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Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Hey hey! Good day to you!
I've been listening to the same two DKM songs over and over and over again (mmm...repeat mode...mmmm...rawr)..."The Gauntlet" and "The Guns of Brixton".
I tried watching Pulp Fiction, but I just couldn't do it. Just too "blah" today, so far.
Things I'm doing right now: e-mailing my cousin, listening to DKM, writing my resume, and updating my blog. How's that for multi-tasking? Micro$oft should hire me, those cheap fuckers. I'm the epitome of doing too many things at once. I'm like Windows ME! ...ummm...without the sucking, that is.
"And this is what a normal tennis ball sounds like...and this is what one of my weighted tennis balls sounds like...this is what the radio sounds like...this is what my hair sounds like..."
Shit. I was writing this blog for a reason. Now y'all drew me off track and I've forgotten it. Thanks a fucking lot, guys.
Random Red vs. Blue!
DuFrayne: "I'm a pacifist!"
Caboose: "You're a thing that babies suck on..."
Tucker: "No, dude, that's a pedophile!"
Church: "Tucker? I think he means a pacifier."
Tucker: "Oh, right. Man, I was totally thinking about something else.."
Tucker, you're NEVER GOING TO PICK UP CHICKS, OK? CAN YOU GET THROUGH THAT PUNY LITTLE BRAIN OF YOURS? First, you're in a canyon, with no way in, and no way out!. Secondly, Tex is half-woman, half-shark, who won't even sleep with you! Thirdly, you can't pick up chicks in a tank! *Sigh* At least he didn't fall in love with the big tank lady. Caboose, you're a retard. Church, you rock.
I'm going off to shower in a little while, get ready for the robotics meeting...and I hope that we will be allowed to go to Atlanta this year. I don't mean to sound pretentious (but I will, anyways...damnit), but our robot can win. It has that potential. Our drive team, while all rookies ('cept for Mini-Chernicki), have the discipline it takes. Ok, enough kissing my own ass. I just want to be able to go to nationals again. Especially after we were refused the opportunity to go Senior year, despite winning a regional, and being eligible anyways. "Don't give in to the terrorists" DOES NOT MEAN "keep the kids home! lock them up! we must keep them safe from the non-existent terrorist attacks!". That's still a sore spot. Especially since that was my year as one of the primary drivers.
Ah well, shit happens, and the past is the past, and I can't change it. Though I must admit that I was extremely proud just to be on the drive team, regardless of position.
They're gonna come when you're not ready, when you're not too well prepared. Gonna prey upon your weakness, no man's soul is ever spared. You've got to stand up, yeah, and fight them, show 'em what it's all about. This man is not for sale, there will be no backing down!
Alright, back to work. There WILL be an update later...only if you pay me $2!
I've been listening to the same two DKM songs over and over and over again (mmm...repeat mode...mmmm...rawr)..."The Gauntlet" and "The Guns of Brixton".
I tried watching Pulp Fiction, but I just couldn't do it. Just too "blah" today, so far.
Things I'm doing right now: e-mailing my cousin, listening to DKM, writing my resume, and updating my blog. How's that for multi-tasking? Micro$oft should hire me, those cheap fuckers. I'm the epitome of doing too many things at once. I'm like Windows ME! ...ummm...without the sucking, that is.
"And this is what a normal tennis ball sounds like...and this is what one of my weighted tennis balls sounds like...this is what the radio sounds like...this is what my hair sounds like..."
Shit. I was writing this blog for a reason. Now y'all drew me off track and I've forgotten it. Thanks a fucking lot, guys.
Random Red vs. Blue!
DuFrayne: "I'm a pacifist!"
Caboose: "You're a thing that babies suck on..."
Tucker: "No, dude, that's a pedophile!"
Church: "Tucker? I think he means a pacifier."
Tucker: "Oh, right. Man, I was totally thinking about something else.."
Tucker, you're NEVER GOING TO PICK UP CHICKS, OK? CAN YOU GET THROUGH THAT PUNY LITTLE BRAIN OF YOURS? First, you're in a canyon, with no way in, and no way out!. Secondly, Tex is half-woman, half-shark, who won't even sleep with you! Thirdly, you can't pick up chicks in a tank! *Sigh* At least he didn't fall in love with the big tank lady. Caboose, you're a retard. Church, you rock.
I'm going off to shower in a little while, get ready for the robotics meeting...and I hope that we will be allowed to go to Atlanta this year. I don't mean to sound pretentious (but I will, anyways...damnit), but our robot can win. It has that potential. Our drive team, while all rookies ('cept for Mini-Chernicki), have the discipline it takes. Ok, enough kissing my own ass. I just want to be able to go to nationals again. Especially after we were refused the opportunity to go Senior year, despite winning a regional, and being eligible anyways. "Don't give in to the terrorists" DOES NOT MEAN "keep the kids home! lock them up! we must keep them safe from the non-existent terrorist attacks!". That's still a sore spot. Especially since that was my year as one of the primary drivers.
Ah well, shit happens, and the past is the past, and I can't change it. Though I must admit that I was extremely proud just to be on the drive team, regardless of position.
They're gonna come when you're not ready, when you're not too well prepared. Gonna prey upon your weakness, no man's soul is ever spared. You've got to stand up, yeah, and fight them, show 'em what it's all about. This man is not for sale, there will be no backing down!
Alright, back to work. There WILL be an update later...only if you pay me $2!
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