Prometheon

Who Found Whose hair in Whose Bed? - Owen

I did Champions and I'm a Window (though there were probably some of those around after the CFOX interview.)

Champions of Nothing When Hollywood runs out of Indians When the bar stars melt and their golden hair turns to glass When Hollywood runs out of Indians When the bubble bursts and the first are come for by the last There

Somehow, I got this to play over and over, so I got the words pretty easily. I

I'm a Window is fucking awesome.

So far, I'm actually a bit disappointed. Odette is good. I like the old Black Helicopter better, and Boy Come home is unremarkable. Edit...oops. It just picked up a bit. This is a tad better.

Champions is rocking, but I have to go to work soon. URGH!

When he joins the military, his position will be General Cad.

Is a CAD fan.

Whoa there. Just because people can't learn from every single situation doesn't necessitate life not being worth living. That's sort of a big jump to make is it not? That's pretty much all I'm saying, too. I'm just expanding and saying that in some cases, nothing is enough. There is a such thing as irrevocable damage. I doubt this new drug will change that. As for your dad, that sucks and I'm sorty for your loss, but it's not something I'd expect to make you suffer from PTSD or something similar. I've had a similar experiance actually, and I was only about 12 when it happened to me. I never said that.

The only thing missing fom it was you ;)

Heh, thanks Adam. I'm just utterly appaled with some of these posts, both on a contextual and logical level. Take this one for example:

I am shocked by some of the opinions presented in this thread. Shiri, I'm incredibly surprised with you. One rape victim becomes a stronger person because of it does not equate to everyone who has ever been raped needing to "learn a lesson and become a stronger person." That type of reasoning is inductive and potentially dangerous. How old was she when she was raped? What if she were a male? What if the offender was a family member? What if it was a preist? What if she had been half (or a quarter, or a tenth) of the age she was when it happened? The fact of the mater is, that PTSD exists, and it often imapairs the functioning of the victim on a profound level. Often, yes, people can overcome it through insight therapy, medication, or even just on their own, but often this is not the case. Things like these are not an exact science, and just because some people respond differently to treatments (and some don't even need them or respond to them at all) speaks only to the differences in their experiances, perceptions of them, neuroanatomical makeup, and personality. To say that a drug that mitigates the effects of potnetially life-shattering occurances in your life is unneccessary is a completely insensitive, ignorant and blanket statement. I guarantee that there is a set of events that could have happened to you in the past that would make you a much worse person in the present. The term "worse" could mean phobias, disorders, fixations, even changes in neuroanatomical functioning. Also, it is likely that the administration of a drug that does what this drug claims to do may mitigate these effects. I'm not saying "oh, you've been raped? Had a bad breakup? Here, take these pills and forget all about it." But I am saying that in certain circumstances, it would be more than warranted, and in many of these situations, no amount of "what doesn't kill you just makes you stronger" and "learn a lesson from your experiances" bullshit would help.

I had an insane dream last night. It was even NF related! My first one ever. So I'm out on a trip with my family, and we end up going to this spooky haunted mansion. We're touring through it, and it's actually really fucking scary. Black shadows are darting around in the corners of my eyes, and through doorways, etc, and I'm getting freaked out. We don't make it all the way through, so we decide to sleep there. We find a bedroom, and there's some mints. My mom and step dad infor me that I have to feed the pillow a mint every so often, or it'll come alive and bite my ear off. They put one down on it, and lie down, but I'm all freaked out, cuz I don't know how often I need to wake up and re-apply he mint, and I don't want to get my blood sucked by some crazy-ass pillow, so I take the car and leave. I'm driving around randomly, looking for a place to sleep when I remember the Offical NF Gathering! I book it down and am let in by Anton, who seems a little annoyed to see me. I walk into his house, and Adam, Lauren, Tracy, and him are there. I'm fucking starving, so I grab a burger (which annoys Anton even more) and try to engage in some awkward conversation. Tracy wants none of it, Adam seems unimpressed, and Anton looks like he wants me out of his house, because I'm not oldschool/cool enough. Lauren is looking at me like she's raping me with her eyes, and I'm just sitting there trying to enjoy my burger when I wake up. Whack, no? Last time I post here right before bed.

Yeah, Stats 201 was an amazing class. You learn so much cool (and applicable) stuff.

My dad and I have a bit of a communication barrier, but love each other to death, and my step dad is an amazing guy who I can tell anything. So...uh yeah. Go me?

Nope. I'm not doing it. My camera girl decided she didn't want to do it with me because I'm too much of an asshole. Which is untrue.

Now it all comes down to numbers Now I'm glad that I have quit Folks these days just don't do nothing Simply for the love of it ... I saw a sign on easy street that said "be prepared to stop" I pray for the independant little man if I don't see next year's crop And I sit here on the back porch in the twilight And I hear the crickets hum Sit and watch the lightning in the distance But the showers never come I sit here and listen to the wind blow I sit here, and I rub my hands I sit here, and listen to the clock strike And I wonder when I'll see my companion again.

A Month of Sundays by Don Henley is a beautiful song.

Every time I've watched that show I've gotten every question right except the ones based on American culture (ie: which president served during blah blah blah.) It's annoying how for EVERY question the host goes all melodramatic. The question can be incredibly easy and obvious to EVERYONE, and he'll be like "lets see what your classmate wrote...he put the same thing as you, which means if it's wrong you're going home." I also feel bad that no one chooses the cute blonde girl. She always looks so enthusiastic. The chubby nerd is the most popular, but people always pick him first and then do grade 1 subjects. SO STUPID. If you think he's the smartest, either save him until you work your way up, or tackle the big stuff first. Fucking idiots.

Whey protein with glutamine and honey. Fucking sore muscles :S

I may be attempting this. Updates....by the end of the month.

No it wasn't.

I had one that was Erin Brockovich Screwed My Dog Skip.