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I need to do something about this site. I'm cramming so much shit in it that the user interface is getting confusing. A change is coming.
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Wednesday, November 26, 2003 What have I done the last two days? NOTHING. Is NOTHING fun to do? Yes. Will I continue to do NOTHING? Yes. I was planning on going to see Gothika tonight, but I'll go tomorrow around 12PM. Oh yeah, tomorrow's Thanksgiving. Eh...who cares. I've missed having 6 HBOs, and 3 Cinemaxs, and hundreds and hundreds of channels to browse through. I've missed TIVO. My dad recorded some Anime on the TIVO that he thought I'd like - how considerate! Starting Friday, I'll do some school work; until then, I'm not doing shit! It's great to be in a room without someone else in there crowding your personal space. Okay...this is gonna be funny. My room here at home is bigger than my dorm room that I share with a another person! And including my walk in closet, the overall area is probably twice as large. I got all this space to myself. I got a TV to myself. I've got a bed that's twice a large [than the one in the dorm] to myself. I've got BLACK BLINDS!!! SO NO FUCKING LIGHT COMES IN DURING THE MORNING and wakes me up. Great stuff. I'm very happy. It's very sad that it'll all be over Sunday. Well, it's time to continue doing nothing. ¶7:08 PM e-mail me (0) comments Tuesday, November 25, 2003 To all my Anderson (SC) friends...I'm in town, give me a call if you want to hang out. (I go back next Sunday...bitches.) ¶7:09 PM e-mail me (0) comments Sunday, November 23, 2003 we just had an alarm. woo hoo :-( 20 people got fined because they decided to sleep in, instead of walking outside like you're suppose to. it was pretty funny, but we had to wait outside until the r.a.'s found everybody. after being outside for more than an hour, i'm too pissed to capitalize shit. Okay, I'm alright now. I was sleeping pretty damn good. With me, if I get up wakened up around 11, there's no way for me to go back to sleep. It's sad. Around 11, my brain is turned back on. I just think and think and think and think...etc. at 12PM, I'm going to start studying for my Japanese interview test. I should go out into the lobby just to get away from my computer (don't think it's me being polite enough to let my roommate sleep). ANyway, time to watch Family for an hour. Adios. ¶10:48 AM e-mail me (0) comments Thursday, November 20, 2003 I had a Jazz concert today. I had my first solo thing. I did great. that's not the point though Having a roommate leads to some strange occurrences. *You start having this semi-"relationship" going where you have to tell the other: where you're going and when you're getting back. I don't like feeling as if I'm in a relationship. I'm going to try my damnest to avoid feeling that way. Fuck being in any kind of relationship. *No matter how hard you try to alter this ...when you wake up and go to bed begin to synchronize. This morning, I lost an entire hour of sleep that I would have loved having. But I have problems sleeping while roomy's constantly going in and out the door. There's nothing he or I can do about that, he's gotta get ready for class. So what's left to do, but synchronize? I don't enjoy waking up at 7AM-8AM every morning(I usually wake up around 10-11AM). I don't enjoy going to bed at 1:30AM every night (I usually go to bed around 3 or 4AM). With a roommate, you have no choice. In particular, with a roommate who lives in the same room as you. I wish I lived in a historical house. That way, I'll still have roommates (so rent 'll be cheap), but I'll have a room to myself - so I can go to sleep and wake up whenever I want to. Staying in a dorm, you really don't have control over what habits you want. You can't schedule the events in your life arbitrarily. It's all relevant to your roommate's habits. It's all about compromising. Something I passionately hate. More so than expensive hookers and boos. Life sucks. ¶9:48 PM e-mail me (0) comments Tuesday, November 18, 2003 I wanted today to be goof off day. An official break from all the shit-homework I have to do. I thought I just had one class - it was at 4PM. I skipped it. But then I remember ...."Oh shit! I've got orchestra rehearsal tonight from 7 to 9". I passionately hate orchestra. I play the trombone (gee, I hope the name TBoneFever didn't give that away for you); in an orchestra, the trombone section hardly plays. We play all these string-centric classical pieces. My section ends up counting measures the majority of the time (at least 85% of the fucking time!!!!)...it pisses me the fuck off. If I'm going to dedicate 2 hours of my day to playing in a musical ensemble, I need to play a majority of the time. The trombone section just get treated like extra baggage, that's it. We're extra baggage. The conductor treats us like extra baggage. He's a fuckhead cocksucking prick. All I'm trying to say is that he's irritating. So, the 15% of the time when we play (wow, I can subtract from 100!) he's always telling us how fucked up it sounded in front of everybody..."You need to learn your part, obviously you're not practicing." It's just embarassing because YES we do practice. With the lack of playing, we don't get enough time to warm up! After sitting and doing nothing for 15 minutes, he really expects us to come in without mistakes? We're not professionals, fuck that stupidass dickhead. Okay, so tonight I've gotta go to that because we've got a concert coming up (Dec 2?). I'm a huge 24 fan. The show comes on Tuesdays at 9, so I end up missing the first 5 minutes everyweek. Tonight he wants the trombone section to have a sectional with this pro-boner player. He wants it to be from 8:30PM to 9:15! Fuck no. 24 is a lot more important to me than being in this stupid ass orchestra. I'm just gonna leave at 9PM. They can't really expect us to be dedicated to the group after they've frequently humiliated the section. After we don't even fucking play much. I'm sure the other 2 boner-players would agree that the orchestra doesn't even fucking need us. So, I'm leaving at 9 just like always. I'll play the right shit when the concert gets here. I'm not a fuck up. I'll contribute my perfection when it matters. Next semester, I will not being in orchestra. Being in a musical ensemble is suppose to be like therapy. A thing you can participate in to feel like you belong somewhere. You can blend your musical expression with other students to make something beautiful. Well, the trombone section doesn't contribute anything because they give us crap parts to play. It's not therapy, it's an annoyance. A waste of time. I will eliminate things that waste my time...those things will not be allowed to incubate. Fuck orchestra. (I'm also contemplating getting out of my little Jazz Combo...it's just making my Wednesdays too fucking long...I need a break...I need a break to do absolutely nothing...next semester will be great for me.) ¶6:22 PM e-mail me (0) comments This is by far the best review of The Two Towers Extended Edition (okay, it was just the first one I stumbled across). ¶10:29 AM e-mail me (0) comments Monday, November 17, 2003 Today has been such an awesome day! I'm discovering that the less you worry about school, grades, socializing...anything(!), the better it is. Today, I talked to people more, I participated in class discussions more (Japanese), I did excellent on test, I understood everything all my professors talked about - all, because I stop worrying about little stupid shit. I stopped panicking about my grades; thus, I made good grades. I stopped worrying about what I'm saying will sound stupid; thus, it wasn't stupid (or was stupid, depending on my motives). I have been walking around with a smile; instead of the usual quasi-stuckup, serious, worried look. I stopped caring. It's quite odd once you think about it. The only thing you have to do in order to obtain a successful fulfilling life is to stop worrying about everything. I didn't study enough...so what! Just use context clues to figure out the answer. I said something offensive...so what! No one cares about getting offended as much as you think (not on a college campus anyway). I'm suppose to be going with a friend today to help him look for an apartment. In aobut -15 minutes, he should call (aka, 15 minutes ago he should have called). Later. ¶3:33 PM e-mail me (0) comments 
Funny stuff ay? I think so. Go to this guy's website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/kim_jong_il__/ the name of it is Kim Jong Il (the illmatic)'s Journal. He used to update his journal more often than he currently is; nevertheless, the old stuff is all equally (maybe semi-equally) as funny as the one above. I hope he doesn't get mad at me for putting his creation on the site, but this is my perspective of the situation: IT'S FREE PUBLICITY! (even though I only manage to get 6 new people to check out my site a day...which is a lot now that I think about it). ¶12:19 AM e-mail me (0) comments Sunday, November 16, 2003 Just finished writing a page-worth of Japanese. I have to write a paragraph. I overdid it so I would be guaranteed a good grade. I need lots of good grades for that class. That class is now my "trouble" class. It used to be Discrete Math. ima, watashi o yasumu (that's probably wrong). Hachi ji ni The Simpsons o mimaru...omoshiroi desu. After watching the Simpsons, I'm watching the Bernie Mac show, and finally an episode of Malcolm in the Middle. Tonight, Alias isn't coming on (or something), so I get to watch my other favorite show. I wish I had a Tivo here dammit! Tivos are the greatest thing to happen to humanity since my last roommate died (again, in my mind). I'm getting incredibly homesick, and incredibly being-alone-sick (also: movie-theater-sick, best-friends-sick, and kicking-kittens-sick). TGIF!!! Oh...wait. Shit! Today is Sunday :-( ¶7:03 PM e-mail me (0) comments "Go away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" - my inner-consciousness ¶3:38 PM e-mail me (0) comments Goddammit! I sooo want alone time. Just a full day of being alone. If I had one day a week of complete silence (just me and my thoughts), my life would have a lot more fun in it. I don't ever get anytime to recharge. Constantly, I have a roommate in here. Constantly, other people are in here. Constantly, my suitemates are playing shitty music that invades my personal space. At this moment, I would really like to play DDRMAX 2 for PS2...but, I can't. It sucks dick. I need to have "alone" fun - something I can't have when someone's always in here. No, I'm not talking about masturbation (not just that anyway), I'm talking about deciding what sounds I hear in the room - or, what is shown on the tv - mostly, my quirk, my pet-peeve is just being able to control the things I hear in the room. If I could do that, I would have so much fun. My life would be upgraded from a living Hell (batteries not included), to a semi-living Hell (batteries included). ¶1:56 AM e-mail me (0) comments Friday, November 14, 2003 Well, I've gotta talk about it. Last night (uh...Thursday night, though I'm posting this late late Friday which is technically Saturday), I had my first ever asthma attack. ...rewind a little Last night was what us College of Charleston students call..."stay up late" day. (Or something like that.) It was great this time around (compared to just a meager offering of shitty midnight breakfast). Just like my unconscious commentary points out, usually this stay up late thing consist of midnight breakfast. You can go down to the cafeteria from 10PM to 1AM, and eat breakfast. It's pretty fun (with the exception of food that taste like buttered asscrack). This year, they offered not only midnight breakfast, but laser tag, fat sumo wrestling (those fat suits), and boxing with huge balloon fist. My [trom]boner buddy "pressured" me into doing the laser tag thing. ...rewind it some more We had a basketball game. Our first cougar basketball game. I play the trombone in the pep band, and let me tell ya - we fucking rocked! We are the fucking shit. We go so many compliments from old fat asses; it made us feel special. My [trom]boner friend wasn't there...he also plays in the pep band. Anyway, we thought the attendance would be sucky, but surprisingly it was pretty crowded. I saw a friend, who is a cheerleader, for the first time in like a month! He's a socializing maniac, and I'm the complete opposite. His visage of countless friendships with other people intimidate the fuck out of me. Yes, insecurities. I feel like a boring anti-social bitch compared to the other 100 or so people he's friends with. We actually got a bite to eat after the game at the Stern Center (a place that has a Burger King, a Chic-fil-a, and a shitty sushi bar). And what do you know! My [trom]boner buddy walked in. My cheerleader buddy had to go off to a party (like usual...we had a 30 minute chat), so I started chatting with my [trom]boner buddy. We chatted for about 30 minutes in the Stern Center (until they closed), and then we walked back to my dorm. We chatted outside in the freezing cold!!!!!!...for about 2 freaking hours! I don't understand how we do that. I'm not a talkative person for the most part. Whenever I get around certain people, we just talk and talk and talk! We saw all these people wearing sandals in the blistering cold weather, and made fun of those dumb fuckers. We made fun of fat people. He's white, I'm black...we made fun of each other's race. We talked about star constellations. We talked and talked and talked. Around 11, he was like "Uh...let's go play some laser tag." I really didn't want to - not at all - but I'm a sucker for peer pressure. So I went. ...fast forward to the laser tagging!!! This was the first time I have ever played laser tag. It was very fun, though, waiting to play was not. Most of the freaky people were there waiting to play. It was this huge thing that they blew up with fans. Uh...I don't know how to explain it really. It was in the shape of a space ship (like the ships at the fair that spin around and around), but it was blown up like an air mattress. You know what that means ...bounce! bounce! bounce! bounce! And bounce I did. My [trom]boner buddy and I met this cute girls in the line. They were very entertaining while we waited. Only 5-6 people could play at a time, and each game took about 10 minutes to finish. We waited for about 45 minutes. Was it worth it? yes. It was very fun. I was wearing my Old Navy fleece due to the cold; however, inside the ship I got incredibly hot! When our game was over, we tally up the scores. I won! How about that? I had 2100 point, and everyone else had around 1400. I'm not making this up neither fuckers. ...fast forward the bad part Asthma. I've had it since I was 8. I have never ever had an asthma attack though. I first discovered I had it once I had a wiss (how the fuck do you spell that?) in my breathing. My mom took me to the doctor, and he was like "Oh, your son has asthma." Wow, thanks for telling me. I've been taking inhalers ever since...though I've never had any major incidents. I usually get asthma whenever I do physical activity, or when cold air in blowing on me. .............. I was even thinking last night! I did some heavy duty physical activity, plus it was cold as fuck outside! Those two combinations just screwed me over. I was trying to you know, uh, I was breathing heavy because of the bouncing. I was BREATHING IN COLD AIR! So I got asthma from the physical activity, then the cold air just amplified everything. It was the worse it had ever been. I was honestly thinking I wouldn't make it. I would take huge breaths, but only the amount of air you can suck through a tiny straw was getting into my lungs. Just picture yourself doing some strenuous activity - the average reaction is to breathe harder. Now picture the only thing you can breathe in and out of is this tiny straw. Now imagine your about 20 meters under water. Now imagine the water is freezing cold. Now imagine the only way you can get better is to walk 2 blocks away back to your dorm. The faster you run, the deeper the breaths you try to take, THE HARDER IT IS TO BREATHE. by the time I got to my dorm room, i had to run in, grab my fucking inhaler, and then get the fuck out of there into an area could breathe in. In my suite, it was stuffy in there (so that just made things worst). I went out into the courtyard and took about 10 puffs. ...fast forward a little more I was outside sitting, my upper body crunched over (elbows on my knees). My head was resting on my right arm. I could finally breathe. It was probably the greatest feeling in the world. People take little things like BREATHING for granted. Asthmatic people don't get the luxury and security of a constant/consistent airflow. Anyway, back to my feeling of relief - I was kind of shaking up because I started thinking..."Wow, if I was further away than I was...I might not have made it back to my inhaler in time." I could have died. I've never taking my asthma seriously before, it's never been that bad. I've been doing all these strenuous activities like DDR, I never thought it would flare up that bad! I thought I was building up a strong tolerance. I guess not. ANYWAY, after the 10 puffs...I was pretty giddy (or should I say "high"). My roommate kept asking if I was alright. I didn't want to tell him anything. I felt embarrassed in a way. It was a very strange feeling; and unexplainable feeling, but "embarrassed" is close enough. ...just press play dammit! So that's what happened. My first ever asthma attack. I'm toting my inhaler with me everywhere from now on. I don't want anymore close calls. ¶11:44 PM e-mail me (0) comments Thursday, November 13, 2003 I returned my copy of T.H.U.G. today. I got bored with it. Everything was extremely too easy. I mastered the last 4 games, I thought this one would be different. It's not. The game is great if you've never played a Tony Hawk game before; however, to us veterans...it's the same old thing. Repetitive task, outrageous tricks, and blah. The levels in Tonk Hawk 4 are a lot better than then levels in T.H.U.G. It's shocking. I opened 5 of the 10 or so levels. The first 5 levels of Tony Hawk 4 were HUGE!!!! Every single one of them. Even Tony Hawk 3!!! They were incredibly HUGE! T.H.U.G. is unimpressive. The only good thing going for this game is the soundtrack. Fuck the PS2 version, I don't want to pay a monthly fee to play a game - especially one as repetitive as this one. For the first 4 days, this game ruled. After that, it was crap-tacular. I'll have a full review sooner or later. Next game I'm getting: Prince of Persia...that game from Ubi Soft that comes out the 19th. I've already pre-ordered it and everything. ¶2:11 PM e-mail me (0) comments Wednesday, November 12, 2003 Tsk Tsk. I've been studying a lot more. I've also been doing pushups and situps. IN a way, they both are pretty similar. I don't really like doing both. Both feel completely unnecessary to do. After doing both, I'm exhausted and anti-social. WTF? There's this pulsating pain in the back of my head. It's like a headache in the back instead of in the front. This is totally new to me. It's funny how it started happening when I began thinking about studying and "working out." I have such a great life; complete with circles and squares and triangles and kanji and hiragana and 0's and 1's and treble clef and bass clef and strings and people I like and people I fucking hate. That pretty much sums up this semester in a "testicle" shell (get it? hahaha...hmmm). I've been ripping DVDs like crazy. I've got a total of 35 movies on my hard drive (mostly all are ones that I purchased myself). IS this illegal? Fuck no. I'm just backing it up bayyyybeee. Today is going to suck. At 1PM, it begins. I don't come back to my room until 6PM (so it would be the perfect time to take a nap if you were my roommate...just letting you know). ¶9:50 AM e-mail me (0) comments Monday, November 10, 2003 Whoa. The year's not over yet, but Time Magazine is already calling the iTunes music store one of the year's coolest inventions. Apple's iTunes Music Store is Time's Coolest Invention of 2003. ¶12:37 PM e-mail me (0) comments "Annie are you okay?" I had all weekend to do some studying, and chose to do nothing buy play video games. Isn't that a bitch? (rhetorical question) I'm ripping Memento into .avi ...so far I've got 20G of just movies (not including my porn). Last night's Family Guy was pretty good; I couldn't see why it was too controversial to view on FOX. I've got a friend who's letting me "borrow" vol. 2 ("borrow" as in downloading it off a server, watching them, then "deleting" them ["deleting" as in deleting it off of my 20G hard drive, and "storing them" onto my 120G {"storing them" as in you forgetting everything I just said}]) "Annie are you okay?" (rhetorical question) Today should be a productive day. 3 Classes (11AM, 1PM, and 2PM) with a side of Pep Band at 5PM. We had a concert last Saturday - a 2 hour concert. It was for the parents. We played for around 200 people at one time, while they ate. Our first performance. The people were made up of parents (it was parent's day). Did my parents show up? (rhetorical question) It's okay, I understand that it takes 4 hours to drive down here. Okay, I don't know what else to talk about...go fuck off. ¶9:58 AM e-mail me (0) comments Sunday, November 09, 2003 3 new desktop pictures (or wallpaper...whatever). Check 'em out now. (You probably won't like them, but I do. That's all that matters.) Last night, we watched half of Hellsing. Such a good show. We ordered 2 extra large pizzas. There was a total of 4 people over, including my roommate. At one point 5. I'm not used to hanging out with a "lot" of people. But it was okay. Again, I'm gradually changing my way of thinking. A lot of it has to do with feeling confident that I'll say coherent things. For the most part, to someone who doesn't know me...what I say and how I say it can be quite hard to decipher. Though, to me it makes sense. I just say things backwards sometimes; especially when I don't think before I speak. The more comfortable I get, the more backwards I speak. It's odd. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the wallpaper. As always, more is on the way...I can't wait until I start writing reviews and shit. Oh! And the Flash animation, lol. I'll never have enough time to make some Flash cartoons. ¶3:09 PM e-mail me (0) comments Saturday, November 08, 2003 Hey people. Are you eating good in the neighborhood? Are your nipples nice and warm? Are you picking your nose?? Wondering why I am asking all these questions? Because I'm bored. Hellsing (go to that site, and read the reviews) came in the mail the other day...it's anime about vampires and junk, with a lot of blood. I loved it, so I'll be watching that all night. I was suppose to hang out with a buddy that was coming town to ChuckTown (Charleston, SC), but he has friend with him. People I don't know. If you know me, you know I really can't function normally around people I don't know. If I'm uncomfortable, I won't talk at all. It's the damnest thing. I've always been like that - all my life. It really sucks sometimes. I alienate myself from people even before I get to know them. It's a real drag. I try to change, but I can never make the full transition from introvert to extrovert. Never never ever ever ever ever never ever ever...etc. Am I bitching? Fuck yeah I am. ¶6:18 PM e-mail me (0) comments Thursday, November 06, 2003 Matrix Revolutions was great...as expected. I have a lot of opinions about it. Out of respect for you folks, I won't talk about it until I've given each of you ample time to see it. Until then, watch it for fuck sakes. ¶8:37 PM e-mail me (0) comments Wednesday, November 05, 2003 god fucking dammit! I hate it when people give me these condescending smartass answers: "Do you know what time Matrix Revolutions starts?" "No. Why don't you just get a paper?" In the tone that was used, that translated to..."Just get a paper you stupid ass! Stop bothering me...fuck off." To keep a friendship going = some kind of effort + a mutual respect for the exchanging of ideas. Being condescending isn't apart of the formula. I'm in a semi-bad mood now, but contradictory to what I've been like in the past, I'm not in a fuck-the-world mood. More like a fuck-the-person-who-said-it mood. So that's a major improvement of my personality. I'm evolving people; it's just taking too damn long. The next level of my evolution: being able to articulate how I'm feeling at the moment I'm distressed, whether than 10 minutes after the event is over. Fucking shit. ¶4:25 PM e-mail me (0) comments You people. I need to see Matrix Revolutions tonight. I'm gonna watch it tonight no matter what. There's a theater that is a 15 minute walk away. The sound setup suck, but it doesn't matter. I need Matrix now. Now goddammit! I need to be one of the first persons who see it. Need need need. I need to finish up my beef stew, and get dressed to get the fuck out of here. Time to find out what I made on my Computer Science test. That bastard professor better give me a B or higher, but I'll be happy with a C. Wish me luck! ¶12:12 PM e-mail me (0) comments Tuesday, November 04, 2003 What angers me today? ...hmm. What crumbles my little world? Probably stress most of all. At the moment, I'm not particularly stressed out. I have to do a report of a Jazz artist, and tell how the sounds this musician is putting out is the future of Jazz. Yeah, gotta do it tonight - last minute. I was busy last weekend studying remember? So stress is high up on my shit list. (procrastination really) Next on the list is going to have to be useless comments that are spoken about something I'm watching when I'm really trying to focus on what is being said on tv. Supposedly funny, these comments aren't. They subtract from the overall enjoyment of vegetating in front of a television screen. At least make the comments funny for goodness sakes. Me on the other hand, I don't even bother with commenting on stuff that happens on television if the people watching it with me aren't going to react at all. It's as if I'm talking to myself, so why say it out-loud and bother everyone? I wish more people thought like that. I wouldn't hate people so badly. I hate crackers. [insert uncomfortable pause] All I've been eating is crackers. The Cheese on Wheat variation - good stuff. There's something about them that just makes my taste buds say, "Oh my god! That's the good shit!!!!" And then, I wash it down with cool refreshing Mellow Yellow..."Oh my god! That's the good shit!!!!" In fact, I'm eating "the good shit" right now. Crackers, crackers, crackers....every where I look. That's what I get for going to a Cracker College. Too much cracker, not enough wheat. To much cracker, not enough cheese. Never enough Mellow Yellow. What the fuck am I talking about? FUCKING A!!!! Matrix Revolutions starts tonight in theaters everywhere. If I was at home, you bet you ass that I would be going to a 10:30 PM showing of it. And that shit would be free too. As free as college vagina. I'm planning on seeing it Thursday, and again this weekend sometime. I'm also planning on seeing it in an IMAX theater - there's one in Charleston about 20 minutes from here. "the good shit" ¶5:55 PM e-mail me (0) comments Monday, November 03, 2003 I studied for 2 days - my entire weekend - computer science junk. All weekend. I knew everything I needed to know to make a B or higher on the test I just took an hour ago. I knew how to do everything. However, it was only an hour long class! I needed at least an hour and a half to complete it. I didn't complete the test. Most of the class didn't complete it neither. Even the professor felt guilty for not making it shorter. I hope this p r o f e s s o r curves this test because everyone deserved either a shorter test, or more time. I hope this p r o f e s s o r realizes this. But if he doesn't, what I can I do about it? It's going to really suck if he grades as is. I will be incredibly angry if I don't make a B or higher on a test I should have been given more time to take. I had to skip Japanese...I was just too fucking tired for that shit. After a stressful hour of good old fashioned test-taking, going into a class where a teacher is constantly shouting out Japanese to you isn't on my agenda. ¶2:59 PM e-mail me (0) comments Sunday, November 02, 2003 Deception. I remember seeing a commercial for an episode of Family Guy to be aired on Nov. 2 on Cartoon Network. What's today? Nov. 2...deception. Yes, I did think it was odd that they were showing the show on a Sunday, but I thought since this was a special occasion they were going to show it at a special time on a special day. Damn you Cartoon Network for getting ....oh wait, Goddammit! They changed the date to Nov. 9th. They just showed a commercial for the new date change. You know, they could have told us a little earlier! Fucking shit. So, I repeat: Nov. 9th! They changed the date to Nov. 9! (those fuckers with their...power) ¶11:39 PM e-mail me (0) comments Make sure you watch Family Guy tonight at 11PM on Cartoon Network. It's an unaired episode that was to raunchy to air on Fox. If that's the case, you know it's gotta kick major ass. Tonight, 11PM on Cartoon Network. (If you would just check out my calendar, you would have known this by now. Not only do I put my academic schedule up on there, I put my anti-academic schedule on there...as you can see, I'm lacking in that department.) ¶4:38 PM e-mail me (0) comments Saturday, November 01, 2003 What's the funniest thing to happen yesterday (which was Halloween to those of you who didn't know)? After getting back from the football game (the Walterboro band sounded amazing), I went to a friend's room and we played Mario Golf for an hour or two. When we departed, upon going back to my room...I saw this guy in the lobby. There was an ambulance parked out door...those guys, along with about 3 dorm guards, were surrounded around this guy. There was puke in front of him in the floor - very nasty looking. There was a mop bucket also in front of him...obviously, he was missing the point of why it was there. Obviously. ...obviously. o b v i o u s l y. Uh...anyway, his face was also battered! Someone must of beat the shit out of him. Oh yeah! Did I mention that he was drunk and potentially alcohol poisened? I guess not. Shit! And that was suppose to be part of the punchline. Eh, it's still hilarious shit. So, after being noisy for a while...I continued on my long hard path back to my room. Being on the first floor sucks (sarcasm). You see! If I had done something Halloween-ish like all the top September 2002 / October 2002 / November 2002 / December 2002 / January 2003 / February 2003 / March 2003 / April 2003 / May 2003 / June 2003 / July 2003 / August 2003 / September 2003 / October 2003 / November 2003 / December 2003 / January 2004 / February 2004 / March 2004 / April 2004 / May 2004 / June 2004 / July 2004 / August 2004 / September 2004 / October 2004 / November 2004 / December 2004 / January 2005 / February 2005 / March 2005 / April 2005 / May 2005 / June 2005 / July 2005 / August 2005 / September 2005 / October 2005 / November 2005 / December 2005 / January 2006 / February 2006 / March 2006 / April 2006 / May 2006 / August 2006 / October 2006 / December 2006 / April 2007 / August 2007 / September 2007 / November 2007 / January 2008 / February 2008 / March 2008 / April 2008 /
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