me and my email that spawned this whole deal...wow.  Opposite view in bold, mine regular.

enjoi.




all right ya hookers, if you never read my blog (when I  had one) then stop reading this and close this window right now.  You're worthless..
 okay, maybe not worthless, but you missed out on a LOT  of funny stuff, all while being a little angry and more than a little cynical. Being a genius didn't hurt either.
 but yes, the reason I  wrote an email: ah yes, the infamous "MySpace Bulletin Questionairres."  How exactly did I come across such things?  Well, as most of you don't know, www.myspace.com has been blocked from accessed at the Stetz household due to a blog I wrote that was a little too private to be on the internet.  You can't even get to the homepage.
...or can you?
You?  Perhaps not.
Sheldie?  You're DAMN right I can.
So I did a bit of detective work  and a little changing of a few things and I was in.  No, I don't have another profile.  No, I don't plan on making one. No, she wasn't technically 18 at the time.
But none of that matters.  All that does matter is that technically I can get into the system...as insignificant as that is...
I'd also like to say that I think I'll be getting a LiveJournal or something of such  sometime, to keep the blog going.  That way, those of you who only use MySpace to read my blogs can still read my blogs, just not on  MySpace.
Furthermore, I'd like to say a big "fuck you guys" to the whores out there.   Most of you probably won't get this email, but if in fact you do, fuck you.  I hate you.
well, "hate" is a little strong.
 "I'm sick > of you and your little selfish games."
 Yes, that'll do nicely.
 Back to derailing my train of happiness, here's a random  survey thingy to keep you occupied whilst I go  and flaunt my youth and brilliance as I'm  lighting things on fire
Q1) I HURT: my  leg today while skating

Q2) I LOVE: Sublime.

Q3) I HATE: people who think they think "way too much."  Fuck you guys, I  don't wanna hear it.  When you haven't slept in 3 days because you can't stop thinking about things that don't even apply to you, then  you can come crying to me and we'll have a pity party together.
also, people who do things "for my own good."  How do you know what my own good is?  How do you know what I need and want?  How do you know what MY best interests are?

Q4) I FEAR: living in Idaho Falls any longer than I have to

Q5) I HOPE: that someday i will have it figured out

Q6) I FEEL: sick at the moment

Q7) I BREAK: spirits.

Q8) I LISTEN:  whatever  I feel like.  Right now: Disturbed - "Fear

Q9) > I HIDE:  whatever you don't deserve to know.  That's right: Deserve to know.

Q10) I DRIVE:  myself crazy.  I become an animal.   And I also hate when people say they do the same, cuz it's all in your head, and while this may sound slightly contradicting or something, there are MUCH greater degrees of thinking and driving oneself to insanity than you can possibly even comprehend.

Q11) > I PLAY:  whatever game I feel like winning.

Q12) I BREATHE:  in, I breathe out; I put one foot in front of the other and take one day at a time.

Q13) I MISS:  the non-angry Sheldie.  I miss Mindie being around all the time.  I miss  being happy like I was in the shack yesterday...God that was awesome.  Austin stopped by and we talked for a while, then I listened to Sublime for 2 1/2 hours and just sat around and DIDN'T think about anything. It was one of the msot uplifting and free moments I've ever had.  I was totally relaxed.  I didn't think about how much I hate you goddamn whores (not all of you...see reference to "whores" near the top of the email:  18  lines down)

Q14) I LEARNED:  that you can't trust anybody with anything because everyone will lie to you and let you down and at the last second change their mind...or try to make you change yours.  And at the time, you're so trusting of that person and you're okay with them that you actually let them get away with it and they change you.    A small part of you, but granted, it's more than they  should have been able to.  Then I hate myself for weeks on end and eventually hate her too.    Whore

Q15) I KNOW:  why things aren't always as pretty on the inside...and yet beauty is only skin deep, and the real and good things are on the inside.  What happens when the inside is black and hollow and cold?  Hmmm...you know, I should have seen it coming, and yet I didn't. Oh well, I'll deal with it.  I have to.  Otherwise people become endangered and no one wants that...that affects many more lives than I could ever even hope to

Q16) I SAY:  whatever I'm thinking.  (friggin whores. I'm sick of you and your little selfish games.)
 see?  I say what I'm thinkin.  While I'm at it, I'd like to extend you all an invitation to ask me a question.  Anything.  Ah yes, another MySpace staple bulletin. Catch  with this one: you had to read this far to get it.   Good for you, you  win absolutely nothing.  Wanna know why?  I'm NOT gonna answer your question.  I'm going to tell you you can ask one, but when you do, I'm gonna totally ignore it and then lie to you about it and promise you  I'll get to it and then never actually do anything about it.   You're welcome.  You can call anyone who does that a whore now.  That's what I  do,  and hey,  it works for me.

 Q17) I DREAM:  about weird things.

Q18) I FEEL:   cynical, doubtful, dirty, unshaven (which is weird...I shaved this morning...hmm), angry, lost, found, intelligent, Godly

Q19) I WAIT:  for  Jesus to come back.  That'll be the day I say "well whaddya know...you  guys were right....huh....how do ya like that...well,  see ya in Hell, ya sinners”

Q20) I NEED:  to shoot anyone who puts "I need to stop asking why things happen" because you have no clue just what it is to question why.  This could be another "greater degrees" speech, but you've already heard that one, so scroll up, find anything to do with thinking and driving oneself to insanity and replace it with soemthing to do with asking why and being curious.

Q21) I THINK:  that I need to get some  sleep.
 On second thought, no. I don't.  I need closure, separation, and a bottle of Tylenol.
Oh, and an H-Bomb would be pretty good too, if you happen to have one laying around

there ya have it.  Installment 1 of many to come.  I'm still here, and the wings are fully flared and I'm ready to rock  and roll.  Bring it...whatcha got?










ohh..pick me!!! whore!!! stay off my myspace! I don't know how you did it but you read that bulletin. I know it cause a lot of these are replies to what i wrote. it's none of your  damn  business. stay out. I didn't make you  read any of that. It's not my  problem that you didn't like what i wrote. deal with it. we are all entitled to opinions. And maybe just maybe you  could realize that other  people have a lot of shit in their lives too!! You are not the ONLY one  with problems. quit making yourself look like such a fucking martyr.  you're not one, get over it!!! I'm sick of listening to this bitching that  you have the worst life ever and that no one knows what it is "true" misery or shit like that is. you are not the only smart one here. You may just be suprised when you "higher" thinking is beat out...because it ain't that much higher than everyone else. get it through your narrow mind! okay? you have the potential to be a genius but you are too narrow minded to  even realize it is only POTENTIAL. You are  not there yet.  you are not some super genius that knows more than all of the rest of us. if you're gonna read my bulletins you're gonna have to realize that was YOUR choice and you have NO right to whine about any of its  contents. you could have walked away at any point, but you didn't. so  deal.








I haven't been on  yours.  I haven't even been to your page in weeks.  The day before I lost mine was the last time, to be precise, so calm down.
read your  bulletin?  Hardly
Those are things that everyone puts so they can try and be all "deep and thoughtful" or something.  Sad part: 90% of those jack-offs aren't at all.  The biggest and toughest thought they've had all day is "What shirt should I wear today?"
Also, did you notice the other references to general MySpace things?
"I'd like to extend you all  an invitation to ask me a question.  Anything.  Ah yes, another MySpace staple bulletin."
I didn't single anyone out in particular...and for good  reason.

Back to other things I have to say:
"It's not my problem that you didn't like what i wrote."
So why are you whining about it and  trying to reprimand me for saying things you didnt like that I wrote? I believe we can call that "mildly hypocritical."

While I'm at it, I think I'll tackle this one too:
"And maybe just maybe you could realize that other people have a lot of  shit in their lives too!! You are not the ONLY one with problems."
Idea:  go look at the email again, and tell me if you can find (anywhere) that says that other people have completely happy lives and I'm the only one with a problem.  I'll give you time, don't worry.

now that you've gone searching and you've come back with a stupid look on your face, I'd like yo point out what you already know: I didn't say that.  I never will.  That's ignorant and stupid and people should be kicked in the..uh..."reproductive organs" for saying things like that.  That makes no sense.  Everybody's got
problems, but it's a thing of magnitude and degree.

"quit making  yourself look like such a fucking martyr."
Why martyrdom?  And for what  purpose would I be dying to have people follow  after me and strengthen
their beliefs in?   Perhaps martyr isn't the word you're looking for.

"that was YOUR choice and you have NO right to whine about any of its contents"
yes, had I read them... I know that it's a choice to read things.  I've said that more times than anyone I can think of, becuase quite frankly, I write more offensive and out-of-line stuff than anyone else.  Most people's blogs and bulletins are either  surveys, quiz results, song lyrics, or "OMG! HE LOOKED AT ME TODAY!!! *faints* "    Personally, I think that's rather pathetic.  True, I'm guilty of putting song lyrics in mine from tmie to time, but it's usually  accompanied with a paragraph or two explaining why and similarities or something of that nature.  Maybe I'm just crazy, but if you don't have anythign to say, then don't say anything.  I'm not a fan of small talk, I like to get straight to the point and get things over with and solved.   *sarcasm* Heaven forgive me.

"I'm sick of listening to this bitching  that you have the worst life ever and that no one knows what it is "true" misery or shit like that is."
Let's go check everything I said again…
 *pause*
Nope, didn't ONCE say that I had the worst life  ever, or anything to do with knowing 'true misery."  I did say that most people have no clue just what it is to question why, but that has nothing to do with "true misery" or whatever straw yo're grapsing at  there.  I also said that when you haven't  slept in 3 days because you  can't stop thinking about things that don't even apply to you, then you  can come crying to me and we'll have a pity party together (verbatim).   That has absolutely nothing to do  with anything even clsoely related to  misery, let alone "true misery.”

 Shifting slightly, I got an  email that says you posted a blog.  Pray  tell  what it was?
And if it's even remotely close to anything about me and this little email you wrote to me( Like I think it does, the timing's too close and the tone of the email would suggest the motive), I'd appreciate it if you did a follow-up to the blog with my response.  You know, to kinda clear things up for everyone else that may or may not know







"And if it's even remotely close to anything  about me and this little email you wrote to me( Like I think it does, the timing's too close and the tone of the email would suggest the motive),  I'd appreciate it if you did a follow-up to the blog with my response.  You know, to kinda clear things up for everyone else that may or may not know"
hahaha...don't give yourself soooo much credit. i mean honestly.  wow.. "ooohhh I want to go post a blog about sheldon...pick me pick me...i just cant get over him blah blah..." hahaha YEAH RIGHT! get a life. you  don't know me.  it was much like the email I sent to you. It was a little ass-chewing for anyone who reads what i write and then complains.  don't think that you're THAT important to me. you're not. get over it. so  here ya go. and no. i don't feel like posting your little reply. because  no one knows that you were part of the cause to my blog. you among other  people have finally just pushed me over the edge with all your bulletin crap. so here ya go. you can see that i told EVERYONE else the same thing  i told you about what i write. it wasn't about you. i'm not that childish  or petty.
and a little side-note i'm "mildy hypocritical" try this on for  size " I > HATE...people who do things "for my own good." and I'm hypocritical???  I wonder who taught it to me...

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"hahaha...don't give yourself soooo much credit. i mean honestly. wow.. "ooohhh I want to  go post a blog about sheldon...pick me pick me...i just  cant get over him  blah blah..." hahaha YEAH RIGHT! get a life. you don't know me."
wait......what?  haha, and this is right before you go into "you among other people have finally just pushed me over the edge with all your bulletin  crap."
*mildly amused chuckles*
I was right though: you did post a blog about it.  Perhaps only in a small way with anything to do with me  particularly (the "you among other people" part gives me slight credit), but it still did.  Chalk one up for the kid who's thinking allegedly isn't any higher than anyone else's.
"You may just be suprised when you "higher" thinking is beat out...because it ain't that much higher than everyone else."  Would you (or anyone else for that matter) have put 2 and 2 together and noticed that little detail about teh blog and message and  such?  Nope.  Case in point, thanks.

“pick me pick me...i just cant  get over him blah blah..."
Did I ever say that?  Did I imply it?  Did I mislead you to interperet anythign I said as to mean that?  I didn't...at least I didn't mean to.  I don't care, do whatever, think whatever, but don't do what you're doing and tell me what and who I am and what I've done and not done.  I was there, I kinda already know.

"and a little  side-note i'm "mildy hypocritical" try this on for size " I HATE...people  who do things "for my own good." and I'm hypocritical??? I wonder who taught it to me..."
Good question really, but I'm still kinda missing what you're trying to get at here.  How does that state in any way that I'm mildly hypocritical and/or you're not?   "I wonder who taught it to me..."  What are you implying? Implying things with little subtleties  isn't coming out and saying them, which leaves me with several options as  to what you could possibly mean.  I don't want to have anger towards you for the wrong reason, so I'd appreciate it if you oculd come out and say what you're hinting ever so slightly at. Continually, who are they to decide what's best for anyone else when they  don't know anything about
the other person?  Mom and dad had no idea of anything I am, and yet tehy try to decide what's best for me.  They didn't know I'm an athiest, that I use rather socially unacceptable language, that I can do things that I acn do, that I can write the way I can, that I can argue a point, that I can think more logically and clearly than they can...they don't know anything about me and yet they're trying to do things for my best interest.  That's who I  was talking about.  So thanks for playing "Prove to Sheldie That He's Wasting His Time Talking to People," personal Jesus, but you are the weakest link.  Goodbye.  Game over.  Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.

And speaking of things such as thus, the "i'm not that childish or  petty" comment...wtf?  What is that all about








you know what? no. i'm done. i could come up with some rebuttle meant to hurt you just so you could do the same but i'm not fighting this anymore.  neither of us are getting anywhere. we are just butting heads and hating each other for no reason. i won't do it anymore.






no no, if you can keep going, then by all means, full steam ahead.






no. this is just tearing me apart. trying to fight you only makes me hate myself more. It may give you kicks to fight like this but i have to get out before i hurt myself anymore.