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/// Wednesday, September 19, 2001 /// |
03:45p.m.
Hmm... haven't blogged for a few days...
Dang... it seems like I've been really busy lately, but when I stop to think about it, I can't think of anything productive I've done... it must be that freaking time-space continuum (how the heck do you spell that?). Oh well, I don't care.
I really don't feel like blogging, but I have an hour until my class starts, and the photo lab is occupied by a class right now so I can't go develop pictures in the darkroom, so I guess I'm stuck here. Sucky.
Danny, I hear you got $315 back from the deposit... Remember our deal? Of course you do! (just in case you were curious, 25% of $315 is $78.75) And oh, Matt, that goes for you too. Dang... I can't believe we got that much back... Me and Clarence did a sweet job on that craphole though, so I guess we deserve it (especially because I stayed there until like 1:30am that last night and then slept in my car in Buellton on the way home because I was so flippin tired). That also reminds me: Matt, you owe Clarence money for the router. Danny paid me, so you gotta pay Clarence. If you don't, I might have to bust out the lead pipe and my Italian accent... and you certainly don't want that. Same thing goes if I don't get my deposit money from you two friggin mooks... uh oh... the accent is already starting...
Have I mentioned how much I like your layout NnM? I don't think I have... Well, I like it a lot. Samurai Jack is a stud and a half. That show is rad... But I have one question: have there been any new episodes, or do they just keep replaying parts of the original full length feature thing? Watching that show makes me want to go up to SLO and start challenging people with my shinai just like old times... I haven't battled anyone with my shinai for quite some time now... ANYWAYS... In response to your obvious obsession for Dr. Pepper, I must say this: be careful... that dark necter has drawn you so deep into its grasp that you may never escape... I would know... I have been there. Freshmen year of college I drank Dr. Pepper for breakfast, lunch, and dinner... I was addicted, but I didn't want to admit it. "I just love it so much!" I would say. "It's the best drink on the face of the planet, the true necter of the gods!!" I would boast. But eventually I came to realize that Dr. Pepper was ruling my life. So, I made a vow to destroy the Dr. Pepper Iron Fist that was destroying my youth. And, after many hard weeks of fighting a seemingly futile battle, I overcame my addiction. Neal - 1, Dr. Pepper - 0. TAKE THAT YA BASTARD! HA! Now I try to avoid caffeine at all costs (NO I'm not Mormon), but every once in a while I find myself at the fountain filling up my cup with that evil drink... And you know what? It doesn't even taste good anymore. Now that I am no longer addicted to caffiene, Dr. Pepper tastes mediocre, Pepsi tastes bland, Coke tastes flavorless... But as for the uncolas... they are excellent. Sierra Mist is delish, Sprite is oh so very tight, and 7-up is crisp (dang, that one didn't rhyme...). So like I said, be careful... don't let Dr. Pepper ruin your life.
Hey Matt, when I come up to SLO, you wanna play with my shinai with me?? How about you Danny? Oh, that reminds me... I think I'm going to be making a trip to SLO next weekend with Jill. Her brother and a friend of hers live in Santa Barbara, so we were going to visit them, and then probably go to the Santa Barbara zoo. You guys are welcome to drive down and meet us in SB to go to the zoo with us, that would be rad. You can ask Kristina if she wants to go too. And then we could go to SLO and hang out and what not and NOT have drinking parties because neither one of us drinks or likes to be around people who drink, so bugger off ya bloody alcoholics! Yeah. Like I told Matt, I'd love to stay with you guys, but I really can't stand it when you (Danny) have all your people over to drink and be loud and drunk. Neh, we'll see how it goes, whatever. Am I like the only person that left Cal Poly, but still makes frequent trips to see all my friends? Whatever happend to Oz, Dave, and all those other guys I can't remember right now? Hmm... Maybe I visit SLO because I actually like my friends.
30 more minutes until class starts...
Personally, I wish I could learn how to play the chello. But the violin is a rad instrument as well. Or the piano... I would soooooooooo love to be able to play the piano... That would be rad. You know what you should do Elle? You should attack that Vanessa Mae broad (ha ha... broad...) and eat her brains. This would give you her violin chi (because there is such a thing ya know), and would make you the ultimate violinist. Yeah.
I cannot find any American flags ANYWHERE. Every store I go to is sold out. It stinks...
I think I am going to ask my girlfriend to teach me how to play the piano... She knows a few songs. She's rad... and she's so cute too!
I told my sister's boyfriend that if I end up going to war, I will bring him back a turban from some dead terrorist... He's Jewish and was born in Israel, and has had quite a few bad experiences from Jew-Hating Arabs in the middle east. I wouldn't mind nailing a few terrorists for him...
Aw dangit... now I'm thinking about war again... And I was doing so well today! If it wasn't for my girlfriend (and my classes too I guess), I would already be enlisted. But I know how much I would miss my lady, and how much she would miss me, and that would really suck. What a great gal... I'm glad I have her...
Ok, I'm going to stop thinking out loud now and go to class a little early.
Catch you all later. Take Care of yourselves!
(I don't know when my next blog will be because I plan on going to LA to visit my GF this weekend, but I will try and blog whenever I get a chance)
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/// Sunday, September 16, 2001 /// |
10:36 p.m.
I was going to type out a whole bunch of stuff, but then my girlfriend came online, and chatting with her is much more enjoyable (she's awesome!). So I'll catch ya all tomorrow.
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/// Saturday, September 15, 2001 /// |
01:57 a.m.
I love music. I love it... for the first time since Tuesday, I feel somewhat relaxed. I'm sitting here listening to the soundtrack for Escaflowne... ahhhh... I love it... I especially like the track Memory of Fanelia... Quite relaxing...
I think I finally came to somewhat of a resolution today: If America is still in conflict with terrorism by the end of 2001, I will enlist. This will give me a chance to finish the classes I have already started. It's a weird thought... going to war... scary. OK... I'm going to try for one moment and not think of that while I listen to my music...
Take care everyone, and God bless.
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/// Friday, September 14, 2001 /// |
12.22 a.m.
I'm going to be perfectly honest... I just spent about 45 minutes planning and typing out a well-thought out response to you, but upon completion, I deleted it; INTENTIONALLY. What occurred September 9 has changed me greatly. Under normal circumstances I would have logically attacked and picked apart your response, but at times like this doing that seems trivial.
What I will say is this: I feel sorry that you cannot empathize with your fellow neighbors, and I pity the fact that you consider yourself to be coldhearted, that is truly sad. Perhaps the problem with our world today is a lack of empathy between human beings. Maybe if people learned how to love themselves, they could learn how to love others as well.
And now I must attempt to take on the daunting task of falling asleep with so many depressing thoughts running through my mind. My prayers are with those who have suffered, are suffering, and have yet to suffer from this unbelievable tragedy. Unfortunately, this is far from over.
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/// Thursday, September 13, 2001 /// |
01:01a.m.
People certainly do show their true colors when a tragic event such as this occurs. Some people show how truly amazing, caring, heroic, and self-sacrificing humans can be; while others display how ignorant, hateful, and ugly a person can act.
Reading reactions from all you bloggers to these past few events that we have witnessed recently has been rather interesting.
I responded to Ria's rather unnerving comments by signing her guestbook not too long ago. Here is what I said:
"That's too bad you feel the way you do. I only assume it is because this tragedy (yes, tragedy) has happened outside of your country. For Americans like myself, this entire event has been incredibly horrifying. The death toll is estimated to be in the tens of thousands... For reference's sake, the attack on Pearl Harbor cost the lives of 2,400 U.S. Military Personnel. The thousands killed at the World Trade Center were not military, and they had nothing to do with any wars on terrorism. They were innocent, and the only people to blame are the terrorists themselves. I honestly take offense to your comments... Especially because I could possibly be fighting in a war in a matter of months. Yes you are entitled to your opinion, and I respect that, but honestly, I feel it is ridiculous to place the blame on anyone other than the terrorist organization responsible for this heinous act. It is amazing to me how anyone, American or not, can display such a high degree of apathy."
To say that it is America's fault for this happening is incredibly ignorant. I seriously wonder how Ria would react if she had a relative killed in a terrorist attack. I would never in my life wish that upon a person, but I highly doubt she would maintain her exceedingly apathetic view on terrorism.
On the other side of the spectrum...
I'm glad there are people such as Elle and Reean who have respectable human emotions. Although they (like Ria) do not live in the United States, they can still sympathize with the victims of this tragedy. Knowing that America has the support of other countries is greatly uplifting.
Danny, I'm not surprised you don't really know where to stand on this situation; that's basically the response I expected from you bud. "What the [expletive deleted]?" is pretty much what I thought you would say to this situation. Why is it that I want to give you and your foul mouth a big hug right now? You silly bastard you... Oh... Danny, could you link Elle for me? I thought I asked earlier, but knowing me I probably forgot.
Retribution and justice will surely be delivered in time. And although your wishes of seeing the terrorists tortured are definitely understandable, it may be a little unnecessary. An M-16 round to the head of a terrorist is a little more realistic.
I can't believe people do the things they do. I read Danny's response to Nadia, and went to her site to see what he was talking about. Freaking ridiculous... You have our support Nadia, and I honestly hope that our country has learned from the horrible acts that were committed against the numerous Asian-Americans who were placed in "camps" during WWII. Ignorance is unfortunately an emotion that becomes increasingly abundant in times of crises. If I was that girl at your school, I would have leveled that ASSHOLE (and I use obscenities very sparingly) of a teacher to the ground. But then again, I am a young adult male who is run by testosterone.
You're right my friend... not having control over one's fate is perhaps the worst feeling in the huge repertoire of human feelings. But unfortunately, it is a very real part of life, and it is an issue many of us may have to face someday. I have a question for you bud: how do you feel about the prospects of going to war? If we do come to that, and we end up enlisting/getting drafted, we should fully go into boot together. That certainly would be interesting...
I have never thought that joining the military was for me. In all honesty, I never wanted to be a part of an organization that would require me to forget the meaning of the word "individual" and become merely another conforming member of a seemingly robotic society. My views have now changed... I am so ready to do my part for this country that even I have surprised myself. On one hand I want to stay in school and complete my Associate's Degree as soon as possible, but on the other hand I am more than willing to come to the aid of my country if I am needed. Only time will tell if I am, in fact, needed.
Gee... Neal really hasn't been his usual sarcastic, obnoxious, poking-fun-at-people-all-the-time self recently has he? Well, I believe the reason as to why is quite obvious. I have been deeply affected by what has happened to my country... DEEPLY.
Take care of yourselves, and God Bless.
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/// Tuesday, September 11, 2001 /// |
10:16 p.m.
Crowds cheer in the middle east as thousands of innocent Americans are killed... They celebrate our grief.
I feel sick...
If we go to war, I will enlist... PERIOD.
I have taken this attack quite personally, and so should every other American. The terrorists were not attacking a military installation, they were not trying to advance ground on a battlefield... they attacked innocent American civilians. It could have been any one of us killed in these attacks. We all share a common bond with that of the slain: we are American; and this is why we have been attacked.
At times in my life I have been quite dissatisfied with certain aspects of the American government, but when it comes right down to it, I am a patriot. I love this country, and I am honored to be a part of it.
One things for sure... I'm glad we don't have a coward for a President. He may sound like a retard when he talks, and you may not like him, and you may disagree with him, but I believe in the capabilities of George W. Bush. In reality (and despite what some liberals try to convince themselves), Bush is a smart man. He would not have gotten to the position he has attained if he wasn't. I have faith in Bush, and in the American people. The good will prevail. And as far as nuclear missiles go... well... I will just quote my knowledgeable and tenured Criminal Justice Professor:
"We should've turned the entire middle east into a slate of glass long ago."
Extreme? Maybe... But so is flying passenger liners into fully occupied business and government agencies.
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/// Tuesday, September 11, 2001 /// |
05:40p.m.
Jaded...
That's about the best word I can pick to explain how I feel about this entire situation that has transpired today. The images of the Twin Towers and the Pentagon are unimaginable and completely unreal... I have already shed tears for people I never even knew... They were my fellow Americans, and they died for no reason. With my sister and multiple relatives living in New York, and my girlfriend living within a mile of LAX, I can't help but feel overwhelmingly helpless at a time when I wish I could do so much more.
And yet, out of this incredibly devastating tragedy, thousands of police officers, fire fighters, medical personnel, and military personnel have emerged as heroes, and truly make me proud to be an American. They are the reason I aspire to be a law enforcement officer.
Now, as I sit with all of these unforgettable images running through my mind, all I can wonder is if America will go to war. And if we do, will my country need me? If it indeed comes to that, then so be it... I am prepared to fight for what every American lives for, and what no spineless coward of a terrorist can take away: life, liberty, and the pursuit of justice.
As a character in the movie Pearl Harbor put it, "God help anyone who goes to war with America."
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/// Sunday, September 9, 2001 /// |
11:42 p.m.
Screw the system...
I am in ultimate procrastination mode right now... and I have a "little" paper I should be writing for my Legal Aspects and Evidence class... Dude, sucks to that! Ha ha... it's ok though, cuz I'm in a primo-excelente mood, and have been all weekend. I got to spend the weekend with my girlfriend... She's so freaking rad... I'm one lucky guy. But enough of sharing the intricacies of my personal life with all you scoops. "MMnnnaaa... my girlfriend!" ha ha ha ha... WOOOOOOO!
HOMEWORK HOMEWORK HOMEWORK HOMEWORK...
SHUT UP RESPONSIBLE NEAL!! DIE NAZI-COMMIE SCUM!!!
MWUHAHAHAHA!!! Irresponsible Neal conquers all!
Anyways...
My weekend was sweet to the Xtreme. Ha ha... to the Xtreme. Dang... I'm pretty tired. I love being tired and out of it and to the point where I keep laughing at my own jokes... LOOK! A FINGER!!! hahahahaha...
"Mmmnnnnaaaa... my girlfriend."
I got a web cam from my bud Kurtis. He gave it to me for free. Knowing him he will be expecting certain "favors" in return for it, but alas! I am no queer! Yeah, so now I can e-send my e-mug across the internet. Dang... I look pretty hot on that e-cam...
Dude... Matt... you're gay... and I'm too lazy to Copy and Paste the HTML link code-a-ma-bob.
More people need to make fun of me on their blogs. OK... HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT:
Home work for all you friggin scoopy bloggers out there:
Make fun of Neal.
(This is not-surprisingly an incredibly EASY homework assignment. Especially for that gay couple from SLO (you know who you are!). Extra credit points will be given to the most creative attacks on Neal.)
heh heh heh... this should be interesting. Yay. I'm stoked. Ha ha ha... Gosh darnit I'm tired. SCREW YOU AFFIDAVIT PAPER!!
Aw crap... I guess I should, "do my homework." Bah frickin humbug. Neh, such is life, and it could always be worse!!! Hmmm... maybe Danny should keep that in mind whenever he thinks about drinking when he's depressed. Oh, that reminds me... KUDOS MY FRIEND!! (I'm still too lazy to be courteous and link you) Good job on cutting back on the cigarrettes and not drinking that night Dan-O. You my boyee. Ockama sockama my friend... ockama sockama... *makes fist with right hand and thumps right side of chest twice* You're on your way to leading a HEALTHY life. Now wouldn't it be nice to be healthy? You might not be feeling the side-effects now... but just imagine what it'll be like in 20 years. Be strong my brutha, be strong. YOU CAN DO IT!
DUDE MATT!! I totally forgot to tell you... This weekend I was down in LA and...
(made you look loser!) HAHAHAHA
Alright Neal... it's time to get offline honey.
Awwwww! But I don't wanna!!
DANGIT GET OFF THE COMPUTER AND DO YOUR FREAKING HOMEWORK!!*CRACK!!* *BAM!!* *BIFF!!*
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/// Wednesday, September 5, 2001 /// |
02:45 p.m.
I'm a genius. I hit enter and posted nothing... TWICE. I love being a genius.
Anyways, I took a pee and it felt awesome.
It seems Reinselft has gone to the darkside and bought a cell phone... Cell phones are the epitome of all evil, and are the sole foundation for all the problems in our society today. I swear, if I see one more idiot talking on a cell phone while driving a car, I am going to ram them with my Previ until their car swerves into a light pole, get out of my car, pull the person out of their car window, and make them eat their cell phone. And don't get me started on how horrible old people are at driving!! Cell phones turn good, upstanding citizens into greedy, bloodthirsty, conformist cyborgs. For example: Matt used to be a great guy. He had lots of friends, and was just plain fun to be around... And then he bought a cell phone and became the infamous MB. Since then, it has never been the same. Now he walks around with his nose in the air talking on his cell all the time acting as if he is a member of some elite secret society. Well I got news for you fag: you're not! HA! wow... I sure am bored... And class doesn't start for another hour!
Why is it so much fun to bag on your friends?
WHAT THE FREAKING HECK!!! I HAVE TO PEE AGAIN?!?!?! Ah suck. It must have been those four bottles of water I drank within an hour. Whatever. Ok, this time I'm out for good...
Catch all y'all scritches later!
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02:32 p.m.
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02:32 p.m.
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/// Wednesday, September 5, 2001 /// |
01:55 p.m.
Dude... I wish I was an l33t hackzar... then I could dominate this computer I am on by hacking through the Windows NT administrator crap, thus allowing me to install AIM. Neh, whatever.
This school is so lame dude (oh, I'm in the computer lab at my lamer JC by the way). I would compare it to high school, but in all honesty, I think it's worse. It's pathetic. There are all these groups of people that hang out in their cliques (is that even spelled right?) instead of going to class. They come to school, and then don't go to class. How lame. They could atleast just do what I did my freshmen year at Cal Poly and sleep in and play videogames. That was MUCH more productive than pretending to be cool by hanging out with the "in" crowd. DUDE!! This is supposed to be college!!! Why the heck is there an "in" crowd in the first place!!! Stupid, stupid people. I guess this is what I get for slacking off freshmen year... oh well, it's a means to an end. I'll have my Associates in Criminal Justice within 2 semesters, and then it's off to the LBC for me! That'll be cool... Aside from living in the ghetto.
Snooch to the booch with a double deuce nooch to all you SUCKERS out there!!! HA HA HA HA!!! Not only did I have Monday off because of labor day, but I don't have class on Friday this week either! yay... I'm stoked.
Yeah, I thought You and You would enjoy that. And just for clarification, I didn't post every 4 minutes! It was more like every 6 and a half minutes! So suck it! Oh, yeah, that thing about my sister was pretty bad... She would feel really bad if she new you were talking about her that way Daniel. And to think I actually told her you were a nice guy...
Oh Matt, you're gay. (ha ha ha... that was a totally unprovoked attack at your homosexuality, but I felt like saying it, so I said it)
Dang... I really have to pee... but I don't want to give up this incredibly crappy computer... oh well... my bladder is more important. I will be back shortly.
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/// Saturday, September 1, 2001 /// |
09:51 p.m.
Sucks to this weekend.
Hmmm... I don't know if I'm to the point of gouging my eyeballs out, but inflicting some kind of pain upon myself would definitely help with this boredom... Maybe I'll give myself a patented Neal punch in the face... neh... we'll see.
Reean is back and in action... and from the looks of it, she's having problems with gbook too. Apparently, the 'G' in "gbook" stands for GAY. Stupid gbook givin' me crap...
Hey! Thanks Ria! Ya know... I do try...
Bad day? Join the club duder...
Homoerotic Neal is creepy eh?? Yeah... well, I guess I'd have to agree with that comment. And did you say you don't know which Neal persona you want?? ha ha ha... well, I'm flattered, but this vessel is spoken for (although I do think Homoerotic Neal is available... but I'm not sure you're his type XD XD). Oh... I need to remember to ask Danny to add you to my blog links. I'd do it myself, but I have no idea how this stuff works. I'm just the driver ma'am.
Dang... I need something to do... *looks at ps2* "Come to me my sweet sweet bundle of joy... together we shall conquer boredom..." And on that note, I'm off to play "Oni." Speaking of that... I went back to Blockbuster yesterday to tell them how horrible the Gundam game was, and they let me trade games no questions asked. Basically, the cover for Oni looked cool, and she had a gun, so I picked it. It's not too bad really... not too bad at all... Peace outties home scrills.
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/// Friday, August 31, 2001 /// |
11:38 p.m.
AHHHHHHH!!!!! IM GOING TO MURDER SOMEBODY!!!
Dude... I hate AOL, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!!! DUDE!! I just spent freaking who knows how long responding to all you fabulous people out there on my blog, and what happens? AOL decides to be GAY. This really shouldn't surprise me because it happens all the time, and I could have prevented it by copying what I had typed every so often... But did I have enough forethought to do so? NO. Dang... and my replies were oh so very clever... what a sad day... not even my watercolors are making me happy... ha ha ha... yeah they are. Woo hoo, crisis averted! But I still want to kill AOL. Ok... Tomorrow I will RETYPE everything that disappeared tonight, so until next time... ADIOS.
OBVIOUS STATEMENT OF THE DECADE: AOL SUCKS.
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/// Friday, August 31, 2001 /// |
05:14 p.m.
First off, let me start by saying, "Screw You," to all you too-goods out there that have cool plans this labor day weekend. I'm jealous. Basically my weekend will consist of loafing, blogging, pretending to study, and playing PS2. How lame am I? Yeah, pretty lame.
Speaking of PS2... I rented Mobile Suit Gundam: Journey to Jaburo today. It's freaking horrible. Now, I am not a huge fan of the Gundam series in the first place, but this game is seriously horrible. The story is lame (maybe that's why I never cared for Gundam...), the controls FREAKING SUCK, and the graphics are not nearly as good as they could be on the PS2. I think I'm going to go back to Blockbuster and say to the guy at the counter, "Hey, Skip... this game sucks, and it's your fault. Lemme speak to your manager so I can get your no good, greasy, pimply butt fired." Ha ha ha... like that would ever happen... anyhoo...
Danny (known to many of you as Zeruel the Homofag) and Matt are going on a big gay camping trip this weekend, and won't be able to blog. So, in their absence, I will be blogging for them, on my site. They are going to call me each day on Matt's cel phone and tell me what to say for them. And as a matter of fact, I have the first message from Danny and Matt right here in front of me...
FROM DANNY:
"Duece trey nil lo duece, trey to the nil deuce trey, duece duece trey lo nil duece. XD translate that one XD Yep, here I am in SAN DIEGO on a camping trip with all my gay friends. It's going to be great. We're going to drink until we puke, and then get in our tents and have our way with eachother (if you know what I mean *wink wink*). Luckily I'm going to be in the same tent as Matt and our friend Adam. 3 hot boys in a 2 man tent. Could life be any better? We plan on sleeping naked and sharing body heat so that we can save on the amount of blankets we use up; aren't we clever? Well, it seems that it's dinner time! Yippee! We're having hot dogs! mmmm... my favorite! Ok, bye bye! Love, Daniel."
(EDITOR'S COMMENT: Um... when did Danny turn so gay? Dang, you think you know a person so well, and then you find out you know nothing about that person at all! I guess these things happen when Danny gets in such close quarters with so many "hot boys" as he put it.)
FROM MATT:
"Hello everybody! I have to make this quick because I'm a cheap peice of crap and I don't want to use up too many minutes on my crappy peice of crap phone. This weekend is going to be so splendid! I don't know if Danny told you, but I'm going to be in the same tent with Adam!! Oh baby, that makes me so randy. Grrrrr... That boy is so hot! Wow, I'm such a queer. My name is Matt, and I am a cheap queer. Ok, I have to go now. Ta ta for now! With much love, Matthew."
(EDITOR'S COMMENT: OK... What the heck is going on? Are all my friends turning gay? I mean, it's not that I have a problem with it, but dude... who woulda guessed? Sheesh... Well, I guess if they are happy, then I am happy for them. More power to you guys! I respect the fact that you are both comfortable with your homosexuality.)
And on that note... I think I'm going to go find something to do that does not require sitting (dang... I guess that rules out TV, PS2, and my computer...). Later All.
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/// Friday, August 31, 2001 /// |
10:45 a.m.
ehhhhhhhhhhhh... my back... duuuuuuuude... Someone take a baseball bat to my spine and make it stop bugging me... Stupid back hurting from laying in weird positions and sleeping on it funny... I should go around campus (I'm at school right now) asking random people to punch me in the spine... ha ha ha... that would be freaking heelarious.
Yo D, what's the dizzy with that whacked out shizzy on my page? The counter is working, and I thank you for doing that (you're a stud 'n' a half), but now the page is off centered... or so I think. Maybe it's just this whacked out POS school computer. (why do I keep saying whacked out?) Neh, you can check it out and do whatever is necessary. Glad I could cheer you up. And just for clarification... YOU ARE MY PEICE OF MEAT!!! HOLD MY POCKET!!! ha ha ha... (or should I use that happy face? XD XD XD...). Oh, I'll find that extreme tracking info as soon as humanly possible, but I can't right now because I'm at this sweet hellhole of a JC.
Worst city ever... Why? Because of the dirty people, the dirty streets, the dirty buildings, and the absolutely incredible, exceedingly astronomical crime rate... And guess where I want work? ha ha ha... It's not a pretty job, but somebody's got to do it.
Aw crap... class starts in 5 minutes... YAY!! IM EXCITED!!! I LOVE CLASS!! blech...
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/// Wednesday, August 29, 2001 /// |
10:53 p.m.
Dangit Danny... why do you have to make me feel bad? I wasn't serious big guy! Come on... this is Neal we're talking about here... *puts on puppy dog face and extends arms for hug* I didn't mean to put you in a worse mood; and I'm sorry you have been having a lousy couple of days, because that just plain sucks. But such is life my good friend, and how you handle your problems is the determining factor in what type of person you are. And you, my friend, are too good and too strong of a person to wash away your problems with alcohol. So if you need to talk, you got friends, and you know it. As for my girlfriend, her name is Jill... geez... I'm smiling just thinking about her... Yeah, she's waaaay cool. You'll meet her sometime soon (if you behave yourself!). Dude, she's awesome... and I get to see her tomorrow!! Yay!! anyhoo... Oh, about Tough-guy Neal... I said he's been restrained... not completely gone. And as for the life stories... I knew you were joking... so was I. Doy.
Danny (Zeruel) has been feeling a little blue these past couple of days, so I think we all need to give him a few words of encouragement. Please help out in making him feel loved. Things you can say include:
"You're a great guy Danny, and you have a lot to look forward to in life, so don't do anything now that would hinder your life dreams."
"Ya know Dan-o... you sure are sexy. The way your hair looks when you wake up in the morning turns me on like a light switch. And dang... don't get me started on that cute butt of yours!"
"Sometimes in life we come across obstacles that seem impossible to overcome... And it's times like this when we need to stop, and think about how many hot asian and latina ladies there are waiting for a skinny, foul-mouthed, alcoholic, smoke stack of a civil engineer to come and sweep them off their feet."
"I love you Zeruel. Your web designs make my heart tremble... Your profane babblings make my loins tingle with goodness... Your incorrigible attitude sets afire a burning desire deep within my bosom... Zeruel... the name of my master... Will you bear my children?"
"Danny, we're your friends. We care about you and hate to see you in lousy moods. Talk to us bud, we're here for you."
Ok everybody, you all get the idea... Now just post on your blogs, or attack Danny's guestbook with words of encouragement for our sad little Zeruel. As for me... well, I gotta do my homework and head off to bed...
PEACE OUTTIES HOME SKILLS!!
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/// Wednesday, August 29, 2001 /// |
06:50 p.m.
Alright scrithes, Neal is at school and has class soon, so he's got to make this quick:
Dang, Zeruel can be a bitter little man can't he? And just for clarification... You know for a FACT that I restrained myself when Justin threw the coffee at my car. Did I even threaten to touch him? No. So yeah, Tough-Guy Neal was definitely in check. He tried to take control, but was thwarted. Oh... screw you by the way. Ha ha ha... about the skateboarding, my Lady-Friend (you don't deserve to know her name after what you called her, and you probably will never meet her you big meany head) has no problem with it. But Neal's body has a slight problem with it. Basically I'm not going to be doing all that crap that gets me hurt (ie: going to skate parks), but I will definitely continue to work on my kick flips, moving ollies, shove its, nollies, and the such. So don't give me any crap you freaking puss-nod. Bitter bastard. Life story? I thought that was the point of having a blog... we're all freaking scoop and you know it. So don't get that superior Danny attitude you love to get.
Like I seriously care how You spell manitea? For all I care, people can go around nailing tons of Sea Cows with their boats. But since you hate them so much, I'm going to pretend to love them. Awww... they are so cute... Especially when they hump the glass at Sea World... awww...
I'm glad Someone appreciates all the time I put into my incredibly pointless ramblings! So you love cheese eh? I hope you mean cheese the dairy product and not Cheese the Neal... or else I might have to tell my lady friend... ha ha ha...
Aw freaking weak... I have to go to class... Stupid 3 hour Community Relations class... "How to be a friendly cop." Well, I guess that's not so stupid... we need more friendly cops. But the class doesnt need to be 3 flippin hours long!!! Eh, whatever...
Alright kids, catch yas all later, I have more to respond to, but Neal's on a tight schedule, ya know?
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/// Tuesday, August 28, 2001 /// |
08:50 p.m.
I just burped and it tasted like hot wings... which would make since because I just ate hot wings. Yeah. Ok, on to business...
What's with the abuse?? Where's the love people? Where's the love? And don't let THEM fool you NnM... THEY are the abusers. Accusing me of being stupid and stealing kids' lunch money... what horribly exagerrated accusations... I mean seriously dude... You beat ONE kindergardener up during your freshman year of college and all of a sudden people are calling you a "bully" and a "criminal" and even a "disgusting, pathetic excuse for a human being." And dude, it wasn't like the kid needed a blood transfusion or anything!! A few splints and bandages and he was as good as new. Plus, he had like $5.00 in his pockets!!! Ha ha ha...
Dude, you're gay dude. Nuf said. Actually, not nuf said... SAVE THE MANITEES!!! Ha ha ha... nuf said!
YOU SUCK EVEN MORE! Ha ha ha... yeah... About that next skate video... Neal's taking it easy with the skateboarding... I don't need any more serious injuries where I get weird lumps on my body that don't go away (yeah, that bump on my shin is still there). And as a matter of fact, Neal should probably take it easy with all the stupid insane retarded homoerotic things he does. But that's probably just the Mature Neal talking... You get a camera out Immature Neal just might win the fight for control of this vessel.
Hmmm... that makes me wonder... how many "Neals" are there...? hmmm... let's list 'em!!
EXPLANATION: Alone I am an empty vessel. Merely a shell with no persona. Fortunately, this vessel is occupied by many "Neals," each with their own personality, IQ, memories, and the such. At any given time there is atleast one persona running the Neal Vessel. Control of the Neal Vessel is determined mostly by means of boxing matches, junk wrestling, and good old-fashioned bar brawls. The personas duke it out, and control of the Neal vessel is given to the victor. Here is a simple list... a mere scratch of the surface that is, in essence, Neal. (everyone is encouraged to look within their own vessel to find the many personas at work within)
Mature Neal: possibly the only source of maturity found in the Neal Vessel; in the past Mature Neal was nearly non-existent, but as time goes on, Mature Neal keeps training in the gym, and continues to win more and more boxing matches; Arch-nemesis: Immature Neal
Immature Neal: in the past Immature Neal was frequently at the reins of the Neal Vessel, causing the vessel to act in many obnoxious ways; presently, Immature Neal has suffered many defeats by his Arch-Nemesis Mature Neal; will he ever make a come back? Let's hope not.
Realistic Neal: this persona is responsible with providing the Neal Vessel with common sense and other forms of realism; ; at times this persona may seem pessimistic, but hey, thats reality for ya!; although a tough contender in the ring, Realistic Neal has, from time to time, been undermined by sucker punches from Disillusioned Neal
Disillusioned Neal: dreams, goals, fantasies, and desires are all the work of this exceedingly wistful persona; if something is totally unrealistic and can't be accomplished, Disillusioned Neal is there to try and boost the ego of the Neal Vessel; often times Disillusioned Neal is knocked out cold by a hard right to the temple delivered by Realistic Neal
Tough-guy Neal: made frequent appearances during freshman year of college while living in the Cal Poly dormitories; a frequent user of brutal tactics and verbal abuse, Tough-guy Neal has since been successfully restrained from controlling the Neal Vessel by Mature Neal and Self-Control Neal
Self-Control Neal: "stop, breathe, count to three..." is the motto of this rather helpful young persona; a fairly recent edition to the Neal Vessel, Self-Control Neal has helped impede many potentially hazardous situations that would have formally been handled by Tough-Guy Neal; the friends of the Neal Vessel are greatly appreciative of this persona (especially Andre... heh heh heh)
Homoerotic Neal: nipple pinching, package grabbing, bathroom door picking, butt humping (no, NOT for real!!), lisp talking, brain flashing, same-sex hand holding, and gentle caressing are all the dirty, queer work of this severely confused persona; he's not gay, he's just weird; one might say he is "comfortable with his sexuality"; many times Homoerotic Neal is enticed and/or seduced by Homoerotic Matt, Homoerotic Danny, Homoerotic Kurtis, and others; often works together with Immature Neal
Relationship Neal: perhaps the friendliest, wittiest, nicest, most genuine, and most sensitive persona found in the Neal Vessel, Relationship Neal has no need to fight for control over the Neal Vessel due to the fact that all other personas know when it's time for him to take over; Relationship Neal has learned from the past, and is now involved with a rather extraordinary young lady known simply as "Neal's Lady Friend"
hmmmm... I think that's enough personas for now... There are plenty more, but this vessel is getting tired of typing. Adios All! Catch ya's on the flippity side!
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/// Monday, August 27, 2001 /// |
05:32 a.m.
Holy sweet freaking crap dude... do you see what time it is?? Yeah... 5:30 am... freaking insane... I just got back from my old apartment in SLO. Dude... my eyes feel like they are going to burst... And wow... I just noticed how many ellipses I've used... Whatever. Yeah, anyways, this weekend was awesome/sucky. Definitely an interesting combination. Alls I know is that I better be getting the mad "bling bling" back. "Bling bling..." what a freaking ridiculous term.
Oh, I noticed Danny (I'd link his name, but I'm too lazy to do the html code, and plus, you all know where Profane Babbling is) removed guestbook entry #234 by Catherine... That's too bad, it was rather hilarious, and extremely disturbing. I knew I should've saved it... Oh well, maybe next time. But seriously, just for the record, and to inform those of you that DID see the post, it was not really Catherine (or so I hear...) but it was some pudwhacker pretending to be Catherine. Wow, how ingeniously clever... I wish I was still in third grade. Ha ha ha... hoooooo... Damn, I still have homework to do. AHHHHHHH!!!! Stinkin stupid Criminal Procedure class... Alright kids, Neal's going to get to work so he can try and get a couple of hours of sleep tonight... Peace outties. (ha ha ha... I really amuse myself when I'm about ready to pass out from fatigue...)
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/// Sunday, August 26, 2001 /// |
10:41 a.m.
Hello everybody... Unfortunately I can't do a REAL post due to the fact that I am up in San Luis Obispo with my friends attemtping to clean out our craphole of an apartment so we can get our deposit back. Pfff... like that's ever going to happen. Neh, oh well... Alright, catch y'all's later.
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/// Friday, August 24, 2001 /// |
07:01 p.m.
Oh my freaking gosh dude... I am severely disturbed and afraid for my good friend Danny. read the guestbook entry on his Profane Babbling site, entry #234, signed by Catherine. I do believe it speaks for itself. My personal favorite comment by Catherine is, "I want you to... shove your industrial-size cream cannon in my freshly-baked fudge tunnel..." WTF dude... WTF... Some people...
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/// Friday, August 24, 2001 /// |
05:15 p.m.
YAY!! I know how to blog!! That's freaking sweet duder... I feel so smart. The feeling of accomplishing a task that seems difficult but in actuality is butt-fart easy is rather good. Ok, on to the specifics...
Thank you so very much for this site my lovely Zeruel. You are my hero, and you're a studly guy, and I want to bare your children. We could elope and go buy a nice little house in the hills of Fanelia and raise a nice family... But yeah... anyways... The site looks excellent (despite the fact that AOL sucks and I can't read the part that says "Attention Deficit Scoopivity Disorder" ... Oh well, I'll just keep using Ineternet Explorer).
Dude, Matt, you're gay dude. Dude... are you in the zone dude? Are you in the Matrix? I'm in the zone dude... Neal is your master by the way. Not only do I OWN Playstation 2 and Gran Turismo 3, but I rented Zone of the Enders (which is a pretty lame game, but it has the Metal Gear Solid 2 playable demo with it). Yeah, I am Solid Snake. The full length game is going to be so freaking rad... Everytime I think about it my brain starts cycling through every word I use to express high degrees of stokage. yay...
Yo yo yo... thank you very much Nataku no Miko and Ria for linking me... You two are "A-OK" in Neal's book. And you also have excellent sites... Maybe one day I'll learn how to make a web site of my own that's as pretty as yours. I highly doubt it though... That HTML stuff looks pretty confusing... And it wouldn't be worth it to use a program like Microsoft Frontpage becaue Zeruel would yell at me and call me dirty names for prolonged periods of time. Neh... whatever.
Does anybody think I use ellipses too much? Yes...? No...? Maybe so...? Neh... ya know...
Ok since I have absolutely diddly flippin squat to do right now and my finger is all better and I can type like a mad man again I'm going to follow Matt and Ria's lead and make some lists. Stupid run-on sentence with no punctuation... ha ha. Here goes:
10 Best CD's I own:
(not necessarily in any particular order)
1. Pennywise - About Time
2. Unwritten Law - self titled
3. Blink 182 - Chesire Cat
4. AFI - Art of Drowning
5. Hangnail - self titled
6. The Vandals - Hitler Bad, Vandals Good
7. The Aquabats - The Fury of
8. Pennywise- Straight Ahead
9. Suicide Machines - self titled
10. Weezer - self titled blue
10 Best DVD's I own:
(most to least favorito)
1. Fight Club
2. se7en
3. 12 Monkeys
4. Snatch
5. Gladiator
6. Cowboy Bebop (all of 'em)
7. The Matrix
8. Escaflowne (all of 'em)
9. Akira
10. Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Hmm... I sure am bored... and it sure is funny because I'm sitting here typing all this crap in the blogger with the thought that someone might actually read and care about what the heck I'm saying. Delusions of grandeur... Realistic Neal is saying, "Hey dumby, there are about 3 people that are going to read this... and they don't care." While Disillusioned Neal is thinking, "Wow... my words are powerful... I type, and the world is changed. I must find a way to better the world through the use of my computer and this Pitas blogger..." For your information, Disillusioned Neal is an idiot. Fortunately, Realistic Neal is a much better boxer and he frequently beats the crap out of Disillusioned Neal.
I get to go to SLO this weekend... It's going to be cool to see Matt and Danny and Clarence and Lesley and Kristina and Adam and Justin and Erika and everybody else, but we have to clean so it's going to suck. Aw crap... I just remembered the hole I punched in the wall that needs to be repaired... now THERE'S a story...
Time for fude, later dude.
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/// Friday, August 24, 2001 /// |
02:42 p.m.
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Oh my freaking snap dude... what the heck is going on... NEAL IS POSTING??? Naw... that couldn't be... He's too much of a too-good lamer to spend any time posting...
Well kids, I got news for you... The moment you all have been waiting for is finally upon us: Matt came out of the closet. Oh wait... no... the moment you all have been waiting for is the day that Neal posts... Neh, whatever. Matt's gay, and Neal is posting, so this is definitely a day to remember.
Oh... I was just informed by Matt over Instant Messenger that certain people don't like the word "gay" used in any negative connotation. Well gee wiz... I guess these people need to realize that that's just the way I talk. Unfortunately I am a product of my environment... I am weak willed and have conformed with the lingo of the playground... Therefore words like "gay," "fag," "homo," queer," etc. etc. et al and so on and so forth, are common words in my vocabulary. Does this make me narrow minded? Probably. But seriously people, don't let it offend you. I'm not here to offend anybody. And you may notice that in all likelihood, any references I make to ANYONE being gay, are targeted at good friends of mine (i.e.: Matt, Zeruel, Clarence, Lesley...). I don't just go around rampantly making fun of gay people. That would just not be right. Gay people are people too, and for your information, a good friend of mine is gay. Do I make fun of him for being gay? No. But seriously, homosexuality is definitely humorous. I mean dude... the piping is all wrong! It's just not natural dude... But whatever man, what people do in the bedroom is their business, not mine. And TRUST me, I am NOT homophobic. Just ask my ex-roomies about that. HA HA HA... Ok... now... I wonder how many people I've pissed off... Hopefully not too many. And hopefully the ACLU or some Gay Civil Rights Group won't come to my house picketing my doorstep and demanding justice for all gays of the world... Sweet crap dude!! All I did was call my friend gay!! Ha ha ha... Dude... I'm probably going to get flamed for my comments... so I guess I'll just save all those people with pent up rage out there some trouble and flame myself. I will also respond to my personal flames. Here we go:
"U suk." - Yes, I certainly do suk.
"You are so narrow minded." - Yeah, you should hear me talk about carnies.
"My uncle's friend's neighbor's co-worker is gay, so I take offense to your comments." - Um... ok duder.
"You shouldn't make generalizations about gay people like that. It's ignorant, and shows a complete lack of compassion for your fellow human beings." - DUDE! All I did was call my friend Matt gay! And honestly, if you met him, you'd know why! ha ha ha...
Hmmm... that's enough flames for now... Hopefully I won't get any real ones, but if I do, I'll be sure to share them with all of you. And once again, Neal is a jokester, he jokes CONSTANTLY, and he is ALWAYS being sarcastic. So please don't let anything I say offend you, because being mad at me is just not worth your time. I am not important enough for people to get all flustered about my random ramblings. Thanks for understanding, you'll have to excuse my ignorance.
Anyhow... I think I'm gong to click "done!" now so I can see if I did this right. I probably didn't because I'm such a dumb kid. And my guess is that those links I tried to make will not work... Neh... we'll see... peace outtie, I'll catch ya'll on the flip side.
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/// Tuesday, August 21, 2001 /// |
4:06 p.m.
Hey everyone. Since I'm not being obnoxious, and using profanities, this obviously isn't Neal. He's being a fuck-head right now, and not using this weblog.
This is Zeruel. You all know me.
I made this weblog for Neal about two weeks ago. He hasn't really used it, except for that "Uh... is this crap working duder?" post. -_-
Neal, appreciate my work, and start posting. Especially since you now have people coming to your weblog. Wonderful people, like NnM and Ria have already linked you. How nice is that?
I assure you, everyone: Neal will start posting in about a week. He's busy with a certain 'lady friend' right now, and she's only here for one more week. I guess I kinda understand. Kinda.
Neal. Post.
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/// Wednesday, August 15, 2001 /// |
05:23 p.m.
There you go, bud. Now, work on linking things, like this.
Also, learn how to put spaces between paragraphs, like I just did. "[p]", except with the HTML brackets. Have you read those tutorials yet?
Send me a reply email already.
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/// Tuesday, August 14, 2001 /// |
10:48 p.m.
Uh... is this crap working duder?
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/// Saturday, August 11, 2001 /// |
01:58 p.m.
Alright, Neal. Here it is. The purple-ish color turned out to be one of those fucking "in the middle" colors, so nothing really looks good as text, except for grey. That happened to me with that one SephNET layout. Ugh. Fuckin pisses me off. And I never know, till it's done. Whatever.
Anyways, here's just some stuff you need to know.
You need to know a bit of HTML, my friend. To put a space between paragraphs, you need to put a "[p]" in. But they're not brackets like those. They're supposed to be like "<" and ">". Got it? Spaces between paragraphs is a necesity.
Uh, you also need to learn how to link someone. It would go something like this, but with the right brackets:
[a href="the url" target="_blank"]what you're linking[/a]
Basically, just write that down somewhere. Or put the exact form in some notepad, and just edit-cop-paste it in every time you wanna link something. I just copy it from my own code, fill in the proper url, and put in what I want to be linked. Do you see what I'm saying? Here's how the above code would look:
It's easy. You'll get the hang of it.
You can now get a counter. Go get one here. (notice the link? Yeah!)
I haven't made your guestbook yet, cause gbook.nu isn't working right now. Fuckin janky-ass server. XD
You also need to sign up with ExtremeTracking to view your hit referrals and whatnot. This way, when people are talking shit about you from their weblogs, you can see what they're sayin, and what URL they're sayin it from. XD At least, that's the purpose it serves you. For me and Matt, we see where people are linking us. That way, you can make new friends.
Hmmm..I think that's it. Email me all that info.
Enjoy the layout.
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Name: Neal
Contact: Email
Age: 20
Born and raised: Southern CA
Ethnicity: Italian, Puerto Rican, Native American, Scottish, French,
British. Yeah, I'm a mut.
Occupation: Bum/College Student
Major: Criminal Justice
University I Got Booted From: Cal Poly University, SLO
College I Now Attend: Moorpark College
Aspiration: To be a true hero of our generation
Hobbies: getting injured (unintentionally of course)
Please: Buy me stuff
Television: Jackass, The Critic, The Simpsons, UCB, Whose Line is it Anyway,
and any show that involves Matt's mom and peanut butter!
Movies: se7en, Fight Club, Snatch, 12 Monkeys, Braveheart, The Patriot,
Gladiator, The Empire Strikes Back, Aliens, The Godfather (parts I and II,
but not III), The Matrix, and Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Bands: Pennywise, Unwritten Law, Dogwood, Hangnail, AFI, Weezer
Anime: Cowboy Bebop, Escaflowne, Evangelion, Samuri X, Lodoss War, Akira
Video Games: Counterstrike, FFIX, FFVII (dang, I still gotta finish that), Zelda (the original, and Ocarina of Time), Metal Gear Solid, Diablo, Tony Hawk (1 and 2)
Known Gang Affiliations: Ten-ya Crew and The Mormon Mafia (honorary member)
Hates: white trash, bad grammar, and Matt's Dad
Loves: talking in the third person, hand to hand combat, and ellipses
Alcohol: is for big fat stupid dumby-heads
Fav. Drug: natural adrenaline
One hot Broad: Matt's mom
Words: Dude, score, freaking, totally, awesome, sweet, rad, definitely, wusser, bud, crap, weak, lame, suck(s)(ed)(y), stoked, scoop, classic, basically, dang, heck yeah
I am: Van Fanel, Solid Snake, Spike Spiegel, Obi Wan Kenobi, Tyler Durden, the T1000, Rurouni Kenshin, Bruce Lee
Proud of: Clocking 79 hours on FFIX in less than 2 weeks
Ashamed of: (see previous entry)
Names people have called me: Nil, A.D.D. Boy, Welfare Boy, Sloth Boy, Lover Boy, jerk, sexy mongrel (thank you Matt's mom), and many other various obscenities
Hitlist: Adam Corolla, Howard Stern, Jeff Manson, Chuck the Security Guard, Jar Jar Binks, The 3 dipwad RAs from Tenaya (Rob, Chris, and Becka), Steve (the beer guy), and that guy that tried to pick a fight with me at Pacific Sunwear
Color / Blue
Flavor / Blueberry
Aura / Crimson
X / Sheishirou (heck yeah)
Mecha / Escaflowne
Evangelion / Kaji (the only Eva character without major psychological
problems...awesome)
Cowboy Bebop / Spike
Escaflowne / Allen (but if I change the hair color to dark, I'm more like
Van. So let's pretend I have black hair again)
Purity / 67% pure
Bastard / 37% bastard
Gay / 16% gay
ADHD: Positive (test taken in a clinical setting)
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