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[Jul. 28th, 2006|03:43 pm] |
so life is interesting.
thats all i got.
minigolf!
~ferg
PS: im in your house |
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[Jun. 15th, 2006|08:27 pm] |
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im all home and stuff.
all come visit!
~ferg |
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| a drop of rain. my face explodes |
[Jun. 15th, 2006|08:41 am] |
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I ate wayy tooo much sushi last night. I still feel fat from it.
but it was completely worth it. nothing is worth doing in life unless you go all out.
speaking of going out, I'm going to fail this physics final, so i hope i stay in school.
nah being sick is a good excuse. scoritude.
ttyall after 12:30
~ferg |
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[Jun. 14th, 2006|08:02 am] |
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The story of my morning...
FYI I went to sleep at 2, set my alarm for 10. a decent night of sleep during finals.
anyway, i wake up at 6:50 to my roomate banging on the door. After a moment of me being sleepy and confused, I yell "What the fuck!?". "I thought you had a final at 8." I had a final at 8. THE DAY BEFORE! so anyway, he says hes sorry and leaves. 2 seconds later his alarm goes off. now his alarm isnt one of those alarm clocks that rings for a minute. If you dont turn it off, it WILL NOT go off. so i sit in my room praying that it just goes off for like 5 min, then finally get up.
i stumble into his room, see his gfs alarm, which is a whole other story, its a pink cube covered in buttons. I start pushing all of them, somehow turn on the radio, then turn off the volume, and realize that the noise is from the other alarm clock. so i put down THAT rubiks cube of evil mornings, and proceed to slam his alarm until it shuts up.
then i go back to sleep.
3 minutes later i hear somebody rapping outside, then i recognize it as alex's voice, and hes yelling and talking to jay. they both run up the stairs (which is right next to my room, so i hear every pounding step). He bursts into the room, slams some doors, and then blasts shakira.
then he leaves and now i cant yell at him.
~ferg |
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[Jun. 12th, 2006|11:44 pm] |
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im angry and frustrated.
so i want to kill...
but then i am emo...
so therefore i must kill myself...
but then i'm even more emo..
and must kill myself all the more vigoroursly.
of you cycles of infinite depression... you make me laugh.
~ferg |
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[Jun. 12th, 2006|07:21 am] |
finals. suck. the big one. majorly.
the fray rule tho. listen to them.
~ferg |
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| Life spit on me. Life has mono. |
[Jun. 11th, 2006|01:09 pm] |
1) my roomate is putting his TV into storage. therefore, i will be very bored for the next few days.
2) my first final is tomorrow. thank you jenn and candy for letting me study in your places of residence, else i would be trying to steal roomates tv and watch it.
3) glaceau vitaminwater is very good shit.
4) Note to self: shower an hour before you sleep, gel your hair, wake up looking amazing.
5) allergies suck.
6) the band "the fray" is amazing.
6a) look up the song "look after you".
7) i really need to study
8) doing that now.
~ferg |
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| okay i gotta do better than THAT! |
[Jun. 10th, 2006|01:17 am] |
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here we go. life update... 1... 2... 3... deep breath... 4...
So while talking to jenn, she left. so now im writing this.
1) My college year has been very interesting. Im not sure how much I'm willing to admit to here, or say, or whatever, so be very patient. this is either going to be very long or very short.
or somewhere in the middle.
actually. fuck this.
this is the intro to my book. its hitchikers guide-esque:
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Jerry the mailman walks his same route every day. Down the mainway to the Drunken Dancer, then a right over to the spacetram terminal. By this time he’s gotten up a good pace. He nails the alley running. And is only gaining in speed. His new SNIKE all-traction, all-surface jet sneakers propel him at a good 15 mph down the street. Shopkeepers lean out of their windows, hoping for some mail to zoom into their mag-mailboxes. Young children play in the street and scatter as they hear the roar of the shoes.
In order to increase efficiency (and accuracy), each letter has a magnet attached to it, keyed to the magnetic wavelength of the recipient’s mag-mailbox. A mailman simply has to let go of the letter within a mile of the box and it will zoom straight into the box. Also, each letter has a tamper proof seal, which will shock anybody whose fingerprints don’t match those of the recipients. Jerry is familiar with all the complex mail systems. He’s avoided all the laser letters, the plasma parcels, the muta-mail. He’s fought against evil alien mail bombers, journeyed across the vastness of the asteroid ring, all to better serve you your mail, on time and unharmed. Once he even had to eat a SuperHot MegaUltimate Spicezilla Taco Explosion Sandwich from TacoShip, the universe’s best known Mexican food joint, just to get you your mail. He’s the few, the proud. He’s the mailman.
Equipped not only with jet sneakers, but also with bullet-proof, laser-proof, dirt-proof shielding, a 4-in-1 pocket watch which also checks your email, your voicemail, and your universal positioning system. He works for MailCorp, a subdivision of the government, and he’s damn proud of it.
In fact, aside from 2 other mailmen, he’s the only person on the entire asteroid of Blue Six to have ANY affiliation with the Galactic League.
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Unfortunately, all of his expertise couldn’t help him today. As Jerry reaches into his MagnaBag, he’ll notice something. He’ll reach into his bag and find 4 things unlike he has ever seen before. They are unique to him and probably to the whole universe. He curiously pulls them out. On the surface, they look like just any other letter. They all have differing addresses, though curiously enough they are written with the same scrawling handwriting. But these are no mag-letters. They have no magnet. Or any tamper proof seal. In fact, on each letter, the only distinguishing feature is the lone stamp in the upper-right corner. Jerry had seen these before, at a museum. The stamps meant something. Like who the letter belonged to. Curiously, the stamps had a picture of an old human on it, with some sort of fake hairpiece. And the human wasn’t even smiling.
What kind of person is this, Jerry thinks to himself. He quickly checks his MagnaBag as he ran. He is empty. Just enough time before the end of my shift to check these out, Jerry thinks curiously as he fingered at the stamps, and, of course, to deliver them.
And so Jerry the mailman runs off, no idea that the very four letters he holds in his hands will decide whether or not the galaxy will be destroyed. But don’t worry. It’s a very slim chance that it could actually end with something THAT catastrophic.
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there. happy? thats my life.
... ok thats not my life. but my life is complicated [whose isnt?]
so get over not knowing about it.
but srsly, the only important part recently was that failed boob grab that matt oh so pleasantly made unanonymous [you WILL pay, btw].
and since hes reading it too I can cater to both parties.
out
~ferg |
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| Jennifer... thy name ringest thou |
[Jun. 10th, 2006|01:12 am] |
No, my password is NOT marsvoltasucks. or jenniferkicksass.
Youre the only person whos going to read this. maybe starr.
bling :D
~ferg |
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[May. 17th, 2005|04:58 pm] |
feel good already!
damn you, livejournal demons!
~ferg |
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| the greatest song ever... |
[May. 6th, 2005|01:23 pm] |
this is the greatest song ever...
MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE LYRICS
"I Hate Jimmy Page"
i'm just another little faggot with a problem
fuckin' around over someone else's hard-on
i got the balls with the foul-smelling DJ
suckas can reach out and touch me and eat me
i lick clit - i like it
lookin' for love in all the wrong places
black ala mode with the mummified faces
am i animal, vegetable, mineral or - ugh
i'm a bad ass, tell me i'm a bad ass
i don't need you and i don't need a break
now if i wasn't here, i'd be out gettin laid
please please please sing the whole damn song
a 2 minute song is just one minute and 59 seconds too goddamn long
i hate jimmy page
kick those faggots off the stage
bite the future and fuck the past
my whole shit will never last
i hold the microphone with my butt now
who like that song 5-year-old Pantyshot
yeah yeah dat could be a real big record
cause it's got the bump with the molestation
i'm lower than most animals and fear what might be weird
and all those voices in my head have every right to be there
i ain't a girl just cause i rock the gold
i ain't a boy just cause i rock your world now
bad boy don't you suck my nuts
and i'll kiss my ass and put a motherfucking smile on my face
and i get real stupid and you and you and you can't stop me
i'll show you how official midgets jack me off
i hate jimmy page
kick those faggots off the stage
bite the future and fuck the past
my whole shit will never last
one day i'm a do the fuckin' - i'm a screw the fuckin'
no cheese below is gonna show you who you is and there's no need to ask it
he put this out his back and he won't break a shit
when you say that he's nothing - i said that he's nothing
i make the laws - i be the lawmaker
when you looks me upside down don't forget to fuck yourself
you're so wrong with yo jive you don't know me
why the hell you come to gimme dis
you so wrong with yo jive
now there are some things in life i don't like
and this is what i just did
so i took a big hit of who da fuck gives a shit
yo - not i - i am destined to die no
and ADD to me means you don't have to ask me why now
why do you guys got the ball day rock - ooh
i hate jimmy page
kick those faggots off the stage
fuck the future and bite the past
cause my whole shit will never last
i'll show you how official midgets jack me off
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its so messed up
~ferg |
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[May. 4th, 2005|03:55 pm] |
i think livejournal hates me...
~ferg |
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| FERG ALMOST KILLED BY MEXICAN GANGSTA IN FOSTER CITY!!! ANGER DEATH AND AN ONION RING!!! |
[Mar. 31st, 2005|03:11 pm] |
So im at the summer camp mtg with the camp director for cutter and me and him and brady and beth and bc and my mom are all there planning shit and talking about how awesome (sWeEt!) the summer camp will be.
I go to order a burger and onion rings and this oddly dressed mexican guy in all yellow and some nice shades (at 8 at nite, i kno!) walks up to me and literally stands an inch behind me.
I turn to face him and he is staring right at me. I kinda get out of his way, thinking maybe he wants to order...
and he starts speaking to me in spanish. which i dont understand.
i say "I dont understand spanish"
and hes leans in like hes gonna tell me a secret.
and he says "Why dont you fucking leave?"
at this point im just in shock. I'm thinking... like... what? wtf? and im going through my brain trying to see if ive EVER seen this guy before... which i havent... or if id done something that might have triggered any fiery Latin tempers in the short period i had been there.
which, unless talking about a wholesome boy scout summer camp, I hadn't.
He repeats himself. "Why dont you just fucking leave?"
So i just kinda walk around him, in his yellow shaded glory. Beth awkwardly follows me back to the group.
Mr. Creepy kinda leaves and goes to this back corner of the carls jr.It was a big carls junior.
And then as we all leave like 2 min later i grab my food and run away before he can shoot my tires out. cuz thats what gangstas do.
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If any of that seemed racist at all. Im truly sorry.
but if I did that to Condoleeze Rice I'd be a KKK-gun-totin-white-supremacist-baby-eating-Nazi. who rapes trees as a hoby and sport.
~ferg |
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| no sense is made. my emPHAsis is wrong. |
[Mar. 28th, 2005|10:37 am] |
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kelsey grammer's sketch show is amazing, who is?
I didnt doIT105 [10:34 A.M.]: lets go bowling
I didnt doIT105 [10:34 A.M.]: on the moon
Frgrbrgr [10:34 A.M.]: with penguins
I didnt doIT105 [10:34 A.M.]: sounds good
Frgrbrgr [10:34 A.M.]: yeh
I didnt doIT105 [10:34 A.M.]: but the penguins must be bright neon brown
Frgrbrgr [10:34 A.M.]: and wear top hats
I didnt doIT105 [10:35 A.M.]: with huge candy canes on top
Frgrbrgr [10:35 A.M.]: YESSS!!!
I didnt doIT105 [10:35 A.M.]: ferg, lemme ask you something
Frgrbrgr [10:36 A.M.]: ok
I didnt doIT105 [10:36 A.M.]: what do you think about the economic after-effects of global warming as it applies to the eastern sahara?
I didnt doIT105 [10:36 A.M.]: haha
I didnt doIT105 [10:36 A.M.]: you thought i was gonna say something serious
Frgrbrgr [10:36 A.M.]: i thought you were gonna say something sane |
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[Mar. 14th, 2005|03:44 pm] |
so i guess its nearly mandatory to write this:
CAST PARTY = SURREAL
b/c its true.
not bad. but surreal.
recap:
closing nite rocked... even tho i KILLED AND BUTCHERED my throat in rocking out so hard. but it was cool and we did a very strong closing.
got to party by midnight, mark haydens house, morgan hills. fun.
and begin surrealness. like some TorD and then some 10fingers and hot tub interestingness and then spin the water bottle/cell phone and some chess.
lots of food.
lots of wandering lost.
RACHEL ROCKS!!!
so do you!
"old people have no feelings. They are dead inside!"
~ferg
PS: i didn't get into UCLA, and i think i didnt get into Cal Poly.
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[Feb. 26th, 2005|04:28 pm] |
you guys need to commment.
i could always just force matt to use xanga...
or force him to die by making him drive me to the party...
o no.
im turning my live-journal into my live-waystokillmatt.
~ferg
PS: MARS VOLTA SUXXX!!! |
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[Feb. 21st, 2005|01:04 pm] |
so craziness recap(-_-)
1) met at bcp at 4:15. jamal didnt even show up, and jillian was 15 minutes late. and it was raining. but it was cool. talking happened.
2)ride with jordan. saw some cops. jillian made an illegal left hand turn.
3) dinner at johnnie rockets. oh man, their patty melts are SOOOO good... spotted children. stole ice cream shake.
4) walk to ben and jerrys. recognized why i cant eat ice cream any more. its cuz rite after philmont, i tried to eat a pint of phish food as indulgence, and got sick... so i didnt eat any. spotted more children
5) walked to the poop statue. darby climbed on it. saw more children.
6) walked by tech museum. jillians ass was grabbed by this BUM (herefore to be referred to as THE BUM) on a bike. she was wierded out.
7) walked to AMT. met patrick and luke and others.
8) tech talk: the director and producer and art director talked directly to us. they were surprised to find that half the ppl were directly in bellarmines chorus line. (btw, this is all free)
9) they asked us whether we wanted the balcony or to fill in the front rows.
10) unanimously (like 200 ppl) decide to sit in front rows (did i mention that it's free?)
11) watched a chorus line rehearsal. since it was final dress, it was like a full on professional production. iut was THE SEX!!!
12) did i mention that its free?
13) hang out afterword
14) returned to the cars. on the way, saw THE BUM being approached by two cops, a fire engine and a SWAT VAN!!!
15) fucking creepy
16) returned to bell, dropped off tory, lost rachel and autumn, picked up some autos.
17) drove to cold stone in los altos. btw, we actually saw this cop standing outside a silver car that looked like emily's. we joked and said that maybe it was emily.
18) it was emily. she was late because she was being pulled over by the cops for speeding. she avoided a ticket because she is the daughter of the SWAT leader guy.
19) cold stone is closed, because it is 11 at nite.
20) caravan to emmies. seriosuly, caravan. we have like 10 cars following her.
21) arrive, set up, blah. me, jordan, and jillian go to in-n-out. order food. its still raining.
22) im on 22 already?
23) return to emmies. grafton has arrived, and brought some friends of his, one of which is an annoying chick, who wouldnt shut up.and her friend, who was partly cool but was way overshadowed by her bitchy friend.
24) mark hayden and riley show up.
25) yeah... and no.
26) hmmm...
27) jordan, jillian and embo leavethe guys alnoe to brood and eat food. they go to embo's house.
28) mark hayden and sam and jamal and i talk for like 3 hours straight, eating all the food in the house.
29)i sleep for 2 hours
30) wake up and wait for my ride to come back. finally they get back and drive around before dropping me off at home.
31) i apply for a job 2 hours later at the summerwind nusery. and the sad thing is... i kinda want it.
so yeah. now im really tired. and if i get sick... ther'll be hell to pay!
~ferg
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| oh that michelle... :) |
[Feb. 17th, 2005|08:36 pm] |
wow...
so michelle came to tech today. that was interesting. hope she doesnt read this...
shes kinda immature. i wish that she would show mea deeper side of herself, but she doesnt. she must have a deeper side, as evidence that she hangs out with beth. i wish that she would just get over her slut mentality and actually become a real person. thats what would really impress me.
~ferg |
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| woot... the dance and afterward |
[Feb. 12th, 2005|07:38 am] |
Currently Playing
Love Shack
By The B-52's
see related
wow
im in so much pain.
thursday nite i had an extreely sore shoulder and upper body.
and then the dance. now i have a sore left foot.
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but the dance was okay. the DJ sucked! still, he did play all of my requests (a country song, the love shack, and something else... that was good...) but his other songs were either too slow or to crappy.
then we (myself, jordan, caroline, jillian, james, jamal, meredith, andy) to mcdonalds where we talked about "shafts" and got wierded out by this old guy hanging out in the corner.
o man does my foot hurt. i may need to ice it or something. i thnk its because i tried to do a roundoff for the first time in a while and landed funny. blurg on ferg!
so next time, dont be srupid, you crazy animals!
~ferg
PS:
-for matt-
you take your car to work...
I'll take my skiis.
and when you break your leg...
I'll watch you freeze! |
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[Feb. 11th, 2005|08:54 am] |
my shoulders and biceps hurt so much. and i have no idea why. i think it's from this yoga thing i did on a retreat yesterday, but i can't bew sure.
anyways, going to the v-day dance tonight with my friend jordan micek. it'l be tight. we're wearing a colour scheme. what colors, you ask?
lime green, pink, and silver.
very pimp.
~ferg |
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