School tomorrow. Bloggage slow. Don't be surprised to see the same amount as before. (One update every blue moon).
I saw a guy taking a leak on a wall today. It was hard to not laugh. Very hard. I'm almost done chapter 12. I'll finish it in the metro. [scribble scribble]
haha. gotta go.

I don't know her too well, but she worries me. She gets three to four hours of sleep and some nights, none at all. She knows she feels sick because of this, but doesn't want to take action. I want to help, but I'm drawn back, I feel I shouldn't interfere. I don't want to butt in without them knowing me that well... but I want to help. I don't understand why I do things like this. I don't know why I help others who I barely know. All I know is that I do, even though I don't know why. I understand that you probably don't understand, but that's okay. I just wanted to get this off my chest. Just wanted to let it out.

Sleep. People like it, people hate it. Not enough is bad, and too much is bad. Just like the Molson Ex commericials say, "It's all about balance." Balance is hard to achieve. People can work late nights, sleep early in the morning, and get up hours later. Some people just sleep. Long bouts, 16 hours straight. I don't understand why. Maybe because of the peace in sleep? I'm trying to get balance. I need to get back into my normal schedule of sleep.... and everyone who's reading this, so should you. If you wanted to know, I sleep from 11ish to 6:30, maybe 7AM. I go into bed at 10, I spend an hour trying to sleep, and then I sleep at 11, 11:45 at the latest. A solid 7 hours, 9 is sometimes what I get the most. I'm going to go. I'll listen to music, and then sleep the night away.

You're laid-back, cocky, and, for the most part, quite lazy - but you can get off your ass for a task you really care about. Although your friends and family tend to see you as sort of an idiot, you know they care about you. And even though you'd never admit it outright, you need them too. You're a genuine people person, and for everybody telling you you're obnoxious all the time, they sure do love you. Just be sure to work in some time for yourself so you don't get too drained.
Yeah... That's mostly true, to be honest... I am laid back and a little cocky, and pretty lazy too, though I do keep focused on big projects (Metal Gear: ZEN, school projects...). I'm going to stop writing, because I'm just repeating it all.

I don't really know how to start off a blog correctly. I just start... typing. Today was pretty boring. I played Medal Of Honor: Allied Assault a lot today. I then popped in Metal Gear Solid on my Gameboy, and thought for a second...
Would a cardboard box be a useful stealth tool, or a deathtrap?
I see characters like Solid Snake, and Raiden, crouching under large cardboard boxes, and I see them sneak by successfully unscathed. I started thinking, would it be any good in a real life situation? With technology today, a box isn't so efficient. Some security systems are very elaborate, with heat sensors under the flooring, cameras, and infared lasers. A person's heat coming from the cramped box would be detected by the heat sensors, the camera would probably see a moving box, and the box itself would be too big to pass through infared lasers undetected (Think "Entrapment").
Now, the situation changes. A large storage room, 6 guards, and not such advanced technology, say, some cameras, limited field of sight, and moving, to compensate for a limited view, and a bunch of boxes and crates. A person could be successful in sneaking to their destination if they are very careful, or if the guards are really thick skulled and possibly going blind and deaf. The infiltrator in the box could make themselves appear to be a stationary box, hiding near the larger crates and boxes. He could then use his knowledge of the camera's limited vision to his advantage, moving when it's turned away from the person's position.
Still, with the way technology advances, the second situation won't appear as often as the first. After thinking it over, a box is useful, but only in select situations. It's also pretty flimsy, and if the area is in the rain, the box could just fall apart after being soaked. But I'd still use it. Why? Because it'd be crazy, and fun, just what I'd do, because I'm that kind of guy. ^_~
Any questions? Comments? email or MSN instant message me at that address, or even easier, tag my board.

All that painting and anger paid off! I got paid! Yeah! Several weeks of hell and I get 75 bucks. Pretty good. =)
That's pretty much it today, no long winding blog about insanity, because I'm in a "chill out" mood, just sit, relax, and listen to music....

This one is for any of you that liked Forrest Gump...
"Anyway, like I was sayin', shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. Dey's uh, shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There's pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich. That- that's about it."
Hahaha. -_- i'm running on fumes. i'm going insane, and i think i will SNAP. what i need is a rifle, a bell tower, and a steady aim. MWAHAHAHAHAHA. [ahem] If you want to talk about it, or attempt to cheer me up in any way possible, then please, type up an email, and go toss it at my head or something. I'll always reply... go! now! do it! please? pretty please? please say yes, i'm tired of fighting off dogs who want a piece of my box. those bastards. and then the shopping cart hobo trying to take up my space. it's a good thing the saxophone player comes by to help me kick their asses. and don't even get me started on those ninjas. they swarm in like they own the place, and then i have to go and take out my Daikatana blade and hack people to pieces.
Stupid is as stupid does.
I just thought of all the stupid things I've done, and how i really regret some of them... there's too many to list, and I end up regretting what i do sometimes. sometimes when a window of opportunity opens up, and it's all clear, i don't take it. -_- Or how i can say something, not knowing someone gets offended by it. It hurts to know things i've done have inadvertedly hurt someone else...but there's always time to patch things up, right? ....usually not.... some people I know never give a chance to let someone apologize or forgive them.
You've always got to put the past behind you before you can move on.
But, like Forrest says, I should put the past behind me. I have to walk on, look forward... ehh... this is something i'd rather think about sometime later. Well, I'm out for now, sayonara.

I don't blog often because I am one lazy sonofabitch. If you want me to blog more often, say "The Sheep Password" Baa-ram-ewe. Haha, anyways, I'll blog later. See you!

Mmm, chinese food for dinner. I started playing Priston Tale today, barely had time to do it. The good news is it was worth the download. The bad news is that I barely had time to do it on a count of painting and others needing the computer. I didn't mind. In other news, the tagboard isn't working at the moment (7:38 PM). Aw well. I don't feel like plugging anyone today, but look at that. I just did. Heh, talk about creative. I think my hands hurt. Typing links is.... fun.

Oops. Looks like I forgot to blog. Well, I'm downloading the beta of Priston Tale, an online rpg. I feel boring today. If you happen to see me online, and I seem... dull... don't be surprised, kay?

I am not in the best of moods, there's no one to vent to, and my options are to go fucking insane, or just sleep early. I am really irritated right now, and the slightest thing might make me snap. I'm being rude, sarcastic, and a general uncaring tone. I don't know why, but I know it probably has to do with the turpentine or something. And before you ask, making me go into an insane fury, no I don't sniff fumes. Now don't ask. Or else Eric will go MEDIEVAL ON YUOR ASS! ROFL JKJKJK! LOLOLOL!!!11!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Long story short, I painted a lot, turpentine fumes got me dizzy, and the deadline is Thursday. Take a look at my cousin's page, on the tagboard on your left. I SMELL BURNT TOAST!

Today's blog taken from Rage:
I was thinking of doing this in voice, but I didn't. People are around, and they'd start prying in, asking what I'm doing... Anyways...
Me: Hey, I'm Eric, as you already know. This is my little bio for all to read, enjoy!
Nick Name: Rick, Snake, Ant
Born: May 13th, 1989 (Mother's Day Weekend!) ^_^
Age: 13, though I've been mistaken for older.
Zodiac: Taurus
Hobbies: I do a lot of things. I've called my self a jack of all trades, I tend to try everything. Like I've mentioned way back when, I'm writing a story with Jimmy, currently on Chapter 12.
I spend my mornings eating breakfast and watching daytime Tv, painting my balcony, and doing things that you wouldn't think I would do. I'm into some sports, though this summer, it's been mostly R and R, with work crammed in the open spaces. I draw a bit, and sometimes I paint.
Tv: Trading Spaces, IRON CHEF! (with Jess), Electronic Playground, CSI, Cowboy Bebop, One Life To Live, sometimes I tune in to the History Channel, y'know, keep my mind working this summer, learning a bit. ~_^
Music: Yoko Kanno and the Seatbelts, Queen, Linkin Park, Beastie Boys, The Police (Weeee, 80's music!), Moby, Billy Idol, INXS, The Beatles, Paul McCartney and the Wings, Creed, Avril Lavigne, yeah, everything.
Pets: One dog, Trunks.
Resident: Montreal, Quebec, though I can speak little french.
This is my blog, where I fly off the handle and let loose my fury.
Words: Damn, " ..... ", What the hell?, Howdy
Style: Quiet, concentrated, and then fun and insightful
Idol: No one that I can think of, not at the moment.

Well, I hope you liked that, I have to run.
Stay frosty, stay sharp.