citizen_1347b

stolenz

Sun, 30 Dec 2007 04:56:55 GMT

100. What's your profile song and why?
I lack a myspace. I see no reason to alter this.

99. Do you have a job?
not really at the moment. Hopefully I can start working for my Dad after New Year's

98. Do you have a best friend?
most definitio

97. Do you have a crush on someone?
meh.

96. Lied in the last 24 hours?
meh

95. Ever drank 'til you puked?
twice?

94. What's your favorite quote?
don't really have one

93. What is the last movie you watched?
fuckin' "Hell of the Living Dead"

92. What makes you mad?
people who think they have all the answers. But not too mad.

91. What would you like to be when you grow up?
someone who makes a decent amount of money

90. What's your name?
Eric

88. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?
somewhat

87. What's your dog's name?
Holley

86. Where are you now?
at my computer desk, chillaxin'

84. How would you want to be asked out?
whatever, not really worried about a relationship.

82. What is sitting to your left right now?
Arrested Development DVDs, Ben's XP disc.

81. Where is your mom right now?
reading downstairs

80. Do you have any kids?
nope

79. Who is the 5th person on your missed call list?
Hutch

78. Closest black object?
Keyboard

77. Where did you go last?
7/11

76. What song are you listening to?
The Kraken, from Pirates of the Caribbean 2

74. Do you own any pets?
the aforementioned Holley

72. Last time you listened to country music?
does Soulja Boy count?

69. What are your fears?
I trry not to let things worry me

68. What can you hear now?
muzak

64. Last person to comment you?
Vickie from TCNJ wrote on my facebook wall

63. Do you sing?
occassionally. Probably not very well.

62. Screamo or country?
country is slightly more tolerable, or at least easier to mock.

61. Rock or rap?
depends if it's good

60. Do you like cheese?
jah

59. Last four people you called?
Andrew, Hutch, Antony, Dennis

58. Who last talked to you on the phone?
Hutch

57. What jewelry do you wear daily?
dude

56. What are you doing right now?
this and listening to music

54. Would you die for someone?
probably my sister

52. Are you cold now?
sneezy

50. What do you smell?
nuttin

48. What are you doing tomorrow?
no clue

44. Bed sheet color?
green and blue

43. Are you gay?
nyet, comrade.

42. Can you swim?
dah

40. Have you been kissed during fireworks?
no. On the walk back, however...

39. When was the last time you hung out with your family?
a wee bit today. Pretty easy to do when you're all in the house.

38. Do you play an instrument?
cello. I haven't played in far too long.

37. Do you want a tattoo?
no.

36. If yes, what of?
Magmar dressed as the Prophet of Truth and riffing on a sweeeeet Gibson guitar.

35. United States or Canada?
ultimately the two have almost no differences.

34. What time is it?
11:49PM

32. Jeans or sweatpants?
jeans

31. What should you be doing?
nuttin

30. Are you going to do it?
until I got to bed

28. Do you own big sunglasses?
I guess mine are big? I like my Hunter S. Thompson Aviators.

27. Have you ever cried so hard, you made yourself sick?
not that I recall.

26. Do you like techno?
Not only that, but electronica, rave music, hip-hop, and all other genres that our future retro-mechanical masters will enjoy in their joyless world of tomorrow.

25. Do you like polka?
EBHS FOLKDANCING FTW. HONKY TONK STOMP GO NOW!

24. Have you ever tanned?
nah. I'm too white. I just burn alive.

19. Favorite TV show?
Arrested Development

15. What kind of music do you like?
thematic shit

14. Do you know the Soulja Boi Dance?
I downloaded "Crank Dat" Why the fuck is it so popular? It's on a "Ricochet" level of badness.

10. Favorite class?
Digital Circuits was good, if only because I got an A.

7. Favorite time of day?
right around noon can be good.

6. Ever licked someone's cheek?
I don't think so.

5. Where did you see Spiderman 3 at and with who?
FUCK DAT

4. What is your favorite season?
late summer/early fall.

3. What are you looking forward to?
New Year's I guess? I hope I don't get guff about my plans.

2. Ever got lost in the dark?
Not really.

1. Where is your number one at?
what does that even mean?

Stolen from Dara

Wed, 05 Dec 2007 22:05:07 GMT

Hai gaiz, can I be a meme?

1. Leave me a casual comment of no particular significance, like a lyric to your current favorite song, your favorite kind of sandwich, or maybe your favorite game. Any remark, meaningless or not.
2. I will respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in your own post.
5. When others respond with a desultory comment, you will ask them five questions.

1. If you could have any pet, what would it be and why?
Pembroke Welsh Corgi, because of Cowboy Bebop. Yes, it's really fucking nerdy.

2. What is your favorite kind of cheese?
Hmmm, it's probably a three way split between blue, sharp cheddar, and processed american.

3. If you had every color pen to choose from, what color would you choose?
Black. It's not a color, but you know what, FUCK YOU.

4. When you turn on the TV, what channel do you check first?
CNN, or the movie channels.

5. Describe your ideal girl.
I like smart girls with a reasonbly dark/ironic (or at least an appreciation of) sense of humor. She'd be a brunette of about average height. Hmmmm, that's about it.

99 Problems but...

Thu, 22 Nov 2007 04:47:50 GMT

I feel pretty confident in saying dating and all that associated relationship crap isn't worth the stress and effort. I'm glad I don't care or deal with it anymore.

Otherwise life is pretty good. Gettin through mah school shit, enjoying mah vacation, need a job for winter break so I can make the monies that I won't be using on dates.

home alone on a friday and writin' on mah LJ, waahhhhhh, wahhhhhhh

Sat, 03 Nov 2007 03:21:31 GMT

I'm way too cynical. Too bad I can't do jack shit about it.

Blowin' it

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 03:23:22 GMT

I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

Conclusion

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 20:23:31 GMT

The opposite lane is empty. Sirens in the distance grow louder as two police SUVs speed back to the station,
their tires covered in mud.

Cross over Route One. Major highway, goes from Florida to Maine. The scene was chaotic, mostly everyone

had abandoned their cars, like I had. Traffic in both directions was motionless. How could it be this bad? Was

it the lack of traffic lights? I press on. Fewer cars on the street, in fact I don’t see anyone. Then I find them,

standing in a small crowd where the road ends. When I say “where the road ends”, what do you imagine? A

dead end? A cul-de-sac? This was none of those. The road, buildings, trees, after a certain point all of it was

just gone. The asphalt ended in a clean and perfect cut. No crater, no ash and debris, no bomb had gone off.

Instead it’s as if the entire thing, as far as I could see, had been replaced by flat, well groomed soil, as if some

mad farmer had killed everyone, destroyed everything, and just left an empty, tilled field. I don’t know how long

I’d stood there, shocked, as others came and went, experiencing the same mind numbing confusion, the

same horror.

We’ve accepted it now, it’s been a few months. Police departments got in touch with each other through their

CB radios, sent out scouting parties. Across the country, across the world, the same thing, cities, military

bases, anything big and concrete, was gone. I heard a rumor that when some cops made it through the miles

of nothing that used to Elizabeth, Jersey City, all the docks and industry that Jersey’s known for, they found

Central Park intact. A tiny island of green sitting in the heart of the now leveled Manhattan. There were a few

survivors there, hobos, late night joggers, all raving and insane. It’s funny how you can get used to not having

TV, the internet, all that. Growing a garden and tending animals keeps you busy most of the day. We’re trying to

be self reliant, it’s tough. I never heard from the family, I guess they couldn’t find a way to get back. Gas is

hoarded, now that we know the refineries, probably the whole infrastructure, is gone. The Cops use it for

electricity, keep the radios going. Plenty of the country has already gone dark, no more electricity, no more

radio. Now that life is returning to them, we call the blank spots “The Gardens” now. Some people tried to grow
crops there, it didn’t work too well, new things grew there instead. Same thing’s happening everywhere. Weird,
fleshy, fast growing plants. There’s a rumor they might be alien. I thought that was crazy. But then the masters

showed themselves. We didn’t know what to call them at first, but we’ve accepted our place. One went through

the New Brunswick Garden, once. A massive collection of eyes, mucus, organs, polyps, at least as best as I

can describe it. From what I’m saying, you probably can’t imagine something like that being a cohesive thing. A

living, intelligent, awful thing. It slid through the garden, indifferent towards our stares, then vanished, like it

entered a blind spot in my vision, disorienting me. Every night I see them, horrible dreams that everyone’s had

since day one, we see the universe die, matter itself being ripped apart, every particle accelerating away from

itself, we see them escape this, see the universe recondense, they find a world and sleep. We feel smothered,

no ones sleeps well anymore. Some think they’re trying to talk to us, at least a little, possible just as a joke.

One person put it to me this way. You sleep all fall and winter, then wake up, your yard is full of leaves. You’re

going to clean them up, bag them, recycle them. They’re ugly. Do you care if thousands of insects live in those

piles, thriving in the moist darkness? Are you removing the leaves out of maliciousness towards them?

The fleshy plants are colonial; they’re beginning to leave the gardens, sometimes choking out the local plants.

Some people are very worried. There’s a rumor that deep in the biggest gardens, where New York and Philly

were, strange cities are rising. Buildings going up overnight. Strange fortresses of ivory, curved,

nonsymmetrical, disturbing. Cold and monolithic. No one’s going near them. There was a glimmer of hope

once. A military radio in New Zealand. Somehow the whole island was untouched. A police department in

California found a big boat intact, sent it out. We waited for weeks with our fingers crossed. Maybe we could

escape, survive, and go back to the old life. Then the news came in, the boat had turned back in the mid

ocean, and had come home. Half the crew had committed suicide. You know how you recycle those leaves?

How would you recycle cement and steel? Melt it down, put it in the mother of all smelters, say the Earth’s

mantle. What about organic matter? Compost it. Let it rot, out of sight, out of mind, let little animals eat it and

crap it out so plants can be fertilized to feed more animals, the circle of life. In the middle of the pacific, for

hundreds of miles, float millions of bloated, blue bodies. Rotting away as millions of fish chow down. They

float there, slowly becoming waterlogged, wearing the same clothes they wore at the moment in question, the

split second that all the cities vanished, unimaginable technology separating organic from inorganic, dropping

millions in the middle of the sea to drown, die, and rot. While their buildings, cars, and machines melted away

almost instantly in the inferno of inner Earth, returning to the ground from which they were mined, the people

rot slowly, indifferent nature taking her course. The bodies sink to the sea bottom, nibbled at, becoming the

nutrient rich sludge that fuels bacteria and simple plants, added to the base of the food chain. Recycled in the

most efficient way possible.

Part Two

Tue, 17 Jul 2007 22:58:35 GMT

Drive off, roll the window back up. Hadn’t bothered trying my cell phone. I pull over and turn it on. No signal, no surprise.

I’m almost home when I decide to swing by the police station. Chances are

they know something. More people are on the roads now, it’s almost noon.

Surprising, very few cars at the police station, guess people haven’t gotten

curious yet. It’s starting to heat up, the walk from my car to the station

is eased by the shade of the old trees. A cop is standing at the door; my

outfit makes it pretty obvious I don’t belong here. A few lights are on

inside, I hear a generator humming somewhere.
“Go home, kid.”
“Officer, what’s going on?”
“Just go home, I honestly can’t tell you.”
“Has it been some kind of attack?”
“Leave.”

Never piss off a cop. It’s a simple rule to follow so I do as he says. The

birds chirp in the trees, a squirrel sitting on the sidewalk dashes up a

tree. A perfectly normal scene. Without my cell phone, without a TV, without

the internet, I’m sunk. Family’s out of town, which makes them now

unreachable. No way of getting the news. I wish I could check up on some

friends, but I don’t know most of their home numbers. I’ll drive to them

eventually. Or should I? I realize that without electricity getting gas

might become a problem. Are the cops expecting this to last a while? Are

they anticipating riots? Without refrigeration food’s gonna go bad fast.

It’ll rot in homes and on store shelves. People might start getting

desperate for nonperishables. Is the National Guard coming online? FEMA? Can

civilization collapse overnight? I’d heard of peak oil, global warming, but

that couldn’t cause this, could it? I sit in my car, roll down the windows,

it’s boiling inside. I stare out the windshield for a second. This is the

same lot I parked in for two years when I worked at the library, on

beautiful days just like this. But now things had an unsettling sense about

them, a surrealness, an undertone of gravity. Is this what 9/11 had felt

like? I had been rather young then and hadn’t really grasped the immensity

of that day. But then you still knew what was happening, this felt bigger. A

strange urge wells up inside you, and urge to know that deep down the world

is still ticking away, that although something is broken, you can pick up

the pieces and fix it. I start the engine, get on Ryders, head toward New

Brunswick. College town, Rutgers is there. The safety of big buildings,

civilization, surrounded by hundreds of human beings who must be up and

active now, in such a large crowd someone must know something. I’m a couple

miles away when I hit the gridlock. Maybe because the traffic lights are

dead? Maybe a bad accident on Route One, people must all be rushing to work,

now. Fuck waiting. I pull into a parking lot, and begin to walk towards the

city. The opposite lane is empty. Sirens in the distance grow louder as two

police SUVs speed back to the station, their tires covered in mud.

Part One

Tue, 17 Jul 2007 02:58:58 GMT

Part One of a story I've had brewing in my head the past few days.
(all three parts now double spaced to redue eye-rape)

I had overslept. A night of bad dreams and sweaty sheets, and now my alarm

hadn’t gone off. Fuck. My now open blinds revealed a beautiful summer

morning, early enough that the sun isn’t baking you, but high enough in the

sky to make the world look perfect. Ten thirty in the morning and my alarm

clock was dead. I climb out of bed and, as quickly as my groggy body could,

shuffled to the bathroom. Hit the switch. Power’s out. Fantastic, at least I

have an excuse. Hot water hisses out of the head. I jump in. Lather, rinse,

repeat. Dry, brush, deodorize, hurry up, you’re late. Boxers, black dress

pants, tucked work shirt, have to look good for the customers. No time for

breakfast. The neighborhood is no different; a lot of cars sit in their

driveways, though. Guess everyone lost their power, maybe coming in late

won’t be so bad. The Honda starts without a problem, and I speed off. Switch

from CD to AM, maybe the news has something. Every station is dead air,

that’s a bit spooky. I don’t remember any storms last night. My dreams were

weird, half remembered now, unnatural forms moving, writhing, speaking in

strange ways. However I never once woke up, the sleep was deep, but far from

restful. It had been hot; I know my AC was on. Maybe the grid blew, it’s

possible, but this must be a monumental scale, as I wasn’t getting stations

in New York, Philly, and everywhere in between. Terrorism? I’m not big on

yellow journalism, and I don’t like jumping to those kinds of conclusions,

but it’s another explanation. Very few people on the roads, most of them

don’t seem to be going anywhere specific, just driving, lost, confused,

weird. Am I still dreaming? No, I never dream this vivid, this real. The

parking lot is empty. I work on the floor of one of the big chain electronic

stores. TVs? Not my department. Computers? In the back, ma’am. You want a

DVD, a CD, a game? I’m your man. If you want to meet cute girls at work,

don’t bother. My manager’s sitting on his hood on the lone car in the lot. I

pull up, roll down my window.
“Power’s out, you’re the first one here, actually.”
“All the radio stations are dead, this is freaky.”
“Yeah, see you on your next shift?”
“Working Friday?”
“Yeah.”
“See ya then.”
Drive off, roll the window back up. Hadn’t bothered trying my cell phone. I

pull over and turn it on. No signal, no surprise.

Old Survey (Stolen, as always)

Tue, 12 Jun 2007 02:30:54 GMT

1. What bill do you hate paying the most?
Credit card payments that I still owe Mom, essentially still paying for books :(
Not to self, buying textbooks is for suckers

2. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner?
I wouldn't consider Alfonso's to be romantic (go ahead and disagree, Trish :p)

3. Last time you puked from drinking?
secret party couple weeks ago

4. When is the last time you got drunk and danced on a bar?
never, but guys don't dance on bars, except for "Stella"
("I'm not even wearing a bra!!!")

5. Name of your first grade teacher?
Mrs. Henney?

6. What do you really want to be doing right now?
prbly still chilling with Sam, but we were both tired

7. What did you want to be when you were growing up?
A Ghostbuster

8. How many colleges did you attend?
One

9. Why did you choose the shirt that you have on right now?
I look pretty good in simple dark shirts, IMO

10. Gas Price?
Going down, but more income would be nice around now.

11. If you could move anywhere and take someone with you?
dunno

12. First thought when the alarm went off this morning?
It didn't. First thought getting up: "Why didn't Dad get me up for work?"

13. Last thought before going to sleep last night?
no clue

14. Favorite style of underwear?
Thongssss

(preserved for comedy, actually, boxers)

15. Favorite style of underwear for the opposite sex?
no real preference, granny panties would be weird though

16. What errand/chore do you despise?
cleaning the basement

17. If you didn't have to work, would you volunteer?
Occassionally. I'm a lazy bitch

18. Get up early or sleep in?
Sleep in, see my previous self assessment

19. What is your favorite cartoon character?
hmmmmm, Clone Emperor, if he counts.

20. Favorite NON sexual thing to do at night with a girl/guy?
Cuddle (Dara's answer works)

21. Have you found real love yet?
bleh

22. When did you first start feeling old?
Don't feel that old, although all my memories blur together so my sense of time is all screwy.

23. Favorite 80's movie?
BERNIEUHHHHHHH.

Big Trouble in Little China

24. Your favorite lunch meat?
toss up between Salami and Roast Beef

25. What do you get every time you go into Walmart?
McDonald's dollar menu. I don't go to Walmart too often

26. Beach or lake?
Beach

27. Do you think marriage is an outdated ritual?
Not really, but I'm in no rush

28. How many people do you stalk on Facebook?
0, I'd bet

29. Favorite guilty pleasures?
obscene DVD collection

30. Favorite movies you wouldn't want anyone to find out about?
maybe "Contact"?

31. What's your drink?
Jack and Coke

32. Cowboys or Indians?
Robocop

33. Cops or Robbers?
Predator

34. Who from high school would you like to run into?
Steve Mo, or Pellicane

35. What radio station is your car radio tuned to right now?
usually just listen to an mp3 CD

36. Norm or Cliff?
I'd take both in the bedroom

37. The Cosby Show or the Simpsons?
Simpsons

39. Do you like the person who sits directly across from you at work?
huh?

40. If you could get away with it, who would you kill?
no one, I promise. Because I want...to fit...in.

41. What famous person(s) would you like to have dinner with?
Malcolm McDowell, or some sick fuck studio exec who would let me make a movie

42. What famous person would you like to sleep with?
hmmmmm, I think I'd bust a nut up in Martha Washington's fanny.

43. Have you ever had to use a fire extinguisher for its intended purpose?
nyet

44. Last book you read for real?
hmmmmm, Clockwork Orange?

45. Do you have a teddy bear?
nope

46. Strangest place you have ever brushed your teeth?
weird question

47. Somewhere in California you've never been and would like to go?
Never been to Northern CA, but I hear it's homocentral. I'm awful :p

48. Do you go to church?
not since Easter. Obi-Christ tried to convince today, though.

49. At this point in your life would you rather start a new career or a new relationship?
Careers are for chumps and cumswappers. Yes, I went there.

50. Just how OLD are you?
19

yes, another one

Thu, 22 Mar 2007 20:24:13 GMT

an hour and a half of free time

Wed, 21 Mar 2007 23:53:51 GMT

stolen survey

Fri, 16 Mar 2007 22:09:18 GMT

1. How old will you be in 10 months?
19

2. Do you think you'll be married by then?
nyet

3. What do you look forward to most in the next 3 months?
My birthday next week. school ending. not much else

4. Who was the last person you called?
Andrew

5. Who was the last person to call you?
Mommy

6. Do you prefer to call or text?
TEXT

7. Do you have any pets?
beagle

8. What were you doing at 12am last night?
chilling at the WIllies

9. Are your parents married/separated/divorced?
Married

10. When is the last time you saw your mom?
10 minutes ago

11. What happened at 11:00a.m.?
I was at work

12. How many states have you lived in?
1

13. How many cities/towns have you lived in?
1

14. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?
bare

15. Are you a social person?
I guess

16. What was the last thing you ate?
Baby bell

17. What is your favorite ice cream?
chocolate

18. What is your favorite dessert?
cookies and milk

20. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB & J sandwich?
Rasberry or Strawberry

21. Do you like coffee?
no

22. How many glasses of water a day do you drink on average?
one or two bottles

23. What do you drink in the morning?
Water

24. Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?
whatever

25. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?
depends where I am

26. Do you know how to play poker?
no

27. Do you like to cuddle?
whatever

28. Have you ever been to Canada?
yesh

29. Do you eat out more or at home?
eh, depends on what people are doing and what's in the house.

30. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?
yes. He's quite a charming fellow

32. Do you speak any other language.
no, I suck

33. Have you ever smoked?
nein

34. Have you ever been in an ambulance?
No

35. Do you prefer an ocean or a pool?
pool

36. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seat?
Window

37. Do you know how to drive a stick shift?
Nope

38. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?
gadgety stuff

39. Do you wear any jewelry 24/7?
no

40. What is your favorite TV show?
Arrested Development

41. Can you roll your tongue?
no

42. Who is the funniest person you know?
Me, obviously :p
Nah, it's Hutch.

43. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
haha, no.

44. What is the main ring tone on your phone?
Do you like Phill Collins? This is Sussido, a personal favorite.

45. Do you still have clothes from when you were little?
maybe somewhere idk

46. What is the color of your bedroom walls?
white

47. Do you shut off the water when you brush your teeth?
nah

48. Do you sleep with your closet doors opened or closed?
depends, doesn't really matter

49. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of killer bees?
49.5 Would you rather be dropped into a giant meat grinder or be mowed down by blind crips with AKs?

50. Do you flirt alot?
pffffh

Sun, 11 Feb 2007 22:01:28 GMT

Lucille: Because he’s your brother, and you run around with everyone else, going on bike rides, making cornholes. Everyone’s laughing and riding and cornholing except Buster.

Buster has unlimited juice. This party is going to be off. the hook!

w00t

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 23:57:39 GMT

Operation: Be a Good Boy has been a success

High Five!

Also, Ghostbusters III

alright

Sun, 28 Jan 2007 23:14:56 GMT

I'm gonna be a good boy this week.

Hold me to it

Wed, 24 Jan 2007 20:48:58 GMT

Things are pretty bad. For some reason that doesn't bother me right now. Maybe because they can't get much worse. But who am I to say? :p

<3 all around

Personality Survey thing

Thu, 09 Nov 2006 01:30:15 GMT

I wanted to write 1.5 pages for my FSP paper before my 9:00 floor metting but some BITCH :p had to post this thing, so here's my results:

The Slow Dancer
Deliberate Gentle Love Dreamer (DGLDm)

Steady, reliable, and cradling her tenderly. Take a deep breath, and let it out real easy...you are The Slow Dancer.

Your focus is love, not sex, and for your age, you have average experience. But you're a great, thoughtful guy, and your love life improves every year. There's also a powerful elimination process working in your favor: most Playboy types get stuck raising unwanted kids before you even begin settling down. The women left over will be hot and yours. Your ideal woman is someone intimate, intelligent, and very supportive.

Your exact opposite:
The Hornivore

Random Brutal Sex Master

While you're not exactly the life of the party, you do thrive in small groups of smart people. Your circle of friends is extra tight and it's HIGHLY likely they're just like you. You appreciate symmetry in relationships.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Battleaxe

CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor or The Sonnet

Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.

Lunch

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 21:11:52 GMT

A bit of a Fight Club-esque stream of consciousness I had today:

11:10, mechanical doors open for you, robot slaves, for the betterment of mankind. You look at the food, first meal of the day, after eleven breakfast is gone. You take a white plate, on a brown tray, on a pile of books. You get chicken tenders, herb pasta, one sausage, slathered in barbecue sauce. I've always wanted to use that word, slathered. 11:13, you have seven minutes to eat, tops. This is your life, ending one minute at a time. Sit down, no time to even touch the chicken, the sausage, good and made from God-knows-what, is in sharp contrast to the pasta, simple and clean, clear of the meat's moral baggage. 11:17, a meal in four minutes, there was a time when people would savor their food, converse with loved ones. Any meal you eat could be your last. At any time you could die, be stranded on a desert island, sent to a concentration camp. Do you prefer living on a filet magnon, shared with friends, or scarfing down a cheeseburger running to your next appointment? Left, right, left, right, protect your books from the rain, get to class. Hack, cough, wheeze, feel the sausage, pasta, and cranberry juice jostle in your stomach, making you a little sick. Walk past all the faces, get to class. 11:22, five minutes since your last meal, if you were to die right now, you'd vomit, you'd shit yourself. Everyone would know what you had to eat. YOu walk down the halls, look into offices, little waiting rooms, with secretaries and old magazines, National Geographics. Bureaucrats with appointments, datebooks, places to go, people to meet, always on the move. The illusion of importance. Time for class.

Attention

Fri, 29 Sep 2006 02:16:40 GMT

Disregard the previous. Then again these rapid emotional highs and lows can't be very healthy either. Ah well. ;)

yeah

Fri, 29 Sep 2006 02:13:56 GMT

I really put myself down alot, that can't be healthy. Oh, well doesn't matter anyway.

it's pretty fucking simple

Sun, 24 Sep 2006 02:34:03 GMT

All I wanted was to spend some time with my very close friends, watch a movie, and get drunk in an environment where I felt same, comfortable, and familiar. Instead it's more of the bullshit and run around. My life has sucked enough, I'm sick of dealing with this fucking stress around you people. It's a good thing I don't own a fucking gun.

Who are we?

Sun, 17 Sep 2006 05:34:24 GMT

A varied and strange day. Today I ate a cheeseburger. It was made of meat on a wheat bun. The meat is made of molecules and cells, no different than the cow it is made from. Yet the meat is not alive. The bun is made from wheat, a plant, which was alive. Now, as a bun, it is not. How many living things are we responsible for the death of? They are necessary, but is funny to think of, and I am reminded of Lem, pointing out that all life, in it's defiance of entropy, must feed on lower creatures to continue its existance. I am a man of no faith, not in God, not in science, not in love, not in reason, not in myself. Everything is flawed, nothing is perfect. We are the children of chance, the random result of millions of years of chemical processes, dead ends, and freak incidents. The stars, seemingly immortal and perfectly distant, burn ineffciently, and one day sputter out and die. Everything we create will always come to an end, often ruinous. Men and women who have put their ingenuity, their reason, and their grasp of the universe to good ends have gifted humanity with great gifts of science and technology, which idiots then abuse. Ultimately the stars are not for us, for we cannot tame ourselves, we are too fearful, too trapped in the past. I am not to judge, for I too am human, just another pariah on this driftwood planet, wondering where the line between life and death exists.

Insanity

Wed, 13 Sep 2006 16:41:06 GMT

lalalalalalalalalaI'mgoingcrazylalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala

Life

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 19:30:43 GMT

Why's it worth it? 10 reasons.

Ready

Set

Go.

Obscenely long survey

Fri, 01 Sep 2006 23:09:29 GMT

A 200 Question Fun Survey 4 Myspace (All The Bzoink Surveys Put Together)
Full Name:: Eric Larsen
Birthday:: 3/21/1988
Birthplace:: New Brunswick
Eye Color:: Blue
Hair Color:: dirty blonde
Height:: 5'3"
Weight:: 195
Right handed or Left handed?: Right
Your Heritage:: Irish/English/some other stuff?
My Worst Habit:: trying too hard
Zodiac Sign:: Aries
Shoe Size:: 12.5w?
Pants Size:: no idea
Innie or Outie?: Innie
Parents Still Together?: Yep
The Shoes You Wore Today:: Flipflops and sneakers
Your Weakness:: Not sticking up for myself sometimes
Your Fears:: loneliness
Your Perfect Pizza:: Lots of cheese and pepperoni
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:: find someone special (Odds are slim)
Your Most Overused Phrase On An Instant Messenger: "lol" and "cool"
Thoughts First Waking Up:: AHHHHH WAKE UP!
Your Best Physical Feature:: no idea
Your Bedtime:: Usually before midnight
Your Most Missed Memory:: The Three Banditos
MY FAVORITES
Favorite color?: blues
Food?: anything cheesy, or pasta
Sport?: I suck
Animal?: whales
Ice Cream?: chocolate chip mint
Candy?: Take 5
Store?: Gamestop
Salad Dressing?: Balsamic Vinigarette
Actor?: Ed Norton?
Song?: anything catchy or very relaxing
Letter?: no idea
Number?: 7
Gum?: not big on gum
Holiday?: Xmas
Season?: Late Summer/Early fall, unless the weather is shitty
Toothpaste Flavor?: mint
Radio Station?: 96.3
Perfume?: uh, I'm a dude?
Scent besides perfume?: Rain
Body part on the opposite sex?: kidneys. :p Hair and face
FRIENDS AND LIFE
What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?: something involving space
How Do You Want To Die?: quick
Turn ons:: smart, pretty, funny
Turn offs:: stupid, bitchy
Which One Of Your Friends Acts The Most Like You?: Ben
Who's The Loudest?: Andrew?
Who Makes You Laugh The Most?: Ben?
Who Have You Known The Longest?: Ben
Who's The Shyist?: Stacey
When Have You Cried The Most?: My 17th birthday, which was awful, long story
What Is The Best Feeling In The World?: companionship
Worst Feeling?: feeling isolated
Where Do You Want To Live When You Grow Up?: maybe the southwest? I'd have to go there first
If You Could Change One Thing About You What Would It Be?: dunno
How Long Do You Think You'll Live?: 70's? 80's? does it really matter?
HAVE YOU EVER
Been In Love?: yeah I guess
Been To Juvie?: No
Mooned Someone?: No
Been Rejected?: yes
Ran Away From Home?: no
Pictured Your Crush Naked?: no
Skipped School?: yes
Thought About Suicide?: yes
Slept Outside?: yeah I think
Laughed So Hard You Cried?: yes
Cried In School?: maybe elementary?
Thrown Up In School?: elementary?
Wanted To Be a Model?: no
Cheated On Someone?: no, never
Done Something Really Stupid That You Still Laugh At Today?: yes
Seen A Dead Body?: yes, at a funeral
Been Bitched Out?: yes
Drank Alcohol?: Yes
Smoked?: No
Been On Drugs?: No
Eaten Sushi?: yes
Been On Stage?: Yes
Gone Skinny Dipping?: No
Shoplifted?: Yes
Been Drunk?: yes
Been Called A Tease?: No
Been Beaten Up?: No
DO YOU
Swear?: kinda often
Sing Well?: I would like to think so, but prbly not
Shower Daily?: I would hope so
Want To Go To College?: nah, college is for chumps. :p
Want To Get Married?: eventually
Believe In Yourself?: at the moment, not at all
Get Motion Sickness?: not easily
Think You Are Attractive?: No
Get Along With Your Parents?: mostly
Like Thunderstorms?: depends
Play An Instrument?: yup
Own An IPOD?: nope
Pray?: nyet
Go To Church?: nein
Sleep With Stuffed Animals?: negative
Keep A Journal/Diary?: no
Dance In The Rain?: no
Sing In The Shower?: no
THIS OR THAT
Pepsi or Coke?: Coke
McDonald's or Burger King?: BK
Single or Group Dates?: single
Chocolate or Vanilla?: Chocolate
Strawberries or Blueberries?: Strawberries
Meat or Veggies?: meat
TV or Movie?: Movie
Guitar or Drums?: Guitar
Adidas or Nike?: don't care
Chinese or Mexican?: mexican
Cheerios or Corn Flakes?: cheerios
Cake or Pie?: pie
MTV or VH1?: neither
Blind or Deaf?: deaf
Boxers or Briefs?: boxers
CAN YOU
Do The Splits?: no
Write With Both Hands?: No
Whistle?: no
Blow A Bubble?: no
Roll Your Tongue In A Circle?: no
Cross Your Eyes?: no
Walk With Your Toes Curled?: no
Touch Your Tongue to Your Nose?: no
Dance?: No
Eat Whatever You Want And Not Worry?: usually
WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON
You Touched:: idk
You Talked To On The Phone:: mom
You Instant Messaged:: sister
You Hugged:: Nicole
You Yelled At:: no idea
You Played A Sport With:: no idea
WHAT'S THE LAST
Time You Laughed?: maybe a little while ago?
Time You Cried?: dunno, been close lately though
Movie You Watched?: some of Fight Club?
Flavor Of Gum You Chewed?: no clue
Joke You Told?: no idea
Song You've Sung?: Still by Geto boys?
RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT
Where Are You?: at my desk
What Can You See Out Your Window?: Travers, a tree.
Are You Listening To Music?: yeah, Alien soundtrack
What Are You Wearing?: jeans and a shirt
What's On Your Mousepad?: it's a black circle with a wrist pillow
BELIEFS
Do you believe there is life on other planets?: Yes
Do you believe in miracles?: not really
Magic?: nope
Love at first sight?: no idea. leaning toward a general no
God?: yeah, but not in the sense that organized religions do
Satan?: not at all
Ghosts?: nope
Santa?: am I 5?
Evolution?: yes
IN A GIRL...
Fav Eye Color:: w/e
Fav Hair Color:: dark
Short or Long Hair:: like shoulder length? can be longer or shorter
Height:: w/e
Weight:: not too thin, not gigantic
Best Clothing Style:: w/e
RANDOM
What Country Would You Most Like To Visit?: no idea
Number Of CD's I Own:: not too many
Your Good Luck Charm:: that dollar coin in my car, but ultimately it seems to have failed
How many pillows do you sleep with?: 2
Do you drink milk?: Yes
Person You Hate Most:: I don't hate anyone, there are a couple people I'd rather never see or talk to again, but I don't wish harm on them.
Most Outdated Phrase:: adios?
Do you think God has a gender?: well genders only exist for reproduction. God has no reason to reproduce
Where do you think we go when we die?: to wander the universe in peace
How many rings until you answer the phone?: whenever I can get to it
What is something scientists need to invent?: cheap space travel
Are you a health freak?: not really
Are you a virgin?: yes
If you could travel into space, where would you go?: The moon, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn. Another star system.
What is the worst weather?: blah weather like these days
Did you play with Barbies as a child?: No
How many grades have you failed?: None