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| Yeah, so I'm not updating this anymore. There's a link to my Myspace blog below in my last entry. All new blog posting will be put there so leave comments there and stuff.
Have a good day.
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| Leprechaun Lane is finished and its on my MySpace Blog. Its kind of silly to mirror my all my blog posting here when most people read my MySpace one so I'll just give a link.
http://blog.myspace.com/shogunoftruth
Enjoy. (or not)
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| Man, I can’t stand Americans.
Particularly the variety blighted with an unfortunately mismatched pair of XY
chromosomes. I loath their macho demeanor, and their vapid sense of
entitlement. Their ignorance is only topped by the narcissistic fixation on
their on bloated egos and deluded high perceptions of their own self worth. It
is a great astonishment to me that these poor excuses for human life can even
utter a coherent sentence. Oh wait, that’s right, they can’t. They just quote
idiotic and misogynistic rap music and punch people in order to communicate.
I suppose it’s unfair to generalize this behavior to one
country, but it’s the only one that I live in and I must hope for the sake of
humanity that men are more intelligent elsewhere.
So now that I feel somewhat better with that little rant off
my chest, (as if spinning off insults at those around me can really do much
good besides alienating me even further.) I shell now move on.
I just downloaded over $650 worth of illegally pirated
professional graphics software. So that makes me “happy” to some extent. I used
its majesty to redo my MySpace profile picture, though I’m still learning how
to use all the tools I now possess. Hopefully my graphic arts skills will be
improving now that I have most everything that the professionals have.
Here’s a crappy little picture I made, more to test out and
learn new stuff if anything. It was originally a hand drawn pencil sketch of
mine, but it has now been played around with quite a bit in Photoshop:
http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/7813/justforfunpf8.png
Don’t make fun of it, I know it could be better; it was just
used for practice.
I keep longing more and more to write a new book, “Mementos
of the Brokenhearted” needs a sequel, and one that’s entirely different from
it. But I still haven’t even revised my little short horror story that is
supposedly supposed to come between the two books. I mean all I have to do is
revise it, but that’s one of the hardest parts for me because I’m so critical
of myself, every time I read back a sentence I just think to myself, “This
won’t do at all!” and I spend the next half hour trying to think of how to
improve it. Maybe if I didn’t have to work fulltime at Jack in the Box with a
bunch of Neanderthals, then I would be able to focus myself enough to finish
the dumb thing so I can start on my next real writing project.
How I hope to be a real writer at this rate is beyond me if
I move this slowly.
The room is dark and cold, I guess I should be happy it’s
the weekend, but all I want right now is someone to hold in my arms and feel
their warmth and the soft beating of their heart. If I could wish for anything,
it would be to be clasped in an embrace forever and never have to let go. But
tonight I will curl up in my bed alone and hopefully somewhere in my dreams I
will find that embrace, temporary though it be, and I will have some sort of
peace until the sun strikes my window like a hateful little gremlin wakes my
from my slumber.
O, what torment doth
the marrow bring?
Love Always,
David Brian Jones.  | | |
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So apparently, I’m completely and utterly stupid.
Intelligence is apparently judged by ones ability to work in a fast food
restaurant, because, obviously, this is the profession of intellectuals. Albert
Einstein? He flipped those burgers like no other. Isaac Newton? You should have
seen him manning the Drive-Thru. ‘twas a site to be seen, to say the least.
Frankly, I’d love to see IQ results of every single worker
in that store, particularly the management, I’m sure they’d all be off the
charts. How could people with such a desired high-paying job be anything but of
the next geniuses of 21ist century?
Mmhmm, sure. There’s nothing wrong with the above statements
at all. Honest.
When you’re already on the bottom of the intelligence spectrum,
you lose the right to question the intelligence of others, so shut your mouth.
The reason I’m here is because I choose to be. Because I
give up on my own life and just decided to live as a creature of the undead amongst
the living. I gave up own my dreams not because I couldn’t accomplish them, but
because I didn’t care enough too. And now my life is probably too screwed up to
ever put back in place. Yes, I blew off school growing up, but you try to
having your mother as your teacher, especially when you already have issues
with authority. Yeah, so I didn’t go to college, I had the paper work almost filled
out and turned in; I had a few more things I had to do to get financial aid,
but then my first girlfriend dumped me and I was too depressed to really care
or want to go anymore.
Most of I learned in my fake little home school “high-school”,
I have now forgot, and I’d probably have to take bonehead classes for no credits
if I ever decided to go back to school.
Honestly I’ve learned more in the years since I “graduated,”
(something I have no proof of) then I did in all my years of fighting with my
mother over home school.
It’s funny how much more fun learning things are when your
mother isn’t making you do it.
Do all these things make me stupid?, Absolutely not, I’m not
a genius, but I have a well above average IQ, I bet most of the people that
like to label me names can’t even boast that.(not that self worth can ever be assigned
to a number.) I’ve made horrible choices, and I continue to do so, but most of
these stem from my almost constant depression and lack of caring and not because
I saw them as good choices at the time.
So I guess you can go ahead and call me stupid if you want,
even though my mind is all I really have, so calling me stupid is pretty much
calling me completely and utterly worthless. Who knows, maybe I am. But no one
is forcing you to read this or care for that matter.
Love Always,
David Brian Jones
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Happy new year. Another new year of the same BS to mess me
up even more. Another year of more false hopes and crushed dreams, another year
to wonder why I even try again.
How’s that for an opener?
I’m expecting a lot out of 2007, but at the same time trying
not too because I know I’ll be disappointed yet again.
So this is supposedly the year I’m going to move up and
start a new life and all that crap, but how many times have a told myself that
that was going to happen?
I’m still going to be lonely, I’m still going to live with people
it hurts me to be around, and I’ll probably still be flipping burgers at Jack
on the Box as my short life passes around me, I’ll get to watch all my friends grow
old, get good jobs, and start families
well I’m left here all alone.
Can’t I mean anything to girls expect being that kind of awkward
but nice guy, who you wish other guys would be like but you’d never want to go
out with yourself?
Yes, this is an emo post, and screw you if you have a
problem with that, I’m sick of people telling me I have no problems and I
should just suck it up and stop being so emo like “real men”. Screw you. And I
don’t what to hear you sarcastic comments about the bands I listen to or the
way I look. I’m sorry every human being isn’t like you. I have no problem with
people who listen to different music or belong to a different culture then me.
If you can’t love despite differences then just stop breathing the same air as
the rest of society and live in a hole somewhere/
Happy New Year. God willing, this will be my last.
- David Brian Jones
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