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| I'm drowsy like McFlowzy....SHUT UP! |
| 06.28.04 (12:07 pm) [edit] |
I just found a site that has lots of interesting flash things. It's called Flashplayer. The site is actually pretty obvious, www.flashplayer.com . I'm too lazy to put in a hyperlink right now.
I just came back from watching TV. VH1's 40 most outrageous reality tv moments. Um, yeah not much there.
So anyway, on Flashplayer, I'd recommend watching Rules for the Masses, Bob the Ball 2, and Madness 4 : Apoethesis.
So anyway, I'm playing with legos (The 6-year old child still lives within me! RAR!) and it's getting kind of boring. I have Halo Master Chief action figure. Um, he's quite big. Think of the fattest person you know..Then triple him!
Yeah! He's that big!
He came with the MA5B (Yes, I did read the novels..I'm such a nerd :oops: ), Pistol and Sniper Rifle. I'd quite a time pretending that I was actually holding them and shooting at things in my room.
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Remind me to throw myself into a cement mixer later on today.
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| I can't work today, IT'S A HOLY DAY!! |
| 06.27.04 (12:24 pm) [edit] |
I tell you, people these days.
So I woke up today, ate eight hundred pieces of blackberry cobbler and read the ads that come in the Sunday paper. Then I had to go to church but I tried to resist by hiding in the couch. Unfortunately, my mom saw my head popping up from behind a pillow. A smart one, aren't I?
So I go and there's the interpretive dancer 3 year old girl there. Okay. We sit in front of this lady with a baby. Half way through mass, the baby starts smiling at me. But then, something incredibly funny happened that I had to look down. The baby was smiling, but at the same time, slobber mixed with milk was coming out from his/her mouth! IT was friggin great!
We end the mass, I go to the car and wait for my mom. I read some Game Informer and was interested in their article on Dead Rush. Looks snazzy, eh?
So, we go and mum asks me if I wanna go to this Japanese sushi place. We eat there and they have two tv's in there with Sumo wrestling. The people were nice in there but it was kinda funny seeing my mom try to communicate with them. It went a little bit like this...
Mom: My son wants a crab salad. It's just got some rice and mayo on it.
Chef man: Ah? Is it a roll?
Mom: No, it's sushi.
The chef man said somethings we couldn't understand but other than that, that was probably one place that I didn't feel like an idiot in. Though, I did put the end of the bendy straw IN the root beer. I only noticed when we were leaving. Darn scammers!
So here I am at home, wanting to use the bathroom badly but pondering why I am not using it.
Well, there comes a time in man's life when he has to use the bathroom incredibly badly.
Don't be alarmed if it happens more than once.
In fact, it's kind of normal.
"NATURE'S CALLING AND I'M ANSWERING!"
I went with my mom to go pick my sister up at 7pm.
I came back at 9:54pm.
It was all because my mom wanted to look at houses in Vancouver. No thanks, mom. I'd like to stay in craptacular Portland! Whee!
So anyway, get this. This is probably where I get THE MOST mad at. So, I tell my mom she owes me for letting her drag me out into vancouver for 2 frickin hours. So we drop by Coffee People to get a coffee, a soda and a cookie. Mind you, I can't drink coffee or my heart gets a heart attack. Awkward, huh?
So, the place is closed and my mom JUST LEAVES!! WHERE'S MY PRESENT MOM?! AM I NOT THAT GOOD ENOUGH TO GET ANYTHING FROM COFFEE PEOPLE?!
I got pretty angered after that. So, I keep asking my mom if we can go to places like TCBY and the like. Well, right about there I activate Mr Poopy Pants that all parents like. So, I sigh in my seat. Craptastic, huh?
Oh yeah, one more thing.
No beeb, I don't want to have a documentary.
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| TY to fallinanel8587 for helping me with teh text. Now to the funnyness. |
| 06.26.04 (6:20 pm) [edit] |
Well. Yeah, fallinangel8587 is a friggin genius. Yep...
So anyways, I woke up at 11:34am today. I went downstairs to play some games and when I went upstairs to find some food, the carpet was gone. The first thought that came to my head was that evil gremlins that live in my bathtub stole them. I saw my brother walking around carrying a screwdriver. It didn't really change my opinon until my dad told us that we were removing the carpet.
So, me working and add some constant jokes from your dad about you while getting increasingly bored and, well... It sucks. Sucks so much, I'd eat cow bile. Well... Not that bored but you get my point.
Sooo, yeah, I spent most the day taking out staples and throwing the old carpet outside. Of course, I threw it on the porch. Well, here you find me now, rotting to death from hunger and getting somewhat bored.
Mind you, eating the pair of shoes I'm wearing right now is seeming like a good idea right about now.
Just a wonder, this cursor text or mouse attack? It'd be jolly great if someone would tell me whether I should have this cursor text or mouse attack. Either way, this blog will be cooler than you and your neighbor.
Hey, this blog is cooler than you AND your neighbor! It has music AND TEXT! Wow! I pooped my pants!
I mean... My palms are sweaty!
So yes, this blog is coolio and now my mom doesn't want me to use her laptop to update my blog. Apparently, it's going to take up space.
Naive mom, naive.
I'm still wide awake, and I'm pondering to myself while flicking one of my hairs. Deep, huh? My sister is watching something Faith. It has Ben Stiller in it so you go find out what it is. Bah.
Well, I can hear my mom's thunderous stomps of her shoes against the floor out in the hall. Guess that's a sign for me to go.
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| Randomness is a disease. |
| 06.25.04 (10:30 pm) [edit] |
Well, I came back from Pat's today and well.. I'm quite angered that my mom didn't bake a blackberry cobbler. Well, I jacked some coke since, well, I do take advantage of free stuff.
Okay, now about my trip.
Well, there were a few people there. Patrick, of course, his brother Johnny, Kent (he only stayed for a bit) Vinh, and his friend Damien. Oh, and his parents and his dog, Barkley. Dogs can't really get much cooler than Barkley.
So. Yeah.
Well, I got there and Vinh and Damien were playing Basketball. Ok, I talk to Vinh and ask him where Patrick is. Well, he's inside playing Metal Slug 3 (Which is quite the game) and so I go in. Well, he's got the big screen in there. That room is a mess! There were all these games lying around and crap. Really. This is coming from a guy who has pretty friggin messy room.
So yeah, we play for a bit and decide to go outside and play basketball. Well, I'm quite the star and kill Patrick. And Vinh. Yessiree.
Well, we got bored for a bit and started playing this odd game called Bombardment. No wait, that was after kent left.
So after playing Metal Slug 3, AGAIN, we went into the living room. We talked for a bit. Not much. I made people laugh but I can tell the need to throw me out the window was growing. Kent left around then.
We go outside, play Bombardment. To tell you the truth, I didn't see us bombarding anybody with pinecones and making them bleed to death. Instead, you hide and make people find you. Rather more hide and seek that killing things.
So, we go back and play some more games. But, note that Patrick and I were supposed to go out and find them. Well, Johnny sees us and we go outside, mumbling.
We play and Damien and I didn't really like the game. So, we go back and play MORE METAL SLUG. Jeesh, we're like game-a-holics, huh. So, Vinh and Patrick go outside while Damien and Johnny watch me play Deus Ex : Invisible War. I can tell you right now, THROWING THINGS AT PEOPLE HAS NEVER BEEN SO MUCH FUN!
Patrick rushes into the room and asks us what we want to eat from their restaurant. Knowing me, I'm a noodle person. I ask for Chicken Fettucini. So, we go outside and wait a bit and Pat's mom comes back with the food. We start chowing out and people start leaving. Soon, I'm the only one left. Well, Vinh comes back with some garlic bread and some weird grub look alike pasta. He starts putting some pop inside the tin he had the pasta from and it looked like Miso Soup. Odd, eh?
He starts washing his hands WITH POP. I start clapping and say, " Congrats. You've won a frickin idiot award." Vinh leaves a hand print on the table and it looks like someone was killed there. He makes another except this one is smeared. I couldn't finish the food I was eating so I was wondering what I should do. Vinh was talking that I should give it to Barkley so I did. Patrick starts calling out and Vinh and I start busting out laughing. I snatched the tray away from Barkley and Pat asks us what is so funny. I just point to the hand prints on the table to cover it up.
So, they go to Starbucks and get some crap there while Johnny, Vinh and I wait at Pat's house. I forgot what we did, though. So they get back, more Metal Slug, and we go outside. We talk while shooting hoops and then my mom comes to pick me up. Strangely, she was listening to Onesidezero, a Florida Nu-Metal band.
That was my CD.
That was nu-metal.
If you don't see anything wrong with this, you must be one heck of an odd person.
Or your parents are rockers.
So, here you find me at home. My legs hurt and my mom is constantly screaming at me to go to sleep.
Home, sweet frickin, home.
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| Nifty like a... Uh, gun! |
| 06.25.04 (11:52 am) [edit] |
Patrick is apparently at his friend's house which is not kewl. Remind me to beat the blob later when I see him.
I'm listening to Minerva and I'm sure you all know who wrote it. Well you don't so I'll say it anways. LIEK, IT'S TEH DEFTONES!
Hm.
Ah?
Oh!
That's right!
I got five goo goo supremes in my room. I'll give you a dollar if you can find them... Uh. Yeah. That's what it was all bout. BUH BYE
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| My runny nose is like a river. |
| 06.25.04 (8:13 am) [edit] |
I woke up this morning to my cat attacking my feet. No wonder why in my dream I lost a foot...
He's quite the satanic thing, yesiree. He's going to get a new friend later. Hopefully they won't work together and destroy the world and eat us.
But that's just a thought.
RIGHT! The conspiracies!
Have you noticed...BOXING DOESN'T EVEN HAVE BOXES???!!! I swear, it is the oddest thing in the world. I bet the government did it!
While we are still on the topic of boxing, have you noticed those aren't really rings? THEY ARE SQUARES! Either the guy who made the things wasn't taught very well in school or the government is doing this.
Last thing, the government and satan are working together so the world doesn't know where Hell is. Let's take a look at what I found out...
Mike: HELL!
AOLYellowPages: Search for: "HELL" in Portland, OR 97219. Enter a number to select a listing:
And all I got were some places called Hellen.
NOW THAT'S A WORK OF SATAN AND THE GOVERNMENT!
:twisted: EEK! :twisted:
Oh yeah, I'm going to Pat's later. I'll update you all with that when I get back.
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| I can see the future. Mainly because I know what I am going to blog about next. |
| 06.24.04 (11:06 pm) [edit] |
BEHOLD! THE MYSTIC EYE OF ME!
Uh.
Forget I said that.
Well, later today, when it's actually light out *hiss!*, I'll write about some conspiracies I know of. Some about boxing, some about rings, and some about the location of Hell.
Be prepared and hide the children.
I'M GONNA BLOG!
Oh yeah, forgot. I'm gonna go to Patrick's house. I'll update you all with information on my trip. I know there's gonna be something on Vinh. Crazy people.
Remind me to kill them.
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| Sleep is for losers and evidently, I am one. |
| 06.24.04 (10:10 pm) [edit] |
It's 11:09pm, and I'm getting drowsy. I think it was..Two nights ago? Yeah, that's when my mom activated Godzilla mode and started wreaking havoc amongst those still awake in the house. She kept screaming at me to go to sleep when it is SUMMER! Really.
I'm gonna do a few more things, such as listen to some more music. Hm. What else was I going to do? :?: I tell you, sometimes I swear that I have alzheimers. Or however you spell it. I don't care, I'm young and naive.
Night night, don't let the deranged bugs that satan creates bite. Oooh, that really makes me want to sleep now!
Oh yeah! I'm changing the name of this place! So long craptacular me, hello to Sympathy For The Self Confident!
100 VIEWS! I'm so cool! Thing is... Who looked at my blog? :o I'm starting a search. Anybody who'd like to join, punch yourself hard in the face and submit me a picture of what your face looks like after the damage.
Thank you.
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| Pizza is for cool people like NOT ME! Psh, yeah right. |
| 06.24.04 (7:13 pm) [edit] |
I just took a bite into this pizza from King Arthurs (Apparently my mom forgot the name of Roundtable so she used what ever words came into her head that reminded her of Roundtable. Old people!) and it tasted moldy. :shock: . Just really. Well, it was around a mushroom and an onion so I can't really blame my taste buds.
Well, I'm listening to Rancid's Red Hot Moon thanks to the Street Network's radio. Hey it finished! Time for the Secret Machines. Remind me to buy their CD, yessum.
PS - Berry Bland juice from V8 is coolio. Nuff' said.
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| DEYellowSnow - Don't Eat Yellow Snow. Or Do Eat Yellow Snow depending on your intelligence.. |
| 06.24.04 (6:42 pm) [edit] |
Yar! First BLOG!!! Eh. Yeah. Not much, I will post back later you little turds.
BUH BYE.
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