tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53126702011-04-21T16:59:33.200-07:00could you please wipe your feet, you bastard?descriptive words decribing and enticing you to come and click my site of dreams and hopes. have a fun click. bastard.adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1102565389111235092004-12-08T20:07:00.000-08:002004-12-08T20:09:49.110-08:00its been what, like 3 months?
adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1098672840423759882004-10-24T19:53:00.000-07:002004-10-24T19:54:00.423-07:00god damnit, update your website asshole.
adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1093849124943460582004-08-29T23:51:00.000-07:002004-08-29T23:58:44.943-07:00i sat for a while and thought about nothing
but something at the same time
i sat and i thought about what i did
or didnt do in this world of mine
its mine you know and no know elses
less you forget your not in my shoes
blue suede with white laces
not grey not beige not curly like the 80s
fading down to nothing again
because nothing means something to me
try and be a little more perceptive
look adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1091777945101625812004-08-06T00:31:00.000-07:002004-08-06T00:39:05.100-07:00so its been a while yeah? yeah, yeah it has.
so i just watched butterfly effect finally, and man, i am quite impressed. i didnt think it could be half as good as it was with ashton kutcher in a serious role, but man, he was pretty damn good. it definately changes my view on his abilities and his taste in good movies.
they really did a good job with the whole thing. usually movies like that adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1088659613863274222004-06-30T22:25:00.000-07:002004-06-30T22:26:53.863-07:00we're going through changes here at Absocore. in the next few days we hope to see some brighter colors, never before seen tragedies, and a few misguided youths. thanks for holding in there, and please, come back again soon.adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1087883201302296902004-06-21T22:31:00.000-07:002004-06-21T22:46:41.303-07:00youre the only one i want
youre everything i need
youve got this way about you
that makes me think id be
better off without you
i cant give you everything you need
but i can give you something youve never had before
i cant be there at all times
but i can be there when you cant be without
theres neccessities in life
that take precedent over everything else
and let me tell you one thing
you adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1086671547433282652004-06-07T22:09:00.000-07:002004-06-07T22:12:27.433-07:00well, first things first - saw shrek 2 the other day. it was very very funny. hilarious even. glad i saw it, but sure wish it was free 99 instead of 7.25
now onto the cool stuff. my car is finally fixed!!!!!! i installed the new shocks today and let me tell you, it rides like a dream. i wasted a quarter tank of gas today cus i just had to drive around. its been a long and bumpy year of adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1086159797016412972004-06-02T00:02:00.000-07:002004-06-02T00:03:17.016-07:00There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors
Doors on the rudders of big ships
And little revolving doors
There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors
There are doors that lock
And doors that don't
There are doors that let you in and out
But never open
And there are trapdoors
That you can't come back from
if only i had written adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1085719675757553572004-05-27T21:46:00.000-07:002004-05-27T21:47:55.756-07:00man, installing convertible tops is a bitch. i see now why they charge 500 dollars to do it. but it is done. hopefully it will not fall apart and look like shit in a week. though i wouldnt put it past anything. we'll see i guess.
adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1085558072420393892004-05-26T00:39:00.000-07:002004-05-26T00:54:32.420-07:00more poems from me. hell yeah!
i thought of this one in the car the other day, so i had to write it down. maybe ill use it in letter sometime.
i traveled the world, found nothing new
but when i came back, i found you.
now a new one off the top of my head...
gone as in hes not here anymore
much like when hes at the store
out of the house and into town
driving up and driving down
the street,adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1082449119389076412004-04-20T01:18:00.000-07:002004-04-20T01:22:37.436-07:00Woke thismorning and it seemed to me
That every night turns out to be
A little bit more like Bukowski
And yeah I know he's a pretty good read
But God, who'd wanna be? God, who'd wanna be such an asshole?
God, who'd wanna be? God, who'd wanna be such an asshole?
Well we sat on the edge of the river
The crowd screamed, "sacrifice the liver!"
If God takes life, he's an Indian giver
So telladamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1082448218849715152004-04-20T01:03:00.000-07:002004-04-20T01:07:37.076-07:00she didnt call.
that bitch.adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1081932043333961342004-04-14T01:40:00.000-07:002004-04-14T01:44:33.106-07:00ok so i am now a man
and here is why
the other day i was at a diner that me and my friends frequent, and our waitress who i had seen there before was really cute. so at the end of our stay, i asked her for her pen and wrote my number down on a napkin while she was away. i then told her "heres your pen back" with the napkin clipped to the pen. she didnt notice at first but when she did she adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1081034218367783812004-04-03T15:16:00.000-08:002004-04-03T15:20:34.750-08:00its a good thing no one ever posts comments on my blogs. i wouldnt want to waste my time reading feedback on my work. why would i wanna do a thing like that?
bastards.adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1079780000159688022004-03-20T02:53:00.000-08:002004-03-20T02:56:36.873-08:00i walked through the desert and found nothing there
i walked over water and fell through the air
i traveled a mile in every direction
i wandered upon my own recollection
i saw a blank page when i opened the book
i tried to take my eyes off but had to look
i couldnt stop staring and walked off the earth
i tried to go back, but went back to birth
i saw my life flash before my vary eyes
i saw adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1078737358712815652004-03-08T01:15:00.000-08:002004-03-08T01:19:00.013-08:00so you say that you said seven times already dead
im like a demon creeping on you and i just wont stop until you
tell me one more time what i am to you now baby please dont let me go
so let me know what it is you want to have hold and honor till we die or till we try to make it work
smirk and tell me sadly im not yours and youre not mine and never will be fine
with letting you go and letting meadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1077702969918030052004-02-25T01:56:00.000-08:002004-02-25T01:58:54.826-08:00its amazing how life can seem so important at any point, but within even a week, things that once mattered are forgotten.
and looking back, there are times that you cant believe you even lived or did what you did or had what you had.
memories are all thats left of your entire life, and you have no proof that you ever even existed.
you werent even the same person and never will be.
things are adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1076838658334408232004-02-15T01:50:00.000-08:002004-02-15T01:53:30.890-08:00thirty minutes into i said i had to go and didnt know where exactly but i left and wasnt surprised that i wandered off into a place that didnt exist for the moment.
but that being said i was home and far from it as well as if that mattered.
as long as i had my mind and my self.adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1076734544526722672004-02-13T20:55:00.000-08:002004-02-13T20:58:14.623-08:00and now theres 2 or 3 of us with nothing to do and nowhere to go but home so off we go to nowhere with nothing and not a thought on our minds but how to get there and what to do when we're there.
and then we get there with the same thoughts of nothing and no words to describe what happened after we left.
2 days later we find that nothing happened and no one cares because we were dead to begin adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1076734383388468272004-02-13T20:53:00.000-08:002004-02-13T20:55:33.513-08:00i havent updated this page since new years.adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1073284922867029562004-01-04T22:42:00.000-08:002004-01-04T22:43:40.326-08:00so new years huh?
yeah new years was pretty sweet. me and my friends all went down to U of I for some bar hopping on new years eve, and it turned out to be pretty swink. the car ride there was eventfull, as we stuck a screaming chicken in our window and put a sign that said "im choking the chicken" next to it. we got some sweet responses from passers by.... like old ladies and stuff. it was adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1072859129400615242003-12-31T00:25:00.000-08:002003-12-31T00:27:00.623-08:00time is now an option for you people who need more of it
no longer will you have to wait for things to come
no longer will you try to get done in a rush
no longer will you say if only i had more time
its an option now and you dont need to worry
because you have all the time in the world
when you are dead.
oooooooooh, what a twist ending! see, if i wasnt so goddamn emo when i write, id adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1072689679654493552003-12-29T01:21:00.000-08:002003-12-29T01:22:48.340-08:00theyre here and now im gone to go too soon but thats alright cus things are done and i have won and nothing worked to my advantage.
now im gone and you are there still looking on and watching skies seeing if im there.
im not.adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1072163361603711582003-12-22T23:09:00.000-08:002003-12-22T23:10:42.483-08:00so now that i have that off my chest, how about a new list of things that suck.
- people that put poor quality or even worse, scratchy scratchy songs on kazaa. yeah you bastard, you'll never see the end product of your funny joke, yet you get so much enjoyment out of it. bastard.
- people like this one guy i know who talk for hours and hours about nothing, leaving no space inbetween for you adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1072162410794334242003-12-22T22:53:00.000-08:002003-12-22T22:54:51.810-08:00so i thought that this break was going to be nice. nice and good.
apparently its not going to be as i had expected however, and im getting really stressed out for no reason. my damn parents are all stressed out cus of the holidays and things going on in my family, so i get the butt end of it all and it really pisses me off. and then it puts me in a shitty mood, and i dont know what to do adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1071736041092493052003-12-18T00:27:00.000-08:002003-12-18T00:28:35.170-08:00If your frightened of dying and then your holding on
you'll see devils tearing your life away
but, if you've made your peace
then the devils will be angels
freeing you from the earthadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1070707533114140972003-12-06T02:45:00.000-08:002003-12-06T02:48:32.983-08:00living is easy if you know what to do
you try as hard as you can but for who?
it seems like its all for the sake of dying
rather trying to stay alive without lying
about things that matter and of things that dont
you say you will change but you probably wont
and when it is over you will know that youre done
youll know who youve beat and what you have won
the thing still remains that your going toadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1070599489505995782003-12-04T20:44:00.000-08:002003-12-04T20:45:46.046-08:00nothing better than ending your semester on a good note right?
too bad i have to wait till oposite day for my note to be good.... so anyway, finals will suck, as i need to practically ace them all to get the grades i want. and im not even asking for much. just 2 Cs, a B and an A. thats all. so if someone would like to take my face off and put it on them, i will loan you my ID and you can adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1067810888944301522003-11-02T14:08:00.000-08:002003-11-02T14:08:22.686-08:00so i suppose i can post another blog now, since im doing nothing else, but man, im sure it wont be about anything. so heres the thing. my parent came this weekend. that was pretty cool i guess. i was worried that theyd get mad because of my liquor bottle collection and my beer can tower, but in fact, they liked it! they even asked me how we got the bottles to glow. so that was definately adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1067197356577795182003-10-26T11:42:00.000-08:002003-10-26T11:42:40.500-08:00So apparently i havent updated this place since june, but that just means i am a busy and important person, so dont worry. So wow, what has happened in the last 4 months or so? not much. im in school now, and haev been for a couple months, and i love every minute of it. well i should say i love every minute that im not in class, or doing homework. if only i could live here but not have to goadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-1057040802995745252003-06-30T23:26:00.000-07:002003-06-30T23:26:42.936-07:00god damn, i never update this bitch of a son. wow, so funny. so i have decided that i have no money. i mean, i do have money, but between owing people money, and wanting to spend it, i have no money. i figured that i would make about another 1200 before summer ends, 250 of which is going to my boss for my paint job, 400 of which going to my parents for my school huskie bucks (like mickey adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-956201442003-06-12T23:31:00.000-07:002003-06-12T23:31:59.533-07:00so another day, another whatever
nothing much to say. my car has to get buffed by sunday cus my mechanic is leaving for greece for 3 damn months. damnit chris, why dont you learn to stay the hell in america. anway, so yeah. im listening to this CD i apparently made a while ago. it was in my old discman, and my brother was listening to it. amzingly he likes it. its a one hour mix of mine adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-955769162003-06-11T21:20:00.000-07:002003-06-11T21:20:23.086-07:00i'm so damn impartial.
like about everything. i just dont care. i dont care about dying, i dont care about trying hard in school, i dont care about getting shit done. im just so lame. only things i really care about are finding a nice girl, working on my car, and thinking about all the cool stuff i want. also, music and movies. but other than that stuff, theres really nothing. like i meanadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-954533942003-06-08T22:51:00.000-07:002003-06-08T22:51:11.186-07:00so no more drinking for adam...
yesturday i got alcohol poisoning. and im not talking like i puked a little and then passed out. im talking like ruthie from the real world. like the kind of alcohol poisoning that makes you not be able to stand up, talk, or open your eyes. you know the feeling when you can hear everything thats going on around you, but you cant do shit about it? no, you dont,adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-953174252003-06-04T22:24:00.000-07:002003-06-04T22:24:10.093-07:00THINGS THAT SUCK. pt. 2
-people that say they are going to update their blogspot and they do for like a week, and then when they get home from NIU, they stop updating it, and to top it off, don't even mention Jamie and Erica.
-people that merge into your lane on the highway, or regularway, and then go really slow. i mean, do they do it for the thrill of possibly getting smashed from behind? adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-949292242003-05-26T23:37:00.000-07:002003-05-26T23:37:36.476-07:00man, you know, i never realized how much of a task this thing is.
i mean, i was all cool with doing this to begin with, but man, now im all like "man, this is such a task". but i digress. its ok, im sure ill think of things to say sometimes and another. oooo, today, i was working on my car at my friends shop, and this pizza delivery girl who was pretty cute and around my age, probly older, adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-946685192003-05-20T21:12:00.000-07:002003-05-20T21:12:06.276-07:00man, its been so long.
so about a week has past since i last updated this thing, and i havent really done any good ones lately anyway, so im sorry. i suppose the next time you see me, you can punch me or something. or at least, give me some punch. how about a nice hawaiian punch? anyway, so since my last update, i grew a year older. im now 19, and boy does it show. i mean, ive got grey hairadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-943065322003-05-13T20:35:00.000-07:002003-05-13T20:40:30.000-07:00Commercials
can we all agree that advertising is at an all time high of shittyness? i mean, its not bad enough we have stupid commercials on TV, but now we have annoying ass pop up ads that bug the hell out of even ghandi and budha. yes, so now we get to be force fed information on the stupidest shit in the world. anyone want a bigger penis? how about a great way to lose 120 pounds in 6 adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-941370662003-05-10T22:53:00.000-07:002003-05-10T22:53:53.623-07:00so my room is done and let me tell you it is fabulous. i did such an awesome job that i rewarded myself with a cookie, trophy, AND a medal. i am the best. so ive noticed that i start a lot of sentances with "so". i think it is because i feel like im telling a story when i make these things. so i guess im supposed to. you know, like random thoughts, like
"so, i just killed some guy down onadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-940401132003-05-09T00:55:00.000-07:002003-05-09T00:55:01.730-07:00Spiders
so im cleaning, organizing, and moving shit around in my room. all the sudden, BOOM! a spiders crawling on my wall. those yellowy kind that are about average size. now, being a genius, im like "man, i better do something about this bastard, before he crawls away and i lose him (i dont wanna run into him later on...) so im like hmmm, maybe i should use this screwdriver. i didnt have adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-939762822003-05-07T23:43:00.000-07:002003-05-07T23:43:31.493-07:00So a few things are on my mind.
1) i have a bitch ass cold. i dont know how i got it, but damnit, if its my last wish, im gonna find the person that gave it to me, and puke down their throat. well, maybe just punch them. but im not feeling to well. my nose is like a broken sink faucet thing that keeps running, even though you keep fixing it. by fixing it, i mean to say that i blow my nose adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-938284872003-05-05T16:05:00.000-07:002003-05-05T16:05:17.483-07:00so here i am
in jamies room, using erica's computer to update my thing here. i actually wrote two new posts this weekend, both of which were lost when i clicked the publich button, so you wont be seeing those. nothing personal, unless of course my computer knew that YOU were gonna be reading it. figures. so i didnt do too much this weekend, well i did, but not too much. saturday i got up atadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-935751222003-04-30T21:11:00.000-07:002003-04-30T21:11:56.636-07:00Things that suck:
- hot girls with asshole boyfriends. no one wants to see a beautiful girl land a punkass bitch who thinks he's "all that and a bag of chips" (see also, "da bomb")
- chancre sores. no one knows how you get them, but everyone knows how much of a pain in the ass they are. note: using rubbing alcohol is an effective way to both get rid of them, and make the inside of your mouthadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-934765502003-04-29T10:26:00.000-07:002003-04-29T10:26:30.200-07:00YAY, only 2 more class days.
yay - what a stupid word. what the hell does it even mean? its not in the dictionary, and it surely isnt a peshafeshaneen (one of those words that is spelled like how it sounds, i forgot the name, but i think it starts with a P), well maybe it is, but it just doesnt make any sense. But you know what i dont really care. its not important to me really cus i dont adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-934160092003-04-28T12:20:00.000-07:002003-04-28T12:20:50.420-07:00OK, so you know what, Im mad. No one ever gives me comments. Not on my old infinite profile, not on this website, and other things. OK i have a comment thing at the bottom of each post so that people will comment on my journals here!! its not cus it looks cool, though i do agree, it is pimpadelic. Please people, talk to me here! Give me something to motivate me to do these things every day.adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-932740012003-04-25T19:04:00.000-07:002003-04-25T19:04:54.633-07:00
Random Thoughts by a Random Guy. Me.
- You know what's stupid AND bastardly? Having to pay 400 dollars a semester for book that don't get used, and then only getting 50 bucks back at the end of the semester. Thats crappy.
- You know who sucks? People who think theyre always right no matter what, and no matter how much you argue with them, they still hold that they are right, and not only adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-932070942003-04-24T16:36:00.000-07:002003-04-24T16:36:09.770-07:00So i just got back my essay from my philosophy grader. Let me tell you, if you dont already know - this guy is a bastard. I hate him. OK so my paper was really good right? Well apparently he doenst think so. Now of course, with a little bias, anything can seem bad. I knew he wouldnt like my essay, just because he hasnt liked anything ive done all semester. Also, i knew beforehand that he adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-931523462003-04-23T19:48:00.000-07:002003-04-23T19:48:27.976-07:00Ghetto Fabulous is neither ghetto nor fabulous
OK so you know the whole Ja Rule look that everyone is sporting now adays? Yeah, im not digging it. OK first of all you have people wearing giant jeans, sagged down to there knees, 3 pairs of boxers, so as to not look stanky, a couple undershirts, and a basketball jersey. on top of that you have the bandana, or "do-rag" and a baseball cap. The adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312670.post-931002262003-04-23T01:08:00.000-07:002003-04-23T01:08:10.283-07:00Wow, amazing. I finally found a name that wasnt already taken for my site here. How fucking ironic actually. So i guess this is my first blog post or whatever you want to call it. Its more of an online diary if anything ,and ive never really been much for diaries or journals. Especially diaries, since they are for girls. But i guess when you use a computer to make it, it isnt as girly. Notadamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07400204433100040054noreply@blogger.com