Uno Ocho's Journal

Time:

9:03 pm.

I think that once I find a job, I'm going to go on anti-depressants full time. I've been trying to do this on my own for years and it just isn't working.

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Time:

3:49 pm.

Tyrol: How many of us ended up with the people we wanted to be with? Got stuck with the best of limited options. And why? Because the ones we really want, that we've really loved, are dead, dying, turned out to be Cylons and they didn't know it. And if Boomer had...
Adama: Let's go. Let's go.
Tyrol: No. No. I didn't know—
Adama: Let's go home.
Tyrol: I didn't know. So I buried my head in the sand, and I took it, and I settled. I settled for that shriek. Those dull, vacant eyes. Boiled cabbage stench of her. And why? Because this is my life. This is the life I picked! And that's fine. But you know what, it's not! I didn't pick this life! This isn't my frakkin' life!
Adama: What the hell's gotten in to you? Don't do this. Don't do this to her memory.
Tyrol: You know what? I'm sorry if I'm not doing this the way you want me to, the way you might, but I'm not making an angel out of someone who wasn't an angel. But I can see you have. And now you've come down here to be in my club. But you're not in my club. You don't know what frakkin' club I'm in because you never ask the right questions.

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Time:

11:36 pm.

I wonder if it is pretty obvious to people when I try really hard to force a bond, if for no other reason than it gives me more people to hang out with. I've been hanging out with Drew Luckey, his girlfriend, and her friends lately. Its been pretty great. I remember saying to him coming back from the lake the other day that these were the kind of people I always want to hang out with, but can never seem to find. It is kind of the social mingling that I've learned over the year. Don't say anything awkward. Don't say that you are lonely or depressed (I'm not). Don't get pity. Don't talk too much but don't be too quiet. Talk about something people can relate to. Do whatever you can to make sure everyone has a good time so that they think to hang out with you again.

It is hard to make new friends, not that there is anything wrong with the old ones though.

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Time:

9:06 pm.

Let I kissed her goodbye I held her close and whispered "You are going to meet a smart, successful man someday."

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Subject:	Money in the Bank: Matt Out Edition
Time:	1:58 pm.

I like how I use people's quirks as a reason to not do something. For instance, I would like to have another party since we haven't had one since Halloween, but at the same time, I don't want to do it this coming weekend. So I'm saying that I'll only having one if Frenchie or Matt come to Morgantown. Since I could take that to the bank that they wouldn't, I pretty much have a reason not to have a party, thus delaying things like cleaning house and other party-planning tasks. Granted the more I listen to The Lonely Island albums, I can pretty much just put that on as party music.

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Time:

5:43 pm.

Being a bachelor has no appeal to me. I'm in college because I want a family and the means to support them. If someone were to tell me right now that I would never marry then I'd probably just save myself the time and die in a fire.

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Time:

12:56 pm.

I hate how pathetically dependant on people I am. I wish I could be someone who doesn't "need" people. For example, I have never broken up with someone because of compatibilities or differing wants and goals. I have never broken up with anyone for being crazy or callous. Every time I myself have ended a relationship is because I met someone else who I thought I could be happier with. As a side note, that someone else usually wants nothing to do with me. I hate being such a weak person.

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Time:

1:27 pm.

Christ has returned. Hallelujah!

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Time:	1:45 am.
Music:	Rooney????.

It is time to bring this shit back.

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Time:

12:46 am.

Major overhaul coming . . .

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Time:

5:16 pm.

For The Record, I don't have a drinking problem. I have things that I become more vocal about as I drink.

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Subject:	Getting this completely out of my system once and for all.
Time:	10:38 pm.

Barack Hussein Obama is an socialist-facist, athiest-muslim, pretend-black, jungle bunny, faggot lover, baby killer who will surely bring the end times upon us.

Nah, I'm just kidding. Suck it, rich kids who don't want anyone else to get ahead in life. "I want my money, you can keep the change" was the smug attitude which has your party further down the toilet than our great nation. All these Neo-Con crybabies I've had to listen to today. For eight years you marched along putting down your heavily outspoken opponents saying "it is not the loudest minority that matters." Well, you are the loudest minority this time. The tables have turned, only this time our administration was not elected on a technicality. And to everyone who is doing this "I'm getting out of this country. I don't want to live under socialism," thing, everyone who I've heard say this so far is the kind of person who even if it weren't about politics, I would gladly tell them "Don't let the door hit you on the way out." Burn-out "new-wave hippies". Where would you go anyway? America probably is the one of the most conservation countries. Certainly the most Christian (feel free to fact check that one). I don't like to use the use the word "liberal" because fucking hippie-stoners (yes, I use marijuana but very sparingly, fact-check) have made it a dirty word, but there is a movement going on in this country. The people have spoken, and that message is clear. It's time to get this country back to greatness.

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Time:

11:17 am.

I don't think I have had so much contempt for someone who I sincerely cared about before.

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Time:

3:35 am.

Talking to Ashley again. Can't stop fucking that up. Vonderful.

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Time:

11:41 pm.

Don't meddle in the affairs of other if you aren't prepared for the consequences.

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Time:

5:17 pm.

A week can change everything in your life. If you don't know what that means, then you aren't supposed to.

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Subject:	Drunk Dreams
Time:	11:34 am.

I had kind of a morbid dream last night, so I'll tell you about it.

The part I remember starts off in the Middle East. I approached this large circus, when I was ambushed and captured. I was taken in and brought to their leader. The organization was an Islamic fundementalist group known as Black Mask. They tried to pass themselves off as a peaceful group, but everyone knewn this was a facade. Their leader and I then took a walk. It was rather friend conversation, until I made it apparent that I had no intention of joining. Then he began to shoot at me. Oddly enough, even I close range, he missed several times. He sat the gun and I allowed some cheek to show through the terror and asked "Are you finished?" He turned and went the other way, which must have meant I would live through this ordeal. For some reason, I casually walked towards the gun. I thought it was empty anyway. I aimed it at his head and pulled the trigger. I remember it so vividly, the bullet passing through skull. I was in shock. I had taken a life. I knew I didn't have much time. I ran, not where I could go. You'd be lucky to get very far if you shot the leader of the terrorist organization. Luckily enough, I found a wind rider (a long distance transport in World of Warcraft). I was on my way home, but I knew I was anything but safe, for it wouldn't take Black Mask long to figure out what happened. I wasn't out of the shit yet.

When I got home, I explained to my dad just was happened. He scoffed at my lack of gun safety. He said I could use his guns, but he wasn't getting involved when the hit squad arrived. Fortunately, Adil just happened to walk in. I used the gun I killed the guy back in the Middle East with, while Adil used an Uzi. We had to be weary of anyone to drove by my house. Anyone could be Black Mask. Finally, something out of the ordinary happens. Three teenage girls come towards my house. I thought to myself "Could Black Mask really have sent American girls to kill me?"

I had to play it cool. They'd have to force their way inside to even know I was here. Low and behold, they started to break through the back door. The thought of what was about to go down consumed me. Either I was going to have to kill young women, or I was going to die. For a moment, I considered just doing the ladder. Finally, they entered my kitchen. There was a brief calm when our eyes met. Adil was off to the side, and I was unarmed as far as they could tell. They must have expected it to be a hand-to-hand job since they were also unarmed. They then became to charge me. In a heartbeat, I drew down on the oldest one in the center. The adernaline must have improved my shooting ability because my first round caught her square in the forehead. Adil sprayed down the other two, and it was over.

More went on afterwards. I was on the run for the rest of the dream. Black Mask was no longer the issue. They really put in my a no-win situation by activating a sleeper cell comprised of three legal American citizens, not to mention the media frenzy caused by harming young white women. No, Black Mask that either their hit squad would kill me or the police would. They had won in the end.

Throughout the rest of the dream, all sorts of random occurences happened. I was able to fly for about ten seconds. I was captured by the family of the girls I killed. Then turned out to be an insane family of mass murderers who were merely hired by Black Mask to kill me. Later, I read some lines out of a script to help Bill Pullman or Martin Sheen, one of the two. I also met up with Adil and his classmates in the mountains later.

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Time:

12:20 pm.

I liek Cartel.

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Time:

12:58 am.

I almost did something very very dumb last night.

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Time:

2:54 pm.

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