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so my buddy brought some bomb scag back from beantown. yeah. you know. its pretty effing sweeeeet. no jk. some girl just got stabbed in the vag. on the tv. eli roths trailer for thanksgiving. trampoline. thats all i have to say. good night el jay.
p.s. come back later for something more profound and insightful. haha!
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| nerdy nerdy |
[01 Feb 2006|10:02pm] |
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I Am A: Chaotic Neutral GnomeBard Thief
Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral characters are unstable, and frequently insane. They believe in disorder first and foremost, and will thus strive for that disorder in everything they do. This means that they will do whatever seems 'fun' or 'novel' at any given time.
Race:
Gnomes are also short, like dwarves, but much skinnier. They have no beards, and are very inclined towards technology, although they have been known to dabble in magic, too. They tend to be fun-loving and fond of jokes and humor. Some gnomes live underground, and some live in cities and villages. They are very tolerant of other races, and are generally well-liked, though occasionally considered frivolous.
Primary Class:
Bards are the entertainers. They sing, dance, and play instruments to make other people happy, and, frequently, make money. They also tend to dabble in magic a bit.
Secondary Class:
Thieves are the most roguish of the classes. They are sneaky and nimble-fingered, and have skills with traps and locks. While not all use these skills for burglary, that is a common occupation of this class.
Deity:
Finder Wyvernspur is the Chaotic Neutral god of the cycle of life and the transformation of art, although he leans heavily towards Good. He is also known as the Nameless Bard. Followers of Finder believe that everything must change in order to grow and thrive. Their preferred weapon is the bastard sword.
Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy of NeppyMan (e-mail)
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| no. i am not ok. |
[19 Dec 2005|06:22pm] |
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ive been spending some time with my nonni. which is kinda tricky. but at the same time pretty easy. its just tough. i guess. i dont really know whats going on. or what im doing with my life... i have serious emotional problems. lol. deep seated emotional problems for which i should probably seek profesional help before i become completely intolerable.
oh well...
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[09 Dec 2005|12:27pm] |
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i think someone is mad at me. hence the last entry....
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[09 Dec 2005|04:49am] |
im a faggot who does drugs for a living instead of going to college and fixing my fucked life.
oh thats right. i cant go to college or do anything with myself because im a poor fuck up on top of it.
because i waste my life away as well as my money if i ever have any on drugs to pretend i dont exist only to wake up after being passed out for 12 hours and realize my sad life and then preceed to continue on with doing nothin about it.
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| anger leads to hate. hate leads to... darkness |
[05 Dec 2005|12:19pm] |
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Dear Cinta,
Please stop playing psychiotrist with me. It depresses me. Remeber when i first met you, you asked abot my situation? I said "if i stopped to think about it i would probably be a very depressed individual." Why do you insist on making me stop and think about it? Did you ever stop and think that maybe it offends people when you try to solve the inigma that is there life in a few, blunt, insensitive words!? I pretend to be sexist because its funny. Its funny to watch the reaction on the girls face. Its funny to get hit by that very same girl. Its funny to scream "make me a sandwich WOMAN!" at the top of your lungs. I do fucked up things for fun. Its not because i dont know who i am or because i am lacking an inner self. YES! I dont know who my father is. NO! my mom doesnt either. SURE! we could say she was completly wasted. BUT! I like to think i had no father... Im the fucking son of GOD!!
love, your very own, nick wheeler.
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| undone for the last time. |
[30 Nov 2005|12:27pm] |
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dont you think i wish that i could stay!? your lips give you away. and im thinking i prefer not to be rescued. shes dying just to keep me close. im finally numb. so please. i dont need to be rescued.
im finally waking up...
go ahead. say you miss me.
im feeling like i might need to be near you. but im feeling alright. and i dont need to be rescued.
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[17 Nov 2005|09:10pm] |
120. Sensuality often forces the growth of love too much, so that it's root remains weak, and is easily torn up.
137. In intercourse with scholars and artists one readily makes mistakes of opposite kinds: in a remarkable scholar one not infrequently finds a mediocre man; and often, even in a mediocre artist, one finds a very remarkable man.
- Friedrich Nietzsche
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| the boys are back in town! |
[08 Nov 2005|05:12pm] |
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nick wheeler and alex hollyer will be in west warren at alex hollyers house TONIGHT! two for the price of one. free admission if you bring a canned good. or some reefer. ummmmmmm... yeah. be there. or be square!! haha. square.
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[05 Nov 2005|03:57pm] |
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that last chain thing kinda made me sad...
love nick wheeler
p.s. the good times are killing me
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[03 Nov 2005|08:55pm] |
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"If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or moritified) about what people remember about you."
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| nick wheeler so freakin happy |
[28 Oct 2005|05:17pm] |
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 fucking ecstatic! ...bitches |
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and if it makes you happy!!! it cant be that bad!! |
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i just talked to my mommy! as soon as she heard my voice she started to cry. but thats ok. cuz im not a bad son anymore!!! jason anderson show tonight! haha. bitches. people should come up sunday. and come get me. and bring me home to a crazy halloween party! peace out. <3 nick wheeler
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[14 Oct 2005|10:51am] |
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Mother your little boy's dying at the gates
with a mace and a longbow arrow
lodged firm in his breastplate.
Isn't there something we should do?
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| there's no secret handshake. there's an IQ prerequisite, but there's no secret handshake. |
[20 Sep 2005|01:38pm] |
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there's no point to any of this. it's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. so I take pleasure in the details. you know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle... and I sit back and I smoke my camel reds and I ride my own melt.
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[14 Sep 2005|02:51am] |
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so quiet. i can hear that the refrigerator is on. |
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i pretty much quite livejournal forever. so i will start up again. i am currently at aroths. it is 2:51 in morning. on wednesday. tomorrow... im not sure what i am doing. or where i am doing it. but im gonna do it. im gonna take the time. and im gonna fucking do it right. bitches...
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| ive got a big fat fucking bone to pick with you my darling |
[19 Jul 2005|07:46pm] |
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when one could have just been a good loyal friend they take the road more traveled. they decide to betray a friend. get shot down hardcore and make themselves feel like crab. and... and! make someone else feel uncomfortable. silly kids. silly fucking kids.
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| she lets me drive her car so i can score an 1/8 |
[14 Jul 2005|02:30pm] |
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went to a crazy asian buffet last nigh. it was pretty effing sick. the asians kept looking at me. i just looked at the floor. after we were filled with asian food. we went to the beach. and me and josh werent going to go in at first but we wanted to get close to the water. so we ran. and ran. and ran. then... we were wet. so we screamed and ran out. then we went in. and everyone took of there clothes EVEN JOSH!
oh yeah. and i didnt go to work today cuz im gonna fuck shit up in boston? :)
later everyone
love nick
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