tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351784542024-03-13T09:46:31.749-07:00Theta PrimeIf you can read this, you're not dead yet.Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-42141772255256485692007-09-29T12:32:00.001-07:002007-09-29T13:07:46.867-07:00I'm out there Jerry and I'm lovin' every minute of it!Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-42025299248297254052007-05-03T18:17:00.000-07:002007-05-03T18:43:43.204-07:00EpitaphOver the last few months of not posting here my life has moved on from writing to no one. As I am a teenager still I change very rapidly and very often, since December I started smoking marijuana and am now a 'stoner' or 'pothead'. I guess you could say this is because of working at Pizza Hut (though it would have happened at any other restaurant, since the entire restaurant business is two-thirds potheads), but I and most people should thank them for that little gift. I guess working with people who smoked reguarily and were also great people made an impact. I got to know them and found people who were much more knowledgable than I, especially on recreational drugs. I'm not going to rant about that because that is all that is needed to say. Marijuana is a recreational drug, you should not need to depend on it. I won't discuss this because it's not really an important factor, just take into account that I've changed recently, I've learned alot about myself (and if you have stumbled upon this long lost blog and want to talk or question me feel free to email to dbernacki@gmail.com).<br /><br />I've been trying to delete this old and tired blog, it has no purpose anymore. I was going to aswell, until I decided to read some today. My writing from the when I started this and on has been short bursts of emotion throughout my teenage years. My writings of loves that have never been (none of them) and hate for myself and other because of that. I realize that it was never poetic in the least despite my best efforts, but I don't regret writing, because I'm sure it helped my growth. I encourage people to do the same aswell, it's good to get these things out even if it's to the vast emptiness that is the internet.<br /><br />I would love to get into a long, intricate philisophical conversation (with myself I assume) where after reading this you realize the pain that i've gone through. What pain you may ask? Well it certainly isn't the suffering of the homeless, or those in Darfur or other places being raped by genecide, but the simple pain of craving love and never having that craving filled. Would it have worked out with these beautiful young girls that I fancied so much? Yes. I believe it would have. In fact I have no doubt that we would have had passionate relationships, but it didn't, and that's how life deals out it's cards. I can't argue with it, I wouldn't be writing this in gratitude if it hadn't (that is not to say that I would have prefered not to enjoy the experience of highschool romance and relationships).<br /><br />If I am never to post on here again (which I'm not sure of but it isn't promising) I may aswell post my religious fews thus far. I've come to the conclusion that believeing in things such as the String or Big Bang theory take just as much blind faith and over-confidence that believing in God would. I consider myself Agnostic (agnostic: <span style="font-size:-1;">one who believes that the evidence for and against the existence of God is inconclusive.) <span style="font-size:100%;">if anyone asks, but will not hesitate to get into a discussion with them. We can not comprehend the Universe or why we are here, and we are constantly underestimating it's vastness and wonder. As far as I've come to believe there is no God. The only God I could consider is the Universe in itself. Because we are all one, at an atomic level we are all connected. There have been studies shown that intent has purpose in life, they cannot explain how or why but the intent to do something changes things. Therefore, every person and their intent makes a difference. This is how I would explain miracles (I'm skipping a long winded explanation used in the movie <span style="font-style: italic;">What the $@#! Do We Know? Further Down the Rabbit Hole</span>) and prayer. When someone puts concentration into something they're intent is released into the rest of life and has an effect on how time (fourth-dimension) plays out. What happens when we die you may ask? I have no idea, but I can't wait to find out.<br /><br />And for now, I've found a wonderful girl that I've known most of my life, and I wish to start a relationship. Although what you wish to have doesn't neccesarily play out, but since intent makes a difference I have to atleast try, and hope she feels the same. And the answer to the question I asked oh so many times; Love is undefinable or justifiable, but you have to try.<br /><br />And now it's time to leave and turn into dust...<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-24723090639183596702007-03-13T21:13:00.000-07:002007-03-13T21:14:15.478-07:00Is it childish?I just don't know anymorePriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-45872654486764471632007-03-12T21:33:00.000-07:002007-03-12T21:42:57.762-07:00I wouldn't put effort into this if I didn't careMaybe it's just vainity, or maybe it's just the fact that I really want to get the point across. You've fucked me over four ways from Friday, and the fact that I express some interest in losing a best friend is not my fault. I try to make means and be friends again, but you, or should I say he, won't let that. There have been many, many people who have told me just to kick his ass, butI refuse to do that without confrontation. I'm not the bad guy here, all I've done is cared for something that has slipped from my grasp, pardon me, something that was ripped out from my grasp. You enjoy being my friend, you always have and if you ever pull your head out of your ass and look around at the world you just might in the future. If everyone agrees except you, how can you say that they are wrong? We all see it, why can't you? You've changed for the worst, into a horrible person who doesn't care about anyone but yourself.<br /><br />Of course you'll say "Whatever, I'm a selfish bitch" and take pride in it, but you know you don't like it. You don't like being the person people raise their noses at, or someone who is constantly being dissed behind their back, it's not a nice feeling. Come out of that bubble filled with your own demise, look around, see what you've lost, long term and short term. And for what, half of what anyone else can give you? Just because people laugh and smile along with your fake smiles doesn't mean theirs aren't fake either. At first we understood this little play of yours, the scenes flowed seemlesslely into one another, but we've grown bored, it's the same thing over and over again, the dilaogue hasn't changed, and we're getting angry that we have to sit here and watch this fucking pile of rubbish. Get your shit together before you lose it and everyone who loved you.Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-83394081298211778042007-03-05T21:22:00.000-08:002008-12-08T13:30:23.787-08:00I'm trying, i'm doing my best.No, that's a lie. I'm trying to do something I can't accomplish. I'm trying to break myself out of the mold, everyday life. And no, I don't mean that I should start doing something a little different, I mean I should completely change myself and see life for what it is. This comic...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cJuLTBWrwU/Rez69xJpKDI/AAAAAAAAACI/Gh3PvRpbeAk/s1600-h/dreams.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cJuLTBWrwU/Rez69xJpKDI/AAAAAAAAACI/Gh3PvRpbeAk/s400/dreams.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038678022193489970" border="0" /></a><br />...the more I read the more it makes me want to do just that. Stop being afraid of not uncomforting everyone else. I want to be out going, he's right, everyday we face a million possibilites, we could do anything that day, we could change someone's life, but we decide to stay with the same routine, same job, same girlfriend or boyfriend, same life. Look outside the box people!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I come in to this little square (you know, this place where my text lays into) expecting to write something longwinded and profound, but the second my fingers hit the keyboard blood drizzles down from my ear and I crap my pants. My goodness, it's not even worth trying anymore.</span>Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-24353479569134526412007-02-25T18:41:00.000-08:002007-02-25T18:56:05.823-08:00Monologue<span style="font-style: italic;">I walked away from her with more hate than I could handle, but it was all at myself. I just watched my life fall apart within minutes, constantly a voice in the back of my head telling me to shutup. It told me to hold her, and I wanted to, but you can't just forget what's important. "You need to have respect for yourself", I thought, "You can't let yourself be walked over and used". There are times in life you need to stand up for yourself, for what you want. But how can I have what I'm throwing away. Is respect more important than what's in my heart? I talk like I know what I'm doing, and I try to put up a good fight, I create the illusion that I'm a man, but I'm not really. I have no idea who I am anymore, but it's not that I've lost myself, it's that I used to think I knew myself. That walk home was the coldest I've ever had to endure, I questioned whether walking was worth it. All I wanted to do was lay in the snow and let time spin past until I had a reason to get up. There is nothing left, I have no where to go now, no one who cares about me. You were the first and last person that cared, or seemed to care. I don't what to do now, I'm hurt, in more pain than I can comprehend. But, why isn't she? I'm afraid and have no one to go to. I just know I can't let this be the end, I can't take it now, let alone when I see her. I don't want to lose you now, I still need you.<br /></span>Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-61443296570209763342007-02-16T15:19:00.000-08:002007-02-16T16:44:51.591-08:00It's always better when we're togetherEveryone went through being a teenager, whether you were born into the suburban North American life or not is the variable but regardless you should know how dramatic teenagers can get. Now you might have been the one sitting with your face planted in your hands shaking your head at how idiotic your friend was being, or you might have been the one causing scenes over nothing, and being a 'drama queen' (There are no 'Drama Kings', if a guy is being that dramatic he is - atleast by me - labeled a Queen). Well, I can't stand it. Sometimes I hate the generation I was born into, and how over dramatic, and dependent we've become.<br /><br />I hate school, that's a fact, I've come to despise the place. School (or atleast highschool) takes all the possibilites of life, all the hopes and dreams you may concur outside of it, and it crushes them the second you step a foot within the doors. I walk down the halls and see these people who are unaware of their own ignorance, they're sheep most of them, blind sheep, being lead by the blind. When did the 'ideal' life become getting out of school, getting a career and settling down? That sounds like a load of shit to me. Where is the adventure? I hope that doesn't happen to me, whether I enjoy it at the time or not.<br /><br />In the last few months I've slowly been moving over to evolution, it's making more and more sense. I've stopped question the beginning (not creation, might i add). Regardless of what religion you're in there is no answer for the beginning, and if there was, it would be inexpressable. Now, I'd like the clarify that I am <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> talking about creation, I am not talking about evolution versus creationism, such a Christianity. I am merely wasting my breath trying to understand the beginning. In both theories there was something before the Earth was created, either gases or God, so the question arises when did anything start, or where did <span style="font-style:italic;">those</span> come from? But my mind instantly jumps to, 'What are we in?', this can't be real. There is no answer, hence why this is pointless, but it is impossible for the human mind to comprehend it.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If you haven't noticed I'm jumping from topic to topic, there is not plot to this dialogue.</span><br /><br />I bought the movie <a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0243017/">Waking Life</a> about a month ago, and that impacted my life significantly, and if you have not seen the movie I highly, highly recommend you do. Watch this clip and let it sink in...<br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NCXCDhTFSDc"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NCXCDhTFSDc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></object></embed><br /><br />I'll discuss more later, I have alot on my mind.Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-23450796548500429142007-01-20T14:40:00.000-08:002007-01-20T14:58:25.042-08:00Fleeting emotionsThere are many ways to look at a person, sometimes our opinion of that person persuades us to see them differently. There are layers that you go through, when you stare at someone long enough. You can look from the perspective of an admirer, pulling forth every amazing aspect of them, they're beauty and creativity, and their wonderful smile and that glint of life in their eyes. The fact that with every tiny smile that they make, you feel like you're flying, and that nothing can stop either of you right now. And then if you keep looking you can see them as an aquaitence, as if you just met them on the bus, they're a mystery still, unexplored in your mind. And if you look even further, you can reach the level that they see themselves, their selfconciousness. When we look into a mirror and see our flaws, it's because we've looked long enough to realize what we think is bad, most people don't see it. Eventually the creases in their face come out, the bags under their eyes have just caught your attention, you realize they're actually really tired inside, and that behind that glint of life in their eyes, they're crying for companionship. And still, if you look further, past the complex system of carbon you realize that they are no more flesh than they are the air, and the person you're really talking to is their spirit, or soul. Or atleast, this is what we all hope, otherwise it would mean you're talking to their brain, calculated answers coming out of their mouth, answers that are just instinctively bettering themselves for survival. We all hope that we have souls, otherwise we don't have free will.<br /><br />I am slowly escaping the clutches of reality, or atleast that's what I've been telling myself. Whether I'm reaching a new state of conciousness or just going insane, is still undecided. I can't stop thinking of the people I love, and the people I want to love. And I can't stop thinking that nothing else matters. But then those few minutes of holiness are gone, and I come back to my body, and remember that my chances of my dreams becoming true are slim to none. I remember, that I am ugly to what people today believe is beautiful. I remember that, just because I can love someone, doesn't mean they can love me. I remember that you don't really know me, you musn't, because I don't even know me.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But always remember that you are loved</span>Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-46527661267017569752007-01-18T21:12:00.001-08:002007-01-18T21:12:55.279-08:00Yeah, I admit it I was the one who shot the sheriff<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fntiAF3OSts"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fntiAF3OSts" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />And I made that aswell. Be englightened.Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-82697948628764811272007-01-07T20:23:00.000-08:002008-12-08T13:30:24.012-08:00Don't Worry Be HappyThis conversation occured between my coworker Theo and I when we made it our mission to listen Don't Worry Be Happy by Bobby Mc Ferrin for as long as we could, we were about half an hour in...<br /><br />Me: *Sings* Don't worry be happy...<br /><br />Theo: You know...<br /><br />Me: Yeah?<br /><br />Theo: Bobby Mc Ferrin commited suicide eh.<br /><br />Me: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Th-thats HAHAH!<br /><br />Theo: *Grin*<br /><br />Me: HAHAHAHeheheh That's horrible! Hahahahah!<br /><br />Theo: And so ironic!<br /><br />That was the most hilarious thing I've heard lately, regardless (as I was told shortly after) that it's known to be a myth.<br />I don't understand some people, doesn't everyone other than me realize this is life? I know that sounds conceded, but thats how everyone seems to appear to me. I was driving around this morning with my buddies, and we were discussing things we want in life and where we want to go, and I thought to myself, "Why not now?" It just seems odd to me that everyone sets there sights so far away for something that's right in front of us. The laws of man shouldn't set foot near our dreams.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cJuLTBWrwU/RaHSMQii8AI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q3wy7XSzUoc/s1600-h/ferret.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cJuLTBWrwU/RaHSMQii8AI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q3wy7XSzUoc/s400/ferret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017522567907569666" border="0" /></a><br />I can't look at anything anymore without analyzing it, what it's made of, and why I can't put my hand through it. I drift onward wondering what I want to do with my life. Not what I want to do as a career or that i want to start a family, but what I truly what I want to do, not what everyone thinks I should do. If you want to live in a one room apartment being a musician and gigin' out all your life, then I think you should do that. If you want to buy a car, grab a camera and drive from city to city or country to country freelancing photography then I think you should do it. I'm tired of people telling us what isn't smart, what isn't a good idea, from the day we enter kindergarten we're told this. Who is it that decided what is right with the world, who decides which ideas are greatness.Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-5229014995913225192007-01-07T13:49:00.001-08:002007-01-07T21:17:47.866-08:00Testing an audio player<embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/mini/mini.swf?b=MTQ4MDIzNDA=&o=MTg1MDAwMDY=&amp;d=MTE2ODE3ODI0Mg==&u=aHR0cDovL211c2ljcGxheWVyLm15c3BhY2UuY29tLw==&t=XYDEoY35oMb1T9KFfbpn2q0pwaJNXv3DFBMtKsk4AYXQufvzjoZDI8+dgbw+NhB6G4J59fCehlDsCxgTqIwbUg==&i=NTYxNTcwNTM=&a=VHJ1ZQ==" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" name="mp3player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="51" width="295" autoplay="true"></embed>Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-1234134665414227832007-01-05T00:52:00.000-08:002007-01-05T00:54:06.301-08:00I'm waiting for the elephantI was going to rant about the fact that my friends don't actually act like friends until it's convenient for them. But then after walking around at 3am listening to Cake made me realize that i don't really fucking care, and no one else does, this is life.Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-87708070761439063552006-12-29T10:56:00.000-08:002008-12-08T13:30:24.223-08:00Comatose<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xkcd.com"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cJuLTBWrwU/RZVk5-FC1BI/AAAAAAAAABg/rSJLuLo__Xs/s400/hallucinations.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014024707226391570" border="0" /></a>I truly love the writing he does.Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-1711535519433015532006-12-27T09:54:00.000-08:002008-12-08T13:30:24.410-08:00the face of dawnSo Christmas came and went, old St. Nicholas snuck up on me again this year, didn't realize it was so close until two weeks before; I don't pay attention to the date, I'm the kind of person who lives out of the seat of my pants. I'm not a huge fan of the holiday, I mean it's fun and all, but I enjoy the break afterwards even more. I guess I should cherish the few years where I have a good two weeks off to relax, because it won't be the same in a while.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/45363142/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cJuLTBWrwU/RZK9UuFC1AI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZJ5f56q_jno/s400/thoughts_not_coming_by_werol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013277498881004546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Thoughts Not Coming by Werol<br /><br /></span></div>Once again I have the urge to start a comic but no commitment. I have no excuse not to either, as much as I hate my drawings I've read and enjoyed comics that had terrible drawings, I know places that can host them and I'm sure I can get one of the many ideas in my head out. But I just don't have the commitement to take two hours every other night, sketch out a guideline, scan it in, do the lineart, color the characters, write the dialogue, finish a background, and upload it. I have to be able to enjoy it, but I don't enjoy anything anymore.Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-42121806786964522992006-12-21T14:21:00.000-08:002008-12-08T13:30:24.571-08:00Subect to malfunction<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cJuLTBWrwU/RYsJHeFC0_I/AAAAAAAAABI/QYrH4-WazB4/s1600-h/holeintheskyresize.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cJuLTBWrwU/RYsJHeFC0_I/AAAAAAAAABI/QYrH4-WazB4/s400/holeintheskyresize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011109034317763570" border="0" /></a>Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-25225139311575394332006-12-19T10:52:00.000-08:002008-12-08T13:30:24.666-08:00Brainmatter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://xkcd.com/c17.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cJuLTBWrwU/RYg1QuFC09I/AAAAAAAAAAw/-eeW1fBb6Yg/s400/what_if.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010313146813043666" border="0" /></a>Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-53600354531406772372006-12-16T10:47:00.000-08:002006-12-16T11:01:34.109-08:00FantasiaI hate having morals, I wish I could be like everyone else in this country and not give a damn if they ruin someones day. I may not have ruined this guys day, but he walkd away from Pizza Hut in a bad mood, in fact he flipped me off.<br /><br />I had just walked out of the washroom that sits out in the dining room, and after reviewing the faces of everyone at their tables, checking to see if I recognize anyone. I see this man who had just left after his purchase, turn around and walk back to the counter staring at his pizza like it was sopme sort of monster. I'm standing behind inspecting the pizza, being one of the people who made it, wondering what was wrong, a piece had just gotten stuck to the top of the box and fell of, he assumed he was missing it and came back. Once it fell down and he realized what had happened, he apologized thanked us for the purchase and preceeded to leave. After I thought he had left i slipped behind a little wall next to the counter to keep myself out of view, and started talking to my buddy who was working with me.<br /><br />"Man, I thought that guy was going to be a dick.."<br /><br />"Yeah, same."<br /><br />"But he was pretty nice."<br /><br />Well I assumed wrong, and he hadnt quite left, he was doing up his coat or something or other, and I guess he over heard us wrong. I'm guessing he heard me say, "Man... that guy was a dick". But he flipped me off, or my buddy, I'm not completely sure. But that was bugging me for the rest of the night, he was actually a good customer, he had a misunderstanding, aplogized and thanked us for a second time. I feel like I should have went after him and explained the misunderstanding, because after that he left in a bad mood and thinking that everyone that works atPizza Hut are a bunch of dicks (sadly thats true too).Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-31774957638536970642006-12-10T21:18:00.000-08:002006-12-10T21:19:30.296-08:00Welcome Home - Coheed & Cambria<span class="std_font" style="font-size:180%;"> One last kiss for you<br />One more wish to you<br />Please make up your mind girl...<br />I'd do anything for you<br />One last kiss for you<br />One more wish to you<br />Please make up your mind girl...<br />Before I hope you die<br /> </span>Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-44016496969513030712006-12-09T09:51:00.000-08:002008-12-08T13:30:24.763-08:00and know one can tell that i'm sadBehind it all, behind all the laughter and the jokes, behind the playful banter, I'm actually sad. But this is something we al have to live with, and all have accept. There will be times in our lives when it gets the better of us, it could be for a day or maybe for years, you don't know.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And I say way-hey-hey, it's just an ordinary day and it's all your state of mind. At the end of the day, you've just got to say... it's all right.</span><br /><br />I hate being the person that I am. It's being nearly two years and what i feel still hasn't gone away. It's horrible, I shouldn't be doing what I am, and I shouldn't be feeling what I'm feeling. Why is that I don't want anything else? I had a girlfriend in the palm of my hands, something I've been complaining about getting for sometime, and I turned it down. Why? I don't know, just something that was in me before came back. That if I don't have that first than nothing else really matters. It's just moot.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/44226773/?qo=7&q=by%3Akathumane&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cJuLTBWrwU/RXr6ymhW6wI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IZ8LGfGKoi4/s400/Figure_by_Kathumane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006589683016592130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Figure by Kathumane</span><br /></div>Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-32072459914178333242006-12-07T14:40:00.000-08:002008-12-08T13:30:24.881-08:00Maybe some dayMaybe this time it will stick. Maybe it will stick, that I'm a good guy, that I know what I'm doing. Maybe this time you'll finally see as me was you should, and look at me as more than a friend. Maybe you'll realize I'm what you need.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/print/447043/?qo=2&qh=special%3Aprints"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cJuLTBWrwU/RXiZcGhW6vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ap9vkSuOuxg/s400/2932c423fdfd5a29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005919693888219890" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Casper by lithp<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">...or maybe you won't.<br /></div></div>Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-39487292285688139862006-12-03T08:20:00.000-08:002008-12-08T13:30:25.205-08:00Deviation of the Day<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43525027/?qo=3&qh=special%3Add"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cJuLTBWrwU/RXL5Vb94e9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ik3tcxnuvyo/s400/Kitty_by_pure_andrea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004336282641923026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Kitty by Pure-Andrea<br /></span></div>Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-46900581537937478862006-11-29T06:06:00.001-08:002006-11-29T06:06:26.254-08:00www.bash.orgRabidplaybunny87: Okay, so my neighbors officially hate me<br />GarbageStan23: why?<br />Rabidplaybunny87: Well, me, david and andrew were having a bonfire in the backyard, and we were making s'mores and all... and suddenly we here sirens, and see a firetruck turn into the street in front of us.<br />Rabidplaybunny87: So we all went running to see what was up, and our neigbor's house was on fire!<br />GarbageStan23: oh shit!<br />Rabidplaybunny87: Yeah, and when we got there, the wife was crying into her husbands arms, and we were just kinda standing there, and then she saw us, and then like for 10 seconds, gave us the dirtiest look ever<br />Rabidplaybunny87: Turns out, we were still holding our sticks with marshmallows on it, watching the fire....<br />Rabidplaybunny87: talk about bad timing...Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-87761095722714638012006-11-29T05:56:00.000-08:002006-11-29T05:57:00.237-08:00www.bash.org"DragonflyBlade21: A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired."<br /><br />So true.Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-1894333181535005292006-11-29T05:51:00.001-08:002006-11-29T05:51:41.076-08:00www.bash.org"The problem with America is stupidity. I'm not saying there should be a capital punishment for stupidity, but why don't we just take the safety labels off of everything and let the problem solve itself?"Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35178454.post-59320148637085734212006-11-28T05:54:00.000-08:002006-11-28T05:57:29.760-08:00Deviation of the day<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43794865/?qo=3&qh=special%3Anewest"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2006/4294/400/Insanity_by_Dreckfuchs.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Insanity by Dreckfuchs<br /></span></div>Priszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471363230661967607noreply@blogger.com0