7.18.2003

 
I'm starting a new blog for my MTVentyfour thing. So yeah, ph33r.
posted by Murd0c 4:08:00 AM

5.31.2003

 
I stole this from Rob's Journal, who in turn stole it from Venadium's SK site.

last cigarette: 2 weeks ago, a Newport
last good cry: About a few months ago
last library book checked out: Anarchist Voices: An Oral history of Anarchy
last movie seen: Bruce Almighty in theatres, Bend it like Beckham tonight, bootlegged.
last book read: Stupid White Men by Michael Moore (I would say The Great Gatsby, but sparkNotes don't count!)
last cuss word uttered: "CUNT!"
last beverage drank: Water
last food consumed: Tostitos
last crush: Rob T. Firefly (Got over that in like, 2 days, sorry Roo!)
last phone call: BostonJoe
last tv show watched: Trading Spaces
last time showered: Thursday night (ew!)
last shoes worn: Doctor Martens Steel-toed 8-eye black boots with red laces.
last cd played: Anti-Flag - Mobilize
last item bought: Snapple and Frito's Flavour Twists
last downloaded: About 18 Anal Cunt songs and Bend it like Beckham
last annoyance: Scwerlmnk's total niceness
last disappointment: Not being able to go 2600 this month
last soda drank: Sobe Grape Grok (Some energy drink I got at WaWa.)
last thing written: Old School Review 2: Electric Booglaoo (Article for Cal's Forums)
last key used: For my locker
last word spoken: "It."
last sleep: About 2 hours (A nice catnap)
last im: Scwerlmnk, 1 hour ago.
last sexual fantasy: Where I take all off Kevin Smith's clothes with my teeth.
last weird encounter: I walked up to my group of friends and some girl was talking to them, and I asked who she was, and she is like, I'm Miss Svetec. I was fuckin' embarrased.
last ice cream eaten: Cotten Candy
last time amused: Andrew telling some construction workers that they were "pussies!"
last time wanting to die: 9 hours ago
last time hugged: Friday, before going to school
last time scolded: Today, 4 hours ago
last time resentful: Hrm, can't recall.
last chair sat in: Deck Chair, around noon.
last lipstick used: About 4 years ago, when some neighbour girls dressed me up like Boy George and made me sing Karma Kameleon
last underwear worn: Blue IZOD Boxers
last bra worn: Never once.
last shirt worn: Black hacker element shirt from ThinkGeek.com
last time dancing: May 2nd at Rocky Horror
last show attended: The Rocky Horror Picture Show, May 2nd
last webpage visited: Rob's site, where I stole this from.

That wasn't as pointless as everyone else thought. Fuck all of you guys.

Okay, well life has been fine, I had my last day of school. I can't go to 2600 NYC this month, damn my mother. I am down in Maryland this weekend and I caught Bend it like Beckham tonight. Good movie, check it out. Lets see, I got my right ear pierced professionally on Friday, because the hole closed up. I dyed my hair black, I think I failed my algebra final. I think I failed Driver's Education. I wanna go to the City. I wanna hang out with Rob, Grey, Fina, Sergey, Leo, Venadium, Gonzo and that chick Agent X.

Mood: Jumble, Jumble all at my house.
Music: Beck - Where its At.
posted by Murd0c 10:45:00 PM

5.04.2003

 
I Love Livin' In The City

I love livin' in the city

My house smells just like the zoo
It chock full of shit and puke
Cockroaches on the walls
Crabs crawlin' on my balls
Ohh, well I'm so clean cut
I just wanna fuck some sluts

I love livin' in the city

Spent my whole life in the city
Where junk is king and the air smells shitty
People pukin' everywhere
Piles of blood, scabs and hair
Bodies wasted in the street
People dyin' on the street
But the suburban scumbags, they don't care
Just get fat and dye their hair

Fear - I Love Living In The City!

While that pretty much describes my trip up to NYC! I met up with Rob and Grey at the 2600 meetings. I also met Leo and Sergey and Gonzo and Fina and Emmanuel Goldstein! That alone made my fucking day. 2600 was eventful and great, Empire Schezuean was also supreme. But Rocky Horror took the fucking cake. I was the virgin, and I had to fake an orgasm. While I am known for my foolishness, I pulled out all the stops and did a full F-5 scale orgasm! But this chick with smaller (but perkier) tits then me won, bitch. Walking the streets of NYC spouting "Hackers" lines is fun. Also, NYC is so peaceful at night...

My Final Destination 2 bootleg has no fucking sound, those bastards. However, my OTHER bootlegs work great! I miss Grey and Rob already and I will see you next month if not sooner!

Music: Fear - I Love Living In The City
Mood: My Feet Hurt, owww!
posted by Murd0c 8:35:00 PM

4.29.2003

 
"Spontenaous combustion panic attack. I slip a gear and I get myself all wound up!" -"Bab's Uvula Who?" (From Green Day - Insomniac (1998))

Well, Friday is fast fucking approaching and that means that I get to go to NYC and 2600. Oh fucking yeah, I am so stoked about meeting RTF and Grey. Speaking of that sexy bitch, Rob's is finally back up! WOO! Now my life is complete. I got my report card and I passed everything.

Currently the kid in the backyard hitting the baseball with the aluminum bat is pissing me off. Every 2 minutes "CLINK!" Its like the scene in "Casino" where Joe Pesci and his brother get beaten to death and buried alive. They get beated with alumnium bats, CLINK CLINK CLINK! FUCKKK ALLL OF YOUUUUUUUUU!

A isolated lightning bolt struck near my school today and knocked out power for 20 anarchisitic minutes, not really anarchisitic, because, fuck, I go to Catholic school. (Wow, look at all those commas.)

See you at 2600.

Music: The White Stripes - Ball and Biscuit
Mood: e13E7 sP3e| posted by Murd0c 7:50:00 PM

4.13.2003

 
The idiocy of my school will never fail to amaze me. This Monday (tomorrow) the freshmen and sophomores have a workshop on date rape and other things. We are only in until 11AM. Because Notre Dame doesn't provide bussing, we must take a bus from our home district (me being Easton Area SD, but there are kids from Allentown, Bethlehem, Wilson and Pen Argyl to name a few.) we are allowed one 'early dismissal' bus a month. Now, our school gets out early the first Monday of the month. And it seems that the Easton kids (all 30 or so of us) will have to wait 3 and a half hours to get the fucking bus. I hate hate hate Notre Dame.

I go back to October for this story, and I find it relevent now:

I was sitting in English class writing a song of some sort, and not thinking much about it until the next day. I get called down to the office and I keep wondering what I did now (since I had just started). My principal and Disciplinarian we're down there and they asked if I ever write songs or poems. I reply that yes, in fact I do.

This gets their interest up and they ask if I ever go on the internet or on AIM. I again answer in the affirmative. They ask if I ever write "hit lists" or do I hate people? I said I hate plenty of people but I never wrote a 'hit list'. Mr. Tague (the disciplinarian/sysadmin) then asked if he could search through my bag. I said go ahead, I had nothing to hide (really!). So he pulls out my English folder and leafs through it and pulls out a piece of paper. A song entitled "The Way You Treat Me" or something like that. He reads over it and then hands it to Mr. Kramer (the Principal). The song proper didn't have any foul language or violence in it. A tag on the end was a skit that entailed taking a cheating girlfriend out into the woods and hanging her appendages from tree limbs and riding around 3 countys with her head on as a hat. This disturbed them both greatly (and pretty much anyone reading that who dosen't know me) Tague goes out and makes a photocopy of it. And Kramer asks me for my mother's work number and he calls her and says that she needs to come down to the school.

While we are waiting, he asks if I ever have fantasys of shooting up the school and the various are you a terrorist or a threat to our Catholic Holier Than Thou society. I tell him that I don't want to do anything because I am on probation. He then gets REALLY interested, because he didn't know I was on probation. He then calls Juvenile Probation and my PO Kevin comes down there and he is fucking pissed. My mom and Kevin show up like within 3 seconds of each other.

Kramer pulls out a heavily edited AIM log. Where the screennames are edited out and it seems that the conversation is heavily edited as well. The AIM logs shows two girls talking about me. They say that I was writing "You laughed at me once, you laughed at me twice but I'll get the last laugh". That appeared NO WHERE within my song. And infact I read that was a song that one of the Columbine kids wrote. What a fucked up situation. So anyway, My Mother says that I write these all the time, and my current shrink says that there is nothing wrong with me. Kevin seems less and less pissed off and he sees what is going on. He thinks that it was blown out of proportion and he leaves with no consequence to me. Kramer looks pissed off at that, and he says I can't come back to school until I get a psychatric evaluation. My mother, fuming, leaves the office with me in tow and we make an appointment with my shrink.

So the Shrink says I am sane, and he always knew I was. Kramer calls me back into his office the day I returned to school. He gave me bullshit about not wanting to stifle my creativeness. And that writing is really good. He suggests I write about happy things like sunshine and rainbows (I shit you not) I told hiim to fuck off in so many words. But I was known as a "psycho who was going to kill everyone" for about a month!

Fin.

Oh yeah, I got another story, a coupla Fridays ago I was wearing my *NEW* H2K2 shirt with the levels of homeland (in)security on the back. I was standing in Radio Hack buy a FireWire cable. When some 40something lady taps me on the shoulder. I turn around and she asks why I have the the threat assement chart on my back. I tell her its from a hacker conference and that it was a joke. She proceeds to launch into a tirade and tells me that "I am making a mockery out of the government" "I should be shot!" "People are dying for you freedom and you say its just a joke" "We should send you over to Iraq and make YOU fight" After about 3 minutes of her berating me in public I interrupt her and say. "Ma'am, I wear this shirt because my 1st amendment rights say I can. And my first amendments rights say I can say "fuck" if I want to. And I can say "Fuck the Government" if I so choose. But now, I choose to excersise my 1st amendment rights to tell you to FUCK OFF!" I set my firewire cable down and walked right out that Radio Shack with 5 people staring at my display of 'vulgarity'. I was confronted by security 2 minutes later in teh Suncoast and was escorted off mall property and told not to return for 48 hours. Bastards...

Today I ordered the Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and Squee tradepaperbacks from Amazon dot com today. WOO ME!

Music: Blue Oyster Cult - Don't Fear the Reaper
Mood: Sullen


posted by Murd0c 11:35:00 AM

3.13.2003

 
Okay, I heard something quite funny today, my History teacher was all like, did you hear about Freedom Fries and Freedom Toast? I asked if that was in responce to France's vetoing of Dubya's thingy in the UN? She said yes and that France is a bad country and shit, and I said "I would like an order of Freedom Fries and a side of Oppression!" She gave me this evil stare and continued with our lesson on France's Bourgousie! Speaking of bourgousie, shit, I lost my train of thought... Oh yeah, myself and El Gordo Uno are gonna write a book about RBCP's life! AWESOME!

Mood: My ear hurts...
Music: Bikini Kill

posted by Murd0c 3:30:00 PM

3.11.2003

 
Something new for you fools, my friend Casey set up his weblog over at here. So check it out, he likes Rod Stewert, but what 8th grader doesn't?!?!! Me and El Gordo Uno and Rob T. Firefly were on the PLA Voice Bridge last night, we had some fun with relay ops and a good time was had by all. School continues to suck. Update over.

Mood: Bouncy
Music: Busta Rhymes - WOO HAH! I got you all in check!
posted by Murd0c 5:44:00 PM