It's been a while...

I'm alive.

Insomnia, anime, & anal beads.

So tell me again why all this happens? By this I'm referring to insomnia. I hate it. There is hate. Much hate. Normally at this point I'm sleeping soundly, not worrying about tomorrow or what it may (or, in this case, may not) bring. Yet here I am.

Fuck.

Guys, I just spend an hour and a half on the phone listening to my friend talk about anal beads. It's one AM in the fucking morning and I'm listening to this dolt discuss, of all things, anal beads. Anal-fucking-beads (no pun intended). Do you know what that's like? To find yourself deprived of sleep and only able to picture in your mind, a man with a pearl necklace up his ass? Well I'll tell ya - it's not fucking fun.

Know what depresses me? (warning; do not read if you are in, and wish to remain in, a good mood). Friends. They fucking depress me. You see, and maybe this is my unique situation, but I always get the sneaking suspicion that people, my friends included, think I'm some sort of asshole. (wonder what gave them that idea?) They treat me like one, for the most part, despite my efforts to rectify my actions (whatever it is that I do to offend people). This has been the primary cause of about four months of depression. Deep, deep, depression. But now, in the end, I realize that me attempting to change myself to please their rather banal needs has, in itself, labeled me as a push-over.

So I started acting normally.

And everyone went on fucking vacation. I feel like societies little outcast. Except that society can go fuck itself; I'm moving to Mars. (well, maybe if it gets a little cooler).

I feel like shit. But it's nice to have a place to rant about it.

By the way - Eureka 7 is food for the saddened soul. It envokes lonliness and a sort of passion. Longing, I guess is the word I'm looking for.

m3h...

Build Your Own Computer...

And sell it for a profit. Guide to come.

Oh Mah Gawd...

Jesus-fscking-Christ!

Did you know that it's $592 to ship a desktop computer and screen to Indonesia... Wow.

Huh; on another note Kyles parts was freakin' awesome. Danny (hereinafter referred to as 'Coach') and I stayed up 40 hours, the majority of which was spend playing Guitar Hero 2, which I recommend you buy right now. That game looks extremely lame and gay and lame but once you start kickin' out solos on that little guitar then your life gains new meaning (mainly to kick out more solos...).

Only problem is it costs $90 and the guitar may or may not be a piece of shit. But it's worth it. Motherfucker. School can't decide what they want to do for the senior trip; or rather they won't tell us. What they have said, however, is what we cannot do:
1. Go on a cruise
2. Go skiing
3. Do anything even remotely fun. Ever.

Of course I could be looking at the positive side: I get to go on a senior trip (maybe). That's good, right? My buddies in public schools all say "senior...what?" when I mention it to 'em.

That's something, right? Being cooped up with my classmates under near-prison supervision by nuns-with-guns... That's good right?

We'll see.

eBay sucks. Or, rather, the people that want to buy things on eBay suck. Almost. This world needs more white trash with money and internet connections (or does that make them middle class?). Whatever. Maybe the president can do that for us; he seems to represent white trash pretty well... Shit, I can't talk, I was born in Chattanooga.

Ah well, fuckshitasscunt, and all that good stuff....

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Well for the last five or so days I've been attempting to sell my computer on eBay.

MY GOD...

I never thought so much stress and pain could be compressed into such a simple process! I've revised the listing nine bajillion times and yet still, no one is every *watching*. This is slowly driving me crazy and soon I'll explode and die from over exposure to unresponsive auctions.

But, on the plus side, it's almost finals week! Oh wait...

Actually; I might introduce myself: I'm Bob. I attend school, own two computers (a custom one I'm trying to sell and my Macbook Pro which, if it were possible, I would mate with), listen a ton of music and have fairly strong, bias, views on very general topics.

So, you could say that I'm an average American. Except for one minor detail; with the exception of actually being born in America, I'm actually one half Irish and the other half French. And I use a Mac. And I'm a liberal. And I've actually read William Gibson.

So, not very average at all. Or, shit, I might be. I'm not really *that* sure as to what the definition of average is these days. It's hard to tell. All I really know is that the guy down the street with the penis pierce is accepted into normal society yet, yesterday, someone accused me of being a terrorist for wear different colored socks...

Go figure...