The Only True Political Asylum...Punkers Haven

Tue, 24 Jul 2007 20:20:02 GMT

I've never drank because of a girl before but I have been drinking since about noon today and haven't really stopped being at least buzzed all day... why is it that girls feel the need to shit on nice guys. Do I just wear a sign saying that all girls should hate me because I'm going to treat them like they should be treated? Am I ever going to find someone who actually likes me for who I am... probably not... I'm pretty sure I should just give up entirly.

My brain has left the building

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 07:24:26 GMT

Oh god I don't feel well, my stomach is real queasy and my face is really warm. My mind has been in a state of constant depression for the past week or so. And I can't for the life of me get this girl out of my head. I want to go to bed right now but I have homework that I still have to do that I couldn't get done this weekend because we had our stag drunk party out in the woods on friday, BOTY formal on saturday, and bosch on sunday (which I should have skipped to do homework.) then earlier today we had senior meeting and I couldn't skip that either so I didn't get started on any of my weekends homework until midnight and I finally finished a "quiz" at 2:30, joked around with Drew for about fifteen minutes and now I'm procrastinating in order to hopefully have some working semblance of a mind, which isn't turning out so great. FUCK! I just want this week to be over. I want it to be thursday so that I can relax before I have to study for my one final on Wednesday and then drive home where I get to see all of my friends from downstate and be happy hopefully.

I've been so retarded lately, I forgot how to spell remember earlier. I just want to be fixed somebody must know how?

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 08:23:26 GMT

So my phones broken, we need not go into details other than it shorted out. So if anybody is trying to call me don't expect to get me. I'm looking into getting a new one but I need to know if what happened is covered by a warrenty. God it sucks not having a phone.

Nameless Son

Sun, 04 Mar 2007 03:58:31 GMT

October 30th
Everybody in Richfield is a piece of shit. Three years and three months into my high school career and I still don’t even have one friend. This town and everybody in it is so fake, and not like fake snow on a mountain fake but fake like silicon tits with the nipple on top fake. Every street that I walk down makes me feel like I’m walking in circles. Sometimes it feels like an old movie, like the kind where they have a rolling backdrop that just keeps repeating, every house big and white with Victorian windows, extras that play the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker. Perfect clean cut lawns that water themselves, each lawn the same size, the grass clipped down to the same height on every blade.
Then there’s the high school, the watering hole for assholes. Everybody in there thinks they’re perfect; their parents will even back them up on that one. They’d pretend that they were my friends and talk me up but I knew they’re just trying to fuck with my mind. That’s what Angela did. Angela was the most perfect of them all, truly God’s best work. I think she was Venus the Greek goddess of beauty reincarnate, her skin was as smooth as marble, her hair and eyes reminded me of the sun rising over a great pasture and radiated the same warmth as well. What she saw in me, hell if I know. All I know is I was once the luckiest man in Richfield. Then everything changed, the warmth slowly left her and her face looked less angelic and more demonic everyday. The bright sun had been taken over by grey clouds. The concrete had been injected into my veins once again. Today as the sky turned grey my heart turned black.

“Hey Kiddo, come up here we need to talk”
The flannel covers started to rustle on his twin bed as he stirred. It was the thirteenth day he had been locked in his room. No sound ever left the room, because no sound ever started.
“Are you coming? I’ve got breakfast for you.”
“Yeah mom I’m coming, just give me a minute.”
Jane was in the kitchen cooking the last of the bacon. It was only the two of them, has it had been for the past five years, yet there was still enough food to feed the average American family. The smell of eggs, pancakes and maple syrup started to waft up and around the corner before heading down the stairs where it teased his nose.
He ran up the stairs, past the baby pictures on the wall, slowing down when he saw the picture of his parents wedding out of the corner of his eye. His fists clenched quickly before he moved on down the hallway.
“What’s up mom?”
“Sit down have some breakfast.”
Jane smiled at her son, hoping to get him to smile for the first time in two weeks. “We need to talk. You just haven’t been the same since Angela left you. I’m worried.”
He dropped his fork, “Is that what you wanted to talk about? Well don’t worry about it; it’s not your problem.”
“But you’re my son and if you have a problem then that problem becomes my problem as well.”
“It’s not a big deal mom; it’s nothing you would understand.”
“Good then if it’s not a problem you’ll go back to school tomorrow?”
“I can’t, you know I hate that place,” He stabbed his fork into his pancakes. “Those kids hate me, the teachers hate me. Everyone stares at me and whispers behind my back. Do you really want me to go back to a place like that?”
“You need to go back to school, face them and show them that they don’t bother you,” She put her hand on his, “Don’t let them get to you, especially her, you’re stronger than that. There are plenty more fish in the sea, and I’m sure there is someone out there who is so much better for you.”
He moved his hand out from under hers and into his lap, “How am I supposed to believe that? She’s the only person, except you, who has ever cared about me.”
His hands covered his face to try and stop the tears, yet one dropped down and landed in his glass of milk, “What am I supposed to do mom? I can’t go back there and she won’t answer her phone.”
Jane stared at her son as a silence filled the room, “Alright, how much longer do you think you need?”

November 26th
Twenty-seven, twenty-fucking-seven days I have sat in this room, no school, no life, just me and my dead phone. I’ve tried calling her everyday but she never answered or returned my calls. Why does she put me through such torture? She’s dug out my beating heart with red hot skewers, and left me bleeding here on my bed to wait for just one call. One fucking call to save my life, but she doesn’t give a shit anymore. My mom has been telling me everyday that she’s not worth it but I just can’t believe that. She’s the only fucking thing that has ever mattered in my life. I don’t know how much longer I can go on without hearing her clarion call that would breathe life back into my lungs.

November 28th
My mom forced me to go back to school and face all of those fucking shit-heads. I can feel their eyes on me like a thousand vultures waiting to peck the flesh from my decaying bones. They talk in loud whispers while I’m in earshot about just how fucking pathetic I am. “Did you hear how he wouldn’t stop calling her for almost a month? What kind of an idiot doesn’t get the clue after the first couple of days?”
“You’ve heard she’s got a new boyfriend right, he’s so much better than that loser she was dating before.”
The fucking bitches won’t leave me alone, and lunch is the worst time of all. Everybody gathers in one place including her and her new boyfriend. She taunts me, parading him in front of me, never giving me so much as a single glance. I can’t fucking stand it I need her back. I’d give my life for her.

The men’s bathroom door opens and he can hear the thud of footsteps enter. His breathing slows and he sets his ham and cheese lightly in his lap. Two lighters flick as the steel hits the flint almost in unison. He raises the neck of his shirt to protect him from the smoke that is inevitably going to cling to his nose to snuff him off his throne. One of the boy’s speaks up, “Can you believe that bitch teacher is making us read five chapters for tomorrow?” It was Calvin Johnson a jock in his fifth hour English class, “I mean who does she think we are, that loser that sits in the front row?”
“Ha, good one Cal!” Jimmy Johnson chimed in with his usual response.
A puff of smoke creeped over the top of the stall and clung to the hem that had been pulled over his nose; it clawed at him, fighting to expose him for eavesdropping.
“We’ve got hockey to practice for, we don’t have time to read.”
“Yeah, and I’ve got that algebra exam tomorrow. I don’t even know what the fuck we’re doing in there.”
“Oh shit that’s right. Screw it, I’m not reading, I’ve got to study for that exam. Can’t that bitch realize that we already know how to read and we don’t need to be taught again?”
“Ha, good one. Yeah didn’t we learn how to do that in like, kindergarten?”
He could hear the sound of a high five vibrate and linger in the room as the footsteps headed for the door. When the door shut he let out the cough that had been backed up in his throat since the first puff of smoke attacked the room. Then he proceeded to finish his lunch before anybody else came in to interrupt him.

December 1st
I’ve stopped going to the lunch room any more. I just can’t take the stares, the probing eyes of three thousand students all somehow on me. I’m now eating all of my lunches while sitting on some shit stained toilet in the men’s room of hallway E. This is my fucking life now, sitting on a toilet reading limericks off of the bathroom stall or finding out that Julie, whose phone number seems to be 555-3167, is a good time and I should call her and find out for myself; or listening to the jackass smokers, who think the bathroom is their own personal smokers only club, talk about “that bitch teacher” who’s making them read for their English class. This fucking place is filled with losers, yet I’m the goddamned outcast. Cal and Jimmy, those fucking jocks don’t even appreciate the one good teacher at Richfield. McCann just happens to be the nicest person in the world and the only person who I think might have something new to say to me. Cal and Jimmy can’t even make a complete thought if you were to combine their fucking brains.
I just wish I could talk to McCann. Maybe she could say something, anything that would remind me why I would want to stay here.

December 7th
There’s nothing to lose anymore, ever since I stopped eating with them they’ve stopped talking about me. I thought it would be a good thing when they stopped, I thought my life would return to normal but now no one even remembers my name. Even my teachers skip over me now during role call, all of them except Ms. McCann. She’s the only person who acknowledges my presence anymore, fuck even the bus driver forgets me and I have to walk three miles to home alone now. I feel like I’m fading into nothingness, just an empty shell of clothes walking through the halls of Richfield High. If someone were to even try to reach out to touch me they’d only find air, I’m worse off than the fucking invisible man at least he could feel shit… I can’t even fucking do that anymore. The mirror is the only thing that assures me I’m still here.

“Hey what’s wrong? You seemed distant today,” Julie McCann had told him after her fifth hour class.
“I don’t know. I just haven’t been the same since Angela left me.”
“Oh is that it? Are you just upset over this girl?”
“Well that’s not all it is,” He looked down at the floor, “Nobody in this school likes me. Hell everybody has forgotten my name even. I’ve just become some nameless loser who wouldn’t stop calling his ex-girlfriend for a month.”
“Their just teasing you, it’s just how kids are. Don’t let them get to you.”
He raised his head and looked off towards the blue-green walls of Julie McCann’s room. He remembered when McCann had won an award that allowed her to do whatever she wanted with her room, so she painted it with her students. He was there, and so was Angela. He broke out into tears.
“What, what is it?”
“The walls, she was there when we painted them.”
Julie laughed, “Oh come on now, you can’t be serious that these walls make you cry? Their just walls; everybody painted them, not just you and Angela.”
“I know but I can’t help it. I’m lost without her.”
“You’re seventeen; you have so much more of your life to live,” She laughed, “I’m sure by next week you could have a completely new girlfriend, and you wouldn’t even remember old what’s-her-name.”
“I’ll never forget her… she was… she was my first.”
“But she won’t be your last. You’re just going through a phase right now. When you grow up and have kids they’ll go through same things and they’ll get over it too. I know you can do this.”

December 18th
McCann pulled me aside after class today because I guess I seemed “distant”. I guess someone really does care about me. Some of the things she said made a lot of sense to me. Maybe she’s right, maybe there is another girl out there who will like me too. I guess I’ll never know if I don’t try.

“Hey, Nikki can I talk to you for a second?” He stared at the ground and tried to hide his trembling hands in his pockets.
“Uhh do I know you?” Nikki turned and started to close her locker.
“Yeah, I used to date Angela…”
“Eww, stalker boy? Why would I want to talk to you?”
“Well I was hoping that… you know we could maybe…” His hands were covered in sweat. Her face was twisted into a look of almost immeasurable pain, as if he were taking her life right out of her by just talking to her, “well maybe we could go on a date?”
“Why the hell would I want to go out with a loser like you?” She jerked backwards, “I heard Angela had to take a restraining order on you, creep.”
He crumpled like a rag doll to the floor as she turned and quickly walked away. He sat, like a lump, on the ground; crying into his hands. The bell rang and he didn’t even flinch.

December 24th
What a fitting day for it to end. Mom when you read this, it will already be too late. I just hope this notebook will explain everything to you. There’s nothing to gain in this life and I just can’t fight the fucking pain anymore. McCann was right; I’m always gonna be teased and so will my children. I don’t want to live in a world that is so filled with assholes, much less bring a life into this world just so that it can be snuffed out by the Angela’s that are out there. I want you to know that for once my life is painless. When no one knows your name there’s no point in moving on. I hope that bitch realizes that this was all her fault and burns in the hell we call life everyday. It’s a shame that kids love to tease, I bet they’d never guess that it would put me underground at seventeen. I hope you can forgive me mom, I never meant to hurt you.
Love,
The Nameless Son

This is a story I wrote for a class. I was wondering what there is I can do to improve upon it. I want to eventually turn this into a short film. I want to fix up the end mostly, I rushed it to finish it for my class and I am very unhappy with it.

Sun, 25 Feb 2007 00:06:32 GMT

Quote/Ransom Thought of the Day: "Dude guess what, I had a thought today... or at least it would have been a thought if I knew French." - me
"Le Tour Ephant" - The thought that made me say that.

Thu, 22 Feb 2007 19:45:57 GMT

What's the secret? How can anybody be sure about anything? How can people fall in love when it's impossible to trust anybody? Nobody knows if another person is telling the truth, so how is it that so many people are able to just trust another person. Is it something you feel? I just don't know, I'm so fucking confused right now.

Sweet Jesus on a Monkey

Thu, 22 Feb 2007 05:10:56 GMT

I bet you all missed these. Here is the Quote/Ransom Thought of the day.

"I once shat a lepruchan... he was green and squishy."

Stay tuned for more time wasting ransom thoughts.

OSU vs. UF?!

Mon, 04 Dec 2006 02:01:17 GMT

WHAT THE FUCK!!!! I am pissed off that Florida beat out UofM for the national championship! It's fucking bullshit they are just handing the title to Ohio! No offense to Florida but they have really been playing shitty lately. Michigan only lost to OSU by three motherfucking points! Uof-fucking-M should be heading to Glendale and not the fucking Gators! FUCKING BULLSHIT!!! Well go Blue beat the Trojans I guess...

Mmmmy Ggggeneration

Tue, 14 Nov 2006 19:18:25 GMT

Does it bother anyone else that our generation is known as Generation Why? or the iGeneration? What have we done for ourselves? What is the great impact that our generation will leave on American culture? iPods? Myspace? Are these really the things that will define our generation? It makes me want to cry that this is where our generation is headed... Also is the whole Generation Why?, or the Cynical Generation as we are also known, going to affect this next generation which is becoming to be known as the New Silent Generation. The original Silent Generation would most likely be your grandparents (1925-1945) and were known for being unattached, unimaginative, and withdrawn. They were the children of the Lost Generation, who were born durring World War I and had no real sense of self. This New Silent Generation is born in the same sort of enviornment with parents from Generation X who, like the lost generation, didn't care about a whole lot. People blame 9/11 and the war in Iraq for the creation of the New Silent Generation but I blame Generation Why? We are the generation before them and will most likely be parents of some of these children born in this new generation (it is predicted to go up until 2014), we are their role models. We are their uninformed, unambitious, "who gives a rats ass" role models... and frankly I fear for the future of this world.

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 04:15:25 GMT

F YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie

Opening Credits: Theme Song - The Aquabats

Waking Up: Walk Idiot, Walk - The Hives

First Day At School: Pretty Girl (The Way) - Sugarcult

Falling In Love: Last Breath - Mad Caddies

Fight Song: No Brain - MxPx

Breaking Up: Bad Touch - Bloodhound Gang

Prom: A Passage in Time - Authority Zero

Life's Ok: Dumb - Nirvana

Mental Breakdown: Points of Authority - Linkin Park

Driving: IRo-bot - Coheed and Cambria

Flashback: Suburban Myth - Less Than Jake

Getting Back Together: World War III - Bad Religion

Birth of Child: Boris the Spider - The Who

Wedding: Life in Tenement Square - Flogging Molly

Final Battle: Blood on the Ground - Incubus

Death Scene: Burried Alive - Dropkick Murphys

Funeral Song: Race Against Myself - The Offspring

End Credits: Megalomaniac - Incubus

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 01:41:51 GMT

My pirate name is:

Captain Davy Kidd

Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
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I need opinions

Mon, 09 Oct 2006 15:09:52 GMT

So I've decided after this past weekend that I am so glad to have you three as my closest friends. If there were ever a time in my life (since I have met you that is) that I somehow lose touch with you guys I'd be devistated. Anyway what I need to know is would we be able to make a pact now that every year no matter what from now until the end of our days we will always get together over New Years, Fourth of July, and some weekend in Summer? It really means a lot to me when I throw parties and I know that I can always count on the three of you to come, and I don't want that to ever change in the future like once we are all married and have another life. We're getting older, though we may not act the part, and pretty soon this is something that we may have to worry about... so obviously I'm starting a couple years ahead of schedule. I just want to be able to put these sort of fears to bed and know that we will always be as close to one another as we are now, boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/work/kids be damned. I love you three from so deep in the bottom of my heart it's almost at my big toe (I gots a big heart like that). If we do make a pact we have to keep it; this means you move out of Michigan too bad you're coming back three times a year every year. Our friendship really means the world to me, it's what keeps me sane... I hope you all feel the same way too.

Tue, 26 Sep 2006 17:09:30 GMT

April 5th, 2006
6:05 PM

I am a nobody, I am the lowly scum that wouldn’t even stick on your shoe if you stepped in me. I am a self-loathing, self-mutilating, heartless son-of-a-bitch; and this is a story all about me.
For the twenty-three years that have passed since my birth I have wanted to be famous. Not famous in the way DaVinci or Vango or people who start bands and then four years later nobody can even recognize their music are famous, but I want to be famous like Elvis or Plato. But mainly I want to be famous like Jesus Christ was. I don’t want to be famous only after I die or only while I’m alive; I want everlasting fame. I want to be the Twenty-First century savior of mankind, there will be novels written about me, not just this shitty little journal.
When I was younger everybody said I would amount to nothing and I always told them they were wrong and just to wait and see. I suppose it would have been the same for Jesus; I mean who would believe you if you said you were the son of God? But that never stopped him now did it? I mean look how many followers he had… has, I don’t think you could have gone anywhere in the Middle East/North Africa region where people didn’t know who he was. Love him or loath him they knew who he was.
April 14th, 1996 was the day that I realized the truth. On that day when I was 13 I saw the sky open up revealing a great foreboding darkness. I kept thinking that I should feel terrified, but instead I was filled with a sense of joy that could only be known to a newborn baby, or that crazy guy down the street that’s always laughing after he hasn’t taken his medication in over two weeks. In that void I saw everything that was good and true, nothingness is the only answer. On that day I realized that the only way to save man kind was to end it.

Small Talk

Wed, 06 Sep 2006 04:19:07 GMT

I realize now why I have such a problem making new friends any more. Small talk... I fucking hate it, it's so fake. I mean when I'm just talking to one of my friends I actually want to know how they are doing. But with random people at a party you know... I just don't give a shit. I don't care for the fake how are you bullshit that you have to go through. It doesn't help either that my favorite topics to talk about are religion and politics which aren't polite to speak of with random people because "you don't know who you are going to offend." What's with this PC bullshit? Fuck this all, I want to meet new people but I don't want to go through all of the bullshit small talk, any suggestions?

EVIL DEAD: The Musical

Thu, 20 Jul 2006 04:03:03 GMT

I am not kidding they are making the cult classic 1981 Sam Raimi film into a Broadway Musical. If you don't believe me check this out

http://www.broadwayworld.com/viewcolumn.cfm?colid=10996

I have to admit... I'm a bit currious.

Sunday July 2nd

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 20:07:46 GMT

For those of you who don't know I am having my annual Fourth of July party on July second as that is when the fireworks on my lake are. If you are reading this you are invited. It starts at noon on sunday and ends whenever you feel like going home or I have to kick you out (which most likely won't happen.) If you are able to come call me or leave a message... hopefully it wont rain as the make up date is the 8th and I will not be home. Thus if it does rain we will still have a party it just wont be at my beach.

By the by if you don't know the procedure here it is, bring a bathing suit and towel, be prepared to swim out to my raft with said bathing suit on your person and said towel in hand above your head.. not in the water. If you could bring some sort of food that would be much appriciated, if not please bring money so that we may buy some sort of food stuffs.

Suicide is Painless part dos

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 07:01:31 GMT

So I was having a conversation with some people and we were talking about whether or not suicide was the coward’s way out of life. While I agreed with them that suicide is selfish and that it takes a strong person to persevere through life, I can’t see suicide as being cowardly. It has to take a lot of guts to give up on life… to know what you are going to leave behind; not just your family and friends and memories and all of that shit. But I mean the pain that you are going to leave behind for all of these people. Also I mean there is a lot of planning that has to go into suicide. It has to be something that you have thought out, spur of the moment suicides are rare and for somebody to think out how they are going to end their own life, for somebody to know that they are going to cut their lives short and no longer exist… it takes courage I think. Is it strange that I think it takes a stronger person to commit suicide than it does to stay alive? I mean staying alive is easy… but killing yourself seems like the hardest thing a person could ever do.

Don’t worry I’m not going to commit suicide, I’m just depressed right now and I don’t really know why.

Suicide is Painless

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 06:01:30 GMT

Through Early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see

That Suicide is Painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
So this is all I have to say

Suicide is Painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

The only way to win is cheat
And lay it down before I'm beat
And to another give a seat
For that's the only painless feat

Suicide is Painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works it's way on in
The pain grows stronger watch it grin

Suicide is Painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

A brave man once requested me
To answer questions that are key
Is it to be or not to be
And I replied "Oh why ask me."

Suicide is Painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

And you can do the same thing if you please

Life

Fri, 23 Jun 2006 01:11:02 GMT

Does any one else feel like they missed out on life because of when they were born?

THIS SATURDAY THE 17TH!!!!!!

Wed, 14 Jun 2006 03:50:35 GMT

PARTY AT MY HOUSE ON THE BEACH!!! WILL LAST ALL DAY LONG (well from like noon until 2 am). BRING A BATHING SUIT, TOWEL, AND GOOD ATTITUDE!!! I HAD BETTER SEE A LOT OF PEOPLE SHOW UP!!

Sun, 11 Jun 2006 05:26:39 GMT

So school has been going well, I'll be home again in a week. I'm having a beach party on Saturday the 17th (which is also my mom's birthday) this is going to be durring the day, hopefully the weather will hold out. I hope that people can show up for it, it'll be an all day thing so just show up whenever you want and leave anytime before 2 am.

On another note I found this band from France that is a really good band. The name is KYO and, while they do speak French, I really like their songs and suggest that people check them out. Yeah that's all I've got so I'm out.

Oh yeah and England won their first World Cup game... this makes for a happy David.

The Words Evade

Tue, 16 May 2006 19:46:25 GMT

I've got so much going on in my head but as the title suggests I can't find the words for it all. This is always my problem. Anyway I just needed to type something so that I can get some sort of words out of my head.

Mon, 08 May 2006 21:22:35 GMT

Without you, the ground thaws
the rain falls
the grass grows

Without you, the seeds root
the flowers bloom
the children play

The stars gleam
the poets dream
the eagles fly
without you

The Earth turns
the sun burns
but I die, without you

Without you, the breeze warms
the girl smiles
the cloud moves

Without you, the tides change
the boys run
the oceans crash

The crowds roar
the days soar
the babies cry
without you

The moon glows
the river flows
but I die without you

The world revives
colors renew
but I know blue
only blue
lonely blue
Without you

Without you, the hand gropes
the ear hears
the pulse beats

Without you, the eyes gaze
the legs walk
the lungs breathe

The mind churns
the heart yearns
the tears dry without you

Life goes on
but I'm gone
'cause I die, without you
without you
without you
without you.....

Fri, 05 May 2006 23:04:43 GMT

*The Survey- All About You*
*. . . B a s i c s . . .*
Name/Nickname	David Cameron Gidcumb aka "Shitfuck"
Sex	Male
Age	21
Height/Weight	5'6" somewhere around 160
School	Michigan Tech
*. . . C h o o s e 1 . . .*
Ghetto/Prep/Skater	Skater
Water/Soda	Pop
Ice cream/Cake	Ice Cream
Fruits/Vegetables	Both
Girls/Guys	Girls
Talking: On Phone/ In Person	In Person
Hook Ups/Relationships	Relationships
Dancing/Singing	Singing
Whole Milk/Skim Milk	Skim
Cereal/Bagel	Bagel
Winter/Summer	Summer
Love/Lust	Love
Usher/50 cent	Out of those two Usher
*. . . L o v e L i f e . . .*
Do you like anyone?	Yeah
If so, who?	They know who
Number of boyfriends/girlfriends you have had	9
With who and when was your last hookup?	I don't have hookups
Have you ever been in love?	yeah
Do you believe in love at first sight?	No
Have you ever went out with someone even if you didn't like them?	Well not originally
Did you ever reject anyone?	Yeah
Did you ever cry over someone of the opposite sex?	Yeah
How do you act towards the person you like?	Shy
Are you a tease/big flirt?	Both at times
*. . . T h i n g s Y o u L i k e T o D o . . .*
Favorite place to hang out?	The Beach
Do you drink?	Yeah
Have you ever been drunk?	Yeah
Do you smoke?	Yep
Do you like the mall?	Fuck Yeah
Are you an indoor or outdoor person?	both
Do you do any sports or extracurricular activities?	Swim, wake/snow/skateboard
On your weekends, where can you almost always be found?	In good company
Who has the best house to hang out at?	Me
*What's your favorite...*
Singer:	Lennon
Movie:	Nightmare Before Christmas
TV show:	House
Actor:	Adam Sandler
Actress:	Julia Styles
Restaraunt:	My house, I don't really eat out
Food:	Lasania
Vacation spot:	Florida
Season:	Summer
Holiday:	Halloween
Day of the year:	Fourth of July
Friend:	All of them
Song:	Motown Never Sounded so Good - Less Than Jake
Color:	Puke Green
Flavor soda:	Jone's Blue Bubblegum
Type cookie:	Peanut Butter
Store:	Pac Sun
*What Do You Look For In a Guy/Girl*
Height	Around my height
Age	Within four years of me
Weight	100 - 120
Personality	Friendly, Funny, Smart, uhhh... dunno whatelse
Clothing style	Whatever looks good on them
Hair color	Brunette
Do opposites really attract?	Yeah
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Death, destruction, and other fun happy things

Tue, 02 May 2006 03:34:31 GMT

FUCK ME!!! I just want to fucking destroy something right now, I wanna break glass with my fucking bare hands, I wanna pick a fight and lose, I wanna dump my hand in a vat of liquid nitrogen, I wanna jump in front of a fucking bus. FUCK!