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Name: Zachary
Location: Canton, Ohio, United States
Birthday: 10/25/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: I like to jam out with whomever I can, as often as I can. I still have a taste for video games and light novels, but I just really enjoy taking life as it comes and savoring its many treasures.
Expertise: Audio Production
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
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AIM:  Getzen919
Member Since:
4/11/2005
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| What is it like to be in the presence of God when you go to heaven? Do all the dead humans meld into a single presence that is unexplainably close to God, allowing us to bask in his unfathomable glory with limitless wonderment for eternity? Would it be basically the same thing if we retained our individuality? Either way, it sounds like a heroin addicts idea. When you shoot up heroin, you experience euphoria and wonderment and don't expect anything of yourself until the heroin ride ends. I imagine that being with God in heaven is very much the same thing, except the train ride never stops. Horrifying. I don't want to sit around for eternity doing nothing, feeling completely fulfilled because of some outside element that claims to belong in me. I hope the next world is just as bad as this one. Maybe it will be as interesting. I think all of the good and beautiful in this world becomes indiscernible from gray nothingness without the bad and ugly to back it up. I'd rather suffer and grow and share and discover than slobber on God's cock and love it forever. | | |
| The most important things I was taught that they expected me to learn and remember: science, math, history, english.. These were all taught to me when I was young and naive and uninterested. They gave me passing grades and pushed me along while I continued to not care, and remained unappreciative. How were those practices supposed to stick with me? How were they to stay with me after the fourth grade, especially being a fourth grader like me? How would I remember, without a thirst for knowledge or a passion for the fields I was opened up to? They ought to keep checking up on our retention of subjects and material like that, but they don't. I would re-teach myself everything through the 8th grade, but I'm afraid that I don't have the training. Nor do I have the patience or the time to take those classes again, and definitely not with classmates like the ones I grew up with. I hate kids. I was a terrible one. | | |
| The world can be either beautiful or awful to us at any given time. The world does not strive to maintain either of these traits, but simply holds tight to each quality as it is bursting with both of them. I'd say that the world we perceive is a healthy balance of both (as much as it can when you consider that the actual planet, in spirit or otherwise, is decidedly neutral), yet we rarely recognize them both in equal amounts at any given time. Sometimes we are joyful beyond our need. We are so very happy and amazed with one thing or another that we forget about all of the tragedies which never discontinue. They rage on, replete with suffering and fueled by an endless supply of shameful selfishness. Sometimes we are wrought with sorrow and despair, and we recognize the many tragedies of the world. It is in these times that we forget about all of the beauty and the potential for wonderment that exist just beyond us, never diminishing. If we are not too joyful or emotionally injured to ignore our propensity for creativity and activism, then we are too indifferent while being consumed by a sense of "blah". | | |
| I think it's fascinating that we (me, my enemies, friends, and strangers) have been cast into this existence of bouncing and fighting atoms, molecules, ect.. I think it's incredible how many options we have as to overseeing these interactions, creating explosions, experiments, love, and elevator muzak. I have an interest in how humans use alcoholic beverages, but I have a good deal of trouble being amazed at the act of overloading one's self with the stuff. I guess I will never understand the merits of getting stupid drunk as long as I refuse to ever do it myself.
I don't care who the person is, I've always liked them less after they get past that certain point on the drink. I think that alcohol has many uses, especially among its breadth of doses (entertainment wise and functionally). Still, I don't see how getting stupidly, sloppily, embarrassingly, uncontrollably drunk will ever be fun enough to pay off in the end. This is especially true when I see people make a habit out of it, and also get blackout drunk like I see happen so frequently. What's the point of having fun if you can't remember it?
I'm a bad enough person as it is, I don't need any less inhibitions when I barely have enough keeping me in line. I am totally frightened by the idea that an out of control Zach might say all the things that I can think of or even do whatever I please without me remembering the next day. And if I remember, it might as well be just as bad. Also, if I'm not just a danger to myself in the world, I'm a danger to myself inside my body. I love my liver the way it is, I like being able to process water in my kidneys, and I like not choking on my puke, or really just not puking at all.
I find it completely possible to have plenty of fun in social situations where I don't follow the rituals of everyone there. There are others who know this to be true, other people who can abstain or drink to a limit, people who understand me when I say "drinking just to drink" is not a good way to do it. I don't like it when people make a night out of "getting drunk tonight!" I don't think that schwasted is ever a good goal. With this in mind, I think it's fine if people get slammered every once in a while. It's O.K. to make exceptions, but it should BE and exception and NOT a habit. It shouldn't be O.K. to do whenever, and if I had it my way people wouldn't do it at all.
I don't mind if people want to get a little bit drunk all the time. A little is good for you, and it's nice to unwind and hold a drink in the evenings. Just as long as I can still get a flavor of who the people I love really are, and not just taste the alcohol on their breath. | | |
| Let me start by saying that I'd suck the president's dick. I'd take whatever load his big black meat-stick could dish out.
Now let me tell you a little bit about being the Bryan Hall Kitchen Club President.
The kitchen is accessible only by becoming a member for a five dollar quarterly fee. After paying your fee you get a kitchen key and unlimited access. You have to attend five hall council meetings a quarter, and do your part to keep the kitchen clean. I use the money to buy soap, rags, foil, pam, and other things among replacement appliances. I get to organize activities for the kitchen, and ensure that it is properly maintained. I also get to speak in front of everyone once a week, which is fun for me because I'm a jackass and I love free-form speech writing/addressing the public.
I just got back from buying the denizens of my kitchen club a new toaster. It's a Hamilton Beach Toastation and it's fucking sweet. I'll tell you what, though, getting excited about toasters is one of the few perks of being kitchen club president (albeit a grand one). Since my inauguration, I have run into many troubles. People do not sign into the kitchen like they are supposed to, keep it clean, or EVER e-mail me or put suggestions in the suggestion box. Many do not come to meetings, and I'm finding out more and more that most of the club members hardly use the kitchen. There are a couple responsible people that need it and use it regularly, and a couple that use it regularly without signing in and make unforgivable messes. I hate to say that the miniscule amount of power that I have received has gone to my head. I've had to write angry e-mail and threaten to take peoples keys away (with the approval and encouragement of our resident director, of course). My e-mails did not have to be angry, and they were never out of line, but I feel like there are much better ways that I could have handled things.
In short, being president is fucking tough. Think about this.. I only have to supervise about twenty lazy college students. The U.S. President, our Commander and Chief, has to oversee 300 million ignorant, demanding fucks. If I ever run into the president, current or future, I will offer him/her head. I know that at any given time, the person in charge could use it. I don't even care if our views on issues differ, I will let much of the blame for any discrepancies fall under the fact that being president is really really tough. If it can help the president relax and feel good, I will do it for America. | | |
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