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I'm not a blogger anymore... I wonder if anyone has looked at this thing in the last 3-4 years. I guess I'll never know and I'll probably never come back to check this. Well, I graduate this December! That's all. |
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just to let everyone know, the older you get, the worse you feel. add upon that like 300 pounds, and you have me. well, not quite 300 pounds... like 285, 290 or so. try as i may, i can't keep it under that especially without wrestling anymore. so i go out to the bar tonight, because it was my birthday, this sixteenth day of fourth month as Walt Whitman would call it, and I have a good time... drank for free both my girlfriend (charley and I) and i am digging my life right about now. there was coyote ugly at the bar... except they forgot the coyote part and left the ugly. except for a few... boy i wish i were in the army now ;-). ih avne't used a smily in a long ass time. i have been so far removed from the internet scene that it is ridiculous. oh, fortold... the days of me are over. i am bound to be just another person. so what's the point of these novellas? what's the point of me on here? well, as many of you have noticed (some of you out there miss me greatly and my stories of yore for sure) i am incredibly hammered. being at the bar on the ugly night has left me seven sheets to the wind. i know it is only but not even 1 in the morning, but when you're not paying for drinks, it is easy to down quite a few. so be honest, where are my supporters out there? i haven't contacted them for so long. i have a house, i have a cat, and the cat is pissing me off so bad right now... just go to bed you dumb little tramp. instead it nags at me with the worst noise possible... a little feline in plastic. yeah it won't leave me alone. i wish i had the imagination to describe exactly what this dumb little cunt is doing... but understand that it is obnoxious. yes i can spell that. i miss the sting of that god damn bat... does anyone else? i miss the feel of the pill pounding my glove. you can't blame me... i grew up believing i would be someone and that didn't turn out okay? there's nothing left for me but someday finally fucking graduating college and teaching dumb shits how to wash their hands and not touch each other improperly. what glory is there in that? fuck if i know. goodnight. leave me alone. |
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i figured something out tonight. you can determine your level of drunkness by equating it to the levels of the known universe. for instance... someone can say that they are as drunk as the level of the planet earth itself. well... at this moment, i am at the level of the solar system. it goes in these steps... 1. town
2. state
3. country
3. continent
4. hemisphere
5. planet (in solar system)
6. solar system (ours)
7. universe universe is the terminal phase of drunkeness... currently, i am at solar system. i will not be partaking in anymore drinking tonight. my girlfriend and i just got back from the bar... i love her. she needs to leave me alone right now cause she is being stupid. goodnight. |
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i haven't used this thing in just over 2 years!!!!! it's been quite some time, so let's sum up what has happened since the last time i was on...
- i wrestled for west liberty state all of the 2006-2007 season, started, and was crushed by large men.
- worked for a subway in both summers and managed (kinda) in the latter of the two.
- made dean's list every semester but one thus far
- changed majors from physical education to health
- have been dating charley (not a guy, she's a girl) for almost 16 months
- moved out of the dorms and into a house
- just got a kitten (oi... i'm a dog person)
- i own a ps3 (yahtzee!)... r6 anyone?
- increased my bench press by 60 pounds in one month... then stopped lifting. ha.
- discovered the lost city of atlantis
- and last but not least... finally convinced ryan seacrest that he is indeed a bag of douche.
that about sums it up... i can't think of anything else that has happened that is of any major significance. my college is soon to be a university though and i'm going to be one of the first classes to graduate from it once it happens. i honestly have no other idea what to put on here... i guess that would be why i stopped in the first place.
i don't know if anyone i used to know on here even still exists but i know mr. ferris just posted something pretty good. if anyone remembers, he is a god and i posted a picture i drew of him on paint in one of these a long time ago... i think in 2005 or so. hard to believe it's been so long... seems like only a few months ago. anybody want to sell me a used time machine for cheap?
go bills... go sabres.
both terrible, but still both my teams.
later peeps.
My motivation is: |
Rise Against_-_The Good Left Undone | |
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not gonna lie, the only reason why i'm posting is so people will comment because i like it when people do that... it makes me feel awesome... so go ahead. love you all age
Know that I am: |
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that place is for me no more yeah so i'm not so awesome about updating this thing... that's mainly because i'm so busy with facebook and myspace. they are a little more interactive than LJ... but oh well. so school is a riot. if you want to know what the hell i've been doing, you can just read my blogs on myspace or add me on facebook, that'd be sweet. okay i'm gonna go back to listening to music and wait for my gymnastics/aerobics class... fun fun. later. age
Know that I am: |
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My motivation is: |
Scary Kids Scaring Kids_-_Empty Glasses | |
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these are my last words i'm leaving this coming monday... heading to west virginia for college. finally... finally... finally... i really can't wait. except for when i'm around my wrestlers, i just need to get out of here. that's all i have for now... nothing interesting to write about, or at least want to write about... goodnight. 
that's a pic of the athletic complex at West Liberty... it's amazing... can't wait to get there and use it. "I hope you realize you threw away the best thing, that ever happened to you!!!" Let's Go Hilltoppers!!!!!
Know that I am: |
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My motivation is: |
Valencia_-_Away We Go | |
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Group #2 I hate... no no... absolutely despise 12 year old girls who take tae kwon do or any other martial arts bullshit. Well, actually, it's not the fact that they partake in the integration of a culture not of their own (which is sacrilegious to oriental peoples in the first place) but the fact that these 12 year old girls actually think that their stupid fucking "hiyahs!!" and "wahchucksus!" will bring down a 6 foot 275 pound man. I laugh in the faces of these stupid pathetic munchkins.
And then proceed to hurt them... (story time) I was at my family reunion somewhere near Buffalo (too drunk at 2pm to remember) when my little cousin (being a 12 year old martial arts expert) tells me she can kill me if she wanted to. Keep in mind this little future whore is about 4 foot tall and weighing in at around 80 pounds. So I laugh in her face because of her stupidity knocking down any self esteem she previously had. I love making kids cry. Well... by the power of Zeus!!! she had none of that as she proceeded to kick the shit out of my shin with her "hiyah"s... now I was getting pissed! She didn't realize my secret identity was actually Mr. Furious of the Mystery Men. (That's right, Ben Stiller played the part of me... statistics say that only 30 percent of Americans can say that.)
As (we'll call her) Shithead is kicking my leg, i can sense the anger rising so i warn her not once but twice... "stop kicking my leg or i'm going to throw this half-full can of pepsi at you."
the little shit head keeps kicking my shin. I warn her a third time. and as soon as she rears back and kicks me again... away flies the can from my hand as it spirals and flips and rotates toward her stupid looking face. With a splash of pepsi all over, chaos ensues when she runs away crying. However, I'm laughing my dick off over this. My aunt didn't find this as funny as the fact that she has chin hairs... and i don't mean peach fuzz, i mean worse stubble than i have. eeewwww... so anyway, long story short... the stupid shithead ended up with a cut lip and pepsi stained clothes. Like i need to say... she deserved it. Next time a 12 year old girl tells me she can beat me up... i'm cutting right to the chase and socking her in her filthy, farse spewing pie hole. Don't get me wrong, i love kids... i just hate the stupid ones. love,
age
Know that I am: |
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My motivation is: |
Deciding Tonight_-_Old Fashioned Ghost Story | |
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old old old... i hate it what is wrong with the youth of america nowadays? forget that line... honestly... just forget it. what is wrong with the elderly of america nowadays?
that's the question that needs to be asked. don't get me wrong, i respect and honor the elderly of america especially those who fought in wars for us. however, when they simply don't understand and are incapable of applying the rules of the road to well... the road... something is wrong. the other day i was gingerly driving my 99 contour home from school at around 4:45 or so after spending a delightful day with a certain someone :) when i approached the 4 way stop oustide of northside deli. As usual, i have my signal on to turn right and i come to a complete stop. Well, the elderly woman at the stop sign to my left whom stopped a good 3 to 4 seconds after me apparently found it that she had the right of way in this situation when she wanted to head straight (the same direction i was to go). So, as i'm turning right, she starts going and nearly hits my ass end because (from how i took it) her goggle eyeglasses must have fogged up or something. As it turns out, she indeed did believe she had the right of way... how mistaken she was of course, for I am Adrian Young... Destroyer of Hopes and Dreams. All the way down Richmond Street she rode my ass as I traveled at my usual 35 mph in a 30 mph zone, shaking her finger at me while i laughingly gazed in my rear view mirror at the ridiculous sight of the old wrinkled bag of disgustingness waving her flappy sausage-like digit about. hmmm twas a good laugh... but she persisted, and this angered me greatly. Who was she to be waving that thing about? who was she to think that she was any greater than THE Adrian Martin Young of 10 Walnut St., Batavia, NY??!?!?!?!? So, how did I take care of this matter you may ask? Did I whip her off? No, she was probably already too blind to see that anyway. Did I pull over and harass her with my whitty repartee? No, I was probably too drunk to think of anything funny enough to waste my gas in the stopping process anyway. So what DID I do? well... i did what any other cold blooded american may or may not do. When I came to my turn on this very wide street... instead of pulling to the middle and turning while I let others pass on the right, I pulled way off to the right, to prevent her from passing... and sat there, and sat there, and sat there. HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!! what greater a punishment than taking away precious moments of her already ill-fated life!?!?!?! i'm the smartest man alive... I kept her from seeing her relatives and loved ones that much longer. She will now die, foolish and old and without anyone to morn for her. You deserved it you old hag... never tell ME how to drive, or next time i'll steal your oxygen tank and use your bingo dabber dry!
love,
age
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in the walls. that was probably one of the most awkward yet fulfilling phone calls ever... i'm still glad we talked... it was nice. and i'm happy things are going well for you down there. what's been happening lately????? is what you may or may not be asking yourself about me...
well... alot, alot, alot, alot has been... i joined the genesee rugby team and have been playing for the last month or so... it's a real blast but during my first game i dislocated my shoulder and had to sit for 2 weeks. but i've been tearing it up lately. it's just nice to be in competition again and be able to destroy someone at the same time... which is what i wasn't getting with baseball. speaking of baseball... so the team (which i can't play for anymore because my eligibility is up) at gcc won the conference championships this fall... congrats goes out to all the non-douche bags on the team... mainly non-canadiens. apparently (me being the asshole that i am) i broke a beer bottle on their front door step and ran off, threatened to kill one of them, and keyed his car... all for no reason. So, what's that mean? i'm disliked and receive nothing but stink eyes from all of the canadien assholes. if you know me, or have ever been around me, i'm one of the least confrontational persons you'll ever meet... my question is... who would start rumors like this? it's childish and we're in fucking college for crying out loud. (gayest phrase ever award 2005) OH WELL... OOPS ACCIDENTALLY HIT THE CAPS LOCK AND SINCE I'M ON THE RUN, I'M NOT FIXING IT... UNTIL NOW... i was accepted into west liberty college in west virginia, so after i visit in november, i'm going to decide on whether or not to attend in the spring. a lot of pressure is being placed upon me to stay by various sources. 1. my fellow alexander coaches who need me to help them out this season
2. my mom who insists there are "monsters" all over west virginia
3. myself... because i've found a certain "someone" i really would like to get out of here and go on... live my life and experience a real college first hand. but there are a lot of factors to weigh in this decision... time will tell what life will bring me. Andrew Ferris is still my God... bow before him, he owns my life.
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My motivation is: |
Hawthorne Heights_-_Nikki FM | |
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