Wednesday, November 21, 2007
The View from Death Valley
Before I leave the country, I plan on making a trip to Death Valley. Nothing but a car full of food and friends, and hours of lying on the ground looking up. Who's with me?
Monday, November 12, 2007
oh... my god.
We all wondered if it was true...
legends foretold of this day.
most wrote it off as a conspiracy! A pipe dream!
but they were wrong... and now they will cower before the mighty wonder of...
THE ELDER SCROLLS : MMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
legends foretold of this day.
most wrote it off as a conspiracy! A pipe dream!
but they were wrong... and now they will cower before the mighty wonder of...
THE ELDER SCROLLS : MMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, November 8, 2007
COMPETITION!!
I am currently in the middle of a white-knuckle thrill ride competition that would make Jason Statham cry like a child. That's right, a year-long novel contest between 3 friends. Don't forget to breathe.
The prize? 150 dollars. More than Jason Statham has...
The prompt? last man on earth.
The deadline? next MOTHERFUCKING YEAR!!!!!
So you, yes you, lucky blog reader, will hold witness to my novel as it grows from a series of ideas into a fully... full novel!
If you thought that was too much too handle, then... your a pansy who needs to go outside more.
The prize? 150 dollars. More than Jason Statham has...
The prompt? last man on earth.
The deadline? next MOTHERFUCKING YEAR!!!!!
So you, yes you, lucky blog reader, will hold witness to my novel as it grows from a series of ideas into a fully... full novel!
If you thought that was too much too handle, then... your a pansy who needs to go outside more.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Sinking Currency, Sinking Country
Slightly upsetting article. Glad I won't be here in a few years. Oh, what's that? Sweden's calling!
Zombies
Just another quick thought. After much deliberation, I wish there were zombies.
NOT RAGE VIRUS ZOMBIES, mind you. those fuckers run, thats not cool.
T-Virus zombies I welcome in open arms, because they severely depopulate the world, and at the same time easily allow me to become an action flick badass, provided I was prepared for the invasion.
Think about it. They are slow and stupid. With enough ammo and food, I could easily adapt to life with those things. They'd become like pests. Like roaches, I would evict them from my living space, and reap the benefits of an empty world.
Who wouldn't want that?
NOT RAGE VIRUS ZOMBIES, mind you. those fuckers run, thats not cool.
T-Virus zombies I welcome in open arms, because they severely depopulate the world, and at the same time easily allow me to become an action flick badass, provided I was prepared for the invasion.
Think about it. They are slow and stupid. With enough ammo and food, I could easily adapt to life with those things. They'd become like pests. Like roaches, I would evict them from my living space, and reap the benefits of an empty world.
Who wouldn't want that?
Personal Crap
There are a series of memories of mine that are fleeting, and every day, they drift further and further away.
In June of 2007, I went on a school-sponsored trip to England, Wales, Scotland and Ireland.
I could tell you about the places, the people, and how amazing it was, but that's for another time.
There were six students total, including me. Since we were such a small group, it's safe to say we grew very close. Some grew closer than others, as was the case with me and another certain someone. Names are irrelevant here.
I don't know if it was the atmosphere. I don't know if it was the stigma of where we were. I don't know what it was, but something happened between us. I felt like we were children, playing in this brand new world, together. I felt like it was just us, everyone else became a blur. I went to sleep thinking about her, and woke up to see her. And I could give a shit at how cliche this all sounds, attraction's like that, I guess.
I had no clue what I was doing. I flew headlong into this experience without a paddle. I didn't know how to talk to her, I didn't know how I was supposed to interact with her, what I was supposed to do. I still don't. But she didn't seem to care. She had loads more experience than me, and it showed. She was taller than me, older than me, the odds were stacked. All that aside, I think she saw something in me. And I was tripping over her, she was so amazing.
She was an angel. She was radiant and glowing. She was mesmerizing to me. I was being bombarded on all sides... I had the most beautiful views in the world outside the bus window, and I had the most beautiful girl in the world in the seat next to me.
But of course, there's a catch. There's always a catch. She was taken. Big surprise. I was too little, too late, as always. I tried to act like it didn't bother me, but it did. It obviously did.
We came back to the sober reality of life in the form of customs agents, cramped vans, and family members greeting us from afar. It was all repulsive, and felt like our dreamworld was being torn away from us. I retreated to the memories, and I still do, everyday. The memories never change, the memories never leave. They comfort me, and they hurt me. The nostalgia is killing me, but I don't care. Let it.
I still see her. I still talk to her. But whatever was there during the trip is gone. It's like I'm talking to anyone else. The wonder and beauty has dissipated.
I'd give anything to try again. To say what I wanted, to tell her how amazing she was. To steal her from her fucking boyfriend, by whatever means necessary. I'd kill to try it again, but it'll never happen. I'm back in this hell of a reality, with nothing left but the memories. The memories are all I have left. This world is forfeit in the face of these memories.
I love you. I don't care who reads this anymore. I dont care if he knows.
I'm not tall. I don't have a car. I can't sing. I can't dance. I'm not romantic, and I can't even muster up the courage to tell you how I feel in person. But goddammit I love you, and if this is the only way I can get around to say it, so be it.
Tomorrow's your birthday, and I wish I could make it perfect. But I can't. Ill plan something magnificent to give and say to you, but I'll only say "Hey... Happy Birthday." And you'll act like that's good enough, but you and I both know it's not.
I'm sorry... I'm sorry every day, for not doing everything right the first time.
In June of 2007, I went on a school-sponsored trip to England, Wales, Scotland and Ireland.
I could tell you about the places, the people, and how amazing it was, but that's for another time.
There were six students total, including me. Since we were such a small group, it's safe to say we grew very close. Some grew closer than others, as was the case with me and another certain someone. Names are irrelevant here.
I don't know if it was the atmosphere. I don't know if it was the stigma of where we were. I don't know what it was, but something happened between us. I felt like we were children, playing in this brand new world, together. I felt like it was just us, everyone else became a blur. I went to sleep thinking about her, and woke up to see her. And I could give a shit at how cliche this all sounds, attraction's like that, I guess.
I had no clue what I was doing. I flew headlong into this experience without a paddle. I didn't know how to talk to her, I didn't know how I was supposed to interact with her, what I was supposed to do. I still don't. But she didn't seem to care. She had loads more experience than me, and it showed. She was taller than me, older than me, the odds were stacked. All that aside, I think she saw something in me. And I was tripping over her, she was so amazing.
She was an angel. She was radiant and glowing. She was mesmerizing to me. I was being bombarded on all sides... I had the most beautiful views in the world outside the bus window, and I had the most beautiful girl in the world in the seat next to me.
But of course, there's a catch. There's always a catch. She was taken. Big surprise. I was too little, too late, as always. I tried to act like it didn't bother me, but it did. It obviously did.
We came back to the sober reality of life in the form of customs agents, cramped vans, and family members greeting us from afar. It was all repulsive, and felt like our dreamworld was being torn away from us. I retreated to the memories, and I still do, everyday. The memories never change, the memories never leave. They comfort me, and they hurt me. The nostalgia is killing me, but I don't care. Let it.
I still see her. I still talk to her. But whatever was there during the trip is gone. It's like I'm talking to anyone else. The wonder and beauty has dissipated.
I'd give anything to try again. To say what I wanted, to tell her how amazing she was. To steal her from her fucking boyfriend, by whatever means necessary. I'd kill to try it again, but it'll never happen. I'm back in this hell of a reality, with nothing left but the memories. The memories are all I have left. This world is forfeit in the face of these memories.
I love you. I don't care who reads this anymore. I dont care if he knows.
I'm not tall. I don't have a car. I can't sing. I can't dance. I'm not romantic, and I can't even muster up the courage to tell you how I feel in person. But goddammit I love you, and if this is the only way I can get around to say it, so be it.
Tomorrow's your birthday, and I wish I could make it perfect. But I can't. Ill plan something magnificent to give and say to you, but I'll only say "Hey... Happy Birthday." And you'll act like that's good enough, but you and I both know it's not.
I'm sorry... I'm sorry every day, for not doing everything right the first time.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Why I'm Communist
A lot of people ask me why I'm Communist. Besides the fact that I believe it is an efficient way to run a country, there's another reason.
Every time I hear someone in America say that they are a patriot, my blood boils and my fists clench. Not one person in America, not one, is a patriot. You know why?
A patriot is someone devoted to their country. Devoted in the sense that they are willing to give something for their country, willing to sacrifice.
There are none, or almost none, in America willing to give to their country. And we wonder why we are trillions of dollars in debt. If we'd give up half of our luxuries, on both sides of the coin, government and citizen, we'd be in a surplus right now. All we want to do is take, take, and take from this country. We want this and that, and wonder why our financial state is what it is right now. But Hollywood is well-fed and rested, right? Why worry? The debt won't matter to YOU, just let the next generation, MY generation, try and pick up the pieces.
The people of Communist Russia understood with every beat of their hearts what sacrifice for their country meant. The value of life itself dwarfed the love and pride they had for their country. They went without food and housing to fund the military, so that they could protect themselves from Nazi Germany. If Nazis invaded us today, I guarantee you most of us would whine and complain if the government cut lights off, God forbid we lose a luxury to help fight the enemy.
The people of Communist Russia were also some of the first to really show equal rights. They didn't care if you were a man or woman, you were all children of the country. And men and women alike both died for Russia, in the same positions.
That's why I'm Communist, because Communism embodies real brotherhood, real sacrifice, and real change. Communism is the most genuine and honest political system. You give to your country, and you get back.
I hope McCarthy is happy for making 3 generations ignorant and intolerant of the best political system around, and I hope he's happy for demonizing something as harmless as Communism. The real danger is Capitalism, America.
Every time I hear someone in America say that they are a patriot, my blood boils and my fists clench. Not one person in America, not one, is a patriot. You know why?
A patriot is someone devoted to their country. Devoted in the sense that they are willing to give something for their country, willing to sacrifice.
There are none, or almost none, in America willing to give to their country. And we wonder why we are trillions of dollars in debt. If we'd give up half of our luxuries, on both sides of the coin, government and citizen, we'd be in a surplus right now. All we want to do is take, take, and take from this country. We want this and that, and wonder why our financial state is what it is right now. But Hollywood is well-fed and rested, right? Why worry? The debt won't matter to YOU, just let the next generation, MY generation, try and pick up the pieces.
The people of Communist Russia understood with every beat of their hearts what sacrifice for their country meant. The value of life itself dwarfed the love and pride they had for their country. They went without food and housing to fund the military, so that they could protect themselves from Nazi Germany. If Nazis invaded us today, I guarantee you most of us would whine and complain if the government cut lights off, God forbid we lose a luxury to help fight the enemy.
The people of Communist Russia were also some of the first to really show equal rights. They didn't care if you were a man or woman, you were all children of the country. And men and women alike both died for Russia, in the same positions.
That's why I'm Communist, because Communism embodies real brotherhood, real sacrifice, and real change. Communism is the most genuine and honest political system. You give to your country, and you get back.
I hope McCarthy is happy for making 3 generations ignorant and intolerant of the best political system around, and I hope he's happy for demonizing something as harmless as Communism. The real danger is Capitalism, America.
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