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Saturday, 19 March 2005

Just.......leave me alone.....all of you.......
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: System of a Down - toxicity
Why do people who dont know me obsess about me? Example ::

Me: .....erm....do I know you?

Little girl at side looking at me like she's gonna adopt me :: Nooooooooo.

Me: Then get the hell away from me

LGASLAMLSGAM : No!

Me: I have a sharp object

LGASLAMLSGAM : Ok?

Me: Her name is betty. : Pulls out raxxor knife :

LGASLAMLSGAM : Oooooooo, You have a knife!!!

Me: I know. Get away from me. NOW.

LGASLAMLSGAM : : Runs away :



Grrrr. Look. I dont know you. I dont care about you. STOP BREATHING MY AIR, I DONT LIKE YOU. IF you are talking to me and I am blatently ignoring you, that means that you should get away from me before I get betty to start stomping your shit. Hell, I dont even care If I get arrested for stabbing you to the point where your own goddamned parents cant tell who you are. And then, Just to be nice, I think I might rip out your teeth so you cant be identified at all. Get away from me, I dont like you. Simple theory really, Stay the fuck away from the guy who will go to jail because you didnt leave him alone. Shit. If you can stay a simple ten feet away from me and talk to me, do that, you get a better chance of getting away.

In closing, remember to stay the hell away from me, before I make you bite the curb, bitch.

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Sanity is for the weak!

Posted by emo2/paintballsareyummy at 1:01 PM EST
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Tuesday, 22 February 2005

What's the point?
Mood:  hug me
Now Playing: Metabolic: Slipknot
For the mostpart, I take back what I said about family. I just dont understand why they like him so much and not me. I have passed all of my classes with a ninety or better....I just don't understand. Whatever, I don't think I should go on about this.

So, the other day I was talking to some hippy who dosen't understand the true meaning of rock. I think that they had fallen into the steriotype that all rockers think about killing and cutting themselves. In fact, I think I remember the whole conversation.

Me: You listen to rock?
It: yea rok is kool
Me: Who do you listen to, or just rock in general?
It: i like greenday, and slipknot
Me: Ah, you like slip?
It: yea slipknot iz the koolest
Me: Yeah, it is the wootxors.
It: but i dont like how all they sing about is killing and cutting themselves
Me: .........Do you even know who slipknot IS?
It: yea they are those guys who wear those masks and sing about killing everything they c
Me: .........stop talking to me. Just...stop...

See?! SEE?! People who don't know what they are talking about SHOULD NOT TALK ABOUT IT!! They should get cut on the street and catch tetanus and DIE. Thats about how much I care about those hippies. God.

New subject, another fat kid thinks he is big. I gave his lard ass such a word smacking today, I think his whole fat ass family felt it. So he overhears me saying that being fat isn't in thier genes, and wigs out. He goes into how he can't help being the size he is because when his grandfathers father was young blah blah blah. I stopped caring about there. Now, I'm about one-hundred fifty pounds of strait up muscle, and about six foot break even. I was sitting down at the time, so when I stood up, I was taller then him by about a head. "Look fatass" Quoth the jake "I don't give a rats ass about your ancestors, being fat is something you can help, you just choose not to. So, rather than say anything in response, sit your ass down and eat your goddamned food, before I force feed it to you. Get me? Good." Fucking freshmen.

Thats about all today, but I'd be checking in very soon were I you. Laters
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Sanity is for the weak!

Posted by emo2/paintballsareyummy at 5:04 PM EST
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Thursday, 17 February 2005

Why the fuck is family the most annoying item of My life?
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Halo2 soundtrack
Ok, now, granted, family is supposed to be the most cherished item of yours and mine pathetic existence. But they arent. GRR. Chances are, if I slit my brother's throat, My family would notice tenfold. If he slit my throat, they would'nt care. He is a gay ass penis licker, who needs to pull his head out of his ass and get a motherfucking job. He needs to stop being the wonder child and pull his head out of his ass so that he gets the ever so slight dose of reality I get every goddamned day. I'm gonna be laughing the hardest I have ever laughed when his Ragnarok Online subscription runs out. Oh, this will be so funny. He absolutely cherishes the game, but you have to pay for it. He is broke. I'm not gonna pay for him, And I'm gonna talk my parents into not paying for him either. This is so gonna rule.

Look at this, I'm not even in the mood to rant right now because I'm so pissed off. I might update this shit later, but I have a motherfucking Latin project due tomorrow. You know, It's odd, I actually look up to school where I can see my friends. Heh.

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Sanity is for the weak.

Posted by emo2/paintballsareyummy at 5:36 PM EST
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Friday, 11 February 2005

Another rant? Perposterous!
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Breathe life - killswitch engage
Am I the only one who thinks that the entire western world (The United States) is whoring its self to the eastern world? Kosovo, Afghanistan, Iraq. nobody out there needed us. Iraq, thats a load of horseshit. We didn't need to go in there. It's just that fucking fuzzhead george bush thinks that everybody who speaks like Apu off of the Simpsons needs to be bombed. I was hoping that Kerry would win, because then we would get our asses out of some god-foresaken hell hole that nobody should have even thought about living in.

Fucking George Bush. I think he should explode. Whatever, getting off that subject before the CIA hunts my white ass down.

Of all the aincent worlds, I think that the fucking Romans had it best. Think about it. They owned most of that continent, untill that motherfucker constantine went and made his own city, taking the glory off of rome. He was a fuzz head. Just like bush. Hey, coincidence?

Time to rag on fat people again. Motherfuckers start threatining the wrong people, they're gonna get fucking hurt. Hell, this one kid dosen't know when to stop. Today, he pushes me out of his way so he can get his fat ass to lunch before I do. I say "Hey dood, I don't care if you are skipping people behind me, but I just got out of PT (Physical tourtur- I mean, physical training) and I am really hungry. Can you please get behind me?" In a really nice tone of voice. He is all " Naw, bo. If you ask me again, I'm gonna smash your face in." So I look him dead in the eyes and say "If you don't get your fat ass behind me, I will kick it up and down those goddamned stairs behind us untill you even have a slight standing chance of fighting me. And oh yeah, I dont give a goddamned flying rats ass how many "Gangsta" friends you have. I'll kick thier asses too. Now get the fuck behind me.". Needless to say, He did. I like having big bicepts. Chances are, if you slit my throat right now, I would

Whatever, I'm gonna go rant somewhere else for a little while. Later
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Posted by emo2/paintballsareyummy at 5:28 PM EST
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Wednesday, 9 February 2005

Nobody knows me but me.
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Slipknot - Spit it out
I don't give a relative fuck what anybody says. Nobody knows me as well as I know me except for three people. Those three people, just happen to be my immeadeate family. Fucking school counselors. Goddamn mother-fucker thought he knew me and what goes through my head at certain points in life. Comrade lopes (The principal) got his scummy hands on a goddamn song that I happen to like, and reffered it to counseling because he thinks I harbored Genecidal thoughts. I do now. Scummy bastard.

Oh well, I guess my friends made up for his damn stupidity. Mother fucker thinks he knows me. The balls he has, just to think that I harbor Genecidal thoughts! I think I might cut him. Yeah, I just threatened my princiapal. He should a'splode. Anyways, My friends made up for it by taking me to the mall to play "SHMPWCPO" OMG dood, I think that is the greatist game we have ever made. See How Many Pedestrians We Can Piss Off. I live for schemp-o.

MOTHERFUCKER! There, I might go now. Not much more to rant about. Laters.

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Sanity is for the weak

Posted by emo2/paintballsareyummy at 5:39 PM EST
Updated: Friday, 11 February 2005 5:32 PM EST
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Sunday, 6 February 2005

Hey look! More ranting!
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Pitchshifter: Generation
What the fuck is up with small children and talking shit to thier elders? I mean, first they talk complete and utter shit, then when they are wrong, they shut the hell up? Here's an example..

So yesterday I was at paintball practice, playing speedball. There is this little kid out there, maybe nine (? I dont know, Didn't care enough to ask)with a better marker (Gun) Than I have. He is all like "yeah, I can get thirteen balls per second with this, You arent even gonna have time to get to your bunker" He is talking to me. I just kinda laugh at him and say whatever. So we're on the breakbox (We being my team) when the ref yells go.By the time he would even have the chance to start shooting at me, I am already in my bunker, lining up on one of his teamates. I shot him out. The little kid finds out where I am, then neglects to let his teamates know. I had enough of a time gap to get up, run to the bunker in front of me, and hunker down there. he is shooting at me, keeping me down and yelling obscenities at me. I get up, and start WALKING down the feild at him. I get into another bunker, shoot anouther guy out, then reload. When I get done reloading, He is Reloading. I get up, run around him and shoot him three times in the back of the neck, from about five feet away. He didn't speak to me again that day.

This is why small children should never EVER talk shit about somebody they dont know. Not much else to ramble about, so I'm gonna end here. Laters.


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Posted by emo2/paintballsareyummy at 12:31 PM EST
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Thursday, 3 February 2005

Days of the week?
Mood:  on fire
Now Playing: Slipknot: My plauge
I think thursday was created just to fuck with us. By us, I mean schoolchildren. Fucking thursday. It's like.......It's like the week is taunting you, beckoning you into friday. And when friday comes around, all you can think of is getting out of school. Then, sunday comes. Oooohh. Sunday pisses me off the most. Not because the christian god is warshipped, but rather that you know monday and school/work is the very next day in the very back of your head. Goddamn week.

Whatever. I think that is enough ranting on the days of the week, now I'mma go on a rant about fat people. I don't give a shit what the fucking doctor says, being fat is NOT IN YOUR GENETICS!!! You are fat because you neglected to lay off the goddamned cheetos. PUT THE FUCKING CAKE DOWN, AND GO RUN YOUR FAT ASS AROUND A FUKING TRACK. DAMN!!
Though, out of all the fat people, I think the people who sued McDonalds are the worst. Wtf?! You got fat because you don't know how to put a damned hamburge-- Excuse me, A beef patty smothered in liquid death -- DOWN! how Hard is it!? Look, You place the Patty down on the table, and take your hands off of it!

I think I migh be done. There might be more later, you may want to check back in.

Posted by emo2/paintballsareyummy at 4:16 PM EST
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Wednesday, 2 February 2005

Wtf?!
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: My last Serenade : Killswitch Engage
Wtf?! Have you ever noticed people think you are thier friend, then they mention it to you and you're all like "Wtf?! I'm not your friend! Get the hell away from me!"....Thats about how I feel right now. I don't feel like explaining...so you know what....I WONT. Why the fuck would you even begin to care? I dont know you. Go fucking strangle yourself on a goddamn power cord, that way you wont be sucking up my oxygen. Get the hell offa my nuts.

Okay, calmer now. I think my World history teacher has a good outlook on life. It comes from a poem that we both enjoy. It goes something along the lines of
" This morning, I was laying in my bed counting birds on the powerlines. One got up and flew away. Now there were two. Just thought I'd let you know, Fucker."
Brilliant, No?

Whatever, I think This is just about enough of a pissed off day. I think I might stop my rant now, Before it really gets bad. Laters.



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Sanity is for the weak.

Posted by emo2/paintballsareyummy at 4:24 PM EST
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Tuesday, 1 February 2005

RaaRgh. I think
Mood:  hungry
Now Playing: People = Shit : Slipknot
RaaRgh. So, this is my blog. Well, guess I'd better start off telling you some things about myself. My name is Jake. I moose things. I crew and Waaaaagh People. I have a job, though It may not be much to you all. I ref at the local paintball feild for nine dollars an hour. Its a good job, even though I have to go set off REU's every game. Damned REU's. They piss me off. Whatever.

Does anybody other than me find what the world has to offer funny? Like the other day. I was out looking for a present for my freind. It's his birthday. I see the STUPIDEST thing ever. I saw an edible tennis racket. Wtf?! How the hell are you going to use that in a game of tennis?! I think I should find whoever came up with that idea and shoot them. In the face. With a gun.

Now I've probably got you thinking that I'm a violent person. I'm not. Most of the time. The only time you probably dont want to be around me is when I find out that one of the front players on my team wiped, or something to that extent. Fucking wipers. Oh yes, I play paintball. It just so happens to be my life, outside of school. Goddamn school.

Whatever. I think I have rambled on enough today. More.........soon?





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Posted by emo2/paintballsareyummy at 5:26 PM EST
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