I'm Amythe.
I'm also Chris.
And I'm a genius. Mensa approves.
I've been on Gaia longer than you, I would assume.
My fourth Gaiaversary was September 24th.
I'm a musician. My latest obsession is the flute.
My flute's name is Kain.
He's really dark. I love him.
My best friend is Kristen. She lives in Illinois.
Nowheresville, Illinois.
Like, this town she lives in is smaller than Gibraltar.
Damn, that's ******** small.
In fact, it's probably smaller than the Rock of Gibraltar.
Damn, that's really ******** small.
I'm 18, and I go to Florida International.
It's in Miami.
No hablo espanol con puntas.
Though I'm taking French next semester. That will be fun.
I'm majoring in Philosophy and Math, so I can do nothing with my life.
My favorite bands are Joanna Newsom and Agalloch.
My favorite song is by Battle of Mice.
My favorite genre of music is post-rock.
My favorite author is Chuck Palahniuk.
My favorite book is Diary.
My favorite movie is The Tracey Fragments.
My favorite artfilm is Waking Life.
My favorite drug film is Spun.
...
Though I've yet to see Requiem for a Dream.
I ******** love Andrew Lloyd Webber.
...
Though I've yet to see CATS.
I live in a dorm.
It's really cool.
My roomates are cool.
My life is cool.
I hate my life.
My life is cool.
I'm single.
But I have problems.
Many problems.
I have manic depression and no self-worth.
The minute I'm no longer needed by the people around me, I'll probably kill myself.
But I had a bad experience with a psychologist once.
So I'm never going back.
I've been arrested.
It was a ******** stupid charge.
It was a ******** stupid jail cell.
It was a ******** stupid night.
It was a ******** stupid reason.
It was a ******** stupid lawyer.
It was a ******** stupid law.
It was a ******** stupid judge.
The charge was Lewd and Lascivious Molestation on a Minor, because my ex-girlfriend's father wanted to ruin my life when I was 17.
The charges were dropped by the state after four months of spending time in the legal system.
I was on house arrest for a week.
It sucks more than you think.
Don't say you're sorry, because you're not.
Don't say it's dumb, because I know it was.
Don't mention it. It's not worth my time.
You're not worth my time.
If you are, please talk to me.
I wear a dog collar.
Here is an example:
.
I also wear different colored shoelaces.
I have about thirty four pairs, all different.
I change my shoelaces about five times a week.
My friends are ashamed of me when they see the same laces twice in a row.
I'm a composer.
I'm very good.
I've written over three hundred songs, and I can hum them all to you.
Every one of them.
Which is good, considering I just lost all three hundred of them due to a computer malfunction.
I'm a computer technician.
Certified and everything.
But that doesn't make me a nerd.
The fact that I play the flute makes me a nerd.
Please don't forget this.
Are you bored yet?
I would be.
I'm 5'11 and I weigh 146 lbs.
It's a pretty dangerous lifestyle I'm living.
I cut.
I skip meals.
I like pain.
******** you.
I started writing this as Beethoven's 9th came on.
And it just finished.
I've been writing for like an hour.
I need a story to write a book about.
Anyone wanna co-author a book with me?
Me, Chris, Amythe, the 18 year old flautist from Florida.
I'm good at ultimate frisbee, football, bowling, and table tennis.
And pretty much anything I want to be good at it.
I have the ability to do whatever the ******** I want.
I was a math genius through 10th grade before I decided I wanted to be a music genius.
So now I'm a music genius.
Now I want to be good at writing.
So here we go, here we go...
Here we go, again.
Classes I'm taking this semester:
English 1
Macroeconomics
Comparative Politics
First-year experience
The Idea of Origins
Classes I'm taking next semester
French 1
English 2
Intro to Logic
Calculus 2
Symphony Band
Public Speaking
Leadership
The Origin of Ideas
24 credits?
s**t. I should drop something.
I might just drop public speaking.
Yeah, I'll do that.
Okay, 21 credits. Still a lot, but very manageable.
Manageable? That looks so weird.
Shouldn't it be managable?
Or something.
Nope. It's manageable.
Kind of like "Seperate"
It's not seperate, it's separate.
But I'm so ******** used to spelling it like seperate that spelling it any other way would be ridiculous for me.
Oh well. I'm just hard.
Wow. you're still reading this?
I commend you.
If you've made it this far, please comment me.
Wouldn't it be a waste of your time if you don't?
It's Tuesday, October 21st, 2008.
It's 5:40 PM.
Tomorrow, I have a quiz on chapter nine in Macroeconomics.
We've had a quiz every week on every chapter.
I have an A in that class.
In fact, I have an A in every ******** class.
I'm so proud of myself.
But we'll find out, because the next day.
Thursday,
Thursday October 23rd, 2008,
I have a midterm in my Comparative Politics class.
A midterm where I need to know what effect Mitterrand had on the decline of the French Communist party.
A midterm where I need to know why the United Kingdom hasn't adopted the Euro yet.
A midterm where I need to understand the difference between France's fifth republic semi-presidential system and France's earlier governmental systems, and why this one works and the others don't.
A midterm where I need to understand what kind of party system a single-member district plurality electoral system leads to.
And a midterm where I need to know what the ******** the Green Party does in France, The UK, and the United States.
********!
Wish me luck.
I know, if I can pass that exam
I can get straight A's in this semester.
My first semester of college.
I'm going to go study.
And by study, I mean go post.
Since this is hella ******** long.
And I doubt anyone will read it all.
But if you do, and you get to this part,
Send me a PM.
I'd like to hear from people, it's nice.
-------------------------------------
I curse like a sailor.
It's the 24th. Friday.
The test was much easier than I had thought.
-------------------------------------
I went home for Thanksgiving.
It's Monday. December 1st.
I dyed my hair.
I also pierced my ear.
I love the way they look.
--------------------------------------
I finished my first semester.
It's Friday, December 12th.
If you haven't noticed, there are links in the lines above this.
You should click on them, they're pretty sexy.
I go home tomorrow. Four hour ride ahead of me.
Joy.
I miss being held.
I miss being kissed.
I miss being missed.
I wish I had a girl to bring home for Christmas.
I've never had that kind of happiness.
And boy do I miss it.
It's the middle of December
And I'm still in Miami.
The temperature?
62°F
Current: Mostly Cloudy
Wind: N at 18 mph
Humidity: 60%.
A cold front just came through here.
It rained yesterday.
And it's freezing today.
I like being complimented.
Like, a lot.
It makes me feel special.
I have beautiful wrists.
I'm double jointed, so any artist would love my wrists.
They're different.
At least, if you look at them from my fore-side.
Look at where the veins are, and you'll see scars.
Unfortunately.
I'm also Chris.
And I'm a genius. Mensa approves.
I've been on Gaia longer than you, I would assume.
My fourth Gaiaversary was September 24th.
I'm a musician. My latest obsession is the flute.
My flute's name is Kain.
He's really dark. I love him.
My best friend is Kristen. She lives in Illinois.
Nowheresville, Illinois.
Like, this town she lives in is smaller than Gibraltar.
Damn, that's ******** small.
In fact, it's probably smaller than the Rock of Gibraltar.
Damn, that's really ******** small.
I'm 18, and I go to Florida International.
It's in Miami.
No hablo espanol con puntas.
Though I'm taking French next semester. That will be fun.
I'm majoring in Philosophy and Math, so I can do nothing with my life.
My favorite bands are Joanna Newsom and Agalloch.
My favorite song is by Battle of Mice.
My favorite genre of music is post-rock.
My favorite author is Chuck Palahniuk.
My favorite book is Diary.
My favorite movie is The Tracey Fragments.
My favorite artfilm is Waking Life.
My favorite drug film is Spun.
...
Though I've yet to see Requiem for a Dream.
I ******** love Andrew Lloyd Webber.
...
Though I've yet to see CATS.
I live in a dorm.
It's really cool.
My roomates are cool.
My life is cool.
I hate my life.
My life is cool.
I'm single.
But I have problems.
Many problems.
I have manic depression and no self-worth.
The minute I'm no longer needed by the people around me, I'll probably kill myself.
But I had a bad experience with a psychologist once.
So I'm never going back.
I've been arrested.
It was a ******** stupid charge.
It was a ******** stupid jail cell.
It was a ******** stupid night.
It was a ******** stupid reason.
It was a ******** stupid lawyer.
It was a ******** stupid law.
It was a ******** stupid judge.
The charge was Lewd and Lascivious Molestation on a Minor, because my ex-girlfriend's father wanted to ruin my life when I was 17.
The charges were dropped by the state after four months of spending time in the legal system.
I was on house arrest for a week.
It sucks more than you think.
Don't say you're sorry, because you're not.
Don't say it's dumb, because I know it was.
Don't mention it. It's not worth my time.
You're not worth my time.
If you are, please talk to me.
I wear a dog collar.
Here is an example:
.
I also wear different colored shoelaces.
I have about thirty four pairs, all different.
I change my shoelaces about five times a week.
My friends are ashamed of me when they see the same laces twice in a row.
I'm a composer.
I'm very good.
I've written over three hundred songs, and I can hum them all to you.
Every one of them.
Which is good, considering I just lost all three hundred of them due to a computer malfunction.
I'm a computer technician.
Certified and everything.
But that doesn't make me a nerd.
The fact that I play the flute makes me a nerd.
Please don't forget this.
Are you bored yet?
I would be.
I'm 5'11 and I weigh 146 lbs.
It's a pretty dangerous lifestyle I'm living.
I cut.
I skip meals.
I like pain.
******** you.
I started writing this as Beethoven's 9th came on.
And it just finished.
I've been writing for like an hour.
I need a story to write a book about.
Anyone wanna co-author a book with me?
Me, Chris, Amythe, the 18 year old flautist from Florida.
I'm good at ultimate frisbee, football, bowling, and table tennis.
And pretty much anything I want to be good at it.
I have the ability to do whatever the ******** I want.
I was a math genius through 10th grade before I decided I wanted to be a music genius.
So now I'm a music genius.
Now I want to be good at writing.
So here we go, here we go...
Here we go, again.
Classes I'm taking this semester:
English 1
Macroeconomics
Comparative Politics
First-year experience
The Idea of Origins
Classes I'm taking next semester
French 1
English 2
Intro to Logic
Calculus 2
Symphony Band
Public Speaking
Leadership
The Origin of Ideas
24 credits?
s**t. I should drop something.
I might just drop public speaking.
Yeah, I'll do that.
Okay, 21 credits. Still a lot, but very manageable.
Manageable? That looks so weird.
Shouldn't it be managable?
Or something.
Nope. It's manageable.
Kind of like "Seperate"
It's not seperate, it's separate.
But I'm so ******** used to spelling it like seperate that spelling it any other way would be ridiculous for me.
Oh well. I'm just hard.
Wow. you're still reading this?
I commend you.
If you've made it this far, please comment me.
Wouldn't it be a waste of your time if you don't?
It's Tuesday, October 21st, 2008.
It's 5:40 PM.
Tomorrow, I have a quiz on chapter nine in Macroeconomics.
We've had a quiz every week on every chapter.
I have an A in that class.
In fact, I have an A in every ******** class.
I'm so proud of myself.
But we'll find out, because the next day.
Thursday,
Thursday October 23rd, 2008,
I have a midterm in my Comparative Politics class.
A midterm where I need to know what effect Mitterrand had on the decline of the French Communist party.
A midterm where I need to know why the United Kingdom hasn't adopted the Euro yet.
A midterm where I need to understand the difference between France's fifth republic semi-presidential system and France's earlier governmental systems, and why this one works and the others don't.
A midterm where I need to understand what kind of party system a single-member district plurality electoral system leads to.
And a midterm where I need to know what the ******** the Green Party does in France, The UK, and the United States.
********!
Wish me luck.
I know, if I can pass that exam
I can get straight A's in this semester.
My first semester of college.
I'm going to go study.
And by study, I mean go post.
Since this is hella ******** long.
And I doubt anyone will read it all.
But if you do, and you get to this part,
Send me a PM.
I'd like to hear from people, it's nice.
-------------------------------------
I curse like a sailor.
It's the 24th. Friday.
The test was much easier than I had thought.
-------------------------------------
I went home for Thanksgiving.
It's Monday. December 1st.
I dyed my hair.
I also pierced my ear.
I love the way they look.
--------------------------------------
I finished my first semester.
It's Friday, December 12th.
If you haven't noticed, there are links in the lines above this.
You should click on them, they're pretty sexy.
I go home tomorrow. Four hour ride ahead of me.
Joy.
I miss being held.
I miss being kissed.
I miss being missed.
I wish I had a girl to bring home for Christmas.
I've never had that kind of happiness.
And boy do I miss it.
It's the middle of December
And I'm still in Miami.
The temperature?
62°F
Current: Mostly Cloudy
Wind: N at 18 mph
Humidity: 60%.
A cold front just came through here.
It rained yesterday.
And it's freezing today.
I like being complimented.
Like, a lot.
It makes me feel special.
I have beautiful wrists.
I'm double jointed, so any artist would love my wrists.
They're different.
At least, if you look at them from my fore-side.
Look at where the veins are, and you'll see scars.
Unfortunately.
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