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saturday
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After watching SLC Punk, I can't help but laugh at Punk people now, and cry at myself. How anyone could honestly think they're punk after seeing it is just beyond me. Just sad, sad. I think I'll have to take a shower now. I'm trying to think up an interesting name for something and I've been seriously stumped. I need to look at what's on the laptop, too. Wrote a lot of stuff on there one night.
I took this. I'm being increasingly more and more shocked at how... soft... I've become. A year or, heck, two, ago I would have some up as somewhere between 90-100%, AKA: KILLER MONKEY, or something stupid, and now I'm 40-50%, as in: Broken Unicorn. (I should build a test all about describing you using those animal terms, sometime). Sad. Stuy Parker is no longer Stuy, but Brad. But that doesn't matter!
I can still kick ass! And besides, it's my party, I can cry if I want to.
I'm waiting for Alfred over there to wake up and come over here so I can kick his ass at Halo, so I'll write more... I'm really becoming aware at the fact that the Internet seems the only reliable means to express any form of depression. You meet these people in real life and they don't look more depressed than your typical house wife, which, I admit, is looking rather depressed, but a very minor form by today's standards. Then they go online, on their websites, in chat groups, and say something like:
Life is a void, except instead of being black and comfortable, this void is white. So white not only does it suck you down, it shoots bright blinding light in to your eyes the entire way, for eternity. We're talking major headaches, here, man.
Man, I should have wrote that back when I was all depressed. I think there are only three different groups of depressed people on the internet. The ones who are loud and angry, (Stuy, Trolls on Usenet, Shirley Manson), those who are cheesy and emotional, (Finding their poetic liscense and realizing it was revoked two lives ago), and those who keep quite until their mothers or relatives sign on to their account to tell everyone on their buddy list that they killed themselves, or killed someone else in general. There is a fourth but they don't count.
I'm not saying it's a bad thing, just an observation. I perfer angry people, myself being one, perhaps former one. The whimpering ones just come across like sad pathetic beat down hippies. Don't tell them so, or else they'll bite into you like a Gentleman. And those dudes are scary. (Oh, my, god. Did I just use a Buffy reference in one of my posts? I really... really should be shot). I'm trying to find out why, inside my head, I started writing this. I guess it really was just something to point out. Nothing to reflect on, though, just a realization.
Hmm. Ran out of steam. Sorry people.
l Posted by Stuy Parker at 11:07 AM.
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thursday
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I think Hedwig has permanetly scarred me and I will not feel normal until another good nights rest. Silly dreams, tossing and turning and all that. Then, I had an interesting dream where James Woods shot me multiple times and I had to live with the bullets in me, and spontaneous horrifying bleeding for days because I didn't want to trouble anyone to take me to the hospital.
Good news is, I shot that bastard James Wood multiple times and managed to kill him. Then I ran and hid in a closet and cried to my invisible friend(s). Scary things going on inside my head sometimes. And, for once, I didn't say everything outloud in my sleep, unlike usual when everyone can hear me growling and screaming and saying things that make no sense, about trees and soda cans and god knows what else.
Goddamn Hedwig, man.
And I think telling a homeless man "Jesus Loves You" is pretty fucking stupid in the first place. Honestly, I'm not homeless and if someone told me that I'd have to kick their ass, too. Giving food and pushing religion are two things that should be seperated from eachother. You can give food, and it can be from a religious.... whatever, but don't point it out. It's rude. Especially to homeless people who feel like they were fucked up the ass by Jesus the night before with no lubrication what-so-ever.
l Posted by Stuy Parker at 6:00 PM.
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Ryan: i went out with a friend tonight to Krispy Kreme...but there was this homeless dude eating food out of a bag in a parking lot, so i figured i would help him out and give him a donut. So i walked over and gave him a glaze, and I was like, ah man, don't eat that crap, here i bought you this, God Bless, and remember Jesus loves you! so I run back, and when i get back my friend is like, "he threw your donut!" And i was like WTF?!
Me: AHAHAHAHAH!
Ryan: So i go back and am like, DUDE! the donut is good, i got it for you, it cost .75cents, and he started saying all this crap about me being rude and i was like, dude! i gave you the donut! and he got in my face and was like I'M NOT YOUR DUDE AND I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND!
Moral of the story? Jesus makes some pretty shitty doughnuts.
l Posted by Alfred Turner at 12:05 AM.
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wednesday
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Hah! So.. I guess making friends with that Missionary across the hall might not have been the greatest idea, being that he and his, ahem, companion showed up at my door, and me, expecting a friendly game on my Xbox, (not really), let them in... And, then, after looking at some of my books and toys and etc, he pitched the question:
"I was wondering if you'd have a few so we can talk about what we do, and etc, whatnot?"
And I said, "Well, OK, if you have a quota to reach or something, I'm fair game, go ahead."
Whooo-boy. That was a mistake.
An hour and a half later they left and I had an outlined, highlighted, and page tagged version of the Book of Mormon. And I have to read it as far as I can until my eyes start to bleed. They might even come back in a few days to discuss it with me! Joy! I love these people. I understand why certain people get chosen to be Missionarys and get free rent and food just to walk around and pitch Mormonism to people: Shit, they're fucking hypnotists. I felt myself nodding off and phasing in and out of existance while I heard, "I know I believe the Book of Mormon is real."
If that dude's voice was any more hypnotic I swear I would have wet my pants and clucked like a chicken if he asked me too. Scary stuff, but I'm true to my word and I'll try to read the damn thing. Damn me and my, uhm, reliability I guess. Fuck.
Andrew and Kim are surely gonna laugh at me now.
l Posted by Stuy Parker at 9:53 PM.
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tuesday
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monday
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sunday
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I told you. And don't even try to install Windows XP using a Voodoo 3. After I got myself ripped a new asshole buying a Voodoo Banshee, which was a good card back in the day (for a P166), I tried to warn everyone not to buy 3Dfx cards, but does anyone listen to Brad? NO! (Er, I mean, Stuy) But, in the end, I'm right, which is all that matters. *spits in Alfred's general direction*
And, I wasn't saying Paul's ass was a bad thing. The kid was cute, too.
l Posted by Stuy Parker at 3:28 PM.
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