Fireworks was an interesting event, although they were very beautiful it was being there with friends which made it more enjoyable. Hilarious, we played big 2 and the loser had to do stupid things. I lost the first two games and firstly I had to stand up and yell out loud “I feel like a woman,” three times. Secondly, I had to grab a plastic bag and go up to a trash can yelling “Where’s all the cans?” When Denny lost the game, that we rigged, he had to go up to this girl, while holding a plastic bag and ask her “Miss, would you like to go look for cans with me?” Ahh, that was fun.

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I really hate cops now, on the way dodging hoards of people some cop grabbed me by the arm and said “Stop fucking around.” What a fucking asshole, I didn’t even do anything wrong. Cops have no right to be rude. That really pissed me off, atleast I can simply reassure myself that he will die soon. It makes me want to pray to some sort of god to stab him. Really, really, he had no reason to be such a fucking asshole.

The only reason he should be excused for being such a fucking asshole would be that he just got fucked by his boyfriend the other night and got ripped up the ass. So, he had to get stitched up the ass immediatly and his reason for being pissed off is that he can’t sit down or lay on his back without the stitches ripping. But, then his boyfriend rapes him because he gets around of that asshole cop laying on his front. If you’re that cop and are reading this, please by all means kill yourself and your whole family for being such assholes.

Friggen people lead by real estate agents keep coming to look at my place, so I have to leave every once in a while. Today they came at 10:00 am in the morning, so early. On top of that I had to clean all this furniture out of the balcony. Peice of shit bed doesn’t even fit in the storage locker down stairs, unassembled of course. So the peices are just stacked against my wall. I was so tired after moving all these things back and forth. On top of that I’m broke, freaking broke ass broke. I need a job badly, so badly that… I would work for free, or, perhaps not quite. Anyways, some extra money would be nice – then I could buy a couple things, including a bunch of thermal take gear. I want a 480W power supply…

I fucking hate my father; he’s always so hypocritical and swainish. That asshole always believes that he knows everything and uses every single excuse he has to bitch and moan about whatever he can. He’ll wait for me to do something that he believes is a stupid fuck up and then point it out and bitch about it, saying I shouldn’t of done that. Even though it’s clearly visable that anyone would do the same fucking thing, and its clearly not their fault but his. I swear, there is a countless amount of times that I just had violent thoughts to extinguish his being from this planet. I can be quite forgivable, but when this shit erupts so frequently, it’s just not for me to handle. I can’t wait to move out. So many times, I supress my emotions of rage; if I never supressed, who knows, he may of been battered up and maybe even dead. I rationalize, which is what seperates me from the rest. Otherwise over half of the entire population would have been slaughtered due to my own doing.

This is the last day of laziness, I’m gonna keep my words this time. Starting tomorrow at the crack of dawn I’m going to start jogging again. Weightless, for now. Wearing ankle weights can not only drag you down, they’re uncomfortable. So, until my stamina is back to its unquenchable peak. No weights. Then after school I might hit the gym, finally. Hah, I’m so lazy – but might as well use it before I’m gone. Since this place is getting sold, fast! We’ll see how much energy I’ll have tomorrow. All I need to do is keep the iron rule, eat lots, sleep lots, no breakfast until after running. I seriously think I lost weight. Last summer I was 150 lbs, now who knows? 150 lbs, not bad for a skinny guy, eh. That just proves I’m dense, quite literally.

Today is a blazing hot day, I could feel the intensity of the heat just by moving wafting my hand around in the air after school. Math was shitacular, I did pretty bad on the logs test. Oh well, it was never my strongest subject. In the past 10 minutes I just finished hauling out a bunch of junk out of my room, including my bed. (I don’t like beds, they take up so much room. I’d rather have a futon or just a plain matress on the floor.) I threw out a majority of my school binders, who needs those things anyways? Oh, and my reason for cleaning this place out is my dad hired painters to paint all over so the apt can sell for more. Geez, he shoulda done that in the first place instead of getting me to help him paint the ceiling when it doesnt even stick.

Damn it forgot to hand out resumes again. Grr.

So tired lately and I haven’t given myself the time to take any naps, until today. Gah, I feel alot better but what about homework? I guess I’ll study for an hour then go back to bed, I really need sleep. Its funny that how my summerschool starts at 11:45am I’ve been automatically sleeping around 2:00am, I need to set that bedtime back a few hours to get some more energy. There’s always tomorrow morning too. Grr, math is disgusting! Absolutely disgusting! Time to cram once again for summer, after this course is complete I can throw all math out the window, literally.

THE BASTARD CHILD OF MYSELF AND BOREDOM
An epic tale of revenge and romance.

Intelligence which shattered a mind of serenity, erupted a long and forgotten state of fury. Everything he worked for collapsed, as a flying duck reacts to a gunshot wound, falling from far above to meet the Earth once more followed by a brief thump. On the ground, hounds tear at it’s muscles, bones, nerves, and sinews as the brain slowly falls into an eternal slumber preparing to release it’s true form. On the contrary, he was not at all surprised. As all experienced survivors know, one will never lose the game of life as long as they avoid ever being surprised. One last single strand of fate seperated a catastrophic end of times and a perfect world in his mind. There was hope, to avoid being that duck. Quickly, he chained the sheath of his short sword to his side and slided into his black wooden clogs. Rushing out of the city gates into the neighbooring forest, he tightened his grip around the handle of his blade. The trees rustled violently and became animated full of life. Branches, leaves and fruits pointed towards him. Nervously he unsheathed his sword and weilded it, readying himself to destroy all whom oppose him. The fruits exploaded, with missiles of seed clumps aimed in his direction. They peirced his armor, his soul, and all of his essence, consuming him in a cluster of death. His heart thrusted, back and forth, and finally exploaded as a tomato being mauled to the wall by an angry audience. In a spraying motion, all of his blood and organs seeped out of his body in a thick, smooth stream, so fast that it drilled a hole into the earth. So fast, that it caused his exterior features to be vaccumed inside out. From that glistening water fall of death the earth cried and moaned, as a tree sprouted from the freshly drilled hole. -They lived happily ever after, The End.

EDIT: I want to watch “Ichi the Killer”… sounds interesting. Must find it.

Genuine Intel P4 3.0Ghz
Asus Motherboard
4x 512MB DDR RAM
Radeon 9700AIW
LiteOn DVD/CD-RW
40GB/8MBCache Western Digital HDD
150GB/8MBCache Western Digital HDD

MicroATX Case
-Swap 3x fans to 3x ThermalTake fan “Smart CastFan II” (4800RPM)
-Saw and drill Extra Fan socket
-Install extra 1x ThermalTake fan “Smart CastFan II” /wLED (4800RPM)
-Swap 200W Power Supply for Zalman 400W Noiseless Power Supply

After a decade of idleness, he picked up his brush out of the dry and flattened earth. Its thin black bristles glistened as water trickled over it, rejuvenating what was once forgotten. His lacky removed a brown glass bottle from a wooden box and took off the cap. The brush, drenched in ink………..

Blah, painting is fun…

Summerschool is passing by slowly, but definately passing. About 4 more weeks are left of these long and painful math classes. I really wish I could get some shut eye in that class but it’s so intense! Non-stop note taking, today I wrote 5 double sided pages of notes plus some graphs. The notes keep piling up so fast that I don’t even get the opportunity to put my brain into action unless he gives us a couple minutes to do an example or two.

Anyways, I’m addicted to reading! You may not be able to teach an old dog new tricks, but you may teach an old dog old tricks!  I’m not old, I feel too young – yet my age deceives me.