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Gol'Fish, Motha Fucka!!!!!Current Mood:  LIVEJOURNAL WANTS ME SEXUALLY Current Music: INDIE LOL |
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Extinction.
Guys, Girls... It's coming soon. We're all gonna die.
But my main purpose for wasting my time on LiveJournal is this:
TO ANY PERSON(S) ASSOCIATED WITH PARKVIEW'S SUMMER PRODUCTION OF HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL
- Get out now, else fuck yourself.
You have been warned.
If you continue to support High School Musical, you will fuck yourself.
Why, Parkview?
Why.
c==8 lawlsCurrent Mood:  thirsty Current Music: Dreadfully silent |
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And Livejournal still sucks c=8. Haha.
Life fucking rules.
Jul. 24th, 2006 @ 07:03 pm
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| » People don't like it when you talk to them with your weapon drawn. |
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Tonight marks the 3rd night of Passover. For those of you who aren't quite familiar with the Jewish celebration of Passover, it is a symbolic feast which celebrates the slaying of all the Egyptian first born. The Egyptians were totally owned. They obviously didn't think of painting their doorposts with lamb's blood when the Angel of Death came by. Sucks for them! They tried to kill us, they fucked up. Now we shall feast on tasteless unleavened bread! Next year in Jerusalem!
In other news, Knots - Special Edition, along with the upcoming Knots II will be released for purchase online through PayPal (or possibly just credit/debit cards). Knots - Special Edition is basically the same thing as Knots just with a full color CD Booklet/Insert, improved songs, and perhaps a couple bonus tracks. If you'd like a copy of the original Knots (it's free), contact me somehow, and I'll get it to you. It's not quite as good as the Special Edition. One of the biggest changes is the length of "Calm". For purposes of redundancy, we shortened it to about 4-ish minutes.
Also, some recorded material is coming up soon, I hope. I aiming to release some of my solo music, if I can get my shit together. On that note, I would like to play a show soon with a band. At the least, I need a Drummer and a Bassist; however, I could also use a backup guitarist. We will be playing a mixture of original material, improvisation, and a few covers.
Apr. 14th, 2006 @ 12:47 pm
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| » Oh, Dr. Dre.. |
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"Hey, motherfuckers, welcome back to the 20 dolla Sack Pyramid
I'm your host motherfuckin O.G. Henny Loug
And we're back with our two final contestants
Duck motherfuckin Mouth and Bootny Lee Farnsworth
They'll be playin for a 20 dolla Sack of Indo
and a 35 dollar gift certificate to the Compton swap meet
Alright y'all beotches got 30 seconds to answer five motherfuckin questions
Lonnie, you're ready wit that clock?
Well let the games begin"
Apr. 4th, 2006 @ 11:09 pm
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Jackson is getting a car. Soon. Hooray!
I'm also considering applying for a job at Leo's. Discuss. And not the kind you throw. I think that only has one "s".
And Fight Night Round 3 for XBox 360 rules, kplxthx. I just beat the fuck out of Oscar De La Hoya. What a sucka bitch.
Mar. 25th, 2006 @ 02:24 pm
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Hahahahahahhahhahaahhahahhahaahhashitfuck.
In other news, I might not fail out of school.
Mar. 23rd, 2006 @ 01:24 pm
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Hah, I'm happy.
So, fuck you guys. I think I might delete my LiveJournal. Any objections?
I really do love you all.
Okay, most of you.
Mar. 20th, 2006 @ 05:15 pm
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So, Katie and I were at Baskin Robins - or however the fuck it's spelled - and there was this song this dude on the radio was singing about some chick putting her shoes on and "doing it" with their eyes closed. I think the people there thought we were retarded when we cracked up laughing. Why am I telling you guys this?
So come on baby put your shoes on... something, something... We can do it with our eyes closed... something, something... bitch, whine.
Cockslice.
Mar. 19th, 2006 @ 04:04 pm
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Okay, this is a couple years old, but I'm sure not many of you have seen this yet.
And if you guys haven't read about the 2-ton son-of-a-bitch of awesome that is Johnny Turbo, go here now!
Mar. 18th, 2006 @ 01:36 pm
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Ch-ch-ch'yeah.
Mar. 17th, 2006 @ 04:15 pm
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| » OMG ROLLING STONES LOL ARE MY LOL FAVORITE |
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Okay, like, so-like-the other day... like, THE COOLEST THING... like, HAPPENED!!!
It would be a morning like none other; I could tell from the moment I was awakened by the gentle chirping of birds outside my window. A ray of early-morning light rested upon my bedpost creeping down towards my shoulders. It was time to lift the slumber from my eyes and write a new chapter in my daily life. I then took a shower, as I always do; however, it was there that I encountered my first great decision of the day. Next to my usual shower gel, there were, not one, but two shampoo bottles. It would be understandable had they been two bottles of the same formula, but avast, they were not. One of these bottles, according to the label, was infused with an esther of rosemary, while the other one, which glistened a bright pink color, rose petals. In those meager hours of the morning, such decisions were not suitable for my subtly active mind. However, it was not long that I came to the conclusion that roses are for fags, and I was better off choosing the rosemary. And what a choice! I do recall reading that ancient Greeks would occasionally tuck a sprig of rosemary behind their ear to ward off evil spirts and boost memory. What luck!
On my way to school I noticed something. Gasp! I had forgotten my AP Chemistry folder! In an act of shock I jerked the steering wheel around and promptly crashed into two lanes of opposing traffic, causing a massive chain incident. Gosh dang! I stepped out of my vehicle to get a better look at what I had caused. I think I heard a pedestrian screaming something vague... like, "Oh my dear lord! My baby just crashed through my car window and slammed into another car, crushing his skull!" I believe that was it. Hm... I hope the baby is okay, yet still, why can't parents ever learn to put their infants in safety seats? Sometimes it takes reality to teach them. I then noticed a Burger King across the street. I love that restaurant! I decided I'd walk over and buy myself a breakfast item. Driving really takes the energy out of me. Upon entering, I immediately became overjoyed by the euphoric scents of the fast food restaurant. But when I got up to the counter to place my order, I realized that I was flat broke! Suddenly, my stomach growled. I thought for a while how I could earn a few bucks quickly. I then decided that I could probably walk a block down the street to the bank. It was a strenuous exercise, especially without my Segway, but the thought of sausage biscuits and miniature cinnamon rolls kept my feet moving.
When I finally arrived at the bank, I walked to the teller and said, "I need a few dollars, ma'm." She looked at me with this queer gesture, as if there was something else I needed to tell her. I figured it was just because she had Down's Syndrome, so I waited patiently for her to catch on. Of course, she didn't seem to, so I decided that I would be a little more assertive. Sometimes, you have to be with these people. After all, they wouldn't be working at a bank if God didn't hate them.
"Excuse me, m'am," I said. "I need about three dollars." I held up three fingers as I said these words, since retards can rarely count. She then began to say something, but I didn't quite catch on. I was busy watching over the negroes (That is what they call themselves today, is it not?) in the line next to me. You never can be too safe, as my grandpa used to say. But as I gazed back at my retarded friend, she said, in suprisingly good English, "Sir, if you don't have a bank account here, I can't help you, and you are holding up the line."
Well, at that point, I realized that this 'tard needed some good old fashion sense knocked into her flat head, so I left-hooked her in the jaw and said, "Listen you cock-sucking, pasty-faced, retarded homosexual bitch, I know my rights as an American, and you can't deny me service!" I think she screamed or something. I couldn't really tell since my attention was once again diverted to the minorties standing next to me. At this point, they seemed to have a threatening look on their faces. Uh oh! I knew this was my key to run away, but it seemed as if my previous conflict had stirred up mixed emotions among the various people in the bank. So I kicked everyone's ass and walked out. I didn't get far until I was stopped by a police officer.
"Well hello, officer! Why it sure is a lovely day, is it not? Caught any Mexicans, yet? Or do they start stealing things later in the day?" But he seemed to think I was under arrest. I was a little concerned when he binded my wrists with handcuffs, but I assumed it would all blow over when I got to the station. I'm sure he had mistaken me for a criminal. Why, I believe that happened to my dear friend Scott one evening. Oh my, what a humorous story that was.
But as I rode in the police car it happened. Stepping out of the Burger King I had just previously visited was none other than the legend himself, MICK JAGGER! I nearly jumped out of my seat! Wow! I never get to see such glamourous celebrities. What a spectacular day!
Mar. 14th, 2006 @ 05:36 pm
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I hate being by myself. Someone please just show up at my house. Anyone.
Mar. 13th, 2006 @ 06:08 pm
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I think I was born in the wrong country.
Mar. 12th, 2006 @ 06:30 pm
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Echem...
Chaka: Thank you for your kind words, and I will try to have that mix for you soon.
Jacob Keel: What's the word on that L, son?
Kat & Kyle: Thanks for everything this weekend. Sorry it had to be cut short.
Mar. 12th, 2006 @ 01:54 pm
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| » Like... Darkness and crows... and sad things... Titties. Wait... those aren't sad... |
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This is a poem I've memorized that read sometimes when I'm depressed. I think it really relates to my emotions.
Mar. 10th, 2006 @ 04:45 pm
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Someone more fortunate than I, please tell me I have at least something good coming for me.
Mar. 9th, 2006 @ 07:45 pm
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