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|Wednesday, April 24th, 2013|
|Welcome back Z. It's been ages.
I'm thinking about deleting my facebook forever. This shit has gotten out of hand. Facebook is getting more and more invasive as time goes by, and I'm not okay with that. It's been forcing me to see advertisements by pages I haven't "Liked", people I don't know, and groups I haven't joined. I don't want to see when someone "Likes" a photo. I don't need to have facebook asking me how I'm feeling today. I don't need to be posting shit about my life all the time. I don't need game requests. I don't need game requests.
I don't need game requests.
I DON'T NEED GAME REQUESTS.
I don't need the drama, the "Like" whoring, the emotional abuse, the whining. I don't need unlimited sharing of useless bullshit. I don't like having to be politically correct for two sides of the spectrum. I don't like having to deal with blocking people, people blocking me, ignoring others, taking sides, pushing other people around. It's almost like real life, but people say more awful things because of the mask that is the internet. The buffer that is the web. I don't need people trying to tell me how to act. I don't need the lies. I don't need advertisements trying to tell me how to live my life. I'm going to go make myself a better person.
So far I'm just thinking about it. Eventually I'm sure I will delete it, move to a cabin in the woods, build awesome stuff, and live life how I need to.
|Monday, October 8th, 2012|
Things have started to heat up lately, mostly for the better. I have court on wednesday to take care of some huge fines that I got because I was stupid. But after that is done, I will start working on getting my CDL and trucking with my dad! I miss my dad so much. I miss the years that we never really had. But I aim to make up for that. We will be on the road together for quite a while. I think it will be great.
Anyway, short post.
Zhunter, signing off.
|Sunday, September 30th, 2012|
I hate this new idea of camping that society has manufactured. There is cellular signal, tap water, power outlets, and some fuckstick has satellite television set up. What the fuck. When you go camping, you are supposed to leave your house at home.
Also, family keeps bickering. Non fucking stop. I want to take the easy way out and not talk to any of them ever again. I get closer and closer to that every time I see them and have to hear their bullshit. I want out. I just want to leave and never come back. I cannot think straight. Good night. Current Mood: fuck
|Thursday, March 10th, 2011|
|Shit bricks and piss cocaine.
Lately it seems like it has been deemed, "Get the fuck on Zee's nerves until he flips the fuck out on you." week. I mean, What the fucking fuck? People can't say "Excuse me" anymore? Refusing to use some fucking courtesy? Bitch please. You just stood there, "Get the fuck out of my way." And I just sat there and stared you in the eyes, fantasizing my hands wrapped around your throat, wringing the life out of your body. Blood drips out of your tear ducts, for you have no more tears. Wench.
In other news, Car's fixed. Mostly. The head gasket is annoying as all hell to replace. Though I do have a better understanding of it now, it took WAY too long to do it both the first time and the second. Been drawing up plans and shit for it, so keep an eye out for that to be posted to my facebook.
Speaking of which, my facebook is located under the search of Gary Lynn Otterson II.
Not much time at the moment, so I'll cut this bitch short.
Carrots. Current Mood: bitchy
|Friday, June 11th, 2010|
My car... she is no more.
I've had tranny troubles with this bitch ever since I started driving it. I've had to replace the alternator, the brakes, lights inside, tighten shit in the engine, and kick start the fucker. I'm so tired of being too poor to afford a new car. But I don't WANT a new car. I want an older car. Something with manual windows, and smells a little weird, but once you get used to it, it is home for you. If I knew what the hell was wrong with my car, I'd fix the thing up good. I'd make that thing run forever.
Side note: I fucking HATE not knowing what the hell is going on. Though my deductive reasoning is getting better because of it. I've had to guess what's going on with too many things in my life lately. I'm so out of the loop I can't even see anything resembling a loop. I'm not even adjacent to the loop. WHAT THE FUCK IS THE LOOP?!
I need a job, or something better than unemployment, so I can fix my car and/or buy a new one.
Damn. I need a vacation.
|Wednesday, January 27th, 2010|
|Some people need to get off the fucking internet.
Let us talk about this little douche sucking intestinal parasite Lindsey Thompson. She's a complete whore. She's just turned 17, but has been sleeping with, fucking, and accepting alcohol and drugs from a probably now 22 year old damned ass hair named Andrew Newman. Both of these fucking retarded mouth breathers live in Utah. This little cock brained bitch needs to realize that her little bitch games can't last forever, and that her heart will fucking petrify and there will be nothing left for her to destroy.
That being said, I fucking love bacon so gorramn much.
|Friday, January 15th, 2010|
|I'm Back. Bitches.
What has two thumbs and fucks a lot of goats? Not me, but I'm out of the army and in Utah. Fuck yes.
|Saturday, December 26th, 2009|
|The time has come.
My laptop's hard drive has been maxed out. I need to clean this fucker out and sell it. That, and I need an actual desktop. This POS isn't cutting it anymore. I don't know enough about my Operating System to be able to brogram things into it... And I need something more powerful, and more importantly, more upgradable.
I also need a bigger Hard drive for my PS3, which is also full of shit.
Christmas went... Well. It just went. I spent it in my room because anyone that would have given me a ride to somewhere I could have company, left.
I haven't heard much about getting out of the army. I do know that I only have a little more I have to do before I'm totally out of it. I can't wait! This has been killing me for two years.
In other news, I'm going to lunch. PEACE OUT
|Friday, November 20th, 2009|
|I have escaped...
My Space... Is no more. I deleted it yesterday. I feel so much better about myself! It is truly a liberating act. I urge more people to do it!
In other news, there's been little word on when I'm getting out of the army. What's worse is there's been almost no work on my packet to get out. FML.
|Saturday, October 31st, 2009|
|The friendly holiday spirit.
This is just a little something I'd like to say that I hope will make you realise, how I truly feel at this very moment. There's something about this holiday that just, oh I dunno, It brings out the best in me. you'd better be ready, because this will probably hurt! hahaha
Fuck Halloween. Yeah, Fuck it. I'm tired of it. I'm fucked up every day of the year, why do I need an excuse? Halloween screws everything up. "Not Halloween yet!" Fuck You. This is the day where fucking EVERY GORRAMN TEEN dresses up as Heath Ledger, Or Michael Jackson, or this year it's probably going to be fucking Bella and Edward.
Fuck Trick-or-treaters. Fuck the stingy fuckers that pass out tiny candy. Fuck the half assed costumes. Fuck the sorry cunts that beat little kids up for their candy. Fuck all the criticism I receive from people when I dress up for Halloween 5 months early. Fuck the people that waste their time and money on this one fucking fuck fuck of a day, just to have everything be thrown away right after. Fuck the cheap costumes that fall apart after you wear them for more than ten minutes at a time. Fuck the cold weather that you're dragged into because the little brother you care about a lot, (which is the only reason why you do it) wants to go out with a pillowcase. Fuck the people that turn off their lights as you're walking up to their door. Fuck the cavities you get from eating candy. Fuck the time you spent sorting out the "bad ones" from the good shit. Fuck the people that like to taint and generally fuck with candy prior to sending it out into the general population. fuck the semi-paranoia that the media causes by making it public. Fuck the people that just want candy, and when they get it, they walk off like nothing ever happened. Fuck the loss of tradition, that you could actually substitute a short trick or show instead of a sweet. Fuck waiting by the door with a fucking grin stapled to your face so caring parents and big brothers and big sisters with their eager little ones can come get some fucking candy without actually being scared, because the scowl on your face would turn everything everywhere to stone. Fuck the stupid ass inflatable yard decorations that nobody likes, but people put them up anyway, because they think everyone likes them. Fuck having scary shit only around this time of year. Fuck the stupid website changes to match "the fucking season" that is Halloween. Fuck the fucking gorramn Mass Text Messages people send out to every single mother fucking, mother fucker on their contact list at once. Fuck not being able to get black lights, strobes, or fog machines for cheap at any other time of the year. Fuck all the hype. I'm tired of the vibe, fuck the vibe. I'm tired of the day altogether, fuck the day, altogether. Fuck me. I need a drink...
This is Zhunter, signing off.
|Friday, October 9th, 2009|
I'm starting to write my book again. After my laptop making like a 12 year old drag racer and crashing, I am backing my ass up this time. It's coming along pretty slowly, but I occasionally have random bursts of progress where I can't keep up with my mind. It's frustrating indeed. I was pretty far last time, and I don't want to lose my work again. I've got outlines of the prologue and chapter one and about half of chapter two. I'm actually impressed with the plot I've come up with, it's going to need to be a pretty long book. Current Mood: contemplative
|Tuesday, August 18th, 2009|
|You know when someone pisses you off...
SOOOOO God Damned much, that you want- no, you need to slap them in the face for being such an incredible douchface?
Have you ever been so repulsed by someone's actions and behaviour that you must fix their attitude for the Greater Good?
do ppl tht talk liek this freek u out n mak u wan 2 mrdr thm?
I recently had a HUGE argument over gun control laws, (don't ask, I don't want another) and it devolved into her saying I was going to shoot her. But all this time she's using that fucking text speech. What. The. Hell. I find it an insult to not put effort into your conversations. It's disgusting how little people care about their literary skills. I mean, I tried to tell her that it's harder for me to read text speech. She told me not to correct her. Please, PLEASE invent the Punch-Through-Internet device soon...
|Wednesday, August 5th, 2009|
Things... Are happening. DUR.
So Yeah, I'm getting out of the army most likely this year. Got some more paper work done, got a stage one physical done. All I need to do is wait it out. I don't yet know a date when I will be discharged, but I do believe it will be this year. I'm not getting deployed or anything. I'm quite relieved to be getting out.
My car has developed very minor problems. The radio plays what IT wants, the timing belt was a bit worn, the A/C fan is a bit noisy, and I did replace the front brakes though. I'm hoping it'll handle being driven down to Texas so I can transport all my belongings to Utah. That car is a sweet little thing.
I have a couple places that I'm considering staying when I do move. I'm 70% sure I'm going to move in with my sister.
I don't yet have a job lined up for around where my sister lives yet, But I'm sure I'll find something with her help. I hope I can get a good job. I would love to do a nice cooking job, or maybe some warehousing work.
I also need a financial advisor... I have noticed that I spend WAY too much. Without stopping to think about what I need. It really sucks.
I guess that'll be it for now.
|Friday, July 17th, 2009|
I guess I should try updating this thing.
So I've just finished emailing my commander about me needing to be discharged from the army. I just can't be in anymore. *sigh*
This week has been nothing but bad news. I got into a verbal fight with someone dear to me, I Made a couple horrible decisions, and I got wind of deployment in about 120 days.
I'm beginning to hate things...
~end of line~
|Monday, June 1st, 2009|
|What... The... Fuck?
Twilight, fucking won?! What the fuck is wrong with the world? How could such a retarded waste of cinema earn something like that? Fucking lame. Ironman was nominated, other GOOD movies were. But no. The faggy Sparkle-pires won in the end. Hope you fangirls are happy.
|Sunday, May 17th, 2009|
As you may or may not know, I have enlisted in the US Army. I am stationed in Fort Bliss Texas, and my life is pretty much a living hell. I don't like the army as much as the army would like me to. I enlisted thinking that I would feel right in the military, not fully realizing that in the MOS I have chosen, that I would someday need to look a fellow man in the eyes, and kill him. Or her if the need be. Now, I am not saying I am some soft handed pussy. I'm saying, I'm against the act of murdering another human for the gain of another human. I will not do it. I will not take the life away from a man on the battlefield. I just won't do it.
Sure there are good things about the Army. For instance, Free healthcare, free food, no utility bills, free housing, steady income, and exercise program. That may seem great when you stand back and look at just that. But when you get down to the dirty details... The little tiny tiny things that go wrong EVERY second of EVERY day, I begin to wonder, "Was this the right decision for me? Did I make a mistake joining?" Long story short, yes. I made a mistake. Every little thing has to be perfect here. Uniform, boots, hair, fingernails, and even something like (and I kid you not) the color of your urine. Lets say for instance, you drank a certain amount of water over the course of the day. But you have a urinalysis test that day. Now lets say the amount of your water intake only made your urine X amount of clarity. If it's not clear enough, you get worked. By worked, you do stupid exercises until you're too weak to move. Then, you're required to drink water. Sometimes you vomit from the intensity of the exercise, sometimes you don't. After that, you would probably have to tie a cord from your belt to a water jug for a week. Then you have to do other things with that on that you would normally have no trouble doing without it. when you have trouble doing the activity, you get bitched at, told to do pushups, and other stupid shit. (by the way, the word "Push." has driven me to hit someone. I hate that word now) So you see... One little fuck up turns your whole world to shit.
That being said... I got word of deployment. It's going around that I'm going to get deployed to Iraq damn near on my birthday. Some time around Halloween and my birthday, which is a week after. Thanks uncle sam. You really made my
something to be proud of
a living hell.
~Gary Current Mood: aggravated
|Thursday, April 23rd, 2009|
|Wednesday, April 1st, 2009|
I don't know what to do anymore. About anything. Life right now is just fucking PEACHY.
At least I got my car and my firearm all taken care of though. I bought a Bose Companion 5 system for my room. It goes boom so I'm happy there. Phone keeps doing that God forsaken "I'm going to reset whenever the fuck I want. Expecially when you're in the middle of text messaging something important to someone REALLY important, just to fuck with your mind. Have a nice day!" thing. Laptop still locks up at random times about a week apart from each time. I'm beginning to think electronics don't like me. Oh well... I'm in a very odd mood so this is the most of an update this LJ is gonna get at the moment.
|Sunday, March 8th, 2009|
|Looking for a little help!
I've got an audio mixer and some time on my hands, but I have no idea how to work this thing. Does anyone out there have any experience with Audacity? I downloaded it and it keeps giving me a window that says, "Error while opening sound device. Please check the output device settings and the project sample rate." when I try to play something.
Any help is appreciated.
|Wednesday, February 25th, 2009|