Through Movies and Sickness

You know something? I always think that if you're sick you should shower in the morning. But I just realized doing so only makes me feel sicker.. I guess the afternoon was always the better choice. Ugh, I'm so sick... I can't wait to infect the whole school :D Yay, then they can all be fucking sick when I get better. Just kidding, I'm not that evil... entirely.

So, what do you think I'm doing at 5:40 in the morning?
No, not watching porn.
Or stalking the neighbors.
Or killing innocent bystanders after killing somebody on my hit list.
Or having a hit list to begin with.

I'm watching movies 'cause I've got nothing better to do. But you know what I hate? I hate those commercials on websites that just come on while you're doing something online and that you can't find to begin with. Disrupting my movies, tsk tsk.

Well, anyway, I just watched Schindler’s List... a very very sad sad.. sad.. movie. If you don't cry through that movie at some point you are a heartless bastard. 

Right now, I'm watching Dark Shadows. 
"How do you feel about the President?"
"I've never met him."
"The war?"
"I don't watch television."
"Do you think the sexes should be equal?"
"Heavens no, men would become unmanageable."

Don't you find this conversation from the movie amusing? I do.

Oh, but the movie, it is so intriguing. I won't spoil it if you haven't watched it. But it's very intriguingly portrayed. A vampire movie with ghosts and such... but nothing at all like the Twilight Saga. Not necessarily scary, but with moments of suspense. A bit funny, but not too much, like other movies.

I'm so sick, but at least it's not that bad. I've been much sicker before. Well, it's about time I actually bother to get ready for school, so farewell my fellow humans and non-humans :P

[Randomly Explicit]

Well, it's been a while, I don't actually know how long... I mostly just have no idea how to "begin" a post.

ACTUALLY, I think I know JUST how to trap people in my endless stream of confusing words... this trick NEVER fails.

EVERYBODY, THIS POST CONTAINS XXX RATED CONTENT, SEMI-NUDITY, PROFANITY,  AND OTHER THINGS YOUR MOTHER WARNED YOU ABOUT. (no, it doesn't, not entirely, maybe, it could, I guess you'll have to see, now won't you? Yeah, that's right, bitch)

Landon Liboiron... Look at those fucking eyes!

MORE SMEXY PICTURES AT TOTALLY RANDOM IRRELEVANT POINTS IN THIS POST.  Gotta catch 'em all? Haha.

Anyway, seeing as this is, in fact, a blog, and I can do whatever the fuck I want, well, I'm going to do just that.

Random update: My life has been incredibly...mundane. And if you're reading this, chances are, we understand each other. Either that or you skipped ahead and saw pictures, in which case, shame on you.

But then again, I like pictures, so let's get to it.

Picture 1

Now, here's the first picture. As you can see, it's butterflies. On my arm. Done in a variety of Sharpie pens, markers, regular pens,  and highlighters. The picture is actually not finished. My name is all over it, indeed it is. Why? Because of all the shit I've learned... one thing as that there are some lying, thieving bastards out there. 

Picture 2

Here's the second picture in the process. I added a ribbon for no real solid reason, 'cause well, I can do that. Blah, blah, blah, third and last picture!

Picture 3

So yeah, that's the finished work. Now, at this point, it may have occurred to you that you have no fucking idea why I'm drawing butterflies and ribbons on myself, other than maybe out of extreme boredom.

Rasmus Ledin.. What? He's pretty lol

Well, you'd only be half-right if you went with boredom. This is where shit gets real (Ah, fuck). I'm drawing butterflies on myself 'cause it was suggested to me to try the Butterfly Project. Now, I was pretty skeptical about this, very doubtful. But what the fuck am I talking about? Basically, the project is kind of like a way to keep you from cutting yourself, or stopping altogether in a gradual manner. You draw a butterfly on yourself when you want to cut, you name it after somebody that cares about you. You leave the butterfly there as long as it stays. If you cut, you kill it basically. If you had accumulated tons of butterflies... well, they all die.

Now, my butterflies are fucking fantastic. So much so, that now I can't bear to part with them (Hmm... so this is how that project works...). I didn't name my butterflies 'cause I couldn't think of anybody that cared about me. I know there are people that care about me, but every time I think about it I start to doubt it a bit. Why? 'Cause I can't feel shit. Emotionally speaking, of course. I would DEFINITELY feel pain if I got hit by a car or stepped on glass or got stabbed in some dark alley. 

Eric Saade

But you know how sometimes you think you're sure about something, but then you start having second thoughts? Like that. You just start asking yourself pointless questions like, "Well, WHY would they give a damn about you?"

But anyway, by tomorrow I will probably be covered in butterflies.

Admire...

Let's take a break and look at this picture of abs. It's so hot, that if I told you how hot it was I'd be writing a XXX rated sex novel with explicit twists. Hehehe.

Well, now I feel bad for any straight guys that have had to endure all this. Let me make it up to you, you ugly bastard, my dearest friend.

Look, guys! Windows Vista! Hahah

So... Who's up for some Hot Tamales?

Well, well, well, sir, you have a filthy mind. But don't worry, so does everybody else, they just don't admit it. But it's true. C'mon, admit it. You mindfuck people in your head ALL the time, during work, while watching commercials on TV, reading a boring book, flipping through your Playboy magazine that is hidden you-know-where, in the shower... you get the point.

Shame on you, I can read your thoughts!

Well, I'm really tired and have tons of important things to do that I am not going to do.. so instead, i shall go into a deep sleep-coma. Night. You go on not having a life whatsoever :) I love you, even if I secretly hate you :P