September 30th 2001- Eric's not dead!! YAY!! And i bet you all thought that I had died dint you!? Cause i havn't added anything to the site since what, the begginning of time? Ah those were the good days, when God and I would sit around playing baccarat and Bacarach and cookin up some fap jacks. And I'm not sick! Everybody around me is, but I'm not. Because I'm wolverine. And Chris is making me add something to the site at Nun point! Thats right, in an amazing feat of strength Chris has ACTUALLY lifted a nun and pointed her at me. So what have I been up to you ask? And I know you asked. Lets see, school, work, school, work, and working on my own littler personal projects. Like learning how to band sheep together to form an army and somehow transform them physically from sheep into Neil Diamond. Because we all know that he is really made of sheep. Ow, my stomach hurts cause i havnt eaten. Mayhaps i should do that, seeing as how I need to survive. And as you can tell, i really havn't a thing to write about. Okay somebody tell me quick, which is better: some fettucini alfredo and chocolate milk or some kind of soda, or a nice big sandwhich with a pickle and a bag of chips and whatever drink i choose. Can it be a margarita!? I hope so, i love those things. But im not going to drink that many, i promise, because i love them and i dont want to drink that many, even though i probably could because they are lovely. Okay, what else. I just finished reading Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris, and it was really good and clever, so read it. And right now i am reading Darwin's Radio by Greg Bear. How on earth can i work so much and go to school so much and still have the time to read and work on personal projects and have time to relax!? Because I havnt been adding anything to the website! I put so much sweat and blood into this thing, it takes so much out of me! It's like a baby. A needy baby! That is only on the internet. Like a virtual child, a goldfish if you will, trapped in its little bowl and needs to be fed creativity and information. Well im going to get something to eat. YAY!

One potato. Two potato. Three potato. Pork.

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September 24th 2001 - I certainly don't have much time this week to add anything to the site (okay that's a lie, I actually did scan some new pictures that Toya lent me, but I don't have time to upload them). Sadly, I also think that Toya lent me her cold, so I'm starting to feel like crap. Which sucks completely because I have my first speech due on Thursday for my Oral Communications class!!! It also sucks because I'm the last speaker, so that's just a little bit of pressure, not to mention I already have a smidge of social anxiety and despise speaking in front of people. My other classes are going pretty well, and I haven't skipped one class and it's already been 5 weeks! Can't say the same for Eric though. ;] That's what happens to you when you have 11 hours of school, 2 days a week and 8 hours of work the other 3. Time to do homework though. I have to make up a story for my speech that I'm stranded on a deserted island and what five things I would take or have be on the island. - chris

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September 12th 2001 - Well, yesterday sure sucked didn't it? I never thought that I'd be bombarded with more than 12 hours of listening to the radio coverage of yesterdays happenings and CNN news. I'm almost burnt out on the subject actually. All I have to say is that if there's going to be WWIII and/or they start drafting, I'm moving to Canada. At least I can be legally married there if I so choose, and they give amnesty to women (it's in their constitution unlike America's), free national health care, they're just way cooler and they don't mess with other countries problems like we do. So yeah, how was my day at school? Full of racism, uneducated ideas, and candy!! Weee!!! Well, minus the candy, but anyway. Yet again that guy in the back of my human racism class decided to say fag all "cool" like when we were talking about homosexuality. And this other lady actually said that being gay is a choice. I can't understand people sometimes, who would actually believe in their right minds that anyone would choose to be gay?! They didn't choose to be straight, though when I asked my mom if 'she' chose to be straight she answered yes because I guess she was making a point. Whatever. If you chose to be straight, then you've had homosexual thoughts before but strayed away from them in a choice to be the lesser of the hated communities. I really think that anyone who says being gay is a choice obviously doesn't KNOW any gay people. So yeah, after the whole choosing to be gay comment, we preceeded to go over scientific findings that being gay is most likely biological and that more tests need to be done to have it be conclusive. Well, now I have to go read five chapters in my human racism class for the test on Friday, and a long winded part of my philosophy book that John Locke wrote about innate ideas not existing, fun! - chris

"We should just call Miss Cleo and find out who bombed the world trade center, she'll know!"

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September 10th 2001 - Yay, as Eric noted we really don't have much to rant about, .. wait, I do! Alcohol is good, in moderation, but not when you have just waaaaay too much of it and then you end up compromising your normal behaviors. At the current moment I have three hickeys on my person (left neck, back of neck, right neck) from Liz and Kim. Yeah, you thought I was gonna say some cute guy, huh? Sadly no. ;] So all three of us know a bit too much about each other that we shouldn't really know, I might just need to get sloshed again just to forget my traumatization of that evening. =] Oh wait, that would be completely going against me just saying alcohol is bad when you drink too much of it. Hm.. anyway. So, who hates racism? I do I do!! It's really disappointing to see people being racist ever, but it's just 'odd' when black people are racisist and homophobic. You'd think they wouldn't be, you know, since they themselves have racism being thrown at them a lot of times. That's just not the case though and it makes me want to taser a bunch of people, like the couple of guys in my human sexuality class! Yeah, I'd love to just taser the hell outta them, and then laugh, and then taser some more, rest for a bit and probably watch some tv, and then finish my evening off with tasering the hell outta them again. (I only use taser as an example because I'm more or less a pacifist) [I'll pass a fist, through your scull!] And my seemingly racist and homophobic, (and not to mention BLIND!!) teacher actually did say something about their behavior, but he really can't do much since he can't exactly 'see' who did what. Anyhow, basically the teacher was talking about transsexuals and transvestites and such, and he asked what another word for cross-dresser was (he was looking for transvestite), and this black guy in the back says "fag", trying to sound cool - you know how jerks do that with their voice. So needless to say, even though the statement wasn't directed 'at' me and it shouldn't have really been that big of a deal, it still hurt on levels that I can't even describe. It also made me feel less safe in my supposedly "safe school environment". Well, hopefully the karma faerie will shove her large mallet up that guy's ass and he'll somehow "discover" that he's all of a sudden really a black gay male who's repressed those feelings all his life and his own sexual insecurities made him become a jerk, and now he has to deal with even more discrimination. Sure, I'm not asking for much am I? And as for my not-really guy situation, I've decided to put that on hold and not really investigate much further until circumstances arise that lead me to believe there's a chance in hell I could even talk to this guy without me losing a couple of teeth or my life. Ah the wondefulness of being gay, eh kids? I know you're envious. =P;; So I find myself only taking solace in the fact I had a cool night the evening before because me, Liz, Mike, Kim, and Kim's *cough*friend Michelle went to Washington University because they were showing But I'm A Cheerleader, which is just a great movie and now my 3rd time seeing it. Now to get rid of this headache and I'll be stoked. - chris

"'Why won't anyone see David Navarro with me??! - Toya

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September 9th 2001- Eric here. Well i said that Chris or I don't really have anything to rant about, and we really don't. Not that i can think of but im somewhat not doing anything at the moment so i figured i would write a quick lil thing out. Not sure about what though. Road trips are fun, but when you get to your destination and it isn't quite as good, then that isn't much fun. I went on a road trip with a friend yesterday to this (supposedly) huge flea market where i was sure to find many cool things such as toys from my childhood and many things that i could possibly use in some kind of art endevor or other. But when we got there, there wasn't anything. Well a few little booths or whatever, but they didnt have much. But i found a cool camera/whatever pack that is neat, has a whole bunch of pockets on it and its black canvas, so i kind of feel like Batman or whatever. As long as it doesnt look like a purse. Then i look like Batgirl apparently. Or maybe Batman. If Bruce Wayne gets his kicks dressing up like a bat then you know that he might get some dressing up like a woman. Lord knows i do!! Get my kicks from dressing up as a bat, i mean. Really. Umm, what else. It doesnt seem like sunday, although it is and i cant wait to watch Adult Swim on Cartoon Network because its just damned funny. My room is a total mess because i decided that it could look better and possibly be more Feng Shui ( i think thats how you spell it, im not sure) but in attempting that it is now pretty much the equivlent of what the mass destruction of our planet would look like if it were all compacted up into one room. Well it isnt that bad, okay well it isnt TOO bad. I have to buy alot of paint for my painting class, I miss somebody and nobody writes me. Good times!! =) Now to think up a quote!!

"I...can't think of a quote at this moment. The September rants all belong to ME, Eric!! HAHAHAHAHA!!"

(I've noticed that i have laughed maniacally in all of these rants so far. That's strange.)

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September 7th: 2001- It's Eric!! Hey everybody!! I'm in my new typing class! Do i need typing!? NO! I just need to take one more credit so that my insurance doesnt jump two hundred bucks. But im really good at typing, and a few people in here aren't at all, and HERE I am, adding stuff to my website!! GOD I FEEL COCKY!!! I'm battling the urge to jump atop my table and laugh derisively. HAHHAHAHAHA!

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September 6th-2001- Its Eric!! And i havnt added anything to the site since the 11th of August!! And yes i know that this September rant is in the August rants, but i...dont..know how to make a new rant page. (but now it isn't because Chris came and made a September rant! Go Chris!!) So im just out here to let people know that I DIDN'T die, it was just a mistaken case of identity. YAY for me! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

From the Imitation Krabs episode of SpongeBob SquarePants

Okay okay, I'll add more to the site. I promise! Im going to add alot more of my artwork and photography work soon, but i work like 8 hours a day when im not at school for 12 hours! Have some sympathy!!!! And cash. Gimme cash. ANOTHER QUOTE!? ERIC YOUR SO GENEROUS!!

I'm a knife, just knifin around, cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut.

Space Ghost funny. And slightly demented. But funny demensia.

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