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| 02:42pm 06/12/2006 |
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mood:  busy
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Fuck snitches and sting operations. Thumbs up to H-Dub and rooftop sunrises. |
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| 01:16pm 26/10/2006 |
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mood:  bored
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I woke up pissed with Bishop blaring bagpipes at 10:00. I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth and smoked a bowl. I called Balls to get the keys to the diesel truck for the last time(?) and set shit up. After that was all taken care of I crawled over to my 1:00 class, which happened to be the Jazz ensamble's expose of excellence. I came back, wrote a paper, and got retarded. We talked about absurdity again in my 3:45 religion class, that was interesting. When I got back I started drinking a little, but had a 7:00 sociology test. I sloppily wrote a couple of essays about how capitalism lead to slavery and racism in America then e-mailed them to my professor. Test done, I went to the field and lost a game of football badly. Pi Lam meeting after that, pledges made me mad again... oh well. After that, went back to the house and continued drinking. We gave Thackery a swirlie at about 4:30.
Routine. I'm your candle, always lit but never bright. |
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| Rock N' Roll... the return |
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| 05:51pm 17/07/2005 |
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mood:  mellow
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So far this summer I've...
Been to amsterdam
Done a lot of drugs
Been to Munich
Drank a lot of beer
Been back with america
Gotten with some girls
Spent a night in jail
"Rock Starred" a hotel room
threw away a long term relationship
Got a sunburn on the beach
Hung out with old friends
met new friends
Drank an Irishman under the table
Got kicked down the stairs by a drunk german
Got grabbed by a crackhead.
And I still have another month. Wish me luck. |
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| 02:04pm 31/10/2004 |
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mood:  touched
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rock and roll. |
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| wtf im l33t! |
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| 07:55pm 06/09/2004 |
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Fuck the bullshit, its time to throw down.
yeah, school starts tomarrow. |
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| wtf im l33t! Hardee's is teh hotspot?!?@#@!?#^&* |
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| 12:34am 17/07/2004 |
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mood:  confused
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I dont know if any of you have read David's post already (gimmi_now), but first off just let me say that an unpredictable series of events probably kept me from getting arrested the other night.
Now, let me throw in these pictures.
and the story begins to unravel.
So I woke up in the mall... not really but sort of. I had somehow ended up there wandering aimlessly around, confused and alone. But fortunately, David Mishkel and Matt Wolfson (whom I hadn't seen since school ended) found me and saved me. I put on the old Stephen charm and convinced them come "come back to my place".
I blacked out again. I don't really remember what happened after that, but I do remember being hungry. We had traded Matt Wolfson for Matt Pavlich, and were pulling into Hardee's when it started POURING down rain. Not wanted to dampen our thickburgers, we found a table at this unusually packed resturant.
COUNTRY MUSIC BEGAN TO PLAY. Not just any country music, live country music. Maybe it's the southern blood running through my veins, maybe it was the grease from the thickburger, or maybe it was just the moment, but I was amazed at the talent these musicians had. We called as many people as we could to witness this unusual spectacle... I mean come on now... A concert at Hardees? This sort of thing could seriously never happen anywhere North of York County Virginia... There were peanut farmers dancing in the line... I spent three dollars on a ham raffle... It was so beautiful.
Nothingness again...
So we want to go to this chick's house... well it wasnt really her house, but she was "Watching it for a friend" who didn't happen to be home... for the summer. But Justin's drunken self couldn't give us directions. After wandering around coventry for about half an hour, Pavlich remembers where it's at. We pull up, get out of the car, only to find that a dude runs towards us and yells "cops". So, we turn and casually walk the other way. Upon driving out, my car gets wedged in between a cop arresting some kid and a big ass truck. So, trying to manuever as best I could out of the way the cop informs me of my intent to run somebody over.
That night I ended up in the coventry parking lot being asked my Wolfson if I wanted to play a game of grabass.
I have no idea what happened that day.
-Stephen! Anderson is currently collecting money for the Little Donny Foundation. |
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| wtf im l33t! St3ph3n CRUSH1>!@>#!@>#%!%^???@# |
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| 01:11am 13/07/2004 |
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Have I become political?> I sure as hell hope not. I find myself watching the news more than any other TV shows (southpark save me) and screaming at John Kerry for being such a fucktard. Yes, a fucktard. 
Anyway, so I havent really been doing much. I've been working, watching the upright citizens brigade and playing teh bass.
I need to take a picture of my finger so I can show everybody my man-hands. And man-hands indeed they are. My index finger has become void of all feeling due to the huge amounts of dead skin wrapping around it. It is a beautiful sight. The dead skin, when exposed to water for extended amounts of time, tends to shrivel up and protrude giving it a sort of "decaying minnow head" look.
I relized why I don't post as much as I used to. Nobody really wants to hear about my life. If I keep personal thoughts here, everybody will read them (and henceforth know that I'm very, very gay) so I can't do that. But If I put about what a super-happy-fun time I am hanging out with other supercooldudes I will merely be showing off how much better my life is than anybody elses, and that shoot the suicide rate up at least 12%. So I guess I'm happy updating every 4 months.
Although I would like to use this as an outlet for my hatred of Michael Moore... that cunt.
-Stephen! Anderson believes in the fight for his first amendmentright... to party. |
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| Stephens music is teh pwn. |
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| 11:01pm 21/03/2004 |
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Anyone who isn't dead or from another plane of existance would to well to cover their ears right about....
now.
*Fractal Glider - Titanium Walls* = Download it. |
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| foresighted thanks to maddox for the stolen line. |
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| 08:20pm 14/03/2004 |
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mood: im still sick, bitch.
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If you've listened to the entirity of the Bloodhound Gang's "Hurray for Boobies" you may have come across a six second song that consists 100% of Jimmy Pop coughing
Take that six seconds of Jimmy Pop coughing.
Now multiply that by 100,800.
you now have 604,800 seconds of coughing, and a slight idea of how the previous week was for me.
just something interesting to note... But I just noticed that I've been putting the "irate" in "livejournal pIRATE" since 14th July 2001. Thats a buttload of time. |
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| Horrah! |
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| 06:53pm 10/12/2003 |
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I, Danielle Kulas, have created a live journal!!!!
my username is britishplonker
so add me!!! |
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| danielle |
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| 07:21pm 09/12/2003 |
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mood:  sleepy
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I cant wait to go to college...
I'll be away from my fucking dad. I'm sick of him needing me to tell him constantly that i appreciate the shit he does for me. I dont most of the time. And i'm not a liar. Therefore i think its fucked up when he bitches me out or punishes me for not telling him what he wants to hear, even if i fucking don't mean it.
Don't get me wrong, he looks out for me and everything, blah blah blah, but he's the most irrational person i've ever known. And his emotions are running high fucking all the time. Its like he's a woman. In the words of the wise teacher Ms. McGowan: "He's such a fucking vagina. I just want to tell him to grow a fucking dick."
And now i sound like my sister because all she does is complain about dad (its true emily) and i hate complaining. I just had to get this out because no ones around to talk to.
P.S. Stephen, I hate using your journal like this because half the people on your friends list dont know me and as a result dont care. SOOO... if anyone out there has a code they want to give me so I can have my own I'd be much obliged.
P.S.S. I never knew I could spend 2 hours at starbucks and enjoy it |
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| 08:18pm 07/10/2003 |
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mood:  irate
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I want to get the FUCk out of here
The FUCK away from my fucking dad
fuck fuck fuck
What the fuck is his problem, I did not do a fucking thing\
And where does he get off threatening my sister |
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| laaaaaast day |
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| 01:35pm 07/10/2003 |
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mood:  anxious
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This is Danielle, sneaking in some computer time.
Today is my last day of being grounded after a month, which means that tomorrow is my first day of being not grounded.
Tomorrow is also my birthday. I want to go see a rated r movie. oooooooo
So, now that I am not shunned by the world anymore, call me, make plans with me, hang out with me!!
Par-tay on Friday. |
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| wtf im l33t! school fuctions are teh suck!!@#$%^&*)) |
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| 11:21pm 06/10/2003 |
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mood: aggravated
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Okay, so I'll admit it. I have never been to a high school football game before this, nor will I ever probably do it again. However, while I was there (the 151 probably made me do it) I saw something like 12389570934856543232435.9392 people I hadn't talked to in forever (sort of like Samson's funerals... odd). Tailgates was teh suck except for the food, which the wrong buns were used to eat my hot dog. Goddamnit!
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Much more fun would have been had that night had it not been for goddamnwork the next morning (mourning). Oh well. Dank quit, I have to take his shifts. You remember Dank don't you? The big black dude with dreads who kept talking about how his Best Buy job was just until he can get his "buisiness" running. did I mention his name was DANK?
-Stephen Anderson is tired. |
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| wtf im l33t! and im damn dirty as well!?!@?!@$%%^*(( |
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| 12:13am 25/09/2003 |
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mood:  dirty
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Allright, so today I had closing all by my lonesome... and some jackoff's decided to break 2 of the 3 vacuums that we have which by the way, If i ever find out whodunnit I'm going to push him/her into a big vat of AIDS (its been over 25 years, we can now officially make AIDS jokes). So I go to get the smooth ass-ultra sweet yellow uber-vacuum from the Appliances DEPT like I normally do, but once again, I was dicked! Somebody fucking took the vacuum (probably the dousch who originally broke the normal ones).
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I had to reach up the tall ass shelf and grab the homo-bright-purple faggot vacuum (that queers only use, normally). So I vacuum the wireless section up, and I'm not able to figure out how to open the goddamn dirt container. I try everything, and finally, for no reason whatsoever, it drops its load all over my stomach (homosexual innuendo intended). So I'm all dusty, I'm all dirty, I have to use the fag-o-vac once again to vacuum the floor... and then the fag-vac sucked me as well (I've never been so confused....erhm repulsed).
Worst 2 minutes of my entire life.
-Stephen Anderson has no idea if he'd enjoy a man better than a woman, and has no intention of ever finding out. |
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