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Meme from some girl on last.fm.

Put your music player of choice on shuffle, and then write down the first 20 songs that come up and at the end of each title add 'In My Pants'. Bold the best ones. Laugh hysterically. Pass it on.

1.) Thousand Foot Krutch - When In Doubt In My Pants
2.) Cake - Hem Of Your Garment In My Pants
3.) New Found Glory - Dressed To Kill In My Pants
4.) Cake - Stickshifts and Safety Belts In My Pants
5.) Sugar Ray - Every Morning In My Pants
6.) Pinback - Fortress In My Pants
7.) Army Of Me - Going Through Changes In My Pants
8.) Musical Blades - Drink Drink Drink In My Pants
9.) Body Rockers - I Like The Way You Move In My Pants
10.) All American Rejects - Dirty Little Secret In My Pants
11.) Fountains of Wayne - Peace and Love In My Pants
12.) DC Talk - In The Light In My Pants
13.) Smash Mouth - I'm A Believer In My Pants
14.) Audio Adrenaline - Rejoice In My Pants
15.) Gershwin - I Got Rhythm In My Pants
16.) Sugar Ray - Answer The Phone In My Pants
17.) Self - Stay Home In My Pants
18.) Fountains of Wayne - You're Just Never Satisfied In My Pants
19.) Sanctus Real - Alone In My Pants
20.) Cake - The Guitar Man In My Pants

Meme janked from... well, from several people, but anord did it first.

Name ten of life's simple pleasures that you enjoy, then pick ten people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used.

1. Dagorhir and everything that goes along with it, but mostly the fact that I get to swordfight.
2. That satisfied feeling you get when you finish something long and hard, and you know you can go and do something fun now.
3. Straightening out n00bs on forums.
4. Getting over my writer's block by listening to El's music.
5. My livejournal icons. Especially t3h cutez0r kihee. OMGONOZ!
6. My Webcomics.
7. Hugging someone who actually hugs back.
8. Waking up to see snow on the ground on a school day.
9. The Internet: The BWE, Homestarrunnner, Red vs. Blue, Fiction Press, Google, GMail, Apple.com/trailers, Urban Dead, Stupid Videos, NaNoWriMo, Wikipedia, Kingdom of Loathing, Flashplayer, Waterman, Weebls Stuff, Albino Blacksheep, eBaum's world, I-Am-Bored.com, I Think, Websnark, The Watchtower of Destruction, Bark Like A Fish, PostSecret, Overheard In New York, Bluntmation, PureVolume, The Quotations Page, HowStuffWorks, ComingSoon.net, Addictinggames.com, The Uncyclopedia, T-Shirt Hell, SoYouWanna, MapQuest, Crimson Room, Merlin's Revenge, YUCKLES, Voodoo Football, Muted Faith, TheForce.net, The Mechanical Contrivium, 3D Logic, and many, many others.
10. My friends. I love you all so much.

And 'das it. A little piece of me. Anybody who wants to try, I dare you. Go for it.

Random observations.

My father wrote 'Ragnarok' on my calendar, over the 18th-25th of June, but spelled it 'Rag N Rock'. This vexes me.

I've been seeing more and more dead possums/armadillos/cats by the sides of the road lately, due to the increased heat. This means that I, due to my uncanny animal magnetism, am probably due to hit another furry, cute mammal sometime soon. *Sigh*

If you can help it, don't fall in love with someone with radically different music tastes from you. She'll mention a band you don't really like, but then you'll start to identify that band with her, and eventually it'll all end with an annoying song stuck in your head and you'll like it.

90 degree weather. In May. I may die.

Homestarrunner has been slow on the updating lately. *Hisssssss*

Razael the Unforgiving of Luk Savat has not e-mailed me back about travel arrangements, and it's been several days.

People think that rushing into having sex will make you closer to the person you like, but in reality it just makes it harder to be really close to them.

I need to learn to sleep with my eyes open. The advantages of this are twofold. Number A: The illusion of paying attention while you're really catching up on sleep. Number B: Freaking people out when you really are asleep.

Have I mentioned how hot it is?

I am terribly, uncontainably excited.

I am excited because I, Geoff, and Sethy dearest have now pre-registered (and paid!) for the honor of driving eleven hours away to an obscure little campground in Ohio, where we will spend eight days sleeping in a tent, fighting off armies of bugs, and cooking our own meals over a little pissant burner.

Why, you may ask?

Because there will also be parties, revels, wrestling matches, tournaments, duels, and slave auctions.

Because there will be epic medieval battles.

Because I'll get to use a sword, an axe, a glaive, a spear, a flail, a javelin, or a bow and arrows.

Because I'll be making friends with elves, orcs, faeries, dwarves, drow, cat-people, angels, demons, and the like.

Why, you may ask again (as my mother did)?

Because I've wanted to do something like this my entire life. Because the Wizard Needs Food, Badly.

It's going to be so much fun.

Frikkin'. Awesome.

OMG!

I GOT OUT OF THE PHYSICS EXAM!

I AM COMPLETELY DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL!

LIKE... ALL HIGH SCHOOL!

THIS DESERVES ALL CAPS!

W00T!

Something is stalking me.

It's methodically hunting me at every turn, popping up to hit me again when I least expect it, keeping me cornered in a quiet little cage of abject awe. The worst part, however, is that you'll laugh when you hear about it.

You will, I promise.

You ready for it?

It's the number 23.

Yes, I'll let you take a moment to let the hysterical urge to snicker uncontrollably subside.

...

You done yet? Good.

I noticed it first several months ago, over Christmas break. I thought it was my imagination at first, because it tended to happen late at night. But when I'd go to bed, the last time I'd remember seeing on the clock would be 10:23. Or 11:23. (Nowadays, it tends to happen at 12:23, 1:23, or 2:23, but that's not the point of this rant.) Then it got worse, happening at random times during the day. I'd look at the clock and see 4:23, 7:23, or 9:23.

I tended to ignore it at the beginning. It was a coincidence, I was convinced.

Now? No way. The number 23 is after me, man. I see it everywhere. Digital clocks, on websites, numbers on school assignments, and the backs of peoples' soccer jerseys.

I mentioned this to my mother, and she laughed. I think she thought I was joking. I didn't crack a straight face and told her that this wasn't a laughing matter; I was serious, dangit. She just kept chuckling, then, but later I showed her.

"Hey look!" I said the next time it attacked.

She shrugged and grinned.

After this happened a good, solild dozen times over the next two days, she wasn't chuckling anymore.

"How are you doing that?"

I simply shrug. "I told you. It's after me, mom."

This LJ entry by siln is just about the funniest thing I've seen in an extremely long time.

Just... read it. Many kudos to anyone who gets the joke. Hehehehehe...

ZOMGKITTENSMEWMEWMEW! -Collin

Life is terrible. I’m asking for my money back. -megaGAMERZ3133T

Thus is the paradox of my life.

Man, I am so jazzed about Ragnarok (And, specifically, the possibility of getting to see anord there. *Smile*).

There is, however, about seven or so weeks of high school to navigate before I can even think about that happening (Plus I have to decide which college I'm going to as of yesterday, and I'm having trouble settling on one defenitively. *Bleh*.) Which frustrates me slightly.

Y'see, school is tiring. It's not really too terribly hard, it just eats up a terrible amount of my life. You can't do anything else while school is in session. It's ridiculous. Seriously. Along with soccer, my every waking moment is filled with endless tedium of assignments and routine.

This week the zipper pull on my trapper broke. It was just this tiny little piece of bendy rubber that attatched by a metal circle to the zipper, but it had always been there, for my entire high school experience, and I suppose when I needed to get my pencil out for the 30,000th time, it simply couldn't take it anymore and snapped off in my hand.

I sat motionless for a moment, simply staring at the piece of rubber in my hand, then (for some reason) stuck it in my pocket and attempted to get on with my life. It was not the time to worry about such things; Mr. Davis was already beginning to ramble about The Great Depression.* It turns out, however, that it's remarkably difficult to operate the zipper when there's nothing to grip, so when I get home, I ask my mother for a zipper pull.

She just looks at me. "A zipper pull?"

"Yeah." I pantomime the action of pulling a zipper back and forth. "Mine broke."

She looks flustered for a moment, then leans over, digs in a drawer, and after a moment, comes up with a big paperclip and hands it to me.

"Here, use this, honey."

It's my turn to look flustered. "This?"

"You have any better ideas?"

"Well... no. But I was kind of hoping that you would."

She laughs at this. "Sweetie, I think the paperclip will work just fine."

This is the first episode of the decay, I'm convinced. Finishing my senior year is not going to be one of those "Crossing the finish line on a sprint" things. It's going to be one of those "Fall down and happen to roll across the finish line."

I am so screwed.

*Everybody's like "Hoover! Help us! We starve!", but Hoover says giving out handouts breaks the spirit of America, but then when FDR comes along he's all like "Screw it, the American people are responsible, giving them stuff won't make them reliant on government handouts." ...Right.

This meme is totally stolen from anord, but hey, what are friends for if not to steal from to fill space in your Livejournal?
So, thus we begin.
Rules. Ask a bunch of questions, use iTunes (or your prefered equivalent) on Shuffle to answer the questions. We'll see how this goes.

1. How does the world see you? Thousand Foot Krutch – Puppet
…Aaaaand we’re apparently not off to a very good start. But am I the singer, (who’s already ‘cut off his strings’) or the one he’s singing about? *Shrug*. Who cares?

2. Will I have a happy life? Verve Pipe – Never Let You Down
No idea how this relates. Probably because it doesn’t. Cool song, thought.

3. What do my friends think of me? DC Talk – Collide
“I, I collide / Love is an illusive state of mind / Know there's something else it’s supposed to be.” I’m… not easy to get close to? Or something? No clue.

4. Do people secretly lust after me? Jet – Take It or Leave It
Hmm… I guess not. Don’t know whether to be glad or disappointed about this…

5. How can I make myself happy? Relient K – Pressing On
Okay, I guess this one makes some sense. I should keep pressing on, apparently. “Somewhere back there I left my worries all behind.” Sounds pretty good to me.

6. What should I do with my life? Mozart – Divertimento
…Yo no se nada.

7. Will I ever have children? Fountains of Wayne – Little Red Light
*Sigh*. I have no idea what this means.

8. What is some good advice for me? New Found Glory – Hit or Miss
I would just post a line from the song for this question, but the whole thing’s in first person. Whatever.

9. How will I be remembered? Audio Adrenaline – Blitz
That I was… forceful and direct, I guess. This is weird…

10. What's my signature dancing song? Sanctus Real – Deeds
Not really something you can dance to. Good lyrics, though.

11. What's my current theme song? Rammstein – Du Hast
This weirds me out. Dunno if it means something or not…

12. What do others thinks is my current theme song? Relient K – When I Go Down
Woah. Harsh. Maybe accurate, though. Who knows?

13. What will they play at my funeral? New Found Glory – Ex-Miss
Wow. That’s absolutely horrible. This song has lines like “Why do I only remember the bad times we had?” and “Another year, this time I'll regret that I spent too much time and money on you.” Windows Media Player hates me, apparently.

14. What type of guy/girl do I like? Audio Adrenaline – Rejoice
The… happy kind? Heh. I guess. In any case, this song, too, is really cool. 

15. How's my love life?  FM Static – Hold Me Twice
“Tired of missing you.” Hmm. Quite possibly.

Yes, I'm posting again so soon because I'm bored.

No, I can't explain the adorable kitty icon. (Except that... d00d... isn't it just the cy00test?)

I don't really have a problem with taking the garbage out late at night. It's just something that has to be done, and as far as chores go it's fairly simple and non-repugnant, so it's a good thing to do if I want to create some 'Evan-did-something-helpful' triggers in my mother's brain. It's usually cold and dark, and I'm usually tired, but all it really requires is grabbing the garbage can and rolling it down the hill to the road on Thursday nights so the truck will pick it up when they come by Friday morning.

Unfortunately, I have a long driveway.

Now, living a mile away from the nearest neighbor has obvious advantages. You never get woken up by raucous partying at three in the morning, except when your brother stays up too late taking pictures of himself to show to his MySpace harem (seriously... he has an entourage of about twenty or so hot girls who fawn all over him; it boggles the mind).

Unfortunately, it also means that when I take the garbage down at 11:00 at night, I have about a quarter-mile walk in the almost perfect darkness. On the way down it isn't so bad. The trash can smells slightly and bumps along behind you, making horrendous rattling noises as its hard, plastic wheels hit the myriad of tiny potholes in the crappy asphalt of our driveway (which we paved a very long time ago, meaning that the last time that it looked nice and drove smooth, George Bush Sr. was president), and all of this creates a general racket that keeps your mind off how cold and dark it is.

But then the trip back up is bad.

I always start back up jogging slightly, because it's cold and I want to get back inside.

The problem with doing this is that it's very dark and very quiet, and therefore inherently rather creepy. So as soon as I start running, I immediately get the irrational feeling that something is chasing me. It's nothing that you would call full-blown fear... just a feeling.

So, of course, I run a little faster. This seems like the natural thing to do. Unfortunately, it is also extremely counterproductive.

Because, of course, the faster I run, the more I feels like I'm fleeing from some horrible furry monster with acid spit and large, nasty teeth. If it bites me something nasty will undoubtedly happen. Messily devoured. Turn into a wererat. Scurvy, at least.

So, of course, by the time I get up to the house, I'm running as fast as I can in wide-eyed terror, and I burst in through the back door gasping for air.

Then, of course, my mother gives me a look. Which, if you think about it, is really funny...

*Ahem*

...Testing? Testing? Is this thing on?

*Bangs microphone.*

Alright, let's do this Livejournal posting thing!

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Dang. Apparently I have to post something, huh?

Anyway. OMGKneefersIsPostingAgain! This is a new post just to kickstart the old journal, which I have retooled and everything because I was a little bored.

So, to break a bottle of wine on the hull once again (figuratively speaking, of course), I leave you with a quote.

"It's a good thing we have gravity, or else when birds die they would just stay right up there. Hunters would get all confused." -Mutedfaith.com

Hehe. Y'know you love it. I'm gonna have to post a lot of those, they make me giggle...

Qixotic. Adj. (kwik-sot-ik) 1.Caught up in the romance of noble deeds and the pursuit of unreachable goals; idealistic without regard to practicality. 2. Capricious; impulsive.

Yeah, so I looked it up. Sue me.

How do I even start this stupid thing? Not even sure what I'm doing this for, so read at your own risk.
...
Right.
Take this as a test entry, just to get the ball rolling.

Lessee.
Mood? I have to choose a mood? Why? If I just came up to you at school or something I wouldn't preface any conversation we were having by saying something like, "I'm feeling rather predatory and quixotic right now. Aren't you?"
Gimme a break.
Quixotic? That's so weird. Most of the other set moods are things like "tired" or "angry" or even "hungry".
But "quixotic"? Is there a single human being left on the planet (besides the guys who run dictionary.com, I mean) who actually knows what that means?
Geez.
Just for that, my mood will always be "quixotic." Just to show them.
Hah.