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For all you guys, and some girls.... [Dec. 25th, 2005|03:48 pm]
Bobby Lebendig
[Feelin... |confusedconfused]
[Current Music |something emo]

I got a pair of silk boxer briefs, guys, be warned. My hebrew yule log feels like it's wrapped in plastic cling wrap. Christmas has again, ruined this more Jew's season, and off I go to listen to my emo...and cry.


Fuck you santa claus, you fucking cunt.
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God damn surveys, I was tricked into making one. [Sep. 17th, 2005|10:44 pm]
Bobby Lebendig
[Feelin... |lovedloved]
[Current Music |Trillville-Some Cut (sorry, i'm still white)]

» I committed suicide:
» I said I liked you:
» I kissed you:
» I lived next door to you:
» I started smoking:
» I stole something:
» I was hospitalized:
» I ran away from home:
» I got into a fight and you weren't there:
» Personality:
» Eyes:
» Face:
» Hair:
» Clothes:
» Mannerisms:
[1] Who are you?
[2] Are we friends?
[3] When and how did we meet?
[4] How have I affected you?
[5] What do you think of me?
[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me?
[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?
[8] Do you love me?
[9] Have I ever hurt you?
[10] Would you hug me?
[11] Would you kiss me?
[12] Would you sleep with me?
[13] Are we close?
[14] Emotionally, what stands out?
[15] Do you wish I was cooler?
[16] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I?
[17] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
[18] Am I loveable?
[19] How long have you known me?
[20] Describe me in one word.
[21] What was your first impression?
[22] Do you still think that way about me now?
[23] What do you think my weakness is?
[24] Do you think I'll get married?
[25] What about me makes you happy?
[26] What about me makes you sad?
[27] What reminds you of me?
[28] What's something you would change about me?
[29] How well do you know me?
[30] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
[31] Do you think I would kill someone?
[32] Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?

How often do I ask you to fill out surveys? Like, never. So fill it out!!!

Yeah, so like, if you do it, and put it in yours, you get to see what the hell I think of you. And that's always the most exciting fucking thing that can happen to someone. Other than putting a taser in your rectum. I hate college parties.

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I hate updating....MOOP [Aug. 29th, 2005|04:54 pm]
Bobby Lebendig
[Feelin... |chipperchipper]
[Current Music |FFVII A.C.-Pray]

Whats does your personality rate from 1-10? by morning_prayer
Your first full name
Your personality rates aten!
your best quality isyoure talented
your worst quality isyoure in a clique'
this is becauseits genetic
Quiz created with MemeGen!

I have no idea if that will even show up, it'll probably fuck up and I'll have to delete it, and get all emo and wear tight pants crying about someone, and cutting myself. I'll get over it. I went to the mall today, saw only like 9 people that I know (that's not very many), and got a GIRL'S (giggle giggle) s/n. God I hate that school starts tomorrow, but I'll have to admit not seeing mah BOYZ all summer has gotten me quite bored. I've hung out with too many new people, and not enough of the old. Speaking of old, I saw "Taps" at the mall today, he was being old and tapping his tray, and I could help but look down at his grapefruit-sized testicle. That man has got all the bitch's wantin him. I got alot of clothes today and a new pair of shoes, Jewriot's back in business. Time to go chill with some....people, at the mall. Thank god the mall's not boring or anything, that would really make Altoona suck. Until next update, in about 5 or 6 months.

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poopies [Mar. 22nd, 2005|08:50 pm]
Bobby Lebendig
[Feelin... |flirtyflirty]
[Current Music |Darude]

I had a great time last weekend, too bad most of it I can't remember, Devin and I are champions, Dan smells good, Matt got a really good knock knock joke, and Mike Ferreta shit his pants... I don't know what else to update about that won't get me in trouble, so I just thought I'd post this.

You scored as 8 inches +. Dang! lucky


8 inches +


6-7 inches


5 incher


not quite there


3-4 incher


How big is your penis
created with QuizFarm.com

I beat you steve. and I can't wait for josh to come home. good times to come, my friend.

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UPDATE UPDATE UUUUUPDDDAAAATE [Jan. 10th, 2005|05:50 pm]
Bobby Lebendig
[Feelin... |hothot]
[Current Music |Themdius---Life's Odyssey]

Hello friends and...well friends. I can't believe I haven't updated since November, that's like so last year girlfriend ACH! Well, since then I've gotten a large vocabulary in German and JUST today took my Chem midterm. I dominated, and left bodies and crying babies in my wake. Mmmmm, baaaabiesss. Well I think I'll start back as far as I can remember. Josh came home for Christmas vacation, and we hung out so much, drove around and broke people's ears in the back of his car from his SUBS. Yeeeeah, we went to just about every corner of Pennsylvania. Got our tattoos touched up, and chased rigs on i-99. His car's a fast mutha. OOOOOH, I almost forgot the best part. During the X-mas vacation, I actually hung out with Da Mike and Steve alot. So we're traveling somewhere w/ a girl whose name I will not mention, and Da Mike decides to play PIDIDDLE. This means that for every taillight or headlight that we see out on a car, an article of clothing must be taken off. So it's me in the rear passenger, steve in the rear driver-side, and the girl somewhere around there. I of course, on the one day a year that I decide not to wear underwear because mumsy didnt wash ANY of my Joe Boxer shorts, so I decided another few hours wouldn't hurt. This happens to be the night we play pididdle. Ugh, my clothes didn't last long, at all. Before I knew it, I was naked and poor steve sitting beside me was in the fetal position. Now Da Mike, who was driving, did not know that I really took all my clothes off, looks back and says "Holy JesusmotherofGod!!". The car, swerved. The girl was also quite unclothed, but in a much better situation than I. All in all we had fun, and in the end I got a kiss on the cheek(from the girl), I don't even know why, really. But we had a good time, and even Da Mike said I had a good naked body, "very healthy" even. Thanks Mikey......
Another adventure with Da Mike led to me showing my Jew-Nazi-ness and stabbing and punting x-max decorations. Oh boy, I dont think I should go into much detail in that. But granted Mike told me I was the funniest "mother fucker" he knew, and he knows alot of people. So through the course of weeks, I went to Hannah's b-day party, went to the Casino party, bringing Steve (winkwink) as my date, and hell, even got a few contact highs from my brother and his friends. Go Moleficus!!! Sooo, my chrismahannahkwanzika morning comes, and I open all the christmas presents wrapped in Hannakah paper. I get all bitchin stuff, then I open a big box where my brother took a picture of me with his new camera, and I honestly look like I had, well I was smiling, I'll say that. Oh, it was an X-box by the way. And Steve has let me borrow all his games and I'm in heaven. Guess what I named it? Jewriot. No really, I digitally named it. And of all these happy splendours, I FIX THE WORKOUT MACHINE! My entire upper body feels like it's been ran into a wall, several times. And to make things better, my dogs are humping, this makes me smile. I got it on camera, video-like. Well, if any of you guys read this ENTIRE thing, I thank you. Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, work/life/school/X-box has been very loving lately. Goodbye, lovely journal. :)

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Long time comin. [Nov. 21st, 2004|02:17 pm]
Bobby Lebendig
[Feelin... |optimisticoptimistic]
[Current Music |November Rain]

Hmmm, really havent updated in awhile. Haven't had the time to really get on. Since I last posted, I got a job at the Casino. I am on waitstaff and I am either putting together shit for banquets (chairs, plates, silverwear) or I'm on function-duty, and have to wear a tuxedo and carry out dinners and look all professional-like. But yeeeah. Yesterday I got a nice pair of fuzzy-pimpish slippers. Slipper=cozy. Steve thought they looked "neat". I got that and some new razors, that Schick "Quatro", I think that's how it's spelled. Seriously, when is there going to be enough blades, "You used to use 30 blades, today, FUCK THAT!, introducing the new 59 blade system, guaranteed to make you shake and sputter". Hmm, maybe advertisment isnt my field. Last night at 10:00, there was capture the flag at Leopold. So much ownage, I loved it. I got so filthy but I loved it. I got Chris Smith, Jon Frederick, baaah, I'm too lazy to type the names, but I got alot of people to submit. Hahaha, I submitted once, but only because Frederick was laying ontop of me, and Webster being the puss he was had his knee on my rib, muahaha, payback's a bitch. But we had a good time. Hanky-panky Colyer took me home and I immediatly took a shower and sit down, and took a deep breath. But eventually Steve came up, and we explored the third island of San Andreas. And listen to this, (or read), there's a monster truck that is made so that you CANNOT destroy it via flipover. So steve throws it into a river. Such a funny kid. So then this morning I go out to brunch w/ my father and girlfriend at the Ramada. Such a nice place, everyone who works there is funny, and the food's great. But I saw Arrow there, a man who took and developed the big pictures in my basement, about 9 years ago. I stood up and said "Excuse me, do you remember me?", he responds "No, can't say I do", and I say "I'm Bobby Lebendig". He about flipped backwards "Wow! you grew up, I remember when you were this big (gestures). You got handsome/big/ect." But that was exciting. Then after the brunch I got to go to the mall to get some links taken out of a watch. It's perty. But yeaaaaah. I think steve and I are off to do some manly things and manly sports somewhere. Can't wait. I got some shit to type about a shitty person, but I'll save that for after this thing is "resolved"...hahahaha... Well, can't make 'em all good,God, we understand. Hope ya guys are doing alright, HI JANET!

Bobby Lebendig
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I love four day weekends [Sep. 21st, 2004|08:37 pm]
Bobby Lebendig
[Feelin... |thirstythirsty]
[Current Music |The Killers-Somebody Told Me]

This is the tell of my adventure from saturday to Monday. Saturday I was sitting at home playing KH when Juliet called from the the mall asking me to come before she went to work at 5. So I had my dad (it was his birthday) drive me out there. I got him this napkin holder that we had at the house before the divorce. It may not seem like much but it certainly brought him to tears when I gave it to him. My mother did everything she could to make sure that he did not receive it though. So anywho, I had to get that wrapped up, and get the card signed, and take a shower, all in fifteen minutes. Not to mention packing up the PS2. So Da-Da picks me up, and drops me off. Juliet was quite happy to see that I had made it. We walked around and went places. Then she had to work, blabbidy blah. So I walked around with John Green, Ty Miller(damn hairy child), and Mary Konstantine. All very cool people. We flicked cards like we were Gambit off X-Men, yes we are losers. So after a bit of playing in Ford Music, it was my time to leave. I went with Da-Da to hooters, where I lathered myself in tightly-clothed women and wing-sauce. God that's a holy image. But we got like four shirts from there, and they fucked up our tab, making us pay only like 50 bucks, insted of the 100 some we thought we were gonna get. AWESOME! So I get back to the apartment, fun time mutha fuckaz. Daddy got an electric motorcycle, for like, a five year old. I had the time of my life laughing at my dad, who is shorter than me. He'd get on it, buzz about four inches, and just fuck himself royally. I mean, there's falling, and then there's my Dad. He's rolls at least four feet, not on purpose I mind you, and gets all muddy. I just tell him to stop before he kills himself, he listens. I totally pimped out the old-people place and topped it out at 40 miles an hour...I'm all of three inches off the ground. I swear those breasts and drunk men did something to me. If any of you took that the wrong way, get your head outta your asses. Or ass if you only have one...weirdos. Anywho, after running the battery completely dead, my dad's girlfriend's son, Tyler, came over. We DDR'd for a good 2 hours. Sweat dripping off of us, we ran out into the cool air. AAAAAAAhhhhh...instant sensation. My nipples could have cut glass then. We get back in and he shows me a game that plays RIDICULOUSLY close to Halo. It's called "Fire Warrior", and it's a game by Warhammer 40,000. Not bad, I must say. So after all that and playing this version of mega-man till 3, we do the dumbest choice imaginable. We popped in Resident Evil. God that movies fucking freaks me out. We're both pretty stone-stomached men, but christ that movie made me so nautious. Especially when that elevator opened and 100+ zombies grabbed that most innocent man their, and fuck his day up. OOOH! another thing about resident evil, THE BLACK DUDE ISNT A FUCKING GHETTO-ASS IDIOT! and for some reason, he DIES!!!, like...first! I couldn't believe it, for once hollywood stars a black man who has a decent mind on his shoulders, and he ends up being the most butchered, not by a hoard of zombies...OOH NO!! they get hime with fucking laser beams! All the impassible death that await everyone, and he gets messed up by the security system, God damn you. But anywho, the movie took us into the morning hours, and Da-Da woke up and we all got showers. Me first, I don't do slimy thirds. Ignore that, thank you. This took me awhile to update 1. because I havent had the energy
2. because everytime I've started, mr. computer decides to take a quick-shutdown for nappy times.
3. i figured i just needed a number 3, it just helps the idea get across.
So I get home early sunday morning, about 9ish. And I sleep until 4. UGH. I can't remember what I did sunday, other than I think steve called at one, and I don't remember what was said, but I think I fell asleep on the phone. I then went to sleep at 8 anyhow. I get up at 6, and my alarm is playing the most gayest techno humanly possible. I get up, walk to the alarm, and pop the cd, get back and bed, and sleep for 10 minutes till the bus arrives. I pop on my clothes, and just BOOK it outside. Past me goes the bus. I have failed. I take a nice stroll downt he hill, thinking I can beat it. No Bobby, the Nazi-bus has one again, you die. so I stayed home, and I layed outside for a good 2 hours, listened to music, and IM'd steve, with him not believing I stayed home. and so on and so forth. I respect anyone who has read this whole thing. I'd give you my virginity but I only have the box it came in. Thank you so much, avid readers, you will be praised.

Bobby Lebendig
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I hate rain [Sep. 18th, 2004|11:13 am]
Bobby Lebendig
[Feelin... |hornyhorny]
[Current Music |The Used-Buried Alive]

Yesterday, flat out, blew. Of all the days that the school district could give us off, for an inservice, they give us the ugliest fucking day imaginable. It rained all day, I didn't/could't go for my run. I ate half a big bag of Chex party mix, Cheddar. That wasnt so bad, but then I felt really shitty, guess the Chex Nazis were attacking my insides. I have alot of Nazi names...Like Mr. Dull's door, it always slams on my hands or face or back or something. So that, is infact, a Nazi door. In my Math class, my folder is always missing from the cabinet, so there is a Folder Nazi that hides in his room somewhere, sneaks out to grab my folder, and runs away laughing and hailing hitlet. We've videotaped it. Doesnt that make a wonderful image. Anywho, about last night/yesterday. I didn't go to the game because, well it was a wet hell out. Yet another, nice image. But the rain is the main reason I didnt go, that and it was elementary night. So I stayed home, and Jill IM'd me about coming over and playing DDR with Cindy and her brother Clark. So I'm all good. Her mom picks me up, and we get over there, watch some wacky video thing that completely made me a dumber person overall, and played some DDR, in which I got the cheap pad. We didnt do that long before Jill's mom came down and gave us the get-go that the storm's getting worse, and that she'd have to take us home. So she drove us home, me first. I get in my house, look down the stairs, and there's an attractive little puddle of water at the foor of my steps. TIME TO GRAB THE DRY-VAC, YAY! That machine is so much fun, I played God with the small mass of water, and showed it who it's daddy was. So then after my act of world domination, i went upstairs to talk online. I am very bored at this point, and I see a small moth out of the corner of my eye, and I remember that my mom had this freez-away wart remover stuff in the bathroom, I totally crystalized the poor insect, and put it on the computer desk to show my victory. Not 10 minutes later, the damn thing comes to life, very pissed I must say, and flies into the whole-house-fan, ending it's sad life. I'm expecting a call from PETA any minute now, wanting my head. So I'm about to go to bed, and my brother calls from Pittsburg. He's really down because his girlfriend whose name I dare not say, had broken up with him, for the 46th time. After the 20th or 21st time, it starts getting a little old. So we talked until about 2 in the morning, me playing KINGDOM HEARTS (Fucking right, doggy). So around 2 we said our goodbyes and I went off into la-la land. This morning I really just went for a run and checked out all the debris and stuff, there wasnt alot. I was walking over a bridge thing up by Brad's house, and this little boy was playing alone in the rushing creek thing. He just looked up at me, REALLY freaked me out, just this blank stare. Weird kids, I swear I'm getting castrated when I turn 18, I'll adopt some Russian kid and make him my slave. Oh yeaah. Well, time to run off, today's my dad's birthday, can't keep the festivities waiting!

Bobby Lebendig
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Long time cummin [Sep. 8th, 2004|03:49 pm]
Bobby Lebendig
[Feelin... |crappycrappy]
[Current Music |Hymn from Chaos Legion]

Today was rainy, all day. I woke up to the damn alarm clock, instead of playing high-energizing rave, it blasted out BEEEP...BEEP...BEEEEEEP. So I jumped out of bed, still asleep, and punched it. School was pretty average today too, saw some "mentally unstable" kids fighting over who would push the trash...thing, in lunch. It was that really gross girl with the messed up hair, and some other fat one. Just reading that now, it didnt narrow down the field, at all. But it was pleasing. I had a great buffalo chicken wrap today, and fooled around with Brian at the lunchtable. I'm having a hard time with German word endings too, damnit. The bells were off today, as you may know, I keep a steady lock on to the time, by the second. Since my watch have both analog and digital, it was TWICE as much of a letdown. I stood up in the 6th period, and said aloud, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE...........................erg...THREEEEE...TWWWOO..OOOONE! Mr. Dull just looked at me, and said "well I trust Bobby's watch, you guys can go". So off to 7th period, Mrs. Deshong dressed up as Little Red Riding hood to show us how Chemical Compounds break down, with a hammer. It made no sense, and gave me a pain in the side of my head watching her. But somehow, I guess she and I had the same brainspans, cause I understood it all. Back to 2nd for a min., I was given from "Ashish", a pregnancy test. So I saw Megan after school, and I say "Hey Megan, I have something to give you, but you have to promise not to open it till you get home!", so she says ok, and I stuff this booklet of information into her purse. Muahah, have yet to talk to her though, if it's anything worth updating for, I'll post it. I'm going to the show tonight at classic attitudes, not because I'm a ska punker, emo, weird kid, but because a bunch of my friends are playing there, and I might see Cindy. Muahaha. Mumsy's giving Jill's mom directions as we speak, but before we "mothered" the phones, her brother talked to me, who has been obsessed with me since I did those funny movies with Brad, two or three years ago. Oooooh, the fans... Alright, time to get washed up, I shall talk to you all when I get back.

Bobby Lebendig
P.S. Thank Becka for the Twix, really helped me out.
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...Plunk [Aug. 30th, 2004|08:44 pm]
Bobby Lebendig
[Feelin... |gigglygiggly]
[Current Music |Darude-Calm Before The Storm]

Hello one and all. Havent really updated since that whole "327" question thing. Haven't had the heart/time/energy to. Josh is back, and he's leaving Wednesday. For all of you who dont know, Josh is my older brother, who's in the midst of completing college. So he picked me up today, and steve, and this really wierd punk kid named Scott. He's fat, and has a mohock. Steve really didnt speak to the kid at all, and I dont blame the him, I didnt either. Then we met my mom at the club, josh and I, and I had a beautful prime rib sandwhiche, nearly brought tears to my eyes. Not really, but it was a very nice sandwhiche, came close to naming it, actually. So we get done eating, and Josh and I drive out to Wal-Mart to buy some stuff. Josh gets some Dr. Scholl's...gel..foot...shoe things, for his heels, and I got AXE:KILA deodorant, and some VOODOO. Good stuff. So anyways, we get out of Wal-Mart, just dodging a girl who kept walking infront of me. Horrible flirt, wasnt that she looked bad, she just sucked at hitting on people. You dont get on someone's nerves...baaah, I'm getting off subject. So we leave, and go see Quinton, and all his sisters. This makes Josh and the sisters happy, I could care less. So we bullshit down there for all over 20 minutes, with Josh's subs in his car, pumping out, pure fuck. Sometimes I cant stand the subs though, like, you can harly hear the music, but God does it get looks from the girls (and boys). And here I am now, eyes feeling like 30 pounds, squeezing the stressballs in and out of IMS. Tomorrow Josh and I are going to a going away party for this Andy kid from Austria. He's realy cool, and just about every girl that's seen him, has melted. Some guys get all the goods, and some, are just foreign, and poor. Can't wait for the party, bud. hmmmmm...what else can I say? Ooooooh yes, I ran into this poor fat child in the halls today. I had my schedule out, to make sure that I had to go to Chemistry next, and I just end up putting my hand (fisted at the time) into this kid's face. And what a good miracle of god, Mrs. Burlingame was RIGHT there. She tried to send me to the office, see if I could have charges pressed against me. And then, out of no-where, she tells me to leave her office, and return to 7th, even though I never made it that far to begin with. She just said "alright, you can go" and writes out a pass. By this point, I'm so damn confused, and it took me until now to piece it all together enough to mention it at all. But hey, these things happen to us all, right.....right?! God my eyes hurt, and it's only half-passed 9. Keep squeezing the stressballs bob, you'll be fine. Oh, and I havent seen it yet, but thanks Becka for the Cloud picture, can't wait to see it!

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