Monday, July 30, 2001
i was more being mad at myself for being an asshole. you should be mad at me. i am mad at myself.
i don't care too much about pop. i drink more pop than just about anyone in the house. that is why i buy it every time i go to the store. air and trav both buy pop, and if it is in the fridge, i drink it. i never eat peoples food, unless they give it to me. there have been a few times where air has been like, you want some chicken, or you want some spaghetti? and i am like sure. there was one time where there was a bunch of pancake batter sitting there, and i asked air if i could make a few pancakes, and he said yeah. but if i don't know who's food it is, it definitely isn't mine, so i don't touch it. exceptions being pop when all my pop is gone, raspberry lemonade when i didn't make it, or otter pops, but otter pops are a different story. this isn't like the dorms where if you leave it out, it will get eaten. we aren't on a dining plan here, we have to buy our own food. so eating other peoples food unless they tell you too is wrong. my view at least.
traffic was annoying today. i was really pissed at it driving home. it seemed like everyone was driving 5 mph under the speed limit. it was actually about 3 cars total, but they were forcing everyone to drive under the speed limit the entire way home. we were getting pretty damn pissed. why not just go the damn speed limit, or get in the fucking slow lane. there are 3 lanes on 99 for a reason. get out of my fucking lane before i ram you. i hate my car, i was on the verge of doing it. stupid car. it burns all sorts of wierd fluids. i need to replace half the fluids in the engine right now. i put them in, and like a week later they are all gone. its like, what the fuck, stop doing that. pisses me off.
if any of you have driven past the stadium on 99 recently, you will know what i am talking about here. one of the funniest damn things i have seen in a while. we were driving past, and they have those cart things that drive up the arch on top so people can sit in them and build and shit. one day, we were driving past, and one of them had TEC spray painted in big red letters. we were like, uhh, cool, i guess. a few days later, we went past, and there was another one next to it that said THE ERECTION CO, INC. and we were just like oh my god, that is freaking hilarious. they finally finished the arch, and in big letters at the peak, it says THE ERECTION COMPANY and it looks all professional. it is god damn hilarious. they are going to paint over it all anyways, but mad props to those employees, and mad props the the supervisor for not caring. anyways, that is one of the hilights of our drive, going past their looking at it. hilarious.
i don't care too much about pop. i drink more pop than just about anyone in the house. that is why i buy it every time i go to the store. air and trav both buy pop, and if it is in the fridge, i drink it. i never eat peoples food, unless they give it to me. there have been a few times where air has been like, you want some chicken, or you want some spaghetti? and i am like sure. there was one time where there was a bunch of pancake batter sitting there, and i asked air if i could make a few pancakes, and he said yeah. but if i don't know who's food it is, it definitely isn't mine, so i don't touch it. exceptions being pop when all my pop is gone, raspberry lemonade when i didn't make it, or otter pops, but otter pops are a different story. this isn't like the dorms where if you leave it out, it will get eaten. we aren't on a dining plan here, we have to buy our own food. so eating other peoples food unless they tell you too is wrong. my view at least.
traffic was annoying today. i was really pissed at it driving home. it seemed like everyone was driving 5 mph under the speed limit. it was actually about 3 cars total, but they were forcing everyone to drive under the speed limit the entire way home. we were getting pretty damn pissed. why not just go the damn speed limit, or get in the fucking slow lane. there are 3 lanes on 99 for a reason. get out of my fucking lane before i ram you. i hate my car, i was on the verge of doing it. stupid car. it burns all sorts of wierd fluids. i need to replace half the fluids in the engine right now. i put them in, and like a week later they are all gone. its like, what the fuck, stop doing that. pisses me off.
if any of you have driven past the stadium on 99 recently, you will know what i am talking about here. one of the funniest damn things i have seen in a while. we were driving past, and they have those cart things that drive up the arch on top so people can sit in them and build and shit. one day, we were driving past, and one of them had TEC spray painted in big red letters. we were like, uhh, cool, i guess. a few days later, we went past, and there was another one next to it that said THE ERECTION CO, INC. and we were just like oh my god, that is freaking hilarious. they finally finished the arch, and in big letters at the peak, it says THE ERECTION COMPANY and it looks all professional. it is god damn hilarious. they are going to paint over it all anyways, but mad props to those employees, and mad props the the supervisor for not caring. anyways, that is one of the hilights of our drive, going past their looking at it. hilarious.
Sunday, July 29, 2001
last night i starting to come back to me. the line between reality and dream is really fucking blurred after everyone left. i have these memories that are actually dreams, i know, because they happened after everyone was gone. but they are in my mind, and i think they happened. like, me trying to make dip last night. i never did, but i remember doing it, and i remember not using all the shit, so capping it all and putting it on the fridge. i remember me looking for a bowl, and not having one big enough, but that grant guy handed me an orange cooking bowl, and i was like thanks. none of this ever happened, but in my mind, it was a part of last night i can remember. i just need to keep track of these things before my head convinces me that they are true. i have this shit for as long as i can remember. memories of these things i think happened, but didn't really. i have been keeping track of them since i was about 5, not thinking they were strange or anything. like, when i was little, i insisted on wearing a girls bathing suit. i while ago, i asked my parents about this, and they said it never happened. they said i was scared of girls bathings suits when i was little. but i have had this memory for as long as i can remember of me in a navy blue girls swimming suit. crazy stuff
so yeah, last night. i was thrice the asshole to trav and air. first off, sorry trav for busting into your room last night for no reason. i was pretty drunk, but that was no excuse. i shouldn't have done that. second and third, sorry sorry to air and trav for up and booting off and leaving you guys at seperate times during the night. i feel like shit for doing that now. twas stupid of me. i know i would be pissed if you guys did that to me. bah.
no blogs for like 5 days, now like 3 blogs in less than an hour. my drought is gone, maybe
so yeah, last night. i was thrice the asshole to trav and air. first off, sorry trav for busting into your room last night for no reason. i was pretty drunk, but that was no excuse. i shouldn't have done that. second and third, sorry sorry to air and trav for up and booting off and leaving you guys at seperate times during the night. i feel like shit for doing that now. twas stupid of me. i know i would be pissed if you guys did that to me. bah.
no blogs for like 5 days, now like 3 blogs in less than an hour. my drought is gone, maybe
you know, i hate to be nit pickey about people i live with. personally, i don't really care too much if other people drink my pop. sure it annoys me a little, but in the end, other people end up buying pop for the house too. i have drank some of airs pop, and some of travs pop, but i try to stick to my own. but i think some people in the house are getting a tad annoyed at other people drinking their pop without providing any in return, just a little fyi...
funny night, if i do say so myself.
air kept commenting on the fact that there were 3 parties in one at our house last night for most of the time. there were the people downstairs playing puzzle fighter and smash court and stuff. then there were the people in playing pool. then there were the people in the kitchen drinking heavily and eating. it was pretty funny. i tried to avoid whatever part of the party pat was at, because i hate him. but anyways. screw him. we lasted almost 2 months with out him coming over. hopefully it will be at least that long until he comes back again.
so, on to planet of the apes, like a lot of the movies i have seen this summer, was decent, but a bit of a let down. personally, i thought it was entertaining enough, but there were some things that really pissed me off. like general thade. what the fuck. tim roth took the whole "being a monkey" thing a little too far. if everyone else had been as good a monkey as him, it wouldn't really have mattered, but compared to everyone else, he was a bit over the top. and the fact that there was no interaction between the humans. they all kind of just followed him. he didn't ask any questions about the planet, and they didn't ask any questions about him. they never talked. i know if i was marky mark, i would be quizzing them the entire time. and if i was estella warren, i would be like, who the fuck are you, and what is up with all this shit in your space ship. it seemed all dialogue was done by tim roth, and, see my first comment above to see how much i enjoyed that. then there was the ending. how cliche. pericles comes down, and saves everyone. who didn't fucking see that one coming. then he goes back to some random time (the time was counting down, but he ended up in the future, a future that was the exact image of the present, go figure) and the monkeys ruled the earth! omg! no way! i think it was matt who said "they sacrificed good for sequel." why the hell did he go back. you knew he was going too, but why. he had a hot monkey, and a hot hot HOT chick. they both wanted him. he could have been a god of his own world. he could have built a whole society in his image. and he could have had estella warren. HE LEFT ESTELLA WARREN AFTER ONLY A BRIEF KISS!!!!!! i tell you, he must have been gay. what the hell.
oh yeah, speaking of which, i convinced one of the girls that came over that Po was gay. i thought that was pretty funny. don't worry, i told her the truth, i was just fucking with her, because i was hella drunk and that kind of stuff amuses me.
air kept commenting on the fact that there were 3 parties in one at our house last night for most of the time. there were the people downstairs playing puzzle fighter and smash court and stuff. then there were the people in playing pool. then there were the people in the kitchen drinking heavily and eating. it was pretty funny. i tried to avoid whatever part of the party pat was at, because i hate him. but anyways. screw him. we lasted almost 2 months with out him coming over. hopefully it will be at least that long until he comes back again.
so, on to planet of the apes, like a lot of the movies i have seen this summer, was decent, but a bit of a let down. personally, i thought it was entertaining enough, but there were some things that really pissed me off. like general thade. what the fuck. tim roth took the whole "being a monkey" thing a little too far. if everyone else had been as good a monkey as him, it wouldn't really have mattered, but compared to everyone else, he was a bit over the top. and the fact that there was no interaction between the humans. they all kind of just followed him. he didn't ask any questions about the planet, and they didn't ask any questions about him. they never talked. i know if i was marky mark, i would be quizzing them the entire time. and if i was estella warren, i would be like, who the fuck are you, and what is up with all this shit in your space ship. it seemed all dialogue was done by tim roth, and, see my first comment above to see how much i enjoyed that. then there was the ending. how cliche. pericles comes down, and saves everyone. who didn't fucking see that one coming. then he goes back to some random time (the time was counting down, but he ended up in the future, a future that was the exact image of the present, go figure) and the monkeys ruled the earth! omg! no way! i think it was matt who said "they sacrificed good for sequel." why the hell did he go back. you knew he was going too, but why. he had a hot monkey, and a hot hot HOT chick. they both wanted him. he could have been a god of his own world. he could have built a whole society in his image. and he could have had estella warren. HE LEFT ESTELLA WARREN AFTER ONLY A BRIEF KISS!!!!!! i tell you, he must have been gay. what the hell.
oh yeah, speaking of which, i convinced one of the girls that came over that Po was gay. i thought that was pretty funny. don't worry, i told her the truth, i was just fucking with her, because i was hella drunk and that kind of stuff amuses me.
bliiizoooooooog
life is yhour fucking inspiration. lack of ispsirtation just means lack of instersting life at the moment.
oh guys, what is going on.
I HATE PAT STILL!!!!!! :D
i thought we had a reule at our hosue that he was never alouwed to come over. ohe well, fucked. i should kill hime or osemting. fuck hitm. DBNWOAH!!!!!!!!!!!
theatas what i say.
oh yeah, by the way. tang is the drink of gods. it maskes any taste. ANY TASTE!!!!! it si the greatest thing ever . oh bayb, i love tang.
life is yhour fucking inspiration. lack of ispsirtation just means lack of instersting life at the moment.
oh guys, what is going on.
I HATE PAT STILL!!!!!! :D
i thought we had a reule at our hosue that he was never alouwed to come over. ohe well, fucked. i should kill hime or osemting. fuck hitm. DBNWOAH!!!!!!!!!!!
theatas what i say.
oh yeah, by the way. tang is the drink of gods. it maskes any taste. ANY TASTE!!!!! it si the greatest thing ever . oh bayb, i love tang.
Friday, July 27, 2001
so yeah, a few days ago i saw something amusing.
ryan and I were driving to work. we were on rainier, a really busy street. we stop at a stoplight. and what do we see crossing the street? there are 5 blind people going across the crosswalk as fast as they could. one of them was just like freaking out whacking his stick wildly, and the other ones were just kind of going along as fast as they could. i know i shouldn't have found this funny, but there was a little posse of scared blind people making their way across a busy street, all at the same time. and it was 6:45 in the morning. anything tends to be funny that early
BOOBS!!!!!!!! uhhh, i mean FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ryan and I were driving to work. we were on rainier, a really busy street. we stop at a stoplight. and what do we see crossing the street? there are 5 blind people going across the crosswalk as fast as they could. one of them was just like freaking out whacking his stick wildly, and the other ones were just kind of going along as fast as they could. i know i shouldn't have found this funny, but there was a little posse of scared blind people making their way across a busy street, all at the same time. and it was 6:45 in the morning. anything tends to be funny that early
BOOBS!!!!!!!! uhhh, i mean FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, July 26, 2001
do not fear. we have everything under control. please do not cross the official wankin line. man wang or breastage might ensue. thank you, move along.
alright, so crazyness.
ryan's alyson is here. i still haven't seen her. she hasn't left his room, bahahaha. what a pimp. leaves me to my own devices. i skipped out on the second half of work AGAIN today. this is becoming a bad habit. eventually we are going to get caught, or someone is going to care, and then we are fucked. still, i have had half days 4 out of the last 5 days. nice.
speaking of work. i just kind of flipped out at work today. the past 3 weeks or so, we have had a crisis. this means that our big boss came out to one of the parks, and realized there were weeds. she is literally insane, it is pretty annoying. so, she calls it a crisis, and was like squak squak, there are weeds!! and we are like, no shit, what do you expect. anyways, she is making us get them all. ALL of them. wouldn't be a problem, except the project is a fucking meadow. so, the last 2 weeks before this, we spent every day sitting in a meadow sorting through freaking grasses, pulling the bad ones. this week, we were able to go to a different park for a day, but today we were back in the fucking meadow again. in 3 hours, i moved about 5 feet, and my bucket was overflowing with weeds, it was insanity. so, i was trying to gather all the fucking grass i had pulled, and i realize my bucket is sitting in a pile of grass that i had missed, and i am just like GOD DAMMIT! BWAHHH!!!!!!! basically i flipped out, and got my head caught in the bird netting we have covering the meadow, so then i was trying disintangle myself, and finally, i just yelled and dove into a pile of grass and curled up into the fetal position. i can imagine this was pretty damn funny to watch, because as i was laying on the ground twitching, everyone was kind of staring at me in shock. then i just start laughing, and me and ryan start cracking up. i wish i had a video camera to follow me around. i wish i could have seen myself go off. hilarity.
air and i just watched "bring it on" that movie is awesome. skanks, sluts, cheerlearders, whatever you call them. we both agreed it was a pretty boobtastic movie.it needed some nudity, but thats ok. it was geared towards 14 year old girls. lesbian shower scenes probably weren't necessary, when you look at it that way. oh well. belligerent, don't mind me.
ryan's alyson is here. i still haven't seen her. she hasn't left his room, bahahaha. what a pimp. leaves me to my own devices. i skipped out on the second half of work AGAIN today. this is becoming a bad habit. eventually we are going to get caught, or someone is going to care, and then we are fucked. still, i have had half days 4 out of the last 5 days. nice.
speaking of work. i just kind of flipped out at work today. the past 3 weeks or so, we have had a crisis. this means that our big boss came out to one of the parks, and realized there were weeds. she is literally insane, it is pretty annoying. so, she calls it a crisis, and was like squak squak, there are weeds!! and we are like, no shit, what do you expect. anyways, she is making us get them all. ALL of them. wouldn't be a problem, except the project is a fucking meadow. so, the last 2 weeks before this, we spent every day sitting in a meadow sorting through freaking grasses, pulling the bad ones. this week, we were able to go to a different park for a day, but today we were back in the fucking meadow again. in 3 hours, i moved about 5 feet, and my bucket was overflowing with weeds, it was insanity. so, i was trying to gather all the fucking grass i had pulled, and i realize my bucket is sitting in a pile of grass that i had missed, and i am just like GOD DAMMIT! BWAHHH!!!!!!! basically i flipped out, and got my head caught in the bird netting we have covering the meadow, so then i was trying disintangle myself, and finally, i just yelled and dove into a pile of grass and curled up into the fetal position. i can imagine this was pretty damn funny to watch, because as i was laying on the ground twitching, everyone was kind of staring at me in shock. then i just start laughing, and me and ryan start cracking up. i wish i had a video camera to follow me around. i wish i could have seen myself go off. hilarity.
air and i just watched "bring it on" that movie is awesome. skanks, sluts, cheerlearders, whatever you call them. we both agreed it was a pretty boobtastic movie.it needed some nudity, but thats ok. it was geared towards 14 year old girls. lesbian shower scenes probably weren't necessary, when you look at it that way. oh well. belligerent, don't mind me.
Wednesday, July 25, 2001
blog, who cares, no one
what do you write about when there is nothing at all that interests you happening in your life. my life is stupid right now. it gets the job done, but it is just dumb. you all don't care about how stereotypical my day at work was. i don't even care about what i did at work. my job is boring. who cares, my job doesn't define me. it is something i do to make money. i don't really care about it. i derive the most joy out of playing with my stupid psychological dysfunctions. whatever, blah. blah basically describes my life at the moment. so yeah, blah
speaking of blah, it just took me almost an hour to drive the 13 miles between my parents house and my house here on the wesside. god damn lane on the bridge was closed. i could imagine there being a lane closed if they were doing something, but i didn't even see any people. it was like the morons just got too lazy to drive their big ass trucks, so the just pulled over and flipped on the lane closed sign. normally they give you warning, but this was a completely fucking random lane closing at 10:00 pm on a wednesday night. what the hell. of course, it has to be the night i have to take ryan home to get his car. blah. an hour sitting alone in my car in the dark, yee haw.
who really cares about anything. it isn't worth it caring about anything. the world is filled with morons. it isn't worth caring about the majority of the wankers that inhabit this earth with us. one voice out of 6 billion is worthless. I am worthless.
I am a cynic. my cynicism defines me. even when i am happy, i am happy with a very dry warped sense of humor. i am a little off. i say things i shouldn't because i think they are funny. but then everyone sits around looking at me funny. i am laughing inside, but no one else is. fuck them anyways. just because they don't understand me doesn't mean it isn't funny. some people wouldn't know funny if i put it on my nuts and slapped them in the face with it. DEEZ NUTZ. that has basically been the theme of the past few weeks. who cares about anything. all we really care about is DEEZ NUTZ. it is perfect.
i will blog when something interesting happens..... anything interesting happens. otter pops are interesting. maybe i will blog about those
screw the world, screw caring, let the morons keep it
what do you write about when there is nothing at all that interests you happening in your life. my life is stupid right now. it gets the job done, but it is just dumb. you all don't care about how stereotypical my day at work was. i don't even care about what i did at work. my job is boring. who cares, my job doesn't define me. it is something i do to make money. i don't really care about it. i derive the most joy out of playing with my stupid psychological dysfunctions. whatever, blah. blah basically describes my life at the moment. so yeah, blah
speaking of blah, it just took me almost an hour to drive the 13 miles between my parents house and my house here on the wesside. god damn lane on the bridge was closed. i could imagine there being a lane closed if they were doing something, but i didn't even see any people. it was like the morons just got too lazy to drive their big ass trucks, so the just pulled over and flipped on the lane closed sign. normally they give you warning, but this was a completely fucking random lane closing at 10:00 pm on a wednesday night. what the hell. of course, it has to be the night i have to take ryan home to get his car. blah. an hour sitting alone in my car in the dark, yee haw.
who really cares about anything. it isn't worth it caring about anything. the world is filled with morons. it isn't worth caring about the majority of the wankers that inhabit this earth with us. one voice out of 6 billion is worthless. I am worthless.
I am a cynic. my cynicism defines me. even when i am happy, i am happy with a very dry warped sense of humor. i am a little off. i say things i shouldn't because i think they are funny. but then everyone sits around looking at me funny. i am laughing inside, but no one else is. fuck them anyways. just because they don't understand me doesn't mean it isn't funny. some people wouldn't know funny if i put it on my nuts and slapped them in the face with it. DEEZ NUTZ. that has basically been the theme of the past few weeks. who cares about anything. all we really care about is DEEZ NUTZ. it is perfect.
i will blog when something interesting happens..... anything interesting happens. otter pops are interesting. maybe i will blog about those
screw the world, screw caring, let the morons keep it
Friday, July 20, 2001
i took this test for shits and giggles, and apparently i am paranoid and schizotypal. haha, online tests rule
| Disorder | Rating |
| Paranoid: | Very High |
| Schizoid: | Moderate |
| Schizotypal: | Very High |
| Antisocial: | High |
| Borderline: | Moderate |
| Histrionic: | High |
| Narcissistic: | High |
| Avoidant: | Very High |
| Dependent: | Moderate |
| Obsessive-Compulsive: | Low |
-- Click Here To Take The Test -- | |
so, movies have been a disappointment this summer. the summer was supposed to be the summer of movies!!! great flix galore!!!!!!!!! but no, we have had a few decent movies, and a whole load of crap. pearl harbor, beginning it all off, the more i think about it, it blew goats! you just leave it thinking it was cool because there was that whole 40 minutes of massive deathocity. but no, it sucked. mummy returns, hated it. crazy/beautiful, bad. cats and dogs, sucked. AI, apparently i missed something, because i didn't really like it. then there was Jurassic Park 3, i don't think i have to go into that. boob raider, blah. its rating goes up because there were boobs. scary movie 2, hit me in the head. swordfish, decent, more than i expected. final fantasy, decent, not as good as i wanted it to be. fast and the furious, half way decent the first time, sucked the second, bad ending. score, ok, but not as good as i expected. shrek awesome. moulin rouge incredible. but over all it has been a disappointing season. planet of the apes will rule because there are monkeys and estella warren. i have no clue what else is coming out this summer, but we are heading into august, and august always seems to be the absolute worst time for new movies. oh well, next summer maybe? something restore my faith in hollywood.
fucked up that dan is missing his gameboy. i don't know why he thinks someone took it, but if he has good reason, that sucks.
fucked up that dan is missing his gameboy. i don't know why he thinks someone took it, but if he has good reason, that sucks.
Thursday, July 19, 2001
in my opinion, jurassic park 3 was worse than mission to mars. but it wasn't as bad as crazy beautiful. it was really fucking close, but not quite. strike that, it was worst. if i had driven to the theater, i would have walked out about half way through.
about my room, i guess i am out of line. i dunno, i guess that springs from living with dan for a year and a half. i always felt like it was his room, and his stuff, and i just had a bed and a computer. i always felt wierd, because he was really possesive of the room, locking the doors, locking his computer, lots of stuff like that, but half the stuff was mine, and i didn't really care that much. it never really felt like my room. it was always dans room. that is how i saw it at least. i also don't really get mad when other people use my stuff. its just stuff. i don't think the things i own really define who i am. the only thing i would really, really miss would be my computer, and its not actually the computer i would miss but what i do on it. i just have a different philosophy on it all it seems.
whats also wierd, i don't really care about my stuff, but i do care about other peoples things. i am protective of other peoples things, because other people care. its kind of like food in the house. i am really really hesitant of eating anything that is anyone elses without asking first. i always feel really bad when i get an otter pop. or get a sprite out of the fridge. but when i bought pop, and everyone was drinking it, i didn't care. wierd when i really think about it. i care less about my stuff than other peoples.
moral of the story, if you come to our house, trash my room instead.
anyways, back to jurassic park 3. IT SUCKED. i am sorry, i hated the fucking movie. i thought it would be at least entertaining, but it was sheer and utter crap, in my opinion. there was no suspense. they killed off the 3 expendable characters at the very beginning. you knew no one was going to die for the rest of the movie. you knew that one dude was going to survive. and the raptors were all fruits. to make them even fruitier, the creaters of the movie decided to give them little wiggly things on the top of their head. what the hell was that, it made no sense. the raptors were all just little pansy freaks!!!! seeing them didn't scare me at all after the first guy died. it was like, oh boy, look, they are squeaking at eachother again, i'm scared. oh yeah, and why in the hell were there no raptors guarding the eggs!!!!!!!!! where the hell did they all go!!!!!!!! are you telling me that those same 4 raptors laid all 12 whatever piles of freaking eggs? not freaking likely. AGRGEGGGGGGGGGERRGGGG what a bad movie!!!!!! the dinosaurs weren't scary. the movie was ultra predictable. there was no suspense. the dialogue was idiodic at best. the kid put a bush on his head, and all of the sudden was invisible to dinosaurs. he was also a budding palentologist, and knew all their freaking names and what they were going to do. how do all these genius kids keep getting dropped on islands full of dinosaurs!!!! it doesn't make sense!!!!! the second one was bad, the third one was THE FREAKING WORST MOVIE I HAVE EVER SEEN. there were no redeeming qualities. the trex spinosaur scene was just funny to me, because it was so obvious that they were cgi animated, and hilarious that these people are just running around underfoot. yeah right. the dinosaurs were all wusses compared to the first one, where they were all actually scary, and all actually had the ability to kill people. this one, none of them did. they were all freaks, freaks i tell you!!!!! i don't understand how it is possible to make a movie that bad! BWAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
don't get me started on work today.
about my room, i guess i am out of line. i dunno, i guess that springs from living with dan for a year and a half. i always felt like it was his room, and his stuff, and i just had a bed and a computer. i always felt wierd, because he was really possesive of the room, locking the doors, locking his computer, lots of stuff like that, but half the stuff was mine, and i didn't really care that much. it never really felt like my room. it was always dans room. that is how i saw it at least. i also don't really get mad when other people use my stuff. its just stuff. i don't think the things i own really define who i am. the only thing i would really, really miss would be my computer, and its not actually the computer i would miss but what i do on it. i just have a different philosophy on it all it seems.
whats also wierd, i don't really care about my stuff, but i do care about other peoples things. i am protective of other peoples things, because other people care. its kind of like food in the house. i am really really hesitant of eating anything that is anyone elses without asking first. i always feel really bad when i get an otter pop. or get a sprite out of the fridge. but when i bought pop, and everyone was drinking it, i didn't care. wierd when i really think about it. i care less about my stuff than other peoples.
moral of the story, if you come to our house, trash my room instead.
anyways, back to jurassic park 3. IT SUCKED. i am sorry, i hated the fucking movie. i thought it would be at least entertaining, but it was sheer and utter crap, in my opinion. there was no suspense. they killed off the 3 expendable characters at the very beginning. you knew no one was going to die for the rest of the movie. you knew that one dude was going to survive. and the raptors were all fruits. to make them even fruitier, the creaters of the movie decided to give them little wiggly things on the top of their head. what the hell was that, it made no sense. the raptors were all just little pansy freaks!!!! seeing them didn't scare me at all after the first guy died. it was like, oh boy, look, they are squeaking at eachother again, i'm scared. oh yeah, and why in the hell were there no raptors guarding the eggs!!!!!!!!! where the hell did they all go!!!!!!!! are you telling me that those same 4 raptors laid all 12 whatever piles of freaking eggs? not freaking likely. AGRGEGGGGGGGGGERRGGGG what a bad movie!!!!!! the dinosaurs weren't scary. the movie was ultra predictable. there was no suspense. the dialogue was idiodic at best. the kid put a bush on his head, and all of the sudden was invisible to dinosaurs. he was also a budding palentologist, and knew all their freaking names and what they were going to do. how do all these genius kids keep getting dropped on islands full of dinosaurs!!!! it doesn't make sense!!!!! the second one was bad, the third one was THE FREAKING WORST MOVIE I HAVE EVER SEEN. there were no redeeming qualities. the trex spinosaur scene was just funny to me, because it was so obvious that they were cgi animated, and hilarious that these people are just running around underfoot. yeah right. the dinosaurs were all wusses compared to the first one, where they were all actually scary, and all actually had the ability to kill people. this one, none of them did. they were all freaks, freaks i tell you!!!!! i don't understand how it is possible to make a movie that bad! BWAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
don't get me started on work today.
Wednesday, July 18, 2001
one of the worst movies EVER MADE, WORST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING TERRIBLE.
i can't believe i actually paid to see stupid jurassic park 3. they actually managed to make it more terrible than the second one. HOW IN THE HELL IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE. gah, i am just mad that i had to endure that movie. this was beyond cats and dogs bad. this was borderline crazy/beautiful bad. it was insanely bad. the special effects were terrible, the script was written by two stoned monkeys, and the acting was just stupid. the casting was terrible, which is what made the acting bad. god damn. it was suspenseful, you didn't care what the hell was going on. there were huge jumps in the plot. the dinosaurs didn't look real, and they kept jumping from really fucking bad CGI images to animatronic heads that looked like overgrown happy meal toys. it was just baaaaaaaaaaad. i don't care, i hope someone gets shot because of this movie.
i can't believe i actually paid to see stupid jurassic park 3. they actually managed to make it more terrible than the second one. HOW IN THE HELL IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE. gah, i am just mad that i had to endure that movie. this was beyond cats and dogs bad. this was borderline crazy/beautiful bad. it was insanely bad. the special effects were terrible, the script was written by two stoned monkeys, and the acting was just stupid. the casting was terrible, which is what made the acting bad. god damn. it was suspenseful, you didn't care what the hell was going on. there were huge jumps in the plot. the dinosaurs didn't look real, and they kept jumping from really fucking bad CGI images to animatronic heads that looked like overgrown happy meal toys. it was just baaaaaaaaaaad. i don't care, i hope someone gets shot because of this movie.
if i got home and there was dirt on my floor, or on the wall, or my bed was messed up, or there was someone passed out on it, or there were half full smirnoff ice bottles everywhere, or my turntables were still on and spinning, i wouldn't care. i would clean it up and that would be that. i expect it, and i don't mind because it means that people were over and enjoying my stuff, even if they weren't enjoying my company. thats just me. i see it as part of living in a house with other people, and having some semblance of a social life. again, i don't know how bad it was, but when i saw it, it looked clean, and there was no real damage done. it got cleaned up in the end, and you didn't even have to fucking do it. i guess that is what ticked me off about the whole heads will roll thing, because i know i would have gotten a talking too, and i didn't even do anything, nor did i really see what happened. if you had had to actually clean your whole room from the state it was in before or whatever, sure i could see you being mad. but you didn't. but again, that is just me. i guess i am just too laid back for some peoples tastes
so yeah, work, and stuff. soo lazy. i still haven't gone shopping. it needed to go shopping a while ago. fuck it. screw it, stick it in it. i am lazy, perhaps the laziest man alive. ok, i may be exaggerating, but not by much. booyah, grandma, etc etc.....
PAAAYYYYYY DAYYYYYYYYYYY
so yeah, work, and stuff. soo lazy. i still haven't gone shopping. it needed to go shopping a while ago. fuck it. screw it, stick it in it. i am lazy, perhaps the laziest man alive. ok, i may be exaggerating, but not by much. booyah, grandma, etc etc.....
PAAAYYYYYY DAYYYYYYYYYYY
Tuesday, July 17, 2001
random thoughts of the day:
old people look like monsters, scary ones...
if i was a secret agent, i wouldn't be sauve and have a cool name like James Bond or something. everyone expects that from a secret agent. i would be a social awkward secret agent named ralph. no one would see it coming. if some guy hit on a chick in a bar and got shot down, would you think, hey, i bet he's a secret agent. NO! case and point. it would work
there was a big ole lipstick mark on one of the shot glasses i cleaned today. the skanks chris brought over were drinking shots. damn, i wish i was here for all of that! sounds like much more fun than wandering around belligerent at a rave.
old people look like monsters, scary ones...
if i was a secret agent, i wouldn't be sauve and have a cool name like James Bond or something. everyone expects that from a secret agent. i would be a social awkward secret agent named ralph. no one would see it coming. if some guy hit on a chick in a bar and got shot down, would you think, hey, i bet he's a secret agent. NO! case and point. it would work
there was a big ole lipstick mark on one of the shot glasses i cleaned today. the skanks chris brought over were drinking shots. damn, i wish i was here for all of that! sounds like much more fun than wandering around belligerent at a rave.
Monday, July 16, 2001
anyways, yeah, blah, had to spend a night with my parents and grandma, rained at golf, rained at work, had to talk to neighbors, almost getting evicted, everyone pissed at something = bad mood, fuck it
so yeah, no turntables for anyone for a while. i'm going to unplug them, and plug them in when i need them. it pisses me off, because people keep plugging my computer into them. then they need to crank the volume on the computer to get the sound right. so when i plug my speakers back in, it is fucking loud as hell and knocks me out of my seat. besides, the turntables are what is the loud music. so they are out for a while, now that we are on the verge of eviction already.
fuck, i was the only one here and some prick came over to yell at us about being noisy. he pegged all sorts of shit that the people before us had done on us. i told him we had only lived here for a month and a half, but he was all like, you guys have been noisy for the past year or so. so i was just like whatever guy, and appologized and all that shit. it really pissed me off, because he was an asshole and treating me like shit because i was young. and i had to be nice, because thats what you have to do to assholes like that. just be nice, and act like you are humble, and know he is your superior and crap. i don't want to have to deal with that again. so yeah. parties at our house stay inside. no throwing fucking bottles at the driveway, no going outside and yelling. hell, no yelling period for b and assorted others :D stay inside. if you need to smoke, go out back or something, just stay away from the front, it is too much of a temptation. i don't want to have to be polite and appologize to complaining neighbors anymore, and i definitely don't want to be evicted. so yeah, i guess this means air can't get that drunk anymore :( too bad, because he was hilarious. so yeah, next few weeks we keep it on the down low, because we are under the spotlight right now. we are just going to crash someone elses place, or keep it small.
dirt on the floor, jello on the floor, don't matter. i don't know what all happened, but it looked clean to me when i walked past :P close your door if it really bothers you that much. heads will roll my ass, take a pill, jeez
fuck, i was the only one here and some prick came over to yell at us about being noisy. he pegged all sorts of shit that the people before us had done on us. i told him we had only lived here for a month and a half, but he was all like, you guys have been noisy for the past year or so. so i was just like whatever guy, and appologized and all that shit. it really pissed me off, because he was an asshole and treating me like shit because i was young. and i had to be nice, because thats what you have to do to assholes like that. just be nice, and act like you are humble, and know he is your superior and crap. i don't want to have to deal with that again. so yeah. parties at our house stay inside. no throwing fucking bottles at the driveway, no going outside and yelling. hell, no yelling period for b and assorted others :D stay inside. if you need to smoke, go out back or something, just stay away from the front, it is too much of a temptation. i don't want to have to be polite and appologize to complaining neighbors anymore, and i definitely don't want to be evicted. so yeah, i guess this means air can't get that drunk anymore :( too bad, because he was hilarious. so yeah, next few weeks we keep it on the down low, because we are under the spotlight right now. we are just going to crash someone elses place, or keep it small.
dirt on the floor, jello on the floor, don't matter. i don't know what all happened, but it looked clean to me when i walked past :P close your door if it really bothers you that much. heads will roll my ass, take a pill, jeez
lol, work today. we sat around in a field again, an area that was supposed to be already done, but hadn't been done at all. funny. oh yeah, and some 7 year old called me and ryan motherfuckers :D that had me cracking up. sleep sounds really good right now, but i have to go home for dinner with my parents. i guess i should shower and stuff. check you all later, peace :)
Sunday, July 15, 2001
so, i go to a rave to be belligerent and find some skanks, just as chris brings that megan girl from wild waves and 2 girls i have never met over. DAMMIT. i soooooo should have stayed home, the rave sucked because i wasn't nearly drunk enough. it had its moments. we were just being bufoons the entire night. at one point we found some traffic cones, and took up like a quarter of the dance floor because we were just like kicking them and throwing them and jumping on them and stuff. then some cock monkey raver came up and stole them from us. we were pretty mad. oh well. last night was pretty cool, but it would probably have been much more amusing to stay home, just to watch air run around and do stuff. he was off his ass. literally, his ass fell off and climbed out the window. then he fell down the stairs...twice. insanity i tell you. i don't even want to walk downstairs and view the wreckage. all i know is, i don't have to worry about the mess today. i am going home to the hardcore streets of Redmond to golf with my parents. woo hooo. it is all rainy now, shit.
Friday, July 13, 2001
i was thinking in the shower today
i ended up having an entire conversation with myself. it wasn't actually a conversation. i was daydreaming, and i was in court being a witness for someone. i played this whole scene out in my head. i was being questioned by my subconscious, and i had to answer back. looking back, it was pretty sweet, because at the time it seemed real in my head. my head is so entertaining to me sometimes. i mean come on, half of my thought was grilling another half of my thought!!!! and i could only control one half, it was like, someone completely different was in their questioning me. and there was a judge. she didn't really say much, but i got mad, and she backed me up. and there was the person i was a witness for, they just said thanks when i left. no wonder my shower was so long. who needs reality when i can do shit like this. no wonder i have always been slightly removed from normality.
i ended up having an entire conversation with myself. it wasn't actually a conversation. i was daydreaming, and i was in court being a witness for someone. i played this whole scene out in my head. i was being questioned by my subconscious, and i had to answer back. looking back, it was pretty sweet, because at the time it seemed real in my head. my head is so entertaining to me sometimes. i mean come on, half of my thought was grilling another half of my thought!!!! and i could only control one half, it was like, someone completely different was in their questioning me. and there was a judge. she didn't really say much, but i got mad, and she backed me up. and there was the person i was a witness for, they just said thanks when i left. no wonder my shower was so long. who needs reality when i can do shit like this. no wonder i have always been slightly removed from normality.
must get drunk
must get something at least. i need to be not sober. sobriety is highly overrated. i can't wait to be something
so yeah, sitting around today. laundry. i should just buy new clothes. i have had a revelation. i get home from work, and i tend to be happy, but oblivious. i could care less about ANYTHING, just as long as i am not at work. maybe it is the whole sleep dep thing kicking in. giddy in my discomfort. its just like, i am sitting here, and all i can think is fuck it! lets get drunk!!!!
also, i think i am going to get another job. i could use the money. my computer has been acting up, and i had plans originally to upgrade this summer. that was, of course before i moved out. now, i need a new car, and i have rent to pay. i need to go to the grocery store, god damn. i am out of cheese... AGAIN. i eat so much cheese, i scare even myself. oh yeah, and i am out of bread, and pop, and chips, etc etc etc, you get the idea. i still have peanut butter though. oh oh, and i have tang. i have peanut butter and tang, what more do i need? so yeah, i need to go to the store, but i am not going tonight. why? because i am a LAZY BASTARD. that is why. LAZY. shoot me in the head!!!!! ITS FRIDAY!!!!!!!! BWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
delerious is me........
dammit, why do i have to be washing my sheets and crap, i want to take a nap. stupid laundry, needing to be done. i need robots. robots would be good. oh yeah, did i tell you we found 3 flame throwers at work? yeah, flame throwers. only one of them has a feul cartridge, but we have flame throwers. those should come in handy, ohhhhhh, NEVER. but we have them. they are a few shelves away from the neon juggling battons and the box of towels, on the other side of the room from the metal detector. all valuable tools in the field of enviromental restoration. those will be just about as useful as the boards covered in chicken wire, or how about the lickity sip popsicle makers!!!!! yeah, ryan and i did inventory in the basement at work the past few days. it is sheer insanity. i mean, what the hell. there are plastic juggling battons. IT MAKES NO SENSE!!!!!! i am about to pass out. this hardwood floor looks mighty inviting
check you on the flipside
must get something at least. i need to be not sober. sobriety is highly overrated. i can't wait to be something
so yeah, sitting around today. laundry. i should just buy new clothes. i have had a revelation. i get home from work, and i tend to be happy, but oblivious. i could care less about ANYTHING, just as long as i am not at work. maybe it is the whole sleep dep thing kicking in. giddy in my discomfort. its just like, i am sitting here, and all i can think is fuck it! lets get drunk!!!!
also, i think i am going to get another job. i could use the money. my computer has been acting up, and i had plans originally to upgrade this summer. that was, of course before i moved out. now, i need a new car, and i have rent to pay. i need to go to the grocery store, god damn. i am out of cheese... AGAIN. i eat so much cheese, i scare even myself. oh yeah, and i am out of bread, and pop, and chips, etc etc etc, you get the idea. i still have peanut butter though. oh oh, and i have tang. i have peanut butter and tang, what more do i need? so yeah, i need to go to the store, but i am not going tonight. why? because i am a LAZY BASTARD. that is why. LAZY. shoot me in the head!!!!! ITS FRIDAY!!!!!!!! BWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
delerious is me........
dammit, why do i have to be washing my sheets and crap, i want to take a nap. stupid laundry, needing to be done. i need robots. robots would be good. oh yeah, did i tell you we found 3 flame throwers at work? yeah, flame throwers. only one of them has a feul cartridge, but we have flame throwers. those should come in handy, ohhhhhh, NEVER. but we have them. they are a few shelves away from the neon juggling battons and the box of towels, on the other side of the room from the metal detector. all valuable tools in the field of enviromental restoration. those will be just about as useful as the boards covered in chicken wire, or how about the lickity sip popsicle makers!!!!! yeah, ryan and i did inventory in the basement at work the past few days. it is sheer insanity. i mean, what the hell. there are plastic juggling battons. IT MAKES NO SENSE!!!!!! i am about to pass out. this hardwood floor looks mighty inviting
check you on the flipside
Thursday, July 12, 2001
Da Da DA da da Da SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD!!!!!!
that has become my theme song at work. this week of work has been pretty damn stupid. it has been terrible. fucking stupid. enough about work, right now i hate it. next week will be better..... next week HAS to be better.
so, yeah, anyways, work is not condusive to blogging. i start earlier now, 7 oclock instead of 8 oclock. needless to say, i didn't sleep enough before, so i get less sleep now. i get home from a day out in the pounding sun, and i don't have anything to say. at work, i have plenty to say. i say, hey, i should blog about this, and i get a few more minutes past thinking about it. get home, just want to pass out, but i can't. it is bad. when ever i am home, i am just tired. god, i love weekends. 2 days of bliss :)
so, didn't go to a mary kay party, we had no idea where it was, and had no phone number. everyone else is still a fruit, and i am a fruit because i didn't know how to get there. oh well. i think it would have been fun.
when i get home, i have been in such a good mood, lately. after about an hour, i just forget about work, and its just like, woo hoo!!!! it is cool to have somewhere you actually look forward to coming home too. living at home, i would stay my full shift just so i wouldn't have to go back. now, whenever i can leave early, i do. i love it. air is the best roomate ever. he cleans everything, and buys otter pops, and never complains. i always feel bad, because i leave my dishes or something, and i don't clean them for a few days, and then they are clean and i know that air did them. i have been slacking lately. i used to clean all my dishes right after i dirtied them, but now i don't. we should just hire a maid service or something. that would be pimp.
bah, so zapped this afternoon. check you guys later :)
that has become my theme song at work. this week of work has been pretty damn stupid. it has been terrible. fucking stupid. enough about work, right now i hate it. next week will be better..... next week HAS to be better.
so, yeah, anyways, work is not condusive to blogging. i start earlier now, 7 oclock instead of 8 oclock. needless to say, i didn't sleep enough before, so i get less sleep now. i get home from a day out in the pounding sun, and i don't have anything to say. at work, i have plenty to say. i say, hey, i should blog about this, and i get a few more minutes past thinking about it. get home, just want to pass out, but i can't. it is bad. when ever i am home, i am just tired. god, i love weekends. 2 days of bliss :)
so, didn't go to a mary kay party, we had no idea where it was, and had no phone number. everyone else is still a fruit, and i am a fruit because i didn't know how to get there. oh well. i think it would have been fun.
when i get home, i have been in such a good mood, lately. after about an hour, i just forget about work, and its just like, woo hoo!!!! it is cool to have somewhere you actually look forward to coming home too. living at home, i would stay my full shift just so i wouldn't have to go back. now, whenever i can leave early, i do. i love it. air is the best roomate ever. he cleans everything, and buys otter pops, and never complains. i always feel bad, because i leave my dishes or something, and i don't clean them for a few days, and then they are clean and i know that air did them. i have been slacking lately. i used to clean all my dishes right after i dirtied them, but now i don't. we should just hire a maid service or something. that would be pimp.
bah, so zapped this afternoon. check you guys later :)
Tuesday, July 10, 2001
fuck trav.... fuck trav right in the ass.... oh man, i hate that guy. he passed up a chance to go to a party with DREAM. FUCK. ryan, po and I were sitting around at home all afternoon, obsessing about dream, downloading their songs, and here, while we were doing this he has a chance to go FUCKING MEET THEM!!!!!!!!! so what does he do instead? watches girls gone wild dvd with our lame asses. you little fruit!!!!!!!!! i hate you!!!!!!!!! you are in so much trouble, lock your door tonight......
anyways, not much going down. my boss has been freaking the hell out at work the past few days, so she is making us do stupid crap all over the place. morale is at an all time low, which is quite an accomplishment. but, everyone is belligerent, so no one really does anything. pretty humorous, at times. I am going to go to a Mary Kay party tonight at one of my co workers house tonight, that should be pretty damn funny. i mean seriously, you can all see the humor in this. Me and ryan..... at a mary kay party..... drinking wine and having our toe nails done.................. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAH please excuse me, but i find this pretty funny :) it should be sweet. on the upside, i will be hanging out with a whole house full of buzzed 25 year old girls. should be interesting to say the least. so yeah, that is what my night has in store for me. chilling with my co workers. should be pretty damn pimp actually, my co workers rock. and i get free food and wine... i can put up with a lot for free food and wine.
so, in conclusion, trav = fruit for not meeting dream, I = fruit for going to a mary kay party, dan = fruit for playing with his computer and gameboy instead of watching worlds wildest teen sorority booby sweethearts or whatever with us last night:D
anyways, not much going down. my boss has been freaking the hell out at work the past few days, so she is making us do stupid crap all over the place. morale is at an all time low, which is quite an accomplishment. but, everyone is belligerent, so no one really does anything. pretty humorous, at times. I am going to go to a Mary Kay party tonight at one of my co workers house tonight, that should be pretty damn funny. i mean seriously, you can all see the humor in this. Me and ryan..... at a mary kay party..... drinking wine and having our toe nails done.................. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAH please excuse me, but i find this pretty funny :) it should be sweet. on the upside, i will be hanging out with a whole house full of buzzed 25 year old girls. should be interesting to say the least. so yeah, that is what my night has in store for me. chilling with my co workers. should be pretty damn pimp actually, my co workers rock. and i get free food and wine... i can put up with a lot for free food and wine.
so, in conclusion, trav = fruit for not meeting dream, I = fruit for going to a mary kay party, dan = fruit for playing with his computer and gameboy instead of watching worlds wildest teen sorority booby sweethearts or whatever with us last night:D
Sunday, July 08, 2001
i have been drunk pretty much all weekend, booyah
yesterday was pretty sweet. we went to wild waves, ohhhhhh boy the skank was in full effect! the only problem is, we are right in the middle agewise. i wish i was 16 again and all the skank was my age. why didn't i spend everyday at wild waves when i was 16? bah. all the rest of the skank is mom skank, thats no good.... anyways, it was still good skank action ;)
that one megan chick that chris brought home from wild waves was fuccccked up last night. we were standing outside smoking, and i look over at her, and she is just laughing hysterically. i don't know why. so i give her a scared look, and she tries to talk, and it is the unintelligable string of sounds, with one real word at the end. hilarity. Chris and dan couldn't drink their 40's, they = out. don't let me try to play pool when i am drunk and stoned, it doesn't work well. i am terrible. i may make kato better, but it makes me miss the ball entirely.
yesterday was pretty sweet. we went to wild waves, ohhhhhh boy the skank was in full effect! the only problem is, we are right in the middle agewise. i wish i was 16 again and all the skank was my age. why didn't i spend everyday at wild waves when i was 16? bah. all the rest of the skank is mom skank, thats no good.... anyways, it was still good skank action ;)
that one megan chick that chris brought home from wild waves was fuccccked up last night. we were standing outside smoking, and i look over at her, and she is just laughing hysterically. i don't know why. so i give her a scared look, and she tries to talk, and it is the unintelligable string of sounds, with one real word at the end. hilarity. Chris and dan couldn't drink their 40's, they = out. don't let me try to play pool when i am drunk and stoned, it doesn't work well. i am terrible. i may make kato better, but it makes me miss the ball entirely.
Thursday, July 05, 2001
OHHHHHHH, YOU'S A hOOOOOOO, YOU'S A hOOOOOOOOO, I SAY THAT YOU'S A hOOOOOOOOOOO.........
BWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, the hilarity that insued.........
BWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, the hilarity that insued.........
as i'm out. it was the 4th. i don't even care. i went through my day laying around in an ultra hungover stupor. i didn't go outside, i didn't even watch fireworks or anything on tv. i should probably go to sleep but there is drunken hilarity going down. no way i am sleeping. holy shit, i wish i was drunk with these bufoons. air is crushing cans on the kitchen counter ninja style with his bare hands. waking up for work is going to blow beyond words......
Tuesday, July 03, 2001
rent should be fine. i payed air a week ago, ryan got his paycheck, i dunno about you and dan :) but yeah, i got mine in ;)
speaking of money, i got paid today :D i can pay off my credit card bill. whoopity whoop.
sometimes i blog things, without really realizing people are going to read them. it helps a lot. it also helps sometimes to know that someone might read it, and that it might help them get to know me a little better or something. i enjoy blogging. i don't really care if people read it.
so yeah, today was kind of wierd. work took forever, i don't know why. it just seemed long. but no work tomorrow, oh baby. it will be glorious.
i shouldn't have blogged that whole thing yesterday night :P i keep remember things, then questioning them. i remember this time in little league, 5th grade i think. i was base running. i stole second. next pitch i go to steal third. if i had slid, i would have been safe. in my memory, i did slide. i had dirt on my clothes, i could even see the cleat marks on the base where my foot hit. but everyone else said i didn't slide. my teamates said i just kind of trotted up and got tagged out. that was wierd, because i remember sliding. i remember being safe, and arguing with the umpire that i slid, and that i was safe, and everyone thinking i was crazy.
wierd....
speaking of money, i got paid today :D i can pay off my credit card bill. whoopity whoop.
sometimes i blog things, without really realizing people are going to read them. it helps a lot. it also helps sometimes to know that someone might read it, and that it might help them get to know me a little better or something. i enjoy blogging. i don't really care if people read it.
so yeah, today was kind of wierd. work took forever, i don't know why. it just seemed long. but no work tomorrow, oh baby. it will be glorious.
i shouldn't have blogged that whole thing yesterday night :P i keep remember things, then questioning them. i remember this time in little league, 5th grade i think. i was base running. i stole second. next pitch i go to steal third. if i had slid, i would have been safe. in my memory, i did slide. i had dirt on my clothes, i could even see the cleat marks on the base where my foot hit. but everyone else said i didn't slide. my teamates said i just kind of trotted up and got tagged out. that was wierd, because i remember sliding. i remember being safe, and arguing with the umpire that i slid, and that i was safe, and everyone thinking i was crazy.
wierd....
Monday, July 02, 2001
Life is so surreal. what is to say anything i have done at all in the past 10 years is actually real. today i was sitting in the kiddie pool, napping in the sun. i could have sworn someone was in there with me, next to me. i can still feel them in there with me, i can remember the conversation we had. my memory of this afternoon includes me AND someone else in the kiddie pool. but that just isn't the way it is. i was alone. i have witnesses that can tell you i was alone. i have memories as far as i can remember that aren't really real. i try to keep track of them, so i can keep them straight. it is like i have a subconciousness that is entertwined with my conciousness. shit like this doesn't happen that often, but the fact that it does happen, and it has been happening for my entire life makes me wonder who i really am. i have all these memories, things i base my beliefs and wants and needs on, and i can't say for certain whether any of them actually happened. what if it is something my subconcious made up, that i just didn't catch. can i really know anything about myself, about who i really am..........
i need more drunk. i wish i didn't have to work so early, otherwise i would drink a lot more. it is probably a good thing. bah, i am so fried right now. it is so hot outside. i think i am going to go lay in a kiddie pool. will blog later, peace
Sunday, July 01, 2001
sitting here. right now, next to me, there is an open bag of doritos, about 4 shots of jukon jack, and a half a bottle of cran cock juice... on my bed is a hammer, a phone, a wet towel, and a poster thta is reminding me to "get tough on drugs." oh yeah, and ali hates me again :D it has been a pretty hilarious night.
