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I'm going to keep this journal online and active, simply because you can't deny the happy times I've had in my life. |
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| You know what? |
[May. 12th, 2005|07:56 pm] |
Victoria Williams came up to me, telling me to read Angela's journal. Apparently, she likes me.
Unfortunately for her, I do not like her. As a friend, Angela is a good person. However, I'd like to keep it THERE. Not more, but after I post this, it'll probably go to less.
I'm quite happy with Tiffany (despite common belief), and I'm even more happy with how my life is going. I don't need anyone else liking me, because it will only lead to their dream being shot down.
SO DON'T LIKE ME IN THAT WAY, please.
Thank you. |
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[May. 2nd, 2005|03:41 pm] |
instead of wasting a few KB of space, I've decided that I'm not really going to keep a journal anymore. I'm not really online anymore, so what's the point? I haven't even read anyone else's journals in a long time.
But, for those of you who haven't heard... I'm moving. Into an apartment. Soon. Why? Stepdad = asshole.
Wish me luck.
All of you... have a good day. |
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| I've gone 'PSYCHO' |
[Apr. 24th, 2005|06:02 pm] |
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| | "Melodies of Life" FROM FF9 | ] |
Goodbye, Gamecube.
Goodbye, GBA SP.
Goodbye, FF: Crystal Chronicles.
Goodbye, Viewtiful Joe.
Goodbye, Eternal Darkness.
Goodbye, Super Mario Bros.
Goodbye, Zelda: A Link to the Past.
Goodbye, Jet Grind Radio.
Man, it felt good to trade in that stuff. You never know how much the Gamecube sucks until you trade one in. I got more for the SP than the GC itself.
So as I acquire $99 store credit, I spot the new Xbox game "PSYCHONAUTS." So I got it.
And when I got home, I used the remaining $49.01 to order accessories off of EB's website. My PS2 will soon have skulls all over it.
I have $2.14 left on the card.
I go up to my mom and announce my purchases.
"...And the PSP screen protector won't be here for another 3 weeks, so that ought to give me ample time to get one..."
"Son, we won't be here in 3 weeks."
...I didn't quite get that last part. I assume I shouldn't ask, yet I assume I already know.
And, YES, I am going to prom, contrary to what propaganda is being spread. Thanks for the support in everything, guys. That's sarcasm, by the way.
Speaking of which, Joe still has 'The Twin Snakes.' I really needed to trade that in. I think I'll trade it in anyways.
And if you ever stopped to wonder why I talk about games so much, it's because I am a gamer. If I talk about anything else, it's just a fluke. Aside from the girlfriend, of course. I mean, like, cancer. If I just randomly talk about cancer, that's a fluke.
I'll talk more later. Right now, I'm busy. |
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[Apr. 24th, 2005|02:19 pm] |
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This is a reminder that today is Samantha...'s birthday (DeadJournal user: sammiesoda19). You have Samantha... listed as one of your friends, so you better go wish that person a happy birthday (or you might get yanked from their friends list.. :) |
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| Up and down and up and down... |
[Apr. 10th, 2005|09:28 pm] |
This weekend was fun.
I miss Tiffany. I hope she doesn't hate me by now.
Sayanara. |
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| Calling all... people |
[Apr. 4th, 2005|12:24 am] |
THE PSP
Tell me your thoughts on this device. Is it worth the money? Will you get one? Do you want one? am I crazy for wanting one? |
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| Failure! |
[Apr. 2nd, 2005|12:33 pm] |
Fucking...
I was supposed to feed homeless people today,but no one would give me a ride, and I had no one's numbers of who was going, so I just kinda sat around, thinking of a way to get there... until it was too late.
Shit happens.
Tiffany and I are going to see "Sin city" tonight, hopefully.
I've decided to devote my life to getting a PSP. I want one.
Sayanara FOR NOW. |
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| I'm an asshole |
[Mar. 28th, 2005|06:56 pm] |
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And that's really all I have to say to that. today sucked, and the future doesn't look any better at this rate. |
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| Fish Tank |
[Mar. 27th, 2005|07:33 pm] |
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So I don't want my fish tank anymore.
My brother did me the favor of pouring a household cleaner into the tank. Apparently, my room was filled with foam. Foam is fun! There's this cool catfish skeleton in the corner now. I want to save it.
But I digress.
While ripping out the cords, I found the POWER ADAPTOR TO MY USB HARD DRIVE, WHERE I BACKED UP ALL OF MY STUFF BEFORE.
I have several of my picture, several of my videos, MY MUSIC, and my old, old folders, including my will (tailored in the event I marry Tiffany and die), as well as an entire folder of just pictures... I won't elaborate on that one, because I'd make someone mad.
Me and Joe's CD is on it as well, so now I have my own copy. JOE, E-MAIL THE OTHER TWO TRACKS TO adamkelley999@gmail.com PLZ KTHXBAI.
My ROTC Operations folder is here, too. Now I can save this stuff to be used for my successor (who shall remained unnamed. Joe, we gotta talk about that, too).
Quake III Arena, Pocket Tanks Deluxe, and all of my Starcraft mods are ehre, as well. Even my maps (of stick-figure fame) are here!
I think I'm just going to carry this baby around and work off ot this from now on... as soon as I copy it all to my PC again.
There's A LOT of other things on here, and I don't feel like detailing every last one, so I'll just let you imagine.
Video games are fun.
Yajaira, I made sure to talk a lot about video games and Tiffany in this entry, since I know how much you say I talk about them.
By the way, guys, I'm sick. Very sick. Contagious and sick. How do I know it's contagious? I caught it myself.
Sayanara. |
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| Spring Break |
[Mar. 24th, 2005|12:06 pm] |
I know, fans, I've been lacking on the updates.
What have I done? Sfter a bit of work, I was finally able to relax! In fact, I threw an extremely smll barbeque last night JUST BECAUSE I COULD!
My little brother's dating a college girl. I find this hilarious.
My older brother's dating a college boy. I find this weird.
"MURDER IN THE FIRST" is a good movie. Watch it.
JASON AND JOE AND RICHARD AND RICHARD AND MELVIN AND THE FONZ AND WHOEVER ELSE I FORGOT - we gotta hang out sometime. E-mail me before... the end of business today. Try to make whatever it is free; I'm broke.
Quote of the win:
"I hope you don't become a teacher when you grow up." - Mrs. Labbe, after I looked through some tests and began to ridicule them all |
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| Hacking and wheezing |
[Mar. 17th, 2005|10:54 am] |
I woke up this morning and promptly fell unconsious from lack of air flow.
To most of you, you know this as a cold.
HOW IN THE HELL DID I CATCH A COLD THE WEEK BEFORE SPRING BREAK??
So here I sit... at home... sitting idly... |
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| My brother, the genius... |
[Mar. 16th, 2005|11:34 pm] |
"Brian, don't install anything. Brian, don't install anything. Brian, DON'T INSTALL ANYTHING."
My brother killed my computer. He installed a hell of a spyware program.
It changed my desktop to say IN HUGE LETTERS:
SUPRISE! YOU HAVE SPYWARE!!!
And when I delete the file, the computer crashed, and it is still crashing.
My desktop flashes, then a grey screen, then my desktop, then a grey screen...
Fuck it. No internet for me until it's done. It's going to get re-imaged tomorrow. |
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| I miss Tiffany. |
[Mar. 10th, 2005|08:30 pm] |
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But I'm at Joe's. We worked on a dual armed exhibition. Man, it's good.
Not the best, but pretty good, considetring we just started.
The rifles now also have a new look. Instead of a badly chipped bottom and a huge latch, there's grey and black tape, striped. We're hopefully going to touch the paint up later.
And never try a fish taco. It's just not right.
I appreciate you. I need you. You know who you are... TIFFANY! |
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| Unbiased |
[Mar. 8th, 2005|10:52 pm] |
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Jason wrote an entry on love, and a shitload of you slammed him for it. A lot of you just said "I agree." End of your story. Some of you just said he was right.
But.. really, now... what do ANY of us know about love? We're a bunch of psuedominded people who fake intelelct and get our train of thought from rantings of the ages.
"Get your philosophy from a bumper sticker..." - Green Day
And that's EXACTLY what our generation is doing. Who ever really met the love on their life on Ocean Avenue? What is the anthem of our dying day? Can anyone never really be perfect? Shit, what IS perfect?
We live by false morals, but we live for true feelings. How so? Think of this: in one country, a man and a woman have sex by lightly opening their pajamas, the guy ejaculates, bada bing bada boom. In another country, teenagers practice sex on the beaches daily. Why? It's a matter of perception, that's why.
Go to UrbanDictionary.com and search for "love" and you'll find TEN definitions. No two people define the feeling the same. Is it real? It has to be; all of us have clamed to have it at some point in time. Lust? I wouldn't go that far; there has to be SOME attraction in more than one manner.
But what does it matter what I say? I contradict myself on a daily basis. WATER FOR LIFE! NO MORE CAFFEINE!
Pfft. Yeah right. |
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| A brief update |
[Mar. 6th, 2005|10:17 pm] |
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* My journal won't let anyone reply. Interesting. I found this out once I read my OTHER e-mail account (my e-mail is this, so start e-mailing me there, kthxbai.
In other news, I went to the flea market and found... this rediculous grade-B game system labeled "FINAL FANTASY VIII" so I bought it. AIR HERO is the premiere title, alongside DRAGON VS TIGGER FIGHT.
Yes, Tigger.
I've begun to play Xenogears, so there goes my social life. Oh, wait... it's been gone. Sorry, guys; blame my home situation.
What of it? It's fucked up; that's what.
I've decided to just sit back from now on and play my role. I won't do anything more than I have to; best friend to a few guys and a boyfriend. I'm mildly entertaining and ultimately useless in the long run, so I think I'll just sit back and do what I enjoy: a lot of nothing.
Time to start looking for a job... again. Real life catches up. |
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| Listen up! Teamwork means staying out of my way! |
[Mar. 6th, 2005|10:05 pm] |
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The future is forsaken.
Once you've come to a decision, follow through with it and give it your all so you have no regrets. However... If you're undecided and unsure, stay that way, and follow through with you indecision. Being caught in the middle is the worst.
You don't let people in, do you boy? Nah, you've got too much pride.
I had such a nice dream...
I didn't. I dreamt I was a moron...
I speak with passion, from the heart! That's what matters most!
(I'll be the first one to admit that I'm here because of other people.) |
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| Operation |
[Feb. 28th, 2005|10:30 pm] |
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I got home today from limping all day.
Remember that toe injury I was talking about? Yeah... I operated on it today.
What did I use? A traditional urban legend, of course...
*I began with a few knives, a few sets of nail clippers, and a nail file.
*I asked Tiffany to fill the bathtub with all of the ice from the freezer.
*I used salt to stop the wound from... well, I can't tell you guys. Let's just say "AYE YIE YIE" doesn't cut it.
*And for about an hour, I SAWED AT MY OWN FLESH.
Fun? Yeah. Fun. My foot's held open with a piece of duct tape right now. So it's offical: I'll operate on an open wound with primitive tools and duct tape, either mine or someone else's. Point being, it doesn't hurt anymore.
THANK GOD.
I made a hearty $25 on a 4.5-page paper on JFK. So hard. Wow. Phew.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go work on the REST of my body. Most of you call it a bath. Shower. Nude water dance. Whatever.
By the way...
Lineage? The online game? It's free to download the 644MB file, but it costs $7/month to play.
I need a new RO client.
Did I mention I love Tiffany?
Yeah, I think I did.
I'm so out of it right now. |
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| Just once... |
[Feb. 27th, 2005|08:39 pm] |
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We came back from a drill meet to discover my right foot's totaled.
It's painful to the touch. It has... well, I'd tell you in detail, but even I'd vomit. Let's just say that my usually-perfect ghetto-surgery techniques FAILED, so now I'll be hurting for a while.
In other news, I began trying to play Dark Cloud again, and was successful. By the way, if you have a network adapter and MGS3, God bless you all for the downloadable camo. That's all I'm going to say.
I think the game would kick even more ass with an online mode where you were rewarded for sneaking.
Speaking of things that make no sense, I have a small gash on my right palm from... a rifle? A hanger? Who knows...
A lot of good jokes were invented this weekend.
My favorite has to be HADOKEN!
I also told Colonel that Darren Sheffield wants to... you know...
His reaction = priceless.
I'd post my opinion on OTHER things, but once again, I'd make new enemies... and make old enemies friends.
So shut up. Just kidding. OR AM I???
I'm out like a menstrating girl who needs a blood transfusion. |
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| Have I been missing out? |
[Feb. 24th, 2005|10:15 pm] |
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I mean... sheesh. One minute, I'm sitting idly. The enxt, a WAR erupts that I started and didn't even realize.
I was just kinda ticked off at the college thing. I've explained that to the world AT LEAST 50,000,000 times, and it still gets used against me? Blasphemy, I tell you.
On to more important things besides honestly: I finally fucking accomplished Dark Cloud 2. IT'S DONE. Now I can finally play DC1.
Tomorrow is the Valdosta drill meet. If intel serves me right, 6 schools are all going. There is no reason we can't place.
But I'd actually like to touch on something the Fonz said.
Trust... is what love is based on. If you love someone, you don't lie. Really. I've been lied to by too many people, so I know what it's like to be in the chair. What does that say about yourself? Well, take a look; if you lie to protect yourself, then who do you hold on a throne and who else on a stool?
True love... well, to describe your lover/mate, there's three words that SHOULD describe them...
My better half
Don't try any of that "they want me to get better by myself" crap. Always put others before yourself, but don't let yourself become the mat. That's a lesson for life, kids.
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. - Alexander Pope
An addition:
The term 'brotherhood' was never used to refer to Neo Angelus. Any reference to a 'brotherhood' would include the three founding members; Joe, Jason, and myself. Neo Angelus is BY FAR not a brotherhood, as speculated before. We're just a bunch of radical dreamers.
That's all for now. Toodles. |
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| It's been a while. |
[Feb. 23rd, 2005|06:50 pm] |
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Time for a list of extravagant events!
First off, my latest campaign: Hey guys, I found some network cables!
I've been siphoning network cables from all over the school into a private cache for LAN parties I plan to host soon. Get your Xboxes prepped and copies of SOCOM II out for you dial-up users with the modem... for we shall play LAN! I have a router and everything, and I'll try to... how to say... acquire the router that sits around the bookroom (or one like it--5 ports is better than 4).
Stealing? NO! It's sheer replacement. I have every intention of returning them... once ethernet becomes obsolete.
In other news, I beat Dark Cloud 2. However, once you beat it, you unlocked ANOTHER dungeon as long as the other 7 combined.
COMBINED.
Jesus fucking Christ! IT'S AROUND 100 LEVELS OF RANDOMLY GENERATED... STUFF.
So now the CodeBreaker's been busted out because I am TIRED of fighting. Infinite grenades, here I come.
Once again, I'd like to remind everyone that I type your papers for money. Need a good essay? Perhaps the terms for APUSH? I can have them to you in a timely manner... for a price, of course. COD only.
Tiffany's mom's farts make my eyes water. Don't let her tell you otherwise...!
"It's sick! Her ass is ROTTEN!" - Tiffany
In other news, I have opinions of a lot of things, but I know that if I even begin to bring up just the SUBJECTS that I'd make new enemies... and old ones, friends.
I think I'm gonna go play Interactive Buddy now.
Sayanara. |
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| Breaking and Entering |
[Feb. 19th, 2005|08:37 pm] |
So I get to school at 4:45 to march at 7.
Colonel's not there.
Mary gets there. Joe gets there. Melvin gets there. Proffitt gets there. MAry and Melvin watch for Colonel while me, Joe, and (unfortunately) Proffitt watch the inside.
To make a long story short, I shot Proffitt in the neck with my new marshmallow gun and it left a huge welp.
We also used Proffitt's STAFF ID for school, his cheap-ass knife, and a Timberwolf knife I gave Mary to BREAK into room 200.
The door on the side of the school was open, which was weird. We did everything we could, from removing the screws in the door to knocking it in. Nope... good ol' using the knives to push the latch into the door.
Other than that, it... was weird. Apaprently, the guy broke the PA system.
Great.
Well, I miss Tiffany. I brought Mr. Toad, a Valentine's Day gift, with me to Joe's.
I'm at Joe's.
56k, I lol at you, not with you.
Sayanara for now. |
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| So much I need to say... |
[Feb. 13th, 2005|06:56 pm] |
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So little urge to type.
Tomorrow, my Leader Letter to GEORGE FOREMAN is due, as well as my RECIPE FOR SUCCESS. I need to work on the KITTY HAWK INDUCTION program.
Today, I worked with Tiffany selling Valentine's Day shit in front of Welcome Food Store (corner of Wilson and Jammes). Mr. H and Norm came by and saw us. For $8 an hour, I can't complain. Business is business is business is business.
I have to ghetto-rig a birthday present for Tiffany's mom on Tuesday. Fun. As I suddenly remember I'm supposed to go to the DMV that day as well.
Shish-kebob.
I finally got a Ragnarok Online account. It kicks so much rectum, I can't even begin to explain it.
Last night, apparently, my brother accidentially unplugged my monitor FROM MY VIDEO CARD and plugged it into MY MOTHERBOARD. He then proceeded to screw around in the system BIOS trying to fix it. He decided not to touch it; I'd know what to do.
BRIAN: "OK, after the Windows loading bar--"
ADAM: "What loading bar?" *Instantly realizes problem*
I networked my mom's laptop to my computer so she can print (and I can monitor/delete anything she does).
I think I'm gonna go play RO, even though I should be doing homework.
Sayanara.
Oh, yeah...
I Love you, Tiffany! Happy Valentine's Day! |
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| Yesterday's Feelings |
[Feb. 11th, 2005|12:06 am] |
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It seems as though a lot of people carry an impression for a long time.
If someone seemed one way 2 months ago, will they be that same way today if you don't give them a play-by-play of your life?
From my research... yes. Many people still consider unnamed people as one thing (lost, for instance) when in all actuality it's quite contrare. However, since no one knows 100% of any story, 'lost' is still applied.
Oh well.
Anyhow, I think I'll post a random quiz question. all of you ractum-munching cheaters who use Google, I know who you are, so don't bother replying.
Who is The Joy's son?
Good luck. *makes hand gesture* |
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| Dum de FUCKING dum |
[Feb. 8th, 2005|11:17 pm] |
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As many of you know, I've switched to Gmail.
As many of you know, I reply to DJ comments through the e-mail.
As many of Adam just learned, Gmail simply takes all the e-mails from ONE website (let's use DeadJournal for this example) and makes them all into one e-mail, which Adam's been deleting (like 99% of the comments I get).
Apparently, I've missed Teh Fonz, Angela, and Allyson's replies the most. Sorry, guys.
And Jason? You seem kinda down lately. If you need anyone to talk to, I'm here.
Sayanara, folks. |
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| My main question |
[Feb. 6th, 2005|10:24 pm] |
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What did the out-of-towners think of Jacksonville? That's what I want to know. |
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| zOMG drama! |
[Feb. 6th, 2005|10:17 pm] |
T3h PATRIOTS WIN!!! 24-21! AMAZING!!!11one |
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| Angela, dammit, you tricked me. |
[Feb. 6th, 2005|09:14 pm] |
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[01] Reply with your name and I will write something about you.
[02] I will then tell you what song/band reminds me of you.
[03] Next, I will tell you who you remind me of, celebrity/animated or otherwise.
[04] Last, I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
[05] Put this in your journal. |
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