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[Nov. 3rd, 2005|11:21 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | NIN - The Wretched | ] |
List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre,
whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be
songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your
Livejournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to
see what they're listening to.
1. NIN - The Wretched ( I wanna hear it live again)
2. Garbage - Butterfly Collector
3. RHCP - Soul To Squeeze
4. NIN - Beside You In Time
5. Lynyrd Skynyrd - The Needle And The Spoon
6. Garbage - Trip My Wire
7. NIN - Reptile
Okay, I don't have any friends on here - so if you read this, post it on your journal. |
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[Oct. 5th, 2005|12:31 pm] |
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I would post more if people actually read this shit. VaderHater.com died. Mainly because nobody cared enough to post. You fuckers. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 2nd, 2005|02:34 pm] |
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Bleh |
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| My LiveJournal Sucks - Bad |
[Aug. 3rd, 2004|12:02 am] |
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| | Tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | No Doubt - Underneath It All | ] |
After looking on other people's livejournal pages I've come to the realization that my layout sucks complete ass. I know asking this will yeild no results, but doest anyone have any suggestions on how to change it? I suck at HTML (hence the postnuke site) and have no clue where to begin. Call me lazy. . maybe I'll google it (first time I've used that word btw) tomorrow at work.
Anyway, I've posted quite a bit on my SG journal, so I'll try to upated this more often. If you're reading this and want to join Suicide Girls, please join through this link so I'll get some points. Join Suicide Girls The site is awesome, but the people are there are real drama queens. Something I personally hate. Half the journal entries consisit of how hot this one girl is, and so forth. I guess that's what makes the SG world turn tho, considering it's an adult site. Sadly, I don't think of it that way.
My favorite SG is Apnea. Don't ask why, she just is. I posted on her journal and she added me as a friend! Pretty cool, now I have two mutual friends! w00t.
Anyway, I have to go to sleep. Another fun day of work tomorrow. |
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| *Sigh* |
[Aug. 1st, 2004|12:34 am] |
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| |  accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Carmen bitching | ] |
Latest News:
I will be getting a promotion soon since three people quite TNWEB this past week. w00t! It will mainly be more System Admin word. double w00t!
Re-Activated my Suicide Girl account from over a year ago. My SG member Profile
Bought Carmen her own Suicide Girls account today - Her SG member Profile
Finally mowed the fucking grass today
My car is still running and hasn't died a firey death.
Will update more later. Visit my site you bitches!!!!!! I know you guys read this shit. |
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| It's 2:00a.m. |
[Jul. 26th, 2004|02:19 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | pissed off | ] |
| [ | music |
| | TV Themes - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles | ] |
Where to begin. . .. .
I didn't buy Michael's Nissan. The only reason being I couldn't get the money. Michael wasn't too happy because I said I wanted it - but unfortunately the higher powers that be didn't want to see me in a newer car. So let's raise a glass and toast my car for lasting as long as it has. That's right, you all remember my Volkswagen Fox! It's still alive and kicking, but unfortunately for me it's not much of a 'family' car. So, my quest for the family sedan will continue.
Work has been complete hell. I won't go into detail because it's not worth detailing.
I've been spending quite a bit of time on my website. Mainly server configuration and tweaking a lot of things. My goal is to register a domain and get some more friends on the board. One interesting addition is the Where Are They Now? thread. Well, interesting to me anyways. Hopefully we can track down some people and update everyone else on their where abouts.
The novelty of having a "Live Journal" wears off pretty quick, as I've seen in the past. People get all excited about them at first, then you never update it. Well, if you're reading this - post a damn message and tell me who you are!!! That way I know who NOT to piss off. ;)
j/k
Have fun you crazy kids |
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[Jul. 9th, 2004|05:58 pm] |
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| |  drained | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the grinding of my teeth | ] |
Holy shit this week has been HELL. This is the first time I've sat down pretty much all day. You can expect a massive rant coming soon detailing all the fun adventures I've had this past week at work.
Today was especially hella gay. Screw you guys, I'm going home. |
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| Damn |
[Jun. 25th, 2004|05:27 pm] |
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| |  confused | ] |
I've been pretty busy the past couple of days. Mainly working and trying to find some money to buy Michael's car from him. Monday I've got to see the bank again and give them my application for a loan. Stupid bastards are trying to screw me - I'm sure. Hopefully they'll be nice and actually try to HELP me decide what to do, instead of forcing shit on me.
It's a 1993 Nissan Altima with 168, 000 miles on the odometer. It has a new engine with 15K on it, not sure about the transmission though. That shit would be a pain to replace should it go out. The A/C went out on Michael a while back, and is going to cost around $300-$500 to fix/replace. *sigh* His Dad said he would sell it to me for $2,500. I will ask if he would take less for it, but I suck horribly at negotiating prices. Right now I'm driving the car while they are in Ohio visiting family. This way I can get a better idea if this is the car is worth more debt for me. Don't look at me that way - I still owe money on my 'technical training loan', so what. My goal is to pay for it by next February, when income taxes come back in. We had originally planned on buying a newer car next year anyway, but Michael needs to sell his car before he goes back to college.
The main reason we need another car is for safety and reliability. I don't trust driving my car long distances with Carmen and Juliana, I need something I know won't die when we leave. My car's been very good to me, dont' get me wrong. But driving a little VW isn't the safest place in the world to be - should you get in a wreck. Hopefully everything will work out. Will write more later. |
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[Jun. 16th, 2004|05:58 pm] |
I hate drugs I hate the idea of being under the influence of something you cannot control. I don't drink, smoke pot, or pop pills for shits and giggles. Guess I'm kind of a hypocrite because I smoke cigarettes - and that's a mind altering chemical. Well you get the point. If you had my mindset you might understand this entry better. Oh well, here we go....
Let's go all the way back to Jr. High to High School. I was a good student. Made passing grades and such, but I always wound up getting in trouble for talking to much or drawing in class while the teacher was teaching. Looking back I probably would have made straight A's if I wasn't so distracted all the time and actually listened to the teacher. Kinda sad to think about now, but oh well. The point is all my life everyone told me I didn't pay attention or I was a lazy ass. Truth be told I was working my ass off in school, but it was never good enough.
High School marked a point in my life where I was very depressed and didn't care much about anything. Needless to say I started going to the psychiatrist and therapy, hoping to spring myself out of depression. I was diagnosed with several different disorders, some of which I think are bullshit now: Co-Dependency, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and Depression. Medicine didn't seem to help me any - and regretfully started to hang out with the wrong people. This didn't help my outlook on life at all. These friends basically were heading no where and I was too stupid to see it. I popped a few pills here and there. Smoked a joint one time, but by then I realized that nothing was going to help me. As fate would have I wound up on a church bus trip to Nashville with one of those friends. While we were up there I turned my life over to Jesus, and once we got back I chose to be baptized. I'm not afraid to admit that this turned my life around more than you can ever imagine. Church was the sanctity I had been looking for. As with just about everything I do, I went a little overboard with this. I sometimes found myself preaching to my parents or friends, and it always seemed like I was arguing with somebody. Time passed and I realized that there has to be a safe medium to just about everything I do. The Bible is a very cryptic piece of work, and I don't think anyone will ever truly understand it. I stopped going to church because I didn't have a car, and my parents weren't going to take me.
Senior year I was determined to help myself even more because after school everything I do will affect the rest of my life. I don't remember if it was Senior year or not, but I admitted myself voluntarily to a psychiatric wing of a Hospital to help evaluate myself. I wasn't there but a few weeks, maybe a month - but I remember it helped me a lot. The doctor helped me discover a lot of different things about myself and my behavior. Here I was diagnosed with ADD - Attention Deficit Disorder. Back then, this was a revolution for me. It was like someone turned on a light and I could finally see. Everything started to make sense. I could understand why I behave the way I do. I was prescribed Adderall for ADD. And sadly, like all drugs, this one changed my life.
**Will Finish This Later** |
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| Thought You Would Enjoy This |
[Jun. 10th, 2004|03:43 pm] |
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| |  giddy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | My CoWorker saying "What are you doin" | ] |
I had no intention of getting a cat.
I had every intention of buying a Christmas tree.
This is how it started:
I am home, alone, putting up ornaments in a vain attempt to feel like there is something special about December besides less bums on the street and less BO on the metro.
My first tree. Smells great. Looks pretty good. I tied it to the car myself.
But, it seems to be vibrating. Just slightly.
I reach the center of the tree and feel fur. Now I am not a complete wimp but this is unexpected and scares the shit out of me. So I scream.
And my new cat says "meow".
I named him Scrooge. I think it's a him. I bought him food and a scratching post and litter and the box that comes with it and small fake mice he ignores and I am thinking maybe it will be nice to have a pet that lives longer than my plants.
But he is fucking insane.
He attacks me at every opportunity. People think I am suicidal due to the scratches on my forearms. I own no socks without holes. I can't sleep at night because I know that little fucker is waiting. He sits in the dark, quite and docile. Just when my breathing gets shallow and even and I begin to drift off to peaceful slumber, he attacks.
My feet seem to be his nemesis. And he is relentless.
He likes to wait under the couch when I get home. He waits until I have taken off my shoes and streach my weary toes before jumping out and diggin claws sharper than Gods wit into my flesh.
Then he runs.
And he is fast.
If I am not paying enough attention he will jump to my waist and scale my body like I was Everest until he reaches my shoulder at which point he screams: "Meaow!"
I love him. And I think I am going to kill him.
He has unseen enemies that plauge his existance.
I know because he will run around my apartment in a frenzy careening off of every possible surface. His little eyes wide. His little sphere-shaped head aware of movements in the furnature I cannot perceive. I imagine it is how I would act were you to shove a red-hot coal in my ass and blame it on everything in sight.
When he is actually still long enough for me to pet him, it is only a matter of minutes before his little ears go flat and he grabs my arm. He bites and uses his rear legs to scratch my skin as if it were a lotto ticket.
He is terrified of my basketball. I have no idea what great injustice a simarly looking basketball has done him in his past, but Christ, he hates that thing.
And plugs. He is not afraid of the vaccume (I have no idea how you spell that) but he hates the plug that goes to the wall. I can not afford the electrical tape to satisfy his prejudice.
Sometimes he just stares at me. And I wonder how he is planning my demise.
If I lay on the floor and look at him, he will run full speed and colide with my head. Then he will look at me like I am an asshole and run away. Back to the safety of under my bed where he will wait until I am naked and unprotected to seek his revenge.
If I try to read the paper when I am home he will attack the page. I have no idea what is going on in the world.
I take a shit and he sticks his little arms under the door. He knows I shit when I get home. Its usually quiet in there and this gives me a small heart attack every time. He will run into the bathroom as soon as he hears my key in the door. I have to tease him with a treat and run to close the door before he can get in there with me. This is what I am reduced to.
He is in love with my left work shoe and will defend it with passion every morning. Only the left one. I have no idea why. No other shoe precipitates such adoration from him.
I do not understand this creature.
But I like it when he purrs. I don't know where that sound comes from, but it's great.
He is now in a vicious, losing battle with the string that pulls my window blinds. And there go my blinds. Now, I am sure, he has retreated to under my bed. Only to wait to inflict further dmage to my ravished ankles.
My cat is Paranoid Scitzophrenic. He is Bipolar. Manic Depressive.
Maybe he is a she. Somehow that would make so much more sense.
I love that little fucker, but I think I am going to have to kill him.
Or her. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 9th, 2004|02:43 pm] |
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| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Telehones ringing in my ear | ] |
term1nal fr0st: *sigh*
term1nal fr0st: just got off the phone with a lady trying to download XP Pro Service Pack 1 for Windows 98
BaMoFu: Oooh, reverse Darwinism
term1nal fr0st: yea
BaMoFu: How was that working out for her.
term1nal fr0st: I told her to just bring it in
BaMoFu: That reminds me, I need to do a DOS update for my Silicon Graphics workstation
term1nal fr0st: heh
term1nal fr0st: Should have told her to box the machine up and ship it back to the manufacturer
term1nal fr0st: ID10T error
BaMoFu: But I made it (box it up and ship it to the manufacturer)
term1nal fr0st: I get these moments where i can't say anything
term1nal fr0st: b/c I'm so shocked at their stupidity
term1nal fr0st: that's when they catch on and say, I'm sorry I'm so stupid
term1nal fr0st: I feel like Jesus sometimes, all the repentance I recieve
term1nal fr0st: damn it's lunch time |
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| TGIF |
[Jun. 4th, 2004|05:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  geeky | ] |
| [ | music |
| | AC/DC - Rock And Roll Ain't Noise Pollution | ] |
Friday nights have become a lot less exciting over the past few years. From what I hear, working on Saturdays does that to you. Saturdays are usually pretty quiet here at the shop, especially during the Summer. People should spend more time outside, and less time fucking up their computers. ;)
Michael let me borrow his Xbox this past week, I've mostly been playing Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic. Awesome game, indeed. Even more awesome when you're not playing to finish the game, just screwing around. Lots of different ways to vent my cynicism and gain Dark Side points at the same time. (Looks down at my Imperial logo tattoo) Muhahahahah Oh, and feel free to visit Michael's site: http://web.utk.edu/~mshort/
I've updated my website some, but mostly the forums. If you're not registered, at least register in the forums - so we all know who you are. Almost 6:00 - w00t. Will write more later. |
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