none, I'm boring, shut up

Sat, 26 Aug 2006 06:04:22 GMT

patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains...

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 07:22:13 GMT

I've been enlightened. Sort of like the wizard of oz...only sort of...

Wed, 19 Jul 2006 05:28:23 GMT

Kerri Lynn Crockett

Fri, 07 Jul 2006 21:49:53 GMT

No...I've changed my mind...

Fri, 07 Jul 2006 00:26:22 GMT

Okay, okay, okay...shit sucks and I'm a dork...but I'm not upset. Although, I am rather indisposed to feeling like a chump, so, I have a terrible immature idea. I personally don't care how dumb it is. I feel like being dumb. Who knows what will happen?!

Mon, 19 Jun 2006 01:46:27 GMT

I contemplate a tree. I then realize I don't have the patience for that kind of crap.

Sat, 03 Jun 2006 01:54:30 GMT

For a while now I've been spuradically introspective, often feeling really lame and embarassed as a result. Just the idea of self-pity annoys me. So, I'll choose not to indulge myself any longer, and rather, acknowledge how I've been affected by any such experience and recognize how I've become better for it. Even so, there's still a lot that annoys. Oh well.
Anyway, my point is, there have been a number of different reasons I've perpetuated the life of this stupid journal(it doens't matter that nothing written above seems to convey that point, it actually does, you just wouldn't get it). I'd like to think now I have a good and sound enough reason to actually put this journal to good use, and I must admit, I feel rather noble. I don't want to forget things. Even if I don't write anything too profound and meaningful, I find that two sentences revive an old conciousness and many old memories. There are also a number of other reasons, but I'm not going to get into all that now. Even so, there are memories tied into this entry. Ones that I won't worry about. Hopefully it will wind up being a good memory.

Tue, 23 Aug 2005 04:00:54 GMT

...I will update my journal when I'm not busy,not lazy and/or have something to say...

Sat, 11 Jun 2005 03:39:30 GMT

On a personal level, freaking out is a process whereby an individual casts off outmoded and restricting standards of thinking, dress, and social etiquette in order to express creatively his relationship to his immediate environment and the social structure as a whole.

Sat, 30 Oct 2004 05:09:32 GMT

What else....I saw some road-kill the other day. It really get's you thinking, you know. Like, "If I were a raccoon, I'd never get hit by a car...stupid raccoon." Then you wonder what the raccoon is thinking, and you suppose it's something like, "If I were a human, I'd never run over a raccoon." WHOOOOAH! I just blew my mind and spontaneously shat my pants. That's some deep cosmic shit.

Then later on I made eye contact with a raccoon and I felt like we were on a level field, and I said, "Don't believe it buddy. Those mother fuckers will run you over without batting an eye." Then he nodded is head in consent and said, "don't worry about it, buddy." Then I said, "Hey, I'm not your buddy, I'm straight." So he crossed the street and got his ass splattered all over the highway. Then I made some kind of cliche statement like, "that's the way the cookie...racoon crosses the street."

Sat, 09 Oct 2004 06:07:47 GMT

(edit)

I change my mind

Fri, 01 Oct 2004 22:18:14 GMT

I drew me a picture, but it's not finished yet.

Sat, 25 Sep 2004 04:42:17 GMT

The funniest thing in the whole damn world!

http://media.ebaumsworld.com/index.php?e=rainbow.wmv

"No, no, let's all just pluck away with our twangers, yes!"

Then I said, "I was talking to the duck."

Tue, 14 Sep 2004 05:11:04 GMT

Yeah, so anyway. The guy got all offended and was like, "What is that supposed to mean?" Then I said, "Whatever you want it to mean, DUCK!" And he was all like, "That's it!" and he tried to molest me. That's when I new it was on! So then I punched his head off and he started running around like a duck with his head chopped off. Then I said, "Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch? ...I mean duck." So I hopped onto a unicorn (an actual one, not a some kind of metaphor for penis) and the unicorn, with Sylvester Stallone's voice, said, "Let's get out of this joint," and we rode off into the sunset.

What Subject?

Sun, 12 Sep 2004 06:25:54 GMT

I'm really pissed at the fact that I can't beat the damn Chess Master....he's nothing but a cheating son of a bitch.....and I hate the way dogs just crap on the floor like they own the place. Even though I tend not to crap on the things I own. Ya know, I'm just saying. That is....like if someone owns something, they at least have the option to crap on it...the way dogs do...as if they owned the place. But you don't go crapping on things that don't belong to you, that's just rude.
Oh, shit! In Shakespeare, "to die," means, "to have an orgasm." So, if you say something like, "This cherry cobbler is to die for!" It's like you just said that you had an orgasm from the cherry cobbler.
Yeah, well anyway...I'm so tired, I could just die. ha-HA! ZING! I'm so good.

Sat, 28 Aug 2004 05:04:45 GMT

"If I wanted to date Sasquatch, I'd call your mother. HAHA!"

I've been watching Aqua Teen Hunger Force all day.

Thu, 26 Aug 2004 07:38:57 GMT

I don't know what the hell possesed me, but as some kind of practical joke on myself, I decided to take some laxatives and see what would happen. It turns out they work very well. So, yeah, like all fucking day too. It's like, as soon as you think you're done, it comes back for round two. Like, I'm Rocky and my spurratic shits are Apollo Creed. But I go the distance and that's what's important, just like in Rocky. And it's aslo like Rocky five, where I train my shit like it were my son, but in the end he tries to take my title and I have to get into a street fight with him and I do some weird bogus wrestling stuff 'cause it's not a boxing match ya know, it's a street fight... but in the end I kick his ass and all is good.

Wed, 25 Aug 2004 21:57:24 GMT

this entry was lame, and I intervene

Tue, 24 Aug 2004 06:45:00 GMT

I have recieved enlightenment. For I am like the running water that worries not where it is going but simply trusts in the current to take it to its destiny... and totally rocks ass as it get's there.

No, I haven't recieved shit, I just made that up... but now that I think about it, this seems pretty deep.

Sun, 22 Aug 2004 01:21:52 GMT

lame

????

Wed, 18 Aug 2004 10:16:40 GMT

I pretty much stood up all night drawing, reading, and playing guitar. Then at 6:30 AM I went running.

Yeah, I'm editing this because the original journal entry was dorky as hell.

Waste of my time

Wed, 18 Aug 2004 08:09:43 GMT

Let's see... yesterday was the first day of this bullshit Shakespeare workshop
and basically, it sucks ass. Like, if you
were to get "Shakespeare Workshop" in pictionary, you'd draw a picture of some guy
sucking an ass and everyone would totally get that it's "Shakespeare Workshop". (I
personally think that's pretty clever, but some people don't agree with me)

So anyways, practically everyone at the workshop is a total loser dork and a
half. Like if you were to get "loser dork" in pictionary, you'd draw a picture of
these people, and everyone will total get that it's "loser dork." And half of the
people there are home schooled (the freaky raised under a rock kind), and the other
half have to be the biggest losers from each of their own respective high schools. And they are all just the most bizarre individuals I've ever met. I really don't think I'm being too critical with these guys when I say this stuff. If anything, I'm cutting them some major slack. Just think of all the most bizarre and unnatural qualities you can imagine, add a pinch of pompous-arrogant-dick, personify it, and you'll wind up with a perfect mental image of these people. It was just like a damn SNL skit of some kind of bogus acting class.

The teachers aren't so bad, I actually like them a lot. It's just not worth traveling for an hour into the city, only to spend four hours repeating the same stuff I did last year in this workshop, but now with these weirdos. Of course I've got nothing against any of them, I'm just venting from such a shitty waste of my time.

Then after all that, my family and I went to Outback to celebrate everyone's birthday, so it wound up being a pretty okay day anyways. So, until next time...

New Journal Entry

Wed, 18 Aug 2004 06:30:32 GMT

I decided to start a new journal...mainly because I forgot the password to my original journal, but anyway, who really gives a shit? I know I don't.