Let the cock-touching commence.

I wish I was Under the Pinkos!!! I kept trying to call you, but you're never home! I got the frog charm - What'd you get?

And for all you out there who haven't yet listened - Scarlet's Walk ons (as Micheal would say) your soul!!!

WHAT IS THIS FUTURE POST THINGGY?

well from what i hear i guess my life in high school is good? huh ok whatever! steve i just now read the car post wtf were you thinking? letting a girl take your car did you not learn the first time you did it?

anyone know of any job openings i need a job ill be 18 in a few weeks and damn its goin to suck hard cock!

btw i have a belly button, just thought i would let you know that, its an inny too...

PAINT BALL NOV. 11

^--------- do it OR touch my cock!

Shit....college.

Another subject that...well....

A concept that many of us here are familiar with: I’ll take a break. Wait a year, then go to college. Man-o-man, does that not work. Don’t stop Bre, because you’ll never go back.

Not that I have reason to bitch.

Not that I’m bitching.


It’s just that....
I keep getting pressured to.
By people who never went to college. Or at least never got anything out of it.
And by people who did.

The trouble is: if I go to school now, I have to give up all I’ve gained to this point. Everything. There’s just no way I could work full time and go to school. All the people I’m around who do that are miserable. And tailoring my work hours to the classes I’d need to take-not possible.
I’d have to find another job. One that would without question pay considerably less. Leaving me with no free time and broke as hell.

The developing racing career would be done-leaving me to rebuild it when time allows.

So...fuck it. Fuck it all. I can get where I want to be from where I am....it will just take longer and mean a lot more hard-ass work along the way.



Which is another point.
The racing career.
It’s really getting tough.
I need to quit existing in the shadows of others.
If I don’t start building my own fucking cars, I’ll never get anywhere. The Toyota I have can’t be what I need it to be. My brother’s car is just that-his car. It wouldn’t exist if I hadn’t learned Honda EFI inside and out in two days to build it....but that doesn’t mean shit. When he races it, he races it. So what if I’m standing there...holding a fucking wrench.

But he doesn’t race it enough. His lack of motivation has become the excuse for mine.

Just another excuse.
One among many.



We need to get the Friday night crew going again. It would seem that the largest part of the crew is 21 now. We should get together somewhere....somewhere that we couldn’t before. Someplace like Jillian’s. Well, we could have been there before....but that’s not the point.

This being the high-motivation crew, I’m sure that will happen soon.


...


I haven’t done a post this size in some time.
Maybe I should get a livejournal.....

You know, I wish I could feel the same way about school that Jeff does. I am ready to quit. Every time I think I'm done with this College, which is nothing more than an extention of High School, I find out that I need 5 more credits here, or we won't except that class, or I can't give you a no credit just because the school won't provide you with the materials for the class, it's just not fair to the other students. I talk to the person at one university and they say that I am guarenteed to get in, then I get a letter back saying that they won't except 20 of my credits. I talk to another person at another university who says the same thing, and then I never hear anything back from them. However they did manage to cash my check but have never heard from me before. B-fucking-S. Why is it worth taking all of the classes that I took in High School over again (because I did bad on my SAT's and ACT's) when I am just getting denied over and over again. IT IS CRAP, and I am sick of being screwed by schools. I want to take a break, let Justin go and get his school out of the way. But of course, that just isn't the way it works.

I realize something...

I never want to leave this college... this campus.

Fuck careers -- this is a career... learning...

damnit, and it's my senior year too. I don't want it to be. Not because i'm afraid of what i'll have to do when it's all over... but because, being here, there's life here... and...

i never really thought about how much of a love/hate relationship i've had with school. especially this school.

I'm sitting in Mary Gates Hall... in the center of the building, where people are studying... and i watch, and i realize... this is what i want... i could do this forever-- study, talk with people, have fun... kick back...

make an ass of myself a thousand times over, and wake up the next morning to do it all over again.

--K... this post is making no sense, so i'm going to cease now.

Hahahaha...

man o' man steve...

i understand it, all too well -- to be right now that concept makes my life all the more complicated then ever before.

but i sure as hell understand it.

BUCKET LOVE!


Yeah, beat jimmoi to postin' it.

Anyway, lookee me, i'm posting... don't expect that too happen too much anytime soon. I'm... err... in the process of a great many things, and going through a "perspective-finding/altering/re-affirming" situation right now. However, as it annoys the hell out of me at times, and i know it annoys the hell out of a great many others when others do this, i'm not really gonna mention what the hell i'm talking about.

[-- Aside from the previous quip above. --]

That's all i really had to say. Oh... and...

Vive le BiFTECK!

and...

ROCK THE jOe!

okay... just had to get that out... one last time...

No one's seen 8 Mile.
It doesn't come out till November 8th.

I'll be gone till November 1. Homework. Ryan Adams. CD shopping.

This would be my Link 'O the Day

We should ask this guy to join us....

I don't want to have to buy him tapes. I just want copies.
and he already tried getting them, plus he lives in Texas.

I posted it originally here cuz LiveJournal wasn't working and I needed it saved.
When it was working, I copy/pasted it off of here & then deleted it cuz it was too long.
Kurt's on the telly now. I can kinda understand your reasoning as to why you avoid Nirvana... makes sense.

Anyways, I have an uncle who is a truck driver. His truck doesn't have a cd player in it, so he has to listen to tapes. They don't sell a lot of tapes of the newer stuff out, so I have to make him tapes of stuff. He asked me for The White Stripes, The Hives, and Queens of the Stone Age. My mom told me I have to get them on tape for him. Do any of y'all own those? Cuz like, ya I don't.

I find Kurt Cobain so annoying because I agree with him and we have similar idealogies.
so fuck that. I still dislike Nirvana and still dislike him - on entirely no other reason asides from the fact that I believe that If I look into him and/or his music I might enjoy it. whargh. Steve - I know what you're talking about and have experienced the same deal. Touche' and congrats on the new lady-friend + associates I might add. Drop me a line if any of the new breed are " slug material. "

I now work 8 hour shifts.
it is going to suck so much.
and I guess McQuade said : " NO MORE WORKING WEEKENDS "
you know what that means? If this gets enstated by next week - Hmmm.

Yum.

well now. there is nothing else ... is there.

We shall begin with :

STEVEN. PERFORMING CUNNILINGUS ON SLOW RETARDED WOMEN IS NOT FUNNY

and moving on :

SELF TERMINATION ---

I dont know, maybe its a mood Im in as of late - but Ive been thinking about what is a " rational " or " reasonable " manner in which one could self-terminate ... or ... commit suicide. I was thinking of a scenerio where a man goes out and commits a bunch of acts of sin or some sort of bad things and then right in the midst of it all suddenly finds that all the things he is doing are " bad " - and decides to off himself in the name of " justice " or whatnot. Hum. Anyone got any idea on what a " commendable " manner for suicide would be? Or is " all self-termination " bad?

moving on :

PHILOSOPHY OH MY JESUS ---

I proposed my life + death question as a manner to side-track the board off of the " rock " discussion. I'd have a whole lot more to say in my defense as to the implication that Im " using big words just to sound smart " - but Im just not going to bother. To each their own! Zug zug.

PINKOS ---

My name is not Jamie either. Or Jamie Lee. I dislike it when people refer to me with anything which is a slight reference to " James " or " Jim " - most people know that, and those who know me real close either tend to not use my name that often or I just dont notice it as much. Bradbury himself we ( or I ) use to call Pillsbury - a nickname. Not a bastardization of his given last name. Curious however - why in Chroist's name do you figure that you can call me Jamie - being that the only person who does call me that is Heather - and the name would be : " Jamie Bunny Rabbit " - or " Rabbitt " for short. Just because you're carpet-munching-lesbo-fucking my ex-girlfriend doesnt mean you can call me by the same name she does. Jeez. Show some decency for what people wish to be refered to as.

THE BOARD ---

ill work on a new design shit. just wait.

I AM GOING TO SLEEP NOW.

What was her name?

He's a second or third cousin of my grandfather....

there is a writer named ray bradbury i wounder if our bradbury is a distant relative?

steve- eat my ass with a large spoon...seems how i wouldnt be able to say that to you in person ill do it here..

has any1 ever found james to be kinda freeky like holy shit hes goin to kill us all? i had a dream last night (yes i was dreaming of james ha ha ha...) and james was going about his norm when his comp was messed with by one of chrises little butt buddies and to make it short he killed us all then sat down and licked the knife...???

i need to see a councler!

The issue isn’t about my liking or disliking my name....simply that ”bradberrie” is not my name. That spelling doesn’t even reflect the pronunciation. My name is Bradbury. It comes from old English or Scottish for “Broad Board.” Traditionally it is meant to reflect one who came from areas of Northern England that had forts made of broad, rough cut planks.

I’m not trying to be rude in any way, merely pointing out that calling me “bradberrie” is somewhat insulting, whether meant in jest or not.

oh and hey jamie lee ((as in not mud) meaning jamie lee curtis the hermaphrodite) me and heather are going to camp heheh and wezza gonna have fun.....