Patrick's World of Wisdom

hmm

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 00:56:34 GMT

no one really uses this thing anymore, huh?

go figure.

College

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 14:12:19 GMT

Why do I love college?

I don't know.

I have literally zero friends here. Well. Like 1. And 10 acquaintances.

But for whatever reason, I love this place...and it's not the hippies. Let me tell you something...either these hippies are really bad representatives for all hippies or hippies are just fucking assholes. I don't know which one. I know they get a bad rap because they smell and stuff, but these people are dickheads. That's all there is to it. They're fucking rude and obnoxious. So fuck 'em. Anyway. I don't know why I like it here. I'm away from my parents and my girlfriend and the few friends I have, but this place is just something special, I guess.

I really like my classes with the exception of Political Science. That class ruins my MWF, even though it's my last class. Fuck it.

I don't know. My stomach hurts.

Sun, 02 Jul 2006 04:34:45 GMT

http://www.npcs.cz/public/npcs_cs/redirector.html?hid=1005

click on "fotogalerie" and then click on any of the links. my favorite is "Krajina" and "Říčky"

Friends

Tue, 08 Feb 2005 00:21:27 GMT

Just cause this has been bothering me (my last public entry not saying "friends only")...

Friends Only. Comment to be added.

I really don't think anyone is going to want to be added, but it really was bothering me.

Just some funny stuff/serious stuff

Thu, 04 Nov 2004 21:54:25 GMT

Funny stuff:
Mr. Brown's questions are weird...

ABravo52: billys girlfriend is going into labor, her umbilical cord snaps and blood goes evrywhere and her baby dies.........whats the definition of encoding?
AntiManifesto93: hahaha

ABravo52: dude its so funny, im downloading briana banks stuff
ABravo52: and i was just clicking stuff
ABravo52: and i clicked on one
ABravo52: and it was ilke
ABravo52: YOU ARE ALREADY DOWNLOADING "BRIANA BANKS CUMSHOT AND BLOWJOB VOMIT"
ABravo52: i was like ohhh good 2 hear
AntiManifesto93: hahahahahahaha

HAHAHA.

serious thing:
Perulovesboobs: what do you think about bushs reelection?
Propagandhi8102: i cant believe that 59 million people are that fucking stupid that they would vote for no gay rights, no abortion, higher taxes, more wars, a terrible economy, etc etc. what is wrong with america? im ashamed, quite frankly.

so i think andy and i are hanging out tomorrow with jaque and kristin. who knows what we're gonna do.

went on a walk after school in the rain with the 13 year old that wants to fuck me.

got an 88 on my psych test. i was fuckin stoked.

peace.

4 More Years?

Wed, 03 Nov 2004 21:39:37 GMT

Fuck Bush. Fuck the American people. We must be the most stupid people on this planet, to elect such a moron to another 4 years. Here's some questions: Do you like the war in Iraq? Do you like to see kids die unnecessarily? Do you like higher taxes? Do you hate homosexuals? Do you believe that if you get raped and become pregnant, you should have to take care of that baby? Do you want to get drafted? Will you die for this country? Do you want the entire world to hate us?

I answered "no" to all those questions.

FUCK BUSH

peace.

And I'm trying to understand myself

Mon, 25 Oct 2004 19:52:13 GMT

So I don't update with anything worthwhile anymore because I don't think any of you read anymore. Cool cool. Fuckers. Die. Choke. Choke and die. I kid. Unless I don't like you...then you can...no, I love all of you.

Today was pretty Monday-ish. In 2nd period, this girl Lindsey (Lacy) said I was, "one of the funniest people" she's ever met. Then we reminisced about when in like...6th or 7th grade I told her that Brittney (one T?) Spears lived at my house and she half-way believed me. I also lectured all the Republicans in my project group about why the electoral college is fucked up and how I thought Bush would win the popular vote and Kerry would win the electoral vote. Here's to wishful thinking.

This is pretty long for me these days.

Old Modest Mouse I think is better than new Modest Mouse but both Modest Mice (haha) are good.

Peace.

Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight
Looking kind of anxious in your cross armed stance
Like a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance
And I claim I'm not excited with my life any more
So I blame this town, this job, these friends
The truth is it's myself
And I'm trying to understand myself
and pinpoint where i am
By the time I get things figured out
I've change the whole damn plan
Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight
Talking shit about a pretty sunset
Blanketing opinions that I'll probably reget soon
I've changed my mind so much I cant even trust it
My mind changed me so much I cant even trust myself

Edit:

PICTURES FROM MY NON-ADVENTURE!

Wed, 22 Sep 2004 00:41:03 GMT

this fine evening, mary and i were bored and mary being the fatass fuck that she is, decided she wanted ice cream or cake or both, or if possible, ice cream, cake, 3 dicks, and a free douche. so we decided to go to lowes foods.

well we got this cheesecake thing and we ate it. after eating it, mary read the back and told me that it said to, "thaw for 45 minutes before eating." it thawed for about 45 seconds before it was really hard to eat. mary decided to use a fork, i didn't use my fork, i ate it like you would eat an ICE POP without a stick.

after that we started walking home and we went over the punk rock bridge and through the punk rock alleyway near the car place. as we were nearing marys neighborhood, her mom drove up to us screaming "MARY! MARY!!!" and we got in the car and went to eckerds. eckerds is cool.

we had fun at eckerds. mary got jelly beans. we saw many odd products.

pictures are good.

I'M THE ANTI-CHRISTOPHER REEVES! HAHA, BITCH!

the cheesecake:

me eating the cheesecake:

still eating it:

punk rock bridge...dark though for whatever reason:

the sky over mcdonalds:

douche. hah!

seriously...what the fuck? i have never heard of this product before:

the only reason the bear was smiling is because he got some:

peace.

I used to listen to the radio
And I don’t guess they’re listenin’ to me no more
They talk too much but that’s okay
I don’t understand a single word they say
Piss and moan about the immigrants
But don’t say nothin’ about the president
A democracy don’t work that way
I can say anything I wanna say

So fuck the FCC
Fuck the FBI
Fuck the CIA
Livin’ in the motherfuckin’ USA

People tell me that I’m paranoid
And I admit I’m gettin’ pretty nervous, boy
It just gets tougher everyday
To sit around and watch it while it slips away
Been called a traitor and a patriot
Call me anything you want to but
Just don’t forget your history
Dirty Lenny died so we could all be free

for anyone who cares, steve earle is a country singer and this song is really good. and totally not country.

Installment 3

Mon, 20 Sep 2004 20:14:21 GMT

the 3rd and final installment.

none of you motherfuckers are looking anyway :(

Auckland:

Whale Watching:

Sydney:

Kangaroos:

Koalas:

tis all. hope you enjoyed.

peace.

tomorrow is already wednesday

Tue, 24 Aug 2004 20:21:57 GMT

man the weeks are flying by. it's fucking crazy, really. i love it. no homework tonight once again.
nudehuxley922: no homework, eh?
nudehuxley922: lucky fuck.
Propagandhi8102: very lucky
Propagandhi8102: didnt have any last night either
Propagandhi8102: i think my teachers were like replaced with some sort of non-homework giving robots or something odd like that.

robots. it's true.

so i actually got to school on time for the first time this year. i like it better being late because i don't talk to anyone in the morning, really. fuck that shit.

first period - before first period when i was waiting in the library for class to start, i talked to nick. i hadn't talked to him since like...whenever the last time i had a class with him was.
Nick: What's up with your hair? It's long...
Me: Yeah. I haven't cut it.
Nick: I like it. It looks nice.
Me: Thanks. I like your glasses.
Nick: I've always worn glasses.
Me: :pauses: Oh...yeah, but they look good.
Nick: Thanks...
Me: Yep. Bye.

then class started and we worked on our projects. katie is dyslexic (sp...maybe..?). she really is. no joke. it was aggravating because she wasn't correcting it eventhough it was telling her what to do on MS Word. so when she left her little computer, i started fixing all of it. this projects been pretty sweet. i've done absolutely nothing but get pictures, but since i keep giving her and jordan random facts, it looks like i've actually done work...which i haven't, not in the slightest. i was reading some stories of guys who got posthumous medals of honor, and i must say...talk about courageous. i don't much like the idea of war, but these guys were fuckin crazy. i know if i were them, i wouldn't have done what they did. check this For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty. Pfc. Fous distinguished himself at the risk of his life while serving as a rifleman with Company E. Pfc. Fous was participating in a reconnaissance-in-force mission when his unit formed its perimeter defense for the night. Pfc. Fous, together with 3 other American soldiers, occupied a position in a thickly vegetated area facing a woodline. Pfc. Fous detected 3 Viet Cong maneuvering toward his position and, after alerting the other men, directed accurate fire upon the enemy soldiers, silencing 2 of them. The third Viet Cong soldier managed to escape in the thick vegetation after throwing a hand grenade into Pfc. Fous' position. Without hesitation, Pfc. Fous shouted a warning to his comrades and leaped upon the lethal explosive, absorbing the blast with his body to save the lives of the 3 men in the area at the sacrifice of his life. Pfc. Fous' extraordinary heroism at the cost of his life were in keeping with the highest traditions of the military service and reflect great credit upon himself, his unit, and the U.S. Army. that shit is crazy. i would never do that. i'd run like a motherfucker.

second period - as i was walking to second period, i saw two terrifying things. number one was the spider the size of my palm that was walking around the hallway. holy hell. number two was chimene eating her boyfriends face. or at least it appeared as though she was enjoying a delicious meal of her boyfriends face. it definitely wasn't a kiss, i can tell you that. she even had a little knife and fork and she was--.....i'll stop. so anyhow, class began and chimene started telling mrs. kramer about her "dragon zodiac drawings." i'm sorry that i'm so mean to this girl but everytime she speaks i just want to scream "COWABUNGA DUDE!" because she sounds like a fucking 1980s cartoon surfer or some shit. so before did our lesson plans, we met with our groups and chrissie gave me these wheat thins with only 100 calories. they were good. i <3 wheat thins. so after that, we started teaching our lesson plans. each group had to teach the lesson and then play a game that would help us better understand what we just heard. some group decided to play that game "telephone" where they say something and it gets passed along to everyone else. well when it got the girl who had to pass it along to me, she said something but i was thinking, "there's no way that's right. that doesn't even make sense..." so i told kevin, the kid i had to pass it along to, "i have no fucking idea what she just said." so he told the next girl and she goes "uh...i don't think i can say it. i'll get in trouble..." so she edited it and said "i have no freakin idea." everyone thought it was funny. i don't know. i was just sitting there...content. so of course when chimenes group presented, her fucking pants were hanging halfway off her ass so i saw her goddamned underwear. it was horrible. so her group had this terrible game where you had to listen and memorize. it started at one person and they say the name of a band that starts with "A" and you go around in alphabetical order listing bands. we only got to "N" and i had to think since i got "I" and then when christian couldn't think of an "L" band, i thought of one. it went like this:
American Hi-Fi
Brand New (i'm not sure...i think that's who it was)
Coldplay
Dashboard Confessional
Evanescence
Fallout Boy
Guns n Roses
Hot Hot Heat
International Noise Conspiracy
Jet
Kiss
Lagwagon
M...something shitty
New Found Glory

pretty shitty. only 4 good bands (hot hot heat, INC, lagwagon, and coldplay).

on the way to lunch, just to be an asshole i smiled at sarah and said, "Sup!??!" she smiled and looked at me. i think she hates me. hah!

lunch - the main topic for like the 11th day in a row was anal sex again. i don't know how we always get on that subject but we do...and then we talk about it for like 25 minutes. it's pretty funny, actually. we also talked about how none of us think that eric is telling the truth when he says he's, "never had gay sex." everyone knows he's gotten some from matt payne. it's no big deal, but everyone knows so he should just admit it. so i bought fries to break the 10 i had in my pocket. i shared them with ryan and matt. they were very good.

third period - we finished watching Awakenings. everyone at lunch said it was sad and that they cried but i didn't cry or find it that sad. it was an excellent movie, i almost cried but then found no reason to, so i didn't.

fourth period - we spent the whole period taking an 8 question quiz. mr. messiter is the motherfuckin man. awesome guy. i think i actually did well, if the class didn't do well we're taking a different quiz tomorrow in groups so i'm cool either way.

quote of the day:
Joe: :looks at Mary: I have never felt like going down on you more than I do right now, Patrick.
Mary: Me?
Me: Is your name Patrick?

i'm gonna have to crack some skulls thursday if i have a lot of homework cause the Eagles game is on ESPN at 8 and i'll be damned if i miss it cause of school shit.

so my mom just called and they're getting the car back from VW so that's awesome. i'll actually have a mode of transportation for this weekend when i'm not doing anything. i definitely missed it this past weekend.

so i've been praying some lately and i must say, it's been working. pretty cool. maybe i'll do it more often.

peace

And when the world will stay the same but your place in relation to it has changed. And when the word begins to lose its power to restore and soothe. And when the blackness starts its spread from behind your tired head. Well taxes now was once your wealth. When tucks and aches becomes your health.

And when the night spreads into day one unbroken spread of gray. When the darkness fills the space between the bone and skin of your face. Seeps between your skull and brain as input filters through its stain. The tightness in your brow contains what poison yesterday but not sustains.

And when the night begins its flow you will watch yourself give up control. What was cold now keeps you warm and you watch your outerself transform. And the one you love keeps the faith that you can rise above but if you kept faith with yourself but if you kept faith with yourself, you might admit you could have used some help.

But move yourself and sterdy close with next the dark begins its flow. The clinical the problem be remove yourself and you will see when next the blackness flow begins, I eat your pills you eat my sins. Take me back to prouder days but please don't take my anger away.

And I don't pray but I'm humble myself.
I am on my way today.
I don't pray.

edit: just checked thinkwave. i have a fuckin 102 in trig. that is amazing. i don't think i've ever had a 100 in math...not even on the first day. they usually just start me at a 98 or something. nice.

art

Sun, 22 Aug 2004 16:12:24 GMT

i'm supposed to be working on my speech thing but i don't feel like it, so i'm going to post 3 pictures.

so i woke up at 10:00. too early. i've been having a nice conversation with kathleen j.

i think i'm going to call ed today and see what he's up to.

the guggenheim. horrible museum.

art from the art museum in raleigh.

a totally kick ass painting also from the art museum in raleigh.

peace

Where are all the stupid people from?
And how'd they get to be so dumb?
Bred on purple mountain range
Feed amber waves of grains
To lesser human beings, zero feelings

Blame it on
Human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny)
Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy)
Fear of God
The fear of change
The fear of truth

Add the Bill of Rights, subtract the wrongs
There's no answers
Memorize and sing star spangled songs
When the questions
Aren't ever asked
Is anybody learning from the past?
We're living in united stagnation

Father what have I done?
I took that 22
A gift to me from you
To bed with me each night
Kept it clean
Polished it well
Cherished every cartridge, every shell

Down, by the creek, under brush, under dirt
There's a carcass of my second kill
Down, by the park, under stone, under pine
There's a carcass of my brother William
Brother where, have you gone to?
I swear, I never thought I could
I see so many times
They told me to shoot straight
Don't pull the trigger, squeeze
That will insure a kill
A kill is what you want
A kill is why we breed

The Christians love their guns
The church and NRA
Pray for their salvations
Prey on the lower faiths

The story book's been read
And every line believed
Curriculum's been set
Logic is a threat
Reason searched and seized

Jerry spent some time in Michigan
A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime
A dime is worth a lot more in Detroit
A dime in California, a twenty dollar fine

Jerry only stayed a couple months
It's hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the ass
Asphyxiation is simple and fast
It beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitch

Don't think (Stay)
Drink your wine (Home)
Watch the fire burn (Be)
His problems not mine (Safe)
Just be that model citizen

I wish I had a schilling
(For each senseless killing)
For every senseless killing
I'd buy a government
America's for sale
And you can get a good deal on it
(A good deal on it)
And make a healthy profit
Or maybe, tear it apart
Start with assumption
That a million people are smart
Smarter than one

Serotonin's gone
She gave up, drifted away
Sara fled, thought process gone
She left her answering machine on
The greeting left spoken sincere
Messages no one will ever hear

Ten thousand messages a day
A million more transmissions lay
Victims of the laissez faire
Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns
A hundred decibels turns to one
One bullet, one empty head
Now with Serotonin gone

The man who used to speak
Performs a cute routine
Feel a little patronized
Don't feel bad
They found a way inside your head
And you feel a bit misled
It's not that they don't care, yeah

The television's put a thought inside your head
Llike a Barry Manilow, jingle
I'd like, to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
A symphonic blank stare, yeah
It doesn't make you care (make you care)
Not designed to make you care (make you care)
They're betting you won't care (you won't...)

Place a wager on your greed
A wager on your pride
Why try to beat them when, a million others tried?

We are the whore
Intellectually spayed
We are the queer
Dysfunctionally raised

One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
Living through conformity

One more prayer to keep me safe
One more prayer to keep us warm
One more prayer to keep us safe
There's gonna be a better place

Lost the battle, lost the war
Lost the things worth living for
Lost the will to win the fight
One more pill to kill the pain

Na na na na na
La na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na

The going get tough, the tough get debt
Don't pay attention, pay the rent
Next of kins pay for your sins
A little faith should keep us safe

Save us
The human, existence
Is failing, resistance
Essential, the future
Written off, the odds are
Astronomically against us
Only moron and genius
Would fight a losing battle
Against the super ego
When giving in is so damn comforting

And so we go, on with our lives
We know the truth, but prefer lies
Lies are simple, simple is bliss
Why go against tradition when we can
Admit defeat, live in decline
Be the victim of our own design
The status quo, built on suspect
Why would anyone stick out their neck?

Fellow members
Club "We've Got Ours"
I'd like to introduce you to our host
He's got his, and I've got mine
Meet the decline

We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition
In the class war
We are worker
We love our queen
We sacrifice
We're soilent green

We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition
In the class war

dickheads shit-talk

Fri, 20 Aug 2004 20:35:49 GMT

so i'll start with last night even though it was uneventful. i studied for my psychology test and my speech quiz. had a nice talk with mia. talked to mary at like 11:20 and we were both surprised as to why either of were on AIM that late. then i went to sleep. alarm went off at 6:57 just like i set it for. only problem was that i forgot i set it for 6:57 and i thought it had been going off since 6:44 which is when my alarm was last set for. i freaked the fuck out and jumped out of my bed and got my clothes on and then i was said to myself, "dude. it's 6:57. this is so right." all was right with the world...

so today was friday. holy shit, i think at least. is today friday?

first period - today was our presentations. of course drew was incompetent and didn't do his part so we probably didn't get a good grade and for that i'll kick his skinny ass. or do nothing, probably nothing. we got another project assigned and i decided to work with katie latour and "the waddler"...i don't know his name, i think it's jordan...i call him the waddler. but as for my reason for joining their group---i know they'll actually work and i know i'll work so it's a guaranteed good grade. if i could trust anyone else in that class, i wouldn't have worked with katie but whatever. i gave up on that not talking shit. kind of. not really. i don't know. fuck that shit.

second period - man second period. we had some fuckin quiz. i was like, "shit this is harder than i thought." not good. before the quiz though, chimene said something really fucking stupid. so fucking stupid that i wrote it down on a piece of paper and tore it out of my binder and took a picture of it. she said then we went to the library to do research for our speech. i decided to write a speech on edward norton. then i decided to write one on al franken. then i decided to write one on john k samson but ran out of time. as i was walking back to get my backpack from the table, mrs. kramer said, "Patrick, you're the only one who got a 100 on that quiz." and i was like "really?! o_0" so that was good as shit. shit's not even could so fuck that shit. well not really, don't fuck the shit cause that's really gross. moving on...

lunch - lunch was good today, actually. it was very enjoyable. i don't know why, exactly. maybe because people weren't making fun of my friends and everyone was there and quite jovial. i love that word. JOVIAL.

third period - we had a test. i thought it was pretty easy. i don't know how i did. i'm on a pretty good test/quiz streak though so hopefully i can continue it. so of course the south african girls in front of me were bitching about how hard it was. it was obnoxious. so as they bitched, i worked on the homework assignment. then we turned on the olympics. we watched this bike thing and that was pretty hardcore. then we watched some lameass kayaking bullshit that i didn't even know existed in the olympics. i was like, "this is fucking lame." then i spat on the tv. fuckin shit, it was. i have an outline to do for my speech. that's why i wrote

fourth period - what an eventful class. got our tests back. i still had a 106. fuckin A. so we just chilled and did some more stuff that i don't understand. luckily though i now understand last nights homework so that's like...somewhat good. whatever. so yeah...we were doing our work and the girl next to me is sick (so i'll probably get sick soon enough) and she sneezed and i'm PRETTY FUCKIN' SURE some of the sneeze got on my arm. i just paused. i dropped my pencil and just sat there...straight up, very rigid. i didn't say anything. i just sat there, alert as if i were a prairie dog. i just thought about it for a second, trying to recall if i felt wetness on my arm or not. i did. i calmly wiped my arm on my binder and said to myself, "at least it wasn't snot. i hope." mostly for reassurance. it was probably all snot. man. so i decided to focus my attention on meghan hall who sits to my right. she's got an incredible ass and has this habit of wearing shorts that don't cover her ass. i think ed is friends with her. i've never talked to her, i don't plan on it...or do i? no, i don't. anywho. yeah. that was fourth period. mr. messiter still kicks major fucking ass.

so on the way to the bus i was looking around and realizing how many people who are truly uglier than me, have a girlfriend. then i realized, they're all ugly girls, but still. it's the principle of it. or something. i guess i'd rather not have anyone than be dating someone significantly uglier than me. that would just be degrading to me and i'm all about image. haha...but seriously. can any of you actually blame me? if you guys/girls wanna date some ugly fucker, go for it...but that's not me.

so on the bus ride home, i determined that if the girl who always happens to sit in front of me (the freshman who tries to be "goth") puts down her goddamn window one more time, i'll be forced to kill her. she always puts the fucking window down and the wind always messes my hair up. it's fucking annoying and i'm sick of it. fuck that bitch. not really, she's gross, but you get it. i hope.

Todays Empires, Tomorrows Ashes by Propagandhi is one of the most awesome fucking CDs ever. i didn't like it awhile ago but it's fucking great. thrash to the core. i suggest you listen to it, it's incredible.

well, i'm about to go to the chinese place with mary. after that we're going to our respective homes, eating dinner, and then probably watching American History X which i've been fucking dying to watch as of late.

beyond that, i'm doing nothing this weekend so i'm begging that you do something with me. thank you.

peace

Every fucking day our cities tell us what they think of justice. They lock the courageous away as the cowards plaster the cracks spreading through the monolith. But if this man isn't freed, this city burns. "On this Day of Remembrance let us not kneel and pray for the dead. Let us stand and activate for the living, to rescue those about to die" at the hands of bullshit politicians; bloated pin-dick motherfuckers who bow and curtsy to the seats of power. We'll never learn and nothing will ever change as long as we stay this course of followers and slaves. I can't believe we're still content reshuffling the same old decks of kings and queens and faux-democracies. I say we hand it back to the bullshit politicians. Brick by brick, wall by wall...

edit: i just checked thinkwave and i somehow got a 100 on the vietnam project so now i have a 94 in vietnam, 95 in speech, 100 in trigonometry, and probably an A or high B in honors psych. i'm pretty satisfied. i also had my schedule changed for next semester and i'm taking honors sociology first period. 3 honors classes next semester which means potentially, i could have a 4.9 GPA.

as for this: then probably watching American History X which i've been fucking dying to watch as of late.
that never happened because i felt that i'd much rather see the Eagles game on CBS than watch American History X. E-A-G-L-E-S EAGLES!!

this still applies though:
i'm doing nothing this weekend so i'm begging that you do something with me. thank you.

also, quote of the day:
"Eagles. Yes. YES. YES!!!!"

is today tuesday?

Tue, 17 Aug 2004 22:36:19 GMT

is today tuesday? i hope so.

so today. today today today. nothing happened. why am i updating? good question. i'm not sure.

first period - went to the media center for the first half of class. got a group project assigned. we have to do a project on JFK and the Vietnam War. 40% of my group is incompetent and possibly impotent (but that has nothing to do with anything else). saw mary in the library when we were getting ready to leave. she like nodded or smiled or something so i was like "hey" and then i noticed ryan bowen was standing behind her and he was like waving or some shit and i thought to myself, "i hope to god that rat fucker isn't waving at me." i call him a rat fucker because he looks like a rat and this girl that i've seen him with also looks like a rat. back to the story, he was waving or some shit and i just kind of sat there with a puzzled look, a look that you have when you see a terrible accident and you don't want to look because you know someone is dead but you can't take your eyes off the wreckage. so finally he walked over to some dumbfucks in my class and i got the horrified look off my face and casually walked over to my backpack and left the library. good times. test tomorrow. no way this project is finished by friday.

second period - we watched some video about speaking but mrs. kramer kept telling us that it was a sigourney weaver movie and that made me think to myself, "quizzybuck." quizzybuck is a made up word that can be used in any situation. as it turns out, the movie was not with or about sigourney weaver but actually about SIGOURNER TRUTH...which has nothing to do with sigourney weaver. how you would even confused a pale, tall, lanky, ugly, white woman with a fat, stout, ugly, black woman is beyond me. truly. i fought off sleep and then we were told to get in groups of 4 to work on introductions. since i'm anti-social and hate myself and everyone else (i'm kidding by the way), i didn't get in a group. so mrs. kramer was like "you can join this group, is that okay patrick?" an i just mumbled "aight." i mean really, what am i going to say, "NO I REFUSE TO WORK WITH THAT ANNOYING, UNFUNNY, RIGHT-WING COCKSUCKER!!!"?? no. i can't say that. and by the way, yes i was in christian's group. so this other group had to give the other group a topic to write on and this group gave us "a startling fact on drinking alcohol to be presented to elementary school kids." so to fuck that group over, i decided to make them write about "an entertaining quote about ecology and recycling to be presented to a group of concerned parents." eat that, hoebags. so yeah, we were looking on the net for websites that had startling facts on drinking alcohol and we came across something like "42% of children 13 or younger have drank alcohol." so i was like, "dude. everyone's had a sip of their dad's beer before" and so christian blew up and said, "IT'S NOT JUST A SIP, IT'S ACTUALLY DRINKING, JEEZ!!!!!! :face explodes:" so i said, "no shit, i was just saying, everyone's had a sip." what a douche. that guy should go kill himself or something (i don't advocate wishing death on people, remember). i'm done writing about second period cause it always takes longer than it should have. fuck that. i still like the class though, almost.

lunch was dumb. everyone was being an asshole. fuck that shit.

third period was okay. we had some quiz that everyone failed and i think i got like a 70-75 on but it's okay cause he does all sorts of stuff that i don't feel like explaining. all that matters is, in the end, it probably won't count. after that, we took 300 pages of notes like usual and then watched some kick ass video. it was about paranormal shit and how it's bullshit. it fucking rocked and we're not done yet so we get to finish it tomorrow. HELL YES!!! okay.

fourth period was okay also. we had our first test in trig. it wasn't too bad and since there were 2 tests stapled together, the 2nd one was optional and all extra credit so i did that shit too. finished both tests with like 20 minutes to spare. after the test we were sitting around and i let eric listen to my mp3 player and i played bowling on my phone. then i left. it was 3pm.

so when i was walking home from the busstop listening to anti-flag, i felt a delightful vibration in my pocket only to realize my phone was ringing. i answered and becka was like, "THERE'S A FUCKING HOUSE IN THE ROAD!!! HOLY SHIT, WE CAN'T GET AROUND IT! THERE'S A FUCKING GODDAMN HOUSE IN THE ROAD X2382" and so i replied something like, "holy shit. that's very weird." entertainment for the short walk home. good times.

when i got home i had whiskey. i'm still questioning myself as to why.

quotes of the day:
"that's so raven. shut the fuck up, bird girl."

"i hate when stupid people hear your ask a question but the teacher didn't and then the stupid person asks your question and the teacher is like 'good question.' that's aggravating because you know the teachers are thinking 'who'd that bastard steal that from? i know they're an idiot.' plenty of times, stupid people have taken credit for my good question and i'm quite frankly sick of it."

Me: Cure heavy.
Eric: Cure heavy?
Me: Cure heavy.
Eric: Cure heavy. Haha.
Me: Yeah. Cure heavy.

"when you're dating someone who looks like that, you shouldn't be calling other people ugly."

peace

Well I'm lost,

I'm afraid,
Rope tied down to a leaky boat,
To the roof of a car on a road in the dark and it's snowing.

If I'm more,
Then it means less,
Last call for happiness,
I'm your dress near the back of your knees and your slip is showing.

I'm a float,
In a summer parade,
Up the street in the town that you were born in,
With the girl at the top wearing tool,
And a Miss Somewhere sash,
Waving like the queen.

Beauty's just another word,
I'm never certain how to spell,
Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on,
And throw away my misery,
It never meant that much to me,
It never sent a get-well card.

And I broke,
Like a bad joke,
Some bodies' uncle told,
At a wedding reception in 1972.

Where a little boy under a table with cake in his hair,
Stared at the grown-ups feet as they danced and swayed.

And his father laughed and talked on the long ride home.
And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home.
And he thought about how everyone dies someday.
And when tomorrow gets here where will yesterday be.
And fell asleep in his brand new winter coat.

Buy me a shiny new machine,
That runs on lies and gasoline,
And all those batteries we stole from smoke alarms,
And disassembles my despair,
Never took me anywhere,
It never once bought me a drink.

a few changes

Thu, 05 Aug 2004 19:57:51 GMT

i changed my icon, my smileys, and im pretty sure from now on im just gonna do friends only. its not like i say anything that any regular person shouldnt see but i figure, why not? i dont really like the idea of people i dont like that much reading all the stupid shit i have to say so yeah..if youve got a journal on here and you wanna keep reading my stuff then comment and ill add you if youre not already on my friends list. last public entry.

pictures

Thu, 05 Aug 2004 02:54:06 GMT

me:

sunsets:

kitten we might buy:

Lars Frederiksen and the Bastards:

The Pit:

peace

2nd half of 2004 is being very good to me

Wed, 04 Aug 2004 21:24:39 GMT

Warped Tour 2 days ago.

Weakerthans September 24th.

Pearl Jam October 6th.

FUCKING PEARL JAM!!! SCORE!!

from marys journal

Wed, 04 Aug 2004 17:48:11 GMT

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	High
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Moderate
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

warped pics set 1

Tue, 03 Aug 2004 20:20:53 GMT

Anti-Flag:

The (International) Noise Conspiracy:

peace

You want to save the world?
I can tell you what to do!
You want to end terror?
This solution is for you!
Answer the call up join the proud the few.
Pull on the triger with your heart and soul
Cause war is peace now we know.

Fight fire with fire!
Douse violent flames with gasoline
Fight fire with fire!
Spite your foe with an all out holocaust!
Fight fire with fire!
Pour gasoline on the world inferno,
Burn it so hot that the world incinerates
when they're all dead we'll have no issues to resolve.

To end terror it takes a special skill
kill, kill, kill?
Til there's nothing left to kill!!
Don't question orders-
do your job and move.
It's a 9 to 5 and 5 to 9
to makes sure no one's left alive

Fight fire with fire!
Douse violent flames with gasoline
Fight fire with fire!
Spite your foe with an all out holocaust!
Fight fire with fire!
Pour gasoline on the world inferno,
Burn it so hot that the world incinerates
when they're all dead we'll have no issues to resolve.

Join now! Don't wait! Make death, Your date!!!
Salute and fight! Fight for the wealth
of the few! wrapped in a flag and sold to you.
Sold as Feedom it's up to you to see through lies
by those who've led us to endless world strife.
What this world needs is something new!
What this world needs right now is you!
Any dumbfuck can murder kill, kill, kill!!!

warped was greatness

Tue, 03 Aug 2004 03:35:51 GMT

very awesome, warped was.

i got front row for:

Anti-Flag (who were probably the best on the tour)
The (International) Noise Conspiracy (lead singer can dance..and well. also, i liked how they all wore the same outfit. swedes, gotta love em)
Lars Frederiksen and the Bastards (quite excellent)
NOFX (very good. pretty funny.)
Flogging Molly (very, very good)

i definitely enjoyed myself. thanks goes out to autumn for taking me at literally, the last minute.

i met the guys in T(I)NC and they signed my shirt...i also got the tech guy to sign too cause he was nice.

i met the drummer from The Briggs and bought one of their cds. i told him id only buy it if he signed it. and since they need gas money to get to the next stop he signed it and i bought it.

i got El Hefe's (from NOFX) guitar pick. i jumped over the barricade when he threw it and i grabbed it and ran.

after the Flogging Molly show, they threw some cans out to the crowd and i tried to get one but i just kinda hit it and i got Guinness beer all over me and the 3 people around me. it tasted alright.

i took like 40 or 41 pictures i think. ryan (t) and caroline and some other people were there. i hadnt talked to ryan in a long time so it was cool to hang out with him.

on the way back we stopped at Bojangles and got dinner.

i also stopped off at marys to drop off her boyfriends shirt that i got for her for him or something.

i realize now that i got kind of sunburned really badly. it doesnt hurt or anything so its all good.

i cant hear that well right now. everything is a little distant sounding.

bought 3 shirts for myself: NOFX, Lars Frederiksen and the Bastards, and The (International) Noise Conspiracy.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT: THE WEAKERTHANS @ THE CATS CRADLE FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 24TH. I have no idea why theyre playing since they dont have a new cd out but whatever, i fucking fucking fucking love love love them. holy god this is greatness. my dad wants to go, he said he wont go with me but just be there. he loves the weakerthans.

also, Everclear is playing a free show in downtown Raleigh but its only 21 and over so my dads going but i probably wont be.

peace

edit: it was actually 59 pictures, not 40 or 41.

warped

Sun, 01 Aug 2004 19:34:32 GMT

WARPED TOUR TOMORROW MOTHERFUCKERS.

Nofx
Anti-Flag
The (International) Noise Conspiracy
Lars Frederiksen and the Bastards
Flogging Molly

FUCKIN' A.

Even if it's easy to be free
What's your definition of freedom?
And who the fuck are you, anyway?
Who the fuck are they?
Who the fuck am I to say?
What the fuck is really going on?
How did the cat get so fat?
Why does the family die?
Do you care why?
Cause there hasn't been a sign
Of anything gettin' better in the ghetto
People's fed up
But when they get up
You point your fuckin' finger
You racist, you bigot
But that's not the problem
Now is it?
It's all about the money
Political power is takin
Protecting the rich, denying the poor
Yeah, they love to watch the war from the White House
And I wonder...
How can they sleep at night?
How can they sleep at night?
How did the cat get so fat?
How did the cat get so fat?
How did the cat get so fat?
How did the cat get so fat?

it seems

Sat, 31 Jul 2004 21:54:17 GMT

that as of late, everyones little journal entry things have been dramatic and stuff. unfortunately (really, fortunately) i dont have any dramatic bullshit to write but i felt kind of left out so ill try to come up with something.

here goes...

blah blah blah blah blah i thought i could trust you blah blah blah blah blah blah i guess not blah blah i thought we were friends blah blah blah i love so and so blah blah blah blah.

i feel better.

man, its been forever since ive sat down and listened to some good ol anti-flag. sarah (j) IMed me this afternoon and was like "you like anti-flag right?" and so im listening to them now. its greatness. i wish i could see them at warped. ive seen em 2 times already but whats wrong with seeing them 3 times? unfortunately i cant find anyone to come to warped with me so im shit out of luck i guess. i have done absofuckinglutely nothing today and most likely, im gonna do absofuckinglutely nothing tomorrow and the next day until maybe friday or saturday when i might find something to do. hopefully it doesnt come to that. my day consisted of sitting on my beanbag chair and watching tv and that was it. it would have been somewhat pleasant if there was something on tv but alas, there was not. there never is. this entry is getting lengthy like all of them seem to be getting as of late. funny since god knows i have nothing to say...ever. i should know relatively soon if i got the job at INK or not. whatever.

word.

peace.

ps
if you havent heard it or bought it yet, listen to/purchase Justin Sane - "Life, Love, and the Pursuit of Justice"...it is fanfuckingtastic.

You push and push a people, what are they to do?
Soon this corporate run government will be through you
See, it doesn't represent the people anymore
Big business are the pimps and governments' their whores
We don't need more time to talk over a solution
We know what we need, we need a fucking revolution

We don't need your war machine, or your filthy blood stained dollars
We’ve got one thing you ain’t got
We’ve got, we've got, we've got... got the numbers!

To you the masses are not even human beings
We’re dogs that will be grateful for any scraps you leave
But even dogs will only put up with so much abuse
Keep stealing from us like you are we're gonna let loose
We don't need more time to talk over a solution
We know what we need, we need a fucking revolution

We don't need your war machine, or your filthy blood stained dollars
We’ve got one thing you don't have
We’ve got, we've got, we've got... got the numbers!
We’ve got...we have... we've got the numbers!

We don't need more time to talk over a solution
We know what we need, we need a fucking revolution!!!

We don't need your war machine, or your filthy blood stained dollars
We’ve got one thing you ain’t got
We’ve got, we've got, we've got... got the numbers!

the big lebowski

Fri, 30 Jul 2004 20:39:52 GMT

awesome movie. just finished watching it and i would highly suggest you see it if you havent already.

last night i went to kathleen/sarahs. will was there. we watched The Simple Life DVD. paris and nicole are fucking dumbasses and its embarrassing just to watch them talk and stuff. we got cupcakes too. thrilling.

i think im doing something with becka on sunday, i dont know.

peace

i'd like to actively encourage the toughest man to dance as hard as he can to this, my song. and bring your stupidest friends along. we wrote this song because it's fucking boring to keep spelling out the words that you keep ignoring. and your macho shit won't phase me now. it just makes us laugh, we got your cash, court-jester take a bow. because did you know that when i was nine, i tried to fuck a friend of mine? he was 8, then i turned 10. 14 years later it happened again (with another friend). this time me on the receiving end. and all the fists in the world can't save you now. cuz if you dance to this, then you drink to me and my sexuality. with your hands down my pants by transitive property.

im such an idiot sometimes

Thu, 29 Jul 2004 04:19:33 GMT

Propagandhi8102: wow
Propagandhi8102: i feel like a fucking asshole
Propagandhi8102: hold on..
Netsrule2002: lol
Netsrule2002: why?
Propagandhi8102: Propagandhi8102: hey did i see you today?
sarHh64: yyyyyyes i was walking over to u to give u a hug and u just kept walking soo hhaha
Propagandhi8102: seriously?
sarHh64: yyyyyyyes and u were just on the phone and continued and i felt like an idot and i was liek oooookkkk ahha
Propagandhi8102: oh my god
Propagandhi8102: im so sorry

Netsrule2002: eh, it happens
Propagandhi8102: haha i feel like such a fucking idiot

haha. i feel so dumb. i was talking to sarah (s) and i saw sarah (b) and she was like "hey patrick" and i was just like "oh hey" cause i wasnt paying attention. when i talked to becka tonight i told her i felt like i was rude to sarah (b) but now i just feel really stupid. blah. im too cool for everyone now i guess.

i know its not a big deal to sarah (b) or anything but i just feel like a dick.

word.

peace

There's colors on the street
Red, white and blue
People shufflin' their feet
People sleepin' in their shoes
But there's a warnin' sign
on the road ahead
There's a lot of people sayin'
we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan,
but I am to them
So I try to forget it,
any way I can.

Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world.

I see a woman in the night
With a baby in her hand
Under an old street light
Near a garbage can
Now she puts the kid away,
and she's gone to get a hit
She hates her life,
and what she's done to it
There's one more kid
that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love,
never get to be cool.

Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world.

We got a thousand points of light
For the homeless man
We got a kinder, gentler,
Machine gun hand
We got department stores
and toilet paper
Got styrofoam boxes
for the ozone layer
Got a man of the people,
says keep hope alive
Got fuel to burn,
got roads to drive.

Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world.

schedule

Wed, 28 Jul 2004 20:59:15 GMT

drove myself to school today to pick up my schedule and everything.

1st semester:

1. vietnam - moore
2. speech 1 - kramer
3. honors psychology - brown
4. analytic geometry/trigonometry - messiter

2nd semester:

1. advanced functions and modeling (whatever the fuck that is) - siler
2. honors english 3 - strachan
3. honors us history - bryant
4. chemistry - townsend

whatever.

peace

fuck walking in the summer

Tue, 27 Jul 2004 04:15:27 GMT

fuck it in the ass. mary and i went to bond park to watch the ducks and it was supposed to be nice outside but it was really just hot and humid and disgusting. it was horrible. i mean it was cool. ive never seen ducks with purple feathers. that was pretty awesome. the whole walking and being hot thing was not cool though. mary and i had to stop at jersey mikes cause it was too damn gross out. we got free water cause i get stuff like that when i talk to the ladies. no. its just free. but yes. purple ducks=nice.

so i got home and took a shower and went to an interview at INK Newsstand. i killed. the lady was all like "wow, that's impressive" and shit. i was like "hells yeah." id be making like 6.25 an hour to start which isnt that bad...well yes it is but for me its not that bad. hopefully i get it.

after that i went to dinner. filling.

went home and sat around and then went to Target. at target i got Curb Your Enthusiasm Season 1 since i already bought season 2. i also got this gnarly "Back to the Future' shirt and some jeans. i got this kick ass ugly checkered shirt but its too big. sad.

after that i went home and sat around. i watched some of Curb Your Enthusiasm and then realized i felt like dying because i was really really sick. maybe its food poisoning or something. i dont know. i was really sick so i was like laying on my floor sprawled out and all shitty feeling so i missed Clintons speech at the Democratic National Convention. i heard it was amazing though. no surprise. Clinton was/is a great speaker and he makes Bush look like a fucking retard or moreso of one than he already looks like.

called becka. i talked to her mom for a minute and i told her i was sick and she was like 'i hope you dont have what we had last week' cause i was at their house last week and they all got like deathly sick (literally...). i doubt thats it. i hope not.

i listened to some Justin Sane and Modest Mouse and now im listening to Dire Straits...theyre so fucking chill. i love it.

You get a shiver in the dark
It's been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring

You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town

You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans played Creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home'
and he makes it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans of Swing'