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This is a "hey, I'm still kickin' " post. So hey, I'm still kickin'. I'm at home, and I've got nothing to post right now, but I'll figure something out later. I will. Honest. For now, have a good holiday, all.

ARRRRRGH
I can't write. I'm back at the level where I read whatever I wrote and have the pressing desire to destroy it.

and if this isn't a sin deriving pleasure and pain from pain and pleasure i don't want to be here anymore
with dew glistening on my shoulders longing for things lost that were never had to begin with.
its mourningtime and if i had ever awakened i would have gone to sleep hours ago to live now.
its naughttime and if i could write the wrongs i wouldn't have had to set upon my world
and pull the sheets over the day. i could have let the shadows be spied and illy luminated
then cast down and out but it's light inside the walls and dark inside these walls
and to shoot out the light for shades to match all i've got are triggers and a pointed tongue
for its actions speak louder than words will ever pierce.

Sorry about the lack of updates, but I've got nothing to report. I'm kicking around Orlando/St. Pete getting ready for Christmas and paying bills. Adios.

i wish i was home/ward/bound

Well, I'm back in St. Pete for right now...got my grades. Not exactly spectacular, and I will be taking organic chem again, since an F isn't considered passing. Oh well.

Not much going on. Possibly going on a car search tomorrow. Oh yeah, and the guestnovel is back up.

That's the short update of my life. Yep. Hope you enjoyed it.

Oh yeah, and I leave you with a quote:
"You want to be a writer? You don't have anything to write about. You're not oppressed and you're not gay." - Jon Lithgow, in some soon-to-be-released movie.

5 down, 2 to go!

Apocalypse (for) Now! has been updated. We're up to number 5 now courtesy of blue girl.

In other non-Apocalyptic news...

Today was my chem final. It was 12 pages. I arrived an hour late for it. And that still made no impact on my success. If that gives you any idea of how I did.

Today was also a day for Brandon's car to toy with him once more. The autoshop calls and says "the battery won't hold a charge." Odd, I say, as the battery is a week old. However, I take their word, go pick up my battery, and take it to the nearest Interstate dealer to be exchanged. What happens at Interstate? The battery checks out fine. Back to the shop I go! The mechanic there was unimpressed with my tale of how the battery checked fine at Interstate, and he sets about to prove Interstate wrong! He gets out his voltage meter, goes to my car and...the battery shows up fine. He checks it again. Still fine. The shop keeps the car for several more hours, and can't figure out what happened, and they never could.

So I've got the Talon back, seems to be running fine....for now.

In the words of Homer Simpson (and these are truly words to live by at times):

"Eh, what're you gonna do?"

And in an interesting coincidence, I loaded my webpage to check and make sure my last post looked ok....and this is what the Random Surrealism Generator had to say to me:

About this time of night, I like to place whoopie-cushions beneath Marilyn Manson.

Once again, I'm not kidding. And now I'm really, really afraid.

You, Marilyn Manson, and what goth army?

I just saw the Marilyn Manson video for his cover of Tainted Love...off of the Not Another Teen Movie soundtrack. In this video he descends upon a stereotypical high school/college party in a big old black Lincoln with suicide doors (and hydraulics), complete with his own private goth army. They then proceed to invade the party and conquer it. I'm not kidding. Really. You have no idea how much I wish I was.

And I really should be studying for organic chem, as I have the lowest D in the class right now. But I really don't see a point in it. And besides, I'm still too disturbed by that Manson video to focus on anything.

Right.

Truly lost, and probably confounded

Someone came into this site after it turned up on an altavista search for "the aquabats", which I consider to be very impressive, considering "aquabats" is nowhere in my code or on my site. Although I will say, The Aquabats are a great, fun ska band.

man v. machine

My car hates me. That doesn't bother me that much. What really bothers me is that my car hates me, and therefore, decides to make me look like a moron. Not just severely inconvenience me, but make me look like I have the IQ of a mentally deficient lichen.

As I'm pulling into a restaurant parking spot, my car stalls. I restart it, no problem. It runs fine for about 30 seconds, so I'm thinking "Hey, its all good, must be a fluke." So then I, being the oblivious individual that I am, go and consume my food with much relish (not the condiment. I hate pickles.). I return to my car, turn the key and...
AND...
Nothing. The U.S. - Canadian border had more going on than my car. So I pop the hood, inspect the engine, and after a bit I notice the fuse for the alternator is blown. "Eh, oh well, things happen," the mentally deficient lichen says to himself. I call AAA, and have a tow truck sent. After an hour it gets there...I didn't mind the wait, I had a friend with me. So "Irish Mike's Towing" arrives.... The first thing the master of towing / Guinness Draught asks me is "Did you try to jump it?" At which point I tell him no. He seemed to regard me as a moron, even after I told him a)the battery is not even a week old b)the car cranked right up before c)the lights weren't dim at all. Undeterred by a logical response, he says "pop the hood, I'll get my flashlight." At what point did towtruck drivers decide they were mechanics? All I want out of this guy is to TOW MY FREAKING CAR. It was not meant to be. He spots some corrosion on my posts, and says that's my problem. He refuses to even acknowledge the fact my alternator fuse is blown. Its corrosion on the posts. Who knew corrosion on the posts can cause a car to simply stop working. Right. So then Mr. Fix-It says "go ahead and try to start it" at which point I, being the self-vindicating smug bastard that I am, think to myself "fine, now he'll see that it won't start and he'll just TOW MY DAMN CAR." WRONG!
I turn the key and the car starts right up. No problem (and no, he didn't scrape off the malevolent, cancer causing, ozone-hole creating, national deficit-inducing corrosion).
Irish Mike the Content then hops in his truck and zooms off, as his work is done.
So I drive my car to an autoshop and had a friend pick me up, where it sits, waiting to be fixed.

Thank you, Talon, for that wonderful lesson in humility.

I hope you are successfully repaired.

So that I can sell you for more money.

Oh yeah, and in case you're saying "Why don't you just replace the fuse?"...something had to cause the fuse to blow.

Big Brother is watching you.

Nah. That's just my spiffy new counter at the bottom. Do not fear it, it is good. It nurses my ego.

This is from my stupid-quote-a-day calendar...but I don't think its that stupid, and I really like it.

"Didn't you hear me keeping still?" - Samuel Goldwyn

I'm in a really good mood for no good reason whatsoever.

Satan Ate My Lunch - "where art goes when it dies". You should check it out, it'll make you smile.

I think I'll call this site "where logic goes when it dies."

Today I took 3 finals.
1)American Nat'l Gov't Honors...I think I got an A or B on it....good enough for me. But my teacher borrowed my Monty Python Sings! cd and hasn't returned it! Argh!
2)Immunology...I just hope I got above a 70 on it so I pulled off a C in the class. That's all there is to it.
3)Statistics...I thought I'd do well, panicked halfway through the test, then recovered well enough to answer the questions. I think.

On a side note to the immunology exam, someone wrote 3 sets of music lyrics...one of those was Lennon's "Imagine" and another was The Wonder Years theme...and yes, this was all in the same handwriting, and it was about 10 lines of lyrics written per song. There was another set written that I didn't recognize that started off with the line "No one I know is in my tree." If anyone out there knows what that's from I'd appreciate you keeping my person informed. Word.

Also, today I scribbled in my little green book. First time that's happened in over a month. Not a poem yet, but soon...maybe...

And also in my book I saw a quote I meant to put up here awhile ago, simply because the world would be a better place if we all knew it.

"They were booing us! We give the world Baywatch, O-town, the Croissanwich and they boo? Just wait 'til I send Tito Jackson over there!
- Jon Stewart on The Daily Show about the booing of a U.S. rep. at the Kyoto Treaty summit.

That is all (for now).

A few quick things:

1)Super Smash Brothers Melee: It is this game which will doom me to bad grades during...
2)Finals! Yes, finals are here...I'm off to my first one (Am. Nat'l Gov't) in a few minutes. Yay.
3)I have the lowest D in my organic chem class, the class impervious to studying. Here's to hoping I can get an incomplete and retaking the class. Yay. This fact also messes up a large portion of my schedule for next semester. The sheer joy of it all.