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

Hooray For Me!

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...).

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Shit... I Don't Know!

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.

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...

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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?

(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).

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

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!

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

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

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!

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

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!

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!

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-

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

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

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

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...