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Name: Tristan
Age: 16
Motto: "Knowledge is power, power corrupts, read and be evil."
Loves: Cookies, good literature, arguments, quality time spent with friends, REGULAR card games, anime, rainy days (or weeks), music, avians, travling, and good movies.
Likes: Blue (the color), browsing the internet, umbrellas, exotic or unusual items, taking apart people's minds, and archaeic technology.
Hates: Raisins (by themselves), ants, any day over 90 degrees farenheight, dancing, statue dance, formal attire (I'm melting!), religion being introduced into a conversation when it should never have been brought up in the first place (i.e. politics), and when people ignore me or what I say when I listen to them when they have talked in the past.
Favorite Books: Harry Potter Series, The Redemption of Althalus, A Brave New World, IT, The Rainmaker, The Godfather, Fools Die, The Last Don, Forbidden Rites, Zobmondo!, River of Darkness, Snow Falling on Cedars, I Wanna Go Home!, The Once and Future King, Poisons and Toxins, Restaurant at the End of the Universe, The Once and Future King, Mark Twain's works, Norse Mythology... and this list could go on and on.
Music: Anything else but heavy metal or rap (well, if the rapper was good...).
Movies or TV: I don't watch television.BR>
Links:
No one. Who reads this, anyway?
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Friday, July 4, 2003
Good evening,
This will be the last entry EVER on this page, because I am leaving it to die peacefully in the dark corners of the 'net. I'm sorry if there are a few of you out there who actually enjoyed reading this thing, but I don't have that much time anymore.
On a better note, I am currently trying to reconstruct a dormant webpage that will hopefully look better than pitas.com. Until a happier note, ciao.
Sincerely,
Bookkeeper Frost, an unhappy soul.
All of this babbling took place on 12:12 a.m.
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
Who am I?
Heh, after a long and tedious self-examination, inner-turmoil, and countless cookies, I have finally come to the conclusion that I love all of you. Well, maybe not in the boyfriend/girlfriend sense, but I care about most of you deeply (there are exceptions, though... you know who you are, you who keeps on telling me their world domination plans...). Why else do you think I take the time to listen to you people and try to give you what I consider sound advice (while I spout disclaimers and apologies every two and a half sentences to safeguard myself from bad results)... even though I am a little warped. So c'mon, talk to me when you have a problem or when you get bored, or even if you feel lonely. I don't bite... well, under certain circumstances, I do... but that's a whole 'nother story.
All of this babbling took place on 01:16 a.m.
Saturday, April 26, 2003
Why do I bother to talk?
Well, congratulations people I know in high school. The majority of you have finally manged to piss me off. I hope you are proud of your accomplishment. I realize that I am not near the top of people to reply to, but something more than an occasional answer would be nice every now and then. I applaud your efforts. It took a lot to actually piss me off. Enjoy your lives.
All of this babbling took place on 11:27 p.m.
Saturday, April 12, 2003
San Francisco
Ahhh, I just got back from the San Francisco trip a week ago, and I finally have time to tell you all about it. Wow! I left my heart in San Francisco (not literally... I'm still alive... I think). I'm currently creating the SFTD to address just how amazing it was, for now, I'll leave a "had to be there moment". In Chinatown, I've never seen so many blades in one store...
All of this babbling took place on 11:52 p.m.
Thursday, April 3, 2003
Have we started yet?
Ahh... I feel much better after venting my anger visibly, since I rarely do it in person. Anyways, I feel better now. If you read it and didn't enjoy it, don't say I didn't warn you. Anyways, today we leave for our trip to San Francisco to participate in the Heritate Music Festival that is being held there. I'm still debating whether or not I should bring an umbrella just to be on the safe side, since Christine sent me to a webpage that gave the weekly weather forecast (clouds all week with possibility of rain). Well, I should enjoy most of the activities... although may some deity help the people I'm with should we run across a good bookstore ^_^.
All of this babbling took place on 02:28 a.m.
Saturday, March 22, 2003
The Day of Misinterpretation...
C'mon, Chris, I said I-T-A-L-Y, not A-U-S-T-R-I-A. Big difference in people. And the "hot torrid love affair" was part of a game I was playing with someone who was bored and was trying to tease me by making me think she had this dark secret of something I did with a hooker.... right... like I would pay for sex. She lost the game, by the way.
All of this babbling took place on 10:53 p.m.
Thursday, March 20, 2003
Yet another slow week...
Heh, one would believe that Spring Break be a week of fun and relaxation, right? Not in my case. So far, all I've done is mow the lawn, mow the street, help prune the trees with a chainsaw, and pick up the branches. Then I went to a joint birthday celebration, which consisted of going to see Daredevil, which was a fairly decent movie, and walking around First Colony Mall. What I've learned: always look at the name of the store before following a group of girls into it. Heh, good thing I learned that lesson before a small pack seperated from the main group and went into Victoria's Secrets.
All of this babbling took place on 10:13 p.m.
Sunday, March 2, 2003
... a normal day in my life...
Ooook... so it's one of my favorite boring Sundays, in which my activities include going to church (which I neither cherish nor abhor greatly), going to CCE (which I do not enjoy as much as my parents would like me too), and doing some homework. A happy birthday to Angela, too. Which reminds me... if you are going to let Greg near a computer, make sure he hasn't had too much sugar and that he is in possession of neither forks nor plates (just a warning). I decided to reset my whole computer today, for reasons that will remain undisclosed for now. Too many weird downloads that eventually got to the point where I couldn't keep my e-mail program open for a lasting amount of time.
I'm also beginning a list of things to take to San Francisco besides the usual. The usual being clothes, clothes, more clothes, a pack of cards, toiletries, and all the stuff your parents make you pack. I should probably try to fit in Scrabble somewhere in there, and maybe Clue... which makes me wonder what kind of suitcase I'm going to be carrying... oh well, if you have any suggestions, flames, random comments, please send them. Anything BUT e-mails where I am required to forward it to say... 10 or 15 other people for a favorable outcome to occur. If those things actually came true, I would be in extremely dire straits right now. Well, since your attention is probably waning at this point, I will stop yapping. Good night.
... and as for what kind of box I am... as I saw from someone else's blog (Christine's, I think?), she is a non-box. Well, here is mine.
You're in the Loner box.
What box do you get put in?
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NOW, good night.
All of this babbling took place on 03:14 p.m.
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
I'm feeling Laaaaazy...
Well, seeing as nobody comes to read this blog, it is seemingly up here for my own enjoyment (not that I'm complaining, it's a great way for me to make a "things-to-do" list). In any case, I am currently working on my website, which is going to be titled either "Eternal Requiem" or "Reflections of the Mind". Personally, I'm not really sure which one I prefer yet. Let's see... last week was the week of death and stamina... and most people were hoping for the latter. Virtuosi Concerto Competition, as well as a nice load of homework to go with the rest of it. Don't you ever wonder if teachers just act cruel sometimes and give you loads of homework for no good reason? Sometimes my colleagues are convinced a lot of our workload could be classified as "busywork". Personally, I don't really care, since I eventually get around to doing it, anyways. Oh well, enough of my incoherent babbling, you may now return to your normal lives *snicker*.
All of this babbling took place on 01:04 a.m.
Friday, February 14, 2003
Valentine's Day...
Well, well. It is the end of another Friday for me, but another Valentine's day for other people. I could argue that it is a commercial holiday, but since so many other people out there have probably already voiced their opinions, which may be close to my feelings on it, I'm not going to.
I hope you enjoyed your Valentine's Day, whoever is actually reading this (is anyone)? I was surrounded by shades of my least favorite color (red), and was surrounded by sentimentality almost every way I turned (that, and I came across the occasional mylar balloon wielder). Did my World History valentine project in one night, and my historical figure was Mary ("Bloody" Mary) Tudor. My valentine was a bit... two-faced. On one side was your regular every day homemade streotypical valentine: nice looking, pleasant, and some shade of read. On the other side, however, there was a heart encircled by a crown, superimposed in front of a place where they would burn people at the stake. And just to play on her nickname a little bit, I made it appear as if the lower third of the heart had been dipped in blood. Of course, this was all done in my meager artistic talent (I promise I'll get better... with more sleep), and colored pencils.
Well, there also seems to be quite a few interesting arguments going around in what I refer to as "orchestra politics" as well, so my day has remained somewhat interesting. It just gives me a little more insight into each person, as well as keep me awake at school when I'm not reading or practicing my instrument of choice. Oh, and in a few days, I'll actually complete the base work for my little spot on the web, Eternal Requiem, so check back soon for an update (trip documentaries take more time, since I seem to be missing some notes...). Ciao.
All of this babbling took place on 10:39 p.m.
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