Where the duck are you.

If you never had to shit, you wouldn't buy toilet paper, would you? Now, same question, different words: If you didn't own a nintendo DS, you wouldn't buy Pokemon Heart Gold, would you? Well I did. Yesterday. I spent, no joke, at least an hour looking for my damn DS. I nearly threw my game out the window, but there in lies the chance that some undeserving idiot would pick it up. No way am I giving away free shiz, diz. I finally gave up looking for the piece of junk after I decided that some bottomfeeding wretch stole it from my house and sold it for parts.

The next day I ask people if they've seen/stolen my DS. Everyone's a suspect. No one has a damn clue. EXCEPT for good ol' Bong Water, AKA Naheum. He tells me that he found it in Michael's BMW. Except now, I have no way of reaching him. I called him at least 20 times. Maybe I should just go over to his house with a bat and break into his car and take my DS. But before that, I'll call him one more time...

No response. Where's that bat...

This Shiz is my Diz.

Because everything I say is so easily stolen by others, I'm making a list so that people know what's what.

1. Chillin' like Krillin.
2. What's the word, Big (optional adjective) Bird.
3. Damn, Pasta!
4. The "Eezbus" suffix.
5. Things to say when someone is/I'm leaving: Bye-cycle, Bye-sexual, Bye-nary code, Bye-agon Alley, and so on.

Running out of brain juice. List will be updated later.

Obey the Fools

If Life is a dream, don't wake me up. - Me, Just Now

So I got my driver's permit today. I nearly pissed myself watching some Vulture-Face grade my test, scratching a total of 6 circles onto my paper with her bloody talon. Waiting in lines, the only way to tell time is moving is by the length of your pubes. I waited in line so long my pubes grew about an inch. I was waiting behind this girl named Sage, who wouldn't shut her damn voicehole. But she had this Austrian accent; somewhat sexy. This chinese women with Elton-Johnesque glasses kept rubbing up against me. I had the weirdest boner. At the DMV, I saw a certain dark-skinned, annoying face. It belonged to Nathan Arboleda. When he finally got to the front of the Line That Stretched to Eternity, the DMVaginas turned refused to give him his license because he didn't have his SS# on him. I laughed so hard that the look he gave me as he left the DMV was poison.
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yeez-st.

So there's this korean project. We have to make mangas. My manga is the best. It's about this blind guy. Call him Truth. Truth lives in a world. It's pretty much our world. But the Sky is covered in an absolute darkness. The peoples of this world have come to adapt to a world without sky. But even in a world of darkness, no one cares for the blind. Unemployed and starving, Truth knows that he's going to die. Everyone dies, but Truth will just die sooner than the rest. One day, for unknown reasons, there's a break in the Sky, and single beam of light shines through. Light doesn't change, but people do. The modern peoples' skins are too sensitive in light to survive in it. Too much exposure and they're dust on the floor. This beam of light is special to everyone, but too Truth, it's... well, the way he feels about this light: I can't describe. For some reason, he's able to see the light. Nothing else, just the light. He runs to the light. It takes him a while; his poor health has left him practically crippled. When he gets to the light, he doesn't think. He just keeps running. Like Forest. In the shine of the light, he burns. To no person has burning ever felt so sweet. With this, he becomes one with the light. And he is happy.

Third, no wait, second!

Today, I woke up alone and in a strange place. I was cold, naked, and unhappy. There were strange metal things sticking out the side of my head. I am a monster now. Also, I ate cereal at Nahum's. mm, Cheerios. :D

Fuyst Poyst!

SDFJDFLSKSEFKSEFHSBAQWFSDHFSFUIEWHRNSFSKDFHOSFDLSFKDSFDSFS. Oh, I also bought some green onions. Bad pickings.