ratboy27

you know what i dont think i like livejournal.

mainly because i forgot my password, so dont expect anything from me anymore, not like you saw much anyways...

but, um, ya i guess bye

haven't updated for a while

there... thats better

wang chung

i hate wang chung

they are a new wave 80's band

EVERYBODY WANG CHUNG TONIGHT!

been a while since ive updated

just to keep you guys on the know:
I have:
2194 songs
140 hours and 31 minutes of music
roughly 5.854 days

FUCK THAT I HATE HARD ROCK! and metallica sucks my nutsack


Heavy metal! You rock! It's mostly about the
music instead of lyrics for you...but you
channel most of the emotion through the lyrics!
Mosh pit for you! Just be careful you don't
give yourself a concussion with so much
headbanging...

im hot, im hotter than hot
for all y'all who are not
too bad, you had your chance
now watch me do my crip dance

this morning a picnic basket cam eiwht wine and cheese and all this shit

i had some cheese and crackers and wine with my mom

i like getting drunk with my mom cause its fun

you guys should definitely try it, its SO worth it

let me tellyou guys what happened this week. i was pretty much high this whole week, and yes that includes during school hours. so this whole week i spent a massive amount of money on snacks at the student store during nutrition, that shits hot off the hook bitch ass fakies! i dont know what the fuck im saying. get back to your work you nerds! im going to wait till my sister gets home so i can drink with my mom again, cause its really fun. i drank a bottle of wine with her in france, and that was funny because she got more fucked up than me and i was just havin a good time. its hard to navigate metro in france while your fucked up.

look fools

im a crazy mofo
when people see me they say don why you such a crazy mofo
i just tilt my head and grab my nutsack
they respond with a whimper

thats right bitches.

i checked my profile today and realized that i havent changed it in a long ass time, but i really like the family guy quote i have on it, so im going to save it by putting it up here

Lois: So, Brian how was your day?

Brian: My day! Un-freaking-believeable! First, we nailed this bastard who had the gall to hide his stuff in his daughter's doll. Her DOLL for G-d's sake! Wheres the line anymore? Well i got news for you, its, its, its not even on the radar screen, the days of decency and virtue are gone honey. BAM! Freaking evaporated like a dingy, stinking, mud puddle, one day you see your reflection in it, and the next day its a, its, its a damn oil spot on your cracked driveway, staring back at you mocking you, blah blah blah, knowing the perverted truth and rot in the pit of your soul, thats how my freaking day was.

Peter: You know what i havent had in time? Big league chew.


im not going to click "detect music now" because i dont want you guys to know what im listening to.

keep checking my AIM profile for updates

shits been bad for a while but this weekend i have decided to something drastic

as many of you may or may not know, i am really good with computers, and i am told that i have my own computer company, so if you guys ever need anything for your computers, or preferrably a new computer, just ask me.
relating to that, i have decided to take on building a computer for my car.
i have opened up the insides of my car and am realizing that this will take a lot of electric work and a little bit of money. im going to put a touchscreen in the front console where my cd player is right now and its going to be amazing when its finished.
now i will be able to have a computer follow me everywhere and i know i will always be safe.

wish me luck and if you guys would like to donate to the fund, any help is appreciated.

thats right bitches i have a first period and do you know what it is! PE!

thats right i fucking failed PE and im going to take a semester of first period PE.
BUT!! theres nothing wrong with that listen to this!:
reasons why this is to my benefit:

1. im stumbling upon an hour i never had in my day before. this is an all new hour i wonder what i will do with it.
2. the traffic on my way to school isnt going to be that bad, therefore i dont even have to wake up that early. only around 6:30 AM.
3. Carters a stoner
4. I plan on smoking everyday before school just to even out the spread.
5. i dont have a seventh period
6. now i have one more thing to complain about to my kids about high school
7. i have a reason to hate ms. zylberberg even more
8. i get to put my alarm clock on 6:30 now
9. i have one more reason to hate my life
10. blah bliddy blah blah

those are the ten reasons that this first period is good, now stick a fork in me done.

is senior ditch day tomorrow or friday, will the few friends that ihave please let me know i have been getting different people telling me different things.


and yes.... i am listening to flogging molly, quite nostalgic really.

ive had a horrible week. there is nothing to make it feel better. everyday something bad happened. the only good part of this week was great white and there is one person that knows what that is and he will probably never read this. im not bitter. i realize that now there is nowhere to go but up, but i know that something else is going to happen, something big. im ready for it, hit me with your fucking best shot.

continuation of my coke story:


i woke up the next morning in a drunken hallucinative daze. i shoved myself up from my mattres and laid there in a push-up position staring at my sweat-soaked pillow wondering why i hadnt vomited. i pushed myself up off the bed and sat on the edge and found the magical peyote that i didnt eat the night before. i ran to the bathroom to throw up water and found that i, in fact, had vomited and unknowingly walked to the bathroom in my drunken, drug-induced sleep and threw up in the toilet, i just had forgotten to flush. i went back to the piece of peyote


i picked it up and the skin that kept it cupped in my hand began to wither away and my blood had turned to a bright blue. in order to stop the hallucination i ate the piece of peyote. a few hours passed and the high withered down, mainly because of the reruns of growing pains i was watching. later that night

i met the new love of my life tonight. speed. speed is good to me. it makes me go fast and makes my skin turn a polar pale. i ran to the embankment on the corner of piccadilly and right across from the topshop, i had suddenly gotten into london. i took the underground to pakistan and i married a beautiful french woman that was there to buy camels. i was reluctant to ask about the camels for she seemed sensitive when people asked about the things she rode on. she asked me if i had ever tried meth. i answered hesitantly with a awkward affirmation. i noticed that she dropped a vile filled with some sort of liquid so i offered to get it for her. i went to pick it up and by the time i turned around she was gone and nowhere to be seen, i was in the desert at the time. i smelled what was in the vile, it was the familiar scent of lsd, so i drank it. my eyes sunk back into my head and i passed out. i woke up hours earlier and ran to france to see the mysterious woman. she was waiting for me under the eifel tower with some meth. we consumed the meth and i smoked a few rocks of crack that i had left over from my trip back from pakistan. i laid with her on top of the eifel tower at four in the morning so no one could have seen, not like we wouldve minded anyways

i woke hours earlier and found myself in my room, the peyote still on the floor, pillow still wet, the taste of vomit lining the insides of my cheeks.
i had the french womans number on my hand, i know for a fact it wasnt a dream

im digging these stories, so heres some more
No drugs this time


I stood on the corner waiting for the cars to clear up so i can sprint across the crowded street knowing that i would procrastinate the next moves i made with deliberate caution. I got across the street and did just as i had promised myself, i stood there waiting for the pain to leave my body. I crept a few inches across the pavement making sure not to trip and kill myself over the pebbles of asphalt that cover the ground. i suddenyl jolt my forehead further thatn the rest of my body and let my face linger in its own hue. i grabbed my stomach and clenched my abs till my nails began to hurt. i manuevered myself to a bush where i could cover myself more easily but my efforts were futile. my stomach had already began to turn. water spewed out of my mouth like a delta faucet. i stopped it and knelt to the ground soaking my knees in my own filth until the acid began to sting my scratched knee caps. i shared the pain with the most important person in my life at the time, my reflection. you see i was standing next to one of those new business buildings that have been invading our part of the world for several years now. it started with a few starbucks and a mcdonalds but now 80 story business buildings had been built to accomodate and compliment the fast food joints. i stared at the tinted windows knowing that anybody could be staring back at me, laughing, hopefully laughing, thank god i made another joke. hope he found it funny. hopefully he was an accountant taking a break from the blue screen that stared at him 9 out of the 24 hours of his day ridiculing him each time he moved his mouse, "is that the right move?" hopefully i gave him some form of entertainment and a antecdote to laugh about with his friends as they drink a beer while watching wall street for the twentieth time with michael douglas and talking about their wives and kids or lack thereof. i found comfort in my reflection knowing that it was me. i congratulated him, he drinks like a man. i stood up and kept walking, holding my head higher mostly not to let vomit drip from my chin but also cause i felt good. my knees soaking with puke and a reprocessed pizza slice, i just needed to shower thats all.





this never happened to me, its fictitious

i havent updated for ten days now, it seems longer than that, but i have nothing interesting to say so i will make up a story about whats going on in my life:

I met the love of my life. cocaine. cocaine is good to me. it treats me good and gives me nosebleeds. one time i was trippin off this coke binge i was on with a few of my friends you may have heard of them? queen elizabeth, boris yeltsin, and corey feldman was there for some reason. well the coke was eliza got it for us(thats the queen, she lets me call her eliza). she got it from this dude that lives below the london bridge. it was some sick shit. well we sniffed that shit up and i found two pounds of peyote in a jacket i left in eliza's car. so we ate that shit up also. at this point we were pretty fucked up, so we decided to sober up by watching reruns of charles in charge. after the first episode and a half corey whipped out ten shrooms he found in between the couch cushions and we chewed that shit up. all those drugs didnt worry me as much as me using my cellphone though because i can get brain damage from using the cell phone. we finished of the two bottles of everclear that boris, he forgot the cranberry juice so we had to drink it straight up. all this didnt worry me until we had to go put some hot pockets in the microwave, i was reluctant to get too close to it cause of all those radioactive waves that could hurt your brain. after all this it had only been two hours, and we were heavily intoxicated. this was a good time to drive. boris started driving with his ears, or thats what it seemed like at the time. and he honked with his penis, or thats what it seemed like at the time. i finally got home and smoked myself two bowls of the finest chronic bangladesh has to offer, because i was in my summer home in bangladesh at the time. i was about to go to sleep until i realized that i had one more piece of peyote left in my pocket.

i held it in my hand and it whispered its sweet intoxications into my pores until my palm seemed to detach from my hand like a cheap sardine can and float to the ceiling. propping itself up for a lunge towards my mouth. it quickly began its descent from my roof only stopping for large pieces of dust and a bug that made itself into my room from leaving the window open after having hot flashes fomr a binge the night before. i closed my mouth and the peyote fell to the floor. i said another day, another time old friend.




i did nothing this weekend or this week, schools halfway done, heres to the next half.

did you know that there is a semi-formal at the end of this month?! i had no clue, somebody just told me. so i guess that means i will have to prepare for the onslaught of ladies that will be throwing themselves at me begging for me to take them. remember ladies i can only pick one, okay fine two, BUT THATS IT! unless the third really wants to come then i will make room. alaska can come too.

bubb rub and lil' sis show me where to get da flows, its just fo decorashun dats it and dats all!

well i had an alright day

i went to school and failed a math test, but its cool because i dont care anymore

then i went and bothered taylor in his class, and then i went home for like 2 minutes and headed back to school to film but no one would pick up their phone. so i went to century with gary and his little brother, and we had food. then i went to pick up ben and mandy to film and go to matts house, but matt wasnt there i didnt know where the camera was so we just played foosball and pick up sticks. then matt got home and was stupid. then i went home and was about to go to karate but at the last minute decided to go to barney's beanery and chill with gary and his older brother and his friends. i played pool and had some drinks, and surprisingly i didnt get kciked out by the huge ripped black guy at the door. i left early because i had homework. i came back did my homework. im not looking forward to get up tomorrow because getting up in the morning is such a struggle and i cant deal with it everyday for a fucking year. but you know what i think its good for you to get up early in the morning so im going to do it for the rest of my life. get up early, stay out late. thatll be my motto, and if any of you fuckers decide to steal that shit i will stick my live journal straight up your asshole!

ok im going to update

after two weeks of hte most painful trials and tribulations my mouth has ever been through i finally got two permanent caps on my two front teeth and they dont even look half bad. my mouth still hurts and i took two motrin 400's to kill the pain. and oh god i feel magnificent. the worst part of this whole thing were the shots, i am deathly afraid of needles, but i know that if i HAVE to get them i will bear it. but i dont think i need FOUR shots everytime he touches my teeth. the two last shots are the worst things i have ever felt and began to tear every time i went. this time he gave me SIX shots! SIX shots! i was about to bust a nut! after the first four he began to work on my teeth but after i started squealing like a little girl he realized that four just wasnt enough so he gave me two more shots, i hate mouths. well after that was over i went to the waiting room while my mom got her teeth checked up on, and this weird guy started talking to me asking me about my teeth and how he had no teeth either. i went to school for two classes today, econ(to take a test) and fil and cinema (to work on my video). after school i went home and did nothing for a while until i went to the kitchen looking for some sweets. i then realized that i had all the necessary ingredients to make s'mores. so i did just that and made the worst looking but best tasting smores ever. let me tell you something: if masturbation is against the laws of the bible then eating s'mores should be one of the 7 mortal sins. i went to karate, where two of my top students just moved up in rank and are now in my class, which is weird. i am here now staring at my screen waiting for something to happen.

i couldnt find my pants, but then i found them, they were under some other pants.