Wesley says:
*I WANT SINGLE LADIES
*BAH
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' azazylix. says:
*yeah
*xD
*but the best moment EVAR
*shootout again
*the police is like
*'we need cover fire!'
*so i take out my motolov cocktail and lob one at em
*i felt so accomplished
Wesley says:
*lol o.O
*what's a motolov cocktail
' azazylix. says:
*go wiki
*(=
*or molotov
*can't remember
Wesley says:
*molotov lol
' azazylix. says:
*fine
*> slaps Wesley with a large smelly tuna fish
*don't correct me, bitch!
Wesley says:
*oh it isnt meant for drinking
*right
Up early!
'Tis a beautiful day.
To miss its birth is a sin.
Some parts were hilarious, others were just intolerably boring. Like the sermons.
Pah.
Now for more serious issues:
Last but CERTAINLY not least (more appropriately inversely so),
MERRY PLATYPUS, ONE AND ALL! MAY YOU ALL HAVE A FRABJOUS WINTER OR LACK THEREOF.
KOREA! SARANGHAEYO!!!!
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Okay, it was quite an awesome trip. Tour guide was awesome, got to stay in the best hotel in Korea, spent a hell lot of money but it's very worth it. :D
:DDD
Tired!
The nightmares are back.
Knowledge is a poison, lucidity a curse.
Every word a dagger, every smile a scythe.
Every touch a fire that extinguishes thy life.
Like breathing in Hellfire with every painful breath.
Desire, but to abdicate; this thorny laurel wreath,
But by History I stay nailed; liberty but through Death.
' dart. says:
*henry wotton
pamplemousse says:
*wotton!
*xD
' dart. says:
*cotton!
*makes him seem so fluffy
*oh btw i'm not into football
pamplemousse says:
*me neither
*and proud of it
' dart. says:
*same
**high five*
pamplemousse says:
*xD
' dart. says:
*bah
*it's so very uncivil
*artillery!
pamplemousse says:
*haha
' dart. says:
*adds dignity to what would otherwise be a vulgar brawl
*that was fredrick or friedrich depending on where they came from
*hence i conclude that they should have more artillery posts at football matches
*let them play a bit of dodgeball at the same time
The potential of the subconscious is so great,
it can make the conscious mind and body cower in such terror;
What more proof need one for power?
The trade-off to lucid dreaming
is the ability of your Hell to scald.
Never before had I so intensely wished daylight come quicker.
Lest, unlike in dreams, I be trapped in my mortal shell when the Devil knocks at my door.
So I held myself and my own, against Cruelty and Madness.
And as a baby fearing its birth,
So I feared Death.
"
Modern science demonstrates the dependence of consciousness on the brain, verifying that the mind must die with the body. This conclusion is emotionally difficult to accept.
Dylan Thomas forcefully expresses the animosity that many of us feel toward the prospect of our inevitable extinction: "Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light" (Lamont 211).
Miguel de Unamuno expresses similar feelings: "If it is nothingness that awaits us, let us make an injustice of it; let us fight against destiny, even though without hope of victory" (Lamont 211).
Bertrand Russell comes to a different conclusion: "I should scorn to shiver with terror at the thought of annihilation. Happiness is nonetheless true happiness because it must come to an end, nor do thought and love lose their value because they are not everlasting" (Edwards, "Immortality" vi).
I must admit that, when confronted by the death of someone close to me, or contemplating my own inevitable death, I am not comforted by such words of wisdom. Nevertheless, we cannot base our beliefs on what we want to be true; the truth can only be found by weighing the evidence for a given idea.
"
-The Case Against Immortality.
Like the Cullens, my blog has come back from the dead for a short while for a meaningful purpose.
NEW MOON IS A F@*&ING WASTE OF TIME.
Even when we TRIED to entertain ourselves by throwing popcorn throughout the show and making inappropriate comments during awkward scenes (CEDRIC'S ALIVE!), we reached a consensus. (see above paragraph for more details)
Bella, quit your moping. I don't know how anyone but erratic Edward and boisterous Black could give a SH!^ about how freaking useless you are. Riding a bike? Go ahead, don't forget to ACCIDENTALLY set the gas tank on fire. Going cliff diving? Go ahead, please keep in mind to ACCIDENTALLY hit a rock on your way down. "Let's have a vote whether Ms Swan should be a vampior!" KILL 'ER FOR F@*&'S SAKE. "You can't hurt each other without hurting me!" WHO GIVES A SH!^.
Hi Edward! YOU'RE A PAWN. "Sorry Bella, I has to leaves you nao coz the last 4628 times you almost died in my arms almost gave me a heart atta- I mean, I don't care 'bout you no more. Go f@*& a dog." (which she promptly (almost) does.) Imma commit suicide by strippin' in front of a huge crowd! AND SPARKLING. *cue Jenny Owen's Hot In Here* Sparkling water is vampior blood. Every time you take a sip, Bella falls down once.
Jacob you COW. WHY. HOW would ANYONE fall for that female doofus. Only reason you're even marginally acceptable is coz Bella looks like a 50 year old sleep-deficient emo kid. "I'm not good." I bet Meyer made you say that to make Bella's low self esteem seem infectious.
AND WHAT'S WITH THE TENDENCY TO STRIP IN FRONT OF HER. HUH. VERY FUN MEH. *sparkle*
Personally, the only characters I like in the movie are Charlie and that Japanese dude (who promptly (guess what?) died of a heart attack.) And the Vampior Owners. The Voltutti or something. But that's only coz one of them (Michael Sheen) is one of my favourite actors (for playing my favourite Roman Emperor; WHY IS HE IN NEW MOON). Just look at their faces. Just look. How much are they even paid to take the film seriously enough NOT to burst out laughing at Bella's constant bumbling?
*Jane casts Crucio*
*Cedric writhes in pain, 'cept this time he doesn't die.*
Bella: KILL ME!
Me: KILL HER.
Oh good lord. The director's a guy.
This is exactly why film reviews haven't been too harsh on Twilight (in comparison to what they COULD'VE been). After two and a half hours of a 40 year old hag's wet dream, you'd be starting to wonder (if you can) how many brain cells you have left. Where has all the goodness in the world gone?
ALSO. This is EXACTLY what I was talking about in multiple previous posts. See where the world is going to? Remember when I mentioned the competition to create most absorbent tampon or something? This is like that. Countless teenage dimwits are sucked into the (fake) fantasy world of teenage sex and consumerism. All that money could be used (by now) to make some giant space ship or to sponsor researches in various sciences. What's Meyer gonna do? Increase the salaries of the monkeys stationed at her typewriters? Buy them more cocaine?
The thought of it is just so...
..disgusting.