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Name: "Stack"
Birthday: 2/6/1987
Gender: Male


Interests: Rebelling against those who think they are rebelling, fighting the old WASP establishment, following my own path
Expertise: Annoying people in the right and wrong ways
Occupation: Operations
Industry: Government


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Member Since: 3/11/2005

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Friday, September 16, 2005

I am so tired.  Ugh.

More on this later.


Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Ah...let's see here...what has gone on the past few days?

Yesterday was frisbee practice.  I don't know how much one single person can suck, but I really did suck.  I was not awake.  Plus, I have the endurance of a sixty year old overweight smoker, so that didn't exactly help.

I stayed up till six this morning.  I don't know why I did so.  It just kinda happens.

Went to philosophy.  It's my favorite class so far because a) the professor speaks english and b) I like philosophy.  We're getting ready to form groups for some project.  Whoop-de-doo.

Got a package in the mail today.  A gift from Courtney (a book), a black shirt, some ramen noodles, and a container of fried cookies were in there.  I love the mail.

And that is what has happened today so far.  Updates later.


Sunday, September 11, 2005

It's 9/11.  Four years later.  It's kinda weird...I remember being in high school and being told about the Twin Towers...and frankly, I was scared as shit.

The one thing I remember about 9/11 was the smell of just utter death that swept the area.  You couldn't describe the odor...it just was a horrible smell...you couldn't forget it if you tried your life; it would just linger in your nostrils, the smell of death and destruction...

There were probably peace protests today.  Now for any of those who know me, I'm all for peace, love, no war, all that fun shit.  Except when it comes to this.  A lesson had to be taught here.  We needed to let the world that you don't fuck with the Stars and Stripes on their home turf.  You fuck with us, well, praying to your lord ain't going to help because you sure as hell ain't going to heaven.  And because of that belief, I do not think it is right to partake in those protests.

I don't know if people will forget or anything.  Will everyone still remember September 11 when we are gone?  I sure hope not.  Someone needs to keep the memories of the firefighters and other heroes alive.


Saturday, September 10, 2005

I hate the Sox.  Let's declare war on the Red Sox Nation.


Well...last night was really...um...interesting...to sum some of it up (wow...that's really weird how that worked out), click here.  I may or may not have witnessed/heard about/said some of the things mentioned here.

I want my cup back...I miss it.



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