Its about vampires..and a suspenseful, thrilling romance. Read it. You won't be able to put it down once you start.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
I've just finished this amazing book
Its about vampires..and a suspenseful, thrilling romance. Read it. You won't be able to put it down once you start.
If this were me, I'd be scared
This is a sick, masochistic Japanese gameshow...that's all there is to say
My computer is going Mexican on me
My computer is yelling in Spanish. It all started when I got a message from YouTube:

I wasn't too sure if it was Spanish...but then I opened it. And what do you think should happen?:

Please note: I DO NOT KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED. STUPID YOUTUBE....
I wasn't too sure if it was Spanish...but then I opened it. And what do you think should happen?:
Please note: I DO NOT KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED. STUPID YOUTUBE....
fascinating...
A very interesting music video, indeed...not to mention completely out of the ordinary. For one thing, there's a strangley dressed girl with hair that looks as if it were made of clay. For another thing, she's following a broken college mascot of a bunny into the guitarist's crotch. The guitarist acts as if he doesn't feel a thing. I wonder if he did...? The world inside is shocking. Let's just leave it at that. But the thing that really got me was the fact that the guitarist can exist in his own body ( not to mention the rest of the band too) as if he can leave his body vacant and just go inside himself...that's the clearest way I could put it.
Friday, June 22, 2007
So this is how it happened...
**Time: *IN THE FUTURE* June 22, 2112
Quite a while ago, when I was about 10, my life had changed forever. My family owned a ceramic pottery shop back in the day. We sold everything from orchid flower pots to tiny Japanese teacups. One day, I was trimming a rose to make it perfect to put in the store window with a collection of vases. A few days before, I heard the owner of a Round Table Pizza next door yelling at a repair man that obviously wasn't qualified for the job. Apparently, he insisted that he fixed whatever was wrong with the shop. I was a bit curious about what got the man so aggravated, but I knew it was wrong to meddle. And on that day, I finally found out what was going on. There was a gas leak in Round Table Pizza. Ironically the Health Department gave the shop an "A." Then again I don't think a gas leak is any health issue. Anyway, the gas leak was ignited by one of the cook's oh-so-popular plain cheese pizzas. And what do you think should happen? BAM! Before I knew it, there was nothing left of the last ever Round Table Pizza (the last honest pizza).The delivery people who didn't die in the explosion fled for Canada to avoid drafting. (Meanwhile, back at our little, fragile shop) The explosion was PHENOMENAL. Chaotic, but phenomenal. I was thrown through the glass store window and fell into a coma for a month. I awoke from my dormant state and realized that as I was blasted through solid glass that this happened for a reason. It was like a sign from God. I found myself in that explosion. But I lost all of my moral standards. And that's how I started my career as an arsonist. THE END.
Quite a while ago, when I was about 10, my life had changed forever. My family owned a ceramic pottery shop back in the day. We sold everything from orchid flower pots to tiny Japanese teacups. One day, I was trimming a rose to make it perfect to put in the store window with a collection of vases. A few days before, I heard the owner of a Round Table Pizza next door yelling at a repair man that obviously wasn't qualified for the job. Apparently, he insisted that he fixed whatever was wrong with the shop. I was a bit curious about what got the man so aggravated, but I knew it was wrong to meddle. And on that day, I finally found out what was going on. There was a gas leak in Round Table Pizza. Ironically the Health Department gave the shop an "A." Then again I don't think a gas leak is any health issue. Anyway, the gas leak was ignited by one of the cook's oh-so-popular plain cheese pizzas. And what do you think should happen? BAM! Before I knew it, there was nothing left of the last ever Round Table Pizza (the last honest pizza).The delivery people who didn't die in the explosion fled for Canada to avoid drafting. (Meanwhile, back at our little, fragile shop) The explosion was PHENOMENAL. Chaotic, but phenomenal. I was thrown through the glass store window and fell into a coma for a month. I awoke from my dormant state and realized that as I was blasted through solid glass that this happened for a reason. It was like a sign from God. I found myself in that explosion. But I lost all of my moral standards. And that's how I started my career as an arsonist. THE END.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
JEEZ!
I went to this freak-aquarium a couple months ago..for school, of course. The first thing I saw when I walked in was stuffed seagulls hanging from the ceiling. There was taxidermy EVERYWHERE. You name it, they killed it and put it on display. The craziest thing I saw at this freak-show was a glass case full of scat samples. And I hope you know what I mean by that. Poop. Crap. There was elephant poop, grasshopper poop, goat poop, and every kind of poop you could possibly think of. Fascinating they say. There is a special word for people who find examining animal waste fascinating. Crapologists. Crapologists who study crapology.CRAP. there was a penguin exhibit. There was a viewing place with cushions for the kids to sit as they see the caretakers feed the penguins. The pillows remained untouched. They were infested with penguin filth...most likeley. At the end of the day, I went to the gift shop. I hadn't eaten any lunch, so I decided to go buy some candy. They sold chocolate-covered insects and insects in amber. Who'da thunk that those crapologists expect to make a profit off of this...crap? In fact, who would want to see taxidermy and crap samples? I'd rather go to the zoo where the animals and their crap is behind bars...
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