| Partly Cloudy, if that. |
[14 Feb 2007|02:55am] |
It started with one drop of rain. I was on my way home to work. It hit right in the middle of my head. It didn't look like rainy weather. Partly cloudy, if that. I didn't think anything of it. Except that it was a pretty cold drop. But thats it. That tiny fraction of a second, where your mind thinks "hey, that was a pretty cold raindrop there." I suppose we all have those thoughts, those quick sparks of thought that come and go.
Once i hit the freeway there was traffic, as usual. the I17 was a bottle-neck coming from the north. All of the new housing development, had only one entrance and exit. The main artery, interstate 17. Much like ancient Egypt, how the Nile was the only real way to travel from upper to lower Egypt. It started to rain a little harder. I could hear the different "pats" and "tats" against the window. Not rainy enough for windshield wipers. Plus, my truck's wipers have worn out on the rubber part that actually wipes the water off the windshield. So instead of wiping, it kind of moves the water around. Not very effective, maybe that was the problem. Well, thats off the subject.
Finally finding a parking spot at my newly acquired white-collar job, i started to quickly turn into the space, when i nearly hit somebody walking from my blind spot. I let out an unnecessary blow of the horn, as if it was her fault. It wasn't her fault, and it never would be. Her name was Sky, a co-worker. An oriental girl with fresh tattoos on her arm, and a brand new glimmering diamond ring on her finger. She had just got out of her neon green VW Bug i suspect. I admired her. I have always had some kind of strange attraction to foreign girls, especially those from Asia. Even more so ones with tattoos. Something about Asian girls with traditional American styled Ink screams "attractive" in my brain. I instantly regretted my overreaction when i saw her face when my horn belched a drawn-out scream. She was as shocked as i was. I'm almost certain she let out a little yelp, i can't be sure due to my honk. She hurried past my pickup, almost in fear of me running her down. I felt stupid. I took a moment and watched her walk towards the entrance of the building. I thought "i wonder why she isn't wearing a coat in this rain?"
At my desk i sat, neglecting the paperwork to my right, just out of eye-shot. I stared at my outdated monitor, thinking about anything but work. Thats when i felt the leak. The ceiling was leaking, right on my head. This just annoyed me. I tried to move out of spot i thought was dripping, but it continued to trickle onto my skin. It was cold water. I tried to inspect the ceiling where i thought the drip was coming from. A ice cold drop hit me right in my eye. This annoyed me further, so i got up to complain to my supervisor. i walked about 6 paces from my cubicle when another drop hit my ear! My God! Is this leak following me?
My supervisor, and my supervisor's supervisor both had come by my cubicle to see the leak. There was no physical evidence of a leak. I was stressed, i could swear it kept dripping on me while i talked to them. I would look around franticly trying to find where it was leaking from. My supervisor ended the issue with "It's not even raining out, why would it be leaking?"
I told him as he walked off that it was sprinkling out. He didn't seem to hear. And why should he? I was only a peon, a paperwork slave. No college under my belt accept a measly old psychology 101 class. A useless class in the world. As is any, without a degree. I stood looking over my cubicle, thinking about nothing in particular, probably how i hate rain and supervisors right now. Thats when mine and Sky's eyes met again, she was walking down the hallway, perhaps to the restroom, or telephone. To call her husband? To tell him what a dick i was? Maybe and perhaps. Who knows. Maybe she called to say goodbye. Another drop plopped on my head.
I walked outside and wished i had a umbrella. I walked to my truck, only to find that my tire had been flat, a silver nail sticking out the back of it. "Fuck!" i exclaimed, kicking the side of the wet truck. The water was so cold and i hadn't brought my coat. I opened my truck door and grabbed my jack from behind the seat. Some nameless coworker who i was in training class with came to give me a helping hand. Thats when i started to realize something was really wrong. "Isn't this shit cold?" i said to him as he pumped the unused jack.
"what shit?" he replied.
"the rain" i continued, rolling the spare tire like a huge doughnut "shoulda' brought a fuckin' coat"
"haha, what are you talkin' about man?" His big fuzzy eyebrows lifting in confusion. He looked stupid. I didn't respond. I had a gut feeling something was wrong. Couldn't he feel the rain? Couldn't he see that i was drenched? The more i thought about it the more angry i got. I actually got angry quite quickly, and raised my voice. "The rain you dumbass! The rain hitting your head? Are you fucking stupid?" I shouted. i hadn't have shouted at somebody in a long time, and for a second i scared myself. He dropped the jack and walked off, baffled and fearful. "nutso" i heard under the splattering of the rain.
A hour or so, after battling the spare and the jack, i was speeding home, and the sun had already set. The pounding of the rain of my trucks roof pissed me off, so i cranked up the radio dial. i caught the tail end of whatever punk-pop song was making girls scream at the feet of tattooed, and dyed boys wearing tight clothes. Thats when the radio jockey started talking about how today's Fall out Boy's outdoor concert was awesome, and what a great sunny day to have it on. "ITS FUCKING POURING OUT!" I yelled at nobody.
I swerved into a gas station, hardly missing the curb. I could barley see through all the water on my windshield. I jumped out of the truck and the rain hit he like a wall of ice. I scrambled inside to the acne-ridden cashier. "LOOK OUT THERE! ITS RAINING! DO YOU SEE IT? CANT YOU HEAR IT? SMELL IT?"
He looked at me, agog. All the dry customers looked on me, equally awe-struck. They couldn't see my tears underneath all the water on my face. Or could they? Could they see me standing there soaked? Could they see my tears as clear as day? Nobody said anything, nobody moved. I froze for a second, staring at the good sized rattlesnake skinned hunting knife for sale on the counter. I grabbed it. And held it out in front of me. Pointing it at the pimply cashier. I stood there, almost in a trance, staring, waiting. A man behind me grabbed my shoulder, thats when i sunk the knife in. Into his sternum. Piercing his lung. I let go of the knife, and he fell to the ground, rattlesnake handle unnaturally protruding from his chest. He fell hard onto the handle, pushing the blade deeper into his chest. I ran out of the store. Nobody stopped me. The cold rain made it down my back before i had made it to my truck. I sped off. Speeding faster than i ever had before. Dripping.
5 miles from the gas station, i was going near 84 miles per hour. i could see less than i could before. The rain was coming down so hard now it was like trying to navigate a bullet blindfolded. I was crying so hard that my ears hurt from the sounds coming from me. Had i just killed a man? Why did i do that? Am i going crazy? Am i going to get the electric chair? The rain pelted even harder. And even harder if possible. I drove faster. The sound was so loud. It was like i parked under a waterfall now. Water started to pour in from the windows, I'm guessing the windows had shattered under the pressure. it filled my truck. water was spraying in my face so hard i couldn't look forward. And then, it stopped. Silence. No water, no broken glass, no sound. Just me, in my truck, and a red light. Then a neon green blur.
I hit so hard that my skull shattered against the steering wheel. It was so loud that i was instantly deafened at impact. Glass poured in on me, following it twisted metal. I undoubtedly killed the other driver. The car was much smaller than mine. If i hadn't killed them, they would be paralyzed. My truck spun, airborne, finally making its final landing after knocking out a fire hydrant. sheet metal was through my abdomen, twisting and sharp. Blood poured out from where i suspect my vital organs lie. I remember seeing a crowd rushing around the broken neon green machine, more than 34 feet from me. I hope she did make that last call to her newlywed.
A drop of water hit me, followed by the pouring of the broken hydrant.
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| Ringing. |
[10 Jan 2007|03:34am] |
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My ears hurt, my knees in pain, all i hear is ringing.
What a great fucking show.
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| Wacko Jacko Steals Elephant Man's Bones! |
[09 Jan 2007|01:01pm] |
A benchmark in the history of oneself, is the process of deciding whats worth giving up, for something better. The elimination of ones needs and wants, weighing what could be lost and never found again, up with newer and fresh experiences that could come. And are bound to come no less, that is if you eliminate whats holding you back. Whats dragging you down, the thing that presses you down and never lets you exceed more than what you already are.
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| Rancid, Putrid, Foul. |
[26 Dec 2006|08:01am] |
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These are all words you can use to describe sonic's breakfast burrito. Somewhere between the onions and jalapenos, it makes your breath and your body stink like rotting nana. Then why, in God's name, do i love it so much? Good thing i work at a phone bank and my customers cant smell me.
Speaking of, Cameryn has a second interview here today.
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| Picture this: |
[14 Dec 2006|04:32pm] |
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I cant decide if i should turn this journal into a photojournal, or make a completley new one. Hmmmmm.
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| No sir, cannibalism is not practical. |
[12 Dec 2006|09:05pm] |
2 weeks of ramen. 2 weeks now. With a diet of ramen. I really need my paycheck. its been 5 weeks since ive had a pay check since i left Barnes and Noble, had to wait 2 weeks, joined wells fargo in the middle of the pay period, had to wait 3 weeks for pay. Its brutal. Almost as brutal as walking into a room and kicking a elderly lady in the face.  I like to think she was just sitting there talking about how great her children are, and how she loves them so much, right when Mr.Confidence-walker comes in with his handle bar stache. and kicks her. in the face. |
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| Snake bites. |
[02 Dec 2006|11:09pm] |
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Unlike the general public, some people can be particularly violent, and insane. Almost like they go out of their way to do so. They wake up everyday saying "If and bearded fellow talks to me today, i'm gonna beat the crap out of him and make him beg for his life". This happens sometimes to me when i'm shopping. Take last night for perfect example. I'm at industrial, getting a deck. When FROM OUT OF NOWHERE, (and i use caps to emphasis how out of nowhere he came) this guy comes at me with a katana. A full blown, ninja katana . Pretty sharp too, cause as he stabbed at me it skimmed the meat on my lower back. You know what im talking about, the layer just before your kidneys. In natural retaliation, i pulled out my screwdriver i was planning on using to screw the trucks on my deck after i purchased it. I jammed it in his neck. No, no. I jammed it in his fuckin' neck. He quickly went down. But apparently, i had just shoved a screwdriver in the neck of the leader of a notoriously dangerous japanese gang, and his whole blade-wielding clan just had arrived from a quick dairy queen run, now all wanting to kill me dead. So i picked up the now screaming/gargling gang leaders sword, and got into my ready position. (which looks way cooler than i can explain.) After i had killed a few of the nameless henchmen, the feds showed up and i had to make a move out of there. I swear, these kind of incidents at the mall make me SO SICK AND TIRED of shopping. That, and the amount of scene kids on top of it all. I mean holy sweet mother of God. Everywhere i look heavily sprayed multicolored mullets left and right. It's like im at a Kiss concert in the 80's, and ive just ate a whole bunch of mushrooms. The drugs arnt really needed to make my point but you know what i mean. Even the industrial grip-tape slave who gripped my deck looked like a the lip-pierced clones i see walking around the mall. My biggest concern is how they are getting money to pay for all those hair products, piercings, and scene-clothes. It makes me think that they have sold their soul to Satan, for unlimited Mall gift-cards. which would explain why they are ALWAYS THERE. They have to be, its part of the satanic contract. They are imprisoned there for all eternity. It is nice to see some good old punk rockers though. Wearin the flags on their butts and whatnot. Those were the days, where did they go? Oh thats right, they grew up and got jobs at Wells Fargo. This is where i enter a sadface
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| Over worked and over payed. |
[28 Nov 2006|08:13pm] |
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40 hours a week. Hole - e -shooot. I mean wow, 40 hours at such high pay, ive never seen paychecks this big. I dont really know what to do with them. I think im going to get even more tattood up, that seems like a reasonable way to blow money. Wait, what? Christmas presents? Naaaaah.
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| Back for a while. |
[26 Nov 2006|08:20pm] |
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I'm back due to my desire to express myself via internet blog. I don’t really mind if anybody reads it, unlike my obviously attention-needy posts I’ve done in the past. This would be a good time to ask anybody who ends up wasting their time with my words to disregard all my previous posts. They are annoying, self-centered and full of crap. I was an acne-ridden, slipknot-loving, want-to-be gothic dweeb. Not to say I’m much better now. But i am.
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| **Edited, Disclaimer*** |
[17 Sep 2005|10:51am] |
*** DISCLAIMER *** Everything before this post is repeatedly stupid. I was an immature idiot, writing about immature idiotic things. You'll note my constant need for "girl attention" and other such things similar. Anything past this point is a waste of your time and energy to read, but if you must, you must. But read with caution, it just might make you more stupid than you already are for wanting to read it.
-JB Edited Dec. 3, 2006.
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| ROFL |
[24 Apr 2005|08:02am] |
Well, i'm sick. Like real sick. Isnt that funnay? I dont get it....when i have a fever, i take a Lb. of advil so i wont be cold anymore... but as soon as the fever breaks you feel how hot you are and sweat. And i have now relized that i can sleep better when i'm shivering under 10 blankets and jeans and a sweatshirt, and not laying there staring at the cieling, with boxers on and a fan blowing full blast on me. I mean its 8:00 am and i am up writing my my live journal after a cold shower intended to cool myself down (And ease the smells). I'm sick and should be sleeping especially since i work at 12:00. Oh well.
~JB
PS - Maybe i'll start writing in here more....maybe.
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[20 Apr 2005|07:56pm] |
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UPDATE UPDATE UUUPPPDDAAATTTEE!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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| I LIIIIVE |
[29 Jun 2004|11:21am] |
yeah yeah, i'm alive. Its been forever since i posted, and even longer since i looked at all your little meaningless, cute comments. I just wanted to say that once school starts again (which isnt too far since NPP is now year-round) i will start posting like loco again....and i think i'll gie the site a complete overhaul. So thats good news isnt it? If you dont think it is, then i hate you, and i hope a virus eats your computer...
Speaking of, i'm on my laptop since my PC was consumed by a Virus, i actually watched my files delete. Thats what i get for using a pirated Windows XP, which i couldnt update. So anyways, i think i'm gonna go, just saying hi to all my little slaves i keep locked in the dungeon called my journal. You will all see soon my new journal, and....and...OH MY GOD people are on my roof. They are fixing my air conditioning. Oh yeah, July 26th i move to Anthem, more on that later.
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[18 May 2004|08:07pm] |
Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.
Constant over stimu-lation numbs me
but I would not want
You any other way.
Cause,
It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said,
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.
I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.
Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not want me any other way.
But,
It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said,
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.
Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?
How can this mean anything to me
If I really don't feel anything at all?
I'll keep digging till
I feel something.
Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.
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| I'm tired |
[23 Apr 2004|04:42pm] |
I dont want to type, but i want to update, so here:
XDisturbedX0neX: hi
AmunRamenoodle: Hello
AmunRamenoodle: whats up
XDisturbedX0neX: nm u?
AmunRamenoodle: Just bored
XDisturbedX0neX: me 2
AmunRamenoodle: i wanna go dance like i've never danced before
XDisturbedX0neX: lol
AmunRamenoodle: i will shake the foundations of those who have weak hearts
XDisturbedX0neX: lol cool
AmunRamenoodle: they will poop
AmunRamenoodle: hardcore
XDisturbedX0neX: lol
XDisturbedX0neX: yeah lol Poop on!!!
XDisturbedX0neX: lol
AmunRamenoodle: haha
AmunRamenoodle: wait what am i laughing at
AmunRamenoodle: i forgot
XDisturbedX0neX: lol
AmunRamenoodle: you seem to laugh a lot though
AmunRamenoodle: are you really laughing or is that an instinct to type 'lol' when i say something?
XDisturbedX0neX: im really laughing
XDisturbedX0neX: i laugh at anything
XDisturbedX0neX: i dunno y
AmunRamenoodle: even the word....show-horn?
AmunRamenoodle: shoe*
AmunRamenoodle: laugh at my typos bitch
XDisturbedX0neX: yeah lol
AmunRamenoodle: lol
AmunRamenoodle: lol
AmunRamenoodle: lol
AmunRamenoodle: wait
AmunRamenoodle: i'm not laughing
AmunRamenoodle: dont go thinking your funnier than me
XDisturbedX0neX: lol
AmunRamenoodle: exactly
I'm eating a hot pocket......wait no, these are lean pockets, BUT I WOULDNT KNOW THE DIFFERENCE, IT STILL HAS THAT GREAT SAME TASTE OF THE HOT POCKET, WITH LESS FILTHY LARD TO CLOG YOUR ARTERIES WITH!
~JB
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| The tallest man in China Town |
[28 Mar 2004|01:44am] |
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Alright well i cant fall asleep due to thinking too hard in bed. So i'll jst retreat back to here and type some things. The trip to california was cool, i saw some crossdressers in San Fran, thats probably the most exciting part. i had a old man in China town ask me if i was in the band "Metallica" due to my Spikey hair and wearing the band's t-shirt. I said no. I dont lie. Some Chinese girls were either flirting with me or giggling at the rice i had on my face. I couldnt tell really, they were saying something, but i just smiled and walked faster. Then i jumped up to the ceiling using my Super powers and held on the the rafters while the chinese ladies yelled something bad in chinese.
IN OTHER NEWS: People are reliying to my posts liek Loco right now, its fun to respond really fast and scare the hell out of them. Check it out in my past entries if you want. And hey, its all for shits and giggles.
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| One man's Journal is another man's insult whore house |
[28 Mar 2004|12:53am] |
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WELL now, seems that we have a little "fight" in one of my Entry's Comment area, and insults are being said. Let me stress to you all that calling eachother Jews and Penos are ways just to channel anger, you should all reconcider your ways of releaseing your negative attitudes. I am Ashamed in all of you, you poor simple minded things....
AW SHIT I'm Just Screwin with you all. Please, feel free to use my Journal as a insult whore house as you please. Even Insult ME if you want, i love insults. Even hatemail is good. SpookyGerbil2@hotmail.com is my email. And if you have nothing to hate me about, then i'll make one, i hate gays and women have no rights. There, hate me.
[Alright on a more nerdy note, my SN for Steam in AmunRa , and my emial for steam is FlyingBadger007@yahoo.com , so if you want to play sometime just buddy me and we'll shoot some faces.]
In other news, the movie Donnie Darko [ www.donniedarko.com ] is one of the greatest films i have ever seen, thank you ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lttlewhtestrpe for giving me the Dvd. Now then, i'm a lazy asshole so i'll be on my way.
~JB
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| Words |
[16 Feb 2004|02:59am] |
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I once asked someone who was an avid reader of conspiracy theories: how do you know that the conspirators are not the authors of what you are reading? He response was silence... its annoying how people read into these theorys about how religion is a system of control, and how government lies and so on and so forth. Once again, how do they know that the writers of these theorys are not the conspirators themselves. Until people give me a good enough answer, i'm gonna stick to the idea of sticking to your OWN ideas. I mean, reading other theorys on life are fun and all, but the beliver is who makes it real. if i say the sky is green, and i actually believe it....i'm right. The sky is indeed greem. if i truley think that the sky is always green, day or night, then by god, it is. Because i believe it is. Somethings may not seem right when people say it is, but whos to say its not? Exactly, you are. there very well might be others who think its right as well, but what does that make it? Just anothother organized system, the very thing you hate. I just wanted to type some of those thoughts in here. I coul dgo on and on about my theorys, but hell, lets not be hypicritical.
~JB
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| Door Nazi |
[03 Feb 2004|08:08pm] |
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So, it turns out...doors...can DIE. freaky eh? Yeah well it gets worse. I AM A DOOR MURDERER. thats right, i am the slayer of doors. Now i bet you sittin back right now saying to your self "Now what in gods name is Josh talking about?" Or maybe your just sittin back butt-naked itching yourself. Well in either case i'm going to tell you...assuming you want to hear because keep in mind you are in MY journal. Well, me and my friend Cass were playing with this door in another great day in Leadership class. (coff coff boring as hell and mrs.sweat smells coff coff) but yeah we were playing with the door, and y'know how they kinda have those Hydraulics or whatever to stop it from Slamming? Well me and Cass decided we wanted to test it and we were kind of swinging it pretty hard. Honestly i didnt swing it nearly as hard as i could have....but anyways...Yeah i kinda swung it too hard, pretending that it would crush cass's head. well it didnt stop, and luckily Cass jumped back with lightning speed to dodge that huge metal door. It most likley could have knocked him out or even killed him. But it slammed, very hard. And when i opened it to say sorry to the people inside the classroom it was pointed out to me that the door was bleeding. And when i looked, i saw that the door was indeed, bleeding. The Hydraulic fluid was oozing out of whatever contraption is in that little box on the door. and a lot was oozing. It was running all down the door. Well, turns out i kille dthe door beyond repair. And Dean Johnson called me into her office to let me know what i have done. Whats stupid is every friggin door besides that one has been broken the same exact way...and she didnt do anything about it. It's not like the doors dont work anymore...they just slam when you swing it...which is what doors are MEANT to do. The way I see it, i FREED that door from the prison of Hydraulic oil thats holding it back from the manhood of him door-hood. Well, she said me and cass gotta pay for it. When we both said we dont have money, she suggested that me and him can pick lemons at her house....yeah weird hm?.....well me and Cass agreed, and had a good laugh about it. Although i kinda concider myself as a Door Nazi, or perhaps a hitman of doors. I still think the whole goddamned thing is a pile of shit because it's a goddamned door. At least the door did not feel any pain, it was a quick, painless death, much like if we were to snap our spines or something. well that might hurt, but who the hell cares? I sure don't. Well it was victorias Birthday today so that means its time for a nice big shout out
There we go. Alright well i'm gonna go watch American Idol...as annoying as the shows idea is, i just love watching those assholes cry when they find out they sing like crap. It's GREAT. well, goodbye
PS, you got any door that have been givin' you's a hard time, lemme know, i take care of it for you's
Note: I dont know if the word "hydraulic" is spelled right, and i dont really care so dont tell me
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