Ryan

Peanutbutter = Sunscreen

Fri, 01 Oct 2004 06:15:47 GMT

Holding true to form, I have not written in my journal for a god awful length of time. Not that the time itself was god awful, but more so that it has been a really long time. Not that i care, but i figured that it was worth mentioning. As i don't really know what has changed with me since my last entry, but judging by my last few sentances, i seem to have stopped uppercasing my i's. i'll have to do something about that in the future. But, on the whole, things are going very well with me. Oh, and, don't bother trying to make any sense of the subject. If anyone actually used peanutbutter as sunscreen they would be devoured by hungry squirrels in a less than a minute. Yeah, because I don't really know what to talk about, I think that I will write a haiku:

Some times I wonder
If bees can think about stuff
Oatmeal is very good

Good, having forfilled the haiku requirement, I will continue on with my journal entry. Hmmm, my band is playing tommarow, that should be fun. Rock. What else? Hmmmm, oh yeah, with the help of a courageous fellowship of friends and allies, I embarked on a perious mission to destroy the legendary One Ring. Oh, wait... no, that was just a plot summery of the first Lord of the Rings movie. Sorry to confuse you like that. Yeah, there is not a great deal going on with me, except for this one thing, which I'm not going to talk about, but i will mention just to confuse the hell out of everyone. Yeah, I'm confused as hell about it, and am desperately seeking advice that is not there to be sought. Ok, now that i have (intentally) confused everyone i think that I will go to bed. I'll write more later, how much later i don't know. (haha) Oh and: Hunting Frodo are servants of the Dark Lord, Sauron, the Ring's evil creator. If Sauron reclaims the Ring, Middle-earth is doomed.

~Ryan A. McGuire

hahahaha

Mon, 05 Apr 2004 23:51:57 GMT

Yeah thats right, I have not updated my journal in months. And there's nothing you can do to stop me from waiting another three or four years before my next entry. Hahahaha. Sorry about that little outburst, in the future, I will try to be more normal. (yeah, like thats going to happen). Well, to tell the truth the real reason that I have not updated my journal in so long is that I believe that the government uses livejournal.com in order to monitor our lives in case we do anything suspicious or un-patriotic. (I seem to have already broken my promise of not being weird) Well, because I have no idea what I wrote in my last entry, I suppose I have quite a bit of stuff to report on. But because that would take way to long and I barely have the attention span for even this, I think instead of telling you what I have been up to, I am going to tell a story about a boy who got a bicycle for his birthday. Once upon a time, there was a boy who turned fourteen and for his birthday he got a bicycle. He loved that bicycle and he rode it for hours and hours. He named the bicycle Stewart the Bicycle. He even liked the shiny silver helmet that came with it, which he wore so that he would stay safe. Sometimes the boy would pretend that he was a motorcycle racer and would speed around the neighborhood. Oh, it was great fun. Then he sold the bicycle for drug money. He later checked into rehab. THE END
Looking back at my story I think that I might have been easier if I had filled you in on my life since my last entry. Probably less weird. But, only a little. Ok, that will do it for now. I will see you again in another couple of months or so. Hahaha! (sorry)

Pants are not part of a daily breakfast

Sat, 20 Sep 2003 03:32:00 GMT

Yes, once again, there isn't a whole lot to report today. Ah, wait, I have to go, can't finish journal entry. can't speak complete sentance. must go. force be with you. finish updating tomarrow. you can dance if you want to. you can leave your friends behind. sorry, i thought I was a memeber of an 80's band for a moment there. Yes, if you haven't figured it out yet, I am indeed losing my mind. I will take more vitamins. should help. Word :)

Ha, there can only be one master of the dancing camel!

Sat, 06 Sep 2003 23:06:43 GMT

Yes, again my subject for my journal means nothing. Well, hi there everyone! I will pause as you all make your enthusiastic responses. Ok, well I, following precedent, have again not written in quite some time, but believe it or not there is actually reason for this. As you may or may not know, I have been at college for the past two/three weeks or so (I really should know how long I have been here, but to tell you the truth, I'm really not much of a time person). Quite honestly, the first week or so was hell, as it proper well should be. I, along with many other of my peers were suddenly thrown into an unknown environment filled with an incredible many unknown people, away from most familiarity. Because of that I refrained from writing in my live journal, so that every entry I wrote wouldn't sound like this: "This is stupid, I'm bored, I forgot to pack any socks, I don't know anyone, someone just set fire to my cousin, etc., etc., etc." So now that I am more or less accustomed to my new situation, I will take the time to write in my live journal, letting everyone who reads this (is there anyone who actually reads this and if so, why would you ever want to inflict something like this upon yourself?). So far things are going pretty well. Well, thats about all I have to cover at the moment, actaully there really is a whole bunch more, but for the moment I have to go eat, so you won't get to hear any of it until later. So, until then, bye.

The washing machine is not a toy

Fri, 15 Aug 2003 06:58:08 GMT

Before continuing with the update of my live journal I probably should let everyone know that the subject really has nothing to do with me or my life. It really is there for no reason. But despite the lack of reason for it being there, it is not a message that should be ignored. The washing machine is not a toy. If you have or have ever seen any children shout this message to them many times in a loud powerful voice. They will be more likely to listen to you if you speak in a loud powerful voice because then they may be confused into thinking that you are God. This is a public service announcement from Ryan McGuire. Ok, I'll be the first to admit that the my entire entry up to this point we really pretty weird. But then again I'm not making anyone read these, so I guess that it is my right to be as weird as I please. Yep, leaving for college on tuesday, crazy. I probably should start packing. I'll need at least three pairs of underwear for starters. Maybe more. Wish me luck.

Here is a smiley face : )

Thu, 07 Aug 2003 16:43:48 GMT

There is no particular reason for that subject heading, I just really like smiley faces. They say so much in so little space. Ok, I admit that this current journal entry has no particular point other then just to update my journal so I will keep it brief. Well lately not too much is going on, I am pleased to say that I only have two more days of work left, which sits very well with me. I think that on my last day, I will try to lead as many customers into the bathroom and lock them there. Periodically throughout the day I would come and slip them food, don't worry. Well the only other thing that I have to report is that I will be leaving for school in about twelve days, where I will still write in this to inform everyone of my crazy college adventures (like studying). Well goodbye until later.
~Ryan

This is your brain ((())) this is your brain on summer (@)

Wed, 23 Jul 2003 06:41:25 GMT

Well all of you wonderful readers out there is on line journal land (it's a provence of Canada I think), I have made yet another triumphant return to my on line diary. Oh hurray for me. On the whole at the moment my mood is rather depressed, which is why I will draw a frowny face now to represent my depressed mood. :( (Notice the lack of smile) There is a couple of reasons that I a depressed, one that I will share and one that I will keep to myself. It seems that the summer, the summer I had so many plans for is now just about over and it seems that I never really did anything. But I guess thats ok, because as silly as it sounds, I have enjoyed myself, and though it didn't quite go as planned it really has been on of the better summers. I will pause to apologizefor my griping. I apologize for my griping. Give me a break though, it's late and I'm depressed, I'm allowed to gripe. I'm depressed because the summer's just about finishing up, along with a few other things, and it's time to move on and all. I think I'm just going to miss some stuff. But that is enough whining out of me so the rest this entry will consist of lyrics from the movie beaches (probably the wrong lyrics at that). Did you ever know that your my hero, your everything I hope to be. I can fly higher than an eagle, cause you are the wind beneath my wings. That was fun, bye for now.

Hurray for Summer, I think

Sun, 06 Jul 2003 20:13:28 GMT

This entry is going to be filled almost entirly with crap. I figured that some sort of warning was in order of an entry such as this. Summer has started for almost a month now, and am I excited? I wish I was but to tell you the truth, so far I have had more fun during the school year. Do you have any idea how wrong that really is? Ok, so it's not as bad as all that, but there really is something that I need to gripe about as most of my summer has been spent stitting around and working. It seems that whenever something is going on, I am working and whenever nothing is going on, I'm not working, which in turn leaves me to sit around and wait to work, during which I will miss something I would want to do. It's kind of twristed. Ok, that is certainly enough griping for right now. Aside from that I am doing well. And there is about 43 more days until I go to collage, crazy. Bye for now.

Look: Journal Entry

Mon, 12 May 2003 23:50:20 GMT

I swear to God, if I start another one of these journal entries with something unbelievably stupid like "I'm sorry I haven't written in a while" I am going to make a point of shooting myself in the toe with a pellet gun. So with that in mind, I make no apologies for not writing in so long. In fact, I make the opposite of apologies. If I was to create some sort of token that represented everything apologetic I would spit on it and then feed it to my dog. (By the way I don't really have a dog, but I suppose that if such an occasion arose, I could borrow one)That being said, there really is not a whole much to report on. I have given up completely on trying to introduce myself as, I don't really remember what I have told about me in previous entries, and, to tell the truth, I have no particular urge to go back and read them. As for what's going on in my life there is not a lot going on. I have big plans to blow up a watermelon this summer but that is really kind of a ways off, so I don't really need to be thinking about that just yet. Last weekend was just lovely, the highlight of which seeing Mike, a friend of mine, break into the center of a Hispanic dance party and begin to moonwalk. I also ate a free pie, French silk. It wasn't bad, but that reminds me that I still have half that pie in my freezer right now, so I do believe I am going to go eat it.

It's been a while

Sat, 26 Apr 2003 14:14:51 GMT

Ok, granted I am kind of a busy person, but really, I would have thought that I could have done better than this. It has been, what, three weeks since my last entry, and that is just sad. Of course it's only a little sad as I is not as sad as a crying clown. Right. Well, to make matters worse I do not have a great deal of time right now, but I feel obligated to write something at least to please the dark Gods of livejournal.com. Right now it is morning and I am going to go eat breakfast. This is really very exciting for me. Bye, I'll talk more later.

My name is Ryan spelled backwards is is Nayr, but no one calls me that. It would be weird.

Wed, 02 Apr 2003 04:36:19 GMT

Hi, this is, as far as I know, my first entry here on the on-line journal, assuming of course that I do not use the computer in my sleep. I am not ruling this out as a possibility as I think I do a whole bunch of weird stuff in my sleep. Once I woke up in the pantry. It was kind of traumatizing. This is of course not to mention the fact that I have a tendency to sleep with my eyes open, a useful habit in class but it does have the tendency to weird people out on long car trips. Yeah, I'm a freak. I'm sort of glad that I got this out into the open right now rather than waiting for you to discover it on your own which you inviability would. (you of course being anyone that may read this, and to tell you the truth I can't imagine that anyone actually will; In fact it would probably be safer for you if you didn't because after all, reading is a very dangerous thing. Especially something this weird. Yes by the way, I know that is a sentence fragment.) Well, I suppose for my first journal entry I probably should say something about myself to the reader that I have inviability frightened off by now. Well, I just had my eighteenth birthday four days ago and I have already won three dollars in lottery tickets. I think this is the beginning of a wonderful future. I get the feeling that I am going to be a lottery junkie. Maybe I'll sell my children for lottery tickets someday. This is of course assuming I'll have children, I may not, in which case I'll have to sell my vital organs as instead. I think, because I really can not think of anything better to write about at the moment, I will write about my birthday, I suppose. I think that of most of my birthdays it was really one of the better ones. But because I really have to go I will tell you all (assuming of course there is a you all) about it later. Cool bye.