Blah.
So for some reason City of Heroes keeps doing this magical lag-up thing that turns defending Paragon City into a really bad acid trip. I wonder if it's something on my system that I can fix.
Alyssa and I seem to have put aside whatever differences we had before, and we're hanging out again. She let me borrow her Republica album. I'm going to admit it, Republica kicks ass. Republica kicks ass big time. I'm buying this cd. This is probably one of the best damn pop/rock/electronica bands I've ever listened to. Not to mention they've got a female singer and they're from England, always nice to find music that has a female singer and doesn't make me want to mutilate my ears.
In other news, I got whacked with a $221 phone bill and a notice that if I didn't pay it within a week Verizon was going to terminate my service. Needless to say, I came up with the cash today and the bill's already paid in full. I am also now broke, completely. I don't have enough money to even put gas in my car. This does not prevent me, however, from spending my last six bucks on two stupid little astro-jax thingies that looked like possible raver-toys. Apparently I'm a raver now, not sure how that happened. I guess that classifies me as a goth/industrial/metal/raver/grunge/rocker/artsy/gamer kid. Or, in simpler terms, fucked up and completely unorthodox.
Now I understand why I was a misfit amongst misfits. Take that, scene kid bastiches, I shall now commence making your minds implode by fitting absolutely NONE of your categories.
Over Lea's house last night, I got to look at one of her old sketchbooks, a notepad with a bunch of poetry she wrote during her last relationship, and her current written journal. From this, I have discovered:
1) She is extremely artistic, and does charcoal art (which makes me want to do charcoal art again).
2) Her poetry isn't the best I've read, but it's good, and it's honest (which is more important anyway).
3) If her poetry is any idication of how her last relationship was, she went through a lot of emotional turmoil during it (which is all the more reason to rearrange his organs if he tries to hurt her again).
4) I don't think she's loved another guy quite the way she loves me (which is extremely flattering).
5) Apparently I like to write things in list form (and write stuff in parentheses).
I shall now do my happy dance for you. ::happy dance::
I will be doing an overnight lan party at The Internet ConneXtion tonight, so you all have free reign to call me at grotesque hours in the morning and know that not only will I be awake, but overdosed on lethal amounts of caffeine, and probably more distracted from you than a drunk kid in a strip club. Nonetheless, I welcome you all to try. If you're from out of the area, and don't know my phone number, comment and ask. I'll either email you or comment back and screen it (so check your email for it). Just don't expect me to do much more than say "hello, what's up" and commence caffeine-induced eccentric game-ranting.
Dear die-ary, I do believe I'm random today.
Update: I just found this on synthesis21's journal. Copied and did it.
Mark Anthony Caprio's Aliases
Your movie star name: Cheeseburger Luis
Your fashion designer name is Mark Dresden
Your socialite name is Slash Boston
Your fly girl / guy name is M Cap
Your detective name is Kittens Shawsheen Tech
Your barfly name is Cheeseburger Captain Morgan
Your soap opera name is Anthony Francis Wyman
Your rock star name is Red Licorice A Monkey Strapped To A Surface-to-air-missile.
Your star wars name is Marsqu Caplea
Your punk rock band name is The Random Splunge
The Amazing Meganame Generator
Take it, figure out which answers go where, and you'll understand why my rockstar name is "Red Licorice A Monkey Strapped To A Surface-to-air-missile".
And yes, my middle name is Anthony. Shut the fuck up.
Alyssa and I seem to have put aside whatever differences we had before, and we're hanging out again. She let me borrow her Republica album. I'm going to admit it, Republica kicks ass. Republica kicks ass big time. I'm buying this cd. This is probably one of the best damn pop/rock/electronica bands I've ever listened to. Not to mention they've got a female singer and they're from England, always nice to find music that has a female singer and doesn't make me want to mutilate my ears.
In other news, I got whacked with a $221 phone bill and a notice that if I didn't pay it within a week Verizon was going to terminate my service. Needless to say, I came up with the cash today and the bill's already paid in full. I am also now broke, completely. I don't have enough money to even put gas in my car. This does not prevent me, however, from spending my last six bucks on two stupid little astro-jax thingies that looked like possible raver-toys. Apparently I'm a raver now, not sure how that happened. I guess that classifies me as a goth/industrial/metal/raver/grunge/rocker/artsy/gamer kid. Or, in simpler terms, fucked up and completely unorthodox.
Now I understand why I was a misfit amongst misfits. Take that, scene kid bastiches, I shall now commence making your minds implode by fitting absolutely NONE of your categories.
Over Lea's house last night, I got to look at one of her old sketchbooks, a notepad with a bunch of poetry she wrote during her last relationship, and her current written journal. From this, I have discovered:
1) She is extremely artistic, and does charcoal art (which makes me want to do charcoal art again).
2) Her poetry isn't the best I've read, but it's good, and it's honest (which is more important anyway).
3) If her poetry is any idication of how her last relationship was, she went through a lot of emotional turmoil during it (which is all the more reason to rearrange his organs if he tries to hurt her again).
4) I don't think she's loved another guy quite the way she loves me (which is extremely flattering).
5) Apparently I like to write things in list form (and write stuff in parentheses).
I shall now do my happy dance for you. ::happy dance::
I will be doing an overnight lan party at The Internet ConneXtion tonight, so you all have free reign to call me at grotesque hours in the morning and know that not only will I be awake, but overdosed on lethal amounts of caffeine, and probably more distracted from you than a drunk kid in a strip club. Nonetheless, I welcome you all to try. If you're from out of the area, and don't know my phone number, comment and ask. I'll either email you or comment back and screen it (so check your email for it). Just don't expect me to do much more than say "hello, what's up" and commence caffeine-induced eccentric game-ranting.
Dear die-ary, I do believe I'm random today.
Update: I just found this on synthesis21's journal. Copied and did it.
Mark Anthony Caprio's Aliases
Your movie star name: Cheeseburger Luis
Your fashion designer name is Mark Dresden
Your socialite name is Slash Boston
Your fly girl / guy name is M Cap
Your detective name is Kittens Shawsheen Tech
Your barfly name is Cheeseburger Captain Morgan
Your soap opera name is Anthony Francis Wyman
Your rock star name is Red Licorice A Monkey Strapped To A Surface-to-air-missile.
Your star wars name is Marsqu Caplea
Your punk rock band name is The Random Splunge
The Amazing Meganame Generator
Take it, figure out which answers go where, and you'll understand why my rockstar name is "Red Licorice A Monkey Strapped To A Surface-to-air-missile".
And yes, my middle name is Anthony. Shut the fuck up.