urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate [forward] we_devastate 2006-12-27T13:09:42Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:25796 2006-12-27T13:09:42Z 2006-12-27T13:09:42Z English comp: <b>A-</b><br /><br />Psychology: <b>B</b><br /><br />Philosophy: <b>B+</b><br /><br />History & Film: <b>B</b><br /><br /><br />i am so god damn rad i could puke rainbows on all your sisters.<br />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.<br />fuck it. i did so much shit in the last couple weeks.<br />either way, watch your sisters, chumpz. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:25514 2006-12-21T06:33:04Z 2006-12-21T06:33:04Z 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.<br />FUCKIN' RAD, MANNN!<br /><br />fuck. this ain't rad, man. <br />i doubt i'll sleep tonight. <br /><br />boys and girls in america have such a sad time together. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:25102 2006-12-09T17:52:30Z 2006-12-09T17:52:30Z you know what happens when a stupid fucking cop hangs out in front of a stop sign at an intersection?<br />and you know what happens when a stupid fucking 20 year old kid panics when he sees this cop?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />i can't fucking stand stupid fucking people and stupid fucking cops. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:24952 2006-11-30T17:47:56Z 2006-11-30T17:47:56Z i am never taking haverhill public transportation ever again.<br /><br />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, <b>I'LL SHOOT YOU</b>.<br /><br />i'm walking home from now on. fuck this shit. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:24697 2006-11-30T03:04:52Z 2006-11-30T03:04:52Z <a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d130/wewereghosts/1489885575_m.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"></a><br />so, we're not listed here. because we're just that good.<br />but, 1929 will be playing this show. i'm not sure what time though. we'll probably go on early.<br />because we're just that good.<br /><br /><br /><br />this FRY-dee. come see us and bring all your friends! we'll have egg nog! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:24284 2006-10-31T03:08:10Z 2006-10-31T03:08:10Z devendra black my heart - the body breaks 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.<br /><br />i have to go to class tomorrow.<br />i do not want to go to class tomorrow.<br />or the day after.<br />or the day after that.<br />i want to win the lottery.<br />and die drunk.<br />with a bow tie around my throat.<br />and a thumb up.<br />maybe even two.<br />cheers. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:23630 2006-10-27T14:35:33Z 2006-10-27T14:35:33Z dyl, dyl. i went to court today.<br />i got the charges from my speeding ticket reduced to the minimum of one hundred dollars.<br />i guess that's better than one hundred eighty.<br />i can use the eighty to put towards nitrous oxide for my 93 pontiac bonneville.<br />'cause i've got a neeed for speeed, mother fucker.<br />yeah, not really.<br /><br />i want to puke on all of your sisters,<br />sam (meth addict) jay. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:23329 2006-10-23T20:58:38Z 2006-10-23T20:58:38Z i'm singing to and about you. 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-<i>SYMBOLOGY</i> 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!!! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:23045 2006-09-28T15:06:05Z 2006-09-29T02:01:52Z MWY I think i just convinced myself to stop smoking.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />alright, cigarette break. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:22567 2006-09-11T22:25:19Z 2006-09-11T22:26:25Z <a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d130/wewereghosts/?action=view&amp;current=Skex.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d130/wewereghosts/Skex.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"></a><br />"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!"<br /><br />so! i guess my name is nick now. prettty coool!<br />also, it looks like we're posing. we're not, really. i swear. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:22320 2006-08-31T16:21:46Z 2006-08-31T16:21:46Z domino <b>monday</b>: <br />100 - 150 . philosophy<br />200 - 250 . psychology<br /><br /><b>tuesday</b>:<br />915 - 1030 . english<br /><br /><b>wednesday</b>:<br />1200 - 1250 . lit [short story]<br />100 - 150 . philosophy<br />200 - 250 . psychology<br /><br /><b>thursday</b>:<br />915 - 1030 . english<br /><br /><b>friday</b>:<br />100 - 150 . philosophy<br />200 - 250 . psychology<br /><br /><br />well, well, well. we'll see how it goes. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:22071 2006-08-07T06:02:46Z 2006-08-07T06:02:46Z 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.<br /><br />i wish anyone could just fucking get it. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:21583 2006-07-23T20:54:29Z 2006-07-23T20:54:29Z 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. <br />there are wolves at my heels and an ocean in front of me and a boat that's full of fucking holes. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:21342 2006-06-30T17:14:13Z 2006-06-30T17:15:46Z jay cash [this is what happens when mrs. lennox fucks up and sends her emails to the wrong person; they end up in my in-box.]<br /><br />Hey Mark,<br />What a nice surprise to find your note on my desk!<br />What on earth are you doing in the Virgin Islands? And...How did you end up there?<br />Hope all is well with you! <br /> <br />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!<br />So things are pretty busy at my house as you can imagine!<br /> <br />Hope you enjoyed your trip home. <br /> <br /> <br />Until later,<br />Mrs. Lennox<br /><br />[until later, mrs. lennox, i will be eagerly awaiting your next installment of this thriller of an email experience. can't wait! xoxox] urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:21116 2006-06-07T05:24:04Z 2006-06-07T05:52:55Z <b>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 <big>TWO-HUNDRED-AND-EIGHTY DOLLARS</big> 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.</b> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:20869 2006-06-06T13:13:42Z 2006-06-06T13:13:42Z the sound of worms burrowing through a casket sign up with evil.<br /><br />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. <br />i'm completely done with high school. i graduated.<br />i absolutely <i>need</i> to find a job. maybe i will look into that today. after a much needed sleep starting at nine in the morning, of course.<br /><br />i am going to rob a bank. <br /><br />iggy pop is only 5'1".<br /><br /><br />noboru watanabe<br />where have you gone?<br />didn't the wind-up bird<br />wind your spring?<br /><br />you can't keep counting forever. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:20536 2006-05-19T03:47:04Z 2006-05-19T03:47:04Z swing life away 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. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:20375 2006-04-25T01:03:04Z 2006-04-25T01:03:04Z iggy pop - the passenger 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. <br />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. <br />school is almost over. i get out MAY 24th. i graduate JUNE 3rd. can i wait? no, i can't wait. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:20105 2006-04-14T19:14:56Z 2006-04-14T19:14:56Z hey, i just got my license. fuckinnn' raaaaad! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:19863 2006-04-12T19:39:31Z 2006-04-12T19:39:31Z birds chirping and power saws buzzing. gross.<br /><br /><br /><br />i'm scheduled to take a road test for my license <i>this</i> friday. finally. i'ma pass that shit like it's butter goin' 'round the mutha fuckin' table on easta sunday! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:19507 2006-04-10T17:38:20Z 2006-04-10T17:38:20Z nothing. i got suspended from school today because i left after three periods. i can't go tomorrow. good. i wouldn't have gone anyway. fucking high school. fucking joke. also, morrison was the one who ratted me out. he saw me at a gas station. fucking prick. i wish my mother didn't have to put up with my shit. i'm a fucking hypocrite. the conversation changed from her scolding me, to her apologizing. way to fucking victimize yourself, dick. buck the fuck up and take responsibility for once. i want to take my mind off of everything. someone keep me busy during my time off tomorrow. i need to shape up but it's kind of hard when i know that i don't give a fuck. i'm a walking contradiction. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:19383 2006-04-05T23:34:10Z 2006-04-05T23:34:10Z walkmen/devendra i fell asleep at 3 in the afternoon and woke up at 7 thinking, "shit! how the fuck did i sleep through the entire day/night and still wake up late for school?! i'm gonna need to call dan and tell him that i'm going to be late. shit."<br /><br />then, my mother called and informed me that it was 7PM, not 7AM.<br /><br />close call guys, close call.<br /><br />close call for what? being late for school? that happens on a daily basis, dick. <br /><br />i talk to myself sometimes.<br /><br />we know, we know, we've had a choice. we chose rejoice. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:18968 2006-04-04T21:07:09Z 2006-04-04T21:07:09Z devendra banheart - santa maria de feira tyra banks was talking about myspace on her talk show today.<br /><br />i only watched for a second, i swear.<br /><br />in other news, i got accepted to NewEnglandInstituteofArt and MassachusettsCollegeofLiberalArts but i don't particularly want to go to either of those. right now umass boston is my top choice. but i haven't even finished applying. college. pssh. fuck that shit.<br /><br />less than a week until i turn eighteen. i'm dreading it.<br />however, i'm hoping the 'rents will want to hook me up with an external hard drive. that would be pretty rad. i'm a nerd.<br /><br />also, i need to cut my hair but i don't know how to go about doing so. even though i have been doing it myself that for the past four years. i have become incompetent.<br /><br />school is almost over. i am psyched. may 24th is my last day of high school.<br /><br />i want to skip school next monday for my bday, but i'm not sure how or with who. i could just stay home and sleep but that doesn't sound all that fun. <br /><br />i'll kill your dog for fun, so don't push me. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:18926 2006-03-16T06:00:03Z 2006-03-16T06:00:03Z cat power - the greatest i had to walk home from the train station again tonight. and instead of rain, there was freezing temperatures. someone left a thing of pizza goldfish next to my computer though. i'm good. night. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:we_devastate:18587 2006-03-14T21:48:09Z 2006-03-14T21:48:09Z usually. i'm done with high school. technically i still have a couple months left, but really, fuck that shit. i stayed home today. and my mother kind of knows. i'm sure it will blow over fairly quickly though. my eye is swollen and i don't know why. i had to walk home in the rain last night. that sucked. i wish it was friday. st patrick's day should be good. i wish it was summer. that would be good. i don't even know if i'm really into neia anymore. the guy i interviewed with pretty much told me only a small percent of students move on to a career involving music. yeah, i'm really looking forward to a career as a technical support referral agent. fuck that. maybe i'll look into umass boston. i don't know what i want anymore. i never really did.