…stuff!?

Ok my car’s exhaust crapped out on me, getting 2.25 inch custom piping with magnaflow muffler tomorrow   I turned 18 and went to hooter, when i get the video i will post it here.  Digg.com tried to censor the cracked hd-dvd code, and the users went nuts.  Users refused to listen and now digg is no longer censoring those posts even though the company that wants them to delete them will probably take them to court.  Good luck to digg, hope they can hold out and not get shut down!

BOTTLE HITLER!!!

besides the all new l337sponge ytmnd that you can view here. I went to the Star Wars exhibit at the California Science Center. I wasnt able to upload all the photos i took but you can view the ones i could upload on my flickr.

something i hate

One of the things i hate about life is people that think they are right.  Why cant people just keep their shit to themselves?  I’ve got my own god damn opinions about things, you see me screaming it all the time?  I have strong opinions and some people ask about my opinion and i tell them.  Rarely do i just speak up and start imposing my opinion on everyone.  I mean who wants that? I really dont so i figure i shouldnt do it.  It is really sad when someone cant back their shit up with evidence either.  Everyone thinks opinions justify opinions so that there can be a “right” opinion called a fact.  I dont give a fuck about your so called facts.  Ill make up my own god damned mind ok.  Anybody that does go around imposing their opinion and shit, expecially religion… they are fucking fascist pigs.  Oh ya, everything you read in this blog is true and if you dont believe then your wrong.  If you disagree just go jump off a cliff.  Your suicide is the answer to all my problems.

I am trying to think about what to write about

I don’t have much to write as of late except that i basically dislike everything that is going on with it at the moment.  It isnt that bad i just dislike it.  I mean school is being super stupid, i keep being given a bunch of busy work.  The teachers even agree with me that it is just busy work and shouldnt be required, but no one can change it unfortunately.  Hopefully one day i can change that all, that would rock.  Maybe i could help society in making homework illegal again or something… or not.  I mean really what do i care, why should i give a shit that schools are basically just giant crappers.  Or maybe i should shit in it, maybe then it’ll be happy and just go away   In all seriousness though wtf, they basically ask for it everyday and i refuse to give it to them and they get all pissy about it.  Why wouldn’t they want quality work and things that showed that I as a student can think?  To tell you the truth i think the $25k that taxes pay for me to go to school should pay for more than a giant craphole.  Maybe we could just pay for me to figure shit out on my own and adopt a system where the strongest survive.  Now that doesn’t mean that i think that i would survive, on the contrary i think actually that i wouldnt survive.  I just think it would help with not only the over population thing but create some much needed competition.  Schools shouldnt be giant crapholes students go to to sleep in.  I mean i would much rather spend my time learning something.  Maybe though im just a naive stupid little shit kid that thinks he knows what he is talking about… who knows.  Still schools should be giant crapholes to sleep in, it stinks there.

Parents

Parents, or basically just your elders.  They are ridiculous, sure they have tons of experience and other shit like that.  They have one HUGE shortcoming though.  They dont seem to understand how fucked up they make everything.  One famous BULLSHIT qoute everyone in my generation tends to hear is, “I just want you to have a better life than i did.”  Ok thats great, think though please just take a second and FUCKING THINK!  If you make everything so fucking easy for our generation, then why should we even try to do anything.  Our parents will give us a “better life.”  Your turning us into pussys.  I also love when they tell me no to do stupid things.  Unlike most parents i actually think about what im doing instead of being a stupid victim.  If i decide to drive way too fast or blow shit up in a microwave, I have thought of what the consequences could be.  Sure their are unforeseen ones but i accept that i dont know some possible outcomes.  If i do die then oh fucking well, i saw it coming.  I dont react emotionally in a blind manner.  This post is totally full of anger, i know and ive already thought of the conseqeunces.  I am pretty posotive i will get to see what they are this weekend   If i wasnt ready for them though i wouldnt be posting this, id just keep my mouth shut and nod yes like a good little automaton bitch.

P.S. i really dont give a shit, complain to someone who cares.

www.Philywily.com

Phil’s blog was put up today, go check it out!  Phil is teh roxxorz! you can check it out here

Ms. Dewey

Ok so i was checking out my blog stats and the such when i saw a refferer url “msdewey.com” So naturally i was all curious. Went to check it out… turns out it is a pretty cool search engine, it is actually quite funny. “Ms. Dewey” stands there and thinks about w/e you search for and then says osmething witty and stuff. HAHA it is quite fun actually, you can check it out here

*EDIT* i was bored and made 2 ytmnd’s on her

one where she is angry here 

and one where she talks backwards here 

Reading is not my anti-drug

I am addicted to reading… since school has started i have read 17 books.  In less than one month I have read 14 books, by the end of next week I shall have finished 3 more.  No they aren’t just short crappy books you noob!  Ive read a ton of forgotten realms books, lighting by some dood i dont remember his name, World War Z same guy who wrote the zombie survival guide, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, and Maus I and II.  I cannot believe how much I am reading but i cant seem to stop.  I am about to start reading some Anne Rice… after this i need to read 1984 by Orwell.  Then I have to absorb the Dune series like a sponge, then from their I will probably read Wicked.  My book list is like freaking long, I wonder what the world record is for most pages read in a day or how many books in a year… maybe i could break something.  I am supposed to write the books I am reading down for some GUSD thing but i keep forgetting.  All my teachers want me to join breakfast club.  I think that is dumb though cuz not only will I be asleep as they do stuff but they are going to force me to read some stupid book.  So instead I shall continue my book absorbing ways, for no other reason than there is nothing else to do… Gears of War comes to the Xbox 360 in 6 days… im not that excited but ya when i get it, thats all im gonna spend my time doing.  Until then… im feeling quite bored.

non-essay

Well I have been assigned, in my senior english class, to write a descriptive essay. Feeling horrible with a sinus headache and the such, i almost didnt write it. I figured though, why slack off… its harder not to write it HAHA. Anyways enjoy this… clever essay.

 

I Do Not Know

 

A descriptive essay of beautiful language, scrawled across a crisp white paper. An assignment I would most like not to expend energy on. No vivid thoughts or ideas come to my mind. My bulging brain is most unruly blank. So here I sit, most uncomfortably. Pondering what I should write my essay about. The sinus headache making my head throb, my mind refuses to comply. In a most clever fashion I decide to write about what is on my mind or more clearly what is not.

Nothing. Almost absolute blankness like a snowy white out storm. Why should I write this essay, it means nothing to me. Why should I, Nate, sit and spend time tapping away at my keyboard, attempting to construct a descriptive essay? The rules of a descriptive essay are binding. The rules restricting me in the same fashion as clipping a birds most delicate wings. My most amazing skill of procrastination quickly seizes my mind. Off I run to my television. Plopping down onto the smooth worn leather couch, I turn the television on, along with my sleek white video game console. Within minutes the sounds of screeching tires and the deep roar of an engine reverberate off of my shabby white walls.

I press the small rubber start button, causing the game to pause suddenly. I turn on some music, fast paced with deep beats, my morale boosts like a rocket into space. Rapidly my fingers navigate the controller, small clicking noises accompanying the crash and grinding of cars colliding. My focus goes intently to the television; the sounds of the dinner cooking on the stove slowly fade away. I feel “in the zone” every move and action feeling absolutely perfect, as if being perfectly attuned with the rest of the universe. My pride swells, my moves become more dangerous. I fall out of attunement with the universe, my virtual car making a fatal move.

I quickly and with force shut down the game console and the television. My insides slowly seething, berating myself for being too cocky. I sit down into the uncomfortable chair in front of my computer. I stare at the vibrant screen, my mind blank, and my face throbbing from my headache. Suddenly I feel overwhelmed by rationalization. Why am I slacking off, refusing to write an essay? I slowly move the cheap mouse over the rough mouse pad, I click once and Word appears on my screen. I quickly dismiss the annoying paperclip and stare at my screen blankly. No interesting topics of adventure or wonder come to mind. What should I write about?

In the end, instead of wording a most “lame” excuse of why I did not diligently type my essay… I used what I couldn’t think of as the topic of this most verbose essay. If no ideas of grandeur could enter my mind then where did the words come from? How in a state of feeling overwhelmed and sick did I come to write such an essay? Simply by manipulating my feelings and non-thought against myself, I quickly and effectively completed my assignment. I turned absolutely nothing, into something…

when the shit hits the fan

Tonight I went to a costume party with Emily.  It was fun, i had a great time.  When i left though her mom and bro saw me.  So when i got home, greg talked to me online.  Accused me of knowing what was going on… i did to a degree.  I had asked Emily if i could go to the party with her and she said it was fine.  She didnt tell her parents i was going to be there though, i have never bothered to ask… i wasnt thinking about that i was thinking about seeing my girlfriend.  Well anyways I am banned from seeing my girlfriend in any way shape or form for some undetermind amount of time.  Its extreme faggotry.  Anyways now i am going to rant cuz im fucking pissed.  First of all her parents dont have any fucking clue.  Ya i said it, NOT A DAMN FUCKING CLUE.  I am sorry drunk dad, if all you do is drink your hiding from your past.  You dont deserve nor have the right to give Emily any advice besides, “Dont turn out as a drunk like me.”  I am pretty sure he did a lot of stuff he regrets, therefore he takes all this shit that has made him pitiful and throws it Emily’s way.  Naturally being that he is extremely over protective.  Telling her things like he would kick any guys ass that was her boyfriend and the such.  Nate the decided to ignore these threats, and not let him intimidate me.  I hold those same feelings.  I will not be intimidated or shot down by his threats because he is afraid.  Her mom also had a shitload of bad experiences.  So naturally, she believes Emily’s teen years will be EXACTLY the same as hers and make sure to shelter her from absolutely every god damned thing imaginable whether it be real or not.  Anyways, what neither of them seem to know is that if they continue doing this same stuff, Emily will probably do one of two things.  She will act out in a bad way figuring she has nothing to lose.  This could come in the form of bad grades, sneaking out, ignoring parents, and becoming distant.  Once any creature on this planet is backed into a corner it lashes out, cause and fucking effect retards.  Maybe though she will use her smarts and be able to channel her anger into a useful thing and wage a silent war upon her family.  Destroying them morally and giving them what they deserve for being such fucking dickweeds.  Kind of what i do to my family a little.  They all say they know who i am but if they really knew, they would just leave me the fuck alone.  I dont expect anything from them and i do not ask for things on a regular basis, figuring the answer will probably be no.  Why do i assume that though?  Well ever since a young age people yelled at each other for asking questions in my family, so cause and effect again, i took that to heart and now have a slight fear of asking questions of anyone in my family.  Back to Emily though,  I am guessing once she hits this stage of absolute desperateness, her parents will still refuse to see the truth and just become more strict.  I am hoping i dont lose the Emily ive come to love, i hope she is somehow able to retain some sense of self-worth and diginity if and when that happens.  Anyways, i knew all the consequences of going out with Emily.  I took them all into account before i decided to accept my feelings for her, i ignored them for a long time because of her age.  In a way i chose all of this, which reminds me of how i used to be.  My extremely hateful, self loathing, heartless bastard who hates the whole world.  Am i crazy, was the only reason i decided to be Emily’s boyfriend was because deep down somewhere i knew this would happen?  Is it once again my subconcious doing things to keep me in a certain state of mind?  I pray and hope that that is not the case, i do not know what i would do if i have betrayed myself and most of all betrayed the girl i love.  If all of this is my doing, for i cannot quite think rationally at the moment, Emily deserves non of it.  She doesn’t deserve to be toyed with.  She deserves respect and to be treated well, i have thought up until now that i have been doing that… im not so sure now, im trying to think back on all of the things ive said and done.  Have all the things ive said been from a true place of heart, i believe that they have been.  My morales would dictate so.  I am not sure though, there is doubt, and that makes me scared.  If i have a subconcious that does things without me knowing, if i truly do not have the morales i think i do, if i am the shallow guy asshole that ive said i hate… what is a man to do?