A SHED OF SELF-PITY

t3h m3m3

2006-11-06T01:33:38Z

1. I'll respond with something random about you.

2. I'll challenge you to try something.

3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.

4. I'll tell you something I like about you.

5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.

6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.

7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.

8. You're gonna put this on yer jernal if I do it fer you.

Hello, seldom seen journal! The Earth says hello!

2006-10-26T02:57:40Z

Hello, my diabolical post-reading mutants, or my good friends. I have returned from that hellhole which is the Not-Internet, which always pisses me off. So, anyway, let's get crakin' with something.Type your cut contents here.For many years, centuries, and stuff, people have used the word "crap". Why do we use it? What is its purpose? And who discovered it? Well, we'll find out.

Our quest for knowlege begins in the year -29. Yes, this was in a paralell universe. Shut up. I'm a genius, and you're knot, unless you argh. Then whatever. Anyway, a dude named Francis McBull was resting under a PARALELL tree one day. He was eating an apple, and it fell up. He shrugged and went to his PARALELL house down the PARALELL street. PARALELLELY.

He stumbled upon a man by the name of Ceaser Crapsher. He was a bit of an asshole, and when Francis bumped into Ceaser, he started flipping out. And he eventually hit Francis. His punch was so PA- shh. SO FREAKIN' TOUGH, he melded with Francis. For whatever reason, many passerby called the Francis-Ceaser mutant "Bull-Crap"

END PART ONE

Gawd Damnit.

2006-10-08T00:20:44Z

Which Website are You?

FUCK.

So, today, Saturday, was soccer game day for my two younger siblings. One at 1:00 PM and one at...9:00 Am.

The earlier one, 9:00, was my sister's, Emily. The thing about it? The referee was a dickhead. He called a foul when someone on the other team TRIPPED, and didn't call one when some bitch on the other team rammed into one of my sister's teammates. They lost, needless to say.

So, between games, Emily's friend's mom, Heidi, invited us to lunch with her at Topper's pizza. It was good, and we had a good time. I cleared a few levels on Metal Slug while everyone else was talking. If you don't know, I love Metal Slug, and arcade games in general. I need to find a good arcade-type place one of these days..

Finally, we get to my brother's game. Two things about this one. One, the ref sucked on this one too. Not as bad as the one on the previous game. The one on the previous game was fucking biased. The one for this game, however, was just fucking stupid. He would call random stuff, and just spend three minutes deciding on a THROW IN, which, if you're not into soccer, should only take about two seconds. It was fucking dumb.

Second: Unfortuanetly, somehow, a mentally challenged kid named Alec got onto my bro's team. I don't have any idea why, but they stuck this kid in for the entire game. Now, I have nothing against...retarded kids, for lack of a better term, but at least take him out for a quarter. All he did, and I am not exaggerating one bit, ALL HE DID, was stand in the exact same spot, right in the middle of the field. And if the ball went past, him, he'd just watch it go by. Woosh.

But, we won. Woo.

All in all, it was a good soccer day, even though it had its faults.

The convienent truth is

2006-10-06T23:10:23Z

So, today was cancer day at our school. Donate, walk, all that. Something cool we got to do was sign the posters on the fence by the volleyball courts. You know, "I'll Miss You", "Get Well Soon", that stuff. My grandfather died of lung cancer, so I had a specific message for him.

So I check out the other posters, and guess what I see? "I like pie" "Matt likes pudding" "Why does Matt like pudding?" "What kind of pudding?" "Is it chocolate?"

I complained to my friend Shayna the entire walk. Ranted, blah, blah. I cannot stand people who think so lowly of things like this.

But the above messages don't anger me.

Guess what I saw on one poster?

"I'm healthy"

Good for you.

We're talking about people who are suffering right now.

So shut the fuck up.

Some Days Just Suck

2006-10-04T00:38:43Z

So, my math class is a Standard class. For anyone not enrolled in a California school, Standard classes are generally full of COMPLETE FORKING RETARDS

Anyway, my math teacher is teaching her lesson, and she mentions that her father was in the hospital, courtesy one heart attack. The dumbest asswipe in the fucking class makes HEART ATTACK NOISES.

Ugh. Some people need to die.

On a horrid note, my friend's grandfather died today. She was moping for the entire P.E period, but I found out what had happened from my gym teacher, and she didn't talk to me about it. She later apologized at lunch. She seemed her regular self (really really goofy), but I could tell she was feeling like shit.

Some days just suck.

Fuck America

2006-10-02T22:28:58Z

YEAH I FINALLY FOUND SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT

Okay, okay. To start off, MHG posted a video today on her LJ. It was a video of a guy going around, holding a sign up that said "free hugs". And he actually gave out free hugs. Now, I know this isn't the point of the video, or at least, it prolly isn't, but it got me thinking-

We can't trust each other.

Now, I'm saying in the title: Fuck America. Now, this doesen't mean it doesen't happen anywhere else, but I'm seeing the majority of it here. It's what I see.

But it pisses me off that I can't trust a guy who probably just wants to make people feel better. And do you know why I can't trust him? Because he could be a creepy guy who likes to touch 13 year olds. He could be a theif. He could have some negative reason for wanting to hug people. It's a fucking HUG. And I'm suspicious. Because of everything in the news, everything I hear about creepy people snatching kids, or theives, or something like that.

But there are people out there, like this guy, who has a good reason for it, and actually wants to make people feel better. But I wouldn't trust my next door neighbor if he gave us something, because I can't trust him, because we've never even talked.

I wish we could trust everyone we meet on the street. Why can't we? It's because something is influencing negative thoughts. I don't know what it is, but it has to be something, and I want it to stop. It's making me mad. What the hell do we need to be suspicious over? I wish I knew what is influencing people to steal, people to...be creepy fucking pedophiles over. If anyone knows what the hell is influencing these suspicions, and these negative thought, please, for the love of whoever the fuck is up ther, TELL ME.

A blaze of green, rectangular glory

2006-10-02T18:07:39Z

I REALIZED I NEVER UPDARTE THIS THING. WHY?

BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY HAVE A LIFE TO TALK ABOUT.

I don't have any idea why I even made this. Hum. Oh yeah! I think it was to comment on other juys' journals. Maybe I'll actually use it sometime, when something interesting happens.

Nein II Leven

2006-09-12T01:44:25Z

You know, I wouldn't make such a big deal about it, the familes that lost loved ones are just gonna turn on CNN and cry.

But yeah. Moment of silence.

DAMN YOU EVERYTHING FOR MAKING ME HAVE THIS MISERABLE PROGRAM

2006-09-08T03:39:20Z

AFTER EFFECTS SUCKS

I WANT FLASH NOW.

Come the fuck on, school..

2006-08-28T00:58:13Z

I want something to do besides COMPUTER WORK. Plus..I just want school to start.

HURRY THE FUCK UP, school.

Feeling like shit.

2006-08-23T20:29:03Z

But what else is new. Aghlr.

Nothing doing, as usual. I don't even know why I'm posting right now. What the hell am I doing?

Work sucks

2006-08-20T02:03:41Z

I mean, work really sucks. I hate it.

Yet in the long run, it's good for me.

Eh. Don't gots nothin' else to do.

Ugh.

2006-08-17T23:42:06Z

My humor level latley has been at an all time low. I can't be funny for some reason.

Oh well.

I'll bounce back.

And Clock Radio. If you don't have it, get it, because it's good.

I'm tired.

I have been for the last week.

Aren't vacations supposed to help you recover?

Yuss.

2006-08-16T00:27:46Z

Birdhouse'd!

Yeah, just theme'd my LJ around Birdhouse In Your Soul.

It makes me a happy LJ.

Oh, and Bonus Stage RP.

Go.

http://community.livejournal.com/bonus_stage_rp/profile

Revived lawl

2006-08-15T03:28:08Z

Yeah, thought I'd start the LJ again. Wooooooo for LJ.

It's a bit more easy to manage than my hosted blog, although my hosted blog looks cooler.

Whatever.

I like LJ better. Don't tell...my blog that.

But I like it better.

Clan's fucking retarded

2006-06-01T00:26:44Z

Well, Clan rHrN is a fucking retard. Yeah. Just wanted to let you know.

So I looked into the fact that I could be the weirdest person in the school I go to, and basically, all these dickhead popular people tell me I'm a faggot, 'n stuff. But oh well. So yeah, I'm listening to those stupid lessons I learned as a three year old, and not acting like a dickhead. Yeah, I'm a bit pissed right now.

OOOOOOOOOOOOh....

2006-05-28T18:52:07Z

That Jello B....he's being a prick right now. UUUUUUGH.
But we won't get into that.

...MAN! I can't write anything! I'm too pissed!

BLAAAARRRRRRFG.

I am a happy LJ!

2006-05-28T05:56:07Z

It's not going to be fun explaining who I am. I mean, most of the people who read this are probably already knowing who I am, or at least, of my existence on earth, or maybe my favorite type of pant. NONE OF THE LESS!
I am Rusty.
I am a person.
Who is a dude.
And yes.
I am homosexual.
NOT!
Just foolin.
Or am I?
Nope, I'm not GHAY.
What?
Huh?
Oh yeah.
Authentic Mexican food is reel greasy. Huh.