Currently The Ascension By OTEP Perfectly Flawed see related

Regardless, I woke up.

Yeah, like, I've totally been sleeping this entire ti- no.

Yeah, I took a break. When I have something to say, I blog. When I don't, I don't. So, for quite awhile, I had nothing to say at all.

But, I've decided that people need to be properly informed of the world around them, so, I'm here, now.

Yeah, GM declared bankruptcy. Now, see, the state of the company leaks into the state of the CEO. The state of the CEO leaks into the state of the slightly lower heirarchists, and so on and so forth. Eventually, this leads to the supervisors. The state of the supervisors leaks into the state of the assembly line employees. The state of the assembly line employees leaks into the product, being the cars. Obviously, everyone is depressed over the state of everything in GM, so, the cars are bipolar and clinically depressed. If you buy a new Chevy and you find your tires slashed the next day, yeah. The car did that itself.

So, what shall I do now that I have exhuasted the only joke I could think up in the ten minute span that I am writing this in?

Uh...

Dictionary of Happiness?

Today's word: Believe

Dictionary.com's entry for believe: "To have confidence in the truth, the existence, or the reliability of something, although without absolute proof that one is right in doing so: Only if one believes in something can one act purposefully."

So lacking in personality.

The Dictionary of Happiness entry: To think you're totally right. Believing is something that commonly happens on internet forums and chatrooms. "I believe your argument proves that you're really Hitler DISGUISED as Twilitegrrl236." 

Example: "It's a good thing that motivational speak believes in you, 'cause no one else does." 

That concludes today's entry. 

Oh, on a final note, listen to the bands Bloc Party and Otep. They are simply marvelous.

Remember: "All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses." - Friedrich Nietzsche.

And: "Nietzsche was stupid and abnormal." - Leo Tolstoy

Chill, you spazerts.

\,,/~Joe~\,,/

P.S. To my facebook friends (if you are not a friend of mine on facebook, you're welcome), if you had not noticed, this was originally posted on Xanga. I think you should have gathered that much. Writing notes on facebook is for squares and the occasional misguided hexegon.

Currently Stacy's Mom By Fountains of Wayne Stacy's Mom see related

If you were an FDA approved drug, what would your possible side effects include?

Well, considering that the suggested dosage would probably be something of an overdose, it would probably be beautiful colors which eventually give way to sudden, painless death.

And I'd be fantastic as a steroid!
   

I just answered this Featured Question; you can answer it too!

My head is a drum.

Or, at least, it will be.

I have beats and rhythms pulsing through my head almost every second. I move to my own groove, as basic as that beat it is.

It comforts me to write something. Just simply punching down each word warms me. It's bloody hot out, but that hasn't stopped me from feeling cold. I'm sensitive to heat, and I cannot stand the sun or hot air. It's all around me, though, I still feel chilled. So frozen that you could stick my heart in your drink and it would be perfect. It would give "on the rocks" a whole new meaning.

But, in a less literal examination of my title, each thought I have hurts in some special way or another. I want to slap myself over the head, and move those gears back into, eh, gearing right. The way they are gearing at this point -which is also how they have been gearing for quite awhile- is just about unbearable.

In other words, I just got back from my friend's service. The actual funeral was private to family, but this one was to friends and loved ones. I doubt he even remembered me. I definetely remembered him, though.

Moving on...

Dictionary of Happiness Entry: Poetry.

Dictionary.com definition:

How uninventive.

Dictionary of Happiness entry:

1. A tree belonging to Edgar Allan Poe.

2. A common synonym for angst.

3. A word usually associated with skinny, pale people who haven't been outside in years.

4. The result of tears, broken innocence, word magnets, and a blender.

5. Mixed with alcohol or other mind blowingly incapacitating substances, it is the main cause of FUI arrests. (Fruitcaking Under the Influence)

6. The main way little children can let the world know that daddy is a masochist and mommy is a sadist without getting caught, however, it's usually too late by the time the poem is translated out of shakespear-ian.

Example: Little Sally work for months on a poem which detailed her pain ridden childhood and how everyone would make fun of her. She then sent it to a poetry magazine to be published within it. The magazine sent it back saying that it seemed like she just put a few words together meaninglessly. She was heart broken, but ewas determined to get the magazine to publish it. She modified the poem from censored to uncensored, detailing her rape, diagnosis of cancer, the euthinization of all her pets in one day, and the suicide of boy she loved. The magazine accepted it, and filed it under comedy.

Heh, I really do not like myself. ^_^

Chill, you spazerts.

\,,/~Joe~\,,/

Currently Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses By Slipknot Pulse of the Maggots see related

Suicide is painless.

One of the closest friends of my childhood and preteen years took his life on Sunday, so, yeah. I'm going to deal with it the best way I know how: I'm going to hate myself, everything else, and let the music fuel my anger.

That said, at the strong, strong, strong, strongstrongstrong advice and wish of my counselor, I removed my stories and poetry from Xanga, except for the ones I wrote to be posted on xanga. *balloons, parties, cake, ice cream, joy and ponies abound*

“You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.”

-  Chuck Palahniuk quotes

If you hadn't figured it out yet, I've had a pretty bad week, so far.

On the face of the AOL homepage, today, there is controversy, scandals, scantily clad women, anger, hatred, misfortune and consumerism. I don't even know why I use the internet anymore, honestly. There's so much wrong with it, and very, very little that's right. Also, the right stuff has it's own secretive wrong side. Why bother having something correct if it's only going to be incorrect in it's own special, devious method?

Meh. It'll burn some day. It'll be like fireworks, and the birth of a new nation. Some 4th of July, we're going to have an America free of capitalism, free of socialism, free of drugs, free of razor blades, free of eating disorders, free of rape, free of murder, and it'll be the new Declaration of Independance. We'll be a nation with a clean slate and free of sin. Some day, we'll be independant from what America is now. I know what day that will be.

The one on which Hell freezes over.

Today's Dictionary of Happiness entry: Dreams.

Dictionary dot com states:

1.	a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep.

2.	the sleeping state in which this occurs.

3.	an object seen in a dream.

4.	an involuntary vision occurring to a person when awake.

5.	a vision voluntarily indulged in while awake; daydream; reverie.

6.	an aspiration; goal; aim: A trip to Europe is his dream.

7.	a wild or vain fancy.

8.	something of an unreal beauty, charm, or excellence.

How wrong. ^_^

The Dictionary of Happiness entry:

Dreams:

1. A nightmare, otherwise known as screams in the night.

2. The thing that makes children believe for sure they are going to be a doctor, a rock star, a ballerina, or an astronaut.

3. The universal term for a dark comedy.

4. Aerosmith album covers.

5. Something that little boys have and try to cover up with a roll of papertowels and tears.

6. The kind of thing someone has during childhood, like being president or a supermodel. It continues to the day they day, even when they are conveniance store janitors and prostitutes.

7. The number one cause of fear in the United States.

8. The single most flammable object known to man.

"This is the year that hope fails you." - Slipnot.

Sure freakin' is.

Chill, you spazerts.

\,,/~Joe~\,,/

Currently A Weekend in the City By Bloc Party Flux see related

The Dictionary of Happiness *Poem edited out*

So, as you all know (like, the those of you that actually read this thing; if you're still there), I am here simply to brighten your day. That's all I'm trying to do.

Also, an estimated 18% of adults in this world are illiterate. [citation needed]

To change your low, depressed selves and save you from illiteracy, I have decided to start doing a word every post for however long I feel like it, in order to save your day and make you smarter.

Today's word is: Reattach.

OoOoOoOoOo.

Such a very special word.

Dictionary.com states this on the word Reattach: "Re`at*tach\, v. t. To attach again."

How boring.

The Dictionary of Happiness definition of this very special word is such as this:

Re-ah-tach. Normally referencing limbs lost in fights or accidents, reattach generally means the maddened scramble that the doctors have to reattach said (now foreign) limb.

Example: After tracking the small dog down and bludgeoning it with brick, little Billy both became a man and retrieved his Grandmother's hand, which the doctors attempted to reattach in a maddened rush.

That's the Dictionary of Happiness entry for today.

Again, my single utmost desire is to make you cheerful. ^.^

Chill, you spazerts.

\,,/~Joe~\,,/

EDIT: I still have no freaking clue why all the i's and l's are a different shade of green. o.o