The night isn't working well with me, well I just need more time and shit.
Motherfuck of a duck, I have a video to upload and thats gonna take all night since the my Internet is a slow bastard, I don't wanna spend my night writing movie reviews people don't even bother to read that simply fall on deaf ears , and I'm being a huge huge fail on taking pictures on my cellphone a while ago.
Tonight isn't my night. -_-
Originally posted on Nov 22, 2009 12:42 AM
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Fucking 'A...
Busy day of singing and movies.
Spent the whole morning practicing singing Clint Eastwood in Rock Band for the video, however I took to long and my mom said we were going out to the movies.
Point is that the Clint Eastwood video is on standby well I'll go review 2012 for you guys along with some other flims I've seen that are long overdue to reveiwed. Ye shall get the reviews and me "destroying" a song in few couple hours.
Posted via phone.
Originally posted on Nov 21, 2009 4:45 PM
MySpace fails with side ads.
Apparently, MySpace is trying to send me some kind of message. ¬_¬
No thanks, I refuse to placed in some kind of label of any kind, fuck you MySpace and let me lurk on the site in peace. Same with joining those Russian, Asian, Indian, or Muslim single dating/fetish/race sites. Love is blind and we should get to know someone, regardless of what race/person they are. Some crap like that, never feed into your fetish or else your gonna scare that person away.
I need to get all the stupid side ads I get and post together in one huge bulletin. :D
Originally posted on Nov 20, 2009 10:36 PM
How to scare away a customer...
It just goes to show you that Chicken Soup is not good for your soul.
illwillpress.com
Originally posted on Nov 19, 2009 12:18 AM
I found a strand of hair...
...in my mouth during sixth period. o_o;;
And yes, it was mine. Long, dark chocolate brown thats close to being black, and wavy/curly. Thats my hair. ._.
'tis the price to pay when you have such beautiful gorgeous hair. :D
Posted via phone.
Originally posted on Nov 18, 2009 7:38 PM
"Despite everything...
, I believe that people are really good at heart."
~Anne Frank
I saw that quote on a piece of paper that my Drama teacher had out for one of her classes and it got to me. I envy her. So young and she had that mentality, even though being sought out by the Nazis. Kinda makes me want to at least better myself.
Originally posted on Nov 16, 2009 7:23 PM
How is "Meep!" is a four-letter word?
Seriously?
Mass. principal bans students from saying 'Meep!'
(AP) – 2 days ago
DANVERS, Mass. — Who knew "Meep!" was a four-letter word? The utterance favored by bungling lab assistant Beaker of "The Muppet Show" has been banned at Danvers High School in Massachusetts after students said it to repeatedly interrupt school.
Principal Thomas Murray said the word was part of a disruption planned using Facebook.
The Salem News reports that parents recently got an automated call about "Meep!" from Murray. He warned them that students who said or displayed the word at school could be suspended.
Murray says the warning was needed because students didn't heed his "reasonable request" to stop the meeping.
Danvers High sophomore Melanie Crane says it doesn't mean anything in particular.
Information from: The Salem News http://www.salemnews.com/
Copyright © 2009 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.
Why in the hell would one be suspended for saying meep? Its just a random nonsense word like marf. Meep shouldn't be along with ranks such as fuck, cunt, shit, or any other four letter swear word.
Ehh, people theese days...
Originally posted on Nov 15, 2009 12:19 PM
I "fail" at singing O:
Watch and see me "fail" singing Master Exploder by Tenacious D. D:
You know I sing awesome. :D
Did it for the fun of it and my sister wants to warn you that my singing is crappy.
Enjoy!
Originally posted on Nov 14, 2009 1:55 PM
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair--
(They will say: 'How his hair is growing thin!")
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!")
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all--
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"--
If one, settling a pillow by her head
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all."
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor--
And this, and so much more?--
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
I've loved this poem ever since my Drama teacher told me to read it I was amazed on how well written it is. It's the type of reading college students read, so she says. Was told that some spent their whole college years trying to find out its meaning.
Still reading and trying to find out what it means. It resonates with me, I see myself in it. Looks like a love poem but just an allegory on how his life sucks.
Anyways, enjoy knocking yourself out!
My little sisters rant on Guitar Hero
can't downLode songs in to one game
kill cool songsdom dumb title names.
mix songs
charatars Look ugly and weard
use crapy songs
use dead cerleberty aperince
no emotins
ugly cloths
trying to akt ack act coolnot a "famly" game
Bad example to kids
you have to byay a hole Buncha of games just to get your favorite songs
Rock Band is Beter!!unintelligible scribbling sister made which I can’t understand
I was watching videos for DJ Hero just to see how stupid it was and my sister thought it was stupid as well so I told her to write down the things she doesn't like about the Guitar Hero series. She gave me a list with all the misspellings and scratches so I did my best to emulate it on the computer. She takes after me :]
My sister scratched me...
...Since I refused to look for her Smartie that she dropped on the floor when I was walking back to the table to do my homework. -_-
Hurted like hell and she broke the skin. Not too bad or deep but hurts like a motherfucker. Plus band-aids won't stick since its at the place where one pivots their arm. -_-
I'll live.
Posted via phone.
Originally posted November 9 on MySpace.
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