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[27 Dec 2006|08:09am] |
English comp: A-
Psychology: B
Philosophy: B+
History & Film: B
i am so god damn rad i could puke rainbows on all your sisters.
i may or may not deserve grades that may or may not look a liiittle bit different than the grades it looks like i earned.
fuck it. i did so much shit in the last couple weeks.
either way, watch your sisters, chumpz.
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[21 Dec 2006|01:28am] |
one-thirty in the morning. i just finished my research paper. i started almost twelve hours ago. oh well. anyway, one down, one. to. go.
FUCKIN' RAD, MANNN!
fuck. this ain't rad, man.
i doubt i'll sleep tonight.
boys and girls in america have such a sad time together.
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[09 Dec 2006|12:52pm] |
you know what happens when a stupid fucking cop hangs out in front of a stop sign at an intersection?
and you know what happens when a stupid fucking 20 year old kid panics when he sees this cop?
1) the stupid fucking kids panics because he sees the stupid fucking cop with his lights-a-blazing, so he slams on his mother fucking stupid fucking brakes.
2) i hit the shit out of this stupid fucking kids car because he is a stupid fucking kid who slammed on his stupid fucking brakes because there was a stupid fucking cop fucking stopped at a stupid fucking intersection with his lights on for no good stupid fucking reason.
i can't fucking stand stupid fucking people and stupid fucking cops.
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[30 Nov 2006|12:47pm] |
i am never taking haverhill public transportation ever again.
i was waiting at the bus station because i am a bum and have no money to put my car on the road, and while i was waiting, this guy, about sixty years old, came up to me and asked what i was reading. so, i told him, thinking that the situation was only a liiittle strange. but from there, this guy, george, keeps on talking to me for fifteen minutes or so about school and work and blah blah blah. thennn, get this, george says: "y'know, if yr gonna be aroun' here next tuesdee, i'd like ta treatchya to a coffee." [pause - digest; george is sixty. i am eighteen. coffee? i'd like to treat you to a coffee? yeah, right.] so i brush it off- whatever, george, sure, sure. so george continues: "s'nex tuesdee, i'll be over at leaf 'n ladle (a breakfast place) 'round eleven, and if y'show up, then great, we'll shoot the shit. if y'don't show up, I'LL SHOOT YOU.
i'm walking home from now on. fuck this shit.
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[29 Nov 2006|10:04pm] |
so, we're not listed here. because we're just that good.
but, 1929 will be playing this show. i'm not sure what time though. we'll probably go on early.
because we're just that good.
this FRY-dee. come see us and bring all your friends! we'll have egg nog!
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| loose foot wine and black/white beer. |
[30 Oct 2006|09:57pm] |
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anchored. fuck you. anchored. drink more? anchored. what do you think? anchored. right. anchored. to your brother's beer. anchored. to my brother's beer. anchored. to the fucking floor. anchored. surprised? anchored. not the least bit. anchored. i'm sobering up. anchored. let's put an end to this. anchored.
i have to go to class tomorrow.
i do not want to go to class tomorrow.
or the day after.
or the day after that.
i want to win the lottery.
and die drunk.
with a bow tie around my throat.
and a thumb up.
maybe even two.
cheers.
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| we'll meet on edges soon. |
[27 Oct 2006|02:28pm] |
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feck you, buddy. |
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dyl, dyl. |
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i went to court today.
i got the charges from my speeding ticket reduced to the minimum of one hundred dollars.
i guess that's better than one hundred eighty.
i can use the eighty to put towards nitrous oxide for my 93 pontiac bonneville.
'cause i've got a neeed for speeed, mother fucker.
yeah, not really.
i want to puke on all of your sisters,
sam (meth addict) jay.
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| se9tember 6ixth, 2wo-th0us0nd-6ix. |
[23 Oct 2006|04:03pm] |
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it's october twenty-third and just yesterday it was september sixth. sure, a few dates have passed and a couple of leaves have fallen, but really, come on. why does it seem as though time goes by faster after high school? that's one really tough puzzler. i haven't had band practice in two-and-a-half weeks, and i haven't had a job in much longer. i'm delaying the pressure and sense of.. guilt? that will ultimately drive me mad and force me into a chain-smoking, isolated frenzy that will last until my carton runs out, hurling me into the perfect motivational position as a hunter of employment. until that day comes however, fuck it. i'll bum the shit out of my youth. i got drunk the other night while people were off doing different things. i hope my brother doesn't miss his missing beer. i hope my philosophy teacher will stop talking about me to the class like i am some enlightened shit who has all of the answers to all of his matrix-metaphors-and-SYMBOLOGY questions. i don't know why neo could be considered a savior. rather, i don't give a shit. keanu reaves is stupid and the wachowski brothers are fat. don't interrupt me while i'm reading outside text in your class. philosophy is a frustrating class if you have a frustrating teacher. it's even worse if you have the same teacher for both philosophy and psychology. i have an essay due five days ago that i need to write tonight. however, fuck henry V and fuck braveheart. if you want me to compare and contrast something, i can give you five-hundred words that compare your head of hair to larry king's, and contrast your teaching style with that of a clear, affable, respectable professor. i'm only half serious, if that. he's really a nice guy. i just don't like his class, so i am going to spit shit about his head threads behind his glistening globe. one night i had a dream that i was a character from naked lunch. i didn't remember what happened, but i woke up shivering, and gasping for air. some time after that i had a dream where there was a zombie infestation. i kind of liked this dream; i woke up refreshed, and ready for the day, eager to take a bite out of life! ...now, when i say 'take a bite out of life,' i was referring to the undead; they take bites out of the living- get it? funny, fun and a half-ton of laughter. this sweatshirt smells like the bomb shelter; stale beer and stale smoke. remind me to do like, four chapters of vocab tonight. i have a couple tests tomorrow. fuck, dude, i'm bored as shit. and i've already used up my daily allotted procrastination. roll over!!!
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[28 Sep 2006|11:01am] |
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I think i just convinced myself to stop smoking.
I wrote a persuasive essay for my english class about my grandfather's cigarette addiction.. my grandfather hasn't smoked in about thirty years. the entire thing is fabricated. but i just finished writing the paper and christ, i kind of scared myself.
alright, cigarette break.
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| ah fersh oh! |
[11 Sep 2006|06:20pm] |
"While waiting for various member of the next four bands to arrive, Harley and Nathan from The Skexies and Nick from the incredible defunct band The Chaotix jumped on stage and performed. They are a killer new band to take note of!"
so! i guess my name is nick now. prettty coool!
also, it looks like we're posing. we're not, really. i swear.
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[31 Aug 2006|11:26am] |
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monday:
100 - 150 . philosophy
200 - 250 . psychology
tuesday:
915 - 1030 . english
wednesday:
1200 - 1250 . lit [short story]
100 - 150 . philosophy
200 - 250 . psychology
thursday:
915 - 1030 . english
friday:
100 - 150 . philosophy
200 - 250 . psychology
well, well, well. we'll see how it goes.
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[07 Aug 2006|01:23am] |
i hate this house and everyone who lives in it. they make such brilliant points. i can't wrestle with logical arguments. still though, piss off. i can't wait to leave you and this ugly fucking city. i'm selfish and i don't give a shit. [A] doesn't know what [A] really wants out of people, and [B] needs to stop taking himself so seriously. because honestly, [B], i find you to have the intelligence of an eighth-grader. you are six years my senior and i could crush you just by opening my mouth. so go ahead and leave tomorrow morning, to your brand new and exciting job at uncle bob's tool company. isn't it such a thrill learning all the different serial numbers for all the different product names? and aren't you a lucky son-of-a-gun to have had the old salesman bring you around and show you the ropes!? my, my, you sure are on your way to an extremely gratifying profession and life-long career, buddy! ... you need a liberal-free job like you need to breathe. you need concrete designation and product numbers to keep a pulse in your wrist. there is nothing more to you than all the shit jobs you quit after six months. whatever pays the most, right? you'll rot in front of your resume before you ever have an original thought. best of luck, [b], you fucking dick.
i wish anyone could just fucking get it.
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[23 Jul 2006|04:30pm] |
a bird just flew into my bedroom window. it didn't fly into my room, it hit the window and fell. i'm not sure what became of it.
there are wolves at my heels and an ocean in front of me and a boat that's full of fucking holes.
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| howling winds. |
[30 Jun 2006|01:08pm] |
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[this is what happens when mrs. lennox fucks up and sends her emails to the wrong person; they end up in my in-box.]
Hey Mark,
What a nice surprise to find your note on my desk!
What on earth are you doing in the Virgin Islands? And...How did you end up there?
Hope all is well with you!
Things are great with me. I'm not sure if you know but I have two little boys. The oldest is 2 and the youngest is 8 months. And Dudley the dog is the proud big brother!
So things are pretty busy at my house as you can imagine!
Hope you enjoyed your trip home.
Until later,
Mrs. Lennox
[until later, mrs. lennox, i will be eagerly awaiting your next installment of this thriller of an email experience. can't wait! xoxox]
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[07 Jun 2006|01:11am] |
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I GOT PULLED OVER FOR SPEEDING TWICE IN THE SAME DAY. I GOT A TICKET FOR SPEEDING TWICE IN THE SAME DAY. FUCK. FUCK.FUCK. FUCK COPS. I'LL ADMIT, 83MPH IN A 65 IS A BIT MUCH, BUT 40MPH IN A BRIEF STRIP OF 30? COME FUCKING ON. I'M NOT SPENDING TWO-HUNDRED-AND-EIGHTY DOLLARS JUST TO SUPPRESS YOUR BOREDOM FOR TEN FUCKING MINUTES. I AM GOING TO SLASH YOUR TIRES AND YOUR THROATS AND THEN RUN OVER YOUR CHILDREN WHILE THEY'RE WAITING FOR THE BUS IN THE MORNING. FUCKING PRICKS. EAT A CHAINSAW.
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| inhalation of toxic chemicals may cause severe outbursts of obscenities. fuck. |
[06 Jun 2006|08:52am] |
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the sound of worms burrowing through a casket |
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sign up with evil.
it is nearly nine o'clock in the morning and i have not slept yet. try as i might, the sleep evades me. i drove to mcdonalds at ate and eight breakfast. after that came the haverhill stadium and cigarettes and 'the elephant vanishes'. i figured that last part might sound odd without quotations. instead of quitting smoking, i've decided that i am going to stop playing with my lip rings. fair compromise? i thought so.
i'm completely done with high school. i graduated.
i absolutely need to find a job. maybe i will look into that today. after a much needed sleep starting at nine in the morning, of course.
i am going to rob a bank.
iggy pop is only 5'1".
noboru watanabe
where have you gone?
didn't the wind-up bird
wind your spring?
you can't keep counting forever.
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| it's time to move. |
[18 May 2006|11:41pm] |
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it's probably not okay that i am extremely okay with being alone for long periods of time. i could be wrong. it just seems as though everyone else has the exact opposite thing going on. in six days i will be done with high school. phased yet? no, not yet.
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| the winding ocean drive. |
[24 Apr 2006|08:47pm] |
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i think what i am going to do is: take all the money i can scrounge together and buy hundreds of scratch tickets in hopes that i will win a ton of money. that way, i can pay to fix and put my car on the road, and go to school in the fall.
in other news, my dad doesn't hate me. i had dinner with him tonight and he was happy to see me which was a relief. i've been kind of a shitty offspring as of late. other than that and being sick, things have been good. there are still a bunch of loose ends with school and cars and jobs and all that shit buttt,... whatever. i'll buckle down soon enough and get everything straightened out.
school is almost over. i get out MAY 24th. i graduate JUNE 3rd. can i wait? no, i can't wait.
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[14 Apr 2006|03:14pm] |
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hey, i just got my license. fuckinnn' raaaaad!
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| to each his own. |
[12 Apr 2006|03:34pm] |
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birds chirping and power saws buzzing. |
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gross.
i'm scheduled to take a road test for my license this friday. finally. i'ma pass that shit like it's butter goin' 'round the mutha fuckin' table on easta sunday!
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