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Billiam

I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.

About Me


Take the quiz:
Which Unknown Quote are You?

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A ship in the harbor is safe, but that's not what ships were built for.
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Who Should Paint You: M.C. Escher
Open and raw, you would let your true self show for your portrait.
And even if your painting turned out a bit dark, it would be honest. What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?
You Are Sunshine
Soothing and calm
You are often held up by others as the ideal
But too much of you, and they'll get burned
You are best known for: your warmth
Your dominant state: connecting What Type of Weather Are You? Take the quiz:
Which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle are You?

Donatello
You've been described as 'the brains' of your family or group of friends. You're the natural born, 'Mr. Fixit'. You're also considered the most reserved, preoccupied with your own little thoughts and ideas. But that doesn't mean you don't hang with your family and friends! But, you still find it easy to get lost in your own thoughts...daydreaming often. You'd rather talk things out than fight. You long for a day when there's nothing but peace in the world, and when you can finally rest with your own thoughts. Violence is something the world could completely live without. One of your labels may be, 'true to blue friend'. You're strong at heart and powerful at mind.
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You Are a Dreaming Soul
Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world
So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time
You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...
But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult
You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.
Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.
Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.
Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.
Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul What Kind of Soul Are You?a:hover, a:hover font, a:active, a.navbar:hover, a.navbar:active, a.man:hover, a.man:active, a.man:hover font, a.searchlinkSmall:hover, a.searchlinkSmall:active, a.redlink:hover, a.redlink:hover{ color:rgb(51,255,0); font-size:12pt; font-weight:normal; font-style:italic; text-decoration:line-through ; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:Georgia,sans-serif;

My Interests


FINALLY back in school and have a bachealor's degree in sight!
I LOVE hanging out with my friends. So far, while in Hawaii, I've come across some of the best people in the world! (I haven't forgot about you Atlanta and Florida...I am just talking about the "now") Here in the Aloha State, I have found those who will stick with me through the darkest of times. You guys are the most considerate, understanding and have the uncanny ability to see through all of the "bullshit" that one may transpire. Cheers to you my friends! You are the best!

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I'd like to meet:

Giada De Laurentiis

Music:

NIN Concert at Blaisdell Arena, Sept. 18th, 2007:
The River of Deceit: Mad Season

Television:



Books:

"The Raven" by Edgar Allen PoeOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more."Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,. For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore.And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This it is, and nothing more."Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;--- Darkness there, and nothing more.Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before, "Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice. Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore. Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore. " 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door. Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more.Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore. Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore." Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore."But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered; Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before; On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore."Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,--- Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never---nevermore."But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore."Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore!Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!""Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-- On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore: Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore.""Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil! By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore-- Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore--- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore? Quoth the raven, "Nevermore.""Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting-- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming. And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted---nevermore!

Heroes:

My Dad

My Blog

For those who forget to look up once and a while...

My watch section {Charlie Section: a.k.a. THE Section...LOL} got to witness a FULL lunar eclipse last night while on watch and it was KILLER! Kudos to our brother section who had to rest between watch...
Posted by Billiam on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 01:35:00 PST

THE LAWS OF LIFE

Law of Mechanical Repair:After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch or you'll have to pee. Law of the Workshop:Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessi...
Posted by Billiam on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 09:39:00 PST

Complete spontaneity yields Maui

So Daryl and I were thinking of what to do Friday night (Friday the 13th, that is) and the only idea that kept popping up was going to Waikiki (go figure, right?). Then I had a totally, off-the-wall i...
Posted by Billiam on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 08:43:00 PST

The Atlanta Chronicles Vol. II

The second part of my travels involved me seeing some really old friends I haven't seen in years and battle a few demons along the way. These are the people I use to hang out with back in high sc...
Posted by Billiam on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 01:43:00 PST

The Atlanta Chronicles Vol. I

Wow. I had a FANTASTIC time while on vacation. It started off on a great note and just got better from there. While waiting to board my flight from Honolulu, it came to be that myself and another pers...
Posted by Billiam on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 11:55:00 PST

Quotes For Life

If you ' re not familiar with the work of Steven Wright, he's the famous erudite scientist who once said: "I woke up one morning and all of my stuff had been stolen and replaced by exact duplicates." ...
Posted by Billiam on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 12:05:00 PST

Hiking in Oahu

Here's a few shots I took while hiking up to Manoa Falls in Oahu... ENJOY!...
Posted by Billiam on Mon, 31 Jul 2006 11:34:00 PST

12 General Orders for MySpace

ZERO: If Tom were going to send out a bulliten threatening to delete myspace or blah, blah, blah... YOU WOULD GET IT. It wouldn't be sent to you through some other friend. So stop reposting those. ON...
Posted by Billiam on Sat, 10 Jun 2006 05:28:00 PST

Who's the DUMBASS?

Oh my GOD! I feel like such an idiot! I got an email the other day, that was an obvious fake, stating that I could receive money if I foward the email to as many people as I can. The Internet has been...
Posted by Billiam on Sat, 17 Dec 2005 09:09:00 PST