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]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/22986858/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/22986858/ Tue, 03 Feb 2009 15:44:31 PST
Randy looked out his bus window and shouted back "What's going on Miphisto? I've been at home. Shit came up." He was very nonchalant. I assumed he had skipped school.

"What kind of shit?"

"Well, my mom killed herself this weekend."

Nothing will drive a wedge between your relationship more than that. Ho-leee shit.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/22786876/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/22786876/ Sat, 24 Jan 2009 16:59:14 PST
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That is the greatest thing I have ever seen in my life ever. Thank you island nation of Japan. Thank you for your nutty pizza commercials.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/22448188/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/22448188/ Wed, 07 Jan 2009 08:38:06 PST
Here's a funny story: In debate yesterday, there was this dude who said that working on cancer research was pointless because the world was going to end in 2012 (and these are the reasons why) for his entire argument. It was awesome.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/22098739/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/22098739/ Sun, 21 Dec 2008 08:40:24 PST [link]

Ooohhhhh yeeaaaahhhh...

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I've started reading my textbooks for entertainment, I am starting to seriously rock-climb, I've sadly quit skateboarding, I've totally crashed and burned with several girls, I've befriended several African immigrants who can't say my name so they just call me "Bah-dee" or "May-n", and I passed my first quarter with an unexpected 3.5 GPA.

I'll still check in from time to time and submit writing, considering that both of the cameras have either been too upgraded to be touched without laytex gloves or they've been lost by bumbling fathers. Even though I know that not a one of you cares though.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/20842864/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/20842864/ Sun, 05 Oct 2008 13:26:31 PDT
See you all soon I guess.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/20817153/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/20817153/ Fri, 03 Oct 2008 22:37:17 PDT
Oh, by the way, I am writing a lot nowadays. It looks like photography is slowly drifting off, but now I'm going to become an angst filled sack of Hot Topic-ifyed shit.

Oh no!!!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/20745306/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/20745306/ Mon, 29 Sep 2008 16:25:57 PDT
I'm going to try to be as cheery as I can today. I don't want a repeat of January! Ha ha! Remember that?

I want to learn keyboards so I can start playing electronic music. Not strip club electronic music, but rather Slok, or Ada. More Ada though. Postal Service. Something like that.

My social life has been in turmoil (so it's normal) and I've got all sorts of problems that aren't really important, but they're a rather pressing issue for me personally. So here we go.

I officially have standing in the freaky kids who skip all the time and smoke, the psycho "bisexual" girls, the writers, the jock seniors (they call me Trevor, which isn't my name), and the "autistic" kids (who call me Mifisto Philia-something), and some adults who hang out with the freaky kids and the "autistics" and sell cigarettes for 50 cents each.

It's nice, but I need to pick a side. And there are some girls who've admitted to be trying to make me gay. That's interesting.

HOLY SHIT!!! I just realized, when I wrote my last journal, my country's economy wasn't being fucked in the ass! We're going to be dirt people in a matter of months! Quick! Load the lifeboats and paddle towards Canada! France! Sweden! Anywhere!

Isn't that a kick in the ass. A month ago, we were only on shaky ground. Now the ground has broken! My father might loose his house! Ah ha ha ha ha ha!!!

Wow. I had my mood set to Peaceful. I wonder if I should change it now... I'll wait until the end of this song. The song's just ended. I didn't get any thinking time.

Imogen Heap is hurting my mind! I need something nice!!!

Ok. I'm changing it.

I've been writing for a while now. It's good for my fingers I'm sure. Time for a break!

Lied down for about a minute and a half with a bike helmet on my face and listened to I an Jen. That's pretty cool.

I want to hear about you all! I want all of you to write me about your days! Your trials, turmoils, easy things and how awesome you guys are doing!

By the way, check out the Back Row Kings on Myspace. That dude Ryan is pretty cool! He makes me smoothies and we talk politics and girls. He has bigger problems with the than me though. Like getting kicked out of his house by one.

But I'm rambling! Goodbye! Off I go into that dark night... Let me get my coat. It's cold out there.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/20413313/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/20413313/ Tue, 09 Sep 2008 19:34:34 PDT
I'm fucking traumatized for life.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/20332940/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/20332940/ Thu, 04 Sep 2008 22:20:44 PDT
< NOOOO!!!)

I have been doing homework since 4 PM today. It is 10:30ish PM now.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/20238602/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/20238602/ Sat, 30 Aug 2008 15:39:58 PDT [link] It sounds like a song from that old Rugrats show.

Friends Like Bill [link] Logan's best work. Give it a few listens and tell me what it's about. Chances are you'll be wrong.

The Standard Metric System [link] I sang this for my class once. It's was pretty good.

ohmygodimonfire [link] His most touching song. It'll make you semi-upset but it's still really good.

I Want To Live On the Moon [link] ~CybyCheetah Should listen to this. But don't take it as the emo anthem it is, but put it on your own situations and think about it for a while.

I also went to Freshman orientation yesterday. I got absorbed into the emo clique in the first three hours. It's was pretty cool.

I also won't have time for anything anymore because I have four honors classes now! SON OF A BITCH!

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My dog ate the dinner I made for my family before they came home. Now I hate her.

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]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/19823019/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/19823019/ Thu, 07 Aug 2008 10:25:32 PDT
I also got blocked from =Abfc's page. I said his boyfriend had an awesome nose and he got mad at me. That is just too damn bad, but he's so hilarious I miss him. It's like a celebrity just died.

Whenever I see my dog, poetry springs to mind, so expect more of that soon.

Poetry? Christ, I'm such a whore.

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]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/19321001/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/19321001/ Thu, 10 Jul 2008 23:01:36 PDT
Read at own risk!

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You might ask why I feel insulted (I doubt it though) because those of you who now me, my ePersona is a total dick who could care less about what you say or do, so long as it isn't stupid. In a nutshell, I feel like I am Yhatzee Croshaw (google him) who doesn't write his insults.

I am insulted by humanity. Out of boredom, I googled "sense" and go a picture of Darth Vader standing knee deep in the ocean, pouring water into a Brita pitcher. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. It'll probably be my webcam soon. It really spoke to me. Even the greatest, most powerful beings in the galaxy resort stupidity to get their basic needs taken care of.

Humanity is Darth Vader and the pouring of salt water into the pitcher is America trying to fix everything for everyone at once, but all they're really doing is wasting time. It's painful for me to look at.

Nothing is getting done! Nobody cares anymore! I'm on the verge of emotional breakdown! My dog is an unresponsive vegetable because I've been using her as a trauma sponge for the last several weeks!

ARRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!

_____

School is over. I graduated middle school with a 3.4 cumulative GPA. Good, considering I was certifiably insane my 6th grade year (where middle school starts here) and I don't give half a shit about it at all. I actually wish I was still at school, being slowly killed on the inside by my peers.

The Tommy Guerrero I'm playing isn't helping either.

A wall of hatred was dedicated to me at my school. Three whiteboards were covered in anti-Brendan sentiment. My favorite pastime was writing motivational bulitens on the boards and silly social satires like: "If Abercrombie and Fitch got into a fist-fight, who would win?" and who could forget "Conform! It's easier!"

My teacher made that last over into a shirt too.

Three whiteboards full of total hate toward ME. And the part that upset me was that the principal (the hardass one) walked right past it, looked at me, shook his head, conducted his business, and left. She just left.

Nobody cared. Even the sympathy brigade thought it was funny. I'm glad I don't have to see a single one of their faces ever, ever, again.

_____

My teachers forced me into theatre this summer. You might ask (and you're not) "How is one forced to become an actor?"

How's "Don't do this and I'll fail you." sound?

I had fun. It was one of the few times I actually enjoyed myself around a group of kids my age since I was small. The last time I really had fun in a group was... 3rd grade?

All of the ones I liked were older than me. The conservatory children. The ones staying until late July. The kids who were never ending spigots of wit, snarkyness, and hilarity. Nicholas was the funniest kid ever! He was mean, spiteful, and his character in his play was fittingly: "Don John the Bastard" in Much Ado About Nothing.

I was at home with those kids.

It's a shame I only got to see them say... Forty five minutes of our eight hour rehearsals.

I had a lead part. My name was Robert Radar and I was a difficult son of a bitch to work with! I rewrote my script blatantly, lectured my cast members for their mistakes (a big no-no), and viciously tore apart my peers at their lazyness, which was TERRIBLE, even by teenager standards.

My group's production sucked, no doubt due to them texting during THE preformance and desperately trying to upstage each other, but I thought I did well.

The end was bittersweet. Three girls professed their undying love for me (who I didn't even know), I got (small exaggeration) 10 phone numbers (all girls), I was personally held as the "creative" paramount for my group, and was told I was awesome by people I didn't even know.

I was a fucking rockstar after the show. I preformed in front of 100-200 people and I KILLED IT! And it true rockstar fashion, I got in a fight in the greenroom with a shit I didn't even know. I felt like John Lydon or some shit out of the late 70s.

I had a bunch of 8-11 year olds who had HUGE little girl crushes on me. The would follow me around and do my bidding, it was rad!

I meet a lot of good men there. A lot of self-obsessed girls, but also a few good ones. And I can't wait to see them all next year.

I can do without the self-obsessed girls though.

_____

I have been writing about myself for a good hour now, so I am going to stop. It's like, 11:10 PM and I need to go to sleep. I have a big day of nothing ahead of me tomorrow.

Oh, and by the way, if you really read... ]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18837511/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18837511/ Sat, 14 Jun 2008 12:07:43 PDT
The name actually is fitting with the rest for my... Week or so.

Two days ago, we went to Riverfront Park, a park that was made for the 19... 76 world's fair. It's full of wonderful things and as an urban kid, I already knew almost everything there was to know about it.

We arrived and watched a movie at the IMAX about the Alps and a man who was climbing the north face of the most dangerous mountains in Europe. The climb was more dangerous than the easiert slope of K2, the deadliest mountain on Earth. It was cool. There was a lot of falling, and I had no idea how they filmed it. It was good.

Then we went out on our own, for three, maybe four hours, to run completely rampant in the park.

I stayed alone the entire time. I didn't join any group and I talked to many strangers. I even got offered about 10 grams of weed by some alterni-school kid just for being so cool. They got pissed when I declined.

I chilled with a new-wave buddhist who was meditating on the goat statue and blocking the carousel rings that kids were throwing at him would even opening his eyes.

I did a lot of things. I almost got in a fight with someone. I won't talk about that, but all around, it was a few hours of self discovery in a rather confined space.

I also tried my hand a free-running (youtube it) and it's a lot of fun until you hit the ground. Jumping off eighteen stairs might look cool, and feel cool, but when you hit the ground and roll a few meters, it really sucks.

There was a lot of drama with some girls "You ditched me! How could you!" and I had a perfectly fun time by my self. Talking to old ladies jogging and homeless men, I found out a lot about the world around me. All of these people cling to their friends like their only lifeline on the Alps, but in reality, they can make the trip though life without one.

It's only easier when you fall.

EDIT:

I went skating today and when I got to my friendly city park, there were tents and band shells everywhere. After asking around for a bit, I was told it was a gay pride festival!

It was hilarious. It was like watching a really good piece of performance art. I also got a free button that said "I Like Boys". When I told the vendor I wasn't gay, he gave me one that had a skeleton pirate with a bottle of wine and a diamond ring. It's pretty rad.

There was also a guy riding a giant, rainbow colored, penny farthing bike. That was the awesomest thing ever.

There was also a really crappy battle of the bands going on at the IMAX section. Every band was terrible.

Service Announcement: I am not gay, the opprotunity to go to a rally was just too cool to pass up.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18756131/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18756131/ Mon, 09 Jun 2008 20:22:18 PDT
Here's the dream, as told to Bonnie:

I had a dream last night that I was trapshooting with my friends (something I've never done, but whatever) and then a man comes out an yells at us. It's at a range so we tell him that were allowed to be there. Then he chases us into a warehouse thing and lines us up on the back.

He questions us and after a bit he walks across the street to an antique store (we're suddenly in my neighborhood now), smashes his fist through the window, and starts throwing stuff at us. I catch the first thing. The next several miss. And then he grabs a gardening trowel, which alights, and then he throws it at us. We scatter. Running up the hill, his voice changes more and more frequently (like the final battle in Portal if you've ever played it, only not insults of inadiquacy, but threats of terrible violence) and the stuff he throws at us seem to be chunks of his flesh that he's ripping out and setting on fire.

We run into a print shop and hide inside. He sees right through to where we're hiding, and the woman at the desk stabs him in the are. He breaks her neck like it was nothing and the goes to the desk where two of us are hiding, me and my friend Roman. He hauls us out, and goes to where the other are hiding.

He lines us up: Brendan, Alan, Byron, Roman, Katlyn

He stabs Byron in the throat with the trowel, and he slowly bleeds out on the floor (I get to hear him gurgle for most of the dream). Then he grabs Roman, he takes him to another room, and about a minute and a half later he then throws him out, slit open and limbless- his eyes are cut out he's covered in blood.

Then the worst part. He takes Katlyn takes her over to a table and rapes her and makes me and Alan watch. This goes on for about twenty minutes, until she faints or something, then he walks over, and slits my throat and Alan's at the same time with his trowel.

I've been trying to wake up for the last half hour, and then he walks over to where Katlyn is and then I woke up

And if you're still reading: my teachers (who I told and asked for dream analisys) didn't do anything useful other than "I have a very active imagination" or that I need to stop watching horror movies, which I never watch in the first place.

Could anyone help me out as in dream analisys or a bit of moral support? I'm scared I'm going to hurt people.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18735927/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18735927/ Sun, 08 Jun 2008 18:23:06 PDT
I skated the park with my dad. He slammed really hard. It was pretty funny because he was in full pads. I rocked the snake-run and won a race with three other dudes. There was a kid with an inner-tube strapped to his deck which he put over his feet. It was like a snowboard on wheels.

The sickest tricks to go down:
-Inner-tube on feet Frontside 540
-Switch noseslide shuvit out
-Backflip (who says rollerblades suck?)
-Spine transfer
-Back lip and shuvit tailslide on the same rail at the same time
-The cleanest 360 flip ever
-Kickflip to nosegrind
-And many others

I also landed my first frontside 180. It was rad. It was super bad, but I called it a land.

I'm ollieing knee height at nearly 75% consistency. It's pretty cool. I'm almost ready to start skating spots as soon as I can do flip tricks (that my shop owner says are overrated).

Well... Sorry for boring you with this rather uneventful journal. I'm super tired and I'm not going to tell you what the tricks are. Do an image search or something.

By the way, thanks to the three people who watched me and all the favs I got. You guys are snazzy!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18675402/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18675402/ Thu, 05 Jun 2008 08:12:19 PDT
]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18357902/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18357902/ Fri, 16 May 2008 20:33:53 PDT

KARPWAAAANGGG!!!

P.S. I got some x-rays and my wrist is actually broken. Thanks Dad, you douche bag.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18233426/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18233426/ Thu, 08 May 2008 20:09:05 PDT
Good News:
Number One in my class for reading! WOO RIGHT-BRAINEDNESS!!!

My wrist is getting better, but it's still pretty bad.

I got a love note from

I am good at a card game my friend Piotr taught me.

My friend Roman is getting hit on constantly and it is so funny to watch! HA HA ROMAN!!! HA HA!

I have As in everything but algebra.

Poetry is rapidly springing to mind on my bus rides.

I made a new character (Tom the Zombie) and have started a series of short movies called Static. It's like live action Robot Chicken. I have a script written. Here's an excerpt:

ACT I START

Two teenagers (RS and PG) are snuggling on the couch, watching Shrek.

PG (Pretty Girl): I'm glad we could do this tonight.

RS (Radioshack Guy): I am too.

They lean in to kiss.

Voice Of-Screen: Unclean! Unclean!

-sound of a trash can getting knocked over-

RS: What the hell was that?

PG: Shut up.

They snog really stereotypically on the couch, then, a window is smashed in, a man with a knife and a light blue Frowny Face mask (FF) jumps into the room!

The two kids scream

FF: Unclean! Unclean!!!

FF drags PG off screen, PG screams a bunch and blood sprays onto RS.

RS: Oh my god!

FF: Unclean!!!

FF jumps out the broken window, covered in PG's blood.

Narrator: Though the call to 911, the 300 stitches, the girl succumbs to her wounds in the ICU later the next morning.

END ACT I

I love my hair. I just got it cut.

I got sexy art-director glasses!

I am getting better at drawing, biding my time until I can get my hands on another camera.



Bad News:

I'm mastrubating so much nowadays I'm starting to chafe. Someone help me stop!

My cards got taken at school yesterday. That really sucked.

I have lots of Make-up work to do. I'll get on that after this.

My cryptic board musings have been erased right in front of me, while I'm doing them! Oh well. It's hard to get too upset when they say that musings isn't a word.

My Language Arts group isn't listening to any of my ideas. We're writing movie scripts. "We should have twins in our movie!" "Their names should be Tom and Jeffery!" "OMG!!!" "How about Horatio and Nigel instead?" "Uh, why?" "How does that move our story along?" "How does having twins who -picks up character sheet- who are 'stubborn and popular, also really cute' help our story." "Uh... Ah..." -gets punched by the kid with bipolar in our class-
ARRRRGH!!!

There's a girl in my class who whenever my gaze goes into her direction, she puts a book or something to cover her face. I decided to start laughing at her. When she finally noticed, she was piiissed!

"Brendan (last name with-held). Stop looking at me!" -hysterical laughter- "Stop laughing! How dare you (seriously)" -falls out of chair- "You're not my mom!" -laughing- "You're terrible!" -she throws her face into her desk, friends come and consul her-

Now everyone thinks I like her, even though (D&D dorkliciousness now) she's Lawful Good and I am Neutral Evil, she's a girl who dyes her hear and wears Hollister and I'm indie, and she put me in school consuler hell for three months.

I'm staring at the cellphone girl's ass now. It's really creepy, but I love the angle it makes when she sits on the bus. But god, it's weird.

Logan Song: Hang Up and Die Again [link]

BYE GUYS!!!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18152908/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18152908/ Sat, 03 May 2008 17:44:39 PDT
I sprained my wrist today. I was at the skatepark and I was trying to do vertslides on the biggest quarter-pipe. Me and an out-out-of-towner kid were making fun of these two guys in Abercrombie an Fitch clothes riding Bam Margera decks. We he was doing kickflips and I was trying to scare them, so I decided to do a vert slide. I went really high and fell. That was ok. I shook it off (they were scared that I was even getting up, poseur preps) and grabbed my cup of ice and tried again. And fell. I don't remember how I fell, but I think I straight-armed it. The kid had scared them off and indulged himself in a game of S.K.A.T.E. with a local. I watched. They got to S to S.K.A. (the local was stoned) and then the pain started. I said I was going to the shop and went into the Pizza Hut nearby's alley and did the thing where you let all the air out through you teeth and sat down on a bench and called my mum. Ten minutes later, she arrived and took me to the ER, wincing at ever bump.

After about five minutes of filling out paperwork with my good arm (until they decided I was in shock and waited for my mom to fill it out) I was put in a wheelchair, and pushed through doors that opened by themselves. They sat me down in a room where they asked me a bunch of questions I don't remember and put me in a room with a lot of kites in it. There was a girl who'd been in a car accident next to me. They were telling her about how she was going to be crippled for the next few years, until she'd finish rehab. Then they shipped her to surgery.

I laid about, completely numb from all the ice they packed around my arm, for another hour, filling out stuff and talking to my sister (who wanted to come, I love my sister) and mom. Then I got a bunch of X-Rays. I barely had to walk at all. The guy made a joke that he glows in the dark and can shoot lasers from all the radiation he absorbed. I believe him. He though he was really hurting me, but he wasn't. He didn't believe me, no matter how much I told him. He was a good guy though.

I laid around for anther hour while they gave me the verdict. A sprained, possibly a minor broken wrist. They told me how to take care of my splint and gave some really good tasting painkillers. More paperwork and I got to leave with this really groovy splint.

My mom's got pictures of me wounded on her Facebook now. Great.

The song today is the Audubon Society: [link]

Make sure to look at this guy

Edit: And this is awesome [link]

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18089780/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18089780/ Tue, 29 Apr 2008 16:52:52 PDT
I also have the Russian mob on my side. There's a group of Russian guys (big ones. The smallest is 5'6" or 167 cm) who'll fight for me if I pay the ones who do the beating. I have a friend on the inside who says he'll pull some strings and use the "Well he is an honorless fuck" strategy. But I don't even really want him hurt. Well I would, but have someone who I asked do it for me? If they want to make him into a raccoon (two black eyes) fine, they can do it on their own, but I want none of it, I'll be a suspect (not like they'll rat me out).

My idea is to tell him that I am against violence (I really am, but I'm not above using it, as it works, unlike what you teachers tell you) and say that if he wants to hit me so bad, he can. That can work one of many ways:

I can get my ass beat, I can get my ass beat and he'll get his by the teachers (gasp! The kid who helps out the elderly, never even gotten a detention, and gets good grades hit the suicidal kid!?), he can puss out and lose all his respect, I can get my ass beat and have him lose all his respect; while gaining tons for myself, I can get my ass beat and have everyone make fun of me for getting beaten up by a fat kid, I can get slightly hurt and all of the above.

Everyone I asked said to take him, but I just don't want to. I've taken on kids with bats before and won. I just really don't want to beat him up, as easy as it would be.

So my lovely watchers: WHAT DO I DO

Logan Song: The Standard Metric System [link]

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18075126/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/18075126/ Mon, 28 Apr 2008 18:18:33 PDT [link]

Read some of these, I wish I could go to wherever they live and save them from their horrible parents.

I'm also not sick anymore.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/17995922/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/17995922/ Wed, 23 Apr 2008 17:44:02 PDT
ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!

Freak out over. I learned that a lot of my friends were only my friends to make me feel better. I bet a someone that I have a loathing for put them up to it. That's pretty sad.

I really hate my Language Arts teacher. Not really, but I'm like a preppy girl who got broken up with *eye waters and fails sneezing* blahhh... On a text message. *snorts a bit* Ok. I'm better. For now.

I was pitching him a movie idea, in which on the grade trip to Silver Lake (a campground in Washington, or Idaho, I don't know) and a magic squid with a top hat who talks in snarls and squish noises sells me a submarine (that is actually an Oscar Mayer Weiner-Mobile) and tells me that all I have to do is drive it off a dock that has a fat kid on it.
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After driving my weiner-mobile through a bunch of frat boys and sorority whores, I drive it off the dock with a fat kid on it. Thinking that I'll explore the lake agreen, I get sucked into a real submarine, but it's at the end of a several foot wide hole. Deciding that it's better to be crushed instantly by the suction is better than drowning, I stay inside (I can't swim too good) and get sucked into the other submarine. After being interrogated by Logan Whitehurst's cancer demolished brain (which is evil and unimaginative, unlike the no cancer one) in a jar, he leaves me to the hands (or pepperoni) of the pizza people. My pizza hating makes them run away and I am free to explore the rest of the Rapture-like (Bioshock) halls. There, I stumble upon Jason Steele, creator of Charlie the Unicorn, who has been killed by numerous puncture wounds. David Sedaris is found dead with writing in his ear. Teruchan's rabbit is found, choked to death with panties. Terrified and distraught at the death of one of my favorite film-makers, and writer, and the horrid scene of a rabbit dead in women's undergarments, I run off to another part of the sub, but not before taking Sedaris' cellphone. Calling Danille, a girl I hang out with sometimes, I ask her to send the coast guard. I hear screams and "Woah, Dude!!!"s in the background. She says some maniac in a hotdog drove off the dock. She asks why I'm calling (we're not really friends) after explaining my predicament, I ask her to go get friend Roman, who doesn't have a phone. Danille doesn't want to get involved, so Roman grabs Allan (another friend), and Byron (yet another friend), and go steal a rubber raft, and go to the center of the lake, and prepare to stage a daring rescue for their screwball friend who the world would be better off if he was gone anyway. I didn't get much farther than that, but I did get the ending wrapped up. There's a great processed meat conspiracy and the squid is behind it! And the squid is a girl who hated me who moved to Oaklahoma! DUN DUN DUN!!! That's the major twist, but the end itself? I expect a zooming out shot with dead frat boys, hotdogs everywhere, and fire. Fire and corpses.
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Yes, I think like this. And this was all thought up of in my 15 minute shower+assorted bathroom stuffs.

It's not that he said that he didn't like it (it's stupid, I know) but he said that the hotdogs where philiac-symbols and that I wanted to have sex with my friend Danille. That was mean! She is pretty, but linking this all into a retarded movie idea I made in twenty minutes? That's reaching. Even for him.


Oh well. I'll think of a better one, because my mind is fast, slippery, and full of goo any yellow stuff. Like my chest. HEY-O!!!

I would like to give a shout out to my #1 fan Cause she's awesome. WOOO CYBY!!!

Now for the Logan Song. May it keep your mind clear

A somber little ditty called: ohmygodimonfire [link]

Please remember to spay or neuter you animals.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/17839750/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/17839750/ Sun, 13 Apr 2008 20:58:51 PDT
After failing to find a sexy ledge I wanted to hit a few weeks ago, my quest brought me to a predicament, there was another skater, and a death crack, and they were both in the direction I was going in. The other stopped, and me, going much faster than him, couldn't. I hit the crack, flew a few feet and after dusting myself off, I got in a F-bomb filled conversation with the guy. Then his ghetto looking posse passes, but not without the scariest girl in the bunch making a lewd comment and grabbing my ass. Continuing my quest for the ledge, I went to the Bus Plaza and talked to a fellow quester, a homeless man, looking for his fortune. After getting shooed away from security, I quested over to the area around the Red Robin and saw two hippies... With kick-ass beards. I sat with them and begged for cash with them for a bit. I bid them farewell and good luck on their quest, and gave up on mine. I determined that I had passed it and was too lazy to continue, so I went to the great copper statues of political figures.

After saluting a long dead navy ensign, I proceeded to go on more adventures, but they we're getting less fun, and then, like magic, I got a call from my mom. She says to me: "Come home... NOW!" She didn't know how far I'd actually gone, and I hadn't realized until the call. I was in front of a Starbucks and the only thing I could muster was: "Mom, pushing from downtown to Grant in forty five minutes is nigh impossible, could you get me?" Ten minutes later but not soon enough to prevent me from getting shoved by a security guard with a speech impediment, she was there in our big purple minivan. As soon as I sat down, I was consumed by being fatiuge. I popped in the Rouge Wave CD I got at my home base, The Shop, from a cool indie guy there... Five hours of skating, two pissy security guards, a white-trash whore, a skate rat, two hippies, a fortune seeking hobo, and hundreds of preppy, tan, girls with Abercrombie and Fitch bags over their shoulders later, and I had reached the end of my urban adventure. I'm still tired.

And I only expected to be gone a half hour...

And my Logan Song!!!: Vibrating Leprechaun: [link]

If you put a microphone to my mind, it would sound something like this.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/17560411/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/17560411/ Fri, 28 Mar 2008 16:18:57 PDT
Rudolf Nureyev by Logan Whitehurst and the Junior Science Club [link]

P.S. Brandon Nagozaruk is a pussy.

P.P.S. My sisiter's daycare person is coming over for dinner. I wonder how it's going to work out

P.P.P.S. I hate algebra and everything it stands for.

P.P.P.P.S. I have decided to post a Logan song every journal untill I run out.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/17346118/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/17346118/ Sat, 15 Mar 2008 11:34:12 PDT
]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/16784937/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/16784937/ Fri, 08 Feb 2008 17:11:56 PST
He's different! He's a threat!!! OHHH NO!!!!!!

Bye, anyone who wants my new account when I make it will get it. Note please.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/16379527/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/16379527/ Sat, 12 Jan 2008 21:59:45 PST
One of the greatest parts of it wasn't the movie. The audience was incredible. I was the only person who was under 18 who wasn't in skintight jeans, wearing a band tee-shirt, and had a eyeliner tear. I was quietly laughing at them the entire time.

There's a scene in an asylum (it doesn't involve Sweeny in any way) and there's a man who gets torn apart by crazy women. I wonder how they gave them credits. There were easily two dozen of them. Did they list them off as Crazy Woman 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... or did they just not get credits.

It's so hard for me to not spoil this movie for you because I just want to geek out about it so bad. Before I ruin it for anyone... Bye! I hope the next time you get a haircut you don't get killed!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/16293683/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/16293683/ Sun, 06 Jan 2008 21:29:14 PST
People find my outlook interesting and not offensive. My verbal assaults on my classmates are now funny! My sketches of doom and despair are no longer just "emo drawings" but my classmates to consider them a new for of expression and a statement of some kind of mental superiority. Girls now find me moderately attractive visonary and not some basketcase skipping (in a non-gay way) singing to myself about the Toaster Pastry o' Doom's gory swath of destrction through the Icelandic countryside. My rants are lisened to and acepted, I am like an anti-violence Hitler! I can bend people to my will with the power of my words rather effectively! I haven't heard one gay bash at school in days! My new found popularity is actually giving me power within my social circles. I can add things to the conversation and have them not be precived as radical ideas. My greater vocabulary is considered a superpower in hick infested Cheney Middle School and now people think I am a super genius because I know what "witty" means! Impressing my verbaly challanged peers is a blessing and it gives me a feeling of superiority to the point were I get on trips and feel like they need me to keep them from completely splipping off into prehistory.

The messed up thing is that I don't want this at all.

The levels of mental torment I am putting myself through at this moment are immense. I am trying to fight the conformity but I can't. I can't just throw all of new friends away just because I would rather be a freak than normal. My "talents" are being recongnized, I am getting respect from my peers and my teachers, I am now in the lifestyle I begged the universe for so many times in the past, and now I have it and guess what? It's boring! It's hollow! I am being someone I'm not and I hate myself for it! Less often do I enter my wonderful fairy land of my bedroom and just roleplay with myself, less often to I listen to actual music, less often am I weird and now my life feels so incomplete it isn't even worth living anymore. I am not suicidal in the least, but why live when you're boring?

When I got my new skate setup today at Spirit Skateshop (the local shop and a Transworld Shop of the Month) and the owner just constantly made fun of me and everything he said is true. I'm no better than a poser when it comes to my skating. I don't care for it and I don't really enjoy it at all and he was just beating me with how stupid I was. It was funny, but it made me miserable. I'm just like those little Bam addicts who just own a board so they can wear the clothes. I deserve to me beaten into a sloppy little pulp for just how shallow I've become. I have lost the majority of my personality and after High School (if I make it) is a long bleak life untill I am seventy and then I just sit around and wait for my children (if I am lucky enough to get married) to call and even then, chances are I get divorced and I grow so apart from my children that they don't even remember what I look like. The olny reason I get to see my father is because my mom was so merciful to him. He has his house and his bisness and me and my sisters 50% of the time when she could have taken those things and us away from him forever. He doesn't even have to pay child support! That'll likely be different for me though. I'll lose everything if I get divorced looking at girls today. My dreams of becoming an actually successful pro skate are 99.7% not going to happen (according to the numbers), I will very likely not go to film school, and art only pays so much untill you die. I'll likely not even go to college because of having three sisters waiting after me. I'll just be a laborer untill I die.

I've seen the future and it is so, so, bleak.

My name won't be worth anything and my life will be pretty much over once I turn 30. If you think I'm being bleak or whatever, I'm not. I'm just telling it like it is. I used to be a dreamer. I used to be actually kind of happy. Now I am just a pile of glorified misery that isn't of any us... ]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/16141326/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/16141326/ Fri, 28 Dec 2007 16:06:08 PST
Christmas bitching aside, I have decided to do a short series of scrap comics. I may not have a scanner, but I can photograph them, can't I? I have two characters so far: Barbarian Bob and Necromancer Neville. Their are quick, low-quality doodles that look like American (dare I say it) chibis. Their eyes aren't huge, but they are low detailed and they are quite ill formed. They'll probably be short lived and I hope to make more characters tonight. Sure, it'll suck, but it'll be fun for me, and hopefully amusing for you. It's going to be sickly stupid.

You know that William kid from a few journals ago? He's gone! I never have to see him again! This happened about two weeks ago, I just never posted about it! Girls in my classes can breathe easier!

I don't know, I didn't have much to say today, but check out by my eFriend . It suck right now, but she is honing her art skills and it'll get better soon! (I hope)

See ya'll on the flip side!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/16012699/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/16012699/ Thu, 20 Dec 2007 10:25:47 PST
I am addicted to Half Life 2 now. It is the greatest game ever. Things can be calm and everything starts exploding. I can be walking through an apartment and all the sudden the Combie (the bad guys) start running in and killing everybody. You can be playing garvity gun catch with Dog (a awesome robot) and then you get the hell shelled out of your base. I fought through a head crab zombie infested town with a mormon preist with a shot gun, I have shot a Combine super soilder in the back of the head with a magnum, I've driven a air boat off a dam, I've shot a man at point blank with a shot gun blowing him into a wall, I've killed a room of Combine with my trusty crowbar, I've become a badass with a PHD in physics, I pretend to be Gordon Freeman.

Gordon is the biggest badass nerd in the world. He shoots through hundreds of aliens in an hour. He has an entire game (Half-Life 2 and the expantions) happen over the course of two days. He has a crowbar that kills hundreds. He gets a buzzsaw flung at him and he whips around and blasts the dude's head off or gives him a good smack with his handy-dandy crowbar.

I love this game with all my heart's section for video game love. It's beat Skate as my favorite game. You should all got to EB Games, or Babbages/Gamestop, and buy a kick ass copy of the Orange Box and Half Life 2 if you haven't already.

Christmas is comming and I fucked up big time on my Christmas list. I asked for a Zero or Almost skateboard deck but didn't specify the size or model. I asked for Fallen shoes but didn't say which type. I am probably be a dissapointed kid this Christmas, but oh well. More trucks to buy and shoes to return/love. Who knows, I mught get what I want, but I don't now for sure. I hope everything works out.

I am going to update my gallery really soon so don't worry! New devs shall be up!

Sayonara, aveduzay, caio, aloha, and all those goodbye words!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15827361/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15827361/ Thu, 06 Dec 2007 20:54:29 PST
I've had a weird day today. It's all somewhat confusing, but what're you gonna do? My whole week's been strange. It went like any other week. Being honest, bothersome, and reservedly emo. Wow. I didn't know that reservedly was a word.

Here's a recap: I drew, I beat someone, I nearly stabbed someone with a pen, I've been quite violent, I've made friends out of some random people for the weirdest reasons, I watched stuff on imdb, I watched an ok school play that was kept from being good from the extremely rude audience, etc.

Now for the story, I hope I don't depress myself again.

There's this William kid, and he's new. he thinks he's hot stuff because he learned some math last year and two or three girls threw themselves at him (those girls are good) to get some answers. They got them and he thought he has two or three girlfriends and they let him know he was just used when he proved he wasn't that smart. He got dirty thoughts. He's a perv and he is so damn obnoxious! One day I just flat out asked him if he needed attention when he was going on that he had a symphony in his pocket (the chocolate) and he was like "Yes. Now do any girls want some?" they got chocolate and he was slapped by each one. I was almost pissing myself with laughter. He's such a perv that when he's on the bus (a victim's recall, not mine) whenever a girl goes on he goes: "Hey sexy." He gets hit by everyone, especially girls.

He's like a little kid, whenever you tell him to stop, he does it worse. He was hitting me with papers. It was my mistake to tell him not to. We were in line to pass in papers and he was hitting me with his. I punched him across the face, luckily the teacher didn't notice. He was acting all dazed and some kids were laughing, a little fuck just got punched by the class emo L-O-L, and he tried to act all tough in front of some girls, "You hit like a five year old girl. A ha ha ha!" I kicked him into a wall and grappled him: "Never do that to someone with a sharp object in their hand bitch!" "Sharp object? It's a piece of paper moron!" "The pen you shit!" I clicked it out and Kevin (a varsity football player) yanked me off of him. "Dude, if you want to kill him, just ask me and Cody, we'll do it." He got up and they shoved him into the wall again. William kept rambling that he won, but nobody won. Nobody got to throttle his perv ass.

In all of this the teacher didn't notice. I am so amazed it isn't even funny. I'm kinda sad now. Chances are, it'll only get worse. Damn. I'll find something to make me feel better.


I was bored one day, yesterday I think, and I was drawing in LA class. I looked at William, and drew a cartoony guy that said "I'm a fuck!" I got a kick out of it and did satires on my classmates. I broke them down to an ugly singularity and I nearly cried when I was done. I saw the class queen, Nicole, and drew a horrid, thin, overly make-uped monster and has it saying "I'm beautiful!" It had a messed up grin on it and I got sort of depressed and I did them for other people. Bethany, the "I will be a success!" girl, I made a deformed thing with poofy lips that said "I'll be great and I don't care who I have to destroy to do it." I did this to about three more people before I just went into a "people are evil" slump. I looked at my drawings from the period before when I had been sitting next to a girl (not one that I liked) and it was full of doodles and her request with my own spins on them ("Draw a flower! OMG!" -draws a spiky rose with fangs and a very visible gum-line- "Ummm... A. Heart?" -draws a actual human heart- Quote on quote what happened.) and then I realized what a sad person I must come off as. Kids clammored for my drawings, trying to find out what and who they were. It was all I could do to desperatly try to hide my notebook. Nicole was not happy at all, but oh well. I'm forgiven for my "crimes" and nobody hates me anymore.

I then took up drawing what I though people's souls looked like (bad idea). Not only was it hard, but it really did a number on myself. I started with William. I drew someone curled up with their eyes bugging out of their head grasping with one super long arm and a boner that he was balancing on (they were naked, your soul is naked Silly Goose). I tried others, but it was just too weird. All of them seemed to be wanting something. Attention, recognition, friends, to be left alone, money was a big one. Teenagers are so narsicistic. All we do is want, we never thank anyone for anything. All we do is consume and expect to be rewarded for it. I hate my age group and almost everything it's associated with. I'll make a good anal retentive adult, huh?


Ok. On a lighter note, my friend is taking me, his friend Allan, and possibly our friend James and http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15727660/ Thu, 29 Nov 2007 21:02:35 PST
It will have "love", it'll have violence, it'll have insanity, It'll have numerous Harry Potter refrences, a statue of John Lovitz, an infininte dimention in a store, a violent emo kid, Colonial men, Aardman studios, Walace and Gromit: Again, and many many more thingies! You'll be amazed! You'll be disgusted! You'll laugh your ass off! You might even ejaculate a little!

Prepare for the movie of a lifetime!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15699973/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15699973/ Tue, 27 Nov 2007 20:39:54 PST [link]

This music is the best. I love's it so!!! If anyone in the Spokane area decides to buy it, please let me put it on my iTunes! I beg of you!

I= Poor (I need a job but noooo. Underage!)

OFUCK! I forgot my algebra homework! I better get to work!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15667158/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15667158/ Sun, 25 Nov 2007 15:31:30 PST
This is the weirdest dream I've ever had since the hunting in the forrest of doom and gloom dream, not just because of the dream, but because of my reaction to it.

Ok. Here I go. Most of you are going to hate me now, but it was nearly everyone I know in a Roman bath and the water was chocolate. Girls and guys both, completely naked, bathing in chocolate. There was nothing dirty about it, nothing suggestive, just people bathing in chocolate. It was one of the most surreal thing I've ever dreamed.

Why the outcome was weird is because, unlike any other horny thirteen year old, I saw nothing dirty in it. I saw girls I like naked and covered in chocolate and I didn't think it was hot at all.

It was like watching really good preformance art. You really got to have the dream to know where I am comming from, but could anyone tell me what this means?

On a sadder note, I was grating cheese and I grated my finger and it took a huge chunk of my finger. It hurts really bad.

Soda kills!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15634714/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15634714/ Fri, 23 Nov 2007 11:54:25 PST
My Mom is the best, no prayers, no thanks, just eating and fighting with my cousins (for fun). I took a lot of photos and I'll post them soon (I need to copy them onto a CD first, so next week) and a lot of them turned out good.

I found new features on the camera (found out what the flower is for, etc.) and am using them to their fullest extent. It is fucking cold outside so I probably won't shoot today, I've kind of blown out my neighborhood. What a pity.

I fought with my cousin (we were playing), his name is Miles and he is 8 but he is 125 lbs and 4'11". He's huge. We fought for nearly two hours until we ended up hurting each other. I'm still beat up. He outweighed me by 25 pounds.

See ya folks, time to comtemplate my next move!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15553970/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15553970/ Sat, 17 Nov 2007 20:39:59 PST
I need a girlfriend! I've been making new friends (potential ones anyway) but I still need a girlfriend or something to make me feel complete.

I've been drawing people and not very many of them like it cause I get porportion wrong in the 30 seconds I draw it in but at least people know I can draw now (whenever we watch a movie at school, I draw stuff that has to do with the movie, the planet Jupiter was a hit). I want to get into sculpting or graphic tech first period so me and :icon Mi-Chan104: can do artistical stuff together. Sadly, being in honors and the Patriot core (if you went to CMS you'd understand) I can't get into ceramics at all (period clashing if you are in honors) and my only chance to do anything artistic with my friends is Graphics first period. I'll see if I can get the two of us scheduled for that, because we both want the class and they would be stifiling our talent if they didn't!



Recently, I had a really bad day, I become completely emo for a length of time of about two days (how people can do it all the time, I have no idea, I was MISERABLE). I was told by multiple people that I was going to die alone with no friends and I'd be doing the world a favor if I shot myself when I got home. This also came from a girl I liked and that wasn't that good, but having multiple people supporting it, that was awful. I became completely antisocial and being a normally social person to the point of acting like I'm gay (clapping my hands and stuff, not like jumping on guys) people were worried. I was then showered with attention that I didn't need. The people who said they hated me 45 minutes ago were asking me to join their project groups. I threw a fit, calling them all waffling morons along with other mean things. People were still showering me with sympathy telling me how sorry they were and how they didn't mean it (in a shallow, "I'm apologizing to cover my ass" kind of way), I seethed hatred at them and the same person who started the damn thing asked me to join their group and oozed how sorry they were in a super flaky "overdone" way. I've never sworn so much in a ten minute space before.

The day after the "I hate all of you" incedent, I was called to the counseler's office. She was an understanding lady and I knew what this was about, I was preparing an antihumanity speech in my head to give her. Then I sad down in her movie seat as I always do (I go there a lot) and prepared to tell her my piece. Then she comes out with, "Brendan, are you thinking of killing yourself?"

That was the second worst thing sentence ever said to me, even worse than my church telling me I was going to hell for supporting gays (not that I am one, just leave the poor people alone). That made it even worse and I knew who did this, the one who though I was going to kill myself was Mikayla (how she spells it) Hovater, the one who started the who fiasco. I saw it the second she asked. I had my usual therapy session and discovered that most people (including me) are insufferable douche-bags who don't even deserve life. I discovered things about me that I am not exactly comfortable admitting to people and the fact that I am actually really scared of the real me not the happy shell everyone else sees. The whole thing took over an hour and I left even more depressed than I was but I wasn't half as angry. I decided to kiss ass and tell her how thankful I was that people actually cared about my well being and she just got all mad at me, called me an emo prick and left me to stew in my loathing. I got an A on my assignment that day. It was 7th period and I got back twenty minutes before we had to leave. I just sat and everyone told me how much they cared (that bitch) and that I could always come to them. I could tell that they were just trying to cover their asses and Mikayla was just trying to cover hers but telling everyone I was suicidal. I wasn't I was having feelings of starting an international genocide is all.

The same kids who showered me in sympathy, told me I was their friend and I could rely on them punch me in the balls and poor water down my shirt. The whole prep mentality (honors) is just sickening.

Typing that out made me incredibly sad. I started out happy too. Fuck bad days.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15470502/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15470502/ Sun, 11 Nov 2007 20:48:44 PST
I have the 360, I have the xBox Live, I just don't have Orange Box!

Arrgh! Anyone who plays that, make videos and post links! I beg of you!

Now that that is out of the way, I have gotten a new sketchbook as of last night and hope to post pictures (ones that my mom doesn't find too morbid to scan them at work). I really want to go skateboarding but it is getting too cold.

I am writing a story for school about a man named Todd getting trapped in a Bookstore, details next week! Prepare to be shocked, amazed and confused!

Bam! Wham! Zoom! Strait to the Moon! I bid thee farewell!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15383152/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15383152/ Tue, 06 Nov 2007 19:39:16 PST are doing a colab! The contents are secret and impervious to spying of your eEyes but not to our peers sadly, not like anyone would steal our idea with the idiotic poulace of our school. It'll be really cool but we just need to wait for her damned scanner to get fixed! Expect something in the next month or two at the latest (hopefuly).

My day was pretty cool. Me and a bunch of kids, Mi-Chan included, had an epic game of tag. My friend Roman kicked me in the back of the leg really hard. It still hurts. Everyone was stepping on me and hitting me. My mortal enemy Kevin was literally kicking me in the head but I am apparently really good at fake punching! He flinched so hard he fell over!

Oh well, another day I guess. Bye!!!


P.S. Anyone who fell victim to my chain letter, don't be offended, I was just bored! Very, very bored!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15352477/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15352477/ Sat, 03 Nov 2007 21:14:05 PDT
Me and the talented are hopefully scheduled for a colab effort in the not so distant future. My October 19, 2007 journal will explain more. She will help me on my idea (hopefully) and we shall become the greatest pair of mixed media artists in the universe!!!

I'll talk to her on Monday (or message her earlier) and see if it will work and how we can do it. I hope this all works!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15335297/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15335297/ Fri, 02 Nov 2007 17:39:54 PDT
A cry to all deviants out there that think their pictures of their feet and Halloween costumes without any lighting are art and cry when I say "deviantART, not deviantSPACE" and then go "YOU'RE THE DEVIL!!!" The fact that I may not like one shot or drawing doesn't mean you suck.

By the way dickheads, photographs are art. Pictures of your Halloween costume in the middle of a dark street is not.

Get your comments from Naruto addicts and Inuyasha fans who have nothing but caps-lock not caring "nice" comments that they pull out of their asses.

On a lighter note, I got a haircut!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15293845/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15293845/ Tue, 30 Oct 2007 21:33:10 PDT [link]
Best song ever. I swear.

My day in song form basically. I feel retarded. My opinon toward people, and theirs towards me. Just people never loved me like Knox and his Lellow Lamp.
[link]

Check out his other songs at [link]

Now for the journal.

I have had a shitty day today. Not because of peer abuse, but because of the lack of it. Kids pick on me all the time and for a choice few, I challenge them to a fight. Me 5'1", Byron Glaze: about 5'5". I want to fight him for kicking me in the back of the leg and calling me a fag. He goes no. He dosen't even give me a reason. Is it because he realizes that I am not a weak as I come off being, is he scared, is he worried about getting in trouble with the Man, or is he just being a douche? I never given him a reason to hate me, but today he got a reaction. Instead of being a good bully and knocking my block off after school, he just walks and dosen't give me a reason. Probably laughing about it to his "Praise the Lord" friends. Are the people at my school such close minded that agnostic people who don't believe in their religon when being decent to others because they are going to be left behind isn't on their holy to-do list? Would you be Christian if your pregnant mother was told to leave and never come back because she was bearing triplets? THe say I lie, but it a true story. Why do people do that? I am calling you out! Give me why people do this!

People hate me because I act all happy but I am not all conserved about it. Because I am happy to go to school durring the day because I can be around people makes me mentaly retarded. I'll admit that I am not a super-smart kid, but I am no idiot. Other people need to learn that they are not the smartest people in the world. I have been sworn at for talking to people because I was going to make them uncool. Way to go back threehundred years into the past and moving to India. I am a cock-up because I don't swear, call people gay, and I don't particularly hate people without reason. The only reason that gave me a chance is because she didn't know me before.

This is not a emo "Nobody Understands Me" rant. It is a cry to action for the masses to yank their heads out of their asses and stop hating people when they did you a wrong once (or anything at all) and never forgive them no matter how they try to get along. Why do people just hate for no apparent reason. They aren't even funny about it (well, Cody Ableman is funny about it and is just joking around). I feel like Charlie fucking Gordon from Flowers to Algernon! The only thing that kept me from killing myself is because I realized that my peers would actually be happier that I was dead, how fucked up is that?

I guess it is up to me to have a soul...

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To many of my watchers pleasure, I got my stalker stache shaved today! My dad was trying to take pictures but I said i was going to cut him and he left. I still think he is ok though. Nobody noticed and my lip feels really weird! I didn't really want anybody to notice though, so i am ok.

I got gay raped at school today. Jk, jk. Not really. In health class, my only class with the lovely , we were doing a unit on STD's. Not very fun. Until Mr. Mason gave us vials with water, but two of them had a soulution in them that turned tabs that were put in red. If they turned red, you got "AIDS". It was just for fun and he let us loose for ten minutes and let us goof around with them. You weren't allowed to take someones and then mix, that was rape, and then funny! Rape is terrible, but when you are messing around it is funny. A girl left hers out and wasn't around it. Seven or so guys (and gals!) mixed with hers. OH NOES! Then the whole thing turned into a gay orgy (not really folks!) and a guy named Jacob raped a guy three times, me once, and did every other guy in the class (figuatively of course). He ended up giving me and some other guys AIDS. It was some funny stuff!

On the bus home today, a kid named Justin told me that I should star acting my age and not my I.Q. I almost filpped him off. I hope he dies in a firey car accident and he gets impaled through the rectum with a piece of debie and can't get out while fire consumes his body, afterwards he suffers for three weeks until his family has to unplug him! Not really of course, I just hope he gets hurt really bad.

It is nearly dinner time. My photos aren't up yet, I know, but they will be up soon. And a new one without the stalker stache!

I may delete some deviations.

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I hate everything about this.

If I could, I would have multiple emotions on this post. Sympathy, shame, disgust, disbelief, and outrage.

This dick gives good guys a bad name. I hate the fact that so many guys are perverts.

Now I feel awful.

There is shit like this in the news and all anyone cares about is that Dumbledore is gay.

What has the world come to?

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I probably won't be submitting as much, as it will distract me from better art. I need to get better and learn how to color with markers, like copics (if anyone will send them to me, I'll set up a P.O. box and take them!) and then I will start with my new style. But I will still give you stuff to chew on every week or two.

Thanks for your support, see you in about a month! You can keep messaging me, I'll still reply, just don't expect much! I shall be busy! Very busy!

P.S Hooray on 1,000 page views!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15033100/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15033100/ Fri, 12 Oct 2007 17:42:58 PDT ) my arms are bruised, I smell like hobo piss, and I feel great! I hope to do it all again next week!

P.S. On my eating and drinking, I don't mean literaly.

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15021032/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/15021032/ Thu, 11 Oct 2007 20:05:52 PDT is doing arts for me! She is making brand new pictures for my enjoyment, and she is giving me the origional of a tribute to me. Sadly, she plays football (the one with your feet and the goallie) and she never has the time to post anything. Post em' Michelle! Also, my eFriend, , is making a drawing of us. She is nearly two weeks overdue, where's it at? Your are letting us all down. My to be friend when I move to the high school is a great artist, and a pretty cool person, check her out! Now for a short rant. The critism tolerance in dA is horrid! I have been spammed by multiple people because I said I did not like their work (a naked angel with a really short , and a Nightmare Before Christmas belt or something put through a filter. Some people are dolts. I am going to listen to the music I just downloaded off Limewire, see you later party peeps!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/14963753/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/14963753/ Sun, 07 Oct 2007 23:23:56 PDT ), and school work that I didn't finish due to my douche bag schedule. I need to go to bed. I also hate fat kids. How can a kid become fat? I am not talking my little cousin fat (he is super big boned), but 100 kilos in seventh gade and not be able to run 10 metres fat. Cheetos and too much televison (along with never drinking water) is a really bad thing. Plastic Christians are next (I am working on a novel here!). You are going to hell for not loving God! What makes you so special? I am a Christian. A plastic one, what makes you so much better than me? I love Jesus, not like you! Are you kidding me, Jesus was an awesome guy! You talk like he is dead! He is, he was crucified for our sins. So you are a Christian! No, he was just kind of deluded, but a very nice man. Plastic Christians suck! I hate algebra so much! I am in algebra and I got a D on assignment, putting me at a C. A C means no means no geometry of me! I want geometry because it will make me feel smart and above my peers (yes I am a dickhead). But the reason why I hate it is because my teacher, Mrs. Kerley, won't let me redo anything, not even for half credit! My counceler is going to talk to her heavily to see if we can get redos of assignments C and lower. She is an F only policy, and nobody but one girl has ever gotten an F! She redid for 100% credit and got an A. Fair? I think not! I also don't like lame people on MMOs. I play Puzzle Pirates (Universe help me!) and everyone on it is a squeem, an eight year old, or so seethingly immature I can't stand it. Make one joke and you nearly get banned! I got in an innuendo contest with one guy and I was beating him bad, then he said, "I am getting creamed." I took the opprotunity and let a: "That's what she said!" Natrually he is offended, but a "let's be mature, shall we?" would be good, he immediately calls the admins and I get bitched at? What the hell? I hate my feebleness. I am so sickeningly weak, it makes me sad . Now one last thing. POWER TOO THE TEENS! WE INHERET THE PLANET! (dear god! I don't want to be alive in 20 years with, "We should nuke Iraq, Pakistan, China, and every other world power!" and "You are anti-american! Shunnn! Shunnn!") I am going to take out my contacts and go to bed. Good night! I hope I have enlightend you, cause it sure helped me! 23 minutes of typing, gone to waste! Grarrr!

]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/14829779/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/14829779/ Fri, 28 Sep 2007 16:24:11 PDT . I am coughing mucus, and on to of that, the retarded "fund run" was today. The fund run is where every kid in my school goes outside and runs a track that is a mile long for an hour, rain or shine. Today was the first one in 11 years that it rained. I got rid of (or trying to get rid of), all of my nude photography watches. I am 13, what the fuck am I thinking. I am over that now, thank the universe (an agnostic is me!) I dunno, I am a 13 year old boy, it was bound to happen, I might just need a girlfriend. I haven't gotten a hug from a girl in almost eight months. but ok, back on track. If I have any watchers after what I said, I have gotten many recently and I love all of you! *insert fit of coughing* When I said I would submit lots of deviations, I lied, I am at a block. I dunno, it is almost winter (really late September) and I will be able to have lots of fun taking emo pictures. I am super tired from the medicine.......................................................................................
Ok, I am back from that quick nap and am back. Thanks to my many viewers, I have 500 page-views and have gotten a great idea for a photo that I got from a stint in devChat and I am not sure if I want to do it, because of my age. It would get me a daily deviant but I will not give my secret, given the fact that there might be an art burglar on the lose. *insert another fit of coughing* I think I should go to sleep, given that I am high on cough medicine, but I think I shall stay awake a little longerrrrr..... Argh! Must stay up! Aw well, I can't fight it. Good night, good evening, good morning, good afternoon, or whatever. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....


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]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/14679215/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/14679215/ Mon, 17 Sep 2007 19:35:04 PDT . Not really. I am going to submit a ton of deviations soon so hold tight all!

P.S. I got pageview 400 a little bit ago! Yay!

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]]> ~SirZebra http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/14620899/ http://SirZebra.deviantart.com/journal/14620899/ Thu, 13 Sep 2007 17:35:21 PDT My friends are so cool. I dunno why I put that in, but a shout out to Alla, Andrew, Corey, Mickayla (hope I spelled that right because you spell it funny), Heather, Nathan, James, and sometimes Roman! I may need to do some blocking soon, unless that guy (I'll check his name later, psy-something... I later found out his name to be Psyfre. That is kinda cool.) was just joking. And if anyone would be so kind, I would like some hints with some photos. People on thumbshare say I suck as well as in any other place when i post my thumbs. Oh well. So is life. Goodbye chums. May all your hands be live, and your pots be monster!

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