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Wednesday, October 31st, 2007
4:28 am	I think that I need to explain something. Natalie Portman is the only Hollywood star I've ever had a crush on. I dropped said crush back around episode one. I have not been interrested in anyone hollywood since. My love is now rekindled. Behold, my goddess: http://www.milkandcookies.com/link/42822/detail/ (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 18th, 2007
12:25 pm	I am sitting in a small internet cafe in the heart of london, having paid a quid for sixty minutes of time. I have been traveling alone since Inverness, and will chronicle my adventures thus far in the text that follows. Sunday, July 15th, 2am: I decide I can't handle this shit and go read a book. Sunday, July 15th, 3am: I try to sleep again, fail and go read a book. Sunday, July 15th, 4am: I try to sleep again, fail and go read a book. Sunday, July 15th, 5am: I try to sleep again, fail, pack up my things and leave the hostel with no idea where I'm bound. Sunday, July 15th, 6am: I approach a taxi cab driver. Will says, "In your opinion, what is the most beautiful part of Scotland?" Cab driver says, "That'd be Inverness" Will says, "Anywhere but Inverness." Cab driver says, "Day like today? The north and the West will be especially beautiful." Will gets an idea and says, "Where is the Isle of Skye... you know, Dunvegan, and the MacLeods?" Cab driver says, "West." Will says, "Thanks," and walks west. Sunday, July 15th, 7am: I get directions from a series of friendly Scotsmen and Scotswomen who direct me toward the Great Glen Trail (which is a good 20 kilometers away from where I am) Sunday, July 15th, 9am: I have been walking for three hours now, and had no breakfast or sleep the night before. I happen on a family of french tourists who save my life by giving me a liter and a half bottle of water, and a chair to sit in with some company. They offer to share breakfast with me, but I decline. (foolish) Sunday, July 15th, 1pm: I am exhausted and sweaty and want to sleep, however, I have reached the Great Glen Trail, and learned that I am 12 kilometers from a town called Drumnadochit (or something like that). Sunday, July 15th, 3pm: I pass a group of English campers, who stop long enough to exchange stories. They were going camping and were daunted by the long distance they had yet to travel. When I told them I had come from Inverness and why, they went away mumbling about 'crazy Americans'. Sunday, July 15th, 3:30pm: I come into Drumnadochit and get the first hotel room I can find. I take a shower and then a bath, stock up on granola bars and water, check my emails and Facebooks, and then pay a riddiculous sum of money for a super snazzy dinner. Sunday, July 15th, 8pm: Sleep. I wake up the next morning, and decide to keep walking to Skye. I take two steps and my legs say "Alright, you abusive bastard, here's the deal. We will walk you to the bus stop, NO FARTHER. Your treatment of us yesterday was beyond the pail, and if you pull that kind of stunt again we will walk away from this relationship SO FAST your eyes will spin." Now, I was unaware that legs could talk, so I agreed before I had time to think about it, I was that startled. Anyway, I took the bus to Drumnadochit, where I got a bunk in an empty hostel. I went to get dinner at a really nice restaurant again, and spent too much again, but in the process met who might possibly be the most beautiful woman in Scotland. I didn't catch her name at the time, but she agreed to meet me when she got off of work at 11:30 at the local pub. Never happened. I imagine she didn't get off of work until after midnight. I shall write the restaurant an angry letter as a result (and a less angry one to her, whoever she is). The local pub-goers were about the friendliest people ever, though. Bought me a total of six drinks from the time I arrived (4 in the afternoon) til closing (midnight). This might not seem that impressive, but I spent only a total of an hour in the bar (4-4:30, and 11:30-12). The next day I visited castle Dunvegan and saw where my ancestors came from, and then took a bus to Portree where I found out that to take the sleeper bus to london, I would have four minutes to get from the bus station to the train in Inverness. This is impossible, so through creative means (a bus to Kyle of Lochalse and then a train to Inverness) I made sure I'd make it on time. BUT WAIT! The train has reached areas of FLASH FLOODING and won't be able to make it through! I'm going to have to spend another night in Inverness! (this isn't that bad, actually, it's just going to be a hassle to get a room at this time of night. not particularly keen on the prospect). Oh well... I'll live... Will reclined in his chair and began to read his book, when the voice of an angel broke his concentration. Angrilly, Will looked up to swat the celestial being, but whom did he see, but Claire, from 1st Scot Rail. "I've got a bus for you and the others on the sleeper to london" she said. Will could not believe his ears. In his home country, should something like this happen, he would be "SOL" as the saying goes. He stammered out a thank you, but Claire just smiled. Will made the sleeper train, and true to it's name it slept him the whole way to London. He got there at 8 am, reserved his harry potter book, and got a hostel room for three days. Now he has a few days to do whatever he wants! Hooray! To be continued (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, March 31st, 2007
10:29 pm	2nd Group Group Stats: Survival time:............2 hrs Zombies Killed:...........37 Group Members Turned:.....0 Kill Score:...............37 Individual Stats: Jenna Green, Record Store Clerk:..........1 hr 57 min, turned/cricket batted Bill Sparkeine, Janitor:..................1 hr 59 min, turned/cricket batted Sean Winthrop, Photojournalist:...........2 hrs, turned/shot Justin Larky, Barrista:...................??? Played by: Hallie, JeffN, Pete and Andy. Who's next? (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, March 26th, 2007
3:54 am	A Plea from a Cat Named Virtue Why don't you ever want to play? I'm tired of this piece of string. You sleep as much as I do now, and you don't eat much of anything. I don't know who you're talking to. I made a search through every room, but all I found was dust that moves in shadows of the afternoon. And listen, about those bitter songs you sing: they're not helping anything; they won't make you strong. So we should open up the house. Invite the tabby two doors down. You could ask your sister if she doesnt bring her bassett hound. Ask the things you shouldn't miss. Tape hits and the modern man, cold war and card catalogs to come and join us if they can. For girly drinks and parlor games: we'll pass around the easy lie of absolutely no regrets, and later maybe you could try to let your losses dangle off, the sharp edge of a century. We'll talk about the weather or how the weather used to be. And I'll cater with all the birds that i can kill. Let their tiny feathers fill disappointment. Lie down, and lick the sorrow from your skin. Scratch the terror and begin to believe you're strong. All you ever want to do is drink and watch tv. Frankly that thing doesn't really interest me. I swear I'm gonna bite you hard and taste your tinny blood if you dont stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating since the day you brought me home. I know you're strong. Current Mood: alive Current Music: A Plea from a Cat Named Virtue - The Weakerthans (Comment on this)
Sunday, March 4th, 2007
1:58 pm	1st Group Group Stats: Survival Time:................1 hr 48 min Zombies Killed:....................49 Group Members Turned:...............1 Kill Score:........................48 Individual Stats: Chris Dowel, Photographer:.............................35 min, turned/shot Tara Rosenthal, Veterinary Student:...............1 hr 47 min, turned/shot Steve McDougall, High School Principal:...........1 hr 48 min, suicide Zinc Parker, Security Guard:......................1 hr 48 min, turned Played by: Quade, Laurel C, Eric and Donavon. Who's next? (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 29th, 2006
2:07 am	POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP *Edit* What ought I do: Go to sleep and stop thinking. What will I do: Who knows? I've come to a conclusion. My mind is my own worst enemy. This isn't all that bad, but it's still bad, because my mind has a few things that the average enemy doesn't, chief among them, strategery. Does the bastard strike at 3 in the afternoon (well probably, but then I don't notice)? For the purposes of this argument, hell no, it doesn't. It hits me at one am at night, when I'm tired and just had something happen that shouldn't be read into because it's nothing. But that's just the thing. My mind makes it into something. And then follows a string of other nothings turned into somethings by my dear cranial grey matter. So here I am, at three AM freaking out about a gaggle of nothings! RAAAAAARGH! The other difficulty is that every time I get into one of these moods I become bemused. Screw you Will! This is not even remotely entertaining. You be moody, damnit! Wipe that smirk off of your face! Stop grinning so goddamned ironical! And that's the thing, though I'm freaking out, I have developed the ability to stop taking my freakouts seriously, for whatever reason. Whethere it's to cope or because I am truely freaking out over nothing (the latter is entirely conceivable, and even probable) I'll probably never know. Then again, would I want to? Probably. I tend to want to know things regardless of the consequences. To sum up, I feel like every time I've tried to reach out to people over the past week, it's come to nothing. Am I losing my touch (possibly)? Have I ceaced being able to help people (unlikely)? Do I really need to feel like I am helping people (resounding yes)? Am I helping (who knows)? I have friends and loved ones in varying degrees of pain, and everything I can do for them ammounts to one big Fuckall. I told my parents I'd call them and wish them a happy 25th wedding anniversary. I did. I missed my mom, as she was at flute practice. I said I'd call back. I forgot. Woohoo, go Will, eldest son, heir apparent, brilliant mind, beautiful soul, total effing space cadet. And what, pray, did I do with my time instead of spending five minutes to speak with my dear creators and nurturers? I cleaned myself in a shower, and watched a fairly ammusing anime with my friends. These actions were quite enjoyable, but not anything so epic as to make me forget to wish my mother happy anniversary. Great, then I perceive a series of other events the night over, as expressions of displeasure with me, or mixed signals that I don't feel I responded to quickly enough, or whatever-the-hell nothings that an over-active imagination will cling onto and use to drain my soul. Screw you, soul leech, I've got enough to feed you and an army, but don't think that means I'm not gonna dump a shit-ton of salt on your ass! Squiggly little fucker. I mean, crap. My life rocks. I've little to no reason to be displeased, yet here I am, slinging a monologue at the interweb because everyone I would talk to about this is asleep. Who the hell am I kidding, I don't want to talk to anyone about my problems, because they're nonexistent. I want to help. I want to feel like I'm doing something. Accomplishing something. Making something happen that's worth half a damn. But everyone's asleep, like sane individuals. So I sit and let my mind turn in on itself and BLAAAAH. If you've read all of this, I sincerely apologize for wasting your time. I'm gonna go sleep now... riiiiiight. Current Mood: POOP (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 14th, 2006
6:18 am	CONFOUND THIS PHILOSOPHICAL THINKING!!! Current Mood: BILLIANT! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, November 13th, 2006
3:20 pm	Will Holmes gots to get fed This one time, I was taking a walk in Morris, and I saw a cow standing in the grass. You know, just doing its cow thing, eating grass and all that cow stuff. I was pretty hungry, so I killed it with my bare hands and ate it raw. Because I'm Bill Pardy. Current Mood: intellectual (Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 7th, 2006
3:44 am	It's late. I should be abed. I was abed. It didn't work. Seems like the only time I update this thing is when a demon is gnawing on my heart. The healthy choice would be to sleep, but Will was foolish enough to check Livejournal, so now... now it's time to go talk to some folk. I hope to gods they are still awake, otherwise ima feel an idjit. Crap. I'll sleep after the talk. Better in the morning, no doubt. Current Mood: malcontent Current Music: Cathedrals - Jump little children (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, October 23rd, 2006
6:04 am	Scattered to the winds. We live. We die. Sometimes we die before we live. I'm being very emo. My genetics support the theory I'll make it to 100, so I've got a long time to live. I'll be fine in a few minutes once the song changes. No sleep nonight. Current Mood: despair? Current Music: Closer to You - The Wallflowers (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 19th, 2006
8:57 pm	Back in Morris by monday night. Not as excited as I feel I should be. Kinda lonely... (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 13th, 2006
12:24 pm	This is interresting, last time I got indiana jones. To be honest, I just wanted to show off, I mean, 100% Captain Jack is something to be proud of. Right? You scored as Captain Jack Sparrow. Roguish,quick-witted, and incredibly lucky, Jack Sparrow is a pirate who sometimes ends up being a hero, against his better judgement. Captain Jack looks out for #1, but he can be counted on (usually) to do the right thing. He has an incredibly persuasive tongue, a mind that borders on genius or insanity, and an incredible talent for getting into trouble and getting out of it. Maybe its brains, maybe its genius, or maybe its just plain luck. Or maybe a mixture of all three. </td> Captain Jack Sparrow 100% Batman, the Dark Knight 83% Indiana Jones 83% Maximus 79% El Zorro 67% Neo, the "One" 63% James Bond, Agent 007 63% Lara Croft 54% The Terminator 50% The Amazing Spider-Man 46% William Wallace 42% Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0 created with QuizFarm.com (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 27th, 2006
12:40 am	I probably should have seen this one coming. Can't say I'm entirely disappointed... of my top three, I have my favorite and two least favorite characters. Well, I suppose it makes some sort of sense. Your results: You are James T. Kirk (Captain) James T. Kirk (Captain) 90% Jean-Luc Picard 85% Will Riker 80% Chekov 75% Uhura 65% Geordi LaForge 60% Worf 60% Mr. Sulu 50% Deanna Troi 40% Mr. Scott 40% Data 36% Spock 35% Leonard McCoy (Bones) 35% Beverly Crusher 25% An Expendable Character (Redshirt) 5% You are often exaggerated and over-the-top in your speech and expressions. You are a romantic at heart and a natural leader. Click here to take the "Which Star Trek character are you?" quiz... (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 31st, 2006
11:55 pm	God just gave me a sign. Now I will show you. BEHOLD: LiveJournal Haiku! Your name: Dr_Shabazmo Your haiku: i'm will and i'm teh awexum i admit that this is the greatest Username: Created by Grahame I know, I know. I'm scared too. Oh God, am I scared. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, March 12th, 2006
10:10 pm	Well I'm back... Italy was amazing. I'm not sure I'm terribly interrested in going back, though. I want to see Venice next, something about streets paved with ocean sounds sweet. The trans-Atlantic flights were awesome, primarilly because of the in-flight movies. Everyone had their own personal screen, and could watch one of dozens of movies. Florenze was wonderful. I saw more Rennaisance art and Medici palaces and offices. Russ said all the Italians looked like models, or Emily said that... Someone did, anyway, and I figgured it out once I got back to the U.S. Every Italian wears black, and has a hair style that happens to be black. Americans, not so much. They also had similar builds. People seemed healthier there. Maybe it's just because I could only understand the simplest of sentences. Whatever. Rome pissed me off. Mainly because all the Marble that once adorned the most beautiful city in the world was gutted for churches. As if that city doesn't have enough of those. I found myself un-moved by St. Peter's and the Sistine Chalpel, but not so with other churches. Probably just the mood I was in when I saw them. The food was wonderful, if expensive. The thing of it is, I spent much of my time in Florence and Rome wishing I was somewhere else... That doesn't detract from the experience, I think... Well, maybe it does, but if so it does in a way I don't mind. "Do you stop going to bed just because you know you'll fall asleep?" Current Mood: exhausted Current Music: Leaves' Eyes - Senses Capture (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, March 3rd, 2006
10:31 am	Well, here i am, ready for Italy. I'm riddiculously excited, more for the old Roman stuff than the Catholic stuff from the 2,000 year interrem, but whatever. I'm going to the haunts of Michaelangelo, Raphael, Donatello and Leonardo! I'm excited, like I said... Well, I hope this break works out for everyone. I'm determined to enjoy myself in Italy. After all, it's costing me enough. Current Mood: excited Current Music: Play count - 93 (not counting the Ipod) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, February 25th, 2006
12:05 am	I have a feeling that if this thing is supposed to represent any sort of reflection or window of insight into my life I need an entry now. The thing is, I don't know what to write. This week has been crazy to say the goddamned least. I just don't know what to say or do. I'm scared, sure... but more than that I'm... calm... Okay, I'm not calm, but i'm not freaking out either. I am through that phase (Mal, War Stories, to Inara). I know, God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change those i can, And the firepower to make the difference. Mmmm, guns... reminds me of Doom 3, which honestly isn't as frightening as it used to be. Albeit it's still terrifying, i'm just not near-on-pooping-my-pants when i play now. Bowel control is total... God I don't even know what I'm saying. Maybe I don't even want to have a record of this... Alright, text, here's the deal, I'm going to flip this quarter, and if it comes up heads, I'm going to delete you and forget that this ever happened, and make a new post that's not... this. If it's tails I'll hit update. Here goes. Current Mood: grateful Current Music: The Luckiest - Ben Folds (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 10th, 2005
4:09 am	http://members.cox.net/smanning7/cereals.jpg Just remember who showed you this. (Comment on this)
2:52 am	Well this has been an interesting day. Dunno how I feel about it yet. Oh well, we'll see. "Insert quote here" ~Insert dead person here (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, November 7th, 2005
10:25 am	Journal O'Potamia I am Emily posting as Will! One might think that I would have something snarky to say here, but that is not the case. Dear Everybody I, Will, have nothing but the utmost respect for all persons, particularly Emily, who is awesome beyond compare. I also believe firmly in the superiority of pink fuzzy bunnies over other animals like squirrels. If I met a pink fuzzy bunny, I would hug it and love it and take it home to be my fuzzy bunny pal for ever and evers!! LOL! Current Mood: ninja-like Current Music: silence, fool (1 Comment |Comment on this)