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[Jun. 13th, 2003|11:36 pm] |
5 Questions from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) roolet
1. Do you have a favorite pair of underwear? What is on it, if anything?
--I've got some Old Navy boxers that I've had for a couple years that suit me just fine. One is red, one green, both flannel and cottony. Mmm... cottony
2. What is the strangest combination of foods you've ever created?
--Hmmm... I remember once at IHOP, me and my swim team friends created a drink with a (I think) chocolate milk base, then all kinds of juices, jellies, pickles, ketchups, potatoes, and the like swimming in it. Each of us had to sip it... 'twas lovely.
3. What is your favorite room in your new house?
--It's gotta be the family room. There's only a couch and TV in there, but it's one of those places you can be easily ignored, and if you are lying on the couch (with or without somebody else :-o) then nobody can tell.
4. You are driving a forklift down a purple highway, wearing a jumpsuit made out of plastic spoons. What are you carrying on the forklift, and where are you going?
--I'm carrying a load of hors d'oeuvres of every shape and kind, to be eaten my the most famous people in the world, using my nifty spoon jumpsuit
5. What is currently on your list of things to do?
--Graduate High School, and eventually College
--Find a Job where I can wake up every morning happy to go to do whatever I do
--Find out if I have indeed found love at an absurdly young age
--Grow mature enough to be granted the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference
--Go to Disney World. Again.
Alright... In the comments section, post five questions to be answered, and/or a request to be asked questions yourself |
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[Jun. 13th, 2003|12:12 pm] |
Alright, in an effort to post more in my LJ, I'm opening myself up for questioning fun.
In case you don't know how it works, please feel free to post five questions for me in the "comments" section of this post, and if you'd like me to ask you five questions, than please say so.
Gracias!
Rite/Nick |
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[Jun. 12th, 2003|05:11 pm] |
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Hey everyone, I moved into my house well, yada yada yada... but we all know you want a
( SURVEY! ) |
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[Jun. 8th, 2003|09:45 pm] |
Life is better.
I'd elaborate, but it would take too long... let's just say a good mixture of God and Beth set me straight |
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[Jun. 8th, 2003|10:51 am] |
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| | Title of the Song-- da Vinci's Notebook | ] |
Why do I think so much? Half the time it doesn't do any good, just makes me unhappy.
It's like the forbbiden fruit. Whatever I know I shouldn't think about, because it bothers me, jumps to the front of my brain until I have to think about it. Why should problems already resolved still cause me pain? Why does a past that I didn't even participate in have to come back and haunt me?
Everybody has something in their past that they regret. There's no reason for me to regret someone elses past. *Sigh* The less I think about it, the more I think about it. Anyone have any good cures from thinking too much?
In other news, I get to go see a play today, and go to the Stubenville meeting, both with Beth. Yee-haw. Also, this is the weekend of the big move, and I'm not sure when the computer is getting packed back up, but don't look for me online until at the earliest Tuesday. |
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| The Party Post! |
[Jun. 5th, 2003|07:17 pm] |
Ok, so I spent most of the day packing... blah blah blah. I'm really bored, there's not much to do.
So here it is, the party post. Bring along your favorite cd, your favorite kind of cake, and something that will add to the life of the party, and jump on in!
You can invite your friends too. Even if I don't know them. Because I'm that bored. |
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| I've got the Magic Mojo! |
[Jun. 4th, 2003|12:37 pm] |
Rite's
Battle Imp
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Asum |
Backstabbing: 1
Dodgin': 7
Guts: 8
Magic Mojo: 10
Smackdown: 6
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| Just call me Mr. Mature |
[Jun. 3rd, 2003|04:55 pm] |
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No more pencils!
No more books!
No more teacher's dirty looks! |
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| If That's Movin' Up, Then I'm... Movin Out |
[Jun. 2nd, 2003|01:20 pm] |
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| | The Times They Are A-Changing-- Bob Dylan | ] |
All the boxes are everywhere, I'll be sleeping in a new bed a week from today. I'm the guy who pushed the move most, and I'm not regretting it... but still, moving out of the neighborhood you've lived in for ten years is a big deal.
::Shrug:: I guess the solution is to throw pool parties for my old friends, and come back and visit when I can. I have enough faith in God that things'll work out this summer, and I'll have a good time.
Speaking of which, I got to go to Beth's church yesterday. For the first time in a while, I just got down on my knees and prayed, flat out. I don't know if it was the music, or the church, or just the fact that I made up my mind to really get into it, but I really felt something. That spiritual experience-- a tingling feeling, racing of the heart, and one large, great, comfort... needless to say, I'll be trying to pay attention in church a little more from now on. Oh, and the looks I get from the old ushers when I get up after being on my knees with my hands spread out... priceless.
One More Exam! I'm excited, and you should be so as well
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Mp3 of the Day-- Burly Brawl from the Matrix Soundtrack. Heh, the ultimate techno pump-up track... a must-have |
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| Yep, this is from the same movie, and I'm going to keep it saved on my journal. It's that good. |
[May. 31st, 2003|11:41 pm] |
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So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. |
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| I've got to use this as a monologue sometime (Name that Movie!) |
[May. 31st, 2003|11:30 pm] |
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Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll give it a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president. |
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[May. 31st, 2003|05:40 pm] |
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Beth is setting up a LJ, so I suddenly realized that I haven't been posting in mine, silly me.
So yep, I think I'm back. My brother graduated from high school today, which is fun, and I can't go to the party at Beth's place, which isn't have fun. Oh well, I'll fool with Colin's new guitar while he's gone, and hang around online and... you know, do stuff.
Fun link-- http://www.rpgworldcomic.com . I'm barrelling through the archives-- if you've ever played an RPG game, this one's a riot.
Well, I guess that's all for tonight. Yell at me if I don't update for a while |
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| Yay! |
[May. 14th, 2003|09:23 pm] |
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| | The Doors-- Break on Through | ] |
Wow... Just got back from Beth's Cabaret, absolutely phemonal. I'm so very happy that I got to see it, this morning I was 100% sure that there was no way I could get there. Whoever up in heaven pulled those strings, I'd like to salute you, because my day turned out very good indeed. |
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[May. 13th, 2003|09:21 pm] |
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| | Bob Dylan-- Like a Rolling Stone | ] |
Life is confusing, yet good. |
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| Hello World |
[May. 7th, 2003|08:26 pm] |
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Life is good... things are looking up, the weekend should be great, and I'm getting a high on life.
That having been said--
Recommendations from Nick Ackerman
Song of the moment--
Joey Ramone did an excellent cover of Wonderful World (done better by Louis Armstrong, of course, but it ain't bad)
Book of the Moment--
Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. Quite possibly the best AND funniest book ever
Website of the moment--
http://mafiascum.net . I play mafia there, it's a fun online game. Come join us, tisn't that hard!
Movie of the Moment--
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Paul Newman and Robert Redford... what more could you ask in an adventure/comedy.
TV Show of the Moment--
That 70's Show. Hands down. If you've somehow missed the greatest show ever, start checking it out now.
CD of the Moment--
Hmm, quite a hard choice. Just so that I can give a plug to a not as well-known band-- go buy "Hotel Yankee Foxtrot," by Wilco. Right now.
Video Game of the Moment--
Ok... so I haven't played many video games lately.
Alright... I can't think of any more "At the moments." So you can suggest them, or you won't get any more. And that having been said, IM me at Godzreal for more suggestions in any of the above catagories. I always love to talk |
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[Apr. 28th, 2003|07:59 pm] |
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| | Jingle, Jingle, it's AIM! | ] |
La, la la, la la.
Our Town is coming along well (for those following the journal who don't know, I'm playing George Gibbs in the local girl's school production). It won't be perfect, but I'm fairly sure it won't suck by opening night. So yeah, come see it guys-- Wednesday and Thursday at 7, Saturday at 8.
Figured out that the Loyola library DOES have Gaiman stuff (got my hands on Neverwhere, I LOVE it so far). Those who haven't ever heard of it, I'm asking you go pick it up now... if I'm ever able to write half this well, I'll die a happy man.
Kinda bummed... Beth isn't feeling well, I was going to talk to her tonight, to do some chatting that we needed. I'm so happy though... we kinda went through a rough time, but the whole time, neither of us lost sight of the truth... we're in love. It really is all that matters, because everything else kinda falls into place.
*sigh* I'm doing well. And that's what counts. Everybody-- tell Beth to get a LJ. If she gets insight on my life, then I get to get some on hers ;-). |
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[Apr. 25th, 2003|08:46 pm] |
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| | None right now-- but I finally got MusicMatch working again! | ] |
Erk... being sick sucks. Especially when you know that you have to go to a four hour rehearsal tommorrow.
I'm fairly happy though, if I am feeling well, Beth is going to come over to our house, and that would be quite nice. For those who care, life is most definately looking up, and I've pulled myself out of Molasses Swamp.
As a final note, www.orisinal.com has the most addicting, fun games that I can find around. Go, but only if you've got some major time to waste. Goodnight, children! |
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