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Name: Richard
Birthday: 3/16/1990
Gender: Male
Interests: Astrology, the USAF, music, water, pizza, italian sausage, dry cereal, that funky copper smell, shiny things, ear-bud headphones, talking in class, talking in general, those awkward silences, dancing even though I can't worth a damn, trumpet, hard rock, the dull roar of a crowd on the streets of a big city, intelligent people, laughing, the color blue, that noise you can make when you blow on a blade of grass, whistling, physical contact, awkwardly being the only one left laughing about something that wasn't really funny to begin with, the terms "mmk," "Yayuhhhh," "bread," "damn," and "cocoa," talking on the phone until three in the morning, Six Flags, things that make most people cringe, things that nobody else likes, tie dye, spikes, the word "penis," talking about sex, talking about random things, flying, frying, denying, supplying, blaming my farts on other people, blaming other people on my farts, really really fine dust, wind, thunderstorms, tornadoes, and a whole lot more junk..
Expertise: Answering questions with questions
Occupation: School... >_<
Industry: Juniorish Studente
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  spedbread08
MSN: spedbread08@aol.com
Yahoo:  dark_pisces0316
Member Since:
6/22/2006
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| Bitter rant time.... Annnnd... GO! I absolutely cannot stand being yelled at for doing the right thing. I stand up for my friends because they are just that: my friends. I don't stand up for them just to be funny or to have something to do. So what if I just happen to be true to my friends? So what if I want to be REAL?? Why should that matter to any of you? I was recently yelled at for sticking up for a friend. And then someone else stuck their nose in it and snapped at me too. What's a guy gotta do? Well... I could probably utilize this time to shout profanity and proclaim "Death to humanity!" and whatnot, but I choose the intelligent path. Yeah. I dyed my hair black. Did I do it for you? NO!! Back off. Now. | | |
| Hmm... Now that I'm here on this wonderful "new entry" page, I don't really feel like typing a full-fledged entry. So screw you. And your enthusiasm. Deck the halls with boughs of SHUT THE HELL UP!! | | |
| [door creaks open] Hello, all.
Am I wrong for wanting to help to world? Or better yet. Am I wrong for wanting to give anyone I can that sort've simple joy in life that makes it worth living? Sure, you can't make everyone happy. Hell, it's hard enough making one person happy. But I'm talking about that little shot of happiness that makes your mind's voice go "Well damn. That made my day." Am I so wrong for trying to cultivate that? And if I am, by all means, tell me. I need to know these things, ya know. I dunno. It seems like lately I've been submersed in a veritable sea of negativity. More specifically concerning love and relationships (since when does life not have to deal with those two things, right?) Everyone's crawling over each other. So confused are they. So confused. Why does everyone fight for something they know is going to cause them pain? Is it because of the pleasure that is accompanied by it? Simple pleasures? Complex pleasures? So, my young... well... you might be old, but I don't think anyone "olllddd" is visiting my Xanga page. Hell, hardly any "young" people are. If you are old, though, please see my "Old and Decrepit Terms and Services Policy." So anyways, my young friend(s), I ask you. Am I in the wrong for trying to bring simple joys to those around me? Will it lead to my ultimate destruction? Who knows, but I shal press onward. Good luck finding out the secret to the universe. There isn't one. | | |
| Soooo... Bleeep. Confusion. I don't think that's a word that needs to be defined, do you? Life is confusing, yes, but why? Well you might as well find the last number of pi. Life is confusing because it is. It has to be in order for it to be interesting and worth living. Think about it. Would you really be as excited about being on the not-so-green earth if you got every single thing you wanted when you wanted it? Don't you dare say no. DON'T YOU DARE! My heart, head, and existance are spinning in unison. I'm nauseous. Let me offa dis ride. Offa... dis. Face. Life. Please hold while the Nextel subscriber you are trying to reach is located.
Well be quick about it! | | |
| Wow.
[Brushes off the cobwebs of his forgotten Xanga] There is naught but weakness in hope. I know that now.
Suck it up and be a man, she says? Oh really? It's that easy, is it? And enduring such taxations hasn't made me a man yet?
So what does it take to be a "man?" Some sort of test? Surviving loves harshest trials? Been there. Effed that up. How can I live a life that doesn't exist? Well... Then there she is. Sitting there. Just beyond my reach. The tips of my fingers brush her cheek.. Supernova. Nuclear fission. Naught but weakness in hope. Ponder those words. 'S what I've come to understand.
G' night. | | |
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