Almost 2 years later you only have 1 new message.

Out with the old

In with the new.

There will no longer be posts in this.
Go to the new one, if you can find it.

 
Mother fucker, this thing still works. A miracle, really. This isn't really a post, just throwing it out.

Okay, SO. I'm gonna put in a blog because of Jeska, and I have good reasons of doing so. If Ask me what they are, you are giving me full and unrestricted permision to end your life in any way I see fit. Good Game.

So... yeah... this thing is dead isn't it? Normally if I don't post for a while Blogger starts to "cramp my style" by crashing everytime i click publish.

How many of you actually still check this? Like 2? Jeska? You loser. But YEAH since your forcing me here goes.

So hows does one partake in blogging again? Tell you about my day? Why of course.

6 am - Phone rings. Jeremy. He ain't goin' to school. I have to. Thanks. I love going to school, no really. Love it. About as much as getting probed up the ass by some sort of wild cactus (Which isn't very much if you're still considering the possibility.)

7 am - At school. Inhaling second hand smoke. Nothing like making my lungs black on a cold day. Anyhow, Ho took a shit, came back and told me he saw a fucking fat woman snoring on a bench.

7.25 am - Walk to the computer lab. I look to the left. See a fucking fat woman snoring on a bench.

7.25 am - Yes, in the same minuet that saw that fucking fat woman snoring on a bench, i also took a piss. With amazing speed and grace. Should have seen the urine arch into the urinal. Would have been proud. So proud.

7.30 am - In the comp lab. On a computer. Staring at the girl in front of me. Wondering why she has a strange pimple formation that ever so acurately resembles the little dipper located on the right side of her face. Her friend looks at me. The ellaborate facial oil saturated connect the dots formation is also prominent with that one.

7:30am - 9:00am - Engage in a frenzy of mouse maneuvering and clicking, typing, minimizing, maximizing, alt-f4-ing up a storm. Another productive 1.5 hours.

9.05am - Walk into class. Sign Jeremy and myself in. Walk out.

9.45am - Arrive at Fry's electronics. Go turn on all their speakers to the max. We leave.

10.30am - Home. I play CS. Ho plays GT. We are happy. Everything is okay.

12.00pm - Estabans. Got a burrito so big it would've put your fucking leg to shame. Yeah that's right. We are happy. Everything is okay.

1.00pm - Diane's pool. The water isn't cold. It isn't hot. It's a bit warmer than just right. Baby bear wouldn't have liked it. Stupid baby bear. Eat your porridge. Nit picking mother fucker. They starve bitches like you in the mainland.

1.00pm - 4.00pm - Getting pruny. Theres some random indian girl in the pool. Some fat bitch sitting on the lawn chair. Her legs belong on a wooly mammoth. An albino one i might add. We talk about diarrhea. She looks at us. Slow your role player.

415pm - home. Eungee convince me to play online tetris. I got owned four times, not to mention she fucking did the cheapest move ever. Yes you did. No, yes you did. You fag. I eventually beat them. I get spacebar happy. Fuckers.

5.00pm - 8.00pm - During this time I do a bunch of things, none of which i can recall... strangely. Jeska convinces be to blog. Yeah.

Good night.

 
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So Jeremy sends me bits of his convo between him and Kempy...

Jeremy:....
Kempy: hey
Jeremy: sup
Kempy: eating some ice cream
Kempy: you
Jeremy: eating some ass cream

as sax in247: you unsophisticated dog
as sax in247: it's Ass a La' Creme
as sax in247: not ASS CREAM
as sax in247: sheesh.
Jeremy: lol fuck
Jeremy: damnit
Jeremy: i screwd up
as sax in247: yeah
as sax in247: you got to ask him again
as sax in247: and pretend the first convo never happened.

Jeremy:
Jeremy: sup kempy...what are you eating?
Kempy: not ass cream
Jeremy: well im eating...
Jeremy: as sax in247: it's Ass a La' Creme as sax in247: not ASS CREAM
Kempy: what

as sax in247: ...
Jeremy: am i slick or what
Jeremy: can i be a ninja now?
as sax in247: ... are you black?
Jeremy: uh...in some parts of my body
as sax in247: ...
as sax in247: So... how's the weather?
Jeremy: its freezing
Jeremy: why do u ask?
Jeremy: i'll show u proof that im a ninja
as sax in247: ok
as sax in247: show me.
Jeremy: Kempy: I have no idea whats going on right now
as sax in247: ...
Jeremy: wanna see more proof?
as sax in247: yeah
Jeremy: here i'll show u...
as sax in247: ...
Jeremy: *woosh*
Jeremy: ohhh too quick
Jeremy: too legit to quit fool
as sax in247: ...
as sax in247: hey did I ask you how the weather was?
Jeremy: yea twice already
as sax in247: damn it
as sax in247: so..
Jeremy: is there a connection between weahter and ninjaness?
as sax in247: there's a connection between the ninja and everything
as sax in247: everything is the ninja
as sax in247: while the ninja is everything
as sax in247: but nothing at all.
as sax in247: at once
as sax in247: united
as sax in247: indivisible
as sax in247: with liberty
as sax in247: and justice for all
as sax in247: one nation

Yeah, I messed that up didn't I?


Yeah i know I haven't blogged for a while... but I think I'm gonna start my own site of death so why don't you go shave your beaver ok?

 
Michelle: i love it
as sax in247: like a fat kid loves cake?
Michelle: more then that
as sax in247: like a fat kid loves penis?
Michelle: CAKE
Michelle: damnit
as sax in247: ...
Michelle: CAKE!
Michelle: not penis
as sax in247: how do you know fat kids don't like penis?
as sax in247: have you ever gone up to a fat kid
as sax in247: and said "Hey fat kid, do you like penis?"
Michelle: yes i have
Michelle: and he was like, "WTD penis"
Michelle: i can't eat that
Michelle: i don't like it
Michelle: i like cake

 
I wish you guys could hear this melody in my head. It repeats over and over but yet I'm not annoyed. It's a little girl, and she goes la la laaa... la la laaa .

I am Veritas. I am ignored.

There is an icessant pounding Throbs of pain, inside this bulk of flesh which perches on top of my neck, which I suppose you people call a head. My eyes is radiating some kind of heat that can be felt through my closed eyelids. I suppose I could pretend I'm some kind of super hero and attempt to blast any punk that walks past me to smitherines. Except ... i think my eyes just feels hot because I'm sick.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have sixteen combined pages of essay to write... and 10 chapters of math to cram into my lethargic brain.

and she goes la la laa la la laa

 
as sax in 247: eeveryones all like
as sax in 247: *SCRATCHES HEAD*
stephen: scratchs it so hard it like reveals a red scalp
as sax in 247: scratches so hard it leaves trenches in your forehead and world war two veterans try to jump onto your forehead for cover.
stephen: u scratch it so hard like you dont scracth it ne more instead the world moves under your feet back and forth
as sax in 247 (10:57:36 PM): you scratch it so hard you poke the part of your brain which releases your bowel muscles and you involuntarily shit all over yourself.
stephen: you scratch it so hard that it emits electromagnetic waves which reach an alien planet which interptret it as a delcaration of war
stephen: then when they come to attack they see you scratching your head
stephen: and they all scratch thier head and everyones just sitting there scratching their head



.... *scratches head*

 
Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket.

I think I was supposed to write something about how good Tupac's song "Life goes on" is. Yeah... but I forgot what I was going to say. Something I thought was cool at the time but I don't seem able to recall what it was. Evade bitches, evade tricks.Give playa hataz plenty of space.Basically just representin' for ya baby.

Have a party at my funeral.

Many of you wankerish n00bs are crapping your panties over the arrival of college acceptance letters, or the lack of arrival from a particular college. Don't worry, I'll hand ya'll papers and pens so you can write about your life of sin, a couple bottles of gin just in case ya don't get in. Tell all ya'll people you a riiiidah.Nobody cries when you die, your a outlaw so I'm gonna let you ride.

Let every rapper rock it.

I'm eating some rice mush right now. Yeah it doesn't relate to anything does it? I think I'm just buying time so I can include one more thing into my last paragraph. Something like: Rest in peace young nigga. There's heaven for a G.