June 13 2002
Has anyone ever been sick? I don't know. Who eats chipotle? Don't know. So, yesterday, Tuesday, was quite possibly the worst day of my life. And quite possibly the best. At 12:00 midnight on Wednesday, I went to sleep after watching a documentary on Robert Altman. I went to bed shortly after, and woke up the same day at 11:00am. I felt sicker than a mother fucker. And I think it was all because of that damn papa murphy's pizza, i'm never eating pizza again, every time i think of pizza, I want to vomit. So, I got up at 11:00 and tried to get out of my bed, as i got up my head started to throb and ache, like someone was pounding bricks into my brain. I've never really had a headache before, but I now know what one feels like, especially one that can make you ill and keep you from sleep. I took a shower hoping i would feel better after, well, i sort of did, but i had a hard time walking, and seeing straight. so i went downstairs and watched tv. Let me tell you, there's shit on the tv from 12:00 to 1:00. except for mister rogers, that guy is tight, i had that freaking song in my head all day long. but the show made me tired, so i went back up stairs and went back to sleep. until i woke up again at 7:00pm. i was a tired mother fucker, because even when i stayed up till ten watching junkyard wars, i began dozing off every now and again. so i went to sleep at 10:00, or shortly after, until I woke up today at 8:30am. And I stayed up until now, and I'm still tired writing this. my eyelids are getting heavy and blinking is hard. I haven't eaten anything since two days ago, and I've slept 27 some hours in the past day and a half. well, looks like i'm going to eat at chipotle tonight, and then sleep for many, many hours. Maybe all this sleep is the sleep i missed the entire school year, it feels like it eh. well, see you around the neighborhood. peace.

June 11 2002
School is finally over, thank god, or whatever is up there. If it's just science shit, I thank the dust that roams the eternally dark and expanding universe. All right, now I must say it, I hate Jacob Barker-Huelster. Nobody likes this sonofabitch. And I don't care if he sees this or not, because he probably won't, and if he does--fuck you. Example, today, the last minute of class was upon us, and Chad was commenting on it, saying it would be "the longest minute of your life." "No it won't." Suddenly came out of nowhere from behind us. What was it? Was it a bird? no. Was it Benjamin Franklin? Fuck no, it was that arrogant asshole. Just the fact that he said something like that, just made me want to turn around and punch him right in the fucking face. Or at least respond by saying, "And who the fuck was talking to you?" That would've felt good, but no, I didn't do it. Too fucking bad. Oh well, school's over and I don't have to see that mo fo again, and I can now do absolutely nothing and have no stress. As opposed to during school where I did do nothing but still had all the stress. Ahhh, now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have some Papa Murphy's pizza, relax, and watch Black Hawk Down in beautiful Dolby digital 5.1 channel surround sound. So, until next school year (or if I see anyone this summer), have a good summer and hopefully this senior will go to school next year, eh. peace.

June 10 2002
Yeah, and the mother fucking pope is a god damn JEW! No, if you go to my site you'll see that I've been working on it everyday last week. DIE mother fucker, DIE mother fucker, STILL!! I watched Office Space yesterday and it made me feel like a fuckin' gangsta. It completely relates to how I feel about school, because I hate the son of a bitch, school that is. I fucking hate school, and all the fucking assholes who go to it, the "ign'ant" mother fuckers, not the rest. I can't wait till tomorrow is over, because I'm going to sit down, watch a movie, ride my bike and occasionally murder some people for the rest of the summer. And another thing, I failed my fucking driving test, again! Now i have to wait till July 2nd to take the stupid test again. I wish I could just take a sharp, red hot poker and stab it into someone's eye! Then take a heavy-ass hammer and smash their toes and clip their fingers off with a pair of some hedge clippers. That's how I fucking feel about those shit-faced driver people, they can suck my dick. Reason for not ranting in awhile? I haven't had anything to rant about--but now I do, again. I hate the shit that comes out of hollywood that makes it into the theaters, example: Scooby Doo--why in the name of all that is holy is this movie being made?! Because people think that this is what's supposed to used for movie-making, just by looking at the trailers for this pile of excrement, I could say that I could shit a better movie than this P.O.S.!!

I haven't been able to get job, so that sucks more than a priest alone with a little boy. And my life is going down the shitter, I really want to end my life right now, I really don't understand why I'm here and sometimes extremely depressed. This isn't good considering my brother is the same way, or rather, recovering from depression. And my parents are going to leave us to take care of the house for two weeks, leaving us the cars, money, and...other shit. If I had a life and/or friends, I'd invite them over to "party", but nope, don't have any of those. So, I'm probably going to just walk around the house in my boxers and fart and burp all over the place, wake up at noon and not take showers for a couple of days. Yeah, this summer better be good. But I guess I have to make it better, *SIGH*, I just want this school shit to end. I can't even fathom the idea of doing anything next school year, i pity the fool who becomes a freshman next year, your life will be shit and I'll make it so next year. Get ready to be shit on all you little kids, I'll punch you from here to next fucking year, biyatch. there, how's that for a fucking rant. peace.

June 4 2002
just wanted to say that ghetto boys are the phatest group out heya, south central represent! Go here

June 3 2002
Heyo, You know who I hate and will be the subject of my rant today? Well, his name starts with a--let's just call him "Joe." Now this "Joe" is, quite frankly, the dumbest mother fucker in this place, this place is school, this school will named unnamed, or "Middle" High School. Now, this asshole is just one biiiig hypocrite, and, again, the dumbest asshole ever. He'll laugh at his own fucking jokes when nobody else is laughing, he thinks he's better than everyone one else in the entire fucking school, and that pisses me off, especially when he talks, because he talks--well, let me just put it this way, He talks like a duck with a squeaky voice and a clothes clip on his nose. Nobody likes him, except for his friends who nobody else likes either (behind their back you see). My mom used to work his father and she met him once, and even she thought he was pretty obnoxious and arrogant, and I must agree, because this mother fucker is one asshole. I'd like to pick a fight with this fucker, cause I'd kick his ass, he'd be left on the floor sucking on his own teet and praying to the gods above for help, but he wouldn't get any, because even God doesn't like this spawn of satan. He comes from the butthole of the devil, and was pooped out thousands and thousands of years ago, and he's been a living shit-plague on this earth for that time. I don't know if anyone knows who I'm talking about, but I think they do know, cause they hate him too.

Well, aside from that rant about that pig-fucker of a person, life is okay. I might get a job eh, at the state fairgrounds, or at a concrete company making fake rocks, or at a deli, and I'm going to take my driver's test (again) this Thursday--so I hope I pass it eh. Yeah, I hate school, school sucks and Ms. Mackbee can suck my dick.

June 1 2002
You know, I want to be a baller, a shotcaller, I wanna get laid tonight, have 20-inch blades on my impala, that'd be the mutha fuckin' life yo. If you got the ebola virus, then you won't be a balla, you'd be dead, and suckin' your owns dick, in heaven, and that wouldn't be tight, that'd be whack. I guess I really don't a have a rant today, just that, today is hot, I'm sweating and eating left over Perkins dinner, and it's all limpy from the microwave and shit, and it sucks. But this weather means only one thing, summer is now, not "just around the corner", no, it's now and I want to get the fuuuuck outta school, eh. To anyone who reads this, go and see Insomnia, it's a tight movie. Who reads this page, anyone? Cause if nobody does, I can just go out on a cursing rant, no one would care eh. These goddamn cocksuckers with their boomboxes, punching their fists into concrete, FUCK, shit, asshole, bitch! I was hungrier than a motherfucker! Dipshit ass bong smoker, take that shit outside, cause it's starting to smell a bit too funky in here, crack a goddamn window!! Why don't you take a fucking rock and shove it up your ass and makes some pebbles so you can shove them into your fucking eyes, dumbshit! Yeah, that felt good, sorry for the profane words, but nobody will read this anyway, so I'll say fuck you to the imaginary people here, shit yeah.

May 29 2002
This shit is OVER!! Face the disrespect mutha fucka! I hate it when you wake in the mother fucking morning, and you smell like SHIT, your hair is sticky and greasy, your armpits reek of lack of showering for 4 days, and going. Turn off the goddamn light, I'm trying to sleep, and they open the door, fuckin' dog gets up on my bed, and damn, she's taking up all the space, I fall off the goddamn bed. Honey Nut Cheerios in the morning, gives me bad breath, then have to take the dog outside, she's tired, just woke up, how come I couldn't have gone to sleep? What up my nigga? Dawg, you see that chick today? Daaaaamn, she got a fat ass, I'd like to tap it, BWADAA, damn. Have you ever punched walls with your bare fists? Well, don't, it hurts like a mug. Where's the weed, cause I really want some. Fuck the police, those punk mother fuckers. Harry Potter can suck it, cause he's one mother fucking demon, all those little bitches, waving those wands and on their brooms, they'll kill us all. Shi-yeeaat! They want to take over the whole goddamn world, they've got the stash though, so they better give me those mother fuckers. I hate finals week, cuz I be not ready and shit, I just wanna get the fuck outta heya, and shit, y'know, fuck, dey assept us to emember all the shit they told us at the beginning of da school, shit, I say fuck THAT!

.....And, I need a job, so if anyone knows of job opportunities out there, let me know eh. peace.

May 25 2002
Okay, so like I was watching a movie yesterday, and like, someone's phone went off. It was really whack because she was like, talking during the movie and all, and then it happened again....this really pisses the CRAP out of me. If those people would stop like putting their cells on in the theaters it wouldn't be so bad and all, I can understand when like the cell phone goes off, but gosh darnit, don't answer it! I mean geez, how rude is that? For sure.

That's for all you foul mother fuckers, BI-YATCH! Happy memorial day, brats, burgers, ladies in bikinis and the unofficial start of the summer. Go see Insomnia, probably the best movie I've seen this year, along with Panic Room, Death to Smoochy and Hart's War. See it, it's really good, and don't see that shit Spirit movie, it looks like a pile of shit, so don't see it, or you'll be an asshole nazi....not really, but don't see it.

May 23 2002
Woo-ha! Got you all in CHECK! That kid'sa fuckin' assshole!! Sonof a bitch!!!!!!!! bIG FAT GLASSES helps him see better, fucking butthole.! i just want to punch the motherfucker in the face! I can play guitar, wooooo, ahh, I could care! BOOM AND POUND, I SHUT 'EM DOWN!!!!! You Know who i'm talkikn about in 6th hour yo, that pompus ass fucker! Yeah, nobody likes that cockmonkey! I'd like to take a shovel and smash it into his FACE! no, really, gimme some weed.

May 23 2002
It's time to get me a splif, cause I feel like disturbing my lungs and my body. If it helps I'll do it. Get me some vodka and sip on it all night long. My uncles and cousins all do it, smoke, drink, they burp and they kill themselves, and I want to be like that. Old and smokey, a gray, rough beard hanging down below my large, scarred face. Buying cars and smoking all the time. Gimme a beer, 'cause I feel like shit, I don't give a fuck, hand me a Lienie's. That goddamn dog is larger than me, went after my arm and almost chewed it off, that sonofabitch. All those mother fuckers should die, they don't deserve to live on this earth, because they're satan's spawn and are freaks of life. This rant is what school does to me, I have to get outta here, I literally can't stand it anymore, it has to stop. Sorry for being so depressing, my outlook on life isn't that great, I always wear a frown and never smile--is what my parents tell me. They say I scare kids when I walk past them, whoop-de-shit, like I could give a FUCK! I need a job, I need a girl, I need a lot of things, and hopefully my life will be getting better soon, because now, it sucks beyond how anyone can imagine. If this is too depressing for this site Chad, I'm sorry, it is a bit scary and not in the "happy rant" category, but it's a rant nonetheless, mostly about how much my life sucks right now....as anyone with a brain could tell.

May 21 2002
So, it's been about a month now since I first posted my rant, and I've come a long way, not really. But the rants have changed into more than just a word machine with turrets, spitting out random words and sentences that don't make any sense at all. Hopefully it has changed into something more, becuase of how much I've been hating the world and school. I'm sick of it all, goddamn cocksuckers that pass those other fucking drivers! I hate them all. But what calms me down? TCQ, A Tribe Called Quest, with their rhythmic jazzy beats and creamy lyrics that slide as easy as a Sunny Sunday afternoon--sorry. I'm pissed, why? Because this bitch failed me at my driver's test. Why doesn't anyone else rant on this fucking site? I mean, I don't have that much of a social life, but I find time to put up a rant now and again. BUt then there are other people who have their own names on this site, their own space, and only post when Chad makes fun of them behind their backs because they haven't in a long time. Oh well, I guess that shows how much time I have on my hands.

May 16 2002
I don't mean to go out on a rant here, or just make a long paragraph that's filled with anger and frustration...but I will, because that's how life is right now, I'm angry and I'm frustrated. Have you ever felt that the day you're living in now seems to be another day, say it feels like a Friday, or a Monday, but in reality it's really a Tuesday? Well, that's how this entire week has seemed to me, Monday morning I woke up and it felt like a Friday, Tuesday I woke up, and it felt like a Friday again. Every single day has seemed to be the last day of the week, and I've found myself in some kind of "Groundhog Day-ish" type of world. I can't remember what happened on Monday, or even yesterday, this entire week has all sort of faded and blurred into a series of memories, most of which are dreams because I sleep through half of my classes all day. I can't wait, I literally cannot wait for school to be over, it's become a hassle now, I haven't done hardly any homework for the past couple of weeks, and somehow my GPA is at an all time high for me, 3.0 exactly. That's good for me, considering my brother (who went to central and graduated in 2000) had 4 Ds in his junior year. Summer is the time that everyone needs to relax, and to do nothing, except make money (but to your own accord). I sometimes wish life was like jazz, relaxing, but at the same time very daring and adventurous. Jazz is the epitome of life, for me at least, because when I listen to it it calms me down, it makes me go to sleep or makes the minutes pass by with meaning, it makes me look at life and nature, and whenever I think of jazz, I think of the warm sun hugging my face, and the soft windy breeze cooling me down. This isn't really a rant so much as an entry, but here, I have to say this, if anyone now who isn't sick of school already, then they must have some problems. I just can't stand it right now, taking the same path down the hallways, trying to get around all of those annoying freshmen who take up half of the hallway, I sometimes just want to yell at them to get the fuck out of the way, and barge through them like a polar bear, and then rip them to shreds with my claws and sharp teeth...well maybe not the latter, but the former I would definately like to do. At the end of sophomore year, for me, was when I really began to become sick of school, which is kind of sad, but I don't care. This year sucked, it was probably my worst year yet at Central, freshman year was okay, sophomore year was a little bit better, but junior year was, to be blunt, fubar. I just hope that my senior year will be the best out of all of them, because I won't be there half the time, yay. I hope this rant/outlook on different aspects of life hasn't brought anyone down, or rather made them depressed. Hopefully this isn't too long eh, my last couple of rants have been really long, but they're good, so read 'em. Hey, found out some good news eh, while my parents were at our land in Wisconsin, where we plan to build our summer cabin sometime, my mom was searching through the huge field we own and guess what she found? A patch of marijuana. "Is this what I think it is?" She asked my dad, who looked at it and replied "Yup." I just hope they didn't throw it in the river, it would be tight to camp out at our plot of land, and make our own joints and have the whole fam-dam-ly get stoned, heh, heh, that'd be funny, although I doubt it would ever happen, but it'd be funny anyways.

May 14 2002....some hours later
So, I went out to get my Star Wars tickets, because I knew that if I didn't get 'em now, I probably wouldn't get 'em this weekend. Anyways, I was driving with my dad when we went inside the empty, cold theater. Standing there, giving people their tickets were one: ugly fat girl with a mouth like a llama (including the teeth), and the other: old, old Russian man with no control over his arms and hands, trying to understand my dad asking him what shows were available. This scene was pretty pathetic, the nasty girl employee standing next to me immediately said to us in an annoying screech, "The twelve 'o one show is sold out!" And I said to myself, "Good, cause I wasn't going to be a nerd and go to the goddamn midnight show, shit!" Yeah, I wish I could've said that, but no, I didn't. So we got out tickets and we were on our way outside, when... what, what's that I hear? Yes, I think it is! It's the theme to Star Wars! I turned my head and say the most dreadful thing on the planet, and one of the reasons my rant below is so true....star wars geeks were camped, and I mean literally camped, the tents and whole sheebabble, outside the theater waiting for Attack of the Clones to open. And there was one thing I thought of when I saw this, besides laughing like hell out loud with my dad, I knew I had to drive past them and do something obscene, moon them or laugh at them or something, these were star wars geeks. This type of opportunity only comes around..well, this time and one more. This was my one chance to do this. So I got back in the car and started to drive past them, my dad told me not to do anything, just "watch the road", hell no, I had to do this! If I didn't, then I'd regret not laughing and pointing at these star wars geeks. I drove past them and started to honk the horn and yell at them, I looked over at them and saw those freaks--geeks, sorry pop their fat heads up at me, "Huh?" was the only expression I could give to what their faces looked like. Damn I had a good laugh as I drove out of the parking lot. Here's the bad part, as I thought about it more I remembered their faces, they were just normal people, why the hell did I just laugh at them like that? Damn my conscience! Why oh why must I have a conscience?!!! I felt sorry for them, and that pissed me off, I can never enjoy certain things in life like mocking a star wars geek, becuase I know that it's wrong, and that--no matter what anyone tells you--sucks. Because you can't do some things that are fun, because after you always are saying to yourself "Oh why did I do that? It wasn't right." I can only do something really wrong and mean to someone if I'm tired or drunk, and since I've only gotten drunk off of sparkling champagne at last year's New Years Eve I can say it's only when I get tired. But lately I've been throwing out the conscience when I didn't need it, it sounds stupid yes, but I need to get rid of my conscience sometimes, because it bothers me all the time, I hate it. Alls I need is an air horn, think of the possibilites! :)

But hey, if anyone wants to make fun of the dumb geeks before it's too late, they're camped out at Showplace 16 theaters in Inver Grove Heights. Take 35 to 110 to E55 St., you can't miss it! They even have posters of the "grand clone army" up above their tents and are playing the star wars music non-stop, so I don't think you can miss them.

May 14 2002
Okay, another rant about movies here. Star Wars. It comes out this Thursday and every geek in the world is holding their lightsabers and waiting in anticipation on seeing that enormous yellow text fly over their heads and watching the next chapter in an epic saga. BULLSHIT! Now I like Star Wars and all, I've seen all of the movies, I own them on VHS and The Phantom Menace on DVD, but I truly can't understand these freaks who fantasize about Natalie Portman--well, I can understand that, but how they are over-obsessive about the whole series. These people have NO LIFE, they go into the theaters wearing their "vintage" Star Wars t-shirts that rip and tear at the seams becuase they've gained fifty pounds since they last wore it. Oh my Darth, I can't wait to see Attack of the Clones! It'll be a new motion picture experience!--Yeah, but it sucks major that Darth Maul died!

*SIGH* This kind of talk makes me sick and embarrassed to live in America. When I see these nerds fighting with their plastic "lightsabers" which are just flashlights with plastic swords over it. Now, I know some of you know my obsession with TRON--no, it's not that much of an obsession, at least not compared to these freaks. I just read a review from someone who saw it and he says that the acting is just plain bad, well let me say this, if Lucas wants us to see this movie then I'm not going just to see the CG in it nor the bad acting. This movie better be beyond my wildest expectations, because these Lucasfilm people who made this movie are so arrogant. Lucas is saying he's not making the movie for the fans, good. If he made it for the fans and actually listened to what he said, there'd be a nude scene with Natalie Portman and she's be in scantily clad clothing throughout the entire movie--which is NOT bad at all----wait, what the hell am I saying? Hell yeah I'd love it if Natalie Portman was naked in the movie, now that would be beyond my wildest expectations......uh.......excuse me while I have to go.....it's my special time to myself now