cramster

Tue, 26 Apr 2005 08:42:11 GMT

tired, bummed, and semi-sick. i need to find something new to do. everything seems old.

bleh.

Thu, 21 Apr 2005 04:18:39 GMT

Happy birthday, Hitler. You little shit.

Sat, 26 Mar 2005 16:10:28 GMT

You Will Die at Age 58

58

Not bad, considering your super wild lifestyle

Want to live longer? Try losing a few bad habits.

What Age Will You Die?

That's bull.

Sat, 26 Mar 2005 16:04:56 GMT

Jeez. Stayed up all night reading http://maddox.xmission.com/ and playing Inanity. This guy just bitches about everything in the world. He hates whales, waffles, Celine Dion, Donnie Osmond, Ska, Cheese Pizza, phrases such as "No offense but..." (I quite hate that one too) and much more. It's almost hypnotic how funny it is to read his hate mail and his responses to them.

Anyway, I've been playing Inanity the whole time, and reached r50, if i were to submit now. I will continue to play for a few weeks and hopefully reach 133,337 *sigh*

Sun, 20 Mar 2005 00:25:55 GMT

Maybe I shouldn't have had myself as a friend. Never thought i could idolize and hate myself at the same time. *shrug*

Sat, 19 Mar 2005 01:29:32 GMT

Fri, 18 Mar 2005 20:54:29 GMT

Bleh. Took a midterm last night, and was the second-to-last to finish. I just kept on writing and writing. I never thought i knew so much about political science. Took another one today for an hour class, and only had an hour and 15 mins or so to do it. I figured he'd give more time to finish it. :( Didn't get to finish, but i feel it was adequate enough for at least a C.

Went downstairs to get some cereal, and saw a bana cream pie. i pulled it out of the fridge with one hand and it slipped and fell to the ground. Of course it was in s l o w m o t i o n and fucking Murphy always has to screw it up and make everything but cats land the wrong way. /pif Big mess. Ruined pie. Another chance to make something ugly.

Coo coo Ca choo,
Cram

Tue, 15 Mar 2005 23:59:04 GMT

Finally got back into this posting thing, it might help sort out stuff. Just got back some test results about my gastrointestinal stuff. Something about a hiatal hernia and excess fluid in my stomach. *shrug* i hear the hernias arent life threatening, but i worry about getting an ulcer by the time I'm 25.

Oh well, it'll all work out. :)

Fri, 29 Oct 2004 06:06:07 GMT

Another week of school finished, and im still behind on work. Grr, i swear this is gonna kill me one of these days.

On the other hand, ive been so damn bored lately. any time i have free time, i think about what to do, and everyone is either sleeping, at work, or off doing things i am trying to stay away from. so in the end, i sit at home and play rag or watch anime. its starting to wear down on me because i need some release, i need to get outside and hang out, idk.

good news is im gonna fish out some gas money to pay for a ride to UCSB, where the halloween partes are at. i hope i enjoy myself hangin out with terry or something.

well, i guesws its time to listen to music and watch anime,
Sayonara,
Marc

Tue, 26 Oct 2004 16:41:22 GMT

Finally I'm back. I spent the weekend in L.A., which was more of a chore than a family visit. Sleeping on the ground for 2 nights in a row is no fun. I got to see my nephew, which was fun. Well, shit. Time for class, I'm gonna love it when the semester is over. *sigh*

Keep it real,
Marc

Wed, 13 Oct 2004 18:54:12 GMT

For once, I actually remember more of my dream than just a snapshot. IRL, next to my house is a big field, but when when i walked by it, it was a lake, and there was a whale in it. I went to check it out, and saw a house on the outer rim of the lake thing. It was made of sand and wood, and the guy who owned it was some european, I don't really know the accent. I think he bought the lake for his kid, and moved the whale there. After this it gets blurry, and I sneak into their house when they are gone, and I snag some sour gummy worms. I think I saw Cedric the Entertainer and someone I think I know, and they were stealing baseball cards worth millions of dollars of something. I'm not sure but I think I got drunk and some girl tried sticking her tongue down my throat, or the other way around... I think that's just the horny side of my subconscious. I can't really remember much more than that, but I'm surprised I remember that much of a dream.

I wish I knew what it meant :\

/np Fatboy Slim Feat. Jonny Quality - Long Way From Home *

Adios,
Marc

Wed, 13 Oct 2004 00:40:10 GMT

Cigarettes are gross and make you smell funny. Regardless, today I bought my first pack of cigs, but for a minor. I don't know whether or not to feel bad... It's not something I'd lose sleep over, and my only conviction is to not buy them for my sister. That's pretty much all I have to say about that.

On a lighter note, I found out that writing essays are getting easier to do... I finally got used to sitting down for a couple hours and spitting out a bunch of organized words.

Doctor Phil is full of shit and has no ida what he is talking about IMO. He's just gotten a degree in blahblah and went to a bunch of touchy feely seminars.

P.S. This is what part of the alphabet would look like if Q and R were taken out.

Peace,
Marc

Tue, 12 Oct 2004 18:01:28 GMT

I've just gotten an invitation to have a really bad day, but I think I'll end up taking a rain check. Shawn was supposed to pick me up and take me to class at around 10am, so i wait for him, and after a long period of waiting(which is the feeling i hate most in the world) I check the computer to see if he is online. He left me a message seven minutes before saying his alarm "didn't go off" which is ok, so I go out and wait. after 20 more minutes, it's obvious that he came and went when i was inside for a brief period of time. >.< Breathe.... *sigh* Fuck it, the chemistry teacher isnt fun to listen to anyways.

After thinking about it, it doesn't seem that bad. I'll live.

/np Fatboy Slim feat. Lateef - Wonderful Night *

It's a wonderful night,
come on and break it on down,
Marc

Pvt. Cramster, reporting for duty

Tue, 12 Oct 2004 04:42:20 GMT

Never had a journal/diary before but since i read the "Yellow Wallpaper" by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, I've decided that if/when I go crazy it will be cool to go back and read how I got there. If I'm not in any condition to read, I hope one of you reads it and tells me it was at least cool how I lost my mind. If I happen to pull a Van Gogh, well then shit, I'm fucked.

Lately I've been listening to a lot of jokes by Mitch Hedberg, to act as an "apple a day" to ensure I don't slowly slip into the state of mind that coincides with a lobotomy.

My stepmom, after a period of cooperation and not causing trouble, is pulling a power trip and suggesting that I start to pay rent. I know I'm 18 and I need to start being responsible, but what she is doing is rocking the boat and making it harder for me to stay in school while saving money for a car. There's no way she is doing this with good intentions. She should take my dad's advice when he tells her to give me some slack, because I will be the one that has to feed her or *shudder* change her Depends if she lives to be that old. I don't have to deal with her for that long.

I need to get a credit card/bank account because its hard for me to ask others to use theirs to renew my Rag account.

Well, that's all I have to say for now.

Yours Truly, Marc