Gekigan FLARE!
Maybe some of you have noticed how totally unreliable I can be, and I don't know but I gotta say, you're right. I find iut functionally amusing that I use this journal forever, then as soon as my wife gets me a paid account, I stop writing in it and only post here to say something baout my website being updated.
Speaking of which, did I massively cop out or what? Well, there is gonna be some new content on Ogrespace eventually... video stuff, but I need to get off Earthlink first... and let's face it, without some exceptionally qualified lube, that will be difficult.
Life, life... uhm, yeah life. Life is life. In fact, it is so life-like, it might even be called live. A simple equation goes Life + Living = Living Life... I know, big surprise huh? But a lot of people seem to miss that, somehow.
Holidays were filled with relatives, abandoned civil war forts, interstates and sausages. I managed to board a battleship and not declare war on any Middle East country, so already I am doing better than the President. Really George, you got to learn to control these little outbursts.
School is one of those amazing things that amazes the amazed. If it werent so amazing, I would be amazed and then all of you would be amazed at my amazement. Much like the band Our Lady Peace said, talking is just masterbating without the mess. But I like school, and I am glad it is almost over. My GPA slipped a little (now at an 89.75% or somesuch) from last month, mainly because of a couple of flubbed tests. All of my practical work was so good that I ended up doing pretty well in the class. This month, I have two courses... 1)Directing and 2) Media and Society. Course number one is fun, inspired, and really interesting. Course number two is what I expect to find in my ass crack after getting but drilled by the starting line of the New York Jets after a testicular cancer convention.
The apartment is a place that I live in, and it consits of walls and halls filled with the sweet, sweet taste of freedom. Yay America! YAY! (Editor's Note: The part was added in so that the apartment is not declared a terrorist state by the government.)
If Cameron doesn't get his copy of FFXI soon, then that's it. Jyhad, mother fucker. Jyhad.
Maggie. Yeah, you know I gotta talk about her. Maggie... how can I express myself without using the same old words and the same expressions. After a few months, it gets hard to find new ways to tell someone you love them. So here is my new and inventive way: I love you. I guess that really does say it all, right?
I am going to keep this entry in the positive, so all that I am going to say about Deva is that I love her and hope to see her soon.
Alright, so there are some words for all you mother fuckers out there. Keep it real, obey your thirst, operators are standing by, the heartbeat of america, boobies.
Ogie Wan Kennobi
Speaking of which, did I massively cop out or what? Well, there is gonna be some new content on Ogrespace eventually... video stuff, but I need to get off Earthlink first... and let's face it, without some exceptionally qualified lube, that will be difficult.
Life, life... uhm, yeah life. Life is life. In fact, it is so life-like, it might even be called live. A simple equation goes Life + Living = Living Life... I know, big surprise huh? But a lot of people seem to miss that, somehow.
Holidays were filled with relatives, abandoned civil war forts, interstates and sausages. I managed to board a battleship and not declare war on any Middle East country, so already I am doing better than the President. Really George, you got to learn to control these little outbursts.
School is one of those amazing things that amazes the amazed. If it werent so amazing, I would be amazed and then all of you would be amazed at my amazement. Much like the band Our Lady Peace said, talking is just masterbating without the mess. But I like school, and I am glad it is almost over. My GPA slipped a little (now at an 89.75% or somesuch) from last month, mainly because of a couple of flubbed tests. All of my practical work was so good that I ended up doing pretty well in the class. This month, I have two courses... 1)Directing and 2) Media and Society. Course number one is fun, inspired, and really interesting. Course number two is what I expect to find in my ass crack after getting but drilled by the starting line of the New York Jets after a testicular cancer convention.
The apartment is a place that I live in, and it consits of walls and halls filled with the sweet, sweet taste of freedom. Yay America! YAY! (Editor's Note: The part was added in so that the apartment is not declared a terrorist state by the government.)
If Cameron doesn't get his copy of FFXI soon, then that's it. Jyhad, mother fucker. Jyhad.
Maggie. Yeah, you know I gotta talk about her. Maggie... how can I express myself without using the same old words and the same expressions. After a few months, it gets hard to find new ways to tell someone you love them. So here is my new and inventive way: I love you. I guess that really does say it all, right?
I am going to keep this entry in the positive, so all that I am going to say about Deva is that I love her and hope to see her soon.
Alright, so there are some words for all you mother fuckers out there. Keep it real, obey your thirst, operators are standing by, the heartbeat of america, boobies.
Ogie Wan Kennobi