|Birthday:||November 1st 1989|
|Occupation:||Artistic / Creative|
|Education:||High school, Some college|
|Race/lineage:||White / Caucasian|
|Location:||United States, Montana, Anaconda/Missoula|
|Height:||5' 11" (180 cm)|
|Hair Color:||Dark Brown|
|Hair Style:||Ever Changing|
|Facial Hair:||Beard - short|
|Undies:||Briefs - Short Leg Boxer|
|Tattoo Info:||Coming soon. |
|Piercing Info:||Coming soon.|
|More Details:||I'm diving back into the online blogging fray.|
|Relationship Status:||Single - Never Married|
|Family Info:||I have a brother, a mother, and a father. And some pretty badass friends.|
|Astrological Sign:||Scorpio (Oct 24 - Nov 21)|
|Smoking:||No. But not bothered by it|
|Liquor:||Non-alcoholic beverages only|
|Your Home:||Live with parents|
|Biography/About:||I grew up in Montana, I'm currently attending U of M in Missoula. I love music, my band, my friends, and lots of other things.|
|Likes:||Music, Movies, friends, contemplating the female mind, Music, playing my bass guitar, writing, art.|
|Dislikes:||Liars and people that force opinions.|
|Interests:||Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll.|
|People/Heroes:||Chester Bennington, Cliff Burton, James Hetfield, Gerard Way, Ville Valo|
|Books:||Burger Wuss, Lord of the Rings, From the Inside : Linkin Park's Meteora|
|Authors:||Edgar Allen Poe, Stephen King|
|Music Genres:||Rock, Hard Rock, Metal, Heavy Metal, Nu-Metal, Death Metal, Black Metal, Punk, Pop Punk, Pretty much anything rock.|
|Bands/Artists:||Too many to name.|
|Albums/CDs:||I don't buy bad albums, so I like all of mine.|
|Songs:||Far too many to try and name here.|
|TV Shows:||Anything on Fuse, King of the Hill, M*A*S*H*|
|Movies:||Star Wars, Lord Of The Rings. I also kind of like The Notebook. No I'm not gay.|
|Actors:||Tom Hanks, Harrison Ford|
|Games:||D&D, Shadowrun, StarWars RPG, numerous computer games.|
|Sports:||I usually dislike sports, but if I had to pick one, I would say baseball to play and volleyball to watch.|
|Colors:||Midnight Black and Blood Red|
|Pets/Animals:||Tigers, Water puppies, and pigeons.|
|Cars/Motorcyles:||I'm not much of a motorhead, but I used to have a sweet 91 Ford Tempo, until it blew up. Now I have an even sweeter 96 Blazer.|
|Food:||I like to try new foods.|
|Drink:||Water. Not much of anything else anymore.|
|Quotes:||"In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.", "Emo!? That shit is for homos."|
|Position:||The one where I get cut up and bloody with a rusty razorblade, because lock-jaw gets my heart pumping.|
I know that this hasn't been updated lately (in fact, I think the last time was in September), and I'm more than sure that pretty much everyone who read this regularly has moved on to better things in the digital world. But I decided to post one last entry on this blog, regardless of how many people read it.
You see, it was my full intention to only keep this blog updated regularly (or not so regularly) during my high school years. I originally started this blog to post stupid little rants about stupid little things that have no acutal importance in the scheme of things. But I gradually...
This Is It, I'm Falling.
Basically, I have come to a conclusion for this school year: If there is one thing that I'm not gonna let happen, it's people pushing me. There is a nasty little problem in Anaconda that involves older people in the community (i.e., policemen, teachers, some business owners...) that feel that they can do and say whatever they want to teenagers in the community because they are older then them. And it's not things like, "James, could you carry these boxes down to the computer lab?". It's things like, "Mr. Burkhart, you'd better remove those things from your blog or I'm going to have...
My Heartbeat Fails
Sorry I don't update anymore. I mean, I know that I say I'm going to and I never do. It's just one of my many flaws of character.
Anyway, school starts again in a week or so. I don't want to go back. I stated in my previous entry why. But there are other reasons. I mean, I don't want my highschool years to be over this quickly. It seems like only a couple of weeks ago that me and my friends were getting yelled at for sitting in freshman hall and being potential fire hazards. I don't want this year to fly by blazingly fast, which I know it will. I want someone special to share this year with,...
I Won't Be the One, Be the One to Leave This In Pieces...
Well folks, the school year is almost over. Three more days until I'm free for three months. Three more days until I'm a senior in highschool. Three more days until I probably kill myself doing something stupid during the summer. THREE more days.
I know that I should be looking forward to the summer before my senior year, my last summer as an actual highschool student. I'm not though, I'm in fact dreading it. I couldn't want anything less. I know that as soon as summer comes, I'll be hanging out with my pals, rocking out with my band (we have lots of shows lined up), and just all around...