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September 19th, 2006
03:12 am
Allie is even cooler on the phone than on LJ. Trust me.
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June 1st, 2006
May 4th, 2006
10:05 pm - All for you, none for me
Picture Requests... You got 'em; I'll take 'em.
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April 18th, 2006
11:37 pm
Leave a very egotistical comment about yourself. Don't be afraid. I won't judge... too much.
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April 16th, 2006
12:35 am
I really like this one
My first Hooters
The house we stayed in
Keepin' it real
Apparently 25 is too fast and 20 is too slow
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April 15th, 2006
07:36 pm
go to www.photobucket.com and search for curt_flick to see Spring Break photos!
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April 1st, 2006
09:13 pm - Myrtle Beach Update: Soon to Come
In my spare time I like to think philosphically to some degree, but some times all that deep thinking can produce a theory so bizarre I find myself asking, "What the fuck?!"
I've lived in this town a lot longer than a lot of people, and in that time I've set foot in many a house. Lets think beyond just setting foot in houses. I've sat upon their thrones while I've been there. ("Pooping" generally speaking) Well, a lot of my friends have moved away since then and of course someone moves in to their old house. Tonight I was walking around town and walked by several houses that I've had the priviledge of using their facilities that are now occupied by strangers. Looking, not peeking, through their windows I made eye contact with them, but I knew something they didn't... I've used their shitter.
Several people looked at me and thought to themselves, "Who's that weird lookin' kid and why's he walking around town at night?" When I saw them I just laughed and thought, "My butt has been on their toilet."
Then I later thought, "How many people do I see a day has made what I call 'pre-destined ass exchange' with my toilet?"
This is where the theory comes into play: Is it through our souls that we are one, or asses?
Cynical? Nah. Retarded? Quite.
Current Mood: Poop on the brain
Current Music: Zebrahead - "Running through my head"
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March 29th, 2006
11:27 am - Beach head
I'm in Myrtle Beach y'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall.
The beach is amazing and so is the miniature golf, even though a 3 year old could beat my score. Hooters anxiously awaits our arrival and the Hibatchi restaurant is dreading the moment I walk through their doors. Many, many, many pictures are being taken. People probably think I'm a Japanese tourist or something. This week-long seperation from guitar, driving, myspace, tennis, drums, and a very special girl gets harder every day, but guess what? I'M AT THE FRICKIN' BEACH! Neener neener neener. Yesterday we dug up crabs from the wet, mooshy sand with nothing but a seashell and fed them to the birds. MUAWAHAHAHAHA! Just kidding about the feeding ceremony. But we did dig them up only to battle for a moment before covering them up with sand again.
I'm using the internet at the public library while my friend works on his assignment for college. My absence from any public library is as long as the extinction of dinosaurs, but I never thought they'd be this loud. The children's area is half the size of the building, and twice as loud as the cell phones, keys being typed, and many, MANY sports cars driving by put together.
Uno momento...
"Shut up, Sir! I'm trying to think! Gggggaghd!"
Sorry about that. The dude had it coming.
Hmmm... lets see. I have 12, no wait, 11 minutes left on this computer. How can I possibly waste that much time? Down to 10.
Oh yeah. I saw "Hills Have Eyes" last night and it's the worst movie for getting me yelling at the screen. Aside from me and my friend there was one other gentlemen in the theatre and I'm sure he was pissed as I was constantly screaming, "Don't go in there! Are you kidding? You're gonna let him live? Are you stupid or somethin'?"
Sir, I apologize. I never do that, but that movie in particular had me goin'. Perhaps it was the funky popcorn.
Across the table from me a man is discreetly picking at a rotting fingernail.
That's it. I'm done. Fanito. Fin'. Au revoir. Auf Wiedersehen.
I miss YOU.
Current Mood: fun filled
Current Music: None... just crazy people
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March 13th, 2006
09:42 pm
I apologize for my absence from Lj, but honestly, have you even noticed? So much has happened recently that I've seriously never thought about updating. When I say, "So much has happened... " I mean I've actually gotten out of the house and have done stuff, but very few incidents require mentioning in a blog.
It takes a lot to put me down, but pulling into Lexington with Aerosmith blaring on the stereo with tickets in hand only to hear an hour before the show that it's canceled definately took its toll on my natural, optimistic persona. Seriously, Steven Tyler... what the fuck?
If missing what would've been my first concert wasn't bad enough, it also caused me to miss playing with the band in the very, very, very, very last game of my high school career, in front of what would've been my largest audience, only to be replaced at the last minute by Football Star, Wes Ward, and Australian Foreign Exchange student, Stuart "Vaginal" Lips. Seriously, Steven Tyler. I ask thee again... what the fuck?
On Senior Night, my night, the higher authorities would not let me wear my sombrero out onto the floor. Is sacrificing fun for maturity really worth the respect?
The aftermath of Pep band has left me wondering what my next step in music will be. Do I really have the capacity to start a band and write music, or will I forever be a cover artist in the realm and privacy of my very own bedroom? Who's up for a musical revolution?
In coclusion all I have to say is a mustache on a high school student is grounds for child molestation prosecution.
Auf Wiedersehen.
Common Curtis-E
Current Mood: ventful
Current Music: Bangles - Walk like an Egyptian
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February 14th, 2006
11:14 pm - Ink Fucked
After very little consideration and miniscule planning, I've decided to get a tattoo, and don't talk me out of it with your logical reasoning - I'm too stubborn. Don't expect the universal tribal symbol or some arabic verse that doesn't even apply to me to be permanently inked to my fragile, white body. Perhaps I'll have "exit only" tattoed right above my hairy ass, or better yet have "FUCK" tattoed in large letters across my back. In all seriousness folks it will probably be something tiny/ meaningful/ and above all funny inked somewhere on me that's hidden by clothes only to further enhance the suspense. It's up to you to find it.
Auf Wiedersehen
-Curtis-E
Current Music: Styx - Come Sail Away
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February 11th, 2006
09:20 am - Better than Foot Fucking
I knee fucked a woman... Allow me to explain.
I went to get my usual once a year hair cut and the woman I got was new. I could tell right away as I felt the scissors trembling against my oh so gentle hair. She was totally coming onto me, and when she went to cut my bangs she straddled my leg. Oh yes. I could feel the warmth coming off of her... you know. Just to have a little fun I sorta wiggled my leg as if I had a cramp to see what she'd do. Surprisingly, she did nothing to stop me other than having a big smile on her face and telling me how my curly hair was ssssssseexy. When she finished with my bangs she kept asking if I wanted more taken off just to have an excuse to ride my leg just once more.
Now that's what you call a desperate housewife.
I'll have to cut my hair more often.
Current Music: Fugazi - Turkish Disco
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January 27th, 2006
11:48 pm - 180 reality check
After a long discussion with my computer teacher who's like a second father/ mentor I decided to go to prom afterall. So I got the guts and asked who I believe to be the prettiest, coolest, best dancer in the school to go with me - Maggie. Surprisingly she said yes... and with a big smile on her face. Afterwards she gave me a very nice, warm, cushiony hug that I'll remember for a long time.
I have until May to get in shape. I can do it.
What have I gotten myself in to? I can't dance.
Current Mood: excited/ nervous
Current Music: Metallica - "Disposable Heroes"
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January 25th, 2006
10:49 pm - Fender or Gibson?
March 7th... mark it down on your calenders. On that day at 7:30 you can sit alone and think to yourself, "Wow, Curt is watching Cheap Trick and Aerosmith in concert at Rupp. That's kinda cool. I hope he buys me a t shirt."
God bless the internet.
Current Mood: stoked
Current Music: Reel Big Fish - "Beer"
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January 3rd, 2006
10:30 pm - refurbished flick
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