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May 31, 2005

   Lately, I've been having some mental instability.  Though I am a mentally unstable person, I have been getting excessively violent in what I do.  After school, I nearly killed a snake for the hell of it.  It is odd, because I am an animal person (not a fighter for animal rights, but I think animals are awesome and they should also be eaten).  And after losing to some guy who obviously modified his Halo server, I was on the verge of busting out with the Counter-Strike Rage.  Earlier, I went into the garage, picked up a baseball bat, and swung at my kicking bag.  Maybe I'm bipolar.  Or maybe I'm about to explode.  Either way, I currently feel that I will bust out with Columbine on everyone before graduation.  Leave me alone, my bubble is going to pop soon...

May 25, 2005

   My stepdad blames me for his TV not working.  He thinks that I know how to fuck up shit because I can change inputs and insert a red, white, and yellow "thing" into the TV.  Yes, playing video games leads to the malfunctioning of the television on which it is played.  The most absurd theses I have ever heard come from him.

May 18, 2005

   Star Wars is awesome.  If you don't like Star Wars, or you think a fleet from Star Trek could destroy the Jedi, you can go fuck yourself for all I care.

May 16, 2005

   Behold the following story: The Story of the Downy...

   So yeah, I just started to do my laundry.  To my surprise, we have no fabric softener in plain view.  I rummaged through our closet of laundry stuff (detergents, sprays, bleach, etc.) to find a small bottle of Downy in the corner.  I started to pour this emergency Downy into the Downy ball when I noticed a horrifying stench.  I checked my clothes, but they just smelled like me.  I smelled the other clothes, but I just pulled them out of the washing machine prior to putting my clothes in.  I smelled the Downy bottle....I nearly fainted.  The Downy smelled like vinegar and burnt shit.  It was the worst thing EVER.  How a bottle of Downy, some of the best smelling stuff in the world, could attain the smell of putrid flesh is beyond reasoning.  I told my step-dad to smell it, and he said it smelled fine.  Let me say this...Downy does not smell like that shit I smelled back there. 

May 13, 2005

   Considering it is Friday the 13th (oh my gosh!!!), I've decided to write the following:

   I've killed more people than Jason and Freddy combined, multiplied by 20!, by tenfold, plus 3.  I am the best psychopath ever.  (Note that the "20!" is not a 20 shouted, but actually 20 x 19 x 18 x 17 x 16 x 15 x 14 x 13 x 12 x 11 x 10 x 9 x 8 x 7 x 6 x 5 x 4 x 3 x 2 x 1, or a number bigger than what my calculator can display.)

   Anyways, my depression has further (depressed) over the past week, for reasons I won't mention.  Other than that, I had a pretty good day today.  About an hour of playing hacky-sack with my dad and uncle (and Kitto is a bastard for kicking my hacky-sack onto a roof and claiming I suck at the game), went to go see a hella awesome movie, "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" and a new song.  Josh Groban's "You Raise Me Up" is a song so energizing, I feel just about ready to stretch...

May 7, 2005

   FINALLY, I am fucking done with AP U.S. History.  Thank (insert divine being) for that. 

   So, I was reading my guestbook submissions today and they were all from my sister.  Would I post them?  Fuck no.  Below are some examples of shit she posts:

   It pisses me off because she writes some of the stupidest comments ever.  Why do I have a website when I barely write in it?  Hmm, I don't know.  Maybe it has to do with the fact that recently I've been out of the house for 10-12 hours everyday?  Or maybe I don't have much to talk about?  I don't know why I have a website that I barely write in.  The answer is just so complex that it is beyond my comprehension.  And, if my website is that "inappropriate" then the solution is simple:  don't fucking visit this page.

May 4, 2005

   I am so getting one of these...

May 1, 2005

   It's May...

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