The morons who were supposed to help me install my new hard drive?
THEY KILLED MY FUCKING COMPUTER.
I hate them. Those idiot don't know what the heck they were doing--or, if they did, then it was something in my computer (the spirit of Satan, bent on destroying my happiness) that caused it to fail utterly, finally, and miserably.
I don't know when I'm going to be back. It's always the way, ain't it? Stuff just kinda happens. *_*
Hopefully I'll be back soon.
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Today I was supposed to go to the dentist--but damned if he didn't call letting me know that he had to reschedule me. I'm kind of happy, but kind of pissed off. This means I'll be delayed a few more days, but at least I won't have to suffer through that damn X-ray machine. (Those things always freak me out.)
On the uber-plus side, I may actually, FINALLY, be able to get my stuff installed. Hot diggity doo-dah dang. |
Christianity is a religion for the weak. It is a religion that, in the
beginning, was good: Of that I have no doubt. But as it stands today,
Christianity is a failure. Christianity is taught by monsters who
molest little boys and girls. Christianity has caused more strife than
anything else. I will be glad for the day when Christianity dies, for Christ
now has little to do with it. Jesus is, for all intents and
purposes, dead to Christianity. These mindless zealots will accept
whatever bullshit they're fed. I don't mind the ones who think about
what they're taught, the bold, daring few who can look at something,
and say, in honesty, that it is wrong, even if it is taught by their
religious leaders. But for the greater part, these people do not exist.
I've seen the people who claim to be Christians. If they must have one
single commonality, it's hypocrisy. Love, Peace, Charity...these are
the things they preach (quite literally) and claim to embrace.
Christians are the first to want to send someone to Hell. Christians
are the most judgmental of all people I have ever known. There was one
in particular who, I believed, was the epitome of what Christianity
should be. He was humorous, good-natured, and didn't take himself too
seriously.
This same person, one day, lifted a photograph of Muslims bowing to the
Black Stone at Mecca. "You see this?" he said. "This is what a million
people going to Hell looks like."
It was in that moment that I realized: I don't have any enmity with
Jesus or God. My hatred is for the majority of Christians--and, in
fact, the Religious--who see truth in front of them and deny it. Common
Sense and God are insoluble ideas. You pick one or the either--seldom
can anyone truly hold both.
I feel most sorry for Jesus. Here He was trying to tell people to be
nice to each other, and more blood has been spilled in His Name than
any other.
Lunacy.
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I saw on the main page that some company bought out LiveJournal, and on the very same day as I started a BlogSpot journal. I read the mainpage: They say it won't make too much of a difference in terms of what we put on here, legalities, who owns what, etc....but I dunno.
Yeah. Mainly I just wanted to tell you that, for no apparent reason, I started another weblog. The address? http://givemeanorgasm.blogspot.com/
Yes, you read that right. Give Me An Orgasm.
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I just thought you guys would enjoy some of these things. I especially like the Melon Hitler.
That's enough for now, I think.
:D
Jan. 8th, 2005 @ 09:31 am
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| » On Language |
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I want, within the next twenty years, to be able to speak five
languages fluently. I'm basing it on the history of the language--which
langauges would afford me the greatest opportunity to look into fiction
and myth. The list, thus far:
- Japanese
- Mandarin
- Arabic
- Russian
- German
Personally I think this list is entirely reasonable. Every one of those
languages is widely used and the countries from which they emanate have
lengthy histories. Japanese is good if only because I want to read The Tale of Genji
in its original language. Mandarin is the "official" language of China,
as far as I know, inasmuch as it's used by academics and governmental
employees. As for Arabic, it's a very aesthetically pleasing language,
and given all that's happening in the Middle-East (was there ever a
time something wasn't
happening?), it'd be good to learn. Russian...ah, yes. This language is
definitely going to be fun to learn, if only because all of Russian
sounds like a single Russian sentence sounds like an angry tirade.
German is good because, yeah, I want to read Nietzsche's work in the
language it was meant to be read in.
And to top all of this, I am trying to, at this moment, find a decent
site for learning Esperanto. That language is supposed to be the
absolute easiest to learn for English-speaking people. If you guys come
across any sites for it, tell me, m'kay?
Jan. 7th, 2005 @ 07:09 am
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| » Irony |
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"OH MY GOD! I..I got a Nintendo DS for Christmas! This is amazing! I thought they were all sold out! Mom, Dad, you guys ROCK!"
Ten days later...
"Ah, Mario 64 DS. I am going to slip your thin card self into my sexy DS's electro-slot, and I will feel you up with the touchscreWHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE SCREEN?"
"Oh, about that--it broke. Shattered."
"God damn it!"
;_;
Irony, thy name is DS. Or Destructive Prick. Whichever.
Jan. 5th, 2005 @ 02:24 pm
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I present to you, lovingly, The Elements of Style, a fuckton of kickass books, and some DICK.
Did you know that Philip K Dick kept a diary in excess of eight thousand pages? I guess being paranoid and schizophrenic pays off in big ways. I'd love to see the full document--if it ever gets published. Hopefully the excitement around those movies which were based from his works could be substantial enough to merit Exegesis (the posthumously-bestowed title of the book) being released in an electronic format.
Probably not, but I can hope.
Jan. 3rd, 2005 @ 04:50 am
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| » I Totally Stole This from Gayle |
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You listening, Chris? Kristy?
I HOPE YOU ARE.
Jan. 3rd, 2005 @ 04:37 am
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| » Stupid Internet. Stupid Computers. Stupid...stupidity!! |
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Okay, so here's the deal: My parents splurged on Christmas, and because of that, I may or may not be able to be online for awhile. My Internet runs through cable, and that hasn't been paid awhile. More than likely it'll be cut off shortly after I write this. Sucks, but that's how it works. (Always something going wrong with me, you know?)
But anyway. See, I got all this cool stuff for Christmas...but some tech geek that works with my mom told her that, really, for what I want to do with computers, I need a 120 gig hard drive, 256 to 512 RAM and a decent videocard. This rocks, because she seems convinced that I am not BS-ing her when it comes to quality computer parts. So, I might end up being cut off, but if I do, I might also be coming back with an uberpowerful computer with 3DS Max.
Or, I might just come back with a dial-up connection living in another state with a POS computer that barely runs properly.
>.>
Jan. 2nd, 2005 @ 12:32 am
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Tell me that doesn't look completely wrong. I'll call you a liar!
Jan. 1st, 2005 @ 07:20 pm
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| » Good FF Music Site |
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I'm in a happy mood, so I thought I'd share this site with you guys. This has a TON of frigging FF music on it, especially piano arrangements. I like "To Zanarkand", myself. Now if only I had a piano on which I could play it...
Jan. 1st, 2005 @ 01:23 am
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| » HAPPY NEW YEARS! |
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And to Chris and all the other bastages not in Central, I'm giving you the finger from 2005! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Jan. 1st, 2005 @ 01:00 am
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| » Iiinteresting. |
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You Are a Retrospective Soul |
The most misunderstood of all the soul signs.
Sometimes you even have difficulty seeing yourself as who you are.
You are intense and desire perfection in every facet of your life.
You're best described as extremely idealistic, hardworking, and a survivor.
Great moments of insight and sensitivity come to you easily.
But if you aren't careful, you'll ignore these moments and repeat past mistakes.
For you, it is difficult to seperate the past from the present.
You will suceed once you overcome the disappoinments in life.
Souls you are most compatible with: Traveler Soul and Prophet Soul
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Dec. 4th, 2004 @ 07:08 pm
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| » Santa--the Downfall of Societal Sanity |
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The more I think about it, the worse and worse Santa appears to be. I mean, you're brought up to believe that this fat old white man dressed like a pimp, loves you unconditionally, and simply because you have been well-behaved and caring, you get presents. But if you are bad, you get coal, and no toys, no sweets, no kind things--you get, in short, what you deserve, but always is Santa a loving, fair entity.
Then comes the moment when you find out Santa isn't real. For me, it was when my mom said to me: "I know that you know there's no such thing as Santa Claus, so I want you to stay up and help Daddy put Tyler's bike together."
Santa was killed on Christmas Eve.
And you know, that has TOTALLY fucked me up ever since. I imagine it's the same for countless others. Think about it. You're brought up thinking someone loves you forever, that this person is kind and jolly...and then, you find out the truth, and it isn't that Santa died: It's that he never existed.
KILL SANTA NOW. BEFORE HE RUINS MORE LIVES!
:'(
Dec. 4th, 2004 @ 06:51 pm
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| » I HATE AIM. >:( |
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Apparently I did something illegal or against the terms of service, because now, I can't use AIM under AdamaeusDjinn. I really hate this, and I cannot--CANNOT understand why my account has been suspended. Fortunately I can still access my buddy list through Trillian, so I'm just letting everyone know--my new AIM name is CloudStrife1138, unless I go for one of my older names (YuuzhanVong01 is also one you could catch me by).
Meanwhile, I am going to try to find out just why the HELL AOL cut my service. *growls*
Dec. 3rd, 2004 @ 04:20 pm
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| » Writing |
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As usual, writing is a large part of my life. But of late, I've written more in the past month than I have in the past two, three years. I mean, it's astonishing. I have actually done a substantial bit of writing on a long piece of fiction, and it hasn't even come anywhere near the end yet. I'm writing a full-bodied story. My ideas are getting better and better every single year. And I still remember all the story ideas I had from years ago, that are still workable.
I'm trying to write as much as possible in as short a time as possible. I dunno why--but a sense of urgency, and more specifically of a deadline, is one of the few things that really propels me forward. "A deadline is optimism in its most ass-kicking form." I read that in a book on writing, called "No Plot? No Problem!" And, to many degrees, it's true. National Novel Writing Month has so many participants because it says, "You have a month. Write a novel." And though quality is sacrificed at the expense of quality, it doesn't matter--you actually are able to tell a story.
I'm going to try to write a short story every day. Not very long ones, just some short short stories. And again, I don't care as to the quality--I am writing them more to refine my ability to describe things and work on dialogue than to do anything else. I might post them up on this LJ if I'm ever inclined.
At the moment I'm working on something big. It's going to be a lot better than anything else I've ever written.
But for those of you who want to know something about writing, I advise this: Always keep a lot of action in your stories. It doesn't matter what, just keep things interesting. I'm trying constantly to come up with reasons to keep my characters moving. One of the best ways to do this is to impose a time constraint. "You have forty-eight hours to find the cure, or your wife dies." While that plot is a little overdone and, eh...crappy, you get the general idea.
Dec. 2nd, 2004 @ 12:05 am
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| » She's cute. But, alas, not yet old enough to be considered "consenting", whatever that is. |
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I was walking home from Duncan Park with my brothers and cousin, when this girl--very cute girl, may I add--came upon us, waving, saying hello, and introducing herself as such: "Hi! I'm locked out of my house, and I'm bored as fuck."
Tell me that isn't charming.
It was a very peculiar moment--though, really, I'm not surprised. I think it's something about me that does it. A lot of the people I've met I've bumped into almost literally on the street--quite literally, in this case.
"Uh...hi," Nathan said. You can always count on him to be articulate.
"My name's Lindsy," she said, sticking her hand out. She shook first Nathan's, then John's, then my own. We introduced ourselves, each giving forename only, just to err on the side of caution. "So. Any of you guys live around here?"
"Yeah, we do," said Nate.
"I love just around the corner," John added, sticking his hand in the air and making a circular motion. Tyler was very quiet, probably because he'd never met anyone who introduced herself with the word "fuck" in the sentence.
"Nice, nice. I'm locked out of my house. Wanna give me company? It'll be nice, we'll have a Goddamn party." The way it's written here, it sounds like she said it in a malicious way--but no, she meant it in the most friendly manner possible.
We went to the house she was staying at--she's only here in Natchez for a brief time, staying with her aunt, by the sound of things. We just kind of sat out in front of her place, just chatting idly. Above all, she uses profanity--and in the most artful ways I've ever heard. "Fuckin' A" is one of her favorite terms.
Eventually, somehow, the conversation shifted to writing--I think it was because Nathan was commenting on how he's taller than myself, and I defended it with: "Well, I'm short because I spend all my days hunched over a keyboard."
"Oh, you write?"
"Yeah, I do."
"What do you write?"
"Fiction, mostly."
"I write poetry."
And some poetry it was. Very artistic, and very good with rhyme.
I'll add more to this later, maybe--but, man...I wish she would hurry up and become sixteen. (hehehehehehehehehehe)
Nov. 26th, 2004 @ 07:27 pm
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| » Thanksgiving ROCKED! |
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Okay, so, the day before Thanksgiving, a very, very powerful storm swept through Texas and the lower portions of Mississippi--Natchez, where I'm at, was hit hardest. Let me say this: I did not, DID NOT, anticipate it being as powerful as it was.
But because I doubted that power, I am now less one tree. Well, actually, we still have it--it's just draped across the yard. It's really strange. It was a dead tree anyhow, so it doesn't really matter that it's been knocked over, but the way in which it fell was toward the street--and if our house wasn't on a hill, it would have snapped the powerlines. As it is, the only major problem is that we can't stop the neighborhood kids from playing on it. ("GET OFFA THAT, YOU LITTLE BASTARDS!" is heard quite often recently.)
Lovely thing to happen, the day before you head off for Thanksgiving. *sigh*
Anyway, the road trip my family was planning took us from Natchez to Memphis, which is about a five hour drive, barring any stops for snacks along the way (there were only three). I miss that city. Being there is just...it's astonishing. Things have really changed there. Mayor Herrington is a bastard! That means nothing to anyone who isn't from the city, but...yeah.
The greatest change is in my grandmother, though. I'm really concerned for her. I mean...she's literally losing her mind. I just...I dunno. She's getting Alzheimer's. She'll call me by a name that isn't mine, or forget I'm in the room, look pointedly at me, and ask: "When did you sit down?"
The rest of my family treats her like a child. She now has two purses, one of which contains nothing, the other of which is kept always with her, but never by her hand. Someone else (my cousin Amy, for the most part) always holds it, because it contains her medicines. At this point, I can understand why--she forgets when she takes what. It's just...I dunno.
Thanksgiving dinner was good, though. We had it over at my Aunt Becky's house. It's a different place without my uncle Chuck--he was hit by polio as a kid, and died about four years ago. It's a really sad thing, but my aunt has gotten over it--as is evidenced by her remarrying to a man named Jim. Barely know the guy, but it sounds like he had throat cancer at one point or another--he has a deep,growling voice, but he's an okay guy.
Oh, and we also had dinner with nuns. They weren't dressed up in the cloth or anything, but they were very polite. I find it very ironic, by the way, that they really enjoyed a dessert called "Better than Sex".
hehehehe.
Nov. 26th, 2004 @ 02:24 pm
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