Life: Shit Happens

Toy Story 3

2010-06-20T00:19:00.004-05:00

The movie event to define my life-time [at least, thus far].

I guess if I was able to live in the excitement of Star Wars, that would supersede this... but I missed the original trilogy, and was too young to fully appreciate the return with Episode I. I guess I did catch Episode III at a decent time, but that was just ending something that I ha liked, not ending something that I had grown in time with.

Toy Story however, is my movie (not solely mine, but my generation... if my generation was more dwindled down to just the enthusiasts... generation sounds like too broad a term when considering that most of the people in mine, and surrounding generations are, for lack of a better term, dumb). I was 5 years old when the first Toy Story came out. I never saw it though. I saw the movie when it was released on VHS (and still own my original copy. No anniversary DVD will ever make me finally part with it). I loved it. The animation. The characters. The story. The excitement. The fun. It was spectacular. I couldn't get enough of it. I collected the toys, all of the happy meal prizes, the trading cards, all the good stuff. After it, there was the sudden emergence of more CGI animated movies: A Bugs Life, Antz. Whatever, none were is good as Toy Story (For the record though, I revisited A Bugs Life many years later after becoming a Pixar enthusiast to discover my hidden love for that movie... still like Toy Story more though). So when Toy Story 2 was announced. I was ecstatic.

This movie, my brother and I were actually treated to go see in theaters. I remember it even more because it was the very first movie my mom ever dropped us off to see together, and picked us up afterwards (okay, don't lie, as lame as it sounds now, your first bits of privilege in dependence as a child were awesome...). Wow. They struck gold... again. Everything I adored in the first film were back in a much bigger way. A larger plot filled with even deeper perils, improved graphics, deeper back stories and trials, and even more toys to love! It added so much more depth to the lives and adventures of toys.

And for years, these two Toy Story's filled my need of living toy adventures swimmingly. As I became more intelligent and cultured (lets face it... look back when you were a kid, and your first thought will be: 'wow, was I stupid or what?') I started paying closer attention to Pixar. There was a long drought where I didn't see any Pixar films in theaters. Monsters Inc came and went, Finding Nemo swam into the nations heart, The Incredibles showed us their their super human side, Cars took us on a face paced adventure, but I never went to go see any of them... Don't ask why, I was just dumb... I'd catch them on DVD or saw things like, "oh man, I really want to see that", but never do. It wasn't until Ratatouille that I finally got back into a theater seat to experience a Pixar masterpiece at work. And again, as I grew up, and my taste increased, I started to gain an immense respect for the company and its beautiful products. After that, I didn't miss a single movie. Wall-E. Up. Each movie topping the next (which, is like someone improving their grade starting at an A+ and moving up... The smartypants you almost hate to love).

And so we come to it. Pixar's latest film:

Toy

Story

It's an epic idea, in my head. Another Toy Story. It's like being given one more day with the deceased. It's scary, yet hauntingly beautiful.

It was first mentioned waaaaay back in 2004 that Disney (yes just Disney) would be making Toy Story 3 (the famed story of 'if you don't make it, we will'). And as much as I would love to see the worlds favorite toys in action again, I couldn't help picturing a semi-human Mikey Mouse repeatedly punching the child version of me in the fucking face. I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief when it was announced that Pixar and its vets would be taking over the helm of the project. Some, like Andrew, still cried foul saying things like, 'even if it is Pixar, they're still [practically] being forced to make the film'... but I didn't care. It was Pixar. I had learned the error of my ways and saw them as they were, which was a shining light of cinema. They heart, skill and style in every aspect of every film was meticulously processed until a certain level of perfection was reached. These people cared. They cared about film. They cared about integrity. They cared about their craft. These people at Pixar did not take mediocrity as a solution.

So I waited.

It was awhile

But Toy Story 3 has finally been released, and I can say with ever fiber of my being that I am fulfilled. I grew up with Andy and his toys. I am continually amazed with the first two films as they still stun me visually and contextually (yes, I saw the double feature in 3D). So now, we were to go full circle to cap off one of the biggest trilogies in film ever made (Overstatement? I think not).

~I'll try not to, but you know there'll be some spoilers from here~

My excitement for this film was immense, and only grew by the fact that it had a 100% rating on Rotten Tomatoes and my friends and I were finally able to secure a midnight showing Friday morning (thanks Kiwi... never thought I'd actually want to see it at midnight that badly :/ ).

Finally, on to the movie itself:

PREMISE- Having been quite some time since the last Toy Story film, the story must follow accordingly. We are new met with a much older Andy (now 17) ready to depart off to the wide world of college. Having gone through the same jump and NOT given up on my toys (or even thought of it), I did hold a bit of a grudge against the teen pretty boy, but whatever, his mom's a milf. Anyways, he was face with the dilemma of what he should do with his toys before he leaves. His bratty little sister is all set to steal his room once he leaves, so he really does need to clear out, and even though the attic would seem like an obvious choice, it's still hard to accept change and so easily relocate the things you've loved for so long. And through a series of events very reminiscent of the beginnings of TS2, the toys come very close to being thrown away, then finally donated to local day care center. This particular daycare is run by a large pink bear who smells of strawberries. It's a paradise to a toy. They will always be played with and never be forgotten. However, bear is even, the toys are forced to be mauled by the little baby monsters, and that fucking baby doll strikes fear into all who look into its 1.5 eyes. So now the toys must stage a daring prison break to get back home.

ANIMATION- The best I've ever seen (although, let me say before I get too far, there was a trailer for Legends of the Guardians before the movie, and the visuals for that were captivating. Kudos on a non-Pixar animated film that wows me on every level visually). Simply put, animation and CG is one of those things that just sort of evolves. Ever new film, video game, tv show, commercial etc. etc. just get better graphic as time goes on. It's clear to see all around us. It's amazing, yet kinda scary (when are graphics gonna be 'as good as they can get'???). But aside from natural progression of the format, we see a rare treat of a deep knowledge in design. Almost every seen I was captivated by the well thought out placement and color of every light source. Every scene had a very detailed emotion that could be felt with out any dialog at all.

SCRIPT- I never thought the very plot of this movie would soar as high as it did. The opening scene starts you off with almost more adrenaline than you can handle. The internal references made place every fan in its heart, as well as itself in the heart of every fan. The plot itself is very dense and very deep stemming from a very simple idea: what do toys do once their owner has grown up? Sadly, we hear of the hardships suffered by this aging. Yard sales, attic, thrown away. Many good toys have lived their last, and are still missed by the remaining few. It's a complete shock to the system when you first hear that so many toys have been lost to time before the film even starts. The plucks at the chords of your heart start before you even knew it... So the film continues with perfect pacing as problems arise, both internal and external for both human, and plastic characters. And at the end of it all, we see very important messages dealing with love and loss. Our lives are built up of some many things that effect us. These toys that Andy has cherished all his life represent such a big piece of who he is. He will never lose that no matter how old he gets, and no matter how far he travels. But sometimes, we need to give things up. We need to move on. We need to find the strength to part with the material, and realize that despite, we will never lose the spiritual. It's a very powerful theme that elegantly plays out and will have you shedding tears at the meaning and innocence found in your own life. For a brief while you are taken to a place inside of you where nothing can hurt you. It's your own innocence starring you down, and you cry as you know we have all had to part with something. We have all dealt with a loss and that simple gesture of understanding means more than anything you may have ever witnessed. It's gives an amazing sense of release as we may let go everything that has been weighing us down.

whew... sorry, I got a bit caught up.

But beyond of the emotion, this movie is genuinely comical. I found myself laughing from start to finish. Even when there was no dialog at all characters euphemisms were enough to rise a chuckle out of me (think Mr. TortillaHead isn't funny? Think again). No big drawn out laughter, but enough to catch, and still progress with the movie.

ACTION- This category seems almost pointless to put, as I'm not making things like 'comedy' a category, but I just want to drive this point home. This movie is action packed. From the introductory sequence with run away trains and giant metal pig ships, this movie keeps you at the edge of your seat. The prison break sequences at daycare keep your fingers crossed as the toys follow elaborate plans with very small details. And the final scenes. The climax of the movie... Breathtaking. Never have I been so anxious sitting in a theater seat as I was at the end of TS3.

CHARACTERS- The final piece of note in this film, the characters. Now, aside from a few familiar faces, we see a return of our favorite plastic gang. All of whom are being voiced by those who voiced them 11 years ago. All except, Slinky Dog who's voice actor had died and been replaced. However, the new voice actor does an awesome job stepping up to the plate (even if I do think they cut a lot of speaking time for good 'ol slink because of it... maybe it's just me). The new faces we see fit into the mix quite well. All characters, as per Pixar's usual, fit their characters to the T (which is a HUGE pet-peeve of mine when it comes to all of these new fucking terrible cartoon shows and such...). And as well as being appropriately voiced, these new characters have well painted back stories, well thought out roles, and gorgeous designs. Among the new list of characters, I believed my favorites were the wise telephone car (who knew about life 'on the inside'), the not so cheerful (and comically obese) clown. And huzzah! Totoro makes a special appearance! Miyazaki. Respek.

At the end of it all, the movie was great. I honestly felt at home with it. I was witnessing my childhood being projected at me in three dimensions at one in the morning. It was like I had already seen and fallen in love with the movie. I give the movie a perfect 10 out of 10 and say that it did a fantastic job of bookending the series. I grew up with these toys and they gave me the best closure I could have asked for. It means so much to me the the good men and women did not disappoint me in the slightest. I wish I could meet the Pixar staff just so I could hug them. I wouldn't need to bother them asking for autographs, or waste much of their time nagging them with questions or comments, I just want hugs.

Oh God

2010-05-28T02:23:00.004-05:00

I honestly never thought I'd come back here. I really did have the intent of leaving this all behind me. I'm only here because we were talking about blogs tonight at the Hookah bar. And so when I finally got home from another day of hanging out with people and not saying the things I've been wanting to get off of my chest, I changed, brushed my teeth and started looking through my blog. I was shocked to only see 3 posts [not including this] for the entire year of 2010. Here I thought that this year would change me. I thought maybe this year just wouldn't be like the rest...

Nevertheless, I read some of my older stuff and thought to myself 'wow... amidst the random garbles of filth I thought I was writing out of sheer boredom, there really is some powerful stuff in here'. It may sound stupid, but I really don't remember the things I've wrote in my blog. I often either wrote things early in the morning (like this guy) or on the fly in the afternoon (mainly just chronicling what I was doing/feeling at that exact moment. So it's crazy for me to look back at the keys I've stroked (hehe... stroked) and just what I've made.

And It Goes On And On

2010-02-15T03:56:00.003-06:00

Word up fam. I'm in studio and it's now 4 in the morning. I'm reasonably sleepy, but more than that I'm tired. I'm tired in the sense that I'm just... blah. I just wanna rest up, and do what I wanna do. I'm getting super sick of running around all over the damn place. Work involves too much work...

Beyond my little rants regarding school and loneliness, there's a few highlights and tidbits.

1. Google Chrome, Google Chrome, Google Chrome. It pwns the shit out of IE! It looks a Hell of a lot nicer (less clutter, more artsy and pleasing to the eyes) it's easy to use (basic controls and functionality) there's amusing text (stats for nerds) and you can open up incognito windows which don't appear in your browser history (GREAT for porn). Overall, I find it a lot more pleasing than IE, and am glad I made the switch.

2. I have FINALLY beat Half-Life. No it has not eluded me for years as though it may sound. I actually just bought it a few short months ago (sad for someone who has been gaming his whole life I know). You see, my old computer was not at all capable to do...well... anything. So long story as well as load times later, I got a new computer and have to catch myself up on big name PC games (in no way would I bastardize games like Half-Life on console. And I'm a console gamer!). It was a great game. Fun, engaging, and way ahead of it's time. Granted, it pissed me off a few times here and there, and some things were just laughable by today's standards, it was still fantastic. You just really don't get that level of design and gameplay in most modern games ESPECIALLY first person shooters. I'm now looking forward to picking up that good 'ol Orange Box and continuing on with the series. Ah, one more thing. I was quite disappointed I had to dl Steam to even play the game. Now, Steam is a pretty solid program, and I like the look etc. etc., but I really did not want it... I'm not a big pc gamer, and don't want to be associated as such. Maybe it's just one of those hates with little ground, but whatever... Shit happens (see title :) )

3. Superman/Batman: Public enemies. I finally got around to watching it. It was okay. The graphic novel is better. Read it.

4. I'm watching a Captain America movie from 1990. It blows hard ass and makes me feel dirty that I'm still watching it.

I'm really getting bored writing now, so I'm just gonna end this here. Wish I was sleeping :)!!!

Hey There Pilot

2010-02-09T02:28:00.004-06:00

Wow... Blogging again. I know I say that every time I decide to take this thing off of the shelf, but that's the first thing that comes to my mind every time.

If you'd like to know what's going on in my life, you're out of luck... cuz I really don't know what's going on. My social life has sort of become like school. I feel like I'm a circus act balancing spinning plates in both arms, legs chest nose, and cock... And now I'm always afraid I'm going to drop something the second I forget it's there. It may be a poor analogy, but it works, I swear.

Lets start with school: Blah, blah, blah. Bitch bitch, bitch. I don't like college. Wa, wa, wa. Architecture forcibly shoves it's large penis in my ass. Woopty-fucking-doo. I've got some homework I'm neglecting right now...

Okay, moving on. My friends. They're all running around. Literally. Some are in school, some are dropping out of school, some are sort of half in/ half out of school, and others have nothing more than to play video games all day (mad jealous right now). Some I've been a dick to, some I've been caring to, and some I'm not quite sure. I've been seeing people change, and I've been seeing a lot of people claiming change. And we all seem to be in this emotional limbo right now. And I care for all of my friends, I do, but when I get into these deep, meaningful, or serious talks, there's really only one thing running through my head... me. It's like I want to help them all, but how will it improve myself, or my situation in life. Am I so wrong for doing it? I mean, yeah, I don't slip shit in there at the expense of others... but my interests are quite important to me. Why can't I ask for nudes from the women I've known for years and who have come to trust me? I just wanna see them naked, that's all. And yes, I'll be honest, I'd probably use the pictures in my own time to get all horned up, shoot one off, and relax a bit... I still pay attention to them, and try working through any issues they might have, but I'm miserably lonely...

And I'm not the only one who really feels this way either. You see, my architecture buddies (who I've been drinking with as of late (I'm drinking right now) which, as you may know, I don't do much of... well, before a few days ago... never have). all have girlfriends, and while we were hanging out, expressed such relief that they had someone... It was someone they could count on to be there because, having so much work for archy, they haven't the time to worry about meeting anyone... And i agree. That's what I want. that's all I've ever wanted. I'm looking for someone who I can honestly call 'my best friend'. Someone, who I'm not together with for just something physical, or someone who just makes good conversation, or someone I can just be silly and cute around, but someone who I can be myself around and do everything from the physical to the emotional. I'm looking for a woman where dating isn't a big deal... it just is. I need someone who finds the day-to-day alright. Who will settle with hanging out with people at times, and at others just curling up together and being lazy. Sadly, I've been drawing nearer to the conclusion that this person doesn't exist... and the closest thing I've got to that... well, lets just say that has many small issues with it... but I could talk about aspects of that for days, and I would likely not be any closer to anything real... so I won't. Plus, I'm trying not to be super hypocritical about that situation... I'm now in the 'watch what you do, watch what you say' boat. Why? Because things are serious!

I swear I'm too horny for my own good... As a single man, I'm a menace to society.

I Feel Like This Is It

2010-01-15T01:25:00.004-06:00

First off, I must apologize for the way my title may come off. It's not everday that I get myself worked into a mindset that I just can't help spewing 'insight' out of my brain. It may come off as trite and emo, but I'm trying my best which....

I haven't done this in a while, and oddly, I feel like a rcovering drug addict trying to porcure a normallife after treatment. This is my triumphant addicts annomous meeting that I can talk to others who know I've had these problems and I know whta it's like to rip myself away. Of course, this isn't one of those meetings, and it's quite presumptous for me to say that my problems are anything like yours, and yours anything like mine. But I feel, nevertheless, like I've admitted to somehting, and am letting it all pour out of me for the good of the whole. If you don't read this, I understand. This is for me.

I am, at my best, a person who cannot be 'described'. I've got mountains of opinions, all of which, don't mean a thing if you disagree. They are, at the ends of ends, just opinions, but nevertheless, I hold true to them. I try my best to base my opinions on concrete analysis' that may take me seconds, weeks, months, even years to establish. And no, I'm not saying I've got firm grasps on any of it. I'm not claiming that at all... Most tihngs in my life, in this world, I may never make sense of. But then again, it's not my job to. I get so worked up in being everywhere and trying to effect everyone, that I forget just what it is I'm looking at (Case and point, I think I segwayed about three times in the past paragraph with little to no rhyme or reason. Sorry).

Lately, and like many of us from time to time, have felt quite bipolar really... One second I will be so happy, being myself and loving... well life... the next second (yes, it happens that fast) I am depressed, and I just can't take it any more. I've been up and down so many times in the past month, I've really begun to think that I may have some sort of problem. i just can't seem to keep
things straight in my mind any more. Who are the people I truly care for, and how do I care for them? Are they friends, family, co-workers, lovers, significant others, or even perfect strangers? They've all seemed to meld and mesh and I can't seem to tell them apart. It's as though I love and despise them all at the same time, and cannot differentiate them unless I make example of one to see how that effects the others...

There's so many things I try my best not to admit to. The people I like, the people I dislike, my true feelings about everything. It's like I can't let anything outside without it causing a wave that washes over all those closest to me and potentially destroy what I have with them. God, even now, I don't know what I'm building up to with this. I know this must sound horribly depressed and the low of the low, but I'm not sad right now. I just want to know the answers really. You know, we walk around so confused, so disconnected, when all we really need are the answers. But we've become so distached with the answers because they hurt us or scared us, that we completely forget the questions.

I'm sorry, I can't seem to find my focal point here. I don't think I ever really had one I guess... I just came back to the one place that I felt free. Free to open up, and not be so afraid of what might happen. I don't think I even knew what that meant until it was 'torn away' from me. I just want it back. Not my blog per se, but the innocense. The amount of things wrong in this world are mind crippling, and that's without the emotional heartache we all put each other through. I just feel that I am but one in many, and despite what I do to see you smile, I am never going to change the world. It's because of this that I can't answer my own questions... Why are we not just trying to be...happy? It's like we put ourselves through so much just to come out with nothing. There are just so many things right now that could cause my own, as well as others happiness, but they just don't see it. Am I wrong? I can not bring myself to say that I am, in all honesty, a bad person, but then why am I so tempted to cause others pain?

We all seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Maybe I am depressed. Maybe I'm just saddened by the fact that I don't have that one thing I'm looking for... Or, maybe it's just that I, much like everyone, doens't honestly know what it is I'm looking for... All I know is that I want someones hand to hold while I'm looking for it... I'm sorry I'm going on and on about all of this.

I know this next part will come off as very, very one sided, but I wish people could just see things my way. It's like if people saw things my way, we could agree, and if we agree, we wouldn't argue, and if we don't argue we may... just... be... happy...

Maybe I'm just wrong. And maybe, it is as I said it was... that my opinions truly don't matter because they are only opinions, and opinions are only personal...

I will end this all here, and refuse to put you through any more written torture. I will leave you with one 'insightful' tidbit of what I was going to post as my status at 1am but the ever powerful Facebook Nazi said it was too long:

"thinks that when people write out lists of the 'perfect man', or the 'perfect woman', they are only setting themselves up for unmet and unrealistic expectations. Women: Edward Cullen doesn't exist. No man will ever be the 'bad boy', and still be the cute charming man that you say you're looking for, and if he is, call his bluff. It's an act. Men: Going after a a woman who is 'hot', and will put out, likely won't have a clue who you are as a person, and despite your rough exterior is something you do look for. Emotions aren't a weakness, don't be afraid to admit to them. Stop looking for these attributes to check off of some list and look around you. Stop looking for signs of grandeur, and focus more on how two people may benefit from each others happiness... Relationships aren't a science, they're an art form. Paints can mix, change, and alter perceptions. Numbers never will. (sorry for the rant at 1 in the morning >.<...)"

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2009-09-27T23:43:00.000-05:00

There's something seriously wrong with me. I'm an unstable individual...

Hooray For Me!

2009-09-25T14:12:00.003-05:00

In a time where I've been feeling lost and a little out of it, I've still managed to keep on myself about things I need to get done. For example: I finished The Ultimates 1 & 2 today, I finished my architecture model, I'm almost done with my Urban Planning essay (due Thursday next week), all I need left to do is study Psych (test Monday), I need to make a digital model of my physical model (also due Thursday), and a plan and section plan of my model. Easily accomplished... I hope. Either way, I'm pretty psyched for finishing things today, as well as having somewhat of a plan for the other things I need to finish.

Plus, I got some Tales done Wed. night with the guys, and we're hopefully doing some more Sat. night once I'm done with work (ugh, I've got twenty hours of work this weekend...).

One more thing I'll press on before I go (>.< style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs48/f/2009/227/3/7/Life_Starts_Now_Album_Cover_by_psychopath94.jpg">

Shit... I Don't Know!

2009-09-23T11:59:00.002-05:00

Why do I even bother...

So, I've still got a reasonable chunk of time left to my day, but I figured I'd blog now and get it out of my way...

Here we go. After having taken both pysh classes this morning, I've discovered that they overlap quite a bit, that I have some impending tests, and that I feel like a jackass when I take naps in them... Yeah.

On a different note, I'm currently watching the season premiere of Heroes. I'm so excited :)!!! Now, if only Andrew could get our season 2 DVD back, and season 3 would stop costing so much... My Heroes addiction is all coming back to me like a Vietenamse prostitute who 'love me long time'. I did however pre-order season 4 of HIMYM via Amazon (I'm Amazon.com's bitch). Aaaaand, because the free shipping super saver eligible only counts for purchases $25 or more (And season 4 cost 24.99 (fuck you almighty system!!!)) I also bought Superman/Batman: Public Enemies (I'm a raging addict!).

I also finished reading InterWorld. It was okay. I mean, it was sort of a guilty pleasure fun read than anything else. The afterword was also really cool. I know that sounds lame, me praising the afterword of a novel rather than the book itself, but Gaiman seems to enjoy these little afterword tidbits. Nevertheless, an enjoyable book, that, oddly enough, reminded me of Mrs. Vogt. I don't know what it was about it... It just reminded me of highschool homeroom all over again...

Well, Heroes just ended and I'm a slave once more... But alas, I must finish up here and get to work on my architecture assignment. Toodles!

Break.

2009-09-22T16:13:00.004-05:00

I thought blogging would be a better use of my time than twiddling my thumbs (It's harder than it looks!)

So, in other news, Three Days Grace just released their newest cd today, entitled Life Starts Now (TDG website). Currently, I'm listening to it stream via their website. I must say (and mind you, I've only gotten through the first three songs (lol)) So far, it's mediocre. Their first single, Break, is good, but I can't help but feel it's more poppy than their previous releases. I guess I'll just have to cross my fingers for the rest of the cd. One more note on this album, is that I'm kinda thinking about purchasing their crazy huge bundle thingy from their website... But it r expensive... So, being morally opposed to making large purchases right now, I think I'm gonna ultimately pass on that... YAAAAAAARR!!!

Anyways, today is a pretty dreary day, and despite the fact that it's not even 5 (at the time of writing this) I feel like I've had a mind-numbingly long day... I don't know what it is... I just feel like this day is crawling...

I actually met up with my cousin today on campus. Ben and I met him in the Union and we all had lunch together... It was a pretty short encounter, but this is the first time he and I have hung out since school started. It was odd trying to just play catch up with him, so I'm hoping he and I will hang out some more while we both waste our lives away on campus. Plus, I may need a place to crash once my architecture projects start getting bigger, and I start spending late nights on campus (he says his suite mates are never there... so that'll work out).

And continuing on from there (I almost missed class because of this sucker!). Anyways, I finished off my school day (Urban planning... yhuck!) and was glad to have it all done. However, Urban Planning was reasonably interesting today because we had a guest lecturer. He was a big black guy that reminded me of Samuel L. Jackson. He was badass and actually made laws governing planners mildly entertaining. Regardless, I was glad to get home, and even more glad that the pimp of a bus driver drove me to my door because it was raining (pretty lightly at that time, but regardless). While at home, I ate (a meatloaf samich), finished rewatching season 3 of HIMYM, and read a good sized portion of The Ultimates (I finished Book 1). I feel like I've accomplished a lot, but when it comes to school... I'm pushing off all of my responsibilities... So long as I get it all done right?

WELL ISN'T THAT JUST GREAT FOR YOU! WHY DON'T YOU CHOKE AND DIE YOU PIECE OF...

2009-09-20T20:55:00.002-05:00

No, that title has nothing to do with this post or how I'm feeling... just a spot of fun...

So, I've still got some work to do, maybe some reading, and I did want to get to bed reasonably early tonight, so I'm gonna breeze through this weekend like shit in a pigeon (terrible analogy)

So, Friday, I skipped my psych discussion, worked on my Architecture model, then went to a Brewers game. At said game, I brought the Ultimates Omnibus with me, and was the coolest kid reading the thousand page graphic novel before the game started. The Brewers won. However, baseball is very boring, and my mom is embarassing, so I spent a lot of time texting Maddie, who came into town for the weekend.

That brings me to Saturday. Maddie came to my house in the morning to say hello. We said hello. Then she offered to drive me to work if I went to Pick n Save with her. Upon leaving Pick n Save, Pat and Holly drove up. This interaction was awkward considering 'current events' and the fact that Maddie didn't tell anyone she was in town 'cept for me... but the only reason she was in town is because one of her kitties is sick (I'm not even a cat person, and this is cruching news :( KITTY!!!). So, then I went to work. After work I went to Kiwis for a few hours. Then I went to Maddie's. We watched the Boy in the Stripped Pajamas. Nazis are douchbags. The movie wasn;t as sad as I'd been told it was... it was predictable and wasn;t built up correctly. We started Corpse Bride, and I fell asleep.

Sunday, I woke up, and walked home. Ate, then went to work again. Work was lame, way too long, and filled with the crazies who only seem to show up on Sundays. After work, I went into the fitness center and got a work out in. Basically, it's like this: I've got a nice non-douche kind of personality mkaing me the 'sweet' and 'cute' kind of guy. Which I greatly preffer over most other options (i r not want 2 b a dick :-0). So, the way I see it, is if I were to bulk up and look more like the 'typical muscular' type of guy, yet retained a decent personality, that I would pwnzr most of the competition... Now all I need to do is talk to people, and I'm set...

I'M GONNA STOP HERE BECAUSE I'M BUSY WHOLALALALALALALA!!!!!!

Shift

2009-09-17T19:32:00.002-05:00

I don't feel like I'm moving on... I know I'm moving, but it seems more like horizontal shifts than any sort of forward motion. There's so many little things I'm keeping track of and watching, that it really doesn't seem like any of them amount to anything... I have yet to take any tests this semester (2 quizzes, but they were online), paper due the 1st of Oct., and a project due on Monday... And yet I feel like... I'm not doing anything... At least nothing worth mentioning... nothing important...

Whatever, the semester just started *tear*.

I really want to work more with 3D images, photoshops, and animations... I dabbled quite a bit in Blender over the summer, but now that I'm taking a Digital Modeling class for architecture... I really want to get into it some more... The only downside is that these little side projects and hobbies take way too much time and attention (at least if I want them to look good...). It's sorta bothersome... I wish I knew some more people willing to learn how to animate and such and we could just make some cool looking shit in our free time. Unfortunately, most of my friends don't have the attention spans, or artistic confidence needed to power you through long ass processes like these... Shit, who am I kidding, it's not like I have the attention span either... True, I know how to use most of these programs, but I don't have the motivation to stick to it to finish something cool looking (Take for instance "9" the short film... it took 4 years to make... it's 10 minutes long... Fuck.) So I guess I'll settle for minor minor projects that make the few minute people around me say, "that's kinda cool... let's go do something else"...

I'm gonna stop myself here. Mainly becuase if I keep talking, I'm either going to continue bitching about school, or start talking about a few things I want to do... I guess it is my blog and I can say whatever I feel... but I don't want to deal with that many eyes rolling at me... So, fuck it... I'm gonna get the Hell off of campus, go to Ben's and play Tales of Vesperia!

As Always

2009-09-16T12:07:00.003-05:00

I don't know how I forget it every year. Somehow, whether I'm just ignoring it or not, I can never get it through my head that school will rob most of my time. I always start the year with various projects in my mind, and things I'll get done... And then school pushes all of them aside while uttering a boisterous, "Fuck you!". However, regardless of my silly assumptions and large ambition, I have [slowly] been squeezing in things I WANT to do.

For instance: I finished reading "Just Imagine Stan Lee Creating the DC Universe" vol. 1. Basically, Stan Lee wrote a bunch of stories (mainly the origins) with the title DC characters. As much as this is a fanboys wet dream, it amounts to little more than a campy book with a few laughs in it. The art was good, but story wise, it was really what you'd expect from Stan Lee (who's fucking crazy). He really 'marveled' up the characters making them much more frilly and always attacked by radiation and what not... The dialogue for the most part is really lame, and Stan's editorial notes were the worst attempt at humor I've seen since C3po in the prequel trilogy... And yet, despite the fact that they are horribly campy and undeniably lame, I'm still gonna pick up the other two volumes... Here is where I hang my head in shame.

I also finished Shaman King vol. 1 (that's right!). I really liked that series when I was younger, and when I say the first book at Half Price, I had to pick it up. I've never read the series straight through in it's entirety, so I gave myself a push to start (which I've been saying I'd do for some time now). The only down side is that there's 25 volumes... and I'm not too into manga [anymore]. I likely will end up getting the rest of the series... just don't judge me...

I'm almost done reading InterWorld, which has been entertaining thus far, even though it is a book meant for children (Gaiman still uses quite a powerful sense of writing though... He's a literary genius). Nevertheless, it goes by relatively quickly because I am not its target audience...

I still need to finish reading that pesky Resident Evil book series... I've been in the middle of the last book for months now... I just have to power read through the damn thing and get it out of the way.

The next books on my docket? The Absolute Sandman vol. 1 (I'm already half done with it), The Ultimates omnibus (it's a 900 page graphic novel... I fear for myself), and likely either finishing the Chronicles of Narnia series (I think I've only read half of the books, but have owned them all for years) or start the Lord of The Rings series (also have owned for years and never read).

It's pretty crazy... I've never been one for reading...

I also have finally set some plans for myself to FINALLY scan all of my art. Complete works, doodles, sketches... anything I find appealing to the eye (and some I don't) will be scanned and posted online. Expect updates on that soon peoples!!!

And the main thing holding me back from finishing all of this stuff now is school work (and those silly needs to want to eat and sleep)... Work (the one I get paid for) isn't all that bad because I only work on the weekends now. It's slow and I can bring homework to finish there. But despite all of my whining and bitching, school has been going pretty smoothly this semester. I'm actually doing assigned reading, writing notes, staying awake, and minding due dates and schedules. I've still got this paranoid feeling looming over me that there's a crucial piece I'm missing and one day I'm gonna show up to a class that I am completely lost/screwed/behind in... but that has yet to happen. Some courses... I'm actually ahead...

Fuck The Title

2009-09-15T13:25:00.003-05:00

Damn. I've wanted to post for the past few days now, but I've kept pushing it off until it's too late and I tell myself I'll do it the next day... Well, now, having had a few hours open up, I've got the time.

So. One thing I've wanted to do is post a few reviews of the latest energy drinks I've poisoned my body with to stay alive (Btw, I'm not as crazy as I seem. Other people do this too... However I can't post a link to it because apparently the guy stopped blogging... huh... you learn something new everyday...). The first was a generic gas station pick up: Buzzed Energy. It has a nice can, simple yet effective designs, with a nice color scheme. But the praise ends there. The drink itself tasted like a bad mix of Red Bull and Monster, yet adding to that with a syrupy quality. It wasn't good. It managed to keep me alert, but that might be because of the unpleasantness now coursing through my body. The other drink was Monster: Assault. I must say I really liked the red 'M' logo. I was always a fan of the original green one, but the red... looked so much more vicious... The camo design added to the can was useless, and the little description piece about the camo was lame (yes, I do tend to read what's printed on the cans... What? I'm a college student, I get bored...). The drink itself was pretty good. It reminded me of the Red Bull cola a little. Or like Unbound (which I'm pretty sure I never posted an actual review of). However, like other Monster drinks, and other sugary energy drinks like it... it made my teeth hurt by the end of it...

In other news I finished my architecture model on time and got some relatively positive feed back on it. Now I'm sticking to a schedule and getting more work done on campus, so I won't have to take it home and work on it at work (where I got a lot of strange comments and started a lot of odd conversations).

I also just showed up to my Psych 254 Discussion for the first time today. The discussion itself should help me out because there is a lot of topics covered in lecture, most of them dealing with things similar to what you'd see in an anatomy class (except it does more to relate that to emotions). However the class itself is thrown in the basement of a building. Its room number is B17, which makes me think of battleship every time I see it. It's a small room with hard white walls, no windows, and no clock. It's kinda scary really...

In OTHER news not related to myself. Kanye West is a dick. Why? Because he ran onstage and said Beyonce had the best video of the year. Wow. Kanye, I actually like your music but you are an egotistical maniac, who is coincidentally not Jesus. Even though I'm really not into Taylor Swift, and I could care even less about MTV, but what he did was just rude. She's 19 for God's sake and that award was likely the greatest gift anyone could have given her. Now, I haven't seen Kanye's "apology" on Jay Leno (which I've heard gets quite emotional), but I have read his blog posts, and they're pretty weak. You can tell he's only saying it to get people off of his back about it... Even 50 Cent is angry at him!!! Kanye West, you are a dick.

Then again, the same is thought of me... So I guess it's really up to the eye of the beholder...

Relapse. Prevent. Trigger. Intent. Now Drown.

2009-09-12T11:28:00.003-05:00

Well folks, the day has finally come. Ever since the conception of my blog, I knew it would come. we even jokingly said it would happen in class. But it has finally happened. Someone has gotten offended by the remarks made in my blog! DUN-DUN-DUN!!!
I must say though, I never thought it would happen like this though... After about a year of posting about my fucked up bipolar-esque emotions, troubles with work and its inhabitants, mocking insults towards friends, analogies to Speed and Speed 2, stories of my own sexual exploits (you probably don't remember any of those because they are too few and far between...), reviews of just about anything, as well as what other horrid filth I fill this thing with, I’ve finally been called out on something. What you ask? A few passing remarks and the choice of a movie.
Yes, it seems Pat has found some of comments… Untactful. And subsequently cowardice because I didn’t say them to him… After hearing his complaints, I realized they were all misunderstandings. However, I still couldn’t help feeling… what’s the right word here…wronged, because I was having words put into my mouth, and thoughts put into my head. I’ve condensed the whole argument to a few key points. He was basically upset with me and my blog because of:

1. The Fact That I Wanted To See District 9. - And? So I wanted to see District 9... So what? I still went to see G.I. Joe… Ugh! It’s a movie!… Moving on.

2. I Referred To Pat As A Stereotypical College Student. - Yeah… I honestly don’t remember calling him that (but then again that’s what I get for typing these things when Taco Bell closes… midnight or later). So I guess I could see why he’d get angry at that… And yet I still don’t see myself as TOO out of line because he and his friends were the ones that cracked out the hookah. True, they weren’t getting drunk, partying, and having promiscuous relationships, so maybe “stereotypical college student” was a bit of a harsh way of wording… What I was really driving towards was that now that I finally know some people on campus, and tried hanging out with them, all they did was sit around smoking and listening to metal music. I’m not saying they’re wrong for doing so (I’ve got this funny little thing where I don’t tell people how to live their lives), but it’s really not my scene…

3. I Said That Pat And I Weren’t Good Friends. - … This, easily being the most taken out of context line of the bunch, also has the easiest explanation. It’s simple really. I graduated from high school over a year ago. I knew tons of people from high school that I more or less lost contact with. Pat was one of them. So he and I talked/hung out… Um… Maybe three times in the past year. I’m not blaming anyone for that, don’t get me wrong, I’m just saying that I think it’s hard to call someone a good friend when you’ve talked to them so sparingly. I’ve known Holly since 6th grade, and the same would apply to her. I’d be hard-pressed to say that she’s still a good friend when we’ve kept so little contact with one another… Soooo… How am I wrong here? If Pat would like to recall, I was the one who text him the first day of class to see what he was doing. Maybe, and here’s just a thought, that if I’ve virtually fallen out of contact with a friend from high school, and have been given an opportunity to catch up and regain friendship, and have taken it… Am I still a bad person for saying that we’d lost at least part of that friendship over that past year? I didn’t think so, but it seems I left enough room for debate.

I don’t know, I still think this whole thing has been blown out of proportion… When Pat first called/text me about it, I was in class, which my not answering probably wasn’t a good sign to him. Either way, when I got out of class, I really didn’t know why he was pissed off at me until I called him and he expressed his frustration about my blog… And yeah, I get it. My blog is basically my own journal for my life where I post anything, and any time anyone reads something about themselves and it’s not ‘good’ [per se] they’re likely to get upset with me… And I would have expressed this all to him on the phone then, but me babbling like an idiot while trying to purchase my architecture supplies didn’t strike me as an appealing idea. Besides, I’d rather do it face to face anyways. He wasn’t on campus so I couldn’t do it then, but I’m really not in a big hurry to do it. I’m not pushing it off or anything, it’s just that I don’t need another thing on my list of shit stressing me out. Besides, as I’ve already stated in this blog, it’s all a misunderstanding anyways, so I don’t see it as big a deal as everyone else does… Pat, from the sound of his voice, seemed to take this as some sort of personal attack on his character, which, despite anything he may have read in my blog, couldn’t be further from the truth. To prove my point:
Here is a works document containing all of my blog posts (yeah, it’s huge). Upon using my ‘ctrl-f’ short key, and searching “Pat is a jerk and I hate him” (sorry it's so small... otherwise you could read that for yourself), works finished and the search item was not found… Because I didn’t say anything like that… Because I never meant anything like that… Case closed.

9 On The 9th Day, Of The 9th Month, Of The 9th Year, At 9 O'Clock

2009-09-10T11:36:00.003-05:00

That's right. The poster and title of the post should tell it all. The epic tale of a group of friends celebrating one of it's own's birthday.

But, let's take a few steps back for now. First, I got up (which has been strange. My sleep pattern during the summer was atrocious, but I've been doing quite well this semester [so far]). I fucked up my oatmeal, so I had some truly bad mush for breakfast. I still ate it all because I knew it would all I've got to eat till lunch. I was ready and out the door a little early. I waited at the bus stop for a while, all while dreading the decision to wear my hoodie. It was already warm enough not to wear it, and I knew the day was only set to get warmer. The next stop, Steve was waiting... a long with like 30 other people. Even after that stop there were a few people standing... great, the next stop is gonna be fun... And it was. Steve and I watched as more and more people piled into the bus together, packing quite tight to fit everyone. But Steve and I had seats, so it was all good. We talked until we got to campus, where I pushed my way at the first stop (I really wanted to get off at the second stop, but I say an oppurtunity to get through, so I took it). My morning more or less consisted all of my psych classes which I was able to get through swimmingly with the aid of my good energy drink friends.

Today's pick was an AriZona Pomegranite Green Tea Energy Drink. I must say, I was really looking forward to trying this bad boy, because it mixed my favorite drinks: Tea (which AriZona is one of my favorite brands to begin with), and Energy Drinks. The pomegranite was really just icing on the cake for me. The drink was good (a lot better than Amp's energy tea). It was nice blend of tea, and energy kick so that neither taste was overpowering the other. The pomegranit wasn't all too prominent. It tasted more like AriZona's apple tea than it did the pomegranit. Nevertheless, I liked it. As for the energy, it had 80 mg of caffiene, and all that taurine and vitamins and crap, but it wasn't very carbonated. This seems a new trend in the "better" energy drinks to make it less bubbly, and thus making it seem less "energy drinky" for those who would otherwise not drink energy drinks (I think... I'm no marketer... They're the scum of the Earth).

I then went to my studio to waste some time unitl my actual studio time. I ate, then started doodling for my assignment. I made some progress before I had to go downstairs for lecture. Lecture in essence went through everything our project was supposed to be and what it wasn't supposed to be. Sooooo... I threw out my old idea, and adapted my ideas to fit the correct criteria. I also spent most of my time on Facebook chat talking to Maddie and Karliesa. I found out that Maddie was going to see 9 too, but she was going with her friend Nathan, because he was the only one who was willing to go. Long story short, she's starting to see why no one really likes him... Which is, believe me, a good thing. When it was finally time to get out of there, I nearly ran out. It's not that I dislike that class, but it was the fact that I was there for too long and just wanted to go home.

I waited for the bus for awhile before it finally came. I was almost absent minded enough to forget to flash my I.D. before stepping on the bus (I was on the phone), but I remembered and whipped it out before I looked too stupid. That bus ride... was interesting. (Note, for anyone (I doubt there will be) who doesn't know the local road layout, this will make little to no sense). So Ou ride started and went along fine until we went the wrong way before ramping on to I-43. Immediately the older woman, the mom, went to the front of the bus to have a chat with the bus driver. The woman infront of me (she was a cutie) turned around and said, "leave it to the mom to see what the problem is". My response, "that's what they're there for...". Turns out there was an accident, and insted of taking an hour or more on a backed up freeway, the driver made an improvised route to Green Bay Rd.. That went fine for a little while before Green Bay started getting congested because of all of the road construction. So agian, the bus driver wasn't gonna stand for it. He improvised yet again and took us all over to Teautonia (I'm pretty sure my spelling on that is still wrong...). It was so badass. Others were either laughing or a bit nervous, but I thought it was great. It was my story for the day. So we finally pulled into town, albiet it may have been a fuck ugly route. We still beat Steve's bus though (he was stuck on I-43 lololololololololol!!!). So I got home, and what was waiting for me? The Ultimates Omnibus. An 880 page graphic novel. One of the few Marvel novels I have, is now one of my most epic (However, nothing will knock the Absolute Sandman over as the MOST epic). I was quite stoked for that, even if I felt bad that I couldn't start reading it. I caught a quick supper (by that time I was really fucking hungry), and then hoped on the 12 to Kiwi's house. From there I learned of the failure that is Catherine. She opted out of the movie last minute because she learned it would be a few bucks cheaper when Steve was going on the weekend. Bitch. So we were now down to one vehicle. Ben's. So me, Kiwi, Jake, Ben, Smerz, and Beau and were in Ben's car. After stopping at Pick n' Save/Factory card outlet to pick up some party hats and party blowers, we were on our way. Then we hit a detour. Fuck. Then the detour dissapered. Fuck. Then we were surrounded by white people. Fuck. Then Jake gave fucked up directions. Fuck. But, somehow, if by the grace of some higher power, we got there barely on time. We met Sante in the theater, and enjoyed our movie.

9. The movie is basically about 9 dolls fighting robots. And it's one of the few CG movies rated pg-13. It wasn't a kids movie by any means, but I also think it's probably better for kids than most other pg-13 movies (no abrassive language, just action and loud noises). First, let me start be saying that the CG animation was FUCKING AMAZING! This movie was one of the few that I give enough credit that it, without any doubt, could compete with the Likes of The One And Only. There was only one instance where I did notice repeating textures, and some of the backgrounds seemed semi-flat. But still... Fucking amazing... The character designs and art direction I liked from the first time I saw the trailer. I loved the character models for #1-9, the robots looked creative and imaginative, and the explosions and constant glowing greens offered a lot of nice contrasts. Plus the over-all Burton-esque dark gloomyness of the flick just seemed awesome in CG. Another high point to the film was it's messages. The metaphors in that movie run rampant and make so many comments, critiques and flat out jabs at our society, the world at large, and the troubles faced with being human. There were big, all encompasing messages, small subtle messages, and some you could really just find personal meanings and interpretations. I liked that about the movie because it really made it obvious what this movie was all about. Putting a story to a message. However, my own real problem came in with the plot itself. As a mesage, as a metaphor, it worked perfectly, but as a film... it fell short... It seemed rushed with a lot of minor problems that caused it to fall short of its full potential. The pacing of the movie seemed sloppy, and the character devolopment well... there wasn't much character development to speak of... Overall, it is still an enjoyable film, and worth a watch just to see the animation alone.

After the movie, we hung around the theater being general nuisances, and annoyances to any and all employees. When we finally left the theater, we did the same thing out in the parking lot... only louder. But we finally left, found our way back into Brown Deer, and one by one dispurssed. Happy Birthday Kiwi. It was a fun time!

I Can't Wait To Be Addicted

2009-09-08T15:53:00.004-05:00

There it is. The impulse. I need it. It can't be ignored, you can hear it screaming. I need it. I need it. I need it!

I'm of course talking about blogging, and the fact that I'm getting back into the habit of posting once a day, and writing whenever I've got the time. It feels... It feels good! So much power!

Anyways, I'd first like to say that I saw too much of myself in this video, and the song has been stuck in my head all day. I don't know what it is about it... but I can't stop humming along with it all day... Gotta' love a good cover.

In other news, I spent the morning cleaning my living room with my mom. I actually woke up this morning at 8 (despite the lack of any real reason), and really had nothing to do until about 2, when I'd leave for class. I wanted to read for a while, but my mom's crusade to clean out her stuff (which angered me, because I don't know where she wants things and what she wants to keep...) took a majority of my time while home. I finally left the house to go to my Urban Planning discussion (yes, I had a discussion before a lecture). Ben and I were trying to get some plans together for later via text (yeah... I'm as shocked as you are... He and I seem to text one another a lot now... Weird.). After some communication ebtween us, a half hour bus ride, then a small talk in the cafeteria area, we set plans for more gaming later tonight. As happy as I am that we're sticking to Vesperia and trying to Juggernaut our way through it, I did plan on going home right after classes today. I've got two reasons why I would like to go home tonight: 1. Because right now I'm fucking starving, I've got another class at 4:30, and then I'm going straight to Ben's (and I'd rather not use his house for gaming and foods... Makes me look like a dick...) and 2. Because I'm gonna have a really fucking long day tomorrow. Wake up at 7, class by 9, classes all day till 5, home, eat, Kiwi's then go see "9" at 9 (yeah... that's right). Luckily, Thursdays don't start for me until like 4... But gaming should be good... assuming I can get some food in my tummy :(

Tales Of A Week On The Fritz

2009-09-07T23:06:00.003-05:00

Bloggin'. Yeah.

Hey. Me again. So, because school this semester started on a Wednesday, and the very next week contained a holiday (oh yeah, happy Labor Day), my schedule has been very screwed up. I ended up having to not show up to any classes on Thursday, or Friday. It was nice to have the days off, don't get me wrong, it's just that I need to be able to sink into my schedule... I'm not getting any sink time! And because of Labor Day, I'm losing more sink time! Take for instance tomorrow. Normally, my first class of the day is at noon, but it's a discussion class, and I don't have to show up. So I'm not gonna get a full week until the third week of the semester... Time to adjust...

There may be one good thing coming from my not having to be on campus at noon however. You see, now I don't have to head on over to campus till like 3. This way, I'm able to get the mail before I leave. Why is this important? Because my books are in the mail!!! And we're back to my having beef with Labor Day. NO MAIL ON HOLIDAYS!!! UPS can suckle on my cock...

Plus, after my school books, I ordered The Ultimates Omnibus. Now, I'm more of a DC kinda guy myself, however I was always a fan of collaborations between the Marvel universe characters. Regardless of my preferences, they've got quite an extensive list of characters and mythos. Why not celebrate that with something as massive as The Ultimates?

So, this weekend has also been interesting. Saturday: Work. At work, Becca gave me my first Red Bull ever. It's hard to believe that I've tried so many random energy drinks, but I've never had just plain Red Bull. The verdict? I liked it. It obviously kicked like an energy drink, it wasn't overly carbonated, and it had a nice berry taste. However, I do disagree with Kiwi with the fact that the can, in my opinion, is too small. I'd rather have the full size energy drink. Then again, I just may have a roaring caffeine addiction that will likely sear the bonds of friends, family, and those closest to me... ... ... ... ...After work, Jake and I walked to Steve's, ended up sitting outside of Walgreens talking for quit awhile. Then we all piled into the car, drove to Pick n' Save, bought some soda and bosses and had a little picnic... Yeah, so the 'picnic' was basically me, Coop, Steve, Catherine and Andrew sitting behind my house in the parking lot... It was still entertaining. And then, of course, that douche bag mother fucker who lives in the complex nextdoor started bitching that we were there... At least he didn't call the cops this time...

Sunday: Work. Again. After work Ben came to get Andrew and I. We went back to his place, which contained it's own adventure. In route to Ben's dad's house, we say this vintage VW hippy van driving in front of us. And due to our signature bad judgement, we told Ben to speed up beside him, and blast the radio. What song happened to be play? This. And how were we dancing? Like this. He laughed and surely thought it was epic. Almost as epic as. This. Fun times. After that song, this came on, just adding to the awesomness. When we finally arrived at Ben's Dad's, we immediately busted out Tales of Vesperia and started playing. We're all "Tales" fans and wanted to play through the adventure together. And as much as I know I've got school and work, the allure of an RPG as massive as that, just brings it all back. No matter how many hours I clock [or don't clock] in for, I am, and will always be: a gamer.

Today, didn't really go as I had originally planned. Basically, I ended seeing G.I. Joe and eating at Unos with a bunch of people... It was fun enough, but I always find something to complain about. Well, first off, I ended up sharing some pizza with Joe (who's still not high on my "people I wanna hang out with list"). I was hard core craving some grilled chicken pizza yesterday, so despite the fact that I already ate supper before going with them I was happy. Plus we were able to buy cheaper movie tickets from them, than if we were to go to the theater to pick them up (random...). We were going to either see "Gamer", or "District 9". I was hard core trying to get everyone in agreement for "District 9", which we would have gone to, but Holly doesn't like gore (WHAT ACTION MOVIE DOESN'T HAVE GORE?!?!?! TELL ME?!?!?!). Okay, I'm okay. I'm just glad we didn't see "Gamer" or the new choice of "500 Days of Summer". I really still don't even know what 500 days is about, I just didn't want to see some sappy romantic comedy chick flick with them... it would have made me feel lonely and pretty well left out. We ended up seeing G.I. Joe, which I guess I did wanna see, although I have heard some atrocious reviews of it. It was a fun movie. Mindless action with a few decent lines of dialouge thrown in there to spice things up. The performance by almost every actor and actress in the movie was spotty. It would go from mundane, to a few scenes above average, then to something really... bad... The plot was lame, but in it's defense... It's G.I. Joe. Much like Transformers 2, I will stick up for the lameness... just look at the source material!!! The effects in it were massive. Almost the whole movie was CG, and as much as an artist who's been dabbling in computer animation, I can respect... I don't know, at the same time, it urkes me. The more I see it, the less I can do to stop it... More and more I can see, it's all buisness... You think there was anybody working on this film that really stopped to think "This will be important. What we're doing is unique. It's special. It means somehting". Not likely. The movie was a buisness venture only out to make money with marketing, merchandising and franchising... I guess it's just getting to me more and more lately. Sorry if I'm just coming off as some beatnick hippy college student here, but if you look, you'll see it too...

Anywho, I'm up to late. You know, when you're tired, but still awake and your throat starts to hurt? Yeah, I'm at that point right now. Okay, good night!

First Day Back

2009-09-03T23:24:00.003-05:00

Yes, it is True. Yesterday, I started my sophomore year of college. That means that the summer is over, and the grind begins once again.

The night before I tried going to bed at a reasonable hour, however, like all nights before a big day, I can't get any sleep. I just psych myself so much because I have to get sleep. So I grabbed a few hours before waking up at 7am (which I think I've done twice in the past 4 months...). I got up and it all came back to me. Eating breakfast, getting dressed, packing a lunch etc. etc.... I also took a shot of my Taiwanese energy drink to keep me going. I walked to the bus stop and pulled out my phone to check the time... huh... I missed the bus. Damn... That's not a good start to the semester... So I walked to the next stop to kill some time. Once there I only waited a few minutes before Steve pulled in. I walked to the van and we chatted until the bus came. We rode the bus and talked about random shit.

Once we were a few blocks away from campus, I felt it. That bottomless feeling in your tummy. I was nervous, anxious, scared, and angry. It all just hit me, and I suddenly did not feel like going back to school at all... I knew the feeling would pass, so I got off the bus and pressed on to class. My first class: Physiology of Behavior. Even from the first day of class I could tell that it's going to be a bitch. The subject is difficult, the workload is no joke, and the professor is unsympathetic, but all things considered I still like the class [for now at least]. I really find any sort of psychological study very interesting... If I was in anyway interested in a career in the field, I'd likely take it. So we took some notes and then class ended. I had some free time, so I decided to wander about until my next class.

My next class, Pysch 101, was not what I expected. It's held in Bolton 150, which is the largest lecture hall on campus, and the professor is terrible. He actually went over what a scan tron sheet was and how tests on them are taken... As if I haven't taken dozens of tests before on them... Then he went on to droll about other common sense type stuff before opening up the floor to questions. Most questions made me cringe. I was appalled by the ignorance filling the room. But it, like all classes, did end. After that I had plenty of time to waste before my next class.

So I text Pat asking where he was and if he wanted to hang out. I met up with him by his dorm. He was with one of his dorm buddies listening to some "metal" music. I'm not a fan, but we were just gonna be talking anyways. So we talked, mainly about college stuff. He and his friend were both smoking. I was there for a good half an hour before another dorm buddy drove up. This one, set to take their already bothersome smoking to the next level, brought a hookah with him. Now, I am an open minded individual who believes that everyone should experience new things in their lives and that the key to everything is really just moderation... However, I did not feel like smoking at this time. I have, never from a hookah, but regardless. I was told it was healthier than a cigarette, which I didn't doubt, but I'm still not a smoker. I've smoked when I'm depressed and just want to get away. Not when I'm a fuckhole stereotype college student. It was around this time that I realized, my previous assumptions that I would be hanging out with Pat a lot more on campus or in the dorms, was pretty well debunked. I don't, and never really had, too big a problem with Pat. Although we've never been good friends, he's also done nothing truly wrong to me, but I really don't feel like associating myself with his whole gang there. I may sound like a dick... but who the fuck cares? I'm really not into anything he is, so whatever. It's nothing really against him... we just don't click.

So then I went to my next class. My first Architecture class to ever be in the Architecture building!!! As i was waiting outside of my class, the class prior to mine was released. And who should I see coming out from it. Liz, a HOT AS HELL coworker who has a generally decent personality to match her beauty. In the short fleeting conversation I had with her she confessed she didn't know I was a student and that she didn't know I was an Archy major. Unfortunately (fortunately for the front of pants) she told me she wasn't an archy major, just had a class in the building. I also found out she was a senior, which bothered me because, it lowered my already decrypted chances of ever being with her... After she left, I also ran into Alex. Basically, he's a douche from my Highschool who I'd really rather never see again... He told me that he thought I stopped eating. Dumbass. My archy class was pretty boring before we were finally taken up to our studio space. I was/still am excited over the fact that I now have my own studio space. I wasn't happy that I had to drop $300 for supplies, but we move on. I set up my desk while talking to Maddie on Facebook (Yeah, I felt cool talking to people in my studio). I then got my own keys to enter the building and studio after hours (is it sad that I already have sexual fantasies involving after hours in studio?). After that. It was time for home. I had successfully gotten through my first day. It'll be interesting to see how these classes pan out, and how well I think of my major and such after this semester is over.

Why Do You Get All The Love In The World?

2009-08-28T15:38:00.006-05:00

(The title of this post is more or less the 'title' of the 'poem' at the end. More than that however, it was the title of a song I was listening to before typing)

So much to report, so much to report, so much to report. First let me start by saying yesterday, was a very good day. For some time now (as if it wasn't hard to tell through a few of my previous posts) I've been, for lack of a better term, depressed. It was like I was this shinning light, there for anybody to take, but it seemed like I was more so being raped with no remorse, and no appreciation. And the more I noticed it, the more I tried pushing it away. I tried this, albiet, unseccesfully, until I finally cracked and couldn't take it any more. I don't want to be who I am. I don't like the small, weak nice guy who lets people push him around and lets people take advantage of him. So, I didn't. I FINALLY put my foot down and said enough. I was sick of being everyone's personal lapdog ready to obey at any command. I understand I'm the nice guy and people came to expect that, and although I'm still a kind being, it's the fact that all of that came as so expected.

Now, when I'm at work and such, I really see no point in telling people, "I was a push over, but now I'm not", because that would be stupid. Things like work and school, I'm just going to change. But things with people around me, they may need to know why. So, for the person I told this face to face with it was... well... lets just say a shock.

there were tears, awkward silences, and comments that really went no where (all of which, I didn't let affect me). It took us a while, but we finally left to run some errands. Pick n' Save was a fun stop. I ended up getting some energy drinks (Yuck, Monster! Oh well... I need to review them as well as get the cans. Speaking of reviews, I'm gonna touch on that later...), some sushi, and some spring rolls. Yes, I willingly got sushi. They were just there, and I had a craving. That was of course after my random craving for cake (I was just gonna buy a big cake). So we finally left, and I spent way too much money. I also say a coworkers daughter in there when we were leaving. She was with her grandparents so I really didn;t want to go up and talk to a five year old infront of people who didn't know me... I don't want my name being put on some kind of list... So we left and decided we should stop to eat.

We ended up stopping at Doctors Park [after a quick stop by The Witches House]. This isn't the first time we've gone to Doctors park together, the first time was actually a cute little surprise for me. Yes, it was a surprise. I was even ordered to close my eyes. Anyways, we walked down to the beach and ate. we also scared some teenagers off. There were two teenagers on a blanket... And as soon as they saw people... they shit right up... then moved their blanket away... LOL!

So we ate and talked, talked and ate, then got up and started strolling the beach... I was shown some select spots, before we finally had to turn around and head back. She dropped me off at home where I actually, get this, got some reading done! Yeah... I know...

A few hours later she came back to pick me up (Yeah, we had an odd shedule going...). I went back to her house to offer some computer help (My laptop pwns the shit out of her Frankencomputer!). And much like the last time, I ended up staying till like 2 in the morning before finally getting a ride home.

I would like to think of myself as a man with honor, so I will respectfully glaze over this piece in the puzzle. My head was in the clouds, and all I know is I'm going to miss her.

The next morning was the best I'd ever had.

Work was gay. That's all you're gonna get because it pissed me off... A lot.

Then we all went to Kiwi's for Sci-Fi movie night (Fuck you Siffy!!! You betrayed your fanbase!). We missed the movie we really wanted to see, and they didn't re-air it, so we just had some crappy movies on as background noise [and hot chicks in bikinis]. we had a lot of good food too... Yum! Boss subs, chicken nuggets, some stir-fry, and Gardettos (fuck the spelling mistake... I'm lazy). I also tried Amps new sugar free. Wow. I must say I was impressed, and not just because it was sugar-free, but because it was genuinly good! It was fruity and boubly. I really liked it. No one could really place what it tasted like, but it tasted good.

That reminds me: reviews. My blog has really lacked that side of things. I don't think I've given a review of movies, music, energy drinks or whatever stupid shit I'd like to give my two cents on... So, I promise to strengthen my scathing reviews. Sorry!

Poem:

"As I relinquish my hope, the last piece of me dissapears behind a cloud of wretched screams.

Knuckles bruised, ribs cracked, and the metallic taste in my mouth won't go away. My head is miles away from my shoulders, my eyes are unable to focus. I am beside myself watching it fall. The cuts mean nothing. The pain isn't even there. I've become everything I've ever hated.

And I love it."

I Dislike Myself (Nice Guys).

2009-08-25T10:15:00.002-05:00

You ever wonder why nice guys finish last? It's because we are weak, selfless, and shy people who are constantly letting others walk all over them. we don't stand up for ourselves, because we're not looking to make ourselves happy. We put so many people before us, that we likely never even get the slight chance to express what we want. Often times our generosity consumes us to the point where we can not say no, and we are taken advantage of. It's abuse to the kind person. A mental, and physical abuse we choose to ignore. To press on because complaining just isn't our style. And yet, we are taken for granted. Too easily does the nice person become a two-bit circus act, only around to give other people their jollys. And that's what we soon become: A service. No longer human, we become an act. Something that be called upon, relied on, and incapable of opinion.

It pains me constantly to see myself let this happen. Time and time again, I often can;t hear over the deafening voice screaming inside of my head. It's telling me to stop. Stop, listening, stop obeying, and stop giving in. It wants me just to push it all over, and show people everything they don't want to see: That the service still has a voice.

Still, I ignore it. The voice pounding my head like a starved animal. I ignore it in the speck of hope that it's wrong, that what I'm doing is still the right choice. If I listened, there's no going back, and that continually frightens me, even more than my chosen of servitude. Fear controls every action I make. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense. I'm afraid of every emotion in my head, and every rivaling emotion in the minds of others. And who's to say my emotions are more important than those of any others? They're not. In the widest of spectrum's, myself and my problems are minute. Infinitesimally small. So I focus on the big picture. I help other people.

Thus returning me to the source of my problems.

Is their really any solution? Any answers? Anyway to change my position in life that suits not only myself, but those closest around me? No. The answer is a short, simple, and unanimous no. So I continue on, living the life that serves so many, yet only serves to drive me towards insanity. And I guess it is my place, since even in my best consortedt effort, there's really no way of changing me. I am who I am. And I'll just have to wait like every other nice guy.

Screamin' Like A Bitch

2009-08-17T23:29:00.003-05:00

Sorry for not posting as much anymore... I swear I'm still alive (that's up for debate), I just don't update as much as I should.

Life right now... has been muddled. I've got so many things I've been trying to work on and finish before the end of summer that I end up getting nothing done! There's so many artistic projects I need to finish, and so many movies, cds, books, and games I want to get through! And I KNOW that as soon as school starts... those things will disappear (well, books may stay... but not the ones I'd like to read). So yeah... school's quickly approaching, and it seems that new problems have opened up because of this...

Well, not so much for me, but here we go. Andrew, my brother, will NOT be returning to school for reasons simple described to me as: He is not allowed to finish... WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?

Things like that (especially after I had just gotten off of work where I've seemingly put up with enough stupidity and ignorance) really piss me off... People are so fucking dumb, and I'm sick of living in a society with them! God... We in this country have hit such self-centered desperation that we succumb to any savage or criminal activity... FOR LITTLE TO NO FUCKING REASON! I hate people SO much! It's nothing perosnal, I just don't see any reason to hold faith in others because they are so pathetic!

Sorry. I do that from time to time.

In other news, I FINALLY saw Transformers 2 last night. I went with two friends from work: Becca, and Theresa. It was fun going to a movie with them, cuz I've never really done anytihng with coworkers outside of work (not including Becca's going away party). We had to go to Mayfair after work because it was the only theater in the area playing it still. So our movie was at 9:25, and we knew going in ahead of time that we'd get out around midnight. However, having just come back from Africa a little over a week ago, Becca was still jet-lagged, and took a little nap in the middle of the movie. Theresa has already seen the movie, but was still as giddy as a child before, during, and after the movie: "IT'S SOOO ACTION PACKED!". I liked it. Honestly, I liked it. So many times I'd heard that the plot was terrible and the comedy was subpar with a lot of the jokes missing their marks. Personally, I thought it was funnier than the first, but it did still had those things where you're kinda thinking, "This... really shouldn't be here... Kids aren't watching this, stop being so lame!". But you're never really deturred from the movie too much. The plot however does have random, and at times, unnesecary twists and turns (only so many people can "die", then come back to life in the most sappy ways possible). The action was just kick ass, and the graphics were nothing short of amazing. My best advice for the movie, was that they add an etra hour, and then split it in half. That way, they would be able to pace everything a little better, and give you more than a few frames to get to know some 40 odd robots... But it was fun... I enjoyed it.

A... Umm... Yeah, you... a... and then... so... FUCK YOU, I'M DONE!

I Pound My Head Until The Green Jello Comes Out!

2009-08-08T23:10:00.001-05:00

Here at work. Boring Saturday with next to no one here, no one needing any of my assistance and over 6 and half hours left to go. Usual Saturday. And with on one really here, this place feels so still and cold. All I really do is sit here… I know what you’re probably thinking, that it’s free money for me, and it is… but at what cost? I work every weekend, no ifs ands or buts. And if I do try and get off, forget about it! No one wants to come in over their weekend… It’s the weekend! (WHY IS IT SO COLD???). Anywho, now I’ve got nothing to do, and close to 7 hours to do it. I brought reading material with me, but until 5, there’s people here with me, and unlike myself, they want to talk to pass the time. And as much as I don’t mind talking to my coworkers, we’re not friends by any means, I’ve not met any of them outside of work. So it really just boils done to long stretched out small talk with little to no relevancy or importance. So that’s work… fun.

In other news, I’m tired. Tired, confused and a little lost. That sort of feeling like you don’t know what the fuck is going on, and all you really want to do is stop your head from spinning and take a fucking nap. And the worst part is, that nothing all too serious is even happening right now… It’s just a few grievances and minor inconveniences, but it adds up quite fast in my head. So here I am filled with muddled feelings that constantly contradict not only themselves, but my overall better judgment. It’s like my head, and my heart are fighting over something that, logically, shouldn’t even spark an argument, let alone this mental anguish.

Well that was odd… I just helped sell a membership to a guy who was in my architecture classes… Hmmm, excuse me if this sounds creepy or whatever, but to me, this seems like an excellent way to make a new friend. Basically, I commute to school and have no real strong ties to campus. I really have been hoping that that will change this year, and maybe I can start making some fucking friends… God I’m a fucking loser…

If Bithches Love You Because You Can Rock, Press 1‏

2009-08-06T16:17:00.005-05:00

I’m in a blogsy mood, so let’s go!

Wow… Only one more month of summer before I’m back in schedule Hell. I’m really torn on next semester… In a way, I’m looking forward to it, and yet at the same time, I’m pretty happy with the way things are now, and don’t really want to screw them up (that sentence holds way too many commas to pass as grammatically correct mes thinks). Summer is too cool. Money, friends, waking up at noon… that shit just doesn’t happen during the school year…

On the other hand, I am a bit nervous about my up coming classes. Not really nervous in a bad way, more in an anticipatory way (yep, that's right!). You see, all of my classes this semester are psychology and architecture. None of that switching bullshit. No English, no math, no science, no history, no bullshit!!!

Plus, school this year will... cost me damn near nothing :). All I have to pay for is my books... Don't know how that happened, I just kicked the shit out of financial aid (I swear to God I only wrote TRUE information on the FAFSA application!). So yeah...

But enough of school. It's still summer! And seeing as how it is still summer, that means bad kids like me run around and do stupid shit. Yep, that's right stupid shit. Epic stupid shit. Stupid shit like stealing a construction barrel. None of those small pussy cones (that was Smerz's job), but a fucking traffic barrel! Those things are a lot bigger, and a lot heavier than you think they are. AND WE STOLE ONE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK SHIT UP!

in other news I've been spending too much money. True, I won't be paying much of anything for school, but still, I'm not one to be willy-nilly with my hard earned cash. I suffer through every guest at work for my paycheck, and I don't take that lightly! And it's not so much that I'm spending my money, it's what I'm spending it on. I have gone out to eat 2 out of the 3 past days. And we won't just stop at one place to eat. Tuesday, we stopped at Arbys, then George Webs. I bought a meal at both places. The next night I ate at Wendys, then, a few hours later, I was back at George webs bringing in the next morning with yet another full meal. Now, I have lost a lot of weight over the past year, but I'll be damned if people don't think of me as still being fat. I love food, don't get me wrong, but when it comes to finally paying for the meal, there's usually some discretion in funds. Take for instance my paying for 3 peoples meals in one day, and expecting them to pay me back (I hate having anyone be indebted to me almost as much as I hate being indebted to other people). Also, I've been the movies an uncharacteristically amount of times within the past week (or maybe it just seems that way). I went to "The Ugly Truth" with Maddie over the weekend at the newly redesigned NorthShore Theater. That place is needlessly ritzy, and crawling with pompous douches. I don;t really like it when things are redesigned to look scores better than what they were before, because what used to be an area filled with normal people, just turns into places for the more well off white kids to go. Which, despite my own Caucasian-ness, pisses me off and makes me want to start a race-related incident. Nevertheless, the movie was an entertaining chick flick featuring a quite sexist version of Gerard Butler (I know what you're thinking, "But we've already seen a sexist movie with Gerard Butler. It was called 300", and you're right. But at least in that movie, his first words weren't "If you're a fat woman, guys don't like you". It was still pretty predictable, but who cares, most movies are nowadays. And then I went to go see Funny People (with no help from Steve) with Ben, Kiwi, Jake and Andrew. Now here's why it probably seems like I've been to more movies than I really have: I paid for 3 people. At the evening price... I don't like to bitch too much about money (I fear that if I do, the Jew jokes will never stop, and I will begin to be haunted by them in my nightmares), but that was a pretty big chunk taken out of my bank account for one movie... Again, the movie was awesome, and really takes some more time of thought after you leave the theater to really realize how clever and smart tit truly was. I was impressed. Especially because Apatow seemed to call in every favor from everyone of his famous friends.

Next piece of news on the docket, I got a photoshop put up on Philly D's website. http://www.phillyd.tv/2009/08/07/jessica-simpson-attracts-creepy-guys/
True, it's probably not all that big of an accomplishment, but for someone like me (with all kinds of crap I put out on the interweb, whether it be hand drawn shit, videos, or even this pile of shit I call a blog, it's nice to have someone else post something of mine) it makes me feel good knowing others may appreciate what I do here.

Also, I downloaded Innerpartysystems free summer mixtape. It's a nice 29 minute long remix compilation they threw together. I really like it and it's hell-a bouncy, but I would like to be able to download the singular remixes by themselves... Just a thought.

Beyond that there's not all that much to report. Have a good night.

Food, Friends, and Books

2009-08-01T23:33:00.003-05:00

Hrm. Here we are, back again. Okay, let’s just jump right into recent topics.

First, I’ve been eating quite hardy as of late. Last night I went out to a German all you can eat fish and chicken. That was good, but the used some hip tricks to get us to eat less. They had servers (most being quite attractive). Now, psychologically, men (who are much more known for packing food away) typically feel the need to be more chauvinistic around women (especially those who are hot). Sooooooooooooooo, men will likely tend to order less food, if there is a woman bringing it out for them, because they don’t want to seem fat and . Regardless, I ate 2 pieces of fish, 4 pieces of chicken, and a baked potato (which in hindsight wasn’t a good idea. Baked potatoes are very filling. I should’ve just opted for the potato pancake…). That was good. And the waitresses were hot.

The night before that was also filled with big meals. I ate pretty well in the morning because I was just around the house, but the real meal came after work at Denny’s. Karleisa, Kaitlyn, Kiwi (Teeheehee! KKK!), Maddie, and Katie all showed up here at work to get me. I showed them around (very minutely) before finishing up work and leaving. We then all headed over to Denny’s to eat. Pat was already there, and Collin came a few minutes later. We took a while to order (Kiwi, bought us a sampler J ). I ended up getting the chicken strips with fries and onion rings. I thought this was a good choice, because everyone else was getting breakfast… Chances were SOMEBODY wasn’t gonna finish… I ate my meal, then got pancakes from Karleisa, and I tried a bite ok Kiwi’s ham… He was right… their ham ain’t that great…

So, I’m a little fatty fat fat pig…

Other than that… things have been odd as of late… It’s like all of my friend relationships have changed. Those I used to see all the time are now few and far between, with little protest from me. And those I don’t tend to want to see… I’m seeing a lot, and again, with little protest from me… It’s weird. It’s like the whole friendship dynamic has changed, and no one seems to care. And if someone were to have told me things like this would happen a year ago… there was no fucking way I’d believe it, and now we all seem to busy and worn out to give a shit about it… I tell you it sucks!

I guess that can be one of the reasons my mind has been so… flippy-floppy… I really don’t have much of a grasp on my emotions towards people anymore. It’s not like I’ve got these raging bipolar feeling towards people, it’s more of a large animosity. I don’t know how I feel about others anymore…I need to get back to a sense of balance, and not this weeble wobbly shit with people that don’t see anything wrong with that… I need to get back to stability.
One a much much different note, I got some new goodies from one of my favorite places ever: Half Price Books. Wait. Side note. I, a big kid, am usually quite good with children (please, no pedophile jokes). However, walking with Maddie’s brother Evan in Half Price Books was my own personal Hell. Not only did he want to play/read every game/book… He also wanted to own them. All I wanted to do was geek out, but I had to stay by him… To me, it was painful… But I did manage to leave there with 3 purchases: “Long Hard Road out of Hell” by Marilyn Manson, “Daredevil: Guardian Devil” Written by Kevin Smith, The Clerks Animated Series, and “Interworld” by Neil Gaiman (there was another writer involved, but who cares). Word.
I think I’m just gonna end here because I really don’t have much else to say, and anything more would just be me typing in circles trying to not only figure out just what’s going through my brain, but also to escape the boredom at work, where, I have been left all alone with all of the responsibility. Great… Here’s to nobody dying on my watch!

Oh Good Lord!

2009-07-27T23:55:00.003-05:00

Fucking Blog. Why, why, why, why, why, why, why?!?!?!?!?

Okay, so Jake's Birthday was interesting. First off, I told work that I would be, without a doubt, about an hour late. So instead of showing up at 4, I would show up at 5. Simple enough. However, at 4:40 Jake was not even there... His party 'started' at 3. And he wasn't there at 4:40... So I called in saying, "Yeah... about that birthday boy... He's not here."... So they basically just told me to forget work and to stay and have fun. SWEET! So I got to spend more time at Jake's party... Jake finally got there, we ate, hung out, went by the beach, I took my shirt off, I made a lot of dirty comments towards Catherine, and had a generally good time. After it got dark, and we had our cake, we sat around for a bit before we relocated to Kiwi's, then quickly moved on over to Drew's "apartment" on the east-side. Hoooooray, Jake is 20!

Other shit going on... I don't even know, you know? There's all this BULLSHIT going on right now in my life. Plus, everybody else's life seems either screwed up, or busy as fuck. More often than not, both. So things are really just... hectic...

A Weeks Update

2009-07-20T13:27:00.006-05:00

Oh God… Where did I leave off? It seems like forever since I’ve blogged. I mean, it’s summer. I’ve entered ‘summer-time’ which basically equates to: For no reason whatsoever, nothing seems as long and/or short as it really is (wow… I didn’t think of how sexual that sounded in my head). What I mean is, this past week… Seemed like a month. And yet Summer itself has only felt like a few days… And things like Summerfest and the Up North Trip seem like A BILLION YEARS ago…

Okay. Sorry. Moving on.

Last post I had detailed an incident involving the BDPD. Since then I've had a few more adventures, which I'll try to remember them all...

First off, the very next day after my last blog (Monday) I had actually made plans to hang out with Holly. Now, Holly and I go way back to 6th grade, and we were best friends for a few years (we had a very odd past...) but nowadays we hardly talk. Basically she just found a new crowd she tends to hang out with, and both of us are just busy... So I thought it would be cool to just go out to lunch and catch up. We ended up going to Wendy's (which made me laugh because I was just there the night before). So we talked for a bit before we ended up leaving back to her house. We ended up playing Left 4 Dead. Okay, let's take a side track for me to throw a review in here:

What can I say about Left 4 Dead. First off, I was playing it on 360. Personally, anything with Valves name on it should rightfully be played on a PC. I'm not even a PC gamer, and I know that. It's like cardinal law. But anyways, I played for a bit and I gotta say... I'm not too big a fan. I mean, there was no story or plot, they just showed you a 6 minute intro video and figured that was good enough. Call me old fashioned, but I still prefer a good single player game with a plot that makes you think. But this, this was worse than a generic zombie apocalypse story, because it was an assumed generic zombie apocalypse story! Aside from there, the gameplay was fun much like a Grand Theft Auto game. It's fun to just mow down dozens of the dead over and over again. Although, from what I saw, there were pretty large maps for some good exploration, but if you're faced with 10,000 zombies, it's hard to say, "I'm gonna go esplorin'!". Oh, one more grip I had with it is, why were all of the characters the same? I thought the whole point of having such drastically different characters was so that each could posses special skills and abilities... So, overall I think it was an alright game that had a good enough AI system to keep things relatively fresh every time you play through it, but the game fails as any sort of single player venture. I can see it being fun online and with 4 player co-op, but then how high can we really hold this as a 'game'... It's a completely different scale we have to weigh it on.

So, then after playing, Holly had some meeting thing she had to go to, so she took me home. Which was cool because I got to hang with her for a few hours but it didn't take up my whole day (the days I have off work, I really want to utilize as much as possible). So I was at the house for a few hours before chatting with Maddie and Karleisa on FB. I was then invited out with them. So they came like an hour later and we ended up just store hopping before fianlly sitting down to eat. I also found it funny that before we even left and I asked Karleisa what we would do, she brought up maybe going to Wendy's... Now that would have been funny. But, alas, we ended up going to Arby's, which was a good choice. We ate, then drove around for a bit before sitting in my back parking lot (I swear that thing gets more action than me...). Then we figured "HEY! LET'S GO BOWLING!!!", however, after getting the alley's number, and myself some socks, we could not go bowling. Why? Because it was a Monday night, and they closed before infant's bed times... So we ended up just at Maddie's hoouse for a bit before she kicked us out for some free pizza (note, she doesn't even like pizza).

Then the rest of the week was pretty boring. You know the routine, work, eat, sit doing nothing, eat, go one the computer, sleep, work... It was like that until Friday when, after getting off of work, Jake stopped by my house. He does this every now and again because his bus picks up about 10ft from my house, so we'll talk before it comes. However, when he got here, the first thing he said was "Steve told me to call him when I got here". So Jake called and Steve ended up coming like 10 minutes later. We all got to chat and catch up with one another had been doing for the past few weeks. So we all talked until Andrew got off work and came home. So we all talked for a bit before we left to hit up Denny's... Denny's was closed. Closed... So we just went next door to IHOP. Yes. We went to IHOP at like midnight. Now since it was after midnight, that meant that it was now Andrew's birthday. Happy birthday nig-nog!!! So I figured since it was his birthday, I'd pay for his meal, and while I was at it, Jake's birthday s only a few days, and Steve only had $5 and and and and... So I figured screw it, the meals on me. So we all ordered (Me = Philly Cheese Steack sandwhich with onion rings, Steve = Turkey sandwhich with fries, Jake = Chocolate chip pancakes, Andrew = Butterscotch pancakes). So we all ate and talked and were finally kicked out at 2am for closing. That was a fun night that only cost me like $40...

So we all dispersed and got some sleep, and when all of us woke up, it was still Andrew's birthday. I had actually got him the first season of Stargate (SG1, not that Atlantis bullshit!!!). My mom had work however, so Andrew and I sat around watching Seinfeld, before I had to leave for work. Work was annoying. After work, I left and caught up with Jake, Coop, Raphi, and Vlad (RANDOM >.<). So we were all talking for a bit before Andrew came back home, and we all left for Smerz's grandparents for a movie night. We really didn't get too far before I got a hold of Steve and he told me to just stay there and he'd come get us. So we all went to Smerz's to watch Senior Skip Day. I had very low expectations for this movie... It was a random movie that no one had ever heard of probably from the late 90's to early 2000's. But it was fucking hilarious!!! Oh man, it was random, stupid and entirely politically incorrect! It was great. And then after the movie, we all made fun of Catherine's boot! It was fun. And at 1am Smerz kicked us all out. We went to, yet again, my back parking lot. I don't really know what happened because I fell asleep in the van.

The next day was all work for me, so nothing really worth mentioning happened. I did however switch my Monday shifts with someone so I didn't have to work yesterday. I ended up hanging out with Holly again, but this time Pat and Eric were there too. Yeah. We all hung out for a few hours, not doing much. After that I came home and listened to Relapse, Eminem's newest. Allow me again to page break here:

It's Eminem. Go itno this expecting that. So we all know it's gonna be hard, fast, and violent as Hell. even after a 5 year break, he's still got it. As a whole, I don't think it soars higher than anything he's done before (at best it safely tails behind), but there are a few songs that just shine brighter than others. Overall, pretty good. Sorry, that was a short review... but It's Eminem. You like him or you don't...

Now on to today. Today is Jake's birthday. He's throwing a big barbeque party thing... Let's see if it doesn't fail... Either way I can only stay for a few hours before I need to leave for work.

PUT YOUR HANDS UP, GET OUT OF THE CAR!

2009-07-13T00:58:00.002-05:00

Hello there. Me again. So, as all of the cool kids had plans and fun adventures this weekend, I settled for an average weekend of work and dicking around on the computer. So, whatever. It's cool with me [I guess] becausde I'm making money and I can theoretically get stuff done at home. Of course I got nothing done at home, and work was major boring shit.

However, that didn't stop a story from being created tonight. Having no where to go, we just parked infront of Sammy's (a local, and not all that good, restaurant). From there we just sat around talking and such until, completely out of the blue, Holly drives past in her little joke of a thing, her smart car. Andrew and Jake took her arrival as a "let's walk away because we don't need any reasons to be a hypocrit" time and crossed the street. They decided then to sit infront of a local bank. So we all sat around for some mores, doing nothing more than chatting... And then the police showed up... Really? The bank... Why? So we then talked with some police asking if we were with them, and what we were doing. Ugh. There were four squad cars... Why the bank?!?!?! So, to no surprise, they took down all of our info and such. After that however, the cops were pretty nice and chatty with us, but still cops. I don't know, maybe it's just me, but I get REALLY nervous around police, even if I've done absolutely nothing wrong. So we all just stood around talking for a bit until the dispatch called back saying, hold on to your seat for this, that we DIDN'T have any outstanding warrants (I told them that but they didn't listen!). We were all set to go... except for Coop, who, somehow wasn't registered... Maybe it had something to do with the fact that the cop who called him in said he was a white male... Right... Coop's blacker than night... At least on the outside... You know what, I refuse to get into a racially heated debate! Eventually the officers just let us all go (they didn't even threaten any 'warnings' either... just said they'd make note of it, and we could go)... So we all left... Wasn't exactly where I wanted to end up tonight... but we got a story.

Hey, fuck you, I like this story!

Oke-Doke Smokey!

2009-07-12T01:33:00.002-05:00

Wooo! I've been bein' really weird lately! Silly crazy... Crazy silly shit! I don't know what I is doin' no more! Heeheehee!!! I've been watchin' a lot of Seinfeld and played way too much Dominion at Ben's!!! Aaaaaaaaaahaaaaahoooooooooooooh rth erjthvnwierhctierhmctiuhswghwkgecvtyuuibyu8!!! It's a little too early in the morning and my name is Teeshawn! It's time to go!

Let's Start Here-

2009-07-06T21:38:00.003-05:00

So, the point of my is to, in essence, to write... right? That means I can write, whatever. If I wanna give a critique on a cd, or a movie, I will. Or if I wanna just stroll through the monotony of everyday life and explain how I'm feeling, I will. However from time to time I do stray away from certain topics wondering 'is it in my best interest to plaster this on the internets where anyone can read it?'. And yeah, that doesn't make much sense considering no one reads this anyways, but for the few who do... I can't write certain things... but what if something like that was a BIG turn of events... Wouldn't I have to write it?

Okay, all build up aside, I haven't got too many topics to press on except for one... Now, I am what most would label as 'the nice guy'. Sure I'm a dick, but that's beside the point! I have no problem straying away from most male stereotypes, and present myself in a way that I feel is honest and true to myself. I'm also, as you can tell by reading my blog, an emotional man. Well, bipolar seems to sum it up better, but nevertheless emotional. I've often referred to myself as 'too emotional to justify my having a penis', which is amusing, and in some respects true, but I believe that most of my emotions truly stem from my interests in psychology and the human mind... But whatever, that's a different story. SO, I'm the kind of guy who likes to be in a relationship. I enjoy having a special person that I can feel comfortable holding and having around to get a kiss from etc. etc., and although I do love the more...physical stuff, I'm not one of those douches who sees it as 'fuck me or we're through'. And yet... I always get stuck in these positions. I look for a normal, stable, happy and healthy relationship, and I get some sort of half-assed friends-with-benefits... Yeah, it's crazy. Is there just something about me that makes me not able to hold down any sort of NORMAL relationship? Now, I'm probably the only guy who questions things like this, whereas most would just go along with and get some free physical contact, but as much as I like it (and believe me... I do), it's like a waste of my life... It's like working towards... nothing. There's nothing there, and yet I still can't say no...

It's weird... I mean, I'm such a loser, why is this the only facet of a relationship people want to hold on to me for? I guess I am happy because I felt quite lonely, but how happy can I really be when this situation just disappears leaving me high and dry again...

I'm glad I write my life down... A few years from now I'm gonna make millions on my memoir... (except everybody is gonna get sick of all these damn periods... I do that a lot...)

And So It Goes

2009-07-05T10:34:00.005-05:00

Why, hello there, and welcome to another adition of Life:Shit Happens. Now, as you could tell from my previous post, I was quite upset over missing the Cage the Elephant/Airborne Toxic Event show (see title), however, I do believe all was set right this past Thursday. Why? Shiny Toy Guns.

Yes sir. My Thursday started off like any other day for Summerfest. I woke up around 9, took a shower ate breakfast, and got ready to leave by about 10:30-11. Around then Maddie and her friend Sarah showed up. I hoped in the car and explained to them that the day's promotion to get in free was to bring in an toy worth over $5... So we made a quick stop in Marshel's for some toys (after a very random, not so stylish and yet graceful donut in the parking lot...). Maddie ended up getting a [slutty beach] Barbie, and Sarah got some Hot Wheels. And it was probably around this point, when I could see her standing up, that I realised Sarah was Karleisa 2. She was pale, brownish red hair, and as I later discovered, into W.o.W. and bits and pieces of metal-esque music... Yeah... so then we stopped at McDonald's so the women could eat. After they got their foods, we parked the car at the Park n' Ride, and went on over to the bus stop. The bus ride, as they all are, was mildly entertaining as we jumped around a variety of topics and such... However, like most scared white women, they didn't really like the bus... Silly white people! And then, after about an hour bus ride, we were there. We handed in our toys (I told you it was toy day!!!), and got our free tickets. I went to go hold some seats while they rode on the whole lift thingy (Sarah had never been to Summerfest before, so she wanted a ride... personally, I've never rode in that thing). So we did our usual, somebody stays to hold places while others roam around etc. etc.. Kiwi cam at his norm of 4. He and I walked about for food. He got a hot dog and a $3 Gatorade (capitalist pigs!). I got myself a nice burrito from Chipotle. I thought it was good, but of course Maddie, who was gonna steal some regardless, thought it was too spicy. She instead got some eggplant, which we all stole a little from.

And so we waited chatting with random people around us, making fun of the lesser bands during the day, plus we were able to get Austin, Lizzy, Amanda, Austin's sisters, and Amanda's sister moved up by us. Emily came around then. Oh, and Kiwi and I pitched in a few bucks to Pickles so that Ian could come... Yeah, so we say Ian... I'm surprised that child is still alive... BUT, that's a different story. So we waited. And finally, 10 o'clock rolled around... It didn't seem that late, but it was... It was.

First, Jeremy, the keyboardist stepped out with his phone and recorded the audience for a bit then ran backstage. About a minute later, everybody filed out and picked up their instruments. It was time to rock. The show went something like this:
1. Starts With One
2. Ghost Town (which was described as 'a song about ghosts' and also a 'true story')
3. Shaken
4. Le Disko (always a crowd pleaser)
5. Rainy Monday (Love song, also a true story)
6. Major Tom (JIZZ! A song described as 'not one of their own'. JIZZ)
7. Waiting (also a true story)
8. When Did This Storm Begin (NOT a true story)
9. Poison (Which was described as a 'scary song', and I'm just noticing was misspelled, but I'll get to that...)
10. Ricochet! (which was intentionally pronounced wrong by Jeremy)
11. Stripped ( JIZZ! A Depeche Mode cover off of V.2. JIZZ)
12. Rocket Ship (JIZZ... JIZZ JIZZ JIZZ. A song off of -JIZZ- V.1. JIZZ)
13. Don't Cry Out
14. You Are the One (Abbreviated as YATO) (Sisely also pointed to me during this song because I was the only one jumping about a foot into the air...)

It was one Hell of a show. And how do I know all of the songs they played? Because I was the only audible shouting for a set list. The tech actually tried giving me the first set list, but the security guard was a douche! After that, I pulled out my sharpie and started shouting for Mikey (the drummer) to come sign my set list. He was taking pictures, so he told me to hold on... He then walked around back, came off of the stage and come out to sign stuffs. I got him to sign my set list, and gave him a hug. The woman next to me (who also got a set list) asked him to sign hers, and get a pic, to which he responded, "A pick? I'm the drummer!". And she said no, a picture! Nevertheless, really funny. So anyways, more on that chick next to me. She kept telling me I had a deep voice that travelled, and I was the only reason he came down. So she recorded me screaming and before we left, I got a hug and a kiss from her. However, we didn't leave just then. Chad had come out on stage to get something, so we all started shouting for him to come down. Mikey too was screaming for him to come down (but he was screaming Jeremy for some strange reason...). So Chad came down (he jumped down, none of this walk around bullshit!). And as soon as he came down a threw my Sharpie brand marker® and set list for him to sign. I got him! He signed it and gave it back to me just as some scrawny bald guy came out and started rushing him backstage to start packing up. The small guy trying to pull him away was one rude mutha' fucka' and I could see that Chad wasn't too happy as he kept asking "Why do we need to leave now?" and not getting an answer... So he quickly signed one other person's little slip of paper before being shuffled away. Needless to say, the little group of us there were upset at the small bald man, especially because Mikey was still wandering around. Eventually Mikey left as well, and the other two members of the band were never seen. I can't not say that I was bummed to not see Jeremy or Sisely, but I shouldn't complain too much. I left that show feeling all kinds of good.

And as for the few days since than that I've not blogged on, well I'll catch you up on that stuffs too. Friday was a slow day where I really didn't do much until 5:30 when I came into work to cover for Calvin.

I know... Reeeeeeal descriptive...

Yesterday however was a little more exciting. You see yesterday was July 4th, a day to pretend you care about the country and to grill out and watch all your tax dollars go into large colorful and fiery explosions. The day started off for me when I made a grilled cheese, but not just any grilled cheese. Get this. I made a grilled cheese that consisted of: a slice of cheese, a slice of tomato, some Sweet Baby Ray's BBQ sauce, some chopped up onion, and then bookended with another slice of cheese. And, as if that wasn't good enough, the last piece of the puzzle, I used a frying pan with a thin layer of bacon greese in it. So I had an awesome heart stopping grilled cheese and apple juice for breakfast. After I ate, I watched a disc of Seinfeld with Andrew. Afterwards, Andrew left to go hit up some stores or what not, and not wanting to watch Seinfeld without him, I had to find somehting else to do. So I went on the computer for a while (Depeche Mode discography, Declared, And pretty soon Neverwhere (the BBC tv series)... YARRRRR!!!), and was all set to start watching Chasing Amy (I'm rewatching all of the New Jersesy Saga), but just as the credits ended, I realized I wasn't in the mood for it, and instead decided I need some video games in my system. So I popped in Killer7 and played the rest of the night until I finished it. Man that game is FUCKED up. It was like I was decending into madness while playing it, which was funny because my hands were still moving regularly. I can admit I didn't fully understand it, but I could grasp enough to see the metaphors within the paranoia and Schizophrenia. You see, I'm sort of in this place where I wanna finish all of those gamse I got so far in, but had to put down for some reason... However, this is a game I'll likely have to play through again to fully understand/apperciate. Damn... It's like I didn't even beat it then...

And now, of course, I'm at work, hungry as shit and already ready to go... but, alas, I've still got 4 more hours... boo...

The Next Chapter

2009-06-30T20:14:00.004-05:00

Hang there readers, what's up? How ya' doin'? Oh, I'm sorry to hear... It's weird, but that's how things are right now. It's like, half of the people I know... miserable and depressed. And the other half... Estatic and bursting with life... It's really annoying, because those of you who are exceedingly happy, are making our side worse... But okay, let's stop being moppy, and explain shit like a decent blog (HA! My blog, a decent blog... HA!)

Ugh. Well... It's like this. Sunday I wanted to go to a concert. Cage the Elephant AND The Airborne Toxic Event were playing. Now, I'm not too huge a fan of either band, but seeing as how they're both up-and-coming bands, and playing together for one show... So I was pretty excited about it. HOWEVER I couldn't find a sub. I've been looking for subs for damn near a month now, but this ONE day... not a damn person wanted. I did have a sub set for it, but he pulled out before the cottage trip. And then another person said she'd take it, but didn't want to work till close...

So I finally just sucked it up and decided to come in... I've missed concerts before, and it sucks, but I get over it and life moves on... But this one was different... See, I worked my shift, and as expected, it was very, very dull. And then I got home ate, milled around the house, then hoped online. Of course, I checked my Facebook, and just left it on to potentially chat with peoples. And come about 1 in the morning, I know all those guys who actually got to go were coming home. So, they of course jumped on Facebook for a few seconds... and the feelings were unanomous: "It was the best thing they'd ever experienced in their lives ever"... fuck. And then they went on to tell me that not only did they get to meet the bands, but they alos got shit signed by them!... FUCK!!! And most of the people that went knew very little, if any about the bands... FUUUCK!!! So, after I read all of that, I had to get angry about missing the show all over again... It is BULLSHIT that the one show I finally sucumb to missing, everyone praises as god-like... Maybe, I'm just being childish, but that pissed me off... and it still does now!

So, that doesn't make me all to happy. But there's more... You see, most people I know (now I say most, because the rest don't talk about their feelings anyways, so they don't count) feel comforted by me in some way, and are willing to open up with me about all of their feelings etc. etc.. Now, I feel a few different ways about this. 1. I'm honored that people feel safe enough to tell me anything, and find my answers and solutions pleasing. 2. However, listeneing to everyone elses problems occasionally sends me bleak images of hope in the world around me. And finally 3. People expect too much out of me because of this. They see me as the nice guy who will drop everything for a friend at a moments notice, and when I don't, or when I can't... OH MY GOD, HE'S A FUCKING MONSTER! I HATE HIM! I WISH I NEVER KNEW HIM! HE'S A PIECE OF SHIT, EVEN THOUGH I'D NEVER REACT THIS WAY TO ANY NORMAL HUMAN BEING... BUT FUCK HIM!!! And, I'm sorry, but it kinda blows that I can't even slightly break character without getting the third degree from people... So, anyways, I've been talking with select peoples about their... positions in life right now, and it's some of those problems where I'm next to powerless in it. I mean, sure I can listen, and be there as support and voice my opinions and such, but when it comes to getting results... I hold no stock in that. I can't jump into other peoples lives like that...

And of course, I have my own crap happening inside my own life, where, I likely shouldn't feel as bad as I do... but that doesn't stop me from feeling bad... ya' know? What I really want to do is have a little power. A little choice in the matter. Not really, a vacation per se, but just some time to myself, where I can make all of the decisions and do what I want to do. Go down the list and actually check things off. Get some stuff done. Or maybe I'm just going crazy...

Sun. Music... And Beer. Only In Wisconsin

2009-06-27T08:35:00.004-05:00

So, now that the up north trip is a thing of the past, and we move ourselves onto the next big chapter of the Summer. Summerfest. Now, I've lived in Wisconsin my whole life, so It's never really clicked with me (at least not fully), But Summerfest is the WORLD's largest music festival. Let me repeat that. The WORLD's largest music festival. Right here in my own backyard! That's pretty frickin' cool... So, my first step at having a fun time at Summerfest: Pick out some totally awesome bands to see, and make sure I get off work accordingly. Now, getting off work is never the easiest thing for me (mainly because my coworkers are douches... but in all seriousness, they sub for me all the time, it's just that they hardly can when I really need them to). But I got off for the entire up north trip, and all but one day for Summerfest (I'm gonna miss Cage the Elephant and The Airborne Toxic Event. Saaaaaaaaaaaad Faaaaaaaaace!) Okay. Thursday. Summerfest opening night. 10 hours waiting. Micheal Jackson died. So did Farrah Fawcett. And Then. Rise Against (with a side of Rancid). Now, I've seen Rise Against perform live before (two years ago at Summerfest) and actually got to meet them before the show. I loved them live the first time. It was my very first concert ever, and I had such an amazing time jumping around screaming my head off and just fogetting myself for a night. Thursday's show however was a whole new ballgame. You could tell from the second Rancid stepped onto the stage. I personally am not all that big a fan of Rancid, but I figured a nice punk rock show would just be fun. I would have had a lot of fun too, had it not been for a few select, aptly nicnamed, people. First person in the "unfavorable" crowd: Crazy White Bitch. Crazy White Bitch sounded like a howler monkey. She was crazy. She had a fun time bouncing everywhich fucking way hitting everyone, just screaming (and I mean screaming) all of the lyrics. Crazy White Bitch also had a friend: Redneck Addicted To Ritalin. Redneck Addicted To Ritalin didn't have as much of an screamo thing going on, but he too was annoying and yelling all the words. He was also a lot more violent. Both of them were bumping into people, but he was throwing elbows and fists, and threatened to start numerous fights. I took at least three, almost full on full punches from him, but couldn't really 'retaliate' without getting myself kicked out. So I rolled with the punches. I also got some pink lemonade splashed on me when a dude [who we actually liked, and didn't mind him stnading with us in the crowd] jumped down of the bench he was standing on to push Redneck Addicted To Ritalin off of his girlfriend. The next group of annoying people: The Beached Whales. Wow. These 'ladies' defied every law of physics to squeeze themselves all the way up to the front last minute. Okay, Beached Whale #1. She was dumb. Well, all of them were dumb, but this one took the cake. As she told us many, many times, she was 26, an we weren't. We were all kids, and she was 26. She was 26, and we were just children. We are 12 or something, aaaaaaaaaand she was 26. She is a fan of Rancid, because she's 26, and deserves to be there more because of this. Beached Whale #1 also was one of the Beached Whale clan that said Rise Against was a pussy band (lol). Beached Whale #2 was the only Beached Whale that stayed for Rise Against. She, although not AS old as Beached Whale #1, was still older and more mature than everyone else and deserved to be there more... Somehow... Apperently, this particular Beached Whale was elbowing Kiwi in the dick for all of Rancid's set. So, in an act of peaceful protest, Kiwi was throwin' his knees into her back for all of Rise Against's set... Oh, sweet vengence! I also took vengence on Beached Whale #2 when I finally dislodged her from front row and sent her flopping about behind us. The other 2 Beached Whales didn't do much personally wrong and/or annoying, but were still fat and poorly dressed for their figures. As well as dumb as stumps. They also made many audible whale sounds... The sadest part too was watching the change from when they first pushed through, to when they realised the were out of the water and started thrashing about... And, of course, the Rise Against show was AMAZING! This was by far my greatest concert ever (granted I can still count how many shows I've seen with only my fingers). I was front row, dead center. They played all the hits (Songs off of their new cd, popular songs, FAN favorites) plus a few songs that you knew threw the audience off, because only the true fans would even know them (like stuff off of their first cd etc.). The energy was immense, and everything was just spot on. PLUS, as if the show itself wasn't awesome, we stuck around for free stuff thrown off the stage (sad to say, I came out empty handed. Emily however got a pick). However, we still stuck around because the band was standing by there bus not far from where we were. And Tim came out to greet us, topless no less. So I gave him a hug and had him sign my ticket. So... that was pretty AWESOME!!! Then we took the shuttle home and walked back to my house. Emily got her car and left, whereas I went inside and tried going to bed. I ended up tossing and turning for almost 3 hours. It turns out Redneck Addicted To Ritalin hit my back harder than I thought, because I could just not get comfortable with the pain. So I took some ibuprofen, and that knocked me out right quick.
The next morning, I had a hard time getting up, but I finally forced myself to get up and get in the shower. I then ate, got my stuff for my free enterance, and Andrew and I left for Summerfest [again] (although he didn't go to RA... I'm pretty sure this is the first time I'd ever waited entire days for 2 shows back to back. So Andrew and I held the places and Kiwi should up around 4 after he got off of work. Both Kiwi and I decided to splurge on food the second night. I got myself a chicken strip basket with fries and he got a burrito. My chicken strips were pretty ballin'. Maybe not the best I'd ever had, but they had Sweet Baby Ray's barbeque sauce and I'd been cravin' some chicken strips for a few weeks now. Kiwi however, wasn't all too satisfied with his burrito. First off, the thing was $7, when in reality, it was probably a $4 burrito. But hey, it's Summerfest, you should be expecting to pay that much for food. However, he also added guacamole to it, which ran him an extra $2. So that was really gay, and cost him damn near $10 for a fucking burrito... I felt kinda bad though because I had suggested it to him in the first place... It also didn't help that they did a shitty job making it. So Anyways, we continued waiting, sitting through some truly awful bands. The only bright spot in the music during the day, was the lead singer of one of the crappy cover bands... She was hot. No. REALLY HOT. My God. She was wearing this super tight black shirt with no bra so you could TOTALLY see her nipples, plus she had on a pair of those tight as shit volleyball spandex shorts... SPLOOG! She was hot. And she signed my chest. So, finally. It was time for The Offspring. This too, was also a really good show. The lighting was pretty cool (bands usually don't bring their whole lighting set-up to Summerfest, but the had their whole backlight thing set-up. It was pretty awesome). They had a nice stage presence. And they even brought out a piano (piano = teh pwnzr). However, this show, like them all, had it's douches. First off, right before the show, a bunch of people shoved their way up to the front. The first group, we really didn't mind that much. A few chicks who were kind, and grateful, as well as pretty cute. So they're in, but then these dumbfucks brought themselves up there (note, we let the chicks in willingly, these guys pushed and shoved where there was no room). Two out of the three guys were okay. They were just fans there for an awesome show. The third guy was a fuckinf dick! He was totally drunk and wouldn't stop fucking shouting and saying he was gonna mosh. Okay, Summerfest steges have metal bleachers... no one's gonna be moshing moron... And of course he weaseled his way to the very front, and I tried my best not to crush a few little kids to death. But the music was good, and they played a lot of their strongest tunes. Plus, and this is one of the coolest things in my opinion, they kicked off the show with the song "Stuff is Messed Up" because this was a stop on their Shit is Fucked Up Tour. AWESOME! Shit truly is fucked up... Plus they had a really weird intermission that involved a giant inflatable army man, and a few techs with hidden talents (dancing, juggling, pogo, blowing bubbles...). So yeah, that was a fun time. After the show we met up with Maddie and the Pfieffers. They too went to The Offspring, but came at like 9, so where far, far to the outside (whereas we were front row bitches!!!). So we all rode the shuttle bus back home, and Maddie was gracious enough to give us a ride from the stop, back home. However, I was smart when I got home. The first thing I did was pop an ibuprofen. I slept like a baby. Well, I slept like a baby until I had to wake up 5 hours later. I had some waffles for breakfast, then trucked my shit on into work... Needless to say, 2 days of sitting out in the sun all day, and rocking all night doesn't make for a good morning. So I've been pretty dead here at work all day, but luckily it's been dead here too. The first five hours weren't bad. I took my break, walked to Pick N' Save and got myself a boss. And now my second four hours of this shift are being little bitches and have me alone and dealing with stupid people... God, I just wanna go home, take a shower (yeah, about that... I was covered in sweat (as I always am after a good concert (half of which isn't mine though)) went to bed, then came here. I just slapped on some deodorant this morning. So I'm pretty disgusting right now...) and get some real sleep...

Wild Rose Just Got A Little Wilder!!!

2009-06-18T21:51:00.003-05:00

So, for all of you who (and I guarantee I can count you all with one hand) read my blog, you’re in for a treat, This entire post will be devoted solely to this past week. And I know what you’re thinking “fuck you douche”… oh wait… no, you were thinking, “get off the internets”. No. Still not it. Okay, you were thinking, “but why does a single blog post summing up an entire week come off as anything original or exciting. Well my crack addicted friend, it’s special because this past week was the Bum-bum-bum! Annual-vacation-where-we-go-up-north-to-Kiwi’s-Grandma’s-house! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, without further ado, the unabriged retelling of this past week:Okay, our venture started off Monday morning when Steve and that noisy ho- I mean Catherin- rolled up and pulled Andrew and I inside. We had to make a stop at Pick N’ Save first to pick up some ice. Then we fought a giant crab beast. He was a dick. So we killed the giant crab beast. Then we all floated on rainbows over to Kiwi’s house. From there we tried tetris-ing all of our crap (including ourselves) into the van (oh, yeah, I forgot, we didn’t fly on a raindow, because Steve drove the van…). So we finally got all of our stuff packed before we headed out. “On the road again, I just can’t wait to get on the road again” Steve, Catherine. Check. “The life I love is makin’ music with my friends” Myself, Andrew. Check. “And I can’t wait to get on the road again” Kiwi. Check. “On the road again, goin’ places that I’ve never been” FUCK!… We forgot Jacob… So we quick went to his house and got him and all of his stuff. And then we left again. It was clear to see from the second we left that this trip would be different from last year’s. Probably the biggest difference was the inclusion of the now legal Catherine. The introduction of boobs to the trip was bound to create a totally new side of things. Anywho, the trip there was pretty tame. We listened through Andrew’s playlist, which mainly consisted of the same material he wanted on his playlist last year, which was somehow never burned. I basically read for most of the trip (Matrix comics vol. 1. One of my newest books). We made two stops on the way up. The first stop was at a fireworks shop. It was basically a big warehouse with a lot of scary things that go boom. Unfortunately almost this places entire stock of fireworks were huge and expensive, clearly for proffesional-ish type displays, whereas we just wanted some cheap colorful explosions… So we left only buying a few things. Steve got a rocket. We also walked across the street to Piggly-Wiggly. There, we picked up two 12 packs of game fuel (Sweet!). We also took some pictures with the game fuel signs out front. After that it was back in the van for some more drivin’. Our next stop was at a park for lunch. Lunch was pretty mundane, and we finished pretty quick so we could get back on the road (hrumph… no time to play in the park…). So, making some good time, we arrived sometime in the early afternoon. We were there a total of four days, and three nights. In that time we ate chicken, brats/hotdogs, pork steaks, and way too much luncheon meat. We went mini golfing on, luckily, one of the only bright days we had, and had our customary ice-cream after that. Although the weather was overcast almost the entire time, the rain never really got in our activities way. Well, it did rain like every night putting a damper on us putting up a tent. The whole no tent thing was sorta a double edged sword to me. On one hand, we didn’t have to put up, or take down the tent, plus we got to stay inside and watch tv etc. And yet, without the camping out aspect, it seemed less like a wilderness get away… We launched fireworks every single night. We watched WAY too much of the Disney channel (Michael Clark Douglas, ftw!) and some Nick. I must say, I don’t altogether hate iCarly (please don’t laugh at me…). We did make it out on the lake a few times. And, of course, we helped Kiwi’s grandma with her housework. All in all, the trip was a sucsess. I really don’t think there’s much that could be done to make the trip an altogether bust, but there were a lot of things that we did do differently this time around. I’m not saying that that’s a bad thing, but moat weren’t really good either. Take for instance… We didn’t get any fresh corn… Now, I’m not even that big a fan of corn on the cob (sorry), but I did miss it. It’s one of those things, where if I’m in the mood for it, I really feel like being festive with it, but it was a no show. Also, like I said before, no tent. And, the whole Catherine thing. Don’t mistake my words here, I love Catherine, but having her there was, at times, a bit of a strain. Why? Because she is a chick, who, admittingly, has “characteristics” typically desired by men. Now, all stereotypical masculinity aside, she’s a cutie. She has a nice body and a happy and bubbly personality. However, once you introduce a woman (who at times wore only her swimsuit) into a group of super-single losers, you tend to get an insect to light sort of reaction. Asnd the other side of that was Steve getting more and more sick of us all over her (not really physically all over, we’re not like that…). Another facit of the trip that was out of place was our sleeping patterns. Usially we were on each others cases if we slept past 10, or stayed up past midnight… but we really didn’t care about each others sleeping habits this time around. I guess one of the main reasons we did that though was because we were all fucking sick… Which was another thing I really could have done without… So yeah, that kinda gives you an idea of what I’ve been up to. And then on the way home, we stopped again that the same Piggly-Wiggly, where game fuel was now 5 for $1 20oz. bottles. Yeah… We left with 97 bottles when all was said and done… Win… wiat, no. Epic Win.
Anywho, like I said before, we were all sick during the trip, which, some of us still are. So, I’m just gonna end this here so I can go to bed.
Next up on my totally awesome summer schedule: Summerfest

It's Time For A Fresh One Sexy!

2009-06-07T01:07:00.003-05:00

Yeah, It's a blog! Yeah! Rap shit! YEAH!!!

So, let's catch yall up to speed. Basically, June 4th was my 19th birthday (and parades were thrown in my honor), and so too was it my mom's birthday (you know that's epic!)You know, maybe that's why I always sort of had an understanding with my mom... What you think Sigmund?)) Actually, my birthday was really mundane... It started off exchanging gifts. I got a lockbox to keep all of my tax papers and such together and one of those childrens books with the sound effects and shit (quite the contrast I know). And my mom got an anniversary Barbie doll and a book shelf for her dvds and such. After that, we all pitched in to make a big breakfast. For supper we had pizza, brats, and cake. So that was all good. Then I had work... Work was TERRIBLE! As soon as I walked in the door they said "Chris, you're gonna be working by yourself tonight" Okay. And then they said "Chris, the family male locker room is flooding" Okay, gotta fix that. And then they said "Chris, 10 lockers have been broken in"... And that's when I said "... IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!". So, my boss's boss called me into the locker room and said that I was stay in there the rest of the night and do constant sweeps around the locker room. There I was, walking around a room full of naked men for the next 4 hours. I think the brightest spot of that shift was that Mo brought me a brownie, and Charlotte left me a card with a candy bar in it. The card helped put a smile on my face. After work I got picked up by Steve. We then went to Jason's for Karleisa's barbecue (yeah, it never made much sense to me either). It was pretty lame when I got there. It was basically the last hour or so of the party which pretty much meant everything had died down and there were only a few people left. They were all playing some sort of card game which looked too complicated for me to care about that late at night. I said my hellos and such, then ended up just mainly talking with Steve anyways. After that we all ended up going to my back parking lot to just sit and chill. We talked for a while until finally departing.

Friday was a pretty slow day. I bummed around the house until finally going to work. After work tonight, was another party that again I mainly wanted to go to make an appearance and see some friends I hadn't for quite a while. Again, that party was sort of a let down too... Mainly because there were a few people that I find mind numbingly stupid. Joe Duschebag (his last name is douschebag for God's sake) and Jakie. So, again, Steve and I just ended up talking. We left that one again just to hang out afterwards. This time we were at Kiwi's and just chilled till 2. I really shouldn't have stayed out that late but I did. The reason I say this is because the next day I started work at 8... and would end at 5... so my nine hour shift started a little under 6 hours after we finally left Kiwi's.

Now, I'm kinda sleepy and my neck hurts, so I'm really gonna speed this part up a bit.

Saturday was a long shift, I'm pretty sure the longest I'd ever worked, but it wasn't too bad. I kept myself moving almost the whole time. Plus I read up on some more E3 stuff and talked to Andy (who admitted to having a 'geeky' song) about games and shit. I also avoided Nick like the Plague. Now, I'd like to think of myself as a kind person, but Nick is dumb as Hell. I mean, sure he has down syndrome and all, but he is dumb as Hell! And if you think that makes me a bad person... Fuck you. So, after nine hours of work, the building Supervisor Theresa was seconds away from asking me to stay later. So I ran away from her... I avoid confrontation... I went home and chilled out for the rest of the night. One thing I'd also like to ad is that because I had work so early, I did crack open an energy drink. Today's drink: A Fruit Punch Nos. It was good. Nothing special taste wise. I mean, it was a ncie juicy fruit punch. And, as to be expected from any Nos, there was a shit tone of Caffiene in it to keep me going. However, hours later the effect of the caffien wearing off was felt. Oh was it felt...

And now onto today. ZOOM! Today, I started work at 2, instead of 12:30. I've started at 12:30 on Sunday almost since I started, so I got to sleep in a little. I didn't get as much reading as I wanted to. I reserved a few cds from the library... That is all.

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

2009-06-01T23:41:00.002-05:00

There's always going to things that get in your way. No matter what you're doing, whether it be a job, everyday rutine, or even just something when you're bored, there's always going to be something hindering you. For me, at this moment, it's writers block. I don't really know how to say just what's in my mind. I'm kinda just treating it like the powerball and as all of the little thoughts clank and bounce around, and hoping the right ones get to slip out.

I'll just start with last night and work my way from there. Last night, I got off of an 8 hour shift and immediately was picked up and wist away to a theater to see UP! in 3D. Needless to say, it was AWESOME! Pixar has yet again, outdone themselves. The themes, characters, emotions, and of course the animation was SOOOOO amazing. It worked extremely well as an adult and powerful movie that, and I find no shame in admitting this, made me cry. It blew me away. And the 3D was a nice touch. True, it wasn't just some gimmicky 3D flick, so there weren't any over the top 3D effects. And above all else, it had an excellent story that still hit every comedic mark. It was such a fun time. I advise everyone to see this film! And as if you even need another reason to fall in love with Up!, you also get to see a nice teaser trailer for Toy Story 3 (June 18th, 2010!!!)

After the film, we all left the theater fulfilled and quoting every bit. We then took a trip on over to the 24 hr. Walmart. We all walked around there for a while before we finally made our few purchases, and left (we always buy shit when we're in there). Tonights purchase: Steven Seagal's Lightning Bolt Energy Drink. Lolololololololololol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was cheap, really random (the only one left on a shelf all by itself), and funny as hell. I really didn't expect it to be any good, but c'mon, it's Steven Seagal's badass all natural energy drink from China and shit! Later, I opened it up to get a taste (and to share with others). Basically, it tasted like a cherry that had been left out a little past it's prime. Jake and Steve said it tasted like a watered down wine cooler, and after that observation, I said it tasted a little like a spritzer. It also had a sort of honey after taste. We also took shots of Jake's purchase: A Jolly Rancher syrup. That was, like anything your supposed to top/mix anything with to dilute, was really strong. So we got fuuuuuuuuuuuucked up! Once we got back to Kiwi's we just sat outside talking until around 2, then finally hit the road. During the ride home, I got to talk to Steve (no homo). And this was something I have really been wanting to do for a while. Just talking to one person, without a huge group about stuff that actually matters! You know, something serious!

And I guess that's where I am now. It's a time where... I want to keep writing to get it all out, which is why I want to talk to people about serious shit. To just clear my fucking head you know. But, me being an overly timid man, I really don't want to talk about serious things in groups. Why? Because I don't like the idea of having all of my shit out in the open. I'm a very private person. I know that probably doesn't make much sense to you reading this because this is all online, which can, but probably isn't, being read by millions upon millions of people. But, it's not like I'm typing it directly to them, or waiting for their responses. You see how that works? It's like me explaing things to people... without the diffaculty of actual work. Well, here's what I'm ready to admit: I am horribly lonely. Maddie and I have been seperated for some time, which, to be quite honest, was for the ebest. She's still a friend... but that just really didn't work. Unfortunately, I couldn't really see that until a few months after we had broken up... The hearts a funny thing. But now, it's just sorta like "where am I at?". I really feel like I'm just wasting my time. When the bros and I hang out, it's fun as Hell, but I really want a different level of companionship then just my everyday loser friends. It's a differnt set of emotions entirely. And I've discovered that with continued time, and more and more of my friend sI've lost touch with, that I really need to get out there and start fucking meeting new people. The part that also REALLY bothers me about this, is the fact that women are dumb. Let me explain: The number 1 complaint I hear come out of women's mouths is that guys are stupid, never grow up, and they just want to find those 'nice guys' with a sense of humor who will do small romantic gestures just for them. Well, no matter how many time we flail our arms and scream "HELLO!!!", we 'good guys' go unnoticed. True, we may not be the most charasmatic and outgoing people, but sometimes you just need to crack the sheell to find the nut inside... I guess I'm just no good at being single, and instead of trying to help it, I settle back into the routine. Well, that's enough of my bitching on the subject... Let's move on...

Tonight, was pretty boring, mainly me just paging trough all of my old artwork (look forward to more updates on that) and trying to at least look into a few of my summer projects. All-in-all the day was pretty boring (hooray for one of my few off days). However, tonight marked a very momentous event. Conan O'Briens first night hosting The Tonight Show. Even though he probably had like a full month to perfect that one episode, I must say it was fucking hillarious!!! Kudos to Conan for bringing his charm to a new town, new set, and new time slot. Also, Will Ferrel was just the perfect fit for the first guest. My only complaint is that it seemed so short. Because it was the first episode, most of it was little videos made ahead of time explaining all of the transitions... He barely got any time with Ferrel. Nevertheless, great episode. Laughed alot.

Now, as I've covered quite teh range of topics, I'm afraid I'm done, and have got to go... Bye-bye

P.S. Facebook says I'm 24% Gay...

They Just Keep Swimming...

2009-05-30T12:04:00.003-05:00

Hello again, and welcome to today's edition of Life: Shit Happens. In today's blog, you will be let into the secret goings ons of my job. So, here goes.

First, I woke up this morning. At 8 o'clock!... 8 o'clock! Granted, I fell back asleep until closer to 8:45, but 8 o'clock! So I finally got up, and made myself a bolw of ceral and then was off to work. It's not like I had to work that early... at least not yet... No, today's big news was a staff meeting. Now, this particular staff meeting, is again, an important one. The past few have been improtant almost solely because of talks of people getting laid off. Now, They've been talking about cutting people since before the new year, so I was pretty set on the fact that we were all staying, but there was the occasional scare. Plus, what with my position transfer and all, I had a lot of unanswered questions. So, needless to say, this was an important one. However, there were a lot of holes... I got a few well needed insites into the move, but there was so much stuff that still has yet to be determined. And we move in 8 days! That meeting was about an hour long (which I did get paid for), and then I probably stuck around for another 20 minutes or so talking to the people who were actually working. And, while I was still there, the floor manager discovered that there was a huge discrepensy in the scheadule... So who did they ask to come in? Me. My hors for the day went from 2-5, to 12-5. AND, because there was still no one scheaduled hours later. So, who did they ask to fill this gap? Me. Now my brand new 12-5, turned into 12-8. Thus, I work now 12-8 both Saturday, and Sunday. The only bright spot, is in the time after I left the meeting, to starting at 12, I went and got a BOSS (again, 5$... W00T!!!). So, now here I am. Greeting. I shouldn't complain, it is an easy job. All you have to do is sit, smile, and scan peoples cards. However, it is a very dull job. Plus you really get to talk to some truly stupid people. Another down side to greeter is the fact that there's a swim meet. True, I am not part of the swim meet, and I'm really not working at keeping it running, but I do have to put up with swimmer douches all day. First, I have to try and differentiate, which people coming into the building want to use our facilities, or are here for the swim meet. Which isn't bad, I just do a shitty job of screening people, and they naturally end up where they need to go. However, there are still swimmers around. Swimmers who are not in the water. And swimmers who are not in the water are douches that just won't shut the fuck up... And somehow they all think they're changing the world by swimming gooder. God, they're dumb as FUCK!!! Grrr, but enough about that, if I start, it won't stop (and for anyone who has ever read my blog ever, you have likely witnessed me p.m.s. about swim meets). Blarg. It's gonna be a long weekend. And, still no sign of anybody taking any of my shifts...

So I Edited The Look And Feel Of Mai Blog! :)

2009-05-30T02:29:00.001-05:00

Okay, seriously, it's time for me to go to bed!

Ring Around The Rosie

2009-05-30T01:32:00.003-05:00

Hi. I should probably be in bed right now, seeing as how I do have a fairly improtant meeting in the morning, but, I figured, why not talk to people that don't exist. Thus, I write a blog post :)

So... work. Basically it's like this: I got out of school, oh, say about three weeks ago, and I have already gotten fed up with myself. Almost immediately out of the school scheadule, I know wake up at noon and fall asleep around 4 to 5 in the morning... these are not normal hours... Needless to say, waking up at noon, going to work in the afternoon, and wasting hours on end either on the lollernet, or just sitting around at Kiwi's has really put me in this... funk. I've got BIG plans for this summer! There are so many things I want/need to get down, and I feel that I'm not even chipping away at it. True, summer has just started, but still. I mean, my whole June is already booked up (okay, not literally, but it feels like it). June is gonna run kinda like this:
June 4th is my birthday (coincedentily, it's my mom's birthday too... And Steph, but no one loves her), sadly, I've got work. I'm pretty sure the kidlings have graduation somwhere around there. Then, the 14th, I've got to find someone to sub for me because my mom's work has some uber crazy outing to the zoo (I'm going for two reasons 1. My mom pays for all of my clothes, food and bills 2. it includes tons of free shit!). The very next morning, I'm up and out the door. Off to Kiwi's Grandma's cottage for a tradition as old as time... That'll be a week (which I still need to find subs for...) and almost right after we get back, the big gig blows up like Hiroshima! that's right Summerfest, the most pimp-tastic thing around (suck it Illinois!). So, I've got 4 major days planned out for this years line-up. Shiny Toy Guns, Rise Against, The Airborne Toxic Event (being opened up by Cage The Elephant), and none other than The Offspring. 3 out of those 4 days, I need off of work. Oh, and one other thing to mention about work... I will be working almost double the amount of hours I was before (it's actually like 1.5, but double sounds scarier), and I'm being transfored positions. So, as soon as I find a new spot in the team, and are given tons of free hours, I ask off time and time again. And because I'm just a part time employee who's only been there a little over a year, I really don't get any benefits... So I have to find subs for all of these dates... God forbid they just give me some damn vacation time, and fill them in for me... Well, like I said, more hours. Which basically equates to, I no longer have a weekend (8-5 every Saturday, and 2-8:30 every Sunday. Plus a Thursday shift, plus loose talks of me picking up Fridays starting in July...). Which, I mean, the money'll be great, but my social life will become even more of a wreck than it is now... and I want to be in a relationship. Bah! So that's where I'm at with that. June will be a CrAzY time for me, so for those of you who will see me, or at least for those of you who read this, bere with me here, it's gonna get nutz!

Yeah, This Isn't Helping My Sleeping Pattern...

2009-05-26T01:46:00.002-05:00

Hi! Do you boys and girls know what time it is? It's new blog post time. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's right, now just sit back and let your brain melt into unintellectual putty!
So yesterday (well, it's technically 2 days ago... Sunday...) I worked until about 8:30. I then went home, and just as I had promised myself, I went for a run. Running for me is one of those activities that just clears my head. No matter what's going on in life, that run will just let it all slip away. All the shit you carry around, that hinder your good judgement and scour around all of your thoughts. Now, at this point, you might be asking yourself 'just what could have happened from the time the previous post ended to the time you got off of work that could have possible broken the horses back'? Well... I don't really know. There was no big occurance, or just one of those last little pushes that makes you snap... I just got off work, and felt utterably alone. Ihad, right before I left work, changed my Facebook status to something along the lines of I was goign for a run and then resting in my favorite spot. I said anyone who felt it upon themselves to show up could, but whatever. And in the back of my mind, I really just wanted someone to show up. Not like a whole group of people looking to hang out, just one person I could have a real conversation with. You see, I've discovered, having been single for some time now, that I'm not good at it. But that's okay, I've got a great group of friends that have seen me through thick and thin, that I wouldn't trade for all of the money in the world. But you know what I've really started to see? We never talk about anything serious... We're always in such big groups, that all we end up talking about is music or movies or just stupid shit we've done over the years... And don't get me wrong, that's all great, but hanging out in the same guys living room, eating the same Pick n' Save sale food, watching the same shows, talking about the same music, and telling the same stories, has been starting to get old. It's like all of us as a collective group have just stopped moving. We're all in this stand-still as we watch all of those spinning and whirling around us. So, their in my favorite spot... I sat. I had a pretty short run (which I was down with), and then I just reached the end of my trip and just sat there... I was out there just looking up at the sky. It was a little cloudier than I had hoped. I really wanted there to be some stars out. And I sat there. I was there for a good hour... just waiting. I knew nobody would really show up, because the time was terrible for all of my friends who actually knew where I was... But still, sometimes you just have that hope. I was actually out there for a good hour before I finally stood up and just started walking about. I was moving at a real slow pace, but nonetheless got home pretty quick (my spot ain't too far from home).
So after I got home I milled about and finally just resorted to going online. I figured, no one may have shown up, but I can still talk to people online. I'll settle. And peoples were actually online! I actually was happy there were peoples online that I could just talk with. However, that was very, very minute experience. Not long before I started talking with people did they shoot offline like cockroaches to light. And that, I felt, just made things worse. So, havign to get, something, anything off of my chest, I just started writing. I wrote almost a full page of just random crap to myself. I wrote for awhile before I started just hopping around from various little projects I have in the works. Long story short (I know, it's a little late for that) I ended up staying up till 4 doing next to nothing... And now tonight, I seem to be doing the same thing, and I still have yet to just talk with someone, but oh well... I'm pretty sure a time will come (hopefully soon) when there's somebody just willing to talk, and yeah, willing to hear me blabber on and on. But for tonight, that's all I've got. Bye-byes.

Sunday, Bloody Sunday...

2009-05-24T15:02:00.003-05:00

I. Like. To. Dance. I like to dance. I LIKE TO DANCE! :D
Sorry...
Anywho, I'm back and trying to stick to guns (that's a really gross saying...) and keep up with this here blog. I really do miss the days when I posted EVERY day. It was pretty cool. It was like Twitter, except less gay...

Okay, moving on. Yesterday went kinda like this. I woke up around noon, which is pretty well standard for me during the summer. However, I've got mixed feelings about it seeing as how it kills my whole day. Nonetheless, that's when I woke up. After that, i tried to get some stuff done before I was off to work. So, I ate and went online, trying to find out if any last minute strides were made to secure plans for that night, and, go figure, there really weren't. I did however get to talk to Drew about what may or may not be happening. You see, Smerz had been trying to arrange a movie night for the past few days, and so far other plans, or masturbation have made it so almost no one could go. I kinda wanted to go mainly because we haven't had a movie night in some time, plus we were gonna watch "Fanboys". So I made some pretty shotty plans with Drew once I got off work.
While at work, I did my best to keep busy. I was always up and moving around the building and I also had to take my totally lame training online (code yellow = a bomb threat). However, I soon got roped into 3 more hours of work. So I told the buiding supervisor, I'll work, if you let me leave right now to go grab supper. She didn't care, so I left and went to Pick n' Save for a BOSS (btw, $5 for a boss again with card. W00T!!!). I also called Drew to just tell him that when I got off at 8 I'd just call him. I also ran into my mom at Pick n' Save. So I had to stay at work an extra 3 hours, which really wasn't that bad.
Then, after I got off, I went home to drop all of my shit off and get ready to leave again. I had to eat some corn my mom had left out for me, and as I was eating that, I contacted Drew via facebook chat, and told him to come pick me up. Right before he came to my door, Kiwi calls saying that he and Jake were done, we should swing by T&D and pick them up. So as soon as Drew and Smerz showed up at my door, we headed on over there. Apparently, Kiwi didn't even work at all, he just stuck around and helped Jake every nowand again. So we stuck around for a bit (Drew and Kiwi raced... they have a small arcade there). We finally left again, and I pushed for us to pick up Jenny, despite the complete lack of room for another person in the car. So we went to Jenny's and Kiwi, Smerz and I all got out to go to her front door. Smerz,being the creeper that he is, decides he'd rather say "hello" through their front window, rather than going and knocking on the front door. So we asked for Jenny, and were met with the response that she was sleepy-bye. So, close to saying 'okay' and walking back to the car, Jenny rallied and we were invited to wait inside. Jenny walked around all zombie like for a few minutes as she got up and got ready to leave. It was nice to see her because I haven't seen her in AGES, while almost everyone has seen her at least once since the begining of summer (saaaaaaaaaaad face... well, sad face up until last night that is). So we all piled into the back seat and went to Smerz's. We sat around for a bit before Smerz popped in "Fanboys". Now, I first heard about "Fanboys" a few years ago back when it was going to be released in 06 (I believe). And when I first heard about it, I thought it sounded awesome, however, to be more realistic it probably wasn't. It had a plot where I was all lik "lol, that sounds like fun", but I more or less was thinking in my head, "This movie is gonna be a piece of indie shit, and blow hardcore". BUT. Here's the interesting part. That movie was awesome! It was every nerd's, every loser's, every geek's guilty pleasure movie with loads of guest stars and references to all sorts of pop-culture goodness. It was genuinely a great movie, and I had an awesome time watching it with the bros... and Jenny... Not that Jenny isn't cool and all, but she's not a bro. She could be... but I don't want her to be... Not because I'm sexiest or think she couldn't cut it as a bro, just that i hang out with so few woman, that I need some of the to stay woman... and not bros... does that make any sense? Well it does to me... So then after that we just sorta hung out for an hour or two watching random videos and telling stories of the past, before finally venturing off. I'm pretty sure we scared Jenny more on that ride home than we had the rest of the night. You see, we did a Drew run (which basically consists of driving by Drew's old house screaming Drew's name, as well as slanderous remarks about him (keep in mind it was about 1:30 in the morning)). Then we dropped Jenny off, then me, then... I don't know, I was at home. I tried to get to bed soon after I got home, but I was tossing and turning all night... it was not a comfortable sleep at all...
I had originally planned on waking up around 8 (I even set my alarm) because I start work at 12:30, and I totally needed to take a shower before work. This, however, did not happen... not at all. I woke up [finally] at 11:45... Wow, I am the laziest piece of shit ever... So I ate the left over bit of half of my boss (I cut it in half for yesterday and today, so I finished the half from yesterday that I hadn't finished... if that makes any more sense). Then I was off to work. I've been at work since than, and I'll be here for another two or so hours. But it's all good, it's just more money for me...

And speaking of money, I'm about to go on a rant here, that was spurred on by a member. Okay, so, I work about 20 hours a week during school, and soon to be about 30 during the summer. I work at a rate of $8 and 50 cents an hour, which is good for me, but no where near what you'd rely on as a full-time job. So, I'm a full-time college student, and part-time employee living at home. I'm working very hard to keep my head above water, and I refuse to fall into debt with school and such (I do pay for all of my tuition costs etc. etc.). So, if I can slowly build up my own money duirng school, keep all of my tuition and costs paid off, I will get out of school, debt free, and with all of the money my mom set aside for me for college in the first place. That means that as soon as I graduate (and hopefully find a job) I will have enough money saved up for the down payment on a house or a car, or something in order to really get my adult life started on a strong foot. And yeah... it sucks. It's hard. And I don't want to do it... But that's life, you know. Shit happens (see: title). I'm trying my best to keep this balance. I'll take as much shit as I have to to assure a strong and prosperous future for that of myself and those around me... However, these stupid mother fuckers are running around all willy-nilly thinking they can afford and apartment!!! Jake, Andrew, and now third party, Crabman, are going ahead an trying to get an apartment. Great! A place to hang out! A place that WE can make our own rules, our own hours, and live in our own style. BUT WAIT! What money do you have to pay for this place? I don't know... How are you guys gonna get around without a car or a bus pass? I don't know... How are you guys gonna split up bills, food, clothing? I don't know... Not to mention all of the extras and ammenities that we have all grown to know and love? I don't know... Collectively, they don't even make enough for rent, how are they gonna pay for the rest of it? Plus they all want to go to MATC in the fall. How? And with what money??? Not a single damn one of them have taken into accoutn that they will have to pay for every piece of food they eat. Every piece of clothing they wear, and every single bill: electricity, gas, water... Where is this money coming from?!?! Although, yes, I can only contest to Jake and Andrew's work situation, and based on that: They can't do it! Andrew works in cycles it seems where one week he is needed daily, and puts in nice 6-8 hour shifts, and some weeks where they don't need him at all. And Jake... I'm sorry, but T&D is NOT a good employer. Part time on the side sure. They are overworked, underpaid, and the hours are not only spotty, but terrible. And I'm sorry if I sound like a dick here but it's true. If you make less than $100 a month, YOU CAN NOT, and I repeat, CAN NOT afford to pay rent, even if you've got two other people pitching in! And lets say for instance that Crabman has an awesom job, steady hours, nice pay, and good job stability; it won't be long before he stops and realises 'hey, why the fuck am I paying for all of this and letting these two piggy back off of me'? Or, maybe his job is just like Andrew's and Jake's, in which Andrew (he's the only on eI'm sure of what he has banking wise, so he'll be my example) will have to tap into his savings. And it doesn't take a fuckin' economist or math matician to see that digging out of your savings month by month is not a good thing... I mean, for God's sake, can't they see that the money they are making won't cut it! Even if they tighten the belt, get really cheap and cut donw on everything, make every dollar go further... THEY STILL DON'T HAVE ENOUGH! I mean, everyone badger's Steve (mainly Jake), you've got money, a job, and a house full of stupid people, why don't you move out and come live with us. Um, 1. because he, much like myself, watches 8,000 dollars dissapear out of his bank account per year 2. Because he's doing the smart thing and saving money so as to accumulate more of it, and 3. He doesn't want to stop his current life style. The man has like 500 DVDs, plus goes to see hundreds of movies in theaters. You think he could keep up these movie statistics working part time at the library AND paying for food, clothing and rent??? I think not... I'm gonna try and cut myself off here because, well, NOBODY IS FUCKING LISTENING TO ME!!! Every time I try and bring up the fact that this won't work ,and all this about the lack of money, what happens? A jew joke? Some sort of Nazi and/or oven crack? How does that help you? Further more, how does that prove me wrong? And who knows, maybe out of fucking no where, this might work... but in my reality, it will be a few months before these three are misreable, broke, and hungry. and then what? Are they gonna let their pride go and go home? Not likely! Judging by the way they've been acting, they'd rather see themselves into the ground before admiting they were WRONG...

Oh My God, What Is That?... And Why Does It Smell???

2009-05-18T00:11:00.002-05:00

So I've been up since 5:00 am... But lets not start there. Let's begin with Saturday night. Now, Saturday was my very first day of summer as I have FINALLY completed my first year of college. I can't say that I'm entirely pleased with my college experience thus far, but I will suffer well... Besides, that's neither here nor there.

So Saturday night was such a relief. True, there's TONS of shit still going on, but there's no more school... So I had work, only 3 hours though. I helped paint some windows and talked most of the time anyways. So then I went home and was met with an unwelcome barrage of words. Basically, my mom is stressed... really stressed... really really stressed... First, the bank she works at was robbed (while she was working mind you). So she's been dealing with that and the thought of three armed men screaming at her and her coworker and whether or not she's actually okay enough to return to work... and then our brand new refrigerator is NOT WORKING PROPERLY after literally 31 days of operation... so we allocated all of the perishable items (milk, cheese, etc.). So I helped her with things around the house before I pulled out stacks and stacks of tax papers to fill out my Financial Aid forms. That took longer than I would have liked, mainly because it's taxes... taxes suck. And when I was done with all that, I needed to hang out with the bros! so we all began the trek to Kiwi's. We ended making a pretty big detour because we saw MANY fire trucks pass us with ambulances etc. and we could smell/see smoke from many a block away. so after that short investigation, we headed to Kiwi's. We finished watching SNLs season finale. From the few skits we caught, it seemed pretty epic (as this entire season as being hailed as). then a little after midnight, Kiwi turned on AvH: Alien vs. Hunter. More and more these sci-fi moves do less to amuse and entertain me, and more of just piss me off and kill pieces of my insides... and not in a good way!!! So about 12:30 I got up and started my walk back home. I just got down the street before realizing I didn't have my house key. So, I called Jack to tell Andrew to meet me to give me his key so I could go home (Andrew spent the night at Kiwi's if that makes that make a little more sense...). So I finally got home and to bed around 2 am...

Yeah

So I was asleep until 5, when I woke up with an AWFUL tummy ache. I've been having a lot of these same kinds of tummy aches, but so far they've all occurred at the ends of the night so I fall asleep and let it fix itself while I sleep it off. But never have I woken up with it... So, I head to the bathroom and sit on the pot for a bit. Then I go back to bed. Roll around in pain. Then went back to the pot. I took a mad crazy shit then went back to bed. Okay, I got that out of me... time for my tummy to start feeling better right? WRONG! My tummy was still painful enough to prevent me from going back to bed, so I needed to find another solution here. So I settle for a bath. That's right. A warm bath. I don't know what I was thinking at the time, or why I thought it worked, but I had to do something. Before I got into the tub, I was literally shaking, and could hardly stand. The bath... was really helpful. I don't know why, but the warm water really calmed it. So I got out of the tub around 8-ish. I ate some plain toast and went back to bed. I popped in the second disk of Invader Zim (I'm on a crusade to finish all of my season dvds), and relaxed a little. Some time around 9am I drifted off to sleep and grabbed a 2 hour nap. From there I proceded to do a dance of waking up and falling back asleep. This happened a good 12 times before I finally got up and ate lunch. From there I finished some loose ends then got ready for work.

Work was pretty boring... I mean, it was a Sunday, and it was nice outside... Sooooooooooo it was a slow day. And the worst part is, yeas there's free time, but 8 hours on a lazy Sunday (yeah I did) such as this... it really drags. But finally, work came to a close and us employees rejoiced. It was finally time. Time to not only close up, but to also hit up Becca's. Yes, this is the same Becca I work with, and unknowingly confessed my love for a few times here in my blog. Well, yeah. She was throwin' a bumpin' house party because she is going on vaca to Africa this summer. She's goin' with the fam and living with relatives for the next 3 months. She will be missed, but this will be a great experience for her. But yeah. It was party time. Her house was AWESOME!!! I met some of her family and said hi to her cousin (I know him... but not in a creepy way or anything!!!). There was about 10 or so people there in the basement (I only knew Theresa (who gave me a ride there) and John (another building supervisor... he's kind of a dick) and of course Becca). Nevertheless it was pretty fun. Yohan came (I don't care if I spelt that right, he's weird as Hell anyways), which offered some cheap laughs. And then I started talking to one of Becca's friends. He was pretty cool. We hit it off pretty well (I'm not gay!). We talked about art, music, movies, etc. etc., and Yohan jumped in with long drown out stories and tidbits of his books and such. So at about 11, Becca finally said "I'm going to Africa in a few hours, get the fuck out of my house"... Well, not in those exact words... no... you know what, we'll just stick with that. So Theresa and I left again. Well, no not at first. After she got to the car, she realized she didn't have her phone, so I called her and we looked for it. After finding nothing, we headed back to work. We found her phone and then we walked around the building for a bit. That place is so creepy with the lights off and nobody there. So then she drove me home, and I came up here. And now as the time is about quarter after 1, I decided to leave you all with this tasty morsel: a blog post! Good night.

Hey Look! It's New!

2009-05-01T11:31:00.003-05:00

Yeah, so I've been tossing around the idea of scraping my blog and moving on with my life (Which I've been trying to do for the past few weeks now). Ans yes, I even changed my blogs description to reflect that fact that I don't wanna waste more time writing about stupid shit that happened during my day (although I have been coontemplating creating an anthology of funny stories from my life. I've got a lot of them...) But I've just got to get this out there somehow...

So today is Friday. I've got 2 classes than work. I was invited to a protest march downtown in order to protest some sort of immigrant rights etc. etc. (oh, btw, happy mayday!). However, I'm afraid I'm skipping the march to instead finish homework and not miss my second class.

But this is where things got weird. I was sitting down watching the latest episode of Heroes (I worked this past Monday), when this older gentleman walked up to me. Now, I'm sitting on an offshoot hallway of the major eatery area of the union, so I'm pretty secluded. He started talking, and I asked him to repeat himself as I paused my show and took out an earbud. He then proceeded to come closer to me and ask if I had a minute for him to talk to me. I saw him figiting with a small pamphlet in his hand, so I knew what he was gonna talk about... Jesus. So [regretably] I said yes and he sat down next to me. I knew somehting was wrong when he asked me if I wanted any coffee (I'm pretty sure he was talking about HIS coffee that he was holding in his hand), I declined 1) because I don't like coffee and 2) because the bitch was probably trying to drug me. So then he brought out his fruity bible pamphlet and started writing on it. What the fuck?!?!? Just give me the shit, tell me Jesus loves me and walk away! But he didn't... He finished writing his name, phone number, and e-mail. Then he said, okay, we're going to read this together... WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! At this poitn I was like: no no no, something's not right. So I said to him, oh, well I'm a little busy, could you just leave it with me, and I'll read it in my spare time, but he said no, and that we could read it together. He started, and traded it off to me for the next paragraph. He kept telling me to read it outloud and that he'd love to hear my voice, but I kept declining telling him I'd really rather not. this went on until the small hand out was completed. And when it was over he kept going on and on about how I have to let God in my heart and cry outloud 'Lord come in my life' and stupid shit like that. He then invited me to some Jesusfreak get togethers where he and I could go get coffee and talk about the Lord. Okay... No... But then he kept talkign saying we didn't have to go out for coffee if I didn't want to, and that we could go grab lunch... or dinner some time... WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Is this man trying to seduce me? He's like a billion years old and obsessed with Jesus (Note- he did tell me multiple times that he was 60). And he just wouldn't stop talking!!! All this nonsence about how he feels that I've let God into my heart, and I'm filled with light. Whoa, careful buddy, I don't know what you're thinking, but you're not gonna be filling me with anything!!! I kept looking around to make sure if I need to get this fucker out here, I could. Then he just kept talking! GO AWAY! And then he again invited me to get togethers once a week during the summer. I said no. Theh he- I said no. And one more time he- I said no. So he let me keep his lame pamphlet with his name and number on it (don't worry, they'll be listed at the end) and told me to wrestle anyone if they try to take it from me, and I gave him my e-mail address so he could keep me up to date on Jesus (just my school one. I figured I could e-mail campus security and give them this guys info). He FINALLY left and I was more than relieved... But then he came back and said he remembered why he had come this way in the first place! He 'wanted to get a donut'. WHAT FUCKING DONUT YOU'RE GOING TO THE END OF A HALL, THERE ARE NO FUCKING DONUTS!!! So he offered to get me a donut, saying that the ones with raspberry filling are really good. NO!!! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU SCAREY ASS JESUSFREAK!!! So he FINALLY left AGIAN.

Then I washed my hands.

Just incase you need 'spiritual' guidance:
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Gah!

2009-04-21T10:16:00.002-05:00

Now, this blog was started off as a 'dairy' of sorts, in order for me to write about my day, as well as write it in an interesting enough manner that anybody like me could, pick up, read through easily, and hopefully draw humor from. For the most part, I believe a decent job despite the fact that my blog is an incredible pile of shit. But, I'm sorta at this point where I'm almost tempted to ditch it. I like writing, and I think the informal nature of my blog gives me a nice writing fix that I really don't have to think much into... I can just do. Don't think, do! However, with my schedule, I write about 2 blogs a week. Considering I've done a blog just about everyday (prior to maybe the past month or so), 2 a week is a vast decline. And I'm the type of person who believe 'It's all or nothing'... No half-assed bullshit! So, with the state of it now, half-assed would almost be a compliment!

Take for instance, the fact that, if you've read any of my posts thus far, you usually get a nice rough outline of my day, with the important bits being more prevalent. But now, you don't know shit about my life! Which is altogether counter intuitive because the busier I am, the more shit that's actually going on in my [boring ass] life!

Ugh.

What do you think? Should I scrap this thing while I'm 'ahead'?
(yes, I realize the fact that all of...1 person will respond to this, sooooo... Tell your friends!!!)

Caiffiene Now!!!

2009-04-16T18:35:00.000-05:00

plz?

Blogging Sucks When You've Got No Time To Do It...

2009-04-13T20:33:00.002-05:00

Yeah, so I missed wishing you all a Happy Easter. The Easter Platypus sends his regards... and his shrimp... I also missed telling you all about my super cool concert. The concert was fun, but for ways I hadn't expected. First off, Shiny Toy Guns only played 5 songs... only one of which was off of their new album. So that was a bummer, however the All American Rejects portion of the show was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. First off, I must say that AAR is NOT a hardcore band by any means... That being said, the crowd was fucking crazy pushing and shoving in huge waves of people, throwing elbows and shouting. It was pretty crazy... Plus AAR attracted A LOT of barely legal ass into the Rave, which was nice to see. However there were some girls, who didn't look a day over 12, with the shortest skirts I've ever seen. I'll be damned if they were any longer than my pinky finger... It was REALLY sad... Slut... Anywho, fun time. Yar! Now I'm at work and this week is gonna kill my insides!

What The Fuck?

2009-04-07T17:52:00.002-05:00

So, much to my dismay, my blog has really taken a far back seat in my list of priorities... I know, it's as much of a surprise to you as it is to me... I mean, I end every night looking back on my day as if I were to be writing my blog (I even make semi-stupid witty jokes along with it! (Yeah, I got problems, and I'm not afraid to admit it!)). And yet... End of the night rolls around, and I'm bloggless...

Oh well, you're getting one now, shut up!!! Okay... Hrmm... Where to begin? I haven't blogged for a few days now, so there's probably loads of things I could talk about. And yet... I'm really not sure where to begin...

Well here's a start (it has nothing to do with my blog, but I want to talk about it nonetheless), I've seen some things. A coworker of mine was searching random stuffs on Google, and of course a lot of the initial hits were popular news sites and blogs. So, as fate would have it, she clicked on one of the many blogs. And when she was done reading it, curiosity got the best of me and I quick read through it... And you know what I realized? My blog is always gonna stay a personal thing. Why? Because I don't write about anything in particular... Everybody's blog that receives ANY hits has a central theme, such as music, movies, or sports. They all circulate around one main topic... I just bitch about random shit, and the seemingly mundane nature that is my life... Plus, all of these other blogs look so... sterile... What with their fancy-pants little lay outs, and their perfect grammar, and engaging text... pfft. I prefer the 'real' look... And by that I pretty much mean this... look around- My blog's got mistakes and it looks like shit, but that's the way I want it to look, so you can all go to Hell!

Anywho, I'm at work right now, and rather than continuing to strain my brain to remember some more important pieces of days gone bye, I'll just move on to the present, or as I like to call it: constant-anal-torture. Now, of course I mean this figuratively, and I have not had any object enter in/around my asshole (nor do I foresee any in the near future), but It's true, people have just been throwing shit at me (again figuratively... I know, hard to believe right? I ride the bus for over an hour every day, and nobody throws shit at me... crazy)! First, my architectural drawing class has been bothering me. The homework assignments are due every other Monday, and I'm supposed to be going downtown and drawing preselected buildings. However, between work and school, I don't have the time to hop a bus, go downtown, and expect it to be a light enough outside for me to locate any of these buildings... I guess I could if I really applied myself, but I don't feel like spending a few hours during my slim free time getting very little to show for it... So instead I've been using Google maps (street view is playing God!!!). I won't lie, I know that this is in a way hindering the true potential of these drawings, but if I've learned nothing this semester it's this: ...mathematical perspective is gay... And, this almost gos without explanation, I do it all last minute... So my TA wants to meet with me... I've never seen this guy before, I have no clue when his office hours are, and this class is REALLY getting on my nerves now... Plus, I've got a project due in art... I'm not quite sure when it's due... but it's coming... It was originally due last Tuesday, and it just keeps getting pushed back. I guess that's a good thing, but I can't plan very well when it keeps moving around... I should probably already be done by know, but if the last minute keeps moving, how can I? And then, to add on to that, I read an e-mail last night at 7:30, that in fact, yes, I do have to choose and mount a piece from my art class to submit to the "Foundations Show" (I'm not sure if I mentioned this or not... It's an art Gallery for first year students, however I was told that it was only open for art majors... I'm not an art major). So... Great. I need to buy some foam board to mount my drawing, tape it, then cut it down to the right size. Wow. No art store EVER stays open that damn late... Okay, I can finish it Tuesday and just submit it Wednesday right? WRONG! They stop accepting work at 5... And I've got almost straight classes till 3, and work at 4:30. Fuck... Fuck... and another for good measure: Fuck... So I took the first bus I could home, hit up Michael's, got the board, got some double-sided tape (The manufacturers of double-sided tape are fascist pigs! Price-gauging demon spawns!!!). So then I take the next bus back to campus (good bye lunch time...). I go to the gallery, finish mounting my piece, submit it (btw, they sell your shit there, so if anyone buys mine, they just bought me lunch! ^.^). Then I ran over to my Trig. class to receive very, very good news... I got a 58% on the last test! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!1!! I hope that sarcasm hit you like a vindictive bitch... The good news though, is that the whole class did bad, which means the TA thinks we're stoopid, which means he feels pity and sadness, which means he's gonna let us retake it! But (and there's always a but...), it's rescheduled for the exact same day as my art history exam... So now I have two test I, at this moment, am far from proficient from the subject matter of... Ugh... And then after math today I had to catch the later bus (which I hate because the schedule says it comes at 3:16, but it doesn't come till like 3:24 (which if you just want to go home and eat something that remotely resembles dinner, is a huge amount of time)). Blah. I made some fish sticks when I got home (which I threw in the oven while it was preheating... fuck it). And yeah... Work's almost over, and that about all I can bitch about for now (for now...).

Oh yeah, one more thing (nice!): Go see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button!

R.I. P. ER

2009-04-02T23:24:00.002-05:00

So, It's later than I normally like to type my blog, so I'm likely just gonna keep this one short. First off, let me wish all of you a happy belated April Fool's Day. You fool anybody or have any note-worthy pranks (or pranks done to you?). Either way I hope you enjoyed yourself. One prank I participated in only lasted for a few minutes, but it was golden! So, early in the morning I switched my status on Facebook to 'in a relationship', which for everyone who knows me was like a "whoa, who the fuck is this murose mutha' fucka' dating now? What the Hell???"... And yes, I was expecting this response... Then a few hours later, I get a text from Maddie saying something along the lines of "whoa, who are you in a relationship with?". I ignored her and she asked again about 10 minutes later. I ignored her again (I was gonna tell her somthing stupid, but I really dodn't want to spoil the facade). So about an hour later when I got back on Facebook, she sent me a message asking again, so I figured there was no avoiding it now. I was gonna have to think on my toes! I was aprehensive with her at first saying things like "why do you want to know? You wouldn't know her anyways...", but she kept up (she's a psycho crazy bitch when it comes to secrets and finding out information (sometimes the truth hurts)). So I finally started my story. (Note: This story is entirely fictional and does not represent the views and opinions of the author. This story was made up for the sole intensive perpous of deciving a friend)

Apparently, I had gone to a party Monday night. It was a pretty big party because the guy who invited me invited most of the people in all of his classes. While at this party, I decided to 'not be myself' and drank a little. I also introduced myself and started talking to a chick named Claire. She was pretty cute. And after a few hours of talking, her and I left to her house only a block or so away. There we made our way up to the bedroom and had half-sober sex. I woke up beside her Tuesday morning, and we started dating sometime late Tuesday/ early Wednsday.

And she bought it!!! And for those of you (who I seriously doubt exist) who don't know me all that well, this story will cause the eyes to go big, and a lack of words coming out of the agape mouth... But she bought it, and was so surprised/shocked! Then she shifted gears. She went from I "Oh my GOD... I can't believe you DID that!" To "Oh my GOD! I can't believe YOU did that!". that's when she started to get angry and called me a man whore a few times saying that I shouldn't have done that, and I've changed for the worse, and I'm a horrible person. Then she started crying saying that she didn't want to see me turn into one of THOSE guys and that she still cared for me andblah, blah, blah. I kept it up for a while trying to defend my "actions". And after a while I couldn't take it any more. She seemed so distraught and broken hearted to hear that I would do this, and no longer care. So... I had to hit the emergency exit button on it all. I apoligized a few times saying that I didn't intend on it to go this far (which is the truth). I was honestly expecting her to turn green and start ripping peoples heads off all while emitting a strange red-orange glow from her eyes, but luckily she seemed more relived than anything else. It was good fun though, because while I was making all of this up, I was watching 40 Year Old Virgin, and looking at the new series of Halo toys (lol). But yeah, I got her good, and I even got props from her roommates. Plus, on the off chance (and by off chance, I mean if it were to happen, the world would no longer know how to proceed living...) something like this were to happen... I now know I could never tell her!

So yeah, that was my one big prank for the day. My next topic (more like half a topic). I got an Ebay account, and bought a Nine Inch Nails shirt (Oh my God, I love it! I't soooooo sexy! Looks like this)I super excited about that and can't wait till it gets here! It was only 12$ after S&H too!!! YAY!!!

So, one mroe thing to note before I go: Tonight was the last episode of the television drama ER. The show first aired in 1994 (I was only 4!!!). 15 years later, it was time for the legend to retire. I assume it has something to do with high costs and lowered ratings, however this show has still held every bit of integrity since the beginging. Even if you weren't a fan of the show itself, or the genre, you've still got to admire a show that cab last this long in modern times (you know, how shows throw huge celebrations if they even get signed on for a second season). I must admit that I haven't kept up with the show in recent years, but I'm still saddened to see it go. The end however was a great tip of the hat as the curtain finally closed for the final time. That show will be missed, and it will live on in the countless endeavours it has influenced.

Today Is Just One Of THOSE Days...

2009-03-31T20:09:00.002-05:00

Today started for me at 6:00. Woke up, got dressed (in exactly the same thing I had on yesterday (cept for underoos... those were new) Besides, nobody's gonna fuckin' notice...), ate breakfast, packed all of my stuff and hit the road. Once I got on campus I had to make a detour to the union lab to print off the resources "that I printed off and have been using since last week" (wink-wink, nudge-nudge). That took WAY too long... I can't really explain why. The programs I was using (Photoshop and Word) kept getting errors and closing, and for some reason the resizing on Word was acting TOTALLY FUCKING GAY! So I finally got those printed off and went to class. Class was really boring, all we did were portraits of someone else in class (while they were doing a portrait of you mind you). So there was constant moving. However mine turned out pretty good, with at least one person telling me it "kicked ass". So... Yay. I also found out about a gallery that intro art students have to participate in (but I'm not an art major so fuck all of you, I don't have to do it!!!). This came as great news to me that I don't have to put forth extra time/work/moneys towards putting a few crappy pieces in some N00B show... Plus, even better news, our public art piece got pushed back even further! It's now due next week Tuesday! Sweet! It was originally supposed to be due today! So my morning started off pretty well...

Next up was art history. So I had to pick up a folder of assignments I turned in before Spring Break, and then run outside and across campus. But it was rainy... and cold... and shitty. So I got to Art History just as it was starting. I stayed awake in that class because I brought a Rockstar with me. The reason why that kept me awake so well was because it was a Roasted Latte Rockstar... and I'm not a fan of coffe (I only had it because I got it for free from work, and I wanted the can for my enrgy drink can collection). So ever sip gave me gave me an unpleasant coffee bean flavor in my mouth. You know, if it wasn't for the annoying after taste of the coffe bean, it would have been okay. It was a thick and creamy (no jokes, please) vanilla flavor with almost vague hints of chocolate, but that bean taste... not for me... So that class ended (fuck! I've got another test coming up!). Then came my lunch break. I walked to the math building (It was still rainy) to wait for my next class. I ate, tried getting on a computer to check e-mails ect., but there was nothing of it, almost all the computers were dead. So I tried reading for a bit, but then I started thinking that I may or may not have a test today in math, so I studied up until then. Fortunately, we didn't have a test (it's on Thursday), and we reviewed for it. Class ran a few minutes late, so even though I rushed, I couldn't catch the early bus. So I waited for the next... and waited... and waited... and waited... I was there for well over half an hour. This just had to happen to me the day it's raining, fucking cold and windy, and I had work... And the bus (when it finally did come) was PACKED! So I ended up sharing a seat with my art portfolio... Blah. Then, as I finally stepped off the bus at about 3:50 (note the bus drops me off right in front of work, I need to walk home, eat, then walk back to work. One way, that walk takes me about 10-15 minutes... Yeah... Thanks bus!). So, not feeling like rushing or skipping a meal just to run to work was definately not an appealing option to me. So I called in and said I'd be in at 5... fuck it... I made food (blt and some mac n' cheese) really quick, ate, then hauled my ass out again. This walk was entirely unpleasant. I mean, getting off the bus to the house was bad enough because I had my art portfolio on my shoulder, but at least I was moving with the wind. Now I was going against and my cheap ass umbrella did nothing but piss me off! The stupid piece of shit wouldn't even hold itself up, and it kept catching gusts of wind and flipping up. It pissed me off soooooooooo much... and it didn't even help! I got to work SOAKED!

Work was crazy because we were short staff. But alas, I got through the night. And now, I'm pretty hungry, and have just discovered I stayed very late to get a few extra things down. So I'm gonna go now... okay... bye.

Believe It Or Not, This Is My 100th Post!!!

2009-03-27T18:01:00.005-05:00

6 months and 63,347 words later (yeah that's right. I copied all of my blog posts (titles included) into Word and had it do a word count... took me a little over an hour to copy it all...) I have hit the milestone 100th post!!! I've officially hit triple digits! Awesome!!!

I'm really proud of myself for getting this far... True I get really lazy/busy from time to time and just set aside blogging, and true there is little to none pertinent information in my blog, but I don't care! I've posted 100 times!!! It's crazy...

So, aside from that, news from my life. Hmmmmmmmmmmm... Let's see. First, off, I haven't blogged in a few days (which I'm sure you have ALL noticed), so I'll try to remember enough little things to throw in here. mkay... The end of last week was pretty dull. I had lots o' homework to do, and tried just locking myself away at home... This only half worked seeing as how I had work Fri., Sat., and Sun.. Becca and I are currently in debates/negotiations for hours. I've got em' she wants em'. What is a boy to do? So as of right now, we split the days we've got... but our hours pretty well stay the same (I still got my usual 17, she ended up sliding 1 extra hour past). So know she was trying to swindle my Sunday hours (the ones I work alone), and I just told her to talk to the boss man to get herself as an extra... Win-win for us... All loose from a corporate side, but we're just gonna keep that on the DL.

I finished my English homework on Saturday night, and also got one of the best e-mails EVER! My art project was now moved and due on Thursday instead of Tuesday! Thank God almighty I'm free at last! And instead of still working on it (as I had planned to do Sunday and Monday night...) I was a bum! Sunday night, I ended up walking to Half Price Books with Drew and Jake (Wait wait wait wait wait... I'm gonna need to take a side road here for just a minute)

Okay, allow me to explain. Drew. AKA: N00B...A man who was in the same graduating class as Steve, my brother Andrew, and Nate (The crazy commy I always see on the bus). However, about a year after he graduated, he and his family moved to Appleton, so he went bye-bye. This was unfortunate for the time because A. The Group was only just molding into the awesome form it is today, so we were in a less stable state (sort of), and B. because we used to crash at his house after school... So he left, and despite the occasional online greeting, we really didn't hear from him that much... We did keep up to date on the big stuff though, like when he told us he'd be moving out and renting an apartment with some friends. This specific apartment was directly above a card shop [of sorts]. They had cards, games, D & D, Swords and other weapons, all sorts of stuff for Drew to blow his rent money on (one of the few reasons he is titled 'N00B'). We visited him once up there, and the place was pretty cool... I mean, it wasn't perfect by any means, but I think that's what made it cool. So we made our jokes, had some fun, then left... A while later, we hear of some more 'big news'. Turns out Zoltan (the guy who owned the shop/was Drew's landlord/friend (His real fake name was Zenobia or something... but Zoltan is funnier)) was... and how to I put this nicely... pounding Drew's sister... I won't go into detail for that's really bogus of me to go throwing it around the internet like that (even though all who will read this already know...). Soooooooooooo Zoltan got into some legal troubles, lost the shop, had to go to a state funded place where they hold people for a certain amount of time... and... Drew moved in with yet another friend back down here almost 2 years later... It's funny how life works... Okay, and we're back in.

Where was I? Oh yeah, we all walked to Half Price. It's not TOO long a walk, all things considered, but it is a lot easier when you can talk the entire time. Anyways, we got there and I found some stuffs to buy with my 50% off coupons (I less than three Half Price Books friends club thing! If you're not already, SIGN UP! IT'S FREE!!!) I ended up getting the oldschool players guide to Tekken 3 (Tekken 3 was teh ownage back in the day! And in case you're wondering, or think I'm just fucking crazy, I DO NOT need this player's guide for the purpose it was intended for. I collect player's guides because they have awesome pictures and are nice time pieces...) and I got Superman Doomsday (The animated retelling of one of the best graphic novels of all time The Death of Superman) I ended up giving one of my coupons to Jake so he could buy some Full Metal Alchemist soundtrack. So I paid full price for my player's guide (still cheap as shit... Yay Half Price Books!!! ^.^). So we left, made a stop at Andy's to see if Jake couldn't just buy a pack of 5 bus tickets (he couldn't...) and then went to Taco Bell. We took our shit to go and all walked back to my place, They waited for the bus, I went in, yay.

Now, on to today! Woke up, got everything ready, left caught the bus, had an apple, went to class. Archy Theory today was all about wood (no joke!). Then I left and went home. I was happy because that would be my only class for the day. So I dropped off my paper in my TA's mailbox than hit up the 49U and went back home. While at home I watched Superman Doomsday with Andrew. It was okay (I liked that they kept violence and language in and just went for the PG-13 rating... It kept more of the serious mood that way). However, I REALLY wish they would have made it like twice its length, and added more emphasis on the DEATH of Superman. The movie itself covered both the death and rebirth of the man of steel (Jesus allusions anyone?). But the death was just a blip, and nothing more. The novel itself actually felt like it was dragging on too long because the final fight was massive, spanning entire states and multiple superheroes (all of whom were absent from the movie). All-in-all, it was fun to see and a nice little thing to have, but it had it's fair share of let downs. After that, we had to help our mom paint the kitchen ceiling (RANDOM AS FUCK!!!). Then I had a dentists appointment... Blah! At least it got me out of English. Apparently I ACTUALLY need to floss, go fucking figure. Once that was over, I went and took a nap in the car while my mom had her appointment. Then we made a few quick errands before heading home. One of said errands took us to CVS where I ran into Lizzy (Hi!), and another took us to the library. I chatted wit Steve for a few minutes before renting a few more cds and leaving. They only had one cd I reserved, so I've got to go back in a few days to pick up the other. Today I got Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell by Social Distortion and Death Magnet by Metallica. My mom saw that I had a Metallica cd and was all like "Waaaah, Metallica?!?!? That's heavy metal, why are you listening to that!?!??! Waaaaaah!"... I then had to explain to here that no, no Metallica is not all that heavy (comparatively speaking), and I've never really listened to them, but I feel as though I have to after getting all of Apocolyptica's cds. But anywho, got home, helped make foods, then quick caught Heroes. It was a pretty cool episode (I thought). Andrew didn't like it because it 'focused too much on the Petrelli family', but let's be honest, their dialogue and family drama almost drive that show itself! If you really think about it, that family is the heart of it all (if any). And yeah, that was about all of my day. Now I'm chatting with Emily at how we wish we would have known sooner that The Faint and Ladytron were coming to town. Tickets are only $20!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But it's on Wed. night!!! Blargety blargety blarg!!!

Well, yep, that's the shit goin down in my town... I hope you enjoyed my momentous 100th post! Sleep tight party people!

A New Level Of Fail...

2009-03-26T07:43:00.002-05:00

Wow... I forgot my art portfolio at home... I have art today... WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! So, needless to say I'm skipping my art class (which starts in 15 minutes) and spending the next 3 free hours working on my English paper... Wow... Fuck my life! If I wasn't going to class today, why did I wake up at 6 and truck my ass down here? Why God, why???

Random Shit...

2009-03-25T15:50:00.002-05:00

So, today started off like any other, wake up far too early, hop on a bus which I'll sleep on, go to a place I can't stand, not say a single damn word, go to a boring class, take a nap, then go home...

Yeah, I know, all shit you've already heard before. Some stuff you haven't heard from me though is 1. I discovered last night that there will be a staff dodgeball league being set up... Still not sure if I really want to do it though...

2. I just realized last night that I've got a dentist appointment next Mon., which basically eqautes to: I can't go to my English class so I've got to finish my paper early and get 3 copies to her before 2-ish... Hooray... I'm doing this all so someone can poke and prod the inside of my mouth, bitch at me for not flossing, and then re-schedule me for a later date so they can fill up all of my cavaties (fuck you teeth! What? Brushing twice a day + anticavity rinse not doin' it for you???).

3. My final big public art piece is due next week as well (Tues) MAI BUCKET!!!

4. My weekend is gonna fucking suck!!! (see: #2 & 3)

5. Awesom lunch today! A B.O.S.S. (Big Oversized Sub Sandwich... and yes, that is VERY repitive) and a Kool-aid burst (if you don't remember those from your childhood, you don't deserve to breathe the same air as the rest of humanity...)

6. It's sad that I'm really racking my brain to fill in some more numbers here...

K, I guess I'll just stop there because I've got to get typing on that essay of mine... Bye...

I'm Back In School...

2009-03-23T08:32:00.002-05:00

Yep... it's true. I had to go back... But here's my latest video outing. Enjoy!

It's Coming Down

2009-03-21T19:06:00.002-05:00

So, here I am in the very last stretch of my Spring Break Vacation... I need another week... Okay, let's recap.
Wed.- Woke up, hoped a bus downtown (an hour later than I wanted to), drew a few buildings on Marquette's campus for an architecture class (God, I really hate Marquette... The people there are such assholes...). Then I hit up the Rave to buy my Shiny Toy Guns/ All-American REjects ticket (April 11 baby!!!). Then I treated myself to a lunch at Cousins (philly cheese-steak! Yummmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!). Then I continued walking until I got back to the 12's stop (all in all I probablt walked a god 20-30 blocks) I called Emily who was going to meet me down at the art museum. She cancelled... ohhhhhhhh, I'm so saaaaaaad. Maybe some other time? (<--------Insert sarcasm here). That sounds mean... but whatever... So I went to the art museum to finish my art history assignment... alone. I never thought it would be so, but going to the art museum by myself was one of the most lonely experiences I've ever had... Why do so many couples chill at the art museum? Either way, it made me feel excluded. So I finished that up, did a few more drawings, then jumped on a 12 (from the bus depot, which is like the coolest building eva'!!!). So I finally pulled back into BD (that bus smelled bad...). I ate, did some more putzing on the computer then left for Ben's (there was an all day gaming party going on). Apperantly we weren't supposed to be at Ben's cause his mom was out of town, but whatever... So then when Kiwi got off work, we all relocated to his house. We played a few matches of Cut Throat which is basically like a card based roleplaying game. It was pretty fun, but like all of Ben's board games... very long and kinda repetative. I zoned out for over half of the last game and started watching South Park, somehow ironically I won that match with like 16 points (compared to my -7 points the match before...). So then we all left.

Thurs.- Ummmm... Let's see. Thursday was another sit around the house day. It took me like the whole day to watch Transformers (which I still had like 5 minutes by the end of the evening). Then, alas, I had to go to my meeting at work... dredded because I knew they were gonna swing the axe that night right then and there... But they gave us taco salad!!! So the meeting was almost 2 and half hours long, they told us about all of the changes ect. ect., we ate, shared some laughs... and then left... Nobody got fired!!! W00T!!! So then I went home and spent some more time onlines. I got a call from Holly and oddly enough talked with her for about 20 minutes. We said we'd get together Friday, and I quick tried to get off the phone (I didn't feel much like talking at that moment). So then Jacob calls, and I tlak with him for like 20 minutes and even less stuff gets accomplished in this phone call... Wow... people just like wasting my minutes... Jerks!!!

Fri.- Friday was fun. Started off my day milling about teh house. Then we got the crew together and saw I Love You, Man. It was good, not as good as other movies like it, but it was a nice buddy movie. Plus we were the only ones there soooo... We generally threw stuff at one another and added commentary. That was fun, and after that we all seperated (which was cool because then I didn't look like I was ditching people. I got home, ate, and then got ready to leave again. I jumped in Pat's 'new' car anmd we left to Noodles where we met up Karleisa, Kaitlyn, Maddie, and Amanda. So they all gots food and we talked about random shit. Then it was revealed to me that Borders (bookstore not 30 feet from us), was havign a Twilight movie release party... Oh man some bitches gonna die! So we went over there, made fun of Twilight (and hurt Maddie's and potentially Holly's feelings)... We also filmed yours truly showing off some mad puppetry skill. I'm-a boss... Then we finally left only to move another 30 or so feet to McDonalds. We wasted a lot more time there before finally saying, let's get the fuck out and go do something... So we relocated to Holly's, where in the process lost Maddie and Kaitlyn. Maddie then proceeded to text all of us individually about how she felt excluded blah blah blah, she needed calm the fuck down... So basically, we talked while Pat played Castle Crashers some run of the mill sidescroller off of Xbox Market Place's download thingy. Then Holly kicked him off of that so I could play Madworld. That game is funny as Hell!!! Also really fun to play. But I did feel like a dick playing while everybody else watched. So after 2 levels of that bloody romp, I tunred it off and went home.

Oh, and I got ball back...

Monday And Today. Can The Fun Times Continue?

2009-03-17T20:56:00.003-05:00

Hmmm. Right. So, yesterday morning, my mom woke my up bright an early (around 9... and for a student on Spring Break, that's hella early...). I ate a quick breakfast, then left for a fun filled day.

(here is where I saved this post as a draft, and where I'll be picking up only about four days later...)

My day was basically planned by my mom as a day that both she and I did not have work, and I didn't have school (W00T Spring Break!!!). This spirited day started off with a lively visit to the bank. Not just any bank mind you. My school CD (Certificate of Deposit, not compact disc... dumbass) was due and my mom looked around for a better interest rate (they suck right now... Although, that should be pretty evident, the whole economy is in the shiter). So we tracked down the best rate for the most reasonable amount of time. We landed on a 2.65 for eleven months. Cool. So we moved all of my school monies over there. Hopefully (and this is my plan), I can get through school with only the money I make from work (without creating any debt for myself), and have all of the money my mom set aside for me for after I graduate (Hello my own house!). But anyways, after we got that done (btw, that little neighborhood we were at somewhere in Wawautosa where the bank was was awesome! It gave the illusion of small town life... but wasn't! It was a nice little mixture there... plus, it was only like 2-3 blocks away from Milwaukee (thus the "bad" part of town), so I'm pretty sure the cost of living over there wouldn't be like insane rich white people land...) we went to George Web's for burgers. We left and headed on over to Mayfair Mall. That was interesting because I haven't been there in some time. I got to check out (and get free samples from) a new store that solely sells tea, and tea making equipment (teapots, cups, serving trays ect.). There I found a new fondness of looseleaf tea. It's so much cooler than those little damn bags... So anyways, after that we left and headed over to the southside of town. Why? because my mom thought we were close enough to the budget theater, and she had been over there a few days prior for a meeting, but didn't want to wait that long for the next showing. So we headed on over there. We first checked out what movies they all had. My mom wanted to go see Marley and Me, whereas I was going to see The Tale of Despereaux (I also contemplated going to see the Twilight movie just to laugh and/or mock it. However, I still saw this as a waste of money and time to go to, even at a 2$ ticket price...). We had like an hour to waste before our movies, so we crossed the street to the local Walmart. Oh my God I hate the south side of Milwaukee... It's the white peoples ghetto. Everyone there was all rednecky with three children when you could tell it would take all of their brain capacity to raise one healthy minded child... Wow. That whole store was a mess and it was just crawling with crazy white folk. I honesty contemplated walking out of there with as much stuff as possible (and I'm not even that big at stealing stuff... I just do it because I'm a teenager and it runs through my veins... shut up), but there wasn't anything there I even remotely wantede to take! I did however end up buying 2 movies: Old School (uncensored), and Dodgeball. When the woman rang up Old School, it made a really loud beep, and she asked me if I was over 18. I said yes and she proceeded to click a few buttons on the register. Then she scanned it again, it made the same beep, so she asked again (half jokingly this time), you sure you're 18, to which I said...yes. My mom even chimmed in this time, yes, he's 18. I even offered to bring out my ID. She said no, don't worry about it, I believe her (reffering to my mom). And then she said, it's just that you look 15 or something...15! 15?!?! Bitch I'm not a freshman in highschool!!! I'm gonna be 19 in less than 3 months. Fuck you bitch, I'll kill you! My mom tried crackign a joke about how in due time I'll appreciate it when people guess my age as much younger than it really is... but 15?!?!?! God damn... So we left, and headed on over to our movies. Despereaux was pretty entertaining (Kiwi, Emma Watson did voice work in it). The animations, although pretty good, definately gave off more of a fairytale feel (which I assume they were going for) than any sort of photorealism.

The movie itself seemed to take a lot of hints from Ratatouille (although, I can only imagine the amount of pressure other studios feel in the presence of Pixar). Nevertheless, it was a funa nd enjoyable film for children. Adult like themes could be pulled out of it (thoughts of discrimination and hate, corupt government powers, and pain and loss over loved ones death), however, paying too much attention to things like that will likely cause less enjoyment for you the veiwer. So anyways, the movie got out, and we started our trek home. Overall, it was pretty fun, I mean, I got a lot of stuff out of it (and believe me, it sounds lame as Hell, but when you start to become monetarily independent, free stuff from your parents is more than well recieved). My only complaint would be that it took too long... somehow all that stuff lasted like 6 or 7 hours... how? I may never know. Errands and such with my mom just takes a long time. We made a few grocery stops as we came back into town too. So, when I got back home, I ate, and hoped a bus to Kiwi's for Heroes night. The bus driver was a tard. First he was like 15 minutes late (that or the bus before him was just a dick and sped off early), when he got to the stop he was texting on his phone, didn't even look at my bus pass, then he got off the bus and started talking on his phone some more! C'mon I'm missing Heroes!!! I finally got to Kiwi's close to 20 minutes late, just to find out that Heroes was a rerun. I guess that's a good thing because then I didn't miss anything. So we all hung out for a bit, then disperced at the end of the night (It was actually pretty early cuz Kiwi had to go into to work ealry the next day (St. Pattricks day)).

I too had to work on St. Patty's day, but not until late... that and my job wouldn't change all that much... I can't really remember what I did during the day... for the most part I think I just bummed around. Anyways, I had work that night, and up until that point I was having a really nice day. And surprisingly enough... I was still having a nice day even at work. It was busy enough to keep me doing something so my shift didn't seem too long, and it wasn't busy enough for me to have to run around all over the place! However, it was really hot in the building... So I was pretty good the entire day. Another successful day... Wow. I love not being in school!!! However... things came crashing down as there was a threat made about the integrity of mine, as well as all of my coworkers jobs... which not only fueled a lot of negative feelings, but also paranoia and gossip. It doesn't feel good worrying about your job like that... So that put alittle knot in my stomache for the rest of the night... But that was that day. We've all got to move on, so I went home that night and tried not to worry about it. That's about all I can really remember about Tuesday night. Yeah, I'll make some more posts to make up for other memorable points within the past few days... Bye

It's All Been Funny. I'm Happy.

2009-03-15T19:39:00.003-05:00

So, here's the deal. This is the first weekend, of my first college spring break ever. And I must say: It's been great. First, on Fri. I got a ride home from school from Maddie. We talked and caught each other up on life, stopped at Bayshore Mall (more like a small town) so she could eat. It's still kinda awkward to hang out with her because we're not really 'friends'... but whatever, it was a different face y'know? So then I got home, ate a little something (couldn't eat the fish though because it wasn't done in the oven before I had to leave (my only sad face this weekend). Somehow I was okay enough to get through the whole shift though. I normal don't work Fridays, and when I do, I am usually working for Becca. Tonight however I was working with Becca, which is always fun. You've heard bits and pieces from her when I leave my desk at work... Well she's tons-o-fun. She's only a few years older than I am, so sorta connect a little easier. Plus she's pretty cute... So anyways, that shift went really quick. we both even stayed a little after our shift was done to finish some things up.

Saturday was also a very nice day. I woke up pretty late (really don't remember when), milled about the house until I had work. Like most Saturdays, my shift was only 3 hours long. So basically, the shift was very short, but dragged on like a mutha' fucka'! But I got out nonetheless. After work, I was bombarded with all sorts of shit. First, my mom wanted to know where my brother was and why wasn't he at home, and did he know he as supposed to be at home to run some errands with her when she got home... HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW??? I just got off work... So I quick call Jake and see if he knows anything. He tells me that I should head outside because they'll be to my house in mere seconds. No can do. Andrew had to come inside so we could go to Kohls ect. to run a few errands. Plus we needed to pick up some sour cream at Pick n' Save. I went into Pick n' Save and let them head on over to Kohls (divide and conquer!!!). However, this probably only saved us about 10 seconds in the long run. But anyways, I met up with the rest of the fam at Kohls, and spent WAY too much time in there. I shouldn't complain too much though. My mom did get me a new hoodie (It's fuzzy), and a new winter jacket (It's all Leon Kennedy badass). So then we finally got back home and eat some pork chops (yummy!!!). Then we dried some dishes, and hoped into the van (which was being piloted by Catherine (lol). She drove us back to her house (she bitched a lot on the way over...). When we got to the Eiffler house we discovered the had a fire going and had fried up some brats for us. We also discovered that Coop, Jake, and Mandy were all there (and Steve... but it was his house soooo...). anyways, we all hung out for a bit before Catherine had to drive Mandy home. Then she got back and we forced her to drive us to Kiwi's. Then, after realizing he wasn't there, drove to T & D to find him. Jake ran in, talked with him, found out he had a shit ton of stuff to do, so ran back, told us he wouldn't get out till like 12... then we left again. We were going to still go to Borders at that point, but after the amount of complaining Catherine put up (welcome to Steve's life Cat...), we instead drove to the much closer (and probably more convenient) parking lot behind my house (I live in a condo, so it makes sense... I don't want you thinking I live on a patch of cement with a parking lot behind it...). So we all sat and chatted for a bit. We were also all really thirsty... So then we dispersed [quite early] so Catherine could drop off Coop, and Jake and still get home in time for her bed-time (Bwapapapapa!!! Bed-times... she's such a little kid. Even if she is turning 18 in less than a month). So I went inside, went on the laptop, and stayed up later than I should have.

Sunday... wow... Sunday... So basically, if you don't know, I work 8 hours every Sunday. This usually equates as: Aw fuck... I just lost my last day of freedom before the work/school week starts up again... we also get a lot of the loonies on Sundays... Don't know why. But this Sunday was different. This Sunday was... amusing! It was me (the most awesomest white boy ever), Vinnie (the big itallian guy), Becca (the cute, short black girl), Andy (the new white guy), and Corey (the big black guy). Oh man, it was funny. For hours we were all cracking jokes at each others expense. Becca was calling Vinnie Vinchenso, as Vinnie called Becca a series of cicks, hums, and rythmic dance. Then, as we accused Becca of being horribly racist, Andy revelied himself as being part German, to which Becca responded with comments on Nazis. Oh man. Becca was also called 'proper' by a bunch of black girls in a mentor program, which made Becca decide to try and act as 'ghetto' as she could to try and get her stereotype back. She wanted us to all start calling her B. It didn't really catch on, however it did make for some funny ass talks over the radios... Then later in the day (Corey, Vinnie, and Andy had left by this point), Becca was in the hall judging a race between two boys. I looked over at Theresa and asked "Is Becca condoning running in the halls?", to which Theresa responded "yep" Then about a minute later, I see Becca running down the hall to which I said "Is Becca RUNNING in the halls?" to which Theresa responded "Yep". Then Becca came over and asked if either of us wanted to race. So Becca and I raced as Theresa served as our finish line. Oh man, it was fucking fun. Plus, as an added bonus to the WHOLE day, there was a bake sale that ended at 1, and they brought us most of the stuff they didn't sell (sweet! sweets!), and then at the end of the night the people running the swim meet gave us some left over pizza (well, sort of... Nick (a lifegaurd) more or less stole it and hid some for us... Either way he hardcore moved up in my book!!!)! So I finally left for home with some left over pizza in hand, and a smile on my face. As I got home, Jacob got off of work, called me, and started the trek to my house. I went upstairs and checked the computer quick. My downloads had finished (W00T! Monster Ranchers season 1!!!), and I saw that Andrew had got an Elite toy to match that of my Master Chief. And when he got outside my door, Andrew and I talked with him till his bus came...

Long story short, I had an awesome weekend!

Last Day Before Big Bad Spring Break!

2009-03-13T10:52:00.002-05:00

Hey, I'm not really in the mood for typing out a whole huge blog, so I'll keep this one short. Today was pretty run of the mill... I do have an Archy Drawing midterm in an hour and a half though (I really don't know how that's gonna go...). Right now however I'm watching the latest episode of Heroes that I missed due to being at work... You know what, fuck all the people who dislike 3rd season (volume 3 and 4). This shit is beastie as all Hell! Moving on. I've tried two energy drinks as of late that I haven't typed my reviews of. Both of which are new flavors from Amp. One is green tea, the other being black tea. Personally, I prefer actual green tea over black tea, but whne concerning the new amp flavors: It's black tea all the way! The green tea just tasted too acidic and not like tea (more juicey than anything else. The black tea on the other hand had much more of a tea flavor (plus about 40mg more caffine). Yeah. I'm totally happy for spring brake though! The only down side is it's only a week. Hell yeah, I'm gonna go all crazy and shit like girls gone wild except... I'm a guy... and I won't be going anywhere... Basically it's nothing like girls gone wild and I'll bwe catching up on a lot of sleep!

Make Something Of Myself

2009-03-10T19:43:00.002-05:00

That's right! I'm leaving this trailer park and going to Hollywood. The kids will just have to understand! I'm gonna be a star!... It'll be pretty hard without my meth though...

Koo-Koo-Katchoo Mutha' Fucka!!! Aaaaadaadaadaadaadaadaa! Sorry...

So, as predicted, this week... it's not for me. It;s not my cup of tea (which I've been drinking a lot... more on that later). So basically, I felt pretty sick over the weekend. You know, one of those pussy colds that just seems really weak, but in reality it's just the calm before the storm. So on Monday when I woke up. I felt like shit... I mean, my body ached, my nose was runny and I could barely speak... So I got ready, got on the bus (which btw, it was rainy and crappy out which did not help my mood in any way). My first class of the morning was Arch Theory, which, with no excuses; I passed out in. So then I left that and headed over to the archy building to post my latest assignment (I found out today that my previous 2 assignments were 7 out of 10 points... I don't know what they want from me...). Then I caught the bus and went home. Every Monday and Wednesday, I've got a 5 hour break, and rather than sitting on campus the whole damn time, I head home for a few hours. My main objective while home was to finish my English homework before 2:30 (when I leave again). I got that all finished then brought in the mail. W00T! I got a brand new toy to play with (no homo)!!! This just goes to show how much of a loser I really am: I ordered a Halo 3 Master Chief toy online. How could I not? It was like $9.00 including shipping. Plus, he's got the sniper rifle, which I was known to punish with back in the day (you know, back when Halo mattered). So, it's pretty awesome, and it really reminded me of Arby n' The Chief (I'm also happy to say that I brought it with me to work that night! I played with it on my break). So anyways, i ate before leaving back to class. And on my way to the bus, something majical happened!... The bus fucking flew by me as I was walking to the stop... DAMMIT! Oh well, it was a blessing in disguise. Then next bus wouldn't be coming for another half an hour,and my actual ride is another half an hour, so I said I'm not spending over an hour on the bus for the last half an hour of class... So I got a few extra hours at home before work. At this point I still felt pretty sick too. Work was work, and then I got to go home. When I got home, I was hit with a lot of family issues that I by no means wanted to deal with at 11 at night. I had art to finish for God's sake... So I finished most of my art (I did 3 out of 4 pieces and just called it a night).

When I got up this morning I felt like SHIT! It was bad. And this whole jump ahead an hour is really screwing with me. Now it's dark when I get up, and all of the clocks in the house are a few minutes different. Blarg! So I ate, got dressed ect. ect., caught the bus and went back to Hell- Whoa! What wait, what? Did I say that??? (no, I really didn't... I typed it...)... Anywho, classes today were painful. I also forgot to take the art pieces I had stayed up for last night, so they will be counted as late on Thursday. I could not stay awake in any of my classes (I blame my cold). However somewhere around 3 while I was headed home, I started to feel better. By the time my shift started (4:30), I felt pretty good. My cold is all but gone... or at least i feel less of it. Thanks to all the folks at Sudafed!!! Ugh. I got one more day this week where I have to rush, everything else should be fine. I'm not even gonna complain about working an a Friday because Fridays are slow as Hell. Okay, well I'm gonna go now.

(P.S. Official scripts have been completed on some... projects of mine. This one will take over you internets. Trust me... Why So Silly? Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Ugh! It's Snowing Again!!!

2009-03-08T19:08:00.004-05:00

That's right folks. After two straight days of dreary rain, we now have more snow! Gotta love Wisconsin. Probably the most amusing part of it all would be when my manager (Theresa), yelled out, "Why do we live here???". Yeah. I personally like the snow... in winter... I can't take anymore snow and cold weather. It's too late in the season! I've got filming projects I need done! (Stay tuned for those!) So yeah, the weather has got me pretty bummed out. Also, the knowledge of having work tonight, tomorrow, Tuesday (off Wed. and Thurs. (Thank God)) and Friday, has already told me that I will be dead by next weekend.

For now though, I'm still moving. Plans for Friday night got fucked up (which angered me greatly), and then yesterday was almost solely devoted to homework (Which btw, I still haven't finished). I've still got art and a little bit of English to do. I did however listen to like 4 new [to me] cds last night.
1. "All Hope is Gone"- Slipknot
2. "Like Blood Like Honey"- Holly Brook
3. "When the World Comes Down"- All American Rejects
4. "The Airborne Toxic Event"- The Airborne Toxic Event
5. "Platypus"- The Flobots
All were good, just in very, very different ways. "All Hope is Gone" was exactly what I needed it to be. Slipknot delivered a perfect sequel to Vol. 3. No more of their mindless raging metal with no heart. Although this album was clearly 'harder' than their last, they could still slow it down with melodic anthems such as "Snuff" (one of my now favorite songs ever made ever...). I also was pleasantly surprised when I sound techno-like sounds peeking up here and there. "Like Blood Like Honey" is Holly Brook's first studio album and displays high skill for a freshman release. For those of you who don't know who the Hell this is, she was the one singing back-up vocals in Fort Minor's "Where'd you go". Although, she herself brings no new genre to the forefront, but she employs enough craft in what she does do to give off a strong sound. Plus. it probably doesn't hurt that she's a pianist and I have a sexual/love attraction to pianos. Oh, and she's hot. Soooooooo, check that out and support the 'unknowns'. Next we've got All-American's newest. Now, I've never listened to their first cd, so I've really got nothing to compare it to (except for their WAY overplayed singles from their previous cd). You know, i liked it more than I thought i would. They mixed a lot of different sounds in various ways through out. However, they still seemed to stay in their comfort zone, and never stretched TOO far out the box. I also must saw their vocalist bothers me after extended listening... but I was fine for one straight run through. Next up on my list is a new band The Airborne Toxic event and their self-titled. They're a pretty fun band (especially when you watch their videos and their riding in things like boats and vans singing). They send off a very slow alternative sound reminiscent of bands such as Snow Patrol. Although they never push the overall feel of their music too much, they do experiment with a lot of different instruments. I also find the band themselves pretty funny: 1 smaller clearly indie singer, one 'individual' looking chick, and Asian guy, and a guy with ballin' facial hair, and another guy... lol. And for the last (but not least) cd on my little list here: "Platypus" by The Flobots. It's their first release before the well known "Fight With Tools". There's not that many tracks (only 7 I believe), but it's the Flobots... C'mon...C'mon.

And know I must bid you all farewell for alas, work is over, and I can truck my ass through slush and snow home. Where I will inevitably try and finish more homework.

Hey There!

2009-03-06T10:35:00.004-06:00

Why can't we all just dance?

Anywho, the last time I blogged was on Tuesday. I'll try my best to catch you all up on what has happened my wacky world since then. Okay, Wednesday was pretty fast paced... I had to go back and forth from school and work (Well, it was my choice... but still). The thing that made my day pretty packed was the fact that I had a lot of work to get done for various approaching deadlines. I didn't have work that night though, so I was okay. Thursday wasn't exactly what I had planned... but it was fun nonetheless. My classes were dull and pretty predictable. I did try my sugar free no fear. I stayed awake just fine with it (although it's been coming easier just naturally), and it was good, but to be quite honest, all of the no fears pretty well taste the same. I did have a little rough patch around noon though. I forgot my trig. book at home, and I tried calling so Andrew could just read off the problem to me. However, he was online, and I couldn't get through. So I had to go all light speed and shit home, get my book, solve the ONE problem I needed to do, and hopped the bus back to school... Of course, I missed the first bus (at 1:11), so I had to settle for the next one (1:44)... My class started at 2... the bus ride would take me half an hour. So I knew I'd be about 10-15 minutes late. However the bus was another 5 minutes late, so I got to class a little more than 15 minutes in (it's only a 45 minute class). My TA really didn't care that I was alte, I wrote down what was on the board, comprehended it, then class was over. I handed in my quiz (the one problem I had to go back home for), then left again. The class was actually really painless when it was only a half hour long. I caught an earlier bus than normal too! It was cool, I got home at 3:15, instead of 3:45! While at home, I burned the Animal Crossing anime on to DVD (awesome!), and tried to burn the lightscribe cover on it, but it was failing. So Kiwi, Andrew, and I arranged to meet at the library. We all left (it was warm as Hell out!!!). When we got there, Kiwi was there waiting, and Steve pulled in right infront of us. We wasted some time in the library(I got 3 cds: one's a Slipknot, one's Kill Switch Engage... and the last is Moby), then we left and went on over to Half Price Books. We wasted even more time there (as we always do... that store is not an in and out type of place...). I got one book (Stardust by Neil Gaiman. I've seen the movie (which btw, it's hard-core underrated) but I've never read the book), and Kiwi got a book (the next in the Bourne series). After that we went to Target, where we yet again, wasted a lot of time talking. We ended up leaving there with 5 Amps (they was on sale for $1.50, and they had the new tea and lemonade flavors). Yeah, we're just that cool... We can spend a Thursday night (which I've been told from various sources is the new Friday), at stores looking at, and talking about books and movies FOR HOURS!!! So then we all left and went back to Kiwi's. We generally just sat around and bitched about shit for a pretty long time. Around 11, Jake calls and says he'll be there in 20 minutes (he just got off work apparently). So we decided to wait for him because the group as a whole has not hung out together for some time. So we stuck around, Jake came, and then sometime around midnight, we agreed that we should probably hit the road because SOME of us had to wake up early for school (incase my sarcasm fell against deaf ears, I'm the only one who had to wake up early for school). So we left... around 12:50... because we can never just leave some place, it's always a working progress... and then not so working... and then back in. Shit's crazy. So I got home at 1 am.

This morning I woke up at 6:30... and said fuck it, and went back to sleep. I didn't give too much of a shit. I was tired. So I got up around 7 when my mom came up and said "Oh my God, you're late! Shit's gonna die... A lot!!!", and I was all like, "It's cool bro, I've got this shit on lock. Class dun start till 9. Psh! Get off my back about it woman!". Okay, so maybe I made all of that dialogue up. But she did tell me I was late, and then she gave me pancakes! Then I went back to sleep, got up at 7:30-ish, got dressed ect., then headed out to the bus. It was the weirdest thing, but somehow me, Nate, and Beau all missed our normal 7:35 bus, and caught the 8:07 bus. FUCKIN' CRAZY!!! My first class of the morning was Arch theory, which as I hinted at before, I was able to stay awake the entire time, pay attention, and take notes with no external help. Cool! And when that class was over, I walked back to the union (Where I'm currently chillin') and finished my 'homework' for my next class (Archy drawing). Then I watched the latest Heroes (which, if you recall, I missed because of work). It was a good episode (despite the fact that Hayden was macking with some random guy PLAYING the role of a comic book loser just to appeal to all the Heroes fanboys (which as we all know, fanboys are retards)). The only real problem I had with it is this: I WANT TO SEE THE NEXT EPISODE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, now I really want to print off said completed homework, eat, and hit up my last class of the week. Hopefully I'll be able to hang out with peoples tonight and have a laid back night because tomorrow I'll probably be Hella busy with homework (English, art, and Archy art?!?!?! Who am I? Atom Ant?!?). So, here's to me finishing yet another blog, and attaining big number 90... Yep, not much longer and I'll hit triple digits!

A Good Idea?

2009-03-03T20:34:00.002-06:00

So, there's really nothing about my day that I really feel like typing out right now, so I'll be pretty brief. 1. My art history exam was today. I know I got all of the titles, artists and dates correct (aside from a few inevitable spelling mistakes). But the descriptions is where I think I may loose a few points. We only got a minute or two max. to finish writting down all of our answers (15 min. for the final essay) so I felt quite rushed. Oh well, I still think I did well on it. And 2. Kiwi went out to get his Shiny Toy Guns ticket at the rave today. He left a message on Facebook asking me if I wanted him to pick one up for me, but I didn't get to read that until maybe an hour after he left. Damn... plus the ticket he got cost 35 instead of 27... So I can't really say I'm pleased about it, but it was an honest mistake... But that larger ticket price still bugs me...

So anyways, on to the big question. Now please, let me know if this is a good idea: Should I start my own tricycle gang? We could rule the streets with iron handle-bars! Just a thought...

Today Was Just A Day For SuperMe!

2009-03-02T20:42:00.002-06:00

Okay, so, this morning I woke up just fine. Which was good because my mom had off work today and I wanted to let her sleep. I was pleasantly surprised when I came down the stairs at like 6:45, that it was actually light out! Up until Now I've been waking up before the sun and watching it rise. Yippy!!! It's gettin' to be spring outside (although not really, we just got some more snow...)! Don't get me wrong, I love the snow... but it's getting to be too much now. I want it gone... So I went downstairs, ate breakfast. Mmmmmmmmmmm instant oatmeal (2 packets in 1 cup). That Quaker guy really knows his stuff! After breakfast I went back upstairs, packed my backpack, and pulled some stuff out for when I got back home. I had like 15 minutes free before I had to leave, but somehow I blew all of that by said packing... blarg, I like my morning nap! Soooooooooooo anywho, I got outside and caught the bus. At the next stop waiting were Beau and Nate. We've all sorta got into the habit of catching the same bus and hanging out in the morning (I asked Steve if he ever wanted to join... but he's too much of a pussy...). Nate got on first and rushed over to me. He quickly said before Beau got on, "pretend that he's not here, just ignore him."... so we did, for about half of the ride to school. Somewhere along the line, Nate wanted to introduce a side story and say that Beau had died in a 'tragic" accident. This would have been more convincing had I not started burst out laughing as Nate said this... Actually that probably was more convincing. Alas, Nate finally put an end to it all because he didn't want Beau to start internalizing it all. I did a quick sketch of the bus for art, and then showed Nate my sketchbook. He got pretty excited about some of the stuff in there and commented on my general nonchalant attitude towards it all. He then asked me if I worked commissions. I told him I could and he laid out his needs. He wants me to draw a small, maybe 2" x 2" drawing depicting electoral colleges and the working class. I gave him some pretty dummy ideas while thinking about more serious images in my head. He named his price (credit given as well as a cream soda...), and I agreed to his very tantalizing offer. We also had a pretty long conversation about calculous, chemistry, and trees...

So we got to school and Beau and I started reminiscing about random high school moments. We decided to let Nate in on a few, but stopped after he judged me for calling a slightly mental handicapped child deedeedee for about 2 years... Nate veered off into the library as Beau and I continued on to the union. I for one just putzed around on the computer, but Beau was doing his whole "I'm in calculous, I'm better than you!" thing... so after a little while of that, I left and went to Arch Theory. Luckily, I remembered with only 10 minutes before class started that I needed to finish a quiz online before class started! So I raced out to one of the simple-minded computers in the hall. I peddled through it as quick as I could constantly reminding myself "some points are better than none", and when I got done... wow... my score... wow... I got an 8/10, which tied my best score... So I rofled then went to class. Class was really boring and I took a nap. God it pains me that I pay thousands of dollars to run myself ragged and nap...

So anyways, calss ended and I left (somehow I naturally wake up at the end of every class just in tiem for him to say "Okay that's it, have a good day"... weird). I caught the bus and went back home. I got off at the park & ride (something I no longer do... I usually just get off at the further stop on Schroeder Blvd.). My first stop was Officemax. I bought some blank dvds as so I can start burning all of my childhood favorites onto my own makeshift season dvds. The fact that I bought lightscribe discs just added to the legitiamcy. Then I stopped into Micheals to get something for art (I got gesso, and for those of you who don't know, it's sorta like a ground you spread on a surface in order to drawing on something). I got the last one! Then I went home adn finished my English homework. I finished that, ate lunch, then headed back out.

I always feel like shit when I have to leave my house at 2:30, and not get back home till 5:45... just for one class... Damn bus! 49U why have you foresaken me! well, on the bright side, I've caught like 90% of my busses this semester, so I'm doin' pretty good. English was spent in the library where we learned how to use the libraries bullshit catalog. As soon as I got home I ate a salad, turned around and left again. This time, I was off to work. Yay! I get to miss Heroes!... blah. Work's over adn I'm not looking forward to going home. Why? because I've still got homework to do. Tomorrw morning I've got an Art History exam. Wish me luck! I need to memorize about 30 paintings title, who made the piece, as well as the date on it... Nonetheless, I think I'll do well on it. well, I'm gonna go befpre I realize how tired I should be! Tootles!

Just Shorts

2009-03-01T19:47:00.002-06:00

So today at work, a woman I've never seen before said to me, "I love your hair". Hooray for warm fuzzy feelings!

I R @ Wrk

2009-02-27T19:12:00.002-06:00

So, because of the remodeling and the new year, work has been super busy as of late. So there went a major portion of my blogging... But, today is a Friday, so it's a little less busy today. I'm working for Becca by the way. You know, the chick who keeps writting in here when I walk away about how much I love her... She's cool though. But anyways.

I sorta feel bad. Why? Because I've been busy. Sure, all this bussiness makes me feel bad physically (I had like a three day spat recently where I really didn't eat anything significant... I just wasn't hungry), but it's hurting me emotionally too. It's like this: I consider myself to be an artist. I try my best to be a renaisannce man, with proficiency in all sorts of fields. But that's the problem. 1.Going to school full time in attempts to get my architecture degree does not allow much time for me to take classes for sheer enjoyment or for the sake of learning, and 2.School really robs my time. I mean, I've got so many projects for myself ranging from film to paint to music to video games... All of it. But I never really get around to finishing any of it, let alone getting it out there and recognized by others... It sucks, and college does nothing to help. Blarg. But it also seeps into this [my blog].

I mean, this'll be my 85th post. Which is cool, I'm excited and all... but I've been skipping so much now... and I've still only got one person who actually reads this blog with any sort of consistancy... and now even he is skimping on his blog... It just seems like there's not enough time in the day for everyone to do what they want... Ugh

I guess I'm really just bored now... There's a swim meet going on (for my school no less... I didn't even know we had a fucking team...). Fuckign swimmers. I hate them!!!! I'm just gonna go now.

Bye

And When The Name Tag Went Through-

2009-02-24T21:01:00.010-06:00

So, in the spirit of a lazy as shit college student, I will do the least amount of work possible, and just explain (in great detail) what happened to me Sunday night...

It all started when Jacob showed up at work. I worked from 12:30 to 8:30... He probably showed up at about 4 or so... (That's a really non-factual estimate. This isn't the first time Jake has shown up at work to keep me busy, but this was certainly the earliest time he'd ever shown up. So he and I talked whenever it was convenient for me (he also followed me around for a bit, so he knows how silly the lock-out situation really is). But anywho, the night was rolling along like any other Sunday... Which basically means, by the 5th or 6th hour, I was going crazy and wanted to go home. But, nonetheless, I pushed through it all and persevered. Jake and I talked about all sorts of random stuff while I kept telling him to censor his language because he can't swear at my job (at least, not by members...). That's one of the many reasons why Jake kept reminding me: "I could never do your job", to which I would remind him- $7.50 an hour, and about an average 20 hours a week... I like money, and this works out well for me. He can kiss my ass... So anyways, everything was going fine up until about 7-ish. That's when this little boy came out into the hall and took a seat. He was quiet at first, but that didn't last long... He then got up and stood next to our sample locker we have in the hallway. He was there for a few seconds putzing around with it. I didn't think much of it because it was already locked... So then he asks me "how do you work this", to which I replied, "You punch in four numbers..." blah, blah, blah, ect. ect. After giving this same spiel about fifteen hundred times, I don't feel like typing it now. So anyways, then he asks why it's locked. I tell him. And he asks if I can open it. I say no, but my manager can. He asks why. I tell him. Then he asks if I can open it... So this conversation went around and around for a good five minutes or so before Jake decided to chime in with a "I could never do your job", and a "at my job, we can say whatever we want", to which I replied "At least I've got a name tag!" and subsequently threw my name tag at him (See picture).

(Aforementioned Name Tag)

So I turn back around as the kid continues to ask his questions... After about five more of his terrible questions (who ever said there's no such thing as a bad question clearly hasn't worked with the general public) Jake says my name. So I turn around and see that Jacob is trying to toss me my name tag back. No throwing it with any sort of force, just a nice toss... So I catch it... And then realize that somehow the pin had come undone in the air and stabbed into my thumb! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! So I yank it out Steve Irwin style and apply pressure on it with my other hand. My expression was a mixture of pain, amazement, and humor. I was dancing around for a second or two before I finally lifted up my hand to show him my now bleeding puncture wound. I then ran into the nearby kitchen (Don't ask) to wash it. For such small holes, the blood was flowing like STDs out of a prostitute! I let my hand just sit under the water, still laughing mind you. How the Hell did that even happen?!?!? And then, the little kid starts getting curious, so he rushes over "What happened?!?!", luckily, Jake intercepted him and told him to stay away. And I was still laughing. God, how could this happen??? So then, the little boy, did just one more thing to make the story even better. He picks up my name tag and says, "hey, there's still blood on this!". You don't touch that!!! I screamed for him to put it down. It was a bloody name tag for God sake! So I finally turned the water off. The blood was still coming out (not as bad though), so I grabbed a towel and wrapped my hand in it. Coincidentally, my manager just happened to be walking by at that moment, so I looked straight into her eyes and said, "I had a little accident". To which she replied with the most dead pan face I've ever seen, "Are you serious?". I said yes and replayed all of the events for her. She told me to stop with my "shenanigans" and said she'd watch my desk as I went to get some band-aids. But... the story's not quite done yet. As I got to the other desk to get me some band-aids, I hear the walkie-talkie. Lock out. So I pick it up fearing the worst... Yep. It was for me. I had to go into the locker room and open up someone's locker. Meanwhile, my hand is wrapped in a towel like a fucking burn victim. I tried to keep it hidden, but it's hard not to notice when someone's hand is wrapped in what used to be a white towel, and is now a blood stained rag. Luck for me, the guy chose to just let it slide, and didn't ask me about it (phew!). Yep... That was my Sunday night. I got stabbed by a vindictive bastard of a name tag. Shit happens (see title).

And for your viewing pleasure, I've thought to add pictures! (note: it's now Thursday, this happened Sunday, so it's a little harder to see now. But, not to worry, I've added a very descriptive diagram along with the original picture)

(Original Picture)

(Visual Guide)

Beside Myself In Time

2009-02-21T17:30:00.006-06:00

Where to begin... It's not that it's a hard decision, not a lot has happened in the past two days, but I still have a sense of speechlessness... I've got a lot of things runnign through my head.

Okay, may as well start off with yesterday. So... it turns out that I had Beau stick around on campus for nothing... Yeah, that free food we were gonna get... yeah... Turns out they were there on Thursday, not Friday... WHOOPSI!!! So Beau left and I stuck around for my last class. Archy drawing was... well... archy drawing... we did get out a little earlier due to an assignment having to be turned in. This was the last assignment due since my perspective street corner, with King Kong ravaging the city... Jake called me while I was in the process of posting my assignment up, and I tried to keep it breif with him because me cell had like NO minutes left. Which sucked, not that I use it all that much, but when I'm out and about, which again, doesn't happen all that often, it is nice to have. So I got all my school shit done, then headed to the bus stop. I ended up waiting like 20 minutes because I missed the bus I normally catch. In hind sight... I really wish I would have caught that earlier bus... So, anywho, I wa son the bus headed home... when all of a sudden Kiwi calls me. I'm really surprised I noticed he called. My phone's vibrate sux donkey!!! So then he asks where I am, and tells me that his dad can give us a ride to Jake's and blah blah blah blah blah! So my phone has even less minutes at this point. I tell him to call Steve then call me back. I would like to get a ride to Jake's, but Kiwi's dad was taking them around the same time I'd pull into BD. Sooooooooooooooo we just agree to have him call me back. Becca is so incredible! I love her so much! <---------- Wow... I should never walk away from the computer at work.... Anyways, I finally got home, threw my stuff on the ground and went to the bathroom. As fate would have it, Kiwi called me mid-shit... He tells me that Steve is awall, and his dad is gonna give them a ride. I ask if they can't just give me 5 minutes to get ready... He agrees and I get to work. I make myself a hotpocket, pack my bag, and leave a note for my mom. Next thing I know, they show up. So we leave. We all spent a few hours at Jakes before we left to go to Leanas. We got a bunch of crap that will likely lead to our own individual demise... Oh well, we leave, go to, and fail at, Walgreens. Then we head back to Jake's. I tried to get some chicken at KFC (I was being festive... it was Capitol), but they were homo and close the inside early... Anyways, we get back to Jake's (It only took us like three times... all my fault...sry) and sat around some more. Beside the larger fact of just being there, some major points were: 1. I downloaded a major portion of the first season of Rugrats (I'm now finished qith the first, and some of the second), 2. We all walked to Leana's [Food Market], 3. Kiwi may or may not have found a way to buy his longed-for bootleg of The Uninvited... So around 11:20, we all left to catch the bus. Kiwi and I were the only ones taking it, but we all left. Kiwi and I got on the bus, and went home (I less than three the 12!!!). That was Friday, and although I wrote that on Saturday, it's now Monday... It's just been a saved draft for the past few days. Let's see. Saturday was pretty lame. First, I filled in for a co-worker, so I was there for 6 1/2 hours, and there was a swim meet going on. I wish they would have just moved my desk to the much quieter area, but nooooooooooooooooooooooo, I'm not good enough for that! I get to stay in the over-crowded room by all the white people. And that's another thing... I hate swimmers. All these fucking white people who are douches!!! (Note to anyone who may not actually know me personally... I am Caucasian... I think...)

Oh God, it's now Tuesday and I still haven't posted this damn thing... Screw it, here it goes...

Insert Random Throat Gurgling

2009-02-20T10:03:00.005-06:00

I know, I know. I haven't blogged since Tuesday. If it makes you feel any better, I haven't done any homework since then either.... So its not like I'm leaving my blog for a limber whore...

Anywho, I've actually been meaning to blog because, in a way, I did have some shit to say. So school has been a pain, I mean, I've got a lot of art... Plus, with that new laptop, I waste A LOT of time! For God's sake, I found all the episodes of Rugrats!!! Who wouldn't be excited to download all that stuff?!?!?!

Some other quick details of the past few days: Ummm... I drank a Rockstar Pomegranate yesterday. It was good, but it sorta tasted like cranberry juice. You know, that tart flavor that almost stops in the middle of it? I also found out yesterday that I've got two tests coming up, so I'll have to study for both. I really do want to keep pretty solid grades this semester... Not to say that last semesters grades were all that bad (my lowest was a B-), but still... I gotta keep my shit up for Archy.

Wednesday was pretty laid back... Mondays and Wednesdays are always pretty slow for me. My first class starts at 9, goes till 10. My next class doesn't start till 3:30, so, I've got a nice 5 hour break. So I usually go home inbetween and get a few hours to lay back a bit.

So, I guess that's it, let's move on to today. I woke up a few times during the night, but it was okay. Every time I woke up, I felt rested... So I knew that by the time I finally was supposed to get up, I'd be more than okay. I was a little worried because I did stay up a bit later than normal because I was, big surprise, downloading an episode of Rugrats, and watching Afro Samurai. Wow... Afro Samurai is not subtle at all... In the first two episodes (the only ones I watched), about 12 gallons of blood were spilled (that's a conservative estimate too), They dropped the F-bomb about 12 times (most of wich by Sammy J (who is awesome in it!)), and Afro had mad crazy kinky sex. It is pretty entertaining, and I'm no longer one for much anime... mainly because of all the stupid shit out there, and all of these preteen kids running around talking about Naruto... Oh, and to all you anime fans, the Dragon Ball movie looks hilarious! It looks about as good as the show too, which if you've seen the show... not really setting the bar too high... So anyways, I finally woke up, get ready, then caught the bus and came down here. My first class was archy theory, which I dipped in and out of sleep during (damn that fucked up my neck!). My next class doesn't start till 12:30, and I'm gonna try to hit up some free food with Beau at the Archy building. Then at 12:30, I've got my archy drawing class, which I wouldn't mind as much if it wasn't 3 fucking hours long...

Yeah, I'm tired of writting now. Byez!

Exhaustion

2009-02-17T20:40:00.003-06:00

Okay, this morning I got up at 6:00. Now, last night I had wanted to get to bed a lot earlier than normal because I haven't been getting as much sleep as I should... but I didn't. First, I had problems with Heroes. All I wanted to do was watch it, but my tv kept acting gay and blitzing out every time anyone was going to utter any sort of important dialogue. It got so bad that Andrew and I just said to Hell with it, we'll watch it online. Then I was having problems with my internet. After that subsided I quick finished up the stuffs I was doing online, then moved on to my art homework. I even tried to hurry that up, but I still didn't finish till quarter after 11.

So I got to bed probably closer to 11:30, and the sleep I did get wasn't that great. So I got up, got dressed, ate, ate some more, packed my shit than laid back down for a minute... By the time I got up, I somehow turned all scatter-brained... So it took me like three times to finally get going. I got outside and 'hit it' like the kid from My Bloody Valentine 3D! I still didn't make it to the stop in time, but I was able to flag the bus down and hop on. Art was art. This time it was a naked guy, but I'm okay with that, no homo, because I see a lot of dick at work... a lot of dick...next was art history, which I might add, I was fully awake for. Why? You guessed it, I brought myself an energy drink (I actually drank most of it in art because I felt more than slightly dead...). Today's was a no carb, no sugar Rock Star. Honestly, that was one of the best energy drinks I've ever had. It tasted like those really beastie blue-berry hard candys. Mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm!!! Now it was time for lunch where I mapped out my homework schedule for the next few days. Then I ate my lunch. I almost missed my math class because for some reason I thought it started at 2:30, when in reality, it started at 2. Somehow, as if by divine intervention, I remembered it wasn't at 2:30, it was at 2, at 1:50. So I got to class. My TA talked about getting hammered, then drinking the next morning, you know, the usual.

I got home around 4, which I'm used to. Putzed around for close to ten minutes, grabbed my supper, got dressed, then went to work. The first hour or so of work was easy-squeezy. You know, nothing wrong, no body yelling at me... and popcorn... But then, it all went to shit. Hundreds of people just pouring through the door (maybe not hundreds...). There was a god damn line to get scanned in at the front. For a while, we had NO towels. I mean NONE! Sure, we've run low, even run out of the small ones in the wellness center... but NONE!!! This was mainly due to the fact that my boss, who was supposed to have worked earlier today. Instead of working though, he had a meeting to go to. So he left Nick all by himself. Now, without trying to cause too much controversy, Nick has down-syndrome. He should not be left alone... So work was a constant pain in my ass, slowly sucking the life out of me. I actually broke a sweat... A full fledged sweat (side-note: I don't tend to sweat)...That ain't right... So now, as I verge on the 16th hour of my day, I am no longer tired, I am beyond a shadow of a doubt: exhausted. Now, we talked about this in English (the working student), so I know others have to deal with this sort of shit, and I acknowledge that. I'm not trying to "overly" complain, and try to draw out all of my melodrama... but c'mon... I've got to get some credit here...

Well, at least I know I'll sleep well tonight.

Here It Comes!

2009-02-16T18:22:00.002-06:00

So I haven't in a few days... fuck you...

Moving on, I've been busy as of late, and I really have no other excuses other than that. I mean, between work, school, and my piss poor social life... I'm pretty booked. However, I've still got some things to report to y'all.

First: Ummm... this weekend was pretty run of the mill. I mean, I worked Saturday and Sunday, and Valentine's day was a bust... The only Note worthy part of my weekend (at least the only one I want to write) was when this little boy came up to my desk and started talking to me. First he asked me what a bowl on my desk was made of (it was glass b to the w), then he asked me why the top wasn’t sharp. I told him it’s because they had smoothed it out. So he ran his hand across it with a childlike innocence. Then this old woman came over (bitch thought I don’t know how to watch one itty-bitty kid for a few minutes), she asked the boy “where’s your mommy?”… That’s when the kid pulled this pimp move. He stared at her for a second, looked away, then said, “stop talking to me, you’re a stranger”. Then he turned around and walked away. He fronted her life! Then the old woman asked me where his mom was and I was all like: Shut up bitch, I got this on lock down! Now piss off before you scare the kid more!… But the kid’s mom came out and took the little pimp away. It was hilarious.

Hrum… Yeah, today’s event’s don’t really matter much, so I’m just gonna devote the remainder of this blog to extras. So I’ve gotten a lot of new music as of late: Fly Leaf (Fly Leaf), Fear of a Black Planet (Public Enemy), The Wall (Pink Floyd), all of the Halo soundtracks, all of the Metroid Prime soundtracks, Saul Williams cds (all 4), Audio (Blue Man Group), Not an Angel (City Sleeps), A Crow Left of the Murder (Incubus), both of the Gorillaz cds, an Offspring and a Green Day cd (I’m not quite sure which ones… It’ll only take me a minute to find out, but I’m lazy), Make Yourself (Incubus), Incredibad (The Lonely Islands), Has Been (William Shatner), A Beautiful Lie (30 Seconds to Mars), Want (3OH!3), Cruel Melody (Black Light Burns), V is for Vagina (Puscifer)… Oh God… there’s probably even more (I haven’t done a good music review for a long time…). So, as you can see, that’s a lot… And I don’t feel like doing a full review on all of them, so I’ll just pick out a few (to be quite honest, I haven’t listened to all of them yet either…). Okay, first, pick up/listen to Incredibad by The Lonely Islands. This cd is funny as shit while demonstrating extencive knowledge in pop culture as well as music programming. It’s great. Also check out Fly Leaf’s self titled cd. True, it’s nothing really new, or ground braking, but they demonstrate a nice sound while leaving room for experimentation. Plus it’s nice to her recorded acoustic versions of almost all of their songs! Umm… the game soundtracks (Halo & Metroid) are all really good. The Halo ones are more ’song’ like, but the Metroid ones are well programmed haunting techno. If you’re into poetic hip-hop with a beastie message and nice old school sounds, check out Saul Williams (I is gonna see him soons!). Oh, and listen to William Shatner… Just do it, he’s got that voice you know?

Yeah, I wish I would have kept better track of my music as of late. Oh well, we all move on. Now, onto the big reveal. I’ve finally got off my ass, created my Youtube account, and have… made my first vlog! Now, I can have vlogs to accompany my pre-existing blogs. It’ll be fun, hope you enjoy it!

I'm on a Boat!

2009-02-13T10:11:00.008-06:00

Never thought I'd be on a boat! It's a big blue watery road!

Ah... yes yes... So, I listened to Kiwi's and Steve's copy of Incredibad (The new cd put out by The Lonely Islands(If you don't know, you're retarded, and should just go here)). I must say, there are multiple songs on that cd that are INFECTIOUS!!! Yeah, sure, about half of the songs everybody has heard already on SNL Digital shorts, but they're still awesome! So far, my favorite songs (minus the digital short songs) Would have to be: "Like a Boss", "Boombox", and "I'm on a boat"(see lyrics above). Yeah.

Anyways, it hit me this morning (more on that latter) that I never posted yesterday... I had intended to post form the laptop... but I guess I just... forgot... Crazy right? I remembered I had something specific to say, but now I can't remember it (I've got a terrible memory. I mean, I often forgot to write myself reminders... It's that bad). So, yesterday was pretty full, and by full I mean, I never really got to lay back for too long. First, I woke up at 6, got ready ect., left, started class at 8. I was in art until 11. That's when art history started. (Oh my God! I remembered what I was gonna say!!!) I stayed awake in art history!!! Why? Because I brought an energy drink (kinda like last semester... Yay!!! Living off of artificial means!!!) Today's drink was a Rock star, which was pretty good, it tasted bubble-gummy. But the best thing was, it worked. I mean, it kept me awake ALL morning. So after art history, I had to walk back across campus to my art history discussion. Discussion was REALLY easy, but I am hard core getting sick of art... I mean, my arch drawing class, my arch theory class, my art class, my art history class, and my art history discussion... all of them are talking about perspective. ALL of them, and I first learned the mathematically side of perspective maybe... freshman year of High School... and every consecutive year since. But I got through it all, got an hour break for lunch before my last class of the day (sort of). Math was just another class... We got let out a little early again, so I wasted a few minutes online before catching the bus back home. I was there for about an hour before I had to take myself back outside, and headed to work. Now, I didn't have to work last night, but I went because we had a training seminar. It started at 5, and went until 7, so I thought they would supply us with something to eat... but they didn't (which was homo!!!). The stuff we were taught was really easy, despite our system being the stupidest nonuser-friendly p.o.s. ever! The end got pretty funny... Like when our 'teacher' asked if we had any questions and Debra said "No, I'm just trying to get the Hell out of here and go home!"... that was funny (picture Debra as one of those stereotypical black women at church). We finally got out, I took some popcorn and a Gatorade from downstairs, then went home. I ate, helped a little around the house, took a shower, then pissed away time on the lollernets till 12. I hadn't planned on staying up that late... I was actually all ready to go to bed at 11...

And, that's probably the reason that this morning happened. I woke up at 6:30 like I was supposed to... but I turned off my alarm and went back to sleep... My mom woke me up an hour later when she woke up for work. I quick had to get up and get ready to catch the next bus. I still got onto campus on time though (I allot myself extra time in the mornings for just such an occasion). I slept in my Archy theory class anyways, which comes as no surprise to me. That class ended and I went on over to the union, where I've actually got some stuff done.
1. I watched the newest Arby n' the Chief
2. I watched the last Heroes episode
3. I talked to Kiwi
4. I saw Beau
5. Listened to the censored "I'm on a Boat" (stay away! The reall one is better... despite the gunshots)

Yep... now I'm pretty hungry, so I think I'll go eat. After that I've got one more class (which I already know we'll be doing some shit in...), then I'm on the bus home! K. Bai.

Tomorrow's Forecast Pause, Evil Cowel, Sunny!

2009-02-10T18:33:00.002-06:00

Okay, so maybe that should have been the title for yesterday's post, but as you may have guessed, I was NOT in the mood... so it will be today's title, talking about today in terms of yesterday... wait... yeah

So, I'm happy to report that today has been a far better day than that of yesterday. The day started today at 6. I woke up, and headed downstairs. I heated up some oatmeal and finished packing up my lunch. I got back upstairs a little late, but I knew I had enough time (because I'm awesome). I ended up taking more time than I had wanted to, but I hauled ass and caught the bus no problem. First up: Art. Today was a pretty normal class. We had another model come in. This one was about as old as the first, less hairy though. She also had bitch-tits. For those of you having problems picturing that, allow me to paint you a word picture. They were long, very round, pepperoni nipples, and they bounced more than the girls in a D.o.A. game!... Yeah... and don't judge me just because I can describe an older woman's boobs, I had to stare at them for close to three hours! Anyways, Next up: Art History. This class is boring. I don't really know how else to describe it... I took about five naps before class ended. When that was over I went to eat, and finish my take home quiz (which I've pushed back since Thursday...). I quick finished it... it looked... mostly correct... Last but not least: Math. We got our other quizzes back today (I got an 8 out of 10! Total bullshit!... oh well... I can live with that). Then we went over the new quiz (I'll probably get somewhere around the same score as the first). Then we reviewed and he let us out early on the note that it was time for beer... Yeah... T.A.s are cool! So I waited for my bus (there really needs to be a bus that comes around 3... This half an hour break between 2:45 and 3:15 shit has got to go! I got home a little before 4, however today I brought my key (which was a good thing because Andrew, the douche, left and locked the door again...). I wish I had more time at home... but I didn't I left about 20 minutes later. I got to work and I've been here ever since. The night has gone by pretty fast (with only a few pitfalls*), but I still feel like I should be done with the week. I've earned it... no more work! But alas, I have plenty of work left to the week, including a training meeting at work on Thursday... Damn... Yeah, that's pretty much it for today, bye-bye internet cowboys!

*So there was this one fuck head in the men's locker room. Now, I've gotten pretty used to doing like 20 lock outs a night, the shit's just normal now. But this guy... Oh my God! First off, I'm the only male staff member in the building, so I was the only one that could help this guy. However, he told my coworker about his problem, and he practically yelled at her in doing so. So she jumped on the radio, and got me in there. This guy... I mean... this guy. If there is a mental disability that causes everyone around you to suddenly hate you, this guy had it. If there is a mental disability that causes "retards" to laugh and or garner pity towards you, this guy had it. He was so pissed that he locked himself in his locker yet again, when in reality, he was just fucking stupid, and didn't know a damn thing about the lockers. They're really simple (for those of you that don't know), all you do is pick one out, enter four numbers in it, lock it, enter the same four number and reopen it. He would put four numbers in... and then bitch that he's locked out... OF COURSE IT'S LOCKED YOU FUCKING LOCKED IT!?!?! So, I mustered up all my strength to keep my cool as I repeated the instructions to him over... and over... and over again... Then he started saying that he was gonna have a heart attack and he started swearing and throwing his fist into his head... Oh God... It was pathetic...

Short And Simple... Fuck My Life

2009-02-09T19:01:00.002-06:00

So, I don't normally post more than once a day. But I feel as though I have to. Basically, I got royally fucked in the ass tonight. So, I got off the bus at 5:35. I ran home as to squeeze in 5 minutes before I had to head off to work... But when I got there, THE DOOR WAS FUCKING LOCKED. So now I'm locked out of my house, and I've got to get to work in 15 minutes. So I put the call out for Andrew, and go figure, no luck. Ooops... So I go to work anyways, have to wear am extra staff shirt, and have not eaten for ten hours now... I'm, hungry, I'm hot, and I'm pissed off. Oh, and to ad the cherry on top, I got a call from my mom (who I had called to tell her what was going on). Turns out my dad broke the front window to get in! Super!

And So Another Week Begins

2009-02-09T11:34:00.005-06:00

Ah... sigh... It's Monday. I stayed up a little longer than I wanted to last night (not drastically though). I usually try to get to bed around 11 (while I'm in school), and last night, it was probably closer to 12. And to be honest, if anybody's got a problem with me think 11 is a perfectly legitimate bedtime, you can blow me! I like to sleep, why would you have a fucking problem with that? Who the fuck cares that I'm a college student, the way I see it, most college students stay up as late as they do for 2 reasons: 1.) Procrastination. We push shit off too far, and end up fucked at the last minute with a boat load of work to do (Yes I've been there. Intro to Archy last semester... yeah). and 2.) People stay up late because they want to wake up the next morning extremely tired. Now they can bitch about to garner sympathy from those surrounding them. True, we all like to have people on our sides of things, and to make people realize that our lives are no walk in the park... but whose is? Why should you get all the attention? Greedy little bastards... But anyways. This morning I woke a little while before my alarm went off, and I was really awake... like wide awake... it was crazy. So, I just sat there and figured I would wait for the alarm... And then I fell back asleep... I woke up a little later, turned off the alarm, and still just sat around. I finally got up at 6:50, which I was supposed to get up at 6:30... Then I went downstairs, ate and went back upstairs to pack my shit. I got my backpack, tried finding stuff to take with me today and finally made my way back downstairs... Long story short, I went up and down those stairs about 4 more times... I finally got out my door (I couldn't find my hat! Saaaaaaad face). I hauled ass of to the bus stop and just caught it. I got to school (fuck my life) and remembered I had to take a quiz online (I got a 6/10... good enough). I chatted with Beau for a bit, wasted some time on the internet, then went to class. My first class of the day is Architecture theory. I like the class [sort of], but it can get quite dull. So, in order to combat this, I brought myself an energy drink. Todays was a venom (sale + coupon... W00T!). It was good. I mean, it sorta tasted like a Monster (which if you don't know, is Satan's piss... I think) but much more berry...er... I liked it, and it did keep me awake through out class. Now, this got me thinking. I'm no fan of monster. I mean, I can stomach the stuff if necesary, but I'm no fan by any means. But this stuff sorta tasted like it... and it kept me awake... what? Does this mean that Monster effectively does what it's supposed to? Hmmmmmm. So this got me thinking, for the integrity of my ongoing highly scientific list of energy drinks, how they taste, and how well they 'work'. So, wish me luck, because I will be purchasing and review Monster energy drinks in the coming weeks (if they're on sale... Hey! Fuck you guys! I save money!). Once I got out of class, I ate my lunch, drew for a little while, and handed in my architecture work. I'm a bit dissapointed at the quality of my work, but I'm hoping they take it [a little] easy on me because it is the first assigment of the semester. Yeah. Now, I'm writing my blog, which I'm fairly enjoying. I'm also (yet again) watching sXePhil's videos. Now, I know it sounds like I watch him alot, but in reality, he just has a shit ton of videos and I don't have a shit ton of time. My next class, which doesn't start until 3:30 (it's 12:30...), is English and I'm not all that excited about it. Why? well one because it's English, but two because I forgot to bring a pencil with me... Yeah, how am I supposed to write in an English class, with no pencil (see title)... And on top of that, I've got work tonight. I haven't had work work on a Monday since the Summer. Blarg. I only have about 4 hours of work tonight, which isn't bad at all, It's just the fact that I work for four days in a row. I don't like working a bunch of days in a row because it kills my scheadule. It's like I take a bus here, take a bus home, go to work, go home to sleep, wake up at 6, then do it all again. Sigh. I'll also be missing Heroes tonight, which I guess in a way I'm used to, and will just catch it online some time during the week (or if my internet buddy at home sticks around, I coule do it there ^.^). I guess that's about everything. I'm trying to think of shit to just cram in here because I'm bored... With nothing coming to mind I will bid thee farewell...

People Take Swimming WAY Too Serious

2009-02-08T17:46:00.003-06:00

Yeah, my title explains most of my weekend... but that's for later. First... Hmmm... I'm pretty sure I've missed a few good days for blogging, but, to be quite honest... I haven't really felt like it. But, now here I am, and I'll pick out a few key points from the past few days. Okay, well, one thing you may have noticed as of late is that I've taken down the walmart shopper (lol) and replaced it with Google adsense. Why? Because Walmart doesn't care about us blogging shmos, but Google is willing to pay us... so I added Google adsense in the hopes that it would make me at least a little moneys for blogging all the damn time. Now, does that make me a sell out??? I don't think so. You wanna know why? 1. Because I am setting aside none of my beliefs or morals. I am simply trying to turn a minute profit for something I enjoy doing (which sorta contradicts the part where I said I didn't wanna blog). and 2. ... No one reads my blog... I'm likely never to make ANY money from it... and how can you sell out with nothing being sold??? K.

This probably goes without being said, but school has been a major pain in my asshole. I mean... it hurts...

I also finally got myself a YouTube account. I hadn't wanted to create one until I had some videos to actually post (I didn't want to be like all these damn people who make accounts with horribly gay names and 1 crappy Naruto music video...

Things got really flubbed up with plans this weekend. Mainly because Kiwi went on a camping trip. God... What a prick! He's so selfish!!! (Kiwi... yes, offense). We ended up spending Fri. night parked outside my house trying hard as Hell not to look supsicious (easier said than done in BD). Also, we were suppossed to go to Jakes (and believe me, I did want to... I think I've actually only been there once... maybe twice), but it got too late to catch a bus and Steve was at K-Gadz house. Well, in hindsight, I did stay up till like 2 anyways (hadn't planned on it, but I'll explain that in a bit). I did however almost fall asleep at 7... yeah... So, instead I cracke dout the laptop and started putzing around with a few files (music/movies mainly). Then... I got bored, and opened up my connection center (note, I have yet to speak with my mom about a high speed lollernet service)... There were a bunch of networks that were around me, most of which needed passwords to access... but... some didn't... So, I clicked on one, and actually got connected to the internet... SWEET! So I was playing on the internet laughing and laughing. I ended up downloading Saul Williams discography (if you don't know him, look him up! None of his cds were at the library though... sad face. I'm also gonna try to go see him at the union on the 25th), and William Shatners cd. That's right, William Shatner recorded a cd... Danny Craine! Anywho... That's why I stayed up till 2... I had the lollernet [sort of] on my laptop.

And now here I am... still at work. I've been here for a little over 7 hours now, and I'm going out of my mind... We had a swim meet today (as we have for the whole weekend), a big fucking swim meet. I mean... people were parking at Pick N. Save big (for anyone who may not know... that's crazy). So, naturally it was much more chaotic here, but none of that really affected me all too much. My desk has been moved on the complete other side of the building. However, to add to all of that, all the loonies decided to join us here tonight. I mean people have been nuts. One guy wanted us to call the police because he thought two people had fake handicap license plates, kids were running about, everyone seems to have lost everything and blames us for their dissaperance, and Mrs. Pipins was just being herself. Let me explain. Mr. Pipins a.k.a. Tom Pipins, is a local sports news caster. He works for fox 6 so he's automatically less of a person, but nonetheless, pretty nice guy. His kids are nice and entertaining to talk to (and fun to convince I have a twin). His wife however, Mrs. Pipins... is fucking crazy! I feel like a dick saying it, but she was chasing her son in her swim suit screaming at him. She was screaming on her phone, and had a few crying fits... just tonight!!! It's to the point where I fear for those childrean... And apperently Mr. & Mrs. are getting a divorce, so now she's all extra crazy... My God, today has just been really weird... It's like everything has just shifted over a few feet and thrown everything off. To sum it up, allow me to steal a line from sXePhil: "Bitches be crazy".

And now I am all kinds of excited to get the Hell out of here and go home!

My Heart Beat Stumbles As My Back Bone Crumbles

2009-02-03T20:44:00.002-06:00

Well, well, well... Last night, I was able to actually go to Kiwi's house for Mon. night shows! It started with Big Bang Theory, which I don't know shit about! And we kept flashing back and forth to Chuck, which was in "3D" (it was pretty bad...). Then HIMYM came on and I, regrettable had to turn my back on it, turn my music way up, and try my best to ignore it. It's sad, but I have not kept up with season 4 (It's all your damn fault CBS!!!). Then, after that, we had Heroes. It was a pretty good episode, but I'm still pissed they started a new 'volume', because it's just going to be another dvd for me to have to buy! That ended, we listened to music ect. till 10 when the Simpsons came on. I tried to leave like three times, but the Simpsons kept pulling me back in. So I finally left, took the bus home, hopped in the shower, then went to bed.

This morning I woke up at six. Then said fuck and went back to bed. I slept till about 6:18, realized I had to catch a 6:56 bus, and jumped out of bed. I ate breakfast and got all my shit together, I left just on time, and walked to the stop. It was snowing this morning, so I had my sad/annoyed face on. I got to school a little late (damn bus!), so I just headed to class.Mmmmm-mmm, art class at 8 in the morning! And, to make today just start off swimmingly, we had a nude model come in... that's right, a chick de-robed for all of us to draw her for 3 hours...BUT... she was old enough to be my mom, and looked like she has/had a drug problem. Now, I kept my cool in class, but I really didn't want to look at her old, wrinkly, unshaven body...so after 3 hours of that, I ran to art history (which is across campus mind you). That was pretty boring, and my head dipped down a few times. That class is only an hour though, so I got out okay. Then my two hour long lunch (I played on my computer). Trig was next. We had a one question quiz that was really easy (it would have been easier but I forgot my calculator and had to wait for the person sitting next to me to finish). I also laughed at the guy who sat on the other side of me because he failed at life (yeah so I kept looking at his quiz, it was only to watch him struggle). Then we went over the problem, and class was over. I got to the bus stop pretty early, but that wasn't the most annoying part. The more annoying part was that the bus was 20 minutes late... and I had work... and to make matters worse, there weren't two seats next to one another, so I had to put my art portfolio and bag in the seat behind me and hope the shit didn't fall. I finally got into Brown Deer, and as soon as I stepped off the bus, the wind picked up, thus blowing my crap all over the place. Now walking against the wind, I had to keep all of my bags on my shoulders, which caused the strap on my brand new bag to make a sort of ripping/dieing noise, which scarred me enough to have to hold it from the top. So I pratically ran home trying not to brake my bags or my back. I got in my house, tried getting feeling back in my hands, grabbed a can of soup then headed for work. By this time I was pissed off and really exhausted, but I got to work and have been here since (and no, I have not gone postal and killed everyone here yet). Yep. Now I'm gonna go home and pass out. Sounds like fun doesn't it?

It Is Groundhog's Day!

2009-02-02T13:45:00.005-06:00

First, let me begin by telling you to go here, and watch the coolest collection of Groundhog Day Trailers EVER!!!

Okay, well, happy Groundhog's day. Now personally, I never saw much of a reason for this holiday. Now I know, it's because... well... there is no reason for this holiday... But it is one of those few holidays we sorta just have for fun (thus more or less causing a 'purpose' for it). But, I see no reason for it because I live in Wisconsin... It's winter here 9 months out of the year... Seriously. So, whatever that little rat wants to do today is up to him, see his shadow, don't see his shadow... it's all the same.

Moving on. K. Got off work last night and went home to eat. I ate and tried to catch the last few minutes of the super bowl. Wow... that game was crazy. I must say, I was "rooting" for the Cardinals. I mean, I really didn't care what team won either way, but I knew the Steelers were going to win, so why not cheer on the little guy? I also got to catch the Hulu commercial being aired. That one was actually pretty good. Once that was over, I ran as fast as I could out of the room before the post-game shit happened. Anywho, I popped in HIMYM season 3, and just putzed around on the computer for a while before finally just saying 'screw it' and going to bed.

This morning I woke up at 6:30, and got dressed, ate, packed my lunch, and went back to bed. I ended up just laying down for about 15 or so minutes. Then I got back up, grabbed my phone ect., and headed out. It took me awhile to get across the street to the bus stop (the traffic was a bitch. I hate traffic!). I just got to the bus stop when the bus came. Beau was at the next stop. We talked for a bit and wondered why we were the only ones on the bus at 7:35. Once we got to the union, we went to the computer lab and did our normal crap... Aubin wasn't anywhere, so I just blew time until 8:45, then left for class. My arch theory class was pretty interesting ("Geometry is a cult. No, not like cult like witches and shit" - My professor), and yet it's still kinda boring. Maddie text my sometime during class, and I laughed at her schedule (she has english at 8 every morning!!!), and then won our argument by bringing up the fact that I'm working, and effectively paying for school myself. Ownd... But yeah, class ended and I headed back to the union. I ate lunch, then pulled out my laptop for a little bit. My battery was almost dead, so I just came over to the lab and are using one of their computers now (It's easier than hunting down an outlet). I watched all of the superbowl commercials form last night on Hulu while writing my English essay. Once I was finished all that I went on over to youtube to find some music while I worte this. I tried looking for "Where'd You Go?" by Fort Minor, however... all of their videos were taken off... But, I did however find out that Linkin Park recorded a song/video with Busta Rhymes (Watch it NOW. Kiwi it's a little over 4 minutes long). I also found a "remix" of "Where'd You Go" where some guy recorded his own lyrics for the song, and it actually sounded really good (Okay, if you ignore all of my other random videos I've linked to, please check this one out! Support the unkown artists! PLZ?). Yep. I've got about another hour before my English class starts, so I'm just gonna sit around for a while and waste time... Damn. I really don't want to go to this class...

Just A Regular Sunday For Me...

2009-02-01T19:27:00.002-06:00

Hi there folks. It's amazing, I've only been in school for the past week and I'm already sick of it. I feel so lifelessly tired already. I blame it on my 10-12 hours of sleep I was getting in December and half of January. Anywho, My weekend still had some good parts (and some slightly bad parts... they're coming, don't worry).

First, I filled in for Becca Fri. night, which I didn't mind really. More money for me, plus doing her a favor. Then I went home and sat around. Then on Saturday, I chilled out at the house for awhile before heading off to work. Every Sat. I work from 2-5, which is only a three hour shift, and it bothers me. It bothers me because 3 hours is next to nothing, and it's usually really slow and annoying. However, yesterday was INSANELY busy!!! It was busy because for the month of January we were waving the joining fee, so , of course, everyone joined January 31st... yeah... Plus I was more or less babysitting one of my coworkers daughters. She's 4 and really... bouncey. She's all over the place, but she's fun to entertain. We, the staff, also got cookies and little ham sandwiches for being awesome. True story. So, I finally got out of here about 5:15-5:30. Kiwi called me up and shortly after, the van came and I left to Pick N' Save, then Kiwi's. We all hung out there watching SNL, playing on my new laptop, eating pizza, drinking kool-aid, and making fun of Jack... I mean Jake. We were there till about 2:15, when Steve laid down the law and said "we leave, now!". So we did. I still got to bed about 3, but whatever.

So on to today. Super Bowl Sunday!... I think... I don't know, I've been stuck at work all day long. At least it was slow...

I Am No Longer Topless

2009-01-30T08:29:00.003-06:00

Sorry I didn't post yesterday, I should have, but I really didn't manage my time wisely at all. Umm... Not much happened yesterday. My classes were all pretty mundane, and I had to hit up the Archy store so I could drop another 50$ on school supplies (grumble, grumble, grumble). However, stuff that I was supposed to post yesterday, that didn't happen yesterday was pretty important. First, I got my laptop! It r came in the mail a day earlier than it was supposed to (more like it came 4 days late, but then they told us it was on back order). Needless to say, I am extra excited about this. I don't even have it hooked up to the lollernets yet, and I've already played with it like everyday! It's such a relief to finally have a computer in my house that actually works. I feel like the majestic phoenix, erupting to life in a powerful rebirth. Plus, I finished the Resident Evil book I was reading. Now I've only got two more books in the series (btw, I'm still reading Twilight too...)

*Shiver runs down spine*

Okay, so on to today. Fridays are basically my architecture day. My first class was architecture theory at 9, and the next is drawing architecture at 12:30. Yep... Right now I've got a pretty big chunk of time inbetween classes, so I'm using this to blog and continue watching all of sxephils videos. He's pretty funny, but let's be honest... this many vlogs gets... I don't want to say boring, but repetitive sorta... In all reality I should probably get off the computer anyways to go eat and such... but I'm not that smart (which is odd because I'm the one that brought it up...). I really want to go home right now... But I can't, because I have (as I've said before. PAY MORE ATTENTION!) another class... then I have work. Damn... Okay, so I'm just stretching this on. Bye.

I Was Morally Oppesed To Doing Shit Today

2009-01-28T12:09:00.006-06:00

Let's see. My math class last night was interesting... It seems like it'll be pretty easy if I pay attention (btw: Trigonometry). My instructor kinda sounds like the Hispanic version of Apocolyptica (They kinda talk like this). After class, I hit it, and ran to the bus stop. I knew that the next bus didn't come till 3:15 or so (I got out of class at 2:50), but I was hoping that a bus was late or something, and I could hop on that. However, no such luck. I had to wait till the next bus... which was late. So I didn't get on the bus till about 20 after. Which sucked, because, I had work... So I got home at about 4 (when I supposed to be at work), called in and said I'd be there at 4:30. I tried to quick eat, but I ended up taking half of my supper with me anyways. Work actually went pretty well, but I was still really tired by the end of it. Went home, got dressed, chatted with Andrew for a bit, then went to sleep.

Thus we get to today. I woke up this morning at about 4:08. I checked the clock (that's how I know the time it was!), then fell back asleep. So I woke up again, this time about 4:44... Dammit! So I went back to bed again until about quarter after 6, woke up, and waited for my alarm to go off so I could shut it off. It's crazy, though, my sleeping habits have never been like this... ever. I mean, during break, I kept having hard times falling asleep, and now I'm actually waking up on time and on my own... It's really fucking weird... But I got up, packed my stuff and got ready to leave. I was ready for at least 20 minutes before I had to leave, which led to me being really bored... I finally just got up and left. I was early for my bus, but a strange late/early bus came by, I shrugged "eh", and got on. Low and behold, this wasn't a real bus, or a real bus driver. Turns out he just wanted to rape me and steal my skin. So I kicked him in the throat and crashed his bus into the river. Okay, so that was all bullshit... but seriously... I got on campus and went to the Union lab (where I am now), and soon met Aubin. He and I were talking for a bit before he took a picture from the UWM home page into paint and added his own flair to it:

See?

Then, I introduced Aubin to Aron E., you may remember this silly jackass from earlier posts. Aubin laughed at him for a while (who can blame him), then I headed on off to class. I don't really want to admit it, because I do find it interesting and all... but architecture theory is a really boring class. I took about a 10 minute nap in there, class ended early, then I went on back to the Union (btw: Aubin wants to start telling people the 'union' is pronounced 'onion').

So, I listened to music, and started eating. It was really early, so I didn't want to eat all of my lunch, but I was oddly starving. As I was eating, I was writting the script to my highly anticipated "Cappy" film. I finished a scene when This morose mutha' fucka walks by me. So Steve sat down and we chatted for a bit. We both traded bits of our schedules, and he had to leave to grab something to eat before his class started at noon. So, I finished up my English homework, and headed to my computer lab. AAAHH I WANT MY LAPTOP! HURRY UP YOU DUMB UPS GUY!!!

So, while on the computer, I checked all my e-mails and such, looked to see if all of those chapters were really online for my art history class (they weren't... I think I'll just hold onto the book for now), and am listening to the entire "Appeal to Reason" cd by Rise Against off of youtube (retards who post songs with still screens and call them videos...). So far it's been really good (btw: both singles and their accompaning videos are amazing!!!). The only thing I could say even remotely negatively about it, is that Tim really doesn't scream at all... Oh well, you move on (mainly because I'm not one of these jerk-offs who feals the need for life to be put on hold while I bitch and bitch because things aren't going the exact right way for me). Yep. Now I'm probably going to go to the archy store and buy my supplies for my arch class on Fri. (I really don't want to buy another text book or any more expensive as shit supplies...). Mhmm... And then, at 3:30, I've got my english class. I just want to go home... I just want to go home, lay down, eat something, and chill out... I haven't felt like doing anytihng today. It's like when you know it's cold outside, but you're inside. That nice warm, comfortable, secure, safe, and mildly arousing feeling... I want that like right now!

Today Is Tuesday... No Seriously, It's Tuesday

2009-01-27T12:41:00.003-06:00

Yeah, today has been one of those days that just drags on... and on... and on (for good measure). No. For serious. I woke up this morning at 6 (it's about quarter to 1 now). I ate breakfast, packed the rest of my stuff, couldn't find an empty bottle, and then sat down for a minute in shame that the sun hadn't even come up yet... WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?! Sorry. So about 6:40, I took off and hit up the bus stop. The bus wouldn't be there until about 6:56, but I wanted to make sure I'd cathch it. So, I waited for a few more minutes before hoping on my MCTS chariot and being whisked away to the far off land of the east side (where it is hard core and people get killed everyday!!!). So, I got to campus a little early (better than a little late), and then trekked to my first class of the day: Art. So far, this class seems like it will be better than last years, but it also seems like I'll actually have to do shit (c'mon now...). That class seemed absurdly long because last year, I got to leave about 15 minutes early to cathc the last bus, but I got through it nonetheless. Next, my Art History class, which starts 15 minutes after Art. Basically, I have to get my ass across campus with enough time to spare to peg one of the seats in the back where there's more room for my portfolio (It's a lecture hall). My head did dip down once or twice during it, but I got through it. I also got through it after finding out I need a book (which I already bought) that all the needed chapters are supplied online... WHY should I spend $100 dollars on something you're giving me? Call me crazy (because I am), but why should I do that?!?! Aaaaah! After Art History, I've got my only break of the day. I get out of class at about noon (11:30 for today), and my math class doesn't start till 2. It's a nice break for lunch and whatever work I need to get done (like my blog ^_^). Oh, and guess what happened to me at lunch? I realized that I had not finished making my PB & J... So, I just had two pieces of bread in a bag. Damn. Now I'm really hungry and I've still got to show up to another class. Plus, after my math class, I've got to catch a bus, get back to town, grab something to eat, and drag myself into work. Yeah...

And now, I near the end of my blog, and I'm watching sxe phil videos... from 2007 on up... There's 14 pages of them. Kay, I'm gonna leave now... Umm... Bye...

Blog Post 69... How Fitting

2009-01-26T11:52:00.002-06:00

It is true. Like all things are, we go back to where we once came. It is an unwritten and very haunting reality. And with that, my blog returns as I am shuffled back to school. I must say that the previous month was insane. by no means in a bad way, but certainly far from good (let's be honest, no matter how well things are going, there will always be shit. And no, that's not a pessimistic outlook on life). I've got so much to catch everybody up on! This is going to be fun!

For starters, the Holidays. Now, I've tried to blog whenever I could, and if my memory serves, I did update the peoples of how all of my holidays went down. Now, as you all know, major holidays are never 1 day ordeal. I mean, there's always a heightened sense of stress around these times you know? I mean, sure the suicide rate always increases around the holidays, BUT that's not what I mean by stresses (that's just retarded). You know how it is with family around, and the constant sense of 'shit gonna go down because I've got too much stuff on my mind'. But, I got through it all (it was MUCH easier without school in there nagging me too!).

And, with no school, good 'ol BD was flooded with kidlings back from college (Because we all know how cool it is to go to random fucking colleges just to get away from your family and meet douche bag people). However, over the entire break, I really didn't see that many peoples. Well, sure I saw my main group of friends (love you guys), but I didn't see any of those people that I rarely ever see or hear from any more. The only person I saw more than once was Maddie, who, to be quite honest... I really didn't want to see all that much... You know, looking back, I really wasted a lot of time with her (any guy knows EXACTLY what I mean). It's crazy how differently I look at it all now, and of course, she sees no problems with anything... So I move on. I won't say that 'I don't care' because, despite my love for the song, there always will be some level of 'care'. It's more like I've just changed. I can see the things important to me more clearly, and I guess that means that she's been moved on that list. Oh well you know. Wheels keep on spinning round. As for the few people I did see, it was nice to hang with them again and try to catch up a little. I guess it also made me hate this whole "college" life-style. It's like "Let's forget everything we know because we're in college now! Nyah! Things MUST be changed because we're in college! I need to be an asshole because we're in college! College college college!!!". I say, fuck all that. Nothing has to change from the trasition between highschool and college. And for the things that change, lets let them change when they must, not because we assume it has to happen! Blarg. Sorry, you've all read this shit before, I'll move on no kays?

...LOL!

K. So much has happened over break it's hard to really get you where you need to be. Most of break is pretty easy to sum up actually. For a while there I was clocking in over 10 hours of sleep a night. That's about when I started to feel like a lazy, worthless piece of shit. However, I still managed to clock in plenty o' hours at work. Actually, the first week or two of break I never got a full day off. I always had some sort of shit to do... Then after a while, my schedule freed up, and I started spending most of my days with the regulars (sorry if that sounds insensitive). I had so many good times just chillin' out at Kiwi's until 3, 4 in the morning doing almost absolutely nothing!. It took me almost all of break to realize I haven't accomplished shit, and that I should sort some stuff out. I wrote a whole big list of things I want/need to get done. Some of the things on there are pretty special, but others are quite mundane. It's been a long since coming, but I seem to be typing out so many things more now that I have my portable hard drive which holds ALL of my files on the computer. ALL of them. I'm not really sure why it took me so long to type out all of my lists, seeing as how wordpad files take up a few kilobytes... Eh, oh well.

And now I'm back in school. I really don't want to be here (not that that's a very big surprise right?). Let me explain, I really do not feel at all prepared to be back here again, trying to be responsible and all book learnen an' stuffs. I mean, I don't have my books yet, I just printed off and looked over my schedule last night at work, and I just realized that my tuesdays will kill me... Oh well, I'm here, ready or not. I've just got to suck it all up and kepp on goin'. At least my schedule is a lot better this semester. I mean, now I've got open nights everyday (except Tues. ... work). Plus, I still have those nice neat breaks in between classes. Although those 'nice neat' breaks are a little different every mon. and wed.. A 5 hour break... really? I can't waste that much time everyday online! I'm pretty sure (starting Wed.) I'll just go home in between.

On a slightly lighter note, some good things have arisen now that I'm back in the swing of things. Today alone, I've caught up on everyone's blogs (including my own! Happy Face ^.^!!!), caught up on Arby N' The Chief, and am almost done with the last episode of Heroes (Hooray for having not missed any of "volume" 4!!!). Plus, Now that I'm in college, and my home computer totally sucks balls, drum roll plz, I'm getting a laptop!!! I've never been too big a fan of laptops, but I am extra excited about this! I mean, I have so much shit planned for that little guy already! First, I can finally start finishing all of those computer projects I've been working on (art related projects. I'll try and make them available once done!). Plus, I'm totally going to burn like a billion [unreleased] shows onto dvd! (starting with Rugrats! OMG! I less than three the Rugrats sooooooo much!!!) Plus, as an added bonus, it has light scribe which will totally add to the legitimacy to these dvds! And now I can finally go on the internet and load videos, and go on the sites I want to without it killing me inside! And one more thing, which I'm going to surprise y'all with in the coming few days! Stay tuned!

So sure, this blog was really long, and really didn't accomplish must, but I still think it was a necessity. Plus, I really miss typing thins out. K, see you guys later!

Return Of The Blog!

2009-01-12T21:35:00.002-06:00

Hey there party people! It's been a while since I've had a blog with any testicles, but that'll [hopefully] change by the end of the night! Now, since I haven't been doing much blogging, needless to say, a lot of stuff has happened. Plus, I have no idea when most of this stuff even happened, so I'm just going to go through it all as I remember it.

First, I've gotten a few movies watched. Kung-fu Panda (Dreamworks animation has finally done right by me. Not only did they have a great cast of voice actors, but a good enough story to go along with them. Plus, they have hammered out some really impressive visuals, some even close to The One And Only. And, the thing that really got me hyped about the movie was the fantastic art direction that went along with it! Every character model was well thought out as well as synched with the voices, and there was a clear researched knowledge of Chinese art.), Memento (which was sort of what I expected it to be. I mean, I had known prior to watching it that it wasn't chronological, so the piece by piece story line was expected. The story was good and the way it was told was really interesting, however, I for one saw the ending coming...), Slapshots (Which was a pretty funny hockey movie (when is hockey not funny?), although I did sort of zone out during the serious portions of it...) and The Sqwuid and the Whale (which I chuckled a few times at, and I thought it was okay (it showed more of a reality than just a film), but it was just one of those kinds of movies... Nothing too spectacular, which I found funny because a shit ton of critics cited it among their top films of the year...).

I also got bunches more music. Apocalyptica (Oh my God, uber beasts [from Finland]!!!), Innerpartysystem (Their cd is fantastic! They are among the best techno groups I've ever heard, and they are still just a new band. The only thing I can think to say 'negetively' about them is that they don't have very many quick songs (Don't Stop is a godsend!!!)), Hollywood Undead (funny as fuck you can ask Bob Saget! Now, I will admit to these guys as clown shoes, but they are clown shoes who absolutely know what they are doing. The best clown shoes! Think D12 when Eminem was still around... Also, their serious songs have really fucking awesome lyrics admist the 'emo' shananigans), Shiney Toy Guns' newest Season of Poison (I liked it. They came in with their same style mixing free for all that allowed almost every song to have a midway break... but I must say I'm more of a fan of their old singer... sorry), The Nightmare Revisited (Everything you loved about The Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack now done with your favorite artists' personal spin. It was great to hear so many different well known groups covering these beloved songs. Pick this bad boy up!) and Noah and the Whale (which many of you may likely have never heard of, but that's okay. These guys have a true indy sound to them while mixing some very unappreciated instruments. Their sound is mild and moves well with their cooky life lesson sort of lyrics). Yeah, my ears have been really busy as of late.

Well you got a taste of my recent media endevours... but now I'm being kicked out of here, so I'll just leave you with this:

I got to watch Star Wars: Return of the Jedi today at work! Rofl!!!

I Swear I Am Still Alive And I Will Be Back To Blogging Glory Soon!!!

2009-01-11T20:05:00.002-06:00

That's about all I've got time for...