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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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Monday, December 5, 2005STuffs and more STUFF
Stanford. UPenn. AND ALL THAT JAZZ.
Lots of college apps; moderate amounts of homework.
SCIENCE OLYMPIAD MEET ON FRIDAY
.......Boy, is my plate full for the week
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Topher released a bout of insanity at 10:29 p.m.
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Sunday, November 27, 2005Sine Family Guy, Family Life
Thanksgiving brunch: Hot breakfast buffet. Oven-baked turkey, roasted ham. Polo shirts and parking spots; cranberries galore and pumpkin pie. Stuffing. And a champagne fountain.
Thanksgiving dinner: Spring rolls, greasy. Week-old soup.
Awkward silence; unfortunate conversation.
Somewhere this past week I finished season 3 of Family Guy. And now, I can't think of something to make me happy. I think I need to get a job to make money to buy heroin.
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In all honesty, I actually do not remember the last conversation my parents held that I either participated in or overheard that did not include at least one of the following: colleges, college applications, topher failing at college applications, topher going to COD.
Xman brough up an interesting question; I don't know what makes me happy. Perhaps this is due to either manic depression or really analasian parents completely smothering that wisp-cloud of soul. Or maybe I'm just a giant cosmic mistake, kind of like when you're making four peanut butter sandwiches but you accidentally butter a ninth slice.
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...........nine more months............
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Topher released a bout of insanity at 07:17 p.m.
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Tuesday, November 22, 2005Dreading the Tryptophan
Hmm. School got out today, which translates into five days of...........meh.
Don't ask. Just...be festive. Smile: =)
*ahem* Anyways, not much happening around here worth writing about. MY NUNA COMES BACK SOON!
[/dullest post ever]
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Topher released a bout of insanity at 06:49 p.m.
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Monday, November 14, 2005The Symptoms of Bronchitis: See Also,
I could be writing an essay. Composing a poem. Weaving a story together, character by character, scene by scene. Leaving......some sort of literary legacy. Possibly? Maybe. Just maybe.
I could be creating. People--we--were given creative intellect not without purpose.
Instead: I sit here, eyes blurry and tired, coughing up fluids I definitely don't want to describe. A hacking, wheezing cough, involuntary and uncomfortable. But it's only been a week.
Maybe if I ignore it, it'll go away.
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Topher released a bout of insanity at 05:26 p.m.
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Thursday, November 10, 2005Scheduling Woes
So.
This year's BPA nationals occurs on the same weekend as............senior prom. BPA holds possible promises of medals and awards and things to pad the ego. Prom holds possible promises of lifetime memories I'll never forget--maybe.
Maybe. But you have the week away from responsibility and burden vs. well, that other thing. Yea. Huh.
Shazbot.
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Ohhhhhhhhhh boy. Disneyworld or Drury Lane?
Anyways, Latin club appeared to have won the soccer game as I left early; there's something satisfactory about turing your back upon the cheers of an antsy crowd, something not of a mocking flavor. I think it's cuz having faith in "your" team--well placed faith--can be rather reassuring. Whatever.
(.........choices, choices, choices......)
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Topher released a bout of insanity at 10:39 p.m.
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Sunday, November 6, 2005.........wide Lawns, narrow Minds
Lounging in an old dormitory chair, as a Gackt song plays softly in the background, I search hard but fail to find.......words. Concepts. Ideas. Anything I might transform into meaning; anything I might be able to breathe purpose upon.
(This song's too happy. Ctrl + F = Next?)
"Metamorphoze," huh. Don't know the jap. lyrics; frankly don't care. Sitting in the car back from Oak Park, I--like so, so many people--wonder.
Ninety-five feet of asphalt race beneath my feet every second; I calculate I'm about two vertical feet from certain death by repeated lacerations, eight feet laterally. And I think about burritos.
There's a mexican restaurant on Ogden--El Centro--whose middle-aged lunchtime hispanic cashier on Thursdays is always the same. He doesn't have the quickest mind (pauses with the change) or the best memory (forgets drinks), but he's proud of his job--past the ethnic characteristics, you can see resolution in his eyes. He knows what he's supposed to do; he knows how to do it. Maybe he's the manager; maybe he's really just a middle-aged cashier.
I don't know how he ended up there, every thursday, to take burrito orders from snot-nosed teenagers. I don't know him; I don't know his story.
Maybe I don't care; maybe the piqued curiosity is but a consequence of wondering. But it doesn't matter; now part of his story--albeit a short and likely inaccurate segment--is written, up for others to see. To read. But not to understand, because we can't. Not from just a fragment; not just from another's eyes.
[How far are you in your story?]
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Topher released a bout of insanity at 04:53 p.m.
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Friday, November 4, 2005European Auditory Superiority
I'm sitting in APCS now, blasting "De Ce Plang Chitarele" by O-Zone. Literally blasting, as in all volume settings are turned to max. And it owns. Owns, majorly XD
(some nub tried to play a crappy mix of what he thought was the "numa numa" song. I lambasted him for not knowing what "Love from the linden trees" in Romanian was)
Other news: my ex won't talk to me anymore. Apparently MIT makes her TOO GOOD to talk to people located in the midwest. WELL GUESS WHAT JENNY JEN--YOU'LL NEVER BE TOO GOOD FOR US XD XD XD
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Hmmmm. College interview coming up in couple days. Any tips, people?
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Topher released a bout of insanity at 01:49 p.m.
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