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another ridiculously long survey, courtesy syed:
Name � blake
Nicknames � answered this already
School � oakridge
Hair color � blonde
Eyes � blue/green
Height � 6'0
Siblings � answered this as well
Pets � one psychotic dog
Hobbies � gaming, music
Can you sing? - i've been called 'mini-brandon boyd'
How many cassette tapes do you own? about 100 practice tapes for choir junk, thrown
away 98
How many cd's do you own? � a very large handful
How many mp3s do you own? � close to 2,300
What colour are your shoes? � blue!
Describe your bedroom � BEDroom - 4 walls and a comfy bed. gameroom - a nice
desk + computer, a tv/playstation, and a couch.
Would you ever shave someone else's head? � i dont think i'm evil enough.
Are you a vegetarian? � hell no
How about an aspiring actor/actress? � nah
What famous person dead or alive would you interview if you had the chance? �
ben franklin - i want to become a renaissance man
What movies do you have almost all the lines memorized to? � holy grail,
both austin powers movies, ace ventura
Who Named You? � mom
What is right next to you? � my couch!
What Is Your Computer Desk Made Of? � cherry wood, i think
What Are The Last 4 Digits In Your home phone number? that shit isn't going on
the internet thx
Who Do You Wanna Spend The Rest Of Your Life With?- haven't met her yet
How Many Buddies Do You Have On Your List? - 37
How's The Weather Right Now - warm, but nice
Scariest Movies � havent seen many horror movies
Are You Too Shy To Ask A Boy/Girl Out? nah
If You Could Change Your Name, what would It Be? no clue
What will Your First Son's Name Be? � dunno yet, but blake may be a middle
name
What will your first daughter's name be? � cassandra
Dysfunctional family? � only slightly
Are you are virgin? � yes and not bothered by it
What posters do you have in your room? � avalanches, quake3
Are You Happy? yes.
Are You Talking to someone? yes.
What time do you wake up in the mornings? 7am.
What do you have for breakfast? those little hungry jack biscuits and bacon
What would you hate to be left in a room with? a whole lot of water.
Can you touch your nose with your tongue? no sir
Who inspires you? idealism, humanism
What characteristics do you despise? � ignorance of consequence
If you had a big win on the lottery, how long would you leave it before telling
people? until i made it to my new hawaiian home.
What colour is your bathroom? an indescribable color.
How many keys on your keyring? 2
Where would you retire to? tropical island with a silent breeze <--agreed with
syed
Can you juggle? yes!
What are your pet hates? didnt we ask this already?
What makes you happy? � anything
What makes you sad? � loneliness
What was your highest GCSE grade? � english as a second language, senor?
And your lowest? � see above
What song are you listening to right now? see 'spinning' up top
Do you have a livejournal? � fuck that noise, i wrote my own and can give
out as many f'n codes as i want.
If you were an ancient greek god(dess) what would you be god of? athena, goddess
of knowledge
If you were a piece of cutlery what would you be? a steak knife - i'm long, and
i'm strong, and i get the friction on

----------------------FAVOURITES----------------------

Deodorant � mitchum! it's an odd name, but smells like cologne
Shampoo � neutrogena
Soap � irish spring
Colors � blue
Radio station � radio is awful
Kind of music � been thru this already
Cartoon Character � mario
Sex or Shopping? � what the male wants, or what the female wants, that
is the question; whether 'tis nobler in the mind....
Colour of post-it note? � yellow, wt?
Colour of Lightsabre? � blue.
Song � tosca - suzuki
Food � spicy pasta
Drink � bawls
Candy? � starbursts
Lust Or Love? � love, lust is a bonus
Flavour of tic-tac? � orange!
Scary Or funny Movies? � scary movies are often funnier
Talking To People On The phone or in person? � in person
Favorite language you can't speak? � japanese
Gold or Silver? � silver, it's more down-to-earth
TV show? � south park will never be defeated
Beach or City? � for day-to-day life? city.
Summer or Winter? � summer.
Ice cream? � chocolate with sprinkles/m&m's
Buttered, plain, or salted popcorn? � butter + salt = heart attack
Car? � the most comfortable car ever
Sandwich filling? � ham. just ham.
Flower? � dont have one
Fizzy or still water as a drink? � still
Day of the week? � saturday
Red or white wine? � never had white.
What is your anthem? � incubus - warning
Best song to make out to? � dj cam - you do something to me
And best song to cry to? � david gray - say hello wave goodbye
Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter? - LoTR > HP
----------------------DO YOU BELIEVE...----------------------

in God � no
in Loving someone? � absolutely
in Heaven/Hell � no
in life on other planets? � no
in miracles? � no
in fate? � yes - it's explained by genetics and socioeconomic circumstances
it's possible to remain faithful forever? � yes
in astrology? � no, the zodiac calendar is so off-track that we're actually
all different signs
in magic? � only in one way..

----------------------FRIENDS AND CRUSHES----------------------

Do you have a bf/gf � no
Love anyone � romantically? no.
Who's your loudest friend � ashlye <--how can i argue with that?
Who is the smartest � teh syed
Who Do You Go to For Advice � the emily's
Who Do You Cry with � nobody
Do you have a secret crush? � yes.
Do they know yet? � that wouldn't be a secret.
Do you remember your first love? � first love? no. first serious crush?
yeah.
Still love him/her? � no.
Do you have any gay or lesbian friends? � yes
Do you have a best friend? � indeed.
Who do you miss most? � one of two emily's
----------------------DO YOU....----------------------

Smoke? � no, but i'm used to the smell by now
Do drugs? � no
Have sex? � recklessly? no
Sleep with stuffed animals? - quit at an early age
Live in the moment? � often.
Have a dream that keeps coming back? � no
Play an instrument? � i suppose guitar counts
Read the newspaper? � evening reading @ the shack counts as my current
events
Go to church? � only to pick up chicks.
Do well in school? � yes.
Go to or plan to go to college? � counting the days..
Wear hats? � no, all too small for my oversized head
Have any piercings? � do i look like swiss cheese to you?
Have any tattoos? � hell no
Hate yourself? � very, very rarely
Have an obsession? � yes.
Collect anything? � dust - my stuff is alarmingly dusty
Wish on stars? � no.
Like your handwriting? � yeah, ugly as it is.
Care about looks? � yes, but i'm fairly liberal with my judgment of looks.
Eat Oreos � not if i can help it.
Consider yourself tolerant of others? � yes
Consider love a mistake? � absolutely not
Carry a donor card? � no, i should.

----------------------LAST THINGS YOU DID----------------------

Last book you read � 'trigger happy' - a gaming history book that *sucked*
Last movie you saw � mallrats for the 2nd time.
Last song you heard � we - if/they/see
Last thing you had to drink � dp
Last thing you ate - pasta!
What was the last film you saw in the cinema? � star wars epi 2
What did you do for your last birthday? � dinner @ on the border + movie,
i think

----------------------HAVE YOU EVER...----------------------

Been Mean? � shit yeah
Been sarcastic? � the very words i live by
Talked To Someone You Have A Crush On � sure.
Missed Someone � yes.
Fought with your parents � yes, mom objects to me having any sort of contact
with females.
Wished Upon A Star � still haven't.
Laughed Until You Cried � no, laughed until pain tho
Watched A Sunrise/Sunset � yes.
Went To The Beach At Night � yeah, but wasn't as mind-clearing as it could
have been
Tried to analyze your own dreams? � tried it, and it's stupid
Lied to get off the phone? � yes.
Written a survey? � dumbest question EVAR
Written a song? � written lyrics, written music, never have put 2 and 2
together
Written a poem? � yes
Bought a cd for just one song? � yeah, blur's s/t album
Been in an airplane? � yes, i'm wondering if i ever will again
If so where were you flying to? � seattle, vegas, hawaii, florida, alabama,
kansas
Been So Drunk You Black Out � i pray to god i dont.
Missed School Because It Was Raining � yeah, couple days in a row
Set Any Body Part On Fire For Amusement � that would be classified as 'redneck
amusement'
Kept A Secret From Everyone � yes, i think i'm the only one in my school
who knows how to
Had An Imaginary Friend? � no
Wanted To Hook Up With A Friend � shit yeah.
Cried During A Flick � come damn close.
Liked A Teacher � yeah, mrs. beck.
Thought An Animated character was real? � *thought* so? no.
Prank Called Someone � no, but had many many plans to
Done Pot � no, don't like losing control
Had a hickie � only as the result of a tragic arm-biting incident when
i was young.

----------------------TODAY HAVE YOU....----------------------

Smiled? � yes.
Laughed? � yeah, grand theft auto 3 never ceases to amuse
Cried? � nah
Bought something? � lunch.
Danced? � no, had to unhook DDR today. i think i'll go do that now.
Been sarcastic? � yeah.
Talked to an ex? � today? no.
Watched your favorite movie? � nah, i try to rarely watch those to make
sure they stay favorites.

RJetta8V: i have telepathetic powers

//On You...
Name: blake
Nick Name(s): blakey, snaggah, dreamboat
Hair Color: blonde
Eye Color: blue/green
Any Siblings?: 1 half-brother
Do they look like you? a little
Righty or lefty: southpaw
Hobbies: videogames, singing
How do you describe yourself: calm + collected, smart, funny + sweet in some cases
What is your sign: sagittarius
//On Friends...
Friend(s) that looks most like you: can't think of any.
Friend(s) you go to for advice: all 3 emily's
Friend(s) you have most fun with: the lamarites, choir ppl
Friend(s) you can do nothing with, but still have fun: emily + potheads
Friend(s) you have dreamt about: genny, claire
Friend(s) you tell your dreams to: ppl i see every day: emily, ash, aroon, alex,
etc.
Friend(s) you tell your secrets to: nobody, hence 'secret'
//On Guys...
i refuse to answer these as i'm only 10% gay
//On Girls...
Boy Shorts or Bikini Underwear: bikini
Painted or Natural Nails: painted, color never hurt anyone
Bra or Sports Bra: bra, sports bras just look goofy
Sort of Dressy or Casual: a little dressy
Ears Pierced or Not: yeah, but no other piercings (exception: belly button)
Dark or Blonde Hair: light brown
Short or Long Hair: short's cuter, long is better for cuddly circumstances tho
Dark Eyes or Light: dark
Hat or No Hat: no hat.
Good Girl or Bad Girl: good girl.
Hair Up or Down: down!
Jewelry or None: yes.
Tall or Short: short!
Curly or Straight Hair: straight.
Skirt or Dress: dress, unless she wants to show off some exceptional legs
Tan or Fair: fair, tan is too fake
Freckles or None: none.
Pretty Indoors Chick or Sporty Chick: indoorsy, that makes it all the more comical
when you go outside to play
//On Preferences...
Chocolate Milk or Hot Chocolate: hot chocolate
McDonald's or Burger King: bk, cause mcd's is trash
Would You Rather Marry A Perfect Lover, or Perfect Friend: friend - perfect
lovers are too likely to perfectly love others
Sweet or sour: sweet
Root beer or Dr. Pepper: dr.
Tea or Coffee: coffee, but only things like frappuccino's.
Sappy/Action/Comedy/Horror: comedy, but only really funny stuff ie south park
Cats or Dogs: i'm quite tired of pets, but i respect the dog i have.
Ocean or Pool: ocean if the water's not cold
Cooler Ranch or Nacho Cheese: nacho!
Mud or Jell-O Wrestling: jello, getting mud in the mouth isnt tasty
With or without Ice Cubes: without
Milk/Dark/White Chocolate: milk, it's the middle of the road in terms of the
sweet factor
Shine or Rain: shine
Top or Bottom: bottom :)
Winter/Fall/Spring/Summer: fall
Vanilla or Chocolate: chocolate.
Skiing or Boarding: boarding - it may be harder, but the youthfulness is where
it counts
Biking or Blading: walking.
Cake or Cookies: white cake with chocolate frosting.
Cereal or Toast: cocoa puffs and/or cinnamon toast crunch, no milk.
Rock/Ska/Punk/Rap/R&B/Alternative/Techno/Country/Swing: techno/triphop/lounge
Night or Day: night - go driving with the windows down after 1am. the quiet
is beautiful.
Gloves or mittens: mittens
Dressed or Undressed: dressed, but lazily so.
Eyes Open or Closed: closed
Bunk Bed or Waterbed: neither of the two.. i want my comfy queen-size bed at
all times.
Chewing Gum or Hard Candy: blue sweet tarts / cherry jolly ranchers / cherry
hard starbursts
Motor Boat or Sail Boat: *throws up over the side*
Lights On/Lights Off/Black Lights: mood lights.
//On the future...
What's your house going to look like?: a beautiful modern house on the water.
Where are you going to live: i'll spend some time up north and move back down
when i realize i hate it. someplace where it snows only on christmas and the
rest of the time it's hot.
How many kids: one, *possibly* two
Names: amanda (coincidence with syed's choice), cassandra
Animals: as if a daughter isn't enough!
What are you going to do: i'm going to be famous in the world of videogames.
//On relationships...
What does your ideal boyfriend/girlfriend look like?: see above physical characteristics.
How do they act?: happy, loving of companionship, enjoying a quiet night at
home as the best way of being together
Where is your dream date: the beaches of hawaii.
Do you like to call or be called?: call, leave a message, wait for call back
Make A Move or Wait: make the move. trying not to tho.
Make plans or go along with them: make plans - that is, revise aroon's crazy-ass
ideas or come up with things to appease soph
What's' the first thing you notice about guys/girls: face/smile
Ever been in love: no.
//On What Ifs...
If you could move anywhere where would it be: bay area - nice weather all year
Dye your hair one color what would it be: slightly lighter blonde
Have a tattoo anywhere where and what would it be: no.
Turn into any animal what would it be: a koala bear
Streak in front of anyones house whose would it be: emily - she's walk outside
and her clothes would suddenly fall off as they often do
Meet one person who would it be: brandon boyd - and thank him for the wonderful
musical influence he is on me
Live with one person the rest of your life who would it be: i haven't met her
yet.
Could punish anyone for doing something what would it be: possessing the kind
of stupidity that comes from ignorance
Name one thing you are afraid of: rejection
You're embarrassed about: my childhood
Wish you had done, but didn't: hidden those girls in my hotel room sophmore
year better.
Wish you hadn't done but did: refuse to admit that emily (NY) was taken
Really want to do: play videogames for a living
You're Going to do today: - improve snagger.org - wish doom3 came out - go out
with the amigos to shopping - hang with sophia - play RTCW - read Evening Reading
Do yesterday: sundays.... nothing at all and hated every minute of it.
That turns you off: high school girls who get drunk
What's the first thing you do when you get up: put on chap stick
Go to school: talk to people - no longer the seniors who i enjoyed seeing every
morning
Get home from school: check my email
//On Yays or Nays...
Female President: yay, but women in politics scare me
Roller Coaster: nay
Thunderstorms: nay
Food In Bed: nay, yay on couch
High Heels: nay, shorter is better
Mexican Food: yay
Bill Clinton: yay, best president we'd had in decades
Insects: nay, they annoy me
Little Kids: yay, but only the ones who aren't evil little shits
//On Habits...
Do you bite your finger nails: yes = Toenails: ya = Twirl your hair: yeah, it's getting long
Relay commercials: no, commercials are one of those 'you have to be there' kinda
things
Impersonate: yes!
Chew gum obnoxiously: no, gum sucks anyway.. why the hell would you continue
chewing something that's lost its flavor?
Play with it: the gum? no, duh.
Cheat on tests or homework: they say giving your help to others is cheating,
so yes
Drink/smoke: unopposed to drinking in moderation, but dont very often anyway.
i'm tolerant of smokers, but dont.
Shower: yessir.
Make your bed: havent done so since dad moved out
Clean your room: once a year or so, it throws off my organizational skill
Take a bath: i dont have a bathtub anymore, but i'd enjoy the occasional bath.
Go to the bathroom: why would they even ask this?
Talk/walk in your sleep: no, i walked when i was little
Give hugs: not often enough
Tell people you love them: not enough
Play with your animals: yes.
Change your underwear: yeah.
What/Who are you?: the way between the two extremes
In love with: nobody at the moment.
Mad or frustrated with: ericlee <--how can i argue with that?
//On what is...
Under your bed: nothing, no room to squeeze stuff in there
On your nails: teeth = On your feet: the other foot
On your walls: couple of game posters, soon to be an avalanches poster
On your mouse pad: alienware logo and a $60 microsoft mouse
On your bed: *very* comfy blue sheets and 2 pillows
On your ceiling: nothing
In your closet: clothes, electric guitar, tennis racket
Any Last Words: don't ever let life pass you by

someone tear this essay apart:

Imagine a very busy place, such as a newsroom. Now imagine that all the workers are very small gnomes, hastily running to and fro in the office, speedily exchanging information. Just like clockwork, the newsroom produces a flawless newspaper every morning for my pleasure to read.
Contrary to popular belief, computers are not filled with tiny gnomes running back and forth. They are, however, best described as my passion in life. I first looked for schools with strong computer science programs, simply because I enjoy using computers. After taking a look at my own computer, however, I realized that there are many more things that I enjoy in life than the kinds of things taught in computer science classes. Instead, my computer has a vitality all its own, a soul that reflects who I am.
When my computer is first turned on, my desktop �wallpaper� greets the user with a stick figure, engulfed in flames. Underneath this odd sight sits a friendly warning: �Do not set yourself on fire.� Then, my �Buddy List� pops up, keeping me in touch with countless friends I�ve made over the years.
While my computer doesn�t plainly show it to anyone walks by, I�m undeniably a dreamer. This machine is loaded with action games. I�ve played video games with a passion since I was four years old, and since the first day I touched a Nintendo controller I�ve wanted to work in the video games industry with other people who love the same kind of things I do: good games and cult-classic movies with bad acting.
Many people consider it difficult to work in video games, but I think I may have found my calling. Journalists have been around for years, writing reviews and previews of new games. I�ve worked in amateur journalism (relating to videogame competition) for close to two years now and I love the work. By looking back into my folders of archived documents, I find that I�ve come a long way in two years, and maybe some real journalistic training can carry that progress even further.
However, I awoke to the world outside computer science when I remembered my love for music. Stored on my computer are over eight days straight of music. All of it, however, has one thing in common: it�s relaxing. My love for music has opened up many doors for me, from singing rock songs in my car, to performing solos on stage, to a leadership position in the A Cappella Choir. In one of my archive folders sit the lyrics to John Lennon�s Imagine.
People think I�m a nerd because I spend so much time on my computer. I completely defeat the stereotype, though; I�m not a pudgy guy who lives in a comic book store, arguing over the trivial details of the Star Wars trilogy. Nor do I talk out of loneliness to my toy penguin, sitting atop my computer, watching over my room with pride. It�s not a gnome, but it�ll do.

so i spent about an hour tonight giving the page a facelift, and realized that i did a *horrible* job designing this site. if i were to try and get the new look over to the comments/admin sites, everything would die all at once.

i think i'm going to start from scratch. will give me something to do when i'm on break from test cramming.

since i'm lazy, you're looking at the new colors now. just don't leave comments.

You are 30% evil! [?]

You're still on the good side of 50%, but you're gaining on it. You're not as good as you should be, but you're good ALMOST all of the time. There's only an occasional time when evil takes over you, but when it does...

How Gay Are YOU? [?]

update: i am no longer spinning the above song. instead, mr. scruff - so long is much better. go grab."

as of wednesday morning, my gameroom will have a couch. it's swank, *and* comfy.

amateur aviation.

here's a story about a writer named me. so i submitted my own story, about a blonde, to calliope. i was one of the year's short-story editors. somehow, my story was tragically not published. it was either karie or that tambre sullivan who was responsible for this inexcusable mistake.

karie is far too cool to pass up one of my stories, even if it sucks.
so here, for your pleasure, is the entirety of the blonde:

� The blonde stepped out of the doors of her school and into her
picturesque world.� Talking to her friends, Washington High stood behind her,
towering over the crowd of kids just like it did every day.� They were talking
about usual teenage girl things - namely a mix of boys and sex, with the occasional
pop culture topic thrown in for good measure.� The blonde, with her red lips
giving off a blinding reflection of the sun, was the center of the conversation
just like she was every day.� While she talked for the purpose of making her
friends jealous of her and her �wonderful� boyfriend (who was nearly three years
older than she), in her head she thought back to that beautiful summer night
that had meant so much to her.�
All was good for the blonde.� She had everything a teenage girl
like her could want.� Friends.� Boyfriends.� Looks.� Popularity.� Well, not
so much the looks, because she just couldn�t quite get herself skinny enough
to land that modeling contract which a young man had offered her a month ago
alongside an invitation to a party at a place �just outside of town� that she
had never heard of before.
Then she had a dilemma.� A truly, seriously, heart-breaking, hair-pulling,
overly-stressing dilemma.� Amanda, that girl who she always suspected was the
one spreading rumors about her behind her back, said she had gotten fat.� The
poor blonde was crushed.� All the self-esteem and makeup in the world couldn�t
restore her dignity at that moment.
Lucky for her, it was only that moment, and not the rest of her
life that was wrecked like she originally thought.
Wiping off the tears and smeared eye shadow, the blonde walked
home alone that day.� Leaves showered down on her, and her face, still red from
crying, blended in among the autumn trees, all in the kind of scenery one can
only find in the movies.� A school bus passed by.� She didn�t even look up when
the junior high boys called at her from the bus as it sped off into the distance.�
She stopped for a moment and tried her best to look at herself from the outside
in.� The blonde couldn�t understand why the junior high boys would even do such
a thing because she was so disgustingly overweight.� She couldn�t understand
why she was still crying.�
It was all because she became fat.
There she was, weak, vulnerable, and alone.� The thought of being
robbed or abducted had never crossed her mind whenever she took this way home.
Lucky for her, she lived in a picturesque world.�
Then she remembered her wonderful boyfriend.� He would cheer her
up � after all, it was his job as a good boyfriend.� She promptly took a detour
off her favorite route and walked the extra distance to her boyfriend�s apartment.�
The brisk breeze, together with the thought of the warmth of her boyfriend (who
she loved very dearly) changed the red in her face from a tone of sadness to
one of confidence despite being hit in the face with a cold wind and a few leaves.
Then the blonde�s life took a very unexpected turn.
She reached her boyfriend�s apartment to find a large yellow truck
parked in front of it with �Apartment Movers� printed on the side in bold blue
letters.� Her heart jumped with panic.� There was no way this could happen.�
Not on a day like this.� She raced inside the boy�s apartment and found that
he had entirely disappeared.� The pictures that had adorned the walls were gone,
leaving bright spots in the wall�s off-white color.� Those pictures had told
their complete story as a couple, and then disappeared in a New York minute.�
The hook sat on the ceiling where his parakeet�s cage once hanged.� Max was
the funniest bird she had ever met.� There was no note stuck to his refrigerator,
which itself was emptier than usual.� The countertops were empty.� Suddenly,
two bulky men walked by with the headboard of her boyfriend�s bed.� Desperate,
she dashed into his bedroom, the one place where her life had changed more than
anywhere else on the face of the Earth.
He wasn�t there.� The room was empty, save a couple of sealed boxes.� The blonde
had no clue what was in them, but she had a feeling that she would miss what
was in them anyway.�
Her boyfriend was gone.� And that�s when she realized what had
really happened.� What her friends had said behind her back.� Everything suddenly
hit her like the bottom of a bad roller coaster.� She knew why she had become
so fat after spending that magical night in his room.� He had betrayed her and
left no sign of it.�
It was all because she became fat.

so i talked to the boss today, aka eric's dad. apparently they're glad i'm coming aboard since starbucks hired them to make some online games that simultaneously educate their employees about their retirements - while they waste them away playing ripoffs of pong or pacman, thanks to me.

done with school, just a measly half-day and finals left. today was awards ceremony, which is some of the best fun i've had in school all year long. the cheering and hollering for syed's record-breaking 8 awards was absolutely hilarious. i may have only gone up there amidst the applause and occasional 'woo!' twice, but i felt honored to be sitting between syed, philip, and joanne. and i still do feel honored to be considered their contemporary. at times it feels surreal to be me; people go on and on that i'm smart, this and that, but i still can't seem to understand what life would be like if my brain were any different.

"so," a mysterious voice begins, "take what you have and be happy."

"i am," i say back, every time.

and yet, reality never seems to take hold. but there i sit, among syed and philip and joanne. i tell the truth when i say to myself that i'm happy with my position, i just don't understand why.
in honor of all the kids who thought this was funny, i give you, the return of the illiterate bear:

[image on old website]

Habib 3379: a girlscout or something just came in with some weirdass candy and asked if we would like to buy some to help her on her canada trip
Habib 3379: first of all
Habib 3379: I just had 2 candy bars
Habib 3379: second
Habib 3379: I will not support someone going to canada

haw.

see the song i'm spinning. it completely owns.

also, for people who are broadband-empowered: go find 'triumph the insult comic dog - star wars.' it's a video file taken from conan o'brien where said dog goes to the episode 2 premiere. absolute comedy gold.

this cheered me up real fast.

i am now very, very, very depressed.

the seniors graduated.

i've known these people for ages. far more so than my own class. i almost skipped up into their class when i was very young and i probably should have. it's physically painful to think that i get to go through another year without seeing these guys every day.

after i stumbled out of the gym and said various goodbyes to people, i started walking back into the huge groups of people in the quad. heather was by my side - sure, she's nice, kinda cute, and has good intentions - but she's not fulfilling in the least bit.

then i had to congratulate all the people who are leaving..

first came the comp sci types: sedrak, melis (who isn't really comp sci, but you get the idea). i gave mike a nice loud 'YOU SON OF A BITCH' for old time's sake and melis and i had the same irreverent conversation as always. those guys were great.

then came SPS - joel, riyad, the other blakes. i'm going to remember these guys for the fun times and their intelligence. but i'll see them again, so all is good.

then came choir. this absolutely destroyed me. dane, katy, emily - emily's going to austin. will likely see her again.
dane's going to new england - i'll hear from him every now and again, and his story will become the same thing
katy's going to cornell - she's probably the one who ultimately meant the most to me. she's going to become very happy and very successful; i can sense things like this. and cornell people become very busy and are very happy to leave their pasts behind. long story short, i said my final goodbyes to katy and dane.

i won't see them every day anymore. i may end up counting the times i see them again on one hand. and these are people i've truly come to love, in the best sense of the word: i would *never*, ever, ever, wish any sort of pain on them, no matter the price.

i've learned something very important today: i can't stand goodbyes, and i never want to say 'goodbye' once and for all to anyone ever again.

Who are YOU most like?

off to see episode 2...

from the good news dept:

rumor has it that at episode 2 tomorrow we shall see the premiere of the matrix 2 trailer.

suck it, trebek.

i saw a guy die today racing.
two pickups were runnin down pioneer, bout a half mile away from school, both of them ran up onto the median. one gained control and stopped, the other flew across our side of the road and into the ravine off to the right (15 feet or so drop) at about 50 mph.

if you see someone die in front of you and still think it's cool to street race, you're a complete fucking moron. no questions.

two trailer park girls go round the outside, round the outside, round the outside...

yeah, i actually think this new eminem song owns. what can i say, it's absolutely hilarious.

so i have a prom story. it's very long, so here:

i go grab katy and we run over to lauren distefano's. she has a very large, nice house. it's cool. so we wait around while lauren's boyfriend matt waits to get his tux shirt back from the cleaners (at 10 to 7, no earlier). he gets his shirt at the time reid shows up with his date, this chick named katy. she was extremely nice to everyone, but i saw something else that turned out to be true.

she was a ho.

so by like 7:30, we have everyone together and ready to take the traditional pictures. many were taken, and we were all merry. from there, we piled into the limo and i let the sickness begin.

we made a quick stop at reid's house so he could get clothes for afterwards, because he didn't want to get smashed in his tux. reid's prom date had to be renamed to prevent confusion. so she came to be known as jennifer for the night. by the time we got over to FW club i was starting to get motionsick.

life quickly improved tho. spent the first 15 minutes just saying 'hi' to people. that's one of my favorite things to do. (not say hi, goofball, meet a *lot* of people).

dinner: as picky as i am, i liked dinner. steak + potatoes = good.

the dancing that followed, however, sucked miserably. katy *can* dance, but she's not really for dancing with guys. so i did the best i could to just get close.

saying goodbye to seniors: how sad. i'm *really* going to miss all those guys. especially dane the jew, sedrak the brave, the other blakes simply because they're blakes, and katy and emily g (even though those two hate each other all of the sudden).

so then we left prom, all teary-eyed and such. dropped off reid's prom date at her bf's place in frickin' duncanville, by which time i was *dying* of motion sickness. add that to finishing katy's glass of champagne and i wasnt feeling great at all. reid, of course, made a scene out of the girl and her bf, which i avoided by stumbling out of the limo and pacing back and forth on the other side of the street to try to get my bearings back.

by the time we got back to lauren's place to change, i was thoroughly exhausted and sick, reid was thoroughly trashed, and lauren and katy almost fell asleep. i soon afterwards went home while the other 4 headed to kodi's.

and i think i'm too tired right now to recall any other details. that's my story.

prom night. wahoo. i think this'll be cool. expecting the unexpected.

my mom's actually not complaining about me being out late tonight. this is a good thing.

and i really have nothing useful to say. i quit.

i'm a national merit motherfucking commended scholar. respect me.

captain wank returns: [image on old website]

wahoo! i have comments!

thanks to you all. makes my day more entertaining. i lub yoo. one of these days i'm going to figure out how to tell you all that there are actually comments on certain posts.

the one a few days back introducing Don the penguin has 11 comments. that's unbelievably Swank�. thanks to everyone who knows webby things for the input.

i introduce to you, captain wank: [image on old website]

yay.

today i went down to apex games. got to know another one of the great dudes who work there. put down a deposit for dance dance revolution - it should be in by friday.

grrrrrr, my bathroom situation is worse. they ripped out my toilet today and they're re-piping the whole damn room. they're going to rip out my entire floor and replace it, too. GOD THIS SUCKS.

the aforementioned penguin is now named. his name, however, will not be disclosed.

i figured the comment on my last post was worth clarification:

my bathroom is broken. i can't use my own shower or toilet. for a while, i couldn't use the sink, but could shower and use the toilet. then i couldn't use the toilet, but could use sink or shower. the moral of this story is that something is causing a leak. and 2nd floor leaks are bad.

so now there's this enormous hole in the ceiling downstairs, and it's slowly leaking into this pathetic pan we have on the floor, not far from the counter. my house *bloze*.

in other news, i am proud to announce that soph and i are amigos. we kinda got into a fit about what we really were and decided that amigos is quite fine. and life is good again.

and there's even a penguin sitting atop my monitor, ready to waddle about (and promptly fall over) at a moment's notice. thanks, soph.

ok so the other shoe finally came down. hard.

i have consolation, however: new chapter of get your war on is out. it's about israel.

and why must my amigos be so lazy? first it was 'hey lets go play tennis,' then 'ok, let's swim and play some games,' then 'screw it, let's play games and watch tv.' something tells me we're on the verge of 'let's watch tv.'

for all inquiring: yes, i took the SAT, yes i have a fairly good feeling about it, i'm guessing 1390-1410.

look closely at what's being caged:
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the goodness continues:

kris is coming to austin.

here's to the guys. dogma just plain owned:

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and the pin yet still refuses to drop.

after all the goodness of today, i got a random message from one jessica yih - that smarty who left oakridgeland for TAMS - and she's quite a bit cooler than i remember.

we must, however, bid farewell to the ridiculous i'd hit it week, with easily the best of the pictures:

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