| Halloween, Part 1 |
[Nov. 1st, 2004|09:15 pm] |
Halloween, the 31st of October, the eve of all Saints' day, and the holiday where countless children and perhaps a few thrill seeking adults run door to door demanding the most treasured of sugary confections known simply as candy. We’ve all been there, carving pumpkins, donning costumes, and tping the occasional house. Despite how old we get, this evening of commercialized horror never loses its charm nor its fanciful ways of fun. Be it the commonplace trick or treating among the little ones or the bibulous parties of those simply too old to go out and get free candy, Halloween is a holiday celebrated only once a year.
This year's Halloween wasn't any less magical than it was the previous years for me. I honestly enjoyed myself. Even if I am 18, I still occasionally go trick or treating, with a little flare thrown in of course. Look out ghosts, goblins, ghouls, and other creatures that stalk in the deepest, darkest depths of the night, because here comes the Chip n' Dales dancing dog. Yes folks, I did indeed go as a red bow tie and speedo wearing canine who gyrates his way to the hearts and doors of many.
First, there was the party, and oh what a party it was. Everyone was there, well, everyone I knew at least. There were drinks, there was music, and there was dancing. The music was blaring, possessing everyone with a terpsichorean spirit of rhythm and beat. Arms were flapping, legs were kicking, and feet were shuffling. What a sight it was. I, myself, was not spared from this music induced madness. I was dressed for the occasion and wasn’t about to disappoint. My body quivered as it was overcome with this euphony and with an excited bark it began.
I danced from one corner of the room to the next, making good use of those lessons I endured in highschool. The laughs that followed encouraged me to continue as I shook my furry butt and wagged my pseudo tail. A female, familiar and radiant as ever, joined me in my gyration of humor. She, a stunning vampiress, and me a scantily clad dog, danced and jived with no signs of stopping. It was a night I wouldn't soon forget. |
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| Survey says! |
[Oct. 29th, 2004|12:46 am] |
Ultimate Survey (377 questions long) | Created by illusen and taken 4901 times on bzoink! | | time started | 11:43 | | full name | Luke Brad Evans | | nickname(s) | Lu, Lukey, and that guy | | birthday | 11/20/85 | | where were you born | Pheonix, Arizona | | zodiac sign | Scoripo | | height | 5' 11" | | weight | 165 lbs. | | hair color | Brown | | eye color | Green | | shoe size | It's not the size that counts, it's how you use it. | | ring size | Unknown, I don't wear jewelery | | skin type (freckles, tan, albino, etc.) | White, and getting paler by the day | | blood type | A+ | | grade | I should know this... | | GPA | 3.0 | | siblings | One lovely sister | | tattoos | No, though I'm thinking of getting a big tatoo of you on my ass. | | piercings | Nope | | hobbies | Anime, writing, role-playing, reading, social drinking, and learning how to be a jack of all trades. | | favorite | | color | Blue | | food | Anything of the orient | | candy | I'm not very fond of sweets | | type of cheese | Cheddar | | pizza topping | Pepporoni | | salad dressing | Ranch | | sandwich | Club | | cereal | Frosted Flakes (Give me that damn sugar!) | | fruit | My neighbor.....oh wait you meant fruit as in edible fruit...right...my bad | | vegetable | Carrot | | berry | Black | | cake | Chocolate | | book | If I say Harry Potter will you hurt me? | | movie | Butterfly Effect | | magazine | None as of yet | | newspaper | Arizona Times | | tv show | Drawn Together | | website | Fanfiction.net | | radio station | The Edge 103.9 and 98 KUPD (Rock and more rock baby!) | | font | Times New Roman | | cartoon character | Ryouga and Monkey D. Luffy | | artist (painter) | None | | actor | None | | actress | None | | cd | Any of the FF OSTs | | song | American Idiot - Green Day | | music group | Sugarcult | | music type | Punk Rock | | day of the week | Saturdays | | month | December | | season | Winter | | holiday | Valentines Day (Despite the fact that it's a dismal reminder of how unhappy I am) | | shampoo | I'm not too choosy when it comes to stuff like this | | conditioner | See above entry | | number | 69 (I'm so naughty) | | phrase | Who da man? Luke da man! | | store | Game Stop | | weather | Rain | | restaurant | Panda Express | | channel | 51 | | teacher | Mrs. Romero (She was H-O-T!...oh and quite intelligent...yeah) | | weekend activity | Drinking and playing video games with my two best buds | | hangout | Starbucks | | house color | Never really thought about it... | | sport to watch | none... | | sport to play | Football | | animal | Pandas!!! | | flower | Roses | | guy's name | Luke | | girl's name | Nicole... | | board game | Risk | | party game | Spin the bottle | | story from childhood | None... | | body part | Does this survey have an NC-17 rating? | | have you ever | | been on a train | Yes | | been on a plane | Yes | | been in a car accident | Yes | | caused a car accident | ...yes | | run into a wall | Many times, especially if there's an attractive lady walking by to distract me. | | burned a potato chip | Nope | | almost burned the house down | Nope | | smoked | Nope | | been drunk | Hell yes! | | been high | | | broken the law | Yes | | burned a cd (if yes, the one above is yes) | Nope | | kissed someone of the opposite sex | Yes | | kissed someone of the same sex | No | | frenched an animal | I was drunk and I needed the money! | | made out | All the time, heh. | | had cyber sex | Nope, it's rather pointless really. | | gotten engaged | Define 'engaged'. | | had an online relationship | God no. | | been rejected by a crush | Yes...thanks for bringing it up...dick. | | loved | Yes | | made yourself cry to get out of trouble | ::Sniff:: Why is it always me!? | | cried in public | Nope | | cried over a movie | Yes, I'm in touch with my emotions...love me! | | fallen asleep in a movie theater | Yeah | | given someone a bath | No, but I wouldn't rule it out just yet. | | been to a boarding school | Nope | | been home-schooled | Nope | | lost a valuable item | Yep | | bungee jumped | Nope | | skied | Yes | | met the president | Thankfully no. | | met a celebrity | Nope | | gotten a cavity | Yep | | shopped at abercrombie & fitch | Aberwha? | | made a prank call | Yes | | skipped school | Yep (I'm such a bad boy!) | | faked sick to get out of school | Yes | | purchased something that you knew didn't fit | Nope | | climbed a tree | Yes | | fallen from a tree | Yes, the same tree in fact. | | broken a bone | Nope | | sprained anything | Yes | | passed out | Yes, I drink remember? | | made yourself pass out | Nope | | been to disney world | Nope | | been to a theme park (not disney) | Yes | | said i love you and meant it (not to a relative) | Yes | | made a model volcano (working model) | Nope | | made a clover leaf with your tounge | Are you hitting on me? | | past | | what did you do yesterday | Had a job interview | | memory you miss the most | Nostalgic days of youth when I pined for Nicole | | memory you want to forget | Me and Sarah getting caught doing...things | | something you regretted after it was done | Drunk me + Drunk Sarah = premarital sex and lots of odd tension among me and my friends. | | the last | | song you heard | Hikari - Kingdom Hearts | | cd you bought | Er.... | | thing you said | Boobies! | | time you cried | Last night | | movie seen in a theater | Shaun of the dead | | thing you ate | Fried Rice | | person who called | Jay | | nail polish shade worn | None | | time you showered | Good question! | | person who complimented you | No one compliments me! ::Sniff:: | | at this moment | | what are you listening to | Hikari - Kingdom Hearts | | what are you wearing | Nothing but boxers, does that turn you on? | | what are you thinking | Lewd,dirty thoughts. | | what are you scared of most | Rejection | | how many people are on your buddy list | Nine | | future | | occupation | Game Designer/Writer | | marriage site | Tokyo | | honeymoon | Japan | | place to live | Undecided | | kids | A boy and a girl | | car | Whatever we can afford | | what are you doing tomorrow | Visit my friend Nicole | | do you think george bush will be reelected | God I hope not. | | will there be a wwIII | A war of that magnitude is inevitable. | | will politics ever be truthful | Truth and politics don't exactly go together. | | will humanity snuff itself out | It's doing right now, albiet slowly. | | can the gov. be changed | Let's hope so, it's been done before. | | friends | | best friend | Scott Adams | | funniest | Scott Adams | | silliest | Scott Adams | | loudest | Rachel | | quietest | Nicole | | craziest | Clare | | calmest | Nicole | | skinniest | Sarah | | best secret keeper | Rachel | | worst secret keeper | Scott Adams | | the one you have but don't want | I love all of my friends | | smartest | Nicole | | preppiest | Sarah | | peppiest | Sarah | | most hyper | Scott Adams | | hottest | Damn you!...er...umm... | | weirdest | Scott Adams | | biggest pervert | Again...Scott Adams | | most annyoing | Errr.... | | shyest | Brian | | most religious | Brian | | do you believe in | | heaven | No | | hell | No | | angels | All of the ladies in my life are angels. | | devil | No | | god | No | | buddha | Yes | | aliens | Yes and no... | | ghosts | No | | spirit (soul) | No | | soulmates | No | | reincarnation | No | | love at first sight | Yes | | karma | No | | love in general | Yes | | luck | No | | yourself | Yes | | crush | | who and when was your first crush | Nicole | | any now | No | | a celebrity crush | No | | who do you want to be with right now | ...I'm not sure anymore | | whos number do you want | I swear, I'm getting the feeling you're flirting with me again. | | who do you want to kiss | I wouldn't mind planting one on that aged beauty Ryoko Blue | | what is something you dont understand about the opposite sex | I don't understand anything about them...and probably never will. | | if you could go on a date with anybody, who would it be | Rachel and Clare (I'd get to meet them in person, woo!) | | on scale of one to ten, how romantic are you | 10 | | first thing noticed about the opposite sex | ::Stares at chest:: Huh? Were you saying something? | | what do you look for personality-wise | Intelligence and a general understanding of me and my feelings. | | biggest turn on | Playfulness | | biggest turn off | When they outright ignore me | | something thay weat that turns you on | My wrinkled up shirt, the morning after. | | something they wear that turns you off | A rabbit costume? | | the most romantic thing you want to happen to you | The perfect date imaginable, where nothing goes wrong. | | the most romantic thing that has happened to you | Nothing really romantic yet. | | what do you wear on a coffee date | My casual wear, comfortable is always a must. | | is it right to flirt if you're taken | Depends | | is cyber cheating | ....are you kidding me? | | are eyes the passegeway to the soul | Yes | | who would you like to take to the prom | Your mom! Zing! | | do you want to hug somebody right now | Yes... ::Sniff:: | | do you know what an aphrodisiac is | Yes, and I'm drinking one right now. | | describe | | mellow | Calm, peaceful. | | melancholy | Depressed, sullen. | | the perfect date | A night filled with utter delight in which we both sample one another's interests and basically connect on an emotional level. | | the perfect mate | A girl who can put up with me and my faults. | | how m&m's are made | Well, when a mommy m&m and a daddy m&m really really like eachother they...erm...you know. ::Insert example involving two puppets:: | | why manhole covers are round | Now, I may be going out on a limb on this, but perhaps it's because the hole itself is round? | | one or the other | | coke/pepsi | Pepsi | | sprite/7-up | 7-up | | boxers/briefs | Boxers | | gold/silver | Gold | | vanilla/chocolate | Chocolate | | flowers/candy | Flowers | | book/magazine | Book | | tv/radio | Tv | | glass half empty/half full | Half empty | | democrat/republican | Democrat | | colored pencils/markers | Colored Pencils | | coffee/tea | Coffee | | sun/moon | Sun | | day/night | Night | | hot/cold | Cold | | dog/cat | Dog | | button/zipper | Button | | cotton/feather pillow | Cotton Pillow | | blue/purple | Blue | | plumber/trashman | Plumber | | jeans/shorts | Jeans | | long distance relationship/none | Long Distance Relationship | | mechanical/regular |
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| The Bemoans of a Faineant |
[Oct. 25th, 2004|02:27 am] |
Besides being the usual drag on a otherwise productive society, I've finally found a place of employment after being carelessly cast aside by blockbusters. Hopefully, with this steady cash flow I can begin pulling myself out of this rut and put my life back on track. Despite it all, I'm still pathologically lazy and prone to idly staring at the ceiling as the minutes quickly tick away into weeks. This indolence of mine is seriously putting a big damper on my writing career, if one could indeed call it that.
The fun, sadly, doesn’t stop there. As some of you might already know, I'm having a bit of a off....month...maybe year depending on how things wrap up come the end of December. With zilch motivation and a mean procrastination streak, things are looking rather bleak. I haven’t role-played in over a month, haven't written a single essay in weeks, and haven’t even begun to touch my novels. It seems I've avoided work like the black plague, fearing a most excruciating death at even the tiniest bit of contact.
Looking back on things I've said or wrote in the past, on and off the internet, I can't help but think how immature I can be. Wincing at my petty argument mongering, cursing at my inability to shrug some things off as nothing more than witless dribble unworthy of comment, and slapping my forehead in exasperation as I fail to keep my mouth shut at the appropriate time, it's safe to say that this eighteen year-old has a lot of growing up to do. |
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| The Beauty of Words |
[Oct. 14th, 2004|10:24 am] |
Before us lies a vast, seemingly limitless collection of words.
On one hand we can string a few of them together to express undying devotion and love, and on the other we can express the deepest, darkest depths of loathing that few have ever witnessed.
This is the unlimited freedom of language.
With words, wars can be ended peacefully or prevented all together.
With words, you could create masterful works that would be forever admired through the passage of time.
With words, we could very well obtain a form of immorality.
Be it a friendly conversation, a well-rounded novel, or an awe inspiring poem, words are used every day in our lives. How you choose to use them is the beauty of this freedom granted to us since birth. |
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| I Love You Guys (Is Polygamy Out Of The Question?) |
[Oct. 13th, 2004|06:05 pm] |
After much prodding from my friend and colleague Brian, I’ve begun my work anew. Currently, I am working on two novels, a web comic, and various other projects. While working on these miscellaneous pieces, I’m also struggling to improve as both an artist and a writer. Let’s face it, my craft isn’t as masterful as I would like it. My writing is lacking and my art is horrendous at best. Allow me your patience as I recover from my recent muse-less bout of depression.
Unlike some, I don’t feel the urge to bitch or moan publicly in the form of a journal, or what have you, so I won’t bother with the sordid details of my life to date. The only attention I want is that from my various associates dotted across the world wide web. I’m lucky to have friends like them.
Falda, a very bright and innovative individual I had the pleasure of meeting in Gaia of all places, as ironic it may seem, continues to be a wonderful source of inspiration, a stimulating conversationalist, as well as a mentor of sorts. Without her, I wouldn’t have a friend to match wits with and lose horribly. Without her, I wouldn’t have someone to bounce ideas off, ask for advice, or generally entertain with my random humor.
Rachiru, a stubborn and talented young lady that never ceases to surprise and/or amaze me, will always be a friend I cherish. Without her, I wouldn’t really have a reason to get on the computer aside from work. Without her, most of my ideas would never have been given birth. At times she is my own personal butt kicking, bad ass, muse.
Clare, a wonder beyond her years. Be shocked and amazed as she seizes your sanity and tears it into tiny bits. She is both talented and wise in her own unique way. She may as well be the unofficial leader of our motley crew, though I’d like to claim otherwise. Ever the EVAZE supporter and threatener of the color pink, Clare is another of my dear friends I would never do without.
Three girls, three intelligent and talented females whom I know personally. If I could, I’d give them all one big hug. Without them, Luke is lost. |
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| I'm A Writer, Right? |
[Sep. 24th, 2004|05:42 pm] |
Yes, I'm alive in case those who care were wondering where I've kept myself for the past few days. I'll admit my job and school have taken a large chunk from my precious free time, but even so I've always found time to get on in the past. However, this week has simply not been the case. I was taking a breather, if you will, and was trying to get in touch with my inner writer; my inner child says hi by the way. I've hit a slump, a rut, a cold and rough surface that is writer’s block in the severest degree. I’ve scrapped my romantic comedy novel and have begun anew, with nothing to show for it as of yet.
I am really getting behind in my writing, those lovely writing events being among them. For now I’m mulling over a few possible genres in which to pursue for my new novel in the works and have whittled it down to a few choices. |
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| Interview With Luke # 2 |
[Sep. 17th, 2004|11:58 pm] |
Luke: "Hello!"
Wayward Fan: "Hiii, drag queen! X3"
Luke: ::Disregard, followed by a witty rebuttle::
Wayward Fan: ::snerks:: "Sorry. Just kinda hyper since my friend is dishing me death threats."
Wayward Fan: "Anyway, how are ya?!"
Luke: "I'm doing fairly well."
Wayward Fan: "Welps, gotta eat for a moment. Haven't eaten lunch or dinner yet. D: I'll be back in, er, twenty minutes, I think."
Luke: "Heh, alright, see you then."
Wayward Fan is away at 8:20:08 PM.
Luke: "God...I swear we have some stupid people out there...who seem to gather around Fanfiction.net frequently."
Wayward Fan returned at 8:43:45 PM.
Wayward Fan: "BACK."
Luke: "Welcome back."
Wayward Fan: "Thankyou."
Luke: "No problem."
Wayward Fan: "But er, yeah...something about idiots flocking to FF.net?"
Luke: "Something like that..."
Wayward Fan: "Fun stuff. ^^;"
Luke: "Pick any story, click the review section, you're bound to find quite a few."
Wayward Fan: "Yep. They're raiding one of the best places to go for stories...>_O"
Luke: "I'm leaning more towards the idiots who say the story is great, when in reality it's a piece of shit."
Wayward Fan: "Lol...yeah. It creeps me out sometimes."
Luke: "So...interview?"
Wayward Fan: "Er, sure."
Wayward Fan: "So, let's see..."
Wayward Fan: "What do you want to become? (Besides being a writer and whatever you're doing now. XD)"
Luke: "Well, I used to think I knew from the get go what I wanted to be. In highschool, I wanted to become a lawyer, but I felt I had a half-way decent account in the morality bank, so that idea went out of the window. Currently, I am studying to become a game designer, while sharpening my sorely lacking abilities as an artist. Aside from game design and writing on the side, I want to finance my own animation project. You've already heard about the AI Crew."
Wayward Fan: "Ooh. Spiffy. The lawyer-ness rocks. My sister's planning to go into law, but, er, let's not get into that, hm? Yes, I have heard about the AI Crew and that's pretty coo'. Wanting to have your own animation project, I mean." ::nods::
Luke: ::Nods::
Wayward Fan: "Anyway....let's see..."
Wayward Fan: ::taps fingers:: "If you could be an animal, what would you be? (I think another of your fans asked this before and I think I know what your response is gonna be. XD)"
Luke: "I believe you already know the answer to that question, m'dear."
Luke: "Woo! New Away message. Go me!"
Wayward Fan: "Lol. Yep. PANDAS."
Wayward Fan: "Uhh..."
Wayward Fan: "This is just random, alright? So bear with me? ^^; If you were to tell a girl that you loved her, how would you say it, where would you say it, and when? ^^"
Luke: "What a wonderful question. Allow me the moment to answer as best as I can."
Wayward Fan: "Mmkay."
Luke: "In professing my love for another, simply saying I love you, won't quite cut it. I may be as cliche as to singing below her window, playing my guitar, while making a silly ass of myself in the process. Humor always comes through in the end. I may even be as bold as announcing my love and intentions with said girl in front of a large crowd, be it at the movies or in front of her friends. Embarrassment on her part is inescapable, I'm afraid. I've given you the how and the where, but not the when. This is crucial to making a bigger impact, even if your beloved may not recognize the date of time, in which case you can remind them after you embarrass the heck out of them. I would choose the date in which we first met. Once you explain to them the when, cue a few awws and gain a few more brownie points in the love meter."
Wayward Fan: "Awww---wait, what am I doing...o.o;;" ::looks around, a little scared:: "BUT THAT'S SO AWESOME, EVANS. Who would have thought that a gay guy like you could come up with such a sappy and romantic response?"
Luke: ::Disregard, Retort!::
Wayward Fan: ::snerks:: |
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| Its A Pain In The Ass |
[Sep. 17th, 2004|11:25 pm] |
Life...
It has its ups and downs. It is an energy economy game, where you question whether or not your energy expenditures (actions, reactions, thoughts, and feelings) are productive or nonproductive. It is like a hot bath; it feels good while you're in it, but the longer you stay in, the more wrinkled you get. It is good, without it we'd all be dead. It lies before us like a path of driven snow; be wary of where you tread, because every step shows. It is the instrument in which we experiment with the truth. It does not accommodate us, it shatters us; every seed destroys its container or else there would be no fruition. It may not be the party we had hopped for, but we should dance anyway while we're here. It doesn't cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh. It may have a superb cast, but for the life of me, I can't figure out the plot. It's secret is honesty and fair dealing; if you can fake that, you have it made.
Life... |
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| Interview With Luke #1 |
[Sep. 15th, 2004|02:22 pm] |
As a treat to my beloved fans, I regularly host an interview of sorts over AIM. During this alleged questionnaire, I allow others to ask me any question, no matter how inane, and sometimes retort with a question of my own. The results of these events usually bear humourous fruit that I've decided to share with you all:
She Loves Me, She Hates Me
Luke: "So, I'm too icky for your paper, huh?"
Random Fan: "...yes, you are." XP
Luke: "Well, there's no accounting for good taste when it comes to you..."
Random Fan: "Besides, I don't know to much about you, you know. Such as your favorite drink, etc." >P
Luke: "My favorite drink, or my favorite non-alcoholic beverage?"
Random: "Non-alchoholic beverage."
Random Fan: "Geez..I'd be murdered by my mom if I had a favorite alchoholic drink." ::shivers::
Luke: Hmm...jeez...non-alcoholic...this is a toughie."
Random Fan: "Mine would be, as you prolly know already, a vanilla cream frappucinno." >3
Luke: "Well, I'm quite partial to Dr. Pepper, but I've been known to be a Pepsi man. I too enjoy a good vanilla cream frappuchinno."
Random Fan: "Pepsi? Pepsi's alright, I 'pose."
Luke: ::Shrugs:: "This is coming from a guy who went straight to alcohol when you mentioned favorite drink."
Random Fan: "But hey! I found out you like Dr. Pepper, just like Rach! X3 Bwahahahaha...information.." << >>
Luke: "Well, don't let my alcoholic tendancies get in the way of this interview, please ask some more questions."
Random Fan: "Do you play any sports?"
Luke: "I used to play football and was apart of the wrestling team in highschool."
Luke: "I did it in a sad attempt to raise my popularity, of course."
Random Fan: ::suddenly coughs:: "You're sad. Honestly. Nate used to do wrestling...broke some bones." X3
Luke: "I haven't broken anything yet, thankfully."
Random Fan: ::raises an eyebrow:: "Really?"
Luke: "Yep, not a single broken bone."
Random Fan: "I haven't broken anything yet, either!" ::high fives::
Luke: "Heh, anything else you'd like to know about wonderful me?"
Random Fan: "Eeh...favorite type of movies?"
Luke: "Favorite genre of movies, eh? Hmm...I'm partial to comedy and martial art flicks. I was a little overjoyed when they combined the two in Kung Pow: Enter the Fist."
Random Fan: "Aah, kay. :3 I watch movies for romance comedies...such as this one movie, called "My Sassy Girl." Best movie ever. X3"
Luke: "I can't say that I've ever seen that one. I remember watching 40 days and 40 nights. My heart when out to that guy, I was tempted to follow his footsteps."
Luke: "Keep the questions coming, and you'll learn a little more about that guy named Luke."
Random Fan: "Well, the movie I was talking about wasn't released in the US, it being Korean (I think...or was it Chinese?) and all. I'll find a way to get it to you, though."
Random Fan: "Next question is...errrr...::taps fingers on desk:: ...what's your favorite type of sport to watch on TV? ^^;"
Luke: "....you're asking this because I'm a guy, right? Well, to be perfectly honest I don't find enjoyment out of watching others play sports."
Random Fan: ::gasp::
Luke: "My friend Scott doesn't like watching them either, we're special."
Random: "Do you even like watching the Olympics?"
Luke: "Nope, not at all."
Random Fan: "...you're weird. You don't even like watching swimming? Not even good 'ol tennis..?! X_X"
Luke: "Nope. I'd like to know once where they set the bar for normal; I'd like to reach that point sometime in my life."
Random Fan: "How can you not like watching sports?"
Luke: "I find it rather borish and pointless. I would rather play sports or hell, maybe even hang out with my friends and kick around the ole' PS2 paddle."
Random Fan: "Pointless? Borish?! X_X But it's so awesome... I still can't believe you don't watch sports. And you're a guy. But yes, anyway...next question!"
Random Fan: "If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it?"
Luke: "Get an excellent start on my business venture and finance my many projects in the works."
Random Fan: "...sounds...interesting."
Luke: "What kind of answer were you expecting?"
Random Fan: "I dunno..spending it on something else, I guess. I'd prolly end up saving it or use it to buy myself a dog. XD I've always wanted a dog..."
Luke: "A million dollars...and all you can think of is a dog?"
Random Fan: "I've always wanted a dog! ...they're the best."
Luke: "No argument there, but you should really start thinking in broad terms."
Random Fan: ::eyes you::
Luke: "Okay, how about I shut up and you continue with the questions?"
Random Fan: "How would you want to die?"
Luke: "With a smile. Actually, I always wondered what it would be like to be beaten to death by a group of oompa loompas."
Random Fan: ::eyes you once more:: "No dying by a blimp?"
Luke: "Can't say the whole zeplin thing tickles my death fancy."
Random Fan: "But death by blimp is awesome!"
Luke: "And being beated to death by midgets with orange face paint and green wigs isn't?"
Random Fan: "Oompa loompas creep me out."
Random Fan: "Along with clowns.."
Luke: "Next question...huzzah!"
Random Fan: "If you had to choose between the following (three) careers, what would it be?
1. A clown
2. A mascot
3. Someone's stalker"
Luke: "Hmm...I'd have to say 3. I have a little experience in the profession, given my whole Nicole obsession and the fact that I had my very own part-time stalker. I'm not saying I'd be the best, but by Jimminy, I'd give it the ole' college try."
Random Fan: ::inches away::
Random: "Anyway..."
Random Fan: "You can ask me a question."
Luke: "Really? What do you think of me? In broad terms, past and present. What did you think of me before we parted ways and what do you think of me now?"
Random Fan: "Before we parted? Eeeh..I thought you were mature (you held a lot more than moi) and kinda serious. You could loosen up and be hyper, but..um... she...would have to kinda goad you into it. ^^;"
Random Fan: "At the moment I think you're strange, but the same calm and collected (though still slightly a dork) Evans from before. ::nods::"
Luke: "Heh, you guys bring out the best in me."
Random Fan: ">P Next question?"
Luke: "Okay, is there any particular reason you scream, yell, and push EVAZE?"
Random Fan: "The answer is simple:
YOU TWO ARE SO DARNED CUTE TOGETHER! X3"
Luke: "lol"
Luke: "Has any guy [may god have mercy on his soul] caught your eye yet?"
Random Fan: "You, shaddup."
Random Fan: "And any guy caught my eye? To be honest...none. ^^; At least..I don't think so. o.O"
Luke: "Oh? Well, I'm sure there will be a time, when you're older of course, when you'll find yourself falling in love. Were you ever given the birds and bees speech? If not, I'd be more than happy to give you my own version."
Random Fan: "...I'll pass, thanks."
Luke: "Well, like I've said before: I'm the kind of guy your religious grandparents/uncles/aunts tell you to stay away from."
Random Fan: "^^; I'd rather keep myself from gouging out my eyes, thanks. Don't exactly want to hear that speech from a guy friend. <<;"
Random Fan: "..or see it. Whatever."
Luke: "Alright, do you really hate me, or are you just playing hard to get?"
Random Fan: "Eeeeh...I kinda do hate you, but then I don't...yet I do...but I don't...yeah. It's confusing. ::pulls a face::"
Luke: "You kind of hate me? Care to elaborate?"
(This portion of the interview was removed for the sake of the 'Random Fan'. I don't break promises, ever.)
Random Fan: "Anyway, gotta catch some din din or else I'll die from not eating anything all day. ^^;"
Luke: "Very well, I shall speak with you later, perhaps?"
Random Fan: "Mmyep."
Luke: "Be sure to continually check my live journal, I'm actually updating it regularly."
Random Fan: "Lol, alright. And like Ru said..
..pansy. >B"
Random Fan is away at 6:59:56 PM.
Luke: "oh...you...you...beautiful tease you."
Luke: That wasn't very sporting...
End of Convo
Should you wish to participate in upcoming interviews, feel free to IM me at my AIM sn: Ryouga Sensei. Nothing is scheduled yet, but I'd be more than willing to make exceptions to those who really want to get to know the real me.
If you want me to refrain from posting our interview on LJ, ect, for whatever reason, feel free to let me know and I will respect your wishes. |
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| ENTJs Will Rule The World |
[Sep. 15th, 2004|11:22 am] |
I've recently taken the myers-briggs test again, though for the life of me I can't remember when I last took it. I am categorized as an ENTJ, which doesn't come as big surprise. Throughout my bitter childhood and my hormone driven days of being a teenager (Which I still am thankfully, hooray for hormones!) I've always led my own group of misfits and friends.
ENTJs have a natural tendency to marshall and direct. This may be expressed with the charm and finesse of a world leader or with the insensitivity of a cult leader.
(Fangirl club anyone?)
The ENTJ requires little encouragement to make a plan. While "compelled" may not describe ENTJs as a group, nevertheless the bent to plan creatively and to make those plans reality is a common theme for NJ types.
ENTJs are often "larger than life" in describing their projects or proposals. This ability may be expressed as salesmanship, story-telling facility or stand-up comedy. In combination with the natural propensity for filibuster, our hero can make it very difficult for the customer to decline.
(Luke cannot me denied, love me!)
ENTJs are decisive. They see what needs to be done, and frequently assign roles to their fellows. Few other types can equal their ability to remain resolute in conflict, sending the valiant (and often leading the charge) into the mouth of hell. When challenged, the ENTJ may by reflex become argumentative. Alternatively I may unleash an icy gaze of doom that serves notice: the ENTJ is not one to be trifled with.
(You may all laugh now, but one day I’ll be the one laughing, muwhahahah!)
My introverted feelings are romantic, as the ethereal as the inner world from whence it doth emerge. When it awakes, feeling evokes great passion that knows not nuance of proportion nor context. Perhaps these lesser functions inspire glorious recreational quests in worlds that never were, or may only ever be in fantasy. When overdone or taken too seriously, these feelings turned outward often becomes maudlin or melodramatic. Nicole has often called me a drama queen, not to be confused with a drag queen, thank you Clare. Feeling in this type appears most authentic when implied or expressed covertly in a firm handshake, accepting demeanor, or act of sacrifice thinly covered by excuses of lack of any personal interest in the relinquished item.
Cohorts - ISTPs (Future lackys that will do my evil bidding)
Contrast -INTPs (Those who will seek to end me utterly)
Companion - ENFJs (Perhaps my future wife?)
Pal- INTJ (Best friends, best friends are we!) |
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| Anaclisis: Stage Two |
[Sep. 14th, 2004|04:14 pm] |
For reasons unbeknownst to me, everything in life tends to have stages charted out in a predetermined fashion. Relationships, for example, tend to follow an easy step by step process in which the seriousness of the bond between a couple rises as each stage is reached. Now, I'm not saying that the relationship chart is necessarily immutable. Things happen and you may be forced to skip a few stages all together, or not transverse at all, forever trapped in that loose stage of being boyfriend and girlfriend.
During one of my many outings with Sarah, she brought up the subject of us sharing an apartment. I’m fairly comfortable with my current lifestyle, as comfortable as a destitute college student can get anyway, and I can’t help but weigh the pros and the cons of a decision of this magnitude. The following is a chart I’ve quickly threw together that measures the aforementioned pros and cons:
Sarah's Clingy Grip Grows Tighter
Pros
1. Sarah and me would share a bed.
(Cue wolfish grin. I’m such a perv sometimes...)
2. I won't have Scott waking me up in the morning by jumping roughly on my bed, screaming "Man pile!"
3. I'd wake up seeing Sarah’s beautiful face every morning.
(Is it just me or all of these bed oriented?)
4. I'd be spared from Scott's more inventive concoctions he likes to call food.
5. Sarah and me would share a bed.
(Oh..wait...I already said that, didn't I? Now I can't stop thinking about it, hmm...)
6. My most uneventful days could be remedied by teasing Sarah.
7. Playful Tickle fights with Sarah that may turn into intense make out sessions.
(Nicole was right, I am a sex crazed deviant!)
Cons
1. Sarah would want to 'redecorate' my beloved apartment.
2. No Scott means no intense video game rivalry that would take hours upon hours to resolve nightly.
3. Plunging head first in stage two of our relationship would leave it open for stage three.
(Babies, marriage? Not now thanks. I'll hold off on the squealing drool midgets for a couple more years.)
4. Sarah and I would share a bed.
(She's a violent sleeper. I have a black eye to prove it.)
5. She'd be able to interrogate me more thoroughly.
(Where were you, who with, why is there lipstick on your collar, neck, and mouth?)
6. She'd probably start talking about babies and marriage, though her parents are doing a fine enough job as it is... |
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| Hugs, Animation, Writing, and Oompa Loompas |
[Sep. 12th, 2004|11:28 pm] |
Nothing to report, just yet another uneventful day in the wonderful life of Luke. I've spent some time to catch up on my writing and managed to finish a little more of Clare's request. It's nowhere near finished, but it promises much fluffiness. I’ve mulled over a few ideas for my other requests as well, nothing quite tangible yet, though the gay oriented one is looking to be even funnier than I had originally intended. For now, I'm taking a much needed break from my novel, focusing on the assignments my friends requested.
I've developed a nasty habit of wanting people to interview me again and again; I swear my ego is getting worse by the day. This upcoming week is going to be rather loose and uneventful as well, though I will be extremely busy come Tuesday. I've scheduled a meeting of sorts with my diligent cohorts in all that is evil, wicked, animated, and game-related. I plan to get some additional work done on The Sock Wars and the Scottrix. We've neglected it for far too long and the script and story boards are long overdue. With my free hugs shirt proudly adorned on my person, I shall continue my writing endeavors.
On a side note: Don't you just want to run up to an oompa loompa and give him a great big ole' hug till his round orange face turns blue? |
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| Luke's Writing Event #1 |
[Sep. 10th, 2004|01:14 pm] |
Here's the deal folks, ie the people who actually bother to read my journal, I want you all to give me a few ideas you want seen written into an essay or short story. I'm getting a tad out of practice (My novel and role-playing exploits don’t count) and would appreciate an assignment or two. I promise to put my heart into writing this piece, hopefully coming up with something that will do you proud.
I just feel I haven’t worked much on my writing, since my novel is coming along very slowly, and I would appreciate a break from that literary nightmare. Submit your ideas in the following fashion, correctly adhering to the specifications offered:
Name: (Your name, obviously)
Style: (The style in which you want this idea written in. Essay, short story, etc.)
What You Like About My Writing: (Put what you like, but if you happen to hate my writing to the bitter core then you can go ahead and leave this section blank)
What You Hate/Want Changed About My Writing: (Criticism and suggestions would be most appreciated. Comments like: "Your writing sux!" and "You should just die and...stuff!" will be laughed at and largely ignored.
Idea: (The actual idea you want me to work on. You can submit characters and anything else you want along with the idea) |
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| Still Alive...for now |
[Sep. 10th, 2004|09:38 am] |
Nothing much to report right now, well except for my meeting/lunch with Sarah's parents that took place yesterday. Funny story about that actually, only I'm not going to tell you. It's funny though.
Christian
What Moulin Rouge Character Are You?
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It's true, I'm a hopeless romantic. Sarah loves it, Scott questions my sexuality because of it, and Nicole thought I was faking it.
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Blue happens to be my favorite color and I do pride myself for my calm and smart disposition. What can I say? I'm a genius who isn't appreciated in his own time. |
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| What Boredom Can Breed |
[Sep. 9th, 2004|05:51 am] |
| L | Luscious | | U | Unforgettable | | K | Kinky | | E | Elitist |
Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com
You know what? This acronym has me pegged, I'm simply astounded at its accuracy. Luscious? Absolutely, I'm one sexy beast. Everyday I'm manhandled by various girls, each wanting a piece of da Luke. Unforgettable? Baby, I'm like a bad pick-up line: "Are your legs tired? Because you've been running around my mind all day." Kinky? Well...not really, well there was this one time when me and Sarah had this bottle of whip cream..wait...why the hell am I telling you this? Elitist? But of course. I pride myself for my elite status in regards to everything I do, especially role-play. Sure, I may come off as an arrogant prick, but.....I've really got nothing to defend my actions...I'm just a prick.
I probably would say that. I'm an atheist, so if and when I die and I happen to be standing before the pearly gates and somehow manage to get in, yes, the first thing out of my mouth would be: "Awesome!"
Aggression, yes, sexual allure, most definitely, ADHD, I prefer the term attention challenged and idle inclined, thanks very much. |
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| How about that for a fun-filled afternoon? |
[Sep. 8th, 2004|06:54 pm] |
Dear ladies and gentleman,
I've done something I'm not particularly proud of, but at the same time I can't help but revel in how good it felt. No, this isn't another Sarah encounter, you sick people you. I met up with my darling little sister, who isn't so little anymore, and had a run-in with her boyfriend. Now, me and him never saw eye to eye, but we had a general understanding: If he toed the line with my sis, he'd get my shoe shoved nicely up his pampered ass.
The rest of the meeting went alright for the most part, till I overheard Nick mention a few 'colorful' things about my sister in front of his friends. Now, I take no enjoyment out of kicking the crap out of highschool kids, but Nicky boy was one hell of an exception. I gave him a shiner he wouldn't soon forget; a shame my sister stopped me from adding further injury to insult. But, yes folks, I punched out a highschool kid and I never felt better. Sure, the ear-full I got from sis wasn't what I'd call fun, but hopefully Nick learned his lesson: 1) Luke is an overprotective brother who may have gotten the shit kicked out of him in 'his' highschool days, but finds no problem in doing the same to other such students who happen to be named Nick. and 2) Never mention spreading Luke's sister over a counter top and doing this and that with her, when Luke is in earshot. |
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| Castrate or Marriage: Meet the parents of...DOOM! |
[Sep. 8th, 2004|05:02 pm] |
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Well, after my latest date with my lovely girlfriend Sarah, she brought up the fact that we would be having dinner/lunch with her parents. Now, normally I wouldn't fear being in their presence, but given certain circumstances I fear for my life every time I'm alone with them. You may be wondering why Luke, being the brave and handsome boy he is, has these unfounded fears directed toward his semi-spouse’s parents? To answer it simply, they walked in on Sarah and me in a not so flattering position, followed by my friends. True, it's enough to give American Pie a run for its money, but I kid you not. They either wish to end me utterly or chain me to their daughter, throw me in a chapel, and wish for the best. Her parents are great, don't get me wrong, I’m just a dumbass is all. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 6th, 2004|09:09 pm] |
Sadly, my writing isn't going as well as I had hoped. I entertain the notion that I know what I'm doing, but my novel just isn't that well off. Despite the fact that my free time is limited, I still should be able to scrap together a few usable ideas for said literati on. Many have said I'm a good writer and should publish some of my earlier work; a shame I don't share their sentiments. Gaia has become a place to practice and work on my writing abilities, but lately it has become more than that.
It's rather funny, really, seeing as how I now feel the need to gather a teeming mass of squealing fangirls on Gaia. Perhaps if I accomplished something worth their already divided attention, this 'lofty' goal could be easily attained. Now, you may be asking yourself, why? Why on earth would this 'mature' male wish to gather a group of girls who wish to praise his name? Well, you've probably already answered your question, but I shall humor you nonetheless. It's nothing more than shameless ego stroking. I've mentioned that I was an egomaniac and my pride can be easily wounded if I'm not careful. Before I bore you even further with my mindless dribble, I'll go ahead and end it here. |
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