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Jul. 29th, 2006 @ 03:33 pm
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Have you ever thought about the word "ignorance"? Like, really thought about it? Like, how close it is to the verb, "ignore". Ignorance is not something that happens to you, it is a choice. Ignorance is the act of ignoring what is around you. There is no excuse for it. To shield yourself from the world is the worst thing you can do. I've got a little quote I try to live by; "For the living and the dead, we must bear witness." It was said by Elie Wiesel. I'm sure you had to read his book and high school. You probably try hated having to think about something so terrible too. Tried to ignore it, tried to put it out of your mind. Well, I don't, I think about it. I seek out the things people try to forget.
Today is April 25th, 2006. The simple fact that I'm aware of the date should imply that today has a rather special meaning to me. Twenty years ago today, at 1:23 am, Chernobyl powerplant reactor number 4 in Pripyat, Ukraine suffered a massive steam explosion, resulting in fire, and a nuclear meltdown. The explosion was so strong that it threw the 1000ton (200,000lbs) slab of concrete forming the Upper Biological Sheild spinning into the air like a quarter. A cloud of radioactive dust and gas circled the globe. The effects were felt everywhere. The radiation could be detected anywhere on the globe.
I want you to know about what happened. At the very least, learn a little. This wasn't some little explosion, this was big. Wikipedia has a good article, as always, and this SomethingAful thread is filled with excellent pictures and information. Please, go learn something. Bear witness, don't just ignore it. It's right in front of you, all you have to do is read a little.
It has been twenty years since the accident, but the effects have not diminished at all. Pripyat is still uninhabitable, and it will probably be at least a millenium before it can be resettled. The world doesn't talk about it, but everyone in the region will tell you if you're born in Belarus, you'll probably die there of cancer. No statistics can accurately show the damage that has been done. There are no before figures. Nobody kept track of the average number of limbs on farm animals before hand. These are not things the can be measured easily.
Pictures do the job better than numbers ever could. Vehicles too radioactive to ever use again, an entire town that once held 50,000 people abandoned to this day because the very ground it stands on holds enough radiation to kill anyone who settles there. An entire powerplant in shambles. And worst of all, the effects on the people.
I'm not some anti nuclear power activist, I'm not Spike Lee, there's no underlying message. All I want is for people to think. I jsut want people to be aware. I'm just trying to pound this into your head, so you can't ignore it. So weeks from now, you think about what you've seen here. So twenty years from now, you'll remember. It may have been twenty years ago, but people are still dying. Sheep as far away as England are routinely culled when the Geiger counter reads too high, fish can't be eaten, rivers can't be swan in, ground can't be farmed. The very planet we live on has been poisened. I'm not telling you what to think, I'm just telling you to think.
"Indifference, to me, is the epitome of evil."
-JVT |
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Mar. 28th, 2006 @ 02:47 am
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Well, it's been a while since I've put anything other than emo'ness or non sequitors on this thing, so hows about an update from the land of Joel.
Things have been rather strange lately. I had a very wierd weekend, in which I went to my friend Devins house, stayed up late playing games, and got molested in my sleep by his many dogs. I didn't get much sleep.
Today started out nicely, though I don't remember why. I just remember going to bed and waking up in a fine mood. Then I got a package containing a paintball gun I've finally managed to buy after lusting after it for over a year. Then, I made someone I rather care about cry. Granted, my insenstive comment was just the spark to set of the bomb, but that event had rather the same instigating effect on me, and my mind hasn't stopped going since. Now I'm stuck with one of those emotions they don't really have a name for...unless beffuddlconfuckingfusedshit is a word, and I rather doubt it is. Not even cars have distracted me.
As for all that emo shit the was bugging me, I've settled nicely into the acceptance part of the program, so I'm well and good. Plus, I've still got a super awesome friend. Given my history for fucking up friendships, I'd wager I've gotten the best possible outcome.
Well, I can't really think of much else to say, so, I'm going to go sleep now.
-JVT
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Mar. 23rd, 2006 @ 12:12 am
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Feb. 17th, 2006 @ 06:28 am
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Where the fuck is my roommate? |
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Feb. 17th, 2006 @ 05:27 am
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It;s 5:30 in the A fucking M, and I am all alone, and very, very awake. My roommate is most likely at a party, pining of some unattainable girl (thankfully, I am far to out of my mind to even remember that I leanred that the girl I like likes somebody else....FUCK!).
Anyway, it's like, late/early, and, I had a lot of sugar, and then i crashed, and now I'm totally running on pure hatred of the goddamn russian workbook. I'm on break...
I've spent the last 30 minutes sending messages on nationstates to Evan and Dev about bears. See, theres like, bears all up in my shit in my country, and I'm totally cool with it, cause bears rock. Like, they're so chill about everything. They basically walk around and eat all fucking day. They get all up in your shit, and you're like, "dude, bear, back the fuck off, hoss.", and he's all, "pfft, I'm a fucking bear you tit, what are you gonna do, hit me?" ANd I mean, what can you say to that, it's a fucking bear, dude. And don't even bother talking to him if hes after your donuts. Bitches loooove donuts. Just give them to him,and haul ass, man, cause that bears gonna want more, and he might just figures you's hoarding some boston cremes, and man, there'll be hell to pay if he's right. He will fuck a bitch up for some boston cremes...
I hate how when it gets really late, I get maaaad paranoid. Like, I've nearly shot like, four people. I here a noise outside, and I like, bust my door open wiht nerf gunh in hard, only to scare the balls off some random drunk guy. I suppose it's worth saying, I am totally not drunk//high. It's jsut late, and I'm waaay too alone.
Man, bears are totally sweet.... |
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Dec. 12th, 2005 @ 03:11 am
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After a cup of tea and a phone call with Tina, I'm pretty much ready for finals. I'm off to bed in a minute.
I should be heading home on friday. I should see everyone then.
-JVT |
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THERE IS FUCKING SALT IN MY HAIR! WHY THE HELL IS THERE MOTHERFUCKING SALT IN MY HAIR!? WHO THE SHIT PUTS SALT IN PEOPLE'S HAIR FOR FUN?! EVIL-GENIUS-SHITFUCKING-ORPHAN-KILLER-SLUT-FACED-COCK-SHEATHS, THATS FUCKING WHO!
Mark my words, you blazing-shittledick, I'll have my revenge...NOBODY SHIT'S UP MY HAIR BUT ME!
-JVT
Now to figure out who done it....Current Mood: Motherfuckingsaltinhairsoangry Current Music: Flaming RageFuck - Rammstein \w/ |
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Dec. 9th, 2005 @ 02:36 pm
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So yeah, after a long orgy with many anonymous partners, I think I've got syphylis. I think it was all that gay sex. One girl OD'ed on some manner of the drugs, and I'm pretty sure she died. But like I always say, it's not a good orgy unless someone dies.
I've decided to stop going to class, because college is lame. But I'm going to stay in college, cause I like it here.
I;ve been making lots of money smuggling illegal immigrants across the border. I'm plannin on opening a strip joint with all the cash I've got.
Dad, you cock-monkey, get the hell out of my journal. Mine, goddamnit, not your's. Stay out, or I won't buy you anything for christmas;)
-JVT |
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Oct. 30th, 2005 @ 05:00 am
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It's five in the morning. I've been up for a very long time playing Soul Calibur III (Which fucking rocks, by the by). I was up till about 1:30 drinking with Evan and his crazy father last night, and till 4:30 writing a paper thursday night (I then attended an 8:00 class to pass in said paper, came back to the dorm, and slept until 5:00). I think I will go to bed soon...Maybe I'll try to go to bed at like, 6:00 tomorrow.
-JVTCurrent Music: None, it's five o' fucking clock! |
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Oct. 6th, 2005 @ 11:34 pm
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I'm coming home tomorrow, expect my sometime around 5:00. Prepare Brunswick for my wrath. Mark my words, I am going to pee on something that should no by peed upon!
I'll be there till Monday too, so prepare to see me all weekend.
Now, let's see if I've anything to report...
Well, I've been talking funny. Mumbling, much like what-his-face from Fear and Loathing. However, this started nearly a week after I saw it...I'm not one to complain too much, as I tend to say some mightily witty things while mumbling.
We've named one wing of Scott "Bat Country". You must be wary while traveling through there, and keep watch of your surroundings...The residents don't know what the fuck, but when the bats get all up in their hair instead of ours, they're know who's right!
Oh fuck, Eddie and I have been having way too much fun in The Boss. Lets see, we've..Almost rolled it, hit a few tree's a building, gotten high centered on a stump for like, 2.5 hours (It was dark), parked illegally, acquired friends (animate and non), and more. Needless to say, I've been driving for some of this....But I'm not allowed to drive anymore....I shall regale you all with stories this weekend, and then type them up here for the masses to read, but for now, have a picture.
Yeah, my roommate commented that I act almost assexual, and don't express much interest in girls. I very nearly whipped out my dong and hit him with it...
-JVT |
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Sep. 25th, 2005 @ 09:54 pm
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STOP THE MOTHERFUCKING PRESSES!!!
KOMPRESSOR HAS A LJ. REPEAT. KOMPRESSOR. HAS. A. MOTHERFUCKING...LIVEJOURNAL
!!!!
I JUST SHAT MYSELF.
TWICE.
-JVT |
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Sep. 25th, 2005 @ 09:35 pm
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Trish asked how I'm doing, so this is for you, Trish.
I'm currently working on a five page paper. I started my 168 page book that I'm writing it on at like, 2:00. The book is about a Zulu king named Shaka, who started out nice and became corrupted by a sorcerer, and ended up killing mertric fucktons of people. God, what a fucking downer. The ending is no relief, cause you relise the fucker killed his wife, all of his children, mother, father, brothers, only to fnally be killed by his 3 younger brothers....at once. Goddamnit, couldn't he have become kin, and then dictated that his people shall all grow puppies?! Fucking Zulu's, fighting shit all the time....
I've been leeching massing amount of files lately, the current count is 11.8 gigs, in less than a week. Somebody arrest me please. If bittorrent were a person, I would have sex with it (But not the inventor of BT, he looks like a child molestor [http://www.bittorrent.com/donate.html]).
I currently listening to The Servent, which is pretty sweet, I'm actually kinda digging the slight nasally britishness. I've got a shit-ton of Muse DL'ing now, which should satisfy me in ways I've never been satisfied before (God I love Muse).
I may whine at you cause I haven't made any super-best-friends, cause I haven't found any girls, cause I'm not invited to parties, but seeing as I'm barely a month into my freshman year, I have a feeling things will get better.
I should probably get back to work. I've got a 4 page essay to write tomorrow, so lots to looks forward to. I'd really appreciate it if some people would call. Only Tina calls, and calls from her are like a godsend. I'm usually up till at least 12:00, later on MWF, so by all means, call away next time you're bored. 778-7983.
-JVT |
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Sep. 24th, 2005 @ 09:00 pm
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FIVE AND THREE ARE EQUAL TO EIGHT,
ADDING UP NUMBERS MAKES YOU FEEL GREAT!
TWELVE PLUS NINE IS TWENTY ONE,
ADDING UP NUMBERS IS VERY FUN!
SEVEN PLUS EIGHT, EQUAL FIFTEEN,
ADDING UP NUMBERS IS VERY UPLIFTING!!!
http://www.kompressormusic.com/audio.html
-JVT |
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My ( backround ) is like, 80 million times better than yours can ever hope to be...
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Hokay, since I've not updated in like...ever, I think I'll throw down.
College, Bah! I've not made many friends. I used up all my good friend karma at home, cant' find anyone sutibly awesome here (cept Ed). Pardon my sappiness, but on the way home, Ed was like, "Dude, you're so lucky to have such awesome friends. It's so cool that you found awesome people who fit you so well...Wish I had friends like the in Mexico." Yeah, needless to say, it's hard to find people here who think I'm awesome like you all did. In fact, I acquired a nemesis in like, my first week. Ok kids, ( Story time: )
So yeah, I'm chilling in the dorm. I'll probably be up late, maybe playing some EXTREME SOLITAIRE, or watching drifting videos, or just plain old fashioned masturbating. Oh yeah, did I mention I've met not one girl I'm interested in, or even attacted to? I've seen some real hot ones, but I'll be damned if I've spoken to any of them. I shit you not, it was better in Brunswick...
So...call me sometime...778-7983. |
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Jul. 24th, 2005 @ 02:15 pm
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Woo, I just quit. No more 6 day weeks for me.
-JVT
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Jul. 22nd, 2005 @ 09:14 pm
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This is a story about mooning. If you're comfortable with that, then I'm sure you'll be amused.
On the way to Subway for lunch, I had to ride in the truck. I'd finished my lunch, and some of everyone else's by the time we hit Pleasant Street, and was getting kind cramped, so I popped out around Poncho Villa's and walked the rest of the way. Man, that guy in the RV behind us just didn't know what the fuck...
After lunch, we were driving down Pleasant Dtreet towards Maine street. Now, just around the Econo Lodge, we ended up behind a white Nissan Maxima with Cali plates traveling a bit slower than us (We needed to ge back to work fast after a long lunch.) Left turn signal, switch lanes..but wait, Mr. Maxima has the same idea. Ok, back to the right lane we go. What the...Make up you mind, white car. Ok, let's give them a minute to get settle...NOW!-Back to the left lane real quick-like...FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING CUM DRENCHED BITCHCAKE, WE'RE TRYING TO PASS AND YOU KEEP GETTING ALL UP IN OUR LANE!
Ok, this is ridonkulous, lets just chill behind these fuckers, maybe rearend them at the stoplight. Hmmm, they seem to have lost interest...."Kyle, pass them, I'm gonna moon those bitches!!" This may be tricky, Andrew and John are in the back with me, but I think I can pull it off. They seem to have speeded up a bit...oh balls, traffic. Well fuck, here's the stop light, and it's just gone red.
Ok, scan the area: We're in the right lane, one car between us and them, we're right next to Dunkin Donuts, just two pedestrians nearby, I'm on the right side...The light just turned red...My pants are already undone...My belt of already off...
Ok, so I'm sprinting down the sidewalk/parking lot of Dunks right now, holdling my pants up with one hand. Those two people walking to their car are looking at me, but I anticipated this. Here we are, at our destination, and two young ladies are being presented with a pale ass hanging in their window.
...What a tic...Ladies?....Fuck.
Running while pulling ones pants up is diffucult, but somehow I've made it back faster then I went. Doors still open, good. In sure Andrew doesn't like me on top of him, but diving was the fastest way in. "Fuck dude, they were girls!! Two fucking girls!!"
If only I could award Joel's Wang to myself... |
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Jul. 21st, 2005 @ 11:27 pm
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EDIT: Note to self, being tired makes you angsty. Leave posting for when I'm conscious.
-JVT |
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Jul. 18th, 2005 @ 09:24 pm
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Ok, so I'm conflicted. No, not about that, about what fork to get. Goddamnit, I want the cush like on Phils bike, but I want some spring so I can keep pulling off these insane 2 foot J-hops I've been throwing down lately. Such a dillema. Well, for me at least.
So, I did what I've been afraid of all summer: I got paint on my wang...
Yeah, I'm still painting. I'm going to be cuttiong my hours down this Wednesday. I think I'm going to be working M-W-F, with like, on extra day every other week. Either way, I'll have more free time. Remember, I'm always free after like, 6:30, so call me or show up.
Rosen is going to see Tina tomorrow, and I wish I could go. I haven't seen enough of either of them this summer.
I put a crapton of PB stuff up for sale yesterday. Yeah, I know, I'm actually selling shit, go me!
Speaking of which, anyone wanna play this Sunday (This is mostly directed towards Trish, but I'd hate to exclude anyone.)
Fuck, I'm going to be get a bite to eat and head to bed. |
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