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Hehe...its magenta.

MOnDO^91/2

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Fun Fun Silly Willy

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Yeah, i haven't posted in awhile. Don't get me wrong, its not that i don't love to post on this extraordinary thing that we have called Blogger (I wonder if i will get paid for endorsing Blogger as the wonderful thing that it is, and how without it my life would be a meaningless cesspool of filth and disease?), but i have been extremely busy. On Thursday I was out and about running back and forth to the Woodland Park Zoo. That was the worst ever. I am beginning to hate animals and zoos. I should take a trip to Europe and then come back here and have the animals lick my shoes...Yessss....excellent...

Ahem...anyway, I am still doing lots of work. Not fun. I have already registered for my summer classes up here at UW. No i am not expecting you all to care. I am currently signed up for Japanese, intensive stuff. I get to learn it for five hours a day for five days a week. Originally i was going to take Spanish, mostly because it is used a great deal in our country, and everyone learns it. I wasn't going to take it purely because "everybody else is doing it", but at the same time i was. Let me explain. Normally i back the idea of doing things because you want to, not cause everyone else is, otherwise i'd be a mindless, Matrix adoring (hehe, funny stuff jimmy), Mi2 worshipping individual, but when it comes to learning a language, you do kinda have to go with that whole majority thing. It's rather useless to learn a language only spoken by the tribesmen of Boswania if no one else has learned it.

I have yet to learn the whole "forms" HTML stuff, so until then, the Most Vile Thing Imaginable contest lives on. I hope i don't forget everyone's entry by the time i do learn forms though. I am working on another entry which promises to be just as vile as a bucket full of miniture jOe's feasting on the remains of a maggot-riddled dog's corpse. Yummi.

Well, that's about it. I am coming down on the 4th to hang out for a while. Hope that's not to much trouble for all of you. I just hope plans stick to the way they are. It should be entertaining...or not.

Oh, one last thing:

Happy birthday, jimmy!
yeeup.
MOnDO⁹

Somehow I thought it was Rigney of which you were speaking: however I was lothe to make an assumption. I've known Rigney off-and-on since 5th grade when we rode the same bus (we both went to Elk Plain, he had Hance and I had Shefvland) I sorta lost contact with him at Cedarcrest when he started doing a lot of drugs, but he got out of that and I knew him again at BHS.

I certainly hope he does join the board, that would be very interesting.

In further news I will be buying a $32,000 vehicle in the next few weeks, hopefully by the end of next week. I won't get it until July or August, but then again I'll be getting it custom ordered. And I'm buying it from Costco. I will be, how you say? BROKE for a while (only until I get it, as I'll be saving for the down payment.)

Well, back to work.


Later

I hate you jimmoi.
seriously.
I was trying to ammass a large group for friday : I was even trying to get Jesse along with the group.
Damn you. Damn you a lut.
Wow : hang'n with jeff-o and justin : it'll be like way back in the day.
i could possibly get a-hold of andy : but then again : maybe I shouldnt.

good to see you posting : and you didnt inform anyone how it went sunday morning at your house.
also :

Heather has friday off ... I believe next next friday and next next next friday.
so guess what : I WILL NOT BE PARTICIPATING IN THOSE ACTIVITIES.
I, however, on may fourth, will more-than-likely be present.

you want pathetic?
here you go : my parents were going to get me a car today.
however : my father looks outside, finds it is raining : and decides to 'reschedule' it.
I know all about rescheduling things.

three years ago I had a dentist appointment and my father "rescheduled" it.
so don't expect me to get a car anytime soon.
however much it would have been entertaining to have.

also : i believe I'm going places with heather after school today.
hopefully I can con her into going places in which I would enjoy working.

life : feeds on life : feeds on life : feeds on life : feeds on
this is necissary : this is necissary : life : feeds on life : feeds on life : feeds on . . . . .

A man is in bed with his wife when there is a rat-a-tat-tat on the door. He rolls over and looks at his clock, and it's half past three in the morning. "I'm not getting out of bed at this time!" He thinks, and rolls over. Then, a louder knock follows.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" says his wife. So he drags himself out of bed and goes downstairs. He opens the door and there is man standing at the door. It didn't take the homeowner long to realize the man was drunk. "Hi there," slurs the stranger. "Can you give me a push??" "No, get lost. It's half past three." Says the man and slams the door. He goes back up to bed and tells his wife what happened. His wife says, "Dave, that wasn't very nice of you. Remember that night we broke down in the pouring rain on the way to pick the kids up from the baby sitter and you had to knock on that man's house to get us started again? What would have happened if he'd told us to get lost??" "But the guy was drunk," says the husband. "It doesn't matter," says the wife. "He needs our help and it would be the Christian thing to help him." So the husband gets out of bed again, gets dressed, and goes downstairs.

He opens the door, and not being able to see the stranger anywhere he shouts, "Hey, do you still want a push??" And he hears a voice cry out, "Yeah, please." So, still unable to see the stranger he shouts, "Where are you?" And the stranger replies, "I'm over here, on your swing."

1: nobody responds because you didnt make a statement that anyone could attack, unlike

2: SlaughterHouse Five, IMHO, Is as bad as J.D. Salinger's "Catcher in the Rye" ... a book which has absolutely no value what-so-ever but to catch the public's eye so everyone can say "I LOVE J.D. SALINGER" and/or "I LOVE VONNEGUT!" - both books sicken me. Merely because without reading any other Salinger books you cannot grasp the concepts behind CitR : and not only that but the problem with Slaughter House Five is that it is just plain stupid. I hated it. I had to -force- myself to read it : unlike most vonnegut books where I enjoy reading cover to cover and from time to time am given philosophical tid-bits of yummy-goodness ( Galapagos, Timequake ) SH5 just plain sucked ass. The movie : however : was funny.

I laughed, and laughed, and laughed : are you mating yet?
ahh, funny stuff.

3: the mike was mike RIGNEY : many people may know him because of his drug-induced past : but he seems to have gotten out of that and is striving for something new : so would anyone be against his joining of the board? I myself know for one he is really bad with typing things out : MUCH BETTER to talk to in person : very hard to understand him through text. almost as bad as Jimmoi is with spelling : but not with spelling : just ... "grammar"

can't hold it against him though : just really hard to understand.

4: to end this all ... here is a conversation I had with someone on MSN messegner : I dont KNOW the person : and they SEEM to think they knew me.. very odd :

chickybabe says:
hello!!!

Mud says:
hello. . .

chickybabe says:
how r u?

Mud says:
fine . . . i guess.

chickybabe says:
why?

chickybabe says:
we went to the bball stadium all day

Mud says:
-we- ?

chickybabe says:
the grade 6's and 5's

Mud says:
ok. . .

chickybabe says:
yes elena asked nico to be her sponsor

Mud says:
ah... yes... elena...

chickybabe says:
yes finallly

Mud says:
. . .

chickybabe says:
what the hell do dots mean

Mud says:
the absense of speaking and/or typing

chickybabe says:
hahaha om what ever

chickybabe says:
you going to daniels party tomorrow

Mud says:
... uhm... yeah... it'll be great.

chickybabe says:
hahahah i know it will be sooooo much fun

chickybabe says:
sarcastic

chickybabe says:
?????

Mud says:
hmm?

chickybabe says:
what now ???????

chickybabe says:
you taled to vuka lately

Mud says:
not really.

chickybabe says:
hahahahaha i talked to him yesterday

Mud says:
what did he say.

chickybabe says:
nothing

Mud says:
oh.

chickybabe says:
me and biance made a plan and we told him

chickybabe says:
im sedning you something really funny

Mud says:
oh. what sort of funny?

chickybabe says:
really funny

chickybabe says:
whats your email

Mud says:
you should know that since you have me on your list :
mud_@hotmail.com

chickybabe says:
ok i jist sent it but it mught take a while

Mud says:
ok.

chickybabe says:
hehehe

chickybabe says:
its sooooooooooo funny

chickybabe says:
youy got it yet'

Mud says:
no . . .

chickybabe says:
ok

Mud says:
OMG *LOL*

chickybabe says:
you get it

Mud says:
yeah.

chickybabe says:
how funny is it

Mud says:
on a scale of one to seven, it'd be a negitave three : negitave being
funny.

chickybabe says:
hahahahah'

chickybabe says:
so do you like it

Mud says:
it is very funny i laughed a lot

chickybabe says:
hahahaha its so cool i semt it to nic too

Mud says:
cool

chickybabe says:
i love it

chickybabe says:
i gtg

chickybabe says:
cya

Mud says:
bye

chickybabe says:
tata deary

What The Hell?

I think this clearly demonstrated my point. 3 days and not a single responce. I told you I either don't exist, or no-one cares anymore.
Anyway.
I finished reading a really good book yesterday. Slaughterhouse Five. Im not a real fan of fiction books, matter of fact I dont enjoy them at all. However, seeing as how I had to read this one for a grade, I did enjoy this one. Not so much the book itself, but the consept that the book presents about time and life. The main character, or "hero" (in this case more like the victum) is a man named Billy Pilgrim. He goes to some planet named Tralfamadore where he learns that all time happens simultneously; thus, no one really dies. The irony of this all is that the permanence has a dark side, and all horrific events live forever as well. The author, Kurt Vonnegut, really makes a point about fate and destiny though. Through his view of time it shows that all events are fated and impossible to change. Which makes death all the better in the novel. Everytime someone dies Billy just says "so it goes." Because someone is dead only for that moment, but is still alive for millions of moments prior to that one.
The one thing that really sold me into this book was when he started to talk about Jesus being Gods son.
"Jesus really was a nobody, and a pin in the neck to a lot of people with better connections than he had. He still got to say all the lovely and puzzling things he said in the other Gospels. So the people amused themselves one day by nailing him to a cross and planting the cross in the ground. There couldn't possibly be any repercussions, the lynchers thought. The reader would have to think that, too, since the new Gospel hammered home again and again what a nobody Jesus was. And then, just before the nobody died, the heavens opened up, and there was thunder and lightning. The voice of God came crashing down. He told the people that he was adopting the bum as his son, giving him the full powers and privileges of The Son of the Creator of the Universe throughout all eternity. God said this: from this moment on, He will punish horribly anybody who torments a bum who has no connections!"
The point of this was: what if Jesus wasn't the son of God? Would it still have been so horrible to kill him? Why do people think that killing Jesus is anymore important than killing a bum on the street?

Remember: all good children go to heaven

tomorrow my parents buy me a vehicle.
fun. i was expecting heather over today.
she didnt show. her reasoning was because Jimmoi was over.
Jimmoi, however, isn't over.

too bad. so sad. oh well. boo hoo. look at me, I'm a baby.
I hate being attatched to someone.
It hurts.

I tried to convince myself that I didn't really expect her.
I didnt convince myself that well.

guh. I hate the concept of life.


I cleaned my house.
I did the dishes.
I made lunch.
I made and maintained a fire in the fireplace.
I did the laundry.

Why didn't these things make me forget she said she'd be over?
........

like i said.
too bad. so sad. oh well. boo hoo. look at me, I'm a baby.

Which Mike did you run into?

Today, I had almost as much fun as you did Friday. Sort of. Okay so Wednesday the radiator in my truck started leaking when I got back from lunch. I guess doing 80 the whole way up the mountain highway on the way back didn’t help. Of course, I’m not the one who discovered the leak. Paula told me about it "you’re truck is dripping," says she "oh. From the back?" says I, "No, from the front, it’s dripping green," she responds, "oh. Bummer." Then I went to check it out. It wasn’t leaking all that bad (comparatively), but dripping it was. So I figured, if it doesn’t pop completely, I can at least get to work and back the remainder of the week, adding water all the while. So I do. With the intention of taking the radiator to the Radiator Nazi to have it repaired today (Saturday). So I wait until this morning to remove the radiator (in no mood last night) thinking that the shop will be open today.

Well, first thing this morning (after breakfast) it starts raining in a rather monsoon-like manner. While I’m making other plans, it clears up, gets sunny, and nice. I go out and start removing the FUBAR radiator, about a 30 minute job, and of course as soon as I get to the part that involves laying on the ground, it starts raining again. Mind you, there is also a good 30 mph wind, so the refuge of under my truck isn’t as dry as I would have hoped. Now, if I hadn’t been to lazy to pull the truck into the shop to do this, I would have been perfectly dry, but then I would have had to clean the floor of the shop when I was done, wereas the driveway can stay nasty for all I care. The radiator is out. I take it to the other driveway (the driveway the truck is in has no water service, and thus no way to add water to the radiator to check it) and I can’t for the life of me tell where the leak is, or if it even is leaking. The rain and wind most likely account for this.

So I bag it. Go inside, play some Rogue Spear, dry off. Once I decide to take the damn thing in to have it fixed, call the shop, he’s closed on weekends. After a brief but spirited string of expletives, the determination is reached that the repair should be attempted for free before anything else is tried (of course, I called around to find prices on a replacement radiator, but the $350 price tag was slightly discouraging.

Lets just say the repair attempt failed. Mainly because of the heavy-dutyness of this particular radiator, it was not something that could be done easily.

At this point I went to Schuck’s, bought some Bar’s Leaks, put the thing back together, added the Bar’s Leaks and am now done with the project.

That took until around 7:00 to accomplish, making me wonder what the hell I did all day that took so long.

Thursday, I went to the Washington State history museum. (that’s the one next to union station in downtown Tacoma) This time to see their Thursday Night Music series. The subject of this weeks was "Hard Hitting Songs From Hard Hit People." Mainly Woody Guthrie songs, quite the live show. The performers were all (I assume, judging by their great knowledge of the songs and their origin) history professors and researchers. It was amazing, all these songs from the thirties about the struggles the Okies and Arkies had in their journey to find work, about the sharecroppers in the south and the organizers in the Great lakes states. The history takes on an entirely new life when you hear the songs written by the people living the experiences. The coolest part is, it only cost $2. And that was to park, if you’re willing to park elsewhere, the museum is free Thursday nights from five to eight.


Down across the freeway (I think that’s the freeway) from the Hysterical Museum they are building the Museum Of Glass. As in Dale Chihuly glass. They’re building the museum right next to the old Alber’s Mill, the one people keep trying to tear down, and other people keep trying to keep from being torn down. MuseumOfGlass.org If you check out the live webcam, you see the same view as my dad from the break room at his work (the camera is on top of the building where he works. Pretty fulking cool.

Damn. It’s almost 11. Time for sleep.


Later.

Climb a tree :

I know I might forget much while typing this : and will leave things out : but what little I do put in will be grand ... a summation of this Jimmoi day : we ran into Mike <: whom will possibly soon be added to the board :> and then Brice ... The plan was to go to jimmi's house and then to my own : ... we hopped into our respective cars and the fun began.

When we got to Jimmoi's house : me and mike stood outside his door : awaiting his return : when we heard him in the garage : we went to the garage : he was getting a cooler for the sodas we had : so i went in and got the cooler and brought it to the trunk . . .

and then his parents came in. at first one of them. his father was rather calm, cool, and ok about whatever it is he was talking to jimmoi about : which sounded like $$ ( why do you think i fsking hate money? ) and then his mother came in. She wailed at him about giving him and/or showing him money. And WAILED some more. She was YELLING at him. Eventually he had no choice but to yell back : in which resulted in his father yelling at him for yelling and "not talking in a manner which is appropriate" ... the hypocracy couldn't have been at a higher peak.

then all of a sudden his mother was yelling at me and mike. something about we're the reason he's not a good boy. we're BAD BAD kids! ... like we influence him to do drugs or anal sex or something like that... buh.

brice and zach showed up and i waved them away from jimmoi's house to a building site : where we proceeded to hack things with axes that Brice happened to have : then jimmoi was done with his parents : came by - informed us that the police were called : and now jimmoi seems to be "out on a limb" ...

all in all we took it lightly : either because jimmoi know's he isnt "REALLY" given the boot from his nest : or because that's how he deals with things : calmly : because any other manner is a waste of time, emotion, and strength. got to give the J-ster ( ah hah ) props.

After we gathered together at my house we played some Unreal Tournament ... it was much fun : and the deaths were plenty. Then we got it into our head to utilize the axes that Brice had and to CHOP DOWN A TREE. Merely because we could, I mean we had the axes : why not?

So we drove away : found a tree : and slowly ( mostly zach however - because the rest of us were either stupid, lazy, weak : or all three ) chopped the mofo to the ground. It creaked and snapped and then hit it with a thud. A loud "HURRAH" came from the group as we saw the greeny blob hit the dirt. Ahhh, yes. It's something that must be done to be understood.

After that we went to the mini-mall on ft. lewis : where stupid slipknot kids were looking at us all funny : so loudly we spoke of how we'd go camping and have much anal sex : and that we needed ice to reduce the swelling : and people / the slipknot kids looked at us funny : but it was all good : because they were stupid anyway.

Then we took a long drive out to the bridge of Nisqually. We threw rocks into the river and watched them splash : then we threw them onto other rockes and said "BIG BOOM GO! YUM! FUN!" and then we got the idea of playing Hide-And-Go-Seek with a toy-guy, which ironically didn't work out all that well : and sucked majorly.

There was something written under the bridge dated '50, so brice and I decided to make our own mark as well. Brice used a pen. I used a rock to IMPRINT my name : MUD Into the rock. You'd be amazed how long it takes to chip rock with another rock just to make three blasted letters. it is rather time consuming. kudo's to those who make rock-letter-books.

after nisqually the day ended with a usual night-at-Shari's, with Jimmoi being treated as he couldn't pay for anything : being broke. Brice and Mike hit it off : and a band-member talked to us. All in all : with varied discussions and debate about life, liberty, music, the future, and philosophy in general : it was a good night.

We went to Fred-meyer for purposes of tradition and/or habit only and began to formulize the concept of a Movement ... it seemed fantastic at the time : and hopefully we'll be able to pull it off. However I still don't believe we have that "stable" of a philosophical and/or political standpoint to be a "movement" ... I wonder what classifies a "movement" anyway? Hum.

after mike left us we just came back to my house to drink jones : play Unreal Tournament : and fall to sleep. The -best- part of all was the irony of Zach's Jone's quote :

Climb a tree.

what if the tree is already on the ground? heh.

Life is a swirlilng maelstrom of fear, pain, and anger.

or is that just my house-hold?

Well I first must say this: I am not an actor, I am an ACTRESS. Do I look like a boy to you? If you answered no, then you should see the error, if you answered yes, then I think we have a different kind of problem.
Jimmy, I do not post once and then not post. I post with the intent of posting again, then forget to post...oh well.
You know, I would post more often, but no one ever talks to me in here, ever. I pretty much was talking to myself most of the time, with an occasional post from heather about how much better her life is than mine. The rest of you bums ignore me. So, I quit wasteing my time.
By the way james, that girl was stupid. Does she have aol IM? I would like to talk to her.
Remember, all good children go to heaven.

with erotic dreams out of the way : i believe i will go out and attempt to find more people to add to the board : merely because my last attempt "scott" seemed to fail more-than-effectively. How very dissapointing... Ok : but this time I SWEAR I will get someone

1) educated
and
2) older than us

or well. ... yeah... so ... OFF TO THE AIM SCREENING I GO!!

AIM GIRL :

this lady came out of the blue and ostrisized(?) me for my info, which contains "PUNK IS DEAD" -- the conversation is rather... odd.

HeavenHlf: does it amuze you what i think
HeavenHlf: do you think it's funny
not mud: well you never told me and so I wouldn't/cannot be amused. (?)
HeavenHlf: well you make it sound like no matter what anyone says about punk rock your amuses
HeavenHlf: amused
not mud: generally, yes.
HeavenHlf: well that there fore makes you an a$$
not mud: Well I had no qualms against the fact that I'm an ass, or any deviation of thus.
HeavenHlf: i can see wwe like to use big words
HeavenHlf: what is it with people getting a kick out of others discmforts
not mud: not really. the high vocabulary just gets me in trouble with stupid people. they tend to think I'm "acting" smart, when in fact all I do is know how to spell and use words correctly. go figure.
not mud: I don't find being misinformed a "discomfort" ... just ignorance. and you've got to get a kick out of people's ignorance.
HeavenHlf: i bet you enjoy people calling you an ASS hole
HeavenHlf: no in fact i feel sorry for them
not mud: I bet they do. In fact : I enjoy them calling me thus : because it proves they've got no point and I'm correct.
not mud: how could you feel sorry for the ignorant? they're ignorant. you can't help them.
HeavenHlf: so why don't you tell me your defintion of PUNK ROCK
HeavenHlf: yeah and your an ASS HOLE and no one can help you
not mud: it's dead. ie> dead milkmen and dead kennedys. mwa haha.
not mud: please... YOU'RE.
not mud: that aggrivates me so very much.
not mud: if you're going to insult me, do it correctly.
Previous message was not received by HeavenHlf because of error: User HeavenHlf is not available.

she logged off. she didnt even warn me. what the hell?
ah well. got to love people like that. just gotta.

do me a favor and yell at her that PUNK IS DEAD.
yummy.

Yawn. Work sucks, stay in school and avoid it as long as possible. So here I am, it's 2 in the afternoon on a Thursday, and it's just about naptime. Yesterday, it actually was nap time. But today we turned the air conditioner on, so now not only is it not like a sauna in here, it's far too noisy to sleep........until, that is, you start to get lulled by the constant rushing sound from that thing.......
I think that maybe I'll leave a little early today (again). Everyone (well, four of the other people) are in Oregon at some tech conference, to which I was not invited (mercifully), and won't be back until Tuesday. So it's been fairly quiet around here.

I managed to spend some time today in the EBD room at Cedarcrest (woo-hoo). Man, did that suck. EBD stands for Extremely Behaviorally Disabled. These aren't the worst of the SPED (that would be SBD, Severely Behaviorally Disabled, those are the ones with helmets and harnesses and shit. But the EBD kids are a blast too.....makes me wonder how you could be one of the teachers for that. Those kids spend a lot of time yelling expletives at the teachers. The worst part is, they aren't as messed up as they seem to think they are, just programmed that way. Quite a few of them say shit like "I'm too stupid to learn that" or similar. It's really strange that this happens.

Sounds like an...............interesting dream you had there James.



It looks like I can get a loan for the new truck. It sucks though, I'll have to wait so long to get it. Two months is a long time, and that's the lower end of how long it'll take. Might be three, or more. Ugh. But I still have to get in contact with the Costco auto dealer. They were supposed to call me, yesterday, but it didn't happen. So I'll call them. Tomorrow. And if they can't quote me good enough, fuck em. Carsdirect.com quoted me 32 on it, and I'd bet money (fact I will, 30 grand of it, more or less) that Titus-Will can beat carsdirect.com's price (or at least come real close to it) I got this one dealer's card. Barry Bornstein. Nice enough, in that he didn't jerk me around and try to sell me what I didn't want. As soon as he found out what I wanted, he talked about it, and didn't try to go for shit I didn't want. So of course he stapled his card to the book (yes, it's a book, 100 pages of it) about the truck when he gave it to me. So after I talk to the Costco dealer, get their quote, it's off to the dealers I go. I think maybe first Titus, then Korum (someone told me they would beat carsdirect) and maybe finally Van Eaton. Whoever gives me the best price and pisses me off the least will get my business.

Well, I better start looking busy, and the easiest way to look busy is to be busy.


Later

i had an erotic dream, just a bit ago, about Bettie Page and Heather Taylor... Ah hah... ah hah... ahh ... whooo yeah.

in any other sense of the manner i'd probably not be telling you this : but JESUS H CHRIST : who would've thought that dreams can be so erotically compelling? To think that I didn't want to wake up.

wow oh wow oh wow.

....

wow oh wow oh wow.
and i wasn't even emotionally/physically triggered : that just came out of nowhere. coool.

a sliced up foot makes for no fun. :\

James says I have to post a blog, so here goes... I've been 18 for two days now and yesterday when i got carded at the clove shop the guy commented, "Whoa, April 23rd, huh?" Four-fifty a box. Cha-ching. I just smiled. So here I am sitting at my computer smoking legally purchased sampoernas and trying to mellow out and read some Vonnegut. The snakepit I used to buy them at charged me 6 bucks a goddam box. Boy was that place a snakepit. Sometimes the silly Indonesian guy that owns the place would ask you for your ID just so the camera would record him "checking IDs" for the next time the bacon squad cracked down on the place. Then he'd go ahead and sell you the loot. You could be 12 years old and he'd sell to you for chrissakes, as long as you had a school ID or a Subway card or the potty pass some teacher wrote you at school earlier that day to flash in front of the goddam camera. He's been busted about 5 times (as far as I know) for selling coffin nails to the neighborhood kids, but he doesn't really have choice anymore if he wants to stay in business. They built up a Texaco right in front of the strip of shops that his store is in. 6 bucks a goddam box to any minor who wants em. Damn, what a snakepit. ***Natalie***

I just sliced me foot.
hoo-rah.
yum yum yum.
also : Rachaeleelealelaelelele posts on the board you monkey.
so if she just happens to check the board ( gasp ) she can read all about everything, monkey x2. and if you'd want to get a'hold of her through AIM she can be reached by IMing : MrHyde518327. HOO RAH times THREE.

other than that. nothing new.
JESSE BETTER REMEMBER MY CDS TOMORROW.
ELSE DEATH WILL COME SWIFT, QUICK, and PAINFULLY SLOW.
mwa hahahaaha.

...

nothing of real importance to discuss anywho.

Yes, you must respect Rob D.
Mainly because Rob D kicks ass.
As do just about everybody mentioned. Except the ones I don't know, but since Jesse is grouping them with ones I do know, they kick ass by default.

Standardized tests are more than bullshit. I say this from the same perspective as jEFF. (99th percentile on almost every one I took since 7th grade, except the SATs, but I was really hung over when I took the SATs, so my piddly 1260 is excusable)

The main reason the WASL is bullshit is because, since the students can't pass it (duh) they are teaching to the WASL, which is assinine. "Lets make a standard that our own system of standards can't reach, and when we figure this out, we'll only teach what is needed to reach this standard and get our federal money for it." That is what is bullshit.

I'm buying a new truck. Not another truck, but a new truck. This is not going to be cheap. I'm looking at around $31,000, minus the substantial down payment I'm going to make, plus taxes (thank you Washington State) The strange thing is, I'm most likely going to buy it through Costco. I'm going to use my bro's account, since he is an "executive member" I get 2% of what I pay back. That more or less cancels out Costco's markup. So I'll have it done by May 31, whether I decide to buy a used one, get whatever I can from local dealer's stock, or order a new one, because it takes 8-12 weeks to get one if you custom order it, and that would give me the time to save up an even bigger down payment.

Shit, time for work.
Still haven't read all the posts.

Later.

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I'm jussa po' man

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I never actually thought i stated myself clearly and confidently. If i do...then that's a shock to me.

Anyway, yeah, i will admit, it is a dream/fantasy to expect that type of system. Even if it were possible, which being an optimist i will say that it is, it would take at least a hundred years of minor tweaking...if that. Still...

In answer to your question james, i was coming down this saturday. However, i am extremely short on funds and i can't come down and play paintball. Friday sounds like fun, but likewise i am short on those funds. However, i have made plans with jimmy and justin, i think, to come down on May⁴ which is friday of next week. I figure i will check out this funzo day with you all, and maybe play some paintball that day as well. That would be a nice break from having to work on this awful proposal that i have to do for the Woodland Park Zoo. Which reminds me, why do people wait for forty-five minutes just to watch a baby elephant for thirty seconds, before being shovled off to leave the exhibit. People can be sheep sometimes.

Anyway, i am working on an interesting little thought, which is probably apparent to everybody already. Still, i find it interesting and need to think about it some more.

Oh, and about the "Most Vile Thing Imaginable" contest. It is still going on. I have been looking for the last two entries i plan on putting in before the contest is over. I know they'll hit me. Originally number 9 was going to be the lady who reminds me of a thousand pancakes stacked one top of each other. Ewww...can't you just imaginable her taking a swim in syrup? She looks like she already has. Anyway though, jimmy already posted her picture early. Damn. Oh well...there are more scary vile people and things out there. Also, the contest can't end until i learn how to do "forms" in html, and i don't know that yet, and don't have time to learn it just yet, so it continues just a little longer. Quewl...

I can't think of anything else to write right now, but i'm sure i'll think of something for later.

MOnDO⁸

also ... now that my steak is done ...

Jeff : i believe one of the reasons why me and Jimmoi always "attack" your stance is merely because of they way you express yourself and/or word things. I believe both Jimmoi and I suffer from what I like to call "IM RIGHT YOUR WRONG"ism. IT doesnt matter what is being debated : no matter what it is me and jimmoi will always take the opposite stance against the previously stated one. A reason we might always contradict you is that you are so, dare i say, "confident" in your convictions and/or propositions.

where-in I would say "what do you guys think about : (proposition)" or "how about this : (insert proposition)" and/or ask a question I know LEADS into the discussion I am looking for > you make your stance known quite clearly.

I'm saying this just in case you think we're always harping on you because we're jealous that you're making something of your life ( it could be stated that jimmoi is making something of his life through community college - but c'mon, it's PIERCE for christ's sakes ) - and through that jealousy we must continually "bring you down" ...

however : I don't believe that is as much of a fact as it is just the way you present yourself. So : all in all : you're great to debate with. :)

and hey : jeff-o : what are you doing this friday?
and if nothing : is it possible you could "come down" ?
it's been awhile. we all miss you. me, jimmoi, and zach have spent our jimmoi day with you once... what about experiencing jimmoi day how it's meant to be spent ... with a vague idea of a concept of a plan, a couple bottles of jones, and globs of fun inbetween the farts and semen.

.... err...

well . . . . .

... i don't...

.... yeah.

also.
jeff : your style of education : however badly needed and/or yearned for by those of our ... "sort" is about as reality-based as .. well... about as much as these here grey dots exist...



notice how they may SEEM to be there (ie> your proposition of a individual based public schooling system may SEEM to be the best possible answer) I have learned that upon closer inspection : them grey dots are only a figment of my perception (ie> what you propose is utterly insane).

why? why insane? why are idealistic thoughts always insane? well... a couple of reasons :

1. it would require teachers to care about what they teach, how they teach, and the manner in which they teach it. these things cannot be done because of :

1a. over-crowding. public school ( particularly this area ) is jam-packed full of students : a high school class generally has aproximately 20-25 students. More students = less thought .. i believe this has been scientifically proven and you yourself have stated it.

1b. "the standard" i know there is a better word for this : but basically it is "how can you say you've met a requirement when there are no requirments to be met?" ... case in point : "HOW TO SHARPEN A PENCIL" ... if the answer they were looking for was "use a pencil sharpener" then a standardized test would be the best way to go. But they just DONT HAVE TIME in public schools to allow that much individuality to where a teacher : instead of sticking a test through a machine : to go through aproximately 30 students and checking to see if 1) a student's train of logic works, and 2) if it is coherant and 3) if the proposed solution WORKS. Knowing ANYONE of us who posts on this board : we'd come up with Rube Goldbergish manners in which to do the simplest things that yes, DO show train of logic, IS coherant, and DOES work. but they just dont have time.

1c. too much power for the teacher. the teacher : given discussions : could stray debates into regions previously untouched by public education and sure, it make make them LEARN : but there is a trick to knowledge : hitting the RIGHT BUTTONS leads one to nothing but MORE QUESTIONS. High school, public education, and education in general doesn't like that. Education to them is something you, quite literally, "buy". You fork the money, you do the time, and you KNOW THE ANSWERS. NO "if and or buts" about it. Education isn't about the broadening of one's mind and/or learning of new activities or even the gain of knowledge. It's about proving and showing that you have the skills needed for (Job A) and why you are qualified to be there. Education is what you stick on a piece of paper to say "I can do what I do." You're mistaken in believing EDUCATION promotes INTELLIGENCE. this, i have learned.

1d. "Incentive" and/or "Willpower" and/or "Umph" ... in public school not everyone enjoys reading. Not everyone enjoys learning. Not everyone enjoys knowledge and the pursuit of such. It is public therefore maintained and derived for everyone : in short : everyone gets what everyone wants. we live in a society where the "majority" of people are druggies, fucking dumbasses, and/or people who haven't a thinking neuron in their head -- unless it's about music and "what sucks" - people who think are the minority and therefore, unfortunately, slip through the cracks of general/public education and -do- deserve more ( this is what some lady came up with "gifted education" came to the conclusion of... heh. )

i just lost track of everything as steak here is done.
i will stop this : and proceed to eat my dead beef.

good day.
:)

ugh... i have to do on-demand writings tomorrow at school. so, off to read some vonnegut for inspiration. that'll show those bastages. oh well, i'm graduating in a month or so.

ehh... i saw an old fairlane today. i want it bad. i wanna have its children. yesh.

I know what you're thinking... you're thinking to yourself :

Zach-o day?!

exactly, I told you I knew what you were thinking. Well that's what today seemed to be. I guess the anticipation of showing me that Jimmoi's car actually (i wonder if the doors were unlocked and they just tried to get in a LOCKED one... that'd make it oh-so-much-more funnier) had drunken MEXICANS anally rape his car. Actually what it seemed to be was that the car anally raped the MEXICANS : merely because they were SO STUPID ... I mean... what self respecting man would pour ANY SORT of money into a p-05 car like what Jimmoi has by giving it QUALITY SPEAKERS? psssh. Not only that, they didnt take the skiis, they didnt vandalize : ie> piss on everything for having a shitty cd-player : and most of all : they didnt even pop his tires. wtf?

in any event : to bring things to a close : since there's a zach-o, jimmoi, and fraturday ... I do believe I'm going to have to come up with something to do with Heather. Hmmmm.

Also. Jimmoi seems to think that me working for the district is a "more-than-obvious" path of execution... we shall see.

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The WASL issue

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Now, i know i hardly ever post about anything serious anymore. Seriously. Yes, i know some of you are stunned. But in all truth, i finally have a subject that i consider to be of some serious concern. Education. I think most of us would agree that the education system has flaws, though some of us probably differ as to how much they are flawed, and how we would all solve these flaws. Personally, i find fault with some aspects of the education system, and one of those factors is the standardized test.

I was just watching the news, which is pre-recorded with a "LIVE" label on it...funny, and they featured a story about boycotting the WASL test. Guess which school was featured: Bethel Junior High School. How very interesting... Now i have a huge problem with standardized tests. Why? Well, it is not because i could never pass them, for in truth i often scored in the highest percentile for standardized tests. That, in fact, is part of my grievence. There should not be a high percentile, and if there is, then i should NOT be able to score in that top. Anyone with half an iota of common sense can come up with a reasonably good score on a standardized test. I hate, hate, hate, HATE multiple choice tests. I don't care how easy they are, and i don't care how much harder an essay question or short answer test is, i would prefer it then multiple choice any day. Why? Simple. Multiple choice is the equivalent of having a bird regurgitate its food, just to see what it had eaten. Anyone can train to remember facts. I want there to be a way to determine if a person can not only remember information, but actually UNDERSTAND and COMPREHEND that information.

Here lies the largest problem with education. Too often we have teachers that ask us to remember the day that the alamo fell, or remember the day of the bombing of Pearl Harbor. They hardly ever ask us to understand why it happened, or what events caused that event to happen. Further, if you understand the whys of something, it makes it a hell of a lot easier to remember something arbitrary as when. (An exception to "when" as being arbitrary is history, since history does have some importance with dates.) Instead of asking what two plus two is, we should be asking, why does two plus two equal four?

This need for understanding is accentuated by the fact that most teachers realize the need for smaller classrooms. Smaller classrooms is not a way of getting out of dealing with less rowdy kids. At least not for the good teachers. Smaller classrooms equals more discussions, which equals more understanding, and comprehension.

Ahem, sorry about that huge spasm of information, but when it comes to education systems, i take it very seriously. Currently there is a WASL boycott, which i find very interesting, and can't wait to see the results of this and how it plays out. Considering that many WASL test takers who are forced to take it don't even truly try, i am considering supporting such a boycott. I don't like the WASL. I don't like the SAT. I don't like the ACT. In fact, the only standardized test that i can actually stand are AP tests, because there are portions that ask you to answer a question, or solve a problem, in YOUR OWN WAY. That means, if you can find a way to solve or answer the question, even if it is beyond bizarre, as long as it makes sense in the end, and you show comprehension, you get it right. Now that is a test.

MOnDO⁷

Yeah.
I'm back.
Haven't yet read all the previous posts. I'll get to it.

Ok so now my webserver on OS X is accessible. Why I couldn't hit it before, I don't know, but I can now, and so can you (yippee)

SO - those two links I posted, a long time ago, they will now work.
Here they are:

Musical Interlude

This is the perfect car alarm

There you go.
And it's off to work(?) I go.

Later.

!?!?! MANWO ?!?!

mwa hahaha.
black-and-white RULES.

it's been awhile since my last post. this is because i finally got Black-and-White downloaded and haven't been online for that long at times. I've changed the bottom to respect Jesse and Napster's posting : as I don't really have any "req" in order for someone not to be "the who" ... as long as I see you post within a month : ie> notice how Slim Jayee hasn't posted in eons.

to address a few things :

fight-3 can be located : well jee : up there at the top with all the other links! ( heh heh heh ) - if you havent checked it out : do so : it is supposidvely (sp?) is spreading faster than AYB : which also can be found by clicking on the button towards the bottom.

my mother just recently came into my room : tried to talk to me about "what my plans are" : it's becoming more and more a frequent happening : they are becoming upset : and i need to remove myself from this household and/or school ASAP. I need to stop pushing aside the fact that I need a job. heh. maybe I'll do as advised ( and much I believe bradbury will not advise ) and go to the 'tech-thingie' this summer at the school and work for the school. that'd be... "interesting" ... to say the least.

other than that, I'm going to go play black-and-white.
remember kiddies :

"I just REALLY dont know why." is not an acceptable answer to the question "why can you not do the easy stuff, but when given something HARD, you do it without question?"

because obviously EVERYONE knows why they do EVERYTHING.

{ -grumbles- }

Yes okay how many of you could download the two songs? None? Well that’s not to terribly surprising, because my fooking router doesn’t want to let me share out services over http (port 80) and ftp (port 21) however, telnet (port 23) works just fine (?) So I’m trying. Keep hitting the links, maybe it will work with the firmware upgrade I did earlier (firmware is software saved to the hardware of the machine, like the BIOS on a PC{macs actually call it firmware, even though either term is correct})

Jimmi: not a good idea. We’d have no way of controlling gun speed, and that can lead to serious injury. Over 300 fps, you have no guarantee that the mask will stop the paintball from removing one or both of your eyeballs

Zach: I’m going to enlighten you about a little thing called the Flowers Rule. There was a guy at Bethel, couple years back, Ryan Flowers. Some of you may have known him. He is one of the few people I know to have slept with more females than his age in years (the other, I believe, would be John Paul Thiel). He had MANY former, and sometimes current, conquests. He lived by a very simple rule: Lower your standards, up your average. Not very complex. But like Ryan points out-if you screw anything female that comes down the tracks, the good ones seem that much better, and at least you’re getting laid. Small advice.

jEFF: No offense taken. Those guys are fooking crazy. Sounds like fun, no? My vote is for Ft. Lewis.

Bla,

Later.

http://operationpaintball.8m.com/

as for anything else : i will refer to later : as i must conserve bandwidth and download all these bloody FUCKING FILES THAT MY DAD STOPPED TODAY GOD DAMNIT.

uuuuuuugh.

and thank's bradbury : but seeing as i never run into anyone with a fast connection ( run into physically ) i figure i have to suffere through this.

besides. it'll make me feel all-the-mo.....

FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUK UFIAFUY*(@^@Y* UYA)FU A

NOOOOOOOOOo. THE WEBSITE BETTER NOT BE DOWN.
SON OF A BITCH>
FUCK I FUCKING HATE WAREZ I FUCKING HATE HATE HATE WAREZ.

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Paintballin' Fun!

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Well, it seems that there is some interest in the 28th of April for a walk on paintball episode. For that reason, i will definitly revise my old role of planner for it. See, before I left Mr. Collins in charge of paintball, i was the one who planned it. It is not fun though, so i let him do it. I must say he does a good job, doesn't he? Anyway though, I feel like doing one, so here goes...

On the twenty-eight, should everything go well, i am doing a walk-on paintball thing. The 28th is a weekend this month, so it shouldn't clash with too many people's schedules. The way it will work is we will meet someplace, and then head out there and just walk on. A couple of things you should all know though. If i remember correctly, i think walk on's cost a little bit more, not much more, but a little. If this is indeed true and it costs more, it would only be like five dollars more, i think. Yeah.

Secondly, I am still indecisive about the locale of the 28th's games. I am heavily considering Ft. Lewis, as i know all of you are dying for a location change. There is just one thing you should know. If it is on Ft. Lewis, prepare to get your asses killed. The people who tend to play on Ft. Lewis aren't like us. They do this for a living. They have their own equipment. And i'm not talking about like Bradbury's either. They have waaaaay more stuff. No offense or anything Bradbury, but when it comes to these guys, your stuff is like comparing fish sticks to cavier...yeah. [NOTE: I have no clue what cavier tastes like, but since it is a generalized and agreed upon belief that cavier is good stuff, then i use it for this analogy, or metaphor, or whatever the hell is called.] So if Ft. Lewis is the place, bring a cup.

Third, it really doesn't matter how many people come. Seriously. It could just be me and jimmy and james, or it could be everybody. There are nice-ities about having it either way. The fewer people, the better chance that we are all on the same group instead of split and put with people we don't know. However, more people means we'd have more people we know. So basically, if you can make it, then awesome, if not, oh well.

Basically, that is it for now. I will talk to some people. James, if you could check up on the prices for Op Paintball and Ft. Lewis then i'd be much obliged. That or if you could supply the website as i have lost it myself. Good.

Oh, and on a side note...i just remembered something. Hey, James...remember the book that you have of mine still, "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil"? Yeah...he's something interesting. Apparently, my girlfriend's grandmother grew up in Savannah, or really nearby. There is even a chance that she lived just a couple of blocks down from the Mercer House. When did the story take place, cause i forgot? She is going down there in August for a family reunion of some sort, and when she goes i am going to ask her to get pictures of the Mercer House if she is in the vicinity.

Okay, now that is all.

MOnDO⁶

I didn't much care for the ramones, but that does suck.

Musical Interlude

James: dude, why don't you ask one of us who has a fast link to get the game?
180 meg doesn't take long at 85-100kbps

Yawn.

Work sucks.

Comic Relief

Later.

i cannot download worth shit on my p-05 internet connection.
i have 80 files to download....
i currently have 20. each file is 2megs large.
why am i going through this you ask? because I cannot buy black-and-white. why? because i am a broke sonuva. i wont go into why....

i dreadfully wish to play black-and-white.
however : 5$ says that the download (while unpacking) DOESNT WORK. i bet you. it took me -FOREVER- to get GTA2. and i dont have forever. i might see if i can con my mother into buying it after school today. ugh. today is school. hoo-bloody-rah. that and i'll look around, see if anyone has a copy of it i can conviently "borrow" and brack. (burn/crack).

in other news : who the hell is JOEY RAMONE ... wait ... wait... i'm going to take a wild shot in the dark here : any correlation to THE RAMONES ? mind you : that was merely a guess.

other than that... i'm half-nude : WHEE! : and went to sleep early so I'm all ready for school. hopefully brice is up and ready as well.

i should probably shave, but you know what? fuck that.

my father's burner is a piece of crap as well. it locked up on me yesterday and nothing i could do (even physically forcing it) wouldn't open the cd-rom drive and let me get the worms-armageddon cd. i also have to return it today. so i'm going to have to (and am doing so now) copy the whole cd to my hard-drive, and then make an ISO of THAT : heh. you see? not all that hard.

is there any way i could just "convince" my computer that a hard-drive of mine was/is actually a cd-rom : so that in order to play ANY game I could just copy it to the hard-drive and attempt to play? surely there must be some piece of software which remotely attempts such a feat.

almost 6am. hum. ill call from school periodically to make sure my father keeps black-and-white downloading. I DAMN WELL WANT THIS GAME. hey : my average download speed is 3 180 bytes. go figure! to think that i actually fancied the idea of bringing my zip-drive to school and downloading from there. that would be illegal i suppose. but so very easy/quick/fast/efficient.

ahhh. I don't plan to bring anything to school today : as I cant find any of it anyway : I cleaned my room : and I cannot find anything yet : hopefully I'll find my stuff by tomorrow : I wonder how much more time we have until next semester : jesus chroist I better start doing stuff in mr. nelson's class. ... and every other class. heh.

ok. i'll be gone for now.

Heather enjoyed playing WORMS ARMAGEDDON.
egg salad.

that and i'm burning it at the moment, right as we speak.
shcwee.

eh heh heh heh.......FRESH MEAT.
Seriously, good to have you aboard, Scott.
Now……
I really have nothing to say. (not just now, but more or less always)

Should we do intros?

Sure, why not.

I’m Nick, but most (nay, all) people call me Bradbury.
I used to write lots of commentary-type stuff, but that got boring, so this is what I write now. I am a computer technician, for a school district (it kicks ass, talk about easy money)
Computers, however, aren’t what I really like, just something I am good at. Mainly, I like cars. More precisely, performance automotive.
As far as music, anything (except country) goes.
That’s about it.

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My neighbors are frightened. Good. Maybe they’ll keep their semi-feral cats out of my yard, and away from my cats (the dog, however, is on his own). If they don’t, the little bastards will be going home orange-and I have the tournament paint, the stuff that doesn’t wipe easily and leaves stains.

Umm... testing? 1 .. 2... 3... Testing?
Hi everyone, I'm Scott. I'm a writer, and I'm 16, and Umm.. I like to write. You can see my web page at www.fracturedminds.com/hateinhealthydoses
A little about me? Well, I used to write angst driven poetry, but I found premature enlightenment and now I write relatively intelligent fiction. I have just recently finished my first book, Kid, and am editting it right now. The book has gotten great feedback, and I'm very proud of it.

I'm a martial artist... I take Wing Chun Kung Fu, if that means anything to you. I like the Eels. People who listen to the Eels give me hope for humanity in general. Today is Easter, and I rather like the holiday. I plan on writing a comedy short story called "The Story of Christmas." It'll be a fahnee thing.

Well, until I figure out what the hell I'm doing, I"ll leave you with this conversation starter:
abortion.
Hhahaha.

-Scott

Umm... testing? 1 .. 2... 3... Testing?
Hi everyone, I'm Scott. I'm a writer, and I'm 16, and Umm.. I like to write. You can see my web page at www.fracturedminds.com/hateinhealthydoses

A little about me? Well, I used to write angst driven poetry, but I found premature enlightenment and now I write relatively intelligent fiction. I have just recently finished my first book, Kid, and am editting it right now. The book has gotten great feedback, and I'm very proud of it.

I'm a martial artist... I take Wing Chun Kung Fu, if that means anything to you. I like the Eels. People who listen to the Eels give me hope for humanity in general. Today is Easter, and I rather like the holiday. I plan on writing a comedy short story called "The Story of Christmas." It'll be a fahnee thing.

Well, until I figure out what the hell I'm doing, I"ll leave you with this conversation starter:
abortion.
Hhahaha.

-Scott

ok. i'm not good at this at all.
...

someone try to find someone interesting whom would be willing to post often. ... i give up :\

if you've noticed ( which you probably havent ) i've changed the bottom part where people can be emailed from a bit
it now divides us up into two groups : those who regularly post : and those whom don't seem to participate.

with that in light : i'm going online randomly at the moment to try and find someone that meets this criteria :

1 : nobody knows them.
2 : be they male or female : doesn't matter : someone who thinks.
3 : not only must they think : but they must have an affinity for writing.
4 : a sense of humor eh?
5 : be old in some sense : ie> older than all of us.
6 : offkey. those who think of buttsex, llamas and wallabys.
you know the sort.
7 : ____________________________
( give me other qualities the unknown should have! )

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The 28^th

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Yeah, apparently Bradbury is interested in going paintballing with us walk-on'ers for the 28th. Cool. From what i remember about Ft. Lewis, they indeed do have compressed air. And for the most part, they have the same basic type of deals. You pay a flat fee and get all the equipment. It would be cool to go there.

That's all i have to say for this post. Yeah.

Oh, and Bob Dole rules! He was in a Pepsi commercial with Brittany Spears, and it alluded to how he wants to use viagra with her...HAHAHA...go BOB!
...
Now that's all.

MOnDO⁵

Jimmi-Whats the deal with your little party?
Need particulars.

James-What the @#$% was that?

I hurt. A little. My shins turned out to be the bad spot. Go figure, I took most of the hits I got in the back & shoulders. My forarms also took a pounding, but neither of those is sore to speak of. Also, next time (the 28th) maybe we should go to Fort Lewis. I think the change could do us good, and I haven't played there yet anyway. BUT, if anyone calls ahead, or knows, find out if they have compressed air (scuba tanks) Without that, I'd need to rent a CO2 tank, which would suck.

i dont know why : but i felt like putting this up.
and a little music.
heh.

!! notice !!

just two days ago marked our HALF YEAR anniversary.
go figure : to imagine that we've all known eachother for half a year.
and even more so : that we've been posting for half a year.
isn't that weird?
i must say : it sure is.

tomorrow is easter. dont plan to do anything.
hopefully my family goes out to do things ( egg hunt and the sort )
... i dont participate in those activities.
as they're for children. and i've grown up...

hah : to some extent.

"WHOOOSE YO DADDY?!?!?!?!?!"


Rang out many times across the fields of OP today.

The new gun did quite well.

And now that I have air (yipee) my neighbors are quite frightened.
Or at least they should be.

NOT ONLY THAT, but Jimmi and myself have made a truce, as it were, and we can now move on with our normal mindless banter.

" YOU BRING THE BUNS, "

... and i'll bring the beef.

same time as always.
safeway.
me sleep.
i cant find my european shirt.
i am much sad.
so very much sad.

: A 28-year-old woman complained of an inability to remove a vibrator from her rectum that had been placed 1 day prior. She denied any other symptoms. A cylindrical mass was palpated at the splenic flexture and is shown on the x-ray . (L.S.)

THE DANGERS OF BUTTSEX
If not vile, at least its damn funny.

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Spleen-Crunchin' Excitement

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Eww....yeah, i have spent the better part of today in extreme stomach pain. I think i got food poisoning earlier today when i ate something bad, though i have no idea what it was. I think it was a sandwich i made, or something along those lines. It really sucked too because i had been planning to do lots of studying today, getting my taxes filed, and doing all my homework ahead of time. Then i would be able to skip classes tomorrow, leave extremely early, have jimmy pick me up at a park and ride, and take me paintballing. That plan, however, fell apart with the food poisoning.

I finally feel better, but not enough to go tomorrow unfortunately. However, i am planning on going down there on April²⁸, in which james said he'd walk on for a paintball game. If that is so, then i invite anyone else to walk on with him and i. This includes, but it NOT limited to jimmy, justin, bradbury, and so forth. Yeah.

I should say some little things now:

Nice Vile thing there james. It definitely ranks up there with the best of the worst. I would post a vile thing for today, but i don't have the strength to doctor...eh, find through diligent work, a subject of vile-hood.

Secondly, uhm...hold on, stomach pain, need to think of what i was going to say... Oh, yes. I have learned of a way to make something called a VCD. Yup, that's right, a Video CD, which can be played on a standard DVD player and on any computer with a DivX player...usually that means something like Global DivX or Microsoft Media Player 7, and i think that one needs a plugin...actually i think both require a plugin to play it. However, the point of this is that now i can make the Bethel Slayer Ultimate Edition and have it playable like a DVD. Plus, it is far far cheaper to use a blank CD and make VCD's then to make videotapes. Now, since most everyone has a computer, otherwise they most likely couldn't post here, i figure this is a much better, and far more shippable way to market my movie. Isn't that grand? Also, the program i am looking at allows the making of menus so that it has the same type of format as a DVD, only in the DivX, or MPEG style. Yes, Mr. Paulino has been doing research...though i don't know everything. Yeah.

Third...uhm...yeah, have fun tomorrow guys, someone try to get me pictures. Damn, i really thought i'd be able to go until this stomach issue.

With all that said, i think i am done for now...i'm not feeling all that great so i think i will retire for today. Oh, and before i go, i'd just like to encourage more candidates for "The Most Vile Thing Imaginable".

MOnDO⁴

What time in the safeway parking lot tomorrow a.m.? The usual 8:30-9:00?

schwee

originally i had a lot of text explaining this.
but blooger bum fucked me and ate my big long post.
so i'm just going to sum it up quite simply.
and now that i think about it...
it is more poetic than me ranting on and on. heh.

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THE MOST VILE. . . .

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presenting : MudVayne
not only did they steal my name and use it as half their band name...
they missssspelled Vein as about as much as i mispellud "missssspelled"

that is my entry.

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The Most Vile Thing Imaginable, Part VIII

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Thank you jimmy...thank you for participating in this great American contest that has become "The Most Vile Thing Imaginable". I must say, those are indeed great entries, especially lawyer man. It is good to have some extra entries, since i have been the only one to provide any candidates, with the exception of bradbury's one entry.

Today i present to you something so incredibly horrid, something so incredibly vile, that i almost had a cardiac arrest upon hearing of it. Yes, it was that bad...and then some. I shall first explain the basis of its vile...uhm...vile-hood. Yeah.

Sometime last year jimmy brought up an interesting and true point that i just shrugged off as another jimmy rant. However, if i had known at the time that he would be on to something, i would have cut off my ears and fed them to jOe rather than to be subject to the horror which i have heard. He told me about the increasing trend where two or more artists would join up to do songs together. I thought..."so?" Actually, i thought..."hmmm, did i eat too much soup today?" And yet, jimmy would prove to be on the forefront of one of the most vile things yet.

Earlier this year we have been subject to such pairing as: Christina Aguilera and Ricky Martin... yes children, beg for your youth back, though i doubt highly that you'll get it, and the worst of Aerosmith and N'Sync. After seeing that half-time show during the superbowl, all i could think of was ducking for cover, as i had expected the Armageddon comet to strike the earth seconds later...unfortunately it never happened. I had to overdose on Flintstones vitamins just to make the demons go away. Even Conan O'Brien mocked them...ahh, he had the funny. Ahem, anyway...

Yes, so you can see that jimmy was infact aware at that time that it was an evil just waiting to prey upon us. Well ladies and gentlemen, if you thought that was vile, your in for a real treat. All of you may remember a homosexual...actually i am just assuming they are homosexual, they may in truth be goatlovers...who knows...group known as LFO. Yes, those three letters bring a cring that originates in our spleens and sends our bodies in a fit of convulsions. Well...guess what? They too have done a group compilation...with someone as equally scary, and able to make little children cry, as them. For Part VIII's most vile thing, i present to you:LFO with Judge Judy.

For those of you who don't know, you have to push play to listen... I hope this song isn't to crippling.[FYI: File is in MP3 Format. You may need a fast connection, so you may be better off just downloading it.]
LFO Jams Home with Judge Judy...Whoo Haaa!

Click ->Summertime Judy to download and listen.

Yes, it is time to run screaming at the top of your lungs ladies and gentle. So go on, run...and box your ears, or cut them off. Though it may be painful, i am sure we can all agree that it is a pain far less troublesome than the LFO conglomeration with Judge Judy. I think her husband was jealous afterward. Not really jealous of LFO for spending time with her, but jealous because once the song was over, they didn't have to deal with her anymore. Poor sad crippled man.

MOnDO³

notes :

1: i hope to do something with heather sometime soon ( ? )
2: i emailed operation paintball yesterday morning : no reply yet : i plan to call them today via my father's long-distance-capable abilities.
3: i downloaded a game called "The Moon Project" and will definately buy it. fuck all of you with your tribes 2 and black/white!
4: im really really nervous about our reservation.
5: found a local band : from puyallup : called cheeky white devils : yes : the name was designed specifically to offend and appaul guamanians : unfortunately I do not think it works on good ol' jeff.
6: a friend online told me : and will you go figure : she posts here as natalie natalie : but on aim talking of sexual matters she suggested :

i like birds: stop thinking
i like birds: go have sex
i like birds: and enjoy it
i like birds: and shut up

after reading my written documentation found here.

I laughed. Merely because it wasn't a laughing matter.

ok. im going to sleep now.

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The Most Vile Thing Imaginable, Part VII

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You know what one of the things that plagues me is? The fact that at one point while i am up here, i need to get some sort of part time job. I tried to do that in fact, by renewing my position at Target...they didn't want me. How sad is that? Getting turned down by Target kinda equates up there with getting one-upped in Jeopardy by George W. Bush. Yup, that's right. It's not really that i want a job...but i do need to get one, primarily so that when i do come down there for the next paintball thing, not counting this one, i can actually participate. Right now i wouldn't be able to because i am short on funds. Ach.

Anyway, so i have looked around here and there. It actually kind of reminds me of when justin, jimmy, and myself spent almost all of one summer looking for a job. Jimmy was the first one of us to get one, mostly by saying that "I can make a damn good pie!" (Seriously, this is what he did.) and Target hired him. The I got one at Target, beating out justin. Of course, in the end justin got the best job and moved out, and now is not under the tyrannical oppresive hand of his parents. Actually, they weren't tyrannical...just mormon.

Well, i thought i finally had found the perfect little job. Basically, it sounded like you type up reports for a processing company right from home and got paid what seemed like $15 dollars an hour. I wouldn't have to work much and i'd get to go paintballing. Yeah...that wasn't the case. Not one bit. I ended up paying $7.95 for this "informational packet" and it was nothing more than a mailing order business scheme. DAMN THEM! So now, in order to destroy their little game, i present to you all:RB Processing.

Who wants to make money by sending lots of annoying mail to unsuspecting dopes?!?

You can all probably imagine my annoyance when i loaded up this supposed gem of a disk that and found out that they wanted me to be a mindless telecommuting drone. I spent $7.95 on a damn disk! I could have bought myself a chicken sandwich. Hell, i could have bought a big mac AND a chicken sandwich...and maybe even a shake. Bastards! Yeah, so i will get those vile evil ones back, i will distribute this disk for free! Mwwaaa hahah...i will leave copies all over campus, and mail them to everyone i know, and don't know....no longer will they make money...hehehe...

Yes, i am lame...not only for this idea, but for the fact that i spent $7.95 on something that i thought was one way, and in fact was a load of dog poo.

MOnDO²

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The Most Vile Thing Imaginable, Part VI

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Yes, i know you've all been missing it...and here i am posting yet another entry for "The Most Vile Thing Imaginable". I do apologize for not keeping up with the posts. I think we all got a little sidetracked with the recent Yuppie/Not Yuppie debacle. Just so i remind all of you, there are no hard feelings or whatnot from the experience.

Ahem. Now then, about the vile things. I have decided to extend the contest a little further than just this week and last. This is mostly due to the fact that i find some enjoyment and therapeutic amusement from doctoring...err...finding...vile things and posting about them here. (I'm sure it is therapeutic to post about things more freakish than one's own self.) I think the contest will be extended for another week or two. Then, at the end of the contest, i will design a special voting form as a post and place it here and have everyone vote on "The Most Vile Thing Imaginable". That is provided i can learn the html stuff for forms in that time. Yeah, piece of cake.

All that said, on to the Most Vile Thing for now. What is the number one plague of most redneck societies, say some of the prime examples to be found in graham? (I should quickly note that just because i mention graham, that does NOT mean i am implying everyone in graham is a redneck...unless your name is jOe and you still regularly hunt for your food...or scrape it off the car grill and serve it up with a nice Tequila shooter...who am i kidding, tequila shooter...its more a budlite with a postnote label that says "tequila shooter") Well, one of the most vile plagues is that of the horrendous smell. All of you out there who have had the great fortune of visiting a certain Mr. jOseph Macauley's residence will easily recall and identify the horrible smell to which i am referring.

Now, jimmy and i have spent a good deal of time, which COULD have been spent doing anything more productive, like feeding the homeless or something equally charitable, trying to figure out what that smell is. We came up with combinations like: wet dogs having sex on a pile of decaying mushrooms, after being thrown into the Target bailer, alongside Curtis and three-day old cardboard from sweatshops in east Afghanistan. Yes, we indeed tried to be specific. However, we did decide that one of the key components was something wet, like clothes. Usually it ended up like wet dogs having sex on three day old wet clothes or something. And here we have the key to today's most vile thing imaginable: Broken Dryers.

Actually, this time i don't have a picture to show, so i will use up this space normally dedicated to a picture for needless text. Actually this text isn't needless...this vile thing is more a concept of broken dryers. Just imagine that you just finish your load of laundry, and are so excited that you get to put on some warm dry crisp smelling flannel shirts...if you are a redneck...that or your mother's moomoo...but to your dismay, the dryer does not work. Boo Hoo...but not only for you, for those around you. If you are like most rednecks, you may do one of two things. Either you will let the clothes sit somewhere to air dry on their own, in a huge pile of wetness, or you will hang them out to dry where your pack of five or more dogs takes its usually hourly dump. By the time it does dry in the sun, it has absorbed enough horrid stench to choke not only a cow, but the entire state of Rhode Island...who i hear have the best police force in the united states...according to the narrator who does Farly Brother movies...or something like that.

I'm sure some of you are asking yourselves "Why?". Why is horehey posting about something as mundane as Broken Dryers. Well my friends, it does affect us all. Right now the dorm building i live in refuses to fix our dryers. The result, college students who smell like rednecks...the result after that...college students adapted to smelling like rednecks. In the end our culture will take a downward spiral of oblivion in a vast emptyness of horrid wet-clothes stench. All because people, or major universities, refuse to fix their broken dryers. Oh, can't we all just lend mercy to our olfactory senses? Let us not go down the vile tunnel of death and despair that lay in the waste buckets of stench.

MOnDO - Hey, i'm trying to revive the word...nobody ever uses it after all...of course, there could be good inherit reasons for that...

brice threw up outside jimmoi's car.
my father asked if we were drinking.
i yelled at him.

because of the following reasons :

1- heather "God" doesn't come round here no moh.
2- i dont feel like debating
and
3- i have nothing better to do and nobody else has posted.

i have decided to :

ah shit... my ftp client seems to be not working.
oh well. no pictures of hot women in knee-highs today.

is it just me.
or did Shari's food on FRATURDAY make everyone sick?

WOW i have missed a lot and i neaver see any1 anymore i know we're goin p-ballin soon and i dont know when so if you would like me to come i would really like James to e-mail or call me my #s 8474837 thanks...

then bradbury : your category is easily found :
You are Oxygen as you're shelved everywhere.

- r i m s h o t -

Ok then. I don’t know about the rest of you, but this discussion is going nowhere. None of us is a "yuppie" or a "wuppie," we are all far to deep-thinking and......... un-driven. We don’t drive BMWs. We don’t have cell phones glued to our heads 24/7, thus we don’t talk on cell phones while driving BMWs. Not that I have anything against Bimmers, far to the contrary, more so the idiots that typically drive them ("I bought the M5 because I liked the stilling, not because it can beat the pants off a ‘Vette without trying. It took me six months to figure out it even had a sixth gear, and I still haven’t used it.") We also do not seem to worry more about our earning potential more than, say, your average street bum. Not even jEFF or Jimmi.

Or maybe you are all yuppies, and I am not. Here you all are, arguing that you aren’t the yuppie, it’s the other guy, when an outside observer could say you are ALL yuppies. But to adhere to the meaning of yuppie (young urban professional), none of you is. But some of you could be called preppies (yuppies in training, if you will, Future Yuppies of America), particularly jEFF and Jimmi, by outward appearances.

And for the record, Andy Davis is a bitch. He still hasn’t got back to me, and we didn’t party last night, because the little fucker wasn’t at home, didn’t answer his cell, and won’t return my messages.

James, that's a tough one.
Good idea, but I won't be able to do it. Don't ask me why, but I just can't place myself that well. I'm a little of most of the classifications you made, so to put myself in a group would be inacurate, and one-sided.

Seeing as I've been in these clothes since 7 yesterday morning (home was one of the few places I didn't make it to last night), it's time for a shower.

hoo-rah!

damn oh damn, the board in the last three days has lit up with activity : however unfortunate that it seems to be a bit hostile : it's still fun! I still believe the yuppie/hippie debate is being dragged on merely for purposes of not not communicating : something to keep the blood flowing : something just to talk about.

which is why I'm going to pull the following out of my ass :

DEFINE EVERYONE

yes, that's right : much the same as Jeff from time to time puts it to everyone on the board to do something [ ie> a psychological test which bradbury took : and the "worst thing imaginable" contest ] I am asking everyone to catagorize and : in a metaphorical way : put everyone they know on a mental "shelf" ... first-and-foremost : starting with themselves. Now : granted : some people will automatically classify Jeff a a yuppie : but we've already had plenty of debate on that : I want other people to be isolated and attempt to defend themselves : But they must FIRST classify themselves.

so here's my list of the "initial" group :

1) myself : i'd go for slacker. however the notion of a 'slacker' seems a bit too pristine in my case : there is another word for me : i just dont know what it is : somewhere between slacker and bum. Someone who has the capabilities to do something, sometimes almost anything, however doesn't have the motivation and/or willpower to complete and/or begin something. I've realized that I always need someone around with me to be a catalyst for something : as alone : I'm quite useless at getting anything done : Highly Irresponsible. James : Quasi-Slacker Child.

2) Jeff : i'd have to say he's a yuppie : mind you : merely on the same grounds that one can call me a hippie : the external attributes : at first glance : would make me a hippie : however delving deeper you'd find that there are qualities that make me strikingly un-hippi-ish : the same with jeff and yuppi-ism. At first glance : you'd call 'em a yuppie : however the idiosyncracies remove him from that group : hence my term : "Wuppie" ... he's a wuppie : as I'm a Wippie. hah!

3) Jimmoi : extreme idealist : someone I could definately see being a political leader : not for his leading qualities ( as all political leaders [ or most of them ] never write their own speaches he wouldn't have a problem writing things out ) however merely for his "debate" skills : wherein he could drag out something as undebateable as... oh... let's say "salt is a mineral" : and as we all know Sodium is a mineral : however Jimmoi would be able to twist-however-not-quite-twist facts : words : and perceptions of things to make a valid and obviously true fact such as "You write with pencils" : into something debate-able. Not only that : his powers of bullshit are unparallel : so in the event he's fallen into a realm where his knowledge is null : he can bullshit appropriately and still =NOT WIN= but appear to win the argument : mind you in politics it isn't winning arguements that counts : it's how much better you look like you've got everything together as compared to the other guy.
Hence : Jimmoi : Polititian.

4)Andy: Although my knowledge of his thoughts/being/intellect have been declining due to his college schedule and association with Doreen I can make a slight determination : I'd classify him as a Chameleon : ie> someone who is able to change their values slowly enough to where they themselves do not know they are changing to fit the enviroment around themselves : mind you : it doesn't mean that anything is -wrong- with that : it just states that he is easily able to adapt to any sort of "group" there may be. However he does have certain values which are grounded : say for instance an odd connection with role-playing and/or "neo-pagan activities".

{cue "big stick" .wav and-or "dont swing on the tree limbs"}

3)Justin : my association with him drastically declined for reasons self-evident. I cannot make much of a judgement on where he should be placed as I do not know how much he's changed. I do know that he has a tendancy to be "volitile" : merely unpredictable and chaotic : more so than those who try to be thus. The guy that when you said "hey, look at that rubber chicken" : a plan was immediately hatched to steal it : have the car running : and burn rubber. Justin : Covert Anarchist.

I do believe that's it for "the original group"
any comments?

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First off...

I was NEVER actually accusing james of being a hippy. There was a point to what i was saying. But if those arguments were invalid, then so be it...it was never of that much importance to show james as a hippy or not.

Secondly...

You're basis of choosing a car varied, if i remember correctly. You wanted to buy chris's car because it looked cool. And there was another car that was pure black, and you wanted to buy it because it was "cool". If i am wrong about that, then i am wrong and apologize now, but that is how i remember it. I am not in need of a luxury car, nor do i really want one either. In fact, i would rather have my trooper back. The car i have now...i don't like. Despite all its crappiness, lack of a heater, and breakin windows, i would much prefer the trooper. I liked the trooper because of some functions. One, when it snowed, i could count on its four wheel drive to get me out of it. When we went camping, it really served its purpose. When i had gotten the car i have now, i had many reservations. While it did have a heater, and it did have a working tape player, i didn't like it nearly as much as i liked the trooper. I don't even drive the damn thing anymore.

I am materailistic huh? I would actually argue that you are damn far more materialistic then i, or half of the supposedly dead group is. Example: You continuously bitch about how austin still has your CD's or pants or whatever. Example: You tout off your Hyundia's CD player. Dare i say you are proud of that part of your car? You are quite touchy about your car, though not to the degree that some people are about theirs.

I should note though that the examples above may not necessarily go toward you being materialistic but rather concerned about stuff that you bought or that you need in order to get to work or whatnot.

Which reminds me, i'd like a real example of how i am materialistic? Please, i really want to know, as i apparently am too dense to see it for myself.

What the hell have i been buying that makes you think i am a yuppie, or trying to be like one?

Now then, as for the not accepting help...let's really talk about that one:

1. I am already down one parent because of a divorce. In fact, i would turn to that parent even today, but he lives in some place in australia (don't ask me why...maybe he wants to have buttsexx with the wallabies...hey maybe that is why i am obsessed with their destruction...anyway....ahh, off topic). Even still, i have written to my father and have asked for some assistance, and despite his behavior/attitude, i am trying to communicate with him. I am NOT trying to isolate myself from his help.


2. There is really little help i can get from my mother. She is, and has been, on edge ever since my parents got divorced. She has my brother, who is a home-boy type, to contend with. He is constantly taxing her resources, the latest of which is getting a thousand dollar plus speeding ticket. How the hell am i supposed to get help with stuff from a parent who is already taxed beyond her boundaries?


3. Conselours...first off, how do you know i don't talk to people that could be considered counselours. I have on occasion talked to a few conselours. To a degree they help...but only to a degree. They give you someone to talk to when you feel like talking. Still, i currently know of no conselours or therapists, or whatnot, to discuss with, or talk to. If i did, then i should as hell would talk to them.


4. Friends...ooooh, this is a good one. Let's see, i could go and talk to...oh wait, they are all in Pierce county right now. You may think it is easy to go down there whenever i want to, but it isn't. I have papers and finals up here, and midterms to take care of. I don't have a car. Taking the bus requires three hours, on a non-traffic filled day. Buses don't exactly run always on schedule. And even if i catch a bus, i end up at the Lakewood Park and Ride...how do i get around? Realistically, i can not turn to many friends right now for the problems i have or don't have.




• On a side note...you are the last person i would truthfully talk to about some of my problems jimmy. I feel far more comfortable talking to james or joe or andy, or even jOe. You tend to be extremely judgemental, and slightly moody about some things. When something doesn't stick to your schedule, it upsets you. Yes, i agree that you are becoming facist. I don't have a problem with that though. I can easily talk to you about some things, but not everything. Realistically, i can talk to people more if they share a common experience...you, not by your fault or anything, simply do not. It almost seems that this "friends" aspect of people i don't turn to, is meant to apply that i don't talk to you. Sorry if that is so.

You called me a WIDE EYED yuppie. Okay...except for the term "wide eyed" implies naive about something. In this case, it would imply that i am naive about being a yuppie, not that i am becoming a yuppie. James "wuppie" term would have been better if that were true. You mention the power and influence of groups and elements surrounding you. First off, when the first accusation of being a yuppie, which you did indeed accuse me of (which i took as a joke), was back when i was going to pierce, just out of high school. The "elements", as you put it, would be you, james, jOe, andy, and sarah's brothers occasionally. I hardly would consider them to be yuppie-making material. Now, if you are talking about the elements i am surrounded by now...namely that of college and whatever people you imagine i hang out with, then you would be wrong in the assumption that they are yuppie-making either. First off, i hardly talk or communicate with many of the people in my dorm. I am far too busy too with the class load i am taking. My day consists of getting up, late, going to social psychology, going back to my dorm where i check my messages and blogger and watch whatever boring thing is on TV for thirty minutes, go to my next class, sometimes late, which is Psychology 333. Oh, and just so you are aware, psych 333 is actually a biological based psych class, dealing with motor neurons and sensory perception neurons...more for NEUROLOGISTS. On Tuesdays and Thursdays i go to the Woodland Park Zoo where i sit for two hours listening to lectures about how to observe and document animal behavior. Everyday i usually go to the zoo for two hours and sit and watch a pair of toucans. Now, if toucans are yuppie-making material, then i am wrong, and you may call me a "wuppie".

As far as the small question you posed, "Do you have control over your elements?" In truth, everyone, EVERYONE, exerts some influence over their elements, especially the closer tied those elements are. In intergroup dynamics, groups both control and get altered by individual members. It has been well documents in a number of social psych studies. When a person enters a group, a part of the group is altered, and a part of the individual is altered. This is how group cohesion comes about, with other factors as well. Now, if you are talking about more external elements, like what happens outside of a group, then yes, control over that is lessened. As for me wanting control over the elements that i can't...no i don't. I accept these elements, and try to adjust to them as i can...and ignore, to a degree, ones that i cannot. In fact, YOU are the one who has trouble with elements and events you can't control. It just pisses you off when things don't go the way they are supposed to, or things change...(i.e. members of the group going away, or "jimmy"/FUNZO days not being on friday.

Now, as for this thing about a free ride through college... what are you talking about? Seriously...i honestly don't know what you meant by this argument.

And, am i supposed to be proud of you, or want to model my behavior after you, with regards to riding through pierce half-assed? (By the way, you should no that i don't study nearly as much as the others in this college. I usually spend time watching Conan make fun of George W. Bush. Yea.)

Oh, and i have seen them wear those glasses...its scary. Especially when you see a flock of them get on the bus at the same time. Ahhhh.

I'm sure that my above arguments contain some flaws...i am writing this while i am tired...and didn't get enough sleep. If i got something wrong, or am wrong, then i invite a challenge. But i should warn you that I will defend myself...and before you assume something about me, make sure you actually know enough about me to be right...which apparently someone did NOT know enough about certain aspects of me to get things right.

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aH Ha!

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I knew he didn't vote for Bush!
...though i was wrong about Nader.
I figured it wasn't any major political parties.
...i remember him saying that much.

That is that.

fuck.
now i'm getting depressed.
i should have gone and done something.
i want to go do something.
for some odd reason i wish to get drunk.

... i just dont want to be alone.

maybe... i should join the libertarian party.



i hate being left alone to think about things.
thinking never is good... never ever is good.

and for the record : I didn't vote for stupid fuck Nader.
or Bush. or Gore. damnit.