Omegle, anyone?

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW
You: That is the war cry of the Pterodactyl, T-Rex, Velociraptor cross breed
You: You have been marked
You: The only question I have for you is do you wanted to be fucked before or after I eat you?
Stranger: i rather not be eaten
You: Mortal, I created this universe so I could fuck and eat everything within it
You: I created you
You: Your purpose is to be fucked and eaten by me
Stranger: uhm, and you know this because?
You: BECAUSE I AM THE PTERODACTYL, T-REX VELOCIRAPTOR CROSS BREED
Stranger: are you sure about that?
You: MORTAL you anger me
You: But I like your style
You: Will you join my cult?
Stranger: im not much of a cult person
You: Well then you will be ate and fucked
Stranger: i think you need Jesus in your life. He is the way the truth and the life.
You: I've met Jesus
Stranger: oh really?
You: I fucked him while I ate his face
Stranger: that is so wrong
You: He loved what was happening in his ass, but hated what was happening to his face
Stranger: wow that is really distrubing
Stranger: disturbing*
You: I told you, all life was purt here by me to be fucked and ate by me
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

You see all the stars and bars?! THAT means democracy.

I'm sitting here at midnight, about to start watching South Park, eating reheated frozen pizza. I'm not here because I want to.

I gave blood today and ran into people from my past. One of them I've done a pretty fair job of staying in touch with, and the other I haven't talked to since I graduated, about a year and a half ago. It was nice, they're both very good people. Haven't given blood in a while, and it always fills me with that nice warm feeling you get out of helping somebody. I was thinking about why I (or anybody) gives blood and it made me realize that there is no such thing as a selfless act; everybody is driven by their own desires in every aspect of life. If giving blood didn't give me that warm feeling, I wouldn't do it. Even the things we pretend we hate to do are not selfless. If a person truly hated doing something the bottom line is they wouldn't.

I downloaded insane amounts of Lady Gaga remixes today. It was awesome. I got the LMFAO remix of Love Game, two dubstep versions of her tunes, and a remix with Marilyn Manson of Love game. Also got the LMFAO remix of Katy Perry's Hot N Cold. So, needless to say a good day for my iTunes.

Besides doing that I didn't really get around to doing anything. I rocked out and got ready for the day, then I kind of sat around watching trashy television until I went to the library. Read until I donated blood than read some more. Boring, eh?

Bottles bite back

Salutations my vast imaginary audience. Today I became a man and reported to jury duty. After a lot of sitting, herding, more sitting, watching a lame education movie, and more sitting I was finally put in front of a judge to determine whether or not I could serve as a "fair and impartial juror." Turns out I can't and was immediately dismissed. The man was charged with sexually abusing his step daughter; the man was also guilty of being from Orange, Mass. When His Honor was questioning me he asked if I knew anybody who was either victim or defendant in a similar crime. Sadly, I can truthfully say yes. The judge excused me, thinking my past experience may cause biased. No matter how flagitious the defendant's charges, he deserves a fair trial, I s'pose. Hopefully the onus of proving this man guilty was not too much for the prosecution.

Once I was dismissed, I was let loose into the streets of Greenfield where there's nothing for a young man to do. I walked around, bought some cigarettes, smoked a few, and then looked around. Made another f.y.e. trip; bought the Lady Gaga LP. So fucking happy. I already knew all the songs off it, but that doesn't change the fact that Lady Gaga is an amazing fucking free bitch.
After doing that I...went into every store open. I looked at some actually pretty cool board games in this nerd shop. Smoked more cigs, bought coffee, and it was about 2:45. I got a call that my father would pick me up and to meet him at Walgreens. I walked to Walgreens and lounged in the store for like an hour, and then waited outside. It was kind of cold but not really. My dad came a little after 4, and I went home finally. Oh, and I had a Ruben sandwich for lunch. It was good.

At home I didn't do fucking anything but rock out to Gaga and put away clothes than waste time on my computer, which I'm continuing to do. I'll write more tomorrow, you sexy fucking bitch.

What's said is done

^for those who want to lol


Jury duty tomorrow-8 o'clock. Argh. On the plus side I've made a positive decision in my life to drastically cut back on cigarettes. No longer will I be a pack-a-day slave! I've been managing on two a day, but the real test will be whether or not I keep it up in school. I feel like I can do it, and maybe someday quit all together. That would be nice, eh?

Today was good, I got some bitchin' music. A media store in Keene is going out of business so e'rything was half off. I got an Against Me! cd of demos off As The Eternal Cowboy. It's only okay. A lot of the songs sound just like they did on the final cut, but it was only 5 bucks and the songs that are different are well worth it. I got an Islands cd "Arms Way" as well. Much more satisfying than the Against Me! purchase. Very melodic, and they really expanded on what they did with their "Return to the Sea" effort. The vocals and lyrics are probably the most interesting part of the record. Nick Thorburn's voice is haunting. The last and favorite album was Something to Write Home About by The Get Up Kids. I've been a fan of The Get Up Kids for a while but have never actually purchased a cd. I am not disappointed at all. In fact, I'm thrilled. I can tell this is one of those albums that I could just listen to over and over again and never get sick of it. I would have to recommend it to anyone who likes good music.

Along with purchasing music I also watched a really great movie today; it was a Spanish horror move "The Orphanage" (El Orfanato). Really fantastically shot, and completely lacking in the lame cheep scares most horror movies rely on. The atmosphere is what caused the film to have such a creepy vibe to it. The only real complaint I have is that it was at times too visually dark and could make seeing each detail a little difficult.

I'm finally getting around to reading "Pride and Prejudice" and I'm happy with it. The prose is nearly flawless. It pisses me off that people can't write like they used to anymore. *sigh* to live in the glory days...

I need to get ready for everything that is going to happen tomorrow. Stay strong soldiers.

Blaaah

This is a sort of rehab for me; lately in my life I've been acting and reacting in ways unbecoming of myself. This blog will act as a way for me to make sure that I no longer walk down the path of a nebbish, repugnant, train-wreck. Through what I hope to be daily posts I will track my progress next semester and make sure to enjoin my wild side into a more controlled balanced human being. Also maybe start posting creative writing? We'll see, bear, we'll see.

Holiday break has been heart breaking. It's really made me realize how little of a life I have back in my hometown and how much I've committed myself to the North Shore and what an effect it's had on me as a person. I leave for college on the 19th and I honestly can't wait.

I need to go out and get a new c.d.; not just new to me but new to the world. I feel out-dated. I have jury duty all day on Monday, and will be stuck in Greenfield all day, so maybe I'll swing by f.y.e. if they're still open and pick something up...It'll need to be fresh, hip, and above all fly. May take a while to make a final decision, but hopefully it will be well worth it.