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Black Rose Immortal
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I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
Pieces of planes and black box recorders
Don't lie (don't lie)
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences
Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect
That has no alibi
New Year's Eve was as boring as heaven
I watched flies fuck on channel 11
There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink
Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink
And there's no ring, there's no ring on the phone anymore
There's no reason to call I passed out on the floor
Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
At the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
Pieces of planes and black box recorders
Don't lie (don't lie)
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences
Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect
That has no alibi
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
And I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
And at the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
Your private eye
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
You won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
And at the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
-Private Eye by Alkaline Trio
last modified Jun 14, 2006 at 1:46
The world has turned and left me here
Just where I was before you appeared
And in your place an empty space
has filled the void behind my face
I just made love with your sweet memory
One thousand times in my head
You said you loved it more than ever
You said
You remain, turned away
Turning further every day
I talked for hours to your wallet photograph
And you just listened
You laughed enchanted by my intellect
Or maybe you didn't
You remain, turned away
Turning further every day
Do you believe what I say now?
It's all I can do to not say Fuck Off right now...
(mottob eht ta tratS .ssabmud ,tsop s'yadot fo gninnigeb eht ton si sihT)
...lla ti kcuf ...won tsafkaerb emos evah og ll'I kniht I
(ssenihctib eht ecneh)lamron si naht ylrae oot raf pu ekoW .os ro 9 dnuora ta ,niaga ylrae deb ot tneW
...noitnetta ym fo gnivresed erom sgniht ot sdrawnO .won taht fo hguonE
.snosaer eht dnif ot raf kool ot evah t'ndluohs uoY .elpoep ta tuohs dna maercs ot tnaw em sekam tsuj ees I gnihtyrevE
...ti tuoba nialpmoc dna hctib tub od I nac tahw ,revetahw tuB
...uoy sedulcni taht ,sey ...seerged gniyrav ni diputs era yeht tsuj ,tnereffid si eno oN ...ffo em sessip taht gnihtemos ees I ,kool I erehwyrevE .erutan namuh tsuj s'ti kniht ot dnet I ...spahreP ?gniht suoicsnoc a ti sI
...meht fo lla ,kcus snamuH ...dnuoba ytidiputS
...but what else is new?
Actually, just came from the concert. I played adequately well. Sore from being already tired after Co-op (which was a long day with no resting) and then putting away a lot of chairs, instruments, tables, what have you... should have gotten the ride when it was offered instead of walking with the sax...
Kyla: If you ever see Eric Berger, RUN! That goes for twerpy too, but I don't think he reads this. Marie is okay... for now...
To quote Alex: F u c k i n g J a n i s . . .
I do think I actually have a concussion now...
Last night, I went to bed early. Woke up at 11:30 PM, thought it said 11:30 AM and that I had slept in again, but it wasn't until I was half-dressed that I noticed it was a little dark out for that time of the day... then I went back to bed feeling stupid...
I'm going to bed now. I may not wake up tomorrow, but I'll actually try.
*goes to bed humming Automatic Flowers by Our Lady Peace*
(come now, that one's very obvious. Hint: Lyrics)
Mind games are fun.
...If God created us in his image, just what kind of God is he? (just assume I'm not God for a minute)
"Can you tell me about this city?”
“It is known by the name ‘Sigil.’ Among the People, it is known as the city that does not know itself.”
“It doesn’t know itself? What do you mean?”
“The city exists, but it does not know itself. In not knowing itself, its existence is flawed.”
“The city exists in opposition to itself. It has set itself apart from the planes, yet it seeks to be everywhere at once. Its walls are doors, yet it keeps these doors locked. Such an existence tells of a thing that does not know itself. In not knowing itself, it is flawed.” I considered his statement, and formulated a counter-argument, displaying a suppleness of mind which I felt sure I could not have managed a short time before.
“What if the city is not flawed? A thing does not need to be ordered and have a purpose to know itself. What if these contradictions are strengths that you cannot see?”
“To your question, a question: What if the city is flawed, and you see its contradictions all around you?”
“To your question, a question: You claim this city’s existence is flawed. You have accepted this rather than explore the possibility that something greater may exist. That suggests you are flawed… and that you do not search for knowledge, but only for a convenient answer.”
I choose not to write the sordid details of my life on this weblog, as people tend to think I'm looking for sympathy, and just trying to grab attention. I'll just say this, ask me in person, and I'll tell you.
Thursday, February 25th. (Tomorrow) I am performing at a concert for No Strings Attached. Wish me luck. If by some odd chance you want to come see, it starts at 7:00 and will be at the public library on Mackenzie street. Just follow the sound of music. (not the movie by that name)
Two more concerts after that next week. Fun. Jazz on Thursday, and Senior Concert on Friday. Both at SSS. Again, wish me luck.
STEVE!, We need to go for our licenses soon. Hurry up, will ya?
Co-op is going good so far. Seen plenty of castrations and spays and neuters... also saw a lovely live tapeworm dangling out of a cat's ass... *shudders* but it's mainly cleaning stuff. At least I'll be prepared for a career as a domestic engineer... housewife in layman's terms. (Though laymen aren't stupid, mind you)
So now I have two things on my mind. Hope to resolve one of them tomorrow.
Party at Marie's on Saturday, 6-ish. Don't ask me the details. All I did was bug her to do something this weekend.
>_>
See y'all in heaven soon.
As you know, Valentine's Day is rapidly approaching, and I have no date. I have three prospects to ask out to be my date for the day, but I can't decide for the life of me which of the three to approach. Should I go with the hot athletic guy I hardly know, the geeky guy I'm fairly good friends with, or the gay guy who I'm best friends with?
Male: Well, you don’t need me to tell you that there’s all kinds of future potential with the gay guy, but let’s put him aside from the moment and focus on the two that you can, you know, have sex with and eventually marry. I would go with the geeky guy myself, geeks appreciate women more as they never know where or when their next girl will be coming from.
Female: Geeky guy, no question. Dating them, you usually run 50-50 odds of getting an emotionally stunted manchild who learned everything he knows about healthy adult relationships from reading Weis and Hickman novels, but if you luck out and get one of the good ones, you’ll never go back. The good kind of geeky guy is thoughtful, sympathetic without being sycophantic, fiercely loyal, intelligent, creative, funny, challenging, sometimes surprisingly charming without being corny, and between you and me, IMHO, sometimes they can be fantastic kissers. If you just want to hang out with no expectations, the gay guy is your best bet, but if you’re looking for something a little more than that, the geeky guy, absolutely.
Wow, being a geek, that makes me feel happy. Of course, it's just generalizing, which we all know is evil, but I do feel that most of the above applies to me, as if 'twere I in that group of 50% of geeks. Now I just need to find me another geek...
On to another news, while playing with a (left-handed) hockey stick earlier today, I pegged Biff in the head with a piece off of a drumset. I'm really sorry, but I can't help thinking that I still have my testicles attached only because it narrowly missed Amanda. -_-
Some people just don't get it... they feel that by beating up someone over an overblown piece of writing that did more harm than it was intended (a lot more, in this case) that they have to stick up for their friend's memory by 'getting him'. And what does that solve? He already apologized, took down his site even, and is pretty much just waiting for the people to descend upon him at any moment. This just proves the immaturity of people these days. It reminds of people who listen to Rap purely for the reason that it is 'cool'. My brother falls into these categories. They can't accept that, as one person noted, that it is incredibly disrespectful to the person.
I feel that it is mainly a case of transformed sadness into anger, and taking it out on the easiest target. Of course, showing that you were sad and mourning the guy would be too 'uncool' for some people. Nevermind the fact that the deceased person wouldn't have wanted the people to do that in the first place. People these days...
Mountains out of molehills...
My reaction to the guy passing away? I honestly don't know... I haven't had much time to think about it, because something rather big is occupying much of mind lately...
I do realize that it was a stupid thing to do, especially when it causes this much hate. Then again, humans will find any excuse to hate. (They're kinda stupid that way)
I wish I would've met you
Now it's a little late
What you could've taught me
I could have saved some face
They think that your early ending
Was all wrong
For the most part they're right
But look how they all got strong
That's why I say hey man, nice shot
What a good shot man
A man
Has gun
Hey man
Have fun
Nice shot
Now that the smoke's gone
And the air is all clear
Those who were right there
Got a new kind of fear
You'd fight and you were right
But they were just too strong
They'd stick it in your face
And let you smell what they consider wrong
That's why I say hey man, nice shot
What a good shot man
A man
Has gun
Hey man
Have fun
Nice shot
I wish I would have met you
I wish I would have met you
I'd say
Nice shot
I knew him, talked with him a bit in grade 9, had a locker beside him.
R.I.P. man, you were a good guy...
Just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse, it does. It’s funny how life is like that. Life is unfair, they say. It’s true. But it’s even worse, when you think you know everything there is to know about a situation or an incident, and just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, Life decides to take you by the ass and give you a hard spanking in that there is more than meets the eye. Much more.
These mind games are sickly evil. I tire of it. Just give it to me straight! What’s the answer?! That’s what happens. You ask for an answer but then you find out…
There was really never a question…
Goodbye, the future's sold out
There's no use screaming
Who thought we'd ever get this far
Tonight, your faith has come down
To money & a TV
Psychics who've never been to Mars
And nazis breast feeding
I know you must be upset
I can't find meaning
I'm sorry, we're sorry
We're all scared, all scared
Hey, is anybody home
Has anybody wasted tears on
The loneliness
That everyone becomes
Goodnight, the truth has come out
Everyone's needy
White teeth, a ticket to meet God
Be all that you envy
The shotgun under your bed has
Started breathing
You shot it, you shot it
I'm bare, I'm bare
Hey, is anybody home
Has anybody painted fear
On the bedroom walls that save us from...
“He is a being without purpose, and that is what makes him unpredictable, and dangerous.”
“Nothing more than a creature of whim and impulse, even he does not know why he does the things that he does, and it is driving him mad, more quickly than slowly. For one accustomed to self-imposed order and control, it is the ultimate torment. He lives only to survive, and feels far too little, far too much. He changes faces day by day, and cannot define which is real, which is want, which is adaptation.“
“He is everything. He is nothing.”
“He is lost, confused, hurt, angry, bitter. He hates, but cannot find anything worthy of his hate, save for himself.”
“He has lost his reason to live, but he continues to do so. He continues to seek: peace, normalcy, meaning, existence, acceptance, escape.”
“But he refuses to seek his destiny.”
“And even he, in his deepest heart of hearts, does not know what he truly desires.”
“He is a being without purpose.”
“And that is what makes him human.”
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Just some points I jotted down from Nihilism's forums. The actual writer noticed that I forgot to give credit, and rightfully so. Sorry about that Adire. Both of these were written by him. They fit the theme perfectly.
*cracks knuckles, then neck*
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That’s just it, don’t you see? I need. I need more powerfully than you could ever know. I need something to ground me, to hold me to reality, or else I might drift away upon this....this.....nothingness, this frightening beast of apathy that holds me in its jaws until I break free to lose my mind in the rage of emotion. I don’t want to kill, I love it, the sick feel of rending flesh nauseates me, the taste of blood excites me, and I spin, I spin, ashes, ashes, we all fall down, but I’m the ashes and the children, mother, won’t you save me.....
I need someone to hold me to the earth. I need someone to look at me and say, “I know who you are.” And then....then I need them to look into my begging eyes, and tell me.
Tell me, because I don’t know.
I don’t know anything anymore. Walled away inside myself, I hate, swim in contempt for you, your flesh-sacks, your cause. I think. Don’t you see that, either? I feel nothing. Numb, wrapped in swaddling clothes, reborn reincarnation, into the infant body of a demon Christ. I feel nothing, and it rips at me, tears at me, hurts me, but is that not a feeling, too? I feel confusion. Do I hate the external, or the internal? Can I even define them as separate? Am I alone in consolidated singularity, or spread too thinly over the ether of the all until I can no longer feel myself?
Vague....so vague. The sea and sky answer my cries with soothing rumbles, and they’re empty, empty as the voices inside my head. It’s what’s missing in me, I know. That separate thing. It could make me a whole person, treacherous deceiver, father and son that I never wanted, you are not me, you are nothing, nothing, you lie. Everything a lie, my life, my self. I am a lie. An untruth. Something that does not exist.
Yes...this is how a lie must feel, spinning hollow upon the air, dissolving, maintaining existence only as long as it is believed.
Does anyone believe me?
Does anyone believe in me?
You don’t.
You taste the blood when I kill, and you cringe. You fear the moments that I feel, the exhilaration, the passion of that necrotic lust. It can change me. It can make me whole.
No, I’ll never be whole, nothing but a thing. Creation. Monster. Fallen. Useless. Abandoned. Dead before dawn, dead as a doornail, moving corpse, pretty white rotten flesh, blue veins, madness of a decaying brain. Yes, that’s it. I’m decaying from the inside. I’m decaying. Someone save me, stay away, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t ever touch me.
I need to be left alone. I can’t touch anything. Touch me. I hate you. Don’t you see?
No...no, you don’t see. You see your war. You see the fate of humanity. You see things so much more important than the crying eyes of a boy. And they are, I know. But open your eyes. See me.
Open your eyes, and let me use them as mirrors.
www.nihilism.danseibi.net
I'm sitting at Steve's computer. Joy.
I mean, really... JOY!
Happiness is in abundance. No thanks, I say. I'm good. Of course, I need it more than I think I do, but what do I know?
Been feeling pretty bad the past week or so... As such, I've just been indulging myself in power metal a lot. I figure it's far better than depressing music for when I'm depressed. Sort of the 'numb and avoiding versus facing the depression' topic.
Well, it's much easier to handle it when you're numb... compromising is the best road here...
Screw it
*drowns self in power metal*
...But what do I care? I don't write this for other people.
Or at least that's what I tell myself...
Well, here's the usual stuff: -Started Co-op placement yesterday at the Lockerby Animal Hospital. No need to be worried anymore. Everyone there is nice, and not a lot of work to do, which is good. Of course, what little work I do ends up being Fecal samples, and holding a dog for an hour or three... Can't complain though. I love it there.
...Uh, I have to go... I'll finish this later... hopefully...
"Congratulations: you just spent your Valentine's day alone, watching The Two Towers, reading Catch-22, playing Morrowind, and trying to convince yourself that you don't give a damn, when in fact it just beseeches you to recall past better times because you can't get over her, or her, or that other one, due to your emotional immaturity and inherent bullheadedness, idiot, yet there are those around you that love you, and you either don't realize it or have forced yourself to not realize it and pine after the unattainable, not considering the fact that you're still in high school and refuse to be happy for the sake of- wait, there is no sake- f*** it."
(Stupid online quizzes. :P What's odd is that I did read Catch-22 yesterday... still have yet to get Morrowind though)
Nothing Else Matters
So close no matter how far
couldn't be much more from the heart
forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
never opened myself this way
life is ours, we live it our way
all these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters
trust I seek and I find in you
every day for us something new
open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
so close no matter how far
couldn't be much more from the heart
forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
never opened myself this way
life is ours, we live it our way
all these words I don't just say
trust I seek and I find in you
every day for us something new
open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know
so close no matter how far
couldn't be much more from the heart
forever trusting who we are
no nothing else matters
Yeah, it's just one of those days... I think I'm going to start working on starting Battle Royale finally...
Got hit by a car yesterday. Obviously I'm fine or I wouldn't be here right now. Where here is, well... only I know for certain.
*sigh*
Fuck it...
First time I did the quiz, I got Broken wings. So I took it again. Then I got Phoenix wings. Then again, and got Dragon wings, then yet again, and got Angelic wings, then Phoenix, then Broken, then Phoenix, and Phoenix again. Yes, I was that bored.
You are a PHOENIX in your soul and your
wings make a statement. Huge and born of flame,
they burn with light and power and rebirth.
Ashes fall from your wingtips. You are an
amazingly strong person. You survive, even
flourish in adversity and hardship. A firm
believer in the phrase, 'Whatever doesn't kill
you only makes you stronger,' you rarely fear
failure. You know that any mistake you make
will teach you more about yourself and allow
you to 'rise from the ashes' as a still greater
being. Because of this, you rarely make the
same mistake twice, and are not among the most
forgiving people. You're extremely powerful and
wise, and are capable of fierce pride, passion,
and anger. Perhaps you're this way because you
were forced to survive a rough childhood. Or
maybe you just have a strong grasp on reality
and know that life is tough and the world is
cruel, and it takes strength and independence
to survive it. And independence is your
strongest point - you may care for others, and
even depend on them...but when it comes right
down to it, the only one you need is yourself.
Thus you trust your own intuition, and rely on
a mind almost as brilliant as the fire of your
wings to guide you.You are eternal and because
you have a strong sense of who and what you
are, no one can control your heart or mind, or
even really influence your thinking. A symbol
of rebirth and renewal, you tend to be a very
spiritual person with a serious mind - never
acting immature and harboring a superior
disgust of those who do. Likewise, humanity's
stupidity and tendency to want others to solve
their problems for them frustrates you
endlessly. Though you can be stubborn,
outspoken, and haughty, I admire you greatly.
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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Obviously no one has heard of Richard Bachman...
You are a fencer.
You fight honerably, you try not to kill your
oponents, but only disarm them, to force them
to surrender. Once in a duel, you will go all
out, and kill your oponent. You use a rapier.
What type of Swordsman are you?
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Other than the bad spelling and grammar, I have to say just this: I would never use a rapier.
Next hint, the book title starts as follows: The R-
No more updates but hints until someone gets it...
:p
Haven't updated in a couple days... I must be slipping in my old age. Let's see what's new this week:
Finally defeated my arch-nemesis. I overcame my enemies named Procrastination and Laziness, defeated his allies named Location and Timing, and finally applied his ass all the way to the government. Who am I talking about? Why, my SIN of course... That's right, finally did it. *is proud*
However, it has taken it's toll... 4 morning detentions for the past couple days. Friday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. All for missing one day. It was originally one, but they decided to give me another one since I still hadn't brought a note. Then they gave me yet another one for the same reason. The fourth was added because I left five minutes early... Grrr... Must wake up frickin' early tomorrow... Good thing I is at Stephen's right now...
Today was boring for the school part. Went to a job fair (after morn. detention) and did FUCK ALL! 5 hours of walking around doing nothing. Not even any money since I spent the last of it on a CD of a band named after an aesthetically pleasing geometry shape. A Perfect Circle's; Mer de Noms (worth it.) We went to the mall for a half an hour, but no dice there either.
At least we got popcorn and a laser keychain thingy (which I shouldn't have shot Janis in the eye with... bad history of doing that)
Report card was okay, better than I was used to, though still lost a shitload of marks on one assigment in Outdoor Ed. Grrr...
After school was considerably better, though I was playing rather badly in Band, along with everyone else.
I owe Shane $5, and Tomas $0.50. Hopefully Ryannon got the dollar which I got back from Regan. Cause if she didn't...
Had to pile wood as usual, my back is still hurting me. Grrr...
Can't complain though...
Hmm... test tomorrow, should study... or sit here and eat chocolate ice cream...
Battle Royale is on it's way, of course... just waiting for that burst of creativity which strikes once every, oh, two weeks or so...
Open House Thursday. If you have nothing better to do, come watch the Jazz band play (which I am in), or watch me help dissect a pig and remove it's organs, or watch me assist in making goop in Chemistry, or just help me scare all the new people.
Which reminds me, one of my favourite books of all time (I think second behind Hamlet) is not allowed on shelves, nor are they ever going to reprint it. It's about a student going crazy in school. A monkey wrench is included, among other things, in the story. Oh, and a gun which is used on teachers... Can anyone guess the name or the author? (The author wrote it under a pseudonym)
The person who does gets a cookie, courtesy of Steve and his hospitality...
I fucked the girl in Hanson.
Odd day today... watched a movie in English. Hamlet is my idol. The play just gets better and better every time I read it... Wish I still had it. I miss it. *sniff*
Darien realized finally that I am, "One smart mother fucker," as he put it.
Had spares the rest of the day. Spent period 4 in Chemistry class scaring the current students, and answering their questions on the board.
Period 5 in music class. 'Twas okay, but not too fun, being at the beginning of the year and all that.
The odd part was mainly the way home. Before I went on the bus, I was happy and stuff. During the bus ride, tears were forming in my eyes out of sadness and that... then when I got home, I was irritable and mad at stuff... damn mood swings, damn them to hell and back.
Controlling with my mood swings throw a thunderstorm your way
Drowning myself is a game I play
Found out my grandparent's are worse off than before. My mom was pretty distraught. She thought something was wrong with me (jokingly) because I wasn't displaying any emotions, and hardly ever do.
For those who have read or are reading Hamlet: Pyrrhus is Achilleus' son. (Also called Neoptolemus.)
How much more vague and subtle can that get? *chuckles to self*
Yeah, let's see who'll get this one...
Long Way Home
(Hey) I’m driving down a dusty road
(Hey)I’ve got nowhere to go
(Hey) No place that I can call my own
On and on this road is burning
(Break away) I’m leaving all this crap behind
(Break away) The past is gone the future’s blind
(Break away) Don’t care how long it takes this time
On and on I’ll take the long way home
The long way home (Whoah!)
The long way home (Whoah!)
If it’s for me it’s on the way home
(Hey) Like fragments of a broken mind
(Hey) I splinter by my own design
(Hey) The search is not a waste of time
On and on this road keeps burning
(Break away) My hands are glued upon the wheel
(Break away) The road ahead is all I feel
(Break away) The only thing left that’s real
On and on I’ll take this long way home
The long way home (Whoah!)
The long way home (Whoah!)
I will go alone
I will go and find it on my own
What lays ahead you can not find for me
On and on I’ll take the long way home
The long way home (Whoah!)
The long way home (Whoah!)
If it’s for me it’s on the way home (Whoah!)
The long way home (Whoah!)
I’ll take the long way home (Whoah-Whoah-oh!)
I will go alone
I will go and find it on my own
Yeah, depressed again. What else is new. I'm sure it hardly sparks a concern in any of you, but I don't write this for you, fuck, WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT! This place is my online punching bag. Don't fucking worry about me. I'm a big boy now, I can take it. Those who already predisposed towards not caring are probably calling it angst and shit like that. It doesn't change the fact I'm still depressed, and almost always am...
To the people who care for some strange reason, No, I don't know why. I could pick one reason and expound upon it, or I could just say I have a lot on my mind to think about, and heaven knows my mind's hurting...
I'm going to bed, my knees hurt... and I'm pretty sure my Kidney's bleeding too...
SEPTEMBER:
Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to
point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk
well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed.
Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive.
Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for
information. Able to motivate
oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure
and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very
choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.
This morning, Michael Jackson sent in a letter to CBS complaining about his sister's 'accidental' flash of her boobs during the Super Bowl half time show. He stated that it was disgusting, and was very inappropriate for the 12yr old in bed with him at the time.
Never actually thought I was bored enough to do one of these:
You are Form 9, Vampire: The Undying. "And The Vampire was all that remained on the blood drowned creation. She attempted to regrow life from the dead. But as she was about to give the breath of life, she was consumed in the flame of The Phoenix and the cycle began again." Some examples of the Vampire Form are Hades (Greek) and Isis (Egyptian). The Vampire is associated with the concept of death, the number 9, and the element of fire. Her sign is the eclipsed moon. As a member of Form 9, you are a very realistic individual. You may be a little idealistic, but you are very grounded and down to earth. You realize that not everything lasts, but you savor every minute of the good times. While you may sometimes find yourself lonely, you have strong ties with people that will never be broken. Vampires are the best friends to have because they are sensible.
I can think of plenty of other words to describe me, but meh...
I downloaded quite a bit of music today... just under 100 songs... plus a movie. Mainly Indie songs, and bands you've never heard of. Underground shit, yeah... So, my ISP is probably going to add another zero onto our bill, but it's worth it... I love DSL
I would be going to sleep, but I'm waiting for my mom to get home so I can get $220 from her. Need it for... stuff...
>_>
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Also need $300 for my guitar, but as always, it can wait.
And I'm not going to get a drumset. Reasons are common enough...
Oh, there they are now... probably getting kicked off soon...
Battle Royale is still under construction... wish I still had last night's burst of creativity and inspiration, but regardless I won't give up on it. Just need people to kick me in the ass...
Found out I'm not too bad at drumming today, especially for a first time. Also got Neocon down pat. (Not that it matters, but it's fun to drum)
Wow, it seems like a lot of people are getting hooked up soon... best of luck, my friends... best of luck.
...Damn, no one's online... Not that I can tell anyways... I delete names (but not block) from my MSN list if I never talk to them or will ever start a conversation with them. It gets annoying, hearing someone sign in, and realizing it's some ass who only added you to ask something... Thus I have 19 people on my list, out of a possible... 72! Geez... that's a lot of unimportant people...
Janis's mom went from insulting my hair in october, to saying I look really nice and belong on the cover of GQ... and Janis standing beside me nodding his head and wondering how it's so easy for me to grow a goatee... My face was no light shade of red, let me tell you...
But I really do love my hair, for once... surprisingly enough...
Enough about my hair though. Chances are, you either know what I look like or don't, so we'll move on...
Oh yeah, I'm supposed to be pissed... I forgot...
*insert long bitching section here*
Yeah, our internet was cut out for a while. Had to wipe clean the entire hard drive (without telling me, so I couldn't back up my stuff), then they refuse to let me have Administrator status, so I can't install (or uninstall) a lot of things. It's extremely aggravating, let me tell you...
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