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| I don't know how to help a friend...? Here's an except of something she posted on LJ.. "Once again, faced with the silence in my house, I find myself dwelling far too much on myself and my mind. I almost feel like my mind is in a constant struggle to spiral down into insanity, and everything I do is to distract it from that descent. For instance, reading. I immerse myself in other people’s world, so that I don’t have to face my own hollow life. After all, I’m going to be 24 and what do I have to show for it? I couldn’t handle college, mostly because I was so sure I already knew what they were teaching me. Talk about pride, I seriously over estimated my own intelligence. Reading fast and remembering everything you read doesn’t make you smart, it makes you a ******* copy machine. Or maybe a flash drive. Its all just copy and paste folks. It carries over into everything, video games, manga, movies, Getting lost in fantasy, making up imaginary people who can do all of the things I never can and never will do. Eternally Mediocre in all that I do. I don’t stand out, I have no talents. I spend most of my time alone, in spite of being married, its not his fault, its his job, but who can afford to quit a **** job nowadays? So he goes in to work for us. For me. I don’t deserve it. I am selfish, mean and petty. I am being honest with myself. I suppose I must have good points, after all, I do have a handful of friends and a husband, I must be doing something right, but in my current mood, none come to mind. I can’t shake this feeling of being trapped in a life I didn’t want. Maybe because I am physically trapped, who knows? To look into my significant other’s eyes and see my own desperation reflected. I can’t help but feel that I dragged him down with me. He denies it, but he was going places before, he should have finished school by now, but instead he is throwing bags at the airport just to make ends meet. We see each other only at night. I do blame myself, and no matter what I always will, my guilt will remain. If he ever had a chance to make something of himself, I’d let him go. I guess what I’m saying, is that I am extremely dissatisfied with my life. I hate it. I hate this city. I hate that I don’t have a car. I hate that my laptop was stolen. I hate that you work hard for something, and people just come and take it away. I hate that I’m bitter. I hate being alone, and spending my whole day waiting for someone to come home. I want to throw it all away, my name my responsibilities, my life. I wish we could just up and move somewhere and start over. I know he would come with me, it’s his wish too, he said it out loud first. While I don’t condone it, I can sorta understand those people who have been killing their families and themselves because of the strain of everyday life.I’m not looking for attention, this isn’t a suicide note. I just need to let this out, and I don’t really have anyone to talk to. I talk to Meli, but she isn’t very vocal, and she is just as depressed as I am. I really need to get her a companion, I can’t bear to see her like this, if anyone knows of somebody giving away small puppies, please let me know. I’ll end this here, before you guys get your black, and paint me emo. '" |
| --------… I feel bad for her, but i'm miles away. and I don't really know what to say or how to reach out. Any thoughts? also, what do you all think about her situation? |
| Maybe you should invite your friend to come visit for a few days or go visit her for a few days. You 2 could go out and enjoy the little things maybe that would pull you both out of your ruts at least for a little while. Maybe you both should go talk to someone about your depression they have meds that may help. |
| Marilyn Manson fans... expectations for The High End of Low? This is for MM fans only-- What are you expecting from Manson's soon-to-be album The High End of Low? Are you expecting something great now that he's back with Twiggy? Do you think it's going to be subpar like EMDM or TGAOG? If you don't know, he's released 3 song titles: Devour, Armagoddamnmotherfuckinggeddon, and I Wanna Kill You Like They Do in the Movies. As Manson said himself: "You're going to be freaked. It's the ******* ****." I think it'll be good. What about you? Do you think he's gotten back that flare he lost for 5 years? Is he the Hate Machine again? |
| Man, I hope so. Grotesque was a good album but it will NEVER hold a candle to Mechanical Animals or Antichrist Superstar. I'm excited for Jeordie (ahem, sorry... Twiggy) to be back now that hes done with the whole Perfect Circle/NIN thing, I'm hoping that together they're taking it back to the way it used to be. |
| Hilarious Dark Knight Opening Spoof part 2!? They stare at him, strangely. He just smirks a little in return wearing his mask. Cut: Ext. Bank Entrance The car pulls up to the front entrance and the group hurriedly exits the car, carrying their bags. CLOWN #1- Let's do this, fellas. (pulls out his machine gun) Quickly, the other clowns pull out their automatic weapons. Seeing this, the man opens his bag and pulls out...a large purplish super-soaker. CLOWN #3- Holy crap! Is that a ******* water gun? MAN- Yeah...so I thought maybe we'd celebrate later. Got a problem? CLOWN #1- Okay, go! Holding their guns up, they open the door and enter the bank. While running, they fire into the air while yelling at costumers. CLOWN #2- Alright, everybody get down! Hit the floor, right now! CLOWN #1 Listen to the man! You won't be hu- (crashes into a nearby column) Oh, ****. Three and two run up to some of the bank teller desks and grab various screaming workers. Quickly, they pull some over their desks to the floor. CLOWN #3- Let's go, shut up! LADY WORKER- (screaming) Ahhh, please no! I'm only white and married, I don't deserve this! CLOWN #2- Yeah, times change *****! Shut up! They go up to another desk and grab another person, only it's Michael Mann the director of Heat. CLOWN #3- On the flo- hey, wait a minute. Aren't you Michael Mann? MICHAEL MANN- (scared) Uh, yes...I am. I just wanted to stop by and see how things are going on this bank scene. Didn't I tell you that using my scene from Heat would give your film more credability? CLOWN #1- (walking up, holding his head) Well, this IS directly ripping off your film, right? MICHAEL MANN- Sure, but I mean you know how things are these days. People are always gonna copy off of other movies cause they just tend to not think with originality any more. Am I right, guys? CLOWN #2- (thinking) Yeah, you do have a point there. Some of them agree. MICHAEL MANN- Hey, thanks for let- (gets shot in the face) CLOWN #1- He ain't the director in this one. (laughs) Now, hit the vault! Two and three head for the vault room with their bags. Clown 1 walks up to a nearby desk counter and points his gun at a screaming teller. CLOWN #1- Listen up, lady. Give me all your money in the register, now! LADY- (sceaming) Please god! Nooooo! CLOWN #1- Do it, or I'll blow your head off! LADY- (quietly laughting) Oh no, not that. It's just that we only have bills in 5's and my boyfriend dumped me today. Show a little symphathy, will you? He starts to feel a little sorry for her, while holding his gun. Clown #1- (apologizing) Oh...er, I'm sorry to hear that, lady. How about you just give me whatever you got? The teller looks at him, then begins taking money out of the register. Clown #1- (thinking she thought he meant something else) Oh, no. No, I didn't mean it like that. LADY- (giving him money offended) Oh, I know EXACTLY what you meant! You sick clown-****! You ain't taking what I'm shaking here, mmmhhhmmm She throws the money at him and punches him in the face, and he collapses. CLOWN #1- But lady....I- LADY- Now leave me alone while I watch Dancing with the Stars! (turns to tv eating popcorn and a redbull) Hurt, 1 walks off depressed carrying his bag of money. Cut to: Int. Vault Room We see 2 and 3 trying to open the vault. 2 is using a large safe-cracker device to scan for the right combo. CLOWN #3- Will you hurry it up? CLOWN #2- I'm trying, but this thing is too damn tough to break. CLOWN #3- Uh, that's cause you're using it backwards. CLOWN #2- (realizing) Oh ****. You're right, thanks. (turns the device around) CLOWN #3- So, have you heard of this guy called the Joker? Hearing this, 2 turns his head while working and thinking about it. CLOWN #2- Uh, actually I have. Supposedly, he's like this psychotic criminal who wears makeup all the time and rambles on about being better than everyone else, even though he's the one with issues. And then he causes chaos around the city to make himself feel better when his precious shares go under at the stock market. Plus, he always wears these ridiculous purple clothes to remind people that homosexual freedom of speech is important these days. Hell, I think HE might be the reason this movie is so freaking successful! CLOWN #3- Wow, I never knew there's someone in this city cooler than us. I mean, let's face it we're just henchmen. They both stop to ponder about this, but then continue. CLOWN #2- Yeah, I'm gonna be a little richer since that dude who's with us told me to kill you before I'm done here. (laughs) I mean what kind of crap is that, man? CLOWN #3- (looking up strangely) Really? Cause funny you should mention that, he told me the exact same thing about you. Man, that **** is weird. CLOWN #2- Well, if you really think about it...killing each other would guarantee that he would get most of the cash, right? CLOWN #3- Oh sh |
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| I forgot the title of one of my favorite MOVIE! Help please!? What was the name of that movie where Jack Black is in it and another black man (both are main characters), and a owner of a video store has to go somewhere so the man gives the responsibility to the black man, and so in the movie, Jack Black and the black man have to take care of the video store. Then in the movie, Jack Black has some radiation and when he unwinds the videos in the store in the video unwinder machine, the film data is erased. It disappears. So Jack Black and the other dude has to film the movie themselves. Like when customers come in the store and they want to rent a video, the dudes tell him that he'll have to wait for a few days, because actually the dudes would have to film it and it'll take them days. So basically, the films are really good and the video store becomes popular. That's the movie. It's a old movie, I think. Well I remember I liked the movie AND I CAN'T ******* REMEMBER THE TITLE. :[ Haha I'm sorry you had to read that long *** **** summary, but please help me if you know. :o |
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| Anyone see trainspotting? The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's gonna change. i'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm gonna be just like you -- the job, the family, the ******* big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener. Good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure-wear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, guyren, walks in the park, nine-to-five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, index pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead the day you die.' my ex has that up in his facebook.... what does it mean in relation to the movie??? i never saw it!! |
| It is a monologue said by the main character when he decides to get off smack and ditch his loser junkie pals. Generaly change his life for the better and get away from the criminal stuff. |
| So what does this say about me, intellectually? Now I don't really fancy myself an intellect, maybe just a guy with some cultural knowledge...but I just sort of began noticing this trend I have when I write essays. On certain topics, such as, oh, I don't know, democracy in Afghanistan, I'm bone dry. Not an original thought bubbles up there in the ol' encephalon, just a bunch of typical unaware first world teenage mock-ideas. Sometimes I'll get something clever to pop up, but I can never transmit it into written word. But anyway, when you ask me to write my thoughts on a book I read or a movie I watched, words pour out like gumballs from a gumball machine with all the quarters you can possibly fit in there...in there. And god damn, if you know what's good for you, you won't call me a critic. I -hate- critics, as a general rule. They spend their time explaining to people how to do things they themselves can't do. Ebert made one movie in his entire life, ONE. Guess what it was. A ******* porno! Agh. Anyway, sorry if that was sort of long...I'm just curious. And long-winded. |
| when you write about a book you read or a movie you watched you are writing from personal experience. when you attempt to write about something as complex as "democracy" in afghanistan you have no personal experience to draw from, and i'd be willing to bet not much understanding of the history that shaped afghanistan into the country it is today. don't worry, you are turning into the typical american that is unaware of their own existence. it doesn't have to be that way though, you are much more intelligent than that. |
| What do you think of my book? i am writing a book about well zombies and was wondering what you thought of this first paragraph tell me if i need to change any thing and don't say punctuations I'm gonna wait on that so here it is also would you buy it ______________________________________… beep beep beep Dameon awoke to his alarm clock blaring in his ear he quickly slammed his hand down on the clock ending it's irritating beeping "**** 8:00 already" he said as he slowly snapped his pants into place he slowly sloshed to the other room of his 1 bed room apartment and turned on the tv "i wounder if Marcus and David are awake yet" he reckoned as he pulled the coffee creamer from the shelf "i hope they didn't forget about movie night" said Dameon as he positioned him self on the sofa (dum did dum dum dum) his phone rang he ever so lightly reached over to answer the annoying machine "yeah?" answered Dameon "dude turn on the ******* new" it was Marcus "dude are you high" asked Dameon " "now" screamed Marcus "o.k o.k ******* chill" said Dameon as he reached for the remote he quickly turned it to channel 2 the anchor mans suite was torn and ragged he looked as if he had been up all night "so what a crack headed news man" joked Dameon "just shut up and watch"demanded Marcus |
| Well...First of all, you can't write a good book (not saying that you cannot tell a good story) without knowing something about structure. Your "first paragraph" would, in reality, constitute the makings of several paragraphs due mainly to the mix of dialogue. If you plan to be published someday, so that your book is available for readers to buy, you need to work at learning your craft. A good creative writing class would be a good place to start. |
| Fairly weird and interesting dream involving my car and a bunch of black people >_>? So, I'm at this gas station, and I'm talking to this black guy and I ask him how much for a can of soda, he says 25 cents. So I give him the 25 cents and I slowly look up at him. Turns out he's blind, so I start to walk out and the thought hits me, "A soda couldn't possibly be that cheap." I'm already out the door at this point. It was like a movie cutscene: I saw him walk out the door and behind another building, so I walk in and drop a dollar on the counter. (He's blind, I'm not going to underpay him for a soda.) While dropping off the dollar, I see a small stack of money on the table. Another, more aggressive black male comes in (About 35 or so), walks up to me and asks me "What the **** are you doing in here!? You're not supposed to be here!" I'm fairly startled and confused by this, though I related it to the money on the desk. He must have thought that I was trying to steal it, I thought. The other black, blind male walks in and in a hurried voice he says, "Hurry! You HAVE to get out of here!" So I attempt to take the advice, I walk out, towards my blue impala and get in. I noticed my Ipad laying on the floor of the car. I remember thinking, "Why the **** is this in here? I haven't left the house with it since I bought it." So I hide it under the seat to charge and begin to drive off. The weirdest thing after that, I'm back at the gas station. Like I had never left. The black, blind guy is telling me to hurry and get out of here, and again for the second time, I oblige. I turn towards my car, and it's ******* gone! Out of thin air. I begin to look frantically wondering if I just forgot I parked somewhere else. I immediately thought that the black dudes where behind the theft of my car. (And yes, that is a stereotype, it also happens to be true in a hell of a lot of instances.) "I bet those black dudes where keeping me busy in order to get someone else to jack my ride!" (I know this makes no sense, because altogether I only talked to them for a couple minutes) Somehow I end up inside a grease monkey mall. By that I mean, there's shopping centers in the distance and a garage in the basement. So I'm in this basement and see the one aggressive black guy -- I immediately demand that he give me back my car. The basement/garage sort of resembled a dungeon you'd find in an MMORPG such as WOW. Something happens that I don't remember and there's a large bit of guys all around me of different ethnicities, though most are black or white. One black, young adult being to chat with me. I ask him if he's seen a blue Impala anywhere. He answers, "Yup, hold on one second." He then takes a remote out of his pocket and presses a button. Some sort of elevator thing comes out of the ground (The ones they use for car shows) And a BADASS blue Impala rises from out of the ground on said elevator. The thing looks like it took at the very least 200 grand to make/upgrade. So I'm like, "This is my car?" A bit excited and confused. The black dude responds, "Yup, and she's a beast too." Everyone stands back and he revs the powerful engine with a remote control, the thing is like a ******* airplane, but not quite that powerful. I am ecstatic, but curious. "How much gas millage does it get?" He responds, "Like 5." I'm extremely upset by this. "I make under ten grand a year! How the **** am I supposed to pay for this gas?!" He says nothing, but uses the remote control to drive the beast of a machine around the street a bit. An older black male says, "Boy, he can control that thing real well." There's another cut-scene change and now I'm looking at this little girl who jumps into the car or is already in there, I can't remember which. The car begins to accelerate slowly and seems to be on course with various objects. I remember thinking, "I can't let that little girl get hurt!" So I begin to run after the car and jump inside through the passenger side window. The car begins to accelerate faster, as if the girl was only bait to get me in there. So the girl is in the drivers seat and I notice her reaching for the break pedal, I make the conclusion (quickly) that she's not going to be able to reach it. So I jump over the divide that separates the front of the car from the back and grab the little girl in my arms and slam on the breaks.... It's not good enough, we're on a collision course for a brick wall. We SLAM into the wall. I could actually feel the force, it was unreal and yet so vivid. My face smashes against the windshield. I get out of the car and look down to check the status of the girl that I had saved... She was a ******* doll. I don't know how the hell that happened, but she was a ******* girls doll. I'm enraged and remember the remote control that the ki |
| have you ever tried herbal remedies? seriously - dude a hormone imbalance causes bizarre unsettling traumatic dreams like this one not that i can interpret the dream because i can't lotsa folks have hormone imbalances - mom is currently having one, for her its called menopause, her dreams are vicious, traumatic, horrible, events that leave her shaken and rattled, sometimes so real that for other women it would cause a panic attack, so far she has kept it together she is on a herbal remedy for old women and that has decreased the terrible dreams by 90% - she says she will take that young folks have them too, ever seen a young adult "go off the deep edge" one day and be sane the next? not cause they were doing drugs, because they were hormonal sometimes it just affects the subconscious - that is the dream part maybe a trip to the herbalist might fix you right up |
| Personally do you believe in Ghosts? Sorry if this is a little long but it's true story's based on my family experiences I'm not going to lie, but through sometime in my life i have experienced different occasions of ghost related things. In my first home back when i was a guy, my brother told me that he heard noises out the back yard of bins moving and he once heard the sound of clicking hooves of a horse. He said he looked out the window but there wasn't anything there. In my second home i have also witnessed some crazy things, like one halloween the light swictch in the kitchen, my dad pressed it and it went through. I also seen a black figure at the corner of my eye at the front door of the house, my brother totally believed me because i was really freaked out, he ran up the stairs looking for someone to see if anyone had intruded in our home. My brother then told me one time that a man who had sold us a tv one time had died recently during the time of the incident. My mother had been drinking one night in the house and she locked herself in the toilet, my bro was sleeping in the living room at this time and my mom shouted paul!, open the door, and he shouted aw for **** sake! then the door suddenly unlocked itself, and my mom shouted thanks paul. My brother was staying at a home he had rented out next to my first home i was living in, he watched the movie 'The exorcist' with my brother and his friend. They turned up the volume full to get the perfect horror experience, nobody else was in the house at this time despite them. 30 minutes into the film there heard really loud footsteps on the ground upstairs, thumping noises really loud. My brother was so scared because they all heard it, so he ran out of the house really fast, shouting open the ******* door, because my brother locked it, he then ran home in fright. I am now at my third home right now.. and recently i have heard some scary things happening, my front door of the house has been slamming shut by itself, we all currently think it may be a next door neighbor, but it's too unconvincing, the slamming had continued constantly and there is no solution, it cant be the wind because out front door is relatively strong and heavy. and nobody was in the house besides my dad, me and my brother. Now i've came to realise that next door across the road to me, in my brothers shed which he has been working in for quite some time, is known to be haunted, i heard that a man attempting to rob the place was electric shocked and he had died suddenly, and a past worker in the shed had went over to turn of the machine he was working on and it had been plugged out of the socket, with nobody else there. I think all this stuff is definitely paranormal activity related, there's no other solution. I'm 16 years old and have a family of 9. I'm not particularly scared, I'm actually rather intrigued. Do you believe what i have been previously describing, is ghost really real? Thanks for your time.. |
| Ok, lets get this straight. I did not read all your literature to support your belief in ghosts. On the other hand I do believe in ghosts because I've experienced strange paranormal activity. There's nothing in this world that can change my mind about that. From visiting cemeteries to feeling that strange feeling you get when you feel something is there, I've had these feelings countless times. My cousin is a paranormal investigator, he also made me further believe in ghosts. I believe that most spirits seen here are incomplete ones, meaning that they never finished their life out for whatever reasons. Some people die and just pass on. Others die and never totally leave here, because somethings making them unrested. I truly believe that ghosts do greatly exist and have a method for showing themselves, or should I say haunting places. A spirit at rest will pass on, and will be relieved, one that's not at rest will continue to linger until its made to rest or understands that its there time. Understanding this makes me further believe that their is some unity after death. It surpasses all living existence and puts living humans in the past. The present is whats happening now, and the future is something we all must come to terms with, death. Understanding this leads you to believe that there is something else out there after you die. Because not all energy on earth is at a stand still for a given time. I do believe in ghosts in a spiritual nature as well as a scientific one. |
| Who's better? Superman or Jesus? I think Superman. Superman has saved the planet for destruction numerous times. Jesus has threatened to return and bring upon the end of the earth with him, but so far is a ******* “no-show”. Jesus performed a few miracles, but Superman can shoot laser beams out of his eyes, he can fly, is indestructible, and can see through everything except lead. In one movie he turned back time. How awesome is that? Jesus may have died for your sins, but Superman died to protect us from an intergalactic killing machine called Doomsday. When Jesus died, he was resurrected 3 days later and then abruptly left, telling his disciples he’d be back within their lifetimes (an obvious lie). Superman died, was in stasis for a while, and emerged with long glorious 90’s hair. Unlike Jesus, however, Superman stuck around and has been busy keeping the world safe from evil. Although not a God, Superman still risks his life all the time trying to combat super villains. Jesus, on the other hand, is apparently all powerful, and yet refuses to do something as basic as healing amputees. Superman can move mountains. Jesus claims praying to him will accomplish the same feat, but no noticeable effects from prayer have ever been measured. Superman is an expert in dozens of languages, and is an accomplished journalist. Jesus never left any writings, or evidence of any of his works. Superman hooked up with the insanely hot Lois Lane, while the only women that showed any interest in Jesus were all prostitutes. Jesus said “But those mine enemies, which would not that I should reign over them, bring hither, and slay them before me” (Luke 19:27). Superman, on the other hand, has a strict code of conduct that forbids him to kill anyone. If you fell out of your apartment window and cried for help, Superman would try and save you. Not only will Jesus not even bother to save you; he will send you to hell for all eternity if you don’t believe in him. |
| Superman came back from the dead more times than Jesus. He has also resurrected other people from the dead. Superman has superpowers. Jesus had party tricks. Oh and Superman has had thousands and thousands of more books written about his legacy than Jesus has. |