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Thursday. 8.31.06 5:09 pm
Would anybody be so kind as to tell me why my profile picture isn't showing up? I know there is no way of knowing the exact reason pertaining to my specific case...but I meant in general. What are some general reasons why a profile picture may decide not to make itself visible? Any help would be greatly appreciated.

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First Two Days Of Class
Thursday. 8.31.06 4:14 pm
Well what do you know, I'm up to entry number two. Break out your shovels, it's gonna' snow tonight folks. Anyway, it's time to move on to more pressing matters.

I recently transferred from Anne Arundel Community College (AACC) to University of Maryland Baltimore County (UMBC). Why did I put the abbreviations in parentheses you might ask? Well, for one, I don't feel like typing that shit out every time I make a simple reference. And two, I'm just fucking lazy. As I was saying, I just got finshed putting my two years in at AACC this past spring and now I've moved on to bigger and more pain in the ass things. Hence, UMBC. I don't want people to think that I have a problem with the school in general. It is a pretty nice university I suppose. In fact, for all intensive purposes, it could be the school that God himself attended. The point is, I am tired of doing fucking schoolwork. I was tired of it the minute my first grade teacher told me to write my name on that first spelling test. For those of you who fail to comprehend the depth of my hatred pool, let me paint a little picture for you. Here I am sitting in English class reading along with the teacher as she slowly, painstakingly annunciates every single word on the syllabus. Ever wonder why we even have to go to class that first day? All the teacher does is read their own creation aloud as if we were unable to read or comprehend any written text. Why not just email us the damn course outline and give us one more day off. Back to what I was saying....I'm sitting in class reading when I came to several conclusions all at once. It was like an orgy of epiphanies. One...I'm in my third year of college...why the fuck am I still in English? Do our school systems think that after 19 years spent living in America that I am still unable to speak the English language. Or maybe I still cannot write a coherent essay. I just happened to ace all of my previous 12 english classes by accident. Flukes fucking happen I guess. Two...what is the point of all this work I'm about to be assigned? Like I'll be working some day and my boss will ask me to write a 500 word essay comparing the Industrial Revolution to why I don't give a fuck. Seriously, enough with the fucking essays. Why don't we practice balancing checkbooks instead? Three....fuck english...that's what three is. I don't want to come across like a whiney little baby...it's just that I don't see the point of having to take classes that don't pertain to my major. I thought that was supposed to be covered in gradeschool. Anyway, I guess I'm just ranting a bit because college started up again this past Wednesday...I got all these syllabi and assignments....and I basically don't feel like reading/completing any of them. I fucking hate reading textbooks. If anyone ever wants to have a textbook bonfire with me...just hit me up.

Maybe I don't get as much out of college because I decided to say fuck loans. It is this said fuckage that has lead me to be a commuter. I guess I'm kind of missing out on a big part of the "college experience"...but hey, I'll have saved a lot of money when it's all over. My parents agreed to pay for my college as long as I don't live on campus. I really appreciate that...it will help a lot when I move out. Well, I guess that about wraps this up. I'm going to try highlighting each of my main points at the end of each of my entries. This will be the first....so in summary:

*I'm tired of schoolwork
*Fuck english, syllabi, and loans...oh essays too..especially fuck essays
*Missed college experience...*sad violin music plays*
*Thanks mom and dad for putting out the money
*Is there a checkbook in the house?
*I'm still the man

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Here We Go
Wednesday. 8.30.06 10:06 pm
Ok. This will be my first entry. I have tried to keep blogs before, but they always end up failing miserably. I always come into it thinking "Wow, an online blog, what a great idea." I quickly discard my previous notion, however, somewhere between the fact that I only write two entries and never come back and the fact that the only two entries I write are about how I'm going to write more next time. Well I know I've said this before, but THIS TIME WILL BE DIFFERENT. Hopefully. It is getting pretty late, I have several classes tomorrow, and I am going to use this as a springboard to get off the computer. It will also serve as my first excuse not to write anything interesting. May it be the first of many.

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Halfwayhome
And These Melodies Will Soar Over The Sea And Past Your Ears Your Eyes Like Prisms Filter Snapshots Into Pools Of Bloodstained Tears And These Words Are Like A Shot Piercing You Skin Into Your Veins Lifting Your Eyelids Just Enough To Watch Me Slowly Drift Away
Emberghost
So much for reason when you need a reaction Who needs discretion when you've got passion? I retraced the lines, the terrain, and the contour Caught your reflection in a maze of mirrors, well Collecting thoughts with crazed determination I came alive with renewed sense of purpose My fear is that I wouldn't even know you if I saw you And how could I live with myself then? Answers time was to provide Yield only to the white's of your eyes And I am not here to mend goodbyes I've come to name the whites of your eyes
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
But wait, now that I've found you, situations from dark now change to gray Disregarding my absence of memories, it's perpetually blinding me of sanity, and just when I'm giving in, as I try to scale these walls Jericho falls around me and I feel that I've strayed too long And darkness is fading in, and darkness is real Oh my eyes oh closing slowly I try Fate seems to recreate, I just cannot escape, Something holds me down and makes me act a way I can't explain Even now I can feel it coming over me choking me, as I'm falling behind You can say you know me, but you have no clue what my dreams could show you
Taking Back Sunday
This glass house is burning down You light the match, I'll stick around I'll give you everything you want And wish the worst of what I was

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