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    1/31/2006

    I fell down, down, down....

    Honesty is really the worst policy. You lose good friendships. You lose your composure. It's better to just lie and keep face. You can keep friends, and be happy. This is good advice. Remember it. I suffered severely so that you don't end up like me.
     
    And there may be one thing to preserve my honour.
     
    (THIS is seppuku, by the way)

    This in leiu of my list

    And with a simple press of the 'enter' key, I kill the best thing in my life so far...
    1/27/2006

    My girl's insane, but it's alright...

    The people around these days who listen to music are produced for a single mass media. I mean, when I listen to a song, I like it because either a) It's musically "good", or b) The lyrics speak to me on a personal level. Admittedly, I only listen to RHCP, but maybe that's because this band has both elements. Now, you take people from various western subcultures (Emos, Gangstas, etc), and the music they listen to music, which is a different combination of the same sounds, and a variation of the same lyrics, both done 80,000 times. However, you know a good song when it totally speaks to you and you can take it into your heart. So, with that, I give you yet more timely advice from Tony Flow.
     
    I Could Have Lied
     
    There must be something
    In the way I feel
    That she don't want me to feel
    The stare she bares cut me
    I don't care
    You see so what if I bleed
     
    I could never change
    Just what I feel
    My face will never show
    What is not real
     
    A mountain never seems to have
    The need to speak
    A look that shares so many seek
    The sweetest feeling
    I got from you
    The things I said to you were true
     
    I could never change
    Just what I feel
    My face will never show
    What is not real
     
    I could have lied I'm such a fool
    My eyes could never never never
    Keep their cool
    Showed her and I told her how
    She struck me but I'm fucked up now
     
    But now she's gone yes she's gone away
    A soulful song
    That would not stay
    You see she hides 'cause she is scared
    But I don't care
    I won't be spared
     
    I could have lied I'm such a fool
    My eyes could never never never
    Keep their cool
    Showed her and I told her how
    She struck me but I'm fucked up now
     
    I could have lied I'm such a fool
    My eyes could never never never
    Keep their cool
    Showed her and I told her how
    She struck me but I'm fucked up now
    1/25/2006

    And SO...!

    Well, this is the only picture I have ever seen of Kim. She took it off her space, but so did I. Now, for not full-on being all like "new picture post'd!", here it is for everyone to enjoy.
     
    Everyone, Kim... 4 years ago... On the night of her graduation (apparently).
     
     
     
    1/23/2006

    Box Social recollection (FINALLY!)

    So, I finally got to have my box social on Friday. That day was mostly spent cleaning the house in preparation for the trashing it was about to endure. Anyway, in the afternoon, my mum and brothers went and picked up Michelle from a friend's place, dropped her home (with Joe), went and picked up Katie and her friend Laura, dropped them home, and went to pick up Brady. We taxed his stereo and some CD's, then went and picked up his amp, as well as his black electric and bass. THEN we went to the shops to pick up alcohol.
     
    So much alcohol.
     
    While there, me and Brady were waiting by the car. Brady pointed to some girl and was all like "Hey, that's creampie (sic, maybe)."
    Puzzled, I inquired "Who?".
    Brady pointed her out again "Creampie. That's her nickname, anyway. I don't know what her real name is.". As I looked, I saw some girl from school, and I had no idea of her name.
    "Why do they call her that?" I asked.
    "You don't know?" Brady counter-asked.
    "No," I replied.
    "It's probably all for the best," Brady said as he smiled and leaned on the wet car behind him.
    Things started clicking. "I think I know. Can 'Creampie' be subsituted with 'Bulldog eating mayonaise'?" I took Brady's laughter as a sign that I was right.
     
    So, we all drove home and set up the stereo. Then we dragged the amp and guitars into the garage and started jamming. After it started raining (and the neighbours got home), we packed up the amp and the dangerously exposed cords and things. Then I started drinking early (Smirnoff Double Blacks), and we stuck on the good ol' RHCP. After a while, a few of Matt's friends showed up and started drinking and smoking. We needn't have waited long until Michelle's slutty friends showed up, at which point Michelle attempted to commandeer the stereo. Brady quickly regained control, tossing her nigger-beats CD into the yard. A few more people showed up, including Drew. I thought Matt invited him. Turns out he was just crashing. He brought two ugly girls with him, too
     
    For those who don't know, Drew is this racist wog dude who thinks he could kick my ass. I am very thin and have low self-confidence, but I reckon I could smash him.
     
    So anyway, he comes up to me like "Hey, can I invite two more people that weren't invited?" I had my reservations. "They're chicks!", he claimed. They were. They were also ugly. So then Claire and Kristie showed up, and Brady, Ken and I had the munchies, so we cheesed it down to Maccas, to oogle 'Hot Stef'. So, while a little tipsy, we ate and, uh, "complimented" 'Hot Stef' (DAY-YUM!). Then Richard came and picked us up with Matt. Matt had some rum. A copper pulled him up and asked how old he was. When Matt said he was 16, the copper inquired as to whether Matt served him at Sizzler the other day. Turns out that this was true, and the cop let him go.
     
    So, we went back home and sat around talking and being rained on. I eventually lent Claire my PBPBF shirt to let the band get more publicity. When Byron wanted to do 'Tribute' (ESC'ers know what I'm talkin' 'bout!), we busted the guitars out again, and rather than being organised, just played. By now, our other member, AJ, was there, and I gave him the bass, while I sang and moshed. See our photos.
     
    See our photos run.
     
    Run, our photos, run!
     
    When we packed that in, we just hung around talking and listening to music for the rest of the night. A few people went to the servo and bought some eggs. These were wasted on an enemy's house. I was not a part of this raid. At 2 o'clock, everyone started to leave. Since Claire lived the furthest away, we went to drop her home. Going through the school, an alarm started going off for some reason, so we went to run out the back of it. At the back, there was an orange fence. Victor jumped it, but Ken peeled right. I thought "Well, Ken's done this more than me, so I'll follow him." As we rounded one of the buildings I was thinking "Is it me, or are we getting closer?". Just then, a torch shined on us, so we about-faced and cheesed it around the orange fence and out of the school. I never saw the dude behind the torch, but it wasn't automated, as it was shaking and following us.
     
    We went to the train station and saw how wasted Byron was ("Aren't we waiting to walk those two girls home?" - "WE DON'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW THOSE GIRLS, BYRON!"), how wasted Matt was ("I really thought that the trash can was Claire!") and how wasted Brady was ((with Matt and Byron right in front of us) "Dude, Matt and Byron are gone." - "Gone where?") So, we dropped Claire home, and Ken slept (SLEPT, not SEXED)  at her place. Then we dropped Victor home on the way back, then Byron, and then Brady crashed at my place, as we cleaned up a little. We got to sleep around 4 or 5.
     
    I woke up full on expecting to clean this great mess, but turns out that my sister already did it. Hoorah!
     
    Can't wait for the next box social. My birthday. 27th of Feb. 'Oorah!
    1/21/2006

    Box Social

    "Box Social" is code for party.
     
     
    My Box Social was good.
     
    I wished you were there. You know who you are.
     
    Man, I went against all my teachings and I fucked up.
     
    It's funny, though. I'll remember next time, hey.
    1/20/2006

    A little something about Goths.

    I'm sure that Goths think about death at a supermarket.

     

    They think about it in a box.
    They think about it wearing socks.
    They think about it here.
    They think about it there.
    They think about it everywhere.

     

    They think about it cutting wrists.
    They think about it treating cysts.
    They think about it in a plane.
    They think about it on a train.
    They think about it everywhere.
    I think I need to cut my hair.

     

    They think about it wearing black.
    They think about it smoking crack.
    They think about it in the day.
    They think about it every way.
    They think about watching COPS
    They think about it at the shops.

     

    They think about it all the time.
    All those goths should just fucking die.

     

    THE END, YO!

     

    COPYRIGHT, Frank A. Menesch.

     

    O', Despair!

    Do you know what it's like to want to kill someone?
    Do you know the blinding rage that comes over you?
    Your heart goes a mile a minute.
    Your breath becomes short and shallow.
    You feel sick to your stomach.
    Your hands start to shake.
    Your face turns red and becomes hot.
    A lump appears in your throat.
    And the rage is so complete, you just want to cry.

    Microsoft screwed me again tonight. You see, I play this game, Hearts of Iron 2, and it is fun to make AAR's (after action reports - dramatised versions of what went on in the game). So I opened up Wordpad and had a joyous time typing in my triumphs and defeats at the hands of the Polish. I had, in this file, inserted diagrams of my plans, which of my armies would be taking which provinces. One was of some Polish girl, crying over the rigormortis affected corpse of her sister, which had been OWNED by the Luftwaffe. Sometimes, it's fun to add pictures like that, for dramatic effect. I had meticulously stated the location and commander of each Heersgruppe and Armeekorps involved in the invasion (and even some that weren't!). I went to the trouble of dramatically recreating each move of each corps, as well as my Luftwaffe and Kriegsmarine. I dramatised the events of my diplomatic actions, making sure to include realism and detail. Sometimes, however, these files crash. However, I was smart. I saved it repeatedly, no less than 50 times! I had closed and opened the file a few times; my data was intact. I had a 5000 word AAR going on. I was mega-chuffed. Then, it all came crumbling down. I opened it up, and alas, my 5000 word AAR had been reduced to 500. My pictures were gone, and the information reverted to the days before I attacked Poland.

    That was when the rage set in.

    All at once, I had visions of my anonymous henchmen slowly flaying the family of Mr. Monopoly (Bill Gates), while he was forced to look on. He could hear their every cry of pain, see their skin fall to the floor to expose muscle and bone, smell the sweet scent of blood drift across to him, feel the spray of blood on his face as their throats were slashed. All the while, he was being sodomised by some kind of frustrated giant of a man, just out of prison. After the family was dead, their bodies mutilated and tangled in a mess on the ground, he suffered the same fate as them. Physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually broken.

    And I enjoyed it.

    This may seem a little harsh, but I have been screwed like this dozens of times. I am angry that this happens to me, but I am also angry because I have no alternative. To make matters worse, the only person in the world who cares about me was not here to catch me. I don't blame her, I just want her here. I always do, though.

    I love you.

    Really.

    I am crushed that this has happened to me so many times recently. Fuck it. I'll keep a backup. I need a pen and paper.

    Wait, pens leak and run out quickly.

    Pencil.

    1/19/2006

    We need 20 cc's of quiz, stat! I don't know, I heard it on E.R.

    1. What time did you get up this morning? I woke up circa 1030 to take a piss, but then went back to bed and got up at 1330.

    2. Diamonds or pearls?

    Diamonds. RESALE VALU'D!

    3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?

    Domino (The story of Leesa?)

    4. What is your favourite TV show?

    Fucks me. It'd probably be one where the guys... Ride bikes... And stare at tits all day?

    5. What did you have for breakfast?

    I am far too important for breakfast.

    6. What is your middle name?

    Andrew.

    7. What is your favourite cuisine?

    Anything really deep fried that'll kill me before I'm 30 (I am impervious to weight gain!)

    8. What foods do you dislike?

    Depends on what you define as "food". Perhaps... Eggs. And margarine. And Vegemite. I hate all of those things.

    9. Your favourite Potato chip?

    Do Red Rock Deli chips count. Because if they do, it's SO them.

    10. What is your favourite CD at the moment?

    Stadium Arcadium. UNRELEAS'D!

    11. What kind of car do you drive?

    I don't intend on ever driving. Because then I'll fuck some bitch up with a pram. With a baby inside the pram. Or some precious antique cans. Or proper punctuation.

    12. Favourite sandwich?

    Bacon.

    13. What characteristics do you despise?

    Snobs. God... Damn... Snobs!

    14. Favourite item of clothing?

    My RHCP T-Shirts!

    15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation?

    Europe. I want to soak up some culture. I LIVE IN AUSTRALIA, FOR FUCKS SAKE!

    16. What colour is your bathroom main? Copper. I mean, white.

    17. Favourite brand of clothing?

    Who are those cunts with the defence contracts?

    18. Where would you want to retire to?

    A large house in a deserted part of Europe. I suppose, like, Everon or Malden? Perhaps Nogova. NOT Kolgujev, yo (Biggest... In-joke... Ever!).

    19. Favourite time of day?

    When certain special people are on MSN. Booya!

    20. Where were you born?

    Queen Lizzie 2 Hospital.

    21. Favourite Sport to Watch?

    I loathe sports. I loathe those sports-jocks who play them, and I loathe n00bs who like to watch it.

    22. Who do you least expect to send this back?

    Ariel Sharon.

    23. Person you expect to send it back first?

    K... Kelly? Failing her, Brady will take my time machine and go back, then he'll post it before I can and say that he did it first.

    24. What laundry Coke?

    I launder coke? Hell yeah! And sell it to brain surgeons. Then I go out and buy a Kaleidoscope, yeah... I may as well take the time here to say that Ariel Sharon (sic, maybe) is the President of Israel.

    26. Are you a morning person or night owl?

    Night Owl.

    27. What size shoe do you wear?

    10. Although, Some of my boots are 11, and one pair of boots is a 9 (I bought THOSE in 2002).

    28. Do you have pets?

    Negative.

    29. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone?

    Shit no.

    30. What did you want to be when you were little?

    A shitload of things. Astronaut, Paleontologist, Archeologist, Fighter Pilot, Soldier, drug lord. Now I don't know what the fuck, really. Chopper Pilot?

    32. What is one of your funniest childhood memory?

    Falling backwards off a trampoline, smaking the back of my head onto the concrete below, and laughing about it.

    33. What are the different jobs you have had in your life?

    Kitchen hand. Never again.

    34. What colour underwear are you wearing? Ha! Underwear is for the weak! I only just got up, so right now, none. *wink, niggers*

    36. Piercings?

    No.

    37. Colour of eyes?

    Blue.

    38. Ever been to Africa?

    Yes. Wait, no.

    39. Ever been toilet papering?

    No.

    40. Love someone so much it made you cry?

    Pfft, no.

    41. Been in a car accident?

    Nope.

    42. Croutons or bacon bits?

    What the fuck are these things? Bacon sounds good, though. (I hope "bits" is not inuendo for "genetalia", though.

    43. Favourite day of the week?

    They're all the same.

    44. Favourite restaurant?

    I don't go to restaurants.

    45. Favourite flower?

    I have none.

    46. Favourite ice cream?

    Strawberry.

    47. Disney or Warner Brothers?

    Well, Walt Disney was evil, and the Warner Brothers frog is meant to be a parody of a black guy? I don't know.

    48. Favourite fast food restaurant?

    Pizza hut? Oh yeah, definitely!

    49. What colour is your bedroom carpet?

    Grey?.

    50. How many times did you fail your driver's test?

    Twice. Learner's test, anyway. I'm not going to add to my humiliation. Fuck that.

    51. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail? Kelly.

    52. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?

    Fucks me. Failing that, some electronics shop.

    53. What do you do most often when you are bored?

    Listen to RHCP. *shakes head at Brady*

    54. Bedtime?

    Between about 11pm and 2am.

    55. Who are you most curious about their responses to this questionnaire

    ? Everyone?

    56. Last person you went to dinner with?

    My brothers and sisters and step-dad at Sizzler.

    57. Ford or Holden?

    This is like the sports question. Petrol-heads are HOMOS!.

    58. What are you listening to right now?

    Some show on the Discovery Channel about some guy being kindapped and ransomed. Some shit like that. Fucking Mexicans. How I love you so.

    59. What is your favourite colour?

    Fucks me.

    60. Lake, Ocean or River?

    Ocean. *shakes head at Brady again*

    61. How many tattoos do you have?

    None yet. I want a Lamda on the inside of my left forearm, a Che Guevara on the outside of my upper right arm, a Cuban flag on the outside of my right shoulder, a large German eagle emblem on my back, and one of those bands on my upper right arm?

    62. Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

    The egg, if you believe in evolution. Otherwise, you suck balls. Get away from me. Not BEFORE you suck MY balls, though. Sheesh.

    63. How many people are you sending this Email to?

    I'm putting on my space, you dickhead quiz.

    64. Do you smoke Cigarettes?

    No.

    65. Favourite Perfume

    ? The favourite perfume on a girl? Alcohol. Yep. Nothing like alcohol for impairing some bitch's judgement. And when she wakes up in the morning, I'd be all like "OWNED! YOU GOT FUCKING OWNED! SEX WITH ME, HOW WOULD YOU FEEL?! I HID THE POLAROIDS, TOO!".

    66. Favourite Alcoholic Drink?

    Smirnoff black.

    67. Where did you spend New Years? At home... By myself.

    68. Chris Klein or Heath Ledger?

    Well, while Klein has more hitpoints and mana, Ledger is more aerodynamic and also has a 30 second resistance to magic.

    69.

    Yeah, sure.
    1/18/2006

    People who sign into other people's MSN should all die

    You know what pisses me off? When the coach's incompetent son becomes the team captain.
    1/16/2006

    P to the F to the F to the T

    You know what? On second thought, fuck the damn erotic stories. I'm far too uninterested. I'll just write whatever comes to mind, like I did before with that Lieutenant making the reference to a "god-damned heroin addict's fucking Maxi-pad...".
     
    So, onto business...
     
    "What happens if say, you meet this girl, and it's totally great between you and no matter how much crap you put on yourself she still maintains that you're wonderful? What's HER reason for surrounding you? I'd wrangle a guess that it's not to feel better about herself.
    But then... that only leaves you. So that must be it. She surrounds you because of what you have, not what she doesn't have.
    What happens if this happens?
     
    Published By WildFlowers_VixenWalk"

    Well, I can deduce when you talk about a "girl", you don't mean in a romantic sense. For, you see, I'd spend more energy maintaining how bad of a person I am, rather than how bad of a person she is (and as we all know, if you are mean to women, they'll like you. Failing that, they'll at least wanna fuck you!).
     
    So, as a friend, I would not be stumped as to why she'd keep maintaining that I had a good character. Her moral senses would be to try and bring me back from any brink I may be on. The reason she was around me in the first place, because of how friends are, would be some kind of common grounding interest? I don't fucking know. People have wierd motives for things.
     
    So, anyway, I was watching 'Downfall' last night, which was good, because it's a good movie, and I saw something. Something that clicked in my brain. I full-on saw myself in this "Hitler" character, as much as I don't like saying it. An anti-social meglomaniac who has little or no grasp on reality, who, in the end, will have his friends being all like "Well, fuck that!" There is nothing I can do to change my destiny, nor who I am. It is a miracle I have friends, too. I know how I will end. Whether metaphorical or not, bombs will be falling all around, as enemies come in on all sides. And then, with a Goebels or two, and most likely not a Braun by my side, I will be dead.
     
    Once again, fuck you all.
    1/15/2006

    Everyone else can get f****d

    I am not racist, nor am I sexist.
     
    I am merely a paranoid misanthropic sociopath.
     
    Label me so, and I'll kill you.

    In 2006, MSN deletes blog entries.

    And so, here I am.
     
    Reading other people's blogs, I see that they have thoughts far more profound than my own. I mean, they are all philosophical and can think. What do I have? Nothing.
     
    Even though I am very much alone, nothing comes from me. I'm like salinated land, or some such garbage. Lonliness is like a pain in the low of your stomach. You feel that there is nothing inside your chest, yet there is a ton of bricks crushing it.
     
    I feel that everyone who surrounds me does so to make themselves feel better. It's kind of a 'Well, at least I'm [smarter/ funnier/ more talented/ better looking/ able to pull more bitches] than this guy' mentality. Even with this feeling all around me, I can draw on nothing.
     
    So.
     
    Just because I am a loser nerd worm, I shall now fill my blog with erotic stories which would make psychiatrists be all like "Whoa, what the fuck is wrong with this kid?".
     
    Fuck yous bitches!
    1/14/2006

    I am feeling such a rage, never felt before...

    FUCK MSN! FUCK MSN AND EVERYTHING IT FUCKING STANDS FOR! LET ALL THE MSN CUNTS, WHO RUN THE SHOP CHOKE ON THE NEXT COCK THEY HAPPEN TO SUCK!!
    1/12/2006

    More quizzies from the light side of the sun

    What is my element?
     


    Your element is Darkness. You are the truly evil one with a black heart and no soul. People avoid you since you cause so much trouble and enjoy seeing others in pain. You would like nothing more than to rule this earth and be hailed by all. Everyone is annoying and stupid anyway and are a waste of oxygen. You are probably a cast-away from society and family and have had a tough life where you learned to live the hard way. Now you want revenge on your pain and can no longer feel love nor care. You do not wish to befriend anyone and you certainly do not wish to be in love. As a student of having learnt everything the hard way, you tend to be manipulative when you want something for yourself. In your head there is only you that matters, and why shouldn't it? No one cares about you so why should you? In school you probably ditch classes and go somewhere else instead of sitting in a classroom. It is not that you are stupid, because you're probably very smart, but everyone annoy you. And having to sit in the same room, breathing the same air as your enemies is not desired by you.
     
    8% of people had this result.
     
     
    What wise quote fits me?
     


    Your wise quote is: "Reality bites with a variety of sizes of teeth"(-Tony Follari)

    As a person, you think life is just plain painful, horrible and everything else you don't like. Happy people confuse you. Alot. I mean, why are they so happy anyway? You are depressed and perhaps utterly alone and live life rather montone. You feel there is no reason to really be here and feel helpless.
    19% of people had this result.
    What power is compatible with me?
     

    Your power is: Mind Control


    Explanation: Your brain is highly evolved and has learned to communicate with others. This makes you able to control peoples thoughts since their brains hasn't evolved as much as yours and can't fight back. And that way you can make people do stuff without complaining. In good purposes it can be used to convince the "villian" to give up. But in bad purposes they can use it to gain anything, by for example convince people to give all their money to the mind controller.
    The power fits you since you have the need to be in control and boss around. It's nothing personal, you just like to have everyone under your eye. That's because you don't know where you have everyone else and don't know if they are going to betray you and stay by your side. That can also lead to you being jealous. It's all to hide your insecurity. You can also be competitive and feel like you have to prove yourself. Sometimes you can also act immaturely, which can also be entertaining for your friends. You are also protective and don't like is someone trash-talks your friends.
    Negative aspects: Your bossyness can get out of hand and your jealousy can scare people away. This is not intentional but can happen all the same.

    3% of people had this result.

    What is my fucking phrase?

     



    "Happiness can subside, but frustration never lets go"
    You have been awfully mistreated in your life by your fellow peers and/or family, and feel a growing frustration towards your life and your inability to do anything about it. Since no one has ever really been there for you, you bottle most things inside. And that is quite a lot of pain bottled up too. Deep inside you yearn for many things; feelings for affinity, for the world to improve, for people to stop being judgemental amongst other things. Yet your hope in improvement is very low, and believe you only have the power over yourself. When you are in larger crowds you tend to get irritated by the prescence of others, so you keep to yourself. Those who know you are probably aware of the hate you carry, but you rarely do anything about it.

    25% of people had this result.
    (25%?! That sucks.)

     

    Until next time, senoritas.

    1/11/2006

    Just because I like obscurity...

    What kind of killer am I?
     


    You are an assassin.

    That means you are a proffessional and do your job without mixing any emotions in it. In your life you have probably been hurt many times and have gotten some mental scars. This results in you being distant from people. Though many think that you are evil, you are not. What you really are is a person, trying to forget your pain and past. You are the person who never seems to care and that is why being an assassin fits you good. Atleast, that's what people think. Even if you don't care that much for your victims, you still have the ability to care and to generally feel. It is not lost, just a little forgotten. In crowds you tend to not get to noticed, and dress in black or other discrete colours. You don't being in the spotlight and wish people would just leave you alone. But once you do get close to someone you have a hard time letting go and get real down if you loose him/her.


    Main weapon: Sniper

    Quote: "The walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also keep out the joy" -Jim Rohn

    Facial expression: Narrowed eyes
    21% of people had this result.
     
    What is my connection with darkness?
     


    Your connection with darkness is because you are evil. Yes, dear quiztaker, you have evil within you. Lots of it. What makes you different from the rest of the results is that your evil is pure. I'm guessing you are a sadistic person too. All people on this earth, according to you, doesn't deserve to live like they do and be happy. No, you want to see them at your feet, obeying you until they die. You are not a people person, unless they function as your slaves, and you look down on everyone else... Lonely on the top, eh?
    3% of people had this result.
    (Is anyone suprised that I got this?)
     
    How is my soul?
     


    Your soul is broken.

    You are living through a lot of pain everyday that you have to deal with, which is making you sorrowful. No one ever stays by your side when you truly need them and no one ever will. Everything is hopeless and tragic and you keep yearning for the day you will be free from pain. Love is unlikely to happen to you because you isolate yourself and are suspicious of peoples motives. You stand in the shadows of the world, watching what you can never have. The bruises you carry never seems to heal, your mind is dark and no one seems to understand or wants to help. As always, you will be alone in the world, fighting your dark thoughts by yourself.
    27% of people had this result.
     
    Why am I sad?


    You are sad because of your fear
    8% of people had this result.
     
    This is my second entry today. If you have not read the first, please do so, motherfuckers.

    It is sinking...

    So, today I went to the dentist to get a tooth filled. It was very painless, but FUCK, the right side of my face was retarded for half the day. It looked like I had a fucking stroke or something. Try eating ice-cream in that state.
     
    If you feel the need to tell me that I haven't learned my lesson (in the eating of iced-cream after the filling of the tooth), please feel free to fuck off. Like, right now.
     
    PBPBF is on the verge of being whole. Brady and I are going over AJ's tomorrow, so I can see how he plays. Matt has volounteered to learn drums for us. All sweet. I have 15 songs lyricised so far, just to write the music for them, now (These include 'Pour Le Kim D'Amazing' and 'Lamb Chop').
     
    It's been boring for so long. I've had no one to talk to for ages (save for a few SMS's and Brady ducking out of his house for a few hours on XDay). Everyone is going about the place with things to do, places to go and people to see, while I have neither means nor oppourtunity.
     
    Well, the main reason for this entry was the PBPBF entry, so now that's done. I go.
     
     
    Fuck you all.
     
     
    UPDATE, MOTHERFUCKERS!
     

     

    You need someone loyal.

    People have let you down since forever and you have always been left by yourself. Your life spark is now barely flickering and there is a big feeling of emptiness and hopelessness. You don't know what to do anymore in your life and everything has a sense of meaningless to it. Though you're not only sad, you also carry hate and many grudges on people. You have a hard time letting people in, but with your history you don't even desire that so much anymore.

    8% of people had this result.

    What Do You Need in Your Life? [dark pics]

     
     
    1/5/2006

    Signs of a mind lost

    His eyes were not up to scratch, so piloting was out. His second preferrence was infantry. They put the deal on the table: "Artillery or bust". His GSO training was over, so he figured that the training could go to some good use, where he would not be on the dole. So here he was, in his pressed and starched uniform, standing in the doorway, whilst a lecture room full of hatless bastards were aware of, but were playing down, his presence. It was a sea of faces sticking above camoflague uniforms, all paying attention to the crusty old sergeant who had been in the army since he was sixteen.
     
    He waited. He waited for the sergeant's attention to draw to him so that he may enter. The sergeant, however, went on in his army-made low and gruff voice, bouncing back and forth across the whiteboard as he gave a standing orders briefing, averting his eyes from the crowd.
     
    "Fuck it," he thought, as he walked straight into the room. He was in the corner of the sergeant's eyes, who called a stand-fast as this new man's shoulder was observed. Behind him, the Regimental Sergeant Major walked and faced the crowd.
     
    "This is Leiutenant >xxxxx<. He just graduated from Duntroon, and he's you're new platoon leader." The leiutenant looked at the RSM and nodded him off to his other duties. He then looked at the sergeant.
     
    "May I have a word with these people, sarge?" he asked. Without allowing the sergeant time to speak, he gave his speech.
     
    "It's true, I am your new platoon leader. I'm only gonna say one thing, and by God, you'd all better remember it. When I was little, I wanted to be a fucking astronaut. Unfortunately, I'm here in the fucking artillery. So, when the army decides I've been bloodied enough and rips me from here by the roots and places me in some other fucked up hole like a god-damned heroin addicts fucking Maxi-pad, you can all go about what you were doing before I got here, and tranquility will be restored." With that, he walked straight out of the door, leaving the jaws of the soldiers and the sergeant on the floor.
     
     
     
    ------ Frank A. Menesch.
    P.S. This is my second post today. Read the one below this if you have not done so already.

    Come along and go along with me.

    I haven't had much sleep over the past few nights. Nightmares, see? Clichéd nightmares. The same ones. Sometimes of continually running from something, or trying to kill something that wont die. Those ones are bitches. Especially when you're using weapons. I mean, I could understand if I was using my bare hands; I'm weak. But when you're popping off rounds from and M16 but they keep coming, that's a bitch. It's also a bitch when you're using a katana or something. Ever tried chopping a tree with a blunt machette? I have. That's what it's like. Chips of blood and flesh are flying off these guys, but there is a diamond-hard core to them. I can't even decapitate them. And I suffer while all this goes on, because they just don't hurry up and kill me. I mean, when I die, where can I go? All that's left to do is wake up, like the time I died in my dreams from poison. If they'd kill me in the first 30 seconds of my dream, I wouldn't have to fight them for so long. I'd wake up a lot less tired.
     
    Enough about that, though.
     
    It's good to see that Phosphorus Bill's Psychadelic Bubbleum Factory is gaining city-wide recognition, even if recording is in the demo stage, and the PBPBF circle is merely a hemisphere.
     
    NEWS: PBPBF is now auditioning bassists and drummers. Inquire within (or with Brady)!
     
    Well, I've fucked up another friendship once again. I do this repetetively and unintentionally. You see, I need to distance myself from people to keep on good terms with them. Any time I find myself close with someone, they push me back down to the level I belong at. Or do they? My cynical suspicions fail me once more, as I fall back out of grace with good friends. I insist on opening my fat, stupid fucking mouth, and all work comes undone. Oh well, it's their choice. I'd only be a fool for trying to change their minds. I know, as I always have, that people will always want to keep a distance between them and I, so that space between us is void of personal feeling. This is evident every day as people ignore and run from me, as fast as they can. Or, like one time, people will great each other with hugs, but will steer well clear of me.
     
    "I didn't think Frank was a hugging person."
     
    That's what I always get.
     
    Brandy wears a braided chain, made of the finest silver of the north of Spain.
    1/2/2006

    And she works, laying whiskey down...

    Unfortunately for the Department of Homeland Security, I live in Australia, where they have only indirect jurisdiction.