Monsters From the Id

School is cool!

2005-08-24T09:10:00.000-07:00

My first day was a blast, I missed MCC so bad. My Jazz and Popular Music teacher is really awesome, laid back and has no reservations about saying "mother fucker" in class. Public speaking should be fun, I get to write a lot which I will enjoy. Math is OK, the first section is word problems, not my best area. I went in for US History 1870 -Present, they still didn't have a teacher lined up, no one even had their books because there is no teacher to tell us what to bring. So today I am going to switch my schedule so I can have Mr. Ohl again, best history teacher ever. Last year while on the subject of the Civil War he told some redneck in my class to stop professing states rights was the subject. "Ok why did the states cecede? Because they felt they had the right, because they felt threatened by the North. Which subject did they feel threatened over... SLAVERY!"

Thursday I go in for fencing, I'm going to get cut up because I didn't take it in the summer.

Place title here...

2005-08-18T14:13:00.000-07:00

Last night I gave my two week notice in at my work. For too many reasons, mostly because it was a distance from school, and I would have to carry a change of clothes monday, wednesday, and friday, plus 4 college text books and food. That's just too much shit. I helped Robert move in Monday, he's got a cool pad. It's closer to my house than his parent's home so that's sweet. I'm rarely hanging out with Bobby, kind of sucks I'd like to hang out with just him but Monica insists on inviting herself along. I don't know what he sees in her, they don't listen to the same music, she treats his family like shit even thought they are letting her live with them, and insults his friend, and just bitches when she doesn't get her way. Bobby is probably one of the most handsome persons I know, and he could get a girl with a much better attitude and looks if he tried. He doesn't give himself enough credit. I can't really say anything until she says something to me, then it's on.

I found out that the days I don't have classes (Tuesday and Thursday) are the days that Scott has school, and he doesn't have classes Monday, Wednesday or Friday. I have no one to hang out with at school. That sucks balls. Oh well, I only have 15 minute breaks between classes anyways.

Meh, it could be worse...

2005-08-09T12:29:00.000-07:00

I have a job, I have my friends, school starts soon and good times are coming. I do m,iss having someone to lay next to, but I can still sleep well.

UP FRONT

It's got to be up front
Got to be so close to trust
It's got to be up front
Got to be so close to touch

Oh it's such a shame
You no longer feel the pain
I can't stick around
While you try to decide

So why just sit so plain
Your eyes show the strain
I can't stick around
While you try to decide

I hate work, ain't no jerk...

2005-08-04T17:15:00.000-07:00

I really don't want to go to work today, it's not that I'm lazy I just have a killer headache and I'm tired as hell because of it. I feel if I fell asleep right now I would sleep until tomorrow morning. School starts in August 22, I'm very excited, I'm going to stay with the job though for now until mid-September. Denise at Bubbles of Joy is begging me to come back and work for them again, so I'll do it. I picked up some more mold for my Dracula fangs today when Monica, Bobby and I went there. I'm also looking forward to going back to Nebraska in September. I haven't seen my cousins in a while.

Allie has probably left for California by now, I need to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me that the girls in my life just seem to be dropping me without a word. I must be a real jerk, a real idiot, or a combination of the two, probably the latter.

Cable is back

2005-08-03T11:22:00.000-07:00

The cable man came by today and fixed our problems, so it's all gravy. I haven't seen it rain like it did last night since that one summer when I went back to Omaha. McClintock Road was turned into a canal. I was afraid the engine would flood last night driving home. At least the people were driving responsibly. Something went down at the Frys Marketplace on Baseline and McClintock, the entire property had been evacuated and shut off. I'm going to look for another job, I really don't want to stay at the doctor's office, I'm going to look for some more tuxedo places to apply at. The problem is I live in Tempe, not a very dressed up place.

Using ideas as my maps...

2005-07-27T06:54:00.000-07:00

"Sometimes I think you hate me hang up the phone,
But take a closer look this hate I feel is my own
So many times I've loved you more than myself
It's time to take that love and put it on the shelf
Oh and when I hold you tight it makes me want to scream and fight
Love turned to hate
Some how its just how its just how its just too late."

And do I hate? No, I grow and move on. I think I'm ready to get out again, problem is I work in the evenings so my night life is shot. I'm ready to start dating again. Problem is finding a girl who doesn't drink or do drugs without being some religious lamer. School starts up in less than a month, I'm very excited to get back. I'm kind of sick of the house.
US History 1870- Present
Algebra
Fencing (after taking a summer break which I wish didn't happen)
Public Speaking
Jazz and Popular Music

It's going to be a good semester. I find myself with a bit more confidence and self awareness that I previously was lacking. I have realized that maybe I'm not the peice of shit I had previously thought. I'm also aware of some issues dealing with the way I interact with people that I need to change, I tend to be really short tempered, something I get from my mom. I also need to stand up more straight, I kind of slouch. I should also watch my tongue a bit more, if I want to become a teacher I can't drop f-bombs in the classroom. I think I'm going to try to dress a bit nicer as well. I wore the boots, torn jeans and spikes in high school so people wouldn't bother with me, now that no one wants to slam me into the lockers it doesn't seem reasonable.

Things are good right now, they could be better, "but if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need".

Jesus for breakfast?And a movie role?

2005-07-26T12:00:00.000-07:00

I hung out with Scott yesterday, he went up to Prescott to visit one of his mother's friends and her husband. the husband has a huge gun collection and got to fire a bunch of blackpowder, lucky prick. He brought down some of the full metal jackets that he got to shoot as well as the blackpowder. We're going to make necklaces out of the british .303's, I know some people interested in bullet chains. We were also talking about Mad TV, and he told me about a skit he had come up with.

"Do you want to start your day off with a clean slate? Imagine being able to be reborn every morning! Well now you can! Introducing Jesus Flakes, each box is blessed by a priest/pastor to ensure your get your soul as clean as can be every time you bit into one spoonful of delicious whole grain flakes. And while you are being forgiven for your trespasses, you are also building up your holy body with calcium and vitamin C

'Start your day off right, with Jesus in everybite!'" <>
Then I imagined the cover of the box, we would have a black Jesus smiling and pointing towards to camera with a voice bubble coming from his mouth that read "Bite Me!"

We stopped by Bubbles of Joy also where I used to work to say hi, Larry the Driver thought it was hilarious. He also said if I wanted a bigger role in the Zombie parody he is doing he would give it to me. Sweet.

And work last night sucked, oh well, I get paid Wednesday, $100 of it goes to my mom for car insurance, damnit.
Peace.

The kids are grown up but their lives are worn...

2005-07-20T01:21:00.000-07:00

I don't know why I feel this way. My friend Bobby is back, and I have a job, but I am still depressed. I thought everything would change, that the feeling of being lost would go away, but it's right there in my path. I feel sick at the same sites everyday, yet when I leave town I miss my bed and friends. Every moment of happiness seems to shrink in it's duration. Then again, maybe I'm just letting myself see things in the dark. I'll say it, it still hurts a bit that I am no longer with someone, and I know that it is partly of my own faults but not completely. I think it's just that I miss being so intimate with a girl, and not just that one specific girl. I was getting used to lying next to someone, and I really miss that now.
I get the feeling something important will happen this fall, and I see it with a positive fortune, so I reach out with one hand while the other is being used to keep my head on my shoulders. It is great to see Bobby back, but my friend Allie is leaving for LA in August, and I haven't talked to her in a little over a month, not since I told her how much I really like her. I know she doesn't feel the same way that I do, and I'm nervous to hang out with her again because it might be wierd. I had to tell her though, I've let too many things slip by in my life, and I am tired of never knowing. I at least want to see her one more time, even if it is awkward, I shouldn't just let her leave, she's been too good a friend. She always listened and helped me to see the other aspects in my trials. That and she's just a really cool and fun person to chill with. I never thought I would be into a girl who smoked and drank alcohol, but here it is. Hopefully we won't lose touch, I've lost touch with too many people from high school already.
"And me, yes I, do I want to burn? Is there something I can learn?"-Crass
I think it is time to remind myself of who I used to be, I used to never need a car I had a bike. I never needed money for fun, I had a sharpee marker and I had school walls. I never needed a pool, I had the sprinklers on Shalimar golf course. I certainly never needed cable, I had friends. It pains me to see all that I had in high school, and to know at the time how I thought I had so little. I've become to materialistic, the kid I was in high school would kick my ass if he saw what I'd become. I used to hate people like me, self pitying, materialistic, un-involved, and boring. I was a lot more fun in high school. Now I just sit at home watching the History channel and searching on the internet for some information on some rare 60's band. I need to start fucking some shit up again, I'm too young to settle down and die.

One of these nights I just want to drive, all night and not stop somewhere until the sun rises. Just head off in any direction and find someplace new, where the air is fresh and the sky is blue.

So the new job...

2005-07-19T12:32:00.000-07:00

It's a lot of work, but the people are pretty cool. Mostly I've been sorting through patient records, cleaning, and making copies. I get the feeling one of the female students thinks that I am kind of cute, when I went in yesterday she kept telling me how good I looked, have to say it made me feel better. She is pretty, but engaged. Haven't hung out with Bobby since Friday, I'm going to give him a call in a bit to see if he wants to come over and jam or something. I need to take a shower. I have decided if I am not making $7.00/hr at this place by the time Bubbles of Joy gives me a call I go work for Bubbles of Joy, Dr. Mangas (the head practitioner) said that I could come back. I miss working at the costume store, I had so much fun there.

I decided to watch Nightmare Before Christmas on Sunday, I forgot how good the music, Danny Elfman kicks ass, and the animation is amazing, I need to get the DVD, I still have the original Disney plastic case VHS release. Speaking of movies, another Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movies is set to come out sometime to theaters, probably early next year, hopefully it will be better than the second and third movies, the first one is still a chill movie.

Later droogs.

A goodbye to unemployment....

2005-07-16T23:56:00.000-07:00

The tuxedo place can go fuck themselves, I'm tired of waiting. Tonight I met a doctor and his wife (through my mom's boyfriend, they are neighbors) who is a nurse and they hired me to file papers at their family care office. Pay is $6.00/hr with the chance for raises, part time in the evenings and close to Mesa Community College. They're a nice couple as well so that is always good. They said it is hard work, but I am a hard worker. Besides, I'd rather work in a privately owned health facility than a Macys Wedding outlet. I like my record, I have never worked for a corporation before, and that is something I am very proud of myself for doing. I go in at 2 pm tomorrow for my first day.

And it makes me glad to say, it's been a lovely day...

2005-07-12T00:27:00.000-07:00

Today was a bit boring, I am still waiting for that call from the tuxedo store so I can go in for that 4th interview with the regional manager. I guess that is a good song, but the weight is tedious. I woke up just ten minutes before the syndicated series finally of Star Trek Deep Space Nine came on, so I through on some clothes and went out to watch it with my mom. After that a Star Trek The Next Generation episode came on that I hadn't seen came on so I watched that as well. I then killed some time in my room playing bass, I am getting better, for the longest time I couldn't play shit, but now "I've got sooouuul!" again. I was really ripping it up better than before I lost my groove.

I keep finding myself going back further to find what I need musically. In middle school I listened to 60's pop music and grunge, then in high school I started listening to 90's punk and classical music, then 80's and 70's punk, then Ska, and now that I am in college, I find myself listening to 60's garage bands, surf rock, soul, rhythm and blues, early jazz and even new wave music. Contemporary pop music sucks, it seems to me the musicians are lasting shorter, and the music no longer belongs to the people, but perhaps that statement is void since I have never lived in any earlier times. I am keeping my ear out for something new, something that will really fuck with middle America again. "A riot is an ugly thing... and I think it's about time we had one!"

But back to today and not yesteryear, Scott called at about 4, so I took my shower, and he came over, I drove my mom to Rick's and Scott and I battled rush hour to get to Church's Chicken, when I laid my eyes upon the "combo deal" they gave him, I said "fuck that, I'm going to Quizno's Subs next door". At least there I get free refills on my drink, and the food is much better". We then went into some bargain store and laughed at the dumb merchandise, including a plastic skateboard that buckled and became deformed under my weight. We bought some poker chips since all I had at my place was a collection of pennies. We then went to his dad's place to get yelled at, "Dad can I have that tuition money"-Scott, "Goddamnit It's already paid!"-Paul, "Dad can I have some air?" -Scott, "NO!"-Paul, "*Deep Breath* Ahhhh..."-Scott. Took me back to my dear old dad, that fucker owes me 8-9 years of child support, but the biggest revenge is to become wealthy, and I'll be a better man then he ever was. So Scott and I head back to my house, play some poker, watch the end of the Blues Brothers *best movie ever!*, well he got a call to hang out with some other people who I don't care too much for, and so he left to go drink and gamble real money. So here I am, looking for some obscure 80's band mp3's to no avail. So good night, and remember... never try to end a post in a meaningful way unless you have something meaningful to say.

1 month and I am back in Omaha, 1 month and Allie leaves, 1 month and school begins again.

Finally

2005-07-09T10:54:00.000-07:00

Minor Threat- "Betray"

"Maybe it was no one's fault
I know it wasn't mine
But now that you've moved along
I guess I'm next in line
I thought we had the same ideas
But you, you proved me wrong
I've been played the fool before
But never for quite so long

BETRAY

So what now?
Do we shake hands,
And go our separate ways?
Or do I open my mind,
And follow you into the haze?
No, I'll see you tomorrow
Same channel, same time, same place
I'm not going anywhere
'Cause I quit your fucking race

BETRAY

Goddammit, we were supposed to stay young
And now it's over, it's finished, it's done
Normal expectations, they were on the run
But now it's over, it's finished, it's done"

And I'm glad it's done, I can move on and become the person I seek to be, the person I was a long time ago; honest, true, and just. It was good to go for a late night walk again, I needed that, I didn't realize how bad shape I really was until after a mile last night my legs began to bark at me. It's time to get back into shape as well. I wan't to be down to 190 pounds by the end of the year, I should be at 175-80 right now, no more fast food for you.

Official Survivor
Congratulations! You scored 75%!

Whether through ferocity or quickness, you made it out. You made the right choice most of the time, but you probably screwed up somewhere. Nobody's perfect, at least you're alive.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 48% on survivalpoints

Holiday in the Sun

2005-07-03T20:34:00.000-07:00

Well I have returned from my much needed leave of Arizona. I had a kick ass time in California, but I missed my friends, my cat, the desert sunsets and my vinyls. What I did like about California; the beach, the girls on the beach, catching some surf waves, the weather, and the laid back attitude, but the smog is disgusting. I also made some new connections there in California. Rocky of Rocky's Surf Shop cut off $10 off of a surf cd for me, and the sons of Dewey Weber (one of the most influential surf board manufacturers) said next time I'm out to give them a call and they would take me out surfing. I caught some really nice rides too, the waves at Old Man's Beach kick my ass though once high tide started rolling in. I went into Ruby's Diner and saw the most beautiful girl in the world, she had a great body, beautiful eyes, and a sad face that probably went with a sad story, ahh that's my achilles tendon.

I picked up some cool new stuff though, a candle holder for my civil war reenacting, a checkered two-tone ska shirt, a new rash guard for surfing, some new curdoroy (sp?) pants (very comfortable), a nice tan (though my nose got deep fried), a knife sheath for my knife (of course), a western swing tape cassette, Charlie Does Surf: A Surf Tribute to The Clash (CD), Sex Pistols "God Save the Queen" (CD, I used to hate them, now I like them, shut up), Generation X "Perfect Hits 1975-1981" (CD), Madness "The Very Best of Madness" (C D), The Stingrays Surf Band "Don't Fear the Reverb" (CD, great title also), The Torquays Surf Band "Somewhere in California" (CD signed by the band, I saw them live at the International Surf Museum in Huntington Beach), The Selecter "Too Much Pressure" (Vinyl, Original 1980 pressing), Blue Oyster Cult "Some Enchanted Evening" (Vinyl, Original 1978 pressing).

I went to Amoeba music store, biggest music store I ever saw, they had everything and I mean everything. You could spend two days in there and not see everything. I could have spent $1000 there easy, no problem. I ran into a bunch of old punkers too, ran into one guy who liked my X Los Angeles shirt.

By far the most amazing thing about this trip was the red tide at the beach. Red Tide is a pollution that causes algae to glow phosphorous green. Whenever the waves broke at night they glowed day-glow green. It was like the aurora borealis in the ocean everytime the waves broke, green lightening shooting through the white water. The sand was also so polluted that when you walked on it, the sand even lighted up green. It seemed as if I was on some completely foreign planet.

Well I am tired so I must cease writing.

California here I come and Nike sucks

2005-06-24T13:57:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow I leave for Dana Point Harbor, California for a week to surf, relax, and go to some surf music shows. I need the vacation, I need to get out of this state and everything that reminds me of Melissa. Camping on the beach will be nice, to listen to the waves crash on the shore as I fall alseep still feeling the motion of the waves from spending the entire day in the water. Who knows, maybe I'll find a beach romance... probably not. Anyway I should be back by July 4. Bobby will be arriving by July 6 with Monica. I just hope he knows he is not arriving to the same people. We've all changed, Scott, Rob, and I are all different from the kids who graduated McClintock High a year ago. I guess now we will see if he and Monica are really meant to be, this is his turf now, his home, I wish he could see from the outside what she is, what she is doing. Driving a wedge between his family, and his friends. Something will happen, there will be an answer, let it be. See you in a week.

Black Flag -Nervous Breakdown
I'm about To have a nervous breakdown
My head really hurts
If I don't find a way out of here
I'm gonna go berserk 'cause

I'm crazy and I'm hurt
Head on my shoulders
It's going... berserk

I hear the same old talk talk talk
The same old lines
Don't do me that today, yeah
If you know what's good for you you'll get out of my way 'cause

I'm crazy and I'm hurt
Head on my shoulders
Going... berserk

I won't apologize
For acting outta line
You see the way I am
You leave any time you can 'cause

I'm crazy and I'm hurt
Head on my shoulders,
Going... berserk

Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
I don't care what you fuckin' do
I don't care what you fuckin' say
I'm so sick of everything
I just want to... die!

Oh yeah, and Nike can suck it!

Rob Kleckner reports:
Exhibit A: Classic cover art of Minor Threat's self-titled 1984 compilation.
Exhibit B: Nike Skateboarding's poster image for its "Major Threat" 2005 East Coast Tour.

You don't need a degree in graphic design to notice the similarities here. They're the fucking same. Oh, wait-- one is blue, not red, one says Major, not Minor, and, uh, okay, there are some Nike logos tossed in there. It sort of brings to mind that old interview in which Vanilla Ice attempted to defend the difference between "Ice Ice Baby" and "Under Pressure" ("dun dun dun duh-duh-duh dun" vs. "DUN dun dun dun duh-duh-duh dun").
Come on, Nike, your Swoosh is one of the most iconic brand images in the world-- perhaps a tiny notch below the Golden Arches and maybe Coca-Cola. We understand that trading on the image of a legitimately punk rock, anti-corporate institution will lend some desperately needed credibility to your marketing campaign for the hearts of adolescent skate kids. But doesn't knowing full well that that institution-- in this case the venerable Dischord Records-- would never grant you permission for the use of that image, and just steamrolling the fuck over them anyway because your lawyers can beat up their lawyers negate the very ideals with which you're attempting to equate yourselves? I mean, there's unethical and then there's just flat-out mercenary.
Just to make sure Dischord hadn't truly gone back on everything they've ever stood for, we asked a representative from the label if Nike had asked to borrow the image. They said the following: "No, they stole it and we're not happy about it. Nike is a giant corporation which is attempting to manipulate the alternative skate culture to create an even wider demand for their already ubiquitous brand. Nike represents just about the antithesis of what Dischord stands for and it makes me sick to my stomach to think they are using this explicit imagery to fool kids into thinking that the general ethos of this label, and Minor Threat in particular, can somehow be linked to Nike's mission. It's disgusting."
Though the label is not sure as to what action they're planning to take, they are definitely not happy with Nike's choice. We'll keep you updated as we learn more about the situation.
* Nike Skateboarding: http://www.nike.com/nikeskateboarding/
* Dischord Records: http://www.dischord.com/

That's a dilly of a pickle!

2005-06-23T14:57:00.000-07:00

Finally, I was able to find some old Mystery Science Theater 3000 t-shirts, that are under $20.
(http://www.mst3kinfo.com/satnews/catalog/Catalog2.htm)

So what is the problem? I don't have a lot of money, but these shirts are too kick ass to be left behind.

I am also having trouble making a decision. Tom Servo was my favorite character on the show, but that Crow shirt is sweet. The one I am leaning more heavily towards however is the shirt that deals with my favorite episode of MST3K, "Space Mutiny".

The site also looks kind of old, I am not sure how valid it is anymore.
From Episode 820 "Space Mutiny"

[SOL]
(Mike enters, stage right, holding a tiny teacup. He looks around, and sees that the 'bots aren't there.)

Mike: Ah, alone at last! (Sits down, placing teacup on table. There is a tiny, child-sized tea set, and a portable record player. Humming to himself, he places the tone arm down onto the record. Genteel, English garden style music plays. With much flair, he takes one, then two sugar cubes from the sugar bowl, and places them gently into the cup. Daintily, he raises the cup to his lips, when--the satellite is rocked by an explosion. Debris rain down on him. He looks around, shocked. What the hell?
Crow: (intercom voice) Kkkkk! Red normal, red normal, this is Goldilocks niner. I'm coming in, sucker. Prepare to die. Kkkkk!
Tom: (intercom voice) Oh yeah? Well, come get some! Another explosion. More debris on Mike and bridge.
Mike: Crow! Servo! What the Hell, Michigan is going on?
Crow: Kkkkk! I can't talk now, Mike. I'm locked in a death struggle with Servo. Kkkk!
Tom: Yeah, me too, Mike, only with Crow, over Kkkk!
Mike: Cambot, give me rocket number nine, will ya?

[Rocket #9]

(Two interstellar fighters appear, careening towards us. Sounds of weapons fire over the intercoms.)

Crow: Kkkk! Eat death, Servo!
Tom: Eat munchy, crunchy, chocolaty cocoa death, Crow! Kkkk!

[SOL]

(Mike is listening with growing concern.)

Crow: Kkkk! Enjoy a nice serving of Brown Betty with, death, but, but, but, mostly eat death! Kkkk!

[Rocket #9]

(The two ships hurtle towards the SOL.)

[SOL]

(Mike tries, again, to drink his tea. Another explosion. More debris.)

Mike: Crow? Servo? You guys be careful out there!
Crow: Kkkk! Oh, we won't, heh heh heh! Oooo! Ahhh! Ohhh! Servo, you just ripped a hole in my torso! Wheee!
Tom: Kkkk! Ohhh! Ahhh! Too late for me, hee hee! I just took a laser blast to the dome! Wahoo!
Mike: Fellas?
Tom: Well, should we augur these babies in?
Crow: After you.

[Rocket #9]

(The two ships power dive towards the SOL.)

Tom: I love you, Crow!
Crow: I'm sort of fond of you, Servo!

[SOL]

(Mike looks furtive. Massive explosion. Flames off-screen.)

Mike: (nervously)Crow? Servo? (pause) Fellas?

[Rocket #9]

(Twisted, burning wreckage of the two star craft embedded into the side of the SOL.)

Mike: (angry, hands on hips) OK now, this isn't funny any more!

(Crow and Servo enter, laughing. They are smoldering and heavily damaged, with gaping holes, pieces falling off, etc. )

Tom: Oh, lighten up Nelson! We're robots, remember?
Crow: Man, that was great!
Tom: Yeah!
Mike: So, where'd you get the spaceships?
Crow: Oh, you mean the hyperwarp escape shuttles which we just trashed?
Mike: Yeah. Yeah those.
Tom: Oh, they've been down in the hold, waiting for us to use them to escape and stuff like that.
Mike: (laughs)Oh, I see. So, don't you think we maybe should have used them, (angrily) for escape purposes?
Crow and Tom: (to each other) Huh? What's he on about?
Tom: Oh, you mean escape, from here?
Crow: Oh! Oh!
Tom: Oh jeez, how stupid of us Mike. Man!
Crow: Boy, is my face red! Uh, sorry Mike.
Mike: (bemused, to himself) We had escape pods, we didn't use them.
Tom: But wait, wait, wait. Isn't there just one more?
Crow: Oh yeah, Gypsy's got it out. She'll be along any second now.
Gypsy: (over intercom) For England! And the Queeeeen!
Crow: All right! Go for it, Gyps!

(Mike ducks, throwing his arms over his head.)

Mike: We'll be right back.

(Fade out to explosion.)

Where I stand on the political compass;

2005-06-23T09:38:00.000-07:00

Economic Left/Right: -2.88

Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -5.69

I'm fairly close to where the Dalai Lama is positioned.

http://www.politicalcompass.org/

How do you do? I don't think that we've met...

2005-06-22T19:50:00.000-07:00

My name is Sean, I used to have blogs/journals all over, but decided it was a waste of time, and to switch sites, rather than just names, and to keep it to one site. I'm 19, live with my mom in Tempe, Arizona, go to Mesa Community College listen to just about everything from Baroque Music, Blues, Classic R&B, 50's Rock, Jazz, Swing, 60's Garage Bands, Punk, Hardcore Punk, some New Wave and Hip Hop, and finally Surf. Don't ask me about the latest news, because I really don't give a damn, it's not that I'm apathetic, I just don't want to hear about the latest sensalization of an issue that will never happen (remember killer bees?). TV that will keep my attention though, Star Trek, Comedy Central, Adult Swim, the History Channel, and you may catch me watching MTV if Jackass is on.