The Fourth Perspective:

Here I am, on the computer once again. Not rocking like a hurricane, but I might as well be with that opener. My weekend is going to be fun! I have forgotten that I am applying to college and I've decided to hold off on that shit till I get yelled at.

Friday! First me and spencer are going to max (maxin'?) with eachother and fuck around and shit. should be the bees knees, provided the day is a bee. Then Shannon and I are going to watch SPEED RACER and discuss lodestar related activities like "Lodestar XXX" and how the 30th year of lodestar can be turned into a tasteful magazine in the likes of playboy, or hustler.

Saturday! I have work from 10-2. I work on a simple philosphy, mo' work mo' money, and mo' money mo' pussy. Don't get me wrong: Pussy is an acronym for Penguin Unites of Star So Yonder. Its a meaningless anology that someone probably just made up. But no, I mean pussy in its more traditional sense, you know, like a vagina. Speaking of life-sucking deathtraps, I am playing Rockband 2 on saturday night with paige, and sam, and scott. I am not playing with myself cause I have a bet with steve that I wouldn't.

Sunday! Im pretty busy with church I guess. You may say, "What are you doing at church?" Well for your information I don't even go to church.

Monday! I have school, and then a "friday night." This is due to the cosmos being aligned in just the right way that sent a thought into our superintendants head that made her give us a tuesday off. So monday "feels" like friday. but its "not."

tuesday! I am filming a freaking movie with nick.


Steve and I are going to be recording an album for our interenship. I will be covering a few songs (Something from Flight of the Conchords, and then OH No You Didn't!) but we will be also writing songs. Here are some ideas:

-Steve and I have already started writing a song about buttsex. Our inexperience with the subject and knowledge based purely on the compiled years of male directed porn will give us a fresh perspective on the subject. We started writing it and it kind of turned into a rape song, but it kind of fits anyway.

-A song about how when summer is over you just don't give a shit about anything. With ideas that start like "You have a really good dinner tonight, but who cares, school is in a week" and ending with, "Your getting a blowjob, but who cares" etc. Steve'll write it all clever-like.

-A song about the internet or something

-There are more in a notebook somewhere.


Anyways, life is good.

Speed racer and rockband? In one weekend? What? IS THAT REAL? It'll be even better than I think.
At least I think.




Love, actually,

Clint

I have been writing poetry, I will probably post some here soon.

Maybe even....NOW! The first poem is a mockery of lodestar and what people feel when their piece gets rejected. the second one is what it is, and the third is a love poem, awwww.
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LODESTAR


Lodestar, Oh lodestar...
Why do you trample me?
Why do you twist and turn me
as if my bones will not snap?
Harsh, you are, a beast in your own right.
I humbly submit my heart to you
and no sooner is my hand open
then my heart is splattered on the floor.
Not a normal beast.
You lack the talens and claws
that shred and yet my mind is
ripped, cracked, open, on display,
sprayed in front of you
In front of your most treacherous parts
The EYES so many eyes.
You've covered all the angles,
Stare.
Puncture my creation and
call it your own.
Take it, flip it, change it,
put it in your magazine.
But oh, whats this?
My name in the byline?
Should I be so grateful to
the beast that broke me?
Thank you Lodestar, my love.

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Silver Promisies

Is this all?
I could have sworn there was more...
More than these green trees
More than the blue skies
More than these strawberries, tart as they are.

I guess the TV promised more.
I want epiphanies, not trees.
I want a moment where like does a 180
Flips up and dances.
This chest should not only be covered in hair
but girls--women, money.
Because I expect.

I expect...
From the strings of lines
delivered in comedic times
and the streams of slime
shot into the sexy eyes
and the tales of wonder,
magic, and might, and
the desserts and things that
taste-just-right
I expect more.

More than my hands
More than what my tongue has
already tasted.

But when I see my dreams splattered
on the glowing screens
before I have even a chance to
aquire them...
There is nothing to inspire them,
or me.

So I sit here, and expect.
More, more than me.
Besides: that's all I see.
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Thats all for now, I will probably do more later.

So today I wrote my weird college essay that I will send to schools who like that shit. here it is, I have not gone over it once for spelling or grammar, feel free to edit.

I was born September 5th 1990, and ever since I can remember, people have called me Clint Mullins. Some people believe that when you see me your brain just kind of says, “That’s a Clint Mullins.” Others believe it was a divine name, that was destine to be placed on me, a leaf to a tree, rose to a thorn, and whatnot. My parents claim they call me that because they chose it and wrote it in my birth certificate. Good try Mom and Dad, but I feel the name is too fitting for such careless guessery. I may never know the truth behind this label that I possess, but I certainly feel that the name and I, well, we have a good relationship.
This wasn’t always the case however, and there are some days where I wish the name would back off, you know? Enough is enough, sometimes. For instance, when I was filling out college applications I was getting a little mad at the name. It seemed that every form I filled out the name just had to be the center of attention. It was everywhere! You wouldn’t believe it. It became this pretentious being. It was like, “don’t put me in order here, make sure you put the last name first, then the middle name, then the first name.” It was trying to reinvent itself and totally failing. Then it would switch things up again and say, “Oh, no, no. Only my initials here, thanks.” The nerve…. But those things don’t happen too often. Usually my name is perfect.
Except when I was a child and the president happened to be Bill Clinton. So every new person I met would give me a little smirk when they heard my name and say, “Were you named after the president?” Was I named after the president? “What a stupid question,” I would say, “Was I named after the man who was put into office three years after my birth?” I would say, but then I thought about it more, “Actually, he was the governor of Arkansas, so probably.” This realization helped me see that even before becoming the president, one can still accomplish things that will get people to name their children after you. This was another small instance where my name and I wanted to take a break from each other. We decided against it because the break would be to messy, we have the same friends and things would just be weird. But my name has been so true to me the rest of my life.
Actually, except that now Bill Clinton is out of office people tend to call me Clint Eastwood. I don’t know how they get Eastwood out of Mullins. I mean, the two names only share one letter, and even then the letters are in separate places. Everyone does it, so there must be something I am missing.
I feel as if I am getting off track now. The point of this essay is that I have a lovely name that fits me very well. When someone says, “Clint” I usually look up and like pieces of the puzzle, everything just falls into place. Maybe my name hasn’t been so kind to me in the past, but I know it will help me in the future. I could have been named Michael, and I would be the quarterback for our football team. I could have been named Arthur, and been the head of the math team, punching out numbers like clockwork. I could have been named Barney, and been an overweight purple dinosaur on a children’s show. But I am named Clint Frank Mullins, and I have my own path to clear. I have my own ambitions, and own choices to make, and even if people try to relate me to others with similar names today, I know that in the future, there will be no comparison, I will be Clint Frank Mullins, and that will be enough.

END END END (this is not part of it)

This next paragraph was what I wrote after the part where I said I want someone to be named after me, but unforutnetly it got way off topic and crazy:

That is actually my goal in life. Not my number one priority, but still important. Its in my top twenty things to do before I die, up there with “really living.” I always hear about really living on commercials for things like diet shakes, or Yo-Play yogurt. Apparently, many people are half-living, because they haven’t tried the newest flavor of Yo-Play yogurt, and if you haven’t tried the newest flavor, you aren’t really living. I am currently among these zombie-like humans who have been fooled to think they are living by doing things like breathing and eating, but someday I know I will grab life by the horns.




Anyway, any feedback would be appreciated. AND REMEMBER THIS IS GOING TO GO TO COLLEGES so do not be overly nice. That won't help. I want the truth. Also, I have a normal college essay as well.

TOOODLES

Well, lodestar is done. It is good fun, except when you realize that the democracy that judges the papers is ruled by freshman.

Next year is going to be the 30th year of Lodestar. The amount of filth I am going to plaster between those 50 pages is going to break boundires of what can be considered legal pornography.

I have been living pretty well lately. Hiccups here and there, but nothing that is giving me an overwhelming sense of doom. I really want to raise kids. I have decided this. But I wish I could just stay home from my job and basically freeze time to teach them how to be like me, but better. I will have one be the determined go getter who plays sports, but the other will be a relaxed, yet lovable, creature who will eventually mooch off of the determined one.

I have another song I recorded, but I did it a while ago and forgot to post it. Its called "Everyday." Its pretty much standard love song lyrics shoved under some uplifting piano. But I had fun with it, so if you want to listen, go here.

Finals are soon, summer is right after. Life is doing good. I saw sex and the city and a huge penis.

The movie was better than most critics are saying, but I think it was mostly fun because I had so much fun with Moira sitting there and laughing at the 22 year old male who was sitting in front of us, laughing and laughing, all alone.

Do you know what the key to happiness is? Being busy. People get depressed when they don't have enough to do and then they think about things that upset them like:
-problems
-apocilypse
-death
-etc.
The only times I get real down are when I have too much time to think about everything in my life that isn't perfect. I haven't been feeling that lately, and its a good thing.

I beat GTAIV.

'nuff said.

There is a Ben folds song called "Kate"

It is very good, but it is one of those songs where everyone can say, "THis reminds me of my girlfriend and the bond we share!" Thats the thing, I am not into the whole mass market of girlfriend. I like em different. BUT HERES THE REAL THING: everyone is different and when someone says their girlfriend is special the only thing I can think is, "well, duh"

You know what can really kill a boner? Well, start watching porn and think about the girl's other movies. Not her pornographic ones, but her home movies from when she was a child. Her first steps, her first words, the way she smiled and said, "mama..." Not only do you go flaccid but you feel really bad and wonder what happened to daddy's little girl that she is now being filmed calling some well-hung stranger "daddy " as he destroys any chance of future conception with his rectum wrecking rod.

By the way, rectumwreckers.com. I made up that name, I think it is catchy. The whole porn industry is actually very comical. It is the equivilent of a man eating cardboard while watching a video of someone eating cake, and yet, somehow the man is satisfied. Did he eat the cake? No, but he kinda gets the idea, and chews happily.

The best thing in porn is when a really expericenced girl has no elasticity left and the guys start deflating, but to compensate the girl screams something like, "Is that all you got? Fuck me harder!" Newsflash: Thats all hes got for your wasted* wonderparts!


My speculations are over, now: ROCKBAND.

I have been playing it a whole bunch. Now I am on the HARD drums. Thats just how I am: hard. If anyone wants to jam, give me a ring, or a tap, or a "hey clint!" at school, and depending on my tolerance of you, you could be here, playing along with me. Nick "sister sexer"
 Fenegarbage, Sam "i before e" stieger, and paige "former golver" glover are all coming over tomorrow, or actually today, officailly, to play.

I keep getting good grades. My GPA went from (last quarter) 3.34 to a (this quarter) 3.85. If you wieght that bitch I am off the fucking charts!**

GTAIV is coming out soon, I am pretty pumped. Me 'n steve are going to get it together, forever! 16 player online is going to be great, provided that I make more friends.

Well, I am tired, and I have a hair cut tomorrow, (don't tell moira!).

IF YOU READ THIS JOURNAL and are looking for some things to do, here is a list of stuff that is fun, or funny:

Easy:
-Check out encyclopediadramatica.com ---very funny stuff
-Choke yourself with one hand, while you choke yourself with the other...you know what I mean..:)
-The next time a black person yells "Shotgun!" you must say, "Alright, rOsa..." reall sarcasticlike.

Harder:
-rent curb your enthusiasm on DVD. This guy created scienfeld and now has a show on HBO, its very good
-write something and send it to rhslodestar@gmail.com (WRITE ANYTHING AND SEND IT PLEASE!)
-finger your own butthole repeatedly, without pooping


This is Clint, and once again, I must leave you. I love you, my faithful reader(s). Please stay with me...


-Goodnight

*I mean this is the sense that her vagina was smashed, pulverized, overused and now generally useless. I DIDN'T mean that her vagina was wasted on his dick, you know?
**This is the sentence where I swear to appeal to the kids

So, over the course of the last 3 years I have really become an assman. But not just with sexual desire, but more with honest curiosity. Butts seem like the end all for interesting. Some are big, others aren't, some are hard like a rock, and others hang down, SOME even do both. There are good butts and bad butts, but in the end, a butt is a good thing. Much like humanity. Except humanity is a bad thing, but you get the idea.

TRUE STORY:

One time, when Moira dragged me to youth group we were both sitting there laughing at a christian magazine (God is in your water!lololol) I looked up and saw some 11 year old boy. and I said, "Moira...look at his butt"

Thats when we knew I had a problem. But then again, I feel like butts are a safe obsession. I am not one to spank or squeeze strangers, nor am I all that tempted, so thats safe. Plus I've got a butt all my own... but its pretty flabby, but then I've got an even better butt, just not with me all the time. The best part about that one is there is a lovely girl attached. Life handed me lemons, and I spanked them. nice.

Other updates include:

-I got an A+ in chemistry this quarter, go figure
-I love butts
-really
-I have ROCKBAND!! Commence parties with this theme.
-I have gotten fatter (but whos counting?)
-I love videogames again


So Lately I have been pretty moody. Not like very depressed or anything, but just all the stuff like ACTs, College, work, school, sports(lawl), and such has added up. My free time is dwindling, and my ability to do nothing is gone! I still get around to doing nothing, but it is much more of a challange. The self worth I feel isn't even worth losing my nothing time.

Alas...

I wish when i got upset, angry, or sad there would be a little meter that would tell me, "You are so right!" or "Suck it wuss" or something reassuring so I could judge feelings objectively. Feelings are stupid. Unless they are good ones, or intelligent. Like loving butts. Thats a good feeling. Butts are everywhere. All around you, especially on stairs.

Do me a favor, you. The next time you walk up the stairs, instead of looking up at someones head, look straight, at someones butt, and think of me.

Current Music: Well, I farted..

Hey there, Clint Here.

(face anyone?)

Well, its late and thursday. My life is going down two different roads. One road is pretty happy, with a good college stuff in the future, and good social life going on, lots of ...good stuff. The other, however, is annoying, which is bad college stuff, bad social life etc. It seems I can't choose a path but i life flipping back and forth (with my dick(lol)). But thats okay. I will just go to A-train college.

A-Train College
Take the A-Train To Success!

I have accepted things: I am going to college
But there are some things I don't want to accept: I have to go to college

I am living a lie! Alright But I have good news too.

=A+ from Gabbay on an English Paper
=85-95 on chem stuff
=history is a joke, and thus, I don't care about the grades I get there. If anyone asks, it is a couincidence that history grades are bad and unimportant
=Math is great. I helped organize an inschool poster project that will waste only in class time with Mr. B. Lovely. Also I am making people bring in pies for pie day.
=Art is alright
=Moira's haircut has grown on me, I hope to return the favor

BAd news:
I don't know, stuff


Hey all you LJ fans let me hear you clap you hands. The fact that our cheerleaders are no longer consist of mostly retarded girls is really killing some serious bonage that made me feel quite honestly mean and happy.

But thats okay. I have compensated by talking about retarded kids in art class with sam and paige and dickhole (I think its spelled Christian).


Question: How many penis jokes here?

First person to get them all is kind of loose.

Current Music: rent...............

I have a new song called "useless"

its pretty jazzy.

Did you know that jazz used to equal sex?
(ie. Hey lets go jazz up that drunk girl)

anyways, its here: http://www.purevolume.com/clintmullinsandthepiano
I also have compiled 7 or 8 of my songs for some sort of another albumish.
I don;t like saying its my third album, because I hardly consider what I do as songwriting, but technically it is.
I am getting better a little bit though. I can feel it. Its very nice. very very.

I call the album "Schizophrenic by Melody" because it is half jazzy stuff, and half whiney technoish stuff and some craziness. All of the songs are messy, as mine usually are. But if anyone wants a copy, give me a hoot.

In other news: In english we got new books and she told us to write in numbers for them (you know what I mean)

so I made one book 1337. And it will be forever 1337 until it is in tatters on the floor of some morons house (probably 10 years).

Sweet, sweet, jesus.

I told a girl in Mass Effect that I believed in god to get in her pants. And it worked. Its funny if you think about it.
Guys go on dates and try to impress girls, buy all the stuff, etc all to get in their pants. By this logic, girls should hate having sex. right? WRONG. Guys are just getting gypped everyday by the females of the world.

Truly a tragedy.

Live journal is so stupid.

The only reason to have an online journal is so everyone can read about you. Well, thats stupid. Everyone with an online journal is egotistical...

unless you are plugging your website, which has a new song. (Check it)

Otherwise, its christmas. I am very excited to play videogames. Foreals, this time, i swear it!

Okay, so I have a new song. And I like it. Its cute. Give it a listen: http://www.purevolume.com/clintmullinsandthepiano

Its called poop, but its not actually called that. Its more of a filler until I can find a better name. But these days who has the time, am I right?

I wrote and recorded it in half an hour. You can probably tell, because its pretty damn simple.

Did you know pimple's origins are in france. Pimps used to always have cum on their faces (it was a status thing) thus causing much acne to be in place. Le Pimp was what pimps were called and eventually (through slang, later adopted as proper) pimple became the word.

Well, I have to do some chem. You know what. I like Mr. Spanelli. He tells it like it is.

Although sometimes I wish it wasn't

Your favorite cunt nigger "im a ninja" dinosaur riding, robot bleeding, black tight wearing, inappropriate year round, don't give a damn, man,


Clint!