I've come to realize people are waaaay too sensitive about words. Case in point. Last night I was on the phone with Krisha. We were talking about how she and Spo hooked up much to my chagrin. I said something to the effect of "Yeah, that little antic landed you on my cunt list". And she was all like "How could you say that! That's the worst thing you could call a woman! Why did you pretend like you liked me when you hated me!" And I was like "No, I still liked you... I just thought you were a cunt at the time. You can think of a girl as a cunt and still not hate her." So she asked me to get an impartial judge.

Around this time some random girl walks into our apartment... our next door neighbor I think. She was talking, and I was like, "Excuse me, can you settle an arguement for me? Can you call a girl a cunt and not hate her?" She got this shitty look on her face and was like "I hate that word... So no!" and fluttered off.

I guess little instances like this are the reason I don't have a girlfriend... It takes a special kind of woman to understand me and the things I say. I'm so freakin' smooth... hehehehe

Did ya ever have one of those days? One of those days where everything you touch turns to shit? Where it seems like the whole world pissed in your canteen?

My beautiful day started today when I had to rush to a computer lab at 9:30 to print a paper for my 11:00 class. Well got all the way to the lab and found out that the paper was saved on "My Documents" in my home computer and not to the floppy. Had to skip my 10:10 class just to go home then go back to the lab to print. I had just enough time to meet Melanie after the 10:10 class for our walk to our 11:00 class. As if her proposing that we become roommates next year wasn't enough to once again drive home the point that she has no romantic interest in me whatsoever (We're considering going to work for the same company after school), She regailed me with how in love she was with one of the recruiters we were hanging out with last night. Then she went into a lengthy discussion of her sex life... GEH! At least I got in one good jab at her. She saw I was getting slightly pissy, so she said "You're jealous, You love me!" To which I replied "Don't flatter yerself sweetheart." Then on our walk home she spent the entire time talking to some peice of frat trash. Fuckin' shit...

So to remedy the shittyness of my morning I decided to treat myself to some new RPG books and a pizza with some seven up. Well, I got home and promptly exploded the Seven up all over myself and my new books... Fuck.

Then I get to work. They put me on serving line. I hate this position, I have to deal with asshole students who want me to give them steamtrays full of food when the cooks scream at me if I give them more than one slice of turkey. You know what I hate about serving people? Assholes who can't vocalize what they want me to give them. First of all it's loud behind the steam table, so I can't hear them. It's either fuckheads who can't speak loud enough, Shitheels who can't speak the fucking language, or douche bags who point at the food. I HATE ASSHOLES WHO POINT!!! There is a giant STEEL platform covering the window to the food, So I can't see them. One asshole did this tonight and I said "I'm sorry, we can't see through stainless steel." THERE ARE SIGNS!!! HOW MOTHERFUCKING HARD IS IT TO SAY "TUR-KEE"! ASS LORDS! AND ANOTHER THING ON THE SUBJECT! If you're going to live in a country, LEARN TO SPEAK THE DAMN LANGUAGE... fucking asshole foreign exchange students who don't have the respect for me or my country to learn to speak my language. I wouldn't move to Paris and expect to be able to communicate perfectly through grunts and pointing. Bastards.

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Ain't it funny how life has a way of kickin' ya balls sometimes? Case in point. Melanie. I'd recently given up most hope that we could be together. But there's always that little hope. So I don't completely ditch her. So we're having a delightful lunch yesterday when her phone rings. It's her best friend from florida. Quite apparently he's harbored a crush on her for some time and is tired of her talking to other guys. I can relate to this poor bastard. I mean, not only do I have a crush on Melanie, but I've often been put in the position of being madly in love with a woman who considers you her "best friend" (Red or DemonQueen anyone?). Anyway, he basically ends their friendship right there during our lunch.

Believe it or not... this didn't really effect our lunch. We had a delightful time. Then we went shopping at some of the shops around town. At that point, she snuggles up against my arm and says "Will you be my new best friend?" GODDAMMIT! "Of course" I replied. She goes "You won't leave me if I talk to other boys?" FUCK! "No, I won't ask my friend [Red] I'm very persistant when it comes to that sort of thing".

So, in recap, I've been relegated to cockless friend status. A role which I'm apparently oh so good at given the amount of times it's been thrust upon me. Fuck it, good night all.

I was just sitting around the other day thinking about the escalating situation in the middle east, and it occured to me that we have friends that are currently in the armed services that could get shipped over there if we declare war. So I'd like to take a minute to pray for the safety of our brothers Qava and James... if yer out there Qava write me sometime, I'd like to see how you're doing.

I think I have a Tyler Durden out there. For the past few days I've been walking around State College going about my life. Not exactly odd. But what is odd is that dudes I don't even know are waving at me like I should know them. This happened once the other day and twice today... All WITH DIFFERENT PEOPLE!

I don't know... I have been going to bed early a lot. Is everyone on this site entirely sure Spo is a real person?

Well... As some of you may have guessed from my entry "Fuck", my luck with Melanie did not exactly go splendidly... A couple days ago, we were talking and she up and starts talking about her ex. Ok... I can take that. Then she started talking about how much she was still in love with him. Ouch. But it was ok. She said she was moving on. Ok cool... Well, until I found out that moving on meant making out with two guys this week. GAAAAAHHH... I'm sorry! Did this dagger belong to you Melanie! I found it buried in my HEART!

Meh... I mean. This information is horrible. Not only does it show she has no interest in me, but it shows me that she doesn't even want anything long lasting. It's like the best thing I could hope for from her is a random hook up. And that's not the way I want her. I want to take her places. I want to do things with her. I want a relationship. I want to do things that couples do. I want argue about stupid shit. I want to wake up next to her and watch her sleep. But that's not going to happen. No matter how badly I want it to happen, it just won't.

So ya know, whatever. I can go back to scavenging skeezy hos... she can go back to drunken sex with frat boys, and life can resume as usual... the way it was meant to be.

Shut up both of you. In short... Calliander, stop being a penis fiend. Yeah, you don't think America should go to war for any reason. Fine, great... let's all sit here Till the land we love is destroyed landmark by landmark. Because that's what these pig fuckers will do. This point of view has become so predominant that we'll go to war for anybody BUT ourselves. Now, generally, I don't believe in war either. I didn't believe in Vietnam... Nobody knew what the fuck we were fighting for. I didn't believe in the gulf war because it was a war fought for oil and money. I do believe in any war that will result from this. The reason? These people attacked us where we live. They turned our very streets into a warzone. They declared war on us.

Now, the song you posted is indeed anti-war. But it's a song against wars fought for the wrong reasons. Money and Oil are wrong reasons. Fighting against a new government coming to power, that isn't that popular with our way of life, is the wrong reason. But sometimes, unfortunately war is justified. Sometimes you have to defend what's yours. The murder of six million Jews is not the wrong reason to go to war. The murder of over 20000 (that was the last count I heard, could be more) Americans in a single hour is not the wrong reason to go to war.

Now, Caniprokis, don't think I'm letting you off the hook either. Now, you realize that Calliander says stupid shit all the time. A lot of times i think he just chooses the least popular opinion, and runs with it to places it shouldn't go, just to piss people off. You just have to realize it's Calliander being Calliander and let it slide.

FUCK!

Ya know... I can't remember when Calliander got the Grand Ma... but I can remember all of the wonderful things we did with that car. Countless trips to Milford. Late night runs to Krauzers. It is because of the Grand Ma that there is even a filth hole. After all... How else would so many of the filth holers get there? So it is with the fondest memories, I bid you farewell Grand Ma.

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