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Past Entries
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By Adorations
Food: Chipotle Burritos, Joy Yees strawberry boba tea, peach & blueberry kasugais, non-cafeteria ANYTHING
Visual: Neon Genesis Evangelion, Boondock Saints, Naruto, Dark Angel, O.C., Simpsons, Family Guy...Prince of Tennis =)
Audio: Linkin Park, Sum41, Enigma, E Nomine; Jpop, Kpop & everything in between
Activities: Math, math, & math...jk--DDR, feeding, sleeping, doodling, plotting to get out of prison the house.
Games: FF1-10, Zelda OoT&MM&WW, SSMB, Max Payne 1&2, DDR. Can you spell n-e-r-d-u-l-o-u-s?
By Numbers
Height: ~174 cm
IQ: 100+
EQ: 0
Weight: 80kg+
DOB: 25-12-83
Insanity: 87%
Paranoia: 114%
Edibleness: 100%
Cell Phones: 0
Bandwidth: 56 Kbps
Mistakes: 536,112,000 and counting
By Person
Taken Name: Topher
Alias: Gopher
SN: erazorlord93
gmail: erazorlord
pitas: erazorlord
xanga: erazorlord
Other Site: Geocities
Cool People:
[me]
[kate]
jenn
vicki
kaidi
robin
catty
joyce
joyoy
grace
[josh]
jessie
james
esther
[Cindy]
tiffany
andrea
cynthia
deanna
joammi
[xAnGa]
jenny jen
jon baker
jonny boy
[Livejournal]
Note: brackets [] denote extra coolness
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Saturday, December 31, 2005[/Oh!-5]: Words of AdviceBy topher
The air is nipping, ever brisk,
The sky's a taint of gray,
Jack Frost is hoping for a frisk-
ing (He's a lonely.............man).
The children play outside with zest
As snow lines rosy brows,
Lucky for them, the child molest-
er's lying low--for now.
The snowman looks inside with tears,
As people laugh and sing,
For he has just but fourth a year,
Until his "death by spring."
Inside the TV's turned down low,
A "New Year's Rockin' Eve,"
Just in! A New York tale of woe,
That fiction couldn't weave.
Out east, New York, somewhere like that,
Ecstatic people meet,
Some high, some dumb, some grossly fat,
To watch a smashing feat:
On top of Jewel there stands a man,
With pity in his eyes,
And toasted Fritos in his hands,
He claims he wants to die.
They egg him on, they place their bets,
Will he jump and take the fall?
They wonder if he has regrets,
Or if he lack the balls.
How many people off themselves,
On such a glorious eve?
But why, in gloomy subjects, delve,
When we're serving melted cheese?
But quickly eat your slathered rye,
I'll speak some words of truth:
Once this year has passed us by,
It's finished--just like youth.
Though you may want to waste the night,
Cajoling little boys,
Stop now, you perv, and seize your right--
The pursuit of wholesome joy.
For though this night may make life feel
As if a blissful bash,
You're one year closer--that's the deal--
To faded, fruitless ash.
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Topher released a bout of insanity at 05:01 p.m.
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Saturday, December 24, 2005Shelf Life: 17 years, 369 days
So I suppose sometime within the next two and a half hours, I should have an epiphany.
Some sort of conclusion, some sort of wisdom--something, anything--to show for the last seventeen or so years. Something to make out of all that youth that........I never savored.
Never savored...never had a chance to savor.
It's all the same, I suspect, in the end. My eyesight's worsening. My back pain's increasing. And my dad won't fucking stop watching my computer screen.
Good thing for notepad.
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For the rest of you out there: Merry XMAS!!!
Enjoy it for me, will ya?
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Topher released a bout of insanity at 09:22 p.m.
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Sunday, December 18, 2005Amidst the Holiday Cheer
She tells me I'm a horrible child.
Then she sobs in her bedroom, anguished about her *failure*
She tells me I'm wrong.
But she won't tell me why she's right.
She says it must be because of all the bad friends I've been making; people who are stealing away the young boy she loves.
And she refuses to accept that differing opinions may be a sidenote of growing up.
And now she's tucked away in her bedroom, sobbing quietly because she thinks she's failed. I've failed--when you define your life with a singular role, that's what happens.
Father, of course, is neatly seated at his home office, typing away without a care in the world. Because he defines his life as something completely separate.
And I sit here, wondering--"where did I go wrong?"
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Topher released a bout of insanity at 10:38 p.m.
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Thursday, December 15, 2005Final Final Day of High
Tomorrow will be the last final exam I shall have to ever take on a final-exam-day. Yes.
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So I talked with a lot of teachers, most gave either the obligatory, "oh, no--that's sad. T_T" response. A few, however, gave me the "it's-their-loss" speech. Hmm. I still have approximately three and a half essays I must write (can't copy & paste from other apps) and four UC essays to write if the time happens to permit.
(Oh, and cynthia? I'm applying to WashU XD
Now, I must start studying for my final tomorrow. It is past ten. I have yet to crack open the bio book.
(This shall be most interesting XP)
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Topher released a bout of insanity at 10:06 p.m.
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Wednesday, December 14, 2005Early Deferral
Hahfuhd decision came today. In e-mail form, of course.
If you can't tell from the title of this post the result of said email......well let's just leave it at that.
Hmmm. Break, soon. Must cook for lots of pple. LOTS OF PPLE!!!
::contemplates college apps::
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Topher released a bout of insanity at 09:43 p.m.
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