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Name: Jeremy Location: Chesapeake, Virginia, United States Gender: Male
Interests: Former Pro-Wrestler, singing opera, composing music in the classical style, creating web sites and other useful things for computers. Expertise: Music Theory, Music Composition, Conducting, Classical Vocal Arts, Free-Style Mat and Lucha-Libre Wrestling, Wrestling EFED Owner and Webmaster, Sound and Lights Designer, Occupation: Student Industry: Other
Message: message me AIM: Jeremycookie ICQ: 256530432 Yahoo: FadingGlimpseOfSanity
Member Since:
1/24/2004
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| Yeah, I'm back peeps. Had to take a little hiatus just to get away from the computer, but we know that that never really happens. I hate work, I hate school, and I hate alot of things that are going on, none of which are really within my control. But who cares? On with life, I guess...
WARNING: Being Near Me Could Be Hazardous To Your Health
So today was a terrible day for me. I woke up sick as a dog, got a little better as the day progressed, and then Fischer decided to pull me in for a coaching. And Oh My God I was horrible. Normally when I'm sick I can sing just fine. Today was an exception., and it just really pissed me off. Fischer had to pull me aside and tell me to calm down and not get overworked. I was going to say something to him, but I decided against it as I would have to risk my ass for the remark that I had in mind. I went to the orchestra rehearsal tonight, and got so many things wrong. After the finale of Act One, I went storming out of the room, pissed as hell, and I just exploded into curse words and just started punching brick walls I was so mad at myself. Fischer eventually calmed me down, but not before I let out a few final curse words. So, if I get in one of these moments, don't get close to brick walls...
7 Valentine's Day Rejections and Counting...
Yeah, so Katelyn said no. Oh well... and life moves on...
$20 + A Physical = Whoo-hoo!
Yeah, nice math equation, eh? That's all I need to get my wrestling license for the Commonwealth of Virginia. That gives you a better reason to stay away from me.
Anyway, I'm tired damn it. This is The Dragon, Jeremy Christian, singing off, hoping your IQ just dropped as much as mine just did! | | |
| Hacking Taken to a Lower Level
Yeah, so there is this wrestling business simulator game from the United Kingdom (Britsh baby!) that I really like to play, and the fact that I've beaten it 13 times is proof of it. So, I decided to start fresh, with all companies having no wrestlers, and the game itself have no wrestlers. So, how do I win in a world with no wrestlers? I create them with my Training Camp, which only produces about 10 wrestlers a year with the number of trainers I have. So, I decide to hack one of the files and now I'm getting that amount every month, and I'm beating the crap out of my competition! Yeah! Damn, I'm really boring...
Snow? WTF?
Yeah, it snowed early this morning... that's all I've got...
I F*cking Hate Red-Necks!
Yeah, so that basically covers my two younger brothers. I mean, I'm out-numbered considering I'm the only one in the family who listens to heavy metal, or in other words, doesn't listen to country music. My brothers (save Jeff, he's cool) act like the stupidest set of dumb shits to ever come out of the South. My brother Josh (stupid wannabe redneck) was talking about his friends playing Fox-hunting (a stupid redneck game) and the story was so fucking stupid, but for some reason he thought it was funny. I asked him what was wrong with a good old fashioned game of tag or Manhunt, and he told me to fuck off. Oh well, as long as his ass remembers that he was born to Damn Yankees! I'm glad I'm graduating. 6 months and I won't have to put up with this shit anymore!
Triple H + World Heavyweight Championship + 10th Time = WWE's Biggest Mistake
So last weekend, the WWE creative team (do you get the sarcasm there?) has given Triple H his 10th World Title reign, but this is his 5th in 3 years, for the majority of which he was champion. I think it's time for WWE to realize that the reason why their TV ratings and PPV buyrates are low is because they continue to shove Triple H down our throats. WWE just doesn't have a good product anymore. I'm about to beg Mom to get us cable (I'm cable-deprived, big deal!) just so I can watch NWA:TNA on Fox Sports, as they have a much better show.
Anyway, this is the Dragon, Jeremy Christian, signing off, hoping your IQ just dropped as much as mine just did! | | |
| The Dragon takes flight Monday... prepare for the worst... | | |
| Spandex and Masks: Should I Return to Wrestling?
I've given it a little thinking over the past few weeks over this subject of risking my health to earn money, get famous, and do the one thing that I'm good at: entertaining crowds. I mean, it has always been a love of mine, and sitting at home watching people do the thing that I love to do while I'm not able to has really started to piss me off. So, I found several wrestling schools that are close to the colleges that I'm looking at, so I'll be looking into those pretty soon after going to college. Tell me what you think about this and maybe I'll give it a listen... And no, I don't wrestle in spandex, but I have been under a mask!!!
A Moment With Donald Trump
Donald Trump: *Jeremy puts on his Donald Trump voice* Hello everybody, this is the Donald, hoping that you all will enjoy a happy healthy, Trump New Year: the most classiest, luxurious, fanciest year of them all, with each month engraved on golden leaf. I would also like to announce that I have purchased the year 2005, and have renamed it Trump-Thousand-and Five: the most classiest, luxurious, fanciest year of them all. And to those who didn't get Jeremy's message before about getting out of his off: You're fired.
Thank you Donald Trump. I'll have more impersonations later, but as for now, this is Jeremy Christian signing off hoping your IQ jst dropped as much as mine did! | | |
| 2004: A Year of Tainted Memories
At the beginning of 2004, we saw one of the music industry's biggest blunder at the Super Bowl: the hiring of Justin Timberlake to do a televised show. The stress must have gotten to him, as he accidentily revealed Janet Jackson's breast. And it wasn't even a breast! In a man's mind, it doesn't register as "breast" unless you see nipple. Without nipple, no breast. It just becomes a naked shoulder that happens to be in the wrong place.
We also this past year said goodbye to three of television's biggest shows; Fraiser, Friends, and Sex in the City. Because of the loss of their two top shows, NBC had to change their slogan from "Must Watch TV" to "Watch Us, PLEASE!!!" After the debut of The Apprentice, they quickly changed it again to "We're screwed."
Speaking of the devil, Donald Trump had some of his casinos go out of business. When asked about the unemployment caused by it, he said that "this is no regular unemployment, it's a Trump unemployment: the most classiest, fanciest, most luxurious unemployment one can imagine."
Martha Stuart was found guilty of whatever she was found guilty of. She got her first phone call in jail in October, the bad news was that it was from Bill O'Reilly.
George Bush gets re-elected, but for you Democratic reader, he just got elected for the first time.
Ken Jennings finally got defeated on Jeopardy on a question about H&R Block. How pathetic.
So, that's my year in review. See ya next year! This is Jeremy Christian, signing off, hoping your IQ just dropped as much as mine did... | | |
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