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Sunday, September 29, 2002
I am so disappointed. For the last two-fucking-months, I have been working very hard at been quiet whenever I woke up before my roommate does. I was literally as quiet as a mouse. TWO MONTHS!!! 30 minutes ago was the first time my roommate got up.....you know how loud he sounded? He was quite as quiet as a mouse. He was so fucking loud. I swear, when he got out of bed there was a 10 second reverb! Then he slammed the door to the bathroom...plumped down in front of his computer, and then crashed back into his bed. Of course that woke me up. That was so insensitive and I'm very disappointed. Good came from all of this however: I think I care about things too much. I try to put up this emotionless wall, but it's all a cover. I'm a very caring person. From now own, I'm not gonna care about things as much as I have in the past. Two words: Fuck ....[breath]......it!
I had an interesting dream last night! Beyoncé was over at my house (from Destiny's Child). And here's how the rest went: "Hey boy, are you ready?" she said. "Yeah!" I took my penis out, and she worked it up into a hardon. She then put a brown paper bag over it. I laid on my back, and she slowly mounted me. With the paper bag and all, it took a while before the whole thing got in. "It doesn't feel right!" She unmounted and laid on her side. I then stuck it in there sideways (you know what I talking about). Success! It went in, and it felt good. ---This was one of those dreams that you could sort of feel the action. I felt what the inside of there...I felt the heat. It's scary to think what was going on in reality. "You feel so good!" By then, My penis was getting real raw so I threw her off and took the paper bag off. That was when it really felt good; however, but then my penis was so sore that I had to stop. I'm not sure what happened after that, but it ended up with me by myself looking out a window. When I went back into my room, I saw her hair all in my bed.....it was a wig. What the hell does that mean??? Why did I put a brown paper bag on instead of a condom? Why could I feel what was happening?...usually that means someone's doing something to you in reality. If it wasn't Beyoncé, then who could it have been? What was the point of this dream? I'm gonna beat Mario Sunshine today. I got to Coronna Mountain, but I only have 1 live left. THE PLACE IS SUPER HARD! A CHILD COULDN'T POSSIBLY HAVE THE COORDINATION AND THE TIMING TO JUMPR FROM PLATFORMs WITH SPIKES TO PLATFORMS OF FIRE. To everyone who thinks Mario Sunshine is a child's game, FUCK YOU! It's hard as hell. ¶1:10 PM e-mail me (0) comments Saturday, September 28, 2002 I can't wait until Star Fox Adventures arrives Monday. I've been playing the hell out of Mario Sunshine...I've got 71 shrines, and I'll have 80 more tonight. I should have brought my own TV because my roommate is still watching football and I'm craving a big fat Italian plumber who's very flexible. ¶1:26 PM e-mail me (0) comments I don't want to watch football all day! My roommate turned the channel to football. You know my feeling on football; it simply sucks ass. Anyway, today is the big day! ...IT'S STUDY-FOR-HISTORY-EXAM DAY! I'm going to have so much fun! I swear, my face has a permanent smile on it (like a superficial cheerleader). ¶12:09 PM e-mail me (0) comments Friday, September 27, 2002
Thursday, September 26, 2002 I finished that damn book review. Now I've got even more stress! My History's midterm exam is next Thursday..this will be the most difficult thing I have ever had to do. I have to make at least a B which means I have to basically read about 100 pages, define about 40 words (by define I mean write a short essay), and then prepare for two big ass essay questions. I've got so much content to to learn in under a week. Not to mention my Japanese Midterm exam next week. STRESS STRESS STRESS STRESS!!! ¶7:32 PM e-mail me (0) comments Wednesday, September 25, 2002 I've so so much crap to do tonight. Well...I only have one thing to do, but it's going to take me all night. I've got to type a 5 page book review of "Way of the Gladiator" and it's due tomorrow! I'm so stressed out. I'm mad at myself for doing poorly on a Japanese vocabulary quiz...I'm getting it, but I have a short term memory. I was one of the 3 people in my Computer Science class to make an A on a test...I was atleast happy about something. Tonight I'm stripping all of my leisure time away from me, and studying. I have to. In other news... I'm growing angry. I'm starting to really hate always having someone in the room with me. All of my classes start earlier than my roommate's, so I have to be quiet getting ready. This is so annoying. When I would get ready for High School, I'd turn my music all the way...run around [the house]...you know, just whatever needed to be done to allow me to function properly all day. I can't do that stuff now. I'm just tired of it...it ends up taking me longer to get ready b/c I'm moving twice as slow in order to not make any noise. I'm moving in the fucking dark too! But (!)..it's understandable. If my roommate left earlier than me, I'd want him to do the same damn thing...AND HE BETTER!!! Then what really pisses me off..is when my roommate decides to skip his first class! I'm coming back to the room at 9:15AM, and he's still sleep! THIS IS MY TIME! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! I have to continue being quiet b/c of people's laziness. During "MY TIME," I do work due for the next upcoming class. I can't possibly do this crap and remain to be quiet anymore...I'm not. Him being lazy is effecting my grades for that day, and it's gonna stop. I'm gonna stop being quiet! Fuck it. "GET YOUR ASS UP!" It started pouring just before my JAP class ended. I got soaked. I'm sitting here pretty wet. OH WELL, TIME FOR HISTORY. ¶2:35 PM e-mail me (0) comments Tuesday, September 24, 2002 Did you hear the news! I don't know the officials of this, but Microsoft bought out RareWare! What the fuck! Why did Nintendo get rid of RareWare like that; one of the reasons why I decided to go for the gamecube instead of the PS2 or XBox was because of RareWare (and in particular the sequel to Perfect Dark). Nintendo sold 49 shares of their Rareware stock, and Microsoft bought it. Microsoft already on 51 shares. The total ordeal cost Microsoft 400-500 million dollars. I'm disappointed in Nintendo. Looks like Star Fox Adventures is going to be the last Nintendo exclusive RareWare game (I preordered it last week). These are going to be cold time for Nintendo...looks like I'll need to purchase an XBox next year. I'm not ever going to purchase a PS2. ¶5:40 PM e-mail me (0) comments We just had this big debate in English class. I was on the side against bilingualism education. It was interesting. In preparation, I found most of the material for everybody...when it came down to sharing these arguments I didn't feel like inputting. For some reason, I a very controversial person. When I'm participating in a free style discussing, I'll say whatever the fuck comes to mind. It's amazing. I end up pissing a lot of people off unintentionally [sort of]. If only I had a DV Camcorder...I'd make recordings of these hilarious moments and put them on the site. Anyway, I didn't say anything. If I would have pissed off a lot of people, that would have effected the groups grade. This was a group assignment, and I had to think as a group. That was so incredibly hard to do; I'm such a solo person. This has got to be the first time I have thought about the welfare of other people, instead of myself when it comes to school. It was hell, but I managed. ¶1:18 PM e-mail me (0) comments Monday, September 23, 2002 Today this bright idea came to mind. I was thrown into a world where I don't know anybody; I didn't have any friends because I didn't know anybody. After 2 months, I have friends...and they're are pretty cool. I have come to the conclusion of this--------> If you're thrown into a place where you are alone and don't know anybody...don't try to make friends. If you in a sense force people to be your friends, you'll only associate with people where image is everything. You won't be the stereotypical prep, but you might as well be. If you don't try and just let things flow...you'll make friends. Be patient. If you rush and get friends, you'll end up with brainless superficial people. I didn't force myself to talk to people. I only talk to people when I unconsciously start talking to a person; sparks just..happen. There's something in your head that knows which people you can and can't talk to...the only problem with that is we can't control it. I guess you can call it fate. I totally bombed a JApanese quiz...well, I passed. However by my standards, I sucked. I really need to study more. In the next coming weeks my computer and my genitalia are going to miss me. "Stay focused Keddaris!" ¶2:09 PM e-mail me (0) comments Sunday, September 22, 2002 I've had a very tedious day. I got up at 11AM (after staying up until 4:30AM)...I ate a hot pocket for breakfast...then I went straight into reading "The Way of The Gladiator". I've got to read it, and do a 6-page book review due Thursday! (I'm such a procrastinator.) 6 hours straight I tell you! I'm still not done with it; I have 1 more chapter to go. It's pretty good...for a book (lol). This book has gave me the most gross and disgusting images I have ever seen or thought of! Romans are sick fucks, plain and simple. For example... They hung a little boy from a string in front of a bull and a bison, in order to get these beast in a fighting mood. They'd dangle this child right in front of them, and when they begin to charge someone would lift the boy up. They were teasing the animals. Sooner or later, the Romans in charge would just DROP THE BOY! The bull rammed into the boy...jamming his right horn into the gut of the boy. The bull would run around, and the boy would swing around the horn like a pinwheel! Around and around and around...until the boy was disemboweled with his spilt guts being dragged across the ground leaving a trail of blood.Damn! Enough is enough, I got the point. The author kept telling about scene after scene. Another one... Romans would train eagle to attack the people...but that's not all. These eagles would tear out these people's stomachs and distort a persons body in such a way...that it seemed like their limbs were moving on their own. The middle of these people's bodies was so fucked up that they were unrecognizable. Picture a pile of mashed potatoes with moving limbs attached.I didn't know book could make me react like I did. I felt like throwing up, and I was screaming! My imagination is just too brilliant to handle all these images. It was such a shock. The book does make me appreciate the movie "Gladiator" a lot more. That movie was PG as compared to this book; they really domesticated these gladiator battles. If it was true to reality, they move would definitely be NC-17. Oh!!! One more examples... They would throw women out in the middle of the arena...and guys would take turns raping her until her body was mutilates. They'd train animals to fuck women and men. They trained elephants to fuck women! The women usually didn't survive. When watching these games, women would literally have orgasms. Also, they were do caught up in the game...men would finger their vaginas, and the women didn't even realize. They'd show men raping children..boys and girls. The would get monkeys drunk and get them to screw women.There was a lot of bestiality. Romans are sick fucks! ¶8:50 PM e-mail me (0) comments I'm back. My parents picked me up and took me to the movies. I'm glad it was just me and them...none of my other siblings. They are so funny now! When I was living back at home with them, they'd never "joke around" with me. It was alway..."Clean up your room! Cut the grass! Are you studying? Give me a tongue bath! Okay okay... maybe not that last thing, but you know what I mean. They were simply asses! Now that I'm in college and sort of adult-ish, they're all of a sudden cool. I can say things and act a certain way that I just couldn't do when I was under their control. My parents are two of the funniest mofos I know! ------------> So um, we went to the movies. We saw "Balistic: Ecks vs. Sever," and let me tell...that is a kick ass movie. It was so stylized! I'll open up the reviews part of my site some day, and be sure to write one for it. I'm the type of person who has a lot to say on things, and this site is just the ventilation I need. Anyway, when the movie was over we went to Bi-Lo. I got the essentials - you know! - doritos, mountain dew, hot pockets...the works (I spent $50). We managed to get a little lost on the way back to my dorm, but we got through. Again, I had to say bye to my parents...it's a heart-exhausting thing to go through. This time I'm gonna actually miss them, because they're so cool now. I can't wait until I see them again. I saw that my mom was teary-eyed, and my dad was getting there. It must be hard for them to let their only son go off to college so far away after being used to him living in the house for 18 years. I've got two sisters, but I'm different. Even though my sisters are doing good and stuff, I've got the most potential. I've got so many good things going for me...that's a lot of boulders I'm carrying on my shoulders. My parents aren't even afraid to unload even more boulders for me to carry because every chance they get they ask me "Are you going to make the deans list?" (Dammit! I get so off subject sometimes.) ....So they're gone now. I'm still not homesick, but I miss the privacy I had when I was in my room by myself. Having a roommate [that j***so*f at night right after the lights go out] really sucks. I need fucking privacy I need to be able to holler at myself sometimes because that's the only thing that keeps my head on straight sometimes. [I keep hearing ruffle sounds in my dorm at different locations. I think my room is haunted!] I have to finish this fucking book for History this weekend, or I'm screwed. It's called "The Way of the Gladiator." It's easy reading, but I hate to read...I despise doing the crap. One day I'll love books, but my life is still in "MTV Mode." I need bright colors and fast moving entertainment. Not millions of puny unillustrated ...words. Ooooo! Cowboy Bebop is on Adult Swim (Cartoon Network). Dammit! I was trying to post this message on Saturday so it did post it for Sunday. IT'S STILL SATURDAY FOR ME! I don't want to go in [boring] Sunday mood. ¶12:07 AM e-mail me (0) comments Saturday, September 21, 2002 Still updating here....it's looking a lot more organized. The last design was so cluttered with lots of unnecessary fluff. 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