Sunday, June 27, 2004

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.
I had so much to do last night. I was supposed to post in Apartment Room C, I had to look over classes in City of Heroes and decide on one of them- I had to work out how I would get my copy of City of Heroes [the one I bought was for my gaming bro, who will be joining me]. I never got the post done, I'm still not sure on the classes- the only real thing I've struck off that list coming into today is getting a copy.

Even that was a bit hard fought, my dad thinks I spend too much money on games- and, you know, that makes him a hypocrite. You know what he has? He has a fucking record collection.

There are so many records in this goddamn house. In several key rooms, bookshelves full- stacked up. They are even being stacked up in the den now- there are too many for his "storage" areas.

So I can safely say my games collection is small in comparison to that.

To make it worse, I slept until 5:45 and had dreams about a person I am in love with- the dreams were alright, the time I got up wasn't. I had set my alarm through 2:30, but I turned it off and sorta climbed back into bed. I am still tired- I guess I haven't caught up on my sleep.

Ugh. Things are too complicated at 15 in this situation. But it is for my comrades. Thankfully, my parents are not the brightest fuhrers in the pack, so I can slide underneath their radar pretty easily in regards to "acquiring" mula.

But it won't take forever. Ironically, I'm only doing something marginally smarter than my mom. My biological mother stole actual items from them- jewelry mainly- for her drug money. Maybe that makes games my drug. Hm, who knows.

*shakes head* This is so dorky. I've had this odd yearning feeling to not be alone anymore- to have a girlfriend to touch, to hold, to love. Just someone to be around. Maybe I should try making more friends than 0 to start off with, haha. Ahh.

Ugh. I had a thought. If I became a soldier, I would essentially murder people. I wondered if the friends I would be around would shun me for it- if someone I loved dearly would shun me for it. My friend said that that was part of the job. Heh. I am ordered to plan out the best way to order people under me to kill the "enemy", who has a different plan, but the same order.

So would you shun a murderer? Or would you insist that I am not a murderer, just to keep your conscience clean from interacting with me.

So many questions.

"One murder made a villain, Millions a hero.--Princes were privileg'd To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime. Ah! why will kings forget that they are men, And men that they are brethren?"

PS. I'm literally ballet dancing to a band you have to check out. They are called "Poison the Well", and they are, thusfar, my favorite band of the past few years. If you want some mp3's I could rip you a couple- hell, I could give you the whole album for free. o.O;

*continues his dancing*

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Saturday, June 26, 2004

Sui caedere.
I'm off to bed to avoid this depression wracking my head, but how about a picture of some katyushas.



I'm too tired to type up what they are, so here's a quote from an article on them.

"The 82mm BM-8 and 132mm BM-13 Katyusha rocket launchers were built and fielded by the Soviet Union in World War II. The launcher got this inofficial, but immediately recognized in the Red Army, name from the title of a Russian wartime song, Katyusha about a girl longing for his beloved, who is away on military service. Katyusha is a tender diminutive of a female name: Ekatherina (Katherine) -> Katya -> Katyusha.

The idea for the Katyusha rocket launcher was sparked by Nazi Germany's development of the six-barreled Nebelwerfer rocket mortar in 1936. The Red Army began work on the design of rocket artillery in 1938, and deployment was approved on June 21 1941."

*huggles the katyusha*

I'll have a typical post today, sometime. Yay, driving school test today, yay.

POSSIBLE TOPICS FOR TOMORROW: Stuff about my heart- how you can keep yours confused and unsure of where to go! Always a nice kick in the pants. The word morose- it's meaning and how it affects you. Or maybe a bit of me trying to explain to you why person b is unreachable by person a- at least person A thinks so. Or I could wake up content. Anyway..

All this and more, on the next episode of...

Sui Caedere.

Heh heh. Melodrama. *lights out, bids goodnight to all his amigas, amigos [and otherwise =P]*


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Friday, June 25, 2004

Show me the power child, I'd like to say that I'm down on my knees today.
I had a minor shock last night. I came across a news article on a random website for a south Oklahoma city that was talking about my mother.

She was the right age, had that unique name and the city is located very close to Dallas- right on the border.

It was very hard to deal with. Both the idea that my mother could be in jail and that this was the only way I could know if she was still around or not.

I found a later news article about how she posted bond for 20k, so she must be in debt to the government. Sigh. I really want to see my mom. It's either feelings that I deserve a mom like so many other people or that I just want to be sure she is alright. Maybe I just want to talk to her about things. I dunno.

It was depressing. Thankfully, I had a great person to help me out [^_^;], so I didn't break down or anything. I'm fine- sorta. Eh. Not really. lol.

Edited: I'm back from driving school so I can expand on this.

I was trying to find out more about my genealogy. It is a sad fact that beyond my parents I do not know any of my real grandparents names, or my parents brothers or sisters- none of them. So I am forced to continue trying to found out what exactly I am by their names only.

I typed "Tammy Lynn Howell" into the Yahoo search box just as a last ditch effort- I had been at some of those ancestry sites who charge, and had been tempted to use my parents CC number just to find out more. Kinda sad, but yeah.

This news article came up from one of those random, local news webpages for cities around the US, yeah? It had to be her, that unique name AND around the right age. Ugh, she got into more shit with drugs. I wish this was not her, but it is just. Way too many coincidences. Name, age, location near Texas, same old story with drugs. Ugh.

Here's the article.

Convict hit with perjury charges after getting life sentence

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MADILL -- Perjury charges could add even more years to an already long sentence for a 40-year-old Enos resident convicted last week on charge of a conspiracy to manufacture methamphetamine.

David Oliver McMahan, his wife and a female acquaintance were arrested and charged with subordination to commit perjury following his trail. District Judge John Skaggs ordered the arrest of McMahan, his wife, Crystal Lavon Arterberry McMahan, 27, and 33-year-old Tammy Lynn Howell following the conclusion of testimony.

Allegedly, McMahan collaborated with Cody Joe Joel, another county jail inmate, to prevent false testimony through a statement. The women allegedly gave false testimony.

Jurors dealt swiftly and severely with McMahan following presentation of the state's case by Charles Migliorino, first assistant district attorney from Tishomingo, and Paulé Haggerty, Marshall County assistant district attorney. The panel was absent from the courtroom less than an hour in reaching a verdict and recommend McMahan should serve a "maximum sentence."

Explaining the court needed more specific language for a sentence, Judge Skaggs sent jurors out again. They returned shortly with the recommendation for a life sentence and a $50,000 fine. McMahan is scheduled to appear for sentencing at 1 p.m. April 11.

Pending his next court appearance, McMahan, originally from Arkansas, and his wife are being held in the Marshall County jail. He is being held without bond. A $2,000 bond has been set for his wife. Howell was released after posting a $20,000 bond.
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*shakes head* I just want to find my mom. Is that too much to ask? Anyone, someone related to me. Someone by blood, someone tied to me. Not my adoptive family, my blood ones. I just want to talk to them. And I can't and I don't know WHY that nothing is allowing me that- that shouldn't be considered something that should be taken away.

So complicated. *shakes head* Maybe even too dramatic. I shouldn't even worry about them, or my blood- but it just feels *wrong* not to know, the way society just calmly accepts that everyone must know their family's history. So casual about it, ugh.

*remembers P.D. Eastman's "Are You My Mother?" and grins for some reason* Haha. Kinda funny, that. At least I can use my humor to find a reasonable amount of contentment.



Haha. =);;;..
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Thursday, June 24, 2004

Mandatory martyrdom.
Apparently, there is some wave of fear washing through several [more liberal] groups because of a small thing they consider a first step.

For some reason, I can't really tell you why, one of the primary concerns in the senate is.. well.

A.) The dependency of the US on foreign fossil fuels.
B.) The current state of the war on terror.
C.) The right to burn flags.

It's C, actually. lol. A bill was passed through the House of Representatives that would tamper with the Bill of Rights. This invisible threat of flag burning is an obvious threat to every American politician. In 200 years there are only 200 known events of flag burning in the USA.

But, for some reason, the right wing is really concerned with this- mainly as a political stunt. They are willing to change the first amendment for it, too- which is a very bad step in the wrong direction, some think.

The First Amendment is the one that says that Americans can worship who they want, say what they want, meet with who they want and have a free press. The government can't touch that.

Flag burning apparently falls under the "say what you want" part. They want to adjust that so that, well.

You can't say what you want, for once. That is the basic idea.

I don't know what to think of it, but maybe it is a bad sign. Or it could just be a cheap stunt to attract attention when July 4th is coming up.

Who knows.

I can't really compare the fall of the Roman republic to a possible fall of the US federal republic, but this has caused a minor stir for people and maybe for due reason.

I mean, a large, militarily successful republic that covered a mass of people has broken down before. The circumstances were wholly different, however.

Hm. I'll be watching this with interest.
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'It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find those who are willing to endure pain with patience.
My alarm clock blared out at 8:30 AM with the force of a super typhoon, knocking me clear onto the floor. I need a better clock, this one brings down skyscrapers with it's sheer volume just to wake me up.

I got up to bitching, no one likes my haircut- that's great, because the basic jist of this is that I don't require a haircut at this juncture. I'm letting it grow out, deal with it. My mom was wandering around like a zombie, making breakfast I didn't want. I ate it out of courtesy to the person.

I was tired. I stayed up till 3 or so the previous night for no reason. I had various things going on, important discussions about things that are black and mysterious, ohhhhh.

So I popped into class, giving Mr. Calvert a good ol' "How's it hanging", and plopped into my seat. Shock upon shock, the laws test was that day- it would have been more amusing had I been aware of this ominous test. Mr. Calvert gave us time to study for 30 minutes- study what? All the laws and rules are scattered throughout the book. It's like looking for a specifically shaped piece of sand on the beach- improbable, impossible and a waste of my time.

But, before that, Mr. Calvert made a great crack about my hair. I take a shower every morning and my hair ends up kinda fucked up looking. Fluffy sometimes, sometimes just kinda jagged. "Bad hair day, Kenneth?" he said, with a grin. Insert most of the class shifting to stare at my hair here. All I managed to say was "maybe".

I quickly jammed into the book for studying, but ugh. That book was an insult to my intelligence. It talked about how, if a train is currently crossing the road, you should probably stop at the BRIGHT FLASHING BARRIER to avoid careening into the barrier. Oh yeah, and that huge hunk of steel travelling at 90 mph behind it.

Oh well. It's the law, what can I do? I did my best. I am kinda stressed about it, I hope I did well. I think I did. I was one of the first to finish, the other person that finished was this cute little girl who seems kind of gothic. She took out notebook paper and to my surprise in a few moments had drawn a very artistic anime guy. She took out color pencils and colored them in. I tried to work up the nerve to compliment her on them/say hello, but I couldn't. Eh.

The class ended pretty uneventfully. I can get my learner's as long as I passed that test. I think I did. Mr. Calvert said to the chick I was too shy to talk to that she missed 14 and that that was "good".

A heavy sense of confidence drooped onto my mind, and has been resting there for some time now.

We went to Taco Cabana, woohoo. I had their new CHICKEN FLAUTA PLATE- NO WAY. It was pretty good, but I don't really like going out to fast food places. Heh.

When we got home I was assaulted with a crude odor. I was the last to be informed that my mother had used the clean feature on the self cleaning oven. The smell was horrid. I have a particularly keen sense of smell, so I was using my shirt as a mask and shit. I looked kinda like a terrorist you'd see on Al-Jeezera like that.

I opened the backdoor and prayed that some sort of divine wind would wash through the house. That didn't happen, but I wish it had of.

But I had a goal this afternoon. The goal to acquire a video game named "City of Heroes". I was also obligated to find some way to get my comrade one, he and I play games together alot. So I essentially needed 100 dollars. I couldn't very well make that in a day, so I resigned to make 30 to add to my meager bank fund that had 15 dollars in it.

My mother said that I could sand the front door. The front door is a massive wonder to behold. It is at least 7'2, since it is a foot taller than I am. It is quite wide too- you could slam that thing and take out airplanes from the wind gust.

The problem was, I live in Texas. In summer it just so happens that the sun likes to move back on up north of the equator to 'bless' us with some rays.

It was hot as hell. I wasn't directly in the sun, but I was baking on the tile leading to the front door- great. Crispy Ken.

I was working for 15 dollars an hour. I either had to sand the whole door down, or rip all the old pain off of our gate. I went towards the gate and there was like a mob of wasps just sitting there, daring me to make a move towards it. I got some spray and sprayed them, but that just sorta pissed them off- lol. I darted back inside and let them cool off for a bit [10 minutes] before heading outside.

I decided it was in my best interest to work on the door. It was a long process, but fairly simple- pretty tiring on your muscles. That combined with my previously-mentioned bedtime caused it to be horrendous to work. Whenever you work to that point, it always feels like to me you are bleeding your energy out of your hands. You can feel it seeping out of your fingers into what you are working on, untill there is nothing left.

Ugh, but something happened. While I was sanding at a fast pace the paper slipped and my hand slid across the edge of the brick. It cut a shallow line into my hand. The old varnish got into it and it was painful, hard to concentrate with blood dripping onto the bricks. Eventually, nature took it's course and clogged it right up.

Two hours and that later, I had done it. I came inside to the second assaulting odor of the day- my mom had ripped all the old varnish off the kitchen table. A fresh coat was on and it let off a stench that was all consuming if you walked too close to it. It least it wasn't all over the house, like the oven's scent- which was still lingering at the time.

But, I didn't care. I went to collect on my promised 30 dollars. I walked into the living room to find my mom sitting next to the Hoover, which was taken apart a bit. She was trying a new belt- again. She has had trouble with the Hoover vacuum cleaner decimating any belt we put into it. I would know, I have to put the belt in each time. This time she was *sure* she had the right belt, and *knew* it would work.

I put it on for her and the thing snapped like a cheap pencil. She got kinda bitchy and got the conclusion that it must be *my* fault. I must be the one who is at fault, I must be putting it in wrong.

She is an annoying brat when she gets to that point. If anything goes wrong and I'm within 5 feet from it I'm either- A.) At fault. B.) Doing it on purpose. C.) Doing it on purpose and seeking to piss her off by doing so. Half the time I don't even get the information as to what broke before I'm being blamed for it. o.O;

Well, whatever. I sat down next to my dad with my trembling hands [they were sore from the sanding] and watched my mom. She fiddled with it for 20 minutes or so, spurting out shit every now and then about how she wished that my dad or I would help. My help was out. I clearly explained to her that, since my way was the erroneous one, I had to learn the correct way to put the belt on- it was all up to her.

Finally, she glanced up and caught me grinning this amused grin at her. To be honest, it was delightful- seeing her frustration as it slowly dawned on her that there is only *1* way to put the belt on. She lept up and tantrumed around the living room a bit, dropping the bomb shell that she wouldn't take me anywhere till the vacuum was fixed.

Well, I waited for the baby to leave so I could work in peace. I had the belt on in a few seconds and was screwing the Hoover back together, when my dad said to go get her to test it. I went in to see the hard working woman who could use the help of two hardworking men laying on the bed doing nothing important.

I drug her in and she flipped it on. The belt was eaten [of course, I could have told her that would happen] and somehow my mom managed not to blame me. Instead, she drug my grandmother's old kirby vacuum out of the nearest abandoned mine or where ever it was. That one didn't work either- Detective Mom thought the belt was MIA in it too, so she assigned me and my dad to going to get it fixed. I was dismayed because earlier my dad and I had exchanged a few choice words on my attitude regarding.. everything. Sarcasm, arrogance, etc.

I pleaded with my mom that I would lift the [heavy piece of shit] kirby if she would drive me instead of my dad, but she refused. So I had to convince my tranq'ed up father that it was an escapade worth getting off the couch for.

Finally he agreed and I picked up the kirby. He stopped by his room to tell my mom where we were going, and a thing happened that I have not heard in a year and a half. The sound of two people yelling through locked doors and walls.

I felt a strange wave of chemicals wash into my brain as the pain from remembering all those years of arguing settled on my already-bloodied emotional state. It took a few moments for my annoyed, semi-depressed state to get much worse..

I lugged the POS kirby to the truck, with no help from my dad, and dropped it in the back. Off we went to the Wizard of Kirby.

The dude there found th-.. a problem immediately, as soon as he took it apart a slight bit. Heavy blockage due to things being vacuumed that you shouldn't vacuum- you know the drill, paper, pennies, coinage in general, etc.

So I lugged it into the truck, and then back into the house. We set it down for the Queen to test and it didn't work. She snorted and said, "We'll, instead of that waste of time you should have tried getting it fixed."

So I lugged it back to the truck and we drove there. Lugged it into the shop. Behold! More blockage. This time, it was carpet fuzz. Tons and tons of it, huge chunks. Some of you might remember when I helped my parents renovate my grandmother's house. We put new carpet in and, with that Kirby vacuum, we cleaned it. All the new carpet fuzz snaked and clogged in it. Ugh, duh. Silly 'rents.

It was fix. We tested it. I lugged it back to the car [by this time my hands were shaking from muscle fatigue I think]. Lugged it inside, it worked! Tada, great, good, whatever. I was tired as hell, as you can imagine. I went and took a shower. I came back and supper was cooking.. but we didn't have a table to eat on. The new varnish on it, remember?

So we all stood up. It wasn't that annoying really- only their conversations were annoying. But enough about that. I was clear to go to the mall.

I hastily grabbed my CD player so I wouldn't have to tolerate anymore conversations from the dysfunctional duo. I got in the car, turned it on and jammed to.. pure silence. The batteries were dead.

Thankfully, the conversation was more light and normal than argumentative and angry. Still.. when we got to the mall, I bolted. Did my ritual and jetted to EB, to pick up my game. As I looked for it, this older looking black guy came up to me and joked about my shirt. We got to talking and he told me he needed 1.82 for gas. I couldn't let the guy down, for some reason. I bought my game and headed into the mall major to talk with him.

His story was that he was from Houston and was 45. His mother had died and left in her will a car and a house to him. Some people wanted the house really badly, but the guy didn't want to give it up because it was his mother's house. He was broke from having to pay April's taxes on the house, and needed some cash for gas- either he was too thickheaded to notice he was near empty, or he just couldn't buy gas.

I didn't really care if he was being honest or not. I didn't have 2 $1 bills, so I gave him a five. He was sorta ecstatic, he thanked me and said that I must be a christian or a blessing from God. He said that he'd see me in heaven and shit. Either a bad actor or a little too much in need of gas money.

He seemed a little too eager to tag along with me to the outside realms of Middle Ea-.. San Antonio. I told him, without lying, that I was actually en route to another store- he understood, we shook hands a few times and parted ways.

I've had six people tell me that was a bad idea, to give him money. That makes me feel all the better about it, *grins*. Doesn't matter if I was conned or not, it makes me all the better person if I was.

I went to FYE and got Soundgarden's greatest hits CD. I didn't see the black guy around anymore, but that's the second time in a row at the mall someone has asked me to spot them some money. I'm starting to wonder what will happen next time.

I dunno. It wasn't such a great day. I have things to reflect on. I love someone, they are long distance, they seem to be unreachable to me. They are beautiful in physicalities and mentalities, and I enjoy their company profusely- one of the few people I rant to. I ranted to her profusely today, heh. I just.. would like her to either be a friend for life or something else.

I dunno. Keeps on telling me something. All the gems are elsewhere, other places, different plains, different states. Everything says I should just drop everything and run to die in a place far away with my comrades.

I'm either super immature to people or super mature. There's no borderline. Either I'll grow out of it, or not. I doubt I will.

What to think anymore. It wasn't really a breakdown, just a severe stress on my mental and physical stamina. Today was more of a long, drawn out story. It had a beginning, an ending and several chapters in between in luscious, glorious locales ranging from front doors to malls.

Read an article that is interesting. US military air development happens in spurts. WW2 was a spurt. Now, with our main airplane debuting in 1970, it seems the rest of the world is catching up. You might want to read it if you are at all interested in world news. Here it is.

Welp. Catch you later, whoever the hell you are. Hasta luego.


Overheard your conversation. Tonight I'm not satisfied.
Sitting here I realize that I always think I'm right.
So it's over for all of you.
My scenery is lakes and trees
I just can't keep all concrete.
I've fallen for this metal and I love this handle
So it's over for all of you
Two round holes cut into this fabric.
And I will slide it over my head.
I'll chase you for all hours.
I never see you make the effort to chase me.
Now your final place is this lake.
Stare at me now on your way down.

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Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcase fit for hounds.
Quiz Day
I have 20 minutes before I gotta jet to driving school, so let's jam.


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The rocket's rain keeping you wet,
in your death bed.

So high on the waves you made for us.
And not since you left have the waves come..
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Tuesday, June 22, 2004

Wir Deutschen furchten Gott, sonst aber Nichts in der Welt.


A quiz day will replace this picture of a lovely STG-44 and Gewehr-43 later on.

PS. Sturmgewehr-44's = renamed MP44's. Prior to the STG-44 alot of the MP series was short range SMG's- MP-40 is an example. The STG-44 was damned deadly and superior to alot of American weapons- but, like Germany's late, great jet planes came too late to save the great, but dying, country.

So yeah. Quiz day tonight, folks.
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Monday, June 21, 2004

The Niche.
Hope you all enjoyed Father's Day with your pops. Yeah.. All I have to say on THAT.

Welp, tomorrow I start the ol' driving school thing. I'm not really nervous about the driving or the school part- more about the social part. Sounds silly but, yeah- you know. I will prolly try to just take it in stride. What is annoying is the consistent jabbering I am getting from older people and religious people about the way my hair is- the non-existent style I have, aka laziness. lol. Then they harp on my beard, my clothes, etc. Somehow it even has worried my parents that the driving school might not let me in because of how I look.

I tried to explain to them that the driving school happens to be paid to teach my how to DRIVE- not comment on the styles of clothes their students are wearing. Hey, whatever.

I was aiming to find that out tomorrow. Maybe things are more idiotic than I think them to be. They don't seem to get that I have no value in what other people think of me. Their opinions, their thoughts, what they see in me- that doesn't matter in the least to me. Thusly, I look kinda laid back, scruffy. If that makes people think negatively of me on first sight, hey- more power to them.

Just, doesn't matter, ya know? Bigger things to worry about.

Oh well. Hey, I think this would be a good time to segway into some pictures of myself. [*snorts*]




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Sunday, June 20, 2004

Hong Kong Phooey.
German 'Samurai' on the Loose in Woods Near Berlin

Fri Jun 18, 1:48 PM ET
BERLIN (Reuters) - A camouflage-clad German man wielding a samurai sword attacked at least seven hikers in forests west of Berlin, performing sword tricks before ordering them to leave the woods, police said Friday.

They suspect a 46-year-old local man who trained in martial arts and survival skills in camps in Papua New Guinea and Vietnam to be the attacker.

"He's dangerous and has been hard to find because he wears camouflage," said Catrin Feistauer, spokeswoman for the Nauen police department. Police have used infrared cameras mounted on helicopters to try and track him down.

The man pushed two elderly people off their bikes and, flashing his sword, shouted at them to leave the forest. He later tried to drive a young couple out of the woods. No one was seriously hurt.

"It's frightening because the violence level has increased each time," Feistauer said.
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Sunday, June 13, 2004

Black Hole Sun.
Basics
Name:: Kenneth Andrew Howell.
Age:: 15.89.
Height:: 6'3".
Hair Color:: Dark brown/black.
Eye Color:: Dark brown.

School Life
What's your school's mascot?: I am.
School color(s)?: Black and crimson.
G.P.A.?: 4.0
Who is your favorite teacher?: Ms. Howell.
What do they teach?: Math.
Is this your favorite class?: No.
Academic-wise: History.
Overall: History.

Internet
Do you use any instant messengers?: They are demonic and wrong.
If so, which ones?: AIM, MSN, YIM.
About how many hours a day do you spend online?: Many.
Do you have a digital camera?: Yeap.
If so, do you post pictures of yourself online?: Naked ones, too. Errr..

Music
Do you play any instruments?: Does beating you with a.. umm. I mean, yeap.
If so, what one(s)?: Piano.
3 Favorite Genres Of Music: Heavy Metal, Alt. Rock, Classical.
3 Favorite Bands:: Poison the Well, Opeth, Glassjaw.
Do you go to concerts and/or shows?: Not many.
What is the most you've ever spent on a concert/show?: *snorts*
What is the least you've ever spent?: Nada.
Do you think buying merch at a concert then wearing it there is corny?: Not really.
Do you listen to any bands that you'd be ashamed to admit to listening to?: Uhh. Not really.
Did you notice the grammatical error in question 29?: It made my eyes bleed. u.u

Word Association
Blue:: Aquamarine.
Camera:: Catch.
Boy:: Naive.
Pretty:: Out of reach.
Pants:: Blue jeans.
Music:: Church organ.
God:: Calamity.
Sweater:: Knife.
Live Journal:: Intriguing.
MTV:: Boring.

Labels:
Do you think labels are dumb?: Not really.
Why or why not?: What? You're going to stop people from using them? Let them relish your generalizations. Be content in the fact you are one step ahead in your wiser view.
What do people label you as?: He who is. Hahaha.
How/Why did you get this label?: Hey, come on- I'm magic.

Which Is Worse?
Physical Pain/Emotional Pain?: Emotional combined with physical pain.
Blink-182/Good Charlotte?: Good Charlotte fucking pisses me the hell off.
Being Deaf/Being Blind?: Being blind.
Being Bored/Rushing around because you have too much to do?: Being bored.
Losing your dominant leg/Losing your dominant arm?: Leg.

Love
Do you believe theres a difference between "love" and "in love"?: No.
Is it better to have loved and lossed than to have never loved at all?: No.
Are you romantic?: Yes.
Are you in a relationship now?: No.
If not, how long have you been single?: A little over a year.
What song describes your love life right now?: "For A Bandaged Iris" by Poison the Well.

Ranomosity
War - Good or Bad?: Good.
What do you think of designer labels?: Not much.
Who's skankier - Britney Spears or Paris Hilton?: Spears.
What is it with guys and cars?: I see just as many women taking interest in cars, so you can bite my big, fat ass.
Do you sing?: Yeap.
If so, what part (Soprano 1,Alto 2, et cetera)?: Shower 2.
Kiss or hug?: Hug.
What color is your room?: Blue and white.
How old is your mom?: My biological mother is.. oh lordy, let's see. Had me when she was 16 so. We'll settle at 32. My adoptive mom is 61 I think.
Black and white or color photos?: Black and white.
Who cuts your hair?: No one does.
What color is your toothbrush?: Red.
What color is your hair brush?: I don't comb my hair, lol.
What kind of hair products do you use?: Shampoo.
Is K-Mart just the poor man's Wal-Mart?: I told you all about the time I saved a kid in K-Mart, didn't I?
Are you sexy?: Hahahaha. Ahh.
What color to people tells you looks nice on you?: Orange. -.-;
What color do you think looks nice on you?: Anything.
Clothes shopping or grocery shopping?: Neither really make me ecstatic.
Who do you sit with at lunch?: Anyone I want to sit with.
Do you like the sound of your own voice when you hear it played back?: So trivial. *shakes head*
Who has the nicest speaking voice that you know?: Tori's was pretty cool.
What is the website for one of your favorite bands?: Uhh. http://www.youcomebeforeyou.com/
Do you prefer to date people younger, older, or the same age as you?: Any and all.
Do you listen to songs on repeat often?: Yeap.
Who was the last person you hung out with?: Chris.
What did you and that person do?: We were helping this lady move from her house to her apartment with a few other bros. I got stuck with all these fucking huge boxes full of goddamn books. -.-;
Do you use internet shorthand (i.e. "lol", "brb", "jk", et cetera)?: Yeah, sometimes. But I prefer to come off as literate.
Are you a people-pleaser?: Hehe.
Do you dye your hair regularly?: Nope.
What about your eyebrows?: The fuck?
Do you wear makeup?: Only when drunk.
If you answered "yes", to #96, are you female?: Only on the full moon, haha.
Do you buy CDs edited or unedited?: Aren't too many edited heavy metal CDs, yeah?
Can you beatbox?: Not too well, no.
Does your mom like the song "Hey Ya" by OutKast?: Actually.. Yeah. I can't stand that song.

*salutes* Carry on, soldier.
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