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Name: Josh Arvin
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Los Angeles
Birthday: 3/22/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Music, paintball, BMX. Read my biography.
Expertise: I'm practically a master at coffee. I'm a certified Barista. Starbucks owns you.
Anything that has to do with computers. Maya, 3D Max, Photoshop, HTML somewhat, Flash MX somewhat, Quarks Xpress. The list goes on.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
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AIM:  xBoredWithWordsx
Member Since:
6/4/2005
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| Damn it, I am fucking bored. I'm sitting here in my cousin's house in Palm Springs behind the computer and it's lame. But then again, being bored is totally my fault. I can easily just get up with my bro and go somewhere but no, I'm lazy. So I'm going to bitch and be an asshole. Don't get me wrong, this is fun and all but I just have a habbit of bitching about everything I happen to not like. But damn, this place is hella' OG.. and hot. Oh well, I'm going to go get some Starbucks but not before telling you all about my out of body experience.
Damn it, forget it. I'm too lazy to type. Next time. | | |
| My public school theory, for everytime you come here, see how long this
post is, don't read it and close the window, you make one more person
in the world masterbate one more time. And when that person
masterbates, he kills a kitty. So in essence, you just killed a
kitty. Way to go, Hitler. What next, you're going to go
kill of some race of albino black sheep? Fucking asshole.
So yea, I graduate tomorrow. I've been tired all week studying
for finals but it is finally over. All my hard work, my
contributions to helping me get into college, all that jazz, it's all
over. And what do I have to say to those following me? Just
this: you guys are fucking idiots.
School was a waste of time. It taught me nothing about the real
world, nothing at all. I sat in a chair every weekday with the
exception of summer and holidays for 4 years, wrote countless essays,
solved countless problems, and raised my hand countless times to
provide the solution to countless questions with countless meaningless
answers. Now I'm sitting here, thinking back on it all and I
realize that with the exception of AP Computer Science, I've learned
nothing, nothing at all (with the exception of journalism). I
learned HTML on my own at home. I learned how to use Photoshop on
my own at home. I learned how to program on my own at home.
I learned all this on my own. ON MY OWN. I never had a
teacher show me anything. I don't remember having my teachers
come to me and ask how my website was going. I don't remember any
of that mainly because it didn't happen. Why? Because high
school doesn't teach you anything about real life experiences or get
you ready for the work force. I learned how to make coffee AFTER
i got hired to work at Starbucks. I don't remember making any
coffees or frappaccinos in foods in 7th grade.
Do you know what high school really was? It was a day care.
It was somewhere students would go from peak working hours so they'd be
off the streets and out of their homes. They'd be somewhere where
parents would have a constant check on them, similar to a prison.
We'd go there and jackoff for 6 hours a day for 4 years untill we were
old enough to move on and go to where we'd actually learn something:
college. The first 2 years of college are a re-cap of high
school. All that bullshit we learned, we learn it AGAIN for 2
years. The difference this time is that we pay for it. Now
it really means something.
So why were we in school for the past 4 years learning english and math
and physics when we were going to learn it anyway in college?
Because they needed to put us somewhere where they'd have constant tabs
on us. We were meant to mature in high school; we were to go
through 4 years of bullshit so when we came out, they could filter out
the weak and move on with the cream of the crop. The crap of the
cream would be dumped in the real world and left to rot.
So now I'm going to have to go to college and this time I really have
to make something of myself. Well, I have something to say to all
those bastards who made me go to high school: fuck you. You think
people don't think for themselves every once in a while? Do you
know how easy it was for me to figure this shit out? I had it set
up in my head in my sophmore year but I never said anything because no
one listens to pre-legal adults. Fuck that, I'm legal now so
listen up.
You wasted my time, you made me go through hell, you put me through a
field of shit and made me walk through in my bare hands and feet all
for what? For a piece of paper that says I'm done with your
garbage? Well then here, I have a piece of paper too. It
says "fuck you for wasting my time, bastards." Cock suckers think
they have everyone dumbed out, don't they? You think we're all
puppets? Hell no, I actually think for myself every now and then.
With that said, I'm done with high school. You pompous pricks
left behind to rot, you guys finish your time. When you make
parole, you'll be in the same shoes I'm in. Confused and
wondering what the fuck you're going to do next. Next time you
see your teachers, ask them why they never taught you how to register
for classes in college. When they say it isn't their job, you say
"tell me because I'm going to be in your shoes one day. You're
supposed to be paving my future but all you're doing is readying a
cement mixer full of shit stew and expecting me turn it into a yellow
brick road. I want answers for the questions you don't answer;
the questions you're specifically told to avoid because people are
always afraid that someone will eventually be better then them.
It was your choice to be a teacher, not mine. If you're
miserable, that's one thing but don't expect me to lay in fate's hands
just as you did. Now give me my answers or I'll defect."
See what your teachers say to that kids, and then you'll know why I'm
so angry at the public school system, or the school system in general.
To those left in the dust I say farewell to you, or more like bon
voyage mother fucker. To those in front of me I say "make room
because the shit is finally in town." And to those who are neck
and neck with me I say "get the fuck out of my way, I'm going to make
more money then you one way or another." Thank you public school
for teaching me one thing: it is always a good thing to be better than
someone else because that someone else may just be the person wiping
your ass with your toilet paper roll made of dollar bills.
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| I don't feel good. I think I ate something but yea, it sucks. I feel woozy so this may be kind of a wierd entry.
Last night was pretty shibby. Layton was talking to me around
midnight and we decided we wanted to do something. So we went and
got some beers, a pack of Black and Milds, Sin City (bootleg from
downtown LA, he got it as a gift apparantly), and watched Sin
City. It was a freakin' good movie, if I must say so again.
Second time watching it and it was still good. We played a
drinking game where everytime someone shot a gun, we were going to take
a shot of beer. Yea, it sucked when we got to the machine gun
scenes.
Anyway, around 2:30 AM we got fucking hungry and I mean it when I say
fucking hungry. Beer on an empty stomach sucks. Since Kevin
didn't drink, he offered to drive us to get food. Two In-N-Outs,
a Wendy's, and a Panda Express later, we finally found a Carls Jr. that
was open. Damn, I must say that was the best burger I've ever
eaten because it damn well hit the spot. Afterwards, we went and
got some drinks from 7-11 and decided to hit the bed because Layton had
to be home before 9:30 the next day. We set up his bed and went
to sleep listening to Guns 'n' Roses. Can you believe Layton has
never heard Don't Cry before?
Now today sucks. I took a shower and now I'm feeling
shitty. I'm bored and have been studying for Econ. all day.
Damn dude, what a burn. Oh well, my final is tomorrow so I'm
going to finish studying and then going to go to sleep.
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| So yea, I finallllllly cut my fucking hair. It took me a year but
I finally cut it. I don't know why but for some reason I was just
sitting there in zero period and said to myself "wow, I want to cut my
hair." And so I did. Damn, it came out awesome. I
love it.
Before:
After:
Damn, I look awesome. Thank Tom DeLonge, the vocalist from Blink
182, for the look. Damn, I'm awesome. Now I'm going to go
kick your ass with my cool hair. Bitches.
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| Well, Richard just came back yesterday and we got to say hey. Man, that guy seriously lost some weight. Made me want to lose weight too. What was his secret? He told us one time but I forgot. Well, onto other things.
Journalism's last delivery was today. I'm seriously going to miss designing pages and delivering papers. I'll miss everything we do in class. Michelle is signing a yearbook right now to my left and Jane is playing some Korean game on some website. She has a Louis Vuitton rainbow purse thats fucking agg, props to Jane. Now I'm like bored out of my mind. I'm trying to kill time because I didn't go to 4th so I could deliver one last time before the year ends. 5 more days untill graduation, sweet!
Now I'm bored. I'm getting all these wierd feelings to go outside and BMX but my bike is at home. Work starts in less then 3 hours so I gotta go do that. Damn I'm bored. My website will be back up soon. Can't wait for that, can you people? Anyway, after two "cool beans" with a shot of "I'll see you later", I'm going to go do something else.
By the way, listen to The Shins, they're awesome. | | |
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