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March 22, 2005]
Hey everyone, add inane_fool  to your friends list because that's gonna be my new LJ. It's friends only and all that good shit. **grins**
I'm gonna delete this one cause its shit.

Bunches of love to you all,
Chellz
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Yes, Yes Another Funny One [
March 22, 2005]
[ mood | amused ]

Oh Tosha....You Make Me WetCollapse )

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Funny Conversation With Sikka [
March 21, 2005]
[ mood | silly ]

What a True Goth is....Collapse )

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Blonde Murder Victim [
March 19, 2005]
[ mood | amused ]

WANTED FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER (the actual AP headline)

Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, was visiting her inlaws, and while there went to a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries. Several people noticed her sitting in her car with the windows rolled up and with her eyes closed, with both hands behind the back of her head. One customer who had been at the store for a while became concerned and walked over to the car. He noticed that Linda's eyes were now open, and she looked very strange. He asked her if she was okay, and Linda replied that she'd been shot in the back of the head, and had been holding her brains in for over an hour. The man called the paramedics, who broke into the car because the doors were locked and Linda refused to remove her hands from her head. When they finally got in, they found that Linda had a wad of bread dough on the back of her head. A Pillsbury biscuit canister had exploded from the heat, making a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot, and the wad of dough hit her in the back of her head. When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains. She initially passed out, but quickly recovered and tried to hold her brains in for over an hour until someone noticed and came to her aid.

And, yes, Linda is a blonde.

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The Theory On Hell [
March 19, 2005]
[ mood | amused ]

A Theory On Hell


The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term:

"Is Hell exothermic [gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Support your answer with a proof."

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools off when it expands and heats up when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So, we need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand as souls are added. This gives two possibilities.

1) If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2) Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Ms. Therese Banyan during my Freshman year "That it will be a cold night in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then (2) cannot be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic.

The student got the only A.

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Staying Home [
March 16, 2005]
[ mood | blah ]

I didn't go to school today. I missed my bus, my mom was making a big deal about it so I told her I'd stay home and clean house. Which I have yet to do. Instead I've been laying in bed watching movies , that I downloaded, all day. So yeah, I should go clean now.

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Random Parts of A Good Book [
March 14, 2005]
[ mood | blah ]

The following excerpts are from The Me Nobody Knew by Shannon McLinden.


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Girls are vicious. If one girl is upset and jealous, you can bet 10 more will join the bandwagon by the end of the day. There were more female fights then male fights at my school. And these were not so-called cat fights. One girl was usually wearing brass knuckles, and the two girls would just beat the hell out of each other. I could have sworn I'd get an ulcer from worrying about whether I'd get beat up.

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Things all around just never seemed to go my way. And every one of those things piled in my mind like junk stuffed in a closet, just, waiting for the door to open so it could tumble out in a ferocious wave.
Alcohol made it easier for me to talk to people about my feelings. Starting in seventh grade, my friends and I would sneak liquor out of our parents' wine cabinets and bring it in hair spray bottles to our slumber parties. Someone would alwyas pull out a pack of cigarettes, and we smoked and drank and talked about who the good-looking boys were. Eventually we'd all pass out on the floor.

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Yes, it is true. When we have suffered so much, we have started to die. We just get tired, so tired. And as I learned - we are reborn.

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I liked everybody and everybody seemed to like me. Seemed is the important word here, though, because you never knew, when your back was turned, what opinions would be rudely whispered about you.

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"Shannon," somebody tell me with a bucket of sarcasm, "Kari and Jill saw Nikki stare you down this morning. They said you said you saw Nikki kiss Scott last week, and Nikki is pissed. She said Scott said not to tell anyone and she told you because she thought you wouldn't tell anyone and you did and now Scott is mad and his girlfriend found out and now she's mad at Nikki so Nikki said she is going to kick your ass."
Did you understand that? Neither did I. What a freaking mess. No wonder I was a basket case.

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Days after nights like that, sometimes Amy and I would skip school. We would get to school, walk through the front doors, and stop. We'd look around and say, "I don't feel like being her. Let's leave." Then we'd walk to my house and call our moms at work. We'd tell them we didn't feel well and they needed to call the school.
We weren't really lying. Amy and I skipped when we were depressed. We couldn't have concentrated anyway. How can you enjoy English when you don't enjoy waking up in the morning?

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I particularly recall one time, seeing so much blood on this one poor girl. How can I watch someone suffer like this and not try to stop the fight? The scene seemed to move in slow motion, the sound blurred. As the crowd moved on with the fight, I stood still, felling them push past me. And I threw up. Right there on the curb. I deserve this. What kind of person have I become?

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Well, fighting was the least of our bad actions. Most of what my friends and I did was in secret. Parents had no idea. My friends were football players. cheerleaders, honor roll students. I was even voted student of the month! To most parents, we were all poster children for wholesomeness. But secretly, we were the bad crowd.
It's true, some other kids were worse. There were plenty of dropouts,hardcore law breakers, "juvie" junkies. But we had access to those people, and to the alcohol, acid, speed, and marijuana they always seemed to have around. We knew older losers, too - bar owners, and people who made or sold drugs.
We were the kind of kids that parents would have warned their kids against - had they known. We had the grades, the activities, and the cahrm that made us seem like the "good kids." At heart, we were good kids. We just wanted to fit in. We wanted to be the best(which was usually the worst): the best drunk, the best fighter, the best partier.

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At school, fights were scheduled as usual. Every now and then some got kicked out of class for making crude jokes, letting off fart bombs, or swearing at the teacher. Meanwhile, teachers never saw the guys and girls popping speed into their moths like it was Luden's cough drops, or the people hanging out in the bathroom between classes, swinging from pocket-sized bottles of Jim Beam or smoking hand-rolled weed.

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That same week, my friend Tricia got off her bus and walked to her locker with a sort of glazed-over look in her eyes. She had her hands clasped behind her neck like she was stressed or something. When she dropped her hands out from under her long hair, we could see strips of blood soaked gauze around her wrists, dangling where she'd unwrapped them. She fell to the ground, crying. We all knew Tricia's father hit her a lot and told her she was worthless. Still, we never thought she'd try to commit.

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Tell me not to worry.
Tell me not to cry.
Tell me joy won't go away.
Promise dreams don't die.

Tell me that I'm pretty.
Tell me not to frown.
Tell me I'm not ugly.
Promise I can stand my ground.

Tell me that I can/
Tell me that I should.
Tell me to always stand.
Promise you knew I could.

Tell me death won't live.
Tell me life won't die.
Tell me to take what I give.
Promise you'll teach me to try.

Tell me where my futer ends.
Tell me of later plans.
Tell me where the road bends.
Promise to tell me what you can.

~ Shannon McLainden
A plea from a 12-yr-old me to the 21-yr-old me I thought I'd never become.

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Funny Conversations..... [
March 11, 2005]
[ mood | amused ]

The Mighty Gothic PimpCollapse )

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Oh man...... [
March 11, 2005]
[ mood | <<<this face...made me laugh ]

Mindless Self Indulgence
Culture Room
Ft Lauderdale, FL
Sat, 04/23/05




I'm fucking going to that. Either that one, or the one in Tampa the night before. But, damn oh man, I'm so going. I'll walk if I have to. No lie.

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What My Birth Month Reveals About Me [
March 10, 2005]
[ mood | impressed ]

September
Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisureand traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.





Amazingly most of the above is true.

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Oh Man...So Sexy [
March 8, 2005]
[ mood | dead tired ]

So, I'm sitting here thinking......


And then I picture a purple hippopotamus in pink lingerie.


And, damn....that was so fucking sexy.

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Okay.... [
March 5, 2005]
[ mood | happy ]

So...I said I'd go into depth on my Friday night with Tosha. But, I was looking at her entry and she basically put in all the details...so I'm making this easier on myself and just telling you to either

A) go to her journal,  breakmeheart
or
B) CLICK THIS LINK HERE

 
Peace out all, I'm going to hang out with Snookums some more.
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One Awesome Friday Night [
March 5, 2005]
[ mood | bouncy ]

So......my original plans didn't work out tonight. But that's okay, cause I didn't expect them to for some reason. **shrugs** So, I dumped my original plans and decided to stay home cause I was tired. Then, I started talking to Tosha and she wanted to go out tonight. I then suggested the movies.  We made sudden, last minute plans and, surprise, surprise it all worked out.

Question: How come it seems that the last minute plans always work out better then the actual planned out plans??

Anywho, back to my story. So, we wanted to see The Jacket. But that didn't work out. So then we went to see Cursed. And that was one of  the stupidest movies I ever seen. But that's okay cause it was friggon hilarious.  Ya know, one of those movies that suck so bad that it's funny. That you love because it's so stupid.

Tosha and me are buying it for each other.

Oh yeah, and we made a Darlene.

He kicked soooooo much booty.

There is so much more to this story but my head hurts. I'm exhausted. I'll write more tomorrow if I feel like it.  Just a few more things to say.....

~ Tosha, we finally got alone time.
    + And it was friggon priceless.
~ exactly $13.00
~ Thumbs up, High Fives.
~ LIAR!!!!!!!!!!!
~ We shall hang out tomorrow.
~ Definately one of the best times I've had in a while.
~ Darlene.....Darlene.....Darlene.
~ Did you enjoy your big,hard,juicy pickle?
~ Anorexic 13 year olds.

I'm out, I'm tired, like I said before, More later.

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I'm So Getting A Tongue Piercing [
March 3, 2005]
[ mood | cheerful ]

You scored as Tongue Piercing. You're a naughty person aren't you? Being with you is probably lots and lots of fun. You're probably totally pimpin' too. Good for you, good for you.

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Tongue Piercing

90%

Cartilage Piercing

70%

Nipples

70%

Dirty Piercings

60%

Nose Piercing

60%

Labret Piercing

60%

Earlobe Piercing

50%

Belly Button Piercing

50%

Lip Piercing

40%

What Piercing Are You?
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Yeah.... [
March 3, 2005]
[ mood | HAHA.....naughty ]

That's right. I'm cool. You're not.

deal with it.


Oh hush....I'm only kidding.
I'm not that cool.
Or self centered.
If I was.....I give you permission to kill me.


Anyways....thought this was interesting....

"In addition, when a person denies their emotions and does not express them appropriately other symptoms such as headaches, back pain, irritable colon etc. are commonly appear."

Ha....did you know that? Cause I sure as hell didnt. So yeah, I'm giving it another shot at my slow down on the cussing thing. If you notice me cussing alot then I give you permission to hit me. Nothing brutal now, just a slap on the arm or some shit.

Oh woops....look at that.....I said a bad word.

How naughty.......

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Sleep Deprived [
February 23, 2005]
[ mood | drained ]

Ya know....I think I'm going to try and get out of going to school tomorrow. Cause things haven't been so great at that place lately. And I don't really feel like dealing with it. And I'm tired. Even though I had a 5 hour "nap" today....I'll be going to bed in a few minutes too. Cause I'm just really tired.

And I don't update here too often, so yeah. Figured I'd provide you with an update.

Oh well, this week has been better than last week. So, I guess that's something.

Anywho, I'm gonna go watch this movie that I downloaded and then go to bed I guess.

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Gay Rights [
February 20, 2005]
[ mood | content ]

Hello there,

Please take a few seconds out of your time and sign the following petitions for same-sex marriages. It will only take a minute of your time. Thank you.

Million For Marriage

and

FUCK THE GOVERNMENT! STAND UP FOR WHAT'S RIGHT!


 

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Awesome Song [
February 17, 2005]
[ mood | calm ]

"Broken Wings"

in a dream i spent a day with you
in a carriage bought by blood
the clouds were singing songs of fear and lose
and they cut me down to size
and they cut me down to size

broken wings
have a home tonight
no one is listening, no one is listening
when darkness fell on the streets last night
never expected, we never expected this

in a perfect world, i'd never know your name
and do we even know it when we die
or will death just pass us by
please just pass us by

broken wings
have a home tonight
no one is listening, no one is listening
when darkness fell on the streets last night
never expected, we never expected this

when all this pain is justified
while all the time is passing by
now is when we clenched our fists
knowing we can fight through this
the hours and days are gone
the weeks and months are moving on
can't they see that's nothing gonna stop us now

broken wings
have a home tonight
no one is listening, no one is listening
when darkness fell on the streets last night
never expected, we never expected this






›››Click Here To Hear‹‹‹

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When Weekends Suck [
February 13, 2005]
[ mood | blah ]

 

You find interesting things..........

 

http://angelana.bravehost.com/edsofcelebs.html

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Cool Word [
February 13, 2005]
[ mood | calm ]

CHILLAX


The Art Of SeductionCollapse )
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