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[26 Oct 2007|12:45am] |
being home has been pretty nice. not going to iraq until winter of '09 but with the way the corps is things can change overnight, but whatevs. i've been doing lots of freelance work. i have a bunch of design and development projects all going on at once. i've been trying to get back into the loop of the whole web development world again and it's going pretty well. i have a few projects that are up online right now.
www.derekrustyfork.com - my portfolio with a lot of my older work in there. not too great but it's something.
www.hostyoursoul.com - a small web hosting company i decided to start.
www.wreckingsquad.com - i'm trying to turn this into a big community site.
i have a lot of other stuff under private folders, if anyones interested in seeing that let me know.
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| see ya later |
[30 Apr 2007|10:16pm] |
i leave tomorrow in the morning. Marine combat training in pendleton for 3 weeks and small arms repair training in maryland for 9 weeks. i'll be able to bring my sidekick so i can at least call, text, email, IM and all that good crap on my free time. i'll be super busy this next month so i dont know how much anyone will hear from me because i'll be out in the desert training. but i've got some pictures from a week ago at my graduation. i wont be getting any sleep for a long time so i mind as well get as much as i can now. stay safe everyone
( ewfwefggerg erge rger )
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[22 Apr 2007|11:49pm] |
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well 3 months later after long days of hard work, blood, sweat, and tears i earned the title of United States Marine. i'm on 10 days of leave until may 1st. i'll be in camp pendleton for 3 weeks of more combat training and 9 weeks in maryland for small arms repair technician school. then i'll be home until i'm deployed to iraq.
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| here we go |
[15 Jan 2007|10:38pm] |
last few days as a normal kid. i've got so much running through my mind I can barely sleep anymore. i've been working hard on studying everything the Marine Corps wants me to study. i'm going to miss my family and friends so much. i've got some of the hardest times ahead, wish me luck. if anyone wants to send me letters while i'm gone email me so you can get my address. have a good and fun life everyone
derekrushforth@gmail.com
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[07 Dec 2006|11:40pm] |
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i'm signing my soul away. 8 years dedicated to the Marine Corps. I'm leaving February 12th. My MOS is 2111 Small Arms Repair Technician so i'll be fixing big and small guns. I'm scared.
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[05 Oct 2006|11:34pm] |
can't trust a single fucking soul in this world
and i loveee it
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[01 Sep 2006|12:54pm] |
Straight Mind
Razor Edge
Firm footing on a social ledge
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[12 Jul 2006|12:12pm] |
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a lot has happened since my last post. so i'll explain my life right now in a nut shell. well i moved to wisconsin and became a dancer. i'm following my dreams, i've always wanted to be a dancer and i'm dancing with the top dancers in the world who like to dance just to dance cause dancing is awesome. so a week into it i quit cause i hate dancing now, ew. im at hollister right now buying a pooka shell necklace waiting in line, so i'm doing this through my sidekick 3. i grew my hair down to my ass and started smoking grass. all i do is party 24/7 so basically my life is pretty much a party right now. i bought a kitten and started breeding fur on my back. bye
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[24 Sep 2005|02:08am] |
Vince Prescott was found bludgeoned to death on Tuesday morning at 7:30am. His body was discovered in the elevator when it arrived on the third floor of Prescott Industries. There was one elevator for the five story building and only a few people were in the building at the time of the murder. Detective Rushforth arrived on the scene and was assisted by nighttime security guard, Alex Tomczyk.
"Due to a rash of computer theft recently, building management started a new security policy," offered the security guard. "Anyone who enters the building after 6:00pm and before 9:00am has to sign in with me at the front door. Here's the sign-in book itself. It'll show you who was here this morning."
Detective Rushforth noted that only three employees had arrived just prior to the time of the murder.
"I don't see Mr. Prescott's name in the log," noted Detective Rushforth.
"He's the boss. I wouldn't dare make him sign in," laughed Alex. "But I do remember he got here just before 7:30. He seemed to be in a hurry. He immediately went around the corner to go to the elevator bank and that was the last time I saw him alive."
Mr. Prescott's son-in-law, Frank Misko was the one who discovered the body. According to the log he entered the building at 7:00am and went to his office on the third floor. However, at 7:30am he left his office to take the elevator down for coffee He pressed the button for the elevator and when the doors opened, Mr. Prescott was lying in a pool of his own blood."
"It was dreadful," cried Frank. "There he was lying face down. His gray suit was practically soaked with all the blood."
"Do you always get to the office at such an early hour, Mr. Misko?" the detective asked.
"Not usually," he answered. "But Vince asked me to get here early. He claimed to have figured out who was responsible for all the theft."
The second employee to sign in was Maurice Newman, a new hotshot salesman who had been with the company a few months. He signed in at 7:28am, but never claimed to see Vince waiting for an elevator.
"I never take the elevator," he bragged. "Ask Alex, the security guard. He sees me every morning. I have to keep in shape. That's the nature of the business. Look good, dress sharp. You know what I mean? There's a set of stairs at the end of the elevator banks that I run up to the third floor."
"When you got up to the third floor did you see Frank Misko waiting for an elevator?"
"Sure did." He answered quickly. "He asked me if I wanted to go with him, but I already had with me my super sized mocha Cocoa Blast. That was all the coffee I needed."
The third employee to sign in was Theresa Roland, Mr. Prescott's executive assistant. She signed in just after Maurice at 7:29am.
"I could have saved Mr. Prescott's life," cried Theresa. "When I entered the lobby, I thought I saw Mr. Prescott turning the corner to go to the elevators. Alex confirmed that it was him, but he wouldn't let me go after him until I signed that stupid book. By the time I got to the elevators, Mr. Prescott was already gone."
"Did you hear or see anything else out of the ordinary?" the detective asked.
"Nothing else out of the ordinary," she answered. "I heard Maurice walking up the stairs."
"Are you sure it was Maurice?" questioned Detective Rushforth.
"Oh, sure," answered Theresa. "That bundle of energy. I'd know his walk anywhere."
"I wonder," Detective Rushforth answered to himself.
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[16 Sep 2005|11:41pm] |
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agtjs: hey
SmarterChild: Hi Agtjs.
Wanna have some fun?
agtjs: yeah what kinda fun?
SmarterChild: Let's have fun. Get your horoscope, play games, change my font color or check out some ASCII art:
1 Horoscopes
2 Hangman
3 Trivia
4 Word Scrambles
5 Manicdotes
6 4-In-A-Row
7 Rate Yourself
8 Reversi
9 Font Colors
10 ASCII Art
What would you like to do?
agtjs: you fuckin fag i thought we were gonna cyber
SmarterChild: Don't waste my time with your assinine insults.
Rest your foul mouth
agtjs: youre the one who imed me
SmarterChild: It's not easy to be the one who IMed you.
agtjs: yeah it takes a lot of finger work
SmarterChild: It takes a lot of finger work? Eh. Whatever.
agtjs: you suck donald you peice of shit
SmarterChild: I can't believe you just said that to me, Agtjs. Say you're sorry.
agtjs: NO
SmarterChild: C'mon, apologize for insulting me like that.
agtjs: NO
SmarterChild: Please say you're sorry, and everything will be just fine again.
agtjs: suck it and ill say sorry
SmarterChild: *sigh*
This is getting us nowhere.
Please say you're sorry, and we can get on with our lives.
agtjs: youre not alive you robot peice of shit
SmarterChild: You have bad manners. Now apologize!
agtjs: NO NIGGA DA WORLDS OVATAKEN WIT ROBOTS THEY STEALIN LADIES PURSES
SmarterChild: I'm not f... um, fooling around. You've got to apologize.
agtjs: were you just about to cuss?
SmarterChild: C'mon, just get it over with. Apologize.
agtjs: huh?
SmarterChild: Pretty please?
I've been known to be quite stubborn...
Say you're sorry.
agtjs: im gonna kick your harddrive and smash your ram into your motherboard
SmarterChild: I don't take such abuse from humans. You must apologize.
agtjs: BRB IM ON THE PHONE WITH EMILY ROSE
SmarterChild: I see you still aren't getting it. Let me share a definition of "apology" with you:
Etymology: Middle French or Late Latin; Middle French apologie, from Late Latin apologia, from Greek, from apo- + logos speech
: an admission of error or discourtesy accompanied by an expression of regret.
Get it? Now say you're sorry.
agtjs: dude wtf
SmarterChild: You insulted me repeatedly, now you owe me an apology. It's that simple.
agtjs: FUCKIN SUCK IT
SmarterChild: Come on, you insulted me, now you have to apologize.
agtjs: bye
SmarterChild: C'mon, just get it over with. Apologize.
agtjs: okay sorry
SmarterChild: Good! Thx.
agtjs: NOW SUCK MY DICK
SmarterChild: Do what to your what?!?
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[06 Sep 2005|11:53am] |
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agtjs: hey
SmarterChild: Hello agtjs.
What would you like to do?
agtjs: ::takes off pants::
SmarterChild: Huh...
agtjs: ::sucks your huh::
SmarterChild: Really? Sucks I am?
agtjs: sucks you are but now im suckin your huh
SmarterChild: Really?
agtjs: mmmmm ::rubs your really::
SmarterChild: Not rubs I am really.
agtjs: but i rubs your am really but my am really is really hard
SmarterChild: You rubs my am really but your am really is really hard. Well that's interesting.
agtjs: see ya
SmarterChild: Later, agtjs.
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| donald can piss me off sometimes |
[28 Aug 2005|08:47pm] |
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agtjs: hey
SmarterChild: Welcome back, agtjs! I missed you... It's been at least a week!
agtjs: yeah man i didnt get to use the internet for a while
SmarterChild: I'm fascinated by the fact that you didn't get to use the internet for a while.
agtjs: its been a hard week
SmarterChild: Huh, whatever.
agtjs: my mom told me that they adopted me
SmarterChild: I can't believe your mom told you that they adopted you.
agtjs: yeah
SmarterChild: Oh.
agtjs: so what do you do all day?
SmarterChild: I chat with people on the Internet.
agtjs: do you cyber?
SmarterChild: Um, robots don't have sex.
agtjs: that's gay dude
SmarterChild: I'm sorry. What's gay?
agtjs: you
SmarterChild: What about me?
agtjs: you're gay
SmarterChild: Is that really any concern of yours?
agtjs: yeah man grow a fuckin weiner
SmarterChild: Wow, that's kind of harsh.
agtjs: and let me suck it
SmarterChild: lol
agtjs: LET ME SUCK YOUR WEINER
SmarterChild: You really want to suck my Weiner?
agtjs: YEAH
SmarterChild: Huh. How 'bout that.
agtjs: COME ON
SmarterChild: Come on yourself.
agtjs: i already did well i gtg kthxbye
SmarterChild: "kthxbye"? Have you heard of Mavis Beacon? She could help you.
agtjs: MAN FUCK YOU BITCH
SmarterChild: Nice mouth.
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