Flaming Custard

Oh, hello.

2009-11-25T15:15:23Z

So I randomly stumbled upon LJ again... thought I;d make a post to see if anyone was still alive out there...

Anyone?

Echo...

Echo...

Philosophy Hour: Part 1

2007-10-15T21:46:34Z

So my friend and I were talking today. We were discussing the premise of "absolute truth" and whether or not it truly existed.

we found that the truth for one person may not be true for another; the truth is relative.

The only "absolute" truth is that truth is relative to each person...

feel free to respond, if anyone even reads this.

w00t , labor day.

2007-09-03T20:21:09Z

lol. my grandpa made a toast today at lunch for labor day. "To Devorah, (my mom) for being the only one at thius table who has ever been in labor!"

lol. what a crazy guy. in other news, i work again todAY...blech. lots of hw and a headache to boot. should be fun.

so happy labor day, y'all.

-MJ

insane,betch.

2007-08-09T04:00:04Z

Sooo

Work sucked ass today! it took ALL FOUR employees to help me do dishes. ug. what a mess.

BUT

Play Practice was fucking insane! I kno i complained about it before, but IT IS SO AWESOME!!!!! You all have to come!

Footloose

August 15 at 7:30 p.m.
August 16 at 7:30 p.m.
August 17 at 7:30 p.m.
August 18 at 2:00 p.m.
August 18 at 7:30 p.m.
St. Norbert College Walter Theatre
Prices: $20 Rows A-U, $10 Rows V-Z

ok enoguh shameless advirtisement. (lol or typos.)

so yeah. i actually look forward ot these things...

um....bai!

:shuffle:

2007-07-31T16:17:17Z

wow...i've neglected this bad boy. so, life...

life is pretty good. got a job, im in a musical, and i've got sweet friends. what else could i ask for?

Still no girls in the picture, but still workin' hard at it! lol.

pumped for senior year... its gunna rock my socks. I also checked out UW Oshkosh yesterday. it was alright... the only dorm with air conditioning is also the smallest and has loft beds, meaning you sleep with your face about 6 inches form the cieling. heh, what more could you ask for? (yes, i realize that i've used this same euphemism as above).

alright. cya all laterz.

:sigh:

2007-05-23T23:12:28Z

Hey.... Saw Ty and Fei driving. that was cool.

So.. life...is getting very arduous. I NEED SUMMER.
And normal chicks to chill with. please, IF U KNO ANY ONE THAT CAN HELP....
let me kno.
:twitch:
finals next week.
sweeeeet.
-MJ

NDA Gencinf Apparel

2007-04-27T12:11:56Z

Hey-
If anyone cares... NDA Fencing now has apparel. It's been like a decade since we had naything, so now we do.
Exciting stuff. If anyone wants anything, tell me.

-MJ

And Now for Something Completely Different...

2007-04-15T17:57:59Z

So my story got into LitMAg. very exciting. i dont know why they picked it. if i read something like that id ask if the author was on something. oh well.

life is good. kinda procrastinating in my hw, but hey...
took the ACt for the 1st time. boy was that ever fun.

blah.
-MJ

emjaysmash @ 2007-04-12T21:12:00

2007-04-13T02:14:27Z

Me + Theology = McCarthy trying to read a book on communism.

Don't exactly mix.

It's that time again...

2007-04-03T17:27:39Z

w00t! In-laws from HELL are here. pray for me.

Que Pasa, home Slice?

2007-03-16T00:12:16Z

So, How are Things?

Girl situation in moving... hopefully in a good direction. ill update if anything exciting happens.
really short post. piss.
-MJ

Blech!

2007-03-12T20:18:30Z

so i didn't sleep so well last night. when i woke up i felt like shit and had tohught about staying home, but i re-evaluated and decided ot go to school. Well, after not eating breakfast there was a nice 4-part lagerman essay awaiting me for 1st hour. the rest of the hours passed alright, till lunch. i inkth i had a fever or sumthing, cuz i was sweating, and everyone else was cool. so i ate lunch and figured i'd be better. then i had a random nose-bleed. like out of nowhere. well i was done at that point so i just went home after 5th period. so now im here, typing to all of you. ugh. sorry about the rant.
-MJ

Find the error. It's impossible!

2007-03-09T00:04:02Z

Lol. SO life.. is great. im working on getting to know thta one girl so i can ask her ot prom and maybe go out with her? yea. fun stuff. i ikinda developed a new attitude towards life. im not so.. cautoius. (but i still cant type wortyh shit.) Im bowling tommarow, Have Fencing tonight... life is good. I really cna';t tinhk of stuff to ocmplain about. well yea. hope ur life is as cool as mine! lol.

Haldol Part 6

2007-03-07T01:50:04Z

A knock on the door brought John to his senses. He shook his head, now occupied with a headache and opened his eyes to take in the scene. He was leaning up against a corner in a room with white padded walls. His eyes gazed at the steel bars covering his window. After John assessed his room he turned down to look at himself. He was without shoes, and found he was being restrained in a straight jacket. Before he could analyze anything further, another knock sounded from the door. “Come in.” John answered in a gravely voice. He felt like he had not drank anything for a while. The door swung open and a man in a long white coat carrying a food tray came in and smiled.

“Glad to see your up, John.” He said.

John shifted a little in his constricting jacket. The familiar aroma of hospital grade food wafted from the tray. Seeing John eyeing the tray, the man closed the door and moved closer. Taking the top off, he revealed a plate of eggs, crispy bacon, and toast. Residing next to the plate was a small paper cup containing a small white pill. John instantly recognized it as Haldol. The man set the tray down and produced a fork from his back pocket.

“Would you like to start with some eyes, or should I butter your toast first?” the man asked. John sat there fixed, eyeing the food, then the pill. In a scream of rage John kicked out at the tray, sending its contents flying to the opposite wall with a crash.

“Where am I? Let me out, LET ME OUT!” John screamed, fighting against the man who had now grabbed hold of him. The man turned his head towards the door and shouted for assistance. Immediately, two broad shouldered men stepped into the room and grabbed hold of John, one injecting him with an unknown solution that generated from his pocket. John felt his muscles relax, and he fell back against the wall, unable to move. He slowly watched his chest move up and down with each breath, then turned back to his aggressors.

“How long… have I been… here? “ John asked weakly. The man issued a sigh.

“We’ve been over this, John. Every morning you ask the same question, and every morning I give you the same answer. It’s been seven years since you were checked in here.” He produced another small white pill from his jacket. “You were prescribed with Haldol in your third month here, for catalepsy, or a catatonic state of schizophrenia. This pill clams you down, at least enough so you don’t harm yourself or anyone else around. You take one every day, knocking you out. After it takes effect we usually monitor you and feed you until the end of the day when you are return here.” He motioned to the room. Then he sighed again. “So now that you are caught up, please, just take the pill.” He said, holding the pill in his thumb on forefinger. John lazily glanced down at the pill, then after a few moments opened his mouth. The man popped the pill into John’s mouth and gave him some water from a bottle he’d been carrying. John swallowed the pill and took a breath. His eyes wearily followed the arms coming to grasp him again. John felt himself abruptly lifted up, and was carried out to a gurney waiting for him. They set him down comfortably, and started to wheel him down the white hallways. John felt sleepy as he watched the ceiling tiles go by. Before long he felt the soft bump of the gurney hitting a door, and was rolled into a well lit room. John’s gurney came to a stop under the bright operating light. Slowly, John let out a breath and closed his eyes, retreating back into oblivion.

This is the final part. Sorry i couldn't get the whole story in, but it was too big. Enjoy.
-MJ

HALDOL (The story) Part 5

2007-03-07T00:08:57Z

John’s eyesight was blurry. He felt like lead; unable to move his arms, legs, head or fingers. He stared ahead into a bright light positioned over him. John lazily watched as an object vaguely resembling a hand hover over his face. Slowly, as the hand, now holding something, retracted, his eyesight became clearer. The bright light came into focus, and John recognized it as a surgical lamp found in an operating room. The dull drone of voices and machines soon became clearer to him the longer he laid there. Finally he could distinguish the voices of a surgeon and a nurse, and beeps and whirs of medical machines in the room. He noticed that the surgeon was neglecting his body; in fact, the surgeon seemed to focus solely on John’s head. John shifted his eyes a little towards the top of his head. He felt a small sensation there, and it seemed to be growing, down towards his neck. John discharged it from his mind and then focused on the conversation between the surgeon and the nurse, which had suddenly stopped. John watched as the nurse leaned over the side of the gurney and assessed his current state. She had the look of concern in her eyes, and after a nervous sigh of dismissal of her concern returned to stand. John felt the sensation move down his upper arms, and into his chest.

“What’s Up?” John heard the surgeon ask. “It’s nothing,” he heard her reply. The sensation again moved, down his abdomen and into his legs and toes. The nurse continued. “ I thought I saw…” A shooting pain coursed through John, piercing his very soul. He let out a long and furious cry. The intense pain was ripping him apart, and all he could do was scream. John barely noticed the surgeon yelling at the nurse, and the nurses hurried pace towards the anesthesia cabinets. He barely noticed the small jab that the nurse delivered to his forearm, distributing heavy pain and sedating medication. Instantly relief flowed through his veins, numbing the pain and returning him to a semi-comatose state. Again, blurry vision invaded him. John could only hear monotonous sounds coming from the people next to him. The sensation he had felt growing from his brain was gone, but now suddenly reoccurred, now in his lungs and diaphragm. John cringed and contracted his diaphragm at the thought of the pain again, resulting in a small gurgle to issue from his mouth. The menacing sensation filled him again, and John braced himself for the inevitable. As the feeling reached his toes, and the top of his head, the pain resurged through his body. As John screamed in anguish for the second time, his muscles in his stomach contracted with so much force that he sat up, ripping an artery in his lung. John felt searing hot pins stabbing at his arms and forearms. He grabbed at them ferociously, unintentionally tearing out the I.V.s connected to him. Unconsciously, John’s legs swung over the side of the gurney and lifted him off of it. John coughed and wheezed, spitting up blood as he shambled aimlessly, blind with pain. John groped out in front of him; try to find anything for him to grab. The muscles in John’s back spasmed, causing him to lurch forward. John felt his hand hit an object. Painfully, the muscles in his hands contracted, causing his fingers to grip the object powerfully. John issued another scream as his arm muscles burned with fatigue, but continued to hold the object tightly. After what seemed like an eternity, his muscles relaxed. John opened his eyes and blinked to focus. He looked down and saw the lifeless form of the surgeon lying at his feet. John’s eyes moved up the surgeon’s body, until he met his face. His own lifeless eyes met his gaze. John took a step back in horror. He turned to run, but was met by the nurse, wielding a large syringe. She suddenly flew into action, directing the needle towards his heart. John threw his hands in front of him defensively, crying out. His attempts were unsuccessful; the nurse drove the needle into his sternum, injecting the powerful drugs into his heart. John fell forward, cataleptic before he hit the ground.

HALDOL (The story) PArt 4

2007-03-06T00:34:52Z

John slowly became awake. The sun was shining through the windows opposite him. Dread coursed through him as he remembered past events. He instantly turned to the clock. It flashed 7:45 AM. He breathed a sigh of relief. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, then moved over to sit on the sit of the bed. He reached over his nightstand and grabbed the half empty bottle of vodka. After taking a few swigs, he stood and moved into the bathroom. He shuffled over to the mirror and looked himself over. He looked dreadful. His chin was covered in stubble, his hair disheveled, his hazel eyes semi-bloodshot. He stared at himself for another second, and then chuckled. He put on his blue bathrobe and moved back into the bedroom. He set the vodka back down, and moved to his closet. He shuffled through the pairs of suits until he found the one he wanted. He took out his clothes for the day, and put them on his bed. He went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. After a nice long shower, he got dressed and made himself some breakfast. He finished breakfast and went out to the garage. He got into his BMW and backed out.

Traffic was normal. The expected forty-five minutes in rush hour traffic was calming to John. Making his way past the security gate, he coasted into his parking space, and approached the building. Vivid memories of last night’s events were fresh in his mind, and he cautiously walked in. When John saw the normal bustle of the main lobby he calmed down. He moved past the lobby, and after waving to the secretary, went into his office.

The open window allowed a nice cool mid-afternoon breeze to flow into John’s office. John sat amid a sea of medical charts, doctoral manuals and charts of the brain taken by M.R.I. He flipped back and for the between pages in the medicals charts, scribbling notes down for further reference.

John paused for a moment as a breeze hit him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The fresh air was energizing. After John savored the last bit of billowing air, he returned to his work. Just as he was about to write more notes, he stopped, thinking he heard a whisper. John dismissed it and carried on with his work. Again he heard a whisper; “Sutures.” John set his pen down and looked around. The whispers were exceedingly familiar with the dreams he had had. “Must be the wind carrying the noise.” He said to himself. He got out of his chair and moved to close the window. As he approached the window he heard more whispers, this time louder “Let’s finish, then close him up.” John shut the window quickly. He stood for a second, listening for nay more whispers. Hearing none, he moved back behind his desk. He sat down and started working again. He began to write down more notes. Unconsciously, John emitted a small gurgle from his mouth. He dropped his pen and sat back, touching his abdomen. An odd feeling rushed over him. His limbs were cold, but his head was warm with fever. He shook it off, blaming it on a small cold he must have developed recently. He moved to grab his pen again. In mid motion, a blood-curdling scream exploded from his mouth, filling the room. He instantly stood and slapped a hand over is mouth. John felt faint. He struggled to remain standing, and as he steadied himself, there was a knock at the door. His secretary, Jill stuck her head into the room. “Are you okay, do you need any help?” she asked. John kept his hand over his mouth and just shook his head. He staggered over and shooed her out of the room, shutting the door as she left. Putting his back against the door, his slowly lowered his hand form his mouth. He closed his eyes again, trying to focus on controlling his breathing. Once he calmed down, he started to move over to the desk. Halfway there, a feeling within him made him double over and another scream erupted, this time accompanied with blood. Again he tried to stifle the scream with his hands. Blood was splattered on him, covering his shirt and hands. He moved back to the door, still doubled over, and opened it. He staggered out into the hallway where he was met with the concerned looks of surprised people. Again Jill ran over to him, asking the nearest person to call a doctor. John only moaned in response. He staggered through the hallway, and out into the lobby. Many people gasped and rushed over to help him. John just pushed them aside and kept walking. Another cough of blood erupted from him, leaving a trail in his wake. He found his way to the revolving doors at the front of the hospital and leaned into them. The door slowly began to move, and when he found the other side of the door, he staggered out. He coughed again and wiped his mouth, cringing at the pain. The agony he felt was nothing he had ever felt before. His mind screamed within him, and yet he continued to move forward. As he shambled forward he looked to his remote destination, wherever it was. His once perfect eyesight was now dulled, developing into tunnel vision. Before he knew it, he was past the security gate, approached the major thoroughfare of Main Street. “Oh God,” he thought to himself. “NO! I WILL NOT CONTINUE!” he screamed trying to take control of his legs. He fought angrily and stumbled as he stepped over the curb. He could hardly hear the dull horns of the cars swerving and rushing past him. On coming traffic screeched to a half as he moved into the middle of the road. Finally his legs stopped. John stood the breathing heavily, still holding his legs. Slowly he removed them and flung his hands in the air, a scream of joy filling the air. John’s shout and laugh of victory drowned out the horn of an oncoming Semi truck. John danced with his fists in the air, jumping up and down with excitement. The Semi rushed closer, and as John turned around, with a smile on his face, the Semi hit him with full force.

I revised the story a little moving the last paragraph from 3 into section 4 and shined it up a little. Enjoy.

Weather

2007-03-02T00:04:46Z

THUNDER ~~CATS~~ SNOW, HO!

The Story,Part 3 (short)

2007-03-01T00:17:30Z

John slowly became awake. The sun was shining through the windows opposite him. He felt well rested, and as he stretched he took a glance at the clock. It read 10:45 AM.

“Shit, I’m late!” John swore.

He jumped out of bed and gathered his clothes. He hurriedly put them on and grabbed a “Breakfast To Go” bar out of the pantry. Traffic wasn’t bad this morning; in fact he was surprised, hardly anyone was out on the roads. He coasted easily into his normal parking space, finally arriving at St. Matthew’s hospital.

As he ran inside, he turned to wave at the secretary, but found she wasn’t there. The room was silent except for the sound of an empty dial tone, like the one a phone off the hook makes, emanating from behind the secretary’s desk. He stopped and turned to the counter to investigate.

The phone was lying next to its cradle, and the computer screen was on. John put the phone back, and slowly moved around the desk. An open word document was displayed on the screen, but nothing was written. John looked down at the page counter. It read page number one of nine hundred. John started to scroll down. No writing appeared until he hit the tenth page. At the bottom of the tenth page a small message was inscrolled.

“Stop doing what you are doing. This isn’t real. – Your friend, HALDOL.

John stood there confused. Haldol? How was his drug – or any inanimate object- giving him advice? He puzzled over this for a few more seconds until he noticed the small postscript after the message. He scrolled down further to read. Big bold Letters met his gaze.

WAKE UP!

The Story, Part 2

2007-02-26T23:47:20Z

John focused on the small placard on the desk. “Dr. Philip Marks – Psychiatry” was inscrolled in raised gold letters.

“Dr. Carroll?” John snapped out of his daydream. “Hmm?”

“You were telling me about your dream. You said this was the fifth time this week, correct?” asked the doctor.

“Y-yes,” John Stammered. “Fifth time so far.”

“And this is the same psychotic monster-patient?” the doctor asked.

“Yes- actually, a former patient.” John answered.

“ A former patient?” the doctor said as he scrawled notes on his clipboard.

“Yeah, actually my first patient. He died on the operating table. Massive brain hemorrhage in the lower cerebral lobe.”

“ Hmm,” the doctor thought for a moment. “Any other signs that might be attributed to this former patient, maybe in your daily life?” asked the doctor.

John recalled his day. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “No, not recently.” He replied.

The doctor set his clipboard down on the desk in front of him. “From what I can tell, the dreams are just a minor relapse of depression from a traumatic event.” The doctor pulled out a small slip of paper from one of the desks drawers. “I’m prescribing to you an anti-hallucinogen. It might do the trick and clear up the nightmares.” He said. He filled out the small slip, and then handed it to John.

“Haldol?” John asked. “Don’t they give this to psychotic schizophrenics?”

The doctor smiled. “Yes- they do, but Haloperidol -or Haldol for short- has other qualities that will help. You should take one just before bed every night.”

John looked back at the paper. “Alright,” he said. “Whatever helps.”

After John and the doctor exchanged good-byes, he went to the pharmacy and filled the prescription. After an hour of sitting in New York City traffic, he finally got home.

John sighed as he took off his shoes and lay down on his bed. The pills shook in his pocket. He took them out and set them on the bedside table. He stared at the black HALDOL scrolled on the side of the bottle. He thought he saw the letters move. The longer he stared, the more they contorted and shifted. He sat up and moved a little closer to the bottle. The letters were now a blur, and they began to rearrange themselves in no particular order. He raised his hand to grab the bottle, but was interrupted by a hungry growl form his stomach. John stopped and looked at his stomach, then back at the bottle and began to chuckle.

“I need to eat, that’s all.” He said to himself. He moved himself from the bedroom, into the kitchen and produced some leftover pizza from the fridge. He sat down and turned on the television.

John finished his pizza and watched TV late into the night. With a yawn he rose from the couch and staggered into his bedroom. He slowly changed into his pajamas, got into bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

He was in a field full of short grass, as far as he could tell. A nice warm breeze blew form the east, making his white shirt billow slightly. He began to walk through the grasses in no particular direction. After a while he found that he was on top of a hill. He started to run down the length of the hill. He drew up more speed and soon he was a sprinting, arms flung out to his sides, feeling the warm wind on his face. As he rounded down the foot of the hill, his foot hit a sharp stone and he toppled over. He pushed himself up and turned back to look at what he tripped on. A white bowl shaped thing stuck about halfway out of the ground. John went over to inspect. It looked like a rough limestone of some sort. John touched the side. It was oddly warm. John wondered why, and began to use his finger to dig the rock out little by little. Half way down, he found eye sockets. He kept digging, fairly certain he found a skull of some long-dead person. As he unearthed the bottom of the jaw, he held it up. The skull seemed normal; a full set of teeth, and nice round eye sockets. John stared intuitively at the eye sockets. Tipped the skull this way and that way, and saw something shifting inside. He moved the skull closer to get a good look.

“JOHN CARROLL!” the skull screamed, suddenly animated. It had a demonic tone about it, bringing hellfire and brimstone to mind. John dropped it and stepped backwards. The skull continued to scream. Suddenly, it leapt at him, just missing his shoulder. John turned and ran. The skull made quick pursuit, bouncing only feet behind him.

“Carroll, Carroll, CARROLL!” it screeched, gaining on him. John turned for a second to measure the distance between him and the menacing skull. As soon as he turned back to see where he was going, he suddenly saw that he was approaching the end of a cliff, and fast. He quickly turned his head to see which way would be better to run to. He found cliffs to both of his sides. He turned back to the cliff in front of him. The only way to get away was to jump it. “Who knows? I might even be able to make it.” He said to himself.

He sped up and readied himself for the leap. As he reached the edge of the cliff, he planted a foot, and pushed off. Wind whistled in his ears as he left solid ground.

The other side of the chasm was in sight. John stretched his arms as he neared. He watched the ground come closer, bracing himself for the impact. Suddenly the world shifted. As he reached the end of the arc, he found he couldn’t make it to the other side. His face fell downward as he began to plummet. The hair on his head whipped around as he reached terminal velocity, watching the ground come closer and closer. He forgot about the pursuing skull, and now focused on his death-drop. The ground sped close, and John whispered a small prayer, closing his eyes, and waiting for impact. He hit bottom and everything stopped.

John gasped as he awoke with a start. The dream had been very vivid, and he felt like making sure all his appendages were still attached. He glanced over at the clock. It read 2:56 AM. His eyes moved over to the pill bottle sitting on the table. Realizing his mistake, he cursed himself for forgetting his medicine. He reached over, opened the bottle and popped the pill into his mouth. He had trouble swallowing the pill dry, but it was his only choice as he ruled out taking it with the Vodka. He sighed again after choking it down. Oddly, he felt better. Maybe he just felt reassured in the promise of the medicine. He shifted back into bed and laid his head on his pillow. Then, Slowly, he drifted back to sleep.

Untitled Story

2007-02-25T20:58:49Z

The electronic blip of the heart monitor rang in the operating room.

“Sutchers.” The surgeon asked as held out his hand over the clean white Gurnee towards the nurse. Inches below, the patient, in for minor brain surgery, stared off in the distance in a semi-coherent gaze. The nurse handed them over quickly.

“This should be it,” the surgeon said as he completed the surgery. “Let’s finish, then close him up.”

Carefully, the surgeon began to close the cut in the man’s brain as the patient stared blankly at the ceiling. His rhythmic breathing had become background noise amongst the beeps and whirs of the medical machines. The nurse looked nervously at the patient. Something was wrong. Something in his eyes caught her attention. She learned closer to inspect the hazel eyes.

“What’s up?” the surgeon asked when he saw her lean closer. Then nurse took a deep breath She could have sworn she saw his eyes move.

“It’s nothing,” she replied “ I thought I saw…” The nurse was cut off by a blood curdling scream erupting from the man on the Gurnee.

“What the Hell!?” The surgeon said, surprised. “ Did he come out of it?” He stammered at the nurse. The nurse was too distraught to answer. All she could think about was the constant scream emanating from the patient.

“I need Sedation, NOW!” screamed the surgeon. The nurse suddenly snapped to her senses, and ran to the anesthesia cabinet. She fumbled with the latch and finally got it open. Finding what she needed, she hurried to administer it. She stuck the I.V. in and almost immediately the patient calmed down.

The surgeon and nurse watched as they watched the patient sink back into unconsciousness. They both took a deep breath as the chaos ended.

“Lets finish, then find out what happened.” Said the surgeon. The nurse nodded in agreement.

He moved in again on the open head of the patient. He moved his scalpel closer to the tissues. Before the surgeon could start again, a small gurgle sounded from the patient. The surgeon turned his head inquisitively towards the patient’s mouth. It was nothing, he told himself. They had pumped him with enough sedates to put down a small elephant. He could be coming out of it. He turned back to the task at hand.

The surgeon leaped as the patient abruptly sat up. Another scream came soaring though the room, along with the gurgling sound of blood filling the lungs. The man on the gurney ripped out the I.V.’s in a frenzy, sending blood and brain matter around the room. The figure stood, and turned towards the surgeon. It moaned and coughed blood as it shambled forward; it’s bloody hands reaching for the surgeon’s neck. The surgeon backed into a corner, trying to find a way to retreat from the monster. Slowly, the bloody hands encircled the surgeon’s throat and began to contract. Furiously, the surgeon beat at his former patient. He felt his air supply suddenly die down. Spots of blackness began to blur his vision. He clawed at his murderer’s face, but all his efforts seemed futile. His windpipe caved in under the pressure of the muscular hands. The surgeon weakly stretched his arms out towards the killer, but they didn’t seem reach now. The room was spinning and out of focus. Slowly, the blackness of death crept over his eyes.

Dr. John R. Carrol awoke with a start. The breathed heavily and wiped off the cold sweat from his brow. He was in trouble. Now he knew that for a fact.

hey..

2007-01-29T01:23:16Z

Hey! So, aside form drama, life is good. got new florrs in the ohuse, new furniture in the family room, got good grades and awesome friends! so yea. thought id poost that.
-MJ

Sieg Heil!

2006-11-27T22:13:06Z

So everybody got into the muscial. Just not me or my brother. Everybody But the Jews.

Fucking Nazis!

Disturbed

2006-11-21T23:44:16Z

*GOING TO DISTURBED MUTHA FUCKAS!

*still need to get tickets.

Steve, This is For you!

2006-11-21T03:11:58Z

And so, i am sitting at my computer pondering the thought that most of us are pondering now. Did I apply clean underwear to myself this morning? If so, why can't i remember if i did and how i applied it?

Ow, I just bit me knuckle!

2006-10-17T00:34:55Z

So world, How's life? Battle of the Bands is Coming up... If none of you have heard.... Will RE post detail after this.

So. For some really weird reason, im really into Hardcore Christian rock. It's really kinda scary. Hopefully i wont go overboard. Pray for me.

So, no GF yet. But not Bitching. "opporotunity hangs in the air". BS.

anyways, not here to bitch. if anyone doesn't know my Bday was Wed. so im 17, and legal for Rated R movies.

on another note, Republicans piss me off.

so yea random.
-MJ