What does everybody think of the new template? Yeah, I know..it sucks. But what can I do? Most of the templates suck. I can only hope to change the colors and make it cool that way. I’ve been thinking of changing it to a differently-colored version of the Thisaway Blue template.
Hello you people out there in TV land! My science teacher in seventh grade used to say that all the time. Mr. Jones. He must have had some sort of brain tumor, he’d go behind people when they were unawares and start screaming the song “OKLAHOMA…” and they’d jump out of their skin. Well, the reason I made this post is because today I just passed my six-hundred sixty-sixth post. 666! 666! I love The Doom Generation. It pleasures me in ways hitherto unknown to the human race. Daniela made a purchase that came to $6.66 when we went to Arcata that one time. That was the best day ever.
Dead wife, dead wife, la la la la la la!
Search my blog for details on the song above–I would find the relevant post, but I sincerely don’t care. The comedy value for me is intact. The TV calls me. I must obey my master. And not in that way.
Oh! And I wanted to say something to Tara, but I don’t remember what it was. Hmm. Maybe it’ll come to me.
> Nine Inch Nails - No, You Don’t
> Tool - Prison Sex
> Marilyn Manson - Snake Eyes and Sissies
> Elastica - Waking Up [my theme song!]
Oh yeah bitch. I got my profile picture to work. How do you like that one, Blogger? Oh! Oh! Who’s the man? Me. I’m in dire need of bois. I want to go browsing profiles at xy soo bad. I should check my profile there, I just moved it from the Sacramento listing back to Arcata/Eureka, so I should change it to sound more urbane. I’ve been pretty blasé to the whole concept of term papers and finals, since I devour good literature so much just on a regular basis. I have to write two papers for Religions (one is a seven to ten page behemoth) and ten one-page essays for Biology. I don’t really have to do the Bio stuff, because I’m going to fail anyway, but it interests me, so I’m going to do it anyway. My AOL instant messenger is being a pill and isn’t letting me talk to anybody. I’m going to have to reinstall it. I’m doing that now. My foot has been all swelled up today, a residual aftereffect of it being smashed against the rock during the bonfire. I ran out of gauze this morning, so I had to safety-pin up my shorts for my first class, then run to Wal-Mart for gauze and Bactine. I kept seeing the Johnny the Homocidal Maniac cartoon in my head “Where the fuck is the Bactine!!!!” I was supposed to get an interview with the lady that runs the coffee cart, Riese, but I didn’t feel like dealing with people today–so I was passive-aggressive and didn’t do it. Cock fuck. And now Daniela thinks that I don’t like her or something because AOL kept being a poo. Grr. Well, like I care. My dad is gone today–I don’t know why. I guess he’s at his girlfriend’s house and that I would think he’s asleep when I got home (on Photography nights I get home around ten). How lame. Well, I think I’m going to brush my teeth and see what’s on TV. I need a cute intelligent boi. I was considering never speaking to Jordan today, and it didn’t really faze me. I need to move on. It’s sad to say, but he’s old news. We had sex a while ago, and it revolted me. His whole being started to revolt me a while ago, but it hadn’t reached a fever pitch until this last week. Sad. He means well. We just don’t live in the same world. The same problem with him and Kevin. Maybe nobody will ever get me. I think Amanda would get me. Too bad she’s a girl. And that she’s fifteen. She reminds me of myself at fifteen if I would have gotten my act together and worked in school instead of getting A’s on my tests then socializing with my friends instead of doing homework. Hm. The differences are profound, but she still reminds me of me at fifteen, except that I had very permissive parents compared to hers. Oh, I stopped off at Royce’s today to see if he was there and to see if he would get me, but he wasn’t home. How depressing. Oh, my dad’s home. Cool, he never knew I didn’t go to Photography. The day is getting better and better. I saw Pat and Nicole at Photography, but they were leaving, so I left too (I didn’t have my negatives with me). Pat is inexorably HOT. Nicole is so cool, it’s too bad she’s going to move away to Portland or something like that. *tear* Okay, done with blogging. Off to the TV. Now.
Well, I succeeded in putting a photo on my blog, but it was not where I wanted it. I’m trying again.
