Sunday Jul 20, 2008

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All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I love this song. This is how I see a relationship. Knowledge is power, and I only want the one I love to know exactly who I am and how I got there. I think that is the most intimate gift you can give anyone. Anywho, long rant about the part in bold.

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People have even come to hate me because they thought I was blessed. Want to know the secret? I don't tell them anything that's wrong with me. They thought I was happy all the time, and/or had no problems. That used to be far from the truth. I was, in fact, extremely depressed, and had as much problems as anyone else. The truth is I am a vault and handle my problems quietly by myself, I used to detest feeling that I can't handle something. When I would mention that I was depressed people would get the most shocked look on their face, which made me chuckle. I wasn't necessarily lying to them, because I was happy around them. Friends had always been the source of my happiness, which is why I can be the best friend people ever had. I wanted to pay them back for the happiness they inadvertently gave me. I am happy now, and happier around good friends.



I saw Dark Knight. It was awesome, predictable, but awesome none-the-less. Don't open the spoiler if you haven't seen Dark Knight.

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I chuckled when people were shocked that Harvey Dent is Two-Face. Word? (This wasn't one of the predictable parts, that is just common Batman knowledge.) I mean hell, he was in Batman Forever. Sure that was a shitty movie, but come on...he had a fucking two headed coin, does that not connect the dots? It did have an extremely funny segment though:
Robin: Holey rusted metal, Batman!
Batman: Huh?
Robin: The ground, it's all metal. It's full of holes. You know, holey.
Batman: Oh.
(Making fun of the original show's Robin.)

It also had a line about Robin wanting a name, one he mentioned was Nightwing, which he becomes after stepping out of Batman's shadow in the comic series.



The last movie I was truly surprised at was Semi-Pro. That ending had me laughing hard for about ten minutes. It was fucking spectacular.

I started a new diet two weeks ago tomorrow. The last time I weighed myself was about two months before I started it, and I weighed about 265. The first time I weighed myself while on this diet, the Friday after I started, I weighed 251. A week and two days later I weigh 238. I haven't worked out since I started this diet. Crazy? You better believe it. My goal is 200, but that may be a little unhealthy since I am 6'7". I'll look like Jack Skellington. Being rail thin is only part of the look, it's my ginormous head that completes the package.

That is it for now.

Quote of the day:
"You know bitches be crazy."
-Jerry Stiller

Quote from me:
"I wish you could see your hypocrisy in this situation, because I do, and I am definitely having a good laugh at your expense."

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That may seem cruel, but I don't want to live in a world where you can't have a great time at the expense of idiots. I am not going to worry about the feelings of a person who chose to be ignorant. It's not my fault they're dumb, and I'm not going to pander to them. One of America's largest problems is that we coddle the ignorant and stupid. I choose to stand against it, sue me. Obviously coddling hasn't worked, so maybe my method will. It takes rock bottom to wake some people up. Sometimes creatures can only learn when they feel bad. Shit, look at how dogs are trained: "NO! BAD! BAD DOG!" I've grown so weary from stupidity that I swear I am going crazy.



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sweetnepenthe:
i was worried no one would get that...

you rock! biggrin
sweetnepenthe:
haha that's hilarious! when my first pet fish, Silverstein, died i put him in a plastic container full of water and buried him. a few years later i dug up his grave and i kid you not, the container was empty. it was crazy!

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