Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Some people should be shot in the balls.

So this evening I was chatting with my younger brother.

Most of our conversation consisted of discussing how President Bush sucks huge monkey balls.

So, in my away message, I stated the obvious. "President Bush sucks huge monkey balls. Yep. And he LIKES it. For serious, yep"

And this boy, who I was friends with in high school, haven't talked to in about a year and a half, and attends Annapolis decides to IM me and preach all high and mighty like he knows everything, and wants to display how ignorant I am.

622: It's funny your quote, not mad of course cause you've got your head up your ass. You see, you and most of your liberal college profs/buddies, don't see reality and what it is. The sad thing is you don't take the time to see the other side and what its worth. You see, you've never seen the President, never met him, and do not know what he is like. For that matter you don't realize the sacrifice that he as well as all of us who follow our commander in chief make. You may feel like you can insult our commander in chief, which of course you have the right to do, but don't forget that by insulting him in that derogatory way, you're making a dumbass of yourself.

622: Right now people are fighting, and dying to protect you and your family, and your friends. I think the President put the Iraq war this way today after i met him, if it wasn't there, it'd be here. Don't think you'd want another Sept 11 now would you? That would sort of be treasonous. If President Bush is preventing another terrorist attack, which next time by the way will most likely be Nuclear, i'd say he's doing quite the job when the terrorists do want to kill you, your family, and your friends. Oh by the way, if it was nuclear, lets say in Boston, that'd mean no more boston ever, including my beloved Sox.

622: So in reality, our President is supporting the troops over in Iraq who are putting their lives on the line to, "stay the course" who are bent on the destruction of our great nation. Now obviously this probably meant nothing to you, you've rolled your eyes, laughed, and called me an idiot in the military. I don't expect you'd get it. Only after another Sept 11 will you all get it again. By that point though, it will be far too late. Oh by the way i sincerely doubt our President blows "huge monkey balls." And i think our President is more focused on keeping us safe then performing oral on a primate. Thanks though amber, you have a nice night. Think of our boys in Iraq preventing you and your family from dying, sure you'll sleep better. Oh and last thing, if you think that pisses me off, it doesn't, i have to laugh because someday you'll see how wrong you really are.

Some people should be shot in the balls as to prevent the procreation of more morons. There is SO much to respond to, but I think he's a lost cause.

Monday, November 21, 2005


So I was going through my random writings from a while ago. And, since I am too worn out to come up with anything more original to post (especially after a rediculous few weeks) here it is.

Cold hands shaking, lifting wild anticipation of smiles and hearts.
Together seperatley in one world beyond reason, within hope.
Momentarily realizing self actuality, fogging quickly with false promises.
Grasping, groping- holding onto breezes between fingers, smiling, living life.

Yep. So much for blog of the week.

Later dudes.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Only in Keene.

Only in Keene can a house party be crashed by 50 year old townies.

Only in Keene can cops be more concerned about underage drinking than a drive by shooting.

Only in Keene can you NOT find a road where a car goes over 25mph.

Only in Keene can you walk by a bar and have the bouncer yell to you, tell you to stop, and come into the bar. Because it "doesn't matter if you're under age, it looks like you can start a party."

Only in Keene can you party at the bar with your cheerleading coach...

Only in Keene can you walk down the streets at 2:30am screaming the lyrics to 'skinnamarinky dinky dink' and have drunk townies parade behind you, singing along.

Only in Keene can you walk into a rediculous party, and see some chick sitting alone on the couch leafing through a playboy.

Only in Keene can you hear someone say they did coke because "well, there was nothing else to do."

Only in Keene can it start to sprinkle, and make everybody run to move their cars. "Just in case".

Oh Keene.

Feel free to add more. I'm sure there's plenty of things that happen nowhere else but Keene, NH, USA.


Sunday, November 06, 2005

Me. I guess.

I don't trust people, I don't take compliments, I don't admit when I need help, I don't eat my veggies, I don't study enough, I don't bullshit and I don't take it, I don't take much at face value, I don't believe ANYTHING you say, I want to believe it. I want to be that girl. Just a girl for once. Just some girl, that someone cares for, and that I can just handle that. Because I can't handle it, I think too much, and I don't trust. I want to know the future. I want to be content not being able to know everything. I want to be everything to everyone and make everything better and everyone happy. I eat too much, I don't write as well as I want and can't get all of my thoughts and feelings out on to paper the way I want to. I always want to be the best, even though I know I never will be. I always have too much to say or feel or think about.

I secretly envy girls with no conscience. I party too much, even though it's not all that much. I get jealous very easily and often times for no reason. I crave attention, and secretly love drama. I put on a big front most of the time. I'm very insecure. I never feel smart enough or thin enough. I love food, and all the wrong ones. Sometimes I cry for no reason, and I love to use PMS as the excuse, but would punch anyone who ever blamed my actions on PMS. I try to remember absolutley everything, and take way too many pictures. I'm scared of being forgotten. I don't really think I want to be a teacher anymore, but I will anyway.

I like to run away from my problems, and ignore them. Sometimes, when I need to be alone, is when I really need someone there. I am always cold, and always looking for the next best thing. All I ever want to do is party and hang out with my friends and cuddle with boys who give me compliments that I don't take. I wish I didn't need so much structure. Right now there are a lot of people I want to talk to. I think there is a lot wrong with me, and as well as I think I know myself, I don't think I really know anything.

I don't want to leave this place.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Let's make this last forever.

So basically this weekend was amazing.

I've decided I'm more upset about this years' graduation than next year- when I graduate.

I don't want my boys to leave. I really don't know what I'm going to do next year without them. I've had the most fun I've ever had these past few years, and I don't want it to end.

So if anyone could make it last forever, that'd be great. Thanks.