reasons

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This is what has been keeping me busy.
More of the same.

Responsibilities

I'm getting very bored, but am still extremely busy. I suppose it is time to turn this into what I'm doing here, although I highly doubt I can post every day. I just don't feel good, about anything. I'm depressed, overworked, stressed out, and just need to vent my anger at something. Like my 55% in chemistry. Yeah, that would be nice. REALLY nice. I think I'll go do that.

Also, I have come to the conclusion that the majority of Americans are rich, greedy, wasteful, don't-care-about-the-environemt, I-need-to-please-myself, stingy Bastards.

But that's my personal opinion.

hair

I can put my hair back now. Great things await.

Too much stuff

Yeah . . . . Not getting around to much posting. Can't see a good future either. I'll just say that I'm doing well, and leave you guys for a good long time with this. This was partly inspired by Cyrano, but only slightly. . . I msut have written it about a year ago . . . Enjoy.


Wiping the dirt and dust from the brim of his hat, a young, simply-dressed man dismounted from his steed with a sweep and a flourish of his riding crop. He was on the gravel driveway, in front of the stately mansion of the Baron of Munich, A large town in the south of Germany, in shadow of the mountains to the south. The mansion was beyond the wildest dreams of any of the villagers in the surrounding area. Lush, sweeping gardens, fountains, lawns in the front for games of Croquet and Tennis, the woods to the east for hunting: every Human desire could be fulfilled here, yet, the young man, deep in his heart, had a terrible foreboding.
Although his outward appearance suggested a calm, worldly man, on the inside, he was not of the world. Too tender, too loving, he could never survive here, although he never knew this, and if he did, he would have denied it. This man, not of this world, yet worldly on the outside, angelic on the inside, tethered his horse to one of the posts, and tethered his soul to this world. Ascending the flights of stairs, he rapped thrice on the magnificent gilded doors, and took a respective pace backwards.
A wizened old man, in a knife creased suit and spotless spectacles greeted him, and sweeping his arm inwards and bowing, invited the gentleman inside. Removing his hat, the gentleman placed it on the little table, designed for that purpose, and studied the family pictures in the entry hall. He knew them all quite well, so this was utterly unnecessary and absurd. But remember, he was not of this world; he only was here by accident. Needless to say, after a while, the Baron himself entered the room, and the gentleman turned and looked him in the face. And looking in his face, he received his answer, although any other “man” would leave immediately, he stayed, out of politeness.
“I know why you have come” The gentleman said nothing. His face was completely blank, a sheet of paper. “And I will make you a proposition” He paused and hesitated. “I could . . .” he trailed off into silence, and started again, quickly as if a waggoneer hurrying to get over a rough patch of road, “If you bring back the heirloom of my house, the Seal Ring, then, and only then, may you marry my daughter.”
Having said that, he turned on his heel and left the room, while the butler showed the familiar way out to the gentleman, who had not said anything the entire time. Although the young gentleman did not show it, the possibility of returning the seal ring sparked a dying hope, which slowly rekindled it into a blazing fire, a fire that did not consume, but strengthened. Picking up his hat, the gentleman strode out the door, and unfastening his steed, he glanced up at the window, to see her there, black hair flowing with the slight breeze; she looked almost as angelic as he was.
Down fluttered a square of silk, from the window, as if by accident, and he caught it, and blew a kiss to his loved one, and she waved, as he put her handkerchief in his pocket, almost reverently, and mounted his horse. With sound of iron on stone, he turned back, looked once more at her, and road down the driveway, as it all of hell was after him.

tribute

I'm praying for them . . .

And finishing my Honors American Liturature essay.

Guess what? I've been busy.

Turn the Page

This is a truly awesome song.
Metallica is OK for the most part, but this song totally rocks the house.


On a long and lonesome highway,
east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines
moanin' out it's one old song
You can think about the woman,
or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wanderin',
the way they always do
When you're ridin' 16 hours,
and there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
you just wish the trip was through

(chorus)

Here I am, on the road again,
there I am, up on the stage
There I go, playin' star again,
there I go, turn the page

So you walk into this restaurant,
uh strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you,
as you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you,
but you just want to explode
Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk,
other times you can

All the same old cliché's,
is it woman, is it man
And you always seem outnumbered,
you don't dare make a stand
Make your stand

(chorus)
Ah But here I am, on the road again,
there I am, up on the stage
Here I go, ah playin' star again,
there I go, turn the page
Woah

Out there in the spotlight,
you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy,
you try and give away
As the sweat pours out your body,
like the music that you play

Later in the evenin',
as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers,
ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette,
rememberin' what she said

What she said

Yeah, and here I am,
on the road again,
there I am, up on that stage
Here I go, playin' star again,
there I go, turn the page
And there I go, turn that page

There I go, yeah, Here I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah, Here I go, yeah
Here I go-oh-o, There I go
And I'm gone

You Are Chocolate Chip Ice Cream

You are kind, popular, and generous. You tend to be successful at anything you try. A social butterfly, you are great at entertaining a crowd. You are most compatible with strawberry ice cream.

What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?

I LOVE Chocolate Chip Ice Cream. Mint Chocolate chip. Good stuff!

Intro to movie

“How many of 'em?”
“Just two”
“We take no chances. They could be-”
“No, they're not, but we’ll be careful”
“Are they armed”
“Yes. Automatic weapons. Looks like M16s, standard issue . . . ”
“ . . . You look bad. You OK?”
“I'll be fine. Look, How many times have we done this?”
“Enough to get it straight”
“These two look like they know what they are doing”
“And so do we”
“Are the gunners and charges in place”
“Yes. Remember, Bazooka the tank, and then take the infantry. Let's do it.”
“We’ll do it right, stick to the basics, nothing fancy”
“Alright, nothing fancy. . . Here they are”
“Let’s do this”

Yeee-ah

She's a tough one to catch . . . .

(more later)

beach update

Battle
Me, with a airsoft shotgun, at the beach. I was shooting at him. We made the trench. I was orginally in it, but then he circled me and so I jumped out of and used the other side.

More

MEDIEVAL ENGLAND
Famous Ruler: King Edward III
Living Quarters: Castles
Hardship: The Black Plague
Who wouldn't want to live in the "fairy
tale-like" days of knights and castles?


What Time Period Do You Belong In?
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I saw this one coming

You will be sucked dry by a leech. I'd stay away
from swimming holes, and stick to good old
cement. Even if it does hurt like hell when
your toe scrapes the bottom.


What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die?
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