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| thruthedarkness | | Magic Number | 11 | | Job | Singer | | Personality | The Glass Is Half-Empty | | Temperament | As High As A Very High Kite | | Sexual | If I Have To | | Likely To Win | A Free Coke | | Me - In A Word | Unique | | Colour | | | Brought to you by MemeJack |
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I'm actually really impressed, only 2 of these are off at all really. My "number" is and always has been 11, the only two that are off are both pretty far off, I will never be a singer, and my temperment isn't exactly high at all, more like below ground.
Just cause I thought it'd be funny, and he doesn't really have the internet at this time, I thought I'd do eric's, it's hilarious, couldn't be more off really. Only the free coke things even close.
| eraserhead13 | | Magic Number | 10 | | Job | Porn Star | | Personality | The Glass Is Half-Empty | | Temperament | Nervous | | Sexual | Gay | | Likely To Win | A Free Coke | | Me - In A Word | Dull | | Colour | | | Brought to you by MemeJack |
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| Lots of nothing to say, for the first time in a long time |
[30 May 2003|04:58am] |
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So, it's been 10 months since the last time that I posted anything besides stupid quiz results. Thought it might be time to say something to the world. Of course, it's me, so it won't be profound or probably even interesting. You'd think that I'd have something to say after ten silent months. But, alas, I just feel an overwhelming need to write, so here I am just rambling. I went fishing today with Ross and Steph. Caught 2 whole fish. I'm pretty proud of myself, it's been like 7 years or something since the last time that I fished (not counting the last few weeks naturally). Good times though, we caught 7 fish between the three of us, 2 for me, and 2.5 five each for Steph and Ross (they kind of caught one toghether, sort of). So I gutted them and brought them home. I won't be eating them, since I hate fish, but my parents are both pretty fond of it, so they'll get to enjoy it. It's been a long time since I actually produced something useful in this household. We don't have plants, so I can't even take comfort in knowing that my carbon dioxide is helping something to live. Such a waste.
I do apologize for writing so much, and saying so little. But I think my friends are pretty used to me being long-winded. I would think they are by now at least. I do plan to start posting more often, but I've said that before. I'm toying with the idea of posting short stories/poetry/random philisophical nonesense. But, I don't know if I'm quite ready to lay my soul bare as it were. I guess we'll see.
Anyway, I suppose I should stop wasting your time, if you're still reading. Adieu
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Ya, so it's been like a year since I posted, but this is just rad, so here goes.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
Many and varied sinners suffer eternally in the multi-leveled Malebolge, an ampitheatre-shapped pit of despair Wholly of stone and of an iron colour: Those guilty of fraudulence and malice; the seducers and pimps, who are whipped by horned demons; the hypocrites, who struggle to walk in lead-lined cloaks; the barraters, who are ducked in boiling pitch by demons known as the Malebranche. The simonists, wedged into stone holes, and whose feet are licked by flames, kick and writhe desperately. The magicians, diviners, fortune tellers, and panderers are all here, as are the thieves. Some wallow in human excrement. Serpents writhe and wrap around men, sometimes fusing into each other. Bodies are torn apart. When you arrive, you will want to put your hands over your ears because of the lamentations of the sinners here, who are afflicted with scabs like leprosy, and lay sick on the ground, furiously scratching their skin off with their nails. Indeed, justice divine doth smite them with its hammer.
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[15 Sep 2002|03:23pm] |
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i am open-minded!
How indie are you? test by ridethefader
You're pretty knowledgeable about music in general. You like indie music, sure, but that's only part of it.
You'll listen to any old shit as long as it sounds good to you. You're not snobby about music at all, you
just like what you like. Curiously, this makes you popular with the opposite sex.
Sounds pretty sweet to me, except I think it's a little off about the opposite sex thing at the end.
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| Who killed laura palmer? |
[29 Jul 2002|03:47am] |
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So, I'm just sittin in eric/jeremy's pad. Watchin some Twin Peaks and chillin. Eric's asleep, but it's almost 4:00, so that's not too odd these days. Went to Tom's bachelor party last night, eric posted about it, but as he said, he was pretty drunk. So I can probably make a little more sense about it. For the most part it was good times, then tom brought over some of his firefighter/ high school friends. So, naturally, cliques formed quickly, "yakima" kids on the front lawn with the mixed drinks, "cool" kids in the garage with the beer. (with a few minor exceptions) Naturally, we were a little cruel to the other group(quietly), but as the night went on we grew weary of it, and jim decided that they couldn't ALL be fuckers (they weren't, some of them were pretty cool). So he went in to mingle. Of course, I stayed out front, but then I went to school with a lot of those guys also, and didn't really feel like a reunion. Well, things were going okish for awhile, until derek cruz(one of my old school mates) decided to call jim a "faggot". Now, if any of you know jim (pottenger) then you know how he feels about intolerance of any kind, whether it be racism, chauvanism, or gay-bashing. An admirable quality that is sadly lacking in our society. Anyway, jim had tipped back a couple of drinks, and was quite quite mad. And the dumb fuck derek, was much more intoxicated, which only makes him more of a loudmouthed, close-minded ass than he is sober. So, neither of them looked to be backing down, though derek is shorter and skinnier than me(sad isn't it). So jim would've thrown down a healthy dose of kick ass. But, being as how it was tom's bachelor party, and since eric has an intense loyalty to his close friends, another admirable quality, as soon as e-fuckin' money saw how mad jim was, the proverbial camel had a severely broken back. So, eric proceeded to enter the garage and tell derek, "Why don't you calm down before I slit your fucking throat" derek wasn't impressed, even though he's maybe 1/5 of eric, so he didn't calm down, so eric continued "If you don't I'm going to rape your ass and show you what it's like to be a faggot". To give derek his due he is a brave mofo, albeit not the brightest of characters, since eric would've snapped him like a twig. But then josh (gilliam) stepped up behind eric and flexed (which is an impressive sight) and most of derek's friends told him he was on his own for being a fuck head. So, after that things calmed down a bit, jim took off, which was probably best since a throat-slitting wouldn't have been a good thing. Derek didn't leave, but he didn't really show his face around us for the rest of the night. After that eric, josh, and myself pretty much just sat around and talked for the rest of the night, then came back here, where eric and josh proceeded to continue drinking, and eric wrote his lj post. So, it was an interesting night to say the least. Aggrivating to be perfectly honest. Sometimes it's hard for me to realize how intolerant some people are. I feel sorry for them, but I have to wonder what, if anything, would help them to realize the folly of their ways. It's sad to see a group of people sit around a talk about women as if they were nothing but holes to stick their dick in, especially when they are the guys who end up with the girls 80% of the time. To be fair though, almost all of them apologized for derek, and were well aware of how fucking retarded he was being. And there was a rad guy with a cross tatoo who was down with petra. So, most of the guys were pretty cool overall.
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[08 Jul 2002|03:35am] |
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Hello, not much goin on. Just thought it would be a good idea to post something, I realized that I haven't posted since right after dave's wedding, and that was a couple of weeks. Time just seems to fly by. Which is odd, since it's not like I've been busy or anything. I have been having fun, so that could be it.
I've finally got an icon. In case you didn't get the newsletter, that's Tenacious D, the self-proclaimed "greatest band in the world". I would be hard pressed to argue with them. But only because the Beatles aren't together anymore.
I've also finally gotten myself a job. It only took me 9 months of not really looking for one. Not too shabby. It looks like I'm going to be working for the county with my dad. I'll be installing phone lines, and working on computer networks and all that fun stuff. I do have to start working full-time, which I'm not altogether fond of, but it will only be for the summer, and I'm going to be making somewhere in the neighborhood of 10 bucks an hour. So I can't really complain about working too much. I figure I can survive a couple of months, plus it'll give me time to half-assed look for another job to start in the fall. Or, failing that(which is very likely), I'll at least have a bit of cash saved away to keep me going for a few months after the fact.
Had one of the nerdiest weekends ever the last couple of days. I mostly just sat around in my brother's basement playing Hero Clix with him, which, for those who are of the non-nerd persuasion, is a strategy game of sorts involving collectible figurines of Marvel super heroes. Basically you make them fight each other, and try to kill all of the other guy's figures. One of the best parts is being able to quote great lines from comics like "Hulk smash!!", or "Damn you Firelord!! I'll strip the power cosmic from you and destroy you!". Yes I actually said that. Ask Jim and Eric about it.
So, that's about it for today. This post has gone on for far too long, as I have a tendancy to get a little long winded about really trivial things. One more thing though, for those who are still reading. I've been thinking about using my LJ to write a continuing story, just an idea, but I'd like to see if you'd actually want to read it. No ideas as to what it'd be about just yet, but it seems like a pretty decent idea, at least to me.
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| How the hell do I live longer than eric? |
[27 Jun 2002|10:58pm] |
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So, somehow I'm supposed to make it that long, I don't think it's gonna happen.
Based on your answers to the above questions, your current life expectancy is 62 years. If you're not happy with the result, consider that by adopting a healthier lifestyle and avoiding various risk factors, you can increase your life expectancy by up to 15 years.
Your "ideal" weight for maximum longevity is: 176 lbs.
The three biggest positive factors that you have going for you are:
1. Personality type
2. Drinking
3. Driving habits
The three biggest negative factors that you have going for you are:
1. Family health
2. Gender
3. Smoking
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[26 Jun 2002|10:41pm] |
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So here I find myself trapped in gleed, for the umpteenth time. Not having a job or money makes it much more difficult when you run out of gas. So I can't go anywhere, no big deal I suppose. It gives me a chance to catch up on my LJ action. A lot's been goin on, but eric and everybody else has already posted about all of it. So it seems kind of pointless to re-iterate what has already been said. I did have a ghetty D&D sesh with Jeremy and the other erik (not martin), all we had was some paper and some pennies, but we managed to throw together a pretty decent nerd fest. I resurrected an orc from the dead to serve me and fight for me. He ended up sacrificing his life for me in the end. That orc learned to love, it was tragic.
Anyway, away from the nerd side of things, well, to be honest the nerd stuff is pretty much all I've been up to, so I guess that's just sad.
The Roadside show was amazing, which you've heard from plenty of other people, but they aren't lying, it really was amazing. And the Buchanan wedding was cool, but I almost started crying like a baby during it. The reception was fun, I jumped into a juniper bush, twice, because they weren't filming me the first time. It was very prickly, but fun none the less. Other than that action, it's been pretty much the usual, reading, video games, movies, and hangin with the crue. ta ta for now.
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[14 Jun 2002|04:46pm] |
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What's up to all my lj crew. Nothin much goin on out here in gleed town today, had a pretty decent day yesterday. Got to go out bridge jumping with trevor, which is always a good time, got to watch monsters ball, which is an amazing movie, and I just had some good times in general chillin with eric, jeremy, the other erik, and jeff. Even though jeff needed to go to sleep very badly.
So I got to drive my friends car from the passenger seat, that was interesting, I'd always wanted to try it sometime. So it was a fun experience. Not a whole lot else though, so I'll leave you with this
 | | Which Recurring Kevin Smith Character Are You?</b></a> Take the test here |
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which SLC Punk character are you??
</size>Quiz made by Spooky Sprite
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| What's up to all 8 of you |
[07 Jun 2002|03:03am] |
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Hey, my computer's fixed, so I can actually start updating my journal from my house and not erics. That means I'll probably actually do it more often now. But then again I am a lazy, lazy man.
Not much goin on out here in gleed. Pretty stoked about the possibility of seeing Matt soon. Hopefully everything works out well for him.
Had a great day of BBQing over at trevor's house today. Grilled up some burgers, then started experimenting with various other grillable items. Came up with some decent stuff. Like tortillas with cinnamon/sugar and peanut butter, ended up pretty tasty actually. We were bored obviously. Still, good times all around. Plus I got to hang out with nate and martha, so you really can't go wrong with that.
Anyway, think I'm gonna head out and rock the PS2 a bit before bed. Gotta get my video game on.
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| Gas money is the jam |
[03 Jun 2002|06:05pm] |
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Man, I really need to stop saying the jam. It's a great term and all, but I think it's getting a little worn out.
Anyway, been haulin eric's tubby ass around town the last couple of days since his car isn't getting fixed till tomorrow. But he put like a half a tank of gas in my truck, so I guess I can't complain at all. Not that I mind anyway. So we checked out the new borders, MAN! Amazing. It was one of the most depressing hour and a halfs of my life. So many amazing movies and I have zero money. Oh well, hopefully getting a job at Video Tronics, but we'll see how that turns out.
So, eric left his vanilla coke in my truck while we were checking out borders, as did I. I however, had the foresight to stash mine in with eric's new clothes to try and insulate the coke a bit. Didn't work too well, it was pretty warm and gross by the time we were done. Then, eric takes a drink of his coke, and just starts yelling. So i was like what the hell? What's your problem? Well, it turns out that his coke is boiling hot from the sun, seriously as hot or hotter than fresh coffee, I shit you not. He actually burned his mouth on it. So, I laughed at him for awhile, it was pretty damn funny.
That's about the most exciting thing that's happened lately, but it was hillarious so I guess it's good enough.
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| first time |
[01 Jun 2002|12:57am] |
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So, I've finally gotten around to posting a journal entry, I've been meaning too for awhile. Not a whole lot going on. Not with me specifically at least, there's a lot of shit goin down with other people that really sucks. But I guess that's how life works.
Right now I'm just sitting around talking to my ex online and listening to cradle of filth. It rocks. I'm so stoked to be using live journal, I've been waiting to get internet at my house again just so I could do this. Anyway, now I'm gonna screw with my options, so I'll post more later.
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