September 2008

And I’ve got nothing else to do
But waste this lazy afternoon
So I will
So I will
And I take my view from the old spruce tree
Spends all day just watching the breeze
Float by
Float by
And she watches the Kodiac bear
Who knows how to live without going nowhere?
All day
All day

And my eyes will not shut
And my legs will not strut

I was born to be a clown
But my girl she says to me to turn it down
Right now
Right now
But I can’t help it. Can’t you see?
There’s a bright red light that shines on me
All day
All day
I spend my time just running around
Chasing myself across the town
Always
Always

And there’s a feeling in my gut
Telling me to shut the fuck up

Popularity: 5% [?]

I’ve been sleeping outside
It’s damp and rainy
I’ve been dreaming a song
That song is you

And I’ve been thinking of love
Moulded up with clay
And I made a joke about you
Came back to haunt me

When I’m old
I’ll rest my bones
In the midnight sky
A bird flies by

I waded through all the tall grass
With eyes wide-open
And I took a swim with Grandpa
In hopes that you would find me

And I stole your fishing boots
Replaced them with diamonds
That way when you are gone
I am not forgotten

Out through the chimney
And into the sky
The clouds they are empty
And a bird flies by

And out through the chimney
And into the sky
The clouds they are empty
And a bird flies by

Popularity: 5% [?]

And I’m not sure why.

I got fairly drunk last night. I patronized this place called the Alex P. Keaton. It was alright. I had always wanted to go see what it was all about plus it has my name. I had a beer there and listened to some music. Then I went to Wink’s and had a couple of beers which was alright. I was with mi amigo Chris and that kid got so fucking drunk. When we left I was trying to keep him balanced but he fell right into this dude who was sitting at a table enjoying his beer. It was kind of funny.

It was my brother’s friend’s birthday too and when I got home he was passed out on the couch. Apparently his brother got punched in the face when he was trying to break up a fight or sommat. Always an adventure downtown.

I finally finished this stupid C++ project that I had to do. It was stressing me out so badly. I think I did pretty poorly on it but at least it’s handed in and I don’t have to worry about it anymore.

I’m out.

Popularity: 4% [?]

Link to Ill Bill - My Uncle lyrics

[Verse 1: Necro ]

My childhood was hood, shit was real
My father was a killer already when he came here from Israel
Leaving us scared with a stare until it transformed into me
Putting fear into my peers, that’s when the man formed
In the projects we used to beef with each other
Cause our fucking parents were too ignorant to teach us better
I had thoughts on my mind of killing someone at nine
I actually went to do it, lucky for homeboy he backed down at the time
I could’ve been dolo and I’d still flip and get live
A lot of cats were truly bitch, they needed a clique to survive
Me and Bill had a rep for fucking Decepts up where they stepped
They crept deep like roaches and would catch you if you slipped
Peeking around the project buildings to see who’s on the bench
By being enemies you’d have to blood drench on defense
Only thing we thought we was promised was dishonest careers
Beat down and robbed so many people I had bad karma for years

[Chorus]

Reflection of children coming up in the grave
Tell ‘em Charlie
Reflection of children coming up in the grave
Some 83 shit

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

Glenwood, learn how to rhyme Bill learn how to throw hands
And fight four motherfuckers at the same time
Knockout champ, the southpaw, undefeated
At the bus stop rumbling with scuffed Adidas
In my high school the drug dealers snuffed the teachers
And the cheerleaders sucked dick under the bleachers
We was wildin’ in the projects
After my grandma died I didn’t care about nothing but the nonsense
And my mom and pop hated each other
In front of me and my brother they degraded each other
Bad example they set for their own kids
It’s a wonder that wee doing our thing instead of long bids
But I still love ‘em to death, love you rest in peace mommy after I take my last breath
This is a reflection of the past tense
Blood Brothers album coming soon, this was just a test

[Chorus]

Some Chef Boyardee shit, ravioli
Reflection of children coming up in the grave
Chicken delicious, drama everyday

[Verse 3: Necro]

My father dissed my moms so Grandma Buddin broke a window
Took a chunk of glass and chased my pops to cut him
Buck-wild, Holocaust crazy
Watching Knife and Putsky wrestle, imitating insanely
A surviver that escaped the Nazi jail
Everywhere Howie went there was epoxy trail
And crack is what he got into
Jamaicans lit his apartment on fire
So he jumped out the sixth-story window
Homeless junkie addicted to uppers
Whoever thought he’d be two years clean?
I’m proud of you mother fucker
Keep it up, I remember he robbed me of thirty bucks
I was seven, he was thirty, the shit was fucked up
I never used to start it man
This kid was clockin’ me
I punched him in the face and threw him in a garbage can
True story, somewhat too gory to be said
We beat this one kid down so bad he might as well have been dead

[Chorus]

Reflection of children coming up in the grave
Kangaroos with pockets, Lee patches
Reflection of children coming up in the grave
Guess embroidery in 84, milky way

Popularity: 5% [?]

When all my troubles end
Whenever that may be
I will surely buy a house
You can live there with me

That way when I die
I won’t die alone
I’ll have you there to talk with and hold
If I come back as fire
If I come back as rain
Will you be there to catch me?
Will you put out the flame?

And I don’t know
Don’t have a reason why
But I believe you’ll be there
To catch me in time

When my hair is gone
And my mind is weak
Will you be there?
When I can’t get out of bed
Let alone go out to sea

Will you be there?
To hold my hand
Or heed my call
My life will be
There at all

Popularity: 5% [?]

were after-toke smokes.

I miss them; Hitting a waterfall, feeling my eye lids get heavy, and then taking a drag off of a freshly lit DuMaurier. I sincerely miss it.

Pero asi es la vida.

Popularity: 4% [?]

Went and drank tonight. A six pack and then a few more at some bar. My friend works there though so we got to skip the line-up which was pretty neat. It almost made me feel important. Then we hung out and drank and I ogled some women hoping that they’d make the first move but it never happened. It sucks because I always have to drive so I can’t get so incredibly drunk that I don’t mind approaching women. I’ve come to the conclusion that they’re pretty boring and uninteresting anyways.

Some dude was standing at the ATM and he had a bunch of money in his hand. I pretended to try to take it from him. It was funny. I promise.

Then I left and I was waiting for my buddy. I saw him leave the bar then he walked into this parking lot across the way. I whistled to him because I thought that he was so drunk that he didn’t know where I parked. Then he leaned over and puked three times. I could hear the splashing and it made me laugh so hard.

Then some black fellow came up and asked me for some “yeyo”. I said I didn’t have any and was apologetic. He understood.

Now I’m going to take a couple of valiums and talk to Anne. Good night.

Oh yeah. I was thinking that it would be cool to be someone’s aunt or uncle or father or something. I want to push a kid on the swings and be all nice and sage and teach them stuff. It would be cool I think. But I don’t want the commitment. That’s why I’d rather be an uncle instead of having my own kid.

Popularity: 3% [?]

“I’m not afraid to die. I’m not afraid to waste my life. Because when I die I’m going to paradise and I’m not worried so I’m in a hurry to die. So no one’s gonna disrespect me and no one’s gonna write nonsense about me without me retaliating back.”

-Mike Tyson

Hardcore much?

Also:

WLM 2009 Beta; Cop it here.

And actually it’s not only WLM. It has the newest betas for all the Live family, including Windows Movie Maker. Exciting stuff.

Fuck I have to wake up in 4 hours for school. Thursdays are the absolute worst days of the week. All the way from 8 till 4 non-stop bullshit fucking sitting there listening to stuff and not learning a thing. Or I guess it depends on which teachers I have. This one teacher I haven’t really learned shit from. My other one has been pretty useful.

I guess I should go to bed. Night.

Popularity: 4% [?]

I’m staring at the street in my old chair
I’ve still got a flower in my hair
And I’m just waiting for somebody to pass by
Maybe give me a wave and just say hi
But if no one seems to notice
If no one seems to mind
I’ll just watch these bluebirds
I’ve got plenty of time
And I’ve been waiting for a hell of a long time
I hear someone ask why to a dear old friend
And the way it’s clear all he does
Is think about where to go
And all I think about is where I’ve been
And I can’t help but understand
I can’t help but realise
That it’s time for me to lie down
And close these tired eyes
I will rest my head
And I will rest my head
And I will rest my head
And I will rest my head
And I will rest my head
And I will rest my head

Popularity: 5% [?]

I’m sick of the weather up here
It goes on and on my dear
And the fish aren’t coming still
They wait and wait until
We put our anchor down
We steal a few hours in town
My feet weren’t made for the sea
They were made for running free

Free
Free
It don’t make much sense to me
It don’t make much sense to me
To be stuck on a boat at sea

It’s harder to have you here
In the cannery so near
Baking bread and drinking wine
All just to pass the time
And I see the ships heading there
Where my love lets down her hair
But my dad works this all day
And so we stay right here

Stay
Stay
Stay
Now we’re going into Larsen Bay
Now we’re going into Larsen Bay
Now we’re going into Larsen Bay

Popularity: 9% [?]

I just watched Unforgiven for probably the tenth time. It never gets old. The last half hour is probably the greatest in cinematic history. I’ll post some quotes that will give away plot lines and spoilers and shit because I believe in the power of suspended disbelief.

Scholfield Kid: It don’t seem real. How he ain’t never gonna breathe again.

William Munny: It’s a hell of a thing killin’ a man; you take away all he’s got and all he’ll ever have.

William Munny walks past Ned’s dead body into Grealy’s saloon with a shotgun.

WM: Who’s the fellow owns this shithole?

*Silence*

WM: You, fat man. Speak up.

Skinny: I’m the owner of this establishment. I bought it from Grealy for a thousand dollars.

*Munny points the shotty at him and cocks the hammer*

Little Bill: Now just hold on a minute!

*Munny blasts Skinny*

LB: Well, sir. You are one cowardly son of a bitch! You just shot an unarmed man!

WM: Well he should’ve armed himself if he was gonna decorate his saloon with my friend.

LB: You be William Munny outta Missouri. Killer of women and children.

WM: That’s right. I’ve killed women and children. I’ve killed just about everything that walks or crawls at one time or another. And I’m here to kill you, Little Bill. For what you did to Ned.

 

Chaos ensues.

Ah I’ll never get tired of it.

Popularity: 4% [?]

So I went to the Salt Lounge again last night and saw Shad. He’s this rapper from my city. Or he was born someplace else but he grew up in my city and reps London. He even replaced the Hollywood sign with London in his latest video:

So yeah. He put on a good show. It was pretty sweet.

Except no girls hit on me which sucked. But no problem. Had a couple beers and a good time. Some girl tripped and broke like three beers in front of me and I helped her up which was my good deed for the decade.

I’m out.

OH YEAH. Ill Bill finally released his latest album, The Hour of Reprisal. Cop it here. If you like it then buy the album. He’s the most talented cat in rap, hands down. I don’t think I’ll but it though cause that guy blocked me on Youtube for some reason that I still haven’t figured out. Plus I bought his last album so I’ve done my part.

Popularity: 4% [?]

There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbours came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically. “Maybe,” the farmer replied.

The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbours exclaimed. “Maybe,” replied the old man.

The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbours again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune. “Maybe,” answered the farmer.

The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbours congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. “Maybe,” said the farmer.

Popularity: 4% [?]

I’m doing fine in Alaska
I don’t mind the storms
When all the wind contorts me
Let the diesel engine roar
But I don’t know why I came here
Was it because I was born this way?
Or have I just learned to accept it?
Like I do every other day

Oh whatever is the cause
I will find another job
And I will stay until I’m far away
This is not what I’m here for
I was made to live indoors
And I will weather out this storm from them

But I hear it screaming loud
Over everything somehow
Saying, “Hey boy. Listen up. You’re a liar.”
And you are a fisherman’s son
And that is what you’ll become
You are a fisherman’s son
That is what you’ll become

I’m doing fine in the city
I don’t miss the stars
And I have all my needs here with me
And I don’t adventure far
And I’m doing okay for a young man
I’ve got a place to stay

But I don’t go out come night time
No matter what my friends here say
All the while I am here
I’ll have some liquor and some beer
And I’ll wait for another year to come
And I will fall into the pack
With the devil on my back
And I will take another crack at this

Oh but I could never win
No, my blood is just too thin
And my eyes, all they crave is affection

Cause I am a fisherman’s son
That is what I’ll become
I am a fisherman’s son
That is what I’ll become

Popularity: 9% [?]

What are we going through?
Makes you wonder what to do
And only time will tell the truth
Till then I’ll just follow you

But in my dreams I see
Lots of things I don’t
Want anything to do with

Was I everywhere I’ve been?
Waiting there like an old friend
But in my mind I can
Stretch no time
I can be alive for nothing

Popularity: 6% [?]

[Chorus]

You’re standing too close to the fire
You can’t stand the heat, don’t touch
And you’re burning with desire
You can’t stand the heat, don’t touch
The Sexorcist, do your thing

[Verse 1]

I love your eye-liner
Bend you over till your vagina’s behind ya
Push down on your spine and grind ya
I love you but I’ve known you for less than a minute
I’ll fuck you, less than a minute later
I’ll shove you out the door undressed, I hit it
Which means we’re finished
Your face makes me sick like spinach
I did it so any thought of being with it’s diminished
Your red blush is so nice but you’re so dirty
Your cunt with no lice is like gambling with no dice
And if your shit’s trife then I’ll strangle you with a vice
Gangbangin’ your wife with my nuts hangin’ like Christ (Do it)
I’ll fuck your face, your mouth is a clit
Your blouse’ll get ripped and you’ll surround my dick
With your round (?) tits
On some French fuck shit, my dick is slipped between your cut tits
And the scum in your D-Cup nips
Sooner or later, cancer inflicts
You realise your tits are too big
And one of the muscles in your back rips
Like you tried to do a backflip
And missed and hit your skull
And cracked it open so badly it can’t be fixed
It’s time for breast reduction after your lung’s punctured
Lyposuction and silicone will leave you ruptured and upset
You haven’t been fucked yet
So hard that you feel like you wanna puke up bread
You might end up dead
Nowadays it’s safer to fuck a slut’s head
Cause the cunt is the most dirtiest thing on earth
Enough said

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Yo I always get lucky, I tell bitches, “You’d better fuck me.”
You’ll regret it, ugly bitch
If you’re lucky I’ll let you suck me
I’ll show you what sadistic is when I drench your tits in jizz
The rudest, I’m like a nudist
Fuckin’ the cutest bitches, leave em covered in manures and fluids
Whores, beware of the intruders of your uterus
For chicks with a chest bigger than Buddha’s tits
I’m the brutalist, all alone with you on a secluded strip
All you know how to do is strip
All I know how to do is rip clothes off a bitch and start removin’ it
Bitches say I move too quick
You’re a virgin? You’re provin’ it
Show me the cherry inside you and you can live

[Chorus]

Popularity: 4% [?]

You can hear the clock inside a ticking and tocking X 7

So you see, sir. My deck of cards serves me as a bible, an almanac and a prayer book. And friends, the story is true. I know. I was that soldier.

[Verse 1]

I used to know this kid named Jesse
He could get wild on the mic
But his lifestyle was sketchy, always messy
You could catch him on the corner of 19th and 3rd
Until the cops caught him first
With pockets of rocks and herb
But there once was this cat named Ivan, he was the man
Get the digits from your bitch before you could say pussy divin’
Driving home drunk from the front one night
He tied his ‘84 Tempo round a street light
We might remember that scary chick, Caroline
Very careful when you met her ’cause you knew she fucked with heroin
Mother of two, no one knew because the twins stayed with her mom
But when they found the bitch, still had the twist around her arm
Shit, I can’t forget about that big kid, Gino
Fuckin’ diesel, do damn near anything for a c-note
His older sister talked his twisted ass
Into killin’ Steve’s girl so she could get with Steve faster
Yeah, speakin of Steve’s girl, the one that Gino killed
Her name was Fedra, she used to stand on tables down at Tasia
Tits and clits and car payments and rent and MCC tuition

[Chorus]

And this goes to those of y’all who wanna fuck my girl
Or be down with my crew or be part of my world
Be leery of what you wish for
Cause it’s more than rhymes and good times behind this door

[Verse 2]

Hey yo, I know this kid named Moses
He used to buy all the tapes and say that Headshots was the dopest
Went up for raping a chick in a mall parking lot
Now I hope he gets a dick and a broomstick in every orifice
“Free love!”, that’s what Heather used to say
But when I took her up on it, she said that she was gay
Well wait a minute, why you shake your ass towards any cat with a link?
Looked me in my eyes, smiled and said “Free drinks!”
My man Todd had a tight studio up inside his home
And if you had some coke, you could come and bless the microphone
Started selling equipment to build a pipe, fucked his life
Todd hung himself with the cord from that mic
Cynthia wanted to travel, drive around the country
Left the city on a journey, came back with a junkie
He used to beat her, if it wasn’t physical it was mental
He didn’t leave until she tried to stab him with a pencil
That kid Jay, he was a thief, stole bikes and cars
Used to get real high and try to drive to Mars
One night, got hot while approaching a road block
Shut his eyes, hit the gas and ran right over a cop (Damn)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

It’s the blood clot blues, the gun shot wounds
The needles and spoons, doomed from the womb to the tomb
For whom the bell tolls, the soul paid
For the toll-free calls made underage
She says that Jesus gave her AIDS
Nowadays, the life of fuck follows folks in my city
And some flip their trucks over, sent to meridians
Some do their drugs to float above the stress
And some overdose so they can finally rest
Many walk around like they’re blind to the mishaps
Talkshow gospel, smell the Tic-Tacs and Similacs
Six pack to make the good and bad balance
Walkin’ tall is a gift and steady breathing is a challenge
Adaption, domesticated bitch to your surroundings
You quit singing along but the ball kept bouncing
Now we keep to self and step over the vermin
Found me sleeping in a pool of my own sweat and urine
I’m determined to find a path so I can leave you all
I missed the rise and I ain’t trying to see the fall
So this goes to those who’re trying to rest in peace
Save me a seat and we’ll play chess when I get released

[Chorus]

These are people who tried, tried
These are people who tried, tried
These are people who tried, tried
All my friends, they tried

So you see, sir. My deck of cards serves me as a bible, an almanac and a prayer book. And friends, the story is true. I know. I was that soldier.

Popularity: 5% [?]

[Verse 1]

And I get older, I can’t hold the weight up
I’ve got weak shoulders
I need to buck up and be stoic like Greek soldiers
It seems like I’m always starting over
I guess that’s just the life I’ve chosen
Still opposing forces light up and cock block along their chosen courses
Feeling force and lay blame and take down the torches
I’ve been in bliss little lately
They couldn’t make me settle down
Mister, let me list the ways this is gonna get me off the ground
You can’t climb a mountain and miss out on the vista
Shit, I’ve been climbing cliffs and poking through the mists
Same sky, different twist, gotta make sure I exist
Pinch myself on the arm just before I slit the wrist
And I did ? a mug full of high caffeination and then fleed the hive
Cause I can’t take this generation gap
Road talkin shit with no tact and act out loud
Instinct says think outside the crowd

[Chorus]

Alone, this song’s for those who like to be alone
Sleep alone, leave it alone, in at home just bein’ on your own
Alone, this song’s for those who hate to be alone
Sleep alone, be left alone, too scared to find something to call your own

[Verse 2]

Sometimes when I’m alone I feel like I’m really not
In my own hideaway, I feel like I’m being watched
When I’m alone I argue with myself and analyze my life
Just to clean the dust off this shelf
All alone, carryin my disappointments I’ve seemed to carry out
Every mistake that would leave my ass broken-hearted
We’d be ? but I don’t want to be alone no more
Don’t wanna be lonely no more
And I can’t complain, maintain the pain
A little wisdom that comes when nothing can be changed
Things get done better when I let the way go
Down to sounds of folks screamin “Hey, yo!”
At night, illuminated in shades of day-glo
This kingdom won’t grow unless I say so
It’s a cold cold world and I ain’t even got a coat
But I ain’t scared to share some heat
But I don’t wanna rock the boat

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

This is my olden me, my code of honour ??
So my prophecy betold upon my soul falls right in front of me
Huntin me down, lookin for the right support
Are they gonna come for me now? Now?
Why do I feel like everytime I achieve, they shutting me down?
Sometimes I get boxed in the field of life
Whenever I left that door open, that’s when the trouble walked in
And I’m lost somewhere in between the both of this
But I gotta keep on, no matter how hard it gets
Keep on taking steady steps and see ??
Be second guessed every inch of this fuckin quest
And it ain’t no easy thing to appreciate the joy that music brings
I feel like a vessel the way the angels sing to me
And time’s an enemy, I’m suddenly thinkin about these inanimate objects
And how they’re gonna outlast me and it makes my heart beat heavily
And that’s a journey that I must do on my own
When lights start to fade, I must go all alone

[Chorus]

I must admit that I’m puzzled. You hipsters claim to be such relaxed, free spirits. Yet your rules for social behaviour are even more set tight and rigid than those in square society.

Yeah well, Dave. It’s simple, I’ll spell it out for you. You know, a lot of the simple everyday behaviour is illegal so there’s always a lot of heat on the scene. And, you know, you’ve gotta protect yourself. Now if you break the rules, you get put down in the street. But you break the square rules and they throw you in the slammer, and that’s a big difference. Anyway, there’s only two basic rules. You protect yourself from the possibility of police intervention, and you protect your state of mind.

Popularity: 5% [?]

City and Colour - The Death of Me

Do I have nothing good left to say?
Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints?
People love to drink their troubles away.
Sometimes I feel that I’d be better off that way.

‘Cause maybe then I could sleep at night.
I wouldn’t lay awake until the morning light.
This is something that I’ll never control.
My nerves will be the death of me, I know.
I know, I know.

So here’s to living life miserable.
And here’s to all the lonely stories that I’ve told.
Maybe drinking wine would validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.

Maybe then I could sleep at night.
I wouldn’t lie awake until the morning light.
This is something that I’ll never control.
My nerves will be the death of me, I know.

Finally, I could hope for a better day.
No longer holding onto all the things that cloud my mind.
Maybe then the weight of the world wouldn’t seem so heavy.
But then again I’ll probably always feel this way.

At least I know I’ll never sleep at night. (Sleep at night)
I’ll always lie awake until the morning light. (Til the morning light)
This is something that I’ll never control.
My nerves will be the death of me.
My nerves will be the death of me.

My nerves will be the death of me, I know.

DL link: http://hatt.us/03-city_and_colour-the_death_of_me.mp3

Popularity: 3% [?]

It appears as though the Ebert & Roeper website has been banned from Canada!

I get this bullshit message when I try to watch their reviews.

THE FUCK MAN? FUCK YOU, CRIA OR MPAA OR WHATEVER THE FUCK.

FUCK.

P.S. Maybe not. But apparently there are new hosts. Fuck this.

Popularity: 3% [?]

I got so fucking drunk last night. I didn’t end up getting any tail so I got really depressed and drank more. I wandered around for half an hour trying to figure out where the hell I parked. I finally found it and I slept in my car for ten minutes then my friend found me and he drove us home. He was slightly less drunk than I was. It all worked out though. I swear he almost hit the curb a couple times though.

This one girl was really really cute and I thought we had a good rapport going but then it turned it that she wasn’t feeling me. Always sucks when that happens. I wish I was better looking. That would solve half my problems.

I was walking back to my car and some dude was like, “Hey! Brad Pitt!” being a total dickwad. I was really drunk though so I was like, “What?” And he’s like “What’re you doing in London, Brad Pitt??” and I said that I was filming a movie here and everyone laughed. Ten minutes after the entire thing I realised that I should’ve just punched him in the face and then gotten beat up because I’m a wimp. Now that I’m sober I don’t care. The whole thing was kind of funny even though he was being a condescending prick.

I guess I’ll do some homework tonight. Peace.

P.S.

7 more bucks and Google pays me. Holla.

Popularity: 3% [?]

I went to the Salt Lounge tonight and saw a couple bands. It was alright. This one girl touched me and it made me happy. I foresaw some affection from asomeone that night but it just didn’t work out. I wanted to wrap my arm around some rocker chick. There was a lot of cute ones there.

I guess I’ll go to sleep.

Popularity: 3% [?]

Beer + dos valiums + ocho valiums left + cigarettes = Contentment.

Popularity: 3% [?]

Third day of school. Three hour ethics class right now and the internet connection isn’t even working. Fucking kill me.

It made me laugh when I came to class yesterday and saw a lineup at another class next to mine. You can always tell who the first-year students are by how early they show up. They’re so ready to learn and put all their effort into their studies with their hundred dollar books in hand they’ll end up never using. By the end of the first semester you’re lucky if you show up within the first five minutes of class.

I’m supposed to write a program that converts binary to octal/hex/decimal. It’s giving me problems and I don’t know how to go aboot it. Rest assured I will prevail.

Only… 3 hours and 9 minutes left of school.

Et puis I gotta go to el doctor and get a prescription refill. I think that I’ll probably end up sleeping instead though. I’m pretty darn tired.

LET ME GO.

Popularity: 3% [?]

#igloos is having some probs.

It’ll be back up soon enough.

irc.hatt.us

Give it a few hours.

Popularity: 3% [?]

I need one. It’s been a while.

J’suis toujours fatigue ou malade. It’s pissing me off. Valium doesn’t even make me that relaxed and content anymore. Though it may be because I’ve only taken it when drunk lately. Plus I took it the last three days in a row so I need to abstain for a week or so.

School starts tomorrow. I haven’t bought any books. I don’t even think that I received my book list. Then again the books are pretty much always useless. I might have used them once for each class throughout both semesters. I might just say fuck it and use Google instead.

pz

Popularity: 3% [?]