If you were tagged you have to write 10 strange quirky things about yourself...and tag 8 other people and say why...you tagged them.

1) I love anchoveys.  they are tasty cake.

2) I am a huge geek.  I play D&D, MtG, Heroclix, video games, draw, and other deviant things.

3) I own a stuffed chicken named "The Marquis De Clucks-a-lot"

4) I will eat strange things for money.

5) I own a picture of a mexican vampire drawn by a 6 year old. (I tresure it.)

6) I collect rubber duckys.

7) I'm a whore for anything Alice in Wonderland related.

8) I'm man enough to admit that I like Sailor moon.

9) I refuse to admit that "Ska" is infact dead.

10) I enjoy eating peanut butter and salami sandwiches.


1) Carolyn...  She's strange.  I likes her!

2) My Beth...  I love her head.  It's full of silly!

3) Mike V...  He's my homebay from geek town.

4) D-Money Drake...  He's large and frosty, and says the most quoteable things.

5) Lenny-tron...  The Hub of my main social group.  His opinion matters.

6) Liam...   His awnsers are guarintied "Priceless"

7) JJ...  Cause I want to see how he intergrates the number 42 into his answers.

8) Moblin Roblin...  Cause I misses her and want to hear her digital voice.

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It's official, I have been declared OFFICIALY Asian by to older Asian men I work with.  This is the greatest day of my life.

1. Who are you?

2. Are we friends?


3. When and how did we meet?


4. How have I affected you?

5. What do you think of me?


6. What's the fondest memory you have of me?


7. How long do you think we will be friends?


8. Do you love me?


9. Do you have a crush on me?


10. Would you kiss me?

11. Would you hug me?


12. Physically, what stands out?


13. Emotionally, what stands out?


14. Do you wish I was cooler?


15. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am I?

16. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.


17. Am I loveable?


18. How long have you known me?


19. Describe me in one word.


20. What was your first impression?

21. Do you still think that way about me now?


22. What do you think my weakness is?


23. Do you think I'll get married?


24. What makes me happy?


25. What makes me sad?

26. What reminds you of me?


27. If you could give me anything what would it be?


28. How well do you know me?


29. When's the last time you saw me?


30. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?

31. Do you think I could kill someone?


32. Have we ever had sex?


33. Do you miss me?


34. Do you think i miss you?


35. Are you going to put this on your MYSPACE and see what I say about you

At risk of sounding totaly Emo, I'm hella fucking depresed.
It's 1 in the morning, give or take, and not only is my body completely sore from Baking and Pastery class, but It also feels like my body is trying to abort and spiked Deamon fetus thats on fire.  P.S. I've been in this stomach churning pain for 3 days now.  And to top it all off with a nice big fuck you to the face, My girlfriend is at a party for a friend of ours, (A party I wish I could be at) and durring our nightly call she basically ignired me the whole time.  I understand she was busy, which is why I said, REPEATEDLY I might add, "Oh, I'll let you go. have fun sweety."  But she insisted I stay....to be continually ignored by her in favor of people she'd be spending the next many hours with.  I then did the only thing I thought reasonable (Seeing as it was basicaly a choice between continue being ignored AND taking Jess away from the party's full attention, or I could tell her I'm fine and going to sleep to forget my psyical ailments.)  I chose to Tell her I was fine and bid her goodnight.  Now, 2 hours later, still awake and more misserable than ever I chose to complain about it.  "Why diddn't you get mad?" you may ask. or maybe, "It's your own damn fault for letting her go!"  True.  But I would gladly give a give a pound of flesh to see someone smile, even for a moment. "The greatist thing one can to is sacrifice for someone else."  And so...missery.  Why to I turn to this emotionally devoid form of expresion you ask?  Ho Ho Ho, Why indeed...  Cause it's the only thing I can do..  I can't think of a single person online or whome I could call that would make me feel better in the slightest.  Irene tried, but sadly failed.  Sorry kid, I know you ment well.  And most of my male friend whome I'm speaking to at this very moment would do nothing but riddicule me endlessly.  Like I really need that shit right now.  The few people who I think WOULD help are Jess (not gonna happen: see above)   and a select few people who are currently at said party, so all that would do is get them all worried and then they would tell Jess, and she'd call me all sad, and the party would be ruined for her.  No, can't do it.  so...  That leaves me with choice 3 and 4. 3.) Suffer in silence, or 4.) Suffer out loud, but so no one will hear or care. Ding ding ding, we have a winner.  So I loudly proclaim...  "I am misserable for a number of reasons, a few or which could be fixed by making a simple phone call, but instead I choose to martyr myself, thinking I'm doing whats right."
I feel like I have an Ulcer and it's going to cry black tears of bile ans sulpher.

Night.

So, on my walk home today I stoped at a corner to take my hair down.  I shook it out, like I offten do, and the Transvestite hookers whistled and hooted at me!  I'm like "WTF!?!?"  Like I don't have enough indignitys in my life without having penis toting wo-mans hooting at me.  Arg.

Moving on..
I also saw a real sexxxy women. outside my apertment.  Two things though..
1.) Either she was a hooker. ( a very atttractive hooker at that.)
2.) Or just a lovely women with sexxxy boots and a very short skirt...with one catch: Either she had the back cut out (hench hooker) Or it was just stuck tucked up to far or somthing exposing her thonged rump.
Either was it was nice to see a REAL women and not a pretty man.

Nighty night.

It's somthing...

    FIRSTS

>First best friend: Joe Miller
>First car: 1997 Lexus  (God I loved that car)
>First date: Went to the movies with Sonja....AND her mom.  (Lame-o)
>First kiss: Sonja.  Looking back...wish it hadden't.
>First break up: Sonja, Sophmore year.  Also my 2nd, 3rd,4th, and 5th, breakups over 2 years.
>First screen name: -Cyan
>First self purchased album: Friends: The soundtrack
>First pets: Gizmo, my kittie.  Died 5+ years ago.
>First piercing/tattoo: None.....yet.   Plan on many tats
>First credit card: nope.
>First true love: Shannon. Unrequited.
>First enemy: Liam.  Sonja cheated on me with him, and him with me.  Now my ex-arch nemisis.
>First musician you remember hearing in your house:  Brian played his claranet one time.

LASTS


>Last cigarette: 1 Drag before the Iron chef project.
>Last car ride: Lenny gave me a ride to the train station.
>Last kiss: My Jessica before she left for Oregan. *cry*
>Last good cry:  When my fiance dumped my ass. (Shannon)   ...I mean, MEN DONT CRY!!!
>Last library book: Where the wild things are, Circa 1990.
>Last movie seen: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.  ...Azlan.... *looks up*
>Last beverage drink: Water. but that sucks, before that was Smirnoff Triple black.
>Last food consumed: Kettle corn
>Last crush: Jessica Compton.
>Last phone call: Irene
>Last time showered: Yesterday.  (Was about to just now)
>Last shoes worn: Shitty tore up sketchers for school.
>Last CD played: Ritrraw mix by DJ Razorclown.
>Last item bought: Joint merger to purchace:  Large pizza, 12 hotwings, 2 Pepsi ---- $21.95
>Last annoyance: Trying to program Warcraft 3 drunk.
>Last disappointment: Jessica going to Oregan for 3 weeks.  (Still there)
>Last time scolded: Last week (GET A JOB!)
>Last shirt worn: Plain....White....Polyester....
>Last website visited: MySpace, duh.

Maybe it's the stress of this CM project, but on my walk home tonight Polk seemed EXTRA sleezy.  The homeless were extra smelly, and very insistant.  I actually broke down and gave a guy fiddy' cen'.  The streets were filled to the brim with dredge, (Transvestites, hookers, transvestite-hookers, drug dealers, drug DO-ers, drug watchers, drug stealers, and people that recite spoken word poetry alound, LOUDLY, about scary things like sodomy).  While it was a pleasenty windy night, only the smell of urine was on the wind...  so yeah, suckyness for Nick.

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I hate the idea of Blogs.
I hate that I'm doing this.
I hate all of you.
Die.