Jimi the Hendrix, POLYSICS, DJ QBert, Miles Davis, Billy Idol, Bjork, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Rage Against the Machine, Seal, Square Pusher, the Flashbulb, Max Burch, Felix Mendelssohn, MC Hawking, Dr. Octagon, Sergei Rachmaninoff, Janis Joplin
Jet Li's Fearless, the Protector, Kill Bill, Nacho Libre, 300, Kung Pow, Kung Fu Hustle, Malcolm X, Ghost Dog
Television
Ninja Warrior, Future Weapons, Kappa Mikey (thats right), Futurama, Attack of the Show, Daily Show, Colbert, Samurai Jack (which they should bring back), Bobobo Bo Bobobo, other than that, l dont really watch much TV
Books
Science and Religion; Einstein's Space, Van Gogh's Sky; Zen Guitar (what? l like guitar); the occasional guitar mag; Karate Dojo; Radar, Hula Hoops, and Playful Pigs; Ethan Frome; Scarlet Letter; Grapes of Wrath; I, Mordred; Scary Stories 1; Hatchet; my autobiography I'll probably never write; Eating People, the Book; Untold Stories of Stories that Haven't Been Told; What's That Ticking Noise?; A B C's METAL!!!; The Total Fat Ass Diet; Places You Shouldn't Stick You Nose in or Any Other Part of You;
cannot stand Harry Potter. Cant do it. tis so craptastic-l cant even begin. only thing worse is Inkheart
About me: l'm an adorable 19 year old man-boy from Vineland, NJ. My hobbies include chasing robots, playing video games,
nooding on my guitar,acting like the crazy mofo that l am, and kicking ass at my dojo. Between these hobbies,
l am usually schooling it up at CCC as a music major or working at Marshalls as a sales associate.
l'm a pretty open minded and liberal dude, even though l'm not very political. l'm not really confrontational
enough to be a radical, even when l agree with them. l'm too busy killing Zombies to care too much.
As far as religion and such goes, l don't really consider it an important aspect of my life at the moment.
l'm looking mildly into different beliefs, but l don't think it makes who l am or anythin. l believe in an
afterlife, but l think we should just worry about this life for now.
As far as my personality goes, l guess lm pretty nice. Ya know, lm pretty coo'. And weird. And coo'. The worst part about me is that l forget things
easily and l'm overwhelmed by work easily, making me somewhat flaky. l sincerely try though, so l'm not flippant.
People think l'm crazy because l like acting like I am, because it's fun. Sometimes it scares or annoys people,
but it almost always makes me laugh. lll admit some people will insult me or snap at me, and then it hurts my
feelings. Depending at the moment, l'm very quiet or very loud. l'm especially loud when yelling blood curling
screams in my battles against zombies.
My aspirations are: to grow my hair out super long, cut it and donate it, then grow it back out again; to lose weight
and be not only sexier (l already am sexy, woot!) but to be fit; to become a music teacher (or at least find out what my
future profession will be, if l change my mind again!); to get my black belt, and to feel as though l deserved it; to
be an even better boyfriend to my beloved Hana; to escape the shitty shitty-ness of Marshalls for a better job; to kill all the robot zombies.
Who I'd like to meet: Joe Zombie, Tom Morello, Naked Hannah
okay again, was sick pretty bad havent been since 7th grade so yeah was kind of a scary thought and my back is still bad, probably shouldnt have joined any school until I had more spare time. How is Sensei manuel and Sensei Reim? Wish I did'nt have to leave but my doctor said I should do any vigorous exercising at all. But lately he's been letting me do more and more. I still remember most of those basic things. And my stepdad reinforced Wing cChun I had learned. I can only practice movements though until he returns again. how is your life man?
C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says, "sorry, but we don't serve minors." So E-flat leaves, and C and G have a fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and G is out flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough.
D comes in and heads for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me. I'll just be a second." Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and says, "Get out! You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."
Eventually C sobers up and realizes in horror that he's under a rest. C is brought to trial, found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of D.S. without Coda at an upscale correctional facility.
That is the name of my last blog post. A bit off my normal subject, but it tells a story we should all know. Hope you get to see it for sure. The truth needed to be told.
