Man, am I ever bored.
LAYER ONE: On The Outside
-- Name: Nate
-- Birthdate: 2/27/86
-- Birthplace: I'm not really clear on this, my parents won't give me a straight answer... I think I'm adopted.
-- Current Location: Undisclosed
-- Eye Color: Amorphus
-- Hair Color: Some sort of blond
-- Height: Short
-- Righty or Lefty: Amphibious
-- Zodiac Sign: Pisces
LAYER TWO: On The Inside
-- Your heritage: German, Welsh, Dutch, Native American (not the cool kind... I think they were from Canada)
-- The shoes you wore today: Ridiculously beat-up old Nikes with paint from 3 seperate Drama Club productions on them
-- Your weakness: Styrofoam
-- Your fears: The Cicco
-- Your perfect pizza: Consists entirely of meat and cheese
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Eradicating both Styrofoam and The Cicco in one fell swoop of nuclear hellfire.
LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
-- Your most overused phrase: "Oh Nooooooo!"
-- Your thoughts first waking up: "Where's my shotgun?"
-- Your best physical feature: I have a sexy brain.
-- Your bedtime: Never... I haven't slept in 2 months.
-- Your most missed memory: That one time when The Cicco, Vincent, The Wildebeast and I drove down to Atlantic City in a '61 Lincoln Continental with green headlights.
LAYER FOUR: Your Pick
-- Pepsi or Coke: Top Pop.
-- McDonalds or Burger King: Wendy's
-- Single or group dates: What is this, middle school? "Oh my god come with me to high rollers so I don't have to see him alone!!!!!!!!1111 teeheeeee"
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Tea. Earl Grey. Hot.
LAYER FIVE: Do You?
-- Smoke: No, I just drive around with a cigar in my mouth. Haha, no, I don't do that! Who would ever do such a ridiculous thing?
-- Cuss: Fuck yeah.
-- Have a crush(es): Orange Crush is pretty good... especially in those 16oz. glass bottles, but I'd have to go buy some if I wanted any.
-- Do you think you've ever been in love: Unless the Rat Gods are playing a cruel and terrible trick on me. Glory be to the great Lords of the Auditorium.
-- Want to go to college: Not really, but I'll be there in about 20 days anyway.
-- Like high school: The answer is: Arson.
-- Want to get married: Only because Orson Scott Card wrote 9 books telling me to.
-- Believe in yourself: I like me.
-- Get motion sickness: There was that one time, but it might just have been the 9 G's combined with the simultaneous illusion of weightlessness from the power dive I was executing in my F-100 Delta Dagger.
-- Think you're a health freak?: I recently asked the guy at Wendy's if the "Double Your Beef For 89 Cents" sign applied to triple burgers too.
-- Get along with your parents: We have a working relationship.
-- Like thunderstorms: I don't know, never met him.
-- Play an instrument: Of cooooourse.
LAYER SIX: In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: I ate some of Vin's Greek Mousse.
-- Smoked: Nah, son. Who do you think I am, The Cicco?
-- Done a drug: I only get high on life in America
-- Made Out: Like a bandit.
-- Gone on a date: Like OMG, Totally!
-- Gone to the mall: Yerp
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Who does that!?!?!?!
-- Eaten sushi: No, the only good place within 100 miles was closed when we went.
-- Been on stage: Surprisingly, I have not been on the stage. I will be Wednesday at 10AM... you should be there too, we're going to organize the lighting section and hopefully paint the lift.
-- Been dumped: Almost.
-- Gone skating:
-- Made homemade cookies: No, but I did make some storebought ones.
-- Gone skinny dipping: Not last month.
-- Dyed your hair: Hot pink.
-- Stolen anything: '69 Camaro.
LAYER SEVEN: Ever..
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: I was kind of woozy after eating that mousse.
-- Been caught: I got the thing my keys are on caught in the car door last night.
-- Been called a tease: Teehee!
-- Gotten beaten up: The mosquitos have been kicking my ass all over the place lately.
-- Shoplifted: Who do you think I am, Mr. Dingle, The Strong? Wait, that was barlifting anyway.
LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
-- Age you hope to be married: Before impotence sets in, one would hope.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: 26, each will be named after a letter of the alphabet.
--age you want to die: I'm going to have myself cryogenically frozen just before death.
-- Where you want to go to college: Shut up.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: Hegemon.
-- What country would you most like to visit: Nathanieland, after I take over North America and rename it that.
LAYER NINE: In a partner (b/f- g/f)
-- Best eye color?: As I was explaining to Vincent earlier today, the ideal woman would be a being made of pure energy. Her eyes would have have some cool plasma-effect gradient shit going on.
-- Best hair color?: As per above, it would look like some sort of solar flare
-- Short or long hair: Work with me here, people.
-- Height: ...
-- Best articles of clothing: She's made of energy, why does she need clothes?
-- Best first date location: Considering her energy-being powers, somewhere near Titan.
LAYER TEN: In The Numbers...
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: I'm bored with this thing...
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: Rarrrrrr
-- Number of CDs that I own: Dieeeeeee
-- Number of piercings: I'll pierce you, motherfucker!
-- Number of tattoos: ^see above.
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the news paper: I AM the Newspaper!
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: Sitting around to complete this.
Alright, anyone who comments and answers the following questions correctly gets 5 bonus points!
1. Why is "location: undisclosed" funny?
2. Who is the Wildebeast?
3. Why did we drive a '61 Continental with green headlights?
4. What is Top Pop?
5. Why do I drink Earl Grey tea, and why do I refer to it like that?
Ok, that's enough of that...
-- Name: Nate
-- Birthdate: 2/27/86
-- Birthplace: I'm not really clear on this, my parents won't give me a straight answer... I think I'm adopted.
-- Current Location: Undisclosed
-- Eye Color: Amorphus
-- Hair Color: Some sort of blond
-- Height: Short
-- Righty or Lefty: Amphibious
-- Zodiac Sign: Pisces
LAYER TWO: On The Inside
-- Your heritage: German, Welsh, Dutch, Native American (not the cool kind... I think they were from Canada)
-- The shoes you wore today: Ridiculously beat-up old Nikes with paint from 3 seperate Drama Club productions on them
-- Your weakness: Styrofoam
-- Your fears: The Cicco
-- Your perfect pizza: Consists entirely of meat and cheese
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Eradicating both Styrofoam and The Cicco in one fell swoop of nuclear hellfire.
LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
-- Your most overused phrase: "Oh Nooooooo!"
-- Your thoughts first waking up: "Where's my shotgun?"
-- Your best physical feature: I have a sexy brain.
-- Your bedtime: Never... I haven't slept in 2 months.
-- Your most missed memory: That one time when The Cicco, Vincent, The Wildebeast and I drove down to Atlantic City in a '61 Lincoln Continental with green headlights.
LAYER FOUR: Your Pick
-- Pepsi or Coke: Top Pop.
-- McDonalds or Burger King: Wendy's
-- Single or group dates: What is this, middle school? "Oh my god come with me to high rollers so I don't have to see him alone!!!!!!!!1111 teeheeeee"
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Tea. Earl Grey. Hot.
LAYER FIVE: Do You?
-- Smoke: No, I just drive around with a cigar in my mouth. Haha, no, I don't do that! Who would ever do such a ridiculous thing?
-- Cuss: Fuck yeah.
-- Have a crush(es): Orange Crush is pretty good... especially in those 16oz. glass bottles, but I'd have to go buy some if I wanted any.
-- Do you think you've ever been in love: Unless the Rat Gods are playing a cruel and terrible trick on me. Glory be to the great Lords of the Auditorium.
-- Want to go to college: Not really, but I'll be there in about 20 days anyway.
-- Like high school: The answer is: Arson.
-- Want to get married: Only because Orson Scott Card wrote 9 books telling me to.
-- Believe in yourself: I like me.
-- Get motion sickness: There was that one time, but it might just have been the 9 G's combined with the simultaneous illusion of weightlessness from the power dive I was executing in my F-100 Delta Dagger.
-- Think you're a health freak?: I recently asked the guy at Wendy's if the "Double Your Beef For 89 Cents" sign applied to triple burgers too.
-- Get along with your parents: We have a working relationship.
-- Like thunderstorms: I don't know, never met him.
-- Play an instrument: Of cooooourse.
LAYER SIX: In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: I ate some of Vin's Greek Mousse.
-- Smoked: Nah, son. Who do you think I am, The Cicco?
-- Done a drug: I only get high on life in America
-- Made Out: Like a bandit.
-- Gone on a date: Like OMG, Totally!
-- Gone to the mall: Yerp
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Who does that!?!?!?!
-- Eaten sushi: No, the only good place within 100 miles was closed when we went.
-- Been on stage: Surprisingly, I have not been on the stage. I will be Wednesday at 10AM... you should be there too, we're going to organize the lighting section and hopefully paint the lift.
-- Been dumped: Almost.
-- Gone skating:
-- Made homemade cookies: No, but I did make some storebought ones.
-- Gone skinny dipping: Not last month.
-- Dyed your hair: Hot pink.
-- Stolen anything: '69 Camaro.
LAYER SEVEN: Ever..
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: I was kind of woozy after eating that mousse.
-- Been caught: I got the thing my keys are on caught in the car door last night.
-- Been called a tease: Teehee!
-- Gotten beaten up: The mosquitos have been kicking my ass all over the place lately.
-- Shoplifted: Who do you think I am, Mr. Dingle, The Strong? Wait, that was barlifting anyway.
LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
-- Age you hope to be married: Before impotence sets in, one would hope.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: 26, each will be named after a letter of the alphabet.
--age you want to die: I'm going to have myself cryogenically frozen just before death.
-- Where you want to go to college: Shut up.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: Hegemon.
-- What country would you most like to visit: Nathanieland, after I take over North America and rename it that.
LAYER NINE: In a partner (b/f- g/f)
-- Best eye color?: As I was explaining to Vincent earlier today, the ideal woman would be a being made of pure energy. Her eyes would have have some cool plasma-effect gradient shit going on.
-- Best hair color?: As per above, it would look like some sort of solar flare
-- Short or long hair: Work with me here, people.
-- Height: ...
-- Best articles of clothing: She's made of energy, why does she need clothes?
-- Best first date location: Considering her energy-being powers, somewhere near Titan.
LAYER TEN: In The Numbers...
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: I'm bored with this thing...
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: Rarrrrrr
-- Number of CDs that I own: Dieeeeeee
-- Number of piercings: I'll pierce you, motherfucker!
-- Number of tattoos: ^see above.
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the news paper: I AM the Newspaper!
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: Sitting around to complete this.
Alright, anyone who comments and answers the following questions correctly gets 5 bonus points!
1. Why is "location: undisclosed" funny?
2. Who is the Wildebeast?
3. Why did we drive a '61 Continental with green headlights?
4. What is Top Pop?
5. Why do I drink Earl Grey tea, and why do I refer to it like that?
Ok, that's enough of that...