Its Been a Good Day

Today was a good day. I left my friends house from a sleepover and went to the library. Then I came home, left again to do some filming with my friends. I came home again and have been chilling on the computator listening to Radio KoL

KoL is a Wonderful Thing. So are Zombies.

I have been a long-time player of KoL, playing on and off, and I just started yesterday for, like, the sixth time. I'm having a really fun time now except my charachter is totally konked on his gnaga hide couch.

So I'm listening to Radio KoL and I learn that I missed out on the Blog Like You've Never Blogged Before event thing. At first I didn't really care, but then I heard that it had something to do with zombies. I wish I could have been there. It will be one of my deepest regrets that I missed out on getting eaten by a definitely not-a-figment-of-my-imagination zombie.

Look What I Made!

I was just on artpad and I made this. Ouch.

Halo is a Fun Game

Last night, I was up till 3:00 AM playing Halo 2 with my brother and his friend. I think the first Halo was better. That game was kickass! But I am extraordinarily angry that they didn't include the goddamn Assault Rifle! Anyways, I got my amateur ass whooped in split screen. Ouch.

Holy Shit Yum Yum W00t!!!

I just saw 300. It was fucking awesome. I don't think that there's any way to describe its asskickin-nossity. It was so great, I might just jack off.

Its so funny how all the soldiers wear nothing but a cape and a speedo. I'd wear those duds. Smexy...

I'm sorry, I just can't write about 300 any more. Its just to damn fucking awesome. Instead, I'm just gonna talk about assorted underpants.

Tighty Whities: Everyones puts downs the tighties. I never understood why. Tighty whities are perfectly fine. They don't ride up in to your crotch and they give your loins room to breath.

Thongs/Banana Hammocks: I've never worn a thong but I image it must feel crappy to wear them. They're so fucking skinny... Bleh.

Briefs: Briefs are good. I like briefs. My only problem with briefs is that when you raise your leg to, say, get on a bike, briefs compress your balls like nobody's business.


Okay, that's all the types of underwear I can think of right now. I gotta get some sleep 'cause I gotta go do some filming with my friends tomorrow and I'm gonna be spending the majority of the morning looking for a fake mustache. We're gonna be filming a fake movie trailer, something to do with a bomb. Its gonna be fun. And ridiculous.

School Sucks

Our education system is flawed. We need more week ends. :P

This Spy's Gonna Have Nightmares

Ok, for one thing, I totally feel like a spy, all haxing that sight and shit. Today, my friend got the password again by using the I Forgot my Password button, so I changed the emailing address to john_smith02089@hotmail.com. (On a side note, apparently the ZIP code I used is worth $18, 122, 504 or something close to that.) Now I can change the pass without that damn meddlesome I Forgot my Password button.

In other news thats still related to the title I was reading MSN news and I saw the most disturbing picture of Marilyn Manson (see here). Now I'm really mad at Marilyn Mansion for scaring me.

I'm also mad because I just ate McDonald's french fries. I feel really guilty. I also feel like I'm gonna throw up. Each time I took a bite, grease actually puddled into my mouth.

Thank you MAD

I just love this.

Sweet Book

I just got jPod out from th library. Its a really good book.

That Was Easy...

Okay, so I just cracked my dumbass friends' site. It was waaaay too easy. Kinda creepy actually.

The site is retarded. All my friends are obsessed with who likes who and so they made a site about it. The only reason I know about it is that I sit behind three of the biggest gossipers.

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I just read that last post I just made and I've come to an amazing revelation. You can tell you need a girl friend when you start thinking that triple shot no-foam soy milk lattes (comic ones, no less) start to look hot.

Questionable Content, Lattes and Woodies.

Okay, I have some how managed to both disturb myself to no end and give myself a woody without knowing how. On Sunday, I was reading a lot of Questionable Content (almost 300 comics spread through the day. What? Its a good comic.) and after reading this one, my pants were like a tent. I can only come up with two reasons for this. Number one is that I'm attracted to comic characters. Number two is that I'm attracted to triple shot no-foam soy milk lattes. I'm guessing the latter. There's just something mysteriously sexy about a soy milk latte, doubly so when its no-foam. Triply so when its a triple shot. I guess that makes this latte a quintuply mysteriously sexy triple shot no-foam soy milk latte. Mmmm, sexy...

Best T-Shirts EVAR!

I just found some of the absolute best t-shirts EVAR! I'd love to buy one, but they're all so wonderfully delicious, I just can't decide... Plus, they're a little beyond my price range (they're actually pretty good prices for t-shirts but I'm dirt poor). The t-shirts are for a comic called Questionable Content. I've been a long time reader but I never had any idea that they had such awesome merch! Anyways, here's a link to QC and now I'm off to eat some home-grown, uncut banana bread. Oh yeah... Baby.

Oficially Creepy!

Once when I was sitting at a library computer, out of the corner of my eye, I see this old dude on an online casino. But he's not playing. He's just staring at this add for porn on the site. It was just... Eugh...

Another thing was something my brother just told me. He's been having this reoccurring dream where he's got this big-ass heart-shaped scab right in the middle of his chest. He got it by falling on a rock. For some reason, my bro has gotta pick of the scab. Apparently it doesn't hurt to pick of the scab, but under the scab its all bloody and disgusting. Gross sounding, eh?

I once had a dream where everything was in comic book art with comic book characters. I think it was actually just Jason. So not actually comic characters. Anyways, there was this dude in a big truck driving in the middle of the night when suddenly Jason comes out of no where, lands on the truck, pulls the guy out of the truck through the window (Ouch!) and eats his head! Jason did some other bad things in that dream, all directed toward truckers. Jason just had something against truckers. Maybe one ran over his dog?

La Sob

I've got this little picture in my room of a little boy jumping over a candle. When I look at the picture, in my head the candle turns into a giant camp fire and the boys pants catch on fire. Then it just skips to the part where the boy's rolling on the ground, completely engulfed in fire. Then, when I try to cheer myself up, I stick a unicorn in the picture. But then a bear eats the unicorn. Then I start to cry... *Sob*... But seriously, I'm really scared of getting set on fire, or burning alive. Thats why I'm afraid of a giant camp fire hiding under my bed. For some reason, fire is just so damn entertaining. So I play with matches or burn paper in my kitchen sink. But then I realize I might set myself on fire (probably not gonna happen, but still!). Oh, and the bear eating the unicorn never happens. But last night I was singing a song about a unicorn called Fred getting eaten by a bear named Ted!

Big News

I just wanted to let y'all know that I started a little news column on the side bar. Each article of news is in a different color because I can't make a god damned space between each thing.

Deep...

I wonder what happens to you when you die? Maybe the entire world was just a big figment of your imagination and when you die, so does the rest of the world... Maybe everyone has their own little world where we all exist but the world is completely different for them and things are just sort of translated from one person's world to another's... Maybe Henry's world is just a big puddle of mud or something, and there's a completely language (or languages) and things like the T.V. or the car were never invented. That would just be freaky... An entire world created by your subconscious... If that were true, what I'm writing right now could be completely altered according to the readers universe of reality... Hey, maybe you don't just make the world, maybe you make the entire universe! The thing is, if that was true, wouldn't it be impossible to verify if it was true? You'll never be certain if this is true because, while all the people still exist, what they see, say, hear, feel and know is completely altered. I say car, you hear scrshcalln or something you can't even pronounce with the human tongue. Maybe Henry says things with his stomach! and it means something totally different, perhaps some sort of other commonly-used mode of transport

Back on the subject of dying, maybe you really do go to some sort of after-life. Or maybe you get reincarnated. Maybe, instead of creating the physical world that you live in, you create the after-world. I gotta stop writing, I'm giving myself a head ache...