I live in a world of 'What the hell?'s

My Final Resting Place.

Thu, 24 Feb 2005 03:25:53 GMT

Couchtopia

Joint Blog with Carl. Enjoy.

Sun, 06 Jun 2004 22:08:46 GMT

This is the most interesting survey I've ever come across...

BTW, in case you all didn't know, I have a GreatestJournal Account, so if any of you also have accounts with GJ, and wish to add me, my userinfo is HERE My journal at GJ is much more prettyful than here...

You're battling a diabolical enemy, and he suddenly presents you with two groups of hostages. The first group contains only your lover of five years, and the second group contains 100 people whom you've never met nor seen before. The enemy says he'll free only one group, but kill the other. Which group would you save, and which group would you let die?

Since I'm not a superhero, in which case I would cunningly be able to defeat the diabolical enemy, and rescue both groups, getting laid in the end, I suppose I'd... I don't know. Define this lover. I mean, if it's someone who I'm unbelievably and madly in love with, who loves me in return, fuck the 100 people, they're probably evil minons posing as hostages anyways, but if it's just someone that I love, someone that might not love me back, fuck that, I'd save the people even if I knew they were minons.

You've somehow discovered the meaning to human existence. What is it?

42.

You're presented with a choice. You can choose to have the most beautiful person of the opposite sex yours forever, you can have infinite knowledge of the world and the universe, or you can have wealth and power beyond your wildest dreams. Which do you choose?

I don't want the most beautiful person of the opposite sex. I want the guy (and I stress guy, penis NOT optional) that I can be with forever. If he happens to be the victim of a tragic grenoble-like nuclear accident, so be it. I don't care. Not to sound all cheesy or whatever, but I'd rather be with someone who is ugly but has good personality than with someone unbelievably pretty who is a total and complete jerk, mind you we're talking about forever here... one night stands would be a VERY different story. So, I would choose knowledge I guess...

--Story: The Odd Forest--

You are currently walking along a rather boring field when you happen to see a large, luscious forest before you. As you approach a break in the trees, a small woodland creature asks you to pay to enter the forest. He asks not for money, but for your most prized possession. What are you forced to surrender?

Wouldn't your most prized possesion be your life? I mean, is there any question? Without your life, there wouldn't be any other possesions... but that would defeat the purpose of going to the forest I guess... you'd die before you got in. So, in the interests of not totally ruining the story, I suppose my sight or hearing or something. I don't know what I'd do without music or art.

You find a weed-covered path inside the forest and begin your walk. You soon reach a fork in the road. To the left, there is a wooden sign that says "pond". To the right, there is another sign. On it is the thing that most angers to you. If you go right, what will you encounter?

It's really best that I don't answer this question.

You go left, and stumble upon a serene pond in the vast forest. This is no ordinary pond, for it reflects your greatest fear. When you gaze into it, what do you see?

Abandonment, death alone.

You walk beyond the pond and see two young children fighting about something. The smallest child insists that your greatest desire is to escape the forest, but the taller child is correctly guessing your greatest desire. What is the taller child saying?

True freedom... from everything, including existence.

You peacefully end the children's quarrel, and they invite you into their home in gratitude. On their kitchen table is a plate of your favorite dish. What is it?

...I don't know... there'd be a lot of different foods I guess... fruits and candy and chicken.

You eat the delicious food, thank the children, and then proceed out of the house. You find the path in the forest and being walking it. Along the way you see a beggar. The beggar is pleading for whatever you can spare. You reach into your pockets and give the contents to the beggar. What do you give?

Although I have $50, I can only spare about $30 because I need some of it for groceries later this week.

You seem to be reaching the edge of the forest, for the woodland creature has reappeared. He bears your most prized possession, and says you must complete a task in order to have it returned to you. He says that the task is to do the thing you have tried, and tried, and tried to do, but have never been able to complete. What must you do?

Acheive true happiness without the aid of any other being.

You miraculously complete the task, and are reunited with your most prized possession. The woodland gives you a little something extra, your least favorite belonging. What must you now unwillingly carry?

Memories, regrets, and a feeling I can't seem to rid myself of.

You draw nearer to a break in some trees, but the children from before are here, once again fighting. This time, they are trying to decide who should get to keep a gold coin they found on the path. The taller child insists he should keep the coin because he is the stronger of the two, but the shorter insists he should keep it because he is older. You can think of only one solution to the problem. You decide that you should keep the coin. The children agree, but want something in return. They want the best thing your parents have ever given to you. What do you trade in exchange for the gold coin?

Again, I think it would be my life, but seeing as that would ruin the story, I suppose, my will to learn or something.

You reach another break in the trees, one you hope is the exit to the forest. You hear a noise, and turn around to see that you were followed by the person you most loathe. Who has been following you?

Again, really best I don't answer.

You decide to ignore the person and press on through the break, but are stopped by the woodland creature, the children, and the beggar. They all smile at you and thank you for coming into the forest. They have been lonely for so long, because so few people wish to forfeit their most prized possession. In gratitude, they offer you something you once had, but lost. What do you get as a reward for going into the forest?

Hmph... something I never wanted back. Glad I lost it, and yet it still lingers.

You leave the forest, and the woodland creature stops you one last time. He asks you for your name, your birthday, and your place of birth. He says it's for recordkeeping purposes, so what do you tell him?

Courtney Danielle Wright, February 6th, 1988, Santa Maria, CA.

You look back at the forest as you walk away and reflect upon your travel. As you do this, the children run out, screaming and crying. They say that the person you love most is trapped inside by the person you most loathe. Who is the captor, and who is the captive?

Strangely, I think they would be the same person.

You decide to return to the forest to save your loved one. You are unsure of what is happening inside the seemingly peaceful place, but you know that your loved one needs you. You request that the children deliver a message to your family in case you don't return from the forest. What is your final message?

I wouldn't be able to think of one. I guess just to tell them that I love them or something... I'm not really poetic about such things.

Maybe we can meet again further down the river.

Fri, 04 Jun 2004 23:23:02 GMT

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Wed, 02 Jun 2004 17:14:11 GMT

My aunt is bedridden now. They've had the priest give her last rites. She's got a cathader, and she can't fucking eat anything. And right now I'm working on my english project in case she dies.

How's that for overly depressing?

Not to mention I was already depressed this week because I'm tired of always wearing my heart on my sleeve and getting hurt. I'm tired of people always knowing (or thinking they know, which is worse) how I feel about everything and everyone. I'm tired of pretending, and tired of being lied to, and talked about behind my back. I'm especially tired of having to hate people because they hate me based on misunderstandings and other people's opinions.

...

Sat, 29 May 2004 04:16:26 GMT

So um... in my coffee induced stupor... (in which I would normally impart great philosophical knowledge, e.g. the meaning of life) I've decided that my User Info page, shouldn't contain any actual information, except for my declaration of insanity.

And so it is.

I feel like I should write something... but I've no ideas. So I might a) start that essay thing or 1) expand that horror story I wrote a while back.

I've gone from hip hop (public enemy) to show tunes (moulin rouge and little shop) to Heavy thrasher get-knocked-up-in-a-mosh-pit-and-no-one-knows-the-babydaddy metal (fear factory and in flames), all in one day. And now I appear to be heading back to 80s alternative rock. Weiiiiird...

FEAR FACTORY ROCKS MY SOCKS! And I've decided that the only two public enemy songs I really like are:

- 911 is a joke
- Fight the Power (which is funny cause........ I'm white.)

[/jeterfan]

Running just as fast as we can, holding on to one another's hand.

Fri, 28 May 2004 20:14:17 GMT

So... I went on an icon spree last night, and I'm too lazy to reupload these to my icon journal so here they are:

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So I had this really bizarre dream last night... I was like, fighting these zombies, and I was killing them with my favorite kitchen knife. Which I would never do, because it's my favorite fucking knife. No one can touch my knife. So anyways, I was fighting this zombie, and it took the knife from me, and then I grabbed the knife by the blade (which I seem to do a lot in dreams) and I cut my fingers, of course, but I got the knife back. After I killed it, we like, cooked it, and we were eating it... it tasted like shit, I remember that. I can taste things in dreams for some reason. The bits of zombie looked a whole lot like a combination between sausage links and jelly beans... like linked jelly beans. It was awesome cause for some reason when I pulled them apart, they turned different colors. But when everyone else (and by that I mean my family) did it, they stayed the same color.

Night before I had a dream about driving... it was rather wreckless driving. I looked up driving in my dream book thing and it said something like, driving is a reflection of how you live your life or something like that. So wrecklessly apparently... even though in the dream my mom was driving. I think that was the same dream as the one where I was on a cruise ship, underwater, and there was time travel and cryogenic preservation, and I distinctly remember these vivid blueprints for shit that I could have never thought of. It was so awesome.

That's actually not accurate at all. I never ever dream about sex. If I had to percent it, I'd say like 4% Most of the time I dream about killing zombies or something... Or being on a cruise ship that happens to be underwater for some inexplicable reason.

Reach out and touch faith.

Fri, 28 May 2004 02:00:50 GMT

OMFG... The Count of Monte Cristo is the greatest movie ever created.

You know how you know it's a great movie? After you watch it, you idolize the guy. You actually want to start calling yourself the count of monte cristo, learn to sword fight, and when someone asks you why you did it, you'll respond 'It's complicated.'

So what if he spent 13 years of hell in a french prison! He was totally awesome, and he had a servant guy! I'll take the 13 years of hell, thank you.

This indecision's buggin' me.

Thu, 27 May 2004 19:06:00 GMT

Dear Cow,

I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate everything you have done for me. For thousands of years we have lived off of your milk and meat. If it wasn't for your brave and selfless act of having yourself and countless others of your species slaughtered, we might have to eat vegetables.

We really do wish that we could take your milk, meat, and skin without you having to die. Maybe one day we will find some sort of plant that can provide us with near beef like foods and a drink similar to milk. Only if such a 'magical' plant existed.

Until then, you're just going to have to die.

Sorry, cow.

Sincerely,
Jeterfan

And all the time I gave away
Made me who I am today.

Sat, 22 May 2004 02:03:59 GMT

You are stupider than a log failing log school. (stolen from mia)

Pikachu fetus! Hooray fetus!

Thu, 20 May 2004 19:45:14 GMT

Kaufman Returns?

I personally think it's a hoax, especially since the article is not from a reputed news source, and seems to have been written by 'Andy' himself. I don't think it's a coincidence that the only other place on the web proclaiming his return ('His' Online Blogger) is mentioned in the article.

Thoughts?

Wed, 19 May 2004 23:26:51 GMT

It's a crazy health class I learn in. We were assigned the task of writing a rap/poem about pregnancy.

Lo and behold the product of my deranged mind:

I am experiencing pregnancy.
I have an obstetrician,
He's my baby's technician.
Soon he will have an Apgar Score,
I hope his health isn't poor.
My breasts are affected by prolactin,
and pretty soon I'll start contractin'.
I had a miscarriage because I suffer bulemia,
And before that I had toxemia.
My zygote matured but now it's gone,
The magenta placenta failed to nourish,
And the little fetus did not flourish,
So much for my conception.

But I don't feel any different.

Tue, 18 May 2004 02:00:17 GMT

So....

I think I've finally become a total and complete loser. I outlined an essay (10 part essay) about the importance, advantages/disadvantages, evolution, and definitions of religion. During chem. I was bored, but I picked up the wrong book this morning, and I didn't feel much like reading the communist manifesto (did I mention I have no freaking clue how Jeremy reads that crap without wanting to kill himself? It's so unbelievably boring and dry... economics should be more fun).

So, I'll be working on that over the next, month or so. I'll post it eventually.

I had a dream last night, but I don't remember what it was about. I think I killed something in it. I've had a few of those lately. I think I have too much extra energy that is being shown that way, through violent actions/thoughts. I know about it, but I've learned that there's nothing I can do about it. So fuck it. And fuck you.

G'night. I love most of you.

I traced the cord back to the wall,
No wonder it was never plugged in at all.

Sat, 15 May 2004 23:33:24 GMT

HITLER WAS A BLACK MAN!

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So, I love mia, I love her so much. Over the course of just one weekend, her DDR teachings have made me progress from mastering light mode, to mastering Standard, and being moderately good at Heavy mode. The biggest thing I learned how to do was to do those off-beat arrows. That was really important, before I would just like, spasm, and not actually get anything accomplished.

MIA ROCKS AND I WANT TO HAVE HER CHILDREN.

She said 'It's cold outside' and hands me a raincoat.

Thu, 13 May 2004 22:06:22 GMT

I don't like people.

Sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell.

Tue, 11 May 2004 23:02:32 GMT

Did I ever tell you how much a good fic + contentness with oneself rocks?

More than rocks.

Go read Spike Lips! Lips of Spike! if you haven't already.

And if you have... The Wacky Adventures of Spike and Buffybot!

I <3 Monkeybottoms!

You walk a lonely road.

Sun, 09 May 2004 22:12:41 GMT

I cannot believe I missed this.

Our youth is fleeting, old age is just around the bend and I can't wait to go gray
I'll sit and wonder of every love that could have been
If I'd only thought of something charming to say.

Sun, 09 May 2004 14:54:51 GMT

I feel shitty. I stayed up late last night writing that stupid character comparison essay for english.

I read a book. A graphic novel to be exact. Blankets. Michi read it before me. I love this book. So very much. I hate everyone in it, but I figure that's because I hate realistic books. Books where I can actually relate to the characters. Books where they describe thoughts that I have actually had before regarding escapism through dreaming and drawing. Not to mention the end, which I really liked, made me cry. I really need to stop crying about shit. What the hell happened to me? I didn't cry about anything before and then WHAM! --> devil potion or something. Instant tears. All the time.

I'm feeling rather irritable today. I'm angry at people for past things. Without spelling it out, the fact that I'm posting in this journal should make it everclear who exactly I'm having a hard time even thinking of right now. I don't know why. I just... I can't. I'm impatient and easily-miffed today. And I was yesterday too. I think I'm just going to play majora's mask for the remainder of my shitty sunday, on which I had to wake up at like 7:30 AM (totally unreasonable) to go to church for the second day in a row.

I love blankets.

The cheese cannot save you now.

Sat, 08 May 2004 21:02:57 GMT

Did somebody say 'King of the Mountain (mountain...mountain...)?'

Everybody wang chung tonight.

Fri, 07 May 2004 01:19:16 GMT

Totally fucking awesome. Plus, bunnies.

We can plant a house
We can build a tree
I don't even care
We could have all three

Mon, 03 May 2004 20:47:45 GMT

*has musicgasm*

OMFG I love Duran Duran. So very very very very very very very very much. And Michael Jackson, and the Beatles, and Billy Idol, and Iron Butterfly, and and... and I love you!

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I love the library. I went and blew all my money on LPs. I got...

- Iron Butterfly/In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
- Jefferson Airplane/Crown of Creation
- The Doors/Strange Days
- The Beatles/Yellow Submarine
- Eurythmics/Be Yourself Tonight
- Michael Jackson/Thriller
- Billy Idol/Billy Idol
- Dire Straits/Brothers in Arms
- Billy Idol/Don't Stop
- Grease Soundtrack
- Culture Club/Colour By Numbers
- The Baroque Beatles Book
- The Alan Parsons Project/I Robot
- Billy Idol/Whiplash Smile
- Switched On Bach
- Duran Duran/Rio

Squeeeeeee! Plus I got a bunch of philosophy books for $1 a piece.

Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man.

Sun, 02 May 2004 07:49:25 GMT

01. I am perfectly content to sit by myself for hours listening to the same songs over and over again.
02. I'm a loud obnoxious son of a bitch. >3 Ha ha.
03. I would love to kill a country line dancer.
04. I used to be carefree, but my awakening to the way of the world has burdened my personality.
05. I can completely lose myself in a song.
06. Driving aimlessly while blasting music is therapeutic.
05. I love fall.
06. I hate turtleneck sweaters with a passion.
07. My friends mean the world to me.
08. I also hate when people TypE LyKe D1s.
09. I love to sleep in past 1 PM more than anything in the world.
10. I believe that even if they work, long distance relationships still suck.
11. Fuck you.
12. I don't like most people right off the bat, I need info to form an impression.
13. I like shopping for underwear.
14. I don't like studying.
15. After highschool I will most likely become a hobo.
16. Sometimes I feel like passing out in the middle of the floor for no reason.
17. I want to visit Germany and go to a Rammstein concert in Berlin.
18. I have a lot to learn.
19. I'm a carnivorous son of a bitch.
20. I sometimes like to watch the rain and think.
21. I hate new age punk fools.
22. Johnny Depp is really hot.
23. Groups of the same kind of people make me sick.
24. I can type rather fast.
25. I wish I could sleep better.
26. I wish love was like a movie.
27. I'm not a huge fan of the holidays.
28. The way Americans celebrate St. Patrick's day makes me sick.
29. I want to win the lottery one day.
30. I love the vines.
31. I trust people way too easily.
32. I don't have a job.
33. I dont like a lot of people
34. I say fuck to charities.
35. I know a lot of people, but only have a few close friends.
36. I'm easy to get along with... if I like you. (and if i don't)
37. I consider myself well versed in pop culture.
38. I like having 'movie nights' with my friends.
39. I need to find an outlet for all my displaced hockey energy that has no use as of now.
40. I'm very insecure, even though I don't show it. (although I think I do show it, my heart is bleeding all over my sleeve)
41. I really enjoy thoughtful gifts, even if they cost nothing.
42. I never want to live in Australia.
43. I'm too assumptuous.
44. I love writing.
45. Sometimes words can actually hurt me more than sticks and stones.
46. The movie Dawn of the Dead freaked me out.
47. I like holding hands more than anything.
48. I believe that progress is an illusion.
49. Sometimes, I like spending time alone.
50. I'm not a big fan of relationships.
51. It needs to be quiet and dark for me to fall asleep.
52. I've never been kissed (people have attempted, but they were all ugly or weird...)
53. I love to find money in my coat pockets.
54. In the winter i never want to leave my house.
55. I wish I was good with directions.
56. I'm pretty good with forgetting about things.
57. I like to read futuristic and philosophical novels.
58. I play around with my hair way too much.
59. Emotional neediness scares the crap out of me. (especially when it's coming from me)
60. Hearing people say they miss me, when I thought they didn't care, makes me smile.
61. I sometimes wish I was ignorant.
62. One of my favorite movies is Haiku Tunnel.
63. I'm very loud.
64. I feel like something's missing, even though I'm pretty content with my life right now.
65. My hair has a mind of it's own, and that mind is a paranoid schizophrenic.
66. I think you are gross!
67. I don't care what anyone thinks of me.
68. I like the fact that I'm not in a relationship. Having to care about someone else that much seems to deter my mind from more philosophical thinking and cloud my vision. Relationships are now strictly banished to the summer months.
69. The song iris by the goo goo dolls is one of my favorite songs.
70. I've never been in love.
71. I say things I don't mean just to make people feel better.
72. I love spoon.
73. I am drawn to intellect and humor.
74. I wish I looked better with really short hair so I could pull it off without looking like a lesbian.
75. I hate when people do things just to look important.
76. I love the game twister.
77. I'm not old-fashioned.
78. I love the idea waking up next to someone.
79. I'm not picky about anything.
80. I like acting like a kid.
81. I don't understand why everyone feels the need to be obsessed with star shaped things
82. Music plays a big part in my life.
83. I hate the word "emo"
84. Sometimes I wish people would just say what they think instead of covering it up with sugarcoated lies.
85. I love you.
86. Sometimes I think to myself: Wow. People are really fucking stupid.
87. Stupid people annoy me.
88. I may sound sarcastic but I really am serious
89. I can forgive and forget.
90. I like being mean to people I don't know.
91. I can't stand ignorance.
92. Really tall people scare me.
93. I hate snow.
94. I love to laugh.
95. I don't listen to people that much.
96. I HATE hello kitty shit.
97. I am a huge hockey fan
98. I think People throw the word love around too much.
99. I am way too annoying.
100. I hate when people always have to sound smart.

The following events occured within the hours of 4 and 5 AM.
*cue oversized digital countdown clock*

Courtney: more people should be on AIM at 4:30 in the morning
Michelle: i agree
Courtney: that way, in my coffee induced stupor, I could impart upon them, hilariously philosophical advice and nonsense
Michelle: alright, good idea
Michelle: *so sleepy*
Courtney: lol
Courtney: that's the beauty of it really... people would be so sleepy that they wouldn't remember if I told them the meaning of life
Michelle: >3 brilliant
Courtney: and then, they'd be kicking themselves. And when asked about it I would say 'what? i wasn't up at 4 AM yesterday! What are you babbling about? Cheese? No! Cheese is not the meaning of life!'

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Michelle: i feel like.... drunk adam sandler
Courtney: cept you haven't got a dick
Michelle: feh, i could... if i wanted
Courtney: and if you had like... 500,000
Michelle: i do
Courtney: howabout a willing donor?
Courtney: good luck with that
Michelle: no i don't know
Courtney: lol... the thought of a penis donor amuses me
Michelle: feh
Courtney: here's a funny question:
Courtney: would you like that dick on ice?
Michelle: ...feh
Courtney: just sounds funny when you say it
Courtney: and the implications are just gut-wrenching

Lift up your hearts and sing me a song.

Sun, 02 May 2004 07:48:19 GMT

I'm mildly annoyed with the world at the moment. Not sure why. Lots of good things happened today. Got digital cable, comcast high-speed internet, made money babysitting, saw freaky friday, started a harry potter RP journal, met a great guy who loves indie rock and the vines as much as I do (although unfortunately he lives in washington state), get to stay up til whenever and sleep in all morning tomorrow, so I'm really not sure what's got me annoyed.

Maybe it's my pressing need to urinate, maybe it's my disgust with my parents' friend Paul's horrible and undeserved marital situation that has him staying at our house, or maybe it's the fact that there isn't any Mountain Dew Livewire left in the can I was drinking. I'm thinking it's that I have the ever present need to pee.

Allow me to go relieve myself of my annoyance.

You sweet talk like a cop and you know it.

Fri, 30 Apr 2004 16:04:42 GMT

So the latest news headline is about the abuse of Iraqi POWs in american prisons in iraq. Apparently, the people we positioned there have no formal training in how to deal with prisoners. For the first 15 minutes I was taking this seriously. I was kind of sad that people were being mistreated (one guy was blind-folded and had wires attatched to his hands) after having to go through the stressful and arduous process of fighting a war.

But then...

Now let me just paste the caption that went with this photo courtesy of smh.com.au

"A photo from TV shows naked prisoners in a human pyramid."

....
....

ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING?

That one guy clearly has his foot up the other guy's ass. And what exactly was the conversation leading up to the decision on this punishment?

"Hey guys, I don't know what the hell we're supposed to do with these prisoners... you got any ideas?"

"Hey, you remember back home, those crazy gymnasts?"

"Yeah so?"

"I was just thinkin... maybe we could have a bit of tortourous fun! Let's make those prison babies get into a human pyramid!"

"YEAH!"

Don't cry. Don't close your eyes. It's only teenage wasteland.

Fri, 30 Apr 2004 05:02:52 GMT

*droool...* I'm totally going to fall asleep on the keyboard... it'll look something like this:

sb~ ~9iskhfkjbgnd7zp q-0824

Anyhoo, go read this: WOOT!

Something I had to write for english class that I think turned out rather well. Had a lot more fun writing this thing than I did writing the first two bits of my fic.

I might develop a larger, more backed type of story from that short one.

My whole existence is flawed.

Fri, 30 Apr 2004 02:57:32 GMT

I was just locked out of my house. My mommy forgot her house keys at home... and the doors were subsequently locked and armed.

Bill came over (Simmons' father) and busted out a pane of glass for us, and opened the door, but in the interval between the locking out and the breaking in, I figured out that my house is completely impenatrable without breaking something. All the windows that would be open are too high to get into from the ground level, and most of the windows are too small to fit oneself through. I couldn't pick the lock with a credit card or a wire. Devil house. However, also good.

Don is the bowling vampire. And I love him.

I don't care what they say about us anyway.