Miscellaneous III: EXTREME Edition

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I woke up alot earlier then usual today..

I woke up at noon. It was wierd.
 
Awesome. I can pretend like I'm on California time so I can feel better about myself.

YEP. Woke up early today. Trying to get an early start.
 
I do not feel well at the moment. I feel really weak, sort of fatigued and headachy. I feel a bit hungry as well, so it might just be that. I'm also really shaky. Does anyone know what might be causing this? Helplife2.net to the rescue!
 
There's a girl in school I like, And I'm pretty sure she likes me. But my dad said he hates dancers since he works at a theator and has to hear them whining all the time.

My mom or dad still don't really know about her, And My mom said, kind of jokeingly, "If you ever date a Dancer, You're dad will (hate, dillute, I forget) hate you."

But this girl is in dance at high-school. So I don't know what to do. :(
 
There's a girl in school I like, And I'm pretty sure she likes me. But my dad said he hates dancers since he works at a theator and has to hear them whining all the time.

My mom or dad still don't really know about her, And My mom said, kind of jokeingly, "If you ever date a Dancer, You're dad will (hate, dillute, I forget) hate you."

But this girl is in dance at high-school. So I don't know what to do. :(

Who gives a shit about your dad. He's not the one dating this dancer, so can fuck off.
 
Hit it. Also I need to take a massive dump by my bowel controls are being a ****ing dick to me.
 
Hey guys. Earlier on I went to have a shower, but beforehand, I had a shit. Sadly, the shit didn't make its way out properly, so I was left with poo dangling from my ass, and with me too scared to rip it from my ass with my own hands, I decided to take drastic action.

I was quite worried. One time last year I was left constipated for a week with poo just hanging there from my bum. I didn't wanna go through all that again purely because if I moved a tiny bit whilst sitting down, a small but deadly smell would be released from my ass. The smell was basically rotting poo. I seem to remember whenever I created such a smell, people would look horrified, and with today becoming constipated once again, I did not want that to happen.

Anyway, I needed a shower. I got in, and the first thing on my mind was getting this poo out of my ass. I've always had the excellent idea of using the shower to get it out. So, what I did was pull a one hand goatse, aim the shower head at my bum, and fire away!

Slowly, bit by bit, whatever didn't make it down the toilet was now making it down the plug hole in my shower. I had to experience horrible smells and brown water - but it was worth it! I'm now sat here, comfortable, with no poo in sight.

May I just quote this again for those who missed it. Thanks.
 
Its lupus

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I'm back bitches, go on ahead and make a 3rd BS thread without me? DEATH!
 
Someone should go around all day pretending they have a huge amount of lag. Specially in conversations, waiting a good 3 seconds before reacting to what someone says sounds hilarious.
e.g. Someone tells a joke, and you start laughing only 3 seconds later.
 
I first watched the movie when I was 7 :(

I saw it when I was 10, and I had heard from all my friends that it was the single scariest movie they had ever seen. So when I finally saw it I was all kinds of "meh"


But then again I've never been afraid of clowns.

Someone should go around all day pretending they have a huge amount of lag. Specially in conversations, waiting a good 3 seconds before reacting to what someone says sounds hilarious.
e.g. Someone tells a joke, and you start laughing only 3 seconds later.

Had a friend do this one day during school and I had him in most of my classes. One of the funniest days ever.
 
I got a full-time job offer. People like me. No way!

So tempting to just forget about applying to grad school. I could go burn all my GRE stuff right now, and everything would still be ok....
 
I need a job :( I've applied to so many places that I lost track of who I applied to and who I didnt. I think I sent some places multiple applications on accident. Hopefully they're not like "this d-bag is annoying, forget him!"


Also, I just recently cracked open my Warhammer 40,000 models and was horrified by what I saw. I had totally forgotten how badly I painted them. Seriously, a bunch of them were just spray painted green and thats it. My pathfinders were only spraypainted on one side of them, and the other side was just unpainted pewter. I've got them soaking in a bath of Simple Green, so hopefully that can remove it. Its supposed to work well on normal model paint, but i'm hoping it works on some unknown kind of spray paint as well. *crosses fingers*
 
I think some of my brother's Warhammer 40K models are still unpainted and he's had them for quite a few years now! He's still got some of the boards he made himself in his room.
 
I have an entire Orcs & Goblins army I haven't painted. I don't think I ever will.
 
This morning, I was using my computer when I heard a huge crash.

I go in my kitchen from where the sound originated, to find my lovely secretary had been beheaded.

The evidence suggests that a ninja came inside and pulled my picture frame off the wall, threw it onto the floor and chopped off my secretary's head to make sure there was no witness.

My favorite part of my kitchen will never be the same:

BEFORE [Evidence A]:


AFTER [Evidence B]:


Luckily, the glass didn't break, but the frame is coming apart at all the edges. I am hopeful that I can repair the frame and have my secretary stitched up.

The frame had been hanging there for about a year.
 
*sneaks out of virus's house while hes taking pictures*
 
**** your stupid "it's not lupus" jokes. IT IS LUPUS.

Seriously I do get quite sad about this sometimes. Imagine if you said to someone that you had cancer and they were like LOLLOL OMG ITS NEVER CANC0R HAHAHAHAHA.

But then...it's never lupus.
 
As if I didn't have enough misfortune, I found my brand new rechargeable camera batteries destroyed and corroded from going through my washing machine. I might have used them once. :(

I feel as if this is all just the introduction for EXTREME misfortune coming my way.

Being a lost prophet, perhaps I can alter the future.
 
Vicinity of Obscenity in your eyes!

LIIIIIIIIAAAARRRRRRR

Man System of a down must be high to write songs like this.
 
SHIT

EXAMS

FOR THE NEXT THREE WEEKS

;___;

Man oh man...
 
I had to be the middleman for a drug deal cause my friends wanted some weed, and my neighbor has connections beyond fathomable thoughts. Anyway, I had to traverse to the shittiest, dirtiest part of town pick up this guy to take him to his friend's house in the other shitty, shitty, oh did I say shitty part of town, who is a stereotypical drug dealer.

Honestly, it was funny the whole time. I got to see what it's like to do drug deals! They were talking about selling me so and so for whatever. I was like, "I don't know jack shit about grams and the value of money it's worth."

Of course I didn't say that. I don't think any of them could have comprehended anything I could have said to them.

****ing druggies.

;)
 
Shit, I remember I had this best friend I met in Electronics class in 11th grade. He was pretty cool but he was failing. He sat by me so I would help him sometimes.

So I was like 17 and we would hang out. I had my first car, and shit was sweet. He always had gas money and knew a lot of people and introduced me to girls, and he would buy me food and he always had weed. I had just started smoking weed and stuff.

Well after a couple months I guess I was asking him who keeps paging him over and over (pagers were like mobile phones back then) and then he confessed he was a crack dealer. I had been driving him around while he was selling crack!

D:
 
You should have let them shoot you, so you could say you've been shot before. Hardcore!

It'll be a nice day when drug dealers of stuff as non-hardcore as marijuana is not distributed by toughed street criminals primarily.
 
I've just been in bed trying to get to sleep but i couldn't because there was a moth in there flying around, even though I didn't have a light on near my bed. And now I've just realised: I don't htink it's just because I hate moths, I think I have a phobia to them. It would make sense if it was because twice hawkmoths have flown into my room and I freaked out. The first time I just saw this huge thing flying around my room and completely freaked; the second time the thing actually flew ito my eye. Ever since then I've hated and been quite afraid of moths, and now they stop me from sleeping.
 
I don't mind moths at all. :) They look ugly as sin, the ones I see, but they are always welcome! Provided they don't lay larvae and eat up any clothes in my closet.

If I can though, I usually capture them and let them outside so they don't starve to death.
 
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