Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Saturday, June 20, 2009


I read a catch-phrase in some manga today. I think it's awesome.

Hate the crime, not the fetish.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


I spent the last week wondering if graduation would be uplifting or depressing. Turns out life threw me a total curve ball: my family succeeded in irking me beyond belief and making it possibly the worst graduation I've ever been to. And I went to one while I had chicken-pox, so that's pretty bad. You know life's out to get you when your family members are big enough assholes to make you feel bad about yourself on the day of your graduation.

But the fireworks were nice. And Mrs. Logan's pronunciation disability was funny.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Inspired by Julia Meng

From Omegle

Connecting to server...
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: hi
You: hey how are you
Stranger: good
Stranger: you?
You: well this is my first time doing this
You: so i guess i'm just kind of weirded out
You: seems like an interesting concept
You: why are you on here for?
Stranger: curiousity
Stranger: where you from?
You: southern california
You: you?
You: we'll try to keep specifics to a minimum
Stranger: England, 20, Male
Stranger: nice and broad
You: haha yeah
You: 18, male
You: are people overly concerned with pedophiles in england, too?
Stranger: yes
Stranger: we don't have the tv shows like you guys
Stranger: 'to catch a predator'
You: ah i wonder what that means
You: it could mean
You: 1) we have more pedophiles
You: 2) our pedophiles are more easily caught
You: 3) britain likes to keep quiet about its pedophiles
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Connecting to server...
Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: hi
You: hi
Stranger: asl
You: what does asl mean?
Stranger: girl_
Stranger: ?
You: ooh age sex language?
Stranger: lacation
You: i see
You: 18, male, southern california
You: sorry to dissapoint
You: not a girl
Stranger: yea, so fuck off
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

...the fuck?

Tuesday, June 9, 2009


I was feeling very sleepy today. And I've noticed that when I'm sleepy I'm never at all in my right mind. That gets me thinking: if our psychological health is so strongly dependent on our physiological well-being, how do we ever know if we're in our right minds? If our mentality can be so swiftly tossed from side to side, flipped on its head by something as basic as a few hours of sleep, what does that say about the solidarity of our conscious minds or "soul" (or whatever one would call it)? As teenagers, we like to blame our emotional outbursts on hormone imbalances and the like, but at one point you do feel and think a certain way. Who's to say this isn't the real you speaking? Are you someone else for a brief moment?

and to top this off I have picked out a few more six word stories!

Popped. Couldn’t stop. Chronic heart disease.
Only liar. Truthful world. Infinite power.