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[06 Nov 2005|10:21am] |
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So I made a new one called ' wednesdays_gone ' and if you want to comment on it go ahead.
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[06 Nov 2005|12:01am] |
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I'm just going to make a new one. So have fun.
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[31 Oct 2005|09:02pm] |
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wtf mate you can still update this?
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[30 Oct 2005|04:36pm] |
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hi i'm bryan and i'm gay.
actually i have a crush on joyce lee.
no wait im homosexual.
kay bi.
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| My life |
[26 Oct 2005|03:44pm] |
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My life
is the same as it was before just with more quotes and a larger music selection.
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[24 Oct 2005|09:40pm] |
oh shit. who wants me to update this?
This is a 44 calibur love letter, straight from my heart.
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[26 Aug 2005|09:16pm] |
Damn it, I hate this fucking dramatic bullshit. People, just stop. Seriously, it might do you some good.
By the way, Bryan, I fixed your journal. You're welcome.
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| Angels! |
[26 Aug 2005|05:46pm] |
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Angels, I see angels. They hover over me!
And I am one ridiculous free flowing stream. And when I look up, I see the bottoms of their feet. Sweet angels.
Bunki is love. Do things better my love.
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| ahem, attention ladies and gentlemen |
[26 Aug 2005|05:41pm] |
since, all of you are probably one of the things below.
1.pissed off at me
2.want to kill me
3.want to hurt me
4.think i'm a fake.
5. all of the above
to get back at me my user name is
2ndhandroses
my password is
nov1588
k. now go make my lj living hell. bye.
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| First Day of School. |
[25 Aug 2005|11:01pm] |
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Boring. The Princepal talked about how to pass--nothing important. I was pretty much focused on this new cafeteria that's actually not-so-shitty. But then the Princepal moved on to talking about what he would do if he caught you smoking or drinking, since I do neither--I really started to not pay attention, although I heard him say, "I will wait until you're done smoking, bring you in my office, suspend you from school, bring you to court, and I will sue you." in which point Nick said, "And I will kill you." I laughed, which he didn't appreciate--but I did, so I guess that makes us even. Math class got 3 times bigger, which sucks because I know not many people will appreciate the old class's elite humor and sophisticated jokes and punch lines. There's this one girl in there that moved from Alaska or something, I wasn't paying attention again (Go figure) but she mentioned she hunted wolverines. That's what I do in my free time, but when she said that I started thinking about X-Men. Then I started thinking about what I would do if I had Wolverine's power--fast healing and titanium bones and whatnot. I'd probably fuck some shit up. I'm out of oreos. Shit.
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| Oreos are awesome |
[21 Aug 2005|11:41am] |
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Wouldn't it be sweet if you could catch shit on fire just by looking at it? Or even more sweet, wouldn't it be sweet if I could catch shit on fire just by looking at it? Of course it would. I would catch anything on fire that would look awesome--which is everything. If I was walking down the street and some kid falls off his bike and scrapes his knee--he starts crying. I walk over and say, "You've got bigger problems to worry about than that scratch on your knee, lad." and just combust him into flames. For women--pregnancy too much? Not to worry, I will set your ass on fire. Or I could set you on fire while you're giving birth--this way I kill two birds with one stone. Flat tire and stranded on the highway? Toasted. Feeling down because you need help getting a loan so you can buy a house? Torched. Standing around minding your own business? Incineration. You see, there is always a reason to catch shit on fire since fire is always good. I'd even catch a burning building more on fire, or the sun. Then for the finale, I'd stand on top of the highest building of New York so I am in clear sight of the whole city, and just burn it all.
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| Fine Dickhead, you want imagination? |
[18 Aug 2005|04:58pm] |
Chief decided he was anti-awesome and didn't like the fact that I could dominate him in Jurassic Park. But I destroy him in many things. Like this one time I was sitting on my roof with a shotgun because whores were trying to touch me. So every so often I had to blow their brains out of their skulls. Anyway, I almost blew Chief's arm off while he was trying to climb on my roof with me. I knew it was him but that doesn't change the fact I wanted to shoot him. So he climbs up, and asks to borrow my gun. I smile until I realize that he's serious. I take the end of the gun and just smash his jaw leaving him crying and crippled on my roof. By this time, the whores were REALLY starting to pile up--building human ladders out of themselves to reach the roof. I tried kicking Chief off the roof to distract them, but a helicopter came down and shined it's spotlight on me, rendering me blind for about 4 seconds. And by that time, Chief had already soiled himself, making me not want to touch him. The helicopter came down and transformed into a shitty Zion. That one car that looks like a giant box with wheels. Anyway, the Zion drove up my walls and onto my roof. It was then I got the car in a headlock, and gave it a noogie. Then all the whores floated into the sky and combined to make one GIANT whore. I mean what a slut. Everybody hates sluts, unless you're a dirty son of a bitch--in which case you would of found this erotic. Anyway, I picked up the car, punched a whole in it's gas tank, then threw it at the giant mega-whore, spilling gasoline on her. I shot the gas with my shotgun and she ignited into flames that lit up all of my backyard. Then it caught the neighbors house on fire (Sounds just like what a whore would do, after screwing all of the neighborhood guys).
Oh I'm home from vacation. Yeah, it was great.
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| this weird ass movie.. |
[15 Aug 2005|02:04am] |
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The movie was called Robots on Mars, or something. It was based on a team of good robot aliens trying to snatch a power jewel off of the bad guy (Who was also a robot alien). They wrote the movie based on my life story (even though me being in an intergalactic space war doesn't qualify as my "life" story, just a small detail to add to it). Now the movie was a 4-D in 3-D movie whatever the Hell that means. I just focused on the explosions and special effects. Although during the middle of the movie the bad robot-alien-thing got hold of the power jewel which caused him to grow to massive size. Nevertheless, the 'hero' in the movie flew into his mouth on this glider thing, and all the way down into his stomach... during his way down though, saws came out the insides of the bad guy's neck as something for the 'hero' to avoid on his pleasant trip down into the bad guy's asshole carrier. So the saws in his throat, made me totally forget about the whole "Get head from a deep-throating robot" idea I had planned out on my "25 Things to do before I die" list. Ah well.
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| Yeah i came up with the idea to make a game. |
[13 Aug 2005|02:03pm] |
I was waiting for the 100th person to IM me saying how limited my LiveJournal updates have been, and I think I covered that tonight. Read below.
You awesome kids who voted for which game you wanted to see made by me will be in working. The RPG will be called "The Virgin Island," in which case I have a couple ideas for shit to happen in the game, but not all. I'll be working on it with Chief also, who will most likely giving me text to use for the game as well as "mission" point-based sections in the game. Obviously sex is going to be part of the game, but so will giant black homosexual black men. For all of you who wanted a serious game: Too bad. For those of you who wanted a game that was for pussies: Too bad.
I had a private vote. But I still need the technology to make it which I'm working on.
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| My fucked up schedule. |
[10 Aug 2005|07:00pm] |
This is my screwed up schedule. Please notice all messups from 1-6. Thankyou.'
SEMESTER 1
1. english 12- mr ritchick.
2. Guitar III- mr rupert.
- doesn't have a 3rd period class- ( mess up numbero uno )
4. Fsh/Wildlife - Mr. James< WTF IS THAT? (mess up number 2)
Semester 2
1. Pe-Weight Conditioning - mr. dietrich
2. Teacher Aide- Downs/Guidance ( i asked for middleschool and i get guidance. way to go board of ed. Oh mess up number 3)
3. Chemistry-MR BASGIER(Mess up number 4. We requested not to have him, and i got him. Wtf? )
4. Theatre III-mrs igetknockedupandtreatbunkilikeshit mrs. hobson.
k. i requested honors latin 3 and 4. Not there. Messups 5 and 6.
Do you think something's wrong with our board of education?
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| Ten Thousand Fists |
[03 Aug 2005|04:38pm] |
Recently I heard all of Distubed's new album. (Ten Thousand Fists for you dicks that didn't get the title and connected it to the first sentence.) There is no beating around the bush when I say it's one of the greatest albums ever. The lead singer, David--kicks so much ass, period. But anyone that doesn't live under a rock knows that. 50 Cent, one of the most terrible rappers alive, is getting his own movie, book, and video game. 50 Cent in a video game?
--LAME--
50 sucks so much shit, they have to import shit from China, just so he can suck it. Disturbed needs their own video game. David's power would be to just sceam hardcore in people's faces, making their skin slowly peel from the muscles in their face until their spine breaks for no reason--Unless you mean the reason of David fucking rock out so hard that they just explode into 1,000 pieces. Occasionally you would pick up a guitar, and just start smacking children upside their skulls with it, shattering their bones. Nobody likes children anyway, especially David. Oh man, I remember this one time I went over David's house to listen to him rock out and make-up songs with him, and a kid that was selling something totally fucking stupid--probably barbies or something, came near David's house. Well, the kid didn't know David has an Anti-Stupid-Children-Zone 3000 alarm, so once the kid stepped within' a 10 mile radius of his house, David jumped in his car which is shaped like a giant guitar, and drove those 10 miles JUST so he can break the stupid little kid's neck. ...then he breathed fire on the kid and the kid melted into the pavement. I'm sure I'll have more actual events that happened later. Everyone listen to Disturbed--Ten Thousand Fists.
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| I'm a quarterhorse bitches! |
[02 Aug 2005|10:17pm] |
Take the quiz: "What breed of HORSE matches your personality ?"
Quarter horse
You are a typical American. You love to sprint and do all the American traditions. You can be a little shy sometimes but when your not around many people you come right out of that shell and become a confident person. Maybe if you were more confident around people you would become the new POPULAR person at school.
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| **SPECIAL NOTE** |
[01 Aug 2005|04:10pm] |
*Note: Shut up. Whenever I am Idle, IMs will be sent to my phone, so just IM me and I'll come back because I am usually playing video games--or saving children from children-eating children.
Okay. That's it. Go back to your lives and I'll go save childrean who are being eaten by children. ♥
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