Wo0tzors! So, I think I got most of my homework done so far. Bah, who cares anyway!? So, we were washing our cars today, washed three of them so far, and I got to drive our 1988 Chevy Nova(Made by Toyota). That way I could learn how to drive a manual transmission. Did a good job at it, but I did spin the tires a little bit on teh way home, and Leslie(Josh, the drummer of The Dead) was at the same corner as me when I did it. He just smiled and waved :)
Had fun though, and now I feel acomplished, since my brother can't drive a manual :p

My people have ten vehicles. I shall list them all:

(1)1946 Dodge Club Coupe -- Umm, yeah, tons of work needed on this one. Lots of body work, new brakes, and interior. Lots of little things that I don't want to list. The block itself is good though, and the Fluid Drive system works. Good old "three on the tree."
(2)1960 Austin-Healey Sprite -- Really sweet ride! Sadly, the brakes don't work right now, all because one little tiny spring popped out.
(3)1976 Dodge Colt -- My brother's! It's getting new interior and paint this summer, as his graduation present.
(4)1977 Ford Ltd. -- Mine! Just got it cleaned up and now it doesn't hesitate or have any misfire.
(5)1977 Kawasaki kz650 -- Just a basic motocycle, one of the crotch-rocket predecessors.
(6)1984 AMC Eagle --This one's going to be painted purple, maybe with flames, and it'll be the new hunting vehicle. It has carburrettor issues though. Used to be our grandmother's.
(7)1988 Chevy Nova -- My dad drives it like it's got a big 8. Last year for the Nova by the way, made by Toyota at the time.
(8)1997 Dodge Ram 1500 -- Not driven since deer season ended.
(9)2000 Subaru Impreza -- Fun little manual :)
(10)2001 Toyota Avalon -- Probably selling it.

Just a brief explanation as per my current situation. On Friday night my dad took over the basement without my knowledge to let our cabinet doors to dry after he painted them. So, to say the least, I couldn't log on.
On Saturday he finished the other coats of paints and I worked on my car for about... 4 hours, cleaning the plugs, changing the oil, cleaning the carburrettor, and picking up a new plug, since one of them was broken. The good news is that now the car runs flawlessly :) This should help the gas mileage and power, since now we have all eight, instead of just seven, cylinders working. It doesn't lag anymore either :)
Today, Sunday, we are putting the cabinet doors on and having some difficulty. I was picked up to help out and my brother is watching TV.

On a side note: My mom quit her job on Friday and probably will have a new job in the next week or two. But, that considered, we'll probably still have to sell our 2001 Toyota Avalon. We have the other nine cars paid off already.

Heather, I'm sorry that I haven't been on, but I literally couldn't reach the computer and was constantly doing work around the house. Still have to get my project put together too, so that'll waste more time tonight and tomorrow :(
I love you soo much though, I'm really feeling bad.

So, I am in love, I know it must be love for the girl is constantly in my mind and in my heart. Heather Mae. I love her so much, and I want her to be happy with me for who I am, so I have presented my own self to her, not trying to hide anything. When I have failed, I have told her of my failure and she has always forgiven me. I have always forgiven her as well. Heather and I just seem like we were meant to be together, we understand one-another, and I never want to lose her. I would love to keep her in my arms forever. I would love her to love me.
This is a love that will last, because I will bend beyond the limitations of human kind to make it last for as long as she wants it to. I want this love to be about her, not about me.

Heather, you are my number one, my only one, and I will be yours whenever you want me. [<3]
I love you Heather.

Doing homework right now, almost done for the entire weekend already. Went to improv night last night. It was fun, as expected, btu not as good as it was last year in the old theater, that was always the best. Can't do much about that though.
Today is my brother's party, he turned 18 on Wednesday. So he's got friends coming over for gaming and anime and I'll hang with them for w bit, but I'll have to get out of the house or they'll just drive me crazy. Luckily it's a Friday, and I think the Rooster has karaoke tonight, so that's what Carsten and I plan on doing.

Heather, I'm sorry I haven't been online a lot lately, I just have too much school work that I have to do for now. I'll have to get work done on my National History Day project sometime this weekend aswell. I really am sorry, I wish i could be online more, but I can't :(
I love you more than the stars in the sky, the earth beneath me, I love you more than anything that has stood the test of time, and I'll continue loving you forever. [<3]

I am just a little guy. At least I realize that. But I can push around a lot more than I'm worth. I may be little, but I'm also solid. It's good for a guy to be solid, because to be solid, is to be strong.
The big guys can push me around because I'm small. I can push them around because I'm powerful. I can win a fight because I know a little, and because I am in good shape, even if I tell myself otherwise for motivation in the gym.
Exercise is what I revolve a lot of my life around. Because of that, I am a machine with few rivals, locally.

So, I am a solid sheet of man(boy). I take pride in what I am. I take pride in what I can do. This is why I am good at what I do, because I put effort in to it.
I had no self-esteem before I began to exercise. Since first picking up a dumbbell in 7th grade I have been much better. Since first really working out in 9th grade I have sculpted myself in to something notable.

I bring this up because of a video my brother had to do for school that I am in. Shirtless of course, I am always shirtless when I get out to LARP. Apparently many of the people in his class commented on how buff I am, or how ripped I was or whatever other comments they made. I like recognition, but I do not go and seek it.
I can see why none of theme ever thought I had much to my person though, since I wear my jacket throughout almost the entire school day.

Bah, just a rant.
Now to a real issue.
Heather, I love you. Never will I do anything to harm you, and never will I leave you. I want to be with you forever.

Going to a Punk show, don't know when it gets over. Then I have to write a bit for school.
I love you Heather, and I'll try to get on when I'm back.

Oh, booya! I was trying to tell Dave all week that my girlfriend was only thirteen. But he's just a big joker, so he thought I was using some alusion from soemthing else to make a joke. On Friday he finally asked me where I had gotten that from. I told him the truth, that it was the truth, my girlfriend (Heather Mae) is only thirteen! He smiled wide and laughed a bit, wodnering who she was. So yeah, we continued, he asked who she was, and then I told him it was long distance and he said it wouldn't work. Gosh, why is everyone such a pessimist about that? Everyone that has advised me against it had been in ONE long distance relationship that had failed. And one of them, Kat, is actually in another long distance now. So yeah, there are some hypocrites and pessimists, but they are still my friends.
As long as I love the girl, and the girl loves me, I see no reason that a long distance relationship couldn't last.
Heather, I love you, and that conversation I had with Dave was actually really funny for me.

Well, sadly, Paul Hieb, a great man and a great friend of my family passed away on Tuesday. His funeral was held today, so I got out of school for that. I had an obligation to go, since he was such a great man and he was so close to our family, always there for people when they needed help, and since his son Lance was my first friend in Aberdeen. Lance and I are still pretty awesome friends. Then the last months of his life we were always there for him. Cancer took him from the world. Cancer took him from us.

Rest in Peace Paul, may the flames of your casket burn brightly and lead you swiftly to the gates of Heaven.
-falls down and weeps openly for Paul and his family-

I have a possible future as a poet or essayist. Also, the possibility exists for any physically demanding carreer, since I am so in love with physical fitness. Yet I remain more in love with my girl Heather than with any other tangible or intangible being. Heather is the other half of me, that part of the soul that isn't there any more, but that belongs. In essence, I believe she and I are one, because our love for one-another is so deep.
I have a great future ahead of me, if I consider the possibilities and accomplish the task of going to meet Heather face to face, as a relationship deserves to be.
I can wait, and I believe she can as well.

Heather, I love you, with all my heart and soul, with all my body and mind.

Just yesterday, I discovered that it is possible to fit an entire second stock engine under the hood of a 1966 Toronado. I also discovered that it is possible to shove a stock engine into the trunk of a 1966 Toronado. So, if I were to combine those two plans which have been carried out it would be possible to have three stock engines in the same 1966 Toronado, one to drive the rear axle and two to drive the front axle. Therefore, my newest goal in life is to execute that, but not with stock engines, but with bored and stroked engines, possibly a shortened two-seater version, possibly a blower or blowers, possibly a turbo charger or chargers, and possibly a super charger or chargers! It would be the kind of car that could tear up the strip, or anywhere else I put it, haha!

On Friday, I was dressed up in Leather and chains at Haunted Forest and I was scaring people and freaking them out with my face paint and lip-stick! It rocked, it looked as though I was wearing another person's face. But, the act sucked on Friday.

Saturday night rocked, the act rocked, my outfit rocked, we had more people, we had a fogger and two strobes. We made Saturday scary as Hell. Almost every group that came through said that ours was the best.
Anyway, Tiffany does a pretty good job with the generic murder-movie make-up, and I look awesome with a leather jacket, big clompy boots, black denim jeans, bloody hands, bleeding pale face, and 18 feet of log-chain hanging from my shoulders. Not only was the outfit good, but I was next to a couple trees that I personally moved onto the path, and I would follow people along into one of the strobes where Erin would jump out at them. They'd look at her, then turn back to continue along the path and get freaked out as I just let my head loll(sp?) to the side and allow my eyes to wander, either a smile, grin, or frown upon my face.
I scared so many giddy high school girls, many that I recognized, especially Amanda Ludwig. haha! since I wasn't wearing my glasses I wouldn't have recognized who she was, but she recognized me. Proclaimed, "Chris, you'd better not scare me!" She shouldn't have let me know it was her! haha! I followed her along, Erin scared her, and I was right in her face, my head tilting to the side in the full force of the strobe as she turned. It must have looked freaky from her perspective. Then she yelled back that she hated me for scaring her. About at the same tiem that Jessi lurched from his motionless position within the light and scared her...yet again!

Anyway, many of my friends knew who I was and many other people did too. But I had a killer time! So many girls screamed! So many of them screamed right in my face, a look of sheer horror upon their faces, I can still remember three of them clearly. Of course, the girls with boyfriends were fun to scare too, because the guys want their girl to get scared! Some dude I scared was looking back over his shoulder talking to some friends and then he ran into me and looked back, the strobe light working to my favor, he jumped back a few feet and screamed like a little piggy! haha!

I forgot to update this when it happened! How could I!? Anyway, on Sunday, I was LARPing again at Melgard Park. But, who cares, ladi-da, I sucked ass this weekend, only pulled off about a 2-1 kill/death ratio. The real story is that some assholes were idleing past in their car honking their horn obnoxiously. I saunter over nearer to the car and hail them "wanna go?" They respond, smirking, "go where?" I realize that they are just beign asses, so I keep walking and ask "what are you guys up to, huh?" At this time they must have gotten frightened since I was still about 10 feet away and they floored it in reverse to get away. I just shook my head and walked back to the field to LARP.
A few minutes later they are back to blaring their horn, it's gettign obnoxious, Zechariah runs over and tells them to get the fuck out, to fuckign leave. He is standing in front of their car, slightly to one side, they floor it, their front passenger fender hits him, knocking him enough to stagger him, he lunges up and grabs onto the door(they had their window rolled down).
It gets good here; he starts yellign profanities at them from striking him and tellign them to stop the fucking car, as he nearly gets drug under the rear wheels. They continue to accelerate and as they round the left to exist Melgard Park, Zechariah had gotten a footign and launched himself off of the car into the grass, to cusion his fall and get away from the vehicle.

His left arm, left leg, right hand, and both feet were rubbed and torn. The flesh was scratched up a bunch, and it had to hurt him like hell. But, he managed himself really well and larped with us until he had to go to work at 4:00.

Today, Tuesday, he came back to school, limping considerably. He had skipped yesterday because of his grievous wounds. Anyway, he is the coolest dude that I know, and hell, that's the same thing I wound have done if I would have gotten the opportunity. My battle plan was to get over to them, open up their door and haul out either of them, be it the driver or the passenger, and then maybe hit him a little and hand him over to my LARPing frineds, since none of them like him. Whatever, it happened how it did, and I can't change it.

I WANT TO GET INTO A FIGHT THIS YEAR!
p.s. I think Duke wants to fight me, he's an asshole, I could take his 280ish lard-ass anyday.

Last night I hung out with Kat and her friends at the Red Rooster and in her car. Yeah, she had to get most of her friends from point A to point B at least once. Anyway, it was Karaoke night at the Red Rooster Coffee House last night and basically, it was a bunch of stoners, goths, and emos singing songs. My favorite was when Neo did Crazytrain. He sings so fuckign bad, it was hillarious! He was jumping around all over and singing different words than the song, it was awesome. And of course, whenever Trevor and Jeremy went up, that was awesome, they sung really high, and changed lyrics around, and jumped around all over around each other, it rocked.

haha, one of Kat's friends jumped off stage and hit her head, then we had to give her a ride home, and she convinced us to feel the bump it left, and we had to go get her at midnight then too, and yeah, it was just sheer chaos and awesome anyway! :)

LARPing today at Melgard park kicked ass. I made a bunny fur loin cloth for the occassion, and I think that everyone liked it, some a little too much perhaps :) haha. Anyway, I kicked some serious ass today and Tiffany just had an off day. I teased her that it may have been my loin cloth, causing too much of a distraction. It was just all out fun, for like 5 hours. And now I am hurting a lot from running around so much, but heck, at least I finally got my essay done for today. [ragdar] has to do his essay too, I hope he doesn't forget, but yeah, the stuff he writes is really funny. Oh, and I even pwned him a bit at the LARPing today, but he was on my team most of the time.

Ashton was recording a lot of it I know, so I'll have to ask her if it's possible to freeze a frame and put it onto a computer. I would seriously love it if you could all see me in a loin cloth. That would make my day! Not only that, but Mitch and Neo, hell, all of my LARPing buddies! We had like 60 people today! And there were several that weren't there. Zech was grounded, Sammy and Robie were probably drunk or stoned. Ohwell. It was just way too much fun! I want to just keep going on and on about it, but alas, I am going to force myself to stop right now!

Alright, I slept at Zech's place last night. And it was fun, just playing Madden 2005 and his mom came home legally drunk after her boyfriend was arrested with a DUI. Robie and Sammy were both drunk at their place, so they couldn't bail the guy out either. Ohwell, it was interesting.

This morning, Karae(Zech's sister) got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her body and was going to go into the basement(Zech's room) to get clothes out of the dryer. I had come upstairs and she like, didn't expect me to be there or something, and like screamed, all like, OMG, total surprise kind of scream. I don't get it really, either way, I would have been in the basement and seen her, or in the kitchen and seen her. Like there's a difference. Ohwell. Whatever. Then Zech and I went to the mall and hung out there for a while and he was late for work and I went home. Yay.

Today in my AP class, I may have said the wrong thing. Myself and my friend Nick([ragdar]) were talking about what we did yesterday. He declared that he was bored yesterday and decided to work on his text-based adventure. Then I respond, "I was bored yesterday too. So I looked at porn!"
Carly(she's hott) inquired if I had said "porn." I, being the honest shmuck that I am decide to tell the truth.
She asks again,"You looked at porn yesterday?" I again respond with an affirmation. She kind of looks at me funny, and I state," Yes, I know, I am a very immoral person."
She looked at me kind of funny the rest of the day. Nick on the other hand was thinking to himself,"Who cares, it's just porn." And I tell Nick,"I don't know any guy that can honestly say that he hasn't looked at porn."

Yeah, I liked my day today.

  Shanna's cute and narrow face, with her smoothed features and an even pale complexion around eyes that are like a portal to a different plane of existance. Her nose, smooth like the rest of that beauteous face, is set perfectly in place and her lips, ruby red, show a tentative smile. Her narrow cheeks show the tiniest tint of pinkish hue, she's blushing.
  The face of this girl is a little on the pale side of the spectrum, and her cheeks allow that one human trait of blushing to just barely show through. Around her eyes the value of her skin darkens minutely, enunciating the minuscule imperfections of her face. Her young flesh shines slightly in the lighting of the room and her gentle chin adds the finishing touches.
  Orbs like a deep dark vat of chocolate fudge, the pitch black pupils of which lure me forth. That piercing gaze captivates the soul of any mortal man, leaving the body perplexed. Her wanting puppy-dog eyes rimmed neatly with her black mascara, only advancing the trance into the next depth. I could not possibly take my stare away.
  Those vividly astonishing red-hued lips, a color perfectly matching the Cattleya Orchid's own. The upper lip of her most divine smile, or grimace may it be, is naught but a thin red line accompanying that smooth, unchapped lower lip. That mouth is in perfect protortion to the rest of her face, making her seem even more angelic than before.
  A nose that is prominent, though not in any way grand and certain not lilliputian. To sum her nose into only one word it is middlg. The way the ridge of her nose separates those orbs and converges with her penciled eye-brows causes me to ponder the implications of such radiance. How could one girl among so many come together so masterfully?
  Shanna is gazing at me right now, her puppy-dog eyes keeping me snared, her lips set slightly apart, quiverign almost unnoticeably. Capricious is the smile upon the young girl's lips. Chimerical is the surface of her skin and the way her head is facing off to one side seems to let her beauty shine even more. Her posture brings out the shape of those amiable cheeks and the set of her eyes. The solitary dimple in her chin makes the surreal reality of her coem to life. I can make out the minute abysses of her face as she smiles a little. It is all layed out before me now, and I now know perfection would be a mistake.

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Well, that's the essay that I did for my AP English class at the beginning of the school year. I wrote it from studying a picture of [Goodbye Forever]. I collected from a friend of her's house that her name is Shanna.

Ha, yesterday there was a fight in the hallway at school! One biggish indian, a little stockier than me, but not as buff, and he was punching on some skinny indian kid. For me, it was funny, because I got there at the end and neither of them could fight.
Right as I was heading over to jump in it was broken up though, so i didn't get to pound anyone. But heck, the little guy was bleeding all over from his nose, it was great fun to watch for those 2 seconds I was nearby.

The how to, for guys to look tough: Machine Extended!

Okay, before I had free-weight exercises, and yeah, I did leave out a few things that I have recently added to my retinue to tone my triceps, I recently added incline reverse push-ups. And how you do that is with a chair, you grip the edges and lower yourself down in front of it and then back up.
On another note though, today I want to brign machines into the mix, and for a truly great build you need to start with the free-weights, and then end with the machines, go until you can't go anymore.

Biceps:
3-6x8-15 curl machine. moderate.

Triceps:
3-4x8-12 tricep extension machine. moderate.
3-6x10-15 tricep push-down. heavy.

Chest:
3x8-12 incline press machine. heavy.
3-4x8-12 flye machine. heavy. bring last set to failure or hold until failure.

Shoulders:
optional 3x6-10 shoulder press machine. light-moderate.

Deltoids:
3x6-10 lateral deltoid raise machine. light-moderate.
3x6-10 reverse flye machine. light-moderate.

Back:
3-5x8-15 pull down machine. moderate-heavy.
3-6x10-15 lat row machine. moderate-heavy.

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democrats piss me off
join the John Kerry is a little bitch foundation (JKLBA) or the Democrats Piss me off ALMOST more than Liberalists Foundation (DPMOAMTLF)
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     --Quoted from [democrat=lame]