Saturday, June 22, 2002

blah, blah, blah, blah I'm bored out of my mind and feeling sick as shit, which I think is totally from the fact that I'm completely exhausted, and as apus side I'm leaving in two days and I haven't even started packing yet, I'm not even sure if I'm done shopping and I have like 20 other things I need to do, not least among them is saying goodbye to people and doing laundry! I think I mentioned that some other people would post on here, well apparently one of them finally decided to, with a 2 word post! My feelings on The Post are currently rather neutral, I'd say it shows potential but it wasn't really long enough to judge in that way, so I guess I'll just have to wait and see because like they say only time will tell. Now if this gets posted and their's a long repetitious letter at the end of it, chances are I passed out on my keyboard, and if you know where I live you should probably call 911. If you don't know where I live cheer and rejoice because the anti-christ is dead. For I am loki god of evil, for those of you who think that's accurate, I want you to die, slowly and painfully. Loki is the trickster god, while he may be evil, he cannot truly be called evil since that is using a human moral scale and he is a god not some mere mortal. Furthmore he is called the trickster god for a reason, he's the epitome of "tricks" and no I'm not referring to prostitution and anyway who the hell would pay to have sex with him? Alright, so a few million girls would do it just because he's a god, has magical powers, is built like a greek And has this nice little ability to order you without you being able to resist. Something like that anyway, I mean some people don't think that being in the presence of a god would have much effect on you but the other side of the argument is that well, It's a god they have to have something besides power, something instinctive about them perhaps an aura or even a mien that just tells you to listen to them, or even fear them depending on who they are, and what they want to be. And on another note, that has almost nothing to do with this, I'm feeling sick as shit. Which I just noticed I mentioned before, but oh fucking well, I don't really care. I have a right to whine and complain since this is my blog and nobody else better mess with it or I'm going to have to go up in your face Biatch and show you who the real king of the ring is.

God! I feel so dirty! I made a wrestling allusion, please someone, anyone kill me now. In the name of the Dark Elf or something like that, kill me. Oh My God, I have an attention span of like 3 ms today, and shit I just remembrered something else and jesus H christ that was a nice typo, I don't think I could top that if I tried. Well unless I tried really fucking hard.

I'm leaving in two days so goodbye!


Lifebane@optonline.net



hey Craigs :p

Thursday, June 20, 2002

Alright, well apparently blogBuddy started working again, which is a good thing, even though I'm only gonna be home for a few more days. Although the edit feature isn't working, which makes me wonder if it's not meant to deal with that many posts or something along those lines. Unfortunetly I'm not exactly an expert on shit like that. Oh yeah, I got at least 2 people to update this blog while I'm gone. I'm not gonna tell you anything about them, just because I think it's better if you see for yourself, and that reminds me even though it's totally unrelated I need to ask my ma something for my sister (and yes, that really does have nothing to do with it. my mother is not going to be updating this blog nor is my sister). K, gave my sister her birthday present, albeit about a month early :) But as I've previously mentioned I'm going away this monday so I won't be able to give it to her on her birthday. She's going to be 21 so it should be a pretty special birthday for her. I think she's going down to Atlantic City for the day and perhaps the night too, to celebrate and gamble ;) Not much to say tonight, but maybe I will later in the evening, just one word for you all now...

FREEDOM! Now you try and interpret that.

Ok, I lied I just thought of something else to say, about ten seconds after I said I didn't have anything to talk about. Someone gave me the title for my first book "At least I didn't hump" which I guess I should explain and I might even do it tonight! (Actually I will because if I don't I'll probably never think about it again, and this way I can get it out of the way). That'll probably only be a partial title though, maybe "At least I didn't hump, the story of a pyschopath" or something along those lines. Anyway I got the idea of a title from my pyschology teacher. I said that to this other pysch teacher after I practically jumped on top of her and he said that should be the title of my first book, and I like the idea. But unfortunetly I have no idea of how to end this paragraph so I'm going to do it abruptly and make your heads hurt. *BAM*



Yeah, that was effective wasn't it?

(all hail The Dark Elf)

Lifebane@optonline.net


testing my proggie to see if it'll work now

Monday, June 17, 2002

Mother fucker... I typed out like a whole paragraph and than I lost it because my fucking thing sucks ass and now I just want to kill it and make it pay. Although even though you can't tell it I'm actually in a semi-decent mood, even if I am incredibly tired. I took a typing test today and it appears that I'm starting to type a little bit faster (107 adjusted I think) which is still to damn slow for my personal tastes, but like 5x faster than a normal person. My goal is something like 160 or 200, so that I can match a normal persons talking speed. Not mine though, I doubt I'll ever be able to match my astounding 600+ word per minute talking speed. Although right now I think I'm abotu to hit the one thousand wpm mark. I'm so fucking hyper right now, and the best cure for this (typing wise anyway) that I can think of is just to type because my wrists are getting pretty fucking tired.


You know I think I've cursed more in this than in any other post and this is just the first paragraph, and I'm in a good mood for god's sake. I'm leaving for vacation in like a weekd, school is pretty muich over, I just got back from a few fun games of baseball and basketball and I'm working off an adrenaline high which is probably half the reason that I'm cursing like crazy, so I hope you people will forgive me for ranting on and on about this ubject which probably means nothing to you, but than again what the fuck do I care? I'm just hear to talk and uif you don't feel like listening/reading than go to some other website, like the hun or disneyland or Ordered Chaos - The Epitome oOf Knowledge, which if you're observaant you'll notice that this is it. You'll also notice the incredible amount of typoing i'm doing. That's because I can't see wtf I'm typinmg even though my eyes are open at least for more than half of this. Although I guess they are closed at least part of the time since technically I am blinking at a semi-normal rate. Can you tell how fucking tired I am? hmm, I'm just ranting on and on and I feel the need to do it which is rather weird. I was talking to one of my friends before (sam, of Ksamradio.com, sorry for the lack of a link but I'm not really in the mood to bother with html right now) and uhhh I totally forot what I was going to say. Maybe I'll remember it in a minute... oh shit yeah! I was going to say something about the way my brain works. I keep on losing my train of thought for some freaken reason and it's annoying me. Ummm, I was telling him how fucked up my brain is. My mind actually since the brain is a physiological thing, that has been rather clearly defined, while the mind is more of an absttract term at least to my knowledge. Anyway I was telling him how my mind would be empty for hours, even though I'd be having semi-intelligent or even intelligent conversations, because I tend to bypass the conscious thought stage and just go srtraight to vocalization of my 'thoughts' unconscious as they may be. also I tend to type faster than I think sometime, at least consciously. I'll write like a paragraph and only be like halfway through the paragraph in my mind and my fingers will jus stop typing and I'nd i'll get this weird feeling like deja vu and realize that I already typed the whole thing up even though I had no fucking clue what I was going to say. He didn't relaly understand that and I don't really understand how the fuck that works although I've got some inkling I guess. It must be a direct representation of what's going through my unconscious and just bypass the conscious parts of my brain, just like frued described certain things. He said that the mind was like an iceberg, only 10-20% of the conscious part of the brain is above the water, the other 80-90% is below the water and completely invisible. I think that kind of phenonenom (sp?) is fairly common, it's probably what people who get incredibly skilled, masters even of partciular arts do. Especially martial arts, since when you're doing that you don't really have time to think about your actions, you've just got to do it, and what is a reflex but something the unconscious mind has learned to do? Also Martial Arts require some spontaenousness that isn't purely 'reflex' but is also your unconscious mind creating something new for you. Which Is what I must compare this event to. hmmm any other subjects I want to talk about before I develop carpral tunnel syndrome? Any ideas people? If you do, please tell me, since I'm running out of brain poer and I really really don't feel like stopping right now. I'm int he mood to type and thinking and talk and do other stuff but I'm apparently not int he mood to think. I should probably
fix this up and make it look all nice and neat, but I'm to god damn lazy. Sam, this is a shoutout, for no real fucking reason,
I giessI'm really fcking paranoid about certain things for no reaswon that I can think of... gotta wonder why, I don't really have that much of a reason to be o paranoid, maybe it's just because I dislike anything other than prfection of my body, not to say that I need to be in perfect shape, but I need to be in complete control of my body. I guess I'm some-what anal retentive about that. And a few other things of course. But I'm also extremely anal explosive (nice term isn't it?) which is the exact opposite of anal retentive, about certain things. Which is supposedly kind of unusual, since you're usually either one way or the other. But that's another subjhect entirely and I'm trying to focus at least the tiniest bit on this one subject which I can't remember wtf it is. Although I juwst realized that I haven't cursed in almost five minutes, the only time I cursed within than it was within an acronym so it doens't count! so ha!.

Well, I'm talking to my friend and I mentioned my blog and he asked if he was included, well I said no but now I guess I've got to say yes, so Yes Pete you are in my fucking blog now, are you happy you fucking whore? Lol, you fucked up my concentration and now I'm cursing again damnit, You and your freaken bondage/ cool devices, which is some relaly really hot shit but truly not appropriate for such young tender innocent influenceable minds such as ummm,,, yourself? I don't really know anyone like that so I guess you can just ingore that statement. Cool devices is this sweet anime series all about sex specifically s&m, really hardcore shit Probably the most hard core shit you're going to find anywhere without getting into snuff. Which I probably shouldn't go into great detail on here, just because some people happen to find talking about people having sex with other people and than killing their sexual partner and deriving even more sexual pleasure from that, upsetting, or just... morally wrong for some reason. I'll never know why *evil grin*. Allright, so maybe that subject is just the slightest bit off-color, but come on how much more off-color cna you get than my freaken blog? This has got to be almost nc=17 by now. and if it isn't what the fuck is wrong with you people? How could you consider this pg 13? Well, I take that back you're all probably canadians, not likie I mean to insult the canadians of course. I'm sure they're all nice people who according to south park have semi=detachable heads and love to kick poor little genius infants. Of course maybe it's the kicking that caused the genius level iq to sprout up? hmm, the world may never know

Hmm, I'm talking to one of my friends about prostitution, he says he needs money and I told him to sell his body, poor little innocent boy (although not that innocent anymore ;) thought I was talking about selling organs, when I mentioned selling his body, I think at his age (he's 13 I believe) he can get between 50 and a hundred dollars a trick. I offered to take him into new york and I said I'd only take like 40% which is a really good rate for a first timer, I mean he's taking home like 60 bucks than per 'trick' how much freaken better can you get than that? Although, maybe he should just try and sell his virginity on ebay, with a buy it now function because the other ones seem to get taken down way to quickly, I say have a buy it now for a hundred k, that'll get him set for the next through years, through college at least and than he can get a decent job and he should have recovered from his highly traumatic situation by than, It'd probably be some 50 year old guy who won (unless I was nice and bid myself, but I'm poor so I won't get him out of that hell that way) but at least the money would be good, and he could do it a few times before his parents got busted for running a child prostitution ring.. So maybe he shoulod charge like 200k than? that's a good number have someone put it away in a credit union or a cd account, so that he can get between 3 and 5 percent, with interesting by the time he's 18 he should have like 500 grand well, if he's lucky anyway. Either that or the stock market, but their's a chance that he won't make any money from it and perhaps even lose money so I wouldn't suggest that. He could always just keep up that business for a year or so though, and get rich from it :) Retire at the age of 15 or so whenever he hits puberty and than let me leech off of him, because he'll be pretty fucking damn wealthy by than.


Alright I guess I've exhuasted my source of ideas for now, I mean how much more can you fucking talk about. Besides I've probably scared away about half my readers including sam, the guy who I gave a shoutout to earlier, even though he's a weird ass bitch too. Of course if you happen to know him personally, he's an ordinary guy and you didn't hear anything bad about him from mee, and even if you don't know him you didn't hear a bad thing about him from me, because that in my mind is a compliment, I think. I'd say definetly but I don't really remember what I said anymore. So I guess you can ignore this entire paragraph, yet again. Although if you continue to read be warned I may just ramble on and on and on... allright i'm leaving, going to take the shower that I meant to take like an hour ago Cya people

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