dmonight

dmonight @ 2009-01-08T22:53:00

2009-01-09T03:53:55Z

I probably am doing that.

dmonight @ 2008-11-02T04:05:00

2008-11-02T09:06:03Z

Atonement

All I want for Christmas....

2007-03-15T17:09:26Z

So umm yeah I totally busted out my two front teeth via biking on Monday morning and had them fixed by the afternoon.

dmonight @ 2006-09-29T20:46:00

2006-09-30T00:46:34Z

moral of the story -don't bother-

dmonight @ 2006-08-31T01:49:00

2006-08-31T05:54:01Z

Look into my eyes. One of them is fake. I lost it in an accident. Since then I have been seeing the past in one eye and the present in the other. -Spike damndedest thing I was riding my bike today to forget the past and this was the only thing that kept on running through my head.... Night all

dmonight @ 2006-06-26T03:04:00

2006-06-26T07:06:03Z

A long day's Journey into Night is playing at the Irish Classical theater and I WILL NOT MISS IT.

dmonight @ 2006-06-18T02:51:00

2006-06-18T06:57:00Z

Twelve yeas ago today, it all happened. The horror I remember it all.

dmonight @ 2006-05-31T21:52:00

2006-06-01T01:53:18Z

so apparently my phone wasn't locked when it was in my pocket today at oh say 9-30ish it made alot of calls ALOT....ooops

dmonight @ 2006-05-03T17:22:00

2006-05-03T21:23:59Z

I wonder if people are really stupid enough to believe that deleting a comment from my LJ means somehow it won't still be in my email. bitches.

dmonight @ 2006-04-30T19:59:00

2006-04-30T23:59:25Z

Good bye old friend

dmonight @ 2006-02-13T10:38:00

2006-02-13T15:38:43Z

I had a great date, I hope she liked me. I hate crazy ppl who try and kill me. I now love the perry bible fellowship.

dmonight @ 2006-02-01T22:04:00

2006-02-02T03:06:34Z

I asked out the smartest nicest most beautiful girl in my German class, and she said yes! And my copy of my encyclopedia finally came in the mail. God Damn what a fine day

News Flash

2005-12-22T07:32:44Z

Okay so yeah who's with me, the host of Discovery's "Dirtiest Jobs" will never ever ever never ever ever have a problem finding work. How many hundreds of different jobs did will he have picked up going from one skank ass job to the next. Only problem is he'd know it was going to suck. Oh well he's my new hero now, so yeah Encyclopedia of Time is a go. He (the Editor) got the contract and I'm going to be submitting to him a list of articles that I'd wish to write about by Sunday. So double yeah, Only one more class grade too go, then I'll know whether or not I still will have that sweet sweet threefive, I need a B+ or better in Mth 417 Survey of Multivariable Calculus. Wish Me Luck, Mac out...

dmonight @ 2005-12-19T11:22:00

2005-12-19T16:23:10Z

Bam ah shcool done, Encyclopedia of Time updates soon,will i keep my threefive????

dmonight @ 2005-12-12T08:35:00

2005-12-12T13:35:39Z

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last Thursday I put gum in crewschild's hair (-12 points). In November I broke natizzle's X-Box (-12 points). Last Friday I gave wolfhickey a life-saving blood transfusion (50 points). In September I turned urbanpilgrim in for farting in church (3 points). Last Sunday I bought porn for moshiihsom (10 points).

Overall, I've been nice (39 points). For Christmas I deserve a toy train!

Sincerely,
Dmonight

dmonight @ 2005-11-17T23:46:00

2005-11-18T04:49:12Z

“The Invisible Club”
I didn’t think very much of Wesley Carter when he walked into homeroom one
Monday. He was tall and skinny with unkempt blonde hair and pale skin. His
eyes were icy blue and he was wearing faded jeans and a vintage t-shirt. But
I didn’t pay too much attention because I was mad. My Mother had slept in
too late to drive me to school. I hadn’t had enough cream cheese for my
bagel, and because of my seventy percent in Science, I wasn’t allowed to go
to a party on Friday night. On top of all that, when I walked to school, I
got slush in my shoes and I had a runny nose feeling that tickled every time
I took a breath. The rain that had been falling taunted me the whole way to
school. All in all, it was not a good day.
Wesley Carter was a transfer from a neighboring town. I live in one of
those towns where everybody knows everybody else, and it was a good chance
that you could leave your car doors unlocked and nothing would happen. Safe,
right? The teacher had introduced him and he’d shifted his weight
uncomfortably under the new-kid stare the whole time.
After homeroom, my day went on pretty normal, if you consider having a
gawky, awkward boy following you around normal. It turned out that My and
Wesley’s schedule were identical. Therefore, I was in charge of showing him
around. He was polite enough at first, but then he began to get annoying. He
asked endless questions. “How many people are in this class? Does the
cafeteria always smell like this? Does that girl always wear her hair like
that? Is this teacher boring?” Plus, Wesley was just plain weird. He never
talked, and when he did he asked endless questions. After about a week, he
had been adopted into the “Invisible Club.” Meaning that no one noticed him,
and if they did, they didn’t like him. I felt sorry for him, but He never
made an effort to make friends. I became wrapped up in my teenage problems
and forgot all about Wesley. Therefore, I never noticed that he would come
to school with a bruise on his arm or a cut on his lip every once in awhile.
After two months things started to get a little excited. Wesley became the
victim of the most popular boy in school, Brett. Brett was a jerk. He was
one of those guys who picked on people for no reason, and got in fights some
of the time. Except they weren’t really fights, because he would pick
someone so weak that it would just be Brett pounding the living daylights
out of some guy. It made me sick. Well, one day I guess Wesley really ticked
Brett off. To this day, I still can’t remember exactly how it happened. I do
remember Brett sending around hushed murmurs about jumping Wesley after
school. This just made me upset. Wesley never did anything. Yeah, he was
weird, but he never offended anyone because he never spoke. It just so
happens that that week I was partnered up with Wesley for a Social Studies
Project, one of those mindless things where you find information that you’re
going to forget next week. Sometimes, I just don’t understand the point of
school. I really don’t. The last thing I wanted to do was be working on a
project with the invisible boy. Everything had been changing with me lately.
My Mother and I talked less and less. I was walking to school practically
every day now. I was also starting to fall even more behind in schoolwork.
This project was going to be a big grade so I figured I might as well put a
little work in it.
After school one day, I realized that I had forgotten to get the notes I
needed for the project from Wesley. The project was due tomorrow and I
really needed those notes. I went to his locker hoping to catch him before
he left, but he wasn’t there. I looked around the school for at least twenty
minutes, but he was nowhere to be found. That was when I got that sinking
feeling in my stomach and all the hushed rumors of jumping Wesley and
beating him up came back into my head. I also notice that Brett and his
friends were nowhere to be seen either. The sinking feeling got worse, and I
ran outside of the school. Not to my surprise, I found a group of kids
standing in a circle. Pushing my way through the crowd, I saw the spectacle
that everyone was crowding around. Wesley was lying on the ground and
holding his stomach. There was a cut on his lip and he was grimacing. Brett
had a crazy smile on his face, he was laughing wildly. Then he let out a
sharp kick to Wesley’s stomach. When Wesley was hit, I could feel the anger
surging through my veins, adrenaline pulsed through my body, and I clenched
my fists. I could feel my blood begin to boil in anger, and I could barley
feel myself walking up towards Brett. But, oh could I feel it when my fist
collided with his face. That’s right; I hit that boy right in the face and
helped Wesley up. That’s when my senses came back to me. I could smell the
smell of the rain that had not let up all week, and I could feel everybody’s
silent eyes on me. They were waiting. Wesley tried to brush me off, but I
wouldn’t let him. I told him that I would walk him home. I walked him away
from the laughs of the cruel people.
He told me where his house was, and I recognized that it was in a battered
part of town. Nevertheless, I still walked him home. When we reached his
house, the air felt thick and smoky. The front stairs were rickety, and I
wasn’t going to chance them. The house was a major fixer-upper. Paint peeled
off the walls and masking tape provided a quick fix for a broken window in
the upstairs. Wesley didn’t say anything, he just gave me a look and left me
standing there on the sidewalk in front of the house. I was at least
expecting a thank you, but maybe he just wanted to clean up or something.
Almost seconds after he disappeared into the house, I remembered I had
forgotten my notes. Chancing the steps, I walked towards his front door and
was about to push the rusted doorbell when I heard the yelling. “You good
for nothing boy! What did you do now? You gone and gotten yourself all
beaten up again?” A deep voice shouted. Then a thud, then breaking glass.
There was some more slurred shouting, a couple crashes, and then suddenly
Wesley burst through the door. He was wearing a new bruise on his cheek and
a small, bleeding cut near his eye. At that moment, I felt smaller than I’ve
ever felt before. I just stood there, dumbfounded and embarrassed. There was
an uncomfortable silence and then Wesley reached down and took a crumpled
piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to me, Social Studies notes.
I took them gratefully and was turning to walk away when Wesley said, “I
just wanted it to be different this time. I thought maybe if I made friends
that it would stop. He only does that when he’s drunk you know. My Dad.” I
felt like sinking into an endless hole. “Thanks for the notes.” I said, my
voice came out groggy. Some shouts erupted from the house and Wesley winced.
“Natalie.” He said slowly. He had never said my name before. The way he said
it made it sound like he was just savoring the word on his lips. “I know you
don’t notice me because, well, no one does. Anyway, I really like you and I
was wondering, you know-” More shouts came from the house. “Would you like
to go get something to eat with me?” He looked at his shoes as soon as he
was finished. I felt a slow smile spread across my face. “Sure.” I said,
offering my hand. He took it with a big grin playing across his face. As we
walked hand in hand down the street away from his broken down house and
abusive father and from anything that ever made me doubt that he was a real
person, I thought about how I think Wesley’s okay , and if there ever comes
a time that he might need someone, I have a feeling that time is now, and
I’ll be there for him.

-Kara McGonnell-
a published work by a 9th grader, my camper

dmonight @ 2005-10-21T12:25:00

2005-10-21T16:26:15Z

Doing much better, makin good money going out alot with lots of different people. Still empty as all hell but hey it kills time till time kills us.

dmonight @ 2005-10-08T21:36:00

2005-10-09T01:37:18Z

72 dollars in tips, yet somehow I just don't care something is missing. It seems like I'm spending my whole life in the undergraduate physics library, not on account of physics work but I just don't leave when I'm done. It's not like I have anything to go home to so why not stay.

dmonight @ 2005-10-06T18:34:00

2005-10-06T22:35:18Z

Satan
You scored 62% Pride, 62% Envy, 72% Ambition, and 55% Deceitfulness!

You are Satan, the consummate villain, and the ascendant figure in the unholy trinity. Throughout history you have been called The Serpent, The Accuser, The Devil, Lucifer, The Prince of the Power of the Air, and The Dragon, among other things. Your “compatriots” in the unholy trinity, the Antichrist and the False Prophet, are merely pawns in your futile struggle with God. Though, they probably don’t know this. This is because you are a master of deception; indeed the Bible calls you “The Father of All Lies”. You are also very ambitious, and you strive to be in positions of the utmost authority. Unfortunately, it was impossible for you to obtain the highest title in heaven and this is part of the reason why you decided to leave. Of course, you couldn’t just leave by yourself, so you managed to use your deceptive abilities to get one third of the angels in heaven to join with you in revolt. God put down the rebellion and expelled you from heaven. To most people, it would seem foolish to start a war against God, but pride can sometimes cause people to do foolish things. In heaven, you were the most beautiful and powerful of all angels and you were well aware of this. Unfortunately, you let your pride consume you and your passions led you down the road to perdition. After you were expelled from heaven, you let another one of your attributes consume you—envy. You knew that you could never defeat God, but you could attempt to destroy humanity, his most beloved creation. Your goal is to bring as many people as possible to suffer in Hell with you. Fortunately for you, but unfortunately for the rest of us, you’ve been endowed with all of the attributes necessary (deceptiveness, confidence, ruthlessness, and ambition) to do a terribly good job at this.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 71% on Pride

You scored higher than 77% on Envy

You scored higher than 74% on Ambition

You scored higher than 58% on Deceitfulness

Link: The Which Biblical Villain Are You Test written by MetalliScats on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

dmonight @ 2005-10-05T12:09:00

2005-10-05T16:09:52Z

I bust my ass studying 8hrs for this math test and all i have to show for it is this big fat A, yay :)

Johnny Cash

2005-10-03T00:54:17Z

And as the sun rose all he could see was the long mourning ahead, Good day indeed. Don't take your gun to town, leave your guns at home, bill don't take your guns to town...

dmonight @ 2005-09-28T18:46:00

2005-09-28T22:48:07Z

Six hours spent over two weeks trying to come up with just 4 measurements, 5hrs to callibrate alone. God Damn I'm good.

dmonight @ 2005-09-26T22:28:00

2005-09-27T02:28:54Z

stood alone like a star in the heavens...That was the last shudder of his awakening, the last pains of birth. Immediately he moved on again and began to walk quickly and impatiently, no longer homewards, no longer to his father, no longer looking backwards

She taught him that lovers should not separate from each other after making love without admiring each other, without being conquered as well as conquering, so that no feeling of satiation or desolation arises nor the horrid feeling of misusing or having been misused

He envied them [for]...the sense of importance with which they lived their lives, the depth of their pleasure and sorrows, the anxious but sweet happiness of their continual power to love. These people were always in love with themselves, with their children

Now, he thought, that all transitory things have slipped away from me again, I stand once more beneath the sun, as I once stood as a small child. Nothing is mine, I know nothing, I possess nothing, I have learned nothing...when I am no longer young, when my hair is fast growing gray...now I am beginning again like a child.

a true seeker could not accept any teachings, not if he sincerely wished to find something. But he who found, could give his approval to every path, every goal; nothing separated him from all the other thousands who lived in eternity, who breathed the Divine

It was true that he had never fully lost himself in another person to such an extent as to forget himself; he had never undergone the follies of love for another person. He had never been able to do this, and it had then seemed to him that this was the biggest difference between him and the ordinary people...[now] He was madly in love

Had not his father suffered the same pain that he was now suffering for his son? Had not his father died long ago, alone, without having seen his son again? Did not he expect the same fate? Was it not a comedy, a strange and stupid thing, this repetition, this course of events in a fateful circle?

A]ll the voices, all the goals, all the yearnings, all the sorrows, all the pleasures, all the good and evil, all of them together was the world. All of them together was the stream of events, the music of life...then the great song of a thousand voices consisted of one word: Om - perfection."

When someone is seeking...it happens quite easily that he only sees the thing that he is seeking; that he is unable to find anything, unable to absorb anything...because he is obsessed with his goal. Seeking means: to have a goal; but finding means: to be free, to be receptive, to have no goal."
Therefore, it seems to me that everything that exists is good - death as well as life, sin as well as holiness, wisdom as well as folly. Everything is necessary, everything needs only my agreement, my assent, my loving understanding; then all is well with me and nothing can harm me...I needed lust [and] to strive for property...to learn not to resist them."

He saw the face of a newly born child, red and full of wrinkles, ready to cry. He saw the face of a murderer, saw him plunge a knife into the body of a man; at the same moment he saw this criminal kneeling down, bound, and his head cut off by an executioner. He saw the naked bodies of men and women in postures and transports of passionate love. He saw corpses stretched out, still, cold, empty

He saw all these forms and faces in a thousand relationships to each other, all helping each other, loving, hating, destroying each other and become newly born. Each one of them was mortal, a passionate, painful example of all that was transitory. Yet none of them died, they only changed, were always reborn, continually had a new face: only time stood between one face and another

dmonight @ 2005-09-25T22:55:00

2005-09-26T02:56:35Z

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

Who brought me here?

2005-09-25T21:09:06Z

Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
riddle me this
three half eaten corneas
who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go
Faint white figures paint my sleep
please don't tell my secrets keep them hidden (you got it, you got it, you got it)
if the words that matter reach your face from floor
will you be wondering if, or (do I need what is given or honest)
does it cost me scarring if the words stay true
even number your nephew (I don't want it, don't want it, don't want it anymore)

and when the answer that you want
is in the question that you state
come what may
come what may

in a pain that buckles out your knees
could you stop this if I plead (you got it, you got it, you got it)
so destined I am to walk among the dark
a child in keeping secrets from (will they know what I've done in the after)
in the sought for matter when the words blame you
in a blood red summer I'll give you (I don't want it, don't want it, don't want it)

what did I do to deserve
what did I do to deserve
this? this?

what did I do to deserve
what did I do to deserve
this? this?

what did I do to deserve
what did I do

hold in your last breath and stare
assure me your metronome left arm stick shift is stuck on the right words in your ear
could you hear me loud and clear? in sight and out of mind
cautiously avoiding the cracks not to disturb your steadied arm straight line
the facts before a climb... a plan before a crime
tired in the days that passed away
sporadically arranged across your floor when you've got it made...

dear mariah, the worlds not big enough for the both of us when we live in the same town
fight on fire burn my hands till i got nothing left to count my numbers on

your wise ass comments could cheer you up
the emotional disturbance relax deep breathe sit back from the space in which you stand
here and in demand don't touch a fresh wound that bleeds
all over you carpets the stains the story book remains and the page that states you've tied
accept and then reply acknowledge the other guy, tired in the days that passed away
sporadically arragned across the floor when you've got it made

don't change your mind when alls been won
your words in time with the loss that you'd let them go
don't let them fall if your grips not strong
in time decide... with the words you should let them go

dear mariah come sleep in your own bed
when eye meets eye be calm
will lie here alone locked the children in the floor
who sat me down here?
your dreams can't last forever
father figure wraps his face down
we're coming home to you
Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
riddle me this
three half eaten corneas
who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go

Do you recall it's name
As it suggested beck and call
This face and heel
Will drag your halo through the mud
Ash of Pompeii
Erupting in a statues dust
Shrouded in veils
Because these handcuffs hurt to much
Still scalpeing these ticketless applause
And when they drag the lake there is nothing left at all
sutured contusion
beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
said I've lost my way
even if this cul de sac would pay
to reach inside a vault whatever be the cost
sterling clear
blackend ice
when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all

I've defected

sutuerd contusion
beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
said I've lost my way
even if this cul de sac did pay
to reach inside a vault whatever be the cost
sterling clear
blackend ice
when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all

I've defected

beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
said I've lost my way
even if this cul de sac did pay
beyond the anthills of, beyond the anthills of said I've lost my way
even if you, even if you, even if you reach inside a vault whatever be the cost
sterling clear
blackend ice
when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all

(this is my last insicion
the stitches have defected
drag me a vessel
coveting all you know see and hear
this is my last incision
the stitches have fallen off
Sterling clear blackened ice
And when they drag they lake ther'es nothing left at all)
I've defected
You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig smotherd cries
Is there a spirit that spits
Upon the exit of signs
Is anybody there
These steps keep on growing long
Bayonet trials rust propellers await
No
Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smiles for the dead
Nobody is heard
An antiquated home
Afloat with engines on mute
Sui generis ship spined around the yard
Is anybody there
These craft only multiply
At the nape of ruins rust propellers await
No
Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind
Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smile for the dead
Transoceanic depth in this earth
In this cenotaph
Lash of one thousand eye brows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll
You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig smothered cries
Is there a spirit that spits upon the exit of signs
Is anybody there
These steps keep on growing long
Bayonet trials rust propellers await
No
Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind
Nobody is heard rowing sheep smile for the dead
Transoceanic depth in this earth in this cenotaph
Carpel jets
hit the ground
Carpel jets
hit the ground
Carpel jets
hit the ground
Carpel jets
hit the ground
Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll
Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll
You must have been phlegmatic in stature
The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide
You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes
Out of a blind mans picaresque heart

You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil

It's not over till the tremulant sings
These ides of march
Are they so make believe
How tempts the revenant
Slice up and not across

You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil

A mass of gallon sloth
As flys have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day

The iconoclastic had it coming for years
They know the prisons that you have yet to fear
Where thumbs hide inside of sleepingbag mouths
Adlib your memoires by casting a drought

You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil

A mass of gallon sloth
As flys have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day

Knife me in -hobbeling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in-hobbeling
Talking in it's sleep again

Knife me in hobbling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in hobbling
Talking in It's sleep again

Virulent hives- of bedpost piles
Virulent hives

Who brought me here
Forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here
Forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here