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Wednesday, March 24, 2004
No recount/Supreme Court ruling necessary
And the poll is closed on the question of: If you are one of Ashley J's friends, does she terrify you. Here are some of the responses:
NotBrianSweetser: i forgot how much terror ashley impacted me with until she actually found this screen name the other day, she was already back to her wacky antics and wouldnt give up on her sources so im thinkin she hacked my glavin
katiemc25: shes like a little mouse that dresses up in a scary rat costume, but in reality shes a little mouse
katiemc25: a black one, with a white spot on its chest where it dropped a ciggerette
Spamburglor: Ashley has tried to bite me on several occasions
She also goes to my school
Spamburglor: I LIVE IN FEAR
JilLeigh105: hey Kurdi, this is Jill. and yes, she does terrify me. especially when she touches me inappropriately :-[
SullyX531: and im gunna say a big fuckin yeah to your poll
staraleta (11:51:04 PM): I have strict orders from ashley to answer this poll. she only scares me when i think about how i'm actually friends with her or she touches me
staraleta (11:54:36 PM): ok, i now change my response. she is the reason i dont sleep at night
staraleta (11:54:38 PM): JouJou Chic1402 (11:54:16 PM): i'll creep up to ur room and watch you while you sleep tonight cuz i'm sure someone will let me in
kalauskaslauskas: she scares me a little :-[ but i'm afraid to say it.
EmilyF429: haha, Ashley wants me to answer your poll...my answer: yes, she terrifies me. I live in fear every day of my life, because I live with her, and I know I can never get away from her :-[
ArabScarab84: dude ashely once told me she wanted to fondle my penis and watch it grow
SamStone84: i met ashley she terrifies me does that count?
PalmZ4851: no
I don't think any witty commentary is necessary here: the poll speaks for itself.
K-$$ out.
And the poll is closed on the question of: If you are one of Ashley J's friends, does she terrify you. Here are some of the responses:
NotBrianSweetser: i forgot how much terror ashley impacted me with until she actually found this screen name the other day, she was already back to her wacky antics and wouldnt give up on her sources so im thinkin she hacked my glavin
katiemc25: shes like a little mouse that dresses up in a scary rat costume, but in reality shes a little mouse
katiemc25: a black one, with a white spot on its chest where it dropped a ciggerette
Spamburglor: Ashley has tried to bite me on several occasions
She also goes to my school
Spamburglor: I LIVE IN FEAR
JilLeigh105: hey Kurdi, this is Jill. and yes, she does terrify me. especially when she touches me inappropriately :-[
SullyX531: and im gunna say a big fuckin yeah to your poll
staraleta (11:51:04 PM): I have strict orders from ashley to answer this poll. she only scares me when i think about how i'm actually friends with her or she touches me
staraleta (11:54:36 PM): ok, i now change my response. she is the reason i dont sleep at night
staraleta (11:54:38 PM): JouJou Chic1402 (11:54:16 PM): i'll creep up to ur room and watch you while you sleep tonight cuz i'm sure someone will let me in
kalauskaslauskas: she scares me a little :-[ but i'm afraid to say it.
EmilyF429: haha, Ashley wants me to answer your poll...my answer: yes, she terrifies me. I live in fear every day of my life, because I live with her, and I know I can never get away from her :-[
ArabScarab84: dude ashely once told me she wanted to fondle my penis and watch it grow
SamStone84: i met ashley she terrifies me does that count?
PalmZ4851: no
I don't think any witty commentary is necessary here: the poll speaks for itself.
K-$$ out.
Sunday, March 21, 2004
This is awesome
This is Amazing
Shamelessly stolen from the Lord Dogg (Joe the Show) who protested with:
Godslefthand: then help a brother out and say his name when'ya grab his boys
Godslefthand: aces
Godslefthand: i'm from the 50s, chief. we speak with a different sort of cool
K-$$ out.
This is Amazing
Shamelessly stolen from the Lord Dogg (Joe the Show) who protested with:
Godslefthand: then help a brother out and say his name when'ya grab his boys
Godslefthand: aces
Godslefthand: i'm from the 50s, chief. we speak with a different sort of cool
K-$$ out.
Saturday, March 20, 2004
Pikachu I choose you
These up and downs are no fun at all. I dont get it, I had a really fun day ... went to the mall, played video games at Fran's, poker, mall again, more video games, made jokes, had fun ... but as soon as I got home I came under attack. A depressed and anxious feeling descended on me and I can't shake it. The only thing I can think of is I'm not truly happy, that maybe its possible to "put on a happy face" in a crowd but when I dont have to put on that face ... I don't. Yesterday was fun too, hitting up the North End and everything else ... but now I just feel so down. Its weird though, its not like a depressed "the sky is falling" or even a "i just wanna listen to emo music and die" depression. I'm very calm, composed ... maybe it isnt even being depressed at all. I think its more feeling empty from not being happy and not being sad, just emptyness. Maybe thats the worst thing.
K-$$ out.
These up and downs are no fun at all. I dont get it, I had a really fun day ... went to the mall, played video games at Fran's, poker, mall again, more video games, made jokes, had fun ... but as soon as I got home I came under attack. A depressed and anxious feeling descended on me and I can't shake it. The only thing I can think of is I'm not truly happy, that maybe its possible to "put on a happy face" in a crowd but when I dont have to put on that face ... I don't. Yesterday was fun too, hitting up the North End and everything else ... but now I just feel so down. Its weird though, its not like a depressed "the sky is falling" or even a "i just wanna listen to emo music and die" depression. I'm very calm, composed ... maybe it isnt even being depressed at all. I think its more feeling empty from not being happy and not being sad, just emptyness. Maybe thats the worst thing.
K-$$ out.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Who am I
I'm having a bit of an identity crisis right now I'd say. In spite of my success as an academic, I've learned there's alot more to the world than just practical rational thinking. Since starting serious study in college I've come into contact with philosophy, religious law, and mysticism as major directions of reorienting myself. Of course, at the same time there's always other things like falling in love, moving to another country, or fighting in a war. Oh well, things to contemplate while I continue being an intellectual academic ...
K-$$ out.
I'm having a bit of an identity crisis right now I'd say. In spite of my success as an academic, I've learned there's alot more to the world than just practical rational thinking. Since starting serious study in college I've come into contact with philosophy, religious law, and mysticism as major directions of reorienting myself. Of course, at the same time there's always other things like falling in love, moving to another country, or fighting in a war. Oh well, things to contemplate while I continue being an intellectual academic ...
K-$$ out.
A second chance means nothing, if nothing's learned from past mistakes
Yeah so after an eventful weekend to say the least ( the 30 min St. A's to Atown, 100mph avg speed drive on Friday and Dee's house on Saturday, not to mention finally passing in my Advanced Study Grant proposal Monday) it looks like the week is going to suck. Could somebody tell me why the snowstorm couldnt come when i DONT HAVE TO COMMUTE WITH PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. Not only that, Tuesday is miserably long and I think I miss Lebanon. Oh well, I'll know if I'm going by the 2nd week in April ... I guess its the not knowing that kinda sucks.
Im kinda disappointed in how arrogant i've been lately, especially about academics. Gotta work on that, but self-criticism always bums me out. Oh well, its the ebb and the flow.
PS God, I would like you to drop me a great looking redhead from the sky to be my girlfriend. Thanks.
K-$$ out.
Yeah so after an eventful weekend to say the least ( the 30 min St. A's to Atown, 100mph avg speed drive on Friday and Dee's house on Saturday, not to mention finally passing in my Advanced Study Grant proposal Monday) it looks like the week is going to suck. Could somebody tell me why the snowstorm couldnt come when i DONT HAVE TO COMMUTE WITH PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. Not only that, Tuesday is miserably long and I think I miss Lebanon. Oh well, I'll know if I'm going by the 2nd week in April ... I guess its the not knowing that kinda sucks.
Im kinda disappointed in how arrogant i've been lately, especially about academics. Gotta work on that, but self-criticism always bums me out. Oh well, its the ebb and the flow.
PS God, I would like you to drop me a great looking redhead from the sky to be my girlfriend. Thanks.
K-$$ out.
Saturday, March 13, 2004
The year is After Colony 195 ...
What Gundam Wing Character Are You?
There is such a thing as too much Japanimation ...
K-$$, The Great Destroyer, out-
We can't afford to be innocent
Stand up and face the enemy
It's a do or die situation
We will be Invincible
And with the power of conviction
There is no sacrifice
It's a do or die situation
We will be Invincible
Pat Benetar pwnz
What Gundam Wing Character Are You?
There is such a thing as too much Japanimation ...
K-$$, The Great Destroyer, out-
We can't afford to be innocent
Stand up and face the enemy
It's a do or die situation
We will be Invincible
And with the power of conviction
There is no sacrifice
It's a do or die situation
We will be Invincible
Pat Benetar pwnz
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Camp Trin Trin etc
So yeah its been a few days since I posted in the blog, and for that I eternally apologize. To make a long story short, Trinity was an all around great time. In fact, I think it was exactly what I needed to refocus myself. Fran fucking up Jewish bread prayer, Barbosa as MIA, "YOU'RE THE MUSLIM WONDER", BB gunfight, seniors streaking, hold 'em, Jewish keg party, Fran's pledge name: Ass tulip, etc etc ... I <3 Trincoll ... I've been living like a hermit in terms of studying this whole semester, I rarely go out at all. Having a weekend away doing all new things was a great use of leisure time. In fact, in spite of being exhausted from lack of sleep I feel like Im ready to take on academia and beat it like it stole something. I hope to make these Trinity excursions more common.
So yeah, so back at BC. Apparently I am shit stomping my classes this semester. I have 100s on both of my Stats quizes, I got an A on my poli sci paper worth 30% of my grade, and in History I have 2 100s, and a 93 on quizes and a B+ on my first paper. I cant wait to get that Advanced Study Grant and peace the fuck out for an amazing summer in Beirut.
but at the same time, I wish I'd be here in atown ...
im gonna take the optimistic approach to this and say either way, the summer is going to r0x the b0x on f0x. Get at me already May ...
K-$$ out.
So yeah its been a few days since I posted in the blog, and for that I eternally apologize. To make a long story short, Trinity was an all around great time. In fact, I think it was exactly what I needed to refocus myself. Fran fucking up Jewish bread prayer, Barbosa as MIA, "YOU'RE THE MUSLIM WONDER", BB gunfight, seniors streaking, hold 'em, Jewish keg party, Fran's pledge name: Ass tulip, etc etc ... I <3 Trincoll ... I've been living like a hermit in terms of studying this whole semester, I rarely go out at all. Having a weekend away doing all new things was a great use of leisure time. In fact, in spite of being exhausted from lack of sleep I feel like Im ready to take on academia and beat it like it stole something. I hope to make these Trinity excursions more common.
So yeah, so back at BC. Apparently I am shit stomping my classes this semester. I have 100s on both of my Stats quizes, I got an A on my poli sci paper worth 30% of my grade, and in History I have 2 100s, and a 93 on quizes and a B+ on my first paper. I cant wait to get that Advanced Study Grant and peace the fuck out for an amazing summer in Beirut.
but at the same time, I wish I'd be here in atown ...
im gonna take the optimistic approach to this and say either way, the summer is going to r0x the b0x on f0x. Get at me already May ...
K-$$ out.
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Anatomy of a Broken Heart
Why is it so hard for me to smile when I'm alone? I feel like every day, one more pillar holding up my faith in myself cracks. It might not cause the whole structure to fall, but enough cracks and even the most monumentally constructed ediface can crumble. Every story about my own love life is a fault line while the stories of my friends are veins leading out, crisscrossing and reinforcing, and at the very end, every song and TV show is a hair thin capillary. The blueprint for a broken heart.
And I have this compulsion to just throw down my cards and cut my losses. It's a horrible analogy when you try and fit it over friends and memories, but I cant help but feeling like I'm losing out in the end. Its like im infected with distractions and diversions, and I waste my thought process trying to say the right thing to a girl instead of trying to say the right thing to myself. By virtue of lack of success at commoditizing my heart, i still keep my passion. But passion can be a bad thing: a false diety even unto itself. I find myself, and everybody around me, trying to find temporal objects to imbue with divinity. Fun is a big one. Live for the moment, live the life that makes you smile, etc. Well I suppose, but what's fun isnt always whats right. Its alot easier to do right when its fun and pleasurable, but "no pain no gain". By no means has my life been miserable the past 2 years, but it has been marked by an increase in adversity. This has made me a better person. Having fun keeps me sane, and maybe even keeps me alive, but using it as a compass is impossible. It has no magnetic pole to orient itself to.
So yeah, about sleeping and killing these thoughts until they resurrect themselves ...
K-$$ out.
Why is it so hard for me to smile when I'm alone? I feel like every day, one more pillar holding up my faith in myself cracks. It might not cause the whole structure to fall, but enough cracks and even the most monumentally constructed ediface can crumble. Every story about my own love life is a fault line while the stories of my friends are veins leading out, crisscrossing and reinforcing, and at the very end, every song and TV show is a hair thin capillary. The blueprint for a broken heart.
And I have this compulsion to just throw down my cards and cut my losses. It's a horrible analogy when you try and fit it over friends and memories, but I cant help but feeling like I'm losing out in the end. Its like im infected with distractions and diversions, and I waste my thought process trying to say the right thing to a girl instead of trying to say the right thing to myself. By virtue of lack of success at commoditizing my heart, i still keep my passion. But passion can be a bad thing: a false diety even unto itself. I find myself, and everybody around me, trying to find temporal objects to imbue with divinity. Fun is a big one. Live for the moment, live the life that makes you smile, etc. Well I suppose, but what's fun isnt always whats right. Its alot easier to do right when its fun and pleasurable, but "no pain no gain". By no means has my life been miserable the past 2 years, but it has been marked by an increase in adversity. This has made me a better person. Having fun keeps me sane, and maybe even keeps me alive, but using it as a compass is impossible. It has no magnetic pole to orient itself to.
So yeah, about sleeping and killing these thoughts until they resurrect themselves ...
K-$$ out.
