Chris Chen

Your #1 Match: ENTJ

The Executive You are a natural leader - with confidence and strength that inspires others. Driven to succeed, you are always looking for ways to gain, power, knowledge, and expertise. Sometimes you aren't the most considerate person, especially to those who are a bit slow. You are not easily intimidated - and you have a commanding, awe-inspiring presence. You would make a great CEO, entrepreneur, or consultant.

Your #2 Match: ENTP

The Visionary You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression. You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything. Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off. You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments. You would make a great entrpreneur, marketing executive, or actor.

Your #3 Match: ESTJ

The Guardian You're a natural leader and quick, logical decision maker. Goals are important in your life, and you take many steps to acheive them. You enjoy interacting with others, mostly through work related activities. Your high energy level means you are great at getting things done! You would make a great teacher, judge, or police detective.

Your #4 Match: ESTP

The Doer You are adventurous and risk taking. You act first, think second. You love being the center of attention. Chances are you were the class clown. Competitive, charming, and charasmatic - you have your own code of honor. You live a flexible life, bouncing between a series of activies that interest you. You would make a great salesperson, marketing director, or entrepreneur.

Your #5 Match: ENFJ

The Giver You strive to maintain harmony in relationships, and usually succeed. Articulate and enthusiastic, you are good at making personal connections. Sometimes you idealize relationships too much - and end up being let down. You find the most energy and comfort in social situations ... where you shine. You would make a good writer, human resources director, or psychologist.

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY
1. chris
2. chen
3. fucking short dumbass asian idiot


THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. dictator chen
2. gwb4victory2000 (in like 6th)
3. sometthingelseiforget


THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. my left pinky
2. my right pinky
3. my left thumb

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. my head
2. my body
3. my soullllll

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. chinese
2. although technically taiwanese by nationality
3.

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. dentists
2. crazy shit
3. myself

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. contacts
2. soda
3. a smile

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. bracelets
2. a t-shirt
3. adidas shorts

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. rhcp
2. tps
3. thursday

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:
1. under the bridge
2. the general
3. sleeping in

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. someone who doesnt hate my guts
2. um
3. i think thee first is enough

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):
1. im alive
2. iim dead
3. im not un not un not dead

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU
1. eyes
2. hair
3. smile

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. sleeping
2. camping(havent gone in sooooo long though)
3. just relaxing outside in general

THREE THINGS YOU WANT REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. a hug and corresponding smile
2. that's
3. pretty much enough, although a nice backpacking/camping trip would be fun too

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:
1. public health
2. public service
3. social service

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. the patagonia
2. escalante
3. canada

THREE KIDS' NAMES YOU LIKE:
Girls:
1. erika
2. monica
3. jessica (must be the hard C sound)

Boys
1. jake
2. john
3. ben

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. change the world
2. i think
3. that first ambition's enough

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL/BOY:
1. i am messy
2. im sloppy
3. im lazy

THREE CELEB CRUSHES:
Girls
1. molly sims- she seems like a NICE person. like no, seriously.
2. Angelina Jolie
3.

this random short story i wrote- it's different from how i usually write, so i dont really know what to do w/ it- if you want to read it and give me feedback (i dont mind how brutally honest), i'd realyl appreciate it!

thanks, chris

Lacy Park, Springtime

The starch, stiff white was crisp, almost too beautiful and pristine to poison and adulterate with colors. It was clean, gloriously so, a ballet of blankness and nothingness with only shadows to quiet its dance.
She picked up the blank canvas that had been leaning against her bed. On the eighth floor of the George Hastings building, her small apartment was a true Southern California studio with its broad, tall windows, brick floor and cool creamy walls, complete with a contemporary blend of floods of fresh sunlight and the aroma of strong Columbian brew. The only thing she hated was the view- across the street from her were Lacy Park’s perfectly neat little pathways and fields. She didn’t feel comfortable without conflict. Things that were too neat, like the scene before her, disgusted her.
She lifted the windows; the smell of pine leaves wafted into her comforting, lofty hole. A beautiful day. The pristine avenue between the park and her apartment was empty, save for broad sidewalks and a filling sun. “The yellow smoke that slides along the street”- but the scene was mostly still, still among the shallow grass and endless houses and the ever spreading and expanding and continuing streets. The words continued forever; they spread for miles and miles and miles, a tome of irregular black shapes that curled and fought, poetry that pricked her ears, words that quietly listened and watched.
She dragged her favorite table to the window, the screeching of its legs against the floor anachronistic amid the gentle serenity of the afternoon. Setting out her well-used brushes and paint, she mounted the pristine canvas directly looking out the window so that she got a panorama of the park ahead.
The brush exploded violently across the undisturbed canvas with a vicious slash, except instead of blood the white bleeds a watered-down forest green. Then an oval; then another. Dark brown, now. Its striking darkness is shockingly bold against the mild background. Blue. Dots of Red. Like constructing a malleable skyscraper, as layers melt and are slapped onto each other, each molded and sculpted carefully but erratically. A second story is added on, a third, a fourth- until it breaks the skyline, the paints and oils proudly peaking into the horizon in a battle to be the highest. It’s a swirl of emotions manifested in gestures and strokes. Palette knives and brushes absorb her world and spit it back out, digesting her vision into small pieces, slicing up reality. Flashes, shattered pieces of urbanity, rapid glances, piercing, ripping ideas and feelings and words, torn and crammed into lines and spaces and: art. Shapes and motions abound until the canvas drips and swells under the weight of its vividness-
Except for the northwest corner of her painting. There, she slowed down as she reached the stand of oak, maple and olive trees that had been lazily growing in the same spot for hundreds of years. Trying to judge accurate proportions, she made rough measurements with her thumb and forefinger and noted that their branches that ended just in line with the yellow tulips, forming a near-perfect pentagon. She frowned in deep concentration, looking rather like a puzzled mathematician she thought, as she carefully transposed the trees onto her paper.
As she painted, she wandered. She wandered past the young and cheerful faces, the sundresses and sunglasses, the fresh, almost too-green grass with loose dirt and budding flowers and open smiles. She wandered past the sparkling eyes beneath the pleasant sun. It was a season of beats- the constant thumping of bicycle wheels, slapping of thongs, humming of voices and ticking of time. It was a pronounced syncopation of quick glimpses at the grand stage before her followed by sharp pangs of emotion.

But even God needed light before He created the rest of the world, and as darkness slowly crept onto her theater and the street lights clicked on, she withdrew back into her studio, closed the window and prepared to rest her mind after another long day.
The phone rang. “Hey, Ms. Erika Lynn. You know why I’m calling.”
Her voice came out a bit forced at first, surprising herself with its timidity. But she quickly recovered. Probably just exhaustion. “Yeah, I’m almost done. I’ll make it.” She wasn’t a deliberate artist; she loved to flow and mold and be impulsive. Most of all, she hated deadlines and their hideously arrogant finality. Not like art, where you can negotiate with your creativity to find a solution to every problem.
Flicking on the studio lights, she stepped back to look down at her painting. “An oil-on-canvas with elements of impressionism, cubism, and a neo-Renaissance flair,” she imagined the place card reading. Buyers liked pretentious classifications. Holistically, the painting looked pretty good; she took a closer look. Her dry eyes wearily traced the work, through the flowers, the play sets, the fields of grass, the paved pathways, and finally to the top right- straight into an ugly mass of giant, brown-green lollipops.
A mass of neurons exploded as brushes cracked against the table and flew. Her long silky hair angrily lashed through the air as she stared down her painting, as if the vibrant emotions pouring from her livid, misleadingly sweet crystal eyes would force the paints into compliance. Glares of pure bitterness.
It was a disability, only without government benefits. She was a so-called “landscape artist,” and yet through years of practice and study, she couldn’t paint a simpletree. She had studied them to death- the cone-shaped towers of pine trees, the spoon-like conifers- and yet they somehow managed to escape her vicious vision. They just would not respect her, her studio, her abilities, her life’s work, her passion, her creativity. She was better than these primitive life forms, yet there they were-- it was a crime, a no-way-around-it-crime that these tiny little immobile blobs of chlorophyll dared escape her talents. It was a burning, raging, animate frustration- that through twenty-six years, from crayon to mink fur brushes, her trees had never turned out well.
Another day wasted. She wildly swept her arms over the table, knocking her paints and brushes onto the ground with a sudden, piercing rattle. She threw herself on top of the table, her boots slamming against its surface, her long hair falling over the edge like a silky, frozen waterfall and her expression simply exhausted. A laugh- the bitter irony.
She gazed in silence up at her pentagon of trees, still mounted on the easel like a cheap gaudy throne, and felt the energy leaking out of her body. Her eyelids threatened to slam shut as tears rolled. Images blurred, colors whirred and shadows intermingled. Her mind wanted to go blank, to remain objective, to see how she could to fix the trees. Deadline tomorrow. But as she tried to analyze the painting it was like staring at the world through cracked, unfocused, dripping-wet binoculars. Her eyes struggled to focus, but as the seconds passed she only became more and more lost.
Leaves flowed into each other, the grass cried with resilience and a picturesque park scene melted into a circular drop of sentiment. A wild stroke of passions that she could barely comprehend swirled around her, like a shockingly vivid artificial oasis of nature in the dead center of urbanity. As she fought back fiery tears, she felt overpowering emotions overwhelm her and seize her, melting her into place. It was unrestrained beauty, a flowing, vivid, dynamic, streaming, fluid stillness that threatened to explode her tiny studio into infinite color; a frozen frame of serenity and motion that was now suddenly inexplicably obvious, an imperfection that thrived in its own glaring flaws. “The Lord is my shepherd, / He makes me lay green pastures and he leads me beside”- Psalm 23- a lifting that she could literally feel pounding her suddenly nervous chest, heaving quick, desperate breaths as solitude reigned amid the artificial light of her tiny, stale, crowded Californian studio.
She quietly, slowly, got off the table, kicking her boots off against the wall. It landed with a muted thud. Throwing open the creaky door that she had never bothered to lock, she stumbled at first, taking several moments to adjust to the darkness. Awkwardly, she reached the platform and then began stumbling down the staircase, at first cautiously. Then she went faster, and then faster, with a growing, flying confidence with each surer step. The steel steps were steadily cool under her bare feet.
After getting to the ground floor and exiting the building, she excitedly fled across the street and gingerly climbed the park’s short chain fence, feeling the rings bite into her toes and her thin black dress tear gently as she scaled the barrier. When her feet hit the lonely ground, she nearly fell and grimaced self-consciously, and then looked up to a new world before her: the dark, empty park now barely illuminated by the glistening moon and the flickering street lights. Taking in the fresh, cool, motionless night air, she looked at her unlighted stage, unable to distinguish clearly one leaf from the other, one bush from another in the streaking darkness. But she could still make out the flowers, the dirt, the life; their imperfections, their lack of symmetry, their structures marred with flaws; their borders melted and swirled and stirred and shaken. Randomness; childish scribbles; it was a simple and constant color scheme soaked in black-and-white and arranged with a natural, eloquent unpredictability, with a holistic beauty, a gorgeous palette of bold and subtle colors melded with a wild brilliance, a painter’s masterful natural touch. The women come and go / Talking of Michelangelo. And again, only faster, faster, reread lines: “The women come and go / Talking of Michelangelo.” Headlong down the paved paths, each word was another to collect. Pushing her way down, she wanted to scream in merciless joy.
Trees, as they were meant to be; it was nature, as it should be captured, without hesitation and with feeling. She knew how to paint a tree. She just hadn’t been able to appreciate one.
Erika had been to the dirt before, the jungle, felt the pounding sun, collapsed in the cool shade with exhausted arms draped over her body. But she had never seen the dirt, dreamt of it in Technicolor. Her dreams had long been silent, monochrome, filled with vague imitations. She had thought ‘I somehow missed out,’ but now she didn’t care- she just wanted to travel with her thoughts. As dusk turned into a late spring night, as her palm clutched the stillness, her right wrist trembled and her back rested against the calm steel fence, she “lingered in the chambers of the sea / By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown / Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”

wow pretty bad week. the morning meeting deal was just awful, but at least ive sworn off cussing (and ive been semi-good for a day already), so maybe some good will come out of it. otherwise, been tired as hell, feeling not so great but not sick, dropping bombs on tests and not really caring. + tennis has been pretty awful. gotta turn it up.

anyway. at least there's always poker and rikki to brighten my dayyy

made 5 bucks today!
oh btw after morning meeting deal i also swore off poker, but i gave that up pretty quickly. i need the income.

this election is soo amazing. like, seriously. threatened with death if u vote, and millions do it anyway. societies need 2 things: 1) order, 2) liberty. iraq doesnt really have the first yet, but it has the second, and that's amazing. the only nation in the arab league to have a democratic election in 50 years...hell of a day

btw, y the hell isnt there any more stories on the tsunami.

[ ] I wish I were a different ethnicity.
[ ] I have had an eating disorder.
[x] I am short.
[ ] I am tall.
[ ] I prefer winter over summer. definitely not
[x] I am a geek. sometimes too much so
[ ] I am a shopaholic.
[x] I am reasonably intelligent.
[x] I am attracted to girls.
[x] I am attracted to boys.-- only ben cotton
[x] I like British accents.
[ ] I smoke regularly
[ ] I smoke socially.
[ ] I drink socially.
[ ] I drink regularly.
[ ] I get drunk easily.
[ ] I do drugs.
[ ] I will never date a bad kisser.
[ ] I've lied to avoid kissing.
[ ] I brush my hair at least 50 times a night.
[ ] I am religious.
[x] I am not religious but have morals. HAHA jk! i dont have morals. i try to do what i think is right though
[ ] I lie frequently.
[x] I am impulsive. mm sometimes
[ ] I am hardworking.
[ ] I am good at History.
[x] I speak more than two languages. if you count spanish. which isnt true
[x] I enjoy taking pictures.
[x] I like spending money on myself.
[x] I like spending money on others.
[ ] I have a regular income.
[x] I earn money on a job-by-job basis. ehh one job
[ ] I pay my own bills.
[x] I rely on my parents for money.
[x] I can cook.
[ ] I enjoy cleaning.
[ ] Tidyness is a must in my life.
[x] I like clutter.
[ ] My idea of good music is Britney Spears
[ ] I have heard of Blonde Redhead.
[ ] I enjoy Blonde Redhead.
[ ] I am fashion-conscious.
[ ] I have good taste.
[ ] People tell me I have good taste.
[ ] I excel academically.
[x] I am told I have yet to fulfill my potential.
[ ] I am good at sports.
[ ] I am good at certain sports.
[x] I couldn't do sports to save my life. pretty much.
[ ] I am creative.
[ ] I am artistically inclined.
[ ] I want to be an artist when i grow up.
[ ] I want to be an engineer when I grow up.
[ ] I eat when I'm upset.
[ ] I cannot easily adapt to change.
[x] I am interested in politics.
[ ] I have shoplifted.
[x] I download MP3s.
[x] I've done underage drinking.
[ ] I've gone underage clubbing.
[ ] I can dance reasonably well.
[ ] I can dance extremely well.
[x] I dance like a cardboard gorilla.
[x] I can sing.
[x] I sing like someone stepped on my foot.
[x] I can swim.
[ ] I enjoy surveys.
[x] I enjoy surveys when I'm bored.
[ ] I keep a journal.
[x] My teachers dont like me.some/most
[x] I enjoy controversy.
[x] I can be a bitch/bastard.
[ ] I have a thing for bad boys/girls.
[ ] I have tattoos
[ ] I've been in a nudist colony.
[ ] I'm not sure if I want to have children.
[ ] I'm not sure if I'll get married.
[x] I know who I will marry. god's daughter
[x] Someone has a crush on me. im assuming
[ ] I am interesting.
[x] I am a good liar. poker.
[x] People enjoy talking to me. Though I'd like to add a "some" in front of that.
[x] I annoy people from time to time. And I'd like to cross out the "from time to time" on that
[ ] I am a born leader.
[ ] I am a born leader but shouldn't lead.
[ ] I've snuck out of the house.
[x] I enjoy belching.
[ ] I have a foot fetish.
[ ] I have a shoe fetish.
[ ] I watch Sex and the City.
[ ] I don't think Sarah Jessica Parker is pretty.
[ ] I want to be J.Lo.
[ ] I cut myself.
[ ] I've cut myself.
[ ] I hate people who pretend to be suicidal.
[ ] I hate popular people.
[ ] I think cheerleading is a sport.
[ ] I'm photogenic.
[ ] I live in Chucks.
[x] I think graffiti is art. Maybe a mural
[ ] I've dated a criminal.
[ ] I have been cheated on.
[ ] I have cheated on someone.
[x] I have a temper.
[x] I like playgrounds.
[ ] I dance in the rain.
[ ] I am obsessed with Shakespeare.
[x] I have tanlines.
[ ] My favorite color is pink.
[ ] My favorite color is black.
[x] I would classify myself as emo.
[ ] I'm musically inclined. didn't you already use this word?
[x] I like listening to music.
[ ] I like music-blasting cars.
[ ] Thongs are comfortable.
[x] I like flip-flops.
[x] I know what monogamy is.
[x] and I believe in it.
[ ] I want to be a social worker when I grow up.
[x] I have siblings.
[ ] My siblings annoy me.
[ ] I think South Park is funny.

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Bored? ((Over 100 questions))
Created by xSwtLilAngel666x and taken 64746 times on bzoink!
[x] Part 1 -- The Basics [x]
What's your name? ::	chris tsung-jer chen
Birthplace ::	NYC, ny. yep.
Age ::	16
Age you act ::	sometimes 10. sometimes 100. occasionally 16
Current location ::	my room
Eye color ::	brown
Hair color ::	black
Right, lefty or ambidextrous? ::	righty. though i wish i was ambidex. then i'd have a crazyass crossover/jumpshot/pickoff move
Zodiac sign? ::	cancer, dragon for asian stylw
Height? ::	5'5"-5'6"
[x] Part 2 -- Describe... [x]
Your heritage/nationality ::	chinese/taiwanese.
Your hair ::	black, short, w/e i dont mess w/ it
Your fears ::	dentists, my mom, uhh yeh
Your perfect room ::	my room, only cooler...
What you practically do in a day ::	?? stuff, what a question
[x] Part 3 -- What is/are... [x]
Words you overuse ::	dude, intense, tight, legit, wow, awesome, sweet, i could go one
Phrases you overuse ::	"dude that was tight.."...you get the idea
Your first thought when you wake up ::	fuck its cold
Your greatest accomplishment ::	mmm waking up this morning
Something you want to do ::	clean someone out who has aces over kings w/ aces four of a kind
[x] Part 4 -- This or that [x]
Pepsi or Coke ::	PEPSI. PEPSI PRIDE
McDonald's or Burger Kings ::	mickey d's no doubt
Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera ::	britney's way hotter
Chocolate or vanilla ::	vanilla
Adidas or Nike ::	nike but dont care
Black or white ::	black
Bills or Coins ((Think $$$)) ::	bills
Burgers or hot dogs ::	burgers..wel ldepends which is better. like quality burger or quality hotdog. but push comes to shove, burger
Egypt or France ::	egypt
Rock or rap ::	rock
[x] Part 5 -- Do you...[x]
Smoke ::	nope
Cuss ::	fuck no
Sing well ::	see above
Sing in the shower ::	yeah sometimes
Talk to yourself --a lot-- ::	sometimes, if im bored
Believe in yourself ::	when i think i have a shot
Like taking these longass surveys? ::	no but im bored as hell, jk they can entertain
Play an instrument ::	yep, violin
Want to go to college? ::	yeah
Want to get married? ::	yeah
Want to have children? ::	sure y not
Think you're a health freak? ::	lol no way
Get along with your parents ::	mm sort of? not really, iyes, i guess so, depends on when u ask me this ill give very different answers
Get along with your siblings? ::	yep
Think you're popular ::	mm i dont think the world hates me
[x] Part 6 -- In the past month have you..[x]
Gone out of state ::	nooo
Drank alchohal ::	no
Smoke ::	no
Get high ::	no
Done any drugs ::	no
Eaten an entire box of oreos ::	no
Been on stage ::	yeah
Gone skinny dipping ::	no
Been dumped ::	no
Dyed your hair ::	no
Stolen anything ::	no (sorry boring i know)
[x] Part 7 -- Your friends! =D [x]
Craziest ::	zuber
Loudest ::	bre
Most shy ::	vivy
Blondest ::	kara (well not really my friend but she is)
Smartest ::	ppl are smart at different things
Kindest ::	rikki/lindsey m
Best personality ::	ppl have good aspects of personalities man
Most talented ::	ppl are talented at different things
Best singer ::	bre probably
Most ghetto ::	...poly. nuff said
Drama Queen ((or King XP)) ::	bre
Pain in the ass ::	varies
The one you just want to strangle to death ((Homer Simpson style))::	varies
Funniest ::	pk
Best person for advice ::	mm dunno, usually dont solicit advice
Dependable ::	rikki
Trustworthy ::	olivia
Druggie ::	mm im sure they rather not be named
Most likely to end up in jail ::	robles no doubt
Person you've known the longest ::	no idea
[x] Part 8 -- The Last... [x]
Last dream ::	ohhh something with a meat cleaver and pizza, dunno
Last nightmare ::	dont remember
Car ride ::	today going home
Last time you cried ::	mmmm. dont know
Last movie seen ::	oceans 12
Last movie rented ::	dunno
Last book read ::	mountains beyond mountains by tracy kidder, good shit
Last word said ::	shit
Last curse word said ::	shit
Last time you laugh ::	two seconds ago
Last phone call ::	7:00
Last CD played ::	keane
Last song you listened to ::	the scientist
Last annoyance ::	this survey
Last IM ::	lindsey
Last weird encounter ::	the bio test
Last person you hugged ::	lindsey
Last person you yelled at ::	maidah
Last time you wore a skirt ::	......
Last time you've been evil ::	bio testb
Sarcastic? ::	bio test
Last time you fought with your parents ::	two seconds ago
Last time you wished upon a star ::	mm class trips?
Played Truth or Dare ::	mm class trips?
Spent quality time alone ::	now w/ this goddamn survey
[x] Part 9 -- I swear this is the last one! -- Randomness [x]
Are you talking to someone on AIM ::	no
Do you feel lonely ::	no
Ever TP'd someone's house ::	no
How about egging someone's house ::	no
Do you not like dislike not like me? ::	??
Ain't Eminem and 50 Cent just fine? ::	yeah sure
Yo Momma ::	...
Ever been so hungry you felt like you could eat the person next to you? ::	nope
What do you think of George Bush? ::	some shady policy decisions most def. but he does what he thinks is best, which is more than can be said about a lot of politicans
Any secret fetishes? ::	haha. shh this one for hot girls, dont tell anyone...
Do you like to wear chains? O_o ::	not really
How many languages do you speak? ::	two
Damn.. are your fingers tired? Cause mine sure are! ::	not really, my head is though
Glad this is over? ((Say yes and I'll stalk you =P)) ::	mmm
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ahaa so screwed for bio, barely started studying yet really not caring. whateves. w/es. whateves. doing tasp, man...
mmmmm mmmm toasty. ten cool pts to whomever can guess where that's from!

YAYYY TASP IS SENT! notice i said sent, not done. man i really really want to go, that would be sweet. w/es


LOVE man LOVE

wow my mom's fucking stupid....

ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FIVE THOUSAND DEAD

5 MILLION HOMELESS

holy fuckaroo-de-fuckafuckingfuck.

still trying to comprehend it

12/27

1:00

"tsunami kills 11k"

3:00

"...12k"

6:00
"...22k"

12/28

12:00

"...33k, expected to rise drastically"

8:00
"...56k, and rising"
"...58k, and rising"
"...60k, and rising"

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Name:
Favorite Food:
Wants to Bang you:
This many times:	107
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before had u really stopped to think about the thirty-six billion pebbles of concrete rumbling beneath ur car tires as u roar over them on kerns avenue on ur way to X or the four constantly screaming little kids three houses down and across the street either eternally happy and playfully loud or complaining and terribly terrified or the thousands of watts of electricity being spent every night to fuel little colored bulbs in order to radiate and disseminate christmas love and the spirit of giving

and have you never seen the way the road breaks right in the middle of the block, a manifestation of geopolitics as the street starts cracking immediately past the san marino border or the way the serpentine sidewalk refuses to stay still, jutting inward then outward and shifting widths and heights and personalites

have you never noticed that for some inexplicable reason a souped up black honda civic will come roaring down the street at midnight every day slowing down only to suddenly swerve left onto sheffield drive and the way the golf balls from the country club periodically fly into the front yard of the house on the southwest corner (thank god no one's been hit yet) and the way the sun creeps up latitudally every morning

or have you stopped to talk to the people across the street- the family that you were friends with at carver elementary whose daughter and son have radically changed over time from eternally studious to even more eternally studious or to allie bures just two houses down the quintessential girl-next-door with her ever present smile and charming personality and wonderful kindness and hot mom who looks just like her

home sweet home

these are the times when life is so inexplicably good even though nothing really good happened. but YAY winter break! i can't believe it shall be 05 soon. i feel so old. this was the most hellsih week ever, so much stuff going on. but we survived, and now the world is smiling, and cheers for friday!!! oh man.

haha totally fucked for bio test. but im so unmotivated. + pounding headache, really sick, really shouldnt be going to school. gonna drop a big fat juicy bomb on this one.

but w/e. hope everyone is doing well, seniors must be going through hell right now. haha and hayley's hug made my day. bio test slightly depletes it though.

haha okay gonna try a stream of conscience

even though im hella busy but at least zet paper was turned in today thank god that is such a relief im gonna get holmgrenaded on it though, for those who know what that dreaded term means hmm strange day spanish was surreal leiggi is so weird but nice and i love her but shes kinda fucked up at the same time b/c she's soo incompetent lol yet so awesome and so fucked up and wow i cuss way too much now, i cuss openly in class w/o caring at all, zet/sisley don't really care but lieggi frowns upon it and it's just bad in general andddddd

cussing is bad? well i guess it doesn't really fucking matter. i just really don't like how it is..ahh fuck fuck fuck this stream of conscience isn't working, i have too much stuff dragging on my mind down.

hmmm. back a normal random writing deal.

I haven’t gone on a run in a while- too goddamn busy, too goddamn tired, but mostly (and it slightly ashames me to admit it) too goddamn lazy- and so im writing this to try and find the inspiration to force my ass back out the door.

I miss the fire. I miss the aching knees, the pounding feet, the desperate gasps of air. I miss the feeling of struggle, of being truly and thoroughly alive.

The day is already dying before I lace on my dirty Reeboks and step out. The weather-stained sun is falling, unable to sustain its own weight, trying to beat me to the horizon. At first, it feels a little weird. I have to tell myself to put one foot over the other, to stretch out my thighs, to gain my stride. Momentum builds. Now I’m just racing. pounding. going.

After about three minutes, the air supply begins to die and muscles begin screaming for oxygen. The mad and savage battles begin. Pain has never been so beautiful. and so goddamn PAINFUL. the mind begins to wonder why i am subjecting myself to this. then as to why the crosscountry team does this for 2 hours a day, 7 days a week for four months.

it's always the same old route- turn right and then out into the landscape, i.e. kerns-> longden->san marino avenue-> rose-> sheffield->home. there’s the two small girls always bouncing happily on a faded blue trampoline on Rose Blvd, their squeals of laughter floating across the asphalt. There’s the cozy little Victorian-style cottage at a corner of Longden and San Marino Ave, the most consummate, pleasant-looking fairy-tale-sit-by-the-fire-as-the-world-flies-past-you house I’ve ever seen. A couple cars pass through the desolate desert, a bicyclist, occasionally another runner. Street signs, fences, worries and city noises melt into the silence. For those twenty minutes, just remember to breathe in, breathe out. To relax.

I love it all. Even the treacherous, twisting sidewalks always threatening to send me flying toward the concrete simply make it that much more real. It’s not as if this is a fantasy world- after all, I’m just taking a run on the streets near my house, merely losing myself in all that I re-discover right outside my door.

Eventually, I weave back through Sheffield Drive to my life. It’s surprising how pristine and uncivilized city streets can be. My soles are throbbing and my back is inevitably tight, for I still haven’t figured out a good way to stretch it. But whatever. I’m young(ish, at 16 im starting to feel like a grandpop) and the time will always come again.

The time will always come again to head back out to the street, to the aching knees, the pounding feet. I’ll wave to friends and neighbors as I pass them by, heading off to beat the goddamn sun and losing to run another day. theoretically, at least.

<--- hm that was odd. mix of wanna-bepoeticallyness and just dead sarcasm. w/e.

10 Random Things About Me

10. i love tony's pizza it's so damn good
9. i have an intense scar on my left elbow i got from a biking accident. used to be huge and sweet, like gangsta-style, but now it's just smallish. and not so cool.
8. i suck at baseball, like realllly suck, but i love watching/following it.
7. umm for some reason i just got an xmas card from my 4th grade teacher, out of nowhere. she's stil hot as hell though
6. going along w/ that, i think teachers are hot as hell. maybe it has to do w/ their passion? b/c they live to help others learn/succeed? who knows.
5. i love shorts and flipflops and hate long pants and shoes.
4. i have..one..two..three..four american flags in my room. not like hanging,but just in my room. an eagle scout, and proud...
3. i love to write
2. for some reason, i always think everything will work out. even when the reality is glaring at me straight in the face. like right now, doing this ptles survey instead of my zet paper.
1. im a late person not an early person. though lately, im neither, i just want to sleep.

9 Places I've Visited
9. escalante
8. philmont
7. yosemite
6. england
5. france
4. china
3. canada
2. the rocky mountains
1. taiwan, the TRUE democracy of southeast asia that needs some fucking intl support now, u dumb motherfucking fuckers.

8 Things I Want To Do Before I Die
8. publish a book
7. get an A on a history paper, any paper. or even an A-. hell, even a b+. or a B would be sweet too.
6. backpack the patagonia
5. volunteer in afghanistan or sudan or iraq, like at a school, or distributing supplies, or something. it would be pretty incredible, though yes i know an example of my western imperialist middle-class arrogance
4. get married
3. help some kid grow into an adult. i don't necessarily mean have a kid, but it would be amazing if u could mentor someone from childhood and then watch from grow into someone amazing, and know it was partly b/c of ur touch
2. smile
1. become president of the US and then dictator of the world. no, im not kidding.




7 Ways To Win My Heart
7. smile, a lot. laugh, a lot.
6. don't be fucking servile. please.
5. have a strong personality, i.e. be a determined person. someone who can get shit down when shit needs to be done.
4. make me laugh, in my fucked up cynical humor-type way
3. be confident in yourself but not flamingly arrogant
2. be thoughtful and openminded, trustworthy, loyal,..haha scout law coming out
1. just be nice. not in a uber polite "omg hey im so sorry oh that's so exciting im so happy to hear that oh okay have such a perfect day thank u so much" way, though that's nice too, but in a really sweet, good-person way.



6 Things I Believe In
6. u have to learn to be content, even if things arent terribly chill
5. tony's pizza and/or a hug can always make the world taste bettah / docctahh pepppahh
4. there's a time to be angry and fiery and edgy, and a time just to smile and nod and support
3. to try and be a good person/friend
2. u break it, u fix it
1. the world is your bitch, u just gotta fuck w/ it



5 Things I'm Afraid Of
5. the dentist. oh god.
4. osama bin laden. not that i wake up every day thinking he's gonna blow up X, but if i met him im sure i would be like "oohhh shhhittt dude."
3. ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. my mom, esp whenn they're mad
2. my dad, only when he's mad. btw, i could have jus said parents, but i cant think of anything else so im stretching it out.
1. not helping anybody/anyone. just living a life of self-centered ambition


4 of My Favorite Items In My Bedroom
4. my books
3. my letters
2. my computer
1. my bed

3 Things I Do Everyday
3. talk to someone
2. think about something
1. fall asleep/daydream in spanish, math, bio, english

2 Things I Am Trying Not To Do Right Now
2. think about tony's pizza
1. zet paper


1 Person I Want To See Right Now
1. ummm candy miller/elise post/my sister/God/tony'spizzaguy/thedevil/i fucking hate history papers, k back to work after wasting an hour

so i've officially decided to quit myspace, lol not that anyone cares. it's just a bit too interconnected for my taste. i'd rather just ramble on about random stuff on my OWN goddamn little corner of the world wide web. an oxymoron, to be sure. but life is inspiring like that.

i did admission tours today, which were fun. poor applicants, trying so hard to get in- w/ insane parents. they seemed so scared and nice and small. a couple really hot girls too, which is always good. and free really, REALLY good cookies, which is always fabulous.

and then tpp was okay. now time to get owned w/ zet. goddamn, i suck so hard at papers.

but otherwise, besides that, besides a shitload more work i need to do including an english essay, and besides the fact that im sick, and as tired tired tired tired as fuck fuck fuck fuck, life is pretty good. i'd say im fairly content. hhmmm.

deep shit.

cheers

p.s. kate butler looked reallly hot during admission tours. never thought she was that attractive before, but today...

hi arielle!!! hope life is well. wut a buddaffull moawwwnin''' ohh wut a buddafull day...(from oklahoma, geier's class!!!) we'll have a party w/ hepp and such next year...cheers...yeah...duu duu duuu