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| Saturday, September 10th, 2005 | | 7:22 am |
So I got 3 hours of sleep last night. I slept most of the day. The other part of the day was spent talking to Jeremy about nintendo DS, and drinking a pale of paint thinner with chocolate syrup spooned in. And a paper umbrella. I went to K-Mart on Oakland park the other day, since I was so early for work (see: 1 hour; see also: moron). If you didn't know, Oakland Park is to Broward County, as Hell is to the Bible, or a black person is to a lot of watermelon and fried chicken. Before they let me in to the K-Mart, I was required to show my NAACP member's card. Lacking that, they had to settle for my assuring them I watched every episode of Family Matters throughout the early 90's, until it turned to shit with horrible plot twists (Robo-Urkel, Stephan, Carl Winslow bikini photoshoot), whereupon they finally let me through. Keep in mind though, I had a very angry fat man in a red K-mart blazer with rolls off his forehead that served as a visor, pointing a sawed-off at my head the entire time I was there. But before you dismiss me as a rascist and shun me for my horrible analogies, let me offer you this little tidbit of information: When I was in the parking lot of Pizza Time waiting for Mika to come out of her work, I heard footsteps and screaming from all directions. And rap music. It was 8 oclock at night, so I locked my doors. Gabi started panicking, so I punched her in the eye to calm her down. The rap music got louder, the screaming more gramatically incorrect, until we were surrounded in my car. A slew of small black children (and yes, slew is the proper term for more than one black person) began banging on my windows, and hooting. For fear of my windows cracking, I rolled down my window a bit. Instantly my car was invaded by tiny hands grasping the air wildly and rap music. It's strange, because there was no boom box or music player of any sort in the surrounding area. All I heard were yells for money, and about how their school was so poor they needed money. Also I thought I heard "BRAAAAINS" from one of them as well. They begain to make cat calls at Gabi, deeming her a "sexy bitch". The five year-old with them boasted that he would "tap that" had he been only 3 feet taller. My having just noticed Gabi's presence in my car, I feared for our lives, so I opened my wallet. Instantly the air around us grew silent. The faces of the once sporadic, wild, flailing children were stone solid, and seemed to be staring off into infinity, pondering eternity as their eyes all pointed invisible lines toward my wallet as if it were some sort of occular magnet. I took out 5 singles, and instantly I heard "OOOOOO!!" like the green aliens from Toy Story. One of them told me their school needed 20 dollars. I told him to do something to himself that in most foreign countries, would get all your limbs amputated by penalty of law. The hooting and screaming and rapping began as I gave them the money (ala post Obi Wan's slicing off of Ponda Baba's arm), and when I handed him the last single, they were gone. Not just, walked off into the distance from whence they came. I mean, gone. Poof. Like a mob despawning in EQ, gone. Turned into sparkles and blew off into the wind up into the night sky. The sparkles landed among the celestial sphere and dotted the sky as tiny stars. The remainder of the sparkles flew into the moon, where the face of Amos Fortune appeared to manifest and smile down upon me as I sped off, crying. Okay that went on longer than I expected. I had other things I wanted to type but I have to go to work. If my computer doesn't come today, or at least Nintendogs, I'm going to break someone. Also, I sent a letter to my aunt Yoshiko for the first time since I've been to Japan, and she wrote me back. I really loved everything about that place. It only reinforced my plans of becoming a teacher over there. |
| Friday, September 9th, 2005 | | 8:39 pm |
gotta go to the doctor and have a colonoscopy. But my insurance sucks, so they sent me to this guy.  |
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| 3:43 pm |
this is humiliating. my anxiety is off the scale, and I'm irritated by so much right now. I am not in a good mood. |
| Thursday, September 8th, 2005 | | 7:41 pm |
what the FUCK no one is picking up their phones when I need them to the most. >:O I need'a go to the hospital I think! |
| 1:15 pm |
OUCH i FELL 9: how many times have you given blood?
TheDaruma86: alot
TheDaruma86: very alot
OUCH i FELL 9: hahahaha
TheDaruma86: but never in the times I Shouldnt have
OUCH i FELL 9: like 4 times?
TheDaruma86:more :-I
OUCH i FELL 9: omg
TheDaruma86: once outside the movie theatre for free movie tickets to the matrix
OUCH i FELL 9: well if youre anemic you arent allowed to give blood
TheDaruma86: (I was strapped for cash)
TheDaruma86: once outside wallmart for a bag of Bugles
OUCH i FELL 9:the little test at the beginning where they prick your finger is the anemic test
TheDaruma86: once to a hobo for a pet rock
OUCH i FELL 9:: ahahhaa
TheDaruma86: once to a blood bank for a can of soda and a viewing of Texas Chainsaw masacre
OUCH i FELL 9: i NEED food, i ahvent eaten since 4 pm yesterday
OUCH i FELL 9: jesus phry
TheDaruma86: Another to the bloodbank for a free viewing of independence day and a can of diet dr pepper
OUCH i FELL 9: and like, 10 times in high school
TheDaruma86: once in high school to impress the lady types
OUCH i FELL 9: haaa
TheDaruma86: and I think one other time in the blood bank for a free viewing of Hannible
So I guess I have stomach a bleeding ulcer or something. Gotta see a doctor :-I
This is going to be cool lol. LOL! |
| Tuesday, September 6th, 2005 | | 7:25 am |
Odie, I'm getting Nintendogs cause you're broken. A Nintendog would never let me down the way you do. If I throw a stick, he'll run out and fetch it probably. He won't look at it from a distance, then look at me, then walk away and lay down somewhere. If I call my Nintendog's name, he'll look up from his mathematical calculation he'd been scratching carefully into the hardwood floor and prance over to me happily and maybe, if I play my cards right, won't hump my leg. If I ever called your name like that, Odie, you'd probably flip me the bird if your anatomical structure allowed for such gestures. So that's it, I'm trading in my old Advance Wars game, and sacrificing a goat, and buying Nintendogs. But that's it for a while I promise no more spending. I want to get my new computer so I can test it out. |
| Sunday, September 4th, 2005 | | 3:04 pm |
Map of the World
I was bored so I decided to test my knowledge about the world. It turns out I am more worldly than I thought I was. Take a look: ( here ) |
| Tuesday, August 30th, 2005 | | 2:02 pm |
don't feel like doing an audio
When a crowd sits in front of a performance, they watch and listen and learn. They experience vicariously through spoken word and exuberant gestures what the actors on the stage are experiencing. They're sucked into the actor's world, but only so much that they're thanking the lucky stars that they're not as deep an amount of trouble as the characters in the story. At least that's how it is for most good performances. In Rent, I think the crowd was thanking the lucky stars they weren't in the actual production on stage performing, story aside. That's sort of how I see myself playing things out. Most people would be quick to shun me and tell me how much of life I'm missing. I'd set them straight with my witty, clinching, yet elegantly concise reply: "o."So school's started, and I switched out of that Sexuality of Fruits and Vegetables 1101 farce. I'm now in Astronomy, British Literature, and soon I will be starting Political Science. The teacher we have in literature is this, this man with gray hair and bad teeth and speaks with a hilarious lisp. He's very learned, and very passionate about his readings. He reads old English like it's his second language. He stands up and reads it in front of the class. For those of you unfamiliar with Old English and what its about (I'm going to go out on a limb here and say Chrystine falls into this category), it's a language so cryptic to the modern humans mind, that the brain just reads it as dancing Kirby's. Allow me to demonstrate with this classic line from Chaucer: <(o.o<) (>o.o)> <(o.o)> (>o.o)> <(o.o)>Ah...they just don't turn a phrase like that anymore... He reads Old English to a class that barely has a slippery grasp on current English. He's someone who has as much experience in gaging an audience's reaction as Jay London with both his ocular and auditory organs gouged out. Jesus, how does that guy still get work. But that aside, he seems like someone who really really enjoys what he's doing, and I for one think that that is a huge accomplishment. He's enamored by literature. And as he tells the class this, I hear snickers from some of the students behind me commenting on how he doesn't have a life. I don't let a whole lot piss me off, but that's a line I've heard much too often. "Get a life". Who defines a life other than you, concerning your own? It's only human to look at what you have and then peek at your neighbor and wish. I know this, because I piss in a urinal all the time. But if someone is doing something they enjoy, and they're enjoying life, why should they go out and "Get a life"? Especially one defined on the insulter's terms. From what I've seen, it's these insecure instigators, and the low self esteemed Lemmings who follow them that make up the base of our society. But go ahead and strive for the "life" as defined by your peers, just don't take out your not fitting in on someone who's enjoying life, okay? Now I am guilty of making fun of people who's lifestyles are different from mine, but in all actuality I don't care if your lifestyle involves fucking a watermelon. Just try not to get the pulpy debris on my lawn...you big, gay faggot... As for my astronomy teacher, not much could be said about him. He's...well he's foreign. Time to wrap it up. Current Mood:  contemplative |
| Sunday, August 28th, 2005 | | 12:57 pm |
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| Thursday, August 25th, 2005 | | 8:22 am |
sooo, after finding out that i spent about 150 dollars on ram that wont fit into my computer, i now cannot turn my computer on without it beeping 3 times at me and telling me it's not getting any input to the monitor, and...also it doesn't load up. So it's fucked and I'm not going to be able to go on for a while LOL! So if you wanna get a hold of me my number is 954-328-3221. If you have any info on wtf my computer is doing, or if Gateway accepts trade-ins toward upgrades, you can tell me. I'm going to be surviving by the light of my Nintendo DS and Gamecube, while nibbling on Better Cheddars and crying. Yesterday was the most stressful day I've had in months. I don't stress about anything. Ever. But if I can't get my computer to work, then the aura of calmness and content I've built around me turns into Carrot Top with Down's Syndrome. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think my sister's computer has 900 worms and viruses on it, and I actually might be catching something from it. |
| Monday, August 22nd, 2005 | | 9:47 pm |
A cartoon of my day can be viewed here. Enjoy. |
| Thursday, August 18th, 2005 | | 1:10 pm |
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| Wednesday, August 17th, 2005 | | 3:31 pm |
 i tried to scan it but my hand woulndt come off the package. o. |
| Thursday, August 11th, 2005 | | 5:36 pm |
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| Wednesday, August 10th, 2005 | | 7:20 pm |
Comix time lol
AM i RITE FLKS: i jsut got an invoice that says my 3D card is on a fed-ex truck here in yuba city AM i RITE FLKS: :O AM i RITE FLKS: I'll be jumping from a 64 meg card to a 256 meg card AM i RITE FLKS: my boner will be jumping from 0 to 200 inches AM i RITE FLKS: in t-minus 2 hours TheDaruma86: man. TheDaruma86: Im jealous :-(.. ( Nu Comic ) |
| Monday, August 8th, 2005 | | 7:40 pm |
MAKING A CLUB
MAKING A CLUB CALLED THE "MAKE THIS FACE OR GTFO" CLUB WHERE YOU HAVE TO MAKE THIS FACE:  SUBMIT YOUR PICTURE HERE AS YOUR APPLICATION. Anything else will not do. Words will not be read. |
| 12:20 pm |
shady internet: Dar!! TheDaruma86: ya shady internet: Hello! TheDaruma86: hi shady internet: I need to get dresssssssssssed. TheDaruma86: for what? shady internet: for success. TheDaruma86: oh shady internet: duh. TheDaruma86: ahgjahhahahhahaah TheDaruma86: where the hell did you hear that line TheDaruma86: "dressed for success" TheDaruma86: sounds like something a private school woudl use to enforce the 'coolness' factor of it's dress code. TheDaruma86: "Kids, we're going to be dressing for successing this coming monday" TheDaruma86: "So don't forget to wear your pink striped learning outfits" TheDaruma86: "and dress for success" TheDaruma86: "And today for the hot lunch menu, we're having Calibaster Oil and load chips." TheDaruma86: "of success" TheDaruma86: "One chocolate milk, calibaster oil, and load chips of success please" TheDaruma86: ::slops it onto student's plate:: TheDaruma86: ::shoves tray down to register:: TheDaruma86: ::bug crawls out of calibaster oil:: shady internet signed off at 12:18:51 PM. TheDaruma86: AW Previous message was not received by shady internet because of error: User shady internet is not available. |
| Sunday, August 7th, 2005 | | 6:40 am |
OH, MAN. I -really- have to stop drinking so much melon aid. I think I have a serious problem. |
| Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005 | | 6:25 pm |
This is a big one...
So big in fact, that I've taken the liberty of supplying an audio file to help those struggling readers sound out the really hard words. Courtesy of Jeremy. ( plz ) |
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