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[Apr. 23rd, 2008|02:59 am] |
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Irishman Being Beaten To Death In The Bushes Of Connemara Park By A French Mime Wearing Gold Rhinestones 1/2 oz. Whiskey, Irish (Bushmill's) 1 oz. Irish Cream (Carolan's) 1 oz. Goldschläger 1 oz. Grand Marnier
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| Kevinology :O |
[Apr. 21st, 2008|02:26 am] |
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| | McVaffe - Okami Celestial Winds from the East OC ReMix | ] |
TECHNOLOGY
Q. What is your wallpaper on your computer? http://starmen.net/forum/?t=getfile&id=44308
Q. How many televisions you have in your house? CBC ; _ ;
BIOLOGY
Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed? Right
Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body? Glass, nails and lots o' splinters
Q. What is the last heavy item you lifted? Myself and three other people lifted part of a tree that was blocking the road
Q. Have you ever been knocked out? As far as I know I passed out shortly after I broke my arm when I was two, but that really dosen't count.
BULLSHITOLOGY
Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die? I don't want to see it comming, I don't want to smell it, taste it or know about it, I want to be surprized.
Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to? BELMONT! *plays the frts few cords of Vampire killer* No but honestly that would rock.
Q. What color do you think looks best on you? Black, forest green and probably earth tones.
Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item? toothpicks, marbles (when I was a kid) and other such objects
DAREOLOGY
Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100? I'm afraid not
Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000? Possibly, depends on what hand
Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000? Lmao, you mean slightly less then I do now, for that much?
Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000? Never
Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000? Without question
Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000? Certainly, but that all depends on the 'who' question
DUMBOLOGY
Q: What is in your left pocket? lint. :O
Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie? I thought it was dumb and didn't like it at all.
Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house? A little bit of both
Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower? Stand
Q: How many pairs of flip flops do you own? None
LASTOLOGY
Q: Last person who texted you? I technicly don't own a cellphone. :O
Q: Last person who called you? One of my friends in town
Q: Person you hugged? Can't remember.
CURRENTOLOGY
Q: Missing someone? No, but I've been having the 'I left the stove on and went to town' feeling, all day
Q: Mood? Meh, kinda between content and depressed
Q: Listening to? buch of tunes from http://dod.vgmix.com/
Q: Watching? English dub of Haruhi
Q: Worrying about? Money, always and forever money
Q: Wearing? lounge pants and t shirt
RANDOMOLOGY
Q: First place you went this morning? Walking (between here and the next town over)
Q: What can you not wait to do? Get a cashflow again, Go back to school in the fall, Go camping in the sping/summer again
Q: Do you smile often? I really should more ; _ ;
Q: Are you a friendly person? I would hope that I am, but sadly I seem to exert this aura of unplesentness
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[Apr. 8th, 2008|03:19 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | The Swamp | ] |
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1. I’ve come to realize that my BEST friends: It's been nearly a year now since i've had one, so it's a little hard to remember 2. I’ve come to realize that when I am alone: Time passes more quickly 3. I’ve come to realize that when I love someone: I don't know what to do and I'm terribly conflicted 4. I’ve come to realize that I need: Less time on my hands 5. I’ve come to realize that I’ve lost: What feels like years that I feel could have been spend doing something better, somehow 6. I’ve come to realize that I hate it when: When I try to connect with someone, but they either are; a. insincere b. too busy c. Didn't really care to begin with 8. I’ve come to realize that money: Almost always better if you don't have lots at any one given time 9. I’ve come to realize that people: Are annoying and stupid, save the few good ones out there 10. I’ve come to realize that I’ll always be: the one my friends come to for advice, but no one is ever around when I need it. 11. I’ve come to realize that I have a crush on: Warm fuzzies yes, crush no 12. I’ve come to realize that the last time I cried : Was in January 14. I’ve come to realize that when I woke up this morning: around noon 15. I’ve come to realize that before I go to sleep at night: That more oftain then not, I have this empty feeling 16. I’ve come to realize that right now I am thinking about: How simply depleted I feel 17. I’ve come to realize that babies: are something I may be interisted in, but are lightyears away if ever 18. I’ve come to realize that when I get on Myspace: That It feels all pastic'y to the point where it gets under my skin 19. I’ve come to realize that today: Will be probably very much like yesterday 20. I’ve come to realize that I really want: Is to just be happy |
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[Feb. 16th, 2008|04:55 am] |
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Yay, it's 5 am. >.>
How many songs total: 5797 How many days/hours of music: Approximately Almost 13 and ahalf days Most recently played: Zyko - At First Innocence Most played: 8Bit Instrumental - Cara de Pau Most recently added: Black Mountian - Bright Lights Sort by song title. First song: Nobou Uemtasu - The Loser Last song: ZZ Top - Sharp Dressed Man Sort by time. Shortest song: Mother 2 - Soundstone - 0:06 Longest song: Nobou Uemtasu - The Dream Oath Opera - 26:47 Search the following and state how many songs come up: Death - 28 Life - 60 Love - 102 Hate - 13 You - 233 Sex - 15 Most represented artist: Nobou Uemtasu - Hundreds :o |
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| Bored |
[Jan. 13th, 2008|03:41 am] |
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Wow, it's been years...that's probably a good thing through. >.>
Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random. Step 2: Post the first line(s)* from the first 30 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song. Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from. Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly (No lyric hunting! That is cheating!) 1. Unemployment at a record high People coming, people going, people born to die 2. Your gentle voice I hear, your words they come inside me 3. Did they ever pay the ransom, on Brother Andre's heart? 4. Let it die and get out of my mind, and we don't see eye to eye. 5. When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire 6. She's not a girl who misses much 7. Kawari yuku kisetsu ga machinami somete yuku Aimaina jikan ga nagarete (Eureka Seven)
8. Everybody knows the dice is loaded, everybody rolls with their fingers crossed. Everybody knows - Leonard Cohen - neekabe 9. Slip inside the eye of your mind, don't you know you might find, a better place to play
10. The Birds they sing, at the break of day, start again, I heard them say 10. Leonard Cohen - Anthem - neekabe ( Ugh, my typo >.> You had it anywase.) 11. Four in the morning, the end of December i'm writing you now, to see if you're better 12. I never really feel quite, and I don't know why all I that's something's wrong 13. Helping the kids out of their coats, but wait the babies haven't been born oh oh oh 14. I told you about strawberry fields, you know the place where nothing is real
15. Time, time, time, see what's become of me, while I look around for my possibilities Hazy shade of winter- SImon and Garfunkle neekabe
16. Never seen a blue sky, yeah I can feel it reaching out and moving closer Yoko Kanno - Blue from Cowboy Bebop neekabe 17. Life is but a moment, a single grain of sand. 18. What will you do when you get lonely, and nobody's waiting by your side? 19. Remember that night... White sails in the moonlight, they walked it too... 20. Dream in your heart, I feel in asleep night, But there is only stars
21. Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly. 21. Blackbird - The Beatles (close enough :) ) neekabe
22. Well my friends are gone, and my hair is grey Tower of Song - Leonard Cohen neekabe 23. Alpine Valley, in the middle of the night, Six Strings Down, on the heaven-bound flight 24. Old pirates, yes, they rob I; sold I to the merchant ships,
25. They get up every morning from the alarm clock's warning take the 8:15 into the city Taking care of Buisness! Randy Bachman neekabe
26. Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again. 26. Sound of Silence- Simon and Garfunkle neekabe 27. This land today, shall draw its last breath, and take into its ancient depths 28. And it came to me then, that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time 29. Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace, Molly is the singer in a band 30. If there are looks that communicate better than words, people can all live on freely, not losing their way.
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[Sep. 15th, 2005|08:04 am] |
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| | Reuben Kee, Pixeitricks - To Far Away Times | ] | I started my new job at convergys on Sunday as Windows XP tech suport. I had a horrible day, when I came home I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing. Monday morning. I felt just as horrible as I did the day before, but by the end of the day I atleast felt somewhat better better. (My hours each week are Mon, thurs, and Fri 10am-7:30pm, Sat and Sun 1pm-7pm, I have Tues and Wed off.) After Yesterday evening, I felt worse and more depressed/stressed then I ever felt in a long time. I would generally enjoy being alone for extended peroids of time, but cercumstances would prove to be agentest me. I didn't get much sleep lat night, maybe 3 or 4 hours, at some ungodly hour, I came to the conclusion that I will do my best, and that is simply all I can do. and If my best isn't enought I really shouldn't be working there, only time will tell. I'll stick it out for the time being, because really, that's all I can do. There was one shining bit of light for me yesterday, I had neglected looking through any of vgmix.com in quite a while, I really wish I had.
http://www.vgmix.com/song_view.php?song_id=4849
I didn't really take time to look at or read the decriprion of the song or such. 23 seconds in... it felt like I ran into a wall, a good wall but a wall all the same. That voice, and that song did make me feel even the slightest better about this entire sorted ordeal. |
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| *Squeek* *Rawr* *cough* |
[May. 30th, 2005|12:54 pm] |
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| | Audioslave - Like A Stone | ] | *sigh* it's been so long since my last entry, I really don't care at this point. No work yet alas, I've been more or less sick, bitchy and down for the better part of 2 weeks now, which those who know me is is very "Un-Kevin-like" I guess it's the boredom that's finally getting to me. As it stands now, I can't stand this shit for much longer, I've decided that most likely I'm going back to school in the fall and doing the Welding course. I think i'll be updateing this more oftain now, don't ask me why. |
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[Sep. 30th, 2004|08:31 am] |
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| | moody | ] |
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| | Macbeth Baroque Ensemble | ] | I've been really irritated and moody lately, I don't know why. I guess it's just been one of those days, or it might be that i'm 90% sure that I have mono. >___< Allthematter anyhoo, just going to talk to Shawna and get some sleep. |
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| Geez... o_o It's been a while... |
[Aug. 10th, 2004|08:51 pm] |
Woah, I compleatly forgot about this thing :) It feels like my life has had a Planetary shift, a few times at least since some of my earlier enteries, I really miss some of my friends, Especially Ash ^^;; But I'm really happy for her, I'm greatiful for having somone like her to talk to over these past few months. |
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| I feel... |
[Feb. 28th, 2004|09:04 pm] |
Alot of things have bothered me recently, I don't know why. I'm more confused then depressed, over the grey, black and white days of my life, I no longer find solus in the company of friends, or the occasional online conversation with a friend. I am burdened with the things that I bring with me, deep emotional bagage, from my past, that I rather not talk about, not even my closest friends know about. I no longer find beauty in the winter night I spend walking.
I am here. I am always here. |
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| Why Am I Here? |
[Feb. 27th, 2004|10:16 am] |
There's a silence surrounding me I can't seem to think straight I'll sit in the corner No one can bother me I think I should speak now I can't seem to speak now My words won't come out right I feel like I'm drowning I'm feeling weak now But I can't show my weakness I sometimes wonder Where do we go from here
Why won't you talk to me You never talk to me What are you thinking What are you feeling Why won't you talk to me You never talk to me What are you thinking Where do we go from here |
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| I am always here |
[Feb. 25th, 2004|09:59 am] |
Friends and liars bereft of me Long and weary my road has been I put millions of miles Under my heels And still too close to you I feel |
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| The Revolution Will be Blogged |
[Feb. 20th, 2004|02:34 pm] |
You will not be able to stay home, brother. You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out. You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip, Skip out for beer during commercials, Because the revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox In 4 parts without commercial interruptions. The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary. The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia. The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal. The revolution will not get rid of the nubs. The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Willie May pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run, or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance. NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32 or report from 29 districts. The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay. There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay. There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process. There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving For just the proper occasion.
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction will no longer be so ****ed relevant, and women will not care if Dick finally gets down with Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day. The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news and no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose. The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth. The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be right back after a message bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people. You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl. The revolution will not go better with Coke. The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath. The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised. The revolution will be no re-run brothers; The revolution will be live. |
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| Good Bye |
[Feb. 13th, 2004|06:05 pm] |
This may be my last entery Everything in my life has gone to hell in the past few days. No one knows how I feel, I've gotten so good at hideing it, contrery to what Laura says. No one could possibly know how I feel, so I'll stop trying I'm not going to bother anymore, it's too much for me My short time on this Earth has been wasted by my arogants and stupidity. There is alot of things I do regret in life, for all the mistakes I made. Chico/Ash - Thank you for talking to me, even though it wasn't long, I really enjoyed talking to you, and you happy-go-luckey attitude. Never change from the person that you are, no matter what life throws at you. I'm sorry if I seemed an Idiot, maybe I was. I'm sorry to all the people I've let don't in my life, mostly my parents and friends, who tried so hard, but in the end I failed. I don't know what will happen tonight, to me, I just wanted to say this just incase anything dose. There is so much more I wanted to say, but things seem so narrow now. I will leave with an Haiku.
When on your way out Be sure to turn out the light Then shut the door tight |
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[Feb. 10th, 2004|02:50 pm] |
Today was so boreing, even more then usual, because, well, I usually skip :P This is my first full day in almost 2 weeks, it feels so weird x_x I hope to maybe go for a long walk again tonight for a few hours atleast, and maybe talk to some of my friends. God I'm so tired |
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[Feb. 7th, 2004|03:54 pm] |
Today was absolutlu boaring. All my friends are out of town, and I got no one to talk to :(. Might be going to the mall later, depending on how realilable/unlazy my friend is -_- Had a good talk with a friend on the comp last night, as crazy as she is, she's cool. |
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| Words, Lots of Words... |
[Feb. 5th, 2004|08:41 am] |
I was talking to one of my friends online yestreday, and she started asking me some really tough rhetorcial-type questions, which really got me thinking about my tiny corner in the grand scheam of things. And also made me recall a poem I read a long time ago.
LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question … Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— [They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”] My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin— [They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”] Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. For I have known them all already, known them all:— Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? And I have known the eyes already, known them all— The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume? And I have known the arms already, known them all— Arms that are braceleted and white and bare [But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!] It is perfume from a dress That makes me so digress? Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl. And should I then presume? And how should I begin? . . . . . Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?… I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. . . . . . And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep … tired … or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, 85 And in short, I was afraid. And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question, To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— If one, settling a pillow by her head, Should say: “That is not what I meant at all. That is not it, at all.” And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor— And this, and so much more?— It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: 105 Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say: “That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.” . . . . . No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
I felt compelled by this to do some writing, perhaps I will be finished tonight... |
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| Headach x_x |
[Feb. 4th, 2004|10:57 am] |
I went to school this morning, but only stayed for one first class because I have had a headach since last night. Skiped and walked back to my friend Philip's house, i'll mostly be here till 3 or so. I have to make supper, and most likely do dishes/laundry this evening, so no going out on the town for me. -_- If I get a chance I hope to talk to some opf my friends from away on the computer tonight, bvecause I was so board to tears last night with no one to talk to. :( |
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