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Adam

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About Me

They say that every person has an average of 27 repeating thoughts that recycle through their mind daily. These thoughts progress through age, but still fluctuate around 27. 13 of these thoughts, for the average 22 year old male, are of sex or pertain to sexuality in some way. Now, these thoughts don't include the typical “yes” and “no” mental responses to every day questions, these are mental awarenesses of everyday things and people. Descriptions, ideas, or a way of preserving mental awareness in oneself.
Now, I think that sounds really fucking stupid, but then I wonder if my reaction “that sounds really fucking stupid” is one of my 14 non-sexual thoughts, as it could easily be. Beyond that, I'm pretty sure I have mental Tourettes of some kind. Two more of these thoughts undoubtedly include the word douchebag, the determining, “I'm pretty sure this guy is a douchebag” and the concrete, “yep, this guy is a douchebag.”
That leaves me with 11.
Now, physical awareness doesn't count, apparently. This includes thoughts like “I'm tired” and “the rash is growing”, they are not included in the basic 27.
I can automatically strike three more off for thoughts that relate to me wanting to physically harm people. Though I never would, I'm pretty sure that's why they're so prevalent in my everyday thought. Part of me wants to believe that other's 27 thoughts include saying whatever stupid shit bounces off the walls of their skull.
Only 8 left.
Desires that are considered “needs” don't count either. Things such as food, water, love, and the thirst for blood.
I can scratch 4 more off on boredom and thoughts such as “woe is me to feel such estranged thoughts of loneliness when mixed with the lack of any substance at this exact moment” along with running marathons of Shakespearian quotes and storyboards that end in the protagonist dying.
4 more to go!
3 can be killed off with the thoughts of things I don't have. The lack of something always leaves you wanting anything. These include money, love, and, at this very moment, bacon and eggs. The rules don't specify the want of things that aren't considered “needs”, but wanting the same physical item every day would be a little odd. Unless of course you walk by the same toaster every day on your way to work and the green, rust-covered $8 piece of shit you have at home makes it hard to perfect cherry pop-tarts. But what about the desire of a certain person? It may not be considered a need, but with love it could be considered a basic need of every human. Unless, of course, it becomes an obsession and instead of a basic need it's a mental illness.
And what about people with mental illnesses? The study never touched that aspect. I mean, what if all your thoughts are being said by different voices in your head? Does that really count toward your 27, or the 27 of the demonds inhabiting your brain?
So that leaves one, singular thought left. I'm pretty sure I already have a good idea of what that last one is.
You.
In all your beauty, the jagged piece that fits in the puzzle of my life. You're what makes perfection seem possible. Life seem worth bearing. Love seem worth trying. Something so complex, yet so simple to understand. You. I couldn't think of a better number 1 thought, because you repeat in my mind, you repeat in my dreams, and you're why the other 26 thoughts exist.
You repeating in my mind make my life seem less... repetitious.

My Interests

I'm an intellectually rhetorical machine built to fuck with your mind.

I'd like to meet:

Anyone that smells like caramel or sour-apple suckers. Or perhaps if anything in the above section made any sense or was just a little entertaining to you.

Without you... everything falls apart.

Music:

And He gives us sight,
And we'll see the light,
And it burns so bright,
Now we know we're right.
It is kingdom come,
And Thy will be done.
We have just begun,
We're the chosen ones.

Movies:

Wait, step into the light.
How can this be right?
I'm afraid we're gonna ask you to leave.
Guess you cannot win,
With the color of your skin.
You won't be getting into the Promised Land.

Television:

This is just another case,
You people still don't know your place.
Step aside,
out the way,
wipe that look off your face,
'Cause we are the divine,
Separated from the swine.

Books:

How hard is it to see?
Put your faith in me.
I sure wouldn't want to be praying,
To the wrong piece of wood.
You should get where you belong,
Everything you know is wrong.

Heroes:

Anyone able to find happiness within a life giving us everything but.

My Blog

Holy Diver! Holy Shit!

So if you haven't yet, I would like you to take a moment to take a quick listen to the remake of Holy Diver on my profile. I'm not sure if anyone remembers Dio, but this was a song that Ronnie James w...
Posted by Adam on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 11:59:00 PST

Hell on Earth (repost).

I am surrounded by a sea of blood, trapped on an island, faces drowning before me as I watch, helplessly staring. My dreams had never been this bad before, something must be wrong, but I can't wa...
Posted by Adam on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 10:46:00 PST

So long, bail bonds.

I'm typing this blog as a PSA to all the employment-seeking people of myspace: stay the hell away from the Bail Bond industry. And beyond everyone stabbing each other in the back (co-employees include...
Posted by Adam on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 01:46:00 PST

And by car crash, I meant the crash between your face and half a pizza.

So since Whiny Whinerton decided to speak up about my comparison of us having a baby to a horrible, bloody car crash, I just thought I'd *clarify* what I meant. You see, the story itself wasn't about ...
Posted by Adam on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 11:21:00 PST

But you can save a lot of money on your car insurance...

It feels as though we're living in that split-second of a car crash. That moment before getting out of the car and dreading your insurance hike, or waking from a coma to stale bread and tapioca p...
Posted by Adam on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 04:30:00 PST

The pen is mightier than the sword...

I agree. Have you ever tried to stab someone with a pen? Sure, slicing off a finger or two with a sword can almost come by accident, but to seriously injure someone with a pen, you have to really be t...
Posted by Adam on Sat, 30 Dec 2006 04:25:00 PST

Does a tinfoil hat prevent a wizard from entering my brain, or does that only work for aliens?

I will first entertain you with a clip from one of my recent sent e-mails: I think things are going a little quick for me to meet the family already. I'm not really good with parents, to be honest, an...
Posted by Adam on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 09:13:00 PST

A Happy Happy Day After Thanksgiving Tale

So before this gruesome epic begins, I want to first of all point out that this was the shittiest Thanksgiving ever. No, the turkey didn't burn, the mashed potatoes weren't cold, and nobody pissed in ...
Posted by Adam on Sat, 25 Nov 2006 05:25:00 PST

Dragon.

It's cold, it's dark, and I've trapped myself inside it,All the words that you said... they all mean nothing.When I'm too weak to climb, too high to jump,My worries, they'd all go away, when I hear yo...
Posted by Adam on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 11:13:00 PST

Untitled: Intro

All I can feel is the singing coursing through every vein in my body. I've been able to recite the words a million times in my head, the screeching noise, the burning hymn; it's all I've felt for thre...
Posted by Adam on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 03:54:00 PST