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Name: Nicholas
Country: United States
State: Arkansas
Metro: Conway
Birthday: 2/27/1990
Gender: Male
Interests: I do enjoy planning out elaborate fight sequences during daydreams.
Expertise: Veganism, and evading things.
Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs
Industry: More likely than not, nothing.
Message: message me
AIM:  BuckyCurIs
Member Since:
8/24/2005
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| Yeah, I should be seeing Grindhouse tonight, midnight showing. Anyone who cares to join me and Austin Alexander, he or she may call me. 450-7908. Or 221-330-8004. But that second number belongs to Mike Jones, not me.
So, I had four quarters to buy a soda at school. I put two in the machine before I realized they weren't being accepted properly. I kicked the machine, and got a nickel back. The only significance of the story was the phrase "nickel back". If you're not a complete cockbucket (Trademarked by Captain), you should understand.
Hmm...as for love life...I can't say that I've been particularly impressed by the opposite sex. Nothing deeper than physical attraction, plus I'm just generally afraid of commitment, since most people just end up not being the least bit romantic towards each other in the end.
NEDM
I recently bought a pack of Pokemon cards, and received a card easily worth twenty bucks on eBay. Something to this extent:
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| I should be doing an Algebra II assignment. Humor me.
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| If it's possible, which, with every additional thought about the subject I gain a bit more doubt, I'm becoming more motivated about learning French. Weird, eh?
I'd like to congratulate Captain Howdy, my good friend Michael Stewart, for introducing to me the line "Bucky Curls is fucking girls." Untrue, and delightful.
Robert DeNiro is a badass, and the movie Taxi Driver supports my thesis. He dies for a twelve-year-old hooker. Jodie Foster, under the name "Iris".
Dude, Vista is totally worth completely overhauling an existing PC/buying a new one. Totally.
I like making points in small, punctual paragraphs. It's very...gripping.
Oh, I had a Facebook account until ten minutes ago. I came upon the realization that few of those who read about me actually care about me. I will not contribute to gossip like that, if someone wants to meet me, they can meet me. Or read this, it's more captivating.
I find it funny how people can claim to really dislike (or "hate"...that word's used too much), but still have the will to constantly bring that person up in conversation. There are better things to talk about. Like bears.
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| I appreciate the cold weather more than the warm, oddly enough. My hair comes in quite handy at this time of the year, so take that, all of you bastards that tell me that I need to cut it. I've got a few problems, nothing really relating to school or things happening directly around me, but more of things that are probably going to happen in the future. Scratch that, I have a headache now.
I just got done watching The Inconvenient Truth (with Al Gore); yes, he has a weird accent, and he was completely made fun of in an episode of South Park, but that doesn't make what he's saying any less valid than what it could be. And what he's saying, if you haven't heard of the movie, is about the problem of global warming. Big parts of Antarctica are actually drifting away, and many, many storms are happening (namely hurricanes and typhoons), and it's all because of our selfish desire of convenience. Carpooling is considered taboo, nobody wants to let leaves decompose or send them to someone that could use them as compost (they'd rather burn them--releasing a crap-ton of carbon dioxide in the air), et cetera. I'm not going to continue this, Al Gore's much better at explaining it. Something bad will happen though, in the not-too-distant future(I'm guessing maybe twenty or thirty years from now). Something really bad. Worse than 9/11, worse than Katrina, worse than the wildfires constantly going on in California, and we can stop it.
Another problem; my future. I don't really care about formal education enough to pursue anything, yet everyone says it'll be better for me. Yet...those people are the ones that got told that it would be good for them when they were growing up, probably when people that didn't go to college were exiled, in a sense. People have gotten to be very successful without a college education, although, success is a relative term. I'm thinking that I won't listen to those people. Besides, I'd rather be a free thinker, and base all of my decisions that I make in life from the knowledge I gain not being pampered, in a nice surburban home, leading the same life that everyone on my street does. Being stuck in suburbia isn't going to leave a lasting, positive mark on the world. I really, really, really want to do something good for mankind. But...hardly anybody's willing anymore. Also, bearsbears.ytmnd.com
I think I'm done here for a while, I've gotta get back to...umm....staying at home.
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| Here was the plan: I was going to fall asleep early so I may wake up at
nine. I wanted to watch a couple of shows at that time, because they
seemed really interesting. I discovered a fault, though. I've consumed
about two liters of Mountain Dew, and...that's a problem. I can't feel
my right side. Anyways, I'm still awake, and I just got done eating
pineapples. And drinking even more Mountain Dew.
I have plans for the rest of the week! It's quite unusual, and I feel proud.
This school year will probably be the best. My prediction.
Snakes on a Plane, which will be the greatest movie in the latest
millenium, has a song, apparently. It's by a band called Cobra
Starship, and the video is genius.
I felt really embarrassed when I bought Nintendogs. I have no regrets,
because bitching at dogs is so much more fun when you can just turn off
the game when they start to whine.
Cici's pizza dough/crust tastes like balsa wood. It's terrible.
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