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Whimpering wakes me;
Tooth fillings being jarred loose.
God damn these thin walls.

Does anyone have my blue scarf? Alicia used it to cover up the blue LED's on the front of my computer, then gave it to me, and I set it down somewhere, but it's nowhere to be found! I miss my scarf. I've had it for a long time. If you see my scarf, please let me know!

1) I just noticed that spunkyfaerie has the same birthdate I do.

2) Is it bad when you go to a frat party where you know it's not particularly legal to buy and drink booze and see one of your *current* highschool students?

3) I still don't know how to dance with a girl.

4) I haven't been updating my journal as much as I'd like, but on the bright side the quiz-whoring was only for one night...

5) I'm gonna start calling all the people I wanna see on the 17th.  I miss people.  Actually I miss getting people drunk.

6) A note for the guys: First rule about the 17th, we don't talk about the 17th...

7) I need more people on my LJ friends list.  Do we have friends out there with blogs not on LJ?

8) Alicia came up with this idea whereby the bottles of 151 would be placed in a conspicuous place at the party, and those who are caught in PDA's will be forced to drink a shot.  I'm gonna die.

English Genius You scored 92% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 93% Advanced, and 93% Expert!

You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go! Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it! For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 27% on Beginner You scored higher than 40% on Intermediate You scored higher than 42% on Advanced You scored higher than 82% on Expert

Link: The Commonly Confused Words Test written by shortredhead78 on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Hmmm... You scored 78% Cold and 46% Level-Headed!

You can kill a man, but don't hide the fact that you're ending a life from yourself. Look at the reality of that situation.

My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 91% on Cold You scored higher than 12% on Level-Headed

Link: The Can You Kill a Man? Test written by notmarkflynn on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Kinda neat dating someone again for the first time in 10 years. It's not really dating. It's really only at that embryonic stage where words can be a little awkward, and the butterflies are fluttering in the tummy. I get giddy and excited when she calls or leaves me an email. It's the same pretty girl I met working at Fright Nights. We flirt light-heartedly, while waxing poetic about our lives and our jobs and our insecurities. She's more a private person than I am, which seems hard to believe. She likes her space, so I don't call her too often, and I don't write her too often, just so I don't seem so overbearing or overeager, or so stalkerish. I hope it's a good approach. I like her. There seems to be so much possiblity. Like Alicia says, "It's all so new and shiny!". She called me tonight just to chat. Sigh...

...until now...here comes the obligatory cut'n'pasted section from someone else's LJ...

You are in no way supposed to feel obligated.

Step One - Make a post to your LJ with a list of ten holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fandom-related ("I'd love a icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for Harry Potter on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want. - Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, or link to this post so that the holiday joy will spread.

Step Two - Surf around your LJ to see who has posted a list. And now here's the important part: - If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use--or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free--do it. - You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf--to spread the joy. - There are no guarantees with this project, and no strings attached. Just...wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.


1. Electric sheet metal nibbler
2. Plasma cutter
3. 80 gallon 17+cfm air compressor
4. A new condo to offload my mom into
5. A full week of free time to work on the car and truck
6. A party where I can drink myself stupid and proceed to #7
7. To be the meat in a sex sandwich with two hot chicks
8. A job in the career field I have chosen
9. A huge multimillion dollar lottery prize
10. A sense of peace with all the things that have and have not done

I wanna stand up, I wanna let go
You know, you know, no, you don't, you don't...

Shane's semi-regular journal entry is a sham :D



With that out of the way, my complete lack of posting is indicative of my utter lack of anything interesting happening in my life the last little while, except how I've had the most interesting 3 weeks in recent memory. A couple of you know that Shane and I were up to no good working at Fright Nights at the PNE the last little while. We ran around scaring the living crap out of girls, boys, men, old ladies, dogs, you name it. I even got hit on by a couple of my students (!), molested numerous times by chicks who didn't give me their number, and was called out to fight a couple of times too. Bring it. If only I had pictures of my "prop" weapon. Imagine three 3-foot lengths of chain, all connected together on a 9" handle of iron pipe. We took it to a pumpkin the last night, cracked it in half in one shot, just about shattered it after the second. "Prop" baby :D

However, the big news is how I've finally started getting a little more comfortable talking girls up and seeing where things go. Got shot down by one girl; she was cool and we chatted a lot, but I didn't know/wasn't sure she had a boyfriend, asked her out to coffee, and got ignored for the last week of Fright Nights :D Good thing I started talking to more people. There was one girl there I figured I'd never have a chance with, super pretty, beautiful brown eyes, heart-melting smile, long wavy auburn hair...sigh... Things get going, we actually got talking, and by the last night at the wrap party we hung out with other people for 2 solid hours when she really didn't need to be there. We spent the last week swapping text messages back and forth, and she asks me out for brunch! So I show up at the coffee house at 10 this morning, and both of us are expecting to be a couple of hours of sit down cinnamon bun munching with slightly awkward silences. She's super cute with this toque on sipping her tea. We start chatting about everything and nothing and before we know it it's 11:30. We shrug it off, continue onwards with the chatting and it's suddenly 2:30! I need to be somewhere at 3:15 but I just can't leave. I'm hypnotized by her intelligence and beauty and just can't bear to not chat more with her, to find out more about her... We finally split after 5-1/2 hours of sitting at the same table. I swear the people at the coffee shop were like "5 hours, no kissing, and all they buy is a tea, a coffee and 2 fuckin' cinnamon buns?"...

But of course I still haven't told her about all facets of my life, and I know I'm going to have to give her the full story sooner rather than later; she tells me she has trust issues with people. Not being proactively honest is going to doom this thing I think. So I know what needs to be said; it's all about summoning up enough courage to risk it all. I really really really really REALLY hope she's as mature as I think she is... if not, I'm gonna miss not staring into her eyes...

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...SoaD. I brought my pipe along, the one that I haven't actually used in at least 3 years, probably 4. I figure it's System, should get a little high...and then I started worrying about how to get the fuckin' pipe in. For those who don't know, it's this nice little pipe called a Protopipe. It's a large chunk of brass, solid permanent screen, swinging bowl cover plate/handle, a little poker stick and a small storage cylinder. It's a great pipe, doesn't get hot, has a good weight to it, makes me feel manly because of it's more industrial look than holding a flowery glass pipe...It's great! Until you have to sneak it into a concert...

We're walking from BK (Where I swear I lost my housekey at) to the Coliseum, and on the way I suddenly realized that I'm gonna get frisked. Fil's great suggestion? Put it in the ass crack...well I didn't tell them but how the fuck is it going to stay there when I'm commando?! I would have, I swear to God, but I can't walk when my ass cheeks are perpetually clenched. I'll stuff it in my shoe. I can do that. I decided to wear my steel-toes knowing where I was going to possibly end up during the show. There's lots of room. Well FUCK. It hurts to walk with an irregular shape object in your shoe. Rocks are one thing, pipes are another. At least it wasn't glass...

And the security check? The guy didn't even give me the nut-grab...

We completely missed the opening band...Hella? Who gives a shit...Mars Volta? WOOOOOT. They started and ended their set with the same song, kind of like sandwiching in everything that was them musically within one song. That's so something they would do. The singer's fuckin' awesome with the mic/stand tricks...and did you see the funky stylized person in their backdrop? With the colours and the lights, it was like one minute they cartoon guy was there, the next, he was zooming off into the tunnel behind the band...or maybe I was just *really* stoned...

After Mars Volta finished, I was sitting by the railings, so baked I could barely keep my head from lolling back and forth. The drool wasn't escaping, but damn that was some good shit Eric had on him. As I sat there trying to keep my body from separating from my legs, I noticed that the railing I was leaning against was not zap-strapped to the others. I called Fil on the phone; he wanted to try to bust onto the floor. I couldn't quite figure out if he could hear me or not, but I told him that if he was going to try to get onto the floor, this would be the best way cause all you do is hop over and push through the railing instead of having to hurdle 2 railings. Seconds later, I had a contingent of like 6 security guards around me. That's tight security.

SoaD rocked. I told my self I wouldn't go into the pit. I've got a brand spanking new pair of glasses that make me look really good. Can't break them. Can't break them. SoaD WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT. Into the pit I go. Shit. I blame Dan. If he of the soft melon is going into the pit, so will I. Into the stinking sweaty masses. I am always in awe at home short and small I am compared to the wildebeests in the pit. How I survive, I will never know...At one point, and this is my favourite part of the show, they were playing Toxicity, and everywhere I looked around me the bodies were flying; people were smashing heads together, elbows were flying, angst was thick, and there I was, standing in the eye of the storm, the swirling maelstrom leaving me with a perfectly unobstructed view of the entire stage...I felt like Jesus.

After the show, all I remember was being really cold. It's usually the case when your shirt is drenched (with other people's sweat...ewwwwwww...) and it's nipply out. And then I run into a guy I met at Sincity. Friends with the girl I was hitting on. The one I didn't get the number from. The one I swear was really diggin' me but was waiting for me to say the right things. The one I was kicking myself in the ass for because I didn't get her number. The one I was smacking myself in the head for when I reinterpreted some of the things we talked about the day after. I got her number. Now I just have to not sound like a stalker ;)


Now for the requisite quiz. These damn quizzes are always so semi-accurate...

You scored as Marius. You are the quiet cool. You are so mellow people are lulled into a false sense of security. When you are pissed god help anyone who crosses you? </td> Marius 92% Blade 92% Dracula 83% Armand 75% Louis 75% Deacon Frost 75% Lestat 58% Akasha 50% Spike 50% Angel 42% Whose your Vampire personality? (images) created with QuizFarm.com