Sunday, February 13, 2005

   As The Last Light Drains.
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Erin- The thoughts in my head are long and confusing so.. at least everything matches up. :P

Eh, I myself don't like harming animals purposely. I always have felt a deep empathy with animals and have tried to help them when possible, but.. that's sort of the point. I don't feel any empathy or kinship with the most popular "pro-animal" movements. They come off as aloof and silly sometimes, lol [especially PETA], So, I strive to just help animals in my own little way when the opportunity is given to me.

Yeah. That was one of the better results from that run of quizzes. :P

P.S. Sure thing, mi amiga. IM me sometime and I'll pipe it to ya.

Irish- I am very interested in weaponry. The specifications, the technology, the tactics- it's all quite interesting to me. ^_^

Yeah, that vegetarian seemed to have been mislead by her friend into thinking that about pre-Flood times. I always wanted to try out hunting. I'm curious about it, you could say. I've never been on a real camping trip either, hm. Well, I mean, one I can remember. I apparently went on a camping trip when I was 2 but that is a wee bit too early for my memories. I think eating Bambi and Thumper would be a cool thing to try out. =)

Yeah, I listened to the original alot when I was 11-12 for uh. Well it's a good song, yeah. My grandfather [now father] is obviously into oldies, so that is one of the main things I have been exposed to over my life, lol.

Revolving restaurants are pretty neat. Ritzy, though. =/

Yeah. That story is.. my current viewpoint on what my life has been and will be.

Napoleon Dynamite does indeed rock! Hmm, people don't usually match me on quizzes. You must be a kennish type of person. o.o *peers at you*

Yeah, that opening was amusing to me for some reason. <_<;;

Lily- OMGRO~!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on. Leave the History to us nerds and lesser geeks. Just move along, little lady. Jk, jk. :P

Yay! The Great Depression! That's a pretty neat time. =)

*hugs*

Freya.

Humanity has several interesting traits. One of the key ones is the fact that we are very prone to abusing things. Long, tired discussions on the OtakuBoards centering around religion or drugs often overlook the fact that, on paper, anything can look to have positive traits. Once in the hands of a person, however, the reality can be quite different. I'm not really sure why we have this trait but it is one that has been recognized by wise people for many centuries. The most common example most of you would be familiar with is the Bible. It repeats over and over the need of self control. Self control in sexuality, in material things, in life itself. While this is spiritual in nature, it is a very practical advice. As most of us are younger people I suppose the most common things that we could be tempted to abuse are pretty typical- sex and drugs. You probably have your own opinions on both of those subjects and I hope you have chosen the opinion that is best for you. Personally I have a romanticized, idealistic view of sex and a indifferent opinion on drugs.

I just wish people in those discussions would realize that all of that is meaningless. People will abuse anything, really. You can fantasize about a world where, somehow, the things you speak of won't be abused but.. it will always happen. So, like with marijuana, no matter how legalized it is and no matter how much you teach people not to abuse it, they will. That's the type of creature you are dealing with, a curiously weak-willed creature.

Well, marijuana is something a little closer to home than most drugs [except for alcohol]. It was sort of how I came into this world *weird look*. So, I'm not that positive about it. I leave the anti-drug and pro-drug rhetoric to the people who have that sort of time on their hands.

A Shogun named Marcus.

Feels like a disease is consuming my soul inside, eating away everything that is there. Dark plagues of apathy are sexy, maybe even sexi.

Know what I can't do, I can't, for the life of me, read back chat logs from any era anymore. That's.. not me, lol. That's not me at all. That arrogant, cold jerk isn't me. People seem to not understand how powerful simple emotions can be on the way you word your sentences. I'm really, really sorry that I'm really, really not sorry. Anyone, anywhere who has the first impression of me that includes me being a pompous, arrogant jerk- my bad. Think you know someone from a conversation, a sentence. You don't. Who I am is not nearly as interesting or complex as I'd like to think I am. I'm some sort of broken down car trying desperately to shift into a higher gear. Maybe like a cat with no claws who can only bear his fangs anymore. Something like that, yeah. But, you know what. I have see just a tad, just a bit more than my years. Judge me by my age [it's 16 just in case you're a tone-deaf acquaintance who knows nothing about me] and you are mislead, just a bit. I'm not really as wise as I'd like to be, but in comparison to people I'm.. not really as wise as I'd like to be. Take some time, just you know.. a little time out of your schedule to know me before you think you know me. Maelstroms of evil emotions, gasp. How cliche.

But yeah. I started off in front of people as a guy speaking in noob speak, moved on to being an apathetic, emo junkhead and finally evolved into a holier-than-thou pseudo-sage. Now I've evolved into someone that honestly, at least right at this moment, finds all of that to be really, really boring. And it could be, just maybe, a little overdone. A wee bit. So, I'm not that cool. Not that wise. I might be smart, but I've squandered it around, reading about nations and things that only eccentric wanna-be historians care about. No great works here, no water to wine. I could use some alcohol though, get rid of this raging desire to do some serious harm to my epidermis. But, let's say no to either- as I don't have any good alcohol and, at the moment, I don't feel like turning the carpet around this chair into a serene color of sanguine. I'm not really sure who I am, but I know who I'm not- I'm none of *those* people, not anymore.

This is mainly comin' from the fact that some people I might have wanted to meet have, somehow, already gotten a first impression of me. Huh, you don't say. But, that doesn't really matter. Not much does, at the moment. Got a nice apathetic feelin' goin on, it's cooooooo man. Jussss chillllll. Ah, well. Doesn't matter. Not like *they* will read this. Dear you people, OMGWTF YOUR INFORMATION IS SEVERAL MONTHS OLD, LOL. Signed, Kenneth A. Howell.

Fucking walking corpses. That's what I used to call those types of people, you know. People who are worthless hulks of organic material, wasting the air around me by existing. I had a genuine *need* to kill them with *something*. Knives, guns, fists, ropes. It was Ken with the Rope in the Library. I guess I can't anymore. I'm passed those *dramatic music* angry, teen years. So, they're just misinformed. Misinformed by people who should have known better than to misinform them.

Then again, who knows the full story here? I don't. Lol, I sure as hell don't. So, I suppose I've come to the distinct, unique and utterly intelligent conclusion that it doesn't matter. As a matter of fact, it's time to close out this section with some confusing, unrelated dribble.

Dear Diary,

Today I ate my own arm. It felt warm, zesty. Blood was kinda like a thin pasta sauce just.. saltier. It could have used some more cheese.

But, then again, it can *always* use some more cheese.

Love,
Armless Jon.

To keep you warm.

Welp, that felt good.

Anyway, what's new in the life of Ken? F'ed up sleeping habits, for one. It's almost 7 AM and you know what that means- TIME FOR BED! =D Nah, I kid. I think I'm going to try to pull an allnighter so I can adjust my sleeping habits to semi-normal. Other than that, logic sucks sometimes. It sucks alot. No need for the story behind that statement just take my word for it. Been listenin' to some good old fashioned rock lately from the likes of Clutch and Kyuss. You've prolly never heard of them, but they are some nice rock bands. Clutch is still around but Kyuss broke up in '95 I think. Songs still rule though. Been driving some more lately, avoiding car wrecks is kind of hard when you are a fast driver. But, I'll slow down eventually. Yee-ap. Sure will.

Aside from that, welcome to Boresville. Population : Me.

Empty fossil.

Valentine's Day is here, yay. There are various types of people you will meet when talking about this holiday. Let's identify a few of them.

The Pissed Teenager- Has had a short but unsweet history with the holiday. Usually has darker tones to his/her avatar or banner and seems to be very pessimistic about romance. Often mistaken for an emo-kid.

The Pissed Pre-Teenager Has had no experience with the holiday but is determined to convince everyone that it is really going to suck. I mean really, really going to suck. Often has signatures full of smiley-faces or sentences constructed in stereotypically pre-teenage ways. Often mistaken for a Pissed Teenager.

The Quiet Optimist- S/he likes Valentine's Day. Date or no, it's still a good holiday. Probably will provide you with some of those little candy hearts or a nice little greeting card.

The Frugal Outsider- They don't have much experience with love, but who the hell would spend hundreds of dollars on someone they love with all their heart? I mean, jeez. How crazy can people get.

The Not-So-Frugal Insider- They have had experience with love and are, for some reason, broke right now. If asked why they are broke, they just grin at you oddly.

The Intelligent Lobbyist- "Why the hell do we have a holiday set aside for something like love?! I mean, god. That's silly. I can show my love 365 days a year, 7 days a week and it is as l337 as ever. Silly cows. *quietly chews on a little candy heart* *sideglance, sideglance*"

The 'Commercialism Is Bad' Lobbyist- "Why the hell do we have a holiday set aside for something like love?! I mean, god. That's silly. It's turned into this corporate wasteland, anyway! All those cards, flowers, candies. What a joke." Often mistaken for an Intelligent Lobbyist.

The Romantic Preachers- "All you need is love. ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE! *sings* All you need, all you need, all you need is love, love, love. For you and me, and me and you all you need is love. Dancing through the streets we sing, we sing a song that is so sweet! So sweet, so sweet. And it goes: All you need is LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. All you need is LOVEEEEEEEEEE. Skip with us for we are merry, skip with us for we are merry and we sing a song, song, song so if you feel it sing along, long, long. And it goessssss: ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. All you need is LOVEEEEEEEE. Horray! Horray! We're bringing you love *today*!" Often mistaken for a Crazy Person.

The "Love Sucks!" Preachers- "Love, love, love. *sings* Love is pain, love is sadness.. love will make you eat your heart, love will make you choke and fart. Love, love, love. We hate love. We hate love. We hate love. Spread the hatred round and round, round and round, round and round. Make them all cry and frown, cry and frown, cry and frown. Love, love, love. Love is not what you need, no. Love is not what you need."

The Indifferent, Normal People- "What the fuck is all that singing about? *peers outside*" Often mistaken for a Victim Of All The Other Eccentric People.

The Rebel Without A Cause- "Commercialism sucks. The whole holiday sucks. Commercialism has been imposed upon me by your conformist society. I will shed the straining shackles of commercialism and quietly rebel. REBEL, MY FRIENDS. Against.. the.. establishment..!"

The Satirical Opportunist- "I'm so original! I'm so witty! Hohoho. Mocking a whole thread of people on OtakuBoards was such a good idea. Hmm.. This beef jerky is *really* good. Hm?... !!! OH MY GOD THEY ARE HEARING MY THOUGHTS!"

The Legitimately Pissed Teenager- Has good reasons for being pissed, unlike the Pissed Teenager. People usually wish the luck, or wish them hope but they are too pessimistic to notice. Often heard growling and muttering about things.

With this handy guide, you can identify what type of Valentine's Day Person *you* are. Pass it along! Read it and laugh. Cry and distress over the fact that that day is here. But whatever you do, don't forget to eat a candy heart.

*flips you a candy heart* There. You're all covered.

Hello, I've waited here for you.

That's it. That is all.

P.S. Fu Manchu= the rock.

P.P.S. GO SPURS.

P.P.P.S. What your reaction should be when you see that I've updated. Hahaha, jk.

P.P.P.P.S. Time for that all nighter. Goooood morningggg vietnam!
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