Another stupid page that has nothing to do with anything.
I feel so depressed today. I don't know why. I feel like I just got dumped by a girl I loved after dating her for 25 million years. I was eating candy with my friend. He said, "Mine tastes like orange." I said, "Mine tastes like purple." That's how depressed and miserable I am.
When I make a to-do list, I always add a few easy things or activities I've already done so that I can cross them off right away and feel like I've accomplished something. It really helps my self esteem. I'll make a list of stuff I have to do, then at the end stick easy things on it, like:
Hell, that's like 40%! I'd call it a day. Wouldn't you? When I get a few things accomplished off my to-do list, I feel a lot better about myself. Not today. Today sucked. I was driving down the street and I got in a wreck with a Jetta. It was a nervous wreck, but that's close to the real thing. Then it occured to me that I want to be a Legoman.
Look how happy he looks. God damn. I met this girl today and we were totally into eachother. I mentioned sex and she said, "Alexander, I want to wait a while before we do that. I want to be an amazing experience, not some casual ordeal. Ya know?." I told her I completely agreed and responded, "I agree. I think we should wait at least 6 months before we have sex." That went well with her. She replied, "Okay. Six months." I smiled, gave her a nod, and said, "Okay, see you in 6 months."
I went hunting the other day, but it wasn't a real hunting experience because we hunted from right in the car. It's good that we used my friends truck because if we went hunting in my car, the front would be all dented and ruined. Fuckin' deer.
That was kind of stupid. I know. I'm in a really shitty mood. It's like 3:30AM, I'm wide awake, and I have no friends. I understand that you just want to be entertained and don't give a shit about me or my life, but... sorry about your luck. I'm going to use this site's publicity to piss and moan about my personal problems. You can read it or not, I don't care.
Today I began menstruation.
I hate giving my opinion on things. Opinions are stupid. Especially reviews. Reviews are so dumb and pointless.
Kill Bill: Uhh.. I don't know, 3 stars? 10 stars? Who fucking cares? It was a cool movie with lots of blood. How about we leave it at that instead of having an opinion about it?
Swordfish: It's a well-made movie, but I hate how they make "hacking" out to be an exciting activity that attractive people do. The film has Hugh Jackman sitting there with tri-monitors and a kickass GUI with crazy colors and 3D figures flying around on the screen while upbeat techno music plays in the background. That's not hacking. Real hacking involves a pizza-faced kid wearing socks in his mothers basement slouched over a black command prompt screen drooling and eating week-old danishes.
Paris Hilton: That fucking Paris Hilton has tainted my perspective on movies forever. Whenever I see any film done in nightshot, it reminds me of this god-awful porno. It's just her with that asshole guy saying, "Wow, you look good sucking my cock. Don't you? Yes you do." What an asshole. He doesn't know how to treat a lady. I do. I'd be like, "Oh yeah Paris, unleash my dog of war while I dribble my meatbag all over your chin, you cunt." I think I'm Andrew Dice Clay's long long son.
Woohoo. Another pointless article completed. I feel so fulfilled. Not. I hoped writing this would vent some of my depression. I'm still fucking pissed and miserable. Look at this loser. What kind of moron wastes his time making a website based solely on giving him money? Who would actually give the guy anything? I think I'll send him 10 cents, just because I feel sorry for the poor bastard.
Last updated September 16th, 2004