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Name: Andy
Country: United States
State: Kentucky
Metro: Ashland
Birthday: 8/10/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Violins and Electric Guitars are totally sweet. Hockey is cool, but doesn't really seem big here in KY. I like skiing and snowboardong too. The Final Fantasy series totally kicks, along with most all of SqareEnix's games. I want to race go-carts again, but there aren't any competitive go-cart leagues around here. I love music. I listen to anything but country, rap, and techno. (I make exceptions)
Expertise: BEING MYSELF, which includes (but not limited to:) playing music, guitar, racing GOOD go-carts, (30 mph and up) and skiing and snowboarding, and a few video games.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  AmmJam Marsh
MSN: ammjam@hotmail.com
ICQ:  205-877-474
Yahoo:  ammjamsst@yahoo.com
Jabber: AmmJam
Member Since:
5/11/2005
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| Holy crap. Xanga. A nice little flashback to my high school years. Anyhow, cool.
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| This is my KHE Tantra so far. I can't wait until it's done.
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| I dreamed that I was going to school on one of the last days of the year. I was in in the Fred Moore middle school building with all of my old Minnesotan classmates, but with Russell High School instructors. I also had 7 periods like at Russell instead of the block scheduling I had at Fred Moore and Anoka High, but each teacher had their own office instead of each teacher having a classroom of their own, which was like Anoka High School and college. (Sorry Ashland/Blazer, nothing was there in the dream for you.) I walked into Mrs. Dodd's class, but I went too early and wasn't supposed to be there until after the next period. I then went to Mr. Traina's class where he taught the history of Spain or something. I sat next to Russell Evenmo and there was this squirt bottle full of Windex there. I cleaned my desk and messed around with the bottle, squirting it all around. Mr. Traina says to the class that he used to operate this device (I forgot what it was) on the heater, but he uses it elsewhere because of the noise it made. He then says that he never shows movies in class but he would this time, and we had better no fall asleep. He puts on this movies about this Native American man who is wandering around this really tiny town. I squirt the bottle around throughout the movie, getting Windex all over and cleaning it back up with paper towels. This guy behind me is eating some kind on fruit and squirting me with it. Russell grabs the bottle and starts to squirt me with it. After the movie plays for a while, my hoodie is drenched in Windex. I squirted the Windex so much that it leaves huge blue stains on my desk. I try to whipe it up with paper towels frantically before Mr. Traina sees. Mr. Traina then jumps up and snatches the bottle away, not looking pleased with the mess we made.
We continue to watch the movie and over the course of the dream, I somehow become the main character in the movie. I am now this Native American wandering around this randomly tiny town. These guys then shove me in the back of this pickup truck and we speed off, no knowing where they are taking me. Scott Rowland is there with me in the truck also.
I ask, "I wonder wonder when this movie takes place."
Scott points to a sticker on the back of the truck that says it was made in 1959. The truck looked to me like no later than early 90's. I thought that the cars around me looked to be in the mid to late 90's. In the dream, I believed it was 1959. We attempt to jump out of the truck, but it was moving too fast. The truck stops at a stop sign at the bottom of this hill. We jump out. Now I'm not sure if who did it, or if he died on his own, but the truck driver somehow dies. As he's lying on the ground, we see there are these big heavy soccer nets where the frame is made of metal poles sitting in the street. We are afraid that the guy is going to come back to life and go after us, so we put the bottom of one the nets on top of his feet, and another on his neck or head, forming a cage. This also keeps him from getting up. For some reason, we leave salt and petter packets in there with him. (food service influence, maybe?) We walk away and the dream ends. my mom wakes me up, and says I was talking in me sleep.
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| I have not written a note in a really long time. It's about time. I
have not had time to this semester, but I'm making time now even though
I shouldn't and should be asleep. I just got back from riding around
and it's after 3 AM. I love riding in Berea at night because there is
no traffic whatsoever, unlike Minneapolis where there's always
something in the road. It's so calm and quiet here. Prospect street is
that road they paved recently. It feels so good to ride flat on it in
front of Boone Tavern. It's so nice and there are not any cars at
night. I also like that brick road over between Boone Tavern and its
parking lot. The brick is so smooth, but unfortunately not completely
flat and is small in surface area.
My favorite spot in the
daytime (and i guess, anytime) is the basketball court in the Alumni
Fields. Hardly anyone ever uses it, so it's like they made it just for
my bike and me. That is my ultimate hang-out spot now... alone. Doesn't
anyone else ride flat? I'm never giving up this sport just because it
isn't popular around here, but other riders would be nice. Won't
somebody come and join me so we could ride socially like in the city?
I
live in Prospect house this year, and have cleaned the downstairs
garage and the basement so I could ride there in the winter. I swept
and tried to mop, but the garage floor is just too dirty, and I still
get tons of dust on my tires. Before it gets too cold I'm going to get
a squeegee and flood all that stuff out of there. I replaced some of
the burned out incandescent light bulbs with energy saving 100 watt
fluorescents so I can see. Better sustainability, ya know. It's not the
best place to ride, for it is a tight squeeze in that one-car garage,
but sure a hell of a lot better than riding on the ice and snow where I
could slip and fall "attempting" to learn steamrollers and hang fives.
No new rolling tricks this winter...
Sleepy... good night
friends, colleagues, and all those who love to beat the motor with one
of the most efficient, fun, compact, two-wheeled vehicles ever
invented... props to all... good night.
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| http://www.youtube.com/v/kQPYKD4WGew
This is Mt. Top Removal. Not good stuff. Very destructive.
Anyways, just doing homework and too busy to be posting. That's why I have not updated in forever, but whatever, I shouldn't even be posting now I have a whole bunch of stuff to do.
CUtoo.
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