I made a sign for Jenny today.
Yeah, its ugly. But I spent a lot of time on it.


So I offered it to her, right?
jenny crack bear (10:07:58 PM): Ehh
jenny crack bear (10:08:14 PM): You can keep it and put it on your wall


Nobody can say that I didn't try.

banANNIEsplit89 (7:14:02 PM): dude the cutest pickup line ever is "are you a librarian?" "noo" "well your eyes speak volumes"
solarpoweredspaz (7:14:15 PM): HAHAHA
banANNIEsplit89 (7:14:15 PM): xcept my hair wiill be like crazy and take over.
solarpoweredspaz (7:14:36 PM): You are one for crazy hair dictatorship, banannie.

What the French, toast?

What makes the bad word bad?
The only reason why people swear is because society makes such a big deal about it. See, if "shit" meant "nucleus" then it would be substantially less prominent in everyday vocabulary. People like to use powerful words to make powerful sentences, the most powerful of course being the most vulgar. But who gives these words such intense meaning? Only the people who oppose it, of course. If religions and businesses stopped caring, if parents taught their kids to say them, would they still be considered bad?
Another peculiar thing about swear words is that their equally vulgar synonyms are perfectly fine to say. What makes "nucleus/shit" worse than "feces"?
Scientists have to call it something, I suppose.

Define "Regression"

"Once at his house, we went straight to the refrigerator. Peter found Oreos that had the cream spilled all over them instead of in between the two cookies. Instinctively, I asked David if I could take one. Then David's mom saw something through the window in the backyard. She screamed, "There it is! It's that thing!" She ran to the backyard. I began to follow. She had a pond filled with beautiful fish, but one animal stood out. There was a hideous eel about six feet long. In one swift motion she grabbed it and pulled it out of the water. We killed it, stomping on its head."

Ray has a way of vividly solidifying even the most amorphous of dreams.


CuppiT3A Cakes (8:09:53 PM): decisions decisions..
solarpoweredspaz (8:10:02 PM): All the choices you can make.
CuppiT3A Cakes (8:10:14 PM): not worried about that.
CuppiT3A Cakes (8:11:05 PM): im worried if i can do something i want to in life..
solarpoweredspaz (8:11:51 PM): Then want to be alot of things, it'll increase your chances.


I'm actually ashamed of my email address. Ryan_kwok13? I made it when I was thirteen.
But what was I planning on doing when I turned 14?

The Plaster On My Wall

M: one day
M: im gonna die of depression
M: or stress
M: or something
R: Doesn't everyone?
R: If someone could live a stress-free life, they'd never die.
R: Alas, fear of death causes stress.
M: Well
M: im not afraid of dying actually
R: You would be, if that was the only thing you'd have to worry about.

Yes, I stopped posting.
I'm not lazy, I'm out of material. I don't have the time to think with these constant deadlines tugging at my metaphorical sleeves. This year stresses me out with excessive work and unforgiving grades. I broke my sock drawer recently. Frustrated at my sock drawer for being so fragile, I threw it across the room. Later I realized that an action like this would only obliterate it further. And rupture the plaster of my wall.
Don't avoid me. This isn't who I am.
In a desperate attempt to find enlightenment, I've begun to think pessimistically. Its starting to stick, and worse, it isn't working. I try everything to avoid depression, for the sake of this blog.

An unhappy poster is a boring poster.

SCOOPS. SCOOPS HAAGAN DAAS.

I dig this movie for the hilarious dialouge; I'm not much of a marvel fanatic.




No way, no how I'd get a girlfriend now.




Egoraptor's girlfriend? Hotdamn!

One of my fetishes, along with toes.

http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/459147
An emotive game. Hella fun.

Baffled

Kueter: "What I wonder is why they call them portables if they intend to keep these ones permanent."

Hao: "Look, I found this dollar by the field!"
Us: "What were you doing all the way out in that field?"
Hao: "Looking for a dollar."


Our school admin can fund a remodeling for our P.E. bathrooms, yet they can't afford a class set of books? I'm not calling any-idiots-one names.

Food and Mockery.

Dear Miss Tran (Nguyen) made a new blog without giving me the address. Am I a less preferred reader than the pedophile to the left, eating fries and reading random student's blogs? Are things awkward to that extent? Ouch.
Nevertheless, her blog is as Mymyotologic as ever. Scientists and I have noticed that she's emitting more emotional spasms than last year.
Her blogs look like..

"OMG, TODAY blah blah blah... AND THEN WE SAW A DUCK. OMGOMG LOLOLOLOLOLOLROFLMAOZOS. So anyways, Blah, blah, blah... sounded like... a duck blah? ROFLMAO KINDAA FREAKED ME OUT. SO WE WENT OUTSIDE AND MADE MYMY NOISES, SPAZZED OUT, AND DRANK MONSTERR! ASDKHGIF RUNNING AROUND, SCREAMING AND STUFF. Blah blah, unimportant text. Not emphasized by caps. AND THAT WAS MY DAYY."

Mhm.


Anyways, I just got back from a fridge-fest. Before every time we go out of town for an extended period of time, we empty out all of the perishable contents of our fridge and gluttonize ourselves. Its an awkward, stumbling, rolling around movement for the family for the rest of the weekend.

Food and mockery. That's how I deal with it.

Daily Irony

All of these rich people complain about global warming, then they turn around and say, "Let's stay in Hawaii for a few days. Its nice down there."

Where's the love?

I turned on the television, and I saw something on the news about an anti-war protest that got violent. That's the best dose of irony that I've had all day.


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