and thank you, dan, for calling me a "whiny humourless miserable alcoholic mysoginist". your analysation is completely accurate as always. thank you also for posting our "hilarious" msn coversation on your blog. even though that was the first time you'd spoken to me in 3 weeks, that being since you think i'm a pussy for not being there to hold your hand during x-men2 and because when i popped in to the anime club for five minutes, when i had other places to go, to see you out of politeness, you told me i shouldn't have even bothered coming. so thank you for being an understanding friend. i'll repay the favour when you decide you want to hang out with us again.
i tried to play sam and max on my computer today. but unfortunately my computer doesn't run in DOS anymore. sorry lucasarts! i'll have to go play grim fandango or masturbate instead!
it's surprising how fast computers age. the computer i'm at now is nearly 4 years old...so it doesn't really work. my dad thinks otherwise...
Dad: Why can't i use the computer?
Greg: Err...you can. It switches on and everything.
Dad: I know but it's too slow.
Greg: It's old. Like you.
Dad: It's not old dammit. I paid over £2000 for it...
Greg: *mutter*that's cos you got a lifetime guarantee on it*mutter*
Dad: ...and it shouldn't break down. it's all this shit you're downloading, slowing up the computer, downloading viruses. when was the last time you virus scanned it.
Greg: I can't. The virus scanner was infected with a virus.
Dad: WHAT?!
Greg: ...Suck my dick
he didn't. luckily i have a new computer up in my room. 120GB hard disk (i.e. lots of porn). so i played this game called project eden, which i got from GAME for 99p. no joke...
Guy at store: Next
Greg: Here *hands over game*
Guy: Ok, where did you get this 99p sticker from?
Greg: It was on the...
Guy: POLICE!!!
i played it for about 10 minutes becuase it looked shit.
i've had sky for a week now (i.e. even more porn). and how many films have i watched on it? none. i tried to watch ghost world yesterday...but my mum said it was horrible... wtf?! it's a film about teenage misfits and some middle aged guy! and they didn't even fuck! mind you, i probably would have turned it off if that had happened. oh well, a cock's a cock, even if it's crusty and cheese coated. thora birch has big tits.
one of the best things about sky is that knightmare is on everyday on challenge. wicked...
Dungeoneer: Where am I?
Advisor: You're in a cavern, there's stone slabs suspended over a huge pit. walk forward...sidestep to the right a bit...
Treguard: Warning team, there's some dodgy graphics abound in this room
Advisor: Well it is only 1989, hell, sinclairs are all the rage now and look how shit they are compared to pen and paper.
Dungeoneer: Shall I keep walking?
Advisor: No! Stop!
Treguard: Oooooh, nasty... you fell off the egde. it appears you're shit at navigating. Spellcasting "D I S"...
Dungeoneer: So I'm dead?
Treguard: Yes
Dungeoneer: ...Fuck you beardy! Spellcasting "F U C K O F F"
Treguard: ...little shit...
just like i remember it. still, it had better graphics than sam and max... and i could probably still play it on my computer. ah bollocks.
ok. fuck the poetry. i know you don't like it and i'm out of that angsty phase... for the time being... mwhahahahaha
just for an experiment, let's see how far back i can remember what i've been doing lately...
Tuesday 24th - had my first composition played at the fairfield halls, went to noodle time, watched countdown at dave's house, sheep
Monday 23rd - erm...
that was crap.
RESULT - E rank! you wa shocked!
it's dave's birthday tomorrow. he's going to be 14. i need to find something cool to get him so i'll pop into the early learning centre this afternoon. i don't think he's got the pastel coloured crayola set yet. the guys want to go to cheapskates up in london (60p a shot) but i don't know if i fancy killing myself for the 3rd week in a row. besides, i've got cable now and hence late night softcore porn.
my life. it's been pretty much consumed with this piece i co-wrote which was played at the fairfield halls yesterday. but that's out of the way now and i suppose i've got no real excuse not to look for a job now. balls. when i run out of money i'll just start pimping myself out. i know jason would be a regular client. lucky me... people accuse me of drinking alot. in fact i drink no more than my friends, it's just that my drunken rants and crazy antics are remembered more than other people's drunken states (eg sitting alone miserably). i think i was ranting last night, and i'm pretty sure it was about other people's faults. because i'm perfect when i'm pissed... i'm sure someone's been blatently accusing me of spreading rumours about him and slagging him off behind his back. he won't say it to my face though, because we don't speak. i tried being civil but it's past that now. it's true that i don't like him, the feelings mutual, but i don't need to say such things about him because his own hypocritical actions speak louder than words. i want a girlfriend. or maybe just sex. no, a girlfriend. i have my right hand. i hate textbook hollywood endings, they depress me and they're unrealistic. i hate people who neglect their friends for their lover then come running back when they get dumped, expecting everything to be the same as before they lost contact with us. i hate selfish people, yet i would give everything in the world for someone who wouldn't want it.
.....
hot shit, that last sentence sounded like poetry. STOP!!! i'll have the archives ready for next time
[SadLegend] <---Bored as no one can ever imagine since human race exist on the ground of this planet....
[SadLegend] extremely bored
[Jadeite] you should find a hobby then
[SadLegend] <-- the most Sad 19 year old boy in this planet
[Jadeite] I suggest dancing
[SadLegend] eww i hate dancing
[Jadeite] well theres your problem then
[Jadeite] your not going to become much of a dancer hating it and all
I can't start this poem
Because I have no inspiration
I can't write this poem
Because I have no pen
I can't read this poem
Because I am illiterate
I can't make sense of this poem
Because I am retarded
I can't finish this poem
Because there is no climax
This poem isn't ironic
It's fucking dumb
