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Tuesday, July 24th, 2007
2:37 pm - Something I learned yesterday...
Condom water really only makes you thirstier.

In other news, finished the seventh Harry Potter book last night. Still kind of in awe over that. So here's a survey for the occasion.

 

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Saturday, June 30th, 2007
12:19 am

Being a good detective is one thing. Admitting that you are is a little more difficult...especially when you just wanna believe.



current mood: contemplative

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Monday, April 16th, 2007
9:52 pm - You ever get the feeling mayhap the world's about to explode?
Today seems to be some sort of ultimate proof that there's some right unpleasant forces at work in the world.

current mood: thoughtful

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Sunday, April 15th, 2007
4:10 am - Now I have something else to fix,,,
Around the time I was a small child, unbeknownst to me, a gay guy in New York was writing words that would come to sum up my feeling many years later.

"She was capable of...more than loyalty. Devotion. She waited for him, she stitched for years. And if he had come back broken and defeated from war, she would have loved him even more. And if he had returned mutilated, ugly, full of infection and horror, she would still have loved him; fed by pity, by a sharing of pain, she would love him even more, and even more, and she would never, never have prayed to God, please let him die if he can't return to me whole and healthy and able to live a normal life....If he had died, she would have buried her heart with him. So what the fuck is wrong with me?"

I'll admit, not entirely applicable, but that's a fucking great monologue.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

So much for declaring a second golden age. Mayhap fate has conspired against me, I will say I'm remembering now how bad I suck at being single.

I love you Amie.  There will be other times.

current mood: depressed

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Tuesday, March 6th, 2007
12:56 am - Now I remember what this thing is for: procrastinating
John and Barbara are Proud to Announce the Birth of their Child, Nick Yurick, on December 22, 1986.
Unfortunately, Nick Yurick is the anti-christ.
John and Barbara are visiting an exorcist soon.
What Did Your Birth Announcement Say? at QuizGalaxy.com

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Monday, March 5th, 2007
11:20 pm - Not completely accurate, but still pretty cool...

The Everything Test

There are many different types of tests on the internet today. Personality tests, purity tests, stereotype tests, political tests. But now, there is one test to rule them all.

Traditionally, online tests would ask certain questions about your musical tastes or clothing for a stereotype, your experiences for a purity test, or deep questions for a personality test.We're turning that upside down - all the questions affect all the results, and we've got some innovative results too! Enjoy :-)

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Personality
You are more logical than emotional, more concerned about self than concerned about others, more atheist than religious, more loner than dependent, more lazy than workaholic, more traditional than rebel, more artistic mind than engineering mind, more idealist than cynical, more leader than follower, and more extroverted than introverted.

As for specific personality traits, you are artistic (86%), romantic (86%), intellectual (67%).

Stereotypes
Punk Rock93%
Emo Kid89%
Young Professional82%
 
Life Experience
Sex27%
Substances51%
Travel29%

Politics
Your political views would best be described as Liberal, whom you agree with around 73% of the time.
  Socioeconomic
Your attitude toward life best associates you with Middle Class. You make more than 0% of those who have taken this test, and 97% less than the U.S. average.

If your life was a movie, it would be rated PG-13.
By the way, your hottness rank is 69%, hotter than 94% of other test takers.

TAKE THE TEST
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5:29 pm - Consider that an act break...
  Clearly its been months since I made a proper post on this thing. And what eventful months those were, such that if I told all the stories and anecdotes from them I'd be here all night, and I've got shit to do. So...consider that abscence of posts an act break.

  As of two months ago, I've been at USC for a year and, given that I'm at a very different place in my life from then, this seems like as good a time as any for the words "begin act four." So, after the intermission we return to find that our beloved narrator has had quite a life these past months. When we left him, he'd just celebrated Thanksgiving and was readying for a long awaited trip home for the holidays.

  Several weeks later marked 20 years of existing for me. It's a nice round number, and with nice round numbers comes reflection. Here I would trace my evolution from an ugly fetus to a very beautiful man (I ain' gay or nothin'). When I thought about it then, I'm sure a lot of things came to mind. Looking back now though, the main thing is that most of the things that needed to change did, and the things I was too stubborn to change got me in trouble time and again. So it goes, so it went. When it comes down to it, after 20 years, I've already had a pretty interesting life, moreso than many people have in thrice that amount of time.

  Through the rest of the break though, I was really 18, which was good. Something I realized over the break was, though a few people drop in and out here and there, the pancake house is closed now, and the band is defunct, going home all the best stuff about that calm before the storm of college is mostly there.

  Two months after coming back to LA after the break, my life's as awesome as ever. It took me some time, but I'm pretty damn happy here. It's the leaving that doesn't get any easier. And so, after the debut screening of me, Jad, Jonny, and Mike's latest masterpiece "The Movie About The Lung" I said my hardest of goodbyes yet, giving Amie our last kiss for the next couple months, getting my late birthday present from McKinley, and comforting Jesa as she cried on my porch. Most people seem to get further from home the longer they're away, but as I waved goodbye from my porch, I realized that, as much time as I spend away, that was really the closest I'd ever been to home.

  So the next day, I did the usual transcontinental flight, feeling lonelier than the average crossing. Charles picked me up from the airport, and as I listened to him familiarly complaining about something, it felt a little less strange to be back in LA. As I stood in the kitchen and talked to him and Sam and Nathon later that evening my mood continued to improve. The next day Peter and most of the rest of my house got back and things started to get back to normal. The next two months would be the best I'd ever felt at college.

  Between writing a play, starting a new band, and getting in every movie I could, I've come to really kick ass at being in two places at once. In four days I go home again for spring break. In the time I've been away some things have changed. Mark left for Iraq a week after I left for LA. Can't say that doesn't worry the shit outta me at times. But when I talked to him the night before he left, as he rambled on about all the exciting things he wanted to do when he got back in August, maybe it was his drunken enthusiasm for life that gave me the idea he was going to be all right. Back on the home front though, we had a death in the family. Not a person or a pet, but a place: our beloved Pancake House. As much as my friends tried to save it, at midnight on February 18th, 2007, the pancake house closed its doors, as the IHOP next door looked on mockingly. Knowing how I loved the place, my friends called me as they left for the last time and put me on speakerphone as we talked about our favorite memories of the Beckley Pancake House.

  So there's what passes for a recap of the intermission. My life is pretty much kicking ass right now. So....begin act IV: the part where things really do work out for Nick. In act three you saw him at the height of dysfunction only to parlay it into...I dunno, either way, I'm pretty sure I can take anything now, except maybe some people dying.

Anyway, I promise now I'll update a bit more. To the kids at home, see ya in four days. As Royal Tennenbaum would say, "I've missed the hell out of you."

current mood: optimistic

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Thursday, December 14th, 2006
3:31 am - Important info about calling me now that I'm back...
So cingular are being bags-o-dicks about all the calls I made from outside their network (i.e., here) this past year, so after the 18th they're not going to let me make calls while I'm here.

So, call me at home at: 304-255-5077
Or if I'm out I'll likely have my mom's phone which is 304-673-8922

Just got back, let the good times roll.

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Tuesday, December 12th, 2006
12:40 am - Punk rock, Existentialist Theatre, and The End of the World: Where do I fit in?
December 22, 1985: D. Boon, lead singer of influential SoCal punk band Minutemen (for the laity, the Jackass theme song is one of theirs) dies in a van accident in Tucson, Arizona. Same day, one year later: Nick Yurick is born in Beckley, West Virginia. Same day, 1989: Samuel Beckett, writer of essential existentialist play "Waiting For Godot" dies in Paris, France. Same day, 2002: Joe Strummer, lead singer of influential British punk band The Clash dies in Somerset, England. Same day, 2012: The Mayan calender predicts this day to be the end of the world. I find all of this out two days after listening to Minutemen's "Double Nickels On The Dime," considered their essential album, for the first time, one day before a theatre final partially about "Waiting for Godot," and eleven days before my 20th birthday. D. Boon was 27 when he died, which was 27 years before the end of the world according to the Mayans. Therefore he died halfway between 1958 and the end of the world. Tucson is half as far from Beckley as Paris is.

None of these correlations would matter as much if not for my love of punk rock and existentialist theatre. The fact that the end of the world figures in there somewhere is just kinda scary. 1958, the year Boon was born; 1+9+5+8= 23. Beckett's birthdate, 4/13/06, also adds up to 23. 1986, the year I was born, adds up to 24. The end of the world is my 26th birthday. We already mentioned 27. This leaves 25 unaccounted for in the sequence; 22-27. Adding all the digits in 2012 gives you 5, which is the square root of 25. 19+06 (birth year of Beckett) equals 25. Strummer was 50 when he died, which is twice 25. If I wanted to really stretch it, I could say that these events are all widely ignored because of Christmas on the 25th, but I don't think I will.

This makes me think my future has something to do with combining punk rock and existentialist theatre before the world ends on my 26th birthday.

This investigation will continue. I haven't read as much into the Joe Strummer part of the equation. Right now I need to get back to studying. Kids at home, let me know if you think of anything else.

current mood: contemplative

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Saturday, December 2nd, 2006
8:42 pm - Addenda...
But after the WVU-Rutgers game, I'd like to popularize the nickname "Great God Brown" for WVU's backup quarterback. This would be easier if more West Virginians were familiar with existentialist theatre.

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4:53 pm
Fuck UCLA

current mood: mad

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Friday, December 1st, 2006
3:39 am - Takin' a break...
Three pages away from salvation. That's it, I just have to spend three more pages relating "Hamlet" to religion and philosophy, then I'm saved. I'll go to my last day of classes, turn shit in, enjoy myself for four days, breeze through my finals, then have a much deserved break. So, to motivate myself for the next couple hours, a list of things I'm looking forward to:

1. Running lights for the Big Game Hunters sketch comedy show
2. The after party at my house
3. Every other party and misadventure before finals.
4. Passing all my classes for a change.
5. Going home
6. Seeing my ladyfriend, my gentleman friends, and my friends that just happen to be ladies
6. My birthday in three weeks and the accompanying party
7. Christmas

And now, back to my Red Bull fueled diatribe where I argue that Shakespeare was the precursor to the Enlightenment.

I AM SO SMART! I AM SO SMART! S-M-R-T, I mean, S-M-A-R-T!

Good night California, and good morning West Virginia!

Oh yeah! Coast to coast now!

current mood: awake

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Friday, November 10th, 2006
4:58 pm - I might be on TV tonight...
Watch Jimmy Kimmel Live tonight and look for me in the crowd when The Hold Steady is playing. If I'm lucky I'll get to be one of the tall assholes in front like last time we saw them. And hopefully you'll like The Hold Steady. Everyone should, they're one of the best bands around these days.

Go forth and spread the word.

current mood: excited

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Wednesday, October 25th, 2006
5:41 pm - How long...
...can someone split their life between two places on opposite sides of the country before he has to choose? Hopefully at least another two and a half years. It's hard to encompass the three great days I spent at home. I barely slept, trying to cram as much as I could into such a short time. This next stretch shouldn't feel so long, only fifty something days.

I've been told that the story of my life is a very common tale, but I can't help but wonder how common it really is, that someone can be this good at being two very different places at once. You couldn't get much more different than LA and Beckley without going to a different country, but here am. Every time I go home, I get a little better of an idea of where the place I grew up fits into the world.

I thought a lot about this the first night home. I'd been up almost non-stop for nearly 24 hours. After my parents picked me up in Charlotte we had a three hour drive to catch up on the past months. Interestingly enough, not only was this weekend my homecoming, but my old high school's as well, and so I went downtown to the parade. While I was down there I went ahead and voted for the first time in my life. The same mostly mediocre democrats who win every year are probably getting re-elected, but there were a few I honestly believed in enough to think my vote mattered.

As luck would have it, the first person I knew outside of my family that I saw wasn't anyone I'd expect it to be. Not Amie, not McKinley, not Jad or Jesa or any of the others. It was Cincinnatti, local derelict and courthouse janitor. Sometimes there's just no substitute for local characters like that, though Cincinnatti is not a peer. Grumbles, however is, sort of, and it was him that I'd run into next. It was a glorious reunion, as the two of us harrassed others we knew going by in the parade.

After that, we rallied together Jad and Crazy as Night Dempsey to go to Macado's with us for dinner. So we did. Soon as I got out of the car there, I started running. Through the door, down the rows of tables, checking each one. Then finally, sitting next to my favorite stupid Asian, I saw Amie. We put our arms around each other and kissed like people kiss when they haven't seen each other in months, right in front of a large colored family. They reacted like large colored families do. It was something relatively new to me. Not just loving someone, or missing someone, cause I know that all too well, but both things happening but finally being with that person again after so long.

Minutes later Jesa showed up, along with Carolyn, who I hadn't met before. So right there in the middle of the restuarant in front of the large colored family, more and more of that part of my life began to come together. And so the night went. There was the homecoming game that night where I saw McKinley again for the first time. Me and Amie went out for coffee together before she had to go home. Then it was on to play frisbee, where I saw Jesus Balls, Big Jonny Beckley, Shane, and a few others for the first time in so long. Then it was off to the Pancake House, a suburban Mecca for teenagers with nothing to do late at night. Most of our group departed after that, so it was down to me, Jesa, and Carolyn. The other place to go late at night was the Travel Plaza, where we're usually the only non tourists present, besides those who work there. It was here, while looking at a huge map of West Virginia and Raleigh county at three in the morning that we got the most wonderful, random idea.

We were going to Odd.

Locally, Odd is known for being home to the last inbred family in the county, the Whittakers. Its about 20-25 outside of Beckley on curvy backroads that'd be pretty easy to die on if you don't keep your wits about you. So we took my car that I'd borrowed from my sister drove on into the West Virginia night, as it got darker and darker the further we went down the mountain. After a while we came to the bottom and the road went through a little holler. On either side we could see houses stacked up the hill here and there almost like they were on top of each other. Alongside the road there was a little creek. Tree branches hung over the road, occasionally obscuring the light of the full moon that night. It was here at about four o'clock in the morning that night that I thought about how even after living there my whole life, going to college in LA, and coming back a few times, I'd still never seen that part of the county, or anything like that in all my travels around this country.

I thought about the American dream that night. For me it was being in love with a girl like Amie, having friends like I do from all over the country, having a family that never ceases to amuse and amaze me, and still spending a little over half the year in a big pink house in LA going to one of the best universities in the country. My dreams had taken me across the country and back again several times over and several times to come. But for those people stacked up in their little houses on the hillside in the little town of Odd...I didn't quite know. Its something you can either look down upon as archaic and behind the times or you can admire from a distance for reasons I still can't quite explain. But that night I was reminded of how the small town I grew up in could still surprise me.

I made it home about five that night, not too long before the sun came up. At nine I took Amie out to breakfast since she was going to be gone all day. Then me, Jad, McKinley, and Crazy As Night Dempsey convened at Bridge Day. Later that evening was a show at the old Soldiers' Memorial Theatre. Local music is still alive in Beckley, but to say the least, things have changed. Afterward, the aforementioned party as well as Grumbles went to the pancake house before an attempt was made at playing some frisbee. It was cold that night though, so most of us went back to my house along with Jesa, Jonny, Alice, and Justin.

I got to spend the whole next day with Amie. We went up to Grandview for a few hours together alone out in the woods. Afterward we met up with my family at my grandmammy's house so's Amie could meet her and my uncle Bill, who has become a semetary plot salesman since I left in August. It seems like it would be an awkward job, however he mostly deals in "pre-need cases" as they call them, so not so awkward. I guess.

That night I had people over so I could say my final goodbyes for the next few months. There were good times, and sad times all at once. It'll never get any easier to take Amie home on my last night in town, seeing her cry as we pull up to her house and I prepare to leave. All I want to do the whole time is just hold her and tell her it'll be OK, and for that to be true right then and there. That's all I really ever want for all of them. I want Crazy as Night Dempsey to be less crazy, I want Jesa to find a guy that things work out with, I want Alice and Justin to be able to stay together after all they've been through, I want Grumbles to find a girl who'll think of him as more than a little brother, and for Jonny to do well in school and get to be a preacher like he wants, and McKinley and Jad and Jourdan and Shane and everyone else to live whatever their American dream is. Whether its seeking fame and fortune in LA or living in a humble little house in some holler in Odd, these are our lives.

It's time.

current mood: thoughtful

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Wednesday, October 18th, 2006
7:18 pm - Damn right you'll rise again!
Twenty years from now, when The Hold Steady is written in stone as one of the seminal bands of our time, I'll be one of the aging hipsters who can reminisce about him and his roomate taking two buses and walking a mile to see them play at the Troubadour.

Anyway, it may well have been the greatest show I've seen in my short life. As noted before, since everyone who was driving wasn't leaving until 9:30, me and Peter did the bus thing so as to catch the opening band and also secure our place at the very front of the stage. It adds an element of realness when you're that close and think maybe the band can hear you shouting along to various songs, and can examine every deft movement of the guitarist's fingers on the fretboard. And its even better when you're right there during the encore when the aforementioned guitarist jumps into the crowd and passes the guitar to a lucky audience member, who in this case happened to be Peter, who played some scales that passed for an awesome solo. In the end, pretty much everyone at or near the front ended up on stage to dance the night away as the band brought down what was left of the proverbial house.

After the music had finally stopped, we found our long lost companions, Sam, the other Peter, Sarah, Matt, and Kate. We managed to meet just about everyone in the band and had them sign our Hold Steady beer cozies that we'd purchased earlier of and intended to make use of as soon as we got home. What was great was seeing Sam meeting Craig Finn, one his heroes. To top it all off, they were filming a tour DVD and interviewed Sam for it. They had no idea that Sam is probably one of the best people they could possibly interview about The Hold Steady. Hopefully it makes the DVD, I don't think they'll get anything else like it the rest of the tour.

After a long walk to the car, saving us $2.50 we would've spent on buses, and then cramming seven people into a Passat, we returned home. Me, Sam, and Peter pretty much spent the rest of the evening throwing back beers and discussing the brilliance we had just experienced.

So, in about two hours I'll be watching the new "Lost," then to top off my awesome week, in about 30 hours I'll be on my way home. Halfway through my second semester here, I'm finally enjoying myself. I've become good friends with people I just barely knew two months ago. But I can never get too far away from the kids at home to come back. Oh yeah, and there's this girl named Amie there. I kinda love her, and have missed the hell out of her the past two months. Time to make up for lost time.

I'm out. Good night America!

current mood: happy

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Thursday, October 12th, 2006
9:14 pm - I suck at writing papers...
...so I'm going to write something I'm better at writing: lj posts. Lotsa thingsa been happening. Crossing called the other night, and apparently now I've become a sort of wise old sage to him. Yup, that's me, a wise old sage. The other morning me and the rest of my house had a meeting with our landlord to air grievances and whatnot, so I finally got to meet the famous Jim Weber.

He looked like this:


After that not much happened. Watching Seinfeld reruns. And I got to bike to the FedEx center in an even sketchier part of town than the one I live in to pick up my computer. On the way back various Mexicanos were laughing at the way I had the box nig rigged into my backpack, using a disused extension cord for rope.

Anyhow, I'm pretty damn excited about the coming week. Monday I get to see The Hold Steady

The Hold Steady looked like this:



On Wednesday there's a new episode of "Lost" which looks like this:


Then thursday night, I leave to come home. Grumbles'll be there.
Grumbles looks like this:


And now I'm done with my post that turned into me posting various pictures.

Good night America!


current mood: chipper, like the one in Fargo

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Monday, October 2nd, 2006
1:25 am - Irish My Other Car Bombs...and Mario 3
So, this weekend embodied more of the ways in which this semester has been better than the last. Just, y'know, having friends out here. Not that I didn't before, but just the fact that when people are doing cool shit thinking maybe we should invite Nick.

Friday night was the long awaited indie show at the Ranch. Beforehand I went across the street for a while, so's I could just go over with the folks at the Qwesi. While we were there I related the information that I had found a rather nice couch several blocks away, as they were looking for one since their previous couch had been taken away by fleas courtesy of Sam's cat sitting over the summer. So I lead some of them, namely Nathon, Lauren, Charles, and Kara, over to 24th street where I had seen said couch several days prior. Unfortunately, some other enterprising individuals had taken it before we could, but at least we tried. After a bit more time was killed, we began our journey to 37th where the aformentioned Ranch was located. We arrived just about the time The Studiofix was going. On saw them once last semester. Reminiscent of an Asian Sleater-Kinney, but..not. Then some other bands. Then a band called Red Foxes went on. Turned out a friend of mine played guitar for them, and lo and behold, they had no bass player! So after their set I went up and offered my services to them, to which they seemed open, and so I may have found a band. After that, boring bossa nova-ish band, then the usual awesomeness that is My Other Car Is A Gun. Excellent as always, and I even got Sam to give a shout out to Dr. Marvin Candle. I got hit in the head at some point, no big deal, however I would get hit in the exact same place the next night. See, earlier that night, Lauren had told me she had an extra ticket to see Flogging Molly down in Irvine saturday night, an extra ticket that I was welcome to. And so, last night, me and her and some friends of friends took a brief road trip down there. I must say, seeing Flogging Molly made me a little more proud of the 1/3 or so of my roots that are Irish (on me mum's side) and the Celtic knot the hangs from my necklace. And so I went back and forth between dancing Irish jigs and conventionally moshing, though here and there a musclebound steakhead would act like he wanted to start a fight with everyone there. If punk ever is indeed dead, it'll be people like that who killed it. Still, it was worth it and I was happy to be there.

After I returned home, I figured I'd take advantage of the Nintendo that Peter brought with him when he moved into my room and beat almost all of Super Mario Brothers 3 in one night, finally finishing off Bowser late this afternoon.

And that was pretty much my weekend. 19 days till I come home. For any of you in Morgantown who I've neglected who might be reading this, let's say it's a strong possibility. Especially if any of you would like to come to Bridge Day.

As for introspection and whatnot, at almost every point in my life, I tend to look back a year or so. What's amazing is to look back a year and see what a sodding mess I was and how things have turned around for me. I've gone from the brink of being one of those Channel One News sob stories to honestly believing that everything's gonna be ok. Don't know if its cause I just got off the phone with Amie, but its more than just my love life. It reminds me of a post I made a long time ago, where I think of all my friends back home, and some here, and think of how everything turned out all right.

Fuck, I'm in too good a mood, better listen to the Smiths...

Good night America!

current mood: good

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Tuesday, September 26th, 2006
3:10 pm - Computer = dead as night...
So I'm using my roommate Peter's computer. Guess that's part of the news lately, for those who've heard about Crossing, he's been kicked out, so I've got a new roommate. Anyway, other'n my computer shit, things have been good. Got to talk to a lot of the kids at home last night during Justin's birthday. I'll do a proper update later.

Oh, and I finally saw "Little Miss Sunshine" the other day. Everyone else should too.

current mood: annoyed

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Sunday, September 24th, 2006
10:44 pm
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47 % Nerd, 47% Geek, 17% Dork
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For The Record:<br><br>

A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.<br>
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.<br>
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.<br>

You scored less than half in all three, earning you the title of: <b>Joe Normal</b>.
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This is not to say that you don't have some Nerd, Geek or Dork inside of you--we all do, and you can see the percentages you have right above. This is just to say that none of those qualities stand out so much as to define you. Sure, you enjoy an episode of <i>Star Trek</i> now and again, and yeah, you kinda enjoyed a few classes back in the day. And, once in a while, you stumble while walking down the street even though there was nothing there to cause you to trip. But, for the most part, you look and act fairly typically, and aren't much of an outcast.
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I'd say there's a fair chance someone asked you to take this test. In any event, fairly normal.
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If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback!
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Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in any of the following:
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<a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?%0D%0Atestid=8115472531704248346">Love & Sexuality</a>
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<a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=10603689462944369577">America/Politics</a>
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<span id="comparisonarea">My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people <i>your age and gender</i>:<blockquote><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"><tbody><tr><td valign="middle"><table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"><tbody><tr><td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="149"><a href="http://www.okcupid.com"><img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"></a></td><td bgcolor="white" width="1"><a href="http://www.okcupid.com"><img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"></a></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td valign="middle">You scored higher than <b>99%</b> on <b>nerdiness</b></td></tr><tr><td valign="middle"><table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"><tbody><tr><td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="149"><a href="http://www.okcupid.com"><img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"></a></td><td bgcolor="white" width="1"><a href="http://www.okcupid.com"><img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"></a></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td valign="middle">You scored higher than <b>99%</b> on <b>geekosity</b></td></tr><tr><td valign="middle"><table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"><tbody><tr><td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="149"><a href="http://www.okcupid.com"><img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"></a></td><td bgcolor="white" width="1"><a href="http://www.okcupid.com"><img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"></a></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td valign="middle">You scored higher than <b>99%</b> on <b>dork points</b></td></tr></tbody></table></blockquote></span>

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<table cellpadding=20><tr><td>Link: <a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=9935030990046738815'>The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test</a> written by <a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=donathos'>donathos</a> on <a href='http://www.okcupid.com'>OkCupid Free Online Dating</a>, home of the <a href='http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test'>The Dating Persona Test</a></td></tr></table>

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Wednesday, September 20th, 2006
11:49 pm - It's all set...
In 29 days Nick Yurick is coming home.

current mood: excited

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