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Name: Taylor
Country: United States
State: Oklahoma
Metro: Edmond
Birthday: 12/21/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Kodiak Bears, Smiting Orcs, Black Magic, Gemstones, Norse Mythology, Growing Beards, Sailing the Greek Isles, Taking Steroids, Precautionary Zombie Invasion Survival Planning, Super Nintendo, Shaving Body Hair, Taking Really Hot Myspace Pix, Pretending to be a Power Ranger, Hiking, Interior Design, Scandinavian Furniture, Vietnam Flashbacks, Retro Fashion, Food, Saying "Where's the beef" at inappropriate times, Classic and Contemporary Music, Girl Talk, Pillow Fights, Nature Studies, Collecting pieces of the Triforce, Travel, Nickelodeon Game Shows, LEGOS, Drawing and Design, Catching the original 150 Pokemon, Cartoons, Pornography, CARTOONS WITH PORNOGRAPHY, Hulk Hogan Movies, Film Making, Live Action Role Playing, Tasting different assortments of cheese, Sarcasm
Expertise: Cocktails, Interior Design, Music, and Wii Sports
Occupation: Theologian
Industry: Make believing
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AIM:  Tayla Taaay
Member Since:
2/15/2004
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| The cold north wind
Thank Hod for the unexpected
winter chill wrought on us during the past day. Just to clear any
confusion to the three people reading this, I meant to type Hod, not
God. Hod is the anglicized version of the Norse God of Winter, Höðr.
Enough mythology for tonight, though.
Okay, so there has been something on my mind lately. It seems that when
I ask someone of their goals and dreams, the common response is "get a
degree, then a job, then a family."
Now, by no means is attaining that triune a simple task, and in no way
am I criticizing those content with that life plan. I certainly want
those three things in life, but then again, so does nearly everyone.
Actually, I NEED a job in life. Most people who aren't spoiled rich do.
I WANT a nice job in either microbiology or pharmacy. I NEED a degree
to get that sort of employment. I WANT to have kids, but according to
Darwin, I NEED to have kids [to be genetically successful, ya dig.]
Here's what I'm getting at: Many people develop goals set on what they
need, and not so much on what they want. My only real complaint on this
strive for necessity--if you can call it a complaint-- is that people
fail to define themselves.
So, here is a list of goals I WANT to do in my life:
1. Learn how to:
a. salsa dance
b. speak norwegian
c. mix the perfect cocktail
d. prepare well-rounded meals
e. play that damn violin that's been sitting in my closet since 6th grade
g. give a massage that doesn't cripple someone
2. Build:
a. a coffee table
b. a statue
c. my own body
d. a house
3. Meet:
a. Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull
b. Nathan Fillion of Firefly
c. myself, in 20 years (note: goal will take twenty years.. stay alive)
Okay, so I set up an example of defining goals...as obscure as they are...
Now is your turn. Surprise me. Define you.
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Illinois
By Sufjan Stevens
They Are Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From The Dead!! Ahhhhhhh!
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Cadavers 'R' Cool!!But seeing old dead vagina is a definite way to shut down your libido.
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| My dream of being a Coroner has been shot to shitTuesdays are LAB days. A hefty chunk of my schedule on these days
encompasses four hours of Chemistry II lab with an eccentric lab
instructor who slightly reminds me of my Chem teacher from high school.
More than likely, this teacher didn't get a DUI when driving to
Whataburger.
Although Chemistry with Dortch 2.0 dominates much of my lab time, there
is still much to be said about Human [Anatomy &] Dissection. I saw
my first three cadavers today. THREE. That's a lot of dead for a person
to see, unless you're a murderer, cop, investigator, doctor, nurse,
coroner, priest, unlucky person who stumbles on dead bodies, George
Romero, those kids from Stand By Me, etc...
Have you ever seen a dead person before? It's not as fun as it sounds.
In fact, it made my skin crawl seeing three lifeless bodies covered by
a thin layer of clear plastic. That slip cover adds an interesting
effect to the appearance of a corpse. It makes it look unreal, like
it's horror movie prop in storage. You feel that--although it is
indefinitely room temperature, motionless, and laden with a stench of
cabbage and vinegar--at any second life will try to reclaim the body
and its soul will escape from the underworld as its physical remains
escape from the bag.
Then, the professor told us that these donated cadavers were people who
died in assisted living and/or retirement homes, and either no family
[wanted to] claim the remains or no one could afford for a proper
burial.
Yeah. Kind of puts a bitter taste in your mouth.
So does the smell of formaldehyde.
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| TGIMI've been waiting for school to start like Joe Piscopo has for a
spike in his career. In other words, I've been doing nothing and
ecstatic for this semester.
Also, last night I had a dream where I had one of those nifty
hoverboards from BttFPII (that's Back to the Future Part II for all
those non MJF acolytes) and I just shredded up some steps and roadways
real futuristic style. Unfortunately, there was no Griff Tannen
pursuing me.
Hm. This semester will be pretty good, hopefully. Hot bitches in all my classes, MFer!! LOLz.1!
So tonight is Monday Night RAW night. I can't wait to see-na John Cena.
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| This is just how I feel sometimes...
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