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| hey guys. i just wanted to let you know that i set up a site where people can buy some of my pictures. i'm still playing with some of the settings, but you should go check it out. click on some of the pictures, so i feel like people are looking at my pictures. :)
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hope all is well.
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| just in cases...in case anyone's interested, i put up some "new" pictures on my flickr site. enjoy.
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| boy howdy!i have no idea what that title means. well, actually, i know that it means absolutely nothing. just something that came to mind right after i clicked on the "new weblog post" (or whatever it is that it actually says), so i figured i'd throw it in there. right. awesome.
so, it's 3:30 in the a.m. right now. not really sure why i'm still up. i got home late from hanging out with will in the mcdonald's in a the 24 hour wal-mart where we met after i left madcap. funny that i went to a mcdonald's in a wal-mart, seeing as how those might be two of my least favorite indoor locations. well, whatever. anyway, i got started looking through my old blogs and couldn't seem to stop. it's funny how i used to be able to make a complete lack of ideas and relevant thoughts turn into a gigantor post a year ago and now i can't seem to string more than 20 words together at a time. actually, not so much funny as it is depressing. in fact, i might cry a bit. hold on.
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ok, i'm done.
this post sucks. my dad was right. after that last post i did a while back about the jackhoohoo (that's a word i just made up - try using it sometime, you'll love it) on wheel of fortune who i may or may not have hated and if i did end up hating him, it was completely justified because he totally made it way too easy to hate him, which means that really had no choice to do so, that only being relevant, of course, if i did end up hating him, which i may or may not have done. anyway, after that post he told me that it wasn't my best work. then he proceeded to point out all the things in it which weren't very good. then he told me about how after i'd started my blog, he'd had big hopes for me as a writer. he thought i'd be able to start writing for prominent magazines and journals and papers and whatever else writers do with their words. he told me how he'd finally had a reason to be proud of his red-headed jackhoohoo (crazy he used my made-up word before i even made it up - dad's are superheroes, they can do that kind of stuff) of a son. then he told me how all of it came crashing down that fateful night when he put on his little reading spectacles over his bifocals and focused his eyes on my words up on the screen. he said he scrolled up and down, wondering if this was all i'd written and trying to figure out if it was really my words he was reading. he said that he kept reloading the page, hoping that the words would change and his heart would rise from the mire that my new post had plunged it into. he then went into very grim detail about how he would've rather had limbs torn from his body than ingesting the words i'd plagued the world with that day.
i won't lie to you.
that wasn't very easy to hear.
but he was right.
you were right dad.
i'm sorry.
to you.
and to the world.
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right. so i think that might be all i've got for tonight. i suppose i should probably go about getting some sleep. i've been inexplicably exhausted every afternoon this week. i wonder if it has anything to do with the staying up till the wee hours of the morning and then sleeping late into the day.
by the way. do you think that a sentence that starts with "i wonder" should have a question mark at the end? people often put a question mark at the end of those types of sentences and i'm quite convinced that that's somewhere a question mark just doesn't belong.
wow, this post is awful.
why'd you read it? are you still reading? seriously? just a glutton for punishment or what? seriously, i can't believe that you haven't stopped reading yet. stop it. stop now. quit reading this. oh my goodness, i can't believe that you're still reading. here, how about this? i'll give you 1 million dollars if you stopped reading when i told you to stop reading the first time. ah ha! now i'll bet you were listening to me before. i tried to get you to stop, but you were just too stubborn. wouldn't listen to ol' jt. now it's cost you a million buckaroos. well, just a million bucks. not buckaroos, cause i'm pretty sure a buckaroo is some sort of a cowboy type figure and i'm not sure where i'd go about getting a million of those to give you anyway. 'course i don't know where i'd get a million bucks for you either, but for some reason a million buckaroos is just much more absurd than a million bucks.
oh my...
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| oh, you know...s - well, i guess that makes 4 of us that are still around. and if you count my parents, that's six. :) we're just a happy little family here, aren't we. well, i supposed that jake said he wasn't actually around still, so that knocks our number back down to five. but five's not a bad number. this is stupid.
s - it's hard to blog nowadays. not sure if i've become too self-conscious or my personality's just changed, but it just seems like any time i try to blog as of late, i end up wanting to delete it. oh, who knows? and who cares? i guess there are only five people who might. well, maybe only four, 'cause i'm pretty sure i don't. might be because i'm not really sure what it is that i'm talking about anymore. oh well. who cares...?
s - anyway, i think i'm mean. i like to make fun of people. generally, i prefer to make fun of people i don't know. usually they're on tv. speaking of, there's some annoying kid on the college week of wheel of fortune. he makes me feel like i'm being tortured for imformation while i'm watching. and it's so bad that i just want to give up whatever information i have, but i don't know what that information is. (friends fans, you know that i pretty much stole this from chandler's monologue about monica's back rubs. but that's ok. i'm fine with it. i'm a stealer. i stole. *pick up on the ross in that one?*) anyway, this guy makes me want to hate him, but i know that i shouldn't, so i'm trying not to, but i'm still so tempted to. that was an attempt at one of those rants i used to throw in every once in a while. it didn't seem to go so well. i just told my dad that i hate him. (him being the boy on tv, not my dad.) so, i guess that rant that i tried to have with myself that didn't go quite as well as i wanted it to turned out to be somewhat worthless in that i ended up hating that guy that i was trying not to hate because i knew that i shouldn't hate him even though i really feel like he earned my hatred by doing nothing past just being his annoying self. anyway, annoying-self-hated boy just won. he's going to the bonus round. hopefully it'll be similar to the bonus round that chris farley made it to on the japanese game show back in the day. "kwa ki ser pi ni ku!" if you haven't seen it, look it up. it's weird. but funny too. and a little awkward. but mostly funny.
ps - i think i hate annoying self because he's better than i am at wheel of fortune. holy cow. he must've been cheating on some of those. but i think i also hate him because he makes it so easy. because he's hatable. hateable? nope, must be hatable.
pps - why is it that we only label the portions of text that come after the main portion of text? like these two. i called them ps and pps. i think we all know that these mean post script and post post script, indicating that they come after the script and after the script that comes after the script. so, we label these ones, but why don't we label the main script. i think i'd like to know when i'm reading something what is script and what is just something that's coming after the script. i'm going to start labeling them. i'm going to do it right now. there. that's much better. now i really feel like i know what's going on as i'm reading. man, this is a long pps. it's longer than the ps. my pps is longer than my ps and is dangerously close to becoming as long as some of my s. is this going to devalue my s at all? what about my ps? how's it going to feel when it realizes that pps put it to shame? now ps just became the thin layer separating the larger s and pps. poor little ps. maybe i'll add a ppps, just to make it feel better.
ppps - this is to make ps feel better.
pppps - is there such a thing as pre script? wouldn't that be a ps as well? how would we tell them apart? what if all the sections got mixed up and jostled around and then when we went to put them back in order again we couldn't figure out if the ps and pps and all the other p-type-ses were in the right spots!? pre or post?! how would we know?! that's a frightening thought. that settles it then. no pre-ses. just the posts.
ppppps - now that i've started the p-type-ses, can i go back to the regular s? or do i have to just keep doing the p-type-ses if i want to say anything? rats. i should've thought about this before i started the p-type-ses. boo. guess i'm done then.
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| i'm still here.
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