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`Spiteful Voodoo` Captain
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 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 10:54 pm
  Played by [Faded] of Heart Coal Loving  I am this many: Eighteen. Have been for the past few months. My birthday is in December and just so happens to be Christmas eve. Don't ask me if I am Christian it annoys the hell out of me. I have no religion and I am very , very proud of that. They are just jealous 'cause I'm: I am impulsively agressive. I like to hit things just to see who or what gets hurt more, myself or whatever I hit. I have anger issues aswell, and my short fuse makes me a firecracker ready to crack at any given point and any given comment. Sarcasm is my game, if I say anything it has more than a ninety percent chance of having some sort of sarcastic meaning. The only peace I find is in my music. When I play nothing can bother me. Its like I am in another world. Its easy for me to find something to change my mood, since I am accused of having attention deficite disorder. Don't get me wrong, I am a nice guy and a great friend when I try to be. Its just the "trying" makes me want to gag in most cases. I am polite also. Never will I call you anything rude or come at you before you offend me first, well not to your face anyways. I am curious, like that little monkey whatver his name is, and I like to ask questions when I am interested in something. I believe that knowledge is the key to living, so I am very knowledgeable about many things, whether they are useful or not. I find that sitting alone can be just as soothing as playing musice, if there is nothing to interrupt the silence, and will often distance myself from people to get that high I crave so much. I am very dependant on myself and nobody else, I tend to make sure that I don't absolutely need someonone to do something. I would rather die a painful death then ask anyone for help. Its a pride thing I guess, not really all that big of a deal really.
I bet you wouldn't geuss that I am a hopeless romantic. Yes, I know, unbelievable, but I am. I like to treat a girl well enough to where she floats off her feet right into my arms. Sadly along with being a romantic i am a huge flirt. I can take just about any scentance and use it to my advantage to swoon about any woman. My powers are limitless. There is a good side though, I never use my powers for evil I am not one to play a girls feelings as I have ben hurt way too much in the past to dare do that to a girl. It would be horrible. I believe cheaters should be punished, its not right, and if I have to I will kill them all myself. I am a very devoted man. If I get into any relationship, whether it friendly or intimate, you can bet your life that I will be faithful. Its not something that I believe everyone should do, but it sure as hell would be nice.
I have a potty mouth. Generally half the words I say are listed profanity. Its a sin that I get from my parents, when I see them. More of a famliy trait actually, everyone in my family is a chronic potty mouth, my seven year old sister included. Aren't I just a lovely chap? The last thing I remember is: I am the one in the back of the class, muttering the answers correctly but never once raising my hand to get credit. Ya, thats me. I was born in the gloomy state of West Virginia and dragged all the way down to Floriday where my parents now stake claim to small peice of land they call "Home". I grew up in a pleasent house hold and I was told that as long as my grades were good I would be provided anything and everything I wanted. Though this was true they could never provide one thing. Time. My mother and father always worked and I was constanly alone. Which is probly why I am such a ******** up individual. Hmm...Anyways I soon realized that if I wanted to get their attention it would have to be negative. So I skipped school, beat up people, got into jail afew times. No biggie right. Well obviously not since it still wasn't enough. They bailed me out afew times and sent me back to school like nothing happened.
Alot has changed since then. I am much more agressive and I see less and less of them. My father drinks as you already know and my mother has a chronic addiction to adultry (cheating). School life sucks since the few friends I did have stopped talking to me after I began showing up less and less. Oh well, their loss I guess. The principal and administration fought to keep me out, but the state said its my right to be in school, so here I am ...yeat again. Isn't life grand?
See what I mean with my sarcasm? Anyways, my grandmother was never really there either, not that I can remember anyways. Well now that I think about it, none of my grandparents were. No borthday cards, no christmas gifts. Its strange really, I will have to find out why later. Despite my horrible shildhood I did have few good things happen to me. When I came to highschool I met one of my best friends Lindsay, she is an awkward one to say the least. Good times obviously followed and we are pretty close today. Its ironic really, how such a bad life can have afew good things.
I'm attracted to: Females. I am not too sure why. Often I find myself wishing I was homosexual. Females are way too complicated for me to even begin on why I would be so infatuated with them. I would guess its because of the exterior appearence of some of them, with their boobs and what-not, but I also find myself interested in the not-so-attractive ones that have the great personalities. I guess it really depends on the girl. If she is a b***h with a mean bite, I'm all hers. Then again the friend;y ones are pretty damn attractive too. I mean, who wouldn't want to cuddle up with a warm hearted lady? Its too difficult of a dicison...maybe I should go homo. Atleast I wouldn't have to decide on which female to give my heart to. That is like pulling teeth, most girls at this school are so fake that you have no clue what you are getting into until its way too late. I'm so into: The hues of her wonderful eyes. Yea thats right, I am an eye man. I believe that the eyes are the door to anyones soul. They show you things that the peson tries to hide. I have learned to read them well. So she better not be lying to me.
I am also very attracted to a girl that knows her literature. If I meantion a quote from a book and she catches it. Instant infatuation, its a sin and a weakness on my part, but I can't really help it now can I? Its just that most people I know don't even pick up a book, too find someone with as much interest in reading as I would be phenominal, and of the opposite sex? Well she better know some form of Martial Arts 'cause I might just try and rape her on the spot. Call me: Coal, nothing else, just Coal. Only people I respect get to call me anything else. They each get their one chance to give me a nickname. Its kind of a special thing I share between those people. In retrospect I don't give out nicknames. I call people by their first name once aquainted with them, then their last when we've become friends. Only in extremely rare cases have i ever given anyone a nickname. A very small few to put it at that. You have had to have struck me just the right way to have gained enough of my respect to recieve a coveted nickname...its freakishI hang with: The Nobodies,or so they call us. It seems that just because we don't partake in the rediculous after parties, and the moronic pep rallies does not mean that we do not exist. I do not agree so much with the name they have given us, but I do not want to waste my time and argue either. It would be futile. Sort of a lose -lose situation if you ask me.Shedule:1.Culinary arts; Can you believe it, they want me to cook. Oh this can only end up in a couple visits from the local fire department.
2.Office TA; Great, as if I didn't have enough of teachers during regular classes I now have to be their lacky.
3.Anatomy and Physiology; oh this is grand, A sceince class with disections right after lunch. I can't wait to see who shucks first. I got my money on miss money wad over there.
4.Phys. Ed.; This ones more of a filler, I got all my credits so they stuck me here to pass the time. Mostly I just run the track for an hour and a half, simply because I like running and I like to show the School track members that I cun run laps around their whole team. I'm an a** I know.
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`Spiteful Voodoo` Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 10:58 am
 Played by Reprimand Dominic Merten  I am this many: 18 years, 3 months and counting. My last birthday, June 11th, was spent with my friends Travis, Becky and Hong. We saw a horror movie, pleasing the adrenaline junkie side of me, celebrating the fact that legally I can see rated R movies I’ve been sneaking into since I was twelve. They are just jealous 'cause I'm: They’re jealous ‘cause I speak German fluently. Jealous ‘cause I run track for the school team, jealous ‘cause I’m a senior, jealous ‘cause I’ve got a full college scholarship in the palm of my hand. They’re also jealous ‘cause I’ve got the love of Jesus in my heart and ‘cause of my mad violin skills.
I’m the envy of the entire school, what with my suave cynicism and impressive writing skills, my large vocabulary and my mathematical prowess. I’m the next William Wordsworth.
[sarcasm] They’re jealous ‘cause I know everything. [/sarcasm]
Actually, I’d be surprised if anyone is jealous of me. I like to think of myself as a temporary loner – when I come back in twenty years I’ll be the life of the reunion.
If anybody is jealous it’s because of my grades, and they really ought to be. If I ever did anything right during my first three years of high school it was study. Study my a** off, study even when there was nothing to study for, do my friends homework when I’ve got nothing left to study.
This brings me to my adopted mantra:
Despite popular belief the point of high school is to learn, to keep your GPA in the high threes so you never have to feel so depressed as you do during your four years as a misfit.
Think about it: do you really want to spend the rest of your life flipping burgers because you were too busy jacking off during High School to notice your chance of success flashing by?
I’m on the right track. How about you?
My main pet peeves are oxymorons, science classes, internet dating, politics, ignorance, self-help books, teenagers, anime, bad grammar, hypocrites, modern art, rap music, secondhand smoke, angst and gangstas/emo kids (if you’re going to kill yourself just do it already, and for gods sake pull your pants up while you’re at it).
I enjoy sour cream and onion chips, jogging, trivia, being melancholy, long drives, snow on trees, newspaper comics, babies, cookie dough, trips to the movies, making out, arcade games, aspirin, deciphering complicated poetry, contradiction, lava lamps, The Violent Femmes, reading writing & arithmetic, sunflower seeds, Skittles and cats.
I’ve had my fair share of girlfriends, most of them don’t go to this school, but all of my relationships as of yet have ended in frustration. Frustration on my part, because I only manage to ask out girls who were first in line when God gave out breasts and last in line when he gave out brains, and frustration on her part because she can’t put up with my idiosyncrasies.
Come to think of it, I’ve got quite a lot of those. Idiosyncrasies, I mean. People tend to either find them cute or obnoxious.
There are touchy subjects with me that you can’t even lightly skip over, including but not limited to adoption/abortion, homosexual rights, American Idol, religion and MySpace. Don’t even bring them up – all you’ll receive in return is a rant.
I can’t stand blood of any kind. It makes me nauseated.
I have a horrible memory for trivial details about other people’s lives (but if you ask me to recite Pi I know the first thirty numbers). Imagine that – people don’t find it attractive when I can’t remember their names.
I don’t understand teenagers at all. We do some of the stupidest things.
Nobody understands my remarks because they don’t listen to my kind of music, watch my kind of television or read my kind of books.
I’m not a very funny person, unless you enjoy obscure references to people you’ve never heard of at the least appropriate times.
People tend to see me as old fashioned, arrogant and more than a little bit cocky. I tend to agree, because I’m always right.
I see other people as ignoramuses who don’t know what they’re talking about.
I’m not a very good conversationalist, either, so if you’d like to talk to me make sure you’re ready to repeat things over and over again – I get distracted easily when I don’t care about what you have to say.
All in all I’d make a very good lawyer, which is what I aspire to be. And once I’m rich and famous, having retired with my trophy wife, I shall write the best work of fiction that the Post-Modernism society has ever read. The last thing I remember is: I haven’t really lived that much, seeing as I’m a teenager.
My personality, and basically everything about me, derives from the goals of my parents.
Not my real parents mind you, but my adoptive parents. I harbor no desire to meet the assholes that didn’t want me.
Their mistake, my gain.
Anyways.
Mother is an accountant, Dad a surgeon. They bring home the bread. We’ve got a stable income, food on our plates, a place to lay our heads at night.
We live in an upper-middle class house in a well-kept suburban neighborhood. We’ve got some cats, a golden retriever, fish and several hermit crabs. I’ve got a seven-year-old sister and a Game Cube.
What more is there? I'm attracted to: Breasts. Sorry, guys. Try to hide your disappointment.
I regard Freddie Mercury and David Bowie with the utmost respect and adoration, but I just don’t find myself attracted to their lower halves. I'm so into: Give me a girl with:
Intelligence, flair, charm, quirky wit. Goals and stability. Well-placed sarcasm, inside jokes. Biology skills and the ability to form coherent sentences. A girl with eclectic taste in music and a deep appreciation for literature both classic and modern.
It also helps if she has a nice a**.
Nuns and skanks prohibited.
Apply within. Call me: Dominic. Or Dom, but only if I say you’re allowed to refer to me as Dom. I don’t use my last name at all, because it isn’t my real last name, and I don’t use my middle name (Xavier) either. I hang with: More often than not it’s Me all by my lonesome, chillin’ with a faded copy of Don Quixote, Sudoku and over-the-ear headphones.
I’ve got some home dogs, word, but if you can’t be happy without your Hos by your side then how can you be happy alone?
A’ight?Schedule: AP Psychology ('cause everybody wants to know what you're thinking)
Journalism/Write to Publish (alternate every other day)
Algebra III Honors (x=(-b/2a) +- √(b^2-4ac/2a))
Chemistry Honors (damn college wants four years of Science)
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