The Obscure

Welcome, one and all, to the incongruent ravings of an inferior mind!

Tuesday, May 28, 2002

Up until recently I had forgotten what it feels like to feel guilty. Now I have been reminded. Often I say things which go too far, I don't have much control over that. For those who I have offended, or hurt, I am sorry.

Saturday, May 18, 2002

God this sucks possum eggs. I wish someone would come on, I have to sign off in like 15 min. anyway. I Need Sustainance! this is the end of Stairway to Heaven, It's kickass

And as we wind on down the road.
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know.
Who shines white and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard,
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all.
To be a Rock and not to Roll.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

-Led Zeppelin

This is about 2 seconds after my last post. I'm going to write a play:
Narrator: We come into this scene as a teacher is asking her class to tell her funny stories about people they know.

Teacher: Students, I would like you each to...

Screw it, it's too hard, this is the beginning of a joke my friend told me once, it ends with a kid saying, "my cousin Jimmy got mad at this guy, and beat him up with a wrench" or something, and the teacher said, "um... what's the moral to that story?" and the kid said in a New Yorkian accent, "Don't F*ck with Jimmy!" when you say it it sounds funny, but writen down it's not, so I gave up. sorry to disapoint you folks.

There is nobody on right now, except dave (who's blogs are The List and Sir Bottomsly Speaks) so I'm pretty bored. Um... The quote of the day, "I'm afraid I can't talk to you right now, I seem to be unconcious." From: my online buddy Lauren, I found it hilarious, being as she typed it after simulating herself choking by typing out all the choking details. I guess you have to be there.

Friday, May 17, 2002

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! something wierd is happening to me, like on that movie "the net" except, contrary to popular belief I'm not Sandra Bullock! I've tried going to every site I have bookmarked, and the only one I can get to is my edit blog thingy (conveniently enough). So I'm beginning to give in to the fact that I may be Sandra Bullock, and this may just be a government conspiracy destroying my life or some crap! (I never really saw the movie, just previews on TNT). I need help, I'm calling out a distress call! Anyone, I repeat, anyone, has access to their telephones, call their moma's and tell them that you love them. Because soon it may happen to you! You too could fall into The Net or something (I wish I saw it, this would sound cooler) and then you won't be able to Instant Message them, or send them cute videos of your Little Kids dancing or learning to walk or some other precious crap. It's too late for me, save yourselves!!! (Or something like it, I don't really know)

Thursday, May 16, 2002

On the gaseous world of Jupiter 2, in a solar system not unlike ours. A robot man exists, it can transform from man, to tractor. His name: USO-112. He is known to his makers as number 1. He was the first of his kind, out of billions. His function: to collect gasses suchas oxygen, nitrogen, and hydrogen, to fuel the false atmosphere on Terra 2. Which is the hollowed out moon of the original Terra. All of the postapopalyptic psuedo-human survivors from the war live there, the last of the human race. Every 100 years or so, he floats down from his gaseous prison, and transforms into his secondary tractor form. Then scrapes necessary elements from jupiter 2's rocky crust. He then makes his centenial voyage across galaxies, to Terra 2, to bring his bounty and supply the humans to last a few centuries more. There are billions of these robots, spread across the universe. But only One, has the power to love.

Sunday, May 12, 2002

I believe that someone who says that they are "more mature" or "smarter" than someone else, is probably not either. They could, hypothetically, need a subconcious assurance that they are better. Suchas, this girl I know, who we will call anastasia, (even though her real name is jen) constantly thinks, or states that me and my friends are immature and not as smart as she and her friends are. She is, truthfully, a few years older, but still- she is really pompous. She just seems not to realize that being smart, doesn't entail actually being more learned, it means having a larger receptacle for knowledge, or having a better grasp of logic or philosophy. I don't want to sound whiny, but this afternoon she was just being a bitch, along with all the other stupid preppy girls who congregate with her.

Wednesday, May 01, 2002

Is it just me? yes, yes it is.


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