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/the dark cow of mystery\ My Guidance Counselor- Actually Mrs. Kammerer(that's right, there's two 'er's, not three, not one, but two) didn't say that, but she feels that my plan is workable. I, however, am percieving cracks. I really don't want to have to contend with the real world. It's big and mean looking. In it are fools, powermongers, and all-around despicable people. Take for instance today: As i was leaving the SAT testing room, i had to contend with the unpushed-in chairs of two annoying asian kids who both had elephant ears. These same kids brought in a can of "pizza" pringles, an incredibly odorous sort of chip, and they popped the top in the middle of the test. I also almost tripped over their various papers and wrappers. They just left their shit on the floor of the room. As i exited the building, i was walking behind them, and overheard their conversation. the first asked the second what they were going to do. The second stated that they were going to go to his home, to which the first replied that the second's parents didn't really like him. And i don't wonder why. I wouldn't want some kid who can't even pick up his own shit or respect my right to not be teased by the odor of food to come hang out with my son (no, i don't have a son (thanks for asking:)). And then later in the day, we stopped at a new fast food joint called "Gourmet Burgers" just off of Vine Street -Honestly good food. Anywho, this woman bloated with anger took the poor cashier, a meek girl of fifteen or sixteen, to tears for giving her too little change. Although this, under repayment, is a problem by it's self, the woman(i use this term loosely) had no real cause to take it that far. The woman's bill was fourteen dollars and four cents and she paid with a hundred. That's alot of money to count, especially considering that fast food joints have in change only normally in fives and ones, and the cashier was only five cents short. LATER, this Whale of Anger took her to task, again, over the size of a Large drink. She took an X-Large lid and insisted that it was a large lid and that this girl was shorting her again. The large was twenty-two ounces, and refillable. That's larger than most bladders. Finally, when they (she and her twentish son, looked like a hoodlum(and i should know:)) got their food, they flipped out that they had only ordered and recieved one pastrami burger. She appearantly wanted two pastrami sandwiches. She expected that the cashier would be able to read her mind. I don't believe that anyone would even want to read her mind. She started yelling (like a fucking whore) about the "damn customer service". for five minutes she went on. Then her son breaks his silence, walked forward -really more of a full rush- and slams his fists on the counter. He proceeded to drop the F-bomb in mixed company, saying "fuck this" and "fuck that". They got two free pastrami sandwitches and disappeared out the door. Oi. YOU DON'T DROP THE F-Bomb IN MIXED COMPANY WITH STRANGERS. NEVER, EVER, EVER. Those fucking cons(i'd call them artists, but there was little if any art involved) are the embodiment of what shatters my dreams. Facilus Decensus Averno
/the dark cow of mystery\ I took the SAT's for the second time today. It was almost exciting. Almost. I think i did really well on the math part, though the english probably wasn't so hot. oh well...
/the dark cow of mystery\ I am the gum that sticks to your shoe.
/the dark cow of mystery\ The red was bothering me, so i changed the background and tweeked most of the crap on the page. enjoy! Oh, and i updated my guestbook. write me a love note, or tell a story, or tell me that i'm poser-cool(don't worry, it's not really new news). I watched Three Kings. Good movie, though it bothered me. It reminded me of those cop stories where the officers have to catch dirty criminals with dirty means. If their willing to use dirty means, then will they really reserve that means to just cases? Anyway, Ice Cube surpised me. He wasn't bad and he's really skinny. And is really broad, too. Like a sheet of paper. that's crazy.
/the dark cow of mystery\ The Record industry has struck another blow against cheap music. A judge in US district court has reaffirmed the constitutionality of record companies by forcing ISP's to divulge information private information about clients, as was outlined in the cursed "Digital Millennial Copyright Act". The case was over Verizon, a company notorious for ignoring their own customers' privacy, denying record companies information about a client who otherwise would have continued on anonymously in this cold world of Ones and Zeros and Emoticons. Whether the individual even "borrowed without asking" does not matter. This ruling gives the record companies rights to your information (i.e. name, age, address, social security number) with only a weak allegation. What happened to the constitution's implied privacy clause or it's stated right to innocence until guilty? Although the constitution requires the congress to protect copyrights, the legislators in congress have each taken an oath the uphold the constitution in it's entirety. And the group that they have given this power, the power to invade your privacy and imply your guilt, the RIAA, has already shown itself incapable of wielding this power. They have already tried to prosecute a girl for having a file that appeared to be a digital copy of "Harry potter" on her computer. The girl was twelve, and the file was a book report. Not even a big book report. How could this organization, which cannot tell a small text file from a giga-sized movie, be expected to be able to pick out the pricks that steal "one hit wonder" songs, especially considering the number of sources of free legal music on the Internet. It's not fair. Right now I am stealing music from bands I’ve never heard of and who don't have any records available to me. This makes me happy. Is this a confession? No, but it's close, and you can't prove anything. It's just like when the skinny addict/wannabe gangbanger claims that he bang seven chicks at a sitting and claims they weren't baby chickens 'cus you know it never happened, yet you can't prove it. I love Ambiguity! Today I took a government final. I've taken this government class this whole quarter and still am not sure who pulled our government out of their ass. It boggles the mind. Like the whole slavery thing simply boggles me. Where did three fifths come from? I always was taught that a person is 100% person. I've never met anyone whose less than that. Have you met anyone who is less than a hundred percent person? I know I wish some people were, but I’ve never even heard of a real one. And then there's the whole Electoral College thing. How does it protect people from people? All I see it doing is giving me a headache. If majority of voters select a candidate, he doesn't necessarily win. Oi! At least I understood the idea of voting fraud. Need any help with that, and I’m your man.
/the dark cow of mystery\ Something has been bothering me lately. Your face. That is all
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/the dark cow of mystery\ They say that the children are the future. I fear for that future. I sat in a theater tonight, watching the grainy shadows of "the ring" dance before a light on the projector screen. It was a horrible movie. It reminds me why people shouldn't have children. The mother in the story sacrifices the future to save her child's life. What kind of a lesson is that? She should have saved the future and hoped that her actions would have saved her son. It's a concept very much like that of the one ring in "lord of the rings". The tape is filled with a dark girl's malice for life and through it, she controls the lives of her victims. In mother figure should have done the only proper thing and not used the tape, and done what the good hobbits did, threatening their own safety in the process. Oy. The kid's in the theater weren't much better. Behind me sat a group of at least five, two girls, two guys, and someone with a very high pitched scream and low voice. One wore a leather jacket(punker sort, without studs or adornment) and was named Shelby, or at least that's the name he answered his phone with, five times. Each time someone called, he talked at least five minutes(no exageration), and then filled his neighbors in with all the details. His left hand man talked all about what was going to happen next in the movie and claimed this was his first time seeing it. And we'll not get into the girls' conversations at all. It was horrible. More reason people shouldn't breed. After the movie, Annie and i waited in the lobby for my father to pick us up
/the dark cow of mystery\ i had a call today from a friend of mine. It left me quite bitter and jaded afterwards.
/the dark cow of mystery\ I have an extremely cunning plan. As my the strings of my life come to the perverbial gorgons knot, i think i have found a path to avoid disaster. I am taking the year off from school. That's right, no college for patrick next year. Rather, my plan is simple. I intend to do join the Americorp and help my fellowman. I know that this really doesn't effect most of you, 'cus i wouldn't see the lot of you anyway, but i think it's time to get this shyte in writing and i need witnesses. well, thanks for your time.
/the dark cow of mystery\ I just relearn the indent tag. Oh yeah. No more incomprehensibly jumbled entries. They still won't make sense, but hey, it's my page, not your's(you poopy heads(that'll drive you buzzards away)).
/the dark cow of mystery\ I am a toad. A green toad with blue eyes and purple spit. Lick me and i'll make you blind. I am a toad. On saturday night "bananas" was on tv, a movie by Woodie Allen. That show is oh so amusing. I just love the bit at the beginning when they have Abc Sports covering the assasination of El Presidente. It's so much like how news really is. And later, after he buys a copy of Orgasm, Woodie gets into a fight with the italian stallion himself. That was some good belly laughs.
/the dark cow of mystery\ THis weekend has been quite interesting, On friday night, Chris, the aforementioned Canadian, called and asked if i wnated to go to a LAN. I said sure, despite my computer's less than stellar performance and the fact that if it were a person, it would be in a hospice waiting to die, and went to the Canadian's home. I had been there before, even given Chris rides there from school(with help from my mother), and knew exactly what to look for; Battleworn provinicial flags from Canada. They were few in number this time, in fact, only one still clung limply to it's pole. it was almost sad, and my mood reflect. After hauling the behemoth(a biblical monster) down the stairs of his home, and getting many cat calls on the size of my box(it was bigger than schweiger's), i set up and set to work making my computer behave. The first ordeal was climbing under the desk and plugging in the joystick, and subsequent forays into that dark world to try to make it work, i gave up, got a ride home to grab the digital joystick, came back tried that one too, and had no luck. (it seems the game controller port on my sound card is broken) i installed the games of the evening, halflife and Jedi Knight 2, and spent three hours making the bastard work. Oh and i futzed aroung on somebody else's computer and tried to make it work. And then i got bored, idly clicked the halflife icon, fully expecting it not to work, and whiz bang, it did!. Incredible. I spent four hours nonstop playing it, and missed the sunrise. It was actually pretty fun, overall, save my computer's insulance(id bet it's developed a mind of it's own), and then slept all saturday and woke up at four in the morning on sunday. exciting, no? More on driving:
/the dark cow of mystery\ I have seen the lights and they did dance upon the stage like drunken fools before a king. Their eerie glow was a bright whitish blue and their after glow was orange like that of a fresh orange, straight from a tree. I didn't see where the lights came from(nor did i care), but while they were here i was transfixed by their beauty. They left as quickly as they appeared and left all who witnessed their beauty with a feeling of emptiness as one who wakes up to find a kidney missing. When they came, it was warm and bright, but in their stead was left darkness and bitter cold. But such is war.
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