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Birthday: 12/17/1980
Gender: Male
Interests: everything and nothing!
Expertise: I'm an expert at everything, and nothing.
it's a zen thing.
serious.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
3/19/2003
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| I hunt that most dangerous game. It is a long and windy road, lonely and fraught with peril.
I want full time benefited employment. Nothing much. A nice, good, law job, with a nice, good, law salary. Is that too much to ask? It seems, for the most part, that it is. But I need a hook.
A few weeks ago I saw a boy, trapped in a balloon, fly across the sky. On TV. Admittedly, he was drifting, but the motion from the helicopter's camera circling around him made it look like that balloon was zipping along, with its 6 year old escapee inside, bound for a life of noteriety and acclaim: joining the likes of that girl that fell down a well, and Patty Hearst.
We're all promised 15 minutes of fame nowadays. I think it says so in the constitution, via ballot proposition. There is a danger that those 15 minutes will be nickle and dimed away, by people accidently visiting your myspace when looking for someone with a similar name to your own who post photos of her cleavage. Most people lose their fame like that, stolen from them like fish in the night.
But child disaster victims have it right: cash it in early, first chance you get. Don't gamble, take the fame and run. FLY BALLOON BOY FLY. And before your folks end up in jail, make sure to get on Oprah. Larry King is a sad excuse for a TV appearance; you were probably scared shitless the entire time, worried that he might suck out your blood to continue his unnatural life.
I don't blame you. We're all afraid of the old coot. Has anyone ever seen him outdoors, in the sun?
Doubtful.
But to return to my thesis: fame is like a bucket of money. Sure, you can use it to buy candy, but then you end up fat, diabetic, and being picked on by nimbler kids who want your candy. Or you can use it to buy more money. Child disasters do just that. Lets face it, Drew Barrymore is pretty interchangeable with probably a half mil people. But she's the famous one.
Why? Child disaster.
So, my new plan: as a child, I was the victim of a famous disaster. The media called me the "zeppelin boy." While attending a rodeo, my foot became tangled in the mooring line of a zeppelin as it rose into the air, lifting me with it. because the zeppelin pilot spoke only german, it took them 3 hours to contact him to bring me down.
I'm sure you heard about it.
It was all over the news back in the 80s.
You see, I'm famous.
Hire me. | | |
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| Helen Chen: i need u to use that law degree i emotionally supported u on
Ahh, emotional support... the only support I can get =P | | |
| I got played by two of my friends.
I asked Esther out a year ago. She told me "in your dreams." We talked through it, more or less. There was a lot of akwardness, but things were good lately. Teddie's another transfer, who I hang out with a lot. He knows the entire story.
Essentially, Esther suggested we all go to the law prom all together, when she and Teddie evidently planned to go as a couple, separately, on their own time. It wasn't really my kind of event; in fact it was her idea we'd all go together. Some of our other friends went, people in general I'm not that close to, or had dates. They spent the week lieing to me about it, making up excuses why we didn't buy tickets together, why they weren't at the pre-party, et cetera.
At the event, they showed up late, held hands together, and disappeared after 45 minutes. I didn't stay much longer. It's not fun knowing you've been played.
So, today I had to talk to them. here is the synopsis:
Me: so is this how its going to be (refering to the no talking.)
Esther: i don't see why you're mad. i didn't do anything.
Me: you didn't do anything? You spent the week lieing to me, and ditched me.
Esther: I ditched other people. They don't seem to care.
Me: You played me. You don't see how lieing to me for a week might make me mad?
Esther: it was teddie's idea/it seemed easy.
Me: I'm done.
Now with Teddie, at the arc:
Teddie: Hey dude, what's up =D
Me: I am so incredibly angry.
Teddie: Really? You can tell me =D
Me: You played me. You and Esther played me. She doesn't think she did anything wrong.
T: yeah, i felt terrible. I didn't know what to do.
Me: You know, I'm not that surprised from her. But you? You? After all the whining you did about Liz's ex, you pull the same dousche move. Just the same guy.
Teddie: [extended bullshit section. included "bros before hos," "if you're not playing you're being played," "yeah dude, she's changed," & "girls are just bitches." I honestly am surprised I didn't drown in the shit he was shoveling. Honest to god, if you play a dude, telling him the girl is just a bitch really isn't convincing, is it? Oh, and something abut loyalty here; didn't really make sense, as Esther says this was Teddie's idea.]
Teddie: "...so yeah, I understand if you're mad at me or hate me, and..."
Me: "I gotta find a machine."
Question: Teddie tells me no, they're not together it was just a date. Which raises the question: is it better to be lied to extensively over something big (i.e. if they'd been together for a while) or over some small tiny shit?
So in closing, I have learned:
Esther doesn't understand other people exist.
Teddie is a pussy. | | |
| I think my wireless mouse is possessed. Perhaps by the tireless spirit of the old mouse that broke.
So it has a switch to turn itself off, right? I never turn it off. And yet...I keep finding the switch, in the OFF position.
GHOST MOUSE! | | |
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