Broken English always makes me smile.
"Relax.take it easy.
For there is nothing that we can do.
There is an answer to the darkest times.
its clear we don t understand.
Don t scream.
There are so many roads left.
Hah."
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Zweitonegoismus/Konflikt/Suka blyat
Ich werde auf Deutsch sprechen in dieses Blog, weil ich niemand mich verstehen will. Und auch, ich sehe mehr weltlich aus wenn ich in ein andere Sprach sprechen. Aber meine Grammatik ist scheisse, aber es ist okay, niemand liest dieser Blog der Deutsch sprechen kann. Und auch, ich will nicht auf Englisch bitchen. Ich mache das zu viel, aber mindestens ist meine Haare nicht entzerrt mit scenefagisch Farben. Ach so (deutsche Schlampen lieben das gottverdamnt Äußerung) , nun fangt meine Bitchfest an. In eine Satz, ich weiss nicht was ich denk, warum denke ich es, warum tu ich was ich tu, und warum ich bin so einfallslos. Meine Gehirn ist ueber Frauen zerstoert. Gottverdammnt Frauen. Ach so, ach so, ach so, das ist leider so. Eine Tag sage ich "Why do bitches love me all of the sudden?", der naechste sage ich "Oh scheisse, niemand liebt mich, niemand liebte mich, und niemand werde mich lieben." Bin ich bipolar oder nur einem Dumarsch? Was ist der Limit zwischen einem fagisch Kind der sozial-heikel ist, und einem Arschloch mit Asperger's? Aber vielleicht ist das nicht relevant. Ich bin nicht sozial heikel (bin ich?), ich habe keine Geisteskrankheit. Aber ohne Ruecksicht verstehe ich mich nicht. Ich hoeffe dass ich dem gottverdammnt AP- Profueng bestehen werde.
"if you drunk again.I will ..will angry ! "
"if you drunk again.I will ..will angry ! "
Friday, March 11, 2011
My choices in Bad Company 2 inspire my choices in Real Life 1.
Well I did play Bad Company 2, just as I said I would, as I am not an oath-breaker like some of my friends. And I made a choice that would change my life. Except not really. It was a simple choice, really. Before 7:00 PM today I had been playing the Recon class. And in my eyes, I've been playing it right. Using the spotting scope and jamming the Q key so that other players could take out tangos without casualties. But I for one was doing bad, with my best K/D around 1.00. Unacceptable for a man of my pride, of course.
But today, in the company of my comrades, I decided to do things differently. I chose the assault class. A pretty good, but seemingly undervalued class. It uses assault rifles and grenade launchers and even boxes, compared to the recon class with a high powered rifle, silly little motion mines, and C4/Mortar strike. And I kicked ass. In short, controlled bursts, I cut the enemy down like a grass cutter cutting down grass. It was empowering. I felt like a woman voting for the first time. Even with no stupid shit like MAGNUM AMMO (If I had a dollar for every douchebag that killed me with magnum ammo, I'd probably have enough money to buy $347 worth of stuff.
The moral of the story, is of course that one should not be afraid of change, unless it involves Obama or Vladimir Putin. Then stay the fuck away from change if you want to be not dead.I thought I was a super cool recon douchebag with a stupid kills-in-two-hits bolt action rifle and a mortar strike designator that I rarely got kills with. It turned out I was wrong. I'm a completely shitty recon player, and switching to assault was a beautiful decision. So don't be afraid of change. Change who you are, and you might even get a positive kill to death ratio, you fucking noob. Learn to play and you can do many a good thing.Not really, but you can help out your team (or at least mankind) and you'll feel good about yourself.
But today, in the company of my comrades, I decided to do things differently. I chose the assault class. A pretty good, but seemingly undervalued class. It uses assault rifles and grenade launchers and even boxes, compared to the recon class with a high powered rifle, silly little motion mines, and C4/Mortar strike. And I kicked ass. In short, controlled bursts, I cut the enemy down like a grass cutter cutting down grass. It was empowering. I felt like a woman voting for the first time. Even with no stupid shit like MAGNUM AMMO (If I had a dollar for every douchebag that killed me with magnum ammo, I'd probably have enough money to buy $347 worth of stuff.
The moral of the story, is of course that one should not be afraid of change, unless it involves Obama or Vladimir Putin. Then stay the fuck away from change if you want to be not dead.I thought I was a super cool recon douchebag with a stupid kills-in-two-hits bolt action rifle and a mortar strike designator that I rarely got kills with. It turned out I was wrong. I'm a completely shitty recon player, and switching to assault was a beautiful decision. So don't be afraid of change. Change who you are, and you might even get a positive kill to death ratio, you fucking noob. Learn to play and you can do many a good thing.Not really, but you can help out your team (or at least mankind) and you'll feel good about yourself.
At least this isn't Deviantart. But I digress, I'm still a hipster douchebag with a blog.
Well fuck to the yeah. I have a background of bismuth, possibly the best heavy metal out there, besides maybe Avenged Sevenfold, and I'm ready to blog like the bastard offspring of Natalie Munroe and Tom Guelly. Shit, saying that might get me sued for libel. I could lose my job. Oh wait, I'm an unemployed parasite to society that pretty much takes my parents money and spends it on stupid shit like World of Warcraft and Ecstasy. But I'm a white self-entitled half-republican so it's okay. I'm gonna start a new paragraph here because bloggers with lots of paragraphs are boss nigguh. Which is a great movie, by the way. Not Black Dynamite, but still pretty good if you like western movies (which are a secret love fetish of mine)
So yeah, I'm making this blog because I'm bored as fuck and I like to bitch and scream at walls. And because I wish I was Josh Brems. However, the difference between Josh and I is that he actually has shit to say, even though he stopped making those cool Mind of Brems videos with jump cuts and ukuleles. Which were rad awesome, bra. Though I'll probably update it sometimes, maybe, in the hopes that writing stuff nobody cares about will eventually make me an internet celebrity/Vladimir Putin. I fucking love Bad Vlad. Props on killing people who criticize you bro. I'm mad jelly.
Oh sup, new paragraph, new topic. I guess I'll write about shit people reading this probably know already. My name rhythms with a river that runs through London. I'm as pale as Snow White, but unfortunately being pale is not hot anymore and I am FOREVER ALONE. I'm also 18, which makes me an adult and I can go out and buy a gun, but I have no job so I can't and my mom would probably yell at me lol. But fuck a duck, I am not old enough to poison myself with alcohol. In addition I am 1.76m tall and skinnier than you, fatty. And I like to spend my time staring at an array of pixels wishing I had something to do. I also have perfect vision, like JC Denton, but I don't wear sunglasses during a night operation, as my vision is not augmented.
And because my life is too boring to have something to write about right now, I'm going to go play Battlefield BC2 and let these bytes of data virtually rot in some server somewhere.
So yeah, I'm making this blog because I'm bored as fuck and I like to bitch and scream at walls. And because I wish I was Josh Brems. However, the difference between Josh and I is that he actually has shit to say, even though he stopped making those cool Mind of Brems videos with jump cuts and ukuleles. Which were rad awesome, bra. Though I'll probably update it sometimes, maybe, in the hopes that writing stuff nobody cares about will eventually make me an internet celebrity/Vladimir Putin. I fucking love Bad Vlad. Props on killing people who criticize you bro. I'm mad jelly.
Oh sup, new paragraph, new topic. I guess I'll write about shit people reading this probably know already. My name rhythms with a river that runs through London. I'm as pale as Snow White, but unfortunately being pale is not hot anymore and I am FOREVER ALONE. I'm also 18, which makes me an adult and I can go out and buy a gun, but I have no job so I can't and my mom would probably yell at me lol. But fuck a duck, I am not old enough to poison myself with alcohol. In addition I am 1.76m tall and skinnier than you, fatty. And I like to spend my time staring at an array of pixels wishing I had something to do. I also have perfect vision, like JC Denton, but I don't wear sunglasses during a night operation, as my vision is not augmented.
And because my life is too boring to have something to write about right now, I'm going to go play Battlefield BC2 and let these bytes of data virtually rot in some server somewhere.
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