Ok, im gonna go ahead and tell you something you fucking morons on MySpace. This is something you dont know and i feel privileged to tell you this. I and hundreds of other people DO NOT give a shit about your MySpace bulletins where you post pointless bullshit about your personal lives and expect sympathy. This is an example :
"Im sick Of him hurting me and making me cry so much.
I did everything in my power to make him happy.
I did so fucking much and it wasn't enough.
I'm never going to be good enough.
I can't stop crying.
fuck."
Hate to break it too you dollface, but i dont give a fuck at all. This pathetic cry for attentions just gets a belly laugh out of me. Why post that? why? Seriously, I mean if you post that your only looking for sympathy. The worst part is you'll get some.
I guess its my own fault for opening these bulletins, but when you have titles like "Im sick, really sick" you usually would assume theres something life threatening or whatever. Your curios, but then your greeted to this shit.
Please, if you have to post shit that has nothing to do with me,I dont care about, attention seeking and Pathetic then delete me please unless I delete you first.
Welcome to the real world, you stupid fucking people.
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Its hard to put into words my disapointment at this play. Poorly directed and acted, this is probably the worst production ive ever seen by the school. There were some saving graces, but they couldnt make up for it. I cant say I was expecting much, but I did think it would be better than it was. I entered supportive and left disapointed.
By the time me and my associate entered it was roughly 10 mins before the start and there were only 8 people there. We made it up to an even ten, wondering if maybe people were just late. With minutes before the start only a few more came in, making the total for the start 13. Unlucky. The play started with a somewhat camp man introducing the play. It felt unappropriate and out of place. bad start. The lights dimmed, but not as much as we everyone wanted. The light in the room made coupled with the few people in the room made us very aware of each other.
The play started out alright, introducing us to the only character that seemed to remember her lines. This was short lived when the lead made his way onto the stage. Im not sure why the director made him the lead. He had as much charisma as a spoon and spoke all of his lines, not acting. There was nothing there. One major character of the play is the leads concious. Hes depicted as a man in white who shadows the lead, commenting on whats going on in the scene and in the leads head. I know this because I had read the play before I seen it. Everyone else, I thought anyway, didnt seem to grasp this until further on. A good director can make this connection apparent to the audience as soon as the character walks on. This is forgiven by the actors energy about the stage. He wasnt afraid to speak up, deliver lines the right way and even sing the play titles tune. The lead himself though mumbled and was constantly forgetting his lines. Again, Im not sure why he was made the lead. He had no redeeming features and was just annoying. By the first act eveyone knew what they were in for. I actually wanted to leave.
One major plot point of the play is his relationship with his father and trying to speak to him about how he feels. On the stage however this was not really felt,seen or apparent at all. This was mianly due to mumbled lines,forgotten lines and no emotion from either party. If I had'nt read the play i wouldnt have even noticed this plot point. Points like this were all ove the play. Its not even fully explained why he wants to leave in the first place, you have to guess in places. After and hour My associate and I were just waiting for the thing to end. Eventually it ended and we left in a hurry.
The Direction of the play was bad. It felt like the actors were just doing what they wanted. The deliverince of the lines was emotionless and talentless.The only characters who actually had something was his "conscience" "Aunt lizzy"and the character "madge".They could act and remember their lines. Casting wise it was terrible. The lead couldnt act, he was like wood.There was points where lines were forgotten they just stood there not knowing what to do. At one point bluntly asking for their lines. The story itself was hard to follow. If you hadnt read the play you would be lost. Full stop.
I was expecting more, but I was left with less.
Just a half hour ago i was caught in a conversation with a friend of mine on our way home. Although hes sound as chips, he doesnt seem to realise the problem he has. Nearly 80% of the English language spoken from that mans mouth is 100% grade A Fertilizer.
He should be a lawyer, because the tsunami of shit that comes out of this mans mouth is only second to a german sheisse orgy. Outside I was calm and collected, but inside i was screaming and my brain felt like it was trying to escape this madness. The sound of his voice and constant "GUFFAW"'s almost drove me homicidal. I would have done him there and then in the street.
The walk felt like it lasted years, but in reality on mere minutes. By the time I could see my house I broke into a kind of dash for the door. The poor bastard didnt even realise the torment I was in from his constant babbling. I waved a goodbye and ran to the door. pushed the doorbell. No answer. damn! Luckily he was oblivious to this and moved along home. This is unquantifiable proof that there is a god, and he likes me. Another minute with that man would have pushed me over the edge.
Tonight, im attending the play "Philedelphia, here i come" . I might just write up how it was later on tonight. I just hope it was better than their last production, "west side story".
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Gadzooks man!
4 Days until mass intoxication. The thought of it makes me almost taste the tuborg that will turn me into an animal. During the day we drink and in the dusk we hobble around like uncontrolable zombies, moving toward the sound of bar music. Yes, paddys day is only around the bend. One hell of a bender.
Theres that mass delusion that he wants us to get hammered in his name. We all know its not true, but we force ourselves to believe the only think that will make sense in those precious 24 hours. Alcohol, our only true saviour. Im sure all the n00b bartenders and getting the brief, to learn how to handle their taps, take orders over the roar of parched patrons all screaming for the cure too their illness and serve their country. America has its wars and its heroes, Ireland has its Bars and its bartenders. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can be more chaotic than a popular bar on St patricks day.
My plans for the occasion are uncertain, and theres a chance I wont come back. But I can assure you that when I say that if I take any shots (On occasion I love Vodka and its been awhile ), and I live to tell the tale, ill write up my exploits here.
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4 Days until mass intoxication. The thought of it makes me almost taste the tuborg that will turn me into an animal. During the day we drink and in the dusk we hobble around like uncontrolable zombies, moving toward the sound of bar music. Yes, paddys day is only around the bend. One hell of a bender.
Theres that mass delusion that he wants us to get hammered in his name. We all know its not true, but we force ourselves to believe the only think that will make sense in those precious 24 hours. Alcohol, our only true saviour. Im sure all the n00b bartenders and getting the brief, to learn how to handle their taps, take orders over the roar of parched patrons all screaming for the cure too their illness and serve their country. America has its wars and its heroes, Ireland has its Bars and its bartenders. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can be more chaotic than a popular bar on St patricks day.
My plans for the occasion are uncertain, and theres a chance I wont come back. But I can assure you that when I say that if I take any shots (On occasion I love Vodka and its been awhile ), and I live to tell the tale, ill write up my exploits here.
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There comes a time in every mans life where he must reach his full potential. To go to physical extremes and surpass their possibilty.To boldly go where no man has gone before. My mission is simple.
Im joining a Gym. Im getting fit.
Oh yes. Its time. My saggy man titties must wave goodbye and my gut say its prayers cause im going for gold.Me and my always classy friend, Mark ,are going to work out. But the questions remains. Can we well and truely push it to the LIMIT?
Only time can tell friends. But the next picture you see of me wont look like the marshmello man. No sir. You'll see a striking strapping young lad. Someone to look up too. A greek god. A Leader. A Warren.
May God have mercy on us all.
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With 300 fast approaching and the first reviews out it lookes like I was right in saying that it would be a classic. IGN just posted a review (10/10) where its quoted as a masterpiece and "It's truly difficult to resist making epic proclamations about a filmmaker's career after watching something like 300." Goes to show that a comic book movie can surpass the horrible filmaking it usually gets.
There are a good few geek movies coming out this year. Spiderman 3, Transformers, Halloween,Die hard 4, TMNT, Smoking aces, Zodiac to name only a few. We'll leave Ghostrider out of it since that isnt really a movie, but just a really long music video with a "Look I can still play a twenty year old" Nicholas Cage. With 300 just getting a really good review then my hopes of seeing just as good or better than expected in these is up +100.
One of these is Transformers. more than meets the fucking eye. When this movie was announced I had to bring a towel with me everywhere cause just thinking about it made me cream.I had fears of this turning to shit and my childhood fantasy ruined but fuck it, its Optimus Prime time baby, and ill be there, front row centre. Same goes for Die hard 4 and the fact that Venom will be in spidey 3. Sure, they might not win any oscars, but who gives a fuck? Once they're not absolutely god awful like Fantastic Four. I can only hope.
But it looks like the guy who just directed 300 is directing Watchmen. If you know what that means you might wanna get a towel. Now.
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Seems like blogspot upgraded and with it my interest.
Now im gonna post more stupid stuff, web 2.0 style. Dont have time to post much now, just wait awhile, cause when i do it'll shit all over the page.
Awesome.
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