Date:	2005-03-27 10:10
Subject:	So I'm not a zombie-fighting ninja robot...
Security:	Public
Mood:	blah
Music:	Up In The Trees

Official Survivor Congratulations! You scored 82%!

Whether through ferocity or quickness, you made it out. You made the right choice most of the time, but you probably screwed up somewhere. Nobody's perfect, at least you're alive.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 97% on survivalpoints

Link: The Zombie Scenario Survivor Test written by ci8db4uok on Ok Cupid

Date:	2005-03-24 09:24
Subject:	I obviously have a problem with you.
Security:	Public
Mood:	cranky
Music:	asilakufhjnuiwuiwefuihwfkjncjzcnkbcbeihwefhwefsfbn hfvbs

My mother is a wing nut. Fucking psychotic. Maybe it WOULD be better for me to not be around her. She's right even though I never said that. Take things personal much? God damn it. Someone get me the fuck out of here.

Date:	2005-03-23 16:53
Subject:	The coffee is getting weak.
Security:	Public
Mood:	cranky
Music:	Luna.

I'm home from travelment and the mystery of what to do next... for a few hours atleast. I enjoyed it. Home for sleep and sustenance, perhaps a shower. Shuffling from street to dorm to street to hot tub to house and onto the next, finally home whence I have been summoned. No underwear, no tooth brush, no bathing suit, no rules, no parents, no cage. No ball and chain. No money, but that doesn't bother me one bit. I'd rather be on the street in the sunshine with -$5 than in a building asking for money from my stingey parental units. I love them.... what's not to love(?): necessity. I want to be somewhere else. There's little chance of that since it has begun to snow. I've been ditched, clobbered, bitten, thrown, splashed, and hell of dirty, but I was in a good mood. I am a mouse cornered by two fat, hungry cats.

I hope the sun comes out again. I want to reclaim the streets.

Date:	2005-03-19 19:39
Subject:	I don't really know what to do with myself rght now.
Security:	Public
Mood:	high
Music:	Gorillaz.

I feel isolated. Unable to connect with my subconscious even on a hallucinogenic level. Exaggerated, edgey. When I looked in the mirror this morning I couldn't stand myself. I don't look healthy. I felt like, "I am the most disgtusting person in the entire world.
I want to cover myself entirely so no one will see me ever again". It was pretty rough.

The rally went well. I enjoyed it thorroughly, for all it was worth. I wasn't just protesting the war, capitalism, racism, homophobia, etc... I was protesting everything that I believe is unjust and non-progressive. It was one of the best feelings I have ever experienced in my life. Not to mention that it was gorgeous out there. Gorgeous enough to mud wrestle. :)

My mother is a pre-menopausal alcoholic and she makes me scared of life. She makes me the tiniest, most helpless fly on flypaper. When I got home from the rally she kind of flipped her lid. I had a massive anxiety attack. I have not cried like that since my heart had been broken. I feel like she wripped my humanity out from within me, it was so painful.

Meditated for a bit. I'm alright. Except I hate it when people jump down your throat about something that has nothing to do with you and then get offended.

Date:	2005-03-17 18:16
Subject:	Sugar cubically blossoming into freedom.
Security:	Public
Mood:	ecstatic
Music:	Unimportant unimportant unimportant.

Tomorrow is the day. The day that my tongue will taste the sweetness of hallicunation, wrap itself in delirium. Forcefully fluid I am transitionary to the stars' main sequence high high high high high high above the shrinking mother of mine. Burning down the remnants of igloo-esque gates keeping me from myself, the freedom will onset soon as will the trip of a life time.

Date:	2005-03-15 19:29
Subject:	Fa Fa
Security:	Public
Mood:	crappy
Music:	Guster... what?

"You're still waiting for someone who never ever came."
But have I? Distilled emotions ferment into love blossoming among the grape vines of wrath tangling round my throat and constricting until I suffocate from lack of reality.
"You're always saying something you swear you'll never say again."
A vortex of social skills sucking me into oblivion molecule by molecule... I never even notice until the wrongful usage of vernacular is plucked from the tip of my tongue which I attribute to the disillusionment of time-space.
These are the lyrics to, my band, Blackhole's first song. I like to keep it emo.

Date:	2005-03-14 19:23
Subject:	He (mirrored).
Security:	Public
Mood:	calm

Me: I think his head detached from his body and floated away like a helium balloon.
Griff: and his arms turned into licorice
Griff: or however you spell it
Me: You got it.
Griff: cool
Griff: and his feet marshmellows and carnival peanuts

Reminds me of Gnossos.

Date:	2005-03-14 17:00
Subject:	Yippie skippie!
Security:	Public
Mood:	bouncy

It's gorgeous outside and I got to talk to him today. He's doing well and said that he'd do his "darndest" to appear at Beltaine. Yay! I want to run through the forest toward the Sun. Barefeet and dirt is all I ask for. You're smiling and it's making my whole world light up. I'm going to see Juliet in a week and I'm super excited!

Who wants to help me kick some white supremecist ass? Enh? Any takers? I'm so fucking pissed.

Date:	2005-03-11 23:00
Subject:	fSHj,haie;klbd
Security:	Public
Mood:	drunk
Music:	elaghkg;ogrhgiutrhnfmv

I'm drunk.
And I love it.
I love you.
I want you...
to come over and sex me up.
My milk(soy)shake brings all the boys to the yard
and their life is better than yours.
Damn right
it's better than yours.
I could teach you
but I'd have to charge.
SEX.
Lesbians.
Penis.
dfherigkjnlvkhjkbuirtkjlhkjahewku
Ren.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Date:	2005-03-11 17:29
Subject:	Not all skinheads are racists, BIATCH.
Security:	Public
Mood:	determined
Music:	suck a bitch

1. skinhead
A movement started in Britain in the 60s when the mod scene met the hippy scene. The mod scene split, and the "hard mods", the ones who hated hippies, got harder. With a little influence from Jamacian rudeboys, the skinhead was born out of the hard mod. Most of the music was held over from the mod days, but there were ska and reggae imported from the rude boys.

In the 70s, many punk-rockers became Skinhead, Skrewdriver among them, and brought Oi! and RAC into the scene.

Skinheads represent the working class, and fight with honor.

There are 4 main types of Skinheads:

Traditional Skinheads (Rejects all politics and labels)

Skinheads Against Racial Prejudice (SHARP) Anti-racist Skinheads

White Power/National Socialist(Neo-Nazi) Racist Skinheads

Red Anarchistic Skinheads (RASH)
Communist Skinheads

There's also GASH (Gay Aryan Skinheads), but they're just a joke.

The general "uniform" of the Skinheads are flight jackets, Fred Perry's/polo shirts/dress shirts, Levi 501s/tight jeans, steelcap combat boots (Doc Martens, Gripfasts, and others), and either shaved head or close-cut hair. Sideburns are common.

Generally, skinheads reject hard drugs, although drinking and smoking are common.

Skinheads love to go out drinking with the boys, get rowdy, and kick a few skulls in.

Skinheads work for a honest, working-class living with their own sweat and blood.

Oi, Oi, Oi!

Date:	2005-03-10 15:41
Subject:	Myspace is soooooooooo cool.
Security:	Public
Mood:	curious
Music:	GHEY.

FYI: This is ALSO for my myspace friends list.

1. Choose 15 people from your friends list at random.
2. Write something about/to each of them.
3. Don't tell anyone who the statements are about. Good or bad. No matter what.

1. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. When you're not happy my skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. So please don't take my sunshine away. Too late for that, or early because you haven't left quite yet.

2. At a party in November we tried to convince Nate and Andreas to make out and we thought it was the most hilarious thing ever.

3. You were Brad in Rocky Horror. I'm pretty sure you had an erection for a good deal of the play (atleast when you were only wearing your tighty whiteys).

4. You bought me cigarettes at Convenient when I was dating Tristan. You told me that he was really excited about me even though he was being a horrible boyfriend.

5. You smell like a wet dog and/or ass, but you're a fabulous dancer. I dyed your hawk red.... silly gnomes and such.

6. You are allegedly the president of the United States of America. I hate you.

7. You're from Edison, New Jersey and your life is consumed by nazi bullshit and I hate it aaaaahhh! I miss you!

8. You are a pocket chia garden homo gnome pet, a skinhead, a nazi stomper, a great dancer, a man that can pull off a mexistache very creepily, and you are awesome.

9. You are in a love triangle with me and the zodiac, there are two of you, we will all be barefoot in good time. I LOVE YOU!

10. I don't know where you are, but I miss you and I wish you would come back because I feel that you are disconnected from the 666 crew.

11. I'm wearing your sweater and it makes me feel fat and itchy. I love you and I would enjoy seeing you more often.

12. We were best friends in like fourth grade and we must go see a scary movie so we can be flamingly homosexual men together. But I think you beat me on that one anyway.

13. You played "Thumb or Penis" at Juliet's going away party and we made you feel really awkward. I was drunk.

14. I like you a lot but I fucked everything up and you're a virgin and it won't work anyway because you're too.... not my age. Hana and I saw you pick your nose today. It was sweet.

15. You're so creepy, I love you. You throw awesome parties in your winery and you are a good man... even though you're a Virgo male.

Please let me know on a scale of 1-10 how much I have offended you.

Date:	2005-03-06 21:37
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	mellow
Music:	------------------------------------------------------------

Gotta love being ridiculously drunk and my hand smells like a combination of pop corn and chocolate. I want a cigarette. Yea, I quit. Hahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahhahahha. I hate my body, I ate fried bean curd with garlic sauce. It was fucking awesome. I like it when my hair is poofy. I like it when you slip me a roofie. I like it when boys are more drunk than me! I don't like it when Andy is bombarded with Nazi crap. Slightly odd.

Date:	2005-03-02 21:01
Subject:	If I only had a heart.
Security:	Public
Mood:	Squigly.
Music:	"Coffee Shop"---->RHCP

When a man's an empty kettle he should be on his mettle,
And yet I'm torn apart.
Just because I'm presumin' that I could be kind-a-human,
If I only had heart.
I'd be tender - I'd be gentle and awful sentimental
Regarding Love and Art.
I'd be friends with the sparrows ... and the boys who shoots the arrows
If I only had a heart.
Picture me - a balcony. Above a voice sings low.
Wherefore art thou, Romeo?
I hear a beat...how sweet.
Just to register emotion, jealousy - devotion,
And really feel the part.
I could stay young and chipper and I'd lock it with a zipper,
If I only had a heart.

Date:	2005-03-02 18:56
Subject:	Oh god....
Security:	Public
Mood:	uncomfortable
Music:	ewjfjwghlbwfwae

This is really creepy. I am listening to Beatrix Potter's "Peter Rabbit" from the other room. The poor thing sounds so scared... it fills me with despair and a feeling of misguidance. Just the voice makes me want to cry. Mister McGregor is so intimidating and cruel.

The phone's ringing... I wish someone would have the good sense to pick it up...

What's area code 678?