STAR WARS: EPISODE THREE REVENGE OF THE SITH IS HERE!

WOO HOO!

I will be masquerading in a mediocre Darth Vader outfit just to see it, like all other obsessed nerds. In other news, the report on Channel 7 who was covering the long lines in front of the NYC cinemas couldn't pronounce Sith. She insisted on saying "seeth", when it is pronounced "ssith". Fucking uninformed asses.

It's a real shame Oren is not into this or I'd be having him dress as Darth Vader and accompanying me to the cinema, because he's taller and more imposing. Dammit.

WOAH SHIT GUYS, FUCKING MEETING MAY 15.


Meeting starts at 3:30 P.M , May 15. Be there at 3:00 earliest.

It well be held at the Starbucks Astor Place. Maybe next meeting, way ahead of time you can choose a different place. Bring your own money for drinks and food. Meeting ends officially at 4:30.

RSVP by commenting or PM'ing me on the forums. Dammit.



Confirmed: Oren, Jason
Probably can make it: Scott
Pussied Out:

http://www.cnn.com/2005/TECH/ptech/04/28/subway.crime.ipod.ap/index.html

So I'm looking at this crap and I have to say, serves you bloody right. You know, I went to manhattan myself, and everyone has their Ipods out in full view like its a badge of honor. So if you're going to sit at the table in starbucks with your Ipod on the table, drinking your mocha latte reading mother fucking Nietzsche with a smug look on your face, don't piss and moan if you get mugged. Hell, I want to mug a few of those bastards myself. I've got a Playstation Portable, and I don't wander around the place smiling smugly and holding it up for all to see. I'm not that kind of asshole that feels the compulsive need to display how much better he is than you, I-have, You-Don't style. "Oh, I got my ipod stoled, waah wah." Shut the fuck up and deal. You deserve it.
Starbucks? That place reeks of Pseudointellectualism. Oh sure, read War and Peace with a self-assured look on your face, as if to say, "Well, here I am, world. I'm READING a book, which your are not! And it's WAR AND PEACE! And I am sipping my latte with more efficiency than you ever will have!" Oh, fucking spare me. It's a Coffee House, not Harvard. I despise people who feel the need to show that they are so much better than the public by showing off. Fucking retards. Like people who drive SUV's. Often the SUV is emptier than an Irishman's mug at the end of a day. What do you NEED such a waste of metal for, if you wont carry anything in it! And it's mostly rich white whores driving them. Need to fucking make up for your lack of backbone, so you buy a truck as big as my cock for it. Yeah, you need to drive the kids in it, big fucking deal. I normally see TWO kids in one SUV. TWO. How many people can it seat? NINE. If I was the king of the world I'd bloody well ban SUV's. Any woman with an SUV would get the pear. And if you're a man, you get the pear too. In the rear.

http://www.houseofdesade.org/torture/pear.htm

Bitches.

I got a journal for posting randomness in. In other news Galen and Xav ripped Mags and I a new on in the NYRA chat. Oh, did you hear? Mags an I are best buds now. We talk over the phone constantly, console each other when he have problems...it's cool now. I'm glad he finally came to his senses.

Ok, time to choke a bitch who thinks he can own me. So a dumb mother fucker who has penis size issues, bad eyes, bad breath, an ugly fuckin mug, and an egghead who calls himself "lord galen" wrote this dumbass mother fuckin Rant about me. OK, we got this bitch who wears a trenchcoat and shaves his head. Woo. Then he screams about his mother fucking Individuality. He has about the same amount of "individuality", note the quotes assholes, as the lameass Goths that run about the mall shrieking their individuality and then buying the SAME fucking spikes and boots that EVERY fucking Goth in the city wears. Holy fucking shit, you're individual. In 99.99999% of the public's eyes, you look like mother fucking goddamn NEO. So quit bitching you dumbshit. You look like Neo, everyone thinks you look like Neo. If you wear a Police Officer's uniform, people will think you're a Officer. PISS on your dumbass individuality. You look like thousand of pale, pasty bitches out there in coats and that's fucking it. Don't like it? I don't give a shit. Sure, maybe your twisted up little brain thinks Trenchcoats are just cool but guess what, no one else gives a shit! You're one of the many other assholes that wear coats because they want to look badass.
Also, wear some fucking contacts you dipshit. There ARE contacts that work like sunglasses, after all.

Oh, now you don't want to look like Maddox? Guess what, rants like yours are a dime a dozen, even if YOU weren't influenced by him. Maybe if you wanted to appear better to the general public you should actually write intelligent articles that aren't just big, steaming, smelly packs of BULLSHIT. Yeah, individuality reigns supreme on your site. Just what we need, another self-opinionated, I'm the king of my World, dyed-in-the-wool, grade A bastard. Millions of em out there, folks, so the first thing that pops into the average person's head is "maddox wannabe".

Here's a gem from there:

"But, NO, that can't be it! I just HAVE to be "trying to be" like someone else! Get this through your thick little heads, you small-minded, dick-head, inferior little shits: I AM ME! I know it's hard to fucking deal with because almost no one knows how to be anything without a movie telling them what to be, but there are still a few of us out there who don't give a flying fuck about what's "popular." "

Sure...you're you alright. You dumb bastard. What the general public thinks is more important than one man's opinion, even if he's right. Jesus Christ was a prime example. Wear your fucking trenchcoat, and DEAL with the shit you put up with, you fucking deserve it. That's the price you pay. Bitch.

No doubt he will write another badly thought out, self-important, retarded, and ego-building rant about me to make his E-penis bigger and improve his Popularity on the internet. Who fuckin cares? This is the first and last time I'm tackling his bitch ass.

So. Ana decided to tangle teeth with me over my latest entry. Jason the Moron also decided to stumble in and do stuff with me, knowing all along I was right. So I showed her my last entry on AOL IM, she decided to try to make herself look good. I destroyed her rebuttal and she started swearing at me. Fucken gotta stomp some ass that thinks they can fuck with you eh. And then she starts using low blows, and I say, "Yeah, homie don't play like that" and stomped her ass some more. I left then. So big bad ol Jason comes in and starts talking to me like he's the God of Creation and telling me how Ana carried chairs and various things halfway across the city and waited hours for me. No way to talk to a very pissed off God of War, right? I call bullshit on this one! If she was smart she would have stayed at Astor Place Starbucks and waited, instead of moving. See how smart our President is? Then he said she was tired all day and had to preside over the table. Holy shit Sherlock! She did that? Wow dude, she's quick because last I saw she tabled for a few minutes then left David to it and necked with a kid she picked up tabling by the side. Then I tabled, dutifully. I endured assholes like never before and behaved like a cheap hooker in Gordon Heights to get one measly fuckin dollar. Then next morning she just bumps off me and Oren, who dragged himself from Ozone Park to Jersey for nothing. No call, no apology, nothing? So, with great justice and with Oren's cheering on, I destroyed Ana's rebuttal for great justice. I swear to God if she gives me any lip, I will get really angry. Gella decides to be smart and call me a Misogynist. Fuck that, I wouldn't have even said anything if Ana had not started name calling and screaming at me. Gella is going to receive the stomp of her life if she messes with me one more time because my patience with this whole retarded little troupe is wearing thin.

I need sleep now.

I really don't want to have to go back down this road but here goes.

So I woke up bright and early Sunday at nine. Got dress, woke everyone else up, they got dressed, and we left for Ubercon. Ana, the incredibly clever and wise President of NYRA NYC decided that her sleep is more important than the rest of the gang, so she left me and Oren hanging at the Con, I had my fill of nerd stench, and Oren just couldn't stick it. Although he had some fun playing Counter-Strike 1.6 , he found the endless noise and chatter to be too much and escaped back outside to the lobby. I finished up the CS Match I was playing and went outside, breathed deeply of the nice clean lobby air, and then asked Oren if he felt like leaving yet. He nearly flew out his sneakers running out the door, not that I can blame him. Then Ana, clever girl, called me at one o' clock. Apparently staying up late does not do wonders for her. I was enraged and furious at her shortsightedness but I decided that if I let my anger run away with me I would reduce my chances of ever scoring to Zero. So I let her make her excuses and then shoved the phone in the suitcase. I slept inside the car, so I have not a clue what went on, all I know is that when I awoke Oren had left and my father was beside himself with rage. We drove home, and I charged up my laptop. And that's all.