Wisdom.

"The older you get, the more rules they are going to try and get you to follow. You just gotta keep on livin', man. L-I-V-I-N."

"That's what I love about these high school girls, man. I get older, they stay the same age."

"George Washington was in a cult, and the cult was into aliens, man."

"Hey this summer when you're being indoctrinated with all this American bi-centinial bruhaha, don't forget what your celebrating. The fact that a bunch of slave owning aristocratic white males didn't want to pay their taxes."

I don't believe that there's anything else I can contribute to this entry through my own accord, except to mention that it is 4:30 in the morning, I have yet to sleep, and I have to leave to class in four and a half hours.

/Nic
Now playing: Dazed & Confused

PS: Jazmin. I will hang out with you if we sleep together, but only if we sleep together in a dumpster filled with toxic goo that will mutate our naked forms into space gorillas. Considering your home location; I'm certain you can work something out.

PPS: I am on so much fucking Vicodin right now.

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There's a dinosaur in our backyard.

It suddenly dawned on me after seeing this photo that I missed my calling in life when I refused to join a retro-grunge rock band. Fortunately, I have fallen under just about every other grunge rocker stereotype at one point in my life, and I might actually be considered passable if I would wish to genuinely pursue a solo career in the vein of Bathory.

Alas we know the truth of it. My calling is as a writer. Just the other day I had been summoned to join a Marvel comics based writing community. Though I am not too keen on fan-fiction, it's been a long time since I've teamed with group I will be writing for, so I'm looking forward to it.

She had been watching a weekend marathon of one of her favorite programs, House M.D., which was broadcasted to her from Earth 2142. This particular continuity’s version of House had appealed to her better than the conventional continuity due to Dolph Lundgren’s starring role as a homicidal sociopath who flung his patients through walls whenever their ailments were too severe to meet his sub-standard doctorate skills. It often drew to question how Dolph Lundgren’s character achieved the level of doctorate, though Anna was pretty sure that coercion had come into play. Out of two hundred and seventy two episodes, she had made it to episode two hundred and forty five, an episode revolving around a sickly elderly man who had been caught under the weather during a recent snow storm.

<“He has a cold!”> She shouted at the television in her native Russian tongue. <“Kill him!”>

Yes, I think it is essential to mix my fiction with a touch of comedy. I write for even the dullest imagination.

- Nic

Now watching - Jurassic Park II: Lost World (Such an awesome movie!)

PS: My communications class was canceled this morning. This is becoming ridiculous. I already missed an entire week's worth of English Literature, because my instructor came down with the flu. At least I get to sleep in an extra two hours. I shouldn't be complaining, especially since it's almost four thirty in the morning and I haven't even tried to sleep yet.

PPS: God damn I could go for a coffee right now.

Dicks.

Hi,

My name is unimportant, though to those who search for the trivial, I am Trevor Blackross, child of the dark. I would just like to point out right now that I DO NOT WASTE MY TIME ON POSERS OR POP METAL BULLSHIT!!!! IF YOU LIKE FALSE METAL ROCK CHRISTIAN CRAP LIKE FLEETWOOD MAC OR BLACK SABBATH THEN YOU ARE A SHEEP AND I DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOUR FEEBLE MINDED CRAP!!!!!! Some of the bands I enjoy include The Darkness Burning In My Infinite Rectum, Total Complete Annihilation of My Anus, Ethernal Mortalis Defias Latinus Grammaticus, and other bands with deep-dark-meaningful titles.


My favourite thing to do of course is listen to the true music of Satan, black metal, and NOTHING ELSE! ALL OTHER MUSIC IS FOR POSERS! I like to shroud myself in solitude, and advance my mind to heights that only the Dark Lords can reach. I do NOT HAVE HEROES BECAUSE I AM NOT A SHEEP!!!!! But my influences are Anton LeVay, Allistor Crowley, Euronymus (HE'S FROM MAYHEM FOR ALL YOU POSERS!), and Ishan.

Swear to the eternal darkness kill all Christians and posers!! STAY DARK STAY TRUE!

PS: My mother is calling me now. She has cooked me a fresh batch of cookies served with milk. I shall return. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA.

- Trevor Blackcross

Now playing: Generica Infinitus Darknessuss by The Burning Fires of Unholy Flatulence

PS: I should write a diary and fill it daily with lolz. OH NO WAIT THIS IS IT!

MY CAR IS FIXED!!

:

Red V has recovered from the battle it received in the Battle of Hoth. I will be making preparations over the next few weeks to insure that it survives the most dreadful battle ever witnessed by the stars - The Battle of Endor, this coming Summer. Over the next few weeks I will be making preliminary runs to neighboring star systems to transport fellow smugglers and fighter pilots who have aided me over the last few parsecs. If you have my transceiver number, don't be afraid to punch a message into my communicator. - Ensign N.C. Pendergast of Ghost Squadron Now playing: Planet's Collide by Crowbar PS: Found Get Off My Elevator, and now I have both 70s recorded live albums of Robin Trower 76' and Bob Segar. Good sign? Yes.

Have it so good!

Yes, today is the day that we all gather together and weep because we are so lonely and have no one to hold onto. Fags. It feels like now more than ever I have celebrated Valentines Day by appreciating the things in life that I cherish most dear to me.

1) Thrash metal. Yes, this haul is undisputed as my grandest achievement in the realm of record collection. And for a total of 40 bucks all together?! How could I go wrong!?



2) My hair. Allow me some time to gather some self-serving hubris. Although I might look like a 17 year old serial killer, it has done wonders for me in my attempts to woe the woman sex. Too bad I spend my life playing guitar and video games, otherwise I would surely be having sex right now and not writing a blog!

3. MOSHING! Yes, the 90s thrash/hardcore anthem by Crucial Unit, "Baby I Don't Want to Make Out I Just Want to Circle Pit!" has become the anthem of my entire life. And just this past Thursday, for a pre-Valentine celebration, I did MOSH! Look! That guy is running away from me. He probably cried today when he woke up to find he had no one to suck his dick.

I think someone wrote me a Valentines Day card. I'm not sure. I haven't opened it yet, but I wish they would've sent me something practical like socks instead. Wasn't I supposed to go to New York today? Yes. Perhaps my quest to find the Ninja Turtles will be resolved another time. Until then - David grows anxious, and I need to eat some raw fish. I'm pretty sure that the picture layout in the composition preview looks 10x better than it will on my actual blog. Too tired to care. Haven't showered or slept in a day. Gross.

/Nic
Now playing: EYEHATEGOD - Hit a Girl

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PS: It appears Valentines Day went off spectacularly. Somehow, despite a liter of Vodka, (and standing up my date to get sushi.) I am still alive and well. I just ran over some hooker in Grand Theft Auto. I tried to shoot her in the face afterward but a cop snuck up on me. I have eight pills of vicodin left - and I have not listened to this TOOL album since I was fourteen. What the fuck?

PPS: The dishes still aren't done. Noted.

"Want to do some coke and listen to Ratt?"

Apparently my mother has made the decision to move to Florida, leaving me stranded in the apocalyptic landscape of loneliness and suck that is my shitty hometown. It is a further motivation to get the fuck out of my hellhole as soon as humanly possible. I don't think I've ever swore in Napalm Waltz before, and this paragraph was specifically made to compensate for that.

The first step to accomplishing this is getting back to work on top of going to school. I have no idea how I am going to do that since my car still requires maintenance, and it seems every window of opportunity I have to fix it is shafted by a re-occurring instance of stupid. I was making easily 2000 dollars a month little more than five weeks ago. Now I am poor, and I can't buy CDs records.

Speaking of which; I have decided what I want to have painted on the back of my leather.

Yes, though I infinitely prefer Dark Angel's "Time Does Not Heal" over any thrash album ever produced, the artwork on "Leave Scars" is too wonderful to pass up. The colouring is incredibly exceptional, and the symbolism is excellent as well. Of course, as already mentioned, financing will be a problem. I believe Halseycaust charges hundreds for this kind of stuff... not that it matters, since I'm pretty sure she moved to Oregon with Joel anyway. Fuck.

/ Nic

Now playing: Dark Angel - Burning of Sodom

PS: Soilwork was okay. Warbringer finished their set wickedly gay. Darkane was great.

PPS: I don't think I've ever had a girlfriend on Valentines Day. This is fucking legendary.

Break the oath.

I present to you photographic evidence from yesterday afternoon, between 2:30 PM and 3:00 PM, that I Nicholas C. Pendergast broke my solemn oath to refrain from eating meat products. My absence from livestock animals and journey into the purified realm of plants was excellently lived - but alas the promise of fried chicken was absolute in its temptation.

May this never happen again.

- Nicholas

PS: God damn I want sushi.