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| 05:31pm 29/08/2004 |
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mood: creative music: modest mouse-- these walls are paper thin
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well now that my laptop is fixed, with the added bonus of wireless internet, i have decided to perform a sort of experiment. i will begin to create an RPG using this RPG Maker 2000 that all those kiddies seem to like so much.
every day, i will work on it for one hour, and express how i feel on that day somehow within the rpg world. the end result will, no doubt, be very interesting, jeh?
when im done i shall let you people know, and you can contact me about perhaps playtesting it for kicks at the gmail adress i posted.
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| 07:55pm 27/08/2004 |
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i have...gmail, now. thanks to one, dfxm.
sihyang@gmail.com
feel free to send me any wacky shit you feel like...sending me. |
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| 09:28pm 09/08/2004 |
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my mum and dad are fighting. mum is crying.
UPDATE COME LATER!!! |
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| 10:00pm 27/06/2004 |
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i am bored, and it is night-time.
i am speaking to my ex-girlfriends crush. she has a boyfriend. he is not her crush.
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| 07:15pm 27/06/2004 |
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music: 'TOO MUCH PAIN' The Blue Hearts 2002 Tribute
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i am going to move to japan.
im serious about this, folks. no one ever believes me when i say that after i graduate from college (heh, if i GO to college) i am going to pick up and start a new life in japan.
everyone thinks i am just dreaming. i AM dreaming, but i feel that i have the proper motivation to achieve my dream.
i have come up with a theory. the theory is thus: humans CANNOT exist without dreaming or yearning for something that is out of reach.
it is just...in our nature. we naturally want what seems out of reach or impossible. we find it neigh impossible to defy our nature, our very existence.
it...isnt fully formed yet. just give me time, it will develope.
i mean hey, im just a bored kid (am i a kid anymore? who knows) suffering from lack of sleep and extreme boredom.
so anywho, i have come up with...something. it isnt a theory, really. just an observation. it is about time travel.
it is thus: if time travel were possible, and we could travel to any moment in time down to the millisecond, then wouldnt there have to be millions of copies or clones or versions of ourselves, doing whatever we were doing at any given millisecond? what would happen, if say, we went back in time and invited every form of ourselves into our 'time machine' and travel backwards a millisecond, wouldnt there be another form of ourselves there?
so yeah, that isnt really formed yet either.
anywho.
i need a change of wardrobe. see, my theory is thus: i have always hung out witht he conventional American 'punk' clique in school. what with the dark clothes and the not-really-punk music that they call punk and such, but i have always been a bit of an unnatractive fellow. i have a bit of an acne problem on my forehead, luckily mostly hidden by my almost shoulder-length hair, and the braces certainly dont help. so here is my plan: over the summer, i am going to seek medical guidance about the acne, get the braces off (finally!) and i ahve already started changing my appearence. i have gotten my ear pierced, begun buying more colorful clothes instead of just black and grey t-shirts with jackass or smartass sayings on them, and i have purchased the most OMFGAWESOME hat.
so yeah.
i really need a blue hearts CD. but damn, i hate being broke.
i cant find any for download anywhere, and my CD-burner is broken anyway.
i have the blue hearts 2002 tribute as an MP3, but it is all one file and doesnt work correctly with any burners or anything i have tried.
today we took my old, broken as hell toshiba laptop to CompUSA to get i fixed. it already has cost me 140 dollars, and they havent even fixed anything yet. SHIT.
for 450 dollars i could get a computer like 200mHz FASTER. AGH.
but anyway, once we get my laptop fixed, i get to have wireless interet installed on it, so expect longer, much more frequent journal entries. and the occasional book/story.
no one reads this journal, so i wonder why i bother to update it?
in chicago i was bought a crapload of CDs. only a few of which are good. and DAMN, i really dont like it when bands get all wrapped up in politics and shit. for example, my mum, after hearing me speak of 'punk-rock' muchly, under the false assumption that anything the store labeled 'punk' was REALLY 'punk-rock', bought me NOFX's 'War On Errorism'.
bah.
oh well.
i finally found 'pauls boutique' in a Tower Records tucked away in Chicago's underbelly, tucked inbetween a coffee-shop (i think) and some other huge store. you know, the kind that...sells things.
things that people...buy.
anyone reading this feel free to reccomend me good music. i need good music.
ME HAVE LACK OF GOOD MUSIC!
it saddens my heart.
today i was disgusted by my dogs butt. but not because of anything conventional, like crap or anything. no, i was disgusted by the way it warps and stretches when he wags his tail WITH FIERCENESS.
i dont quite know...why, exactly. it just disgusted me.
well, im going to go make tony hawk my bitch.
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| 06:26pm 15/06/2004 |
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mood:  drunk music: 'johnny ryall' beastie boys
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today i went to my psychiatrist.
i hate her already, and i have only been there once.
she kept asking me questions, then giving me and odd look when i answered truthfully.
i want to DO something. im in a putzing-around mood. problem is, no one else seems to be.
today i have discovered something that i need to experiment with further. it seems that if i dont drink at least one caffeinated beverage a day, i feel like shit.
GODDAMMIT.
you go buy pauls boutique. NOW FUCKER.
it do kick ass. it do kick much ass.
IT HAS THE KICK-ASSERY THING!
hoo-hoo.
im not done with you yet, goddammit. aw HELL. i have to go for now.
so anyway, i dont know what i was about to say. damn you, parents. damn you to HELL. FREEZING, GERMAN WHORE BURNING HELL!
i am considering becoming a vegetarian. quite seriously, actually. meat just...sort of disgusts me. it is just lumps of muscle and blood and such peeled off of some cow or another and cooked on a greasy grill.
ugh.
i am having trouble focusing today. in case you havent noticed yet.
the other day, i saw this japanese girl looking confusidly at a rack of men's magazines (ahem) at my local rundown corner bookstore. i walked over and asked if she needed help, and she sort of gasped, and her hands flew up into the air like an old man on the recieving end of a bullet.
she stuttered out " I NO UNDERSTAND ENGYLISH!"
i didnt quite believe her. i asked again, in english, wether she needed help. she sighed, and said "I cant read engylish well much." i am not kidding about this. she pointed to the cover of one of the magazines, asking "what this say?" it said something along the lines of 'hot nude models' in big letters on the cover.
i said "that says, 'hot nude models'." she looked at me as if she had just been smacked in the face with a frying pan, and reached out and GRABBED THE MAGAZINE. she opened it up to a two-page spread of a red-head in lacy, almost completely transparent lingerie. she pointed at the magazine and said "FUNNY! I WANT BUY!" I was rather shocked at this, and i just sort of stood there looking shocked. she stared at me for a while, then i pointed to the cash-register being operated by a stout old man in black slacks and a white undershirt. she walked over and tried to buy the magazine. the man gave her an odd look, but she just grinned at him and payed him in exact change.
as she walked out, she winked at me and waved.
that was...one of the weirdest experiences of my life.
if anyone reading this has a laptop for sale, let me know. my old one has passed away.
so anyway, today i bought the new aerosmith cd, 'honkin on bobo' its...interesting, to say the least. it is blues, but done by aerosmith. i have been listenignt o it nearly all day.
i also bought led zeppeling iv. again. i now have two of that particular album. its THAT GOOD HELL YES.
i might update later, but bye for now kiddies.
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| 03:03pm 12/06/2004 |
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| 05:02pm 11/06/2004 |
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today was the last day of school.
but, you see, i just realized, i dont fucking CARE. i mean, yeah, ill be able to get some work done on my novel over the summer, but other than that it doesnt really affect me that much.
i guess im just weird, or something.
so yeah, today was..interesting, i got out of school at 1030 (oh yeah bitches) and went to this really dark, smokey restaraunt called mr.b's.
a shitload of my friends/people i just fucking know were there. we had much fun, with the shooting of crappy 2D deer and the consumption of pizza. really SHITTY pizza. that made it even more fun.
anywho, yesterday i TOTALLY FUCKING BOUGHT that reel big fish cd. see, when i say im going to do something, i GODDAMN do it.
i am really not-fucking-happy with winmx right now. its being a bitch. a slow as HELL bitch that gives you AIDs and charges way too much.
im gonna go for a walk soon. ill probably pop into the local ghetto-style rundown corner store. the owner like, fucking KNOWS me, and i get discounts. fuck yeah. i can buy a fucking box of like, 16 pop tarts for like, fifty cents.
the owner never SAYS he is giving me a discount, but he always does, like, i can see him taking off 25% or some shit. on his little keypad thing.
he is a cool guy, goes by the name of George. hate the name, like the guy. hes like, 45, balding, and he is always bent over and smiling like he is high on something all the time. i think hes like, british or some other european country in descent.
get ready to fire up your copyright-infrinin software, boys. because if you dont download this fucking song right now im going to rip your balls off. so anyway, the song is skatanic. by reel big fish. yes, im like obsessed with reel big fish.
so anywho.
i wrote a story today, ill post it in a second. its pretty shitty, but whatever.
my outlook on life has changed. i used to be a depressive little schizophrenic bastard. now im just a schizoprenic bastard. thats better, right? oh well.
this changing of outlooks happend suddenly. it happend yesterday, or last night in particular. i had just arrived home from the book store, and taken a warm shower to soothe my aching limbs, and i was sitting in bed listening to my newly-acquired cd and thinking about working on my novel.i ended up neglecting my novel-writing, but thats not the point. anywho, i think i dropped off for a few minutes, because i had something akin to a dream, only it was like i was seeing the future. that sounded extremely corny, but screw corniness, im serious here. serious as a knife through the left eye socket. anyway, in this 'dream' i saw myself, in japan, wearing kick-ass punk-rock clothing and such, and i had a computer with me. i was writing. i was on a train, writing something on a toshiba laptop. there was a japanese scoolgirl wearing a plaid skirt sitting across the train from me, who was looking at me both as if she were frightened and fascinated. eventually she said " what are you writing?" I am guessing in japanese, which i dont speak, because i didnt undertsand it, yet i KNEW what she was saying. this is a situation i am sure would never happen, but it inspired me just the same.
of course, maybe i had just read too much of tim roger's blog before bed. oh well.
i think i might go shoot some grandmothers and run over some chinese gay people in grand theft auto. |
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| 07:55pm 09/06/2004 |
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oi, this here is the first entry in my new journal. my old one is a secret, if you find it, you get a cookie. or a scratched up CD. depends on my mood. so yeah, im sick of people telling me 'like, you should SO get in on this livejournal thing' so i made one. in your fat faces, bitches. go eat some subway, fatasses.
today i downloaded me some Reel Big Fish, and I totally realized something. i think i might like, actually buy the CD. i havent actually bought a cd at full price in like, fucking years now. what with this whole 'internet' thing going on. see, you can tell when i like a band when i buy the cd man.
thats like, the highest honour. only a few bands have ever had their CDs purchased by yours truly, green day, the blue hearts, the high-lows, and...uh..that ramones greatest hits thing. yeah, that was it.
oh dammit, i just remembered that my cd player is busted to hell. shit, man. im never letting my brother borrow my cd player again.
yeah, so im really bored and its FUCKING hot in here.
i tell you now, kiddies, that is NOT a good combination. especially after a day of exam-taking and sweating and being music-less.
can someone explain to me how this whole like, customizing your livejournal thing works? my girlfriend did it for me last time (having a girlfriend thats into like technology and not a completely ugly whore>your sorry ass) but now i like..dont have a girlfriend and i cant figure it out for shit.
this is like, that stretch of time when school is ending in like, three days, but the end seems to be running away from you. like, the days seem to be getting longer, even thought they are FUCKING HALF DAYS HOLY SHIT.
tim rogers, if youre reading this..well, i dont know. you kick royal, gold-plated, punk-rock-listening ass.
now get the hell out of here, kiddies.
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