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Thursday, December 30th, 2004

My blog entries have sucked lately. I’m going to stop making them and take this down until further notice…. max 2 weeks.

I love Juan. My best friend

That’s all for now.

My site SUCKS!

…

K.

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More Updates on Life.

Tuesday, December 28th, 2004

My life, as an evil person, seems to have advantages.

I’m evil to the right people; Respectful to the right people.

I spent my day with Juan yesterday, who is t3h awesomeness

He came around 10AM, left around… 11PM I believe. I enjoyed my day thoroughly. I love my new best friend (:

More later.

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MCMCMC!

Saturday, December 25th, 2004

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Rated TV-PG for Mild Language.

—–Original Message—–
From: “SaPoN!X 3L m3JoR”
To: thefoxbox-nospam-@go.com
Date: Wed Dec 22 09:35:32 PST 2004
Subject: Wuz up!?

Somehow I stumbled upon your weblog and read it almost completely.

Hi I am Juan, I am from Argentina and go Mac. You sound like a very cool person, I’d like to get to know you a little more! I know it might sound kinda freaky…but don’t worry, I’m no psyko.

my xanga site is www.xanga.com/saponixxxxxx (slightly edited… figure it out on your own– blog readers ), join if you want!

See ya later!

========

Awwww (:

How come you fags at my school aren’t that nice? Kidding.

Happy Merry Christmas, k1dz

Zack’s t3h man

And chris

And juan

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Nothing Long Now.

Wednesday, December 22nd, 2004

Nothing much has happened since the break started.

I think I’m going to call Chris tomorrow. I miss him.

I sort of said something stupid today with Zack. (Me = Retard.)

That’s how it goes. I have a large mouth. Darn it.

I got my card today. Lovely 1GB 32X Speed SC MMC Card (for my digital camera, which I am buying tomorrow)…

This week has been slightly useful. I sort of have been productive.

Javier called today. Well, actually, 3 times. I was uber-loved

Zack called me on Sunday 3 times. I was uber-loved then too

I can’t wait till I purchase my digital camera. Pictures of everyone and thing. Woot!

And, a personal note to someone who thinks that no one wants to read about what I had for breakfast this morning… Just a note, I can look back on all this, and see what problems I’ve had, overcome, not overcome, all the people I met, became friends with, lost friendships with, for personal reference.

Posting news stories would make me give into the popular blog styles. I’m not CNN.com.

Posting personal reviews is something I do on occasion of products, but I’m not CNet’s Review Department…

And me posting shiny images of popular celebrities and leaving out a personal element… sorry to disappoint, but that just isn’t me.

Merry Christmas to All, and to All, a Freezing Night! ~18F. Woot! Zack’s t3h man + Chris, though he probably won’t read this. And Gerrardo, and Javier, though they’ll never see this either (:

Like I said, I do this for myself. And it’s enjoyable.

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Shorter! Enjoy your Break (:

Thursday, December 16th, 2004

I am going to make sure this blog is short…

First of all, I returned my MP3 Player. It had a “Harddisk Problem.” I love how hard disk is one word there. Yay for products made in Malaysia.

I went to get a refund for it.

I now have $280 to spend. Feel the love, sex, whatever.

I’m going to find a decent digital camera somewhere. I have a feeling I’ll be buying cameras and returning them until I find a decent one. So much for buying online. I might buy offline, then return and buy it online for cheaper. I don’t have much longer, since most “Free shipping” things end relatively soon.

Intelligence Boi: I want your opinion on this one
Intelligence Boi: here:
Intelligence Boi: http://www.compusa.com/products/product_info.asp?product_code=316046&pfp=BROWSE
uncon: never HP
Intelligence Boi: ok
Intelligence Boi: how about canon?
uncon: and, for the money
Intelligence Boi: I hate fuji
uncon: canon is the best prosumer digicam you can buy
Intelligence Boi: ok
uncon: i’ve had 2, my dad’s had two
uncon: VERY nice
Intelligence Boi: ok
Intelligence Boi: good
Intelligence Boi: why have you had 2?
uncon: upgraded
Intelligence Boi: mhm
uncon: elph series is nice
Intelligence Boi: ergh
Intelligence Boi: I hate that name
uncon: sorry
uncon: PowerShot
Intelligence Boi: I don’t buy names of models that I hate
uncon: maybe that’s better for you?
uncon: models?
uncon: who tf is elph
Intelligence Boi: product lines
Intelligence Boi: You’re being retarded
Intelligence Boi: Observe:
Intelligence Boi:
Ford Expedition uncon: no, i get it
Intelligence Boi:
HP InkJet 45346 uncon: i don’t base my buying decisions on my liking of a product line’s name though
Intelligence Boi: They’re so expensive.
Intelligence Boi: Sorry, I do. Heh.
Intelligence Boi: If they can’t even give it a decent name, I’m not going to buy it
Intelligence Boi: So you’re telling me if
Intelligence Boi: Canon came out with a product line called “Canon PieceOfShit XL5″
Intelligence Boi: You would buy it?
uncon: my PowerMac was a “asdlfkgjalkdfg” i’d still love it”
Intelligence Boi: That’d be a cool name.
uncon: if it was a good product at a reasonable price… and i needed it, yes
Intelligence Boi: and if i *

That’s how that went.

Zack gets awesomer and more interesting everyday. Is that seriously supposed to happen in friendships? Normally, I find that it’s the reverse for most people. You get all excited at the beginning, then it loses that weird spark or whatever excitement you have about having a new friendship or relationship (Read back a few posts to see the professional non perverse definition of relationship)… I admit over the summer, I felt sort of abandoned, but that wasn’t Zack’s fault. That was my own for not dealing with my own problems.

Slowly, I adapt.

I went to a lovely event today. It was an event by the Law teachers at my school (one of the two schools–in this case, the Academy); It included food, christmas decor, lights out, Christmas music, and a round of entertainment. There was one teacher in line who really isn’t a true Law Teacher, and just a helper teacher. As I was about to take more food from the “line”, he said “Move along– other people need to eat” and gently pushed me down the line. I was annoyed with that. So, I paid people off to go get me an endless supply of food–literally. I was the only one still eating. Every time he walked by my table, I said this phrase, loud and proud: “I am really enjoying this endless supply of food!” … My memory sucks, so it was something like that. I am original, and forget the past, always.

Won’t you? (:

I Love Zack! Muh buddy!! d000000d :D:D t3h m0st aw3s0m3st p3rs0n ev4r! (Yes, evAr).

w00t.

OHOHOH.

SHIZNAT.

I almost forgot to do a special picture for you people.

Let me work on that…

[9:03 PM]

[9:36 PM]

Done.

Want to know what I’m Grateful For? Here you go.

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And now, Have a Great Break. See you sometime. (:

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A little editing. Chris is way too awesome. I wrote him an e-mail on Monday, and thought he just didn’t want to read it. In short, I thought he didn’t want to talk to me… and he thought the same from me. Weird. Regardless, I saw him in the hall and I wanted to hug him bad, so I poked him, and he hugged me. Sorry for clogging up the stairs, people.

w00tz0rz! P1mpz0rz = Zack + Chris Yeah, I knew it’d work out

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Duuuuuuuuuuude.

Monday, December 13th, 2004

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Sadly Rated to TV-14 for Mature Language. Mature Content.

Why can’t some people just leave me alone?

I have been getting little whiny complaints from people that don’t really even comment on my blog, but I decided to take the time to take less time…

In short, my blog posts are apparently too long… w0ah! :Backs off:

Anyway, let’s recap my weekend.

Saturday, I woke up (unfortunately) at around 7:30… I just kept hitting snooze on my alarm since 6:09AM. If I hadn’t done that, I would have been able to get a little more sleep. Oh well.

I NEED A DIGITAL CAMERA. For a few reasons. More on this later.

Either that, or Zack to come live with me so I don’t have to spend my time entertaining other people and focus on Zack physically (as opposed to just online)…

Going back to Saturday, I was tired so I came home and lied around… That is pretty much all that happened that night. Zack buddy had been staying with a friend since Friday evening, so he still hadn’t come home to talk to me. I was lonely. Boo… hoo…

Sunday came. I was disturbed by someone from Orchestra calling and telling me, “Hey, you need to come with us to Rockwall and play at a Yacht Club”… I kindly rejected. Then mother dearest begged me, and so I finally agreed, and had called her 20 times on her cell phone… She didn’t answer, and called back around 5 minutes before I was supposed to leave. So I put on my tuxedo :sigh: … ate… packed my MP3 Player (scroll back a few posts to see when I acquired that)… Came home… Relaxed… Finally talked to Zack. He made me feel uber-special as always…

Presenting the reason I don’t care about how anyone else treats me:

Intelligence Boi: some sites have ugly site designs
Zacko409: yes yes
Zacko409: i love u!!!!!
Intelligence Boi:
Zacko409: www.ebay.com l2s
Intelligence Boi: WHY
Intelligence Boi: lol
Zacko409: various reasons
Intelligence Boi: list them so i can feel even more loved
Zacko409: ighty
Zacko409: you are my bestest buddy… you speak your mind… your funny… entertaining…
Zacko409: ummm
Zacko409: to many to type

Aww (:

Screen names are edited for quality control purposes.

In other news… Let’s see what happened today.

I received a response from Chris. I wrote an e-mail to him. As you know, he was my short-lived best friend, locally. Unfortunately, I require too much attention and affection from people. I was caring too much, and when that happens, I always receive just the opposite. Oh well.

I wrote him a semi-lengthy e-mail back… And on top of that, speaking of e-mail:

Hotmail decided to erase my:
A) Folders I had Created
B) The e-mails in those folders
C) All e-mails in my Inbox prior to December 11th, 2004.

I have had that account for years. I had a large archive, and specific folders for specific users. Now, it’s all gone. Joy. NOT.

I need a digital camera, still. I want to take pictures of random people that I think are pretty, and stick them on my blog to keep you entertained. Sounds entertaining, eh? Seriously. I think a lot of people are hot. Some people say I have low standards…

I don’t want to ramble, but consider this. People say I have “low standards”, but what are they really seeing in the other person?

You know how some people say they enjoy people’s “inner beauty”? It’s amazing, however, that they always say this AFTER they find the person attractive, or AFTER they have started gone out with them. It sort of falls into place, but it really should be the other way. I’d like to think that I can sort of see ahead of most people as far as how someone is inside. I can see if you are caring, nice, rude, sweet, honest, tactful, and the like.

If you’re all of those, you’re perfect (;

Ha. But seriously… I find certain kinds of people pretty. Maybe because the people that look like my definitions of ‘pretty’ have personalities more beautiful than the most attractive models in this world?

I look for weird things. I look for different kinds of people. I want someone who is original. That’s hard to find now, with everyone acting different so that they end up going back to the start of the loop, back to where they started– unorginality.

I don’t want to ramble, not for today. Everyone gets a break.

In the latest news, I had a rehearsal until 6:15PM. That was 00buh-fun. Not.

I ran into the little flaming homosexual that I typed about in my previous entry. Search for “ARTURO” with Ctrl+F. You’ll get results. I thought I would make sure he read the good, juicy content that is my blog. I walked up to him (from a distance– I don’t want to be grabbed, etc.) and said “Go away. Now. Go away. Bye!” (because about 99% of the band people on the stage had left, which is where we were practicing)…. And…

This is a dramatic re-enactment by the way. This is EXACTLY how it sounded.

*gets nasal passages clogged* *talks in high pitched voice* *acts whiny* *gets hands ready to flap*

Arturo’s response was:
“I’m sorry, but I don’t talk to you”

*Flaps hands now, on cue!*

I replied with, “Did you read my journal entry? I wrote something about you interesting in my journal–all for you!” and ended with (as the rest of the orchestra on stage was quiet) “just in case you happened to stumble upon it again.

*Sigh* Come out of the closet already.

In straight news, Ariel has… expressed interest in taking me out on a date. Tim (Palmer) started laughing when her friend told me saying, “Isn’t is supposed to be the other way around?” I don’t know really, but I’m pretty sure she knows how to drive… I… am the opposite.

Now on to the aggravating bastard that no one likes. WOOT. I have pictures (: I’ll post those eventually.

Moving along: Antonio’s an idiot.

I don’t mention him in my blog because:
A) No one likes him;
B) No one cares about him, not even his mother;
C) He wanted to kill himself and I normally don’t talk about that kind of trash around here;
D) He’s a waste of time;
E) No one likes him; (… Oops? Did I say that already?! What the–!?)
F) I never have anything positive to say about him;
G) He’s a waste of your reading.
H) He is aggravating.
I) No one cares about him.
J) He doesn’t shut up.
K) He can’t stop IMing me.
L) He says I IMed him with random SNs, when I don’t want to contact him at all;
M) No one likes him;
N) He doesn’t appreciate anything anyone does for him;
O) His only friends are made through sex or cars;
P) His actual FRIENDS are non-existant, except through sex;
Q) No one likes him, still… Sadly isn’t changing.
R) He only makes me unhappy;
S) He only makes everyone unhappy.
T) He wastes my time, your time, our time!
U) Listening to him speak is a waste of time;
V) Reading what he types on AIM is a waste of time;
W) No one cares about him, likes him, wants to be around him;
X) He is only rude;
Y) He disrespects those that used to love him;
Z) He hides things from people;
1) He doesn’t understand the value of things;
2) He tries to make other people’s lives appear to be worse than his own;
3) He tries to make everyone that he doesn’t like feel bad;
4) He tries to make everyone that DOES like him feel bad as well; Like I said, he has no regard for anyone else;
5) … He just sucks.
6) Still sucks.
7) Stilllll Sucking.
Sucks more now.
9) What?
0) Time Wasted. Yes, that’s a Zero. Not a Ten.

Apparently, I was on another screen name, IMing someone which I no longer have on my buddy list, and make every effort to block all of his screen names….

When you get done reading this…

If he really has as many friends as he says he does, and I’m the loser:
A) Why does he waste his time IMing someone that no longer cares about him or loves him?
B) Why does he waste … or use… his time trying to find ways to make me annoyed with him?

There’s a difference between me being annoyed with you, angry with you, and not wanting to talk to you.

Not wanting to talk to you means I’m just totally fed up with you, so screw you. Go away. PERMANENTLY. AGAIN, PEERRRRRMANNNNNENNNNTTLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY. I do not like you.

FEEL THE F###ING LOVE.

Now, a log of the stupidity.

Part One:
nos1211: o u dont im me yet psychologist boi has the same font as you and same spelling
Intelligence Boi: wtf?
nos1211: but ill be back when im done eating asshole.
Intelligence Boi: psychologist boi?
Intelligence Boi: You have problems..
Intelligence Boi: lol.
nos1211: no ur mom has problems
Intelligence Boi: Listen darling.
nos1211: im sure it was u
nos1211: but ok
nos1211: bbye
Intelligence Boi: I’m not the one that wants to kill myself.
Intelligence Boi: I highly doubt I have problems. Sowwy
Intelligence Boi: And I wouldn’t IM your sorry ass, unless someone paid me. $$$
Previous message was not received by nos1211 because of error: User nos1211 is not available.

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Part Two:
BCnR33RACEr: ha ha i dont wanna kill myself so ur wrong there
Intelligence Boi: And I wouldn’t IM your sorry ass, unless someone paid me. $$$
Intelligence Boi:
BCnR33RACEr: and u do got problems.
BCnR33RACEr: srry ass = u
Intelligence Boi: Don’t we all? I meant, psychological problems.
BCnR33RACEr: ur the loser. not me.
Intelligence Boi: I think you actually need to see one, though.
BCnR33RACEr: i got friends unlike urself.
Intelligence Boi: I am flattered that you think someone with a psychologist’s SN or something…
Intelligence Boi: is me..lol
Intelligence Boi: Cool. I always hear your “friends” saying “no one’s close to Antonio.”
Intelligence Boi: I was talking to … #$%&##
Intelligence Boi: and I was saying
BCnR33RACEr: ha ha u wish nigro.
Intelligence Boi: “I don’t talk to people that are close friends with Antonio
Intelligence Boi: ”
BCnR33RACEr: and i dont care who talks what
Intelligence Boi: and he said “No one’s close to antonio” and starts laughing
BCnR33RACEr: cuz it dont matter to me at all.
Intelligence Boi: you’re right. I don’t have friends
Intelligence Boi: I don’t need people like that
Intelligence Boi: I only need Zack
Intelligence Boi: Lmao.
BCnR33RACEr: sad part of it is. ur a loser
BCnR33RACEr: get it through ur head.
Intelligence Boi: Enjoy getting your pussy and sex. That’ll only satisfy for you for a few hours.
BCnR33RACEr: now im gonna go eat
Intelligence Boi:
BCnR33RACEr: ur right it does
BCnR33RACEr: very much so
Intelligence Boi: As for me, my friendship will keep me happy, and I can go to sleep every night knowing I’m loved
BCnR33RACEr: ill be back when im done eating
Intelligence Boi: Not becuase of my “supposed” large cock.
Intelligence Boi: because*
Intelligence Boi: ttyl.
BCnR33RACEr: so if u wanna continue arguing later.
Intelligence Boi: I really…
Intelligence Boi: really wish..
Intelligence Boi: you would never speak to me again.
BCnR33RACEr: ur the one who spoke to me today
Intelligence Boi: really wish.
BCnR33RACEr: ill show u the log later when i get back.
Intelligence Boi: Um, I don’t speak to you.
Intelligence Boi: Lol.
Intelligence Boi: What time was this at?

He signed off…

And a little “caring” (?) note. I was going to say in my A-Z 1-0 List that Antonio’s “Birth was Pointless.” I just wish he would act himself. And, I’ve said this before, but there’s a reason everyone’s on this planet… His is as follows:

Become friends with Charles Conrad. Lookee Charles. Your name will soon point to a search result relating to you on search engines! Wootz0rz.

Next, have Charles become friends with Zack.

Next, give Antonio web hosting. Then Charles will want it.

Then ZACK will want it. Zack = t3h sh1tz0r / pwnz0r / p1mpz0r = W00tzor. I start talking to him. Instant Enjoyment of his Personaliy. Instant Best friendship. Est. April 07, 2004.

Life is beautiful/Perfect. Let us keep it that way, forever.

ARGH WTF. I forgot to mention that I’m getting a cellphone soon. :Cheers: I hope I can use my 6-year-old cell with the service. I hate new cellphones… Just me. All’z for now.

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This is the B L O G P O S T that never ends.

Wednesday, December 8th, 2004

I need to divide this up:
Most of the Blog is:
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Rated TV-PG for Mild Language.

The log part of the blog post (including the video) is:
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Rated TV-MA++ for Graphic Violence, Graphic Language, Strong Violence/Mature Content, Blood and Gore, Reality.
and carries this advisory:
THE FOLLOWING CONTENT IS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC AND MAY OFFEND SOME READERS. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU VIEW.

Seriously, if this is your first time reading my blog, welcome. I prefer that you scroll back at least 10 posts to get a general idea of what is going on with my life. People just entering (read the last few comments on the previous blog post) might be a little disoriented as to what’s going on, but that’s all right. The more you read, the more you learn. I don’t type pointless drivel for you. I type something that I hope you can get a point, moral, or entertainment from.

There will be no wrist-slitting, emo-whining, girl-crying, bitch-moaning, gay-guy-groaning, stupid-shitty, pathetic-assed posts or rambles in this blog.

This blog is who I am. It is exactly how I would talk in real life. It is exactly who I represent as myself to the world. This is what I do. Pour my heart, into every entry. You’ll feel the love, passion, annoyance, gratitude, and emotion as you read. Be afraid, or love it. Those are your options.

With that little introduction out of the way, let’s get right into the content.

Part of this blog was typed on December 4th.

I do it every day, night. It’s sadly who I am, and if you know me, you know that I worry like crazy.

Consider people who are ADD. Add ADHD to that (not replace), then increase the level of their worrying and hyperness 50%, and you’ve got me.

Is that a good thing? Not really…

The people around me move at a calmer pace, more relaxed, more… problems, though. Weird. I hate how those are pushed together. I would pick the more relaxed attribute of life at a slower pace… and I know that can easily be achieved by using medicine that reduces the effects of AD(H)D. However, I don’t know. It’s an odd compromise. I’m sure I could adjust to being somewhat ‘normal’, but when I look at normal people, they never seem to be at their full “Happy” potential.

I guess I could get a little personal, even though I don’t feel like it.

According to Chris, I worry a lot!

According to Myself, I concur! (agree)

Why do I worry so much? *Sigh* As some of you may know (or not?) I get jealous easily of people, even if they like me. Some of you, however, don’t even know my name (It’s OK Nathan =)… Whatever floats your pathetic little boat, though.

If you don’t know how to scroll down (or back a page) you can read my whining from before.

This is totally retarded:
I was once scared of the Boogie Man, but now… now it’s different! Now I am a grown ass man! And Iwet my bed every time I think of him.

… not funny.

I’m not going to make that long of an entry. I just get tired of typing so much, so let’s see…

My weekend was (thankfully?) uneventful for the most part. I just sat, did random little unimportant things.

Monday, I don’t really recall what happened. It was probably boring, and I probably don’t need to mention anything.

Tuesday, I don’t think that was very eventful either. I had a few problems with at least one person I’m sure.

Wednesday… Mua-ha-ha. Let the FUN begin.

Let’s start off in the order the annoyances were received:

Jennifer. You silly girl. Apparently, when I had talked to Hannah last time, I had said something along the lines of “Jennifer talks about someone she no longer cares about and that is why she is making a big deal, and she read your Xanga.”

Jennifer attacked me today (Excuse me–Jennifer Bryce) saying that she had never read Hannah’s Xanga, and that I was lying about everything I was saying.

For at least 30 minutes, she whined about having to put up with Hannah, and was constantly hating on her and her boyfriend (Jenn’s ex-boyfriend). So from my point of view, it still seemed that she was trying to care about someone that she didn’t need to, and was caring about statements which were supposedly directed toward her from Hannah’s Xanga. (If you can keep up, good job! *Gives cookie*)…

Personally, I do not care about problems between two people that I talk to, and Jennifer was calling me a liar.

Pop QuIz! WooOOooOoT! Here’s your question, for $0:
Q: What do you call it when, as one person is reading a Xanga out loud, you looking over their shoulders to read it yourself?
A: What is “reading [her] Xanga”?

CORRECT!

Apparently, Jennifer doesn’t think so.

I don’t care. I don’t remember things from over 24 hours ago. Not even 12. Not even 4! GO FIGURE!

A HAPPIER TOPIC!…

On Tuesday, Chris sat with me. It was uber-special. I couldn’t stop talking to him the whole time. It was truly a moment not to be missed. Except, it’s being missed already.

Going back to Wednesday’s NEXT issue…

I hope the fag who likes talking about me reads this. Unlike Jennifer, who gets bent out of shape when people mention her name anonymously (apparently not so anymore), I would like to mention someone else:

ARTURO FROM NIMITZ BAND // ARTURO FROM NIMITZ BAND // ARTURO FROM NIMITZ BAND // ARTURO FROM NIMITZ BAND // ARTURO FROM NIMITZ BAND // ARTURO FROM NIMITZ BAND // ARTURO FROM NIMITZ BAND // ARTURO FROM NIMITZ BAND. I don’t know his last name. That is how unimportant he is.

Unfortunately, I found out that he was discussing things that really weren’t appropriate with other people…

I realize that he is an insignificant person, and probably does want to get together with me, or whatever, and personally, that doesn’t bother me. Be in the closet for as long as you like, but one thing you shouldn’t do are the following things:
A) Tell a girl to IM me asking if I am gay or not; though she had known me longer, I had had both Arturo and her in the same class, during the same period, for the same number of years, and I hadn’t spoken to either one of them since LAST year.
B) Tell another girl last year that I was gay, or ask another girl if I was gay, or even discuss the question of me possibly asking another girl if YOU were gay, and if SHE had told people. What the hell?
C) Tell me I’m interrogating you by simply asking you questions that you didn’t want to ask, and instead chose these answers:
1- “I don’t know”
2- “It’s a long story.”
3- “What are you talking about?”
4- “You need to be nicer.”
5- ….Anything but what I wanted to hear.
D) Make things up and find excuses for other things.

#5 represented 80% of Arturo’s responses. I was asking for facts, and he was stating opinions.

I find it hard to believe that someone with that high of a voice, with that way of acting, with those interests, that he isn’t gay. I hadn’t even mentioned him, and I was explaining it to others in my Orchestra class (which is where I had run into him), and they said it on their own.

In summary, if you chose not to read any of that…… Fat guy who acts gay decides to ask random people to ask me if I’m gay for ‘no reason’ and happened to ‘stumble upon’ my “xanga” as he calls it (Check the source code, kidz!) just so he could get yelled at loudly in my class, while attempting to place blame on a girl…

I do rest my case on that… But to discuss the fact of what he did say. He brought up one interesting thing.

AM I GAY?

Just because I talk about Zack and Chris and say I love them? Pardon me, my Stereotypical Friend, as I bow down and give into the world’s non-common-sense.

I didn’t realize that by loving another guy as a best friend, this made you gay. I apologize that I can freely express the fact that I love Zack beyond anything in this whole @#%%ing world, and that I would do anything for him, under any circumstance, because I always think about him, and always try to make his life as good as I possibly can, and he does the same for me. I didn’t realize this couldn’t be achieved without being sexually attracted to one another (at least, according to you). Is that why you think I am Gay?

I didn’t realize that by expressing myself, and being an interesting person, that I wasn’t qualified to be attracted to girls. I didn’t realize I had to express my hornyess toward girls so that I could “defend” my true sexuality. I didn’t realize that you could be such big-brained yet so narrow-minded as to what reality really is. I’m sorry, but I just don’t see the way that ARTURO FROM BAND does.

It’s just a damned good thing that I don’t have to see him daily, or else things would be much worse.

Now, back to me supposedly being GAY.

I take a lot of criticism. Most of it I’ll throw out with yesterday’s garbage… OK, more often than that, since I usually forget to put out the trash.

For example, today during 7th, this guy had told me to shut up. I was like, “Thank you! Even though I wasn’t talking, I’ll be sure to talk more now.” And so I did…

Then this other guy (who is usually getting ‘krunk’ and annoying) said “Please”… I was like “Aww you said please– thank you!” and so I remained mostly quiet. Another time, this black girl that was sort of large enough to sit on me thought she could get me quiet by staring at me… Does anyone know how much I a) enjoy yelling, b) enjoy making points while not INTERROGATING and c) staring?

I love having Random staring contests! While reminds me, a lot of people wearing contacts have an unfair loss (lack of an edge) because their contacts dry their eyes out, or something like that *shrugs* I’ve never worn contacts so I don’t know about that one.

WOOOOO Off-Topic a bit there.

OH EMM GEE. I must be excited… Zack & I both FORGOT about our 8 Month Anniversary of Knowing each other!

Now it’s a small story time session.

From the moment he first IMed me, it was best friend “love” at first sight. Seriously.

I was like, I want this guy to be my best friend. He’s too cool. His screen name is t3h p1mpz0r, he wants web space, and he loves cars. How fudging perfect is that?

I didn’t really realize that he was my best friend too until a few weeks later. I was all ecstatic at first, and what’s amazing is, though that feeling (granted!) did fade away for a few weeks or days, it has never actually gone away. I still feel the same when we were first friends as I do now. (That was semi-redundant…:Tears Here:…)

So why does he make such a great friend?

I know that Manny was sort of mentioning this in the previous post… as a comment:
“OH… best friends are someone you can tell ANYTHING to and they actually listen and have 50 billion out of 50 billion and ten things in common… they’re awesommmeee… ”

I edited out the unrelated parts, but the gist of it is certainly there.

If you do always read my blogs, or have been reading them for awhile, you certainly know that a HUGE percentage of my life revolves around and relates to Zack. With that in mind, though, you have to understand about why we make such good friends.

I see a lot of people that try to make best friends, either because they’re lonely, they just THINK they’re good friends, or because they simply want someone to always be there for them…

While these may be DECENT reasons (here’s the scale: Horrible, Bad, OK, Decent, Good, Very Good, Excellent, Perfect), they are certainly nowhere near the level of friendship I have achieved with my Zack. If I do say so myself, I believe our friendship is perfect. And now, allow me to explain why.

Firstly, there are a few things I should say before starting this. But wait… You’re probably saying “HE JUST NOW TYPED FIRSTLY?” You’ll get through it… Moving along.

So yeah, firstly, when you first start a relationship with someone… and let’s find a definition for “relationship” since ARTURO FROM BAND might think something sexual since his mind and body is oriented that way…

Definitions of relationship on the Web:

a relation between people; (`relationship’ is often used where `relation’ would serve, as in `the relationship between inflation and unemployment’, but the preferred usage of `relationship’ is for human relations or states of relatedness); “the relationship between mothers and their children”
www.cogsci.princeton.edu/cgi-bin/webwn

a state of connectedness between people (especially an emotional connection); “he didn’t want his wife to know of the relationship”
www.cogsci.princeton.edu/cgi-bin/webwn

(More available here: http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&ie=UTF-8&q=define%3Arelationship … )

With that said, we can see that relationship doesn’t mean having sex. Unfortunately, a lot of people this age think that’s all a relationship is, but let’s not get into that sweet, cute topic!

Most people think they know exactly how the other person feels, and that they can connect to the person. If you just think this, and don’t feel it, you’re probably not in the best ‘best friend’ status you can possibly have.

A lot of people have friends that are close, and they may hang out and do things, but are they really there for them?

With me and Zack, our relationship has not had actual problems.

You can stop reading negative-five paragraphs or so ago if you are at least two of the following: a) immature, b) retarded and refuse to accept new ideas, c) a freshman. (Remember! At least TWO!)… Moving along.

I almost typed that we had had problems. However, the problems aren’t even worth mentioning, because they weren’t problems. They were just me worrying (going back to what I had first said), so yes…

Moving along still, Zack and me are oddly close. If you were to read some of our conversations (refer to the Pyramid to see why I don’t post our convos up) you would think that we had known each other our whole lives. It is just this amazingly close bond that we share with each other.

Most of you know I’m a no-holds-barred sort of person. I will tell things like they are, regardless of if you are my “friend” or friend or enemy. You are all treated equal! With exception to Zack, Chris, and other people that I respect (and that respect me, of course… People I respect, even named ones, can lose their respect at any time. Forewarned!) So that must mean you don’t respect me much anyway, so you don’t deserve for me to be tactful around you.

Because I don’t restrict what I say, this provides a perfect avenue for a lot of things.
1) For Zack to be Entertained;
2) For Zack to see how STUPID people are in Texas;
3) For Zack to realize how much I love him because I show things to only him and no one else.

I had learned my lesson in the past about sharing things (especially online) with people in general, and them sharing things with me…. We will just say that hadn’t worked out too well.

If you think I have lost my focus, I do apologize.

Just to let you know, we both said Happy Anniversary (well, he said “Happy aniv” because he wasn’t positive as to how to spell Anniversary– muh buddy b0i! hehe) to each other.

Regardless of it being belated, it was still be-autiful.

In closing, let’s talk about the rest of the day, the Insignificant Events that made the day well-rounded.

Rhiannon brought me cookies this morning. I have this thing with cookies, and they were ridiculously satisfying… except for the last one. That one was burnt, and I had to throw about 35% of it away. Tragedy ind33d. Not enough chocolate pieces in it, either (:

But that was OK. I moved onto 6th period, which I had already done my homework in from the previous class, and cleared up a Zero simply by showing her that I had turned it into the “Digital Drop Box.” How neat.

In 7th, aside from the whining and moaning (It’s a distant memory…) we had a great free-day. W00t w00t.

In closing… My whole life is a free day. I truly believe I have the best possible friend in the whole universe, and if anyone cares to prove me wrong on that, please do.

You have to answer these questions:
1) Have you ever had a fight with your best friend?
2) Have you ever been angry with your best friend for more than a few seconds?
3) Have you ever thought your best friend was lying?
4) Have you ever not been able to share something with your best friend, even from when you first knew them (within a few days) because you thought they would take it the wrong way, or you would be embarrassed?

I’ve never truly felt any of these toward mine, so if you answered “YES” to any of these questions, you’re out!

Z4CK!!!! T3h most aw3s0m3 d0000d in t3h wh0l3 un1v3rs3 :D:D z4ck’s t3h man

Yay for ending on a positively amazingly great note.

And, I didn’t really get to finish everything. I just need sleep.

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I had to add this to my post for today. Added on Thursday, December 09, 2004.

Intelligence Boi: Take a look at the work that is involved in completing your dinner: http://www.petatv.com/tvpopup/video.asp?video=mym2002&Player=wm&speed=_med
[[Note: If users want to watch the video, it's best to go b ack to here to choose your speed/player: http://www.petatv.com/tvpopup/Prefs.asp?video=mym2002 ]]
rehan85: ye yea yea
rehan85: alrady seen it
Intelligence Boi: lol
rehan85: boo hoo animals die
rehan85: as long as my meat is virus/crap free i’m fine
Intelligence Boi: lolol
rehan85: the poor animal’s gotta die anyways
Intelligence Boi: how come?
rehan85: waht u want to sing them a lullaby before u chop off their necks and let them squirm to death?
Intelligence Boi: no..
Intelligence Boi: We’ll discuss this in person. Eventually.
rehan85: lmao
rehan85: dude
Intelligence Boi: No.
rehan85: they gtta die
Intelligence Boi: Don’t talk online.
rehan85: we gotta eat
Intelligence Boi: That’s like saying
Intelligence Boi: GOTTA EAT? WTF?
Intelligence Boi: There isn’t enough food on this earth without meat?
Intelligence Boi: As if the government can’t afford a more ethical policy on death?
rehan85: what, so u’re gonna eat vegetables and rice, sorry , i need my meat. i’m human.
Intelligence Boi: …
Intelligence Boi: I didn’t say tht
Intelligence Boi: that*
Intelligence Boi: Aren’t you like not allowed to eat some kind of meat?
Intelligence Boi: or can you eat all of it
rehan85: justn ot pork
Intelligence Boi: Fascinating
Intelligence Boi: so you gotta have meat
rehan85: so pigs…hahaha *piont and laugh*
Intelligence Boi: but your religion restricts it.
Intelligence Boi: why?
rehan85: dude, i don’t think i could last on vegetables for a long time
rehan85: maybe for a short time
rehan85: but not a long time
Intelligence Boi: I didn’t say that
Intelligence Boi: lol
Intelligence Boi: I’m not asking for you to switch your diet plan
Intelligence Boi: It’s just your attitude is really harsh.
rehan85: to soybeans?
Intelligence Boi: Let me talk for a second
rehan85: kkkkkkkkk
Intelligence Boi: instead of being an ass, please
Intelligence Boi: Thank you
Intelligence Boi: now
Intelligence Boi: The idea that they have to die, I’m not sure about that, but that is an opinion
Intelligence Boi: I’m just slightly offended by you saying that they have to die the way they do.
Intelligence Boi: IM TALKING, Rehan.
Intelligence Boi: Please do not type.
Intelligence Boi: now
rehan85: so we’re supposed to take meat off of the mwhile they’re alive?, lmao
Intelligence Boi: Hang on hang on
Intelligence Boi: Shhh!
rehan85: i never said they have to die like that
Intelligence Boi: Argh!
rehan85: but they have todie
Intelligence Boi: LET ME TALK
Intelligence Boi: HOLY FUCK
rehan85: kkkkkkkkk
Intelligence Boi: OK
Intelligence Boi: Now
Intelligence Boi: So let’s see. They are animals, and haven’t done anything wrong to each other, but they deserve to die.
Intelligence Boi: Taking that same idea into thought, we are humans and screw each other over everyday.
Intelligence Boi: We should deserve to die more then, no?
Intelligence Boi: I guess you can tlak
Intelligence Boi: You won’t wait for me to make my point
rehan85: ever heard of the food chain?
rehan85: make ur point oh great veggie one
Intelligence Boi: I really you woudl learn what ‘take your time’ means
Intelligence Boi: I eat all meat
rehan85: kkk
Intelligence Boi: It’s just, I thought you had a conscience is all
Intelligence Boi: I could care less about what you ate, Lol.
Intelligence Boi: I wanted to show you that for educational / research purposes, not for shock / diet / opinion purposes
rehan85: i don’t have a conscience?
Intelligence Boi: I highly doubt it, Lol.
rehan85: dude, like i said, i wouldn’t like getting beat to death
Intelligence Boi: Lol
Intelligence Boi: I don’t remember seeing that.
Intelligence Boi: You were just being sarcastic about.. singing?
rehan85: yea, they should treat them better and not beath them to death or feed them till they die
Intelligence Boi: Well, and that steroids crap
Intelligence Boi: and tiny cages
Intelligence Boi: It’s like our country is barely scraping by
rehan85: yea, now that is wrong
Intelligence Boi: that they have to make such conditions
Intelligence Boi: What is wrong about killing an innocent living thing?
Intelligence Boi: isn’t**
Intelligence Boi: and truly innocent
Intelligence Boi: You hear things about babies and kids being innocent
Intelligence Boi: Bullshit
Intelligence Boi: You know they aren’t innocent
Intelligence Boi: They cry from the time they are born
rehan85: dude, i never said it was right, but we have to kill it in order extract met from u
rehan85: it
Intelligence Boi: That’s why I have no respect towards humans
Intelligence Boi: slaughter all of them
rehan85: ok yea, k
Intelligence Boi: met?
Intelligence Boi: I think you mean meat*
rehan85: yea yea
Intelligence Boi: lol
Intelligence Boi: goodgood
rehan85: i thought i’d be hearing this lecture from rhiannon
rehan85: but k
Intelligence Boi: haha
Intelligence Boi: I have chickens you fag
rehan85: lmao
Intelligence Boi: so it hits close to home k thnx
rehan85: U BEAT THE MTOO!?!?
Intelligence Boi: *sigh*
rehan85: lol..
rehan85 signed off at 10:28:36 PM.

I don’t think he signed off. I accidentally hit the “Block” button

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Holy #$%$. Welcome to my World.

Friday, December 3rd, 2004

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Rated TV-MA for Mature Language. Mature Content. A Mature Dose of REALITY. Yes, Be Frightened…

Are you Mature Enough?

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If this blog doesn’t get comments, what will?!

Since I don’t like typing something out again that I typed in detail so well… and instead of pasting the log with my user name appearing in the middle of sentences from AIM, I thought it would be nicer for me to simply edit out my screen name repeatedly, and instead make it a few paragraphs… Let’s see how long this will take. It’s 6:01PM…

All of this rambling was done to my friend Zack, so with no editing on behalf, you get to read everything as honest as it should be.

Intelligence Boi (4:11:25 PM): What have I told you about a guy named Chris?
Zacko409 (4:11:32 PM): not much
Zacko409 (4:11:33 PM): lol
Intelligence Boi (4:11:36 PM): dammit
Intelligence Boi (4:11:39 PM): I never have time to ramble lol
Intelligence Boi (4:11:41 PM): OK well…

Let the story time begin. E>

he IMed me like 2 1/2 weeks ago and was like hey you like drum n bass and I’m like yay yes i do! friendship was born.

anywayyyyyyyyyyyy… well let me start it back a few days. Yesterday, I was with this lil freshman named Gerardo Perez. I think that’s how you spell his name. He is in my PE class and we don’t do much in the class at all… Well, I’ve known him since beginning of year, and for a month or so I was nice to him, then he was sort of an ass, so then I was rude to him, etc. etc. Let’s not go into physical/verbal details… Anyway, I stopped talking to him, so like a week ago I started talking to him again. He hangs out with this other freshman that’s pretty cool.

[[[Interruption ::: Can you tell that I really do like the thinking of freshman and 'lower' class men? More on that in a bit.]]]

Anyway, his friend (Gerardo), Christian, Tim, and I were in the back by the locker room, and I don’t want to sound gay, but… in Christian’s mind, he was thinking that it was like, ‘play-fighting’, and like Gerardo wasn’t very happy with that, and I was sort of getting pissed at Cristian and told him to leave him alone. After awhile he did… I mean neither of them say anything bad to me and I don’t know what got into either one of them but I didn’t ask. and Gerardo didn’t fight back really. he’s too fucking nice. and i was telling him, “Hey, you need to stand up for yourself on occasion. You shouldn’t let him push you around like that!” I asked him, “Does he do that a lot?” to which I got the unfortunate response of “Yeah.”

[Zack] would have known what else I would have said. (Remember, I’m simply pasting from my AIM conversation on 95% of this.)

I like changing clothes with people that I enjoy being around. I was wearing Christian’s little Adidas jacket, and he was wearing my Leather jacket. I don’t know what happened to his leather jacket. I keep asking him, but he doesn’t know where it went, heh.

Also semi-related (look, a positive thought!), I had traded watches with Gerardo on Wednesday. Fun fun. Got mine back today, and he got his back, both in the same condition at the initial time of the exchange. (:

I don’t know why, but I enjoy being surrounded by nice people.

[Zack responded to that one with: ]
Zacko409 (4:18:54 PM): lol
Zacko409 (4:18:56 PM): must [be] nice

I thought that was amusing. More on being nice in a bit… Back to the pasting.

All right, so [yesterday]…. Gees what a fucking mess.

5th Period, sort of yelled at the teacher. I have stress vans. They’re little squishy DART vans. [For all the non-Dallas residents...] DART means (DART is Dallas Area Rapid Transit). All these girls kept wanting to talk to me, and it was weird. During my 8th Period, 2 girls asked to go out with me. I don’t know what’s going on. I still don’t think I look good, but maybe they realized personality somewhat matters (:

I made a 60 on one quiz in Spanish and a 10 on another, but she didn’t count the second one because most (if not all) of the class did poorly.

So dude… This is where I’m going to deviate from the log. Some things are meant to be kept private. I know most of you haven’t seen my pyramid, so now is a good time to share it:

[Click above or here to see a larger version]

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I have just returned from my concert tonight at a church. Night 1 of 3 for the Concerts… If you want to see me (and we all know that you don’t), I am at some Plymouth Park Church across from where the old FAZIO’s used to be… It used to be such a great little (big) grocery store…

No more pasting… Yet.

Let’s go to the lunch that happened yesterday. Truly a wonderful event
Returning to present day, I finally walked over behind the stairs, which is where he sits everyday (usually), and I knew Cameron and Guillermo (or however his name is spelled) already, so that made the nervousness easier, sort of. I was worried that I was quite hideous (ugly!) and would scare him, or something. I finally made it over there, and there was this guy, and he was just standing there, quiet, peaceful (:

:Faints: He has the most beautiful skin.

If you don’t want to hear me rambling about a guy, turn away now.

Seriously though, awesome skin. I love his hair, too. And, for some reason, I loved the fact that he’s not ridiculously skinny. If we look into the past, you know that I’ve always liked everyone that I thought was attractive to be either the perfect weight, or that weight minus 20 lbs. I am so fucking heavy on that… Oh *Moans* I’m finally getting into my zone, so basically, you could have skipped all of that above… *Focuses*…

I have been (oddly?) thinking about all the people I care about the last few days, and it makes me feel good that I’m actually respecting them. At the top of my Respect Pyramid is Zackie
But that’s how life is. The point of caring about someone is to know that you do feel that bond with them. If you are expecting it back, you have the wrong purpose! I stole about 10% of that from another girl’s boyfriend’s Xanga quote. (If you can decipher that, propz to you because I did that in a weird order. Owner-Possession x2 … Yay for English Sk1llz.)

So why do I care about these people? Iunno. I’ve cared about Zack because I thought I would never actually have a best friend… Which REMINDS ME…

Who do you consider your best friend? And WHY? What is the damned reason that you think someone is special enough for YOU? What do you share with them? Is it just interests? Or thoughts, too? Or emotions as well? Or the turn-for-the-worse best-friendship, Sex? What do you have in Common?

If you can answer that question with at least the fact that you share each other’s thoughts, and not simply interests, you are definitely on the right track. Let’s get honest here. I’ll tell you what Zack and I have in common:
Computers. Caring. Love. Friendship.

That’s pretty much it. He’s into cars (Don’t get me wrong– I am, too, but I don’t know nearly as much, so that really helps me out that he knows it all =), girls, girls, more girls (except when they are bitches… and then we just want to get rid of them! *rAwR*)… He’s into a lot more things than I will ever be. I’m pretty much a lazy arse who just wants someone to ramble to…

On occasion, I’ll be interested in the things YOU are in, so why not take the time to be interested in the things that _I_ am in? You’ll make me (and possibly, the world) a better place. All changes start small. Why not start now?

I Love Zack, and care about him. I Love Chris, and care about him, too.

So, let me take a moment to make a promise. It’s so much shinier in digital format than simply verbal. There’s a record.

I promise to never knowingly do anything wrong to either or them, which includes but is not limited to: a) making them feel bad, b) lying to them, or c) sharing things that are private between me and them with other people.

As you have seen the pyramid, however, those rules generally do not apply to other people.

So if you want respect, give some to me, too.

*Hugs Zack + Chris – my fave buddies *

Holy #$%$. Welcome to my World.

Rated TV-MA for Mature Language. Mature Content. A Mature Dose of REALITY. Yes, Be Frightened…

Are you Mature Enough?

If this blog doesn’t get comments, what will?!

Since I don’t like typing something out again that I typed in detail so well… and instead of pasting the log with my user name appearing in the middle of sentences from AIM, I thought it would be nicer for me to simply edit out my screen name repeatedly, and instead make it a few paragraphs… Let’s see how long this will take. It’s 6:01PM…