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[23 May 2006|07:54am] |
Honestly, I don't know. It's 8 am and this day has been horrible already. I know I'll feel a lot better whne Michele wakes up, but I just feel like shit.
What am I in life? Just two months ago I was a student at UNH looking to graduate suma cum laude with a BSE in chemical engineering. I'm nothing now. I'm a bum.
Fuck.
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| service with a smile |
[08 May 2006|11:52pm] |
So let's see how things have been in Wesley world. I'm happy. That should account for something. I have a wonderful new girlfriend that goes by the name of Michele. She's just great. My family is doing awesome despite the fact that my brother totalled his car. The job hunt is still ongoing, though it may be nearing an end. Oh, and I don't have to deal with anywhere near the amount of drama I dealt with on a daily basis two months ago. I'm just chipper, but - more importantly - alive.
Be safe.
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| I fucking love Henry Rollins |
[13 Mar 2006|12:55am] |
If I was a woman these days, I'd be killing motherfuckers. My handgun would never cool and my hands would be covered in testicular blood. I would have a horrible reputation with a lot of men because I would be calling them on their weak bullshit left and right. Back wehn I was alive, I would always hear about how some woman was a bitch and then when I met her, I found her to be strong and not taking shit from the men around her. If you grabbed my ass when I walked past your desk, I'd make your brains come out of your nose. I hate seeing good guys taking the rap for these weaklings. I hate the idea that any woman would fear me because she ran into the wrong guy a couple of times a day for a few years and think they must all be that way. What else is she to think? It is a failure. I know many men and women who had been married and had then gotten divorced. The levels of acrimony and ugliness at some of these proceedings alienated me from the idea of marriage. What a bad business deal. You get sued and all of a sudden you're paying money to someone you hate, who hates you right back. Maybe that's why men go to strip bars. Maybe women are safer when they're on display. Maybe that's why people like to watch pornography. You don't get any on you, you don't get sued, you don't have to talk. Maybe most women should be either prostitutes, whores, stippers, or publicists and most men should be criminals in cages, lawyers trying to get them out, pro golfers, or politicians. Wouldn't that make for less paper work once the software was formatted? Everyone else could be employed to clean up after them. Maybe that's not such a hot idea, everywhere would be like Los Angeles. It was all a mystery while I was amongst you. I tried to love and I failed. I tried to hate and I got bored. Now I just drift through the scenes and watch what you say and do. I write it down at night through a microscope. I turn specs of dust into planets, moments into eternities. I know that many married men have affairs. I know that from time to time women hate men's guts. I know the same goes for men. I know you think about sex all the time. I know you have killed people in your mind. I know that you say a lot of things to yourself that you would never say out loud. I know you say a lot of things you don't mean for fear of what the other chicken shit lying motherfuckers will say about you. I know you say one thing and do another. I know some of you hide behind the flimsy shield of political correctness. I know you, though. You want to fuck, own, and kill as much as anyone else. Abd all that, is what we have in common. One tragic laugh riot. No such thing as heroes, just crazy motherfuckers with good press relations. There was no "golden era" of anything, no such thing as the "good old days" because even then there was racism, rape, and corruption everywhere. Maybe it's time to rebel! Rebellion? You mean that neurotic posturing you do before apathy sets in and The Simpsons comes on? Virtue is a marathon. You're tired. I'm dead.
Every fucking thing Henry Rollins writes makes me think and makes me want to write. Amazing, I tell you, amazing.
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[12 Mar 2006|02:28pm] |
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Why is it that I cannot iniate conversations when I need to? I know that everyone is there for me to talk to, but when I'm hanging out with friends I put on this happy facade. I don't want to bog people down with my problems, I don't want to cry in front of you. My mother told me yesterday that she thought about killing herself. I don't care about the fact that I got kicked out of school. I care about the fact that my mother is going through so much stress between the charges against my brother, starting her business, and her golden child fucking up that she actually seriously thought about killing herself. I spent the entire day trying to push it off, but once I got home I burst into tears. And they haven't stopped. I know in twenty minutes, I'll call Matt and go over there and won't cry until I next come home too. I'm so fucking distraught.
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[10 Mar 2006|01:15pm] |
This is UNH: UNH
This is me: =(
Together you get. UNH =(..
Yeah that's me leaving UNH, my art sucks. I got kicked out.
I'm not feeling all too great.
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| Rizandom Bitches |
[08 Mar 2006|07:26pm] |
alkali may altitude see vista be resumption ! optoisolate but cossack it persecution the corroborate be alizarin ! marginal it dater a amongst in ripple be bellum and spear a bourgeoisie on aventine in discovery see unisex on sultanate try beribbon some grieve try ruse a chairmen be try bullock see conjunct on
! sargent be have it
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[01 Mar 2006|09:57pm] |
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André, you are my true lover. You're cheap, tasty, and make me do wonderous things. I love you André.
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| interesting... |
[16 Feb 2006|03:09am] |
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So let's see what happened tonight. Hmm.. I drank two bottles of André sparkling wine, did a power hour, went to McDonalds and order 15 four piece nuggets, and then Choma ran over my ankle with Fletcher's car. Ouch, it hurts now, it will hurt more tomorrow.
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[06 Feb 2006|07:28pm] |
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Oh, and I think of my LJ friends only Choma knows, but this July 4th, I'll be doing a 4 point suicide suspension. Four hooks in my back, hanging in the air.
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[06 Feb 2006|05:05pm] |
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3d glasses rock
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| Talk about drama |
[03 Feb 2006|11:57am] |
I typed this up in a lot of words, but decided it was too lengthy and no one would read it. So here's the breakdown:
Choma, Kerrigan, Fletcher, and Wes get drunk.
Wes notices Fletcher with a girl and is very proud.
Wes finds out said girl is ex-girlfriend and doesn't care. He's still proud of Fletch.
They all take the bus back.
Ex-girlfriend pulls Wes onto ground and talks to him.
Wes goes back to room and she follows.
Ex-girlfriend pukes, a lot, then lays down in Wes's bed.
Wes tells her she has to leave and she lays down in Alex's bed.
Choma talks to her for awhile, then Wes goes in to talk to her.
Wes tells her there's no chance of them getting back together and exgirlfriend cries.
Wes tells exgirlfriend she needs to go home and she flips out.
Ex-girlfriend physically attacks Wes, cutting his head, ear, and face and putting large lumps on the back of his head (from slamming it into a wall).
Wes yells at ex-girlfriend to get the fuck out and she leaves, stopping to cry in the stairwell.
Random girl meets with exgirlfriend to talk about stuff.
R.A. notices blood on Wes's hand and asks what happened. Wes tells R.A. the truth.
R.A. calls police (I assume).
Police try to calm ex-girlfriend down, and Wes goes to room.
ex-girlfriend and exgirlfriend are the same person.
Yeah, so I got my ass kicked by a girl, but I refuse to ever lays my hands on a girl.
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[24 Jan 2006|10:58pm] |
Guts - is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: "Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"
Balls - is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass, and having the balls to say, "You're next."
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[23 Jan 2006|02:09pm] |
| Greed: | Very High
| | | Gluttony: | High
| | | Wrath: | Very High
| | | Sloth: | Very High
| | | Envy: | Very High
| | | Lust: | Very High
| | | Pride: | High
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[16 Jan 2006|02:58pm] |
Dogs are a man's best friend: you want to screw her in the ass.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend: a penis is forever.
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[06 Jan 2006|12:36am] |
so. My fateful morning. That whole day sucked. What else happened? My car broke.
fuck this.
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| this is why I don't go to bed early |
[04 Jan 2006|10:59am] |
So, this morning already kicks ass. I wake up and go to make myself breakfast - a rare occurence for Wesley. Well, I cook my scrambled eggs with swiss cheese and ham, two english muffins, and some Hollandaise sauce for on top of the English muffins (this sauce is a bitch to make, but tastes so good). I brew a pot of coffee and just when everything is all set and I sit down to eat, I feel it. Oh shit. I run to the bathroom and vomit my brains out. Fun times.
But now I sit here with my coffee and my cigarette and I'm thinking "Maybe mornings aren't so bad after all."
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[03 Jan 2006|12:35am] |
According to MyHeritage.com I look most like the following celebrities when I have short hair:
Elmer Bernstein (60% match)
Thierry Henry (58% match)
Robin William (56% match)
John Cleese (53% match)
Irving Berlin (47% match)
Nicolas Cage (43% match)
Shimon Peres (43% match)
Jean-Paul Belmondo (42% match)
Kajol (40% Match)
Francis Crick (40% match)
And the following with long hair:
Benjamin Britten (59% match)
Gordon Cooper (54% match)
Charlize Theron (53% match)
Gary Cooper (52% match)
Eugene O'Neill (48% match)
Michael Crichton (46% match)
Christopher Reeve (45% match)
John Cleese (43% match)
Rod Stewart (42% match)
George W. Bush (42% match)
( Results for my friends faces )
So let's recap. I am a funny man and also the best actor alive and part Superman. Matt is one really, really nice lady and an actor that will never find his way out of the stupid teenager role. Galvin's a damn good actor, but he influences several people and makes them kill others. Kevin is Neo, a silent comedian, a suicidal musician, a fun-loving chunky intern, and a bad ass mofo. Choma is a chick, yet he can still go crazy and eat people. Lani is fucking Van-Damme, 'nuff said. Jess is the founder of scientology, yet part hottest woman alive. Kyle is straight up a chick, sorry dude.
Nice. However, I don't think any of us matched enough to be look alikes.
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