Well, While most of you were finishing off your semesters... I was Starting my latest one. The week started off shitty when in the middle of my first class I had a seizure, they had to call 911 and lug my ass down 3 flights of stairs. Now as any good sport would do I dusted myself off and went to class the next day. My acting class mates were handling it surprisingly well. Then I went to Karate class. Now I love the the fact that I'm doing a PE class that I love, and that isn't bullshit, but I was already sore from the seizure and this didn't help matters. Even now every muscle below my rib cage aches. Then I had English class, which blows and health, which also blows.

Ya' know... it's a goddamn shame that school force these bullshit GenEd requirements on us. I mean, I'm not going to be a better person for taking these classes. These classes are not going to help me in my future vocation. So instead of staying at home, earning money, and chillin' with my boyz, I have to keep hemmoraging money to this shit heel university... DAMMIT!

Till All Are One...

LioConvoy out...

Ok... stop the beat a minute. Ok folks... I didn't mean to start a flame war. Look truth be told Girlie, I'm sorry. It was wrong for me to make judgements of your character.. especially since I don't even know you. It just so happens that post came along at the exact wrong time of my life. Took it a little personal, and I apologize.

Ya know, I'd kinda like to respond to GirlNextDoor's post. Now, given she probably was not aiming that lengthy hurrangue at me, but since my post was before hers, and my post is somewhat similar to the very thing she's complaining about, i feel compelled to respond.

For instance... someone else got what I wanted. This is a very painful thing. Especially if it happens to you multiple times. It was even more painful because this fuck stands against all I hold dear. Although I wouldn't expect you to relate to my pain seeing as you seem to have the same caring/nurturing skill as a chainsaw.

I wasn't looking for a tear to fall either, my post was venting frustration so I don't blurt out "YOU SUCK!" during the wedding ceremony. Ya know, people like you make ME sick... yeah. You know what you are? You're the advanced stage of WHINER. Yeah, you think you've been hurt sooo many times that everybody else's pain is insignificant to yours. You've become so hard bitten and cynical that whenever somebody emotes something that they're feeling, you feel the need to make them feel stupid. You have this attitude like everyone else is miserable, stop complaining that you are miserable too. Problem with that line of reasoning is this... We're not supposed to be miserable, we just make ourselves that way. You're just plain sad.

On a final note, my dear Ice Queen, if you're going to whine about whiners, try not to do it on a board that is designated for the purpose for whining and venting.

Till All Are One...

LioConvoy out...

FAAAHHK!!! SHIT FUCK MOTHER FUCKER COCK SUCKER SHIT IN A HAT!!! FUCK! GRAAAAAAGH!!! Ok, Lio, keep your head together... focus thoughts into a legible post, and not a string of obscenities. Alright so, I'm talking to Arcee today about how our favorite artist, Tori Amos, is touring this summer, and that we should get tickets. I'm just about to write that It's going to be sad to go to a Tori concert without my traditional Tori concert companion, Bleaker. Just as I'm about to post that statement, my call waiting boots me off the web. Great one of my idiot roommates' vacuous friends was calling to discuss booze.

Surprise, surprise, the call is for me. It's my mother... she's calling because Bleaker is getting married, and my family was invited. Now... for those of you who weren't reading during my epic retrospecticus posts, Bleaker is one of my oldest friends. We were never involved, and I never had a crush on her, but I'm infuriated that out of all the losers she's picked, she never picked me. Always been a blow to my ego. Anyway, this guy she's marrying... ugh...

I don't want to be judgmental but... fuck it! This guy is a LOSER!!! DIRTY FILTHY HIPPIE SCUM DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!!! GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! Sorry... I Hulked out there for a second. But this guy is a scum fuck. Ok, maybe he isn't that bad, He's just stands against everything I stand for. I'm a hard core capitalist who couldn't give a fuck about others. He's a hippie shit bag who lives in a commune, feeds the homeless on his weekends, and sells hippie jewelery! Ya know, maybe my hatred for him stems from our first encounter. I was sitting at home one saturday afternoon, blaring MP3's and into the filth hole walks this bizzarre looking hippie. I say "Hi" he goes "Hi, I'm [HippieScumFuck]". We stood there for a good 30 seconds just staring at each other. Then Bleaker came running down the stairs. She introduced us and I was like "ok". Then on the way to an art fair, Spo was also with me, he can back me up on this... on the way to the art fair, he launched into this lengthy diatribe about how he was pissed off that he couldn't smoke A BONG IN THE MIDDLE OF A PUBLIC PARK IN BROAD DAYLIGHT!!!! geh... hippie scum. Then he proceeds to spark up a bowl in the car. Now this was when i wasn't smoking, and didn't know what it could do to me, so I asked him to not do that in fear of a contact high. He's like "No, i'll just blow it out the window." He was pretty much blowing it directly in my face... Fuck up. Geh... I guess the real reason I dislike this guy so much is that he is so opposite from me that it feels like a slap in the face to me that bleaker is marrying him, while never having given me a glance... Fuck it all..

It's sooo sad for such a young person to be involved with the crack... sad, sad, sad. This is something we have to talk about man. I mean, You know we're all here for you if you need help. PUT DOWN THE GLASS DICK!

Yeah... I mean, Gatekeeper, that was a really lame attempt at covering your tracks man. I mean, for one, everyone on this board know's you're a closet scatophile. Your obsession with poop is legendary. You might as well have said "I have a friend who isn't me, and he visit's www.poopsex.com regularly, but I don't look at it and beat off regularly... or, uhm, I gotta go...". It would have been a slightly better lie.

Another reason we know that statement is a lie is that you don't look at regular porn. The Commie used to go on for hours about your collection of anime tentacle porn. And of course we all know how much you like poop.

You know, If you like to beat off while looking at people shit on eachother, that's cool... to each their own man. But don't lie about it... that's lame.

Till All Are One...

LioConvoy out...

Meh... I'm in a pissy mood. It's spring. Coming off of a particularly bone chilling Pennsylvania winter, the temperature is a welcome change. But something else bothers me about spring. Everybody around here seems to have their significant other. Everything is starting anew. Trees are blooming. Weather is changing. Life is coming out of hibernation. All these yearly miracles are happening around me, and the only thing it reminds me of is that it's just another year I'm going to spend alone. I don't know anyone outside of my current group of friends, all girls, all taken... well except for one, and she doesn't seem to realize what an awesome boyfriend I'd make, so fuck her. No, I don't even know any girls to have a crush on. Geh... this was so much easier in Connecticut where I knew people. I mean... like I could just sit in the Filth Hole, and my friends would just bring chicks to hit on. It was awesome. But not here in State College. Meeting people is hard. I'm starting to meet people at work, but it's not working fast enough. I've been working there since Thanksgiving, and I still feel somewhat like an outsider.

I don't know. Seems I can't win. This is what I get for coming to a Division 1 school. Every girl that attends this school sat on the other side of the cafeteria in High School. Every girl that attends this school are the types who looked down their noses at me in High School. Every girl here looks at me with fear in her eyes.

I ain't much to look at. But I'm true, and I treat my women well. One thing's for sure, if I find the right one, I'll lick the ground she walks on.

Till All Are One

LioConvoy out...

Shut up. Mike I don't want to hear about your gook hatred, even if you were crippled by them. As one of the only African Americans to serve with the V.C., I take offense to your comments. Those Viet Cong boys were some of the finest ever to serve.

It all started in 1967. After flunking out of Clown College, the man drafted me into the service. Only problem was the plane lost engine power over Hanoi... We crash landed in the bush. Everyone was dead accept for me... I was blinded. That's when an old Japanese man, don't ask me what he was doing in Vietnam, and he taught me the art of blind fighting, and iajutsu, an ancient sword martial art. After that I was found by the V.C. They took me in, gave me food and shelter... and it was good. Sundays were my favorite while living amongst the Viet Cong, we'd have brunch and tea, while picking off crackers like you honkies. They were happy times.

Until one day we came up against Caniprokis. Yeah, he killed 39 of my men sure... but did he bother to tell you the whole story? One day Caniprokis strayed from his platoon to take a leak and got stranded. My men tried to help him but he started machine gunning us all down. He indeed machine gunned down 27 of my men, and then killed the other twelve with his bare hands. Sounds impressive right? Wrong, most of my men were parapelegic 5 year olds armed with sticks! Way to be a macho American... BABY KILLER!

It was down to the two of us. I looked Caniprokis in the eye. He looked me in the eye. He made a lunge at me and I kicked him square in the nuts, then side stepped and gave him a wedgie. That being done i threw him to the ground where he lie face down in the mud with a case of cloth burn on his as crack. Score one for Charlie!

I just thought I'd chime in on this matter, with the spy planes and what not. One of the girls on the plane was a Penn State grad after all. My feelings on this matter as with most other political matters are this... I don't honestly give a sweet baby's dick about it. Now normally when I say I don't care, it's out of ignorance. Such was the case with this year's election. The choice between candidates seemed like the choice between broccoli and brussells sprouts, so I didn't do any research on them... the election just looked like it was a popularity contest to see who gets to maintain the status quo for the next few years. No, this lack of concern is not ignorance. It's reason.

Let's say all of you dumb bastards out there, that think if we don't run away like a whipped dog and apologize we're gonna wind up going to war, are correct. So ok, we're in a war... big fucking deal. First of all, there's no way anyone would use the bomb. Every country that has one is too fucking chicken to use, including us. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, though. No one would do it because it would start a world war that would destroy everything. "Sob Sob, What about a horrible ground war?" Once again. SO WHAT! First of all It's not like real war anymore. It's like a fucking video game. You sit back in the comfort of an Abrahms tank, knocking civilizations back to the stone age. Smart bombs, Howitzers, Stealth Jets, that's what it will all be about. Secondly, I don't see how this would effect any of us. Most of us are too fat/stupid/chronically ill to be accepted into the military if there was a draft.

So sit the fuck back and have a coke and a smile...

Till All Are One...

LioConvoy out...

Yeah... uhm Levres... controlled substances and psychotropics... not a good idea on any level. Take it from someone who knows. I take 1250 mg of Depakote per day to control my epilepsy. It's also used for bipolar disorder, but I use it for epilepsy, however a nice side affect of it is that I don't fly into psychotic berserker rage like I used to before starting on the drug. Anyhow I'm off topic. Yeah... this summer I decided I'd get cute and play brain chemist. I'd just turned twenty one, and thought... "Hey, I'm an adult, I don't need to listen to any nuerologist's warnings about not doing controlled substances." So I started consuming everything insight. I was particularly fond of Jack Daniels and Weed. This tempo kept up for six months. Every Saturday I'd get trashed or high, or both. Nothing was happening. I thought this was great, all my teenage years I'd spent being a weenie and not having fun. I'd hit phat blunts and large bottles of JD... It was fuckin' fun as hell. Then one night over winter break, I'm hitting a shitty little roach with my mom, and the next thing I know, I wake up on the chair I'd been sitting in, my legs were sore, my tongue bitten to hamburger. My mother told me I'd had a seizure. I was shocked, 7 years seizure free... and now this. It didn't make any sense either. I'd just spent 6 months killing my liver and frying braincells, and I'd been no worse for the wear. Then one shitty little joint did me in. It just goes to show that brain chemistry is a strange thing... that none of us understand too well. Now, I'm not saying you're going to have a seizure, but I am saying that you don't know what type of damage you are doing to your brain right now. Just some food for thought.

LioConvoy out...