For you, Nila.
The tests say I'm an attentive visionary. Tests..
My personalDNA Report
Cat says I'm too modest, but I have nothing to be modest about.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
*I Move Away From the Mic to Breathe In
People don't decide to do amazing things when they realize how short life is. People decide to do amazing things when its too late to do anything about it.
I have two brains.
Some people excel with their right brains, some with their left, and some don't use their minds at all. When people ask which side I lean towards, I don't know what to say. Can't people be both-sides dominant? Can people not be logical and creative at the same time? I want to be, I really do.
Having two minds is a hassle, with both of them constantly at war. My left mind is Christian, old Righty here is Atheist. Or perhaps not Atheist, maybe willing to accept that to prove that there is a God or not is impossible. What do you call that again, Tiffers?
So, okay. Say for one second that you're religious, say that you're promised an afterlife with no worries or troubles. Say that if you're not a believer, you won't be a part of this afterlife.
Would you really be happy in a place where you forget your non-religious loved ones?
I enjoy being human. I appreciate people's mistakes.
But people always associate mistakes with humans. My cat, AIDs, wasn't perfect. I've seen her fall down a staircase, and on one occasion she jumped onto a porcupine. Animals aren't perfect. We just aren't there when they make mistakes.
Oh, what I'd do for a good one-liner.
solarpoweredspaz (11:02:36 PM): You'd look cute in any glasses, no matter how dorky you think they are.
CuppiT3A Cakes (11:02:53 PM): you are the biggest sweettalker ithink i have EVer met
solarpoweredspaz (11:03:36 PM): I practice in front of a mirror, every day. Just to try to impress you.
CuppiT3A Cakes (11:03:44 PM): Loll
CuppiT3A Cakes (11:03:46 PM): what a Line!
solarpoweredspaz (11:03:57 PM): Think I can get girls like that?
B0L0GNABUT T (11:45:01 PM): good thing we don't have names like darla or debbie dusterdick
solarpoweredspaz (11:45:42 PM): Yeah, I wouldn't call you anything if you happened to have a name like that.
solarpoweredspaz (11:46:06 PM): "Hey, uh.. Dusterdickbear."
B0L0GNABUT T (11:46:52 PM): HAHAHAHA
solarpoweredspaz (11:47:14 PM): Loveit? Honestly, I'd rather not.
B0L0GNABUT T (11:49:08 PM): haha, i'd rather not too
solarpoweredspaz (11:51:16 PM): If you could find an adjective that describes me, what you it be?
B0L0GNABUT T (11:51:37 PM): oh god, ryan
B0L0GNABUT T (11:51:54 PM): it'd probably be impossible, because you are one of those words that hasn't been invented yet
solarpoweredspaz (11:52:05 PM): Invent one, off the bat!
B0L0GNABUT T (11:52:16 PM): dusterdickulous
B0L0GNAHEAD (12:29:09 AM): Your words turn circles around my mind.
I have two brains.
Some people excel with their right brains, some with their left, and some don't use their minds at all. When people ask which side I lean towards, I don't know what to say. Can't people be both-sides dominant? Can people not be logical and creative at the same time? I want to be, I really do.
Having two minds is a hassle, with both of them constantly at war. My left mind is Christian, old Righty here is Atheist. Or perhaps not Atheist, maybe willing to accept that to prove that there is a God or not is impossible. What do you call that again, Tiffers?
So, okay. Say for one second that you're religious, say that you're promised an afterlife with no worries or troubles. Say that if you're not a believer, you won't be a part of this afterlife.
Would you really be happy in a place where you forget your non-religious loved ones?
I enjoy being human. I appreciate people's mistakes.
But people always associate mistakes with humans. My cat, AIDs, wasn't perfect. I've seen her fall down a staircase, and on one occasion she jumped onto a porcupine. Animals aren't perfect. We just aren't there when they make mistakes.
Oh, what I'd do for a good one-liner.
solarpoweredspaz (11:02:36 PM): You'd look cute in any glasses, no matter how dorky you think they are.
CuppiT3A Cakes (11:02:53 PM): you are the biggest sweettalker ithink i have EVer met
solarpoweredspaz (11:03:36 PM): I practice in front of a mirror, every day. Just to try to impress you.
CuppiT3A Cakes (11:03:44 PM): Loll
CuppiT3A Cakes (11:03:46 PM): what a Line!
solarpoweredspaz (11:03:57 PM): Think I can get girls like that?
B0L0GNABUT T (11:45:01 PM): good thing we don't have names like darla or debbie dusterdick
solarpoweredspaz (11:45:42 PM): Yeah, I wouldn't call you anything if you happened to have a name like that.
solarpoweredspaz (11:46:06 PM): "Hey, uh.. Dusterdickbear."
B0L0GNABUT T (11:46:52 PM): HAHAHAHA
solarpoweredspaz (11:47:14 PM): Loveit? Honestly, I'd rather not.
B0L0GNABUT T (11:49:08 PM): haha, i'd rather not too
solarpoweredspaz (11:51:16 PM): If you could find an adjective that describes me, what you it be?
B0L0GNABUT T (11:51:37 PM): oh god, ryan
B0L0GNABUT T (11:51:54 PM): it'd probably be impossible, because you are one of those words that hasn't been invented yet
solarpoweredspaz (11:52:05 PM): Invent one, off the bat!
B0L0GNABUT T (11:52:16 PM): dusterdickulous
B0L0GNAHEAD (12:29:09 AM): Your words turn circles around my mind.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Shock Me Like an Electric Eel
This shouldn't count as a post, its way too short. It's just an electric jolt to my dying blog.
I don't know what I'm talking about today.
i t vickiee (10:47:24 PM): Blogging is a staple to my bleak summer life.
i t vickiee (10:47:27 PM): LOL.
solarpoweredspaz (10:47:57 PM): You should put that in your blog, it was a fantastic metaphor.
Resulting in my own little spot in ispyakiki:
"I have to agree with Kwoker's blog. I too, am worried about losing my perspective, but then again, I wonder if I had a perspective to begin with. I never thought I was deep, to begin with. For all I know... I'm as deep as a cake pan. 'Blogging is a staple to my bleak summer life.'"
"I feel like I've just been elected president"
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:28:44 PM): INTENSE SHIT
Agreed, Mymy.
solarpoweredspaz (10:23:21 PM): Vegass
solarpoweredspaz (10:23:22 PM): Again?
studm00ffin (10:23:27 PM): YES
studm00ffin (10:23:31 PM): dude
studm00ffin (10:23:33 PM): that place
studm00ffin (10:23:36 PM): is banging
studm00ffin (10:23:39 PM): with porn on the ground.
studm00ffin (10:23:41 PM): AHHAHA
studm00ffin (10:23:43 PM): Jk :X
solarpoweredspaz (10:23:46 PM): LOL
solarpoweredspaz (10:23:48 PM): WHOA
solarpoweredspaz (10:23:51 PM): TAKE ME THERE.
I don't know what I'm talking about today.
i t vickiee (10:47:24 PM): Blogging is a staple to my bleak summer life.
i t vickiee (10:47:27 PM): LOL.
solarpoweredspaz (10:47:57 PM): You should put that in your blog, it was a fantastic metaphor.
Resulting in my own little spot in ispyakiki:
"I have to agree with Kwoker's blog. I too, am worried about losing my perspective, but then again, I wonder if I had a perspective to begin with. I never thought I was deep, to begin with. For all I know... I'm as deep as a cake pan. 'Blogging is a staple to my bleak summer life.'"
"I feel like I've just been elected president"
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:28:44 PM): INTENSE SHIT
Agreed, Mymy.
solarpoweredspaz (10:23:21 PM): Vegass
solarpoweredspaz (10:23:22 PM): Again?
studm00ffin (10:23:27 PM): YES
studm00ffin (10:23:31 PM): dude
studm00ffin (10:23:33 PM): that place
studm00ffin (10:23:36 PM): is banging
studm00ffin (10:23:39 PM): with porn on the ground.
studm00ffin (10:23:41 PM): AHHAHA
studm00ffin (10:23:43 PM): Jk :X
solarpoweredspaz (10:23:46 PM): LOL
solarpoweredspaz (10:23:48 PM): WHOA
solarpoweredspaz (10:23:51 PM): TAKE ME THERE.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Wet People
You know that wet dogs smell horrible to people. How do wet people smell to dogs?
The Stampede of Monte Vista. That's the closest that the people of the San Luis Valley will ever get to Disneyland. There's a carnival that always comes over during the last weekend of July, and it truly is amazing.
And though the carnival and friend's houses were surreal, one tiny moment made my week, maybe even my entire month.
I received a postcard from Tiffanzy today. She didn't say much, it was simply a friendly greeting. But before that moment, receiving things in the mail was never as exciting. That postcard is going up on my wall, no doubt.
About life now, hm? Thanks again, Tif.
I'm worried about losing my perspective, paranoid about how shallow I'm getting. I can feel my vocabulary shrinking, I can feel my constantly-loosening judgement. Everything is affected, my thoughts, my choices, the things I read in textbooks, I'm getting mentally weak. This is what summer in the CO does to me, and it freaks me out.
Or perhaps..
Maybe I've always been like this, and I just can't come to admit it. I'm not deep, no. But I've always told myself that I was, and for what? To be different? Everyones deep, everyones shallow. It goes both ways, depending on which situation you would consider me in.
The Stampede of Monte Vista. That's the closest that the people of the San Luis Valley will ever get to Disneyland. There's a carnival that always comes over during the last weekend of July, and it truly is amazing.
And though the carnival and friend's houses were surreal, one tiny moment made my week, maybe even my entire month.
I received a postcard from Tiffanzy today. She didn't say much, it was simply a friendly greeting. But before that moment, receiving things in the mail was never as exciting. That postcard is going up on my wall, no doubt.
About life now, hm? Thanks again, Tif.
I'm worried about losing my perspective, paranoid about how shallow I'm getting. I can feel my vocabulary shrinking, I can feel my constantly-loosening judgement. Everything is affected, my thoughts, my choices, the things I read in textbooks, I'm getting mentally weak. This is what summer in the CO does to me, and it freaks me out.
Or perhaps..
Maybe I've always been like this, and I just can't come to admit it. I'm not deep, no. But I've always told myself that I was, and for what? To be different? Everyones deep, everyones shallow. It goes both ways, depending on which situation you would consider me in.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
F*ck! World Peace! :D
I've been thinking, and I always think of the best things to blog about during the course of my day, and then I forget it before I can get to a computer to post about it. I remember having this dream about a hairdresser that couldn't cut his own hair. It made sense at the time I had the dream, and I retrieved a moral from the dream, as well.
But.. I forgot it. What if it was the secret to total happiness? World peace? And to think that I could have changed the world if it wasn't for my malfunctioning brain. And everyone has that kind of potential, to be the best of the best. Its those small imperfections of humanity that hold us back. The smartest person in existence probably died at too young of an age to do anything, by chance.
The reason for this blog is to entertain you with broken ideas and good promises. Or broken promises and good ideas. Ether way, I set rules for myself so that I [the composer] don't overwhelm you [the dearest reader] with emotional stress or boredom.
I'm going to be honest. Unless I'm obsessing at the time, I don't want to read about someone's boringass life. Remember "Dear blog, today I ate a PB&J sandwich. Then my cat threw up a hairball."? I don't want that, and I'm sure that you don't ether.
Then we have some people who ramble about life, kindof like me. The catch is that these people oftentimes take a pessimistic view of the matter. They think deeply..
About how "life sucks"
I'm not saying that I hate bipolar blogs, they're just not much fun to read.
The ghettobook died, somehow. Both of those previous reasons slowly found their way into those coffee-stained pages.
That's when I subscribed to blogger.
B0L0GNAHEAD (11:16:56 PM): are you gonna be an artist when you grow up or a creative writer?
B0L0GNAHEAD (11:17:03 PM): Not that you have to pick or anything.
solarpoweredspaz (11:17:55 PM): Nah. I'm going to be a doctor, like my dad would like me to be.
B0L0GNAHEAD (11:18:25 PM): Really.
solarpoweredspaz (11:18:29 PM): I don't mind, I have a weakness for money.
solarpoweredspaz (11:18:53 PM): Its horrible, and I know it won't make me happy.
solarpoweredspaz (11:19:28 PM): But will I be much happier as an artist in poverty?B0L0GNAHEAD (11:19:29 PM): Yeah...
solarpoweredspaz (11:19:33 PM): I don't know.
But.. I forgot it. What if it was the secret to total happiness? World peace? And to think that I could have changed the world if it wasn't for my malfunctioning brain. And everyone has that kind of potential, to be the best of the best. Its those small imperfections of humanity that hold us back. The smartest person in existence probably died at too young of an age to do anything, by chance.
The reason for this blog is to entertain you with broken ideas and good promises. Or broken promises and good ideas. Ether way, I set rules for myself so that I [the composer] don't overwhelm you [the dearest reader] with emotional stress or boredom.
I'm going to be honest. Unless I'm obsessing at the time, I don't want to read about someone's boringass life. Remember "Dear blog, today I ate a PB&J sandwich. Then my cat threw up a hairball."? I don't want that, and I'm sure that you don't ether.
Then we have some people who ramble about life, kindof like me. The catch is that these people oftentimes take a pessimistic view of the matter. They think deeply..
About how "life sucks"
I'm not saying that I hate bipolar blogs, they're just not much fun to read.
The ghettobook died, somehow. Both of those previous reasons slowly found their way into those coffee-stained pages.
That's when I subscribed to blogger.
B0L0GNAHEAD (11:16:56 PM): are you gonna be an artist when you grow up or a creative writer?
B0L0GNAHEAD (11:17:03 PM): Not that you have to pick or anything.
solarpoweredspaz (11:17:55 PM): Nah. I'm going to be a doctor, like my dad would like me to be.
B0L0GNAHEAD (11:18:25 PM): Really.
solarpoweredspaz (11:18:29 PM): I don't mind, I have a weakness for money.
solarpoweredspaz (11:18:53 PM): Its horrible, and I know it won't make me happy.
solarpoweredspaz (11:19:28 PM): But will I be much happier as an artist in poverty?B0L0GNAHEAD (11:19:29 PM): Yeah...
solarpoweredspaz (11:19:33 PM): I don't know.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Quirky Relationship-Smells
I trimmed my mop of a head, and this woman put this treesap in my hair. And it smelled exactly like Cat Pham. Which leads me to today's point of quirky relationship-smells.
I'm not talking about girlfriend relationships, I'm talking about neuroscent relationships.
Neuroscent (noun) 1. The smell that you associate a person with as an effect of spending way too much time with them. It gets tattooed to the back of your conscience and will haunt you long afterwards.
Add That to the Victionary.
So Cat gets quite a few neuroscent locations, one of them being at the Great Mall by Anchor Blue. She must wear some common scented product, or something.
Tiffany and Vickie have their own, too.
And then I read back, at how I analyze the smell of people. And I realized how pathetic that sounds. Haha.
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:46:46 PM): ITS CALLED
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:46:50 PM): REVEALING SECRETS
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:46:55 PM): its about a pregnant girl.
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:47:01 PM): but she was really innocent
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:47:05 PM): she had accidental sex.
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:47:06 PM): yeah
solarpoweredspaz (10:47:09 PM): HAHAHA
solarpoweredspaz (10:47:16 PM): ACCIDENTAL SEX!
solarpoweredspaz (10:47:17 PM): HAHAHA
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:47:23 PM): yeahhhh
solarpoweredspaz (10:47:25 PM): *slips* Sorry!
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:47:59 PM): SHE THOUGHT ITD BE FUN
solarpoweredspaz (10:47:59 PM): I think she just happened to stumble into some guy's crotch.
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:01 PM): BUT IT WASNT
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:02 PM): DUH
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:02 PM): DUh
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:03 PM): DUH
solarpoweredspaz (10:48:06 PM): Thats the only accidental sex there is.
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:20 PM): thats not..
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:20 PM): sex
solarpoweredspaz (10:48:28 PM): Naked.
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:32 PM): YEAH
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:33 PM): OKAY
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:34 PM): OKAYYYY.
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:36 PM): SURRRREE.
OH, RIGHT. Happy Birthday, Cat.
I'm not talking about girlfriend relationships, I'm talking about neuroscent relationships.
Neuroscent (noun) 1. The smell that you associate a person with as an effect of spending way too much time with them. It gets tattooed to the back of your conscience and will haunt you long afterwards.
Add That to the Victionary.
So Cat gets quite a few neuroscent locations, one of them being at the Great Mall by Anchor Blue. She must wear some common scented product, or something.
Tiffany and Vickie have their own, too.
And then I read back, at how I analyze the smell of people. And I realized how pathetic that sounds. Haha.
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:46:46 PM): ITS CALLED
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:46:50 PM): REVEALING SECRETS
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:46:55 PM): its about a pregnant girl.
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:47:01 PM): but she was really innocent
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:47:05 PM): she had accidental sex.
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:47:06 PM): yeah
solarpoweredspaz (10:47:09 PM): HAHAHA
solarpoweredspaz (10:47:16 PM): ACCIDENTAL SEX!
solarpoweredspaz (10:47:17 PM): HAHAHA
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:47:23 PM): yeahhhh
solarpoweredspaz (10:47:25 PM): *slips* Sorry!
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:47:59 PM): SHE THOUGHT ITD BE FUN
solarpoweredspaz (10:47:59 PM): I think she just happened to stumble into some guy's crotch.
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:01 PM): BUT IT WASNT
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:02 PM): DUH
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:02 PM): DUh
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:03 PM): DUH
solarpoweredspaz (10:48:06 PM): Thats the only accidental sex there is.
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:20 PM): thats not..
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:20 PM): sex
solarpoweredspaz (10:48:28 PM): Naked.
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:32 PM): YEAH
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:33 PM): OKAY
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:34 PM): OKAYYYY.
MYMYubl0wmyMiND (10:48:36 PM): SURRRREE.
OH, RIGHT. Happy Birthday, Cat.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Eat, Bomb, Sue. Repeat.
Hey, I'm Ryan. I'm an obese, war-crazy entrepreneur.
In other words, I'm American.
And you can't blame us, its our American routine. Eat, bomb, sue. Repeat.
Politics.
And the president, what did he do to become the president?
Presidency is a deathtrap. People need to blame the legal system for how our lives turn out, so of course everyones going to pick on the most singled out person in it. The president.
And so many people hate them, those presidents. They're scapegoats for the American population. So many people hate celebrities, and other people that they don't know. Its stupid, what did they do to us, right? But never the less, our culture loves to shun people that we haven't met before. Creepy stuff.
I watched this crazy movie today, called The Air We Breathe, or something like that. Its trippy, its clever, its a loop. I'd recommend it.
In other words, I'm American.
And you can't blame us, its our American routine. Eat, bomb, sue. Repeat.
Politics.
And the president, what did he do to become the president?
Presidency is a deathtrap. People need to blame the legal system for how our lives turn out, so of course everyones going to pick on the most singled out person in it. The president.
And so many people hate them, those presidents. They're scapegoats for the American population. So many people hate celebrities, and other people that they don't know. Its stupid, what did they do to us, right? But never the less, our culture loves to shun people that we haven't met before. Creepy stuff.
I watched this crazy movie today, called The Air We Breathe, or something like that. Its trippy, its clever, its a loop. I'd recommend it.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
The Orgasm Chair
I went camping for the last few days. Not wimpy camping, with an RV. This was 5 days straight go-savage-and-sleep-outside camping. My friends and I picked rocks out of our teeth and did things that would make Chuck Norris cry. Just kidding, but I did:
Exchange phone numbers during a concert
Go river rafting with some dude named Ryan
Buy a tie at a mall
Defend myself from an angry Crypt
Save a dying relationship
Dance to the Electric Slide
Headbang myself to a migraine
Find a girl that made me slightly regret California
Rap at a Denny's
Observed an orgasm via massage chair
Pay for it
Sing horribly, without having to be in a shower
Cut, slice, and dice potatoes
Learn some boss dance moves.
What a bomb time. Time bomb.[We had]
And I know I don't usually post about myself, but today is one of those days
that call for an exception.
I also added hands to this page.
Exchange phone numbers during a concert
Go river rafting with some dude named Ryan
Buy a tie at a mall
Defend myself from an angry Crypt
Save a dying relationship
Dance to the Electric Slide
Headbang myself to a migraine
Find a girl that made me slightly regret California
Rap at a Denny's
Observed an orgasm via massage chair
Pay for it
Sing horribly, without having to be in a shower
Cut, slice, and dice potatoes
Learn some boss dance moves.
What a bomb time. Time bomb.[We had]
And I know I don't usually post about myself, but today is one of those days
that call for an exception.
I also added hands to this page.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Tuna Sandwiches
So, today I ate a tuna rather than the usual PB&J. I'm kidding.
What does that mean? A change of tone!
As you can see here, I have spent all of my time working on a new header after getting step-by=step instruction by the pioneer of blogger herself, Vickie B.
Which means I won't have any time to write. Too bad for you.
solarpoweredspaz: Some people dislike frosting, saying that it's fattening.
solarpoweredspaz: Then again, why would they eat cake if they were concerned about their weight?
mycheesestick: YES!
What does that mean? A change of tone!
As you can see here, I have spent all of my time working on a new header after getting step-by=step instruction by the pioneer of blogger herself, Vickie B.
Which means I won't have any time to write. Too bad for you.
solarpoweredspaz: Some people dislike frosting, saying that it's fattening.
solarpoweredspaz: Then again, why would they eat cake if they were concerned about their weight?
mycheesestick: YES!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Things are Turning Out to be Pretty Odd.
Panic! gets props and a giving slap to the face. A 5-pointer, that band.
See, I have a self-morality rating for every band that I hear about.
High points go for originality, skill, undiscovered bands, and indie labels.
"That's stupid", you say, "Why would somebody not listen to a band for being mainstream?"
I know, I know. And I realize that. But it doesn't stop me from trying to be different. [like everyone else, you guessed it.] I'm a massive hypocrite.
Anyways, Panic at the Disco get a nice 10 points for originality and sound, but -5 points for being the most popular band as of today. What a turnoff, for me.
"What bands, then, do you like Ryan? Who do you give such a satisfying score to?"
Recently [this year], I've noticed that I enjoy bands like Beirut, MGMT, and Small Leaks Sink Ships. I'd list more, but I'm supposed to feel special, remember?
Haha, just kidding. If you like my deranged sense of music, contact your doctor while asking me to burn you a CD, or something.
solarpoweredspaz : I love pasta!
ttnpopo : haha
ttnpopo : i dont think theres a person who doesnt...
ttnpopo : that would be so weird.
solarpoweredspaz : I'm sure someone doesn't!
solarpoweredspaz : Like.. a native of some infectious rainforest of pasta-haters.
See, I have a self-morality rating for every band that I hear about.
High points go for originality, skill, undiscovered bands, and indie labels.
"That's stupid", you say, "Why would somebody not listen to a band for being mainstream?"
I know, I know. And I realize that. But it doesn't stop me from trying to be different. [like everyone else, you guessed it.] I'm a massive hypocrite.
Anyways, Panic at the Disco get a nice 10 points for originality and sound, but -5 points for being the most popular band as of today. What a turnoff, for me.
"What bands, then, do you like Ryan? Who do you give such a satisfying score to?"
Recently [this year], I've noticed that I enjoy bands like Beirut, MGMT, and Small Leaks Sink Ships. I'd list more, but I'm supposed to feel special, remember?
Haha, just kidding. If you like my deranged sense of music, contact your doctor while asking me to burn you a CD, or something.
solarpoweredspaz : I love pasta!
ttnpopo : haha
ttnpopo : i dont think theres a person who doesnt...
ttnpopo : that would be so weird.
solarpoweredspaz : I'm sure someone doesn't!
solarpoweredspaz : Like.. a native of some infectious rainforest of pasta-haters.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Silly Sasuage Spaceship
And other websites and blogs of my interest.
Fragile: Do Not Drop
Running Around, Screaming and Stuff
It's Still Me
Spaceship
Check it outt.
solarpoweredspaz (10:43:14 PM): What's new?
jenny crack bear (10:43:27 PM): Um So like in MY world all the people i know in reality are my imaginary friends. And in reality people in MY world are imaginary.
jenny crack bear (10:43:30 PM): Thats new :]
jenny crack bear (10:43:34 PM): I just realized it
solarpoweredspaz (10:43:58 PM): ._.
jenny crack bear (10:43:27 PM): Um So like in MY world all the people i know in reality are my imaginary friends. And in reality people in MY world are imaginary.
jenny crack bear (10:43:30 PM): Thats new :]
jenny crack bear (10:43:34 PM): I just realized it
solarpoweredspaz (10:43:58 PM): ._.
solarpoweredspaz (10:44:11 PM): Do I get to be imaginary?
jenny crack bear (10:47:40 PM): Well.. If i'm in my world then you're imaginary. But right now i'm in reality. So you're not :]
jenny crack bear (10:47:40 PM): Well.. If i'm in my world then you're imaginary. But right now i'm in reality. So you're not :]
Tired of looking old and.. tired? You don't have to be!
How? Travel east at the same speed that the world rotates.
Therefore, you pass time barriers in such a way that the time will never change.
If the time doesn't change, you obviously aren't getting older.
You can stay young forever.
!OAMLFOR
Hobo Wars? Wtf?
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