Ok, I guess it was too much to hope for that I would keep up blogging for very long after I said I would (in fucking January), but I didn't even make it another post! And I even said I would start "regularly posting" again after my long vacation. Ah, well. I guess I'll just try again here. So anyway, a little 'me' update...
Not much has changed since last time, I am nearly done with the school year, though, and am getting nearer to graduation.
That's pretty much it.
Yeah, I know. Isn't my life so interesting? Don't exiting occurrences just come a-calling so often for me? DON'T THEY? TOTALLY!
That's not depressing at all. Not one little bit.
;_;
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
The Refurb
Well, I've decided. This blog, previously for use only for camaro related topics, is now branching out into, well, whatever I feel like. Which is why I changed the head(Giggity)er from car stuff to an altered picture of me. I think it really says a lot about me, that pic. It's like staring through a window into my soul, glimpsing the whirling chaos in the deepest recesses of my convoluted mind. Or it could just be a funny looking picture. I haven't decided.
Ah... nothing like some good serial killer humor.
I feel that I'm going to start really blogging again, for the first time in about a year. Sure, there have been other posts, but none very long or interesting. You can pretty much disregard them. In fact, re-reading all my previous posts, you can pretty much just disregard everything done before this post. Everything. Not just things in this blog, but absolutely EVERYTHING. That job? Disregard it. Spouse and kids? Disregard 'em. Fatal allergies? Disregard. But not kitties. I like kitties. And FEAR.
So I suppose I should talk about what has gone on in my life since my last post, then. Problem is, I really don't want to take the time. So what I'm going to do is this: type everything as fast as I can, without worrying about punctuation, spelling, or even spacing. Ready... Set...
ok so now im in 12 grade thats a senior and it really is going alot faster than 11 grade everyone said that it would and i didnt belidve them but i guess i should have cause it is so anyway im liking some of my classes and hating a bunch of others ap us gov is pretty good and so is raqet sports which suprised me because I usually dont like sports but i think tht ever sicne i started that class ive felt alot better and gotten better sleep so i guess that exercising more is wat i needed so anyway i really hate my care and preveetionof athletic inuries and the teacher of that class mr supple really hates me but he has a really funny name that makes me think of boobs so thats all good really it isnt that hard to make teenage boys think of boobs haha so anyway my mom got married in hawaii which was wierd and shes alos pregnant which is even wierder and shes got married to dana a marine and were buds and stuff we played risk alot god i love that game and i guess this is what u would call stream of consiousness isnt it im thinking it than typingit without any real filter or anything so i guess that last time i said anything seth and sasha lived in dads basement well they dont anymore and now dad and jess are engaged i guess so thats intreresting too and i started going on twitter which is like im and facebook updates combind holy hell ive typed alot this way we just got a new coffee tabel well really its a big trunk that ive decided to name jimmy hoffa after the missing mobster maybe hes in the trunk get it i bet that would make a good stroy a family has a big trunk in their house that they use as a table but they cant find the key so they dont know whats in it and its been in their family a long time and then they open it and its something cool like a body or treasre or the arc of teh covenent or somthing maybe ill write that book someday could be good but would prabably suck so i think im pretty much done with this bit oh i also have a tv in my room now which is cool k done.
Whew... that was intense. I barely know what the fuck I said. I hope I didn't say anything too personal... you never know who could be reading this...
Ah... nothing like some good serial killer humor. Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Well.
Hmmm... It's been nearly a goddamn year since my last post. Or maybe less, I don't actually feel the need to verify what I'm saying....
MUCH LIKE FOX NEWS!
Ba-zing.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Dear fudging god.
Wow. Just, wow. It's been, like, 5 months since my last post. Sounds like I'm in AA. "Hi, I'm Scott, and I'm a postaholic. It's been 5 months since my last post". Anyway... actually, I'm tired right now, and don't feel like doing this right now. I'll try again tomarrow. Really, I should just give up on this thing, it's not like anyone follows this anymore.
*sigh*
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Ohhh... fuuuuuddddggge.
If you have seen the movie, then you know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't you? Yes, you do. Ya know what? It's christmas. It's christmas. In heaven. Hip Hip, hiphiphip, hooray.
It actually makes me COL (cry out loud) that reletivly few people at my school have seen this movie. Monty Python and the Meaning of Life. Sure, everyone knows about its famous cousin, The Holy Grail, and it is quite funny. But the Meaning of life is also rather epic. Ya'know what else people havn't seen that they should have? The Godfather.
Thats right. The MF-ing Godfather. Sonny, Vito, Michael, and the gang. People don't know 'bout it. When I heard this, I sorta kinda wanted to slit my wrists. The right way. "Now remember kids, down the road, not across the street."
I always sorta wanted to have my own childrens tv show, and then just totally screw up the children's minds. Do you want to hear about it? Now remember, these ideas are spouting directly from my psychotic mind. Also remember, those who leave will be rickrolled. In a rather tremendus (speeling) manner. YOU ALL READY FOR THIS! (DA DA DA DAA DA DA DA DA DA DA!)
Aaaand... go.
So, it starts out
y'know, I don't actually feel like telling this story. But I also dont want to get rid of all the stuff I've already written, so just disregard what I've typed. So far...
As I stated in the begining, it's christmas time. Now, maybe not to you, but to my family, it is. We enjoy christmas so much, we streach it out to a 3 month long event. We bought our tree about a week ago. That is how much we love christmas.
K, I'm sick of having the word 'christ' in my blog, even if it IS in the word christmas. So I'm jsut gonna go ahead and call it xmas. I am the smart side of america, taking Jeebus out of my everyday life as much as posssible.
Why are ther still religious people? Do they not believe in social darwinism, along with plain old surviaval of the fittest darwinism? Even if they don't believe it, it would still affect them. So, to some up what I've been trying to say, why hasn't religion died out yet? Religion serves no more use for the human race, save to create violence and war? Now don't get me wrong, causing war and violence is an admirable quality, but if it causes you to be a hypocrite, you shouldn't do it. And that is just one of my issues, with just one religion! Trust me, there's alot more where that comes from.
And BTW, what do you guys think about my recent posts? Any major problems with them? Disagree with me? Just feel argumentative? Please post comments! LOL!
It actually makes me COL (cry out loud) that reletivly few people at my school have seen this movie. Monty Python and the Meaning of Life. Sure, everyone knows about its famous cousin, The Holy Grail, and it is quite funny. But the Meaning of life is also rather epic. Ya'know what else people havn't seen that they should have? The Godfather.
Thats right. The MF-ing Godfather. Sonny, Vito, Michael, and the gang. People don't know 'bout it. When I heard this, I sorta kinda wanted to slit my wrists. The right way. "Now remember kids, down the road, not across the street."
I always sorta wanted to have my own childrens tv show, and then just totally screw up the children's minds. Do you want to hear about it? Now remember, these ideas are spouting directly from my psychotic mind. Also remember, those who leave will be rickrolled. In a rather tremendus (speeling) manner. YOU ALL READY FOR THIS! (DA DA DA DAA DA DA DA DA DA DA!)
Aaaand... go.
So, it starts out
y'know, I don't actually feel like telling this story. But I also dont want to get rid of all the stuff I've already written, so just disregard what I've typed. So far...
As I stated in the begining, it's christmas time. Now, maybe not to you, but to my family, it is. We enjoy christmas so much, we streach it out to a 3 month long event. We bought our tree about a week ago. That is how much we love christmas.
K, I'm sick of having the word 'christ' in my blog, even if it IS in the word christmas. So I'm jsut gonna go ahead and call it xmas. I am the smart side of america, taking Jeebus out of my everyday life as much as posssible.
Why are ther still religious people? Do they not believe in social darwinism, along with plain old surviaval of the fittest darwinism? Even if they don't believe it, it would still affect them. So, to some up what I've been trying to say, why hasn't religion died out yet? Religion serves no more use for the human race, save to create violence and war? Now don't get me wrong, causing war and violence is an admirable quality, but if it causes you to be a hypocrite, you shouldn't do it. And that is just one of my issues, with just one religion! Trust me, there's alot more where that comes from.
And BTW, what do you guys think about my recent posts? Any major problems with them? Disagree with me? Just feel argumentative? Please post comments! LOL!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
A little late...
Well, I am no longer grounded. As of, like a week ago. You've been out of the loop, havn't you, my faithfull minions. Actually (to completely deviate from the topic I was going to talk about), wouldn't it be really friggn' awsome to have an army of minions completely devoted to doing exactly as you say? It's like mormanism, but without the backpacks and nametags and faggotry, and with rifles and grenades and various other implements of violence. Then I could rule the earth. Actually, I already have a plan for ruling the earth, and it is, in my opinion (no one else's matters anyway), the greatest thought to have been fired through a synapse since the creation of the washing machine.
On yet another side note, you really have to admit that the washing machine is up there on the list of things you should really appreciate. I mean screw antibacterials, modern medicine, and cars, all they do is stop people from dying/being slow. Washing machines make us smell good! Sure, it would suck if you died of pnumonia (speeling), but wouldn't it be 100 times worse if everyone at your funeral was wearing, sorrid, stinking, sticky, stiff (giggity), putrid cloathing? Hell yeah, it would! And besides, who cares about people actually LIVING!? There's an overpopulation problem, anyways!
It's like all those african children who get stolen away by rebels and used to fight the government. I mean COME ON! They're being friggen trained in the friggen art war, and they're actually complaining! I say, suck it up, and go and FIGHT THE POWER! FIGHT IT! FIGHT IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!!!!
You see, this is why i developed my plan for world domination. So I can implement my sick, twisted ideas and enforse my assbackwards morals! Imagine, a world with no rich, no poor, and everyone working together for the betterment of mankind. This is easily accomplished, simply by making everyone absolutely destitute, knocking civilization back to the stone age, and forcing everyone to work together to fight off the evil, robotic salamander comandos, who's shoulder-mounted lazer beams can blast a hole through 3 feet of a wall built of dead babies. Ahh... Paradise.
Speaking of paradise, i really want to read paradise lost, by some dude. Seriously, you have to show some dude alot of respect. He did so much stuff, especially involving that other guy, it's just frikken amazing.
Shoot yourself.
Hmm... don't know where that came from.
On yet another side note, you really have to admit that the washing machine is up there on the list of things you should really appreciate. I mean screw antibacterials, modern medicine, and cars, all they do is stop people from dying/being slow. Washing machines make us smell good! Sure, it would suck if you died of pnumonia (speeling), but wouldn't it be 100 times worse if everyone at your funeral was wearing, sorrid, stinking, sticky, stiff (giggity), putrid cloathing? Hell yeah, it would! And besides, who cares about people actually LIVING!? There's an overpopulation problem, anyways!
It's like all those african children who get stolen away by rebels and used to fight the government. I mean COME ON! They're being friggen trained in the friggen art war, and they're actually complaining! I say, suck it up, and go and FIGHT THE POWER! FIGHT IT! FIGHT IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!!!!
You see, this is why i developed my plan for world domination. So I can implement my sick, twisted ideas and enforse my assbackwards morals! Imagine, a world with no rich, no poor, and everyone working together for the betterment of mankind. This is easily accomplished, simply by making everyone absolutely destitute, knocking civilization back to the stone age, and forcing everyone to work together to fight off the evil, robotic salamander comandos, who's shoulder-mounted lazer beams can blast a hole through 3 feet of a wall built of dead babies. Ahh... Paradise.
Speaking of paradise, i really want to read paradise lost, by some dude. Seriously, you have to show some dude alot of respect. He did so much stuff, especially involving that other guy, it's just frikken amazing.
Shoot yourself.
Hmm... don't know where that came from.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
i r bad...
didn't I say that I would stop taking huge breaks in between posts? Well? DIDN'T I!?! Yes, I did. Why did I do it? 'Cause I'm a BAD wittle boy. Err... somthing liek that. (Mudkips)
So I did some stuff to my car, most of which is just more of the same. Lots of sanding, messing around with carpet (giggity), and other various borring things. HOWEVER!!!! I did do somthing new and exiting! I fixed my steering column/turn signal. And by me, I mean Seth. The evil egyptian god. Or the squatter, whichever. And, while I'm not on the topic, watdafuxup with the word column? Why is there an n at the end? It isnt doing anything! It just sits there and mooches off the work of the other letters! While all the rest are making a sound, the n is just like "Ya know what? I'm just gonna be silent. Im just gonna sit here and watch law and order all day." It's like it's on fricken welfare, or somthing. GET A F***ING JOB, LETTER N!!!
I wonder how the food is in mental instatutions (speeling [more speeling]). So, back to the car. Ummm... ahhh... actually, I think I just told you everything. Hmmm.... this is a remarkably short post. Maybe it's because of the MAC WITH NO GODDAMN PICTURES!! No, that's not fair, I do love my mac. (Giggity [not that way, you perv!]) It has been so good to me, what with cool features like the built in video/just plain old camera. Now I can make videos. Hmm... mayheps I will blog that way, from now on...
Nope, to lazy. Besides, then it's not a blog, it's a podcast or some s***. Why do I put in the censer? Probably because my parents know about this blog, and I'm not sure what the deal is with swearing. Becasue THEY DO OWN MEEEE!!
Did you see the irony there? You bet your sweet ass (like the donkey. You know, gambling a sugar coated donkey. Mmmm...) you did. In previous posts, I say that YOU DONT OWN ME!!, but in this one, I said that they do. I am a silly bitch (like the female dog. That's right, I am a female dog. With the halp of Michael Bay, any thing is possible. ...MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE!).
Well, because I'm bored, Im going to continue blogging, and NOT about the car! That is what they call "living on the edge", and it is exactly what I'm doing.
So, I'm grounded. Yeah, doesn't that just lift your spirits? No, it doesn't. And if it does, I want you to crawl into a four-way intersection, dress up like Osama Bin Laden, talk REALLY loud on your cell phone, and pary like it's your last few hours on earth. Cause it is. BLAM! *dead*.
Onomonapia (speeling) FTW! So the reason for my groundation is this, my teachers don't know math.
That's right, those 3 F's? Not my fault at all. I am a perfect being sent from heaven to show the world what true perfection and glory is. (Than I was replaced by Clive Owen, but that is another story. Actually, It's a more intresting story than the one I'm currently telling, so I'll just bust into that one. So my friends and I went to the movies a month or two ago and saw a movie called shoot em up, starring clive owen, paul giamatti [or somthing], and a pair of breasts (breasts is not a swear-word. Now, had I said jugs [like for water] or boobs [like an alternate word for fool] or even boobies [like the birds], that would have been kida bad. but I didn't. Mammary is scientific, right? I think so, so that one is alright, too) attached to some woman. That movie changed me, forever. It was so epicly amazing that I now worship clive owen. I would go through medical experiments and painfull surgury to have his babies. [on a side-note, i'm not gay]. In fact, I joined a facebook group called "I would have clive owen's babies" [still not gay]. So there is that story, moving on to the other one) My teachers simply screwed up, that must be it. IT IS!!! IT IS!!! I AM AMAZING!!! THEY ARE WRONG!!! *quick, someone give him the tranquilizer!* *I can't he's flailing too much!* GAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAHHHHHAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!*do it now* GAAAAA...aahh...a....*snore*
*a few hours later* Whoops, flipped out a little. So basically, no video games, or going over to my friends houses, or anything like that until november 2nd. So that sucks.
Halloween is coming up pretty fast. And I am prepared. I have a grim reaper robe, a scythe, and a guy fawkes mask. Which means that I am also prepared for November the 5th. Are you? "Remember, remember, the 5th of November, the gunpowder treason and plot. I can think of no reason the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot." I am ready for Guy Fawkes day! I'm wearing the mask ALL DAY LONG!! That is pretty epic.
... aaand I'm spent (Austin Powers FTW!).
So I did some stuff to my car, most of which is just more of the same. Lots of sanding, messing around with carpet (giggity), and other various borring things. HOWEVER!!!! I did do somthing new and exiting! I fixed my steering column/turn signal. And by me, I mean Seth. The evil egyptian god. Or the squatter, whichever. And, while I'm not on the topic, watdafuxup with the word column? Why is there an n at the end? It isnt doing anything! It just sits there and mooches off the work of the other letters! While all the rest are making a sound, the n is just like "Ya know what? I'm just gonna be silent. Im just gonna sit here and watch law and order all day." It's like it's on fricken welfare, or somthing. GET A F***ING JOB, LETTER N!!!
I wonder how the food is in mental instatutions (speeling [more speeling]). So, back to the car. Ummm... ahhh... actually, I think I just told you everything. Hmmm.... this is a remarkably short post. Maybe it's because of the MAC WITH NO GODDAMN PICTURES!! No, that's not fair, I do love my mac. (Giggity [not that way, you perv!]) It has been so good to me, what with cool features like the built in video/just plain old camera. Now I can make videos. Hmm... mayheps I will blog that way, from now on...
Nope, to lazy. Besides, then it's not a blog, it's a podcast or some s***. Why do I put in the censer? Probably because my parents know about this blog, and I'm not sure what the deal is with swearing. Becasue THEY DO OWN MEEEE!!
Did you see the irony there? You bet your sweet ass (like the donkey. You know, gambling a sugar coated donkey. Mmmm...) you did. In previous posts, I say that YOU DONT OWN ME!!, but in this one, I said that they do. I am a silly bitch (like the female dog. That's right, I am a female dog. With the halp of Michael Bay, any thing is possible. ...MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE!).
Well, because I'm bored, Im going to continue blogging, and NOT about the car! That is what they call "living on the edge", and it is exactly what I'm doing.
So, I'm grounded. Yeah, doesn't that just lift your spirits? No, it doesn't. And if it does, I want you to crawl into a four-way intersection, dress up like Osama Bin Laden, talk REALLY loud on your cell phone, and pary like it's your last few hours on earth. Cause it is. BLAM! *dead*.
Onomonapia (speeling) FTW! So the reason for my groundation is this, my teachers don't know math.
That's right, those 3 F's? Not my fault at all. I am a perfect being sent from heaven to show the world what true perfection and glory is. (Than I was replaced by Clive Owen, but that is another story. Actually, It's a more intresting story than the one I'm currently telling, so I'll just bust into that one. So my friends and I went to the movies a month or two ago and saw a movie called shoot em up, starring clive owen, paul giamatti [or somthing], and a pair of breasts (breasts is not a swear-word. Now, had I said jugs [like for water] or boobs [like an alternate word for fool] or even boobies [like the birds], that would have been kida bad. but I didn't. Mammary is scientific, right? I think so, so that one is alright, too) attached to some woman. That movie changed me, forever. It was so epicly amazing that I now worship clive owen. I would go through medical experiments and painfull surgury to have his babies. [on a side-note, i'm not gay]. In fact, I joined a facebook group called "I would have clive owen's babies" [still not gay]. So there is that story, moving on to the other one) My teachers simply screwed up, that must be it. IT IS!!! IT IS!!! I AM AMAZING!!! THEY ARE WRONG!!! *quick, someone give him the tranquilizer!* *I can't he's flailing too much!* GAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAHHHHHAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!*do it now* GAAAAA...aahh...a....*snore*
*a few hours later* Whoops, flipped out a little. So basically, no video games, or going over to my friends houses, or anything like that until november 2nd. So that sucks.
Halloween is coming up pretty fast. And I am prepared. I have a grim reaper robe, a scythe, and a guy fawkes mask. Which means that I am also prepared for November the 5th. Are you? "Remember, remember, the 5th of November, the gunpowder treason and plot. I can think of no reason the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot." I am ready for Guy Fawkes day! I'm wearing the mask ALL DAY LONG!! That is pretty epic.
... aaand I'm spent (Austin Powers FTW!).
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