| Sitting in Suit |
[May. 31st, 2005|07:36 pm] |
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| | Fantastic! | ] |
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| | That one Spice Girls song (you know the one) | ] |
Today was a fanstastic day. Words cannot describe how eventful and amazing today is...was...whatever.
When the day began, from the instant I woke up, it looked to be a bleak and pointless day. I expected a mundane nothing from the moment I sprang out of bed up until the moment I slowly layed myself to rest in the big, fluffy awesomeness which my bed is.
At the start of Period 1 Evans AP US History I looked to be correct. We were watching presenations, and honestly, who the hell cares about the history of Broadway Musicals? That's right, nobody. But then, brilliance struck. During the transitional period from Musicals to whatever the next presentation was the DVD player refused to play Alex Weisel's DVD. What did this mean? It meant we would conclude Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. The movie, I must say, kicks ass in all aspects. After finishing this movie, we're moving on to another Indiana Jones classic - Raiders of the Lost Ark (Arc? - I don't fucking know). Thus concludes my awesome experience watching history presentations.
Math was math. We didn't really do anything. Parts were boring. Parts were stupid. I saw the most disgusting thing I've ever seen... EVER! Seriously, it was gross. It was a fairly uneventful math, but it beats actually learning crap (even though we have a quiz next class and I have no clue whats going on).
So um... while math doesn't stick with my theme of like senseless awesomeness I feel that it was a transitional period between strangely good history and suprisingly good lunch. Lunch was hot. Literally. The sun was burning my poor pasty English flesh and I was not pleased, not pleased at all. I was writing things like "poo" on the ground with my water bottle when then I saw someone.
I saw a kid wearing an awesome pair of aviators. He had a bright red shirt on and a black hat on his head. His hair didn't look familiar, but I recognized something about his stubbly face. That's when I said: "Is that Eric Snow?!" The kid said, "No," which of course meant - yes, (as the old PE gang saying goes) "Snowman in da house!!" He's on summer vacaccion and has returned from Austria, and it was good to see him again. We had a nice lunchtime chat about how kids in this school aren't cool because they think they are cool. If that's not deep philosophy, what is? That's right. Nothing.
Anytime where long separated members of the old PE gang are reunited, even just briefly - it is an awesome time. Snow may or may not (just like how I may or may not have served in Vietnam) be coming to school every day for the rest of the school year. I cannot confirm or deny this rumour, but I can help spread it. Anyways, keep your eyes out for a man who has shown me his penis more times than any man needs to show me his penis (which is never, just incase you were wondering if you could flash me the appropriate number of times).
Then I got assloads of food in English. Assloads of food is good because... fuck you.
After school I did some studying for the SATs, I did some "preparation" for my author project presentation (read that as, I plan on rambling for 20 minutes about nothing). I bragged about having only 17 more days until I fly out, and most importantly Eric and I prepared for our court case. By the way, the prosecution has no chance. It doesn't matter how well thought our tactical arguement is (though it is brilliant), I look fucking good in a suit, with or without my hair and tomarrow I will smell absolutely delightful. Infact, so delightful that I'll have to be fighting off the ladies with cattle prods... and that will be fun!
Oh, by the way: England beat Colombia 3-2, in your face Ashley. |
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| Man... |
[May. 28th, 2005|02:06 pm] |
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I got a haircut. It fucking sucks. I hate getting my hair cut because the bitch always cuts it way too short.
On the plus side:
-This video is awesome http://photos.imageevent.com/dim2000/footballvide o/bitsnbobs/clsoingHQ.wmv
Yeah, that is Sean Connory's voice. It's a good video.
-England's crappiest team ever beat America's strongest.
-Three day weekend.
The bad things:
-Author Project Presentation.
-I have that stupid mock trial I was looking forward too. It turns out that the prosecution are acting like total cunts. Seriously, I would never want to play monopoly with these guys.
-I hate haircuts.
So I'm kind of stressed out and want to relax. Yeah...
The oven works again and the walls have been painted over to look less charred. It also stopped smelling of ashes downstairs after a week of vacuuming and trying to circulate air through the entire house. |
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| This looks pretty sweet. |
[May. 26th, 2005|05:45 pm] |
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| | We Are The Champions | ] |
Yeah so um... Liverpool won the European Cup for the 5th time in their history (granted theres a 20+ year gap from when they last won it, but still 5th time) making them the team with the most European cups in England with a wopping 3 cup lead. Anyways, these look fucking sweet:
Now that's a manly trophy. What can I say, other than You'll Never Walk Alone... bitches. |
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| It's Tuesday! |
[May. 24th, 2005|09:31 pm] |
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| | Sweet Leaf | ] |
So what's new in my life?
-Kitchen caught fire
-Weekend involved... never mind.
-Busy two weekdays
So I'm done with the author project. Not only that, but my essay kicks so much ass that someone's ass is in a lot of pain from being kicked so bad, but... it kicks ass..
I'd write more but I don't feel like it. I'm memorizing objections. |
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| Sexually Transmitted Diseases. |
[May. 17th, 2005|08:58 pm] |
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| |  What is chipper? | ] |
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| | Faries Wear Boots | ] |
According to a survey I just took fifteen minutes ago 7/10 students at Torrey Pines High School have thought they have had a sexually transmitted disease (but didn't really) or had something like yeast infections, or in Eric's case: bread.
But Adam, what does this random survey mean? It probably means a bunch of people are lying. I mean, how do you confuse with an STD. "I had this one white discharge... right when I ejaculated." You're all just scared that I'll plaster your name and STD on the internet and you're already tarnished reputation will be destroyed. It's ok though, your secret is safe with me (unless you give me gonorhea bitch).
My author project is going well. And by going well I mean barely going at all. I'm all confused on what day it is and what classes I have because of the insane schedules for STAR testing. I'm confused for physics because we haven't learned anything whatsoever and we'll be having a quiz shortly and the math homework was confusing because I did the wrong page. What does this mean? Theres 21 or 22 days of school left and it's driving me crazy!
I'm debating whether or not I should see the new Star Wars. On one hand, it could be good. It could be equal to The Empire Strikes back from the original trilogy, which was the worst of 3 very good movies. Or it could suck like the last two. It's a very difficult decision. I'll probably see it simply because it's star wars and everyone sees star wars.
On the subject of movies, Kingdom of Heaven was good. So was The Interpreter. With good movies coming out at the same time, who had time to care about school?
I can't wait for summer. Summer will be very good with trips to England and Rome (which is in Italy for those of you who don't know your geography of Europe). I'm very excited for the annual trip to England but the Rome trip has me kind of nervous. Now don't get me wrong, I'm sure it's a very nice city - but I know that Roma is not the nicest place for tourists who don't like to be pick pocketed. Speaking of Italy, my mother said, "I can't wait until we go to Rome. We're going to see the Leaning Tower of Pisa." So I told her, "That's not in Rome, that's in PISA." She's dumb enough to think that Pisa is a part of Rome (she's got no idea where the Vatican is though) and won't listen to what I have to say.
What does chipper mean? |
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| Revenge! |
[May. 10th, 2005|07:47 pm] |
So Ashley put a picture I told her not to put on her livejournal so I'm getting revenge by showing the part of the picture that doesn't have me in it.
I call it: Ashley Carrick - The Part People Care About.
P.S. She's a hoe. |
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| Doing things... the Adam Freeman way! |
[May. 10th, 2005|07:10 pm] |
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So often times people come up to me and say "You're doing that wrong" and then they try and show me how to do things correctly.
Nobody tells me how to do things correctly.
I'm doing things just fine, without their help. I do things the ADAM FREEMAN WAY! Now, I'll teach you (the commonfolk) how to live life to my high, high standards. Just follow these simple steps. I make living FUN!
1. Suck at shaving. You can't live like me if you can shave propperly. Can you shave yourself, leaving no signs of stubble? If so, that's not doing things the Adam Freeman way. You need to make it as patchy as possible. If you don't want to have patchy facial hair there's other techniques you can use. You can use a personal favourite of mine - accidentally cutting yourself. It may look painful, but chaos of early morning preparations you won't even notice. Another technique, which I do not recommend by the way, is shaving against the grain to get a rash.
2. Grab a handful of hairgel and mix it with your shampoo. This may sound crazy but it leads to great looking hair. If you want a rich full body of hair like mine, throw your herbal essense and pantene pro-v at your 9 year old sister and do what I do. Come on, would I lie to you?
3. Refuse to get along with your parents. This is a big one. If you think you can be like me and be able to sustain a conversation with your mother for more than 10 minutes you are sorely mistaken. An important aspect of my life is my absense of a family life. It's just hard to tolerate retardation by anybody, let alone your family - so don't put up with that crap.
4. Hate emo. A very crucial part of my life is the amount of scientific research dedicated to finding a cure for emo. I am currently getting the necessary equipment to make those bracelets (you know like Livestrong) dedicated to my anti-Emo charity called EMOISFORFAIRIES. At EMOISFORFAIRIES we dedicate our LIVES to erradicate the pop-culture and shitty music that is emo. We're currently developing a cure for this disease using both AC/DC and Oasis - which gives an equal balance of rawness and hardcore with soothing emotions and stuff. If you want to do things the Adam Freeman way, you have to express the utmost hate in emo.
5. Fly a Kite. Flying kites is fun.
6. Love England. Is there anything better than England? I don't know... maybe boobies.
7. Love Boobies. Self explanatory.
8. Mooch off of people. This is a big one. It's very important that you do as little as possible for yourself. Kind of like being homeless, but with more self respect. Plus you won't smell bad like a filthy hobo.
That's basically it. All you have to do to live a simple and carefree life like me is to follow these simple 8 steps. |
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| AP tests lick ass. |
[May. 9th, 2005|07:24 pm] |
So today I woke up. That pretty much sums up the morning before school.
In physics I did nothing. In Principles of Law I was bored. Yes. The most non-boring class ever and I got bored. There was no Mr. Anthony. Nobody who I knew was there. If it weren't for a gripping movie staring what's his face and Danny De Vito I would have felt really lonely.
Then I took the AP Physics Test. Man, that was fucking lame. So from what smart kids like Patrick tell me, it was easy. From what normal kids such as myself and many others have told me, it was impossible. The only plus side was I got to draw a penis as one of my answers in the free response.
I feel pretty sick right now. I've got a sore throat and I don't want to do my math homework. That test sapped all of the energy out of me. |
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| Halfway there |
[May. 6th, 2005|12:33 pm] |
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Assuming that all the tests don't somehow mysteriously disappear, I'm halfway done with standardized testing. At least important standardized testing. The physics test really pisses me off because if it weren't an afternoon test I'd be able to go downtown with Ian, Eric, and whats-her-face from principles of law. Fuck tests.
I'm really pissed off about that one proctor with a mustache. He think's he's smart and I'm sick of his smarmy fucking attitude. Fortunately I won't have to go to the Del Mar Fair to take the rest of my tests. I'm not really looking forward tomarrow and this whole grape juice crap is beginning to piss me off. Gah... tests are lame.
I'm ready to tear someone/something apart. |
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| whoosh! |
[May. 5th, 2005|05:46 pm] |
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Whoosh is a good noise. So tomarrow, I'll be halfway done with my important standardized testing. Oddly enough, we take the STAR test shortly after these stressful tests are over. I like the way Schmidt told us that the STAR was practice for the AP and SAT tests but we get them after the AP and SATs. If we had the STAR before AP week that might have made more sense. We would have had more time to study for the APs and we would have had the "practice" that a test that counts for nothing is supposed to give us. Torrey Pines High School fails the test of common sense.
So um... for the AP history test, I'm fucked for the free response. I can do the multiple choice and DBQ just fine. They're throwing crap at me, I can convert that into something usefull. But when they give me something that's already in a fairly concise format and want me to elaborate on it using my own knowledge I'm going to have to say that I'm quite screwed. On the plus side, it means I don't have to go to English and I get to put up with those HILLARIOUS proctors.
Politcally, it's the British elections. It's good to see that the Labours are taking the lead early on as I'm not a fan of the conservative Torries. I'd like Blair to make a historical third term too. Hopefully there won't be a major upset and the Torries won't take power as it would be horrible to have someone who can suck Bush's balls more than Blair running Britain.
In the world of sports... The FA said Liverpool won't be going to the Champions League if they don't finish 4th. That means that even if Liverpool win the Champions League against Milan on May 25th they won't be able to defend their title. My response to this: "Cunts." Other sports news: baseball is still gay.
That's all you're really going to get from me. Nothing revealing my inner feelings. No witty comments about anything. I'm not even making fun of anyone (except baseball fans and Rick Schmidt/TPHS). I'm just very tired. |
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| The Kop = Loud |
[May. 3rd, 2005|04:54 pm] |
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| | You'll Never Walk Alone | ] |
Well today had the potential to be a great day... and it was. I got to use a dental mirror to do stuff like look at my eyes at random points in class, I got away with half assing all of my homework, and Liverpool beat Chelsea in a very very stressful game to watch.
Having said that, this entire journal thing will be devoted to that game. At lunch Megan and I went to the place where people go to lunch if they haven't done their homework or don't have friends - the library. She did English and I did Spanish but while we were there she checked the score for the game. I covered my eyes and then she told me too look at the score. I was expecting it to be 0-0 or Chelsea to have 2 goals. But no, Liverpool took the lead 4 minutes into the game. 4 minutes! That kind of ruined the surprize for when I got home and watched the tape.
On the tape, I was facinated. Anfield was roaring. I wish I could have gone, hearing "You'll Never Walk Alone" sung by 30,000+ people three times was amazing. I'm sure it was very hard on their vocal chords but they chanted throughout the game and were Liverpool's 12th man. I knew what was coming on the 4th minute: a goal, but I didn't know how it would come. Milan Baros got the ball, made a mad dash forward, past all defenders and then Chelsea's keeper Petr Cech runs forward and slams Baros down - should have been a penalty, but fortunately Luis Garcia can run up and get a foot to the ball. The ball is goalward bound, it gets on the line when William Gallas gets a foot to it. It didn't look like it crossed the line, the commentators debated whether it did - it was a goal. The first half showed no opportunities for Chelsea, Liverpool really controlled the game - Baros had some good chances, Liverpool's midfield was running everything.
The second half made the game so very stressful. Chelsea were putting pressure on the Reds the entire game. Anfield's crowd backed Liverpool the entire time, booing and hissing every time a Chelsea player touched the ball while ecstatically cheering when Liverpool players got a foot to it. Baros was getting fouled a lot, and looked like he got poked in the eye by Tiago, and later in the game was slapped by English defender John Terry. I thought it was kind of funny, you know, watching athletes bitch slap each other. I think Baros might have picked up an injury, because he came off fairly early to make way for Djibril Cisse. Cisse started off really bad, but eventually started being a real threat to Chelsea. A huge round of applause to defenders Djimi Traore, Sami Hyypia, Jamie Carragher, and Steve Finnan as well as the keeper Jerzy Dudek for withstanding the unbelievable amounts of force Chelsea were pouring on them. Attacking players Arjen Robben and Mateja Kezman were brought on for Chelsea, but Liverpool's defense rendered them ineffective. All of Liverpool's substitutions were really used to bring an attacking dimension to the team. I think Liverpool really got an attacking foothold in the second half when Harry Kewell came on. He did what he had to do to make sure that Liverpool would retain their lead while also providing a threat for Chelsea's back four. Oh man, a very low scoreline but an intense game to watch. Out of the two English teams Liverpool really outmastered Chelsea and deserve their place in the finals at Istanbull.
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| Whoooshh AP tests |
[May. 2nd, 2005|01:15 pm] |
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Today I woke up at 5:30 and drank some grape juice. I just have to say, grape juice is a fantastic way to consume grapes without actually chewing on them.
At 7 I went to the Del Mar Fair. It sounds so good, but in reality it sucked. So I got to the line thing where they give you a number and take away your individuality (I was number 96) and make you sit in order. I got really lucky. I noticed that number 97 was Courtney Friedman and sitting next to her would have been the most torture-filled four hours of my life. Instead I sat next to some kid I didn't know, but he was cool.
So the actual test was pretty funny. First there was the multiple choice. I'll be honest: I thought it was hard. I thought it was very hard. People were saying that it was easy, but Danny and I decided against that theory. We had some comical proctors. There was Chipmunk lady, Guy with a yellow shirt and gnarly beer belly, Annoying man with a moustache, Really old Chinese lady, the list goes on. I didn't think the test was funny until after the break and we got to the essay portion. I had the Queen/David Bowie song "Under Pressure" stuck in my head. That's the one that Vanilla Ice stole the bassline from for "Ice Ice Baby." Well, when you're writing an essay and a song is repeating in your head funny stuff happens. The first thing that happened was I was writing my into and singing the song in my head and when the bassline finished I wrote "UNDER PRESSURE" on my essay. Then I realized what I had just done and laughed for a good couple of seconds. Then people decided to go to the bathroom all at the same time. Aparently proctors have a huge problem with people relieving their bladders. The annoying guy with a moustache kept going on the microphone saying "STOP GOING TO THE BATHROOM MEHHHHH" a bunch of times. It was really loud the 3rd time and nearly scared me shitless.
Somewhere during my time outside of the fair in the early morning while standing in line I decided "Fuck it, I'm not going to English" and I'm glad I made that decision. Mrs Caston is a retard. None of the stuff we practiced was on the test.
Anyone have AP test stories? Mine kind of sucked but they amused me. |
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| NASCAR is not a sport |
[May. 1st, 2005|07:41 pm] |
So I was watching CNN Headline news so I could get all the headlines read to me, objectively because I like the media spoon feeding me. The sports thing came up and it said "Jeff Gordon wins something that's NASCAR-y" And that's when I wondered: "How is driving a car a sport?" That got me curious... how many other people think that driving around in lots of circles is a sport.
I decided to start a survey. I asked people this:
ArgImAPirate6969: I'm taking a survey, do you think NASCAR is a sport?
CrazyVarietyHour: no
Patrick passed this survey, would you?
If NASCAR is a sport then I'm going to be an Olympic medalist in sitting my ass in a chair doing absolutely nothing. Thank you for your time. |
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| Gutted. |
[Apr. 30th, 2005|07:45 pm] |
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| | Gutted. | ] |
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| | The kind of music you listen to when you are gutted. | ] |
I can't even remember the last time I used this. I remember I said I'd use it every single day but then I decided I didn't ever want to use the internet again. But then I did and didn't go on this because I'm lazy. A week ago (Saturday, April 23rd) it was St. George's day. It's a holiday that gets overlooked a lot in England but my dad celebrates it. We don't really do anything, just put the English flag (the cross of St. George) up.
I don't know why I'm using this... seriously no idea - it just seems like it'd be a good time to use it.
So, how can I sum up this week? I've got one word: Gutted. Gutted is a good word to sum up when things have been a complete and utter disappointment. This week is one where I have been gutted.
Let's run through this week!
Monday: Well it's a Monday. I think it was crappy just because it was a Monday. I remember being extremely exhausted on this day - that's about it.
Tuesday: This was my birthday. It was a gem compared to the other days. Juggy bought me a cake and we pissed off my history teacher by letting it melt. FANTASTIC. Oh, some queers ate my cake before I got it - but that's okay because it pissed off my teacher. I also got a pack of gum so I was like "sweet, a pack of gum!" A good day overrall.
Wednesday: This day was decent. It got more and more lame the more the day progressed. I ended up staying up until 2 on Thursay doing history and English homework. And studying for my gnarly math test. Oh did I mention I had a history final the next day? Oh well yeah all that crap built up and for a procrastinator such as myself doing all of that work was HELL.
Thursday: Now, so far I realize that this week doesn't seem like a week that would make someone say "Gutted." Well my day started off by waking up and then BAM history final. Now this was no ordinary history final, this was a RETARDED HISTORY FINAL. Oh my god it was lame. Some of the questions were based on crap that we had not studied. It had something to do with books and tabacco and the great depression. Then there were questions about containment and womens suffrage and black people being free. Free. Free like my last name. It basically sucked. So Eric and I were walking along. There was an extended break. I don't know why there was an extended break. I considered it to be a sign from God - you know like a GOOD sign or something. But then as your hero and his faithful sidekick senor Carrino were walking down the hallway we saw a sight that was so sickening, so horrifying, so disgustingly grotesque that I can not further elaborate on it without breaking down into tears. If you know me well enough you will know well enough (like that clever repetition bitches?) what I'm talking about. Eric knew how I felt and to further elaborate on how I felt I explained what "hari kari" was. Gutted. Then we took a math test. How often are we going to need to know how to convert to polar coordinates? How often do people graph things anyways? It seems a bit, and by bit I mean immensely, useless. Yeah I probably failed, but I won't let that bring me down - I have other things doing that anyways. I don't even remember what happened for the rest of the day, I was totally gutted. It was odd because Eric and I were talking about the even before we witnessed it and we've decided that it is the kind of news that you don't want to see first hand. I was gutted. Good parts of the day, my study buddy was sick so I didn't have to go. Score.
Friday: I was in the hole and it was just pants. Now theres an expression that I want to use more often. It was bad. I was miserable and I didn't want to be at school. Instead, I went to school and in turn felt like shit because I was gutted. Gutted. Absolutely fucking gutted.
Now it's today. Today has been an alright day. Nottingham Forest got relegated to League 1 - the first time a European champion team has dropped two leagues in the history of football. It blows because I'm from Nottingham and maybe it's a sign from God that my week was just shit and it's a shit way to conclude a shit week.
Gutted. |
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| Why I have lost faith in America. |
[Nov. 4th, 2004|07:26 pm] |
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Having lived in America for nine years and not been satisfied with my experience at all, I figured this post election time would a be a good time to both use my livejournal again and make my statement about things.
Well as you all know (unless you're a moron) Bush won the election, this time he even won the popular vote 3.5 million votes. What does this mean? It means that there are 3.5 million more morons in America than there are smart people. Now, I don't like Bush and I don't like Kerry but I had to choose which prick I would rather have lead the country that I live in, I would rather have the more qualified person lead. This rules out Bush. I know Bush is just Cheney's puppet and doesn't make his own decisions but he is a dangerous person to have ruling the country. With Republicans in complete control of the government now America has just fucked itself with a dildo coated in sandpaper right up the ass. Here's why I would rather have Kerry.
I would rather have someone who as actually fought in a war to make desicions in a war. Now I realize that Kerry did some things to get out of the Vietnam conflict, but he actually fought in it and realized that he didn't want to go through the hell that war was. Thats much better than many of the Republican representatives did, including the president, join the National Guard, get trained on obsolete equipment that you know won't be used in a war. That is legalized draft dodging, and they should not be respected by the military community like they are. There is talk about people being drafted again, I don't want some fat old guys who didn't actually fight in a war when they were perfectly able to, to go start a war for no reason which will send MY FRIENDS and other people to go fight.No. Fuck you republicans.
I think abortions should be legal. How could anybody be against abortions? Ok, lets say you were raped(this doesn't count if you lack ovaries)and got pregnant; Do you want to have the rapist child? I wouldn't. I'd want the evil seed that was planted in me to be taken out. Teenagers who aren't ready to have kids should have the option readily available. "CONTRACEPTIVES DON'T ALWAYS WORK," in the words of Ashley. Also, it's not like the baby fetuses don't save lives or anything, no stem cell research will save the lives of cripped people, people with terrible diseases, ect. What strikes me as amusing is that Bush is pro-stem cell research and anti-abortion. I'm perplexed as to how he thinks they'll get the fetuses for the stem cell research without abortions. How the fuck would you get fetuses? Vons? No Bush, you're a fucking moron, die.
I don't the republican economy system. I want higher taxes. I know if Eric reads this he'll be all, "But if theres high taxes then people will be less likely to buy stuff and that doesn't stimulate the economy." The domestic economy will always grow stronger. While higher taxes somewhat slow down the purchase of crap, people are always going to buy shit. Especially in this day and age where people buy the most pointless crap ever. People have become too dependant on this crap to even attemt to leave it. That argument wouldn't win a debate but the thing is, it's true. With higher taxes there could be better government projects. Instead of some bullshit thing called "No Child Behind" inwhich kids are constantly left behind and not learning enough we could have something usefull: Free Healthcare. No longer would people have to work while worrying about their HMO's and PPO's. The rich wouldn't have to put any unneccessary and unfair treatement onto the poor in the form of health insurance. I'm not talking about crappy Canadian free healthcare, where it's like a free hamburger thats been left on the ground and stepped on for an hour. I'm talking about the healthcare of Europe. State of the art hospitals, ambulances constantly making patrols like police cars, and unlike in Canada doctors would still be well-paid. It would medical paradise, but for some reason the republicans see this opportunity of equality as something which is completely un-American. Isn't America supposed to be all about equality? No it isn't, it's about oppression.
I pity America and feel sorry for it. In the past four years America's respect has gone down the toilet. The elections were when the toilet was clogged and if Kerry won it would overflow and the respect would come back out. Instead America won't get any respect from foreign countries. They will be less respectful towards Americans because Bush won the popular vote - thus proving the worlds suspicions of the last four years: Americans are retarded.
I'll only be here for the first two years though, good luck with those last two. |
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| ummm |
[Sep. 20th, 2004|04:17 pm] |
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Joyce... I mean Miss Joyce wanted mad propz or else I'd get kicked in the balls again. So, mad propz to her (and my balls) |
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| first update in a long time |
[Sep. 20th, 2004|04:02 pm] |
It has come to my attention that some people who were supposed to be my "friends" were actually hate me.
My repsonse: Thanks for telling me... oh wait you didn't... cunts...
Therefor mad propz must be handed out
Mad Propz too:
The PE Gang - Joey, Remo, EJ and Rey
Anthony - Mr. President
Bobby - ACH MEIN LIEBEN... Spatula!!
Nick Konig - this guy is a fucking pimp
HAG - hag-tastic
AC/DC - they have big balls (aparently)
NOFX - they are cool
...and all the wops at dominoes.
Peace out girl scouts. |
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| I'm going to England |
[Jun. 29th, 2004|01:57 pm] |
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| | Touch Too Much | ] |
Today. 6:30 PM. Taking the gay flight to LA. Then... at whenever we get on the ground, and theres some other flight and that one goes to Heathrow International Airport in London. It is going to be sick, and to keep in touch with you bitches, I am actually going to use this stupid livejournal. Thats right, Adam Freeman will actually update his stupid journal thing. |
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| YAY |
[Jun. 17th, 2004|06:46 pm] |
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| | Shot Down In Flames - ACDC | ] |
YES!!!
Today, after 3 long grueling years, I finally got my braces off.
My teeth feel slimey though, its wierd. MMM..... it's so slippery!!!! Yeah.... I also went to the coolest toy store in the world. If I were a little kid I would have crapped my pants. But instead I felt jealous of all the little kids who went to that toy store and who get to enjoy all of those wonderful toys. Then I went home... to eat lunch... for the first time... without braces... ever... well not ever... the first time... in the past thee... years... pauses are good for causing suspense. All you people out there who hope to become a brilliant writer, such as myself, better remember that you can use pauses for causing... suspense... .... ... ... ... ...
Then I got a cell phone and took a picture of my penis with it. |
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| Joyce told me to update |
[Jun. 14th, 2004|03:04 pm] |
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| | my mood is penis. yes. penis. | ] |
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| | the music is vagina. penis for mood and vagina for music. i'm immature | ] |
Joyce told me to update but I don't wanna.
I went to sea world. I got to touch a seal, and it was cool. I also went on those 2 rides that don't suck. They didn't suck. Then I went on the gay arctic one and it sucked, so did the "haunted lighthouse" even though R.L Stine is a pimp.
It's summer. Yay.
Get a job instead of reading this. |
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