chaosmonkey

Seems things were more twisted than I thought, and it wasn't who I thought. But there were still insidious machinations being, uhm, machined against me. Or something. And still some rotten people who should hope to only be beaten to a bloody fucking pulp.

I'm still out of here, though. Things felt different even before all this bullshit went down. I haven't been interacting as...
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I'd just like to let you know that "you're going to hell on a greased pole and Satan is laughing his head off!"

Thank you, drive through.

Welcome to ChaosMonkey's journal, where we ask the musical question: "Do You Like Horny Bunnies?"

I've got this class on spreadsheets now... just a little five-week thing, of which I missed the first week due to snow... It's called "spreadsheets," but it's really on Excel. My high school had extremely out-of-date computers until right before I graduated, so I learned Lotus 1 2...
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The end of March is shaping up to be quite motherfucking awesome: A visit from Amelie, Frank Black & the Catholics return to Louisville, a visit from Amelie, a Sigur Ros show, a visit from Amelie, the new Zelda game, and a visit from Amelie. All this packed into the span of a week. It's nice to finally have things to look forward to...
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Ugh.

It sure would be nice if someone would stop stalking my every move on here and mailing nearly everything I say to someone else.

Yup.

Sure would be nice.

Not being stalked.

Yup. Real nice.

Fuck off, Oliver.

Freezing rain, driving winds, icy roads... yup, another Saturday night at home. I'm itching for the summer so badly. Heck, I'd settle for spring. Anything but more of this winter. Last summer was a fucking blast. I need more of that. Also, I think my friends are getting restless and tired of being cooped up inside with each other. We need sunshine.

And maybe this...
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I'm exhausted.

My head's threatening to begin pounding.

I have a test in an hour and fifteen minutes.

Amelie's out of town and won't be back for a couple days. I could use the time to rest up, I suppose. It's really tough not to spend every minute I can talking to her, but that usually keeps us both up till at least five in...
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So this army recruiter guy calls me yesterday at about 10 am. Being the shiftless layabout that I am, I was asleep. My class doesn't start till late, I can afford this one luxury. Army guy talks about a mile a minute, my brain fuzzy and uncomprehending after a late night up on the phone with my sweetie. "You go to IUS, right?" "Uh-huh." "We'll...
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It seems somehow that I am a college student. I'm not sure how this happened, or what's going on, or just when I go to class, but I am. I have this vague recollection of being in classes, and learning things -- or having things said by a person standing at the front of the room enter my brain -- but nothing's terribly clear. I'm...
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I like the instant ramen when it's still a bit crunchy.

Hm. I was gonna write something fun and exciting, but I don't really feel fun and exciting today, and I don't feel like figuring out how to write it, anyhow. So I'm just gonna say I miss Amelie and go on my way.

Fucking February.