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[30 Mar 2012|01:51am] |
Dammit. I need to find the District 9 3/4 picture again... It amuses the fuck out of me.
Let me just say: HP/THG crossover? I would so watch that.
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[25 Jan 2012|12:48am] |
When I was two months old, my parents had a lot of stress in their lives. There were a great series of fights, my dad had two jobs, mom had one job, and I was a normal newborn. One day, mom packed up a bag of her stuff, two bags of mine, and moved us home to my grandparents' house. She was there for five weeks before Dad came over and started to beg her to come home. She refused at first, but within a week, she had moved back home. I was a year old when they renewed their vows, and that seemed to be something that made them far more stable.
It's kind of strange, because the story is some kind of legend in our family, and it's one of the few things that kept be believing in love and stuff when I was growing up. I think it's something that's kept me from giving up on romanticism. I always knew how lucky I was. After all, not many people grow up with both parents, but I did.
I bring this all up because I got a message today from Carabeth. She was my first love, and I'll always adore her on some level. She's having a rough time lately, and the message I got today said "Dan and I are divorcing." I was sad, of course, but I was more sad for her kids, who will never get to say the things I do. About how my parents were stronger after breaking up for six weeks, and how I had the both of them pretty much every day of my life, together. And that sucks. I wish I could tell her not to do it-to give her kids the life I had-but I know the background. It was time for them to split up. But still, how unfortunate. One more broken family.
Oh well, I need to get over this melancholia before it takes over my night. Off to kiss my wife, and my boy. Goodnight MB.
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[01 Jan 2012|03:22am] |
whisky is teh best.
I am so dsrunk
HAPPUY NEW YEAS!
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[26 Oct 2011|05:05am] |
I have the hardest time writing in this thing. I don't know why, but it's nearly impossible to sit myself down and remember to actually WRITE in it. My wife's going to have an aneurism if I get kicked out of the community for not remembering to write though. Haha. SO, tonight you get my inane ramblings.
I'm sick of school. That's sad, considering how little of it I really have left to go through. But I'm feeling like it's all completely futile right now. I keep chanting "just a couple more months" in my head, but it's not really helping. I think I'm sick of my classmates more than anything. You know the annoying person in class (EVERY class has one) who thinks they know more than the teacher and MUST insert their bullshit into every single lecture? There are THREE in one of my classes. I swear, the three of them get off on mentally fucking with the rest of us as we're all like "I'd love to get out of here before 10 pm ONE TIME this semester." Honestly, the class is meant to last until 8. I've gotten out at no earlier than 9:54 PM every. single. class.
Someone brought ghost pepper jelly into class yesterday. I detest ghost peppers. They claimed "it's soooo good. it tastes like strawberries with just a TOUCH of heat". They? Fucking lied. My mouth still burns. Motherfuckers? Stop lying about ghost peppers. They are hot, no matter how much sugar you add to the jelly. Fuck off.
In good news, I bought four new books yesterday. That brings my month's total to 50. Thank god for bookshelves. Ten thousand bookshelves. Not literally. Shut up.
Okay, I'm tired of writing. Sorry about that. My give-a-damn just gave out.
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[07 Oct 2011|05:45am] |
I have donuts. Donuts and Yoo-hoo. I am such an unhealthy ass. Well, no, I take that back. My ass is perfectly healthy. TMI? Probably TMI. Oh well. You'll deal with it, or you'll bitch me out in the comments. Either way, I'm babbling to myself right now, so there.
I just realized I never went back and told everyone the answer to my 4 facts and a lie intro thing. Let's review: "I'm going to post five things, and one of them will be a lie. You try to decide which is the lie:
1. I once got caught-and had to have a lot of "MEETINGS"-for playing "Show me yours and I'll show you mine" in preschool... with another boy.
2. I once won $2000 in online poker, and spent it all on amazon.com sending things to my ex-girlfriend in New Orleans anonymously.
3. I ran off to Vegas with my girl, and the two of us got married without telling anyone except our boyfriend. We then begged him to go on our honeymoon with us.
4. I once had a fight with a significant other that ended in 38 stitches and two black eyes between us.
5. I mutter "Oh brave new world, that has such people in it!" when I'm frustrated with life. "
And now, ( the answers )
I am obsessed with the movie Wall-E. Not that you all care about that. It's just more random information from me to you. I'm also obsessed with alcohol, sex, truffles, and McDonalds. I had to go against the wholesome vibe Wall-E gives off with all of the other things. That way you all don't think I'm horribly lame and giving up my vices. I'm not, I promise.
Time for a question. What's your favorite book series. I'm using "series" here to denote anything with more than two books in it. I'm curious this morning.
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