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[Apr. 25th, 2005|12:18 am] |
OMG I'M SO FUCKING OBSESSED WITH THE NEW KANYE WEST LEAK I HAVE, JON BRION AND HIM = MUSICAL ORGASM.
diamonds are forever is the new single, you will cream when you hear it on the radio in about a month or so.
or maybe on my myspace if i decide to put that shit up and waste my bandwidth >:( |
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[Apr. 13th, 2005|05:41 pm] |
I'd like to apologize to anyone I've been cold to recently or anyone I may be cold to in the future. There's a lot of shit going on in my life right now, so I'll ask that you all please resist the temptation to be self-centered and ask me what you've done wrong or why I'm mad at you. I know it's cliche, but seriously, it's not you, it's me. One of my biggest personality flaws is my inability to ask for help or support from the people i care about and, as a result, especially when lots of bad things happen to me at once, i get frusterated and angry at the entire world. Right now, that frusteration is at an unprecedented level, as today during 6th period, i was so inexplicably angry i couldn't focus enough to remember my lines from a script i've had memorized for at least 3 weeks now.
so yeah, sorry :( |
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| Regression. |
[Apr. 9th, 2005|01:58 am] |
ahahahhahaha
i'm stoned and listening to the get up kids! hellloooooooo 7th grade! |
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[Mar. 19th, 2005|07:34 am] |
YOU FUCKERS BETTER ALL COME TO MY FUCKING PARTY TONIGHT
5343 Lemp Ave
MAPQUEST IT OR CALL [512-9480]
9:00 P
yerrrrrrrr |
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[Mar. 11th, 2005|12:33 am] |
I just went for a walk and found a stray kitten that looked like kind of like a Serval and i was really excited because I always wanted a Serval and I thought it'd be tight, like if I raised this stray kitten (I keep saying kitten but it was like 6 months old probably) into my own miniature Serval, but my cat didn't like the stray and they hissed at each other and MiniServal had sharp claws and would've tore my fat Russian cat up so I could keep my Serval and now I'm depressed because I think the US's exotic animal laws may prevent me from ever having a Serval of my own and I fucking love Servals so that shit sucks
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[Mar. 8th, 2005|10:47 pm] |
This will probably be the umpteen-billionth entry about the riot at my school today but I have friends in Chicago so ha HA! This news is about to break national, baby!
Ahem, sorry.
So yeah, there was a massive riot at my school that involved about 300 kids, though it's been reported to involve close to double that amount...but fuck it, they weren't there. It all started during nutrition (15 minute mini-lunch period in the morning), when this one Armenian and this one Mexican kid got in a fight and, like always, the armenian's homies jumped in on that shit like cowards. Fortunately, that got stopped pretty quick and it didn't get toa chance to turn into an all out brawl, which can get pretty bad. Unfortunately, when lunch rolled around, it became 20x worse. I look up from talking to this girl and I just see a motherfucking Hispanic Exodus. Not to be racist, but like, the kids were walking towards the place where the Armenian's kick it like they were crossing the Rio Grande or some shit; they had that determined look on their faces. I just go "Oh shit," and run over to find my hispanic homies, but by the time i get there, the two groups had already met. Like face to fucking face. I guess they took Colonel Prescott's advice and didn't start shit until they saw the whites of their eyes.
All of the sudden the whole fucking campus erupts in a brawl. I saw Mrs Cruz (our fat ass principle) leap over two benches with a radio in her hand calling all the security and counselors out to stop that shit. The campus police officer comes by and arrests some kid which allowed the counselors enough space and time to form a line between the two groups. As soon as the cop turns his back, this loud mouthed Mexican girl started walking up and screaming some shit at one of the Armenians. Motherfucker, picks up one of the huge ass trash cans we have at our school and smashes it on the girls head.
All of the sudden, panda-fucking-monium. Punches start getting thrown again, and the mexicans start hurling rocks and full milk cartons at the armenians. The armenians start throwing bottles, in addition to the rocks and milk cartons. I witnessed armenians and mexicans gripping belts, tennis rackets, and lighters getting down. And throughout all this, there is only one armed officer and he calls for backup while arresting the kid that threw the trash can. The weird thing about my school is that the blacks, even the gang members, are really well behaved and never get involved in fights, so I was chilling with them watching this shit happened figuring it would never make it over here, especially because if a kid punched the wrong one of us, he could be dead the next day.
Well, I figured wrong and watched myself being proved a fool as the Armenians hurled two milk cartons at some hispanics and missed. The cartons smashed into the ground, spraying milk all over the black kids and their $250 outfits (Err Force Ones aint free, nukka). Never in my life have I heard "OH HELL NO!" at such a momentous volume. And now every gang/clique/crew in the school was going at it. About three minutes after this, a lone squad car arrives. I guess dispatch didn't understand the severity of the situation. The counselors open the front gate to school to let the police in and all of the sudden, half the fucking school runs out the front gate and now the riot has spilled out on to the street - a fucking major street (Oxnard). By this time, I had had enough and decided it was time to get the hell out of there and into my classroom. Not only was I attempted to be brought into custody twice in this effort, (What racial profiling?) but when i got into the building where my class was, there was a fight in the hallway, so I was shooed out by some counselor. I go around the other side and see another fight in the bungalows (back area of our school), and then turn around and just bust through the way i originally intended to go.
When I get to my class and everybody is looking out our windows at the courtyard as the chaos apparently dwindled down. In actuality, there were still fights going on outside on Oxnard (or so I've heard). Either way, i sit down and an announcement comes on telling us that the school will be on lockdown until further notice. What this means is the classroom doors are locked and no one is allowed leave, not even to go to the bathroom, and the building doors are locked as well. We remained on lock down for more than THREE HOURS, keeping us well after school and almost entirely in the dark about what was going on. When we were let out (One fucking classroom at a time, jesus) we got to witness exactly how out of hand the fight had gotten. We walked out the front gates through a path facilitated by parallel lines of policemen in Light Riot Gear, batons and bean bag rifles ready, holding back these massive swarms of worried parents and students (not physically, like there was a struggle or anything, just keeping the peace i suppose). Every squad car in the precinct had been called in, including the fucking PARKING ENFORCEMENT. Three helicopters circled over head, all the local news was there, and all i could think, honestly, was fucking god damn it I need a cig.
The news reports for this shit were ridiculous. The only one i can show is this one online and its PC sugar-coated bullshit.
In the end, as confirmed by numerous student sources (and probably confirmed by the Newspaper tommorrow [god i hate local tv news]) five kids and one police officer had to be rushed to the hospital for injuries incurred during the riot. Others were treated on site or not treated at all (you must assume alot of them ran off).
Dana took really good pictures of the riot after the brawls had stopped which should, in addition to my account, be more than enough to allow you to imagine the shit that happened. These aren't all the pics, but the ones that I thought were the best.
( LJ CUT. Click, You Won't Be Disappointed ) |
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[Mar. 7th, 2005|11:22 pm] |
Posted this as a comment one of Dana's entries and figured i should tell everyone:
My brain has exploded and the shrapnel that escaped the skull seems to have been reason and logic, so please excuse my retardation for about a week while I comb through the mental fallout. |
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| Memo |
[Feb. 23rd, 2005|08:38 pm] |
Body Wide Memorandum
TO: Penis
FROM: Central Nervous System, Brain
RE: Chain of Command
CC: Testicles, Lymph Nodes, Prostate, Vas Deferens, Cowpers Gland
It would be greatly appreciated if all body parts complied with the Brain-issued ban on "hook-ups". The ban was issued for a reason and the past has evidenced this. Surely we all recall months ago when the heart sustained major damage due to "certain body parts" disregard for this ban. Recently, this ban has been tested and circumvented a considerable amount of times under the guise of something "being in the process" and therefor not being considered a hook-up. As of yet, this has not yielded any significant damage to the heart, however, as a preventative measure, the language of the ban has been cleared up. From this date forth, hook-ups will include any sex act not done in a romantic relationship, the keyword being relationship. "Friends with benefits" or anything like that is not considered a relationship. Failure to comply with this edict will result in termination. Thank you for your cooperation. |
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| Les mamans du football sont chattes prétentieuses. |
[Feb. 21st, 2005|10:03 pm] |
OK THIS IS THE LAST FUCKING STRAW. IF I SEE ONE MORE FUCKING ANTI-SMOKING ADS DURING TIME WITH MY FAMILY I'LL FUCKING MURDER SOMEBODY. ITS LEGAL IN THE UNITED STATES. SPEND SOME OF THAT FUCKING MONEY ON ANTI RAPE ADS OR SOME BULLSHIT.
"HAY DUDE, DID YOU KNOW CIGARETTE SMOKE IS ADDICTIVE? DID YOU KNOW IT WAS DEADLY?"
"FUCK NO, I THOUGHT IT WAS MADE OUT OF LOLIPOPS AND PUPPY KISSES AND IT WOULD MAKE MY HEART BETTERERERERERERER."
I SMOKE. I KNOW ITS BAD FOR ME. I DON'T NEED FAGGOTY WHITE SOCCER MOMS LOBBYING TO CHANGE MY MIND AND I DEFINITELY DON'T NEED AWKWARD GLANCES FROM MY PARENTS WHENEVER THE FUCK I WATCH TELEVISION WITH THEM BECAUSE OF THEIR QUEER FUCKING ADS.
CAPSLOCK BITCHES. |
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[Feb. 21st, 2005|09:00 pm] |
I really love how clear signals get muddled so quickly. Or at least crossed.
Hunter S Thompson committed suicide today which fucking sucks. One of my influences.
I would write more but it would just be another emo rant...plus 24 is on now.
PACE BITCHES, I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON JACK BAUER TO STAY THE SAMESSSSSSSSSS.
vague emo post, fuck being direct. |
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| Ces larmes sont exprimées par la colère. |
[Feb. 16th, 2005|09:40 pm] |
| [ | Moods are for fags |
| |  i really don't know | ] |
| [ | Music is fucking stupid |
| | Madlib - Power 106 Friday Night Flavors Set | ] |
Obligitory post-valentines day emo reconsiliation.
So theres really alot going on in my life and since i'm ridiculously codependent and without a girl (or a fee as you fucking cali retards put it) I'm really very very very lost. I really have no idea what i'm doing, both scholastically and personally.
First of all, guess i'm going to community college. Or at least not a UC. Theres still a chance I'll get accepted into a CalState but really, whats the use; that's not where i want to be. My only hope for a halfway decent, non humiliating education is out of state wherein i would have to use my race to my advantage in everyway possible and basically cry on the phone or some shit, because at the beginning of the year everyone and their moms convinced me that i didn't really want to apply out of state because "The UCs are the greatest state college system since sliced bread" and "you really can't afford to go out of state". And they're right, I really can't afford to go out of state. My father makes enough money annually to keep me from being legally poor but not nearly enough to put me through college, especially when he buys big screen TVs, Toaster Ovens, and other electronics everytime he has money. HE HAS THREE PDAs BUT HAS NO BUSINESS, NO REAL JOB. He's a fucking actor. He uses the PDAs to play Bejeweled on the shitter, nothing more, i swear to god. But its ok, they only cost him 5 bills.
I swear to god if i ever become as retarded with money as my father, i'll kill myself. For five years he had a job that paid him close to $200,000 and he didn't save any of it. If my mother didn't steal money from him, our "family" would not have a house or a car (i put family in quotes since my mother has divorced my father and shes the one with the house and car paid off. I swear to god he speant all his money on coke and white women. He has this stupid facination with blondes and i want to stab him sometimes because hes the least black person i know, his only ghetto quality being his looseness with money and drug addiction. Fuck afro-centricity, i'm a motherfucking hater.
What is our fixation with light-skinned females, nice clothes, and PIMPED OUT RIDES? I shouldn't say our since i embody none of these qualities. Motherfuckers, i give two shits if my "kicks" are clean and I walk whenever I can. I don't drive to school or back and i don't want to. As for light-skinned women, I don't have a fixation with them, they have a fixation with me and sorry if that came out cocky because it tottally fucking wasn't its just i dunno...I've dated every race in the fucking world but still the white girls out number the blacks and that scares the shit out of me, if only because it reminds me of my father. And its not that hes a terrible person nor is it that theres anything at all wrong with white girls, I just really don't want to be him. I have sooooooooo much love for white girls, mainly because i'm not a loud person at all or a very public person, and white girls are only fucking nutso and bitchy in private and black girls tend to "put you on blast" and i'm so fucking tired of that shit its not even funny. And its not just black girls its this whole bullshit "U GOT SERVED!", 8 Mile generation. Everything is a rap battle now, its fucking novelty. "Aww snaps nigga, that dude just looked at you funny, you gonna take that?" It's like a uphill pissing contest: even if you do win, everyone still has piss all over their ERRR FORCE ONEZ and shit them thangs was custom made for like three bills. Who do I punch?
(That was the worst simlie ever.)
Secondly, my personal life is way out of control. My last relationship, I think, fucked me up alot because I dunno, it went really fast, and so now i'm being so careful and shielded that I think i'm fucking things up. Like i'm not even feeling that... "je ne sais quoi" when i kiss...i mean i do but...the moments aren't there or they don't stay, they're transient. Thats exactly what it is actually, theres no permanence or transferrance of romance from day to day. One day i'll make a connection the next it'll be like it never happened or something.
Like everything was just a flirtation.
That's not what I want, not what i'm looking for. Fuck one night stands, hook ups, and all that shit, i'm TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OLD. Or maybe too stupid. I want relationships that mean something, relationships not built on sexuality, but at the same time, with out that as the driving force, its hard. This must be how the jesus freaks feel.
Right now, i sort of feel something for somebody but its really not at that 100% sure shit, not at that natural coexistance level yet and so I dunno. At the same time, I feel restricted. Like I get somewhat guilty whenever I flirt or like check out other girls and shit, or when they like hit on me somepart of me feels like "gah i'm taken, i don't want you!". How freaky is that? I'm going to be a bomb husband, I can't even cheat on my non girlfriend lmao. I don't know if its a sign of how much I really care for her and how blind and oblivious I am to my own feelings at this point, or if its my stupid fucking codependance and general retardation again.
I wish i could be more direct with ALL of this shit, but really, to be direct you have to have confidence, which i usually have shitloads of but this total loss of control has really diminished it. BOOST MY EGO FUCKERS, BOOST IT GOOD!
PS: Congrats if you read all of this, it doesn't really make a whole lot of sense (especially the white girl shit, which seriously is nothing, its more beef i have with my dad and how fake and childish he is sometimes which i will explain if need be. Its personal neurosieseseseseisejsiejsiejsiejsiej)
PPS: This is the result of me wanting to RARGHHA HULK SMASH! everything in sight, so ummm, ya |
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| Victoire! |
[Feb. 6th, 2005|07:45 pm] |
PATRIOTS BITCHES!
$50 BITCHES!
EMERALD CASHEWS BITCHES!
SANTA CLAUSE UNICORN EASTER BUNNY COMMERCIAL ORGY BITCHES!
That is all. |
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| Je ris sur l'Internet ce soir. |
[Jan. 31st, 2005|06:04 pm] |
| [ | Moods are for fags |
| |  i just came...in bed. | ] |
| [ | Music is fucking stupid |
| | Ben Folds - Landed | ] |
[17:56] Nathan Young: i know you've probably been told this, but you should spin techno or hip hop or something
[17:56] DJ Simard: lol whyy my name?
[17:56] Nathan Young: yuh huh
[17:56] DJ Simard: lolol
[17:56] Nathan Young: its kind of cool
[17:56] Nathan Young: can i steal it and use it
[17:56] DJ Simard: my nme?
[17:56] DJ Simard: i HATE my name
[17:57] Nathan Young: no but itd be awesome
[17:57] Nathan Young: and then if i got famouse
[17:57] DJ Simard: lol yeah
[17:57] Nathan Young: i'd be the REAL dj simard
[17:57] Nathan Young: you'd be some poser
[17:57] Nathan Young: and you'd be like
[17:57] Nathan Young: but its my name....:(
[17:57] DJ Simard: ha sadness
[17:57] Nathan Young: people wouldn't care and no one believe you
[17:57] DJ Simard: sad!
[17:58] Nathan Young: but then id come to your city and play a show
[17:58] Nathan Young: and then id call you on stage
[17:58] Nathan Young: and explain everything
[17:58] Nathan Young: and all your friends and everyone that ever doubted you would be like shit, she aint no poser, shes cool as shit
[17:59] Nathan Young: this is a good story
[17:59] Nathan Young: it could be a movie
[17:59] DJ Simard: lol
[17:59] DJ Simard: really?
[17:59] Nathan Young: it wouldn't be a good movie
[17:59] Nathan Young: OH WAIT
[17:59] Nathan Young: i know how to make it a movie i could sell
[17:59] Nathan Young: you hate me for it
[17:59] Nathan Young: but then as you meet me we fall in love
[18:00] Nathan Young: seriously
[18:00] Nathan Young: this like fits the romantic comedy formula perfectly
[18:00] Nathan Young: me the black hip hopper from the hood, you the white business woman
[18:00] Nathan Young: it would never work
[18:00] Nathan Young: but forces conspired to bring us together
[18:00] DJ Simard: i have an ugly last name
[18:01] Nathan Young: and love each other
[18:01] Nathan Young: i could change it
[18:01] Nathan Young: but thats a rockin movie lol
[18:01] Nathan Young: its like that Lisa Kudrow movie that nobody saw
[18:01] DJ Simard: yeahh word
[18:01] Nathan Young: gah amazing
PS: The new ben folds single is amazing.
PPS: That fortune cookie game doesn't work with random thoughts in your head [see mood] |
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| C'est trop baiser drôle! |
[Jan. 31st, 2005|05:24 pm] |
Katie took this fucking awesome picture of me and nick weinbach.
Yes nicky weinbach somehow ended up at a stoner rock show... and if you don't know who he is...ummm whatever i'm drunk as fuck and wearing a fur coat.
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| Aléatoire |
[Jan. 12th, 2005|11:58 pm] |
This is the first worthless entry ever but oh well i just needed to say...
you are either a record nerd or not a scenester at
all. you are the coolest of the bunch. bravo,
dude.
what type of lame scenester are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
OH THANK GOD. |
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| Zut alors! Pourquoi est-ce que j'échoue toujours? |
[Jan. 12th, 2005|09:34 pm] |
| [ | Moods are for fags |
| |  really fucking sad | ] |
| [ | Music is fucking stupid |
| | Nas - The Flyest Angel | ] |
I really hurt somebody I didn't want to hurt last night and now I'm paying for it today. I've had an exhausting conversation with one the most important people in my life and it seems she thinks i've changed after last night and...Everything i say after this would just be emo drivle so read my mood...its a pretty accurate description of my life as i'm sure the stress of potentially losing her will engulf my being.
For now enjoy an untitled poem i typed into my cell phone as I went to the bathroom, drove to the grocery store and shopped.
You heard right, i typed a poem into my phone while driving. I'm really glad i didn't kill anyone.
Untitled
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Battery Park Oakleys on as i watch a shimmering beacon of sex collapse upon itself in an act of self-help, help self, self-righteousness, right just this night won't allow for tragedy. See, she spent her last 50 bucks on a half ounce of shwag and isn't it just perfect how things worked out? She sits alone, back to self-conciousness, cuz that little slut never did her no good, and now her head's in the oven and her soul is in the kitchen sink and now everybody's fasting cuz who don't respect a starving artist. It's her and her self-sublimities and everybody else is me me me, an echo through a corridor, a ripple in her satin sheets and self self self: I am a starving artist. |
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| Moins de même chose |
[Jan. 1st, 2005|04:44 pm] |
| [ | Moods are for fags |
| |  MUCH BETTER | ] |
| [ | Music is fucking stupid |
| | Death Cab for Cutie - The New Year | ] |
SO THIS IS THE NEW YEAR
AND I FEEL PRETTY DIFFERENT
Last night was exactly what I needed to motivate me out of the complacency I had somehow fallen into. What I had planned for New Years didn't work out the way it was planned and for once, I was fine with that. You see, I have a rather large problem with taking things the wrong way, taking things to heart that were said in passing, and truly holding a grudge against people for whatever innocuous act or phrase they muttered about me. What especially irks me is when theres an agreement on what's supposed to happen and then it is ignored, or quickly excused out of existence with a barrage of "I'm really sorry"s and "It's not that i don't want to man, its that I can't"s. I have really bad control issues, and i dunno, when that kind of shit happens, i guess i just feel abandoned and i never really trust the person again. It's really bizarre. And since everyone i know has done it at least once, i find myself not really trusting anyone and becoming self-absorbed and quiet. But New Years was different, and hopefully, this new year will be different as well.
There was supposed to be a party. There wasn't. There was, instead, a bottle of Bacardi 151, Alizé, and Berry Skyy, about an 8th of sticky and a half 8th of really high grade kush that i brought. Add all those substances and bunch of really fucking awesome people (EXCEPT FOR WHICHEVER OF YOU RANDOM STONER FUCKS STOLE MY PIECE) and you get a really great New Years. Since that party got busted or something a lot of people migrated from there to my homie Ronald's house. His mom and dad were drunk and dancing to whatever that mexican music is called (LA RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)and welcomed everyone into the house with open arms. We chilled and danced and ate and drank and smoked at it was chill as fuck for forever. And then we all got kicked out 10 minutes before the countdown. For awhile we were afraid we'd spend our new years in his complex's Laundry room. We ended up being taken in by his crazy old black neighbor who was dancing to Nelly and Notorious BIG, despite being over 70 years old. She also drank some of our Bacardi 151.
I ended up sharing my New Years kiss with Nikki, though we sort of cheated numerous times prior to the countdown. I'm normally not one for random hookups (and by random I mean people that i haven't had a romantic history with, not necessarily people that i don't know at all) and usually feel strange the next morning. I dunno, perhaps it was the innocence of this one that set it apart from the others. Only went as far as kissing, there were a lot of embraces and hand holding, and I dunno, it seemed right for the moment. Right for the future? Not sure, but i'm never really sure. Only thing I'm sure of is this really cleared my head. It was the mental enema I so desperately needed. Last year was a haze of confusion and changes, I can only hope that this year provides the clarity and tranquility I need on my path to maturity.
PACE BITCHES AND HAPPY NEW YEAR! |
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[Dec. 29th, 2004|03:49 am] |
Holy shit, best joke ever. Even better, I made it up!
What do you get after eating a hot dog on a stick?
Gonorrhea. |
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| Joyeux Noël! |
[Dec. 25th, 2004|12:52 am] |
Merry Christmas Bitches!
If you're Jewish or Pagan or Other...Merry Life Kids! Christmas is amazing and I'm in a pretty good mood!
!!!!!
Exclamation Points BO!
Umm yeah. |
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