Which CowBoy BeBop Session Are You?
Session 5:
"It looks like my past is finally catching up with me." - Spike
Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.
This however never applied to you, becuase you haven't ever left that place in the past.
Deep down in your soul you feel the need to end something started long ago, in days when life was so much simpler.
Be it anger, sadness, or happiness...eventually you must let it go...but not now..not yet.
There are still somethings that must be done.

Updated links. Oh, and just so you know... I'm canadian. Like an american, just without a gun. ^_^

To sum up my day, it's hard to buy a chocolate chip cookie without seeing a knife brandishing fatass, using insults which make less sense than something a dope smoking heroin shooting schitzophrenic would say, and that things are fun. Don't feel like writing much today. But I had a great day, nonetheless.
Oh yeah, who's the mysterious BoyInterrupted66@aol.com ? Got this email from them, and I share the same name with their lovarboy. Who are youuuu? Speak up! Dammit!

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the Hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here...
I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the Hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here...
Oh, oh
She's running out again
She's running out
She runs runs runs runs RUNNNNNS RUNNNNS
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special...
I wish I was special...
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo...
What the Hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here....
I don't belong here....

Why doesn't Eric have long messages or posts?
Well, that's hard to answer. I mean, maybe it's because there's some thoughts expressed, not deemed suitable for public viewing. Maybe it's because the people who read this probably already know what I'll say anyways. Who knows, really.
Jess would say it's school, Sruti would say that a short blog is still a fun read, and I say "Well, I don't have the same openness that others have when posting online." It's not like I don't trust people, or that I'm uncomfortable, it's just that... a lot of things, I feel, shouldn't be let out. That, and someone I know could find out and read about it here.
That's all for now....
Oh, and I got Murder By Numbers and Saving Private Ryan on DVD.
Bye.

Eric says: there was a crazy spanish dude with his two kids on the metro, sharing a burger. sounds touching, except that the dad always talked as if he was going to murder, and stuffed the burger in the kids throats like there was no tomorrow. "EAT!"
Jess says: ROFL!
Eric says: and it was like seven fucking fifty Ay Em.
Eric says: C'mon, he's like the only one eating their lunch in the morning
Jess says: you SAW this?
Eric says: yeah they were right in front of me in the metro. one of his kids didn't want the first bite
Jess says: good god, rofl
Eric says: and I was tempted to ask. "LEMME EAT IT!"
Jess says: "Can i have it?! PLEASE!?" rofl
Eric says: so should i post this convo as my blog?
Jess says: yeah, why not?

GO TO ASK'EM'S!
We need people to give advice to! Advice givers need to eat too! GIVE US PROBLEMS TO HELP WITH! PLEEEEAAASSEEE!

Sitting in my sister's computer/PS2 room, tummy full of turkey, I decide to blog. What to write, what to write? I ponder endlessly. Eventually, I figure out that I should just write about.... anything. So write I shall. I was on the phone with Kayla pretty late last night. 3 1/2 hours around.... I had fun, lots. Then I slept, woke up, played Socom and went to my sister's to eat turkey and other good foods. Verryyy gooood foooods. Mmmmm..... good. See ya pals.

It's my first Friday Five, written on a Saturday. Enjoy.

1. If you could only choose 1 cd to ever listen to again, what would it be?
It's either Hybrid Theory by Linkin Park, or Radiohead's second album. The second one more likely, since it might probably maintain my sanity more.
2. If you could only choose 2 movies to watch ever again, what would they be?
Dogma, definitely. The other movie would probably be Saving Private Ryan. Before you go crazy asking why SPR, it's because it adds balance to the two films I chose here. Dogma is very funny and well done, SPR is gritty, realistic, and kicks reality into your head. And both because they make me really think about the LUE. Life, the Universe and Everything. (Yes, I got that from GameFaqs... don't ask.)
3. If you could only choose 3 books to read ever again, what would they be?
Frank Herbert's "Dune", James' and my story, "Metal Gear ZEN", and Robert Heinlein's "Starship Troopers," (Much better than the movie!)
4. If you could only choose 4 things to eat or drink ever again, what would they be?
Pepsi, pizza, ritz crackers, and mac and cheese.
5. If you could only choose 5 people to ever be/talk/associate/whatever with ever again, who would they be?
Sorry, but I can't answer that. I'd need a lot more than 5 people. I don't like having to choose between friends.

And that was today's Friday Five, which was written on a Saturday. Thanks for reading, drive safely!

long story short, quack.
see ya.

Eric here. First off, even though I know she doesn't read this since to her I am one of the more crazy people she's met but anyways... a happy birthday goes out to Joanna.
With that outta the way, I just got word from Sruti that AskEm is now open for business! If you need advice, this is the place to be. It's Steve 1, August, and me, all there to help people out and give advice in general. It's a funny story how it all came together, especially so since I didn't really know the other two before last week. Still though, I'm hoping to find out a little more about them, since we're all working together now. Well I'm out.
See you around.
Edit: I just blogged at Rage, and I might be on the verge of tearing up. I mean... that was probably my longest, and possibly only meaningful, blog there... and well... read it, especially if you're a rager, and you haven't been posting...

La la la. Saturday, watched Saving Private Ryan, Jess got scared out of her mind, and is possibly scarred for life (which means you prolly owe me a scare. =/ you tell me.) I sat through and watched it all. Enjoyed it.
Then I showed her a pic from the movie, where the flamethrower unit explodes and causes the two other guys to get killed by the blast. So I scribbled down on loose paper: "Jess owes me one smack." Sorry bout that. Spur of the moment I guess. Well, now you have reason to meet me I guess. Heh.
Very vague fragmented sentenced blog today. Don't feel like making sense. Happiness is just a word to me, and it might've meant a thing or two if I'd known the difference.
Oh, Sruti, got your email and replied. Also, I'm going to take the existing bits of the Rage story and prolly make something out of it. SINCE NO ONE ELSE WILL CONTINUE, Heh, got your attention there, eh, remaining Ragers? Probably not. which means I continue. yup.
See you around.