OK, it's 03:31...and I'm sitting in my corner drunk off my ass...and transfering a .mov file of some kick ass techno band that I can remember the name of. I started out pretty good...I was chilling in da crib, and not doing much...reading some KOR transcripts...then azreal and I go over to the dorms to hang out, and I'm watching some guys playing nintendo, then lisa thimm walkes in...she wants cory to hook her up to the internet, and that involves building a firewall, or somthing or other like that...and As she stands thier talking, all I can think about is fucking jumping her...Either she's fucking hot, or maby I've just not been properly laid in several months now. I'm not shure...it's realy all the same...13 megs of 84 transfered...have to hang around till I hit 84...That should be likie 5.24 hours or so...I'm listining to ICP (Insane Clown Possie) right now...pretty fucked up shit...But it still kicks major ass...The transfer is going pretty good...but some shit is fucked up, so I have to fucking babysit it...The thoughts of running my hands across lisa's breasts...small, and perky...just the right way they should be. Typeing like this is kina hard...I'm making lots of typo's...and I'm too anal retentave (I don't shit) to let the bits I notice stay...13.28 megs...I'm, not shure what's going on...I start at pizza hut soon...call for a scedule tommorow...or today...depends on how you view it...That will be cool...at least in genearl...my little sister works at pizza hut...I usto work at pizza hut...the place is cool...the manager at the one here in kansas seems to kick some major ass...zack...I usto know a guy named zack...about the time I knew cory the first time...that was like toatly fucked up...Just like I would like to do to lisa...that is like fucked up...She's hot and all, but she's too much of a good girl if you ask me...she fucking puts on this persona that she's like the next best thing to whatever came before sliced bread, then she goes about talking behind peoples backs...it fucking pisses me off, but for some odd reason makes me want to fucking pound her more than anything I can think of...I mean, that is for some odd reason like the biggest turn on I can think of...Maby because she's not such a nice girl...but I think that it's because she's fucking hot...I mean...today, or yesterday, depending on your belivf system, the dress she was wearing was a little bit too revealing...I mean, it was a standard long dress, but you could still pick out her undergarments, and nipples...and such...I mean, that dress was way too tight, and the only fuckin reason she was wearing it, was to make me want her, but she knows that I don't have the guts (intestonal fortatude) to say anything about it to her. She's a fucking player...or, at least that's the impression that I get. 13.34...All I realy know, is that my mind has been fucking racing since she first showed up, and I'm now shure exactly how to deal with that...I mean, that realy got to me...I'm not shure if anyone realized how much I was staring...not trying to stare, trying to pass it off as a fucking glance...now I'm noticing the usage of fuck a lot...I mean way too much...that's totaly insane...I should not say fuck any fucking more...maby I can excuse it by being drunk off my ass...what about me, when I'm 103...what about me? When I'm 103, I will be well off I hope, or I will be sitting in a gutter somewhere being crazy...or dead...who knows. I don't know...as soon as we have fone service, I need to make some fone calls...I need to call my parents, and I need to call auriel...FUCK...Why the hell are thoughts like this going through my mind...it's totaly fucked up...I have these fucked up dreams...never invovling sex...but quite often an inuendo of such..but never the actual act...I have dreams of sex with people I don't know, or, if I do know I don't give a shit about them, I think that is the major diffrence...But I'm not realy shure...Plus that is not right, imposible, and imoral...at least at the moement, so wasting my personal processor time on such things is a waste of time, and should not be done...FUCK...FUCK...FUCK...I lost my train of thought...it was replaced by something dealing with grape nuts...and crack...witch is realy wierd, since I don't use crack, and I never eat cerial...That's just fucked up...Hey man your out of luck...Does this excite you, does it just stager the imagination? No worries, it's yours forever!!!! If you havent guessed what CD I'm listening to, it's ICP, the great milinko...And it's fucking with my train of thought...but that's realy to be expeced...since I'm totaly crazy, and caotic...caotic neutral...or, at least that's what I try to be...but to do that I realy move between the evil, and good sides of this at lot...I moved into a shit pile, and I lived there for a while...fuck...did it agan...typing the lyrics...that's just kina going to happen no matter what I do...it doesen't matter it's just kina going to happen...fuck...13.81 of 84...Fuck...6.47 hours left...when I say 6.47, I mean like six hours, and 28 minuits..not 47 minuits...it's realy a rough percentage that I have generated in my head...I have worked out seveal routines to generate percentages in my head, and in software...They are quite simple...ususaly about 5 equations...but still explaining how they work out to be one is something quite diffrent altoghter...FUCK!!!!!!...The transfer seemed to have stoped...brb...Nope...still going...just fucking froze up for a bit...I'm going to smoke a cigerete for a bit...maby that will make me realax...do you think?...And, switch CD's...Danm this is going slow...I'm like actualy starting to get sober again...danm...Pink floyd now...that's what's in the changer...they kick so much ass...it hurts...Looking for my headfones so I don't have to wake up the neibors...Oh, yah!...maximum volume...kicks ass...Plus I have the headfones from hell, and a 35 foot cable...I can walk around the whole building with these things on, and not bother anybody...witch is in fact my entire goal in life...although it doesn't seem like that when I play 120 decables of music in my car...by everybody else does too...so who cares...Dady, what you leave behind for me!...A fucking snapshot in the famly abulm...all in all it's just a brick in the wall...the wall of seociety...Noting more...I'm lousing it..and will go away for a while..actualy the duration of this 2 disc set...HEY, YOU!!!!...YAH, YOU!!!...OK...down to biz...got it...figured out how to do this witout the fucking tcpip stack!!!...Ok, now I don't have to babysit this fucker...EOF