Patrick E

Cool

2004-09-17T22:31:57Z

I went to work...and, uh, worked. While there, I found this nice red pocket knife...sweet! like candy!

*runs around waving it wildly*

Me with a blade is very bad. lol

Anyway, nothing else of importance in this stupid thing known as my life. ;)

Hi

2004-09-06T02:50:16Z

I am alive, I truly am...maybe, I dunno, you tell me. I might actually start updating! *gasp* Really? ...no idea. lol Stay tuned and find out.

I'm back....maybe

2004-07-13T06:31:45Z

Well, just posting for the hell of it....this may be the first of my return posts...or this may be my final post...depends what I decide later. :p

"Ode To My Car" by Adam Sandler

2003-10-18T05:41:26Z

Well, i heard this hilarious song and thought, "this is the perfect song for my first car which i know which will be like this!" :P And Abbie...please don't shoot me, i'm just posting this for other friends to read, its just so darn funny! :P So er...ignore the cursing. hehehe

Here we go!

Piece of shit car
I got a piece of shit car
That fuckin' pile of shit
Never gets me very far

My car's a big piece of shit
Cause the shocks are fucking shot
And my seatbelt's fucking broken
I got to tie it in a knot
(It's a piece of shit)

I can't see through the windshield
Cause it's got a big fuckin' crack
And the interior smells real bad
Cause my friend puked in the back
(It's a piece of shit)

(Piece of shit car)
Piece of shit car
(He's got a piece of shit car)
It sucks royal dick
(That fuckin' pile of shit)
100% crap
(Never gets him very far)
Oh fuck you car

It's got no CD player, it only got the 8-track
Whoever designed my car can lick my sweaty nut sack
(They can bite his ass too)
And i got no fuckin' brakes
I'm always way out of control
Eleven times a day i hear, "Hey, watch it asshole!"
(You fuckin'piece of shit)

(Piece of shit car)
I got a piece of shit car
(He got a piece of shit car)
Diesel gas sucks my ass
(That fuckin' pile of shit)
That pile of metal shit
(Never gets him very far)

Oh what the fuck did i do
What the fuck did i do
What the fuck did i do
To get stuck with you
You're too wide for the drive-thru
And you smell like the shoe
But i'm too broke to buy something new
Oh fuck me

Well the engine likes to flood
The car always fuckin' stalls
And the seat cushion's got a big rip
So a spring always pokes the balls
(Ouch, ouch, ouch)
Plus the door locks are busted
I gotta use a fucking coat hanger
(What a pain in his ass)
And if a girlie sees my car
There's no chance i'll ever bang her
(He never ever gets da pussy)
Hey shut up
You piece of shit car

You piece of shit car
Bald fuckin' tires
No rearview fucking mirror
Seven different colors
Fucking rag for a gas cap
Tailpipe makes the sparks fly everywhere
Oh, the whole town thinks i'm a loser
.....Cabby give me a push!

The World Of Loneliness....oh what fun.

2003-08-24T05:32:01Z

Well, today i was home alone pretty much the whole day which made me happy, i was able to talk with Abbie over the phone for awhile and that made me happy. :) But when she left, i get really lonely. :S :(
Some of our conversation over the phone was about me and my childhood, which really didn't help matters, it showed how much i've missed out and everything. Every now and then i felt inferior. :( Examples of this were not knowing what play dough (sp.?) and slinkies (sp.?) were. And yeah well...other stuff. *sighs* I hate my childhood, i really do.
Throughout our conversation she had to hear me in pain because of my back, which i really didn't want her to hear, but oh well. :( I even tripped once and it took me forever to get up, she heard all of that too...*sighs*
When she left i also remembered how alone i was, no friends, no real family, it really sucks. So basically, i just hung around, watched the sunset, sit on my arse. Yippee for me.
She got back on MSN Messenger, which made me relieved, but she had to go again after only a little while. :(
Well, sorry about that, felt like typing about it for no reason. Hope everyone else has had a good day.

Ok, so maybe life goes on...

2003-08-08T21:04:17Z

Ok, well, it actually seems i'll live after all, i've found out that my doctor was wrong and thanks to my friend Joey's aunt, who is also a doctor, she gave her second opinion that i wasn't going to die, which afterwords, Dr. Moore cam by and said he made an error. :) But of course i still want to beat him over the head for putting me through all that. *mutters darkly* Oh well...anyway, i've just been watching my younger neice and nephew all day today, Carter, my nephew is 3 years old, and then there is Sara, my neice who is almost 9 months old i think. *shrugs* Anyway, not much happening, gotta go. ;)

The Beginning Of The End...

2003-08-05T06:22:48Z

Well, not much happened today for one, the reason i'm actually typing in a entry is because of what happened only a little while ago. *gulps* It seems my mom has a friend thats a doctor and she had called him over late this night to check out my dad who got hurt from working on our roof, "He's fine, just going to be sore for awhile." Darn, i wish he would get a broken leg or something. *mutters darkly* But in any case, the doctor, Dr. Moore, as that is his name, noticed me and how i was moving around, mailny because of my back, so he decided to check up on me. He checked me out, made my back hurt like hell and he found something...What did he find? Well, a serious serious back injury i have. Woo hoo! *rolls eyes* I knew it had to be serious, but i wasn't ready when he said it was fatal. :| That's right you heard me. :( He said the signs were obvious, the way i moved, the rate at which i moved, and the way my back responded as he pushed and checked it. *cries* So in short ppl...i'm dying!! *cries some more* Talk about being caught by surprise. :( At least he said he'd come to check on me some more and make sure. :(The scary thing he told me is that if he was right, "You will probably die within a month." *sighs* Why do i have such bad luck? At least it'll be for only a little while longer i guess...

Today is just another day....

2003-08-02T06:19:21Z

Today was just another, get up, shower, get dressed, do work, get on computer, waste my mind away...lol :p Watched Epi 1 again then once again, got back on the comp. :D Anyway, talking with Amanda and her enraging conversation with some guy about religion and beliefs, i've decided to put in a little speech paper thing i wrote a while back when i was extremely bored. :p It's kinda long, but if anyone reads it, i hope you like it and it makes you think a bit. :) Here it is:
The universe offers a paradox too great for the human or finite mind to grasp. As the living brain cannot conceive a non-living brain, although it may think it can, the finite mind cannot grasp the infinite.
The plain fact of the universe's existence single-handedly defeats the pragmatist and the cynic. During this time, mankind has achieved enough technical and scientific prowess to chip a few splinters into the great stone pillar of reality. Though, the false science, or knowledge if you like, has shone in only a few countries.
Yet, despite a tremendous increase in available facts, there are remarkably few insights. We've practically conquered cancer, are slowly conquering aging, have gone to space and the moon, and made or discovered a hundred other remarkable baubles. But this wealth of information produced little or no insight. There aren't any great odes written to the wonders of artificial insemination, cloning, or automobiles. Few people, if any, seem to grasp the Principle of Reality; new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries & questions.
Better physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible, yet more probable by the nature of the search. Do you see? Of course not. Either way, you now approach the limits- not of belief, but of comprehension. You face reverse entropy of the soul.
But to the more prosaic:
The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life, but size. Size encompasses life, but what encompasses size? You see, there's part of the mystery. The child, who is most at home with wonder, says: Daddy, what is above the sky? And the dad says: The darkness of space. The child: What is beyond space? The Dad: The galaxy. The child: Beyond the galaxy? The Dad: Another galaxy. The child: Beyond the other galaxies? The Dad: No one knows.
You see? Size defeats us. For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. What does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of existence and into a new universe where the air drowns him and the light is blue madness. Where huge bipeds with no gills stuff it into a suffocating box and cover it with wet weeds to die?
Or one might take the point of a pencil and magnify it. One reaches the point where a stunning realization strikes home: The pencil point is not solid; it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. What seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held together by gravitation. Shrunk to the correct size, the distances between these atoms might become leagues, gulfs, aeons. The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protrons and electrons. One may step down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? Tachyons? Nothing? Of course not. Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest conclusions to things is one impossiblity.
If you fell outward to the limit of the universe, would you find a board fence and signs reading "Dead End"? No. You might find something hard and rounded, as the chick must see the egg from the inside. And if you should peck through that shell, what great and torrential light might shine through your hole at the end of space?
Might you look through and discover our entire universe is but part of one atom on a blade of grass? Might you be forced to think that by burning a twig, you incinerate an eternity of eternities? That existence rises not to one infinite, but to an infinity of them?
Perhaps you saw what place our universe plays in the scheme of things. Most likely not though. Possibly as an atom in a blade of grass. Could it be that everything we can perceive from the infinitesmal virus to the distant Horsehead Nebula, is contained in one blade of grass...a blade that may have existed for only a day or two in an alien time flow? What if that blade should be cut off by a scythe? When it begins to die, would the rot seep into our universe and our own lives, turning everything yellow and brown and desiccated? Maybe in a different shape and form? Chaos erupting from "seemingly" normal lives, really meaning the rot is seeping in? Perhaps it's already begun to happen. I, personally, have heard some people say the world has moved on; maybe we really mean that it has begun to dry up.
Think how small such a concept of things makes us people! If a God watches over it all, does he actually mete out justice for a race of gnats among an infinitude of races of gnats? Does his eye see the sparrow fall when the sparrow is less than a speck of hydrogen floating disconnected in the depth of space?
And if he does see...what must the nature of such a God be? Where does he live? How is it possible to live beyond infinity?
Imagine the sand of the Sahara Desert, which we know is the biggest desert on Earth, and imagine a trillion universes- not worlds, but universes- encapsulated in each grain of sand of that desert; and within each universe, an infinity of others. We tower over these universes from our pitiful grass vantage point; with one swing of your boot, you may knock a billion billion worlds flying off into darkness in a chain never to be completed.
Size, my fried...size...
Hope you liked it, after i read it, i couldn't believed i thought about it that much and then i thought some more...;)

Freaky....:|

2003-07-21T02:46:57Z

Patrick Elu will never grow up, and nor would we ever want him to. It is Patrick's ability to be innocently fun-loving and childlike that makes him so endearing. Patrick Elu is extremely clever and sophisticated. There is, after all, a very big difference between being childlike and being childish. Patrick is open minded, unselfish and able somehow to approach each new day with a spirit of real, fresh inspiration. That explains why Patrick enjoys life so much and it also explains why other people, looking at Patrick's life from a distance, cannot understand why he enjoys it so much. Those of us who know and love Patrick Elu find him enigmatic, mysterious or even downright baffling. We can't help liking him, but nor can we quite manage to work out where he is at, where he is coming from, what he is up to or what he is in to. Patrick's tastes and preferences are what some people would call eclectic, others would term unusual and most folk would classify as 'just plain weird.' Patrick, though, is consistent in his inconsistency. There is method to his madness. Patrick is interested in - even fascinated by - so many strange, different topics and subjects because Patrick is such a natural experimenter.
Patrick doesn't need to travel the world in search of variety. Patrick can wake up one morning feeling quite sure that he is one particular kind of person. By the afternoon he will be someone else. His personality will not change, his loyalty will not waver but his mood will evolve allowing him to explore, enthusiastically, ways of behaviour which only a few hours ago seemed unattractive. Thus Patrick Elu creates a world in which there is constant variety and excitement. Boring people, who like to follow life's laws to the letter and stick rigidly to one fixed plan find Patrick Elu hard to handle or even to relate to. People with a sense of adventure, a sense of imagination and, most importantly of all a sense of humour, cannot get enough of Patrick's company.
Well, er....wow. :| Thats pretty darn good. lol *stares in silence for a few moments longer* How does Amanda keep finding these things....they're just plain freaky! :|
Oh and another thing i should put here, my day has been, well, great! Highly and i mean HIGHLY unusual. :| My parents were nice to me today for the first time in my life, i do not understand why or how, put it has happened, maybe the inicident of running away i don't know, but they were nice, i don't know whether to be finally happy or to be extrememly cautious. :| Well, i think i'll just ponder that for awhile and how i was defined so easily! :|

First entry beware!

2003-07-06T05:24:56Z

Well here's my first LJ entry ever, of course this was only possible thanks to one of my best friends ever, dramaprincess87 aka Amanda. :D Thanks a lot Amanda! And now everyone should just beware! muahahahaha! :p Anyway, i duon't know how often i'll be able to get on this since my parents banishing me from the computer and all, so be prepared if i don't update for a long time sometimes, i'll sneak on when i can. Otherwise, i'll write again when i have more to talk about. :)