Dachande

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    • Procrastionation 'R Us

      14 years ago

      Dachande

      Well, it's T-minus 2 days until my exam... Haven't studied yet.

      What is this magical power keeping me from studying? I don't get it. I can always find better things to do.

      Not even gaming really... But preparing food, cleaning shit, helping people move.... It's ridiculous.

    • Logged on?

      14 years ago

      Dachande

      I'm not logged on. I'm simply at work, and I check frequently.

      Furthermore, I just X the window once I'm done... I don't logout properly, so there's probably an online-ghost here for awhile...


      OoooOOOOooo!! Online-ghost!

    • Save me Jebus!

      14 years ago

      Dachande

      I knew it was only a matter of time until the Jesus comments started rolling in (see my images section, comments)...

      C'mon guys. There's a slight difference between me - a relatively bored, laid back, long-haired gaming geek - and the son of God.

      I mean.. I haven't done the whole movie thing or anything!

    • New Pictures!

      14 years ago

      Dachande

      Yep... Just for you assholes who are really bored.

      Enjoy!



      On a slightly more shitty note, it's 3:20AM, and here I am writing a fuck essay again. Oddly enough, I'm much more conscious but much less organized with this essay... I don't know what to do, but I'll just write away I suppose.

    • How do you follow up a poo-dick?

      14 years ago

      Dachande

      Well, I found something else for you guys. Something you might already be familiar with infact. Also sexually related. I give you the chronicles of bloodninja. This has been in the internet for a long time. But for those of you who've never seen it, you'll get a kick.


      CyberSex Gone Wrong:

      bloodninja: Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?
      BritneySpears14: Aight.
      bloodninja: Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.
      BritneySpears14: I slip out of my pants, just for you, bloodninja.
      bloodninja: Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.
      BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up.
      bloodninja: Me too baby.
      BritneySpears14: I kiss you softly on your chest.
      bloodninja: I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.
      BritneySpears14: Hey...
      bloodninja: I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 Cock of the Infinite.
      BritneySpears14: Funny I still don't see it.
      bloodninja: I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty F*ck of the Beyondness.
      BritneySpears14: You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.
      bloodninja: Don't f*ck with me bitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.
      bloodninja: I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid.
      BritneySpears14: Don't ever message me again you piece of shit.
      bloodninja: Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.
      bloodninja: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.
      bloodninja: You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now.
      bloodninja: Baby?

      Yeah it was pretty sweet.


      This one was good.
      bloodninja: Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you.
      j_gurli3: thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.
      bloodninja: A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.
      j_gurli3: haha, ok lets go.
      j_gurli3: i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck.
      bloodninja: I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.
      j_gurli3: haha, ok, u know that turns me on.
      j_gurli3: i start unbuttoning ur shirt.
      bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.
      j_gurli3: No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it's just part of the game.
      bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't play games. They f*cking charge your ass.
      j_gurli3: stop, cmon be serious.
      bloodninja: It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass.
      bloodninja: I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.
      j_gurli3: thats it.
      bloodninja: Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn.
      bloodninja: Goddam am I hard now.

      This kinda sucked.

      BritneySpears14: Ok, are you ready?
      eminemBNJA: Aight, yeah I'm ready.
      BritneySpears14: I like your music Em... Tee hee.
      eminemBNJA: huh huh, yeah, I make it for the ladies.
      BritneySpears14: Mmm, we like it a lot. Let me show you.
      BritneySpears14: I take off your pants, slowly, and massage your muscular physique.
      eminemBNJA: Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat.
      BritneySpears14: What the f*ck, I told you not to message me again.
      eminemBNJA: Oh shit
      BritneySpears14: I swear if you do it one more time I'm gonna report your ISP and say you were sending me kiddie porn you f*ck up.
      eminemBNJA: Oh shit
      eminemBNJA: damn I gotta write down your names or something

    • Alright, a Google. - NSFW

      14 years ago

      Dachande

      Google the word "pillowfight" (one word) in Google Images. See what it comes up with as the first picture.
      ...
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      ................................................
      ................................................................................................

      How is that a pillow fight, for fucks sakes?
      You asked for it HMN.

    • Hate to Be a Multi-Posting Journal Whore

      14 years ago

      Dachande

      But...

      This sums up what I hate quite nicely:

      PSP vs. DS

      Fanboys... You've been fucking owned.

    • Journal Bot V1.0

      14 years ago

      Dachande

      Ridiculous commencing statement, somewhat relating to fatigue and general anger.

      Fucking awesome paragraph, underlining and describing the newness of some form of entertainment. Goddamn this paragraph is hip and with it. There is no way that someone could get any better information at a site dedicated to this kind of information. My journal is the singlemost useful source of information on the inter-web!

      Slightly more depressing paragraph of school-related bullshit, and the impending doom of mankind, in relation to school-related bullshit.

      Sharp poke at random forum-member. Usually rhyming with Whoman-Field.

      Shaking head at some random and stupid fucking n00b posting a dumbass comment on the forums.

      Random post of a disgusting or halarious comic or picture.

      Daily begging-for-mod-points schpeal. Attempt to once again to make readers laugh, agree or feel sorry enough to spend a mod point, to add to already-bloated pile.


      End, with witty statement... Like... Fondenglad. Or, some bizarre combination of words, like Asbestos-FishKicking-Pencil-Sponge.


    • Whew!

      14 years ago

      Dachande

      I just finished a ton of work for the RT Sponsors Clan...

      I organized a shitload of tryouts, including personally contacting all the applicants, and inter-scheduling the Squad members with the Applicants...

      It took awhile, but I hope that my attempts at covering all the bases result in a Try-Out session that goes off fairly well. I'm looking forward to this.

      It's nice to be useful, even for something like this. Post-Sec education tends to make you feel like, no matter how hard you try, you're still insignificant and fall short of expectations. You could study for a week for an exam, and the Prof could still throw you an impossible curve-ball midterm. And you're powerless to do anything...

      With the clan, I feel like I've got a bunch of great guys and gals to hang around with. It's really relieving. Keeps the stress at bay.

      ....... Anywho! Girlfriend's playing Mario Sunshine in the livingroom... I can hear her French-accented squeals and curses as she does random things... I'm gonna go join her now, as she's been understanding enough to let me fulfill my obligations with the clan while she waits patiently - despite not having seen me for a week. Mmmmm... I love her.

      Toodles guys! See you all tomorrow!

    • Happy happy, joy joy.

      14 years ago

      Dachande

      If I had the muscle power to smile, I would... However, my body has shut down all bodily functions except those required to type. Honestly, I'm barely bothering to breath... Who needs that shit in their life, right?

      Anyway... HMN, this was the last of them... But I'm wiped out. Here's my shedule:

      Sunday:
      Up at 8am. Start essay due for Monday. Required length 5 pages, maximum 7.

      Monday:
      Finish essay at 5:30am. Finished length of 7 pages. Good goddamn work.
      Attempt to fall asleep at 6:00am, to wake up for 7:00am for work at 9:00am.
      Wake up by sound of boss calling me, to let me know it's 9:30. Fuck.
      Get to work, for 10:45, stay 'till 5.
      Go to library, research articles from 5-7 about Environment and Population Growth.
      Talk to Jedi about being a mook, and general mookness.
      Enter class, 7:00. Hand in essay one. Yay.
      Sit through class, 'till 10:00.
      After class, me and two of my friends go have a beer (I had a Pepsi) with the prof, and talk about some really cool shit for once. Note to self, repeat.
      Get home at 11:30. Begin essay 2. Minimum of 4 pages, maximum of 6, double spaced. Required articles: 3.

      Tuesday:
      Work on essay until 3:00am.
      Play Jedi Academy from 3:00-4:00am. Realize overall cheesiness of plot and game, erase last statement from mind on the basis that it is blaphemous towards StarWars.
      Work on essay until 6:00am.
      Finish essay. Final length: 6 pages. Final number of articles used: 7.
      Begin work on bibliography.
      Finish bibliography at 10:00am. *FUCK*
      Print out draft copy of essay, just to make sure there's no fuck-up sentences (I rarely EVER do this.)
      ......... Printer runs out of ink half way through draft print......
      Cry. 10:00am-7pm.

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