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Name: Joe
Location: New York, United States
Birthday: 10/16/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Food, Gundams and other giant robots of mass destruction, other anime/manga, hanging out with my friends, playing Video Games, hurting my little brother(working on killing him still), sleeping, drawing, Photoshop, listening to rock, metal, and techno as well as loads of other stuff
Expertise: Anime, Manga, and general Otakuness, Classic Rock, Techno, Cigars, Video Games, Lifeguarding, and the art of Bullshitting one's way through a paper
Occupation: Student by day, Lifeguard by n
Industry: Education/Research/Emergancy M
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AIM:  Androidred0100
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Yahoo:  androidred0100
Member Since:
12/3/2003
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| HA BITCHES, IM BACK! heh, said i was gonna be gone three months now its
been over a year! god damn the shit thats gone down since then. crew
season, school ending, working as a stat lifeguard, my senior year
starting up, getting my licence, searching for collage, crashing my
mom's car, getting in to collage, fucking shattering my personal
records at sections, crew boats being vandalized, getting new boats,
kicking ass and takeing names out on the hudson, well, before our
fucking shitty ass equipment craps out on us, sports awards ceremonies,
and finaly graduation is in a week and lifeguarding starts up soon
after that.
normally i'd love to relive it all as i go into more detail about
all of it, but thats really not why im writeing this. the reason i've
come back to this forsaken shit hole waste of webhosting u people call
a webpage is because i hae a story, or at least the intro to my
character in a story that we've been working on. now when i say we i
mean my friends Tom, Dirk, Allison and I have decided to work
collaboratively on a story for no other reason than because we would be
bored otherwise (at least that's my reasoning). now what working
collaboratively, in this instance, means that we each create our own
character with his own unique set of strengths, values and flaws,
introduce him or her to each other's characters and have them all work
towards a common goal. now what that goal is we havent fleshed out yet,
but we have each come up with a decent description and background for
our characters and as stated above, im writeing to share my initial
concepts with whoever i decide to show this page too. if u'r currently
reading this now, feel lucky, no privlaged and honored to have glimpsed
into the results of the early stages of my creative proccess.
that being said, what u are about to read is just that: in its early
stages of the creative proccess. it is by no means the final product
and i have every intention of going back and rewording things to make
it flow better once i have an idea of the plot that we're going to
eventually establish. but what i have below is a fairly decent intor to
the mind of my character and the world in which he lives in. enjoy, or
else.
“DAMNIT!” he said as he slammed his fists against
the tabletop, sending various tools flying on impact. His shaggy light
brown hair fell into deep brown eyes as his unshaven face contorted in
a sweaty rage and sadness. How could they do this to me, ME? he
thought. He slowly dragged his arm across the surface, bumping into a
few random pieces of crap along the way until his hand came to rest on
a half empty bottle of sake. He quickly drew it to his lips and downed
the rest of its contents into his gut. He wiped the dribble from his
mouth on his sleeve and grimaced at the empty bottle. He threw it at
the wall, shattering it with fury.
He stood there all hunched over as if the burden of a great loss
weighed him down and panted as if he used the remained of his energy to
lob the bottle to its doom. After all that I’ve done for them, THIS is
how the thank me? He wearily looked around his disheveled laboratory,
half-finished inventions lying on their sides and formulas and
equations haphazardly strewn about. He took in this sight and realized
how futile it had all been. All his work, all his progress were all for
naught. The Reaper Advocate, for whom he was previously employed, had,
effective immediately, cut the scientist’s funding to a mere fraction
of what it had been before. But that was not the real reason why he was
so upset. He knew how the organization worked and it brought him little
comfort to know that the only reason he was still alive after gleaning
incite to the true nature of the beast was because he was to valuable
to “disappear” as did the rest who defied them. But at this point, deal
would be welcome to him because in his mind, it was better to be dead
than a pawn, no a slave to the Advocate. That thought sickened him more
than anything else in the world.
As his eyes drunkenly made their way over the
debris, which he caused in his rage, they came to rest on a tattered
poster on the far dimly wall to his south. It detailed the flow of chi,
the life force that supposedly bound the universe together according to
legend, throughout the human body. It contained notes and diagrams of
the vital channels and pathways that the chi took through the body as
it ebbed and flowed into the every essence of one’s being. He knew for
a fact that it was extremely accurate as he had drawn it himself using
years of research. He gave a heavy sigh and a slight smile as he walked
up to it, put on hand over it and caressed it with care. Again, his
anger flared as his hand became a fist and he pounded the wall through
the poster. A solitary tear ran down his face mixing with the sweat and
hate that oozed from his face until it disappeared into his stubble.
As he hung his head in shame and shook it from side
to side in despair another sight caught his attention. Out of the
corner of his eye, he noticed the poster just next to the one with the
chi. His solemn expression hardened into firm disgust. This poster
outlined the theoretical conversion of chi into raw, useable energy as
well as the process and machinery in which it would require. Though
most of it was conjecture, if it worked the way it was supposed to, it
could lead to massive leaps in technology and possibly even human
evolution. However, if harnessed improperly, it could lead to
large-scale deaths of unethical proportions. Of all the abominations he
had created, this was the most potentially dangerous in the hands of
the wrong people, the kind of people that paid him to develop such
theories.
Just as he thought that his depression couldn’t get
any worse, it struck him. If he bent the rules and was extremely exact
there was a slim chance that it would succeed. They were planning a
similar procedure anyway, what should it matter if the test subject is
different? He had all the tools required, all the necessary materials,
and all the time in the world. Since his telling off, the Advocate had
all but forsaken him even if they did still need him. They figured that
since they broke him he would slink back into his lab and do what they
say no matter what. They were wrong and he had the perfect plan to get
back at them. He quickly assembled a slew of odd tools and parts, most
of which looked like the belonged more in an autobody than at a
research and development laboratory. He positioned a large lamp above
his workspace, set down a surgeon’s tool kit and spread a towel over
the area so as to catch any stray liquids. He reached over to a gas
tank and paused for a second. Is this really what I want? he asked
himself as the implications of what he was about to attempt finally set
in. he thought back, not only of his years with the Advocate but of his
entire life. It only hardened his resolve.
He turned the gas on, put the mask over his face and
inhaled deeply. His entire body felt numb for a second as the vapors
took effect and almost instantly felt acutely aware of all that was
around him. The nerve gas worked perfectly as all pain and intoxication
drained from his system and allowed his other senses to expand. He knew
the gas wouldn’t last for more than a few hours so he quickly got to
work. He laid his left arm down on the towel, picked up a scalpel and
drew it down the length of his forearm, blood splattering slightly onto
his pristine white lab coat before clotting from the gas’s influence.
He only winced once, not from the pain, he couldn’t feel that any more
anyway, but from the sight of his own flesh being massacred. The
thought of self-mutilation had always made him a bit queasy, but he
assured himself that this was for the best.
As he worked at a feverish pace, thought of
everything in his life that led up to this one point in time. It was a
lifetime of achievement and misery. He was born the eldest of five and
from a young age defined himself as a scholar and an athlete. He
graduated from high school as valedictorian, MVP two years in a row on
the wrestling team, president of the student government, member of the
National Science and Technology Honor Societies and all of it achieved
before the age of twelve. During that time his “peers” ostracized him
because of his age and “immaturity” and his teachers valued him only
for his intellect. He joined the wrestling team as an attempt to learn
self defense as he was surrounded by people twice his size every day
and quickly mastered the arts skillfully. The only reason he was voted
into office as president was because he rigged the votes. Everyone
knows that school elections are merely a popularity contest but there
was no way he was going to be beaten by his bubbly blonde haired
“competition” that had more STDs than a New York City hooker. But it
was all in an attempt to preserve himself from the dangers of being a
kid in high school. Before he got away with it, he was bullied and
picked on, even after he began wiping the floor with them with his new
found grappling techniques, but he knew that if he was in a position of
power and influence, they wouldn’t dare assault him any more. It
worked, but the fact that he had to rig the election to accomplish it
never really settled right, even if getting away with it fueled his
fragile ego a bit.
Collage wasn’t all that much better. While everyone around him was
getting smashed, he was struggling through puberty like a middle
schooler. Of course, they were more tolerant of him than those in high
school and often gave him some booze out of pity but that didn’t help
when he couldn’t hold his liquor down. Besides what he really needed,
or at least what his ever-changing hormones told him he needed, was
love, and nobody in college could help him there.
He quickly delved deep into what had gotten him there in the first
place, his studies and his sci-fi. Oh, how he loved science fiction. In
his early days he would spend hours upon days reading novels and comic
books and when he discovered the wonders of the east manga and watching
movies and anime. Giant robots, androids and space cruisers were all
that filled every spare moment he could find. He could say without a
shadow of a doubt that the reason he went on to do the things that he’s
famous, or infamous depending on your point of view, was because of
science fiction and the worlds and technology that they depicted. What
really made him decide to go into his line of work was a single comic
book character: Dr. Ivo’s android, Amazo. It was a nanotech robot that
could steal the power’s of any superhero that crossed its path, which
allowed it to evolve into a more perfect unit. It was this notion that
spurred him along through the years so that he could say, “Hey, look
what I made.” Though his goals have changed over the years, that was,
is, and shall forever remain the original reason he chose this path
that lays before him.
By the time he could drive he graduated collage with a bachelor’s of
science in robotics and nanotech. By the time he could vote he had
completed his doctorate and had moved on into medicine and the human
body in an attempt to fuse the two together. Soon after that, the
Reaper Advocate came to him and promised funding for his research so
long as they received access to all of his findings. Due to the
blinding ignorance of his youth and staggering amounts of money they
offered him at the time, he accepted without a second thought, despite
advisement against it. He quickly made huge breakthroughs in the
development of his theories, but theories weren’t enough for the
Advocate. As his research continued, he decided to dig up some dirt on
the Advocate itself to find out just what his efforts were fueling.
What he found shocked and appalled him to the point where he considered
throwing it all away and committing suicide, but he couldn’t bring
himself to end his pathetic life. When the Advocate found out that he
learned the truth they severely limited his activities and turned him
into the slave he now was.
By the time he finished his trip down memory lane, five hours had
passed and the procedure was complete. He tightened the last screw,
shut the compartment closed and flipped a few switches. All that was
left to do was to take one last hit of the nerve gas to be safe and
turn himself on. He inhaled a quick mouthful of the fumes and plugged
an extension cord into the wall on the top plug. “Well, here goes
nothing.” He clamped his eyes shut tightly, grit his teeth together and
flipped the light switch on, sending current to the lights and all the
power outlets in the room. As the lights came on and illuminated the
room the sound of a computer booting up filled the stagnant air with an
almost musical hum.
He cautiously opened his eyes and properly looked over his handiwork in
a mirror. At first nothing seemed to look out of place save the massive
amounts of stitches that bound his new technology within himself. His
hair was the same unusual shoulder length and hue of brownish-blonde it
had always been, dark at the roots gradually getting lighter as it
reached a near bleached white tips, though it was all natural. His
rigid face was just as exhausted and scruffy as before. Though he was
still young, times had not been kind to him and his boyish charm was
masked by years of stress that he shouldn’t have endured till he hit
his mid life crisis, but it was still there. He remained just as lean
and muscular as he had since wrestling ended in high school and Aikido
took its place in collage. Though a bit bloodied up from the operation,
his skin still emanated that bronzed glow that it had since birth. All
was as it should have been considering what he just put his body
through, if not, than better. He felt great but tired and he knew it
wasn’t just the gas.
As he admired himself the stitches slowly began to unravel themselves.
Rather than work himself into a panicked frenzy to try to stop it, he
merely watched calmly as the events carried on. To his amazement, his
body was actually healing itself and expelling the foreign objects as
his new machinery was programmed. Amazing, absolutely amazing! The
process has already started! I can’t believe how easy it is to
manipulate my chi! Not only did it eliminate the strange sinews that
bound his flesh in place but his body also began to mend the numerous
scars that he had managed to accumulate over the years.
Each scar was a memory and a permanent reminder of each and every one
and he watched as they all faded away. One on his arm had finished and
he remembered the time he fell off his bike after hitting a squirrel.
One on his leg vanished and he relived the time he went camping with
his dad and slipped on that wet rock. Then one on his abdomen
disappeared. My appendix… he quickly clutched his side as a sharp pain
jabbed through where his scar used to be. Then he grabbed his ribs and
his wrist. Just as quickly as the pain appeared it vanished without a
trace. For a second he was confused as to what was going on within his
body and then he realized what was happening. His appendix, which was
removed when he was 7, had regrown itself and his ribs and wrist, which
he broke when he fell out of a tree when he was 10, had properly set
themselves. His body was slowly restoring itself to the way his genetic
code had originally designed with the help of its new mechanical
implants. It was as if his body had been given a second chance, as if
it had taken an eraser and wiped its slate clean. He was reborn. He
grinned maliciously and said “Project S.E.T.H. complete.”
2
Project S.E.T.H. or Synthetically Enhanced Tera-Human was a project
that had been in the theoretical development stages for the past five
years. It was intended to be used as a medical treatment for amputees
to give them a second chance at normal life with all their limbs in
tact. The process, in essence, involved grafting a mechanical limb onto
a person’s body, connecting each nerve to it to control it and powering
it using the person’s chi. For the past five years, that’s what he
thought he was working towards and for five years the Reaper Advocate
had taken his research, warping it to their own needs with the
inevitable intent of using it to create a new breed of weapons of mass
destruction; bio-weapons: combat cyborgs for use at their own disposal.
With these new brainwashed monstrosities at their command nearly
nothing could stand in the way of their goals, whatever they may be.
The “Tera” in the acronym once stood for Earth, the source of all chi
for humans, but now the “T” stands for “Terror”.
With his rebirth, he shed all of the shackles of his former life. He
had no friends, so no loss there. His family would have disowned him
anyway if they ever found out what he had done. With his new found
regenerative abilities, the effects of time and age, possibly even
mortality, no longer bound him to his previous state of existence. More
importantly he now had the power to break free from the bonds of his
enslavement to the Advocate. With this knowledge he realized that to
continue to go on using his old name, a name tainted with the
possibility of causing unspeakable atrocities upon mankind, he
abandoned it and took up a new name. He now became Seth, in honor of
what he originally intended Project S.E.T.H. to be. Perhaps once he has
rectified his mistakes he might take up his old existence, but deep
down it mattered not to think about it now. Calling himself Seth seemed
like the logical thing, even if it has a few problems. Kind of lame
considering the names of androids I’ve grown up with, but come on, who
would take a guy with a ridiculous name like Amazo or Hourman
seriously? At least Seth sounds normal. People will just think I’m
Jewish. God knows I got a big enough nose for it. And he was right, his
Italian heritage had graced his face with a rather distinct nose.
He quickly ran a few tests on himself in the quiet solitude of his
abandoned laboratory to make sure the software and hardware meshed with
his personal chi properly and to find the full extent of his new body.
To his surprise, it would have given the man of steel himself a run for
his money. “One final test…” He took a USB cable from underneath his
desk and plugged one end into his desktop and the other behind his
neck. Without touching the computer once, he powered it up, logged on
and accessed the Internet. A wide toothy grin spread from ear to
cybernetic ear as he began to download a wealth of information into his
new synthetically enhanced brain.
After spending a few minutes emerged in the constant flow of
information he closed out of the Internet and came to two conclusions.
The first was that while his progress was far better than he could have
dreamed, there is still limitless untapped potential for him and his
new body, even if it meant becoming that which he wants to save others
from. The second was that he needed a wireless connection, but that
could wait for now. As much as he would have liked to focus on both
topics for hours on end he knew that the more time he wasted the more
time the Advocate had to begin their sinister plans. He refocused on
the computer and opened up every file that ever had to do with Project
S.E.T.H. in the Advocate’s archives and proceeded to delete them after
copying them to his new internal hard drive. While he already knew all
that they contained he felt it safe to have them on hand at any time.
He also realized that the Advocate was not dumb enough to let those be
their only copies of the data, but for now his will do. Though it was
late at night, or early in the morning, he couldn’t tell even if he did
have a built in chronometer now, he was sure that someone would notice
the missing files soon enough and that meant that he had to hurry along
with his plan. He shut down his system and torched his laboratory. He
made sure not to leave any scraps of his former life, and mistakes,
behind. He then proceeded to make his way through the complex labyrinth
that is the Reaper Advocate’s headquarters to a high security prison in
one of the basements. From the records he reviewed prior to his log
off, it was said that an extremely dangerous specimen lay behind those
guarded doors.
as stated before, theres alot i want to change and hopefully itll make
it better, ill post back latter with the updates if i remember...
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| welp i know its been a while so ill try to make this breif, september
ended w/ the normal disapointment, namely that school had started up
again and life began its normal boreing routine, again.....october, my
b-day on the 16th turned 16 yay! was planing on geting my permit that
day, but it happened to be a saturday so the DMV was packed so we said
f-it, besides i had the P.S.A.T.s that morning anyways. the rest of
theday was boreing and uneventfull as usual.what a way to spend my
16th, takeing a dumb test that doesnt count for shit, nd then loungeing
around the house all day watching TV. pehh, w/e. next
eventfull thing that happened to me was halloween, my faveorite
holliday.its the only time of the year when u get to play dres up and
pretend to be someone ur not....well, unless ur a prep, they do it all
the time, damn two-faced slimeballs...but i digrese. halloween was fun.
went over to tom's hose and hung out i was a "deamon slayer" as i put
it (total BS, i just liked the shirt) tom was a vampire, lou was
scarface, lizzo was a ninja (and a very bad one at that too, i coulda
kicked his ass in a sec.), shana was a preppy/punk-type-thingy...idk
how to put it, w/e it was months ago anyways so i have an
excuse....nancy was a gothic catgiirl suposedly, uuuuh alex was
just.....alex, jim was a special forces agent for the military, and i
think thats everyone that was there, i think. anyways we had a great
time even though tom said that we were gonna get a ton of candy and we
didnt. w/e at least i made some cash off it. there was this one house
where the old ppl who lived there didnt have candy so they made us sing
the national anthem for money, they gave us a $50 and made us promise
to split it up 10 ways cause there was 10 of us, cant remember all 10
of the ppl who were there tho, w/e. anyways they handed the 50 to me
and i told everyone that i'd break it and give them the 5s in the
morning at school the next day but i lied. i never gave them the money,
i dont intend to either, hell back in like december i spent it on anime
so now i CANT give it to them.also an intresting story, right before
everyone left to go home for the night, alex toung raped tom and shana,
use ur imagination on that one. anyways that about raps up
october w/ a bang. november, swim starts, fun. lizzo joined the
team, which surprised me, but hey who cars, turns out hes actually
quite talented, actually just yesterday he almost qualified for
sections, but im getting ahead of myself. november, november, november,
right, we started 2 weeks earlier than last year so we had some extra
time to get back in shape, and god what a nausiateing 2 weeks they
were. its always the first 2 weeks that r the hardest cause ur lazy and
out of shape and u suck, so going to practice sux, but its all up hill
from there. midway done w/ the month alex has her "sweet 16" i put that
in quotes cause there was nothing "sweet" about it......wait no i take
that bake, yes there was something sweet about it...actually someone
that was sweat...actually make that someoneS, plural, make that 2,
there were 2 gay guys at her party, one of which dressed up in alex's
(a girl's) clothes. granted alex genteraly wears men's clotheing but
the fact that she let a guy not only go thu but wear her
wardrobe..bothers me, to say the least, but w/e aside from that they
didnt do anything gay except for play DDRExtream and we all playd that.
and that was about it for november. december rolls around and man was
that a boreing month, u know untill x-mas break came around. the day
before break started all my friends and i exchanged gifts, this,
naturally was my chance to lie to everyone about spending the $5 i owed
them all from halloween. i gave everyone a cigar box(which i had many
of) full of chocolate(which again i had pleanty of, seeing as i get a
20 pound box of cholcolate chips every holiday season for no aparent
reason, but ho cares) and claimed that my mom made me spend all 50 buck
on replenishing the wraping paper sock. total BS but hey they bought
it. anyways then x-mas break started and along w/ it the "week from
hell" as i like to call it. its the hardest most greuleing and intense
training sesions in the swim season. double practices, 8,000 yard
workouts lowrest sets, oh man its brutal. granted on one of the days we
go out to sparkies dinner for lunch and then head down to the bowling
alley for a few hours before heading back to the school, so thats
generally a good time. w/e. as much of a total pain in the ass the week
from hell is, its esencial. last year i got sick (which in itself is
cause for oncern cause i dont get sic, but i was deathly sick)
dureing the week from hell. because i was so sick i couldnt make
practice and because i couldnt make practice, it skrewed up the rest of
my season. actually last year x-mas break was 2 weeks long so there
fore wee had the 2weeks from hell. i made the first week and it just
wore out my body so much that my imune system turned to garbage and
thats what made me get sick. it was that intense. anyways, haveing that
in mind i kindda held back a bit this year and didnt puh as hard as i
should have. so instead of going 110% like im suposed to i only went
about 90-95% . still felt like pukeing after every practice, but this
time it wasnt cause i was catching a cold. anyways im still thanking
x-mas break cause im still swimming fast cause of it. x-mas itself was
pretty damn awesome. this year i got the "uncle lenny gift" and by that
i mean the biggest gift. i got a drumset, an honest to god, full and
complete 5 piece drumset, complete w/ bass drum, a snare drum, 2 tom
toms, a floor tom, high hats, an 18" cymbol and a 16" symbol. best part
is, is that its in the most awesomely kewlest color ever, "wine red"
its like black on the edges and maroon in the center cause of the way
the light hits it and DAMN IS MY BABY HOT!!!! and so ends december. and
as december ends, january begins. HAPPY BELATED NEWYEAR!!!! W/E!
january blew hariy monkey balls. boreing, tedius and god did i hate it.
i had to work on a project for science w/ joe dunn here at my house on
my computer, that alone took all of 6 hours of my precius saturday
gone. w/e. then we presented it to the class, did our thing w/ the
powerpoint on the computer, did my thing w/ my RC hovercraft (which was
actually a big hit in my class) then sat down and listened to other ppl
do thier projects. all in all i was feeling pretty good that day, felt
really happy, felt like i was *sings* "walking on sunshine, heyyyyyyy,
and i feel good!" lunch comes around and Lynda, aka Supercop, finally
caught me in the act. she got me steeling food off the lunch line she
caught me with 3 bags of gushers, a bag of fruit snacks,and a bag of
cheese-its. but thats only what she caught me w/ i actually had a
muffin and a yoohoo on me too but i was able to hand those off to a
friend before she could get me w/ em. anyways she takes me to see the
principal. man i havent been to the principal cince elementary school.
i was scared shitless, did i let it show to anyone till it came
convinient, no, but was i scared, yes. anyways im waiting in the loby
outside his office keeping my cool and all, he calls me in i keep my
composure, he told my normal punishment and i cracked, however its
because i cracked that he went easy on me, normal punishment was 5 days
OSS (out of school susspencion) but cause it was my first offence
(which happened to be BS cause ive been steeling off the lunch line
since 9th grade, took'em 2 1/2 years to get me, not bad in my book) and
also because im an athleet. so instead of the OSS which goes on ur
permanent record, i got 2 days ISS (in school susspencion) which doesnt
go on ur record. so here it is the last 2 school days before midterms,
and im stuck in ISS and all i gotta say is that DAMN I MISS IT!!!!!! it
was freeking awesome in there! the first day i took my in-class-midterm
for my technology class, in ISS, then 2nd period i got to go and take
my art midterm in my art class, and from 3rd period on i just read
manga all day, ALL FREEKING DAY! DAAAAAAAYYYYAAAMN THAT BEATS MATH
CLASS! sure i had to wait till 7th period to eat lunch but it was worth
it. second day i did the same thing show up, read manga all of first
period, take part 2 of my art midterm 2nd and 3rd was back to the
manga! damn was it awesome. then midterms week shows up on the last
week of january. u go in for ur midterm for one subject then leave when
its over. it was awesome. i idi decent on most of them, physics i got
an 86 on, history i got an 87 on english i got a 78 on (which was the
highest in my class) and i got a 61 on my pre-calc midterm. it didnt
surprise me tho, the pre-calc. i never pay attention in class, and i
didnt study before the test (tho i havent studied for a test since 2nd
grade) and i BSed my way through more than half of the questions, so i
knew i was gonna fail. w/e not like i care. actually upon further
reflection, january wasnt that bad because durein that month, i was
exposed to www.vgcats.com and, my god, that is the funniest ass
webcomic ive ever seen. leo and aeris r my heros. and then tru that
site i learned of an even better site, www.applegeeks.com now thoseguys
r good. actually its because of applegeeks that i now want 2 things,
the first of which is a mac. i dont care if its a G4, a powerbook
laptop, or iMac-mini, i just want a mac! secondly i want to go to the
University of Maryland, not only to meet Hawk, Ananth and the rest, but
because after looking at the coleg's web page, they have some kewl ass
classes and clubs/teams and stuff. but anyways getting back into the
groove of things after midterms is always hard so this past week (which
is now february) ive kind of been coasting it. actually what helped to
coast was that this past week was shave and taper week for swimm. now
what that means is that we slowly start to taper down the yardage in
practice and start to not use as much energy in practice than our
bodies r used to expending. we started off going 4,200 yards on monday
and by friday we were going 2,800. now friday night is where the
shaveing part comes in. basicly i shaved my entire body, bald, with the
exceptions of everything coverd by a spedo, and my cap, and my
goggles. so basicly my ass, my nads, my eyerows and my head were the
only things spared. my legs, which r normally forests of hair, r now
touchably soft and smooth w/o a hair folicle w/i sight. my chest and
stomache, bald, my arms, baren, my back, lets just say nobody'll call
me "caveman" for a while. anyways the hole reason we're shaved and
tapered is for the big swimmeet yesterday morning/afternoon: the 2005
Division B Championships at White Plains High School. i gotta say from
the moment i stept out onto that deck in all my bald and "neked" glory,
i knew it was gonna be a good day. in my events, the 200yrd. IM
(individual medley, 2 laps each stroke) i droped 3 second off my best
time, 3 full seconds. for swimming, and for the IM, thats alot of time.
and in the 500yrd. Freestyle, i droped over 15 seconds, 15 FULL SECONDS
GONE! when i looked at the scoreboard for my time, the first words out
of my mouth were "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" then, out of shock my grip on the
wall lossened and i fell under the water's surface and that brought me
back to reality to see that, yes i had infact droped a full 15 second
off my best time. man did that feel good.and it was all cause i shaved
my entire body bald. actually by the time i was done shaveing myself
after 3 hours, if i was to take all the hair that came off me and
compact it into an airtight ball, it'd be about the size and weight of
a basket ball. but its cause i shaved all that off that got rid of all
that extra drag resistance, dureing warmups and my races, i felt
uber-fast and damn did i like that feeling. anyways, after the meet,
the team went out to the Pepermill Grile down on 9W and i ate
till i couldnt eat no more. i got home at 3 took a nice long shit, and
went to bed, didnt wake up till 9 this morning. that actually upset me
cause at like 8 at night on saturdays on cartoon network, the good
cartoons come on, and normally id watch them till 11 then put a tape in
to record the rest, but by 8 i was long gone. w/e, im an idiot i know
it, shut ur mouth. ayways, after i woke up i went to eddy fox's b-day
party, forget how old he is but w/e. some of the other ppl who were
invited were in a band so they brought their guitars and gave us a
little mini concert in his basement,so that was pretty kewl. after that
he sent me, lizzo and lou out to dollar video to get "bum fights"
dumbest mistake ever, it was a bunch od stoned out llosers beating the
shit out of eachother, i know it sounds kindda kewl and all, but trust
me its not, it was a waste of money, after watching like 10 mins of it,
we went back and and returned it and got "harold and kumar go to white
castle, the unrated version" NOW THAT WAS A GREAT MOVIE! im gonna
be quoteing that for like....ever. its so freeking hilarius, even more
funny than "boat trip, the unrated version" and that movie had me
rolling. all in all it was a good day, plus the patriots won the
superbowl, boo, yay, w/e idk, i dont do football. but i am upset that
the post game took forever cause i wanted to see "american dad" the new
show by Seth McFarland, the mastermind behind "Family Guy" but it got
pushed back an hour, but im not waiting for that so i put a tape in,
and ill cheak it out tomorow. w/e. i think thats it for now, so i guess
ill see u all in 3 months or so as usual. ta ta, hosers!
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| well, school started today and damn what a train wreak that is.almost none of my friends r in any of my classes, some of my teachers look as boring as they are stupid (in other words very much so) and the majority of my classmates r either preps and "gangstas" and it makes my flesh crawl in disgust. man, i dont know how its gonna turn out but im definately leaning twards "this year is gonna fucking suck" theory. oh well at least ill be makeing bottle rockets in technology.ohh, kewl thing tho, in english there was this dumbass poem we read and for homework we had to rewrite the lyrics to describe ourselves and haveing 15 mins. left in class teach. said to work on it. i came up with a perfect one for me but when i realized what i had written i knew i had to redo it cause after teach. came around to check it the next day, we all had to read our poems to the class. naturally the first poem i wrote is pure litterary work up there next to edgar allen poe, and steven king! naturally ill give u all a free preview into my true life. the poem itself is titled "I Am" and goes as folows: (note, stupid thing wont let me indent properly after each line so when u see a capital "I" know that thats the start of the next line)
I am a disturbed psycopath, I wonder what the life would be like if i killed my enimies, Ihear the screams of those i loathe, I see dead people (couldnt help that one), Iwant your blood spilled upon the floor, I am a disturbed psycopath
I pretend to shove a sword through your throught, I feel your pulsateing heart wither away, I touch the cold steel of mutilation, I worry about nothing, I cry for nobody's soul, I am a disturbed psycopath
I understand the rammafications of my actions, I say that i dont care, Idream about Death, I try the best i can, Ihope your pain fufills me, I am a disturbed psycopath
so what do u think?am i not the sickest most insane wack-job u've ever met? naturally u can see y i cant say that infront of my class, not cause i care about their opinions but cause i dont want to be arrested as a terrorist. anyways here's the one i will say:
I am an insane otaku, I wonder why people are idiots, I hear the shouts of those around me though i seldom listen, I see what is there, what isnt, what should be, and what is hidden, I want simply to be left alone, I am an insane otaku
I pretend to care, Ifeel for nothing, Itouch upon the liveing, the dead, and the nonexistant in my own world, I cry for no one, I am an insane otaku
I understand the ramifications of my actions, I say what i mean but rarely mean what i say, I dream of my unatainable, perfect life away from what is here in exchange for what exists only in my imagination, I try the best i can, I hope you're not disapointed, I am an insane otaku
heh heh, thats it. and im gonna get a 100 on it, but wither or not i actually do, ill try to update it soon so ull know what happens to me, till then cu | | |
| AW MAN, MY LIFE IS TO GOOD TO BE REAL!!!! its been a while but heres what happened in the last two to three days of my life. saturday, i hang out w/ my friends jimmy and louis all day. it was the first time all three of us hung out together as a group and so we decided to have a little celebration we like to call "THE SECOND BI ANUAL GREAT AMERICAN SMOKE OFF!" baseicly all we did for the better portion of the day was just smoke cigar, after fine quality premium cigar, while listening to Pink Floyd cd after quality Pink Floyd cd (which i suplied of course). 8 cigars per person total. probably a record for numbers of cigars smoked in one day w/o pukeing. actually by the time we finished i didnt fell the effects of the tobaco, i just didnt fell like smokeing any more. anyways, when we had reached our limit (or rather ran out of cigars) we headed over to my house so i could pick up some cash and posibly get my mom to drive us to the mall. weither she drove us or not we would still have taken the bus to the mall anyways but w/e. when we got there we just hung out a bit and walked around the place not really looking for anything inparticular. when we finished there we headed over to lou's house for some "sunset swimming" as i like to call it. we had a minor water war btwn me and lou useing the giant pump guns. needless to say i kicked his ass. after that we had another cigar as we walked around a bit and pretty soon my mom picked me and jim up but she brought good news w/ her.... the pool over by one of my dad's boating buddy's apartment complex had a lack of reliable lifegaurds and needed help. enter me. i come in at like11 this orning and the start showing me around, as the tour continued i realized that, holy shit, my aunt used to , live here and take me to this pool when i was a todler all the time! once they found out that i knew the pool fairly well, i was heired instantly and put on the job for today thursday and saturday. now for those of u w/ good memories, ull remember that jimmy also took the same lifegaurding course as me along w/ one other person. now y would they give me a job and not them too u may be asking urselves, simple! as u may also recall jimmy broke his wrist and cant get it wet anyways, lotta good that does 'em. as for the other one, nick, i told them about him, but i lost his number if i ever had it to begin w/ so i cant really contact him even tho they do need one more gaurd. jim if ur reading, sorry that u cant make some extra cash, but HA HA! such is life, urs atleast. any ways now i have two jobs, 4 times the cash as normal, and life cat get much better, yeah sure i gotta watch old ppl and todlers swim / not a sexy girl in a bikini for miles, but on the bright side, old ppl know their limits and wont strain themselves so i dont really need to watch them to closely, as for the todlers i had some problems w/ 'em today but whenever something happened that i was gonna tell them not to do, thier parents yelled at them before i could get the wistel to my mouth and i didnt want to traumatize them anymore than they already were, swimming kicks ass and id like to share it w/ all that r interested. as far as pay goes $14 an hour thats more than double the pay from my other job as a locksmith! sure this one's on the books and theres like 30% taxes taken off but after one 8 hour day even w/ taxes i still make more than i do after a week w/ the locksmith gig. hell if the lifegaurde job didnt end septenbet 6th id ditch the locksmith and keep w/ the sunbathers. also the locksmith job extends into the school year too so i can still make SOME cash while at school. ive said it before and ill say it again, ALL IS GOOD AND RIGHT IN MY WORLD!!!!! HA HA! | | |
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