That's right. It's been about 70 + hours since I've been able to sleep. I've had insomnia for a while, but it's never been more then 2 days since I've slept. Since I'm tired and wired at the same time, and there's nothing to do I guess I'll let you in on what I've been doing with this wonderful time I've been having not being able to sleep.

Over the course of the last 9 hours I've taken 6 sleeping pills to no avail. I'm going to stop before I fuck myself up. I've been using 3DS Max a lot. I've probably spent half this time practicing modeling just to delete it when I'm satisfied with it. I think I'm getting better.

I've also been looking for a job. I must have applied to every place in a 10 mile radius. Hopefully I'll get a call from those fuckers at Pell Grant about a college grant soon.

I walked to the store to get a pack of cigarettes and while I was standing in line this big guy about my age cut in front of me. I said "Good try, buddy." and cut back in front of him. He gave me a look like I killed his grandmother and said "Get the fuck back.", tried to get back in front. I looked up at him and said "Ever had your ass kicked by someone littler then you?" and took my place back. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking threatening someone so big, but to my amazement it worked and he quietly submitted. Maybe the lack of sleep put me in a different state of mind.

I've been working out, too. A couple weeks ago I started doing 30 push-ups at night, but got the idea to do one more every night. I just did 50 earlier. I'm still a skinny 130 pound nerd with a Jew-Fro.

I broke my glass pipe, so I had an epiphany. If I put the thin p mouth piece into my bong, I could use that. (The glass bowl for my bong broke a while back.) It worked! I must be a freakin' genius.

So, have you ever had insomnia, and if so what did you do to get to sleep? I'll try anything short of sucking dick at this point.

At 11/10/09 07:19 AM, AlkaSeltzer wrote: Who the fuck performs that kind of revenge when they don't receive free IT help?

That's what I was thinking. Now every time I'm solving solving a problem with my own computer I'll be thinking of that. Oh well. At least I'm fairly sure they'll be going to jail for it.

At 11/10/09 06:34 AM, Sizzlebuzz wrote: Does this mean you're already an uncle?

Nope. My sister has 2 kids, but the damn government won't let me call myself their uncle. I haven't filled out the correct paaper work, had a drug test, a physical and swore my allegiance to them.

At 11/8/09 04:39 PM, Falonefal wrote: With Sytze I once had a conversation about the 10 dimensions and how we are placed in those dimensions.
We had talked about how every next dimension from the 3rd one would be like, it was a very interesting conversation which went on to if we could step over to the next dimension and how it would be like and that conversation actually still hasn't ended yet, we still talk about it sometimes.

Funny. I'm actually reading a book about this now, and just got through a part about conceiving other dimensions. It went something like this.

If we were to step into the second dimension, the 2-d people wouldn't see us as 3-d people. They would see us as "cross sections": weird 2-d shapes representing out toes, that branch out to our feet, then legs, ect. I don't want to get into it too much. The book is called "Imagining the tenth dimension" by Rob Bryanton

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I've heard of some kind of drug that doesn't do anything to your mind, but for the rest of the day you'll see little black spiders fucking EVERYWHERE! I forget what it's called, but it's supposed to be some kind of pill. Ever heard of it? Because if it's not too dangerous I'd like to try it. I like spiders. :D

Not long ago, while at a friend's house playing some Gears 2 online I got a call from his parents in the other room. They said their computer was "acting weird" and they thought I'd be able to fix it. (It's come up before that I'm slightly more computer savvy then the white trash in my neighborhood.) Turns out they just had a case of the spyware that needed removal. I showed them how to download a malware removal tool and how to run it.

They must have mentioned this to THEIR friends because the next time I was over, they asked me to check out their desktop (which they brought to the house with them) because it was "also acting weird". They had the same problem, so I gave them the same solution. I removed the spyware, told them how to do it themselves, and went on with my day.

A few days later I got a call from the friend. Goes as follows.

Me: Hey.
Friend's dad: Hey, (people's names) are having a problem with their computer again. Do you mind helping?
Me: (Thinking" What, again already?") I guess so. I was probably gonna come over anyway.

Same problem, only this time there was porn all over the place. I ran the program, once again told them in great detail how to fix it themselves, and even put the spyware removal tool's icon smack dab in the center of the desktop so they wouldn't miss it.

This went on for a while until I got tired of wiping their ass and told them next time they're on their own and not to ask me to fix it again. Sure enough, a week later I got a call.

Apparently they had bought some kind of disc at the flea market and by some miracle of God they got a virus. I told them it's their problem and hung up.

They didn't like that, because for some reason or another that made the police and child services think I'm a drug dealer, my mother sits on the porch and smokes crack all day, my dad beats my crack head mother, my sister has sex with every guy in the universe, and her 4 ear-old daughter runs around the neighborhood alone, and naked.

5-0 found out the whole story was complete bullshit and now they're on trial for filing multiple false reports to police and child services and whatnot. That's the last time I help a fucking redneck.

Since he's already going to punch you, you might as well fuck his girlfriend. Or at least tell everyone you did. That's what I'd do.

At 11/3/09 11:44 PM, Mostasteless wrote: i just tried it in internet explorer. i was expecting pop-ups everywhere and a computer crash. instead i only got 1 pop-up which is kinda weird.

Probably a bad idea. I went to the site and just for tits and giggles, opened the pop up. Then I got a warning from my antivirus program.

Sure, some factories might turn a blind eye to a few bugs here and there, but you'd think they'd do the best they can to remove them. One time I found some kind of string in a can of chicken noodle soup. I can only guess it was a feather or something that wasn't removed and cot cut up.

At 10/10/09 05:17 PM, YouLostTheGame wrote: Is it just me, or is Tallahassee the Brock Sampson of zombie films?

I found myself thinking that too.

Anyway I think Zombieland is my new favoite movie... Well it's close between that and District which is a nice change because '09 seemed to be a bad year for movies.

Inglorious Basterds amirite?

I wouldn't say that's typography, more like itallic text. Typography can be normal text formated to look nice. Kind of like those Ford commercial narrated by Denis Leary.

More linkage

Because I can't really tell what you're trying to say (Lern 2 tipe lulz!) I'm assuming you're asking what it is. Wikipedia.

At 10/21/09 06:19 PM, Tykwa wrote: lives in New Jersey,

Oh, God.

Then why didn't you wait until tomorrow to post this topic? No one is going to pay $5 for something if thy don't know what they're going to get.

Seizures could be one thing. But it could also be a bandwidth problem. One frame=less space.

At 10/19/09 06:58 AM, iamgrimreaper wrote: He's Filipino, I believe. AND NO, IT'S NOT CAUSE HE'S FILIPINO.

The secret's out now, RACIST! You know, not all Filipino's are Pedophiles... Only about 31% of them.

Doesn't really piss me off, but it annoys the Hell outta' me.

The inside of a bag of popcorn, and the paper wrap that butter comes in.

I knew it was going to suck when I realized there were no clips from the actual movie in the previews, just (Probably fake) reaction shots of the audience.

Bullocks, I say! It's not like people can't help being fat. It's a life choice. If I walked down the street with a swastika on my shirt I wouldn't expect people not to say anything. Fat people just have to live with it and maybe go on a diet.

John Caporulo. If you ccan deal with his annoying voice, he's REALLY funny.

Every time I see that on Yahoo, I read it in Bill Lumburg's voice.

I "sag" a little. Not enough to expose my ass, because I wear a shirt, but if I took off my shirt you would definatly see my underwear line and maybe a little tiny bit more. I don't do it to look cool either. I find it un comfortable when my waist is being constricted.

At 6/22/09 09:24 PM, dontkillkenny42 wrote:

At 6/22/09 09:14 PM, tuckerton296 wrote: one time in preschool i spilled milk over my apnts and asked my grandfather to bring me new underwhere in. my unckle who lives with my grand father brough me voer my grandfathers underwhere. i ahd to ware it and no one realised it
fyi my grandfather lives across the streen from me and my parents

You spell like you are still in preschool....

Even pre-schoolers can spell better then that. He must be dyslexic. Dno't wrory. Dyslexic's the are siht.

At 6/22/09 09:05 PM, SoulMaster71 wrote:

At 6/22/09 07:17 PM, squidly wrote: Custodia was founded in B.C. 2101 while cleaning was happening.

What happen that I can't find it on a map?

The same reason you can't fine Persia or Siam on a map. It's gottens a name change. No one knows for sure where it is, but some believe it's now Mexico... Which I find slightly ironic.

At 6/22/09 06:49 PM, Gooch wrote: I never knew your name was Daniel. Awesome.

What is your name Daniel, too. If so, creepy. Because The first name I always pick for accounts on anything onine is Gooch. I wanted to make my NG name Gooch, but some cockjockey already took it.

Have you ever had a time in your life, where you are wrong, and completely being an asshole thinking you're totally in the right? I've had plenty. The best I can remember occured in elementary school:

Every, every, fucking EVERY janito in my school was Mexican. Everyone referred to them as "custodians". Because of this, my frail little 6 year-old or so mind believed that "Custodian" was an ethnicity. So on the day in class (Geography class, I assume) where we all had to write a list of every place in the world we knew about, (Hey, it was first grade) guess who wrote "Custodia" on his paper. Lil' ol'me. Well actually it was probably more like "kusstodya", what with me being too young to be able to spell mythical, magical sounding places correctly.

My teacher questioned me about it. "Daniel, I've never heard of a place called Custodia before." But that's where allo the people in the hallway come from, right?" She asked me what I meant, and I politely answered, "The Custodians"

That's the only time in my life I've ever seen a teacher laugh out loud at a stupid answer.

Share yours.

At 6/19/09 04:28 PM, Cybersief wrote:

At 6/19/09 04:24 PM, SK8ninja wrote: I won a scholarship for a boarding school called Newtown in Waterford (I'm Irish)

You 'won' one? Don't you mean earned?

Actually, a lot of schools hold academic contests and give out scholarships to the winner. The only way to really earn one is if you have a skill the school needs, which is why people get into college on football scholarships.

Hey, guys. I must be extremely lucky, because every 2 weeks I win hundereds of dollars from the Wal Mart I work at. And to think I've never even entered a contest. But don't tell them that. ;)

At 6/16/09 12:26 AM, Imaku wrote: I live right beside a bit-lower-quality-than-your-average trailer park. Cardboard "for sale" signs on trucks that nobody wants, and a whole lot of dogs chained up on a small chain. They also steal my mail.

At least dogs in your neighborhood are on chains. I'm always seeing pit bulls roaming the streets and white trash/wigger hybrids yelling at each other from across the street. And as for the trucks with cardboard signs... We don't do that 'round these parts. 50% of my neighborhood is covered by woods full of broken down, rusted cars and rednecks with fishing poles trying to catch a quick meal. (And by quick meal, I mean Brim and Garr.) Oh and, the "fishing spots" are man-made streams and retention ponds. There also Cryps in my neighborhood, all of which are in middle school, and I even know of a couple who are "goth" (Yes, wigger/white reash/ cryp/ goth superfags. Well, I'm done bitching about my neighborhood. I'm going to bed. I'll probably be back in about a month, or tomorrow, depending on if I care enough to see if there are any new replies here.

I love you guys. <3.14

At 6/15/09 11:43 PM, EggSnake wrote: I got fired from a convenience store for selling to a minor on an extreme work week. I needed that money because I had a colon infection for 2 years, leaving me with no money, then I had a scholarship to MSSU from a high ACT score (perfect by the way), but lost that because I missed too many days first semester, then I tried to buy a car from my parents, paid 1200 out of 2000 dollars and they turn around and sell it to some auto repairman for 700 dollars. Now I am living here with them trying to get the money back, which I won't because they are scum, and I have no car, no one will hire me, and I have no life.

So fuck it. Buy the fucking trailer.

Wow, your life sucks. I thought I had it bad. Oh well. At least I know my dad wont turn around and try o fuck me for 2 erasons. 1) He needs the money, and wants me at least out of THIS house. 2) He can't fuck me if he's turned around.

So, it should come as no surprise that I live in a tralor... with my parents. But I may be getting a trailor owned by my dad. I wont be paying for the actual redneckbox, because it's already paid for, but I'll be paying $250 a month for the lot. Here's a little backstory on the piece of shit.

I lived in it with my family from the time I was 12 until I was about 15. Then we moved on to greener pastures. (Buying a trailor from my dad's friend and, I assume since he's got his nose so far up his ass, gay lover.) Once we got all our shit moved, my older sister moved in with her boyfriend, and lived there for about a year. They couldn't handle the ultra-heavy load on $250/month between the two of them so they got evicted (Yes, by our father.) My brother moved in shortly after, but now he's fucking up on his rent.(He's got no job and he's not really looking for one.) Now I've got the chance to move in there. I wonder how long I'll last.

If you're wondering what shape the trailor's in..... Well, it's a fucking trailor.

I'm thinking I might let my brother stay with me for a while, since he's got a baby and his babymomma... well, there's a few things wrong with her. I won't go into too much detail, but no one likes her. Not even my brother, the father of her child.

I might also bring a friend into the equation to help with rent/utilities/hookers.

My question to you fuckers: Why does mommy drink so much?

TL;DR - I set my own house on fire, and now I'm moving into a trailor park.