Currently Gaming Phantasy Star 1 & 2 Plus By Sega of America, Inc. see related

People throughout time have tried to tell me who I am. Some said I was weird, others said I was completely normal. Some said I was kind, others said I was a dick. Some said compassionate, others said cold, vacant, and manipulative. Other nice words such as shy, loud, gentle, violent, materialistic, ascetic, contemplative, and rash have been used, among others. So what is true? None of them. And all of them. It really is funny how people will try and pin each other down in the small amount of contact we get, and how different people will describe the same person in completely opposite ways since they saw it at a different time, and in a different way. I think people are much happier when they can label everything, rather than accept it as multi-dimensional. I figure I have never truly opened to anyone, so how can all these people pin me down? All those things are true aspects, but they can't define a human.

I'm writing a new version of the "Hey Mister Lover" song. I dunno why, but I think I'm obsessed with that song. For those who don't know the story, a while back I had a dream that was a music video. It had a young couple in it dancing to this weird song. They weren't dancing that well, but they seemed so happy together it looked good. There were a few more scenes to this dream, but it's hard to describe. It involves the couple doing odd poses and such. Anyway, I was amazed when I heard this song playing in my head. The only lyrics I remember were the chorus, which was "Hey Mister Lover, gimme some sex." The first version was okay, but the new one is coming along a lot better.(not like I have a lot of experience writing songs. I think of a tune and make lyrics that go with it in my head) For some reason, I think I'll be writing different versions of this for a long time. It was such a damn cool song. It needs to be recorded. This has to be my coolest dream ever, with my Seinfeld musical dream about oatmeal coming in second.

My obsession of Phantasy Star Online has begun again. That can only mean good things, right?

Everything has been glowing lately. I feel I'm about to get a revelation from God. Nothing can go wrong. It seems to tell me a change is coming...this xanga won't be active much longer my friends...

Actually, I lie. This is bound to be the last real entry on this xanga. The new one is up and running. The new xanga is http://xanga.com/NomadTellUs , but can only be read if I subscribe to you. It probably won't be protected forever, and the first post I'm leaving open, but a lot of the stuff may be locked. Give me a holler if I haven't subscribed to you already. This is the profile pic for the new xanga:

It tells us that taking a picture while on drugs is a good thing.

Don't worry about missing content here. I may use it from time to time to store pics(though I don't really need it, I still have storage space), or other tests.

Currently Listening The Best Of The Doors By The Doors When The Music's Over see related

After a sickness that had been getting progressively worse and worse day by day, I feel better today. I tried a combo of weird remedies last night and went to bed around 9:30. I woke up feeling new again. It's about damn time. I've felt horrible.

Oh, and I guess some anger I exhibited a few days ago surprised some people. Actually, I was told their comments were "He really scared me." Oops. Luckily, it was at work, and towards a manager I really hate. But I got through it intact. I will try in the future not to scare anyone else. But we all know the phrase "Beware of the anger of a patient man," right?

Planning a trip soon. It'll be nice to get the hell out of this place for a while. I need a vacation.

Note: This next bit is for entertainment only...or is it?

I also challenge the No-Baron(aka Chris Stilwell, aka Scrunge, aka Butterbean, aka BFF(sorry, not explaining what that stands for)) to a match of my making. I plead with the DEF (Dead End Federation) to grant me the right to beat that man down in my own patented Poetic Justice Match. The Poetic Justice Match goes as follows.

1) All weapons are legal.

2) Nick is sexy.

3) Each must write a poem about the other.

4) To win the match, one must staple their poem to the other persons forehead.

Yes Chris, your days are numbered. I will batter that mass you call a body until it's no longer resembling a human. New orifices will be made to sustain your bodily functions. You think I'm too small to beat you. But you don't understand that I've been beaten before. Everyone knows of the classic battle I had with RR, also known as Fishlips. I took the beating he gave me with stride- no, with a smile on my face. But that's just it...my mania prevented me from remembering much of that battle! I left battered, bruised, and torn. But I was the one with a smile on my face. I couldn't help but laughing! I didn't feel a thing! But most of my blows didn't hit his face- and he left crying! Maybe he didn't have a black eye like he gave me. Or a huge knot on his forehead. And his shirt hadn't been torn to shreds. But my mania destroyed his pride. He tried shielding himself, and left with a few broken fingers. And he was never seen from again. I've broken a limb or two, but kept on going. I can't feel it when the only thing I'm focusing on is torturing your body, and ending your meaningless existence. You may be the No-Baron, but I'm The Big Toe, trained by none other than Domingo himself. I have no doubt you'll be hurting me to your best extent. You know me well- so you should know the pain I've sustain over years of heartache, torture, and physical thrashings will help me take you down. This match will be like a picnic for me. A picnic with a side of fine poetry. And maybe a glass of my favorite wine afterwards, some Pinot' Noir, to wash down the blood I have tasted and savored...every...last...drop.

Tonight Jamie taught me how to dance. Dimitri sat by clapping his hands totally out of the beat. I think Jamie is psychic...she knew something that was impossible for her to know. But she's also a wise one. She is teaching me a lot- and I don't mean in a dirty way. She likes the girls, though she has said many times she'd do me if I was wearing the purple shoes...

Something really cool happened tonight...but more on that later maybe.

About to go hang out with some people Gonna be another late night. I realized last night that I've missed really laughing, as only a few people truly can. (those being Ben, Goot, and John. I laugh so much I cry when around them. There are a few more, like Maria. She rocks.) Goot just said, "It's time to celebrate!" And dammit, he's right. Tonight is a night of vast celebration. Which I am getting off here to leave right now...

I tried calling you John- my mother said you called. But it was busy. We should hang sometime.

Out.