Diary of a Madman

Long Story Short

Fri, 22 Jun 2007 04:56:46 GMT

So I went on an organized bike ride tonight, and I am now the proud owner of a 400cc breast implant.

Free WoW update

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 09:46:58 GMT

Alright, I've found probably the best of all the free WoW servers. This server that I located has the following:

• ~350-450 people online consistently
• Increased xp rate, so quick leveling
• Increased gold drop rate / increased item drop rate (some things drop multiple blues)
• Portals at the entrance to each capitol city leading to every other capitol city
• Custom Gear Vendors in Ironforge and Orgrimmar that sell all gear ranging from Dungeon set 1 (Lightforge etc) to Tier 6 epics.

And yes, you can download burning crusade for free from blizzard. Just download it for the "free 10-day trial" then instead of using their servers, you just use the free server.

http://www.wowstatus.net/detail.php?server=270345

That is the link to the server info.

World of Warcraft... FOR FREE!

Sat, 09 Jun 2007 02:30:12 GMT

**** UPDATE AGAIN ****

Alright, so we found an even more awesome server. In this server you kill one thing and BOOM you're level 70.

The only trying task from there on out, is getting yourself some decent gear. But, money is pretty free flowing, so Bryan and I are cruising around on our shiny new epic flying mounts.

You guys don't know what you're missing. ;)

STARCRAFT 2

Sat, 19 May 2007 08:50:37 GMT

Just so you all know, Blizzard announced StarCraft 2 today at their event in Korea. Just go to www.blizzard.com to check it out!

"Carrier has arrived."

Innocence Has A Power Evil Cannot Imagine

Sun, 21 Jan 2007 08:01:50 GMT

So tonight Alison and I headed out to the movies to check out Pan's Labyrinth.

Wow.

That's really all I can say as a quick summary to the movie. To be more lengthy, this movie is essentially (in the words of Roger Ebert) "...a fairy tale for grown-ups." It contains the aspects of fairy tales that modern movies have neglected. Fairy tales are not all princesses and castles and happily ever after's. They do not always contain bright and cheerful scenery, or true honest friends. True fairy tales are sinister and dark, at every turn there is peril, everyone you encounter can help or hinder you, no one is to be fully trusted. And at the heart of every fairy tale, there lies a villain, so evil that the audience can even look upon with hatred and disgust.

Pan's Labyrinth captures this perfectly.

It is the story of a young girl and her pregnant mother, sent to live with her step-father at his military encampment in Spain during the clean-up operation that was conducted after the Spanish Civil War. The father is cold and uncaring to Ofelia, the young girl, as she is not truly his daughter, and pays his attention towards his unborn son. Ofelia is left to seek refuge in the only place she finds comfort, her books of fairy tales. As time draws on, we are left to follow Ofelia as the world of reality and make-believe begin to merge for her, where there is no real knowledge of where fantasy ends and real life begins.

I don't want to give any details, because I think that would be robbing this story of some value, but I highly suggest checking it out if you want a true vision of how a fairy tale should be. It is in limited release, and is thus not playing in Bellingham, I don't believe, so you may have to road trip to Vancouver, but it's worth it. If you're a fan of Lord of the Rings, or *gag* Harry Potter, you will definitely find enjoyment in this film.

A last warning however, this movie is rated R, and with good reason. It is violent, it includes swearing, and at times includes some "thriller" moments. This movie is also in Spanish, with English subtitles, however, the issue of language isn't even noticable after the first few minutes of the film.

http://www.panslabyrinth.com/

Check out the website, check out the trailer, check out the movie. ; )

The end of the world.... of Warcraft.

Wed, 17 Jan 2007 06:06:44 GMT

So I picked up Burning Crusade the other day at the 12am launch. Any of you who played WoW but have thus quit may want to reconsider... The quest rewards for the first area through the Dark Portal outclassed 75% of the gear my warlock was wearing at level 60! And the sick part? The quest rewards are greens!

Long story short. I've gone from +100 spell damage to +300 in a matter of a few quests.

You know you want to play. Give in to your true feelings. ;)

PS: Most of you have no idea what I just said, but that doesn't really matter. Just know that it means good things!

Nintendo Wii

Mon, 20 Nov 2006 00:12:18 GMT

OMG. We have Wii. I'm selling mine on eBay. Lollercaust fuckers. :D

And that's what I think of that.

Fri, 29 Sep 2006 06:53:57 GMT

/point

/lol

Legal

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 07:44:33 GMT

So, as of right now, I sit in my computer chair slowly sipping my Smirnoff Triple Black (of which I legally purchased at Safeway 20 minutes ago), enjoying the beauty of being 21 and being completely legal.

Though I can say it did take some of the danger out of it as I strolled down the alcohol aisle, facing absolutely no fear of being questioned by the store employees.

Wait... what am I saying? Regretting turning 21?! Hell no! Sucks to be all of you!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!

Bitches.

Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying or Something of the Sort

Mon, 08 May 2006 05:28:18 GMT

Well golly gee everybody! It's been one more weekend here up at dubya-dubya-ewe, and that brings us so much closer to the end I can almost taste it! =D So many things are going on now as the year is winding down, I feel almost like just putting everything on pause because I haven't had any John time!! And we all know that it's good just to get some time to yourself now and again! ; ) At any rate, it's been another weekend, there were some fun times, some sad times, and some of those times that just make you want to pull out all your hair and go run around the block or write a song!

Let's see, so Friday I got out of class and decided just to take it easy, it's been a stressful week and I just felt like taking some time to unwind. Alison and I decided that since it'd been a difficult week, we'd go out and treat ourselves to a nice relaxing dinner date out at Stanello's down in Fairhaven. For any of you who haven't eaten there, boy, that food sure is good! We engaged in quite deep but oh-so-fun conversation as we snacked away on our delectable collection of mozerlla sticks, caesar salads, and copious amounts of coke (no rum this time all you alcoholics! =D )!! That night we headed back to the room and watched some DVD's of Dane Cook that I had in my room since we couldn't decide on what movie we wanted to watch! It was hilarious regardless and we laughed and laughed! Ah.. good times!

Saturday I was lazy, I didn't roll out of bed til nearly 3 in the afternoon! And I hadn't even had anything to drink the night before!! ; ) I felt as though I had taken a coma. After finally getting to my senses, and taking a shower, (both of which were quite difficult after coming out of my hibernation) Bryan, Alison, and I decided to go out and get some food to eat. We drove down to Haggen and Bryan ordered some Pad Thai from Busara, not gonna lie, I was a little jealous! ; ) Alison and I decided that we were feeling some processed meat a little more than noodles so we picked up a couple corn dogs from the Haggen deli. I don't care what anybody thinks, corn dogs are just plain good! =D We headed back to Busara after about 15 min since the lady had told Bryan his food would be done in 20. We get there, and what do you know, it was done! That wily counter-help! Done quicker than we had expected! We hopped back in my car and headed back to campus. I got a spot on the wall again! Hooray! That night, Alison and I headed to Denny's to grab some dessert. I had a delicious piece of cheesecake and she nearly overdosed on chocolate from her hot fudge brownie a la mode! Yum! We headed back to campus once the void in our guts had been filled with some good old fashioned diner quality dessert and plopped down on the couch to watch what was on TV. We managed to catch an old Alfred Hitchcock movie called "Shadow of a Doubt." Gosh I was really on the edge of my seat the whole time!! Up until the ending when, well, I'm not going to spoil it for all you who haven't seen it out there! =D

So today I got up around 1pm and took a shower. Alison and I decided to go grab a late lunch / early dinner in the form of breakfast at, you guessed it you sleuth you, Denny's!! I had an original grandslam consisting of an oh-so-scrumptious assortment of pancakes, sausages, eggs and bacon oh my!! Alison opted for the french toast slam, which is just the same except you have to swap the pancakes for french toast. We then drove down to Blvd Park and sat on some rocks and listened to this crazy guitar guy play his guitar and sing his own strange songs, not very well might I add. Kinda made me wish I had brought my guitar down to the park and we could've had a duel like in "Deliverance"! =D We headed back to the dorm and got set up to watch Desperate Housewives and then head to bed.

So here I sit typing out my story to all of you out there in cyberspace willing to listen to my crazy life! Gosh, I've got a lot on my plate this week! I'm going to be one busy little worker ant this week as I tunnel my way through the piles and piles of work I've got!! I'm off, don't have too much fun out there you crazy kids! And have a relaxing week before mother's day!!

O, sir, content you.

Thu, 04 May 2006 10:42:33 GMT

O, sir, content you.
I follow him to serve my turn upon him.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot truly be followed. You shall mark
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave
That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
For naught but provender; and when he's old--cashiered.
Whip me such honest knaves! Others there are
Who, trimmed in forms and visages of duty,
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves
And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
Do well thrive by them; and when they have lined their coats,
Do themselves homage. These fellows have some soul,
And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir,
It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago.
In following him, I follow but myself.
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end;
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In complement extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at. I am not what I am.

Demand me nothing. What you know, you know.
From this time forth I never will speak a word.

Risky Business

Wed, 12 Apr 2006 10:33:10 GMT

Operation: 'Mitsu 7-Zero' is now in effect. Please stand by.

For Super Happy Fun Time, Click Link Below

Mon, 13 Feb 2006 21:32:46 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/p.swf?video_id=kKGxaol4qws&eurl=&iurl=ht

Hit the play button on the bottom bar.
You may have to refresh the page a few times to get it to work, the video is kinda tempermental.

Another Story

Tue, 17 Jan 2006 11:34:44 GMT

So here's another piece of writing for you all to enjoy... Essentially this is a thriller/suspense piece, and it is, like always, very unfinished.

The Looking Glass

Charles Jackman stared blankly at the reflective pane before him. Never before in his years of experience had he come across such an amazing specimen. This was the sort of discovery that most archaeologists dream of, yet it had by no consequence at all, merely fallen into his lap. Removed from its unmarked wood encasing, polished with the finest of oils, stood a brilliant mirror. Six feet in heighth, three in width, adorned with a myriad of mythical figures carved from the golden framing. The glisten of the gold in the light seemed as though this artifact had been untouched by time from the day of its forging. From quick observations, the mirror was dated to around the 10th century AD. A royal artifact perhaps? Loyal servant to a distant King? Though magnificient as it were standing before him, Charles could not bear to shake the eerie gaze from the mirrors central element, a single saphire eye atop the fine artwork, centrally located between the large gleaming spires on the edges of the frame. The eye enveloped the light from the room and deflected its haunting gaze upon all standing near it.

“So, Charlie my boy, what is this urgent find you have come across?”

“Oh, Doctor Johanson! Doctor Crane! I didn’t hear come in!”

Doctor James Johanson, a middle aged portly man, well dressed yet slightly unkempt stood adjacent to his coleague Doctor Stefan Crane, a thin, pale man of no more than five foot six. Both men worked for the Oxford Institute of Archaeological Studies near Charles’ London residence. Charles had attended the institution as a young man, prepping himself for the world ahead.

“Charlie, we haven’t all day” interjected Crane.

“Ah yes, gentlemen, I know you’re puzzled as to why I have called you hear on such short notice, but speaking quite honestly, I am nearly as puzzled as you.”

“Charlie, I truly will be unhappy if you’ve called us out our appointments for nothing...”

“No, I apologize James, it’s just quite difficult for me to put my finger on, you see, I returned home from a trip to the market earlier on this morning to find a crate awaitng me at the doorstep.”

“A crate Charlie? Truly you’ve called us out for more than a misplaced food delivery.”

“Crane, please give me a chance to speak. With no easy feat of strength I moved the crate within my house and opened it, and to my amazement, it contained an artifact that I had never seen nor read of in any of our books or studies! Gentlemen, this artifact is the most fascinating piece of ancient history that has never been mentioned! I urge you, please look upon it!”

The men turned their gaze in the direction of Charles’ gesture. To their amazement stood an enormous mirror, a masterpiece of medieval art. Silence befell the men as they laid eyes upon the mirror.

“Why... I’ve never seen anything like it!” spouted Crane, “The engravings, are almost real, and that eye! This must be worth a fortune!”

“Now-now Stefan, let us not get ahead of ourselves, how can we even be sure that this is real? It could be an elaborate hoax, how old did you say you believe it to be Charlie?”

“Nearly a milenia, the engravings are indicative of the time period, I’ve been unable to run any further comparisons, you see I called as soon as I--”

“Yes-yes, Hmmmm... This is quite an unusual piece, though I believe I have heard of something similar to it. Ha, couldn’t be though, that was mere folk tale. Charlie my boy, I believe you have recieved an extravagant replica of an element in an old story. Seems that an adoring fan believes you might appreciate it. Come along Crane, you musn’t drool over that which is a forgery.”

“But Doctor Johanson! The figures, the detail!”

“Nonsense Charlie, it looks as if were made yesterday, surely if it were a milenia old we would see some form of aging. At any rate if you so feel the need to look into this, you can stop by my office in the morning, I belive I can locate the book which should give you a little insight as to the creation of this piece. But as for now, all I can advise is for you to enjoy your new looking glass. Come Crane.”

“Good day Charles, I do hope you look into that, I am sure I can find a buyer if you’d like me to be your antique broker, I’d take just a fraction of the earnings and think Charles! Fame! Fortune! Keep it in mind. Good day.”

“Good day sirs, and Doctor Johanson, I shall be in your office first thing in the morning expecting that book you promised.”

Johanson nodded with a casual smile, ruffling his bushy mustache. The men tipped their hats and exitted Charles’ small flat. As the door closed, he turned his attention once again upon the mirror. He swore that it was not a forgery as Johanson had suggested. But who sent it? Why did it come to him, of all people? These questions and more streamed through his mind, puzzled and confused Charles broke his stare with the mirror and headed to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Tea, this is what he needed to calm his nerves. Tea, and possibly a bit of rum. Outside the five o’ clock patrol strolled down the left side of the street, waved to old Mrs. Wanstrum and continued his way to the corner where upon he made a sharp left turn and headed down past the beggars of the mid-town park. Charles’ mind began to wander as he gazed down upon the street below.

The kettle screamed abruptly jarring him from his day dreams, pulling him back to reality. He quickly removed the shrieking copper teapot from his stove, hastily pouring its steaming contents into his finest china teacup, paying careful attention to his aim so as not to have scald himself as he had so many careless times before. Milk and sugar, two lumps. He then retired to his parlor with a deshevled copy of The Daily Post to read before preparing his supper. It had begun to rain again, and as he read in the paper it was expected to keep up for the next few days. Sometimes he wondered why, with so much rain, had the British Isles not been swallowed up by the sea entirely. He chuckled at the thought and flipped through the pages in search of something of interest. Nothing struck his fancy, so it was off to the kitchen again to prepare a serving of leftover ham for a simple supper. It seemed so empty to eat alone every night. Any ordinary person of his age would have surely gone mad by this time, but it had never bothered Charles. He found that often without a woman around he could concentrate more to his works. Still even he yearned for a little attention, or at least a little help in preparing the meals. A touch of humor was always nice.

The clock in the parlor chimed eight, Charles gathered the empty dishes and placed them within the basin, ready for wash when he had the chance. He returned to the entryway, where he had left the mirror to examine it in fuller detail. As his eyes wandered the carvings his mind began to ponder the unusual piece. The detail was astonishing, the care in production, the awe inducing glory of such a wonderful artifact, yet there was no sign of age. Perhaps Johanson was correct. But even then, one is left to wonder how anyone could have come across such a unique design, let alone the material to make it. And why of all places had someone gifted such an amazing thing to his doorstep? The reflective pane of the mirror itself was so brilliantly polished that it seemed as though it could reflect objects that didn’t exist. The sheer beauty of the reflection left Charles staring blankly into it, caught in the hypnotic glare of the eye. The serpentine figures writhing around the legs of the mirror were so finely chiselled that Charles could hardly differentiate whether or not they were truly alive. His eyes trailed upwards along the edge of the mirror, noting the various shapes etched onto its surface, small cherubs, winged beasts. Charles feared that such carvings could spring to life and fly off the frame!

“No need to think so deeply into it Charlie,” he muttered to himself, “it is like Johanson said afterall, nothing more than a forgery. Afterall, I think my parlor would look quite nice with such an extraordinary looking glass.”

Charles stood up and turned to walk from the room, an unusual force propelled him to whirl around and gaze upon the mirror. The saphire imbued within the eye appeared to give off a glow of light in the otherwise dark room. Charles had not noticed this before. Confused of his abrupt urge to look upon the eye, Charles gathered himself and once again turned to exit the room. This time his curiosity did not better him, he continued on his way down the hall to his bedroom. The warmth of the sheets always comforted him at night, yet tonight seemed different. Tossing and turning all through the night, thrashing to flee from an unknown darkness, all was not well. He awoke multiple times with the uneasy feeling that he was not alone, yet as he wandered his halls there was not a soul to be found. Only a few smoldering candles, the light of the moon, and the looking glass. The clock in the parlor chimed three, Charles returned to his bed in hopes to escape the fleeting dreams of torment he had been facing in his prior sleep. He climbed beneath the covers, closed his eyes, and drifted off.

The next morning Charles awoke sharply by the sound of an enormous crash from the street below. He rushed to his window to see what had happened only to discover that there had been a minor motorcar colision in attempt to avoid what appeared to be a mangy black cat, no doubt one of old Mrs. Wanstrum’s. He turned to the clock on his bedside table, it read seven o’ six. Ah! Doctor Johanson! Charles lept out of bed to gather up a presentable outfit to wear to his meeting with Johanson later on that morning. After he had assembled a clean suit with his finest leather shoes, Charles headed to the kitchen to put the kettle on for his morning tea. It never failed him to drink tea every morning. Tea and perhaps some toast, lightly browned with strawberry jam. He removed a cup from the cupboard to the right of his stove, dusted out the inside and placed it gingerly on the counter. The kettle shrieked, Charles removed it from the stove top and cautiously poured himself a cup of the steaming brew. Milk and sugar, two lumps. He walked to the front and . . . [end for now]

So that's that.

Garbage Men and Psychos

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 11:53:26 GMT

Here's a screenplay I wrote a while back, it's unfinished. So if you've any complaints, too bad?

Garbage Men and Psychos

The following screenplay is written as an inner monologue
The video is silent, the audio is dubbed over creating
the sense of thought and a deeper meaning sought by the character.

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Shot on clock, alarm echoes,
flash to boy (16) lying in bed with eyes open
Boy gets up, walks out of room
Bathroom, standing shirtless in front of mirror
turns away, fade to black

Speaker: It’s 5 o clock in the morning. No one’s awake at this time in the morning, no one except garbage men and psychos. Oh, but don’t misunderstand, I’m awake at 5 o clock in the morning. Why? To fulfill my part in the constant, monotonous circle of our world. And for what cause? My own interests? My parents? No one knows. Everyone is always up and running to maintain order but never gaining ground.

Standing at the bus stop from across the street
Shot right next to face, profile view
fade to black

It’s 6:42 am. I’m waiting at the bus stop, as I was yesterday, and every other day before that, and every other day from here on at this time. I’ve got my cd player set to repeat, Sublime, irony at its finest.

Walking down bus, view from back of bus, throws back into chair
Camera view from side, turn and look out window
fade to black

It’s 7:03 am. The bus has finally arrived, late as usual, and on I go. On to another joyous 7 hours of learning pleasure. The seat’s cold, nothing new.

[SCHOOL SESSION WRITE IN LATER]

View from front of bus, looking back
fade to black

It’s 3:14 pm. Another bus ride, this time to the local fair grounds where I work. Work. For what? Money? Happiness? I take tickets at the ferris wheel, be assured neither is found there.

Standing, waist up taking tickets, ferris wheel in back ground
cross dissolve of lights spinning round on ferris wheel
fade to black

It’s 9:42 pm. Everyone is so anxious to board. One ticket, enjoy your ride. One ticket, enjoy your ride. Round and round she goes, where she stops nobody knows. Just another endless circle like life, everyone going ‘round but getting no where. Admit one fat fairgoer, admit one fat hamster.

Lying in bed, view from above at an angle
Cross dissolve to up close, roll over
fade to black

It’s 11:17pm. Today is finally over. Here is the chance to escape, the one opportunity. To sleep, perchance to dream, whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous torment, to be or not to be. That is the question.

Shot on clock, alarm echoes,
flash to boy (16) lying in bed with eyes open
Boy gets up, walks out of room
Bathroom, standing shirtless in front of mirror
turns away, fade to black

It’s 5 o clock in the morning. No one is awake at this time in the morning, no one except garbage men and psychos. Oh but don’t misunderstand, I’m awake at 5 o clock in the morning.

Flash to parking lot,
boy sitting in driver's seat of car
Looks in the mirror

It’s 7:14 am. I’m sitting in the local McDonalds parking lot. I’m not going to school today. I’m not going to school any other day. I go inside. There are 23 people in the restaurant, each enjoying their egg mcmuffin. Each enjoying their part of this ongoing circle. I go back out to the car. Funny how dad leaves the keys lying around. I get into the glove box and pull out his pistol.

The clock says 7:19 am. I go back into the McDonald’s, and remove the pistol from my coat pocket.

I have just ruined everyone’s egg mcmuffin.
Oh, but don’t misunderstand, I am no garbage man.

What you say?!

Wed, 26 Oct 2005 08:53:02 GMT

Vin Diesel raped me 9 times.

Might give more infor tomorrow.

Extraordinarily Ordinary

Sat, 20 Aug 2005 03:22:05 GMT

I wrote this in about 25 minutes today. Why? Bored and I had an idea, thus I ran with it. So if you would like to read it, go ahead. You can be a private screening, so to speak. And if you don't want to read it, then don't click the link. It's not rocket science.

Claude looked down upon his watch. 9:16am. Seconds were taking hours, minutes were taking days! Now this wasn’t the case in actuality. For in reality, time moved at it’s normal, or what we can consider normal, constant speed. One second was merely one second, and sixty of them added up to a minute. Yet in times of intense emotional duress, life may seem to drag by. This, incidentally, was the case in the world of Claude on this particular Tuesday morning.

Tuesdays. Claude had never quite got the knack of Tuesdays. They were the most unwelcome day of the week for him. Monday meant the weekend had ended and it was back to daily grind. One could be slightly excited for Monday since you’ve had the weekend to recover from whatever ailments may have befallen you, and on Monday you can share your stories with those you only see in the week. Tuesday, however, this is not the case. All the stories from the previous day have been exhausted and it’s too early in the week to begin discussing your observations of the odd colors of Mrs. Clancy’s floral print blouse, or the awkward method that Joe from across the office always has the unnerving tendency to walk too close and often rub up upon those passing by in a slightly disturbing, yet strangely intriguing manner.

Now all this would matter if Claude actually had anything remotely close to, say, a job. For in the current state of things Claude was generally unemployed. The true case lay in the fact that Claude was simply lazy. No real excuse. He had the education, or what you could call education. Four years in college had truly paid off for Claude. This would be admirable had it been in an institution engineered for four year students, rather than two. But at any rate Claude was well prepared, but frankly a bit of a slouch. Ah well, he liked it that way.

9:17am. Ah, it was working! Time flies when you’re having fun! Claude stared at his watch, which is a peculiar name for such an object because if you do what it’s name implies, you’re worse off than if you do the opposite. Claude had understood this, and pondered as to why anyone had given this object such an obscenely asinine name. Everyone knows you’re not supposed to actually watch a watch. For it’s a proven fact it will stop doing it’s job if you pay attention to it. Much like the attractive young girl who walked by every evening, you’ve merely got to take a glance now and again, and everything will be at ease with the world. There can be dire consequences should you be caught gawking for any extended time. For this reason Claude had taken to calling it a dontWatch, but it only served in confused looks and uncomfortable silences when he queried as to whether anyone was wearing a dontWatch and if they could kindly tell him the time.

9:17am. Damn! So thoughts on watches had seemingly slowed time to a crawl, perhaps he had been staring at it too closely. What to do, what to do. He sifted through some unopened letters. The usual junk mail: Publisher’s Clearing House pamphlets, credit card bills, traffic violations, the typical spam of the United States Postal Service. “Claude,” he thought, “is such a terrible name.” And it was true. Claude was not an attractive name by any means. It did not have that dashing sound that sweeps women off their feet. Antonio... Fabio... Justin... Hell, even the name Jebediah was more dashing than Claude, at least it had that air of southern roots and good home cookin’. He always disliked gardening due to the blatant fact that a joined mass of dirt was often referred to by his name. Claude Pritchardt. Now that’s even more nonsensical. His name didn’t even balance well. The former was too soft and the latter was too sharp. There was no true flow to saying his name. He had considered at one point going by his middle name, though that wasn’t much better realizing it really wouldn’t get him anywhere. The name Reginald isn’t all too common in typical American society. And besides, Reggie? Now that’s just silly. To make matters worse for Claude Reginald Pritchardt, it was an important and interesting fact that his father had too been named Claude Reginald Pritchardt, as with his father before him. So to sum up the whole mess, poor Claude was trapped with an undeniably grandiose and quite unfortunate name. Claude Reginald Pritchardt the Third. Thankfully this was not the dark ages, and no one frankly cared where you originated anymore. For Claude Reginald Pritchardt the Third of Northern Wisconsin truly would have been the icing on the cake.

9:16am. Bloody Hell! Wrong clock. 9:18am. Claude could barely resist anymore, he could feel the anxiety welling up inside of him. Had he done it right? Would he receive good news? Not long now he thought, and everything would be all right. He glanced into a window near him. His hair had taken on a healthy shine over the past couple days. Many people strive for this effect, and spend great deals of money in fancy salons in an effort to have some other human with torturous sharp objects recreate this look for them. Claude discovered he could duplicate this look much more naturally, true there was a bit of an odor now and again, but why spend money when it’s something as simple as not showering?

9:19am. It can be said that 9:19 is a truly interesting and peculiar time. Because it only happens twice a day, and that is, afterall, quite uncommon in our current time system. Claude pondered this for exactly forty-seven seconds before glancing at his watch again.

9:20am. At last! The time had come! Claude rushed across the bedroom, sprinted through the living room, and at last darted into his kitchen. This would seem far more dramatic had the lot of them not simply been the same room, and had he not been standing within arm’s reach of his destination. Claude reached out nervously, and remembered what had happened in the unfortunate last incident when he did not exercise much caution. Slowly, and ever so carefully he reached inside, removed his reward, and sunk his teeth into his low grade toaster pastry freshly exhumed from it’s toaster-oven tomb.

Claude Reginald Pritchardt the Third is not anything out of the usual of what you would expect from your average middle-aged man. He stands not quite six feet in height, weighs not quite two hundred pounds, and dresses not quite well. He is mild mannered and of medium intelligence. He’s not the life of the party, nor is he a social recluse. He has fair hair, and brownish eyes. He is not what you could consider an attractive man, but he is definitely not bait for admission tickets at the local circus. He drives a beige four door sedan, without the real need for four doors. The man at the lot he bought it from had told him it was a "real eyesore" and "I wouldn't buy that one if I were you, let's go look at these over here." Just the sales pitch Claude needed, nothing fantastic, just straight to the point. Forget the bells and whistles, he liked it that way. For you see, Claude Reginald Pritchardt the Third is the world’s most extraordinarily ordinary man. And that’s just the way it is.

* * * * *

Claude tore off a bite of the steaming pop-strudel, burned his tongue, shifted the contents to the roof of his mouth burning it, quickly Claude hyperventilated in a manner that would make a lamaze instructor beam with pride, swallowed the flaming strawberry pastry, and in doing so, burned his throat. He swore quietly to himself, took another bite, and replayed the previous scenario. It had become a bit of a game Claude played. Much like the physical abuse endured by crossing the coals in many tribal societies, Claude felt that withstanding an excruciating burn to the oral region he would somehow prove his masculinity. This, sadly, was never much of the case and only really caused mild discomfort requiring a quick dousing of milk, or even more insultingly, reheated coffee. Coffee, it seemed, was one of the few things Claude felt was concrete in his world. He didn’t particularly like the stuff, he rather detested it. By the time he’d finished preparing it there was more cream than coffee and enough sugar to send the Trix rabbit reeling into a diabetic trance. Regardless the preparation, it still seemed that everyone was drinking it, and thus is must somehow be of value.

After torturously consuming a couple more bites of the pop-strudel, Claude picked the box off the table and glanced over the illustrations of childish wonderment present on the casing. Now, Claude’s table was more or less a counter, and even more or less so a non-working television set, but that’s beyond the point as of late. Strawberry. “These are quite possibly the most vile strawberries I have ever tasted.” thought Claude as he wondered about the flavor listing on the front cover of the box. On the back of the box there depicted a scene with a rather gleeful looking pop-strudel presented with the name of “Strudel Samson” and his arch-nemesis, or so it would seem, “Toaster Ted.” Now it would appear that Toaster Ted had stolen Strudel Samson’s magic berries and hid them quite obviously on the back cover of the box in hopes that Samson would be too inept to discover there locations. Everyone with half a brain knows that cartoon mascots are quite incapable of locating the most obviously placed hidden objects, Toaster Ted, knowing this, monopolized quite well on it. Claude wondered if perhaps the missing magic berries attributed to the wretched taste of the current strawberries, but even more so wondered as to why Strudel Samson was so fixated on rescuing his berries instead of defending his brethren from their fate in the searing inferno of Toaster Ted’s head. That seemed to be a bit more pressing than where the hell his berries had gone. Besides, he smiled too much. Claude didn’t like that.

This overly happy expression slightly disturbed Claude. Perhaps Samson did know his fate, but was too maladroit about life to do much about it. This uncanny happiness almost caused Claude to stop biting into Samson’s relative, seeing as the red filling made this whole situation somewhat more realistic. Ah well. Claude took another bite. Goldfish crackers. Those wily little bastards always got to Claude. He couldn’t eat them. Much like the smile present on the unusually happy pop-strudel, Samson, those Goldfish crackers were each individually stamped with a rather smug grin. This smile led Claude to believe that either the crackers were just happy to meet their end in the confines of the digestive system of some more complex creature than they, or they knew something he didn’t know. And he did not trust these crackers, nor any crackers one bit. Not since the ‘Chicken in a Biscuit’ incident could Claude ever put trust in a cracker again. Something about birds being turned to powder and sprinkled on crackers didn’t bode well with the mind and stomach of Claude Reginald Pritchardt the Third. He turned the box over and continued reading.

The nutritional information always intrigued Claude. He enjoyed counting the number of substances that he had never heard of, nor pronounce that were found in this section of the box. The basics were all found here: malodextrin, soy lechitin, mixed tocopherols to retain freshness, anthrax, canola oil. Nothing out of the usual. But then Claude got to the part that rattled his cage. Reading further down he reached a line that read:

MAY CONTAIN TRACES OF: PEARS AND JEFF PRIESTLY

Claude froze. He stopped chewing. A small piece of half chewed strudel fell helplessly from his gaping mouth. This was an outrage! He nearly dropped his strudel, but having paid $2.64 for the box of them, he figured he might as well finish it. How could anyone commit such an atrocity?! Pear?! In a strawberry pop-strudel? Claude had to stop himself to reevaluate a portion of his life that he had since thought to be full and well. Never had he expected such a curve ball as this. The bit about Jeff Priestly didn’t bother him all too much. After all, these were the low grade knockoff strudels. You get what you pay for.

This brings us to the tragic tale of Jeff Priestly. Jeff Priestly was a good man, a great worker, and an even better father. He lived in the suburbs in a two story house, with his wife, two kids, and a dog. His house was clean and his yard was mowed, all kept within a tidy white picket fence. He was always prompt to work, never sped, never broke the rules. He was the first to arrive on the job and the last to leave. He spoke four languages, coached his son’s baseball team, and even had time to take his wife out to the shows on the weekend all in good time to return home and tuck the kids into bed by 9 o’ clock sharp. At which point Jeff would retire to his den, smoke his pipe, and read the daily paper before briskly heading off to sleep for another glorious day of his wonderfully perfect life. With all this said and done it’s a wonder that no one pushed him in the vat sooner.

The unfortunate demise of Jeff Priestly left the company with many loose ends to tie up. The most pressing of course rested on what to do with the newly cooked up batch of Jeff. Many ideas were kicked around until someone suggested creating a new, limited time only, pastry. ‘Cannibal Crepes - Now with more Jeff!’ Slogan and everything, the pastry was ready to hit store shelves aside from the obvious uprising from the food association. The pastry was criticized on many levels, moral and nutritional. It seemed that the nutrionalists were up in arms seeing as how they couldn’t find a suitable place on the food pyramid for Cannibal Crepes. The most convincing argument, and ultimately the fatal blow for Cannibal Crepes, resided in a protest that the name was misleading. It seemed that many shop owners felt that it was wrong to off the pastry promising “Now with more Jeff!” when in fact the pastry had never been offered with less Jeff. Therefore the name was misleading. The company agreed that this was a valid case, and decided against producing them, thus Cannibal Crepes were canned. However, this did not spell the end for pop-strudels featuring a healthy serving of Jeff Priestly, nay, these were packaged in the original packaging and shipped to corner stores run by thirteen generations of Asian immigrants. Much like the store in which Claude had picked them up in.

Claude took another bite of his pop-strudel. Today, he could feel, was going to be a good day.

* * * * *

Now, bear in mind, this is only in the first stages. I really don't know what lies in store for the future of this piece, nor do I really frankly care if things aren't perfect. It's less than a first draft. Adieu.

Green Day - September 26th

Fri, 19 Aug 2005 02:38:55 GMT

I'm giving in. Realizing how much money I've been making, and realize that a $50 concert ticket really isn't that bad to get the opporunity to view such an awesome live band, I've decided that I'm giving in. I'm going to the Green Day concert on September 26th. Will my parents know I'm going? Absolutely not. Going to a concert your first real week of school is not conducive to the learning environment, thus they disapprove. If anybody would like to go along, and not make me be the odd man out (which I am more than happy to be, it is Green Day) then let me know.

They have just now begun selling more GA (General Admission aka Pit) tickets online, so I'm hoping they've decided to cram more people in the dome than they are allowed to. Which I am very glad about, risk of a fire hazard always makes you enjoy a concert so much more. It's that whole adrenaline-rush-life-on-the-line sort of thing.

Tickets are $45 on ticketmaster.com + $8.60 for a convenience charge. I plan to drive to the Tacoma Dome to see if I can get them cheaper there. But personally, I think this is a concert worth going to. And I rarely go to concerts. So take that as a sign.

Life's a Beach

Mon, 18 Jul 2005 16:27:43 GMT

I'll be at the beach til Thursday. Family vacations, yeeha. So if anyone wonders why I have not been wasting my life away on the internet the next four days, well, that's why.

Those Damned Teenagers

Mon, 20 Jun 2005 21:16:32 GMT

Well, I bid all of you adieu, for as of today, I am no longer qualified to be referred to as one of "those damned teenagers." Yes, that is right, indeed I have reached my 20's, which is rather unsettling, because I'm really beginning to feel old. I have begun to notice this when I make pop culture references from "not long ago" and it turns out in reality, they truly are quite a while ago. I'll make a slight list of the pop culture references that make me feel really old, and how long ago they actually occurred.... This way possibly you all can feel a bit older as well. But not quite, because I am 20 and therefore, superior.

John's Feel-Old List of Ten Things

1. Super Nintendo - Released in 1991... SNES is 14 years old.
2. Power Rangers - First aired in 1994... Power Rangers is 11 years old.
3. Extreme Scream at the Puyallup Fair - The Extreme Scream was added to the Fair in 1999... Six years ago.
4. Mountain Dew Slam Can - The birth of "widemouth" popcans... 1996... 9 years ago.
5. "Yo Quiero Taco Bell" - The Taco Bell dog first barked that in 1997... 8 years ago.
6. Pokémon (Gameboy) - Released in the fall of 1998... Seven years ago.
7. Pogs - I was first taken in by Pogs in 2nd grade, 1993. 12 years ago.
8. The OJ Simpson Trail - 1995, 10 years old.
9. Titanic - Hit theaters in 1997... 8 years ago.
And Finally...
10. Goldeneye 007 - Released in 1996... That means Goldeneye is nearly a decade old...

Well, I hope you all have experienced a little bit of nostalgia... I know just writing this made me feel older. I'd really never stopped to think of all the thinks that have really happened in pop-culture through my life, but it was a refreshing reminder. It was nice to have a television as a child... : D

And for Tim, here's my Shuffled playlist, done on my iPod with the shuffle button... Just for kicks:
1.) Circle of Life - Elton John
2.) Rock Show - Paul McCartney and Wings
3.) Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground - The White Stripes
4.) Samwise the Brave - Lord of the Rings
5.) Money Bought - Nickleback
6.) In a Different Light - The Bangles
7.) Coquette - Paul McCartney
8.) Same Direction - Hoobastank
9.) That's All - Rod Stewart
10.) Jesus Nitelite - Eve 6
11.) Mairead - The Von Bondies
12.) Broken Home - Papa Roach
13.) The Young and the Hopeless - Good Charlotte
14.) Bitch - Stephen Lynch
15.) Why I don't Believe in God - Everclear
16.) Circles - Incubus
17.) Sugar & Spice - The Searchers
18.) Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus
19.) Perfect Situation - Weezer
20.) Heart Attack - Sum 41
21.) Jukebox Breakdown - Saves The Day
22.) No One Said it Would Be Easy - Sheryl Crow
23.) Rain City - Turin Brakes
24.) Mind Games - John Lennon
25.) Homecoming - Green Day

Phew... Green Day barely made it on there... Alright, I hope this has pacified everyone for a while. It's not everyday that I make an LJ post, so enjoy. Now I'm going to go lounge around and cope with sun burns. Adios all you young whipper-snappers!

The Absurdity of Imperfection

Mon, 16 May 2005 22:33:47 GMT

Never before had it occurred to me how simple it was to be the best in life. Had I known how easy it was, with such little effort, to become a grade A superior human being, why, I would have done so quite sometime ago! Too long have I lived behind this veil of fallacy, practicing such asinine traits as humility, sympathy, human compassion. Bah! None of these make up any part of the perfect human! Why, it is even err to call one human! For humanity in itself is flawed! Nay, none of the above are components of the perfect Entity. Blessed have I been to come under this revelation, this epiphany if you will. So fortunate am I to see this now, yet so downtrodden I feel for not having found this realization sooner. And now, dear reader, as my final act of generosity, I shall impart upon thee this knowledge. In this manner you too can partake in the wondrous world of perfection. Read on brave pupil, absorb this information so that you too may experience the joy and glory of perfection. Read on, my child, read on.

“Out, out damned spot! Such impurities shade thy glory!”

The first art we must master on our quest to become superior, is the power of arrogance. In order to come to the realization that one is a superior being, one must first realize that he is superior and at a higher level above his fellow brothers. For perfection cannot set in when one believes there are any that stand above him. Look within oneself, find all the great characteristics, and distort them to create a void between oneself, and those of the ordinary breed. A man apart, a league of his own, one must practice this aspect to truly stand above. Ne’er shall one stoop to the common level of others, for they are but pawns in the proverbial game chess that is life. Checkmate, my friend, jolly good show.

The next tool necessary to the palette of the artist is a strong sense of egotism. The ego can be the most powerful weapon, if used correctly. Realizing through the initial powers of arrogance that one is quite exceptional, the ego can further build upon that. Just think, your honor is long overdue! Knowing that one is more superior than others, in every measure of life, can greatly aid in the development of this perfect man. It is so humorous that others can even imagine to be close to what you have achieved! Once you’ve realized this, my friend, you can expand, truly lose yourself within your own personal glory. Ha! Who needs others! People are comical, in their struggle everyday to get along, move through life. Bah, if only they knew all their efforts dwindled in comparison to your excellence! This, my dearest pupil, sets you upon a pedestal. Nary shall you stoop down to those below you, why should you? Make it a point however to convey to others their imperfections. And if they feel the need to correct you, merely pass over their opinions and exclude them from any future opportunities to voice them. For who are they to question you? In this manner, you can aid them in realizing their potential as perfect human beings, of course, they could never quite reach the level that you are at my friend, once you have realized your power of ego.

“Waste not thine hour.”

The final and quite frankly strongest armament one must tote is an exaggerated sense of prejudice. With such great things occurring in one’s life, there isn’t a need to waste time with anyone or thing that appears a bore of any degree upon first glance. Understand that there are many in this world that are below you on the social ladder, and you have no obligation to show them the slightest time of day. Ah, but don’t misinterpret, by merely avoiding such people you convey a sense of self-absorption, and we all know that to be untrue! So think it a charity that you stoop occasionally to interact with the common folk. It can be quite entertaining to note their idiosyncrasies, and even humorous to laugh to yourself and note the flaws they possess. Fairly unfortunate that so many are not as blessed as you. Use this newfound sense of prejudice to arrange people on a sort of social pyramid, placing each in their own respected levels of importance, and show them attention accordingly. The lower one falls, the less respect should be shown, for you are doing them a favor allowing them to be a part of your social pyramid. Have no fear in hurting feelings, emotions are such fickle things, and needn’t be fret over.

Now, my brother, with this knowledge you too can set out to become a higher being. Remember to never look back, never bat an eye to those you leave in your wake. They shouldn’t have fallen there, or better yet, shouldn’t have stood in your way. But no worries, they’re not perfect, they make mistakes, you should expect that by now. It’s easy to spot the problems in others when one understands that he is in fact a perfect example of that which everyone should strive to achieve. Only when you have mastered these traits, good sir, only then can you truly stand out as a God amongst men. And with the utter and total zealotry of your ways, others may begin to realize how truly exceptional you are, and wish that there were a way that they too could experience such importance, such power, such perfection.

Read on, my lord, read on.

Alphabet Quiz

Fri, 06 May 2005 08:48:22 GMT

A - Age you got your first kiss: 16
B - Band listening to right now: Postal Service
C - Crush: There are a couple
D - Dad's name: Jeff
E - Easiest person to talk to: Jen
F - Favorite bands at the moment: Green Day, Postal Service, Billy Joel, Paul McCartney
G - Gummy bears or gummy worms: Too much of each makes me sick
H - Hometown: Puyallup.
I - Instruments: Guitar, wish I knew the piano.
K - Kids: Nah, I don't have kids.
L - Longest car ride ever: Here to Spokane... we're lazy.
M - Mom's name: Sue
N - Nicknames: John
O - One wish: That's a bit difficult... I'd just wish for more wishes
P - Phobia[s]: Spiders, people in fur suits
Q - Quote: "Your mom's an internet legend!"
R - Reason to smile: Grabbing the person's foot who sits behind you...
S - Song you sang last: "Yesterday" - Paul McCartney
T - Time you woke up: 10:10am
U - Unknown fact about me: I actually am a nice person
V - Vegetable you hate: Peas
W - Worst habit(s): Sarcasm
X - X-rays you've had: Well, if you count the dentist I've had X-rays out the yin-yang. Dogg.
Y - Yummy food: Fresh pizza.
Z - Zodiac sign: Gemini

Philosophy Test

Fri, 15 Apr 2005 00:08:57 GMT

You scored as Hedonism. Your life is guided by the principles of Hedonism: You believe that pleasure is a great, or the greatest, good; and you try to enjoy life’s pleasures as much as you can.

“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”

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Hedonism

90%

Existentialism

75%

Justice (Fairness)

70%

Utilitarianism

60%

Kantianism

35%

Strong Egoism

35%

Nihilism

20%

Apathy

15%

Divine Command

What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03)
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Personality Survey

Thu, 07 Apr 2005 06:26:01 GMT

*TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey*
Name:	John Kindle
Birthday:	June 20th 1985
Birthplace:	Puyallup, WA
Current Location:	Bellingham, WA
Eye Color:	Blue
Hair Color:	Blonde
Height:	5'9.5" Yes, that .5 matters.
Right Handed or Left Handed:	Right of course. I'm not French.
Your Heritage:	British, German, White Boy
The Shoes You Wore Today:	Reebok's
Your Weakness:	Slippery When Wet
Your Fears:	Spiders, People in giant fur suits
Your Perfect Pizza:	Meat Lovers. Not an indication of any other part of my life.
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	Get rid of that syphilis... Err... I mean, save lives!
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	Haha
Thoughts First Waking Up:	WTF?! WHYYYYYYYY?! WHYYYYYY ISN'T IT THE WEEKEND?!
Your Best Physical Feature:	My rock hard abs and chiselled features.
Your Bedtime:	2:00am. Ish.
Your Most Missed Memory:	My M&M&M? That's a bit personal don't you think?
Pepsi or Coke:	Always Coca-Cola.
MacDonalds or Burger King:	MacDonalds?! WTF?
Single or Group Dates:	Well, I think I enjoy dating over being single.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	None of this fake tea! Earl Grey loose leaf.
Chocolate or Vanilla:	Chocolate, the way I like my women.
Cappuccino or Coffee:	ARGH! COFFEE IS THE BAD.
Do you Smoke:	Do you Kill People?
Do you Swear:	Hell no. Shit.
Do you Sing:	Hopefully when no one is listening.
Do you Shower Daily:	Yeah, I don't like to feel greasy.
Have you Been in Love:	It has felt that way, but you never know.
Do you want to go to College:	Well, I am in college...
Do you want to get Married:	Only time will tell, I would like that. I think.
Do you belive in yourself:	No, I don't exist.
Do you get Motion Sickness:	When I read in the car, but I probably shouldn't do that anyway...
Do you think you are Attractive:	Watch out Fabio.
Are you a Health Freak:	Yeah, pass the cake.
Do you get along with your Parents:	Yeah, pretty well actually.
Do you like Thunderstorms:	Yes, when they don't involve trees hitting my house or car.
Do you play an Instrument:	Gee-tar.
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	Nope.
In the past month have you Smoked:	In the past month have you Killed Someone?
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	Nope.
In the past month have you gone on a Date:	You could say that...
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	Yesterday.
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	No.
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	Yes, spicy snow crab rolls.
In the past month have you been on Stage:	Figuratively? Or Literally?
In the past month have you been Dumped:	It was mutual.
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	Every morning around 9:24!
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	Why, do you know something?!
Ever been Drunk:	Not full blown, slightly intoxicated.
Ever been called a Tease:	All the time.
Ever been Beaten up:	You should have seen the other guy.
Ever Shoplifted:	No, shops are surprisingly heavy.
How do you want to Die:	Partying like I've never partied before. So basically any type of partying.
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	An adult.
What country would you most like to Visit:	The United Kingdom.
*In a Boy/Girl..*
Favourite Eye Color:	Blue, by far.
Favourite Hair Color:	Brunette and red, blondes tend to be full of themselves.
Short or Long Hair:	About medium length, shoulder length is good.
Height:	Shorter than me, pretty hard to find!
Weight:	Just so long as you're not as wide as you are tall, you're good.
Best Clothing Style:	None. But beyond that, prep-punk-emo ish.
Number of Drugs I have taken:	Geez, so many... Tylenol, Advil, Dimetap, NyQuil...
Number of CDs I own:	A lot.
Number of Piercings:	None! I'm not a fan of impaling myself!
Number of Tattoos:	Let's see... Being stabbed thousands of times in one area? None!
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	Plenty, but once again, the past is gone. Don't live then, live now.
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!

The Plague We Call LiveJournal

Thu, 07 Apr 2005 05:49:51 GMT

It's the dot-com generation, the age of the microwave and broadband internet. The age in which video games begin to blur the lines of fiction and reality. Amongst these "technological innovations" and new waves of communication rose a force quite powerful; so powerful that it often distorts one's perceptions and alters their emotional state of being. What is this force you might ask? You're staring at it. None other than our beloved LiveJournal. I am not speaking out against LiveJournal, nor am I calling it a terrible thing. It can be a quite useful tool when used properly. However in my experiences, this journal tends to pull out the worst in people.

More often than not I will speak to someone in person, and their outlook on life and existence is positive: Laughing, joking, partaking in fun. Yet on the internet, this epidemic takes its toll by striking its victims with a newfound sense of depression. I understand that it is easier in some instances for people to illustrate their problems through the art of writing, however I do not think that the method taken through LiveJournal is necessarily correct. When I read someone's LiveJournal, in which they speak of sadness and depression, I do not know what to think. I am left puzzled, wondering if their entire life is merely a facade, and their true feelings are those expressed on LJ. Pardon my negative outlook, but I believe that LiveJournal truly brings out the worst in people.

And that is why I sit before you today posting this entry. To all those who have ever felt pain and depression, understand that there are people out there who care about you, who can sympathize with your situation. Step outside the box, talk to them. Don't sit back and let life pass you by, constantly feeling a state of depression. Contrary to popular belief, mankind did communicate with one another prior to the invention of the internet by Al Gore in 2000. Look to those around you, appreciate life, and think: You're young, you're able, there's a great huge world out there that will eventually become yours if you're so inclined to seek world domination (or the US presidency, they're synonymous). I have been a long advocate against LiveJournal for the depressing qualities it conveys upon its users. I have just never quite been able to get it out in the manner I wish, I guess it is just easier this way... Wait a second...