November 2001
boo.
its still halloween. i finished updating the journal layout. once i figure out my fucking FTP problems, the site will be up and running pretty much. hm. you like?
guess thats it. gonna go get my drag on.
October 2001
oh yeah.
its halloween. party on.
bam.
the site is amazing. too bad its offline. yeah. obviously, i changed the journal layout. its not totally changed. but getting there. for now…
NJpunk82 (11:30:41 PM): yeah, sometimes it resembles high school. but people are a bit more mature and independent. Anyways, so i have to dress up as britney spears tomorrow.
pledge maggot no more.
yes, you’re now reading the thoughts of the newest brother of Zeta Beta Tau|Beta Mu chapter[Rider University].
the site is coming. that is all.
it sucks having a bum knee.
college night will draw the crowds|dorms unload and you’re heading out|here is your moment to shine|making up a history|it has nothing from the life you lead but man will they buy all your lines
-swiss army romance:dashboard confessional
alive.
i’m hoping i proved my worth. even with half a bottle of jim beam whiskey in me, i will still protect my house and die for my brothers. i want you all to know that.
cock smoker.
trellix is being the little bitch that it is and not updating properly[hence no site]. this is why i need new software. anyways, until i figure this shit out, bear with me. danks.
back up from being back down.
in a spur-of-the-moment decision, i have decided to put about:blank back online. the realization hit me a long time ago that i wouldn’t have enough time to to any major updates until winter break probably. so why waste web space? plan on seeing major changes come the end of december/january. until then, enjoy what is here and the small shit that i put up. why haven’t i gotten...
don't you hate it when you put your boxers on...
i love being the bad guy. “you’re saying that the victim doesn’t want it to end. good, i get to dress up and play the assassin again. it’s my favorite. it’s got personality.” -the afghan whigs
for the kids.
don’t mess with kids at drexel. apparently they’ll use the INTERNET to fuck with you.
ooohhhh. scary.
here's to that asshole.
ok guy. here’s your formal apology. i “stole” that cartoon i had on my site a way back. the one with the stick figures. i found it on m.o.c and thought it was rad. i saw no copyright. so i used it as my own. even if it was plagarism, i had all your dumb-asses believing it. lesson learned: there are pussies who complain when you use an image of theirs that they forgot to...
@ 4am.
the sister is 16.
the eyes are bloodshot.
the screen is bright.
the accusations mount.
the troubles are oh-so-close.
the mind is apparently robust.
interlude.
heyyy. you thought i forgot about this shit, didn’t you?
that’s how busy i’ve been.
yeah.
i suppose the big event in the last who knows how long was midnight maddness. cars almost being towed. police chases. stealing things. taking pictures with gas station attendants. caffine. mroe caffine.
in terms of anything insightful or intelligent to type here. suddenly, as...
blood shot eyes.
ahh college. nothing like watching porn at 5am with a room full of guys.
fighting for myself.
i miss home. i miss my family. my brother called me today to say good-night. i haven’t talked to him in a month. i sat there and cried. fuck. i’m crying right now. thank god i’m turned around and my roommate can’t see me. i’d lose all my man-cred.
being president of a pledge class is a lot of responsibility. as a class, we’re not doing so hot. well,...