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LiveJournal for zamros, king of cardboard.
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| Friday, July 11th, 2003 |
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To my dearest mother, I am very sorry for saying "POOP" in my last entry. I will try to keep my HORRIBLE ATROCIOUS LANGUAGE that will OBVIOUSLY GET ME EXPELLED FROM SCHOOL FOREVER to a minimum in the future. Hopefully, the next time you violate my privacy, you will find my demeanor acceptable. Your loving son, Lee |
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| Thursday, July 10th, 2003 |
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Things that I am doing right now: - Pooping - Watching "Jackie Chan Adventures" - Typing - Breathing - SUFFERING |
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| Wednesday, July 9th, 2003 |
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I'm back, I guess. Here's what happened in the past 3 or 4 months: - I got a haircut - I finished the 11th grade That's about it. See you when I see you. |
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| Tuesday, March 11th, 2003 |
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five days at home. it could have been an entire marking period. i could have been expelled. but they said i was such a cooperative boy and a good student. so i got five. |
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| Monday, March 10th, 2003 |
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So! I went to a POETRY SLAM today. It was a SLAMMING POETRY THING. The theme was YOUNG URBAN POETS. Of course, I'm about as urban as "Happy Days" without Fonzie. After every poem, the Urban-as-nuts host would yell "IS THAT URBAN?????????" and the audience would clap and yell "WORD!!!!!!" That just rubbed it in. I introduced myself as "As urban as Levittown," read my poem about the brush, and when I got to the ending, I got a laugh, but the audience didn't seem to recognize that it was over. I had to awkwardly say "Well... that's it." The host seemed to like it, and yelled his URBAN comment, to which the audience had a warm response. so i sat down, somewhat triumphant. I ended up not winning, but I made people laugh, so that's all I need. I summed it up quite nicely in an instant message just now: BlinkerNo182 (10:34:52 PM): how was the competition though? Follow You Fiona (10:35:20 PM): about 80% of the people were annoying little black girls who whined about life in wherever they grew up Follow You Fiona (10:35:30 PM): the others were hispanic. Follow You Fiona (10:35:59 PM): and then there was me and mr. gordon so i guess they had to choose one white guy so why not choose the one with the non-joke poem ....I should have read I hate you. |
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| Thursday, March 6th, 2003 |
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lol fill this out and i will <3 u 4evr I ____ zamros. zamros is ____. If I were alone in a room with zamros, I would ____. I know zamros likes ______. I think zamros should _____. zamros needs ______. I want to ____ zamros. If I used one word to describe zamros, it'd be ______. Someday zamros will ____. zamros reminds me of ____. Without zamros, there would be no ____. When I think of zamros, I think of _____. Memories of zamros are ____. zamros can be ____. ____ is how I describe meeting zamros. Worst thing about zamros is ____. Best thing about zamros is ____. I am ____ with zamros. |
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| I just thought it might be good to mention that in school today someone from the yearbook staff needed to get a picture of a member of the web page club. I said I went to a few meetings in ninth grade. He said that was good enough. The picture was of me sitting at a computer, so I brought up ZOMBO.COM for the picture. I thought it was pretty funny. | ||||||||
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| Sunday, March 2nd, 2003 |
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HEY MEN My parents had to go somewhere for a while tonight so I decided to have "LEE'S NIGHT IN: 2003" which was an evening of music and fun. ACTUALLY I LAID DOWN NAKED ON THE DOWNSTAIRS COUCH AND WATCHED MOVIES FOR SIX HOURS So here's the score card: MOVIES - Raising Arizona, UHF, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure FOOD/DRINK - M&M; cookies, chocolate milk, bagel with tuna AND cheese, orange juice. FELINES - Two FEMALES - Zero ARTICLES OF CLOTHING - Zero PHONE INTERRUPTIONS - Five (1 parent, 3 good person, 1 no answer) All in all I find any evening where I get to wear no clothes and watch fun movies a "WIN" SO I WIN. |
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| Friday, February 28th, 2003 |
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I submitted this essay for a real live grade way back in the magical land of college writing lab. I likes it, so I POSTS IT. Library Epiphanies As Sir James M. Barrie stated, "Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else." If this is true, I consider my six months of being a page at Peninsula Public Library in Lawrence, New York, to be the hardest work I’ve ever done. The summer preceding my acquisition of the library job was one of fierce lassitude. Some people can be truly lazy, but one could only describe my inertness as aggressive. My objective was serious: I had to make an effort to do absolutely nothing. This, of course, outraged my parents. After months of pestering from my mother and father, I halfheartedly completed an application for a job at my local library. Two months after I had applied, working at the library was the last thing I was thinking of. School had begun, and I had been involved in schoolwork, on the most part. Some time in October, the phone rang, and I was informed that, as of the next week, I would begin a job at the library. While at first reluctant, my resistance to the prospect of six dollars and fifty cents an hour for merely shelving books slowly wore down. Before I could really notice, the job was mine. A couple of weeks after the telephone call from my soon-to-be boss, I showed up for my first day. The art of inefficiency was quickly explained to me; I was "trained" for two days with what could have merely been "put books on the shelves in alphabetical order by author." Throughout the months, I quickly learned the laws that were imposed upon me. The most atrocious rule, from my perspective, was the fact that I was not permitted to read while working. An entire library of some of the greatest works throughout history, and I was not allowed to read. My co-workers seemed all too cheerful about their situation, for one reason or another. At times when the library would get approximately two patrons per hour, I longed to delve in to any work of literature, whether it was a magazine or Shakespeare. The weeks passed by excruciatingly slow. I wondered why staring at a shelf for hours on end was considered to be productive while sitting around the house doing the same thing was "lazy." Still, I reassured myself that it was worth the six dollars and fifty cents per hour. Still, despite my optimism, the shifts seemed to last years at a time. The librarians were not much help for passing the time, either. The majority of them looked to be retired teachers, shell-shocked from years of constant dealing with children. I was the last person they would share a conversation with. My situation was similar to that of solitary confinement; aside from the greetings I received while walking in, my tasks required almost no human contact whatsoever. Nevertheless, I pushed onwards in the struggle for minimum wage plus a dollar. That is, of course, until June. Apparently, not showing up for work (with a phone call ahead and a good reason, even) is grounds for dismissal. In retrospect, my days at Peninsula Public Library were ones I look upon fondly, for I suspect I will never be able to get rid of late fees again. |
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| Thursday, February 27th, 2003 |
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| Tuesday, February 25th, 2003 |
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"Tom and Jerry Kids" is nowhere near as depressing to watch as either "Flintstones Kids" or "A Pup Named Scooby-Doo," but the fact remains that all three of these shows are abominations before the lord. In other news, Monday was my 11/12 birthday. Only one person in the entire world remembered. I got a vibrating hello kitty doll. I don't know why it vibrates. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you all that MY BIRTHDAY IS MARCH 24THbecause in recent years people don't seem to remember that MY BIRTHDAY IS MARCH 24THso if you forget that MY BIRTHDAY IS MARCH 24THthis year, I might just have to result to self injury. Perhaps I will leave a note stating MY BIRTHDAY IS MARCH 24THnext to my bleeding body. Have a nice day. |
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| Thursday, February 20th, 2003 |
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 THIS AND MORE AT http://piez.rocketjump.org/straight/ PARTY ON |
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| Tuesday, February 18th, 2003 |
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 THX 2 BENCO |
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| Friday, February 7th, 2003 |
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There's "SNOW" school today! HAHAHAHA so clever. It's pretty funny, because the last thing I said to myself before going to sleep yesterday was "Maybe I'll fake sick tomorrow." |
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| Wednesday, February 5th, 2003 |
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Don't have negative thoughts. Remember your mantra. DL7,cv20SoWOx2XIbBL4PhA |
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| Thursday, January 30th, 2003 |
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| midterms are proof that satan exists | ||||||||
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| Wednesday, January 29th, 2003 |
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THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS IS HAPPENING IN MY HEAD AND HE WANTS TO GET OUT BUT THE THING IS MY HEAD IS SMALLER THAN JESUS SO HE IS HURTING ME WITH HIS SIZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| Thursday, January 23rd, 2003 |
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| CELEBRITY MUGSHOTS: LEE S. TISZENKEL XIV, Ph.D. | ||||||||
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I just had what may very well be the best taxi ride ever. I didn't talk to the cab driver much, but whenever he did talk, it was a nugget of the deepest wisdom I've ever heard. The normal looking old man first caught my attention when I came in to the cab. It was late after school, I had to stay after to write an English essay. DRIVER: Where are you going? ME: Atlantic Beach, Water Club. DRIVER: Shit, man, you live all the way over there?? ME: Yeah. DRIVER: Do they got buses or something that take you? ME: Yeah, usually. DRIVER: Fuck, that's sweet. The conversations continued. Each one of them better than the last. DRIVER: Why were you at school so late? ME: I had to write this essay for English, for placement next year. DRIVER: You know, they put way too much fuckin' emphasis on English. I mean, we fucking speak it! But no, they have to throw in all of this bullshit about verbs and adjectives. Fuck that! ME: Uhh... yeah. DRIVER: And then there's the blacks, who don't speak English at all! Got their own fucking language there. The driver then stopped to pick up two women, who got off before I did. He was silent during the time the women were there, but as soon as they left he started again, as if they were never there. DRIVER: So, what grade are you in? ME: 11th. DRIVER: Shit, I was out of there by eleventh. They weren't teaching me SHIT. ME: Is that so... DRIVER: Yeah. I just got the fuck out of there, went to the Navy, and got a fucking diploma at the same time. G.E.D. you know. They say a sixth grader can pass that shit. As you may or may not know, I live in a gated community. So, after we passed by the gate, the driver was curious about how the gate system worked. DRIVER: What, does the guard recognize you? ME: Yeah, they see me every day. DRIVER: Shit, man. So, anyway, I'm sure I'm leaving out a few of our marvelous exchanges, if I remember them I'll be sure to post them. |
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| Tuesday, January 21st, 2003 |
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| i'm in the middle of the worst headache of my entire life right now and i'd just like to say if i don't make it submit my journal to that community of the dead ones and make lots of cool comments on this post about how great i was and how you all miss me | ||||||||
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