Afterlife as an Angel by childdoll
Your Name
Astrological Sign
Angel Type	Guardian Angel
Wing Color	White
Heavenly Weapon	Staff
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In case you haven't noticed I redid this one. It's quite innacurate cus u can change it simply by making ur name lower-case, or upper-case. However I just wanted to have what I go by up there, and I that was the result.
For those who missed it though the original said:

Afterlife as an Angel by childdoll
Your Name
Astrological Sign
Angel Type	Fallen Angel
Wing Color	Black with red tips
Heavenly Weapon	Ability to bless or curse
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This was quite omenous, yet I actually liked it. Dark humor, go figure. Peace & Blessings. Mwa ha ha.

I was going to mention something neat to y'all, but I forgot what it was. Oh guess what? (I don't know why i bother to ask.) I played in a Golf Challenge today. It was scramble play meaning, out of the four people on the team (whose shots are in play), we use the best shot and all hit from there. Yeah, we sucked. But we sucked with dignity. Weren't last, but we weren't first, second, third, or fourth. There were 17 teams. Dah well, there's next year. I got a sweatshirt out of the deal though.

In other oddities: I didn't know skunks can climb stairs as well as they can. I was rather impressed. Although it meant that I couldn't just go up the stairs to get away from the lil bastard.
But..... as long as i don't get sprayed I have no qualms with the lil bassuds. Peace.

You know what the most annoying thing is... walking through a spiderweb. You know what's worse, walking through one daily. EVERY SINGLE DAY I walk through a spiderweb. I'm like, "What kinda retarded spiders are these that keep building low webs?" It's always just one string; goes right across my face. One time it went across my arms. For the most part though, the little bastards always go across my face. I wouldn't mind it because i know it's a part of existence, but I really am getting an overdose of web than what is expected. It's definitely the only thing that consistently annoys me. The punks! I'll slap a spider now. Maybe not, cus usually i respect spiders; they kill things that annoy me, but them and these webs... whew, i tell ya mayn.

Peace.

I was sitting at a piano in my music course just playing around waiting for the class to begin. Eventually my professor walks through the door and starts laying her things out on the piano. I was mid-sentence at the time, but then i suddenly said to her, "Yeah, I saw you, today." It was at that moment, observing the look on her face, that i realized that "I saw you, but you didn't see me..." is indeed one of the spookiest things you can say to someone. Especially when you point your finger at them and say it loud enough for the class to hear. Just my opinion. Try it out.

Peace. Must wake up in 2hrs.

8:11 PM - Ladies and Gentlemen my room is now complete (more or less). The prodigal TV has made its return to Hillsides. It's like i just get this great vibe with it in my room. It's like a childhood friend (i was an only child). Also now that I look at it off, it reflects my room on the screen and gives the small illusion that my room is bigger, and I likes that. Only thing is... now that i've been without TV so long, i don't know what to watch. It's like an overflow of information. I dare not say it, but ::gasp:: i'd almost rather read a book

5:59AM - I like how Captain Planet makes more sense than most people. (Yes, Captain Planet, that cartoon from way back in the day.) First off, i'm up late doing homework for my 11:50AM tomorrow. Anyway, on this episode it basically was about beach erosion. The moral of the show was "it is not smart to build so close to the water." Funny, all these people complaining about Hurricane Isabel seemed to miss this show. Also, didn't they think that something like this might happen? Didn't they realize that those sections of their insurance forms were there for a reason? I guess not. My thing is... don't complain. You chose the house on the stilts and sand. You took that gamble and loss. Man-up. We'll help you out, but you kinda gotta realize that you did it to yourself. Word of caution: "Hurricane Season" means it will be back next year, and the year after that, and the year after that, and the year after that... I would stop, but obviously some things don't sink in for them.
Peace.

ScrotaWhola (4:48:26 AM): lol
Berendth (4:48:27 AM): lol
ScrotaWhola (4:48:59 AM): Antuan bought a bike form some random dude today
ScrotaWhola (4:49:01 AM): for $20
ScrotaWhola (4:49:10 AM): wtf?
Berendth (4:49:18 AM): why... walking ain't that bad
ScrotaWhola (4:49:25 AM): it's $20
ScrotaWhola (4:49:28 AM): and a bike
Berendth (4:49:29 AM): true
Berendth (4:49:39 AM): that's a good hustle
ScrotaWhola (4:49:40 AM): it's hot
ScrotaWhola (4:49:44 AM): not like hot = cool
ScrotaWhola (4:49:48 AM): hot like stolen
Berendth (4:49:58 AM): i dunno
Berendth (4:50:02 AM): we got some rich kids
ScrotaWhola (4:50:13 AM): the guy was black
ScrotaWhola (4:50:14 AM): lol
Berendth (4:50:16 AM): LOL
Berendth (4:50:17 AM): oh
ScrotaWhola (4:50:19 AM): yeh
Berendth (4:50:25 AM): ROFL
ScrotaWhola (4:50:30 AM): not saying black people steal
ScrotaWhola (4:50:38 AM): but black people here generally ain't rich
Berendth (4:50:47 AM): we just don't give bikes away for $20
ScrotaWhola (4:50:52 AM): basically
ScrotaWhola (4:50:55 AM): ain't that rich
Berendth (4:50:57 AM): basically

Last night, I ordered pizza. As i was first calling Papa John's I was like, "Hi I'd like to order delivery." I guess the worker didn't realize that I could hear her, but she let out the hugest sigh. She straight was like..."::exaggerated sigh:: hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaa". I think she realized she was loud when I bust out laughing. Cus it just captured so much of how she felt at the moment. You could tell she was ready to go. So then she started laughing when she heard me laughing. Not only that, a friend of mine heard the sigh too, so she was rolling too. Ahhhhh, the simple truths. Pizza girl was real cool though. And eventually I got my pizza and i'm sure we all remember how good Papa John's is. Yep. Alright then.

Peace.

Oh, how funny life is. I promise my life is just a light soap-opera/sitcom with a happy ending. Tonight, one of my boy's called the cops on me. Yes i know, "you sure he's ur boy?". In my mind... he means well, just has problems doing the right thing at the right time. Got me heated though. I never get heated. Then my other boy was steady trying to tell me I was wrong for getting upset. While I was wrong, he was talking (and steady talking) on some mess that he didn't know about. I should have just been like "Alright then", but i was just feeling rebellious, especially after the cops showing up. Involving the cops was taking it too far to me, but a lesson was to be learned. Too bad the intended student didn't pick up on it though. Everything worked out like I thought it would regardless. Didn't expect to get through to the cat, but felt a need to try anyway (I guess I care more than I am obligated to - if i don't care, who will?). As i was saying... situation and basically my night was predictable. So predictable that my lady-friend even called it before it happened. Except for a different plot twist that had nothing to do with that incident. But that is another blog for another time, involving someone i don't even think i should mention in the blog yet. Yet. "As The World Turns The Young and the Restless Around My General Hospital" will be continued.

Peace.

Oh, how funny life is. I promise my life is just a light soap-opera/sitcom with a happy ending. Tonight, one of my boy's called the cops on me. Yes i know, "you sure he's ur boy?". In my mind... he means well, just has problems doing the right thing at the right time. Got me heated though. I never get heated. Then my other boy was steady trying to tell me I was wrong for getting upset. While I was wrong, he was talking (and steady talking) on some mess that he didn't know about. I should have just been like "Alright then", but i was just feeling rebellious, especially after the cops showing up. Involving the cops was taking it too far to me, but a lesson was to be learned. Too bad the intended student didn't pick up on it though. Everything worked out like I thought it would regardless. Didn't expect to get through to the cat, but felt a need to try anyway (I guess I care more than I am obligated to - if i don't care, who will...). As i was saying... situation and basically my night was predictable. So predictable that my lady-friend even called it before it happened. Except for a different plot twist that had nothing to do with that incident. But that is another blog for another time, involving someone i don't even think i should mention in the blog yet. Yet. "As The World Turns The Young and the Restless Around My General Hospital" will be continued.

Peace.

Everyone should have a musical ring...

...that way I get to dance more. I think it's good that I don't have a musical ring on my cell phone. Else I would never pick up the phone. Sad, yet true. Love y'all anyway. Peace.

People in your company think you are unreal, they are hallucinating. You are creativly inspiring aswell as you make people delirious and delusional. You make time appear distorted, colours appear brighter, sounds more sharper and things seem to change shape. Sometimes people are frightened by you and get scared of everything. You mess people up, one minute they could be laughing the next they are sobbing. Sometimes you disress people so much they try to commit suicide. When people have spent alot of time with you, they get a 'flashback', they could be on a train comming home from work and suddenly start mocking the bloke next to them who appears to have grown a long hairy snout like a rat.

My #1 result for the SelectSmart.com selector, If You Were A Drug, What Would You Be?, is LSD

Ah, Fall.
Believe it or not, fall is my favorite season. Yep, I like fall more than spring, summer, and winter. Maybe I am just saying this because my fall is setting up to be very nice. Been slacking off a bit in my work, but no worries, i'm about to be on point.
Tonight I randomly decided to ask the guard at the late-night study in the library "Where are you from?" First he was about to answer Boston, but then i added, "I mean originally..." Turns out he is from Alabama. With most of his family from Mississippi. As well, lots of family in Chicago. He has some land down there, and he's just keeping it in the family, until the right offer comes along. That makes me happy, cus I know he has plans. Plus it's just good to not keep passing by all these people that work for your good. For instance i bet most folks don't know the names of the people cooking in the dining halls. These are people with real lives. The brother I met today (the guard)... he's America to me. Promote the proletariat!!!
Peace.

Hey, I'm never home now. Like really. I like to stay gone. I am always out. I keep having stuff happen that I would Blog about but then i don't really remember it. Like there was one day that it seemed noone knew my world. Some signicant author was virtually unknown to one person, while two people (one of them Black) didn't know who the Black Panthers were. It's just amazing. It's like telling you, don't attempt to change the world. Rather, if you want to change the world for fame, you are misguided. Eventually you will be known only among the scholars, then the scholars will stop teaching about you and you will move from a required course to an elective. For instance, right now there is a Shakespeare course that is mandatory for either English or Drama majors. Which is perfectly understandable. I think that's tight than a mug... your work was so heralded that people who may not even like you are required to learn your work because they are trying to enter your same field.
Interesting... I just saw a good quote in a friends profile, that reminded me that it is our duty to change the world, regardless of whether they'll remember your name (cus that's really inconsequential -new word?- anyway). I was hesitant to use the quote (regardless of how relevant it is) until i remembered that, well, that i'd be avoiding the entire point of a quote by not sharing it. Alright then y'all take care. Peace.

"Your playing small does not serve the world. Who are you not to be great?"
~Nelson Mandela

It's near 4AM. I just rolled in my suite from studying Japanese. I live in the Japanese House on campus; not by coincidence. All that is on my mind though is the this cricket i hear chirping when i came in. I'm going to assume that "chirping" is the verb i should use. My question is... HOW LONG DO CRICKETS LIVE? I swear mayn, Lil' Jimini (as i will start calling him) done been at it for at least two weeks. He sounds louder now. Haha, it's like he's the Japanese house mascot. I know i'm not the only one who knows about him, cus her chirps LOUD. He's a biggun. Jimini Hendrix, left-handed cricket. I guess he's taking five. I'm going to take about three-hundred sixty (360mins). I'll catch y'all tomorrow.
Peace... of the vintage Woodstock variety.

Whew, ok...
AFTER 'bout a good week of suffering the mercy of the BlasterWorm, i finally realized that i'm not totally technologically inept and fixed errthing about my computer. So now i'm back. I'm good to go. Whew. Sick and Tired of being Sick and Tired. Alot's been going on people. Too much for me to really type out, cus i'm tired, BUT i promise i won't keep you too far in the dark now that i'm back. Just in time for classes to really get underway too. The Lord is good.