Add   [07 Dec 2005|02:48am] [ mood | awake ] Scrawled in BIG ANGRY RED letters "I FUCKED your mother!!!" neatly printed in small calm blue letters "Go home dad, you're drunk." Bathroom graffiti, at a BP today. I thought it amusing, and decided to share It is god-damn 3 in the morning and I am up listing to music and playing on the computer. I think I have a problem

Add   [27 Nov 2005|01:38pm] Doreen: What does momma say about vain little boys? Stuart: I don't wanna say. Doreen: Say it, Stuart. Stuart: I don't wanna say. Doreen: Well say it. Stuart: Vain little boys often grow up to be homosexual.

2    Add   I heart music [09 Nov 2005|05:41pm] [ mood | lethargic ] The Arcade Fire fucking rocks. My powers out, so I am at the library listening to music, and researching world issues. This friday at noon I get to go to Jefferson, Ohio to debate in the model United Nations for over 23 hours over two days. I am in the Commission of Human Rights (CHR), delegating for the country of Syria, and discussing such topics as human trafficking, human rights in China, women's rights, and many more. Yes, I am lame I have to miss CCAD again *sigh*, no searching for secret playgrounds on break this week. Damn. Time to get back to work, later bitches

Add   An excerpt from a Buddhist teaching [28 Oct 2005|04:56pm] [ mood | mellow ] "Sensing at length that a breakthrough was near, he sat down one evening under what has come to be known as the Bo Tree (short for Bodhi or enlightenment), vowing not to arise until he had gained his goal. The records offer as the first event of the night a temptation scene reminiscent of Jesus in the desert. Seeking to disrupt Gautama's concentration, Mara, the Evil One, first paraded voluptuous women, and when they failed in their purpose assailed the future Buddha with torrents of flaming rocks. These, though, turned into blossom petals when they entered the field of his yogic concentration. In final desperation, Mara challenged Gautama's right to do what he was doing, but he touched the earth with his right fingertip and the earth thundered, "I bear you witness." Mara fled in rout and raptures descended from heaven to clothe the victor. Thereafter, while the Bo Tree rained red blossoms that full-mooned night of May, Gautama's meditation deepened until, as the morning star glittered in the transparent eastern sky, his mind pierced the world's bubble, collapsing it to nothing; only, wonder of wonders, to find it restored with the effulgence of true being. The Great Awakening had arrived. Gautama was gone, He had been replaced by the Buddha. Mara was waiting for him with one last temptation. How could the Buddha expect people to understand truth as profound as that which he had discovered? Why not wash his hands of the whole hot world, be done with the body, and slip at once into perpetual nirvana? The argument almost prevailed, but at length the Buddha answered, "There will be some who will understand", and Mara was vanquished forever."

10    Add   IT'S A CHRISTMAS MERICAL!!! [11 Oct 2005|11:49pm] [ mood | enthralled ] So I was about to go to bed, when I reach over and push the power button on my phone again, hoping the thing would magically spring back to life. It did. One problem... when my phone would not work, I removed the SIM card... can't find the SIM card. Damn it. I am afraid to turn the phone off, because it may just be a fluke, oh well.

11    Add   [04 Oct 2005|10:03pm] [ mood | mellow ] Oh shit... I left my phone in my pants pockets, and then proceeded to wash those pants, in water. Turns out, cell phones and water don’t play nice together. Probably didn’t watch Barney as a child. Damn my fetal, completely useless brain, damn it to the fiery pits of doom. I have taken the lifeless pieces of molded metal and plastic apart, in a vain attempt to revive the poor solder. I fear the worst. I would like you to say a special prayer tonight, for I don’t think she will make it through till the mourning. I promised myself I would not cry... it’s just so hard. I think what I need lots of big things, like my car, kind of hard to forget in your pocket. But my cell phone doesn’t eat my lunch money like candy at the gas station, like that car. Or get itself towed twice on High street. What I need a car sized cell phone, and a car that runs on semi-witty comments, and bad spelling. Oh, what a glorious day that would be. I’m not that mad, but looking back at this entry it sounds like I am angst-mister teen-man, the lamest super hero ever. I don’t think that should be hyphenated... oh who knows. Look at me I am rambling, time to go.

16    Add   [04 Oct 2005|12:18am] livejournal is lame.

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