Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Pawel: Don't go downstairs.
Tony: Why?
Pawel: Sister Virginia's on the warpath.
Tony: Speech?
Pawel: Yeah, she said "Tell that Celi boy I'm gonna kill him."
Tony: Hmmmm. Ok.
(3 minutes later)
Tony: What was I supposed to do again?
Sir V: *ahem*
Tony: Uh oh. Errr . . .
Sir V: (mouth hanging open, ready to say something. Creepy)
Tony: Ahhhh . . . I'm invisible! You can't see me! LALALALALA!
Sir V: (the glare) Do you have your permission slip?
Tony: Uhhhhhhh . . . yes.
Sir V: Signed?
Tony: uhhhhh . . .
Sir V: . . .
Tony: . . .
Sir V: . . .
Tony: . . . no.
Sir V: Will you get it signed?
Tony: No.
Sir V: What?
Tony: I mean, of course! (Mental note, do not use this hallway!)
Sir V: And why have you not gone to see Sister Louise?
Tony: uhhhhh . . . Hoit!
Wanted: Anyone that can protect me from Sister Virginia's wrath unholy.
Current Mood: eeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Current Music: eeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
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Tony: Why?
Pawel: Sister Virginia's on the warpath.
Tony: Speech?
Pawel: Yeah, she said "Tell that Celi boy I'm gonna kill him."
Tony: Hmmmm. Ok.
(3 minutes later)
Tony: What was I supposed to do again?
Sir V: *ahem*
Tony: Uh oh. Errr . . .
Sir V: (mouth hanging open, ready to say something. Creepy)
Tony: Ahhhh . . . I'm invisible! You can't see me! LALALALALA!
Sir V: (the glare) Do you have your permission slip?
Tony: Uhhhhhhh . . . yes.
Sir V: Signed?
Tony: uhhhhh . . .
Sir V: . . .
Tony: . . .
Sir V: . . .
Tony: . . . no.
Sir V: Will you get it signed?
Tony: No.
Sir V: What?
Tony: I mean, of course! (Mental note, do not use this hallway!)
Sir V: And why have you not gone to see Sister Louise?
Tony: uhhhhh . . . Hoit!
Wanted: Anyone that can protect me from Sister Virginia's wrath unholy.
Current Mood: eeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Current Music: eeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Monday, March 29, 2004
Ok, feeling better now. Here's a poem:
Glare Obscured
A darkened wall
For darkened lens
Bars not the soul,
But does ascend.
Tangled straight and falling free,
A glimpse of truth, sweet rarity
By which an unmasked eye may see
A vision of true clarity.
For spirit's window shall remain
With curtains drawn,
Serve to abstain
Not sight of the impending dawn
But rather shield what lies within,
With blinds pulled fully tight.
Until with piercing gaze of sin
Is loost the holy light.
To all who hold Disdain's esteem
For such a shade borne low
I ask, "How burns the brilliant beam
When cast through lurking shadow?"
Please, tell me what you interpret it as saying.
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Glare Obscured
A darkened wall
For darkened lens
Bars not the soul,
But does ascend.
Tangled straight and falling free,
A glimpse of truth, sweet rarity
By which an unmasked eye may see
A vision of true clarity.
For spirit's window shall remain
With curtains drawn,
Serve to abstain
Not sight of the impending dawn
But rather shield what lies within,
With blinds pulled fully tight.
Until with piercing gaze of sin
Is loost the holy light.
To all who hold Disdain's esteem
For such a shade borne low
I ask, "How burns the brilliant beam
When cast through lurking shadow?"
Please, tell me what you interpret it as saying.
The good news:
I now have a comment-thingy. Now I can be cool like Merrilee and Pawel. Hooray.
Not-so-good:
The research paper has likely killed my chances for Clark. They will change their minds, reject me, and I will have no future. I really want to die right now.
Yes, I know that makes me the God of all hypocrites, but I don't care. I really would like to die now. I have no useful skills, I've accomplished nothing, and I obviously can't write. I'm utterly useless, a worthless hinderence to society. The only way I could possibly amount to anything would be if I were to burn myself up as fuel to heat a building for real people that are actually accomplishing something. Hooray for me.
Oh, and the video went over pretty well in sociology.
Current Mood: I believe I mentioned my desire to die.
Current Music: I'm not listening to music now, goddamit.
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I now have a comment-thingy. Now I can be cool like Merrilee and Pawel. Hooray.
Not-so-good:
The research paper has likely killed my chances for Clark. They will change their minds, reject me, and I will have no future. I really want to die right now.
Yes, I know that makes me the God of all hypocrites, but I don't care. I really would like to die now. I have no useful skills, I've accomplished nothing, and I obviously can't write. I'm utterly useless, a worthless hinderence to society. The only way I could possibly amount to anything would be if I were to burn myself up as fuel to heat a building for real people that are actually accomplishing something. Hooray for me.
Oh, and the video went over pretty well in sociology.
Current Mood: I believe I mentioned my desire to die.
Current Music: I'm not listening to music now, goddamit.
Sunday, March 28, 2004
Just shot my sociology video, what fun. Hacking up canteloupes and honey dew melons with a katana- good times. Will D makes an excellent pirate, nice working with him.
Duct-tape solves everything. Thank you, Damien.
In other news, I had a lot of fun at the talent show/Battle of the bands, despite my stomach trying to crawl out of my esophogus all night. The Quick Fix was awesome, as always, and Andrew was simply brilliant in Tribute, played by Perverse Psychology. Rich's stand-up was gold, and everything else was good too (I'm too lazy to list everything, Mike has a good voice, Brendan did a great job, so-and-so danced well, bla bla bla. I'm lazy, deal). Sadly, I was bit hoarse the next day, possibly from screaming at a dead parrot in a variety of pitches.
Many hugs were had, a winner is me.
Much stress and conflict the next day, depressed is me.
Much allergies now, want-to-claw-my-eyes-out . . . is me . . .
I was bored, so I started a couple of poems. I haven't writen one in a while. When I find some time (HA!) I'll finish them up and post them. No, they won't be depressing.
Well, off to get work done.
Bai!
Current Mood: Seeking the warm embrace of sweet, sweet death . . . I mean . . . errr . . . no, seeking the warm embrace of sweet, sweet death will do. Have a nice day!
*New*
Current Music: Personally, I can't listen to music and write at the same time. It's one or the other, something has to be tuned out.
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Duct-tape solves everything. Thank you, Damien.
In other news, I had a lot of fun at the talent show/Battle of the bands, despite my stomach trying to crawl out of my esophogus all night. The Quick Fix was awesome, as always, and Andrew was simply brilliant in Tribute, played by Perverse Psychology. Rich's stand-up was gold, and everything else was good too (I'm too lazy to list everything, Mike has a good voice, Brendan did a great job, so-and-so danced well, bla bla bla. I'm lazy, deal). Sadly, I was bit hoarse the next day, possibly from screaming at a dead parrot in a variety of pitches.
Many hugs were had, a winner is me.
Much stress and conflict the next day, depressed is me.
Much allergies now, want-to-claw-my-eyes-out . . . is me . . .
I was bored, so I started a couple of poems. I haven't writen one in a while. When I find some time (HA!) I'll finish them up and post them. No, they won't be depressing.
Well, off to get work done.
Bai!
Current Mood: Seeking the warm embrace of sweet, sweet death . . . I mean . . . errr . . . no, seeking the warm embrace of sweet, sweet death will do. Have a nice day!
*New*
Current Music: Personally, I can't listen to music and write at the same time. It's one or the other, something has to be tuned out.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
A new formula.
For the geek.
The Definitive, Universal Guide to Geeks and Girls.
1.) The Geek will never have the courage to succesfully begin a relationship. This is subject to few exceptions, in which the other party itself is at some level of geek.
2.) The girl that the Geek wants already has a boyfried. This is fact.
3.) Should the Geek actually get the girl, he'll have no idea what do. (Read the first comics of Sexylosers.com for an amusing example. Warning: More sexual than the meaning implied here.)
4.) For the Geek, happiness beyond the realm of fantasy is in itself an illusion. (I.E. You're jolly well fucked in the real world.)
5.) Geeks are usually kind, docile souls. Girls generally prefer Assholes.
6.) Number 5 is one of the world's greatest mysteries.
7.) The boyfriend in number 2 will sometimes turn out to be a pretty cool guy, and the Geek will either make a new friend or fade out of existence.
8.) Restraining orders are a sign that she needs her space.
9.) Under no circumstances . . . is there to be a condition number nine.
10.) When the situation is actually ideal, and the girl the Geek wants actually likes him back . . . the Geek is guaranteed to be completely oblivious to the situation.
Current Mood: I know what you're thinking, and no, nothing happened to spark this.
It's not my usual "reaction" pieces to let out stress, I'm quite calm right now. This is just a little . . . project kicking around in the back of my mind for some time now that I've been wanting to do. That doesn't make it any less accurate, but it isn't scathing, spiteful, or even overly inspired, in the sense that I'm not bitching about anything. That said, the last surving member of the HCHSFTCT shall be off.
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For the geek.
The Definitive, Universal Guide to Geeks and Girls.
1.) The Geek will never have the courage to succesfully begin a relationship. This is subject to few exceptions, in which the other party itself is at some level of geek.
2.) The girl that the Geek wants already has a boyfried. This is fact.
3.) Should the Geek actually get the girl, he'll have no idea what do. (Read the first comics of Sexylosers.com for an amusing example. Warning: More sexual than the meaning implied here.)
4.) For the Geek, happiness beyond the realm of fantasy is in itself an illusion. (I.E. You're jolly well fucked in the real world.)
5.) Geeks are usually kind, docile souls. Girls generally prefer Assholes.
6.) Number 5 is one of the world's greatest mysteries.
7.) The boyfriend in number 2 will sometimes turn out to be a pretty cool guy, and the Geek will either make a new friend or fade out of existence.
8.) Restraining orders are a sign that she needs her space.
9.) Under no circumstances . . . is there to be a condition number nine.
10.) When the situation is actually ideal, and the girl the Geek wants actually likes him back . . . the Geek is guaranteed to be completely oblivious to the situation.
Current Mood: I know what you're thinking, and no, nothing happened to spark this.
It's not my usual "reaction" pieces to let out stress, I'm quite calm right now. This is just a little . . . project kicking around in the back of my mind for some time now that I've been wanting to do. That doesn't make it any less accurate, but it isn't scathing, spiteful, or even overly inspired, in the sense that I'm not bitching about anything. That said, the last surving member of the HCHSFTCT shall be off.
Monday, March 15, 2004
AD 2101
War was beginning.
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DeadWandererSoul: Egad!
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Will g00|)|\|355 triumph?
Find out next week,
Same |337 time,
Same |337 channel!
Current mood: Yeah, I was bored. Come on, I had to put something on for an update!
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War was beginning.
73|-| |337 \/\/4r!
NoQuart3r: p)-(33r |\|07, 4 1 a/\/\ 73)-( 1337 /\/\/-\$73r!!!!!!!!!1111
Auto response from DeadWandererSoul: P|-|34r /\/\y 3\/i| |337.
DeadWandererSoul: Egad!
DeadWandererSoul: Curses!
DeadWandererSoul: Err . . .
DeadWandererSoul: FuX0r, F0i|3|) @g4i|\|!
NoQuart3r: ¥3$!!!!111
DeadWandererSoul: G4444|-| |-| |-|!
NoQuart3r: ©|_||9$3$ F0|9 J00
DeadWandererSoul: |)4/\/\|\| j00, |337 /\/\4573r! |)4/\/\|\| j00!
DeadWandererSoul: Ok, this conversation is so going into my blog.
NoQuart3r: $0|_||\||)$ G00|) 70 /\/\3 (smiley face)
DeadWandererSoul: (smiley face)
Can |337 /\/\4573r truly defeat the 3\/i| |337 of |)4r|< |337 |\|i|\|j4?
Will g00|)|\|355 triumph?
Find out next week,
Same |337 time,
Same |337 channel!
Current mood: Yeah, I was bored. Come on, I had to put something on for an update!
Monday, March 01, 2004
This one is quite tired, that he is.
Regardless, I got some news from El-Stevo.
They've made an Alien versus Predator movie. Man, it's likely going to suck, but I'm still likely going to see it. Few can understand what this movie means. Few appreciate how long the faithful have waited. A concept born in comics and videogames, spawned from two awesome movies, now hits the big screen.
It'll be awful.
But I'll be happy.
And let the curtain rise . . .
I'm not sure what's been happening, or what's in the air, but there seems to be an awful lot of drama lately. As usual, I'll stay neutral and not get involved . . . emotionally or otherwise. I think people are gradually beginning to favor that.
In the meantime, I'm counting the days until I'm free from the hell-hole that is Holyoke Catholic. It's really a shame, how a few otherwise worthless people can make it suck so much. The only solace is that within ten years, I'll be earning much more money than them, and be superior in every single way.
Not that I'm not already, but it's good to be humble.
Actually, I've been thinking of going back to that. Even though it did lead to some irritating Kenshin-isms, "friendly and humble Tony" seemed a little happier than "cocky smart-ass Tony." Maybe I can find a balance, be a little more withdrawn and work on being wise, not flagrant. That's the problem. It's ok to be clever and witty, but I've developed somewhat of an ego and an attitude as of late. While it has its place when fools incur my wrath, it's bad to carry it around all the time. I think I'm better at peace when myself when I'm a little more reserved.
So, I suppose the wanderer has found himself, he has. This one will be going back to his roots, that he is.
Current mood: The quiet river runs deep, and the shallow waters fail to outlast the storm.
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Regardless, I got some news from El-Stevo.
They've made an Alien versus Predator movie. Man, it's likely going to suck, but I'm still likely going to see it. Few can understand what this movie means. Few appreciate how long the faithful have waited. A concept born in comics and videogames, spawned from two awesome movies, now hits the big screen.
It'll be awful.
But I'll be happy.
And let the curtain rise . . .
I'm not sure what's been happening, or what's in the air, but there seems to be an awful lot of drama lately. As usual, I'll stay neutral and not get involved . . . emotionally or otherwise. I think people are gradually beginning to favor that.
In the meantime, I'm counting the days until I'm free from the hell-hole that is Holyoke Catholic. It's really a shame, how a few otherwise worthless people can make it suck so much. The only solace is that within ten years, I'll be earning much more money than them, and be superior in every single way.
Not that I'm not already, but it's good to be humble.
Actually, I've been thinking of going back to that. Even though it did lead to some irritating Kenshin-isms, "friendly and humble Tony" seemed a little happier than "cocky smart-ass Tony." Maybe I can find a balance, be a little more withdrawn and work on being wise, not flagrant. That's the problem. It's ok to be clever and witty, but I've developed somewhat of an ego and an attitude as of late. While it has its place when fools incur my wrath, it's bad to carry it around all the time. I think I'm better at peace when myself when I'm a little more reserved.
So, I suppose the wanderer has found himself, he has. This one will be going back to his roots, that he is.
Current mood: The quiet river runs deep, and the shallow waters fail to outlast the storm.
