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Category Archives: Journal
September 1, 2000
Added my nifty “Quote of the Moment” to the main page.
September 1, 2000
The “Blue Pill” pic from goldcam can be found here.
September 1, 2000
kewpie linked me on her site… “th1s d00d 1s n34t0!” Its not quite the “fucking brilliant” that BitterKid got, but well… Heh, I rock. ;D
(Yes, I realize that’s the basic content of every third journal entry… I have low-self esteem and I compensate for it by creating a false ego. Deal. ;P )
September 1, 2000
Currently have 8 simultaneous transfers on Napster at 25kbps each. Mon crayon est large! (‘ats french)
September 1, 2000
Just realised I have some badass forearms. Guess I really am pumped from using the mouse!
Too bad its the only muscle group of mine that’s pumped.
August 30, 2000
You know, its not easy being so fucking cool all the time… or constantly being right when everyone around you is wrong. But you survive, you adjust. You try to keep things low-key… not show off what a badass you are. But eventually it gets out, and you’ve got all the worshiping and shit… Not that I mind a little one on one worship with a hottie… or two on one even… hell, why put limits on the hotties? What am I saying? Umm…
Its good to be the king.
August 30, 2000
I fear some terrible humour has befallen myself and all of my compatriots. We are all showing the straign. Too much hard living, too much pain, too much sorrow. I prey that war may set some things right; give us the time we need to center ourselves, once again.
August 30, 2000
I like the drawing of “Joe” (Which is actually of “Kangeki”, I misread the strip)… These are based on “Gomen Nasai“. Its not very clear, but that is Naomi’s hair, not ears… You kinda have to see the strip to see how it’s supposed to look.
August 30, 2000
My soul wants to scream to the horizons. A wordless scream of rage, frustration, fear, loss, indecision, delusion, horror… My mind won’t let me scream, though. If I scream now, people will hear me, and I’ll have to explain myself to them.
I see myself standing alone in the desert; flat sands stretching to the mountains far in the distance. I scream… but there is no one there to understand my scream. What’s the point?
We’re taught that acting for other people, putting on a show of emotions, is wrong. Its disingenuine. There is no real worth to an emotion if it is only displayed for others and not some uncontrollable feeling which may or may not occur to us in the presence of an audience. But man is not a solitary beast.
Sure, opposable thumbs and the ability to make tools may set us apart from the other species. Yes, we have developed beyond the reach of the survival of the fittest. We have explored our world, our bodies, and the heavens… But what truly sets us apart from “lesser” creatures is our ability to relate to others. That is what makes us human. So what is so damn wrong about feeling the need for a person to share in your feelings? What is so wrong about wanting someone there when you scream your lungs out, to share your pain, and shed a tear along with you…?
Not a damn thing.