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OK, so I hate these too, but it's sort of cute

Mon, 23 Jan 2006 03:45:20 GMT

Wed, 16 Nov 2005 23:49:20 GMT

MUAHAHAHAHAH!

Sat, 15 Oct 2005 04:40:01 GMT

I'm going to do something different. Usually I just pull up an new document and start regurgitating crap from my day for my blog, nicely of course. Well, right now I don't want to write something "nice" for my blog, nor do I want to taint it with a post-so-undeserving; and oh-hell! I'm lazy too!

So, even though I could edit this and paste it in there with a weird picture of me or something and call it a day, I won't. I want you to feel special that you're reading this and no one else is, at least not my blog people.

Half of the time I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Maybe it's just today but the more I think about it the more often I have surreal moments that I worry I could lapse into, not unlike the effect described when you cross your eyes for too long (which evidently is false, I'm overlooking this).

At this moment, I'm completely ignoring the fact that my Chemistry class exists.

(In truth that would leave me as a student with only one class this term, which is, come to think of it more depressing than having the Chemistry...

I'm forgetting I just thought that.)

Back to ignoring.

The paper is a disaster. I've unconsciously (maybe a tad consciously) built up a little bit of respect about myself that will soon, come Monday, crash down around me while the editor and adviser rattle their newly acquired skeleton in my face. Why did they assign me a sports story, I wonder? Why is it so difficult to write a sports story?

Actually, I can answer that last one: writing an article about the fall sports is arduous because- Nobody gives a shit about the stupid sports (least of all me). Our local newspaper doesn't even have any archived articles on the golf team. I can't get any information and if I have to walk by the locker rooms to the coach's offices and get checked out by all the jocks one more time, I might start convulsions, either that or knife somebody.

The fact that I've been hung up on this for such a long time now is a tribute to the difficulty of the task. I can get things done, and damn-it- I'd get this fucking thing finished if the fucking Golf Coach just fucking emailed me the fucking stats!

Fucking loser college!

Sat, 08 Oct 2005 03:43:14 GMT

Alright, so anyone who is reading this right now (which I know has to somehow defy everything and be negative) can see that I don't post here.

I'm a blogger, people.

If you really want to see my blog, email me for the link.

Yes, it's better than this piece of shit LJ.

Tue, 02 Aug 2005 14:19:24 GMT

Do you like my icon?

It’s inspired, nay, actually taken from a genuine Live Journal Troll!

It’s been re-modeled, in the LJ style.

We’ll call my inspiration, Von Douche. Von Douche is an 135 pound troll who frequents “Ana” and sprinkles her inane comments with such revelations as “LOL” to supplement her meager (ironic, yes?) vocabulary. Normally I wouldn’t take much notice of this because these phlegm’s are becoming more and more common everyday, but this one just happened to give someone this advice:

“did you know that brushing your teeth without toothpaste cleans them better? i read that once, so it wont hurt if you brush w/o it for a while.”

at which point I laughed and laughed and then stopped laughing long enough to notice her icon was so atrocious that I started laughing afresh.

As a service to all, I now give you a LJ Troll’s Guide to a Name. Pick one of the below words (or combine if you feel extra creative!) and add an X on either side. Congrats! You now have a JL name worthy of the Von Douche herself!

beauty

kill

suicide

rose

flower

cut

spike

love

hurt

angel

fallen

torn

forever

love

black

darkness

Have I missed one? Do you have anything to add to the list?

MAY THE VON DOUCH LIVE FOREVER!