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[25 Jun 2009|11:57am] |
Going through my old journal posts, I sure was one hell of a whiney bitch. Seriously. I mean... holy shit.
Then again, now I hardly ever post anything, so it's hit or miss. At least life is boring and I'm content with it now. Not entirely, but that's beyond the point. At the very least, I have nothing worth posting in the cess pit that is my... six year old journal? Something like that.
Been having some epic adventures with my buddy Kyle and Jen lately. Driving like maniacs, shooting up full soda cans and signs, playing with machetes in the middle of a giant mass of sand dunes. Good times have been had. The plastic knife duel outside the pizza place is not to be understated, as the random cuts will tell. Those are my nights. Days, however, go boring as usual.
Now that I think about it, I'm kind of like a hooker! Stop & Shop pays me to play with their meat and then clean it all up. Whoa.
Flea market on Sunday, in an attempt to find some epic junk. Expect a grueling, picture-filled rant of how that goes.
But that's all for now.
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[18 Nov 2007|12:50am] |
Who wants to round up a couple of pigs and race around on them in abandoned buildings with me? Best fucking idea ever, this is totally happening.
A man can dream.
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[19 Oct 2007|05:33am] |
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I'm never taking a four hour walk again.
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[15 Oct 2007|08:14pm] |
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I gots me some Hollymail today.
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| UE Adventures: Chapter I |
[30 Aug 2007|10:54pm] |
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So, this previous Monday and Tuesday (the 27th and 28th respectively) I went out on a few *UE excursions with Ryan (http://ade07.blogspot.com/)
The first, on Monday, was the old Leavens Awards building. Very nice place, albeit a bit trashed. From what I understand, gasp, to such surprise, the company manufactured plaques, emblems, awards, and so on. Pretty sure the building had a few other uses as well, but I can only tell you what I'm slightly aware of. I enjoyed it quite a bit. I took a walk to the South Attleboro station at around 9:30 and headed into Attleboro via train for about 11:02, and met Ryan and his friend in the parking lot. We took a short drive up to the building, found our entrance, and slid ourselves in. Took pictures for a little over an hour and a half, and headed out. As far as I can tell, the building closed in 1998 - it's the last date I can find printed in there, or anywhere on the internet.
( The vandalism here was a bit depressing. )
*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urban_Exploration
Part II to come soon.
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[11 Aug 2007|03:50am] |
I need humor. So, that means, I'm going to ask you guys/girls/mutants a question, answer if you like, no one's holding a gun at your head yet.
What do you think of me? That's vague, but paint the mental picture as best as you can.
Have I done anything positive to/for your life?
Ask me for anything, go ahead. I'll do my best to work with you on it.
If we could do anything, what would it be? A hour, a day, a week, a year, doesn't matter.
Part five, fill in the blank. Ask anything you like if you feel so obliged. I'm not shy.
I'm tired, though, so I'm going to bed. If any of those catches your fancy and you just want to even shoot for one, go ahead. Humor me, humor yourself. Whatever. So long as someone gets a kick out of it in the end. Time to try to sleep.
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[21 Jul 2007|08:44pm] |
For the first time in a long time, most things feel like they're going okay. Not quite there yet, but pretty close...
This is awkward.
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[14 Jul 2007|03:07am] |
Friday was pretty good.
That is all for now.
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| Become diseased in a long lost world, become diseased in any light of you... |
[01 Jul 2007|12:36pm] |
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Went to Canobie Lake Park in New Hampshire yesterday. Had an amazing time. Felt like shit getting up at 5 AM and bussing over to Woonsocket to get picked up, but it was naught compared to the fun that was had for the whole day. Went with four other friends, and we essentially spent the whole day there. Before closing we rode the log flume dealie seven (!) times in a row, essentially soaking ourselves to the bone. I was the last person with a dry item, being my boots, which quickly succumbed to the drench. What seemed to be an insane idea turned out to be pretty fun. While there's always backlash - I'm extremely depressed that my 24+ hour ordeal is all over now, and it's back to routine, but overall, that was one of the best times I've had for myself in a long time, and I'm glad I went.
I'll spare the details of the day for now - perhaps I'll write some of it up later, but telling every detail would take a while.
( So, in retrospect, here we all are, drenched, happy, and me in a fuzzy pink hat. )
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[29 Jun 2007|04:09pm] |
I want that RV.
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| LULZ REPOST |
[25 Jun 2007|06:25pm] |
Comment and I shall:
Tell you why I friended you.
Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, etc.
Tell you something I like about you.
Tell you a memory I have of you.
Associate you with a character/pairing.
Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
In return, you must post this in your LJ
(And, of course, I'll definitely get it done in due time, my lovelies, but I'm not the fucking Flash. Be patient.)
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[23 Jun 2007|10:03pm] |
Tonight has a rather stagnant, deathly feel to it.
I dislike this.
I felt it when I first walked in the house after being out earlier. A crawling emptiness, a feeling as if something is wrong. I almost started crying in the kitchen for no exact reason a few moments ago, and I'm paranoid as fuck.
Am I losing it? Or am I seeing something my mind can't grasp?
Someone talk to me.
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[23 Jun 2007|06:29pm] |
I made $2.50 today! Oh, boy.
Only $397.50 to go!
...fuck.
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[18 Jun 2007|05:07pm] |
Dear Holly:
I fucking love Swedish Fish. Much <3.
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[17 Jun 2007|12:38am] |
Ugh, woke up with another immense chest pain.
I told my body to stop falling apart, damnit.
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[15 Jun 2007|07:18pm] |
I spit out a healthy amount of blood in the park today in one go.
Stupid body, stop falling apart.
Also, I love having elaborate delusions of grandeur. Passes time. And takes my mind off of the myriad physical problems I have at this age. I swear I have arthritis in one of my knees, and I'm starting to pull out white hairs... and lose it, at the same time. What the fuck, srsly. Right now I also have a horrible gum infection (I hope,) hence the bleeding. There's this horrible gooey lump on the side of my gums, and, oh my, it's tastey. My mother was supposed to pick up my penicillin for this, but, go figure, she lost the prescription. And then there's the horrible discoloration occuring under my eyes, which, while spiffy looking, isn't healthy, I'm sure. Insert random bodily pains every so often and you've got a lot of problems going on, and that's not even all of them.
So, what's this entry about? I don't know. I guess I feel old and decrepit and I feel like complaining about it for a while, not unlike an old man would do.
Dragging onwards, and trailing off...
Went to look at an apartment today. It's a sub-level (basement) apartment, and I immediately fell in love with it for that fact. Whilst we've not actually gotten inside it yet (we're doing that tomorrow,) it's really right up my alley. It's a chance to stop living in my sister's small secondary storage room and fulfill my dreams of living in basements. And if it has support beams, you know I'm gonna dance on those fuckers. I always do.
Throw monies at me.
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| Dear liver: |
[03 Jun 2007|07:30pm] |
Prepare to suffer tonight.
Love yours truly,
Justin
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[03 Jun 2007|06:28pm] |
It's been a while since I've put a half-decent entry up on here.
What can I say? Life fails to produce anything but more of the same. Or perhaps I do. Perhaps it's a bit of both, and the cards that I'm being dealt have me screwed from the start. Over the past year and a half or so, I've been going on a rather downward spiral that doesn't really seem to end. I've descended into lethargy, alcoholism, and a general carelessness for where my path takes me anymore.
I have the childish desire to feel needed, for someone to tell me that I've done something worthwhile for them. It's an irrational piece of my life that I fail to have control over, something imbedded to deep for me to pull out. And yet, my nature seems to push people away as it is. I am stubborn. I am an emotional disaster area. The trials I've been through in life have seen to that. Part of me believes I am better off without the others. One cannot lose what they do not have. Another part of me wants to see what I could be missing in the world.
Not to say that I've not seen plenty of the world for only being 19, I've done my share of travelling. It's what makes me feel the most alive. But I can't help but feel that there's a lot that seems to fall under the radar, and go unnoticed. Between my travels, I exist. I cannot grasp a desire for anything whatsoever. Without desire, what is life? If there's nothing to want, nothing to gain, then what can one do? I refuse to throw myself into the fray of "the american dream." What seems to be a hive mind of people blindly doing the exact same thing with their lives, and having children to do the same. I will not become a part of a mindless workforce that reproduces during it's off-time. There's so much more to life than that, and yet I can't seem to grasp any of it. The dreams I do have are twisted and grandiose. Things that seem unreachable, that I cannot seem to find the path towards.
Where does one go when everything is dark, when the light is too far to see anymore?
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[20 Apr 2007|08:55am] |
It's already becoming too sunny for me to leave the safety of a windowless area much.
I really dislike spring.
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