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Name: Corey
Birthday: 2/16/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: I am interested in interesting things. Music, movies, these are my bread and butter, but not simply listening to and watching them.
Expertise: I play the guitar, though I don't profess to be any good at it. I sing, though I don't profess to be able to very well. I like to write, though I don't profess to be a literature professor...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Computers (Software)
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
1/13/2005
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| Lemme asplain to you what I have decided:
I am the goddam coolest f'in person on the entire freakin' planet.
Lemme tell you why:
I don't know. You know. Look deep in your heart. You'll understand.
I'm pretty sure I'm the savior of the wastes, too. So like...if zombies, ninjas, nazis, suicide bombers, Jehova's Witnesses, people named Floyd, or any combination of above threats start overrunning your town, you know who to call:
ME, motherfucker. Hell yes. I KILL PEOPLE. WITH A STICK. A...LIKE...SOME KIND OF...DEATH STICK. YES.
MUHAHAHAHAHA! FIVE LITTLE PUPPETS STROLL ALONG A FENCE, EATING THEIR CURDS AND WHEY! ALONG CAME A SPIDER AND A WITCH GOT INSIDE HER AND PREGNANT GINGERBREAD MEN WENT "YAY"
FEEL THE WRATH OF MY GROWING INSANITY!!! I NEED SCISSORS! 61!!! | | |
| Writing article summaries is stupid.
I just thought I'd point that out.
Fortunately, I have coffee.
Ooh, and ALCOHOL!
Coffee and liquor = never done papers quicker
Okay that's a lie.
Have you ever needed to write six short papers in one day?
I like the cartoon Home Movies. It's funny. You should watch it.
Charlize Theron is not very attractive. Mostly, she's just so-so.
Also, she's a bad choice for the Aeon Flux movie. She doesn't even really look like the girl from that.
But you people have probably never even seen the cartoon. Yeah. You know why? Cause you're stupid! Stop looking at me like that! Don't judge me! Get off your throne, you....PERSON!!!
YOU DON'T KNOW ME!
YOU DON'T KNOW MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE | | |
| RANDOM CONVERSATIONS!!!!!!
(taken from various instant messenger conversations I had this evening)
(I was in one of those crazy moods)
(like...really crazy)
(...really.)
(btw, I never really talk to these people)
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me: hoobah
them: yo
me: buy my hot peppered sausages!
them: ummmmm
me: they're good with cheeses and various dipping sauces!
only $599,999,999,999.99 plus $1.01 shipping and handling
them: so.....
me: and, if you order now, you get a free plastic spatula!
me: it's great for spatulating things!
them: interesting
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me: what the hell does that mean
me: your computer is broken?
them: (autoresponse) broken.
me: or you are broken?
me: if your computer were broken, it's hard to conceive how you'd still be logged in
me: hmm...perhaps your signal got caught in an infinite time flux...just AS the computer broke
me: which means that somewhere on campus...
me: there must be a way to relive the same five seconds over and over again by simply standing in
one spot!
me: then I could just put someone there, and DEGENERATE their brain into that of a goldfish!
me: that would save me all the trouble of trying to figure out why transplanting the goldfish's brain
into a human simply results in a pile of dead bodies in my closet
me: YOU'RE A GENIUS!
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me: you are not in class
me: you are a liar
me: I shall destroy your soul from the inside
me: by pulling the magic loose soul thread
me: soon your soul will unravel and I shall make a comfy sweater from it
me: muhahahahahahahahaha
me: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
weeee
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This has been a pleasant divulgence into the lighter side of the twisted mind of Corey. Thank you
and have a nice day.
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| So here is a story...
Amongst my wanderings of the soul, my favorite, and perhaps most insightful, seem to take place whenever I am amidst the land...i.e. - walking.
Especially, it seems, when I am walking in or near woodland.
So today, as I walked to my psychology 111 class, I was struck with a beat in my mind. A pleasant beat as well, which led to an even more pleasant, slightly reggae song, which I must say was to my own astonishment as most of my songs have more than a touch of...sadness in them. Occasionally they are also known to be angry.
Anyway, as I trekked along the path which takes me to class more often than the bus (I seem to just like walking, I guess), I came upon a spot in the path in which stands a small yet sturdy old tree.
This part of the path has always interested me, because it is the only spot in the path where there seems to be a good stretch of grass not just along the path but forming a small clearing around the bottom of the tree. I've never been able to explain it, but this part of the path has always had a bit of a pleasant...vibe to it, for lack of a better word. It would seem better to say that the clearing, along with the tree itself, seems to emanate some kind of homey feeling, as though it would make you feel like you were at home with your mother, somewhere between the ages of five and nine, watching her pull cookies out of the oven with a hot mitt.
Today, however, it wasn't just my passing sixth sense that occupied this spot, it was a small family of seemingly orphaned young deer. Five of them, as memory serves. They were dining upon the grass and small nuts that were scattered upon the ground around the base of the tree.
As I walked up the path, coming ever closer to the deer as they ate, I was stunned by the fact that they were not running away. Not only that, they seemed incredibly content to remain eating as I watched them. I almost thought I could see that same childhood happiness of my mother and the cookies in the eyes of the three smaller ones. They seemed utterly at peace with the world.
I came to a dead stop not four feet away from these deer, and I received not much more attention than a curious, friendly glance or two in my direction. The oldest fawn watched me for a minute or two with gentle eyes, but gave no sign of fear.
For a moment, I had the notion of trying to come closer, to touch them, but it seemed almost sacriligious. Disrespectful to the little slice of peace that these deer and I had both discovered and were sharing at the moment.
I walked on to my class.
Later, when I was returning from my class, which let out early for some reason which I immediately forgot, I found myself approaching the spot again.
The deer were gone, as I expected they would be. No doubt scared off by someone or something else. Still, I heard myself sighing at the fact that I had hoped they would still be there.
Before I moved on, I did something rather strange, though for some reason it seemed the only appropriate thing to do:
I walked over to the tree, looked around at the grass, and placed my forehead against the dark brown bark.
Then I left, reluctantly, thinking I would miss the tree.
The only way to describe the feeling that I got when I placed my head upon that tree would be to say that the feeling was something akin to the feeling you get when you realize someone actually loves you. Not when they say it, or when they do something to try to prove it, but when the realization actually HITS you, and you think, "Wow, this is love."
That tree was love. I don't understand it, and I'll probably be accused of being a God Damned hippie...
But that's what it was, and that's all. | | |
| Ugh. Yet another crappy morning.
Not much to say, other than the fact that I am now addicted to Cookie Crisp...
Don't tell my mom, though. She'd give birth to a bovine creature if she knew I was eating such an unhealthy cereal.
So...like... I just found out today what stacie was talking about with the whole... New Orleans thing. Yeah...apparently the whole city's flooded and has been for awhile. That's...kinda weird.
Anyway, I'ma go eat some little cookies in my bowl fulla milk and revel in their tastiness.
Catch y'all later. | | |
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