Yawgmoth_X

I got a new computer. My best friend went into the air force today. My sentences are some what simple and incomplete. The computer kicks ass though, hopefully ill take a damn picture of it so i can post it on my myspace.
This Live Journal makes me sad. I think im gonna just go ahead some how get rid of this, so its time to speak the mind.

Lyn: Dood, you a getting bastard, you rock, good luck.

Mike: ^_^b

Kame: Oh thank god you got a boyfriend who you can see. Get your freak on, short stack.

Neemo: it was honestly a pleasure and honor to meet you man, hope you do well in life.

Peace out all and mas love,

John

http://lineage2.plaync.jp/l2fun/flashGame.aspx

Gotta say this game is cute but hard as hell. In a way it reminds me of a zelda game, try it out ^_^

http://www.megatokyo.com/

honestly, wtf Fred?

Happy New Year. Now I'm going back to bed.

For the time being, I'm back. So happy. I feel it, that hotness of the blood and tightness of skin. Nostrils flair and mouth salivates. The moon is high and the world is a lone lamb left in the field. I was not always as I had been. I lost a good many of my animalistic tendencies when i lost a good deal of my humor. It's taken a lot longer then it should have to recover, and most admittedly I've been wallowing in self pity. Many moons, many many cold unforgiving moons. I lost my ideas of conquest, my hopes for unity, and my hopes, and my dreams. Well, i gots that monkey of mine back. Sooner or later I may slip and digress but for now I'm the phoenix risen from the ashes. I gotta thank the music. I basically have all of my friends music, The Killers, Radiohead, Incubus, Phantom Planet, goodly music that warms my heart like a hot bowl of soup. The ramen kind, not the canned stuff. Never can get a really good flavor from those, but the raman stuff is just bullion, can do what ever you want with it. But I digress. Anywho, this good feelin might be around to stay and I hope it is, its been the only good time I've had since Vicente Fox came into office. I feel like I can set this world on fire again.

I recently got Skype. Its an awesome little internet phone program that I'm tending to use because its got better reception then my cell phone and its free. So if you get a weird number (000)0123-456, thats gonna be me, not Satan. Course, i hardly call folks anyway you never know. Mayhap the dark lord is trying to get you to change your long distance service. EVIL DEMANDS MORE AT&T REVENUE!

I need you to call the police. Someone has stolen my innocence.

Ya'll have a good one. Pop a cold one and give your momma a kiss.

No more fuckin drama. I say we all get drunk. Let me explain one thing and ONE FUCKING THING ONLY: I will not be changing anything! Nothing. Fuck that. So, if shit starts trying to FUCKING CHANGE on me, I'm gonna fucking ignore it. I dont care what anyone says, i dont care what anyone does. Im fine, everyone is fucking fine. QUIT THE FUCKIN DRAMA. Does this look like highschool? Gawddamn people.

Anywho...

MOVIES:
Borat was awesome, though there were parts that are gonna make you kinda ill. 4/5
The Prestige(I think thats right) was really cool and I hope it gets some awards. 5/5
Night Watch is a russian scifi deal that would probably be more enjoyable if you watched it alone. 3/5

Games:
Gears of War: Play this game! Do it with friends and beer and you got a great time in the making. 5/5
Killzone (psp): Got the demo, was kinda fun, check it out if you want fun for the psp. 3/5
Rez: Get drunk, crank the volume to 11, and play till your eyes bleed. 5/5

Books:
Grey Matter: Just as fucked up as it was in the 1970's. 5/5
American Gods: Would drive you nuts, and if your a myth buff you'll catch alot of the jokes. 5/5


Later.

Dorothy Marguerite Nordlund (Born December 9, 1914, _____________, Minnesota.)

Our beloved Aunt, Dorothy Marguerite Nordlund, passed from this life on _________________ at her Sunrise on Superior residence in Two Harbors, Minnesota. Dorothy was born on December 9, 1914 in ______________, Minnesota, to parents, Lindon Earl and Rena Janisch Crowther.

Dorothy Nordlund had been a prominent figure in the Two Harbors area for more than half a century. After receiving her teaching degree
from the University of Oklahoma(?) and later a Masters degree from Illinois,

Dorothy taught English and Latin in Wadena, Minnesota
for two years. She then moved to Two Harbors and married Richard Nordlund.
As a young bride, Dorothy was turned down from teaching because back then you could not teach while you were married. To occupy her time she ran a boarding home where the railroad men and tourists could stay for $2 a night (there weren’t any motels in Two Harbors back then). She occupied her time by volunteering at the local library, and enjoyed sewing, knitting and embroidery.
After the Two Harbors High School superintendant retired, Dorothy finally got the chance to teach eighth grade English, and did so until her retirement in
1980.

Love You, Aunt Do. That's all I can say.

God I love this, everyone must check it out.
http://joshualowry.vox.com/library/audio/6a00c225203796f21900c2252ab8c18e1d.html

Freedom, horrible horrible freedom

You ever have one of those weeks? Well, if you?re reading this, then that?s a fore gone conclusion. Halloween came and went, and now it?s November. Sorry, I wasn?t able to update for so long, there were some... technical problems I had to smash in with a hammer. Don't worry; you'll see the made for TV move will be out next summer. You know what I love about this blogdrive thing? No one is listening. No one. Oh, sure, every now and again someone will open up this Pandora?s box and take a peek, but most of the time this is the internet equivalent of screaming at a brick wall. You'll never fess up to doing it, but you got to admit, it feels real good.

Let me ask ya'll, you ever really, really like someone; a person who makes you get down on your knees and thank God, Allah, Zeus, Odin, whatever, just because she acknowledge your existence? Then, for one glorious moment, you think that hell has frozen over and pigs learned to speak French, because you think you got a shot at having an ongoing relationship? That?s what Halloween was like for me. Hell, I'm self-medicating here, might as well go for the gusto and tell the Internet void what happened. I ride the school bus home. Yes, I know, I'm a high school senior taking the bus, the most pathetic thing in the world next to a legless guy shopping at footlocker. Get all the jokes out now, I don?t want you to miss the important parts because your burning out your capacity for thought try to think up a good insult to put in the comment area.

So, I'm on the bus talking to the aforementioned girl I want to have the "more-then-friends" relationship with. I tell her I have nothing to do for the Halloween and she tells me to go hang out with her and her friends. I am freaking ecstatic on the inside, cool on the out.

Now, before we go any further, I have to give you some background. I tried to take her to a movie before, one of her choosing, because she complains that she has nothing to do. She chose "Cold Creek Manor". I fucking hate fucking Randy Quaid. But, I say sure. The day of, I get all ready (my best chain and everything), even get the tickets to that crap show, and call her up to make of the time. Guess what, she can?t go because *drum roll for the most lame ass excuse ever came up with, even better then " I have to relace my shoes") she has allergies. Really bad allergies. I am a fucking dumbass.

Now, on with the story: So she tells me she has to take her brother and sister out trick or treating then she'll call me back and tell me when to come over. So time passes, and it?s about 6:30. I call. Her dad answers and informs me she's out trick-or-treating with her friends and won?t be back until 8. With her fucking friends. Super Fucking Great. But, like the phantom pussy-wiped basterd I am, I think " Well, she'll call me at 8 then".
Now this part is the one that truly sucks ass: My friends call me. I wont bore you with the details, just the synopsis of them.

Friends: Dude, you got to come over, your hot ex-girlfriend is here, were all drunk, and she wont stop talking about how much she want's to have sex with you. Plus, at midnight, were gonna set fire to golf cart.

Me: sorry guys, I can?t go. This girl I really like is supposed to call me.

Friends: The one who had the allergies, or the cold creek manor bitch? Dude, she?s gonna cancel.

Me: One; She?s not a bitch, and two; she wouldn?t do that to me, not twice. She?s the one that asked me to come over. She wouldn?t cancel.

Friend 1: Five bucks says she calls and cancels.

Friend 2: Ten says she doesn?t even call and you have to talk to her during the awkward bus ride home.

Currently, I still owe ten bucks. Worse, my mom, dad, friends, assorted other family members, even my cousin in Iraq are making fun of her, and I still defend her. They already call her the CCMB (Cold Creek Manor Bitch) and Allergy girl. My cousin says he?s got his squad mates trying to come up with away to fit the Halloween thing in. I'm an intercontinental laughing stock and I'm still there saying, "No, she just hasn't had time to call". It's really hard for me to keep believing it since she has a cell phone, but I have a lot of drugs on board, so the memory comes and... what were we talking about?

So what do I do? Do I keep trying? I dunno. You people got the head on you. So give me a kick back, your ideas cant be any worse then what I?m planning to do. So kick something back, you magnificent bitch of a universe. I need some outside assistance on this.

P.s. I plan on showing her this post, if you?re interested. She doesn't care enough to visit the site when I don't tell her to. I hope she can give me back my balls on Monday, I don't think I can take all this weirdness much longer. I get the feeling I should just fuck it a get a job digging ditches for the rest of my life.

BritneySpears14: Ok, are you ready?

eminemBNJA: Aight, yeah I'm ready.

BritneySpears14: I like your music Em... Tee hee.

eminemBNJA: huh huh, yeah, I make it for the ladies.

BritneySpears14: Mmm, we like it a lot. Let me show you.

BritneySpears14: I take off your pants, slowly, and massage your muscular physique.

eminemBNJA: Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat.

BritneySpears14: What the f*ck, I told you not to message me again.

eminemBNJA: Oh ****

BritneySpears14: I swear if you do it one more time I'm gonna report your ISP and say you were sending me kiddie porn you f*ck up.

eminemBNJA: Oh ****

eminemBNJA: damn I gotta write down your names or something

bloodninja: Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?
BritneySpears14: Aight.
bloodninja: Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.
BritneySpears14: I slip out of my pants, just for you, bloodninja.
bloodninja: Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up.
bloodninja: Me too baby.
BritneySpears14: I kiss you softly on your chest.
bloodninja: I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.
BritneySpears14: Hey...
bloodninja: I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 Cock of the Infinite.
BritneySpears14: Funny I still don't see it.
bloodninja: I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty F*ck of the Beyondness.
BritneySpears14: You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.
bloodninja: Don't f*ck with me bitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.
bloodninja: I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid.
BritneySpears14: Don't ever message me again you piece of ****.
bloodninja: Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.
bloodninja: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.
bloodninja: You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now.
bloodninja: Baby?