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Name: Young Han
Country: United States
State: Kansas
Birthday: 12/31/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Pen and Paper roleplaying, song parodying, and child pornograph- I mean, church building. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Expertise: Well, I make a MEAN chilli frito pie. Does that count?
Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs
Industry: Media
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  M0R013
Member Since:
12/14/2003
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STEALTH UPDATE!!!
Na na na!
Stealth Update!
No body knows!
Stealth Update!
'Cause it's an old screen name
Yeah it's a...Stealth Update! Stealth Update! Yeah YEAH! | | |
| Hey all! My mom found my Xanga, so that's the last entry on this name! Feel free, everyone, to read my past entries.
And mom? I know it's the internet. And yes, I love you. You're a great mother, etc... etc... etc... And I feel no bitterness or resentment towards you. Feeling such things would be rather petty. HOWEVER, when I tell you I don't want you reading my Xanga, please respect my wishes. Ta-ta!
So, everyone, you'll likely be able to re-discover my Xanga, mostly because I'll resubscribe to all of you and you'll get my new Xanga then. I have to say, I'm gonna miss this one. It's served me well, and I like the screen name a great deal. *sniff* Ah well.
Au revoir, and goodbye! | | |
| Edit: I remembered a fun little incident from yesterday. I was watching a mexican stand up comedian on comedy central, and he had a bit of a propensity for sexual jokes (he was great otherwise, but his sex jokes were lame). My mom heard the TV, and demanded that I change the channel. SHe told me that even though I may understand that such things exist and how they work, that she doesn't want me wallowing in filth. Later that day, I went to rotten.com, and looked at pictures of some mexican guy who got hit by a train. It was pretty wicked, he lost all his limbs and the stumps were all sorts of colors that I didn't think our bodies contained. She saw the picture, and had absolutely no objection to me looking at it. Does this mean she just has an irrational fear of sex; or does she prefer Mexicans when they're dead to when they're procreating? Oh, the mysteries of mothers...
Weird moment today. I woke up, and I knew I'd been dreaming, but I didn't really know for how long. Had I only dreamed everything since my last memory before going to bed? Or maybe the entire last week was a dream that I was just now waking up from. Or maybe the entirety of summer, or my first year of highschool. Maybe I'd only ever been awake twice; now and once when I was six (whence an incident occured where I can well and truly claim to not be within Morpheus's grasp). Maybe I'm still dreaming.
Hmmm... Still dreaming?... I want a pony.
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Nope. Damn. Being awake sucks. If being awake had ponies, I'd be all for it. But now I have no pony.
I went for a walk with my little brother yesterday. He's a wacky one, my brother. But wacky in an endearing way, not the ass-lancing way. He seems to enjoy walking around sans shoes, something I thought to be a quirk possessed only by me in relation to the other members of my family. He also enjoyed the puddle sloshing, which was all well and good until he slipped and cut up his knee a bit. I continued to let him slosh around and do as he wished, though I drew the line at eating dirt and frightfully unidentifiable, rubbery material we found in someone's driveway when he decided he wanted a nap.
Ooo. "The Koala Brothers" is on! | | |
| I submitted some ideas to www.tshirthell.com yesterday. Ideas for T-shirts, that is. If you didn't know; T-shirt hell is a fantastic site specializing in depravedly humorous T-shirts. It also sells shirts for babies, and wrapping paper (my favorite wrapping paper being: hundreds of children starve to death each day. Enjoy your gift). If the gods of Depraved, Cottony Humour smile upon me, then I'll recieve $200 for each idea they use.
It's fathers day today. Do you know who YO baby's daddy is? | | |
| Well, I've been up for about 6 hours so far and I must say the day isn't up to snuff. I missed out on my weekly saturday morning cartoon watching, because the Ben Stiller show was on. The Ben Stiller show is great and all, but it simply pales when placed next to the genius that is the holy Trifecta of Dilbert, Duckman, and of course the Critic. I guess they've got to promote his new movie, Dodgeball. Speaking of which, who in Harold Ramis's happy green earth is that actress who's in that movie? By "The actress" I mean the woman. It seems as if she's famous, but I just can't place who she is. I thought it was Jennifer Aniston at first, but I saw her in an interview for the movie and realized it wasn't her. I still don't know though. Perhaps she played Melany (Melody? Moonpie-Balogna?) on Hey Dude...
...I feel as if I should reminisce (reminice?) about Hey Dude. On the other hand, 15 years old is simply much too young to be nostalgic, isn't it? At times I find myself being nostalgic about the present. Rather, I get the sense that I'm currently living in the best period of my life, my golden years. That's kind of depressing, but I ought to enjoy it while it lasts. Still, much too young for nostalgia. I need another decade, at least.
My mother and father tried to get my Xanga name out of me the other day. They were surprised that I didn't want them reading it. THey believe that, since it's on the internet which is open to the world, that I obviously can't be writing anything private here. And I admit, that is a valid point. However, I never have-
WOAH!!!! I just totally had my thought process interrupted! Weird Al Yankovic is going on tour for Poodlehat, and having a concert in the Starlight theatre!... Again! August 13! Hm. Well, if tickets cost about 30 dollars, and I already have 8, then logically (were tax to be included) I would have to clean my sister's room 3 and a half more times (to give myself some breathing room). Hmm... Already I'm needing to figure out how to get this money. If anyone else is planning to go, we could probably get some sort of group deal together. That'd be fun.
I'd say Weird Al is a hero of mine. Maybe not my biggest hero, but a pretty big one. Him, Harold Ramis, Neil Gaiman, Joss Whedon, Kevin Smith and Jerry Seinfeld. Ahhh... If they somehow collaborated on something... Although, that wouldn't really make much sense. Some of their talents may mesh well, but for some reason I don't think Buffy The Vampire Slayer would have had the same "Oomph" if it had Polka and Cereal. And Ghostbusters could probably do without Kevin Smith's fascinations with goatees, porn and star wars.
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