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The Semi-Magical Story of Today's Final Exam.

Wed, 13 Dec 2006 23:16:51 GMT

Hey look, it's me writing in this thing again! Hooray! Don't expect this to become regular (as I'm sure you aren't expecting, haha). But it's a special circumstance that brings me to posting this, as I just don't want to end up having to repeat it for several different people.

So, finals were this week, and today I had my last one, for Calculus II. It was at 8:00 AM, so I set my alarm for 7 and went to bed at my usual time for when I have to be up that early (around 2-3AM, heh).

I wake up later and realize something is wrong. It's much, much too light out for 7AM in mid-December in Mississippi. I glance at my clock and what do I see but a set of flashing numbers. The power had gone out.

I cursed several times as I sprang out of bed, unsure of what to do. I had a high grade in that class - a 97 - so having a 0 on the final would drop me down to a very high C - but that wouldn't cut it. My mom would kill me for it, but I'd kill myself more (yes, that DOES make sense, if you don't understand that's your problem). I ran into the study, got the computer going again and brought up the school's website to search out my instructor's office number while digging my cell phone from the mountain of crap on my desk, hoping he'd both be there and that there was something to do about it.

Thankfully, he was ,and as soon as I greeted him and told him who I was, he replied that he'd been trying to get ahold of me all morning, but the line had been busy. None of us were using the phone, and (after I got done with him) I tried calling the house from my cell phone and it worked fine *shrug* But anyway. I explained to him what had happened and he said he was just about to write a "0" in the gradebook since no one had heard from me or been able to contact me, and that doing so would give me a C (just a few points shy of a B, hahaha) - and I asked if there was anything I could do to change that, to which he replied, "Get your ass over here and take it then!"

*insert immense sigh of relief here*

I dressed and got ready as quickly as I could - did I mention I had just woken up and calling him was the first thing I'd done? Heh. - and headed to the school. After some ribbing from the instructor (he does this with everyone for no reason, so giving him an actual reason just makes it worse - but it's ok, we do it back) he set me up to take it. I ran through that thing like a dose of sauce through a hired girl (thanks, Gramps, I'm stealing your expression :D) and turned it in. He even offered to correct it there for me and let me know how I got, which was unnecessary as I already knew, but I took him up on it anyway - 100%, w00t. Putting my overall grade for the course at a 98. Second-highest in the class, and the only reason the other person beat me was because a) she's a math teacher herself, though she doesn't teach Calculus; and b) she actually like, studies and prepares and shit. But that's okay, I like her, she's awesome and she deserves to do well :) 'Sides, after the close call I had and finding out it worked out well, I'm in no mood to begrudge anyone something as insignificant as that :)

Gramps...

Wed, 27 Jul 2005 08:06:04 GMT

I guess this is just my little tribute to an awesome person.

Man...I just don't know where to start, or really what to say. There is so much about Gramps that I'd like to express and I know I'll never be able even to get a fraction of it out here.

Gramps was born by the name of Edward on Aug. 11, 1920. Many people however, did not use his given name; instead for much of his life he went by the nickname "Pepper." Several stories have been passed around about the origination of this monicker, but the real story is that when he was a young man, perhaps in his early teens, he worked with a railroad company that did lots of freight shipping; at the same time there was a professional baseball player by the name of Pepper who shared his last name, and when some of the men at the freightliner heard Gramps' name, they began calling him Pepper. The name stuck, so much so that many people did not know his real name until they had known him for years - sometimes even members of his own family. Of course there are a few other false stories of origin, one of my favorites being that shortly after they were married, Grandma asked Gramps about the nickname Pepper and he said it was because he was "hot stuff" - or another version in which he said because he married hot stuff.

Gramps' sense of humor was only one of the great things about him. Never in my life do I think I have ever met another man as patient, caring, or understanding as him. He was truly one of the most exceptional people in this world and I am both honored and proud to call him my grandfather. And please excuse if my spelling goes horribly bad at this point, it's not easy typing through tears.

Gramps was also one of the friendliet people you could ever hope to meet. You were his friend the moment he spoke to you until or unless you did something to change that - and I don't know of anyone who ever did. I do not believe the man had an enemy in the world - you couldn't help but love him.

In his later years, Gramps became quite hard of hearing - sometimes requiring talkers to shout before he could catch what was said. Sometimes though, something somewhere went just right as there are several times I can remember him having perfectly normal conversations at a volume barely above normal. So who knows, maybe it was all an act so that he could ignore what we said? *chuckle*

One of my earliest memories of Gramps is his singing renditions of "O Solo Mio" - not that he was that great of a singer, but it was something I, and most of my cousins I believe, remember learning from him. I don't even know how it all got started; I just remember it being pretty much a given.

Another fond memory is the trips to "the white building" we took. Gramps would often pick me up from school while I was in elementary school, as my mother had to work, and usually we would go for a little snack. Typically this would be found in a small cafe located in White Drug, which was located with several other business in a large, white building - hence the name I gave it as a child. Gramps would have a cup of coffee, and I would have a Diet Coke and a donut. If we didn't go there, it was almost always McDonald's intead, where the only major difference (other than locale) would be fries as the foodstuff of choice.

McDonald's was one of Gramps' favorite places, too. He would often go there for a cup or two of coffee, especially if he had errands to run in that area of town - and sometimes even if he didn't. Gramps' other major favorite spot was down by Fox Island, a place on the Missouri River where many people would come to fish, boat, or other such activities. Gramps never cared much for the water except for fishing - I don't remember ever seeing him in a boat, though it may have happened once or twice that I don't recall - and I think a large part of the family's love for it stems from him. There were a few big family fishing trips, and many many more smaller ones, when he and I and/or another cousin or several would go out to see what was biting (unfortunately, few things ever were). Of course, Gramps would not always go just for fishing; many times he'd just drive down there to see what was going on, staying only a minute or two before heading back, often bringing us grandkids along for the ride.

There's so much more I want to say but words are beginning to fail me, and the hour grows late so I will begin to wrap this up. Perhaps there will be another post like this in the near future. Regardless...

Gramps...I hope you and Dick are enjoying the fishing up there. The coffee cup is gone now, and it's lonely eating fries by myself, but I know you're in a better place and enjoying seeing your son again. Just leave some fish and a couple cans of pop for the rest of us, ok? I love you.

Warning: This will probably be a long, rambling post.

Wed, 27 Jul 2005 07:18:54 GMT

Wow. Yet again I deem that I must update this thing more. Think I'll actually stick to that this time? Somehow, I doubt it.

Lots of stuff to go on about, so we'll do an lj-cut.

So, some of you may be aware that I lost my grandfather on Wednesday, July 20th. Well, technically and/or probably, on July 15th, but I'm getting ahead of myself there. And if you weren't aware - you are now. It's quite the situation but I want to try to get as much of this down as I can, while it's still relatively fresh in my memory.

The morning of July 15th, Gramps left the house, saying he wanted to walk to the car rental place so that he could get a vehicle to use to drive him and my grandmother to a funeral that weekend. He had been in a car accident a week or so prior, one that totalled his car but left him relatively unscathed (he had a large but not serious bump on his head from it from hitting the visor, it was almost like a rug burn). That was the last anyone saw of him alive.

Grandma did not originally notice anything wrong, even after he did not return after several hours, but she had spoken with my mother and mentioned it. My mom called one of my cousins, who lives in the same town as my grandparents, informing him of what was going on and telling him to go check it out.

My cousin and several others (not sure exactly who) searched that evening, to no avail. Saturday we reported it to the police, who were unable to make it official until 24 hours had passed - and as a quick aside, am I the only one who thinks that rule is total bullshit? The quicker things get going, the better the chances are...but anyway. Eventually the newspapers and television stations got into it, and the support came flooding in.

I do have to admit it still amazes me, and stands to a testament both to my grandfather and to the community in which I grew up. I believe they lost count of who came to help after the first hundred or so. People came to help look, came to help put up flyers, came to bring food, came to just sit with the family and with my grandmother so she would not have to be alone at all, came to do anything they could in any way. People that didn't know ANY of us (and I have a pretty large family), let alone know Gramps, came to help. I remember being told one man came up and said, "Hey, I ride my bike several miles every morning, where can I go ride to help look?"

I was told he was missing the evening of the 15th, but at the time so little was known that we just kinda said, "We don't know where he is, we'll let you know if anything happens." I was told what was going on (which was really very little) over the next couple of days, as more and more of my family returned home to help however they could.

I made the decision to fly back on Monday the 18th, and I do have to say I'm glad I did. I flew out early Wednesday morning, with a stopover in Denver, CO, where I met one of my uncles (uncle-in-law, to be technical) and had breakfast with him before taking the rest of the trip up to North Dakota. I had an interesting flight there - about two and a half hours, but it seemed more like ten minutes due to my "single-serving friend" (thanks, Fight Club) - a middle-aged woman named Marilyn. Somehow the two of us started talking and became quick friends. When she heard why I was returning to ND (remember, at this time Gramps was still missing), she even offered to help in whatever way she could - even though we had just met an hour or two before, and she knew no one else in my family.

My mother had planned to pick me up at the airport, saying she'd be waiting outside so as not to have to incur the exceptionally steep parking prices there. Therefore it was quite a surprise to me when she walked up as I was waiting for my baggage, and even more of a surprise when she said that they had found Gramps' body about an hour earlier.

Words cannot in any way ever express the loss I feel for this, but I'll attempt to convey it anyway later. First, I'm going to continue the little narration here.

The reason I say I'm glad I left when I did is because I would have absolutely hated to have heard before I left. No, wait. Hated is not the proper word there; it is a tiny fraction. Let us just say that, to put it lightly, the flights would have been exceptionally unenjoyable.

Anyway, the rest of the family began making their ways back hom to ND - I think this is the first time that literally ALL of us have been home in close to a decade. The only ones who did not make it were some of Gramps' siblings who lived even further away than I do and were unable to leave work/etc. All eight of Gramps' surviving children (my mother & her siblings; one of my uncles died twelve years ago as well) and around 15 grandchildren, and even four great-grandchildren, plus several brothers & sisters who lived in the area, and some of their children/grandchildren, and the many, many friends of various members of the family. You can imagine that places were quite crowded at times.

I honestly can barely remember what happened on Thursday or Friday. One evening several of my cousins and I (the ones over the age of 21, at least) went out for a round of drinks to toast Gramps. Surprisingly several of my aunts & uncles showed up too, so it turned into a little party...though I suppose 'party' is much too happy of a word, but I'm sure you understand my meaning. The next night, the cousins and I went out again - you'll notice this will be a running theme - doing the bar thing before heading to one cousin's apartment to just chill for a bit and catch up on what's been going on (apparently the 'rumors' surrounding my move to Mississippi make me the King of My Family's Rumor Mill). We also spent brief periods harassing the other people entering & leaving the apartment, but that's really not worth going into detail over :P

Originally the funeral was planned for Saturday, but as Gramps was an Army vet (of WW2, no less) he was to be buried at the Vet's cemetary, which did not operate on weekends, and thus it was pushed back to Monday. Instead, we had the family visitation at the funeral home, after which I went to visit my paternal grandparents. Following that, the maternal family went to have a little gathering at Fox Island, near where Gramps was found, and which was one of his favorite places to visit. Let me just say that I LOVE the fact that the Gulf Coast of Mississippi appears to have no mosquitos, for they were out in force that night. After obtaining several dozen bites (and that's only a slight exaggeration), I joined the others in throwing pennies into the Missouri River. This takes a tiny bit of explanation - Gramps used to drop pennies around in the driveway of his house, or his childrens'/grandchildrens' houses, for the younger ones to pick up - "Oh, look, there's a penny, grab it!" The pennies were followed by rose petals, and we shared a few memories of Gramps while an uncle-in-law set up a small batch of fireworks he had. Afterwards I left to one of my aunt's houses (on my dad's side of the family) to hang out with them and a cousin for a while, spending a couple hours chatting about anything and everything. Cydra, I doubt you'll ever read this but thank you for that night and the other similar ones we've shared. Just had to say that.

Sunday was the 'open' visitation, which I did not attend, and a vigil later that night at the church. Do not forget this was in addition to the Sunday mass, which I was requried to attend by my mother so that neither she, my step-dad, or myself would be constantly yelled at by the rest of the family, apparently. Let me just state - Drew and the Catholic church, or any organized religion really, do NOT get along...so I was much less than a happy camper through all this, but being there for everyone else is more important, so I won't complain too much more. Anyway...quite a few people showed up for the vigil, which was nice; however I do have to complain about the priest, as he cut us off short in regards to the sharing of memories etc...there was a pause of a few seconds while I think people were trying to gather their thoughts & prepare themselves to go up and talk, and the priest just assumed we were done and moved on to finish the vigil. Not cool. I don't really like the guy (he's really really new - like he just became a priest at the beginning of June) and this doesn't help. Anyway....the cousins and I went out yet again, doing our little thing which tends to involve alcohol & many long & varied conversations. It's all gravy though, I'm just as thankful for all that as I am for the talks with my aunt that I mentioned. Should any of you guys read this - you all kick ass, don't ever stop with that.

So Monday, yesterday, whatever, was the funeral itself. The place waas PACKED. I do not know what the church's regular maximum occupancy is, but we probably had close to double that. People were standing along the walls and everything. The service itself was ok, I guess...pretty much the same as any other mass, save with the inclusion of the casket (which was a closed casket through all of this) and a few other slight alterations. However, the real change was that my cousins and I - all of the male grandchildren (and great-grandchildren) - were the pallbearers. Or rather, the next-youngest to myself (who is 15 and probably 4-5 inches taller than me, perhaps more :P) and the rest of us on up to the oldest who is in his mid-to-late thirties, were the pallbearers, while the younger ones were 'honorary'. So that was a new experience for me...however, due to it raining the previous night and that morning, we were unable to do the burial and instead had a small final service indoors at the cemetary. That was one of the hardest things I've ever done, I think, topped probably only by my dad's funeral.

So, that catches us up with what has happened the past few days (those skipping the lj-cut will have to just deal with not knowing, or go back to look). My own real thoughts on all this are in the next post.

Haven't done one of these in a while...now I remember why.

Tue, 28 Dec 2004 20:53:53 GMT

FAVORITES
[x] gum: I don't really chew gum...Juicy Fruit is good tho
[x] color: Green and/or black
[x] restaurant: Hmm...Quizno's, yum!
[x] drink: N/A, Diet Coke...A, hurricanes kick ass
[x] season: Winter or Spring
[x] type of weather: Depends on my mood
[x] emotion: Favorite emotion? What the hell? I refuse to answer this on grounds of absurdity
[x] late-night activity: In the interest of keeping this LJ from gaining an NC-17 rating, I cannot answer this question >:D
[x] sport: I pay no attention to sports, but I do enjoy an occasional game of something or other...mayhap basketball or frisbee football...haven't played that in forever
[x] city: Hmm....Seattle totally kicks ass, and I enjoyed visiting LA and San Francisco but I don't think I'd like to live there...and I have yet to really visit much of the East Coast save Atlanta, so I'm kinda undecided
[x] store: Iunno...Hot Topic maybe? *shrug*

_____WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU_____
[x] cried: Sometime last week or the week before
[x] played a sport: Who the hell knows? haha
[x] laughed: A few minutes ago
[x] hugged someone: Yesterday
[x] kissed someone: Longer than I'd like :(
[x] felt depressed: More recently than I'd like :(
[x] felt overworked: Hahahahahaha
[x] faked sick: *shrug* No idea.
[x] lied: See the last one

______WHAT WAS THE LAST_____
[x] word you said: Off.
[x] thing you ate: A chocolate chip cookie, one of many and many kinds my Granda made and sent from back home and I just got today hehe
[x] song you listened to: "Somebody Someone" by Korn
[x] thing you drank: Diet Coke
[x] place you went to: the grocery store
[x] movie you saw: Lord of the Rings: Return of the King (extended DVD, w00t)
[x] movie you rented: Been too long, don't remember

_____WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU_____
[x] hugged: Gramps
[x] cried over: My dad, probably
[x] danced with: I have no idea, I don't dance with people often, hehe
[x] shared a secret with: No clue
[x] had a sleepover with: That's been years :P Unless you count...a different kind of sleepover ;) In which case it was probably Arthur, haha
[x] called: My paternal grandparents
[x] went to a movie with: Tyler *lick*
[x] saw: Um, Gramps, unless you count someone I don't live with, in which case probably Nick
[x] were angry with: My grandmother

_____HAVE YOU EVER_____
[x] danced in the rain: Yes, that's fun :D
[x] kissed someone: Of course, lol
[x] done drugs: I plead the fifth.
[x] drank alcohol: Yuppers
[x] slept around: Tho I joke about doing it often, no, not really, heh
[x] partied 'til the sun came up: Hell yeah, that was awesome too
[x] had a movie marathon: Yup, and I'll probably have another soon...gotta watch the entire LotR trilogy hehe
[x] gone too far on a date: There is no such thing as "too far on a date" >:D
[x] spun until you were immensely dizzy: Wheeee! *spins chair around*
[x] taken a survey quite like this before: Yes, and they all have stupid questions, much as this one does, but I'm bored so meh

_____MY LIFE_____
[x] name: Drew
[x] gender: Male
[x] martial status: Single
[x] occupation: Bum (tho that should be changing soon)

_____PLAY_____
[x] i'm feeling: Sick...stupid head cold
[x] i'm listening to: Eminem currently, tho there's a couple hundred artists on my playlist heh
[x] i'm doing: Filling this out, duh
[x] i'm talking to: No one at the moment
[x] i'm craving: A cure for the common cold...and maybe some hot food or drink of some type
[x] i'm thinking of: shooting whoever came up these surveys...boredom is quickly becoming overpowered by annoyance :P
[x] i'm hating: how these "questions" keep getting dumber by the second :P

_____LOVE_____
[x] love is: Very good and yet very evil
[x] my first love: Shit, I have no idea
[x] my current crush: Hmm...dunno
[x] love or lust: Depends on my mood, but overall love, probably
[x] best love song: Unchained Melody rocks...but there are so many good ones, I can't name them all

_____OPPOSITE SEX_____
[x] turn ons: Uh, yeah, gay here? :P
[x] do my parent's opinion on my significant other matter to me: Not really, tho I'd prefer the parentals to like him rather than not :P
[x] what kinda hairstyle am i into: WTF kinda question is this?
[x] what is the sweetest thing someone can do for me: That's for me to know and you to try to finid out :D
[x] where do i go to meet new people: wherever *shrug*
[x] am i the type of person to holler and ask for numbers: Sometimes

_____LATELY_____
[x] how am i today: Sick
[x] what pants am i wearing right now?: Cargo pants
[x] what shirt am i wearing right now: A wifebeater
[x] what does my hair look like at the moment: My usual "controlled chaos/semispiked" kinda style
[x] what song am i listening to right now: You already asked me that, and since it has changed since then, it's now "Danny's Song" covered by Me First and the Gimmie Gimmies
[x] how is the weather right now: Sunny with a slight wind, kinda cool but overall pretty nice
[x] what time is it: almost 3PM CST (GMT -600) ha!

_____MORE ABOUT ME!_____
[x] what are the last four digits of my phone number: 0276
[x] if i were a crayon, what color would i be: Forest green.
[x] have i ever almost died: Several times
[x] what's the next cd i'm going to buy: not sure, maybe Encore or Beautiful Soul, hehe
[x] what's the best advice ever given to me: Wear sunscreen *cackle*
[x] what's the stupidest thing i've ever done: Like I could pick only one among all of them
[x] if i could change one thing about myself what would it be: I don't want to answer this :P
[x] where do i shop the most: Online, lol
[x] how many kids do i want to have: More than zero but less than fifty
[x] shampoo: Whatever the hell kind I use, I don't remmeber offhand
[x] what am i most scared of: Being alone
[x] how many tv's do i have in my house: Three
[x] do i have my own tv: not really
[x] do i have my own phone line: Yupperz
[x] do i sleep with a stuffed animal: No, but I hvae some, hehe
[x] have i ever broken/sprained/fractured a bone: Not that I ever recall, surprisingly
[x] who do i dream about: Lots of people
[x] who do i tell my dreams to: No one, normally
[x] who's the loudest friend i have: probably Joey, haha
[x] who's the quietest friend i have: I dunno
[x] is cheerleading a sport: Nevar

_____ME AND LOVE_____
[x] do i have a significant other?: Not exactly
[x] do i have a crush: Eh
[x] where do you want to go on your honeymoon: No idea
[x] do i find myself ugly: Nah, I'd so do me, hehe
[x] do others find you attractive: Apparently so ;)

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Tue, 14 Dec 2004 20:55:57 GMT

This one's short and sweet, just had to mention that I found out that the University of Mississippi, of the state in which I currently live, is the only University authorized and backed by the U.S. government to grow marijuana for medicinial purposes.

Guess I know to which university to go when I return to school, heh.

My God, a third post in two days!

Tue, 14 Dec 2004 05:12:26 GMT

Jeez....and not only that, actual content!

So yeah, where do I start? Life has been its normal ho-hum state for the most part. All is fairly quiet, so I can't really complain too loudly. I'll be saving that for next month when I'm gonna break down and get a job or something. Wish me luck, I'll need it, haha.

In the love department, again things haven't really changed. I haven't gotten to see Tyler in like two months or something, not cool. Maybe I can get in a visit before Christmas, that'd be a nice early present :D Also it appears I am not the only gay guy in this town as I've recently been contacted by not one but two guys who live here as well. That's fairly interesting, would be nice to have some gay friends that are actually close by.

Recently I've noticed my muse is showing some signs of life. This may mean a batch of new writing from me - I hope so, I've got a number of ideas popping around inside my brain but just never seem to be in the mood to commit them to paper (or text documents, in this case). And when I do feel like it I'm never around my computer, heh. C'est la vie. We'll see what happens.

Guess that's it for this update, Drew needs to find fun things to start writing about here again.

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Clothes:	Dark and sexy. With randomly placed belts. Lots and lots of belts...
Powers:	Dark magic
Special Features:	Wolf ears and tail
Sidekick:	Large dragon.
Attitude:	Mysterious as all hell.
Weapon:	Bow and arrows

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Mythological Background: Yes, the dragon represents everything you think of when you think of a dragon - fearsome and invincible. Also, it is greatly respected just because of that fact. The dragon has a very protective aspect to it. Even Jupiter reminds you of intense smashing power. The dragon is almost always surrounded by rain-bearing clouds and fog; and the appearance of its constellation always signals rainfall and lightning. It's also a symbol of authority worn by the nobility and the imperial class. Japanese Name: Seiryuu.

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Neat!

Tue, 23 Nov 2004 10:15:46 GMT

Got this from Siabee and tried mine, thought I'd share.

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Although the name Drew creates an active mind and a restless urge to explore new ideas, we emphasize that it causes a restless intensity that defies relaxation. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the solar plexus.

The name Drew gives you a strongly independent and highly creative nature, with drive and ambition to have experiences and accomplish things out of the ordinary. You can work intently at whatever is new and holds your interest at the moment, but your interest wanes quickly when drudgery and monotony set in. Obstacles to your progress or restrictions on your freedom to act create a sense of frustration which may cause you to feel resentful and even rebellious. You can then become intolerant of others, and caustic and belittling in your expression, thereby imposing stress on your personal relationships.

Interesting, 'cuz I think it's farily spot-on for the most part. Neatness. Check out this page for your own.

Why you have to go and make things so complicated?

Sun, 14 Nov 2004 07:56:06 GMT

Gah. This is just.....gah.

So, I'm sitting here at approx. 12:15AM and there's a knock on my door. I think it's Nick, since he was bothering me to hang out much earlier in the night and didn't want to, and figured he had come to harass me for a bit. I debated about not even answering the door, since I wasn't in the mood to deal with him at the moment, but he has the tendency to not give up and probably would have come around and lookied in the window and saw I was here and awake, so I answered it.

Lo and behold, however, it was not Nick, but Franklin. For those of you who remember, Franklin is my ex, and someone I haven't really talked to much at all since we broke up. I thought that kinda sucked, since I still cared for him and wanted to remain friends (and not the tired old cliché way where you say you want to be friends but it's all a lie...I really did want to.) This was quite a shock to me, obviously. So he comes in and we're talking and he's saying that he had come by since he hadn't talked to us in forever and just wanted to see what was going on. How neat.

So I wake up the old man and we sit and talk for a while. Was a nice little chat. Franklin was looking good, had lost some weight and such. He let his hair grow out a bit tho, I didn't like it. And yeah, like I'm one to talk since my hair is long too at the moment, but I plan to get it cut :P Anyway....was a good little visit. So he leaves, promising to keep in touch a little more, which I think is neat.

After he leaves I sit down at the computer for a few moments and it hits me. That little pain in my chest I hadn't felt in well overr a year and thought was gone. By the Light. I know it's over, I know we're over. If we hadn't broken up, well that might have been keen, but we did so that's moot. I doubt he would want to get back together, and honestly I really don't want to either. Even if I did, I doubt my pride would let me But regardless, it's water under the bridge. More or less I think it was just the shock of seeing him again that's thrown me for a bit of a loop.

Now the other problem is that I made the mistake of bringing this up with Tyler. I blame the fact that I was still kinda in shock about it, and I don't really know why this is throwing me so much, but it is. And I'll get past it, because that's what I do. Or something. Anyway....Tyler made the assumption, whether rightly or wrongly, that there was more to this than what's really there. And that's probably partly my fault, because at the time it happened I wasn't in a state to explain it all and I wasn't really too sure what it all meant then either. I think that's hurt him, and I only hope it hasn't hurt him too deeply, because that's definitely never EVER my intent. If you happen to read this, Tyler, here's a public statement: I love you, boi. I do. Don't let my earlier moment of dumbassity confuse that issue.

That being said...I guess, I hope, I'll talk to you later.

....I seem really melodramatic tonight. Curses. Silly emotions, who needs 'em.

Right then!

Tue, 31 Aug 2004 03:44:13 GMT

OK, just a few quiz results 'cuz I'm too lazy to write out the big events of the past few months, which hopefully will still come soon....I'll leave myself a note here to remind me what the hell I should write about! Agatha, North Dakota, New Orleans, and Tyler....those are the major ones I guess :) Now....onward, ho!

(Yeah, you're a ho. Deal.)

D	Distinguished
R	Relaxed
E	Explosive
W	Warm

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J	Joyous
A	Amazing
L	Loving
A	Astonishing
K	Keen
I	Important

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Your element is Light: Innocent, beautiful,
kind-hearted and pure. You are so sweet your
almost angelic, you find joy in others
happiness and cannot stand to see anyone in
pain. You want to make everyone around you feel
good about themselves and if someone is upset
you can tend to become rather upset as well
which means you are sympathetic and raise
others above yourself. Being as kind and
good-natured as you are people have most likely
hurt you in the past but you pick yourself up
every time. You may look fragile but you are
stronger than most tend to see. Life is
beautiful no matter how you look at it and you
understand that people make mistakes, not
everyone is perfect. You try to see the good in
the bad which is a talent few posses, dont ever
let anyone change you. You truly have a
beautiful soul inside and a heart of gold.

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To reiterate...

Sat, 17 Jul 2004 18:49:52 GMT

Bois really suck. With teeth.

And they lie about it to your face, through their teeth, even when you know they truth and they know you know.

*not a happy camper at the moment*

Boys fucking suck.

Sat, 17 Jul 2004 16:45:06 GMT

See subject.

Only three days late, I'm losing my edge!The Memphis Adventure!

Sat, 24 Apr 2004 10:25:51 GMT

So yeah, I need to talk about the Memphis trip!!! See, on Sunday, this crazy guy IMed me and asked if I'd like to accompany him for a trip to Memphis over the next two days. He had no real reason for going, other than he hadn't been there, wanted something to do, and his ex Will had told him there was an apple store there (only much later did we realize he probably meant Apple as in the computers, not the fruit). Having nothing to do and wanted to get out of the house, I accepted (after a little persuasion, of course ). And thus, here are the details....or at least some of them, as far as I can remember.

We left the Coast sometime in the mid afternoon, heading north on 49 (of course). Pretty uneventful for most of it, until we got to Jackson. Somewhere after we got out of the city, the "charge battery" light on the dash came on. This, naturally, is not a good thing. We continued on our way, however, assuming that it would go off, since that type of thing does tend to happen. Our luck was not with us, and the car started to die just as we neared Madison, MS. Thankfully, we were able to pull into the parking lot of a Wal-Mart just as the car completely died (well, not technically - we were still a little ways away and had to push the damn thing first, then Todd hopped in to stop the thing as it coasted down a small hill-like structure.

D'oh. I completely forgot to mention the cool car we saw in Hattiesburg. So let me interrupt to quickly desbribe it. As we were going through H-burg we noticed a car stopped at a red light that appeared to be turning. However, when the light changed to green, the car drove ~~straight~~ forward...while the body continued to appear to be about to turn. In case you haven't figured it out, it seems the car had been damaged in some fashion, causing the chassis to be misaligned and point about 5° towards the driver's side. It was.....quite amusing

Anyway, on with our own car problems. After the car died, we walked into the Mart of Wal and purchased a car battery. Realizing that he had not the necessary tool(s) in his car, we also purchased what the packaging described as a "home repair kit" - a toolbox of sorts, with many a drill bit, screw head, ratchets, extensions, and all that jazz. We arrived back at the car and noticed that the toolbox was secured in its closed position with one of those little plastic rings. Todd had no scissors in his car. How were we to open it?

If there is one thing I have learned from this trip, it's that the cigarette lighter is truly a wonderful invention. A few seconds of flame held under the plastic ring, and the toolbox was opened! We popped the hood and removed the retention screws and slid the retention bar out of the way....only to realize that the bolt that held the battery in place was much further down than any of the tools appeared to be able to reach. No combination of adapters, connectors, or extensions would allow us to reach it. Thusly, we headed back into Wal-Mart to return the "kit" and purchase some real tools. We grabbed a ratchet set, since that's all we really need, and returned to the vehicle. Again, we were confounded with how to open the blasted tools, as this one did not contain a plasting ring, but had some strange arrangment of clips that held everything in place.

If I learned a second thing from this trip, it's that when you give me something that normally is not considered a tool, I can figure out a way to turn it into one. A third thing is that I'm apparently something of a li'l pyro and I probably should not have these lighters...oh well. Turning the flame onto the plastic of the ratchet set, I was able to weaken the plastic enough to free the objects we needed. Oddly enough, the damn thing would not melt completely, even after an extended period of burning, so it was still a struggle to slide them free, but we managed.

Finally we were able to reach the bolt! Hooray! ....Or so we though. It seems the bolt had become severely rusted during its time holding that battery, and it was having some kind of separation issues, because it was not coming off. Back to Wal-Mart for some WD-40 and a wire brush! We fought with the rust for several minutes (more like half an hour) and still the bolt would not budge. Finally, in an act of severe frustration (and an impressive feat of strength, I might add) Todd put all he had into that bolt - and broke the damn thing off. He also injured his hand in the process, but as of today's date I think his hand has healed. Anyway, though the bolt was broken, the battery was now free, and we were able to remove it and finally replace it with the new one.

Deciding that with the retention bar back in place, the battery would be safe and we could continue our journey, we hopped back in the now-driveable vehicle and resumed our journey, albeit a few hours late. Of course, a problem arose almost immediately. The "charge battery" light was still on. We at first figured that it was just going to take it a few moments to turn off, as such things are rather natural, but this was not the case as the car soon began to exhibit the same symptoms as before. We realized that there must be a problem with the alternator, but alas 'twas a Sunday eve and naught were open. We reached the exit for Yazoo City, and I realized that it would be our best bet for finding lodging for the night and a repair shop for the morn, and told Todd to take the exit. Lady Luck decided we were little bastards, though, and the car died again about fifteen minutes away from our destination. Curse them, we hates them forever! I guess I should have tried to use my lighter on the alternator, first.

I should interrupt myself here for a moment and explain that Todd should never, ever be allowed to drive by himself unless both his starting and ending locations are within his hometown, and even then it's risky. Thankfully, he had me to navigate him, and while I have occasionally caused myself to become lost before, I have never failed to easily find my way back. Naturally, I was not lost at all on this trip, and had to correct Todd several times throughout to keep him from losing us in the middle of scary rural MS areas. But let us continue...

By this time, we had had just about enough of all this, and decided to give it a symbolic middle finger and just sleep in the car for the night and call a tow truck in the morning, as it was already well past midnight and places would be opening in a few hours. Most of this time was uneventful, as I was largely unconscious. Todd claims he did not sleep, but had either several hallucinations (doubtful) or was in fact dreaming (likely). Apparently at one point some crazy person drove by our stranded vehicle, turned on his hazard lights and came back around, stopped, turned and drove past us again, yet again turned around,, and then pulled into the driveway of a nearby house. Don't ask me, you know as much as I do.

Anyway, eventually morning came and we were able to call a tow service/mechanic shop, who brought us into Yazoo City and forced us to wait in their lobby for about an hour and a half before they decided that they were officially open for business. They claimed it was because they had to wait for some of the mechanics who were apparently hung over from the previous night...Whatever. Eventually the car was fixed, and we left Yazoo City with a new alternator, a newly-charged battery from Madison Wal-Mart, a dead-but-still-probably-good battery from whever the hell Todd got his last one, and less one retention bolt. Neat.

Finally we reached our destination: Tunica, MS, a small casino town just a few miles outside of Memphis. It was here that we would be staying our second night. We checked into the Bally's Casino Hotel (a casino that apparently caters only to those who are over age 65, but still took us for whatever ungodly reason) and received both the DR and TdB discounts (I'll explain these in a moment). You see, the room was originally $55, but we received it for $35. It was only when we actually entered the room that we realized it was more a DR discount and not so much a TdB discount (explanation's coming, I promse) as there was a stretch of wall with Bond-o covering it. DR discount is what I'm calling a discount for a damaged room (see? I told you I would). The TbD discount is Todd's creation, the Todd-da-Bod discount (for him being a casino-ish employee and just 'cuz he's, well, Todd).

Todd had, during some unrecalled prevoius part of the journey, mentioned how he wanted to find a DDR machine somewhere so he could make me play it and attempt to laugh at my failed attempts. Had we found one, I would have proven the latter wrong, but we'll come to that in a few. We headed first to the actual Bally's Casino, both to see if there was a game room present and to find a friend of Todd's named Jason, to get info about where to go in Memphis to do things.

Jason wasn't of much help, but did point us to the game area of Grand Casino, as well as Peabody Place in Memphis as a place to check out. We thanked him (jackass) and left Bally's, heading for Grand to find us some DDR action! (And I'm kidding about the jackass comment, by the way ) We arrived there only to find out that they did not, in fact, have a DDR machine, but instead one of the lousy crap spinoffs. I attempted to play it anyway, but was confused by the various menu choices that did not actually describe anything about what the selections meant. The positioning of the arrows in the corners of the pad instead of the sides and top/bottom, as well as inclusion of a fifth sensor in the center, threw me off, and I gave up after about 20 seconds of trying to play a song that had no beat or rhythym and seemed to want me to jump back and forth between the first and second player pads. What a piece of shit. I love regular straight-up original DDR even more, now. *hugs his PS2* We played various other games in the arcade for a middling length of time, and then decided that food would now be a good course of action and headed to the Grand Casino buffet - but not before Todd became lost in the parking lot, of course.

After being ripped off by a buffet that was both overpriced and had poor quality of food (yes, those are two separate things and are able to co-exist) we gave Grand the symoblic middle finger and returned to Bally's to take a short nap before heading to Memphis for the evening. However, us being us, we overslept by about three hours and missed doing anything fun in Memphis (like there was anything to miss anyway, haha!) Instead, we opted for a little gambling at the casino, where I taught Todd how to play both video poker and video blackjack, and where we almost came out ahead ten dollars (of the thirty we started with) but instead ended up losing it all. Can I get in another "Curse them. We hates them forever!" here, or is that becoming overused? Oh well.

Neither of us being ready to return to our beds at the hotel, we decided to drive to Memphis anyway and look for crackwhore and/or gigolos, to whom we would feed a sandwich or sandwiches. depending. For the fourth time, Lady Luck decided to screw us with her 14" double-wide dildo (without lube) and we found neither whore nor gigolo, either of the crack or non-crack variety. Returning at last to the hotel, we climbed into our respective ~~cots~~ beds and slept away the rest of the night.

Morning found us and we prepared to depart the absolute horror that is Tunica, and headed back to Memphis to see what the place was like in the daytime. Eventually we found the "magnificent" Peabody Place, and the "wonders" it beheld. Yes, those quotation marks are there for a reason, and I'm sure you can figure out what it is. There wasn't much to do there, other than wander through the few shops and eat food, and we decided to check out the Isaac Hayes' Restaurant, as Isaac is cool and his food would probably be good. It was not yet open, and we did not want to wait, so instead we headed to a pizza place of which I cannot remember the name...but I do recall that they also sold subs. We ordered a medium pepperoni and sausage, as well as an order of cheesesticks, as I rate a restaurant on how good their cheese sticks are. They get a 4/5 for the cheese sticks and a 5/5 for the pizza, so this was actually a pretty damn good place. The medium pizza was larger than the large pizzas at most other establishments - so much so that neither of us was able to eat even an entire half. Two slices of eight remained, and that's saying something.

Leaving the pizza shack, we attempted to find the arcade where supposedly fun could be had, but it was not listed on the directory. Instead, we went to the store section of the Isaac Hayes Restaurant, where Todd attempted to purchase a bottle of Mr. Hayes' fine BBQ sauce. Apparently the cash register was in a disorderly function status, much as many things were during this trip, and we were not able to force the cashiers to make it work (and they refused to use a calculator to figure out the total and change and ring it up later). While I waited for Todd to finish failing to complete his transaction, I noticed what appeared to be an arcade across the walkway, and lo and behold, contained therein was a DDR machine! 3rd Mix, for those who care, which I doubt are really that many of you. I was unable to play, however, as the arcade policy refused outside food and/or beverages to be allowed inside, and we still had the leftovers from the pizza joint. Also, they had some weird setup where you give them money and use points instead of tokens to play games, and it made no sense to our feeble minds.

We left Peabody Place, but not before stopping at the Hot Topic, where we marveled at the various wares on display. Also, the crazy cashier girl told us about the Earth Day Festival that was taking place that afternoon, but we ended up not really caring and just left. Todd suggested we try to find a place that sold apples (not the computer, the fruit) so we could continue that running gag and have something to eat. Personally, I'd have liked to start one or more of the apples on fire, but that didn't happen. Oh well. Fear the lighter anyway. We found a grocery store and purchased said fruit, but alas, they were actually from Cincinnati, OH - no Memphis or even TN apples were to be found. For shame.

It was time to say "screw this, let's go home" and so we gave the third symbolic figure to Memphis and headed back south....er, more south. The final highlight of this trip happened in Lucedale, where we attempted to fix the computer of a friend of Todd, which would not load Yahoo! ™©® Messenger ™©® for some reason. I, of course, fixed it in a matter of minutes, being the unbridled genius that I am. What's that you say? Ego...giant head...zip code? Why, I never!

Somewhere's abouts 8PM on Tuseday evening we reached the sanctity of the Gulf Coast again, and our journey ended. Thanks for putting up with me during these....*counts* croike! Five pages! I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.

So.....what did you do this past week/end?

Well, there's a bit of a load off...

Sat, 17 Apr 2004 19:25:34 GMT

Got an email from my mom a few minutes ago, she got her biopsy results and there are no signs of cancer *phew* Has an infection again but that can be cleared up relatively easily.

In other news, there isn't any. How about you?

Can't she just get a break?

Tue, 06 Apr 2004 00:30:15 GMT

Got a call from my Mom today...she was on her way to Minneapolis again...seems the bone infection she had before has resurfaced. Croike, every time seems thing to be starting to get better for her, something pops back up to bring her back down. It sucks. Hell, it depresses me, and I know she's feeling it ten times worse.

Apparently Mike (her fiancé) wasn't in town and thus couldn't take her there so she had to drive herself. I hope she made it there OK, and makes it back OK as well. I think Mike will probably go and bring her back home or something, so that should be good.

Bah @ technology

Wed, 31 Mar 2004 13:39:30 GMT

Don't you just love it when the ATM eats your withdrawal? Grr...

Now I get to wait for the bank office to open so I can call and complain...even tho I probably won't get it back

Grrr at bois.

Wed, 31 Mar 2004 00:31:34 GMT

See subject.

Bois....GAAH!

Sat, 27 Mar 2004 19:23:46 GMT

*imitates Buffy-End-of-Show-Credit-Monster* Grr. Argh.

So like, what's up with guys as of late? I'm getting incredibly paranoid that I'm losing my touch. That's not a good thing, especially when you're normally the unequaled master that I usually am. But things seem to be slipping lately.

Perhaps I should explain. I met this boi online a couple weeks ago, we'll call him Nate 'cuz that's his name . So last weekend, went over to his house and we hung out for a while,, watching "The Simple Life" on DVD - yeah I know, I was scared too, but never having seen any of it before, I was pleasantly surprised. 'Twas not nearly as horrifying as expected.

Anyhoo, we both seemed to have a good time and again surprisingly, had a kiss goodnite. I say 'surprisingly' because it seems that I usually go a bit further than that on a first date . Since then, however, it's been tough to get more than ten words from the boy.

Hmm well, I got him to say he'd call me tonite so maybe we'll see where that goes. Here's hoping *cheer*

On a completely unrelated note (two notes, actually)....Hooray! My car is now fixed and driveable and such. w00t!!! *drives around for no reason other than that he can* Secondly, I really need a job. Anyone have any offers?

PS: Yes, that IS what I'm listening to, if you recognize the song and/or artist. Bite me. It's addictive as fuck.

The Saga of My Car, part III

Fri, 19 Mar 2004 05:00:57 GMT

OK. Got the vehicles running (turns out the old man is even more senile than I thought, he just wasn't pressing the clutch while trying to start the truck - a truck he's had for TWELVE YEARS)

Anyway, brought my car into the shop, they fixed it and I picked it up today....only to find out the battery was basically completely dead. So we jumped it again and went to buy a new battery *le sigh* Got that taken care of and now it's at the local Chevy dealership, where they will hopefully soon repair the problem detailed in the recall notice. At least that is free.

However, the mechanics at the shop where they fixed the tire found a problem with the brake pads, so those need replacing. There's another $200 I don't have. Thankfully, my mom rules So she's sending me money to get that fixed and for some other various stuff. Hooray.

HOPEFULLY this will be the end of it for now. Still need to fix the A/C problem but that can wait a while I suppose.

Jeebus. Oh well, if my car will be in good working order now I'll be (relatively) happy. Now someone get me a good high-paying job!

The struggle continues....

Tue, 16 Mar 2004 22:44:51 GMT

More car fixin'. Yay. Or so we thought...

So today we tried to jumpstart my car so we could bring it in to have the wheel repaired and the relay kit installed. Hooked it up to the old man's truck. My car started; now the truck won't start. Then the car stopped. Now NONE of our vehicles will start.

Am currently waiting on AAA. Am currently supremely pissed off.

If it isn't one thing, it's another...

Mon, 15 Mar 2004 23:34:53 GMT

So yeah. My car is being intensely..........irritating.......today. FINALLY I go and get my flat tire repaired, get home and start to take off the donut I switched onto it Friday, and as I'm taking off the wheel nuts, what should happen but the FUCKING SCREW/CYLINDER/THING BREAKS OFF!!!

Now I'm probably going to need an entirely new rim for it. Jeebus. My car obviously is upset for me taking this long to fix it.

Today's lesson: Fix your car immediately. If you wait, it won't like it, and things will only get worse.

Oh here's something....

Fri, 05 Mar 2004 12:49:46 GMT

Everyone who read this should click this here link:

Save Our Constitution

Sign the petition. Pass it on.

Then go here:

Gay Bumper Stickers

Funny. Haha.

That is all.

Shit I'm going to end up burying stuff in posts tonite....

Sun, 29 Feb 2004 09:55:31 GMT

This was stolen from my dear Jopey. Enjoy.

12 Reasons Same-Sex Marriage Will Ruin Society</font>

1. Homosexuality is not natural, much like eyeglasses, polyester, and birth control are not natural.

2. Heterosexual marriages are valid because they produce children. Infertile couples and old people cannot get legally married because the world needs more children.

3. Obviously gay parents will raise gay children because straight parents only raise straight children.

4. Straight marriage will be less meaningful, since Britney Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage was meaningful.

5. Heterosexual marriage has been around for a long time, and it hasn't changed at all: women are property, Blacks can't marry wWhites, and divorce is illegal.

6. Gay marriage should be decided by the people, not the courts, because the majority-elected legislatures, not courts, have historically protected the rights of minorities.

7. Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are always imposed on the entire country. That's why we only have one religion in America.

8. Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people makes you tall.

9. Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets. because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage license.

10. Children can never succeed without both male and female role models at home. That's why single parents are forbidden to raise children.

11. Gay marriage will change the foundation of society. Heterosexual marriage has been around for a long time, and we could never adapt to new social norms because we haven't adapted to societal changes brought about by cars or longer lifespans.

12. Civil unions, providing most of the same benefits as marriage with a different name, are better, because a "separate but equal" institution is always constitutional. Separate schools for African-Americans worked just as well as separate marriages will for gays & lesbians.

(Thanks to the UF GSA for coming up with this)

Must post this as well....

Sun, 29 Feb 2004 09:36:41 GMT

Stolen from Richard

01. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
02. How long have you known me?
03. When and how did we first meet?
04. What was your first impression?
05. Do you still think that way about me now?
06. What do you think my weakness is?
07. Do you think I'll get married?
08. What makes me happy?
09. What makes me sad?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
14. Do you think I could kill someone?
15. Describe me in one word.
16. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger, weaker, or staying the same?
17. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
18. Are you going to put this on your live journal and see what I say about you?