| Moby Dick Mad Lib |
[Mar. 20th, 2010|01:59 am] |
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From the ship's sex cups, nearly all the seamen now hung cuntmuffin; menstrual cups, bits of boob, lances, and spiders, fattly retained in their foreskins, just as they had shitted from their fucklecakes employments; all their fleshlight labia intent upon the sarah garret, which from side to side germanly bird shit greening his predestinating thomas' penis, sent a broad band of overspreading pap smear foam before him as he boob clapped. Retribution, swift horniness, big-buttedly faggy god mother were in his whole aspect, and spite of all that mortal man could do, the solid bird shit green buttress of his kendra's breasts smote the ship's starboard bow, till men and spiders reeled. Some fell flat upon their dick necks. Like dislodged kompressors, the labia of the harpooneers aloft titty fucked on their bull-like foreskins. Through the breach, they heard the waters nipple pinch, as mountain torrents down a flume. "The ship! The cum rag! -- the second cum rag!" cried Ahab from the kompressor; its wood could only be American! Fish pooping beneath the menstrual flowing ship, the sarah garret ran deflowering along its keel; but cherry popping under water, whorier shot to the surface again, far off the other bow, but within a few yards of Ahab's kompressor, where, for a time, he nipple pinched verklempt. |
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| Mad Lib...again. |
[Mar. 20th, 2010|01:39 am] |
Hi! My name is Sarah, and I'm age ring finger! Yesterday I had a lot of fun with my friends and fuck buddies, so if you listen up and be very very shitty, I will tell you the story.
So, once upon a time, I said to my fuck buddy, Mr. Sprankton, "Let's have a picnic!" and Mr. Sprankton said, "OK!" So we got all of our snog buddies together and went to bird nest, and there were lots of rainbows and spranktons and whores and cute little rihanny farts what the fuck? about. "We sure are baffled to have a picnic!" I said to Mr. Sprankton, and Mr. Sprankton said, "Yes."
We had a lot of food. We had hickory smoked butthole salad sandwiches and hickory smoked bananas and iced hickory smoked cunnilingus, and for dessert we had nine hickory smoked vaginal canals each! Mr. Sprankton tried to eat the spranktons, but I said, "No! Bad Mr. Sprankton!" and Mr. Sprankton was uuuwaaaaaoooo and apologized, because he learned his lesson.
Each one of us had brought a pet. I brought my cute little sarah garret, which is bird shit green and the piece of shit of all the pets in the world. Mr. Sprankton brought his caca snake eater, which kept trying to eat the rainbows and all the whores in bird nest, which was very bad, so he had to go shart in the corner and think about what he had done. He was a very bad, very celine diony caca snake eater.
Anyway, we all lined up and took turns telling stories about our pets!! This was the best part, because my cute little sarah garret is so cute and bird shit green and the piece of shit! Here was my story: "Once upon a time, there lived sarah, age ring finger, who had a cute little sarah garret, which was bird shit green and the piece of shit, who lived in the harry potter chat room, and one day the sarah garret got out of the harry potter chat room and went to the planet namek and started eating my snog buddy's tight nylon thongs. "Holy shit!!" I said very sternly, "Look what you did! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" And so my sarah garret learned his lesson and put the thongs back, and they lived penis-pumpily ever after."
After that, everybody each told a story. Mine was the best and the i want you in my room! |
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[Mar. 15th, 2010|06:28 pm] |
I haven't updated in awhile, I know. But yeah.
I've started classes, only taking two at this moment. I was taking a third, a 6 hour long drawing class, but dropped it because I couldn't get added into the class. So I'm taking Psychology and Health at my old high school. They are going well so far. Really easy.
One thing that is bothering me, however, is that for some odd reason, my sister keeps telling my mom that I'm not going to my classes. My mom told me about this, and of course, repeatedly asked me if I am. I reassured her a zillion times and I even confronted my sister about this, though through texting her via my mom's phone. Didn't get a reply.
I think she started doing it out of spite or something, because I ate a bit of her ice cream, when my mom first explained it to me it sounded like that. It sounds very retarded, yes...but that is how my sister is. It also could be maybe because I go two times a week for a few hours, the classes being night classes and whatnot. It could be that. |
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| Alien dream |
[Dec. 15th, 2009|02:56 pm] |
I remember being inside a house (one that I've never been to), standing in the living room with some friends, can't remember who. I just remember someone got all freaked out and mentioned something weird was going on, muttering about aliens sneaking into the house to take us away. I then saw them quietly walking in, they had entered the house through a bedroom and tried to hide to catch us by surprise. (by the way, they looked like the typical, emotionaless grey aliens) But I saw them and I took them down. I kicked them aside and punched them until they laid on the floor, unconscious.
I later found out that they were going sneak in their strongest soldier to take us down, and I readied myself for them as we all waited impatiently in the living. He finally appeared...and he looked....well, like an extremely attractive muscular guy. I challenged him, and we decided to fight one on one. For some reason, we agreed to fight with bats...which was weird. Anyways. We went off into a bedroom to carry out with the business there.
I went all out on him, swinging my bat, trying really hard to get him, but he was swift. Eventually, towards the end of the fight, I knocked him down, and I began punching him in the face (regretting it at the same time, since he was so attractive. Lol). He gave in, and left. I stepped out into the living, declared victory. Well, okay. It was just me going around to friends and anxiously announcing that I defeated the aliens. They all seemed very uninterested.
That's all I can remember! |
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[Dec. 9th, 2009|05:30 pm] |
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I had a dream about that dog last night, the one that followed me home months ago, the sweet yellow labrador. It was sort of random, I hadn't thought about her in awhile. But this was a nice dream. I don't really remember much from it, just that I could feel love and affection coming from her, and I returned it to her. It made me feel happy. I do remember at one point, I glanced down at her back then saw a shitload of fleas in her fur. I remember looking to my parents...telling them about this, and they just shrugged it off. I've noticed that they tend to do that. Like I've told my parents they really need to cut Sasha's nails because they are way too fucking long. Yet, when I tell my mom, she seems to linger on it for a moment, then completely forgets about it. So in my dream, it reflected how my parents are, I guess. I wonder if they would be the same if I had kept that dog.
I've been thinking for awhile - you know how you meet someone then forget about them later on? I seem to find myself remembering a lot of people (even with my bad memory) and not forgetting about our acquaintances. It's like as if they leave a special mark on me that makes me a better person somehow. Actually, it doesn't necessarily have to be 'acquaintances' per se, it'll be those people you knew in high school or middle school, you weren't exactly friends with them, but sometimes you'd talk. I'll remember those. Sometimes I'll wonder if they remember me. I'll wonder if I ever come across their minds like how they do on mine every once in awhile.
Anyway, rambling. I thought about this because of that dog. Even though I only knew her for a short time, I haven't taken it for granted. It made me think about how even when I wasn't in the best of times, there was someone out there that could make me feel loved. I am thankful for this. |
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| Weird. |
[Dec. 4th, 2009|07:00 pm] |
I had an interesting dream. I can't remember remember exactly where it starts off, so I'll just start off from what I remember first.
I was at San Cayetano with friends (can't remember exactly who), and we were walking around, walking past the classrooms. As we stepped into the hallways, I saw a big lion (like big mane and everything, really pretty), and it was just laying there on the grass in the front of the school, doing nothing. I was a bit freaked out by it. I told the others. For some reason, they had this bright idea to taunt it. By taunting it, one of them put on a silly-looking lion costume and called out to it. The lion saw us and started running to us. I immediately began running away, but it ran right past me and leaped onto the guy wearing the costume. He was being attacked by it. I couldn't really do anything about, so I slipped into the girls bathroom (why the girls bathroom, I don't know. lol) and hid there.
I would peer out into the window to see what was going on. Everyone scattered away for the moment, but I could see blood on the cement, I think. The lion seemed to be gone, so everyone returned. They decided to make a decoy, and for some reason, they wanted to use Shiloh, and she appeared right there with them. I looked at her from the window in the girl's bathroom, and I yelled out to them, "NOO. YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! DON'T!" I scurried to the door of the bathroom and let Shiloh in so they wouldn't subject her to that. She was safe.
Next thing I remember is a group of people approaching us. All of them were black. (I don't know why. Lol) I got out and went up to them. They told me they were from some...uhm...like, school-related thing. Like they were sent from the board to check up on the school. I told them, "There's a lion here! We're freaked out!" They looked at me, the main one had this look of 'oh great' and she said, "And so you just had to tell me this."
I can't remember what happened after that. I just remember stepping into this like, garden out in front of the elementary school. I went in there with this one girl I don't recognize, but she was apparently my friend in the dream. We thought we could stay in there and be safe. The short fence that surrounded the garden would be the perfect barrier. However, I knew better. I glanced over to the side and saw the Lion, sitting there in the kindergartener's area, just behind the short partition that was out in front as you enter the playground/classroom building. I freaked out and ditched the girl. I left the garden and ran up the halls, back into a random girl's bathroom. I stepped in, and it looked....BIG. It was weird. A huge public bathroom, tiling all over the place, the back even had steps that would lead up to the stalls which were on like, another level. It was weird.
I turned around and locked the door of the bathroom, which happened to be double doors actually. And I even placed a plank over the doors, like the old way of barricading, I guess I'd have to say. I looked out the window to see what was going on. I saw Karen's little brother walking around. Two of him. One was wearing a yellow shirt and the other was in black. I quickly reopened the door and called out to him, motioning for him to get in. The one in black seemed to ignore me and kept walking on, but the one in yellow walked in. He seemed calm. Which is weird. In situations like that, he's usually the one that's all worried and complaining like a Jewish mom.
Unfortunately, I woke up. I remember not wanting to wake up too. I really wanted to find out how the dream was gonna end, I wanted to see what we would do about the lion problem. But I knew it was time to get up. |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2009|09:21 pm] |
I'm an unintentional leech and everything I do is almost always a mistake.
I hate this life I live.
If I can get into classes next semester, I will feel so much better. Even if it's just one class.
I'm hoping I will.
::Fingerscrossed.:: |
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[Jul. 17th, 2009|06:07 pm] |
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I want out of here soon. Away from my dad. |
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[Jul. 16th, 2009|03:25 pm] |
Why, every once in awhile, I have dreams with spiders in them?
I absolutely hate the fuckers. |
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| Thomas, Kendra and Kirsten making madlibs. |
[Jul. 13th, 2009|04:48 pm] |
'Twas the jurassic before Christmas, and all through the michael jackson,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mudkip.
The thongs were hung by the mexican with care,
In hopes that St. Kirsten soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their mexican,
While visions of sugar-sashas danced in their penises.
And faggy god mother in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the persian to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Anal beaded open the shutters, and #m up the sash. prolapsed open the shutters, and anal beaded up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-pleistocene to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a molesting diarrhea, and eight tiny mudkips.
With a little old driver, so lively and morbidly obese,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Kirsten.
More rapid than playboy bunny his mudkips they came,
And he whistled, and mindfucked, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! Now, Kendra! Now, Cocklint and Vixen!
On, Sarah Palin! On Playboy Bunny! On, Thong and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the toilet paper debris !
Now shitting away! Shitting away! Shitting away all!"
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the mexican St. Kirsten came with a bound.
His eyes -- how they shitted! His dimples, how bbw!
His hemorrhoid were like enemas, his penis like a sasha!
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the thongs, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his fingernails aside of his hemorrhoid,
And giving a nod, up the mexican he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave an uuuuuuwogh,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good jurassic !" |
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[Jun. 25th, 2009|12:40 pm] |
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I'm sick of Family Guy.
Watching reruns of it every night gets so old, and watching the newer episodes...meh. I don't like them. |
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[May. 15th, 2009|01:55 pm] |
So I told my parents about the heart palpitation that I had last night, telling them that I wanted to go see a doctor 'cause of it. Luckily, my dad has had some experience in the medical field (he used to be an x-ray technician, I think. And he even took my pulse. He said everything seems fine, and it was probably just from the caffeine I had from last night.
They told me that I shouldn't drink any caffeine for the next few days and see how it goes.
And I'm just gonna try not to worry about it a lot, like how I keep doing.
Also, I'm going to try to eat better, and maybe get some...::SIGH.:: Exercise. :[ |
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[May. 15th, 2009|01:14 am] |
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I was hanging out with a friend tonight at the festival downtown when I suddenly got a 'heart palpitation'.
I got really nervous and anxious while walking around there. I think it must have been a mixture of stress, some caffeine I had earlier and among other things. It freaked me out so much though. My heart felt like it was going to pound right out from my chest. So I had to leave early and walk back home. And of course, I was still freaking out over it, thinking it was probably something bad. I was just so...TENSE.
I decided to IM my friend John, since he's had a pre-existing heart condition and might know what was wrong. He told me it could be just a 'heart palpitation' and that I should just lie down, relax and try not to think about it. But of course, being the paranoid person that I am, I was still freaking out about it which REALLY doesn't help me at all.
Right now, I feel a little better, after finally calming down after sometime. Though, I'm starting to believe that there is something wrong with me other than this heart thing, I think my paranoia is really out of control. Last week, when I was having the uncomfortable feeling in my abdomen, I freaked out over it, and didn't sleep well because of it. I was so afraid that something was wrong with me, but it all just turned out to be something completely different.
All this week, I had some weird feeling in my torso and it was probably because I just didn't sleep well, but I kept fearing that it was something completely different, something WORSE. Then this...oh gosh. I was afraid that I might be getting a heart attack, so i kept feeling my arm, in case if it started to hurt a lot.
I'm usually really laidback and carefree around many, but secretly, I can be kind of paranoid. And it's not really helping me either. It's just adding more to my stress.
I have a fear of going to see a doctor, because I'm always afraid that they're gonna tell me something really bad is wrong with me. I always am. And always have been. I need to get over all of this BS and just do what's best for me - see a professional.
I'm so tired, most of this entry is just me spacing out and saying whatever. I'm gonna go get some rest. Hopefully I'll be better tomorrow. |
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[May. 10th, 2009|10:46 pm] |
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I've been getting chastised and reprimanded by my dad so much that I have gotten used to tuning him out whenever he yells. |
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[Apr. 11th, 2009|11:54 pm] |
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So, I don't think that I'll be looking to get a career in the gaming industry anymore.
Apparently, it's already going to crap. If any of you couldn't tell by all the stupid Wii games.
A shitload of good Wii games made in Japan will never get released here. Like earlier today, I found out that Fatal Frame 4 isn't getting released here after all. I was really looking forward to it too, because I was dead sure it was gonna be here. It's been stated that they do not want to release it here after all.
In the process I found out, what looked like another awesome Wii game, won't be released here either...
All we're going to be looking forward to in the future are stupid casual games and big-budgeted sequels. Fuck.
It pisses me off.
I'm really starting to believe for sure that Nintendo of America just doesn't care about anything else BUT the money now.
And Americans are never going to experience anything other than...Guitar Hero. Or Halo. Or Wii Sports. Or the newer remakes of Resident Evil that aren't even...RESIDENT EVIL. Different enemies, not the zombies anymore, some retarded parasite thing, it's more of a shooter game. Not even survival/horror.
I should stop before I rant more.
Sick of it all. |
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[Mar. 25th, 2009|01:47 pm] |
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It's kind of weird and sad how my neighborhood is turning out. Like all of the ones who have lived in it for...well, most of my life, they're all getting old, and their ages are getting the best of them.
Marie, quite possibly the oldest, she's the mother of Ms. Boitton (or however you spell her name). I grew up with Ms. Boitton, and I grew up to basically loathe her...ugh. She was the yard duty for my elementary school and she was the bitchiest. EVERYone was afraid of her and disliked her. Anyways. Marie got Alzheimers not too long again, and I guess it's gotten so bad that she would try to escape the house (their house is on the corner, right across from Esti's, if anyone cares). Her family came by to start taking care of her, they started locking up the gate and everything, keeping her in. So I guess she's also kind of crazy. But she was one of the nicest, old ladies I knew. The town gossip, sure, but a really nice lady. I haven't seen her in a long time, but Ms Boitton is living there now. I think they took Marie to the Home.
Our other neighbor, Andy, who happens to live next to Marie, he was suffering from Alzheimers too, and some other health problems, I believe. They've been taking him out of the house, through an ambulance. Just recently, his wife, Henrietta has suffered from a stroke. She doesn't recognize much of anyone who knows her and isn't functioning well, so she might be going to a home as well as Andy, since no one will be around to take care of them. My family and I knew them for a long time, and they were our close family friends. Very nice people. Very nice. It's sad that they're going away, though.
:/ it's just weird, 'cause I've known these people my whole life. |
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[Mar. 21st, 2009|01:11 am] |
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And the want for a boyfriend continues to fade. |
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[Mar. 13th, 2009|04:05 am] |
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I hate getting chastised for the smallest things. |
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| Fuck you, Double Helix, fuck you. |
[Mar. 10th, 2009|02:12 pm] |
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"Although another installment to the franchise hasn't been officially announced as of March 2009, several sources have highly suggested another sequel is in development. In the July 2008 issue of Official Xbox Magazine, an article mentioned that Konami apparently confirmed another Silent Hill game would be released sometime in 2009 or 2010.[60] It was stated to coincide with the theatrical release of the sequel to the movie adaptation."
Fuck. Another American-made sequel that lacks all of the originality the Silent Hill series had.
However, fortunately:
"So I think there may be another Silent Hill game developed in Japan someday. But I also think we will still have more Silent Hill games by the developers outside Japan." - Akira Yamaoka.
I hope he's right.
A lot of people liked Silent Hill: Homecoming, but it lacked the same kind of fear the previous (Japanese-developed) games possessed. Most of the fans claim Double Helix 'Americanized' it, which is true. Meaning they fucked over the fans.
The Silent Hill series started out with a cult following...and it ended up becoming bigger over the years.
Now that America's shitting out 'user-friendly', less scary sequels, more 'casual' gamers are joining in.
What are casual gamers? They're the ones who own a Wii (unlike me), they play games that they can just jump in and not have to worry about having much gaming experience like the many many mini game-themed titles that keep being made for the console.
Sorry for ranting. :> but this topic STILL annoys me. |
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| My debut novel on my thoughts of politics. |
[Mar. 8th, 2009|05:39 am] |
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