The Cult in the Woods

LIEK OMG U CANADIAN FUX! WTF??? OMG LOL!!!!!1

Yeah, that was pretty funny.

- Derr, ZABOY!

Wow, I'm in a touch of a mood. Let's have a rant.

It will be one year in two days that I shut down the cussoftherobot journal. It will be a whole 52 weeks since I have said anything to anyone associated with that (minus Derr, Stee, and Eh Man! Duh!) piece of pie. And you know what? I feel great.

I don't give a shit about those motherfuckers. I really don't. I mean, yes, I have thought about the good times and the more frequent lesser times, I've read up on their shit and noticed one thing they all have in common: they don't talk about me.

Call it ego, but I thought they were genuine in their love for me.

'Love'. How they spoil that word. They really don't know love. Love isn't a lie, it's the truth. It's a trip to Stratford and bringing back a good time. Love is watching two friends find each other without ever there being envy. Love is a boyfriend who never says die.

I know love. And I love love. Love has found me and I love that.

And be honest, you've gotta love how my rants have a point nowadays.

Love you all,

- Jay

I love the class, love the assignment, but the teacher could use some work...

The class is Anthro, the assignment is Homosexual Rights, and the teacher is not an issue.

I am so happy and exicted about this one. I'll post the final deal later on if I have time, and my partner's okay on it. We've got case studies on Marc Hall and the Triangle Program. I remember hearing about the Triangle Program about the time it started up, very cool stuff there.

Until later!

Jay, the Puppet Master.

Hip-Hip-Horray, today is surely gay.
I want a fish, I hope you wish.
I've got a game to play!

It's the Puppet Master, calling all girls, guys, dogs, cats, ect. I have an amusing game to play I call....

IF I DIED TOMORROW...

Yes, the game is this. You leave a comment, in the Subject your name and in the comment what you think would be the answer to the question: "If you dropped dead this very second what would those you call friends say?". You then leave the comment and people will anonymously post what they would say. Those of the culties with livejournal accounts are NOT GOING TO USE THEIR USERNAMES! Logging in and replying makes this kinda dumb.

Let it all begin.

- Jay, the Puppet Master.

Well, I'm using this for good news. Book the date.

1) I AM A RANGER!!!! I got my paperwork two days ago and I'm in! I am so happy it's amazing. I have to leave home for two months in two months but I couldn't be happier! A 24 hour train ride (no joke) across to nearly the next province from the next major city, and no Internet! Mien Got, how will you all live without me?

2) I am cancer free. No nothing that is gonna kill my. Nothing. Didn't think it was cancer, but when you've got it falling on you from boths sides...

3) Happy Tenth Month to my lover! Love you Norgold!

- Jay, a Ranger, a lover, a liver.... well, you know...

So I have this song stuck in my head, and I like it. I've been given some shitty news today too but I'm oddly enough happy. I can handle this. I can do this, Lord don't anyone dare quote me on that. I've sorted out a few things. I'll be myself again soon enough.

I've decided that I will just stop thinking so much about the past and have a positive look into the future. I will hand on to the good and separate it from the bad. I will keep friends I love and trust, and ignore those who have hurt me before. I know that they don't even think about me anymore, not for my betterment anyways.

Runway333 is on the up, and I feel okay. Thanks to ChickenManMalcolm we have Flash..... sorta.

Til next time, Cheers all!

- Jay

Why?

Why do I do this sort of shit to myself? I dunno.... I like the hurt of being forgotten? Am I that unmemorable? Be honest everyone, when I'm not in sight I'm out of mind. When you don't see, you don't care. My life's a game, I'm going nowhere. So ignore my last call when it's Hitchhiker's night, I'm gonna kill them all in my one final flight. I am a god. Kiss me tonight, make it alright.

Huh. So that's how the story goes.

Good night kids, I'm off to kill some more hunters.

- Jay

The Puppet Master strikes again!

1) I have four mini-Jonas notebooks, *gasp*. A Spacemonkey fan gone stray!

2) Criss Angel is my hero. Correction, one of my heroes/idols. Correction, likely my only living straight idol that I may meet and haven't yet. ((All my superheroes are of some sexual deviance.))

3) Scary thing to try. Need one headset, and a set of speakers on computer with a space for a headset. Plug in the headset and turn on the speakers. Now listen carefully. (Uh, without any form of media on). Can you hear it in the static? That's the radio kids. You can hear the radio without turning a radio on. Correction, we've just made a radio. Scary how genius I am eh?

'til I muse again.

- Jay, the Puppet Master

I've been away a long time, I understand that. I've been considering disbanding the Cult in my head, but I've chosen to stay here. We may move from the livejournal community and hold up elsewhere, angelfire has nice blog/post boards now. And it's always good to get back to your roots.

I am sad. My atempts to get a twelfth grade science course at my school for next year have been shot down on their first day out of the gate. I went armed with a petition, people and a plan yet the science head said no. An outright no. Am most perplexed at response. Wondering how far this contradiction in society really does go. A science teacher not wanting to teach science? Absurd.

In other news, exams are soon. I do so loath this time of year. The two days before exams are always the longest of the year.

Till Tomorrow,

- Jay, the Puppet Master.


PS- Derr, Stee, I finally did it. I told. But please don't mention it to Kittie or Eh Man! Duh! (or Z***) because I've yet to tell them.

Last week I, Jay the Puppet Master, and fellow cult member Eh Man! Duh! traveled across the province to the land of the Francais, to Cult Camp!

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Well, I have to admit. I HATE THIS NEW LJ STUFF! Oh well, God hates me. Even with all my goodworks. Hehe.

- Jay, the puppet master