but realized that I really hate being depressing. Angry, yes. Depressing, naw. Therefore, I'll just bitch. But first! I must diverge into the wonderful gifts I have recieved from my family and friends. I reeled in 227 smackers this Christmas (total roxxorz). My cousin's family gave me a sheep that craps jelly beans. My friends gave me 3 keychains which read "You remind me of a poop I once took", "Blah blah blah ...who gives a shit", "Well la-de f%@kin' da", a swearing teddy-bear, as well as 3 sets of magic cards (shut up, I'm entitled to some geekness everyonce in awhile), a new leather wallet, and brand spankin new daggar! I don't do this very often, but *Squee!* I love a new weapon! I think I might go sword shoppin on Ebay later.
Now to bitch. I lost my damn cd wallet filled with my rock cds. That means 32 Cds consisting of Metallica, Offspring, Rob Zombie, and other such misc. bands has gone out of my possession. I'm pissed. My CD key is still blocked my Epic. I haven't played online for about a month now. I have pent up rage and sarcasm that can only be released via UT, and now it's growing in my head like a goddamn ulcer. I tried single-player mode, but that just made me feel like a literal pile of crap. Seriously, I can kick lots of people's asses in countries ruled by communist dictators, but I'm unable to beat a friggin bot on the easiest mode!? Sonuvabitch man, really makes me lose faith in my gamin skills. Oh, and college plans. I wanted to go to Santa Monica college to get the hell away from my dad. He's a good dude and all, but the man's got chains around my neck. He wants me to go to El Ca-fuckin-mino. I don't want to go there because college means that you move as far away from your parents as possible while attending parties filled with booze and naked mud wrestling of the female variety. Dad thinks that I can't handle myself, that I'll simply play video games all the time. While I admit that I can become sidetracked easi- look a penny! Oh, and I'm not sure I told you peeps that I was plannin a road trip, did I? I wanted to gather my homies in a camper and take a trip to Colorado and back. Then, pops smacks me in the face with reality. Apparently, it costs mucho money-o to get to where I'm goin and back. I'll admit, the truth hurts like lemons on a wound. However, there was no need to throw in that "You need to think realisticly!" shit in my face. His favorite fuckin words to me, I swear. If Neil Armstrong had though realistically, would our asses've landed on the friggin moon? Whenever I tell my dreams of future careers or plans for my life, dad throw in the typical "No, you can't do that! It's not realistic!". Neither is your foot in your mouth, but I'm not complaining. Speakin of people who have foot-to-mouth disease, have you honestly seen some of the shitfuckers this year? Jack Thompson says video games make snipers (because remember kids, holding a controller is the exact fuckin same thing as holdin a friggin M-80). Some "specialist" says that sex is an addiction. Yeah, you heard me right. Apparently our race is addicited to sex and can't go through life without havin one orgasmic experience after the next. Haha. Bullshit. No, it's so blasphemous that the only word to summarize that would be bullshot! These fuckers are specialists? More like nuns that had their tubes tyed at the age of 6, and have only known abuse from their disgusting cousins. I honestly wish there was an island, where people who clearly weren't fit for society were sent to live. There, they could preach whatever shitcockery they want, gathering their believers like an army. Then we send a team of angry southerners (the red-neck kind) armed with rifles and a 20 gallon drum of XXX Moonshine to have a friggin field day. Here's another thing that's been buggin me: people are saying that the US is treating Saddamn like shit. Well... no shit Sherlock, it's goddamn Saddam Husseign. Remember him? He killed people for the shitz of it, do you honestly want him to be taken to one of our white collar resorts, filled with happiness and conjucal visits? For Christ's sake, the man's a criminal and should expect to be treated as such. Lessee... what else has gotten under my skin... I still have a shitload of homework to do, but I really don't want to do it. I'd rather keep procrastinating and not worry about it. Ever read Brave New World? I'm wishin I had the Soma drug they have in there (think ecstasy without feeling addicted and such).
Alrighty, now that my rant's done, some more awesome news. I'm gonna be having another lock-in this Thursday on the 29th. It's gonna rock out loud. Dunno what I'm doin for New Years, I gotta 12-pack a beer and no party to go to as of yet. And there's nothin worse than wasted alcohol. I feel better now, it's good to just bitch every once in awhile. To those of you who bothered to read down here, I'll hopefully update this gallery soon. I mean, Jesus man. It's lookin kinda bleak all of a sudden. Later homes.
EDIT: Oh yeah, only 30 or so more hits till someone gets a kiriban. You hit 2000, take a screenshot of it and place it in your scraps. Then note me, so I can see it's legit. Finally, tell me what you freakin want.