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Tuesday, November 14, 2000
11:07 a.m.
Wow, I'm moving up in the world pretty quick. My dear friend
Vicky has made me vice president/second-in-command/whatever of RDR. She took over the site a few months ago, and it just got productive again. Check it out when you get a few minutes, if you want your page reviewed, or both.
Rainy Day Reviews
Saturday, November 4, 2000
11:00 p.m.
Well, it's official.
I am a full time site reviewer.
I got my first assignments today, and it took me a little while to get it right, but I did it. If I review you, and give you a bad score, well, what can I say.. I was honest.
Farewell,
-Zeph
Rainy Day Reviews
Thursday, October 5, 2000
08:57 p.m.
For the past 2 months, I didn't have internet access.
I was using a friend's ISP account before, and the password got changed. No biggie, though. It gave me a lot of time to think, and wander, and ponder. For the most part, I wandered aimlessly about while I made some very startling discoveries about myself.
1. To some extent, I have psychic abilities.
For the most part, premonission. (I'll explain in a bit)
I can also feel the mental pain and anguish of others.
2. For the sake of my family and my own personal wellbeing, I need to secure a job. (that one was almost a given, but I realize it now more than ever.
Finally, and most importantly..
3. The love that I have felt for others in the past is not that of lovers. It is that of dear friends who will most likely stay friends for a very long time.
Aah, yes, about the premonissions.
Well, for the past few weeks, I've picked out winning lottery tickets on the first pick. I've done it 3 times. It has to be the $1 ones, though, because the ones that cost more have an evil vibe about them, and that distorts my perception.
Also, for the past 3 years, I have known whether or not my mom would get pulled over when we go for a drive. (recreational or otherwise) See, she hadn't gotten the car inspected, because we couldn't afford a new car. It slips my mind to this day why we could never handle it, but ah well.
Farewll, reader, and be well,
DAP
P.S. - I wrote the below entry about 2 weeks ago.
(Saturday, September 23, 2000 at 9:07 AM to be exact)
Thursday, October 5, 2000
08:55 p.m.
Never have I had such a vivid dream about places that I know and people that I care dearly for as I did this morning. The thick smell of hot ham and cheese sandwiches (with no mustard or mayo or miracle whip :P) while I walk through the cafeteria, the sights, and the sounds were all there. Emily Johnston was there, as was Lawson Doyle. I remember interacting with a few people, but the scene with Melinda Guptill is the one that sticks out most vividly in my mind. We passed each other in the hall during locker break, and I asked her for a hug as I used to when I was still in school. She nodded, we hugged, and then I kissed her jawbone. She looked a bit concerned, and asked, “Wait, how about this: You say hello, I say hello, you ask if you can kiss me, then I say yes or no?”
I nodded.
--Then I woke up—
Gods, it’s so difficult not being there. I mean, those were the only local friends I had, and now that I don’t see them or even talk to them anymore, it’s been hell trying to go through life happily. I have to wonder, though, why in the world I would be given this dream. Maybe it’s time I go back for a visit. I intend to ask mom if she can drop me off before going to work on Monday. I mean hell, it really can’t hurt to go back for a day. It’ll give me a chance to set up an appointment for Adult Ed (Blah) and a chance to catch up with everyone, see who died, and who got knocked up. Gods, hopefully noone died. That would be horrid. I don’t know if I could handle having someone die. Then again, hopefully noone got knocked up. That would be pretty bad, too. The only reason I would have to not go back would be Coleta. The annoying rumor spreader. But, well, she’s not there anymore, due to her timely decision to drop out of day school, and start Adult Ed. I agree, somewhat like my current situation, but not quite. It wasn’t my decision to leave. It was the school’s. Anyway, I’m gonna go play “Zelda: Ocarina of Time” now. (Doesn’t look quite right with quotes, Later.
-DAP
Friday, July 21, 2000
10:54 p.m.
Well, another boring day in the life of Dalten Allen Peabody.. My niece is kinda living in between two homes, and my home is one of them. My brother lives here.
Anyway, my mom and I brought her to her mom's house, and dropped off my brother's lunch. Heehee, I make him lunch pretty darn close to every time he goes to work. I've missed it twice in the past month. Anyway, enough tangents. After we brought him his two ham and cheese sandwiches, we came back home, and as usual, I logged on to the 'net. Didn't do much, though, except chat in a few rooms at YahooChat. *sighs* I beg of you. Anyone who has something they'd be willing to pay me to do that involves the internet, I'll do it. I love the internet and computers, but I can't seem to get a job. (even at McDonald's!)
Well, that's all for today. Be well.
Monday, July 17, 2000
09:38 p.m.
My life:
Well, it started around 1AM the morning of December 16, 1981. I was named for a fairly distant relative. If I know you well and trust you, you probably already know my given name, but here I will remain Dalten Allen Peabody. Oh yeah, I got Dalten from a word scramble for dental, and Peabody from a dear friend, and Allen was just an imagination-type thing. (sounded good, I guess) But before that, in the summer of 1990, I was molested over the course of about 2 summertime months. That group of instances drastically changed me. After that, we moved from one part of the town to another. When we moved, we moved into a much less populous area, and as a result, I couldn't hang out with my friends without driving 20 miles, so I pretty much kept to myself at school. (causing my claustrophobia) Yeah, so anyway, I coped with food. (big mistake) I entered high school in 1996, and was overwhelmed by the crowds. There were so many friendly people, and so much killer stuff to do. *sighs*
My life was again struck hard (in a good way) and forever changed near March of my freshman year when I met my best friend, and "part-time lover". (we'll just refer to her here as Courtney) If I remember correctly, I emailed her a simple, "I really like your name." We were together as a couple for about 7 months, then of and on for a few more months then we decided to keep it as "friends with benefits", and have stayed that way since. As our friendship evolved, I began to notice something odd about myself. I realized that I was bisexual. I told everyone. (got my a reputation with the jocks as being a "flaming faggot", but hey, let their tiny brains think as they wish.
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