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Ronnie Truant

I heart cheese.

About Me


Um, first of all, I guess I should tell you (whoever the hell you are) that I’m a Homo sapiens. Yeah.
I'm also a die-hard Cubs fan. And yes, fo shizzle, this means that I cried during the 2003 playoffs. I was incapable of speech, in fact, for several hours after the notorious events of that dreadful game against the Marlins unfolded.
But besides that, I'm pretty easygoing, well, that is, if you ignore some of my OCD tendencies (e.g., I like to arrange and rearrange stuff in the fridge, in my closet, on my bookshelves, and on my walls—among other places—until the shit looks just right, and, too, I'm kind of a clean freak) and if you also ignore some other facets of my personality, such as the fact that I get frustrated easily with trivial things (like when I have to assemble an IKEA bookshelf, for instance [I just don’t understand why they can’t put some effin' words next to the effin' pictures], I often throw a tantrum or two) and shout obscenities at other drivers whenever I’m in my car. I guess I'm not very easygoing after all. Nevermind.
Then again, I am pretty easygoing in a lot of other ways: (1) I don’t get pissy if no one remembers my birthday; (2) I’m not one of those picky eaters that’s impossible to please (I even ate sea urchin once!); (3) I’m one of those peeps to whom you could say, “Ronnie, your goddamn head is on fire!” and I’d calmly go search for a bucket of water; and (4) I forgive easily (unless you happen to be one of the tools I’ve unfortunately had the displeasure of dating in the past couple of years, in which case it takes a bit of time or else the news that you’ve been run over by a bread delivery truck).
Let's see. Um, I respect all trashmen. They clear our unwanted refuse and put it some place where we can't see it anymore.
I'm a big fan of long parenthetical remarks (as if you didn’t notice this about me by now).
My bedroom is painted a shade of green called Mother Nature, and—even though I’m 31—I still have glow-in-the-dark stars hanging from my ceiling (and planets, too!). I have a phobia of bees (any insect, really, capable of both flight and stinging me), tornadoes (lived in the Texas panhandle for a year and a half when I was five and six), and hills so steep that you can't see what's in front of you. I still talk to my best friends from high school. My dog, Polygamous, and my cat, George, live with my mom in New Mexico, and it breaks my heart. I’m infatuated with beautiful mountains and the ocean. I like to sing all the time, even when I'm depressed or out loud when at the grocery store by myself.
The universe trips me out.
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My Interests

I used to wanna be an astronaut, but then I found out you have to be perfect for that. Then I wanted to be a writer, but I found out you have to actually write stuff. Now, I guess my interests include playing softball, singing karaoke, drinking beer (or wine, rum and diet, shots of tequila, etc., etc.), watching baseball, traveling (that's generic, though, I guess), finding new and creative ways to procrastinate, drinking beer, shooting pool, reading books that make me feel something, camping, boating, playing any kind of sport, and just enjoying the fact that I'm alive, yo! Oh, and I like to drink beer.

I'd like to meet:



Towelie!

Man, it'd also be really cool if I met Ryne Sandberg. Otherwise, I guess I'd just like to meet your standard sugar daddy, maybe a pimp or two so that I could ask 'em how to go about keeping my pimp hand strong. Really, though, I just like seeing what people are up to.

Oh, and for god's sake, don't try and add me if I don't know who the hell you are, especially if you've never even sent me a message. It slightly aggravates me. If I were the type of person who added people without discrimination, I'd have more than forty-some friends. I'm happy to talk to new peeps—I really am—but that's what the message function is for, man.

Music:

I'm not a snob, man. I like all kinds. A few of my favorites are Snow Patrol, old Weezer, Incubus, Death Cab for Cutie, Modest Mouse, Radiohead, Tom Petty, Sublime, Green Day, Fall Out Boy, Less Than Jake, Tori Amos, Blink 182, Nine Inch Nails, Matchbox 20 (see, told you I'm not a snob), No Doubt, Elliott Smith, James Taylor, old-school U2, and the list goes on.

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Movies:

I'm such a cinematic nimrod. I'm always the first one to be out in the movie game. One of my favorites, though, is I Heart Huckabee's. I also love What the Bleep Do We Know? and Wonder Boys (based on the book by Michael Chabon), which is about this old dude who's a writer and likes to smoke doobies (and I can identify with that last part—although the first part kind of floors me, yo). I also like Rush, which is about some cops who become heroin addicts for a little while. Oh, and I love Raising Arizona (the diaper theft part, pure genious). I'll try to think of more one of these days. (Yo is kind of a cool word. It sort of makes me happy.)

Television:

Haven't been watching a lot of the tube lately, but I do like Grey's Anatomy.

Update: Since graduation, instead of reading enlightening books and writing promising fiction, I've been watching too much of the tube! I'm drawn to pretty much any show featuring UFO mysteries. I also like Discovery Health Channel (Mystery Diagnosis is the shiznit). I like Intervention, too, which isn't surprising. Oh, and up there with Grey's Anatomy is Ugly Betty and South Park (can't believe I forgot to mention the latter in the first place). And lately I've been watching a lot of CSI Vegas. Mmmmm, Grissom.

Books:

Oh, man, there are so many that I can only list a few. All-time favorites: The Elegant Universe, Catch-22, House of Leaves, The Corrections, A Complete History of New Mexico, Wuthering Heights, The Grapes of Wrath, Crime and Punishment, The Sound and the Fury, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, White Noise, V., A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, The Great Gatsby, Love in the Time of Cholera, Lolita, A Farewell to Arms, and—finally—Ada, or Ardor.

Heroes:

Well, I used to adore Mr. T. Then he became religious. Mostly, I just liked how he pitied fools. Compassion is coolio. I don't pity fools, though. Maybe I should? Anyway, so I guess my new hero is Towelie.
You Were Very Naughty This Year!
Naughty, naughty! You've given Santa a broken heart. You probably won't get anything from Mr. Claus—except for a well deserved spanking, which you'll probably enjoy, you sicko!
Were You Naughty or Nice This Year?
You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer
Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you're from. And while you may have some problems being "normal," you'll have no problems writing sci-fi. Whether it's epic films, important novels, or vivid comics . . . your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world!
What Type of Writer Should You Be?
You Are 30% Left Brained, 70% Right Brained
The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.
The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.
Are You Right or Left Brained?
Your True Love Is an Aquarius
Why you'll love an Aquarius:
Independent yet devoted, you'll appreciate the unique approach to love Aquarius takes. You both see love as a bit of a game, and Aquarius will challenge you until you're completely hooked.
Why an Aquarius will love you:
You're secure enough to give Aquarius tons of space—even if it means separate interests and friends. You have the brains to keep Aquarius engaged and curious. And the passion to change the world together!
Um, I just wanna say, for the record, that I disagree with this. I like Leos.
What Sign Is Your True Love?
Your Life Path Number is 11
Your purpose in life is to inspire others. Your amazing energy draws people to you, and you give them great insight in return. You hold a great amount of power over others, without even trying. You have the makings of an inventor, artist, religious leader, or prophet. In love, you are sensitive and passionate. You connect with your partner on a very deep level. You have great abilities, but you are often way too critical of yourself. You don't fit in, and instead of celebrating your differences, you dwell on them. You have high expectations of yourself. But sometimes you set them too high and don't achieve anything.
What Is Your Life Path Number?
You Passed 8th Grade Science
Congratulations, you got 8/8 correct!
Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?
You Are Incredibly Logical
Move over Spock—you're the new master of logic. You think rationally, clearly, and quickly. A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer!
How Logical Are You?

My Blog

A Note to the Universe

So today I went to my seventh of ten alcohol classes that I have to attend as part of my punishment for getting a DUI. The lady who runs the class asked us to think of all the negative things we had b...
Posted by Ronnie Truant on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 01:28:00 PST

It Rains Sulphuric Acid on Venus. An Umbrella Won't Help.

Today Andi told me to keep my chin up, but as some of you may know, there is a high probability that my chin might take a trip south. My chin said to me just the other day, "Listen, bitch: ...
Posted by Ronnie Truant on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 02:22:00 PST

What I Did Today!

So I graduated, right? Yeah, I actually completed my thesis and passed my defense and even received some really positive feedback, encouragement, and validation (finally, for god[in the metaphorical s...
Posted by Ronnie Truant on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 10:09:00 PST

Warning: Although Brief, What Follows Is a Love Story

This isn't your typical boy meets girl. Not at all. For this boy and girl were special. No, they did not ride the short bus. Not that kind of special. Or at least a variant of that type of special. Se...
Posted by Ronnie Truant on Sat, 30 Dec 2006 03:18:00 PST

I'm In Love . . .

  With the Urban Dictionary, yo!   Oh, man, here it is, two in the morning. I haven't had decent sleep in days (been trying to coax the "old man" out to finish my thesis), a...
Posted by Ronnie Truant on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 01:17:00 PST

That Weird Feeling

Ever have that weird feeling about someone you think you know? That weird feeling that makes your stomach sort of sick? The feeling that you're being lied to? The feeling that you are not being t...
Posted by Ronnie Truant on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 01:38:00 PST

An Operation of Crushing Weight

I see that one way or another I keep circling around the idea of an interdependence between the unwritten word and the book I should write. This is why writing presents itself to me as an operation of...
Posted by Ronnie Truant on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 04:06:00 PST

Dear Michael . . .

My dearest Michael, Did you know that I kind of hate you? Well, listen here. I do! There are perhaps a million reasons why, and I find that I need to list at least a few of them. It won't make me fee...
Posted by Ronnie Truant on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 01:36:00 PST

Trying Not to Have Insomnia (or Plan B)

I've had trouble sleeping lately. This usually happens to me when I'm stressed out or sad. I happen to be a bit of both right now. No matter. What does matter is that there are a million producti...
Posted by Ronnie Truant on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 03:20:00 PST

The Day Before My Thirty-Godforsaken-First Birthday

I should be writing that article for Sachiyo. I told her I'd have it done by the time she got to work, which will be in about six and a half hours. But Andi, my roommate, told me that I have to create...
Posted by Ronnie Truant on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 01:33:00 PST