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fucking ice cream man ruined my sleep.
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Saturday, April 12th, 2008
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Today as I was writing my twenty-five page paper in Microsoft Word, one of my sentences was underlined with a PURPLE squiggly line. not red... not green... purple. ???//?/!1 what's going on?
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I read a letter from a man on death row today who claimed himself to be innocent. It was fucking chilling the way he described the rape, murder, and corpse that he apparently did not commit. I wanted to believe him, I wanted to help him. But the way he wrote, with an underlying humor, scared the shit out of me. It seemed as though he felt no remorse for a crime in which all evidence indicated his guilt. And even if he was innocent, how can you write about a rape/murder victim with a humorous tone?
Which led me to think how a man must live with an eminent death awaiting him. Has he really tricked his mind into believing in in his own innocence? Is the death penalty even worth it when criminals believe in their own innocence so they may die a peaceful death? Is his letter a desperate attempt in clawing for his life? And if so maybe it has taught him something. Because how could a man claim innocence when he has killed a fellow inmate of his while awaiting death? But has deathrow really driven him that insane?
The death penalty is too good for men like him. I say keep him locked away in solitary with only his guilt to keep him company.
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Saturday, April 14th, 2007
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Sometimes i sit around at 5:30 in the morning thinking to myself, "humph, maybe i should update that livejournal so i'll have something to back on in the future." But then I usually remember that I have nothing to say, I do nothing of any importance, and I have no thoughts worth recording into a journal.
So why then am I updating? Ah, this is simply a mile stone in my life. A simple marker that emphasizes the fact that this time in my life can be written off in the history books. Because when I write my auto-biography i'll forget to write about this period, and this entry will serve it's purpose in telling me that I fucked up during 07. Take right now for example, the sun is rising and I have yet to sleep or get past page 7 of the book i need to read, but I did manage to watch the red sox game, get to page 50 in freakanomics, stare at baseball stats, and write this entry.
Two more days of classes, then come July I'm a grown ass man. How do you like them apples?
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Thursday, March 15th, 2007
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Flash
Today in the warmth i was flashed
I was so disturbed that i nearly crashed
The scene was a horrid one
because she did not have very nice buns
so i picked up a stick and ran real quick
to shield myself from the so called fun
Edit: Today I woke up with no underwear on under my shorts, and I have NO idea why.
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Monday, February 26th, 2007
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Ladies and Gentlemen,
If your reading this, than you all ready know.
I am dropping out of school and moving to Idaho to follow my dream of farming those sweet sweet potatoes.
I love you all
David "THE POTATO MAN" Slam
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Tuesday, February 13th, 2007
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Today is the best day of the week.
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Wednesday, February 7th, 2007
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The Past. The past is so fucking detrimental to a person's thought process. History has proven that mankind will always yearn for this "Golden Age". It's bullshit like Disney's Celebration (http://www.celebrationfl.com/) that don't allow us to wake the fuck up. This is a closed community which is meant to represent a 50's type lifestyle, where neighbors are encouraged to engage in activities and everyone is friendly, basically the shit you see in creepy movies. The past is only a place for people to hide from their problems. One needs to realize that even during this "golden age" people were just as fucked up as you are. And the assholes sulking in the corner wishing they had the past back, need to fucking realize that the past wasn't that good anyway, it just wasn't as fucked as you are now.
That being said, and this new light being shed on the fact that you were always fucked in the ass, one can now finally stop crying about the past and actually get up and do something with themselves. Life will offer you no hand in getting up. And lady luck will not always be on your side. You will be constantly tested, and whether you believe it is from a higher power or not, the same belief will ring true. You look to the future and not to the past. The past should only serve as guidance and not a blueprint, because as stated earlier it was never as good as you thought it was.
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Tuesday, February 6th, 2007
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Today I took a nap, solely because there were still four hours left till house.
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Tuesday, January 30th, 2007
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Today is the one day where if you take the early flight home from san diego and find a strange naked man coming out of your bathroom like a god damned puppet show ready to gang bang your wife when it all doesn't matter. Because at nine PM you can go ahead and grab your arizona iced tea and your bowl of popcorn and snuggle up with a nice episode of House.
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Thursday, December 14th, 2006
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Hello, I'd like to reintroduce myself, in case anyone forgot that I existed. My name is Dave and i am an avid LJ reader, but lately not too much of a contributor. I figure that i should get my entries in before new legislation requires sex offenders to register for online sites such as this one as well as myspace. If you know me, i'm not as creepy as you may think. I'm not really a sex offender... well kind of not really.
Tomorrow i will be on my way home to the beloved township of Ewing. I can say that i will enjoy being home and realizing i don't have a final to study for. But i can also say that there was never a time in which i've felt so little enthusiasm about being home until now. I don't really know why i feel this way, last year i would have loved nothing more than being at home and spending time with friends, it was probably my favorite winter break that i remember, but this year i don't feel like enduring the long trek home and i really don't feel like enduring the long and cold christmas season. I just don't like having fun anymore. I've written so many damn papers and studied for so many exams that i just don't like having fun.
I remember a time when fuck was the most used word in my entries. I find it a little disturbing that my anger in writing has be replaced instead with grief. Maybe its just the season, hopefully its just the season.
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Thursday, June 15th, 2006
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Tonight is not a good night for sleeping.
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The past and the future are both such ridiculous concepts. They're only meant for people to hide from the present, to make excuses for their mistakes. Thats all that anyone has surmounted to, a series of scapegoats, whether it be your neighbor or your very own past.
Accept your present, i know i have, shit happens. What ifs and thinking of the future will tear apart your mind. Learn to fucking crawl before you walk, take one step at a time. Live your life one day at a time, and never look back. Take little pieces of memories with you, but dont stop to dwell in the past.
Things in the past are dead and are needed to be dropped. My ultimate philosphy is still that to be happy one only needs to strive for happiness on this day and the next. I'm going to talk to whoever is best at making me smile. I'm going to do whatever is best at making me feel good. And im going to have a good fucking time along the way.
So consider yourself a lucky person if you're talking to talking to me, cause i guarantee you're probably making me smile. And consider yourself lucky if you play 9 year olds in baseball with me, cause that was really fun.
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Wednesday, March 29th, 2006
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I should be an alaskan crab fisherman.
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There is a mouse in my room, so i made a mouse trap. I put some cheese on the ground under a bucket and its being held up by a pencil, so when the mouse goes to eat the cheese he'll hit the pencil BAM mouse in a bucket. Fucking genius.
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Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
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this morning kyle tried to wake me up for class, and i thought he was my mom, so i told him i was sick.
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Saturday, February 11th, 2006
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Being awake at 5:30 in the morning has made me only realize one thing, well maybe two, first that im fucking tired, and second that life is an eternal internal battle. The second you feel soothed or serene your mind battles you with the what ifs of life, and the how much you fucked up. The famous what ifs, the what ifs that sit in the back of your mind on day to day basis yearning to just flip the fuck out. Litterally one second you could be sitting enjoying a nice vanilla milkshake and the next is like a, "what is my life coming to?" moment. Should I be goal oriented? Or should i wing it like i've always been doing? All in all risking that i might fuck up even more.
My problem is that i dont start swinging my fists till theres three guys pinning me up agaisnt the wall, three big fucking guys. Is that really what i want to do with my life? "Oh shit im about to fail, better pony the fuck up." I have my one side trying to defend my actions, "sit back man, chill out, just be dave. good things happen with time." i like that a lot, cause i feel like i have more control even if im not doing a damn thing. but of course im also faced with the, "wow, nice job not doing a god damned thing. fucking failure. a disgrace. embarassing." so is patience a virture or do nice guys really finish last?
What a stupid fucking question, cause it doesnt even matter, because i, through whatever fucking spike strips or banana peels or any other ridiculous fucking thing life decides to throw at me to emently impede my success has no effect on me, i am who i fucking am. and i am the same motherfucking guy, whether you've known me since 6th grade or 11th grade. Except now i find myself so much more talented in using the word fuck.
All i want is to find a peace, to find a middle ground in my mind and my life. I'm asking life to please stop shaking my fucking snow globe, because i get motion sickness.
I never like to end on a bad note, no matter how angry or upset i am. Because if you already know me, or plan on knowing me, you'll know that i'm overall a pretty nice guy. I like being with people, talking to people, and being a moron. The best feeling will always be making someone smile, especially if that someone is a beautiful girl, whether it be falling down stairs or just saying the right thing. If i know that i made someone else smile, no matter how angry i am, i can't help but smile myself. I'm that guy who isn't afraid to risk it all, but so afraid to lose it all. I'm that guy that will fully appreciate anything you've done for me, and honestly feel that i have to repay it in ten folds. I understand that, i have great potential of being taken advantage of. but come on, im a big kid. try me, cause sometimes im pretty clever as well. haha. I like it, i like it a lot, i think life would be so much easier if people bragged all the time. This way all the bullshit is bypassed. Modesty is dead.
Honesty is hard to find, if you find one day that your telling all your secrets all your feelings to a certain person. Hold on, don't let go.
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Friday, January 27th, 2006
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You guys can all sit there and read and listen to my lament, you might actually feel the grief and sorrow im trying to express. Hahaha fuck that shit, you guys should definitely listen to me about the time i told Chunk that lament meant to change a hamburger into a cheeseburger. Story goes as follows;
Chunk: Ms. Vogel whats lament meant?
Vogel: Um, welllll
Me: Chunk all right listen up, you have a hamburger right?
Chunk: Yeah.
Me: you put cheese on that hamburger, now its a cheee....
Chunk: ssse burger
Me: thats right chunk, what'd you do to that hamburger?
Chunk: I....uh..
Me: YES you lamented it, you lamented the hamburger.
Chunk: ooooh all right, thanks man.
We wake up every morning with big motherfucking smiles plastered on our faces. Who knows, one morning you could wake up and get a fucking hundred on the math quiz. And maybe that day, maybe that moment, that fake fucking smile you woke up this morning will be real, and it makes it so much better. Live one fucking day, one smile at a time. Put the past behind you, theres no reason to dwell, today is today, and next friday i have another fucking quiz. And tomorrow is another day that im going to laugh, regardless.
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Tuesday, January 24th, 2006
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You know when you try and read, whether it be for school or for fun(some of you dont read at all but bare with me on this one), and you try to read a sentence, a paragraph, or a page but you never actully read it. Your eyes just kind of glance over the page to no avail. Well today i stared at the same page for 45 minutes without even realizing it, thats forty five minutes i could have spent reading the god damned thing, thats like 30 pages i could have read. I suck.
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Sunday, January 22nd, 2006
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i dont want to read anymore. i wish it were warm and summer. i bought frozen pizzas.
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