I salute Joseph Stalin

Wed, 24 Aug 2005 02:19:32 GMT

coincedence is plenty ironic

Wed, 25 May 2005 22:42:57 GMT

I don't really have anything interesting to say. This point in the year, I don't really know what to expect, but I figure that the best of this year is over. Now that i've fucked that up, I need an upgrade. A change in direction. Most of you probably have no idea what I mean but whatever. Either I'm meant for great things... or I'm fucked like the rest of them.

What's your anti-drug?

Tue, 12 Apr 2005 23:06:05 GMT

SimplePlan4Ever (4/10/2005 8:15:52 PM)
my anti-drug is my mom, I always listen to everything my mom tells me to do

Emmie (4/11/2005 7:30:36 PM)
My LIFE is my antidrug. All the things I enjoy--and live to do--like writing, singing, laughing, reading, dancing, and talking and hanging out with my friends. I wouldn't be able to do any of that if I did drugs. I have dreams--I have goals--I have a future. I would never forgive myself if I threw my life away. My dreams are my life. And without them--without everything I live for--my life isn't worth living.

LinkinPark79 (4/11/2005 8:42:32 PM)
My grandma was murdered because a jerk was trying to steal her purse to get money for drugs.It tears me up that someone would do sumthing like that, she was the most caring person i know and now she is gone. But we only have the memories of her left to think about and reflect.

Recovering Addict (4/12/2005 2:15:35 AM)
God and my family!

reafly (4/10/2005 11:22:59 PM)
anti-drug: dance. jesus.

lil chapara (4/10/2005 8:12:30 AM)
|D|A|N|C|I|N|G| -my anti drug....why? kuhz i feel free i dont need drugs to make me feel complete

Cato52 (4/10/2005 6:02:28 AM)
See them eyes, beautiful and wide. yeah shes young, but shes mine. my world, my hopes, my dreams. Would i give her up for a stick of grass? Would i give her up for a bottle of some stuff that tastes bad? NO! See that girl with the wide blue eyes... Thats my anti-drug
[Note: can you say pedifile?]

D to the A (4/9/2005 9:58:14 PM)
horses

CrAzYwOrLd (4/9/2005 9:51:13 PM)
It's a crazy world out there. I'm in eighth grade, and already I can list at least twenty people that I know personally in my own school (seventh and eighth grades) that are pot smokers/achoholics. One girl used to be my very best friend; we've grown up together since I was three and she was two. She is in the grade below me, and since the beginning of the year, she started hanging out with the wrong crowd. Soon, she became a constant pot smoker, and she was always sneaking out in the middle of the night to boys' houses to get drunk or high. She doesn't exactly live in what you would call the "safest" neighborhood, either, so you can imagine what she was risking by not letting anyone know what she was doing or where she was going. I don't know how to relate to my friend anymore, even though I know her better than her own mom knows her. I told my friend that I am not going to smoke pot, and that she shouldn't either. She didn't listen to me because she claims she has enough friends in the "Punk Pot Smokers" group. My friend and I no longer hang out, and it's truly sad, because we were the best of friends. My friend is my anti-drug, because she is a daily reminder of what drugs and acohol can do to your life. I've seen her when she's high, and it seems like she has no control or order in her mind. I don't want to lose my other friends, and I happen to like being in control of myself, thank you very much.

Jani Rieme (4/9/2005 5:13:59 PM)
I've always known what drugs could do to you. I'm not sure where I got the info, but I got it. I've always knwon they were bad. But what really sank through to me was knowing who used it. Think about what kind of adults you see smoking, drinking, or doing the 'hard stuff', on a regular basis. The homeless woman you saw by Albertsons? The guy who seems to live behind your parent's business, who doesn't even have a driver's liscense? The man who was in the news, arrested for stealing a car to transport crack, pot, and God knows what else? I don't want to grow up to be one of these people. Do you?

Kelly k (4/9/2005 11:43:55 AM)
Hey my anti drug is volleyball i love it and it will always keep me out of trouble

blondie (4/9/2005 1:24:18 AM)
respect for myself is my anti-drug!

Decade (4/9/2005 10:51:14 AM)
I have seen people stoned, I have seen how they act, how they become self-centred and boring, and I don't want to be that, and I don't want to do that to the people around me. My friends have hurt me through drugs, but I don't want to hurt them.

B-BallRoxMySox (4/8/2005 9:56:53 PM)
My anti drug is BASKETBAll it's so stupid if u take drugs cuz ur killing ur future your family and! yourself! im not going to be some stupid person who is going to waste my life! i got dreams! DON"T LET ANY ONE TAKE UR DREAM AWAY

Emily*Ann (4/8/2005 6:18:58 PM)
My anti-drug is Chad Gilbert from New Found Glory. He's my anti-drug because he is straight edge and proud. I am also straight edge and extremely proud. My father does drugs and he is an example of why I won't do drugs. I also have many friends that do drugs and they have offered me and I just said no and they didn't make fun of me or try harder to make me try it. And I want to stay healthy and be an example to a lot of kids that you don't have to do drugs or drink to be cool. I just like standing out in the crowd and being different. That's why I don't do drugs. :)

That's enough for today...

Tue, 22 Mar 2005 00:23:07 GMT

Sup negros. Long time no post. Everything is progressing well. Everything as in the bass and the artistic skills. People distract me, so i figure i should concentrate on school or something. By distract, I mean piss me the motherfuck off. People suck, and I will eventually own a sniper rifle to articulate my vengence. You know they're sniper rifles with 5 mile radius's, man. That's bigger than my whole town. I could get on a water tower and BAM! There goes my math teacher.

Go fuck yourselves

Tue, 01 Mar 2005 02:59:25 GMT

I haven't updated in awhile, for good reason. I had nothing to say for a good time, but i guess i could awknowledge a few things. Hunter S. Thompson killed himself. What the fuck. Just when i discover Where the Buffalo Roam and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and fall in love with this character and his exploits he dies. Suicide gun shot to the head... Some might wonder what might drive a man to do something as suicide, but i figure it would be the same reason i'll kill myself: just being sick of it all. This is going to happen to me.

Changing the subject now, perhaps I'm happy now... but who really cares?

92% of my biology class can die.

"Wait.... we can't stop here... this is bat country."

tyyk

Wed, 23 Feb 2005 04:48:17 GMT

is this for real?

shya, same day update

Wed, 12 Jan 2005 22:16:33 GMT

nIKOTAR: sup
RubbingAlcohol23: cats
RubbingAlcohol23: ?
nIKOTAR: god
nIKOTAR: i love god
RubbingAlcohol23: dont
RubbingAlcohol23: he'll just break your heart again
nIKOTAR: no!
nIKOTAR: you don't know god like i do!
nIKOTAR: he cares for me...
nIKOTAR: he loves me...
RubbingAlcohol23: jusr remember last time...
RubbingAlcohol23: and dont say he's changed
RubbingAlcohol23: you and i know he's still a sleazy slime mofo
nIKOTAR: he's sobor now... he has a job!
RubbingAlcohol23: that doesnt keep him from sneaking around
nIKOTAR: now you're making me cry
nIKOTAR: my make up is ruined!
nIKOTAR: you always do this!
RubbingAlcohol23: its for your own good!!!
RubbingAlcohol23: look at you!!
RubbingAlcohol23: you're a mess
RubbingAlcohol23: lets go get some hot chocolate
RubbingAlcohol23: ok?
nIKOTAR: i love you, you're always there for me
RubbingAlcohol23: oh...get in car, you

Wed, 12 Jan 2005 21:49:46 GMT

I was walking to art class and i was late by 10 seconds, my art teacher was waiting outside, and as i walked in he said, "See me after class." First time late, whatta douche. Anyway, so I'm in his class after school and he asks me to touch his thigh.... wait no that's not how it went. Oh right, he said it's okay that i was late, just i shouldn't do it again. I replied with, "I'm sorry, but I had to drop off my coat in my locker, and it was on the other side of school."
"You don't have to be sorry," he said.
"I wasn't being apologetic." I most intelligently put.
"You just said sorry."
"Did I...? CURSE MY STONER MEMORY!! Wait, did i just say that outloud?" I slowly backed out of the room... and I ran. Oh, did I run. I didn't even stop at my mom's car, I just kept on running. Eventually I got to south of the border, and here I am, entering into my live journal from my labtop what I did today. Haha, just kidding. I don't have a labtop, i'm typing out of a coconut.

Thu, 06 Jan 2005 22:22:04 GMT

In the year 2005 I resolve to:

Learn to eat fire.

Get your resolution here

there's nothing else to say.

Tue, 21 Dec 2004 22:09:53 GMT

i don't like myself.

FlashDANCEassPANTS

Wed, 15 Dec 2004 21:27:23 GMT

This is a low point in my life. I don't know why, but everything sucks. No cash, no booze, no crack. It just makes a guy go wack. Wack as in crazy, not as in wack off. Perverts. Anyway, my day was normal other than the anonymous drug survey test. It was fun. I repeat: the drug survey was fun. They asked questions about what drugs you've done, about your friends, and your parents, and if you "bully\get bullied" by people and such. Some of my favorites were "Do your parents like you?" The check boxes were yes\no. Another good one was "Have you ever beat up a kid your age with a knife, chain, club, etc.?" It made me giggle like a school girl.

School girl: Muffin:

Wed, 08 Dec 2004 20:48:45 GMT

I seriously think I have a brain tumour, however you spell it. My brain stings lightly from time to time, and I just get this weird dizzyness. Oh, well... I wouldn't mind a brain tumour; it gives my life some excitement. I told my dad about this and he recomends acupuncture. What a crackhead. Periodical Picture of the Day:

Sat, 04 Dec 2004 08:25:30 GMT

i feel like writing emo poetry. you know what that means.

Sun, 21 Nov 2004 23:37:08 GMT

My weekend was strangely pleasing. I'm content. I just discovered a few good musicians: Harry Belafonte, Yes, King Crimson and Mr. Bungle.

Mon, 15 Nov 2004 17:30:07 GMT

school sucks.

Thu, 11 Nov 2004 20:34:24 GMT

The only thing i'm satisfied with myself at the moment is my musical taste.

Tue, 26 Oct 2004 20:14:47 GMT

I feel really thin. I think my stomach is shrinking. I already only weigh 120 pounds but now i think i'm getting thinner. My stomach just goes inward. It's weird. So I felt like taking a shot gun and killing everyone in my French class. Not because i particularly dislike anyone in that class. Everyone in that class is alright, actually. Except that bitch Amanda. Fuck her. Anyway i'm getting sidetracked. French class is just so stupid. It makes me hate the French language. I'm sure the French teacher is an alright person, but not when she's teaching french. I like the moving units.

what if the blue sky turned into a purple hue

Sun, 24 Oct 2004 05:36:30 GMT

benadryl. too many.

a serious talk

Sun, 17 Oct 2004 05:29:58 GMT

I want to tell everyone how much i despise drugs.... here:

This is your face:

this is your face on drugs:

i went to the fall fair today!

Sun, 17 Oct 2004 02:46:14 GMT

nIKOTAR: damn it
nIKOTAR: don't you hate it when you jizz all over the keyboard
nIKOTAR: and then someone IMs you and you like HAVE to talk to them
nIKOTAR: so you're like fuck it, i've sunken lower
nIKOTAR: i'm sort of in that situation right now

my father was a bagel

Fri, 15 Oct 2004 19:16:31 GMT

i bombed a geometry test today. I cant think at all. I'm really unfocused and spaced out (in a bad way though). I think it's caused by sleep deprivation.

Once upon a time...

Thu, 14 Oct 2004 19:28:18 GMT

I don't remember anything at all that happened at school. That part of my memory is always blank. Everything i learned, every teachers name, every asshole that i come across is gone. So there I was with a gun in one hand and a waffle in the other making the choice of my life. The fate of the universe was in my hands. I ate the waffle. Then i ate the gun. I despise bjork. That was a story i'm starting, i have writers block. Anyway, so I end off the day by coming to my exciting chair typing into my phooton computer and updating my live journal. Woohoo what a day. Wonkers.

I have enflamation in my shvincter

Thu, 14 Oct 2004 01:01:09 GMT

Violent thoughts help me through the day.

test image

Hello

Tue, 12 Oct 2004 21:54:31 GMT

Well, I turned conformist and made a live journal. But come on, everyone's doing it, even my dad has a live journal. But maybe my life is so weird it's entertaining... hm yeah so today i was sitting in the library by a computer on one of those nasty fucked up office chairs, and suddenly my pubes are mad itchy. So i think someone in this school has gotta have crabs, maybe he just sat down on this chair and now i have them. As my mind wanders... I start to think even deeper... why is it better to use a small spoon for ice cream, but a big spoon for cereal. I mean come on people, it doesn't make sense! That's enough for today.