The Doog House

"Dont try to be a great man, just be a man and let history decide the rest."

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Location: Okinawa (Normally Thrilling Thiells), NY, Japan

I am a cool laid back cat that like to be all hip on the fun spots in big cities (I know hot spots in N'orleans and learned of alot in NY). I love to travel and meet new people and just chat for hours as if we are old reunited friends. I am also heavily into movies and AFI's 100. I might want to become a film historian or something like that. I LOVE baseball!! I just cant get enough of it, and there is plenty here in Japan.

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Saturday, December 17, 2005

It truly is funny to realize that you have lived your life vicariously through other people and not through yourself like some aimless slime. Does this bash those I have lived through?? No. Do I regret doing it though?? Yes. Does this mean to those I lived it through death?? No. Some of those I care about I still talk to. Others, fuck them. They used me for their own purposes and I used them for myself. To me, to admit to all of this, it feels like I am riding one of the Rohirrim through the Battle of Pelennor Fields. I feel like a coke addict that has awoken from a bender minus the presidency. I know I did two corny cliches in a row. But once again it is part of the awakening of Dennis Sheridan that has taken place. I can honestly trace memories up till April 28, 2000 very easily, but after that, everything is blurry. Like I lived it all on acid. I have a desire to do things like am 24 years old again, although my hairline proves my age. Some people helped make those times memorable, some made it a nightmare. Either or, I have moved on and gotten over much of my past. Not all of it. But enough to get me by for now. The rest is for my therapist.

I do have to say to certain family members: How in the hell can you still rank the Star Wars Trilogy as one of the best sagas ever if you have never seen the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy?? Trust me, as a saga LOTR trilogy blows the entire Star Wars one out of the water and is the basis for Lucas' many adventures. Besides 10 Academy Awards, including best pic of the year. Enough said. Yes this site is the ramblings of a wannabe writer but whose audience is so limited to a few. I vent and I bitch. Some days I am pleasant to myself. Some days I am not. It is still my site and I will publish what I want and when I want. Other days I hate myself and want to chew on a bullet. Either or this is a place for all to see how I go through my days and carry on in spite of all challenges. I will do my best not to blame others for my mistakes in life (ie. Desiree, etc). Although that path is easy to do. Like I have stated in a previous post, I wish I had this blog like 5-6 years ago to see how far I have come and how far off the beaten path I got from what I wanted.

I guarantee if I hadnt taken the retarded path to it I would have of learned to hate teaching in my own time, not cause of all that was going on in my life. Like I have said before, teaching is for suckers and fools who cnat make it in the real world with their talents. Well not those in college, but the HS and Elementary world who hold the title of 'doctor' but have no real skills. Those people deserve to be disrespected till the day they prove they are allowed to have respect. Till that day have fun disrespecting them and telling those people to fuck themselves. Especially silly cunts from the Clarkstown School District. I guess this is my big ole 'fuck you' post that I never got around too. Fuck you 'Rock'. And all the other cunts who think they are holier than though and want to harass my family after I went to the military. I hope you all find lumps on your genitals.

I have held back too long on that subject. Fuck you Dr. Kelly from Dominican University for being a pompous non-teaching mother fucker. How dare you fucking give a person who is working two jobs including one a full time sub job a hard time cause he got his job due to wits. You know you were fucking pissed at that fact and couldnt cope with it you faggot mother fucker. I hope one of the schwoogies from the Bronx jack you up when you fuck them over. You wouldnt know a days hard work if it slapped you in the face with a cock. Or maybe you would you fucking faggot. Ha! That was three years of frustration off my chest there. I expressed it to hot Stacey from that class I was in June 2002 with last December but never got around to telling this smattering of reader audience too. Wow, I guess I feel better and better each day that I let out what has been bothering me for the last five years. I feel more of a burden lifting from my shoulders.

Once again, I can measure most of my life by movies and books and songs realize how much I threw away. For a good chunk of it for one sick person. That is why when I hear songs from the 1999-2002 era I literally feel my heart freeze and painess overtake me for how much of a jackass I was. I will say here and now fuck you and the horse you rode in on that person made my life miserable in that time frame. But it has already been said. But hey, it has been said before and is all done as far as I am concerned. Oh well. Que Serar Serar. This is my post. Enjoy it fuckers.

FIN.

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