Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in dirkthorazine's LiveJournal:

Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007
11:21 am	big red buttons you ever watch one of these suspense thriller movies where the main character is pointing a gun at some stark raving mad lunatic but because the character is a decent sort of person he can't seem to pull the trigger even though the aforementioned raving lunatic has made his/her life a living hell. So the movie usually ends with the main character and the antagonist struggling and the antagonist accidentally getting shot or some friend of the protagonist bursting in the room and shooting him. Well the more i think about it the more i realize that in a situation like that i probably would have just pulled the trigger when the opportunity presented itself. Now I'm not saying that I'm hardcore or anything, i would die in most thriller/horror movies simply due to my unhealthy physical state I'm just saying at least I would try and do the smart thing like shoot the psycho killer. Because you know if you don't kill him he's just going to keep coming at you. Also movies where people throw down their weapons or don't try and properly arm themselves for situations. If there's a dam zombie plague occurring outside my house i'm at least going to try and scrounge up some weapons before i go wondering about with a stupid look on my face. Anywho i believe it is close to time for lunch and well the alien parasite in my brain insist i feed it offerings of cheap chinese food as subsistence so good day all, don't die or anything......*waves Current Mood: awake (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 28th, 2006
3:56 pm	hmm...what to say in this ever so exciting text box that is live journal...really the thought of telling anyone who happens upon this narrative the series of banal and often repetitiive events that comprise my life just fills me with joy and exuberance. I'm sorry if that sounds cynical, I try to limit my sarcasm to a minimum. I wonder if anyone else ever goes to update their journal and suddenly loses all recollection of anything they wanted to say and the only things that come to mind are the stupidest thoughts in their heads. Maybe that's just me. I mean i don't even have anything to really rant about since by the time i think of putting it up on live journal or one of its comtemporaries i have worn myself out ranting to my friends vincent or chris and don't really feel like talking about the subject anymore. Okay well i suppose this is the part where i discuss current events in the nation and empire that is John. I watched that movie a scanner darkly several days ago. It worried somewhat though how much i identified with the main character (both the book version and the movie version although there wasn't that much of a difference, just a little but more detail on the books end). He stumbled through life confused and disoriented which is how i feel most days . Do you ever wake up with your brain feeling slower than roadkill on the side of the road, I've been getting a lot of that lately. Thats why i started asking for harder cases at work to make me think and get those juices flowing. I still feel stupid most of the time though. What else to put to saite this need i feel to update the internet about my life. Well i'm currently trying to get back into school although due to what should have been a small minor and technical complication LSU has not only screwed me from returning there but also from a good chunk of reputable colleges, and now the ever so helpful staff at LSU is informing me I'm on my own because basically no one really knows how the error occured so it's mostly either my fault or there's no error at all, even though i would have had no acess to the systems needed to cause the error, but oh well little things like logic don't necessarily apply to giant institutions like LSU. So i'm stuck in the ville as my one and only Livejournal friend calls my hometown. At least i'm gainfully employed steady income does wonders for one's lifestyles (I can afford more than macroni and cheese!). Okay so basically if you haven't gathered I'm really bored so if by some small chace you happen to read this and you would by some chance want to talk to me just message me or whatnot I'm not an cynic all the time, scouts honor ( even though i was only in scouts for a month its counts) Current Mood: lethargic (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 30th, 2006
4:05 pm	the horror that is yardwork Ah i have finally made a live journal, for what purpose i have absolutely no idea whatsoever since i only know one other person who has one of these things, but i assume that there are at least a few others with this very same dilemma. So i suppose i should tell everyone about my exciting day in the yard since that is listed as the title of this wonderful discourse. Before i start i must apologize for my cynicism, as it has been an extremely long and hard day and looks to only get worse as the rest of the day goes by. It all started with the storm of almost biblical proportions that occurred last night. You see this storm besides making it almost impossible to drive home last night also knocked many trees in my neighborhood. Now only part of one tree fell in my yard so i consider myself especially fortunate. (the guy next door to my had two trees fall on his house last night and he only just finished his post Katrina repairs). So as i went to bed last night i thought that it wouldn't be that much of a problem, even less so with my handy dandy chainsaw. Upon awakening i received good news in the form of my mother telling my that all the water covering my lawn(aptly named lake wallace by my niece)would prevent me from moving the grass, needless to say this made my day. So i enter the garage this morning expecting to grab my chainsaw and get to work, hopefully finishing the job in a short amount of time so i could head over to the comic bookstore and end my day in a niece relaxing fashion . Then my mother tells me that I can't use to chainsaw because my father took it with him some time ago. Still not seeing this as anything more than a slight delay, i call my father at his house, whereupon he informs me that the i cannot have the chainsaw because it's currently in four pieces, i don't even bother asking how a chainsaw that came in two pieces ended up in four because this is my father we're talking about, a man who can with a simple screwdriver destroy all the power circuits in a house in under two minutes. So my only recourse was the dreaded buzz saw. Now the wallace family buzzsaw is similar to the Minotaur of greek myth, in that it is a horrible, monstrosity that never does what you want it to. If the thing starts up properly then you have to worry about it either shooting oil in your face, shorting out your electrical cord, or the chain slipping off the dam thing and trying to decapitate you. So i take the dreaded thing out the yard and low and behold when i'm about to saw through this rather large limb the chain slips off and nearly takes my face with it,ducking with a speed that would make a ninja blink i managed to avoid getting sliced, but i didn't managed to avoid the branch which sprang back up and smacked my in the face. Now thoroughly aggravated I march back into the dungeon of decrepitude and despair that is my garage and go for the only working limb cutter i have left a pair of manual branch cutters. Now this thing is like the crusty old war vet that sits at the bar 23 hours of the 24 in a day, he will talk about how he can still function and kick ass but in reality getting off the bar stool will most likely kill him. These branch cutters are the same way, designed back when the ten commandments were just ideas god was throwing around they look like the slightest movement will shatter them into a thousand pieces. Sure enough when i go to open them to try and cut a branch they break completely in half. Now to make matters worse the ass that moved in across the street from me after the asses that used to live there stole every ones money and left, comes trotting out with this giant super industrial limb mulcher, because that's what it was a giant mulcher on wheels, you could stick tree stumps in this thing and it would chew them up like it was nothing. So the guy makes sure to ride this thing around(attached to his several thousand dollar riding lawnmower) so everyone can get a good look at this hideous piece of yard crap, as if to say 'hey look all you suckers look how easy my job will be'. He then turns around looks at my pile busted tools, looks me in the eye smiles, all the while glancing at his stupid expensive limb mulcher thingie. I wanted to take both halves of my old decayed manual limb cutter and beat him with it till either the limb cutter turned to dust or there were large amounts of this man's blood everywhere. Fortunately for me i kept telling myself that this was not grand theft auto 3 and managed to refrain from acting out that impulse. So the end this pointlessly long story i called my dad and i am currently waiting for new yard tools so that i can finish my job and hopefully make it to the comic shop before they close. If anyone reads this i apologize for this long ramble on absolutely nothing, this should just go to show how uneventful my life is lol. (Comment on this)