| This has all happened before..and will happen again |
[Apr. 15th, 2008|12:25 am] |
It's my birthday! i am 21 years of age now, which means i can finally legally obtain an alcoholic beverage without having to worry about those fascist waiters and waitresses!
OOOH YEAH!! going to German bar tomorrow to get my drink on |
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| Hello, My Name is Grant, and I Suffer From Depression |
[Jan. 26th, 2008|10:53 pm] |
i'm fucking sick of all these emo freaks. Thanks to those assholes normal people can't be depressed anymore and talk about it with their friends with out being called an emo fag, fuck that shit. Those freaks have nothing to be depressed about.I'm taking depression back starting right goddamn now! It's time for us normal people to enjoy depression and be able to talk about things and get things off our chest without being called an "emo fag." What those freaks go through isn't real depression, its highschool fucking angst is what it is. "Oh i got my cell phone taken away! wah wah wah!" "Some fucking tart won't go out with me cause she's way out of my league wah wah wah!" All that shit can fuck right off.
You wanna know why kids blow away their fucking schools? its not cause they're crazy, quite the opposite, all the neighbors usually say, well he was always very sweet and nice, its cause he's depressed and can't talk to anyone about it cause he's afraid he'll be labeled as an "emo fag". So if you read this and your depressed, for christ sake, talk to someone about it, and don't call yourself "emo" just say i'm fucking depressed and thanks for listening, i needed to get that shit off my chest, now i need to fucking fix it. But thats the thing, no one knows how to "fix" depression, which in turn makes you more depressed when you think about it, they can prescribe pills for it,and it makes it go away for awhile, then it always comes creeping back cause turns out, depression is human nature. Everyone is depressed, be it about their job employment situation, or friendship/relationship situation, or their life situation. Doctors should stop prescribing the normal drugs for depression, like Zoloft, or Prozac, and they should start prescribing marijuana. Its worked for me so far.
But of course its still illegal and it comes with that fear of making you go crazy and paranoid, which i think is a bunch of bullshit the government made up to keep up the scare of the use of marijuana.Then of course theres the "its causes brain damage!" issue those ass wipe conservatives keep spouting whenever they try to legalize it. You know what else causes brain damage? one night of Drinking and going for a drive. Anyway i didn't mean to turn this into a 'Why Marijuana isn't as bad for you as they make it sound" speech so i'll rap this up, my point is depression sucks, but it doesn't have to control you. You can control it, if you have friends go out with them on the weekends, go for a drive, troll for some tail, go to a bar, play some billiards. Don't let that depression creep up and say "Whats the fucking point? i suck at billiards and i'll never find a chick." you just tell it to "shut the fuck up and sit down!" It had its turn and it failed, now its time for mister optimism to step up and take control for awhile. Life is too fucking short, which when you think about makes you more depressed. hahaha, oh man, depression is an ugly bitch |
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| "Do I mind if you sit here? Buddy, I'm fuckin' dead, i don't care what you do." |
[Jan. 26th, 2008|08:21 pm] |
oh how do you do, young willy mcbride
do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
and rest for a while in the warm summer sun
i've been walking all day, and im nearly done
and i see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
when you joined the great fallen in 1916
well i hope you died quick
and i hope you died clean
oh willy mcbride, was is it slow and obscene
did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
and did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
in some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
and though you died back in 1916
to that loyal heart you're forever nineteen
or are you a stranger without even a name
forever enshrined behind some old glass pane
in an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
and faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
the sun shining down on these green fields of france
the warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
the trenches have vanished long under the plow
no gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing down
but here in this graveyard that's still no mans land
the countless white crosses in mute witness stand
till' man's blind indifference to his fellow man
and a whole generation were butchered and damned
did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
and i can't help but wonder oh willy mcbride
do all those who lie here know why they died
did you really believe them when they told you the cause
did you really believe that this war would end wars
well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
the killing and dying it was all done in vain
oh willy mcbride it all happened again
and again, and again, and again, and again
did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest |
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| Raise a Glass to Those Left Behind |
[Dec. 5th, 2007|03:06 pm] |
74 years since we could drink without being arrested, here's to the pioneers who said "fuck you" to the man when he said "drinking is illegal."
So on this day i don't care if your 21 one or not, get someone to buy it, steal it, or borrow it, everyone needs to drink. Now if we could only get the prohibition on marijuana repealed we'd be set. |
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| Goodbye Blue Sky |
[Nov. 22nd, 2007|11:24 pm] |
so now i'm living in NY state and its pretty awsome, its like 30 degress outside, hasn't snowed yet though, but its only the beginning of winter, and i know i haven't posted in a while, thats because ihaven't been shit, just sitting around waiting for something to happen, well something did happen, i moved to NY and am getting a job and going to school, and its hard to post things to talk about when your not doing anything, just being..hardly wake up watch several hours of tv, take a shower, depending on the day, cut the grass depending on the day, play videogames, masturbate, go to sleep, rinse repeat. But now i'm actually doing something to be proud of.
ok tahts enough about me, let me ask something thats been bugging me for a couple of years now. How is it that John Lennon is dead and but all the evil son of a bitch scumbag motherfuckers that actually deserve to die are still alive? |
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| Sanctity of Marriage? fuck it, let the homos have it |
[Sep. 6th, 2007|11:50 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Boston | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dropkick Murphys - Walk Away | ] |
So you say you fell in love
And you're gonna get married
Raise yourself a family
How simple life can be
Somewhere it all went wrong
And your plan just fell apart
And you aint got the heart
to finish what you started
Yeah you fell in love
And you went and got married
Had yourself a family
How simple life can be
Somewhere it all went wrong
And your plan just fell apart
And you aint got the heart
to finish what you started
The ones that you loved
The ones that you left behind
The ones that you said you tried to find
They tried to find you
Somewhere it all went wrong
And your plan just fell apart
And you aint got the heart
to finish what you started
You walked out that door
To find out where you belong
To fufill your own selfish dreams
I think you might have forgotton
The ones that you loved
The ones that you left behind
The ones that you said you tried to find
They tried to find you |
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| Patriots fuck off! |
[Jul. 1st, 2007|07:21 pm] |
Finally got to washington in the middle of the night
I couldn't wait
I headed straight for the capitol mall
My heart began to pound
Yahoo! it really exists
The american international pictures logo
I looked up at that capitol building
Couldn't help but wonder why
I felt like saying "hello, old friend"
Walked up the hill to touch it
Then i unzipped my pants
And pissed on it when nobody was looking
Like a great eternal klansman
With his two flashing red eyes
Turn around he's always watching
The washington monument pricks the sky
With flags like pubic hair ringed 'round the bottom
The symbols of our heritage
Lit up proudly in the night
Somehow fits to see the homeless people
Passed out on the lawn
So this is where it happens
The power games and bribes
All lobbying for a piece of ass
Of the stars and stripes of corruption
Makes me feel so ashamed
To be an american
When we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakes
Trying to start another viet nam
Whilke fiddling while rome burns at home
The boss says, "you're laid off. blame the japanese"
"america's back," alright
At the game it plays the worst
Strip mining the world like a slave plantation
No wonder others hate us
And the hitlers we handpick
To bleed their people dry
For our evil empire
The drug we're fed
To make us like it
Is god and country with a band
People we know who should know better
Howl, "america rules. let's go to war!"
Business scams are what's worth dying for
Are the soviets our worst enemy?
We're destroying ourselves instead
Who cares about our civil rights
As long as i get paid?
The blind me-generation
Doesn't care if life's a lie
So easily used, so proud to enforce
The stars and stripes of corruption
Let's bring it all down!
Tell me who's the real patriots
The archie bunker slobs waving flags?
Or the people with the guts to work
For some real change
Rednecks and bombs don't make us strong
We loot the world, yet we can't even feed ourselves
Our real test of strength is caring
Not the toys of war we sell the world
Just carry on, thankful to be farmed like worms
Old glory for a blanket
As you suck on your thumbs
Real freedom scares you
'cos it means responsibility
So you chicken out and threaten me
Saying, "love it or leave it"
I'll get beat up if i criticize it
You say you'll fight to the death
To save your worthless flag
If you want a banana republic that bad
Why don't you go move to one
But what can just one of us do?
Against all that money and power
Trying to crush us into roaches?
We don't destroy society in a day
Until we change ourselves first
From the inside out
We can start by not lying so much
And treating other people like dirt
It's easy not to base our lives
On how much we can scam
And you know
It feels good to lift that monkey off our backs
I'm thankful i live in a place
Where i can say the things i do
Without being taken out and shot
So i'm on guard against the goons
Trying to take my rights away
We've got to rise above the need for cops and laws
Let kids learn communication
Instead of schools pushing competition
How about more art and theater instead of sports?
People will always do drugs
Let's legalize them
Crime drops when the mob can't price them
Budget's in the red?
Let's tax religion
No one will do it for us
We'll just have to fix ourselves
Honesty ain't all that hard
Just put rambo back inside your pants
Causing trouble for the system is much more fun
Thank you for the toilet paper
But your flag is meaningless to me
Look around, we're all people
Who needs countries anyway?
Our land, i love it too
I think i love it more than you
I care enough to fight
The stars and stripes of corruption
Let's bring it all down!
If we don't try
If we just lie
If we can't find
A way to do it better than this
Who will? |
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| Meant to do this Yesterday |
[Apr. 16th, 2007|08:39 pm] |
well, another cycle of the world is complete, for me its the 20th time. I don't feel much different, to tell the truth its feels like i've been 18 for two years. but whatever, it was a good birthday, went shopping with my mom, i got a really cool watch for 20 bucks, two seasons of the Simpsons, 6 and 9 two of the greatest ones, and a video game, Shadow of the Colossus, its pretty cool. going up to Gainesville next week for a birthday celebration, beer and friends corner stone to any party. so enough about me, Kurt Vonnegut died ealier this week, the man was nothing short of a genius he was one the greatest writers to ever pick up a pen, i should really read his other books, i have only Breakfast of Champions which is amazing, if you haven't read it, do so, it'll blow your mindgrapes. also i found out the other other day that two of my best friends are going to New Zealand for the a hwhile, i don't know why i feel bad about them leaving, its not like see them that often anyway, i guess i fell like this because they aren't just a phone call away more, they'll be on the otherside of the frakin world. which is amazing i mean..its fucking New Zealand! They had a chance to go somewhere new and experince something different and get out of this ruttin' country, so good on you guys, i hope you have a damn wonderful time. I love you guys and i'll miss you |
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| Bum, Knickers, Botty, or Wee-Wees |
[Feb. 20th, 2007|10:05 pm] |
so, why is it so hard to get hired at a suck ass part-time job? honestly, how much experience do you need for that? i mean, i tried asking myself these question, but i came up with no answers, so now i'm asking you, my friends..i've put out a lot of applications, so its not like i'm not trying. Too bad this isn't the 40s, and i can't go down to the local factory and say hey, i'm fresh out of highschool, give me a job, no i have to get a job where i need a name tag and a paper hat working for some big asshole corporation taht wants to destroy every mom and pop store there is. well fuck that, i'd rather set my hands and feet on fire before i worked for Wal-Mart. there is one method i haven't tried, resturants, i mean i want to be a chef, i'll start hitting up the local places, no chains, i heard it sucks to cook there.
What happened to all my friends? i know they're at school and being busy and such, but to busy they pick a phone and call and talk for 5 minutes? see how i'm doing, i mean we were pretty close in highschool, i guess once they hit the big time anyone they had connections with who didn't go to college got the axe from their memories. i mean how is that possible? you spend so much time together, had some really great times, then 3 months after you graduate together, boom your gone from their memory like Keiser Sose. Grant who? i mean what the fuck is that about? whatever, i guess they spent to much time at Pod 6 taking lessons in becoming jerks. then there are the ones you try to keep in touch with, you call them and for some reason they're always so busy they can't pick up the phone, not even acknowledgement? just like "Hey i'm kinda busy could you call back in about an hour?" whatever! i'll show them, i'll be the greatest chef they've ever seen! |
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| Maybe its Some Sort of Puppet Cancer |
[Jan. 2nd, 2007|10:19 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Center of the Mind | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Ziggy Stardust | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Foo Fighters - Up in Arms | ] |
well here it is, my first post of 2007, i just spent an awsomely kick ass weekend in Orlando to ring it in. Myabe 07 will be better than 06, i doubt it though, 07 will most likely suck just as hard and as long if not more than 06, i don't know why but i feel like some seriously fucked up shit happening this year, so we'll see what happens, well anyway i'm gonna down a bottle of NyQuil cause i'm sick, the price of partying to hard i guess, well i'm off keep your stick on the ice. |
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