bahahaha, ok so i post that stuff there and i go to check ben’s blogger, and he’s already got it covered like a jimmy hat

Initial WAnk says:

meh, why find out the truth when you can start wild rumors based on nothing

crapmaster R says:

that is one of the greatest points you have ever made

so there’s the real version

what can i say, i feel out of place everywhere i go.

so yeah, thanksgiving is rad though, you eat alot and you hang around alot. i’m a big fan of both. but yeah, redmond has finally become really surreal now, even around home. that’s where its the strangest anyways. no big deal though.

hangign around today with my brother’s friends was great though. all of his friends are just morons, but they’re rad. they definatly keep it real. well at least to some degree. and of course hanging around with ben and those guys is rad too. ben made the greatest comment yesterday so i’ll throw this up. i didn’t save the convo, but i remember that he said “why look for the truth when i can just make wild rumors based on nothing” (or something very veyr close to that) i sat there stunned for a second, and then just told him “that is one of the greatest points you have ever made”.

it just makes so much more sense to make up a truth for yourself then have others dictate to you what it is. and besides, rumors are sure more entertaining than most real life stuff.

so i have some sort of 4 day weekend this week, pretty much 5 since i only went to my class at 9. which almost kills it as a day off, just due to the fact that you have to get up early, but all i’ve been doing from then on is feeling sore and playing vids. i’ll clean the house, soon i suppose, we had a little party last night for abra, and it was pretty rad. i mean that whole not drinking on blood thinners thing just went straight out the window, and i had to cut loose last night. i probably won’t do that for awhile though, cause i was pretty ruined last night, as per usual. at least when i get ruined, i don’t cut corners. i can’t believe our neighbors didn’t complain or anything, i guess we started around 7 pm though, and people left around 11 and stuff, so i guess we weren’t up too late.

fuck school. finals are coming, and now i’ve gotta start studying not only all this new crap that’s goign to be 50% of the final, and then review everything else i learned this quarter, so, it blows. it’s cool though, i’m fine in all my classes.

good god my keyboard is dirty, i feel like i should just throw it away and buy a new one, cause i don’t feel like cleaning this one. maybe i’ll clean it, and if it breaks, then i can buy a new one. plus i could pick out all the keys and throw them at people or something. or set them on fire.baaaaahhhh

SHOUT

SHOUT

LET IT ALL OUT

THESE ARE THE THINGS I CAN DO WITHOUT

COME ON

I’M TALKING TO YOU

COME ON

its gonna be nice to go home for a bit, and chill around the house again. going home is like taking a all expenses paid vacation. when you don’t see your parents all the time, they’re definatly more bearable, plus they know you’re psuedo responsible, and the food is free. i’ll have the mcescort back for a few days so i can chill in seattle, where ben and i can be anti-social, and keep things real.

allright, its time to clean

i am rad

ok, so i was sitting aroudn tongiht, and people were talking about my hair and how long its gotten, and then making a comment to the effect of “that was a perfect ryan comment”.

i’ve always wondered how i look to other people.

it must be funny.

ok, so i’m getting sick of my point of view. so my watch is goign to explain my day.

another sleepless night. all i did was count the seconds until it got light yet again and i would go accompany this guy who puts me on everyday and lugs me around.

but he forgot me on the desk.

…

ok ok, so that was pretty bad, maybe i should type from soemthing that was actually with me. but the more i think about it, the less appealing it sounds. i really don’t think i could make my boxers sound bitter enough. not that today was bad or anything,b ut i just think that anything i write about would come off sappy, and stupid, and then stupid some more.

so i sat in my regular spot, on the back of this bag, along with my neighbor the pen. he gets antsy sometimes, cause he never gets used. he’s my only friend in the world though so i gotta put up with him. that damn guy who manipulates me never lets me have any pencils as friends, so i’m pretty sexually frustrated. if only i had some curvacious pilot automatic pencil, then i’d be set. i wouldn’t care if he stopped usign me as long as i got to hump that shit every night. oh well.

so i sit unused in biology. damn, even i know that’s a stupid class. i was used for the first few days, but then ryan just gave up and brought me out at the beginning of class, but then just didn’t use me. he did spin me alot though. it sucked at first being snapped around ryan’s thumb all the time, but i realized that it was my fate. i would always be constantly dzzy. i don’t really get dizzy anymore though, although it does suck cause i get dropped alot. i got dropped 15 times today, that was pretty low. so i’d have to say it was a good day. i decided to run out of lead today too. man, i timed it just right, right as ryan was in the middle of his ochem test, he clicked me, but nothing came out. of cours ei had left al the cock refills at home, so he was stuck using a pen for the final half of his test. i laughed for awhile abotu that one, i felt pretty clever. i get sick of him always writing with my cock anyways.

so i got to be lugged around some more, and of course once i was stuck in the bag all the time, i just kept gettign thrown around. its not like he really uses me in physics either so i wasn’t too left out of that one. then in his bio lab, he found some spare cocks for me from one of his lab partners, so i got to be used for that. it was a long day, but it didn’t really matter, its not like i have to think. i just get my cock dragged across paper constantly anyways. its like that area is almost dead to me anyways. i hate my life.

ta da! aren’t i special? you’re damn right i’m kinda.

*bows*

Things Currently On My Desk?:

1. Computer Monitor (19″)
2. Phone
3. Miniture Football
4. Tipped over, empty yogurt container
5. One bottle 40some pills 5 mg coumadin
6. One bottle 50 some pills 1 mg coumadin
7. One empty bottle of budweiser
8. Tipped over empty water bottle from st. joseph’s hospital
9. One roll of toilet paper
10. One pharma pen
11. spindle of cds with various music and games
12. mason jar full of pens and pencils
13. EH227 sennheiser headphones
14. chest of drawers made by father in woodshop
15. 3 speakers, one sony, one panasonic, and one tiny
16. pizza pipeline cup with POG juice residue
17. old spice box with handcuffs inside
18. coca cola sunglasses
19. pad of yellow post-it notes
20. hospital identification wrist band
21. One “sort by day” pill box (for rat poison)

What is the importance of all these thigns on my desk? you tell me, you’re the one reading it.

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(suttle symbolisim above)

man, i hope that turns up with this blogger thing, normally it fucks with my spacing, which is unfortunate, cause i think i can express thigns by spacing them out funky, like my journal or something, but blogger inhibts my freedom. WHY WON’T YOU LET ME EXPRESS MYSELF! oh well, it does a pretty good job for free, a helluva lot better than i could for free. i think.

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(meaningless crap)

i’m sick of numbers. saturday was awesome, we rolled across our back yard while it was pouring and windy, and then rolled back. adam and i then tore down the street wearing only our boxers and then ran back. that was awesome.

and i am snappy.

ok so that last one was a pretty bad joke, i need to pour my brain out anyways, its getting loaded with all these double negatives and double negatives won’t not do in our society. so if you can’t do no typin’ then you better not do no crap, so then you’re apt to not sound like no fool. but a fool i shall be anyways so why fight it?

rad rad raqd, i’m still thinking of something rad, so i was thinking that i should just write some story off the top of my head again, but perhaps instead of just crazy gibberish i should give it some meaning, form and shape. bu damn, that’s a whole lot of work. its easy to be random. you just turn off that little coherency thing (mine is a small green button on the inside of my head, that flashes sporadically and is labled with the label “concious thought”). but besides if i was going to let my subconcious really go, i’d probably just reaffirm the fact that i am actually crazy. not in any conventional means of course, just crazy enough to be dangerous, to myself mostly i suppose.

but here i prattle on, when all of you want to be entertained. so let me jump up, do a little dance, hit my head on the wall a few times and throw out whatever the hell’s in my head, and perhaps try to do it coherentlty.

The Story Of Rad.

By Ryan Driscoll (©, all rights reserved)

In the beginning there was that of a small idea, the one that everyone knew was around, but had no idea how to express it in any shape or form. What these people did not know was that their lives were about to berevolutionized and changed for the better, mayhaps the worst. The point is, that they had no idea that it was coming. When you can’t see things coming, you tend to ignore them, but this really wasn’t the case with that of rad. Because when a 140 meter robot witht he letters RAD emblazioned in flashing neon comes to town, you’re gonna notice it.

A creation of some alien from some planet that no one cares about, is fed up with its standard of living. They really really really want copper, which is a delicacy on their land. the reason they want it is, of course because they can’t have it. the evil lord of the realm has hoarded all the copper for himself (as any good ruler would do) and he basically sits up in a 139 meter tower all day and laughs at his fellow suboridantes. he sits there all day and wonders why people are unattracted to him, becasue he does havge all the copper, and seeing as the alpha male always has control of the resources, all the females should be lining up to get at the tentacle that comes out of his forehead. i mean, what alien chick wouldn’t? especially with all that copper he has in the tower. the fact that his alpha maleness wasn’t shining was that he had labled his tower wrong, so instead of lining up at the front door, all the fly alien babes were lined up around the back (they figured his highness would be more interested in back door action anyways).

so in an effort to get the babes where he was, he stared tying copper to a piece of string and started trolling the streets below for them. but since they were all lined up around the back, and didn’t really notice that he was flinging copper around the back, all of them stayed there and waited patiently for their turn. so the king was highly dissappointed with the fact that there were no beautiful babies to be caught. he kept pulling up undesireables such as aliens with a 4th tentacle, or with an extra eye in their left nipple (omigawd! gross!) and so he became displeased. a character trait of any person in power when they become displeaesed is to flex their muscles and show people who’s really in charge and lay the smack down with the power they know they have. of course this tiem around, the people got kinda fed up when he started jacking his tentacle off fromt he top of his tower, howling at the people below and spinnign in circles screaming (to the tune of “mary had a little lamb”)

oooh ah ooooh ah

oooooooh oooooooh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

oooooooh oooooooooh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

OOOOOOOOOOOOOH OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

then a dude at the bottom looked up at this guy and was suddenly inspired. he picked up a rock and threw it at him while the king was in mid spin, and he hit him on the side of the head. everyone cheered because they had never thought of this by themselves. so the dude who threw the rock becamea hero and they all gathered around him to gape and stare. he didn’t like the way they gaped and stared though, so he started throwing rocks at them. everyone screamed and was frightened and they suddenly feared this man dude had taken a power that was wielded against evil, and turned it against them. they hadn’t really counted on that. they just kinda assumed that weapons were always supposed to be used against evil, and they never really considered that evil was an arbitrary term. they just figured that the only thing that was evil was that dude who had all their copper.

so the guy who figured out how to throw rocks became king, and anyone who stepped out of line got rocks thrown at them, to which they very feverently stepped back in line. so this guy thought he had it pretty sweet until he got a rock thrown at him. it wasn’t one of his of his followers though. it was from an entity called “god” who threw a rock that was a couple miles across and travelled at tens of thousands of miles an hour.so that rock smashed into their planet and pretty much wiped it out.

before that happeend though, one of the guys who was out and living a secluded life had finished his 140 meter robot because he was still uinder teh impression that the ruler that had hoarded the copper was still doing his damn dance, and decided that he had had enough and was goign to build a robot that was gooing to knock over that tower. so he was going to build it just as big, but just to be safe, he added on another meter just to show that he was bigger than that stupid tower anyways. with nothign to prove except that he was angry, he was gonna smash until there was no smashing to be done. smashed until there were pieces that could be smashed no more, so he would have no smashign left to do.

and so he climbed in his robot ( this took a couple hours because his ladder was only 90 meters) and once he settled himself behind the console, he started the primer pump and started kicking the ground with his hand (kicking with hands?, yes its possible!)and as the huge thing slowly rumbled to life the big LCD screen in the middle of it lit up a flourecent green. flourecent green was cool in this guys bok, becaue it hadn’t offended him like those other colors did. and on that screen was the word….you guessed it…R.A.D, which was an acronym for “reasons against diplomacy”, or “random action disorder”, or “real amature dog-fart-sluts”, or whatever the hell you want to call it, it doesn’t really have any signifigance yet.

anyways, he felt how soft his nose was, and right as he took off, the giant c-rock from god hit the planet and pretty much incinerated it, which was gods intention, cause he needed something to light up that giant c-rock so he could take a few hits and keep on creatin’.

so the force pushed him at tens of thousands of miles an hour towards another rock in the universe that we put so much stock in, the moon. which inadvertantly rotates around our earth, which is a more important i suppose. he hti the moon after a couple of light years and chilled there for a bit. he didn’t really have much else to do until he could get his rad to the other side of the moon, where there was actually light and shit, so he could charge up his battereies. they weren’t solar powered though, they were powered by the slut dfarm he had in the basement of his robot. but the sluts wouldn’t grow without light. so i guess in a sense, you could say the thing was solar powered, but for the purpose of that i feel like it, lets just call this thing the slut powered rad.

anyways, he managed to go through some advenures to get his alien slut farm to the other side of the moon where there was light, and he promptly converted all of his sluts and threw them back in the robot where they pedaled bicycles to 80’s music. and witht hat power, he was able to fall off of the moon towards the earth where he slammed into a mountain somewhere in china. luckily, he had a slut on top of him at the time so he smashed her against the wall instead of himself, so he wasn’t killed by the impact. he threw the slut in the STD (slut decomissioning) and started checking out the place. it wasn’t too different from his palce back home, but the inhabitants would have to go. since he thought he was the shit with his 140 meter robot, so he started stepping on things. they got stepped on, and there wasn’t a damn thing they could do about. except for shooting at it with guns and other weapons, but that didn’t really do much to rad.

so he owned them all, and they in turn loved it.

Author’s Note: This is probably the worstest story ever written, and anyone who actually took the time to go through it all in hopes that there was something funny, or redeeming, look no further, you found it. too bad this ain’t either of those. oh and you probably wasted some tiem of your life that can’t be reclaimed reading this, but don’t worry, i probably spent 5 times as much time writing this slop. So the moral is, if you’re not inspired by radness, don’t try and force it, cause you end up with crap like this.

Man, i just realized what an abuse of concious thought that story was, i’m sorry

ok so yeah, adam told me to type something rad. so here goes…

somethign rad

wasn’t that awesome?

(sheep bleating noise)

ryyyyyyyyyaaaaaannnnnnn…….yooooooooouuuuu’rrrrrreee nooooott craaaaaaazzzyyyyy…..eeeevvvvveeerrrryyyooooonnneee eeeelllllllsssseee issssss.

so yeah, maybe they are, and maybe i am, and maybe it is. whatever, i got a honkus to seize or some shit.

basically, there is nothing wrong with three day weekends, where you don’t have things to worry about anything (i.e. school, falling ostriches, and the greenhouse effect, those things are just a downer) i was in my physics class today and i noticed today that there was like half as many people there, due to the last drop day being last friday. everyione did great on the first test (including me) and everyone got kinda raped on the second test (kinda me…to an extent. i mean this is one of those classes where a 24 out of 40 on a test constitutes a high B) so now its kinda funny cause pretty much everyone who’s left in there now is set. i calculated that i’d only have to get 50 out of 80 on the final to pull off a B, so its nice that i don’t have to worry about that anymore. i don’t know, i just found it funny that everyone was gone.

so i’m on a quest to find new music, but am far to lazy to do this on my own. so i want people who partake in this blogger, who peruse it from time to time, to send me anything they’ve heard that they just absolutly adore (any genre, i don’t care). or just come up and talk to me or something. or IM me or something. i think i have a pretty good idea of the people who read this. i figure no one will send me anythign anyways.

i just randomly went to amazon.com and looked for things that other people listened to that was similar, and i got this stuff from blue six, that is pretty good. at least i’m intruiged anyways, they’re pretty chill, but they still got a beat. man i wish we had audiogalaxy back….man to think back that just like 2 to 3 years ago, we were head deep in the golden age of downloadable music. jesus, i would just find people on napster i could get like 900 k a second from, and i would just download everything they had. it was all about volume back in the day…well i mean quantity of songs. i didn’t listen to over half the shit i downloaded back in those days. but i still had it. Then after napster died, it was all about audiogalaxy for me…man i think that program was way better than napster cause you could just click on a shitload of stuff and then peruse it later…that was awesome. now i gotta go through kazaa, which is spotty at best, and soulseek works pretty well, but damn its slow. i just want my free music back again.

its kinda a fine line though, cause i mena, when i was downloading copious amounts and just filling up my hard drive, there was a bunch of crap that was horrible that just stayed there cause i lost track of it, or just never got around to listening to it. but at least i was cming up on new stuff all the time. now i listen to everythign i get, but i don’t really get teh new thigns that go along with it, caus ei gotta be so focused on getting what i want exactly.

boo hoo, cry me a river. maybe when i’m 90 i can complain about the good ol’ days of music, when it was all free, and the internet brought the music industry to its knees. i think i’d like that. i hope that i can take advantage of every aspect of being old that i can. like get away with everythign that old people do today. once i produce enough with my lifetime, i can just sap away at all the work i created until i either over consume and end up consuming way more than i produce (this is the way i want it) or at least breaking even. i mean, i really don’t want to work my way through life and then be at the end of my life, and realizing that i contributed more to this human race than i took away from it. i would feel cheated, well unil i died anyways, and then it wouldn’t matter. this is purly in matters of resources though, i really don’t think ‘m gonna contribute any ideas anyways.

(sheep again)

Sheep: ryyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaan……

Ryan: what the hell do you want?

S: noooooootttthhhhhhhhhhhiiing

R: Allright then, you got it

S: sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet

well hells bells, i just contributed an idea, guess i just proved myself wrong in that catergory, because by reading this YOU HAVE EXPOSED YOURSELF TO MY IDEAS. and whether or not you like it, hate it, care about it, or fail to see it. its there, and i made a contribution.

who says my life is worthless?

oh that’s right…i do