fucked blog blog blog, fucked....

frivved up by Ben at 5:29 PM

i just gort really confused there for a second. i stared at my rum and coke. and then i stared at THE rum and coke, the actual big bottles that were sitting on my desk. and i looked at one and went rum and coke. then i looked at the others, and went rum and coke. then i was like, waiiiiit a second.... then i realized what was going on. that rum and coke hasn't quite made it int o this rum and coke. hahaha, it all makes sense now :)

frivved up by Ben at 2:05 AM

oh my guys, my head hurts, deezus h. nuts.

so yeah, i was making the rounds of the blogs today, to see the damage. i went to dr. jebe's blog, and she had a like that said SUPA GREG, and i just about fell out of my chair. super greg is the greatest dj ever. go to his webpage and just look at the guy. he has is whole pimp suit on, and his posse. i mean damn. then if you listen to him actually spin, oh yeah. greatest skratch artist ever..... anyways, i just thought that was funny. it would be like going to someone's blog, and having it say WEEEEEE.

remember, look out for hypothermia. bwaaaaaaaaah, shoot me in the head, better off dead. i wish i could wake up drunk like yesterday. ok, so about yesterday. party was off the shizzle. i got home really late, and i was plowed, i don't remember too much about walking home. i think i finally crashed about 4:30 or 5:00. i had my alarm set for like 7, because i had to be at work in south seattle at 8:30 and go to the store before hand to get snack for anyone who showed up to our work party. so, i finally hear my alarm in the morning, and it says 8:30 on it. i am just like SHIIIIT. and i run downstairs, and run outside and get in my car and go. i am on the road, and i am like damn i am still fucked up. i was drunk for a large portion of the morning. i am really glad that no community members showd up at the work party we were running, because i was slurring my speech and stumpling and everything. the great thing was, i wasn't hungover because i was still drunk. it wasn't until i went home and took a nap that i woke up hungover. bah, sucks.

ali at the party, that was hilllll freaking llllarious. i mean, where did that come from. i just walked around laughing. anyways, the skankometer was off the chart at that party. i didn't think our social group even had connections to that many women period, let alone that many attractive completely chill women. i mean, no one was getting mad at drunkeness and pouting in the corner, everyone talked to me when i started talking to them. hell, girls were coming up to me and talking to me. people i knew kept telling me that they heard girls talking how i looked good. that freaked me out. i think i have blogged before about this. you know how some days you look in the mirror, and you look at yourself and think "god damn i am the sexiest mother fucker alive." then some days, you are like, who is this damn shat person staring back at me. well, lately i have been thinking i am hot. it is all a state of mind. i really like the crazyness that is my hair. i really wish i could just die it again. i dunno, this red color is pretty fun. too bad it is going to shampoo out. maybe i just won't shower or something.

on that whole self reflection blog that was like a million pages long, i said i was a generally unattractive person, but i think i may take that back. i should write another one of those and then go back and compare them, that would probably be pretty funny.

i am generally happy in life, it is a good feeling.

except for po ditching me last night ;) luckily people showed up after a while, otherwise i would have just been alone sitting in travs room for the rest of the night watching movies in a drunken stupor wondering where po went off too. haha :)

frivved up by Ben at 11:28 AM

WANM IUS

frivved up by Ben at 2:33 AM

LET HIM BLOG ON WANKS


frivved up by Ben at 2:33 AM

wANK'S bLOG IS BEING ABUSED

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BEERZES AND BOOBS. tITTIES. tRAV SAID THAT. yAMIKA BOOB. bOOBS ARE JEWISH. DON';T BE JEWISH WITH YOUR BOOBS. BOOBS ARE MEANT TO BE SHARED. i DON'T HAVE BOOBS, SO YOU GOTTA HOOK ME UP. hELP A BRUTHA UP. wANK. blog!

frivved up by Ben at 2:32 AM

OH NOW IT'S NUTS. WAT IS EVERYWHERE. EVERYONE IS WET.

frivved up by Ben at 2:29 AM

mNUEL HAS BOOBS ON HIS HEAD

frivved up by Ben at 2:29 AM

so about the messnerger crackness. i sawear the new guys are CRAZY. i mean look at them. there is a guy in quidzxcksand. and then the other guy s igetting kicked in the nuts. IN THE UFKCING NUTS!!!! ogo on to messenger, and then get the new one, and then make the :| smiley face. hes getting keiced in the FUCKING NUTSS!!! like on manueles heda.!!! it is death to NIUTS!!!! DFEATH DO NUTS IS BAD!!!!!!!

so yeah, the crazy,....

frivved up by Ben at 2:19 AM

THANK YOI UWMANWEL MY GOOD SIR!!!!

so the hizlzle on the snizzl.e.....

i didn't thinek ia was sthis drunk ,btu aplparently i am..... i have been sitting in my damn ass all fireaking noight, and now apprently i am drunk. that dam keg keeps staring at me. the thing is, it is like BAH YOU CAN:T DRYING ME. but i am like shieeeeeeeeeeeeet. and thenk i drink it. and i am like FKUCK YOU KEG. and i am like DAMMIT. and then i take pit by the tap, and i alme like OH YEAH Y"O"U LIKE THAT!!!!!! and then it is just like shit....... but then it is like i am a FUCKING KEG ADN YOU CAN:T DRINK ME. and i am just like god damn, i wishe icould....... it really suck, because i was supposed to drink the keg tonight. it is there, and i was supposed to drink it by i didn't. it is BAD NEWS ALL AROUND.

S PEE U

sorry for the littke vbreak there, manny and kelly were talking about spew... as in spyu, not the whole throwing up thign, like on my foot. ON MY FOOT. its al good, becasue of the hilarity factor. hilarity!!! speaking of hilarity....wooo hoo wank = S JPEEE U! !!! !H!!I HI I + KELLEY>
ha ha kelley only. that's me. at vu

fuckkn sup u i eman imean spu.
LOL!@!!!!!!!!!!!!1111!!!['

alright, speilaking of lol, the thing is.... messenger of the msn. it has these cracked u batard manuel.

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frivved up by Ben at 2:16 AM

chicks-

you know what? i am a big fan of girls. that means girls my age you pervs. here is just another reason why. girls that jog. nothing beats jogging skank. i drive past green lake every once in a while for work. there are always attractive girls jogging down there. do you know what makes them so great? they are jogging to be seen. the fact that it slims and tones their ass and legs (both things i am a very big fan of) is only a side benefit to them. cute little jogging outfits rock. short little spandex jogging shorts ROCK. cute, sporty little ponytails = HOT. god, sometimes i just want to stop my car, get out, yell something glutteral and orgasmic, and then just fall over dead in the street. sometimes i wish i wasn't so lazy all summer. i would have spent a lot of time, laying back with my sunglasses on just people watching. i have realized something in the past few weeks. i am really content just sitting back and watching people. say i am at a party, and everyone is dressed up. it is always fun just watching how people interact, instead of actually talking to people. i just enjoy it. thats not to say i am opposed to talking to people, it is just that i usually won't go out of my way to initiate conversation. i guess this is because i am shy around new people, and i end up not talking to people anyways. am i just justifying the fact that i am shy to the point of antisocialness? is antisocialness a word???

work-

so, things on the work front. never trust contract labor. we contract labor from this group called EarthCorps. they never work that hard, and i don't blame them. they make about $6.00 an hour, and have to put up with psycho management. not only that, but half of them are international, trying to figure out how to live in the United States on $6.00 an hour. they end up doing the grunt labor for us, now that we are understaffed. it is great for us, in some ways, because the grunt labor usually sucks. lets take the park i am in charge of these days with one of my coworkers.we laid out all the plants for them to plant, and then went off and did other things, because we were super busy. we didn't really know what pace they were going at as compared to what pace they should be going at, so we just let it be. it wasn't apparent until we spent 2 hours one morning out with them planting. we zipped through this section very quickly, because we were there. we left them with 3 more sections to plant, in 6 hours. they finished about 1/3rd of one of these sections. i get out a few days later, and i am disappointed, but i figure something must have made it hard work. today, me and my coworker go out to try and finish it up, and we finish the rest of the section in an hour and a half. it turns out, they planted maybe 40 plants in those 6 hours. there are 6 of them. we go out there, and plant about 80 plants in an hour and a half. there were 2 of us. now we are stuck with a shitload more plants to plant, and no time to do it. it makes me wonder how much money we wasted hiring these people to do this, and how fast it could have been done if they were actually working the entire time. usually, i wouldn't be pissed. it is like, more power too them for slacking off and getting away with it. but in this case, it is just like a big fuck you, because you just made a shitload more work for me, and i am already busy as hell. it isn't like i get paid that much more than them anyways.

oh yeah, and it looks like i won't be getting my raise soon. people aren't even getting their annual raises these days. it is because we don't have "an official manager, so we are unable to make those decisions," according to what i hear from one of my other coworkers. i don't know how much my other coworkers make, but it is $20+ an hour. i am doing the same kind of work they are doing now to some degree, but i am still making the grunt labor wages. normally, this would be unacceptable. in the past, people have gotten raises right away for doing what i am doing, so i hear. then again, i don't have any college degree. it isn't like i expected to be making as much as them, but some sort of raise would have been nice just as a symbol that i am actually a full time, valued team member now, and i am taking on more responsibility. if no raise is in sight, i don't know if this job is worth the added stress it is giving me. it is only going to get worse.... so yeah, that kind of sucks....

high school-

early friday night, i went back to my parents house to go watch my sister perform at the Redmond High football game half time show. she is on the drill team. they actually did a really good job, i was impressed. that was all i was impressed with. the players.... ALL MIDGETS. i swear, they were all about 5'8 150, all of them. they were getting killed by the other team, because they couldn't do anything. it was 35-0 when i left at half time. these are with the crack 10 min whatever quarters they have. these quarters take 45 min apiece to play, it was fucked. they sucked. they can't play. they have no reason being on the field. it was like watch little kids play football, all running around chaotic, helmets and pads way to big for them, bouncing off people, falling over randomly, not covering people, running right into tacklers, forgetting to wrap up when tackling, it was just embarassing. the only thing more embarassing than the team was the cheerleaders. god damn, the worst bunch of sucks that ever did suck. they had no spirit. they did their moves and they looked bad because they weren't into it. one of the dance routines, they all fucked it up. they were all doing different things, and eventually they just stopped. on top of it, it was cheer appreciation day. it was fucked up, lol. high school kids are punks, at least the jocks and the jock wannabes. fuck them, they are all gone and moved into frats now. fuck frat guys. hate em.

weekend-

on to this weekend. i am sure you have heard about me and airs magical voyage. it was sheer hilarity. shrooms make for a night of fun no matter what you do. got back to pos around 9/9:30. ate mushrooms soon after. went to a party after that. party sucked, especially in our state. ran the fuck away and hid in the bushes in case dan chased us and tried to make us go back. i was so scared he was going to come and make us go back to that damn party. turned our run into a war. managed to drag our crazy asses to 20th. turned the opposite way to throw him off. victory. found the bridge over ravenna park. insanity. 3000 feet tall. colors everywhere. trippy goodness :) left po behind somehow. decided to go to campus. wandered around greek row for a while. followed skanks around. finally got paranoid and left. found tripat. oh god did we find tripat. called trav to prove we found tripat. reunited with po. met up with bp somehow. crazy penis statue is the center of everything our night stood for. the focal point of our power. wandered off again. went to bowling pin. ended up in a parking garage. found a beam that was about 5 feet tall. ran away. saw dude beating his dog. saw dog attacking dude. got scared, ran away. went to safeway. somehow managed to find gatorade. somehow managed to pay with creditcard. managed to sign reciept. saw fake cop more fucked up than us. ran away. saw dude with dog again, ran away. ended up in an alley. saw a roof in the ground. realized people were sleeping in it. ran away. went to lea and ashleys. built structure with the cone. wandered back to the bridge. saw monkeys everywhere. people walked past and made fun of us. wandered back to air and travs. wandered home.

there it is, the abreviated form...

everything else-

victoria's secret rules, peace out

frivved up by Ben at 9:23 PM

last night i got pretty drunk. i was just kind of chilling, drunk. i tried to go to bed. then i convinced myself that i should take apart my bed. so i spent an hour wrestling my matress and box spring into the corner. then i sat there unscrewing my frame. then i managed to shove all the frame into the back of my closet. somehow, i got my matress and box spring back into the corner. i have NO idea why i did this. what the hell, lol :D

frivved up by Ben at 10:38 PM

PO PO PO!!! read read read.

i have to go back to my parents house tonight. i should be back here like 8 something, hopefully like 8:00 - 8:15, but honestly i don't know. FUCK YOU PARENTS >:( bliznatches. so yeah, i am leaving soon, but i will done boot and call you when i get back. otherwise give me a ringy ring at my parents at 425-861-0387. booyah!!!!! i really really REALLY hope this doesn't screw up any plans. i am thinking, start maybe at 8:30 or 9, 6 some of the longest hours of our life later, end at like 3 or something with a movie. seems to be the way to do it. do you have any orange juice at your house? if not call me and i will boot down and pick some up on my way home from my parents. god damn!!!! WOOT FOR TONIGHT!!!!

oh and manny, that big old blog i had from october 14th was a complete high thread. i drove home, sat in my chair, and was like OH MY GOD I AM FUCKED!!! and so i wrote that down. high blogs are the best :D strokes of genius.

god damn!! SORRY PO AND AIR!!!! FUCK!!! I WILL BE BACK SOON!!!!!! BLAH!!!

frivved up by Ben at 5:01 PM

lol, trav, i call myself WAnk because you forgot that my name is Ben when my dad called that one time hahahaa :D actually, i was trying to go back to ben, but then the new roomate booted in and has the same name as me. so i am back in the saddle, fully a WAnk again. oh yeah!!!! bring on the awkward explaination.

lets have a contest. i will give the winner $1. the person who comes up with the best explaination for why my nickname is WAnk gets this dollar. just email me your story. it should involve my freshman year of college, aka Dan, Kato, BP, Pobroni, Matt, etc etc. It should be funny, hopefully not too disgusting (i don't think dan wants jizz in his hair), and above all believable. I will post the winning story on my blog so everyone can be on the same page. if no one thinks one up, i will have to think one up, or choose between the myriad of other stories i have told people up to this point. if all else fails, i will use the middle name bit. it is surprising how often that one works. anyways, a shiny new dollar!!! woo hoo!!

frivved up by Ben at 1:11 PM

sorry for not blogging, work has been exhausting this week, and i don't really have anything to complain about ;) hopefully i can blog about the insanity that will be this weekend. good stuff. bah, i am going to pass out, lol

frivved up by Ben at 4:29 PM

btw, this is SpelunkyCock, if anyone asks :P if you don't know what that means, it isn't really worth an explaination, so don't sweat it

frivved up by Ben at 6:31 PM

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frivved up by Ben at 6:30 PM

blog blog, blizzidy BLOG. difffeizzzz drilznizeeeeez wiz to the weezy weeeeeezy with thie shiggity shiggity sheezy DEEZY!!!!!

so yeah, tonight didn't really happen, it was all jsut some woerid figment of my imaginiation. weird night, kind of a wierd party. wierd that me and air left, and came back, and it was completely SHEEZYED ON THE HEEYZED that is totally what happened. they were like GONADS IN YOUR LIGHTNING, and then we were just like GOD DAMN!!! so we went, and we deezed, and we came back, and we were like yo muthafucka weeeeee!!!!!! and they were llike SMILEY FACE. and we were like WOO HA!!!!! and then we sang, and we watched out for hypothermiaaaaa. and our nuts were so small, because it was cold in the water today. so yeah, that was just some of the wierd happenings. then the event staff came, and they were like werrrrderup, and i was like bling bling, and they got my chit, and i was like jeebus, and then they stayed and there was guy who asked for tips, and i was like fuckin no with a DEEZ NUTZ because i pay the event staff's salary. and he stared at me all funny like. anyways, the skanks was off the SHEEZZzZY that was the most content i ahve been people watching for a long tome, until the MANAASSS decided to make an apperence. that was like HOT DAMN where is that chick in the skank pants when you need her. there were some hot little vinyl short shorts, and i was like OH GUYS, and then i was standing there. me and po just stood there, and like 5 or 6 times or so, we would try to move, and our nuts would just be like HELL NO YOU CAN'T GO because we had to protect our wangs. thats what they told me at least, my nuts, i don't know about pos nuts, they might not have been talking. so yeah, go inside, and shit yeah!!! it was disco house, then i left, after like 30 seconds, and i really don't remember why. i go back in, it is GARAGE DEEZNESS on the dance floor. i was getting off just watching that dude in the corner with that chcik all up in his nuts. that was hard core. i mean grinding is one thing, but having the dude on the wall, then bending over and just going at it, DEEZY. then he blew it. she walked off, and was like looking at him with that hizzlemyshizzle look on her face, and he just stopped walking, to hihg five all his friends. and it was like DAMMMMMMMMN what the fuck are you doin!!!!!! go track that ASS DOWN. that ass was all that was between you and not being fully fucking aroused. and that is a terrible thing, the whole nonhornocity. if only i had the biggest shoes they had. SHOES THEY HAD and i am sooooooo inn loooooove with DEEEEEZ cause i've got two tickets to iiiiron maiden BABY come with me friday don't say MAYBE cause i'm just a teenage dirt bag baybe with YOU OOOOOOOHOOOOOHHH. except, after that happening, instead of being like OOOOOH YEAAAAAAAAAAH, he was just like duuuuuh huuuuuuh hot chick with nice ass talk to me. me grog, me hunt llama. grog happy. hot chick tough grog winky with hieny. and then his friends were like OH YEAH YOU GOT SOME. but he could have gotten FUCKING MORE!!!! and that chick was HOT H TO THE IZZOT. SLUTASTIC if i do say so myself. god damn, i wish i had free chicks. i need to get me one of those fakey mc fake sluts. like a plastic one, that would bbe roxors in my boxors. just set it up ithe corner, and be like hahahaha!!!!! i have a fake slut in my corner, and everyone would be like omg!! you got popcorn WEEEEEEE!!! and it was just like pffffft, wheres your popcorn bitch. and i was like SHEEEZY FAKE SLUTS and it was like, damn, plastic mc spaztic!! the problem with this whole plan has to do with rent. because i woun't have any rent, or any cars or anything, because this will be like oh my god why don't you have tv!!! and i would be like oh my god!!!! all my rent is sitting inside that fake slut, because all my clams when to her!!!! and then the other dude would be like, you have fake plastic clam talking to you. and i would be like oh yeah!!!!!! and it would be like sheeznotttttt!!!!!! ZNIIIZZNOTT!!!!! and it would all be good, because i could go home to my fake plastic slut. i think i need to get her a nice heater. i wonder how much electric blankets costs. i bet she would like one of those. i bet i coult steal some from another plastic slut. OH MY GUYS SOME DUDE JUST GOT HIT BY A DAMN MOTOSRCYCLE ON HIS MOTOR CYCLE!!! god, the dude is talking about ladies and talking about talking about relationships with the ladies, that is CRAZY!!! he should just get a damn fake plastic one like i have!!!!! i wish i was nsync. i could be all of them, because i am that damn good. i could be eve 6 too. i couldn't be the dude from sugar ray because he is actually attractive or something, but i could learn how to play the ppiano or something. it would work, think about it. GOD THERE ARE FREAKING SKANKS ALL OVER THSE VIDEOS god damn, what is up with all these SKANKS!!!! i think i have found a downside to dropping out of school again, i don't manage to see the skannks, ever. that is why i had to sit around and watch everyone, i am in such withdrawl that i wouldn't be able to talk the skank lingo or anything, because i was too busy talking to pos nuts. echept the problem is that pos nuts weren't talking any more WE WENT OVER THIS ALREADY WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT WHY DID YOU ASK DAMMIT. i give up, why OH WHY DEEZ NUTS. anyways, skanks, who needs the. i would just walk around school being damn thats a nice ass, but there are other asses all over the wall. because that is the way skanks work. when your at school, and there are asses and shit, but it is school, and you are like GOD DAMMIT I HATE THIS because you are at school, and then you realize that you are AT FUCKING SCHOOL. and then that just ruins the whole damn skankocity. i mean when wre like SCHOOL BAH!!! and then you are like GOD DAMN NICE ASS@!!!! and then you are like HOLY SHIT MATH NUTS IN MY MOUTH and you realize you have no pants on. but see what happened is, you were thinking about school, and you were like damn where are my PANTS good lord, i am glad i didn't take my pants off at the other house, i just wouldn't have been able to appreciate the whole thing as much as i do now. there have been no pants, during the duration of this blog. this has been NONPANT MCFAT the entire time. oh yeah, about skansk, i got sidetracked because i realized again i have no pants. so what happens, is you are like OH MAN!! who needs pants. but then you are like OH DAMN i am not talking about pants anymore, and you are like shiiiiiiiiit who needs sluts i have that fake plastic bitch in the corner, and i have the cheezy 80'S SKANK on tv, always on tv. god damn whoopty whoop. i should just go to ricks. i should apply to live at ricks. i could just be part of the couch or whatever they have for dances, never been there. i could just be a permantnet sheezy with the shizzle and whizzle with the fizzle and the wicckity wicckity FRAGSMASM BLACK TAST SNAST BLASM with the flickity flick, tickity TOCK BLIZZZZZZZNOCK!!!!! bink bink blink blink BLING BLING MUTHA FUCKA and then you are just like GOD DAMN there are strippers all over me ALL THE TIME fake bitch WHAT!!! that s it, i am selling my fake slut and my new electric blanket on ebay, for lots of money. it comes with a free car too. if you want to bid, just yell out YO TARD MONKEY. and then i will be like WHACK TASTIC and i will yell back and say what what, yuou want my fake slut!!! and i will be like NEIN TO YOU AND MY SLUT!!! and then i will go console her, and huddle under the blanket. and then i will be living at ricks, and the strippers will be so happy to be FREAKING MAD AT US. because they realize that god damn!!!! those two are so cute, who would have thunk a guy would be so damn happy with a damn fake slut!!! and i will be like HAHA no one can come between me and my damn slut you SLUT HOS!!! and they will be like OH SHIZZLE A CHALLENGE IN OUR HIZZLES!! and so then this is when the absolute dgod damn NUDETASTICALLYS start. and fucked in the whap WHACK WHUP!!! and oh guys, there is massive fucking orgy sauce all over me. and that is only the protective layer between me AND A SEA OF HOT NAKED FLESH. and this is where the greatness is in the whole thing. here is when the damn people were like FUCK SHIT YO THAT GUY IS WITH A FAKE PLASTIC SHIZZLE. and i am just like OH GUYS BUT LOOK and then the orgy action is like WOAH NELLY WITH THE OH GOD IN THE BELEAAAAAAOTCH!! so, then the trouts come out. and they are like GOOD LORD THAT IS A WHOLE LOT OF HOT NAKED SLUST!!!! and i will just be like HEY WHAT THE FUCK get your fucking trout ASSES OUT OF HERE. and they will be like YOU RAT BASTARD stealing ALL the hot naked sluts!!!! and then they will hop over and try to fucking take my fake bitch, so i hide her!!! i fucking hide her!!! no one can have my fake bitch, even now that i don't need her because there are fucking orgy tastic sliznuts all over my nizznutz!!!!!!!! they are all over!!! i can't see my carpet there is so much orgy going on. STRIPPERS ROCK if i ever say that strippers suck, you can say hey you little FUCK HEAD and i will be like OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE and you will be like damn straight, and you will toss me into what i like to call THE FUNK now. so then everyone is HONKING FOR WANK FUNK. and then here is what you do. you throw me in my room and i am like OH MY FUCKING GOD HOW COULD I FORGET MY FAKE BITCH and the strippers are like noone, NO TROUT can have our fake plastic slut, so the hide her too, and it is like HELL YEAH and then you are like i thought yo usaid that the fake bitch was sucks!!! and i was like hell no, that was the strippers, but strippers NUTS IN MY MOUTH MADE ME SAY THAT. so the thing is strippers are the greatest thing EVER. except for SLUTS. the skanks and the sluts and the strippers. and the PLASTIC CHICKS IN THE CORNER. the corner is a great place, especially if you have some chick like forcing you to just stand there because she has her tight ass all up in your sheezy. this is where we continue the story about how stupid you are. yes YOU!! you know who you are. FOLLOW HER DAMMIT she went out for more drinks, that is a long ways. tje trout will get her for shure, because they are everywhere and she is hot!!! and DAMN YOU ARE OUT she is not coming back to you, he was over. so fucked, you don't foller her. and all the damn trouts stole her!!! ok FUCK!!! why don't you go with her. she has just spent all this fucking time rubbing her beautiful, young, nubile girly parts and her tight tight skankin ass all over your SHNOZZLE and what is she doing??? GOING TO GET MORE DRUNK god damn!!! and you are like, naaaaah, i shouldn't follwow her, i think i should just stand her and have my friends try to suck my nuts for a while. and you are like, well shit!! I want my nuts SUCKED and so you let your friends suck your nuts, but damn, there is this hot chick who is hotter than any fake plastic chick that the trout were all over so the story of this blog... you = stupid, trout = good, sluts = plastic, snozzle = orgied on.... thats basically all there is too it.

frivved up by Ben at 3:41 AM

pfft....

so yeah, i get back to work here, and there is no on here, i mean it is dead, DEAD. a few minutes ago, someone showed up. we are both here now, just like what the hell is going on? i finished my work for the day, so i am about to head out. wind is great, i love it, but not when it is threatening to tip over my wheelbarrow full of plants :P look at me, bitch bitch bitch about the weather, thats i end up doing :D anyways, good times, great oldies, on the weekend, 97.DEEEEZ, suck my nuts-ies!!!!!

frivved up by Ben at 2:44 PM

sweet, i am in

i was driving home from work for lunch, and there was this hot chick that pulled up to a cross street as i was going past. I was looking at her, and smiled or something, and she blew me a kiss as i went past. that was the hilight of my day so far :D

frivved up by Ben at 1:58 PM

as i am SO out.

well, update. blogger wasn't working, my webspace wasn't working, but now it all should be. woo hoo blogocity, to the max.

so yeah, yesterday.... i laid down to take a nap about 6, and didn't get up again, but god damn it felt good. i woke up so many times in the middle of the night, but i don't care, i always do. then i was late to work, because i didn't feel like getting up. out out out, trout trout trout!!!! skanks... anyways, i am at work, i have finished everything i need to do. yesterday, i worked in the field for 7 hours in the rain. i ended up at 3 different project sites, and it was raining at all of them. i only got a 10 min break for some lunch at qfc that i just took because i needed too. then i had to come back to the office. my time sheet entry was huge ;) anyways, rain is all well and good, but it gets old after 7 hours. also, i feel like a gimp in my rainsuit thing. i can't see out of the hood, my pants fall down, and i can't walk or drive in my rain boots. driving in rain boots is fun, i must admit. especially driving a stick. your feet are all sliding around in the boots, the pedals get stuck in the ridges on the bottom, it is a challenge. at least the plant deliveries were on time yesterday, as opposed to 5 hours late or not showing up at all.... this time they just made us unload the wrong plants, so we had to load them all back up again, hahahha. anyways, i should go get lunch or something, i am hungry, i didn't eat dinner last night. oh well, i caught up on some of my sleep, so its allllll good :)

oh yeah, one other thing, that party at ryans? the one i was supposed to go to, but didn't because i was too hung over? well yeah, apparently it was crazy. there were about 200 people there at its apex, people all in the back yard, everywhere. biggest party in bellingham in years or something. the cops rolled by at 12, after being called several times. they had walled off the front yard from the backyard so no one could get out and get caught by the cops. so the cops didn't find it. eventually the cops found them about 2:30, and were fairly pissed because they had been looking for the thing for 2 and a half hours. so, they roll up with 4 cars and the party bus to bust it. the party bus is a converted school bus that the bellingham police use to just gather everyone from parties when they bust them. so here is what went down. a whole bunch of the people at the party weren't drinking, they were on GHB. so they were all stumbling around like they were drunk, and so they all went on the party bus, along with the sober people, filling it up. so, there were only 4 MIP's at the party, because they all blew zeros on the breatholizer. the cops were pissed about this too, so they issued ryan and his roomates a $1500 ticket. OUCH!!!! they are going to hire a lawyer and get out of it. they would rather have a lawyer get their money than the police. props to them. sorry manuel, but i still don't like police ;) i have made exceptions before though. anyways, ryan was sober more or less for the party, so nothing got broken or stolen, and no major fights broke out. ryan broke up 3 by himself, and some started outside in the street, but nothing inside. so if i had gone, it would have been fucking pimper than pimp, but i would have gotten busted and gotten my ass kicked. but damn... they had 5 djs there, a dance floor set up with the turntables, lights, and a laser they just got, and a shit load of people. ryan said the skankocity was at uncharted levels. so yeah, that is the second reason i am out. i was too dead to the world from friday night to drive my lame ass up to bellingham.

not only that, but i still can't remember friday :D the stories are rolling in, but i don't really remember anything after we left lea's. i remember leaving, and i remember talking to some dude out side of a party and then just walking past him, and i think i remember taking a piss at some house at one point, but it might have been ours. but i don't remember puking, and it didn't feel like i had the next morning, so i guess i fared better than po. so yeah, if you remember anything from friday, in particular, how i got home, please tell me....

frivved up by Ben at 12:27 PM

this thing ain't workin......

frivved up by Ben at 8:47 PM

so yeah....... here's the deal. today at work, we unloaded 10000 plants. yes, thats right, 10 THOUSAND. good lord, and that was less than half of the plants we are getting at this one park. it is getting 25000 plants. deezus h nutz that was insanity. just kind of gives you a scale of what we do at work, we were making room for hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of plants........

i saw a funny bumper sticker today, it said "real men love jesus." it was on a green minivan. i just about pissed myself i was laughing so hard. i just don't understand some people. i'm sure they don't understand me either. i am happy with it this way :)

10000 PLANTS BWAH!!!!!!

frivved up by Ben at 8:23 PM

sweet my webspace is not fucked, just some minor technical difficulties :) anyways, i should have gone to bellingham this weekend. damn the hangover that malt liquor will give you. at least i didn't puke, at least it didn't feel like i did when i woke up. of course i could be completely wrong and i could have puked on some hot chick and she is now sueing me and i just don't know about it. anyways, last night = crazy and gone from my memories, tonight = less than i expected, only because i had high expectations because I was supposed to go to bellingham. god, the mere thought of driving was just bad. that is the only downside of 40's, is that the hangover they give me completely disables me the next day. it sucks, but what should i expect for 2 bucks.

mariners won, so i am happy :)

frivved up by Ben at 1:57 AM

so yeah, BLAH

frivved up by Ben at 10:02 PM

what is going on with my webpage!

frivved up by Ben at 6:35 PM

i don't remember last night....

that is all there really is to say

frivved up by Ben at 12:23 PM

i don't deserve to be called a man. kill me, kill me SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD. cut of my balls and throw me in heels and a mini skirt. thats all for now....

yeah, about pot... i don't really care, its fun, but i like alcohol better. the opportunity came, so i bought some. i wasn't going out of my way looking. when i had it, it was great. now that i don't, no worries. it is fun on its own, or as a supplement to alcohol, but drinking is just more fun for me :) eventually i will have more, and that will be great as well, but until then, pass the bottle.

speaking of which, it is friday, how in the hell am i not drunk yet :D

frivved up by Ben at 5:55 PM

haha, sorry manuel. that was the only way i could sleep with myself last night, was to convince myself that it was all some psych experiment... and then i was like hey!!!! manuel works in one of those departments with a p at UW, it must be the psych department....

fuck me, why did i get freaked out! why was it so weird, i mean really. it is no wierder than someone krunking over to our place that i don't know, then talking to them. even if i do know them! apparently i have met this person before. if only i had a few more beers under my belt, i wouldn't have done that. i realized something last night. i have changed a lot in the past year or so, and not for the better. gone is my spontinaity, the whole reason i was 'fun' to hang around. i'm not the goofy guy who will do anything for a laugh, anything that might make life more interesting, even if it is just for a night or a few minutes. manuel called me last night, and normally with an offer like that, i would have just said "hell yes, where are you sending me." but i got scared. why? i don't know. i try not to complain about women in general, and in particular me not having one because i am doing nothing to correct the situation. even if i do absolutely nothing, which is what i am doing now, things like this happen to me every couple months. usually, i am either to stupid to notice what is going on until it is too later, or too scared to act, for fear that i could be wrong. for all my talk about skanks, etc, i am really clueless when it comes to women. i revert back to elementary school where i was too scared to be in the same room as girls, let alone talk to them.

why oh why wasn't ryan there last night!!! ;) all night i was kicking myself.

manuel, last night was the most interesting night i have had in a long time, because something out of the ordinary happened. even if nothing happened, and it was a small thing like a phone call, it added a nice little chaotic element. i have gotten into this pattern, go to work, go to bed, drink friday saturday, go to bed, go to work, etc, etc, etc. but last night you and miss x broke that up, and i wanted to thank you for it :) matt, b, shannon and I are just chilling at our house tonight, you should bring her over, haha.

i am adopting a new motto, WWRD. what would ryan do, haha. hopefully it will make for some more interesting times in the next few months...

frivved up by Ben at 11:46 AM

ok.....

doesn't manuel work in the psych department at uw? damn you!

frivved up by Ben at 12:57 AM

lol, no way i am getting any sleep tonight ;)

all my thoughts are concentrated on figuring out who it could be. but god damn i am stumped!!! i am now just doubting myself. i am certainly not big pimpin. i took the wuss road out. maybe it is better to leave it to my over-active imagination, you know, "what could have been." but then again, that is what i always do....

bwaaahh!!! manuel, what have you done to me!!!! ;)

frivved up by Ben at 12:02 AM

when it comes down to it, i don't actually have the balls to go through with it :D

i'm all talk, completely full of shit, but that wasn't obvious already, i am doing something wrong.

frivved up by Ben at 11:58 PM

haha, no bother :)

half of me wants to say yes immediately, but the other half of me is just like, what the hell? i mean seriously, look at it from my perspective. its like 11 o'clock. you get this call. but you get no indication of who it is. how am i supposed to say yes? imagine if i did, and something went wrong, the awkwardness that would ensue? i am just really curious. obviously it is too late now.... i don't really care, obviously it isn't someone i know very well, so whatever. it certainly spiced up my night :) cool to know that someone out there is thinking of me at least :D

frivved up by Ben at 11:54 PM

as if everyone hadn't heard that story 30000 times before!!! ;)

and yes, i am still bitter about it :D

i think i am going to go up to b-ham to chill with ryan this weekend. that should be pimpin. they are throwing this party. last weeks party they didn't tell anyone, and like 50 people showed up. this week, they told people. they have had random people walking up to them and inviting them to their own party this week. they are like dude, thats our house. it is one of those funny things that everyone always jokes about happening. but it is happening to them. this thing should be insanity, and i feel like i should witness it :)

frivved up by Ben at 10:11 PM

yes indeed, that is why i never answer questions in class, on the off chance i am wrong :) i like to be non existant in classes. that is something i really really miss about big lectures, the fact that you can sit in a corner and not be noticed. i hated being called on. i hate being singled out for things. i think a lot of people are the same way as me. even if i am right, which is a lot of the times, when i am wrong, or just have no clue, i feel like such the idiot. there were times in highschool, where people would ask me questions, and i would just say i don't know, even though i did, in hopes that they wouldn't ask me again.

so i get to college, and you can't do that. if you do that, you lose points because professors and especially tas are dicks, and if they don't like you, you ain't passing no matter how good your test grades are. you have to be a little bitch and suck up, or else you are dead. chem 142, first quarter freshman year. i am top 10 in my 400 whatever person lecture. my ta hates me, because i don't do the homework. the prof says he doesn't care about homework, so he isn't going to make us turn it in. our ta trys to make us turn it in. i say, no way, that is bs. so i don't. so she calls me to do problems on the board just about every time. i am like, ok, i'll do it, just give me the problem. she gets mad at me because i don't know what the problem is. i show her up constantly, in quiz section, in lab, etc, just because she is trying to make an example of me. she finally realizes that i am the best student she has after the 2nd midterm. she calls me out, yelling at me because i didn't do homework, and finally is like "you don't do your homework, and because of it your test grades suffer!!! what did you get on your last test!!!" i tell her i got 25 points or whatever it was above the curve. i missed 3 points total i think. it was like 4th highest grade in all the sections combined. she is standing their in shock, and finally shuts up. it makes her hate me even more. at the end of the class, she "loses" my lab notebook, which is a good portion of my grade. i end up with a 2.7 instead of a 4.0.

i hate college. it is bullshit. it is hard to get motivated when shit like this happens. everyone learns in their own way. so much of college, especially in big universities, is dictated by students thrown into a position of power with no qualifications, or no idea how to handle it. chances are they won't have to answer for what they do. any mistake they make will be lost in the giant bureacracy that is a 40,000 student school. so they toss shit around on a whim. what does it matter to them if this person fails? they are pissed off, they don't have any teaching qualifications, they have no training. so they dock you for being different. they dock you for being just a little bit better than everyone and knowing it. they dock you for having the confidence to question them.

why don't i care any more? why have i lost my motivation to continue on in higher education? experiences like this make me wonder why i should bother. people always complain about having to be a number, a faceless person in a sea of students. if it worked, this would be ideal for me. people are for the most part stupid. the less i have to deal with them while wading through the stupidity of general education the better. if only i could be just a number. if i was just a number, i would have 4.0'ed that class.

frivved up by Ben at 10:06 PM

i put chips on my bagel!!! greatest thing ever......

frivved up by Ben at 1:13 PM

it is a mater of valence electrons. with covalent bonding, everything wants to be surrounded by 8 electrons in its outer valence shell to be stable, except hydrogen, which only has its 1a shell or whatever it is, which only needs 2 electrons to be full. but bonding really has nothing to do with the difference between ions and atoms. for something to be an ion, it just needs a charge. for something not to be an ion, it needs no charge, which means it needs the same number of protons and electrons. Hydrogen ions are usually (i say usually because there is an exception to every rule, and 90% of these exceptions involve Hydrogen) H+. Hydrogen atoms are usually only 1 proton with one electron spinning around it. to get to be an H+ ion, you need to take away the electron. this leaves just a proton with nothing spinning around it. so when she said a hydrogen ion is just a proton, she was right in 99% of all hydrogen ions. sometimes, hydrogen will have 1 or 2 neutrons in it, deuterium and triterium or whatever they are called, you know hard water blah blah, fusion blah blah. but yeah, they have a proton and 1 neutron, or a proton and 2 neutrons respectively, they are just really really uncommon. hydrogen ions on their own aren't really something to look for. hydrogen is usually H2. the only way i can think of for finding hydrogen ions are in like an HCl solution, which if i remember correctly loosens the bonds and turns it into a pool of H+ and Cl- ions, and then you run an electrical current through it, so the H+ ions are all pulled to one side, but then how do you get at them....

when hydrogen is bonding, with lets say cholrine, it wants to fill its outer valence electron shell. if you remember back to general chem, the first row of atoms (consisting of only hydrogen and helium) only has to fill the lowest ring of electrons, with only 2 revolving around it to be ultimately happy. the next row of electrons has to fill the ring with 2 electrons then another ring of 8 electrons outside of it. hence the chemical facination with the number of 8 electrons, and the reason Helium is so happy with only 2 electrons, and Neon? is so happy with 10 electrons, etc etc. so, when it is bonding, hydrogen wants to fill its respective outer shell, so it wants to have 2 electrons spinning around it. when its just an atom, it wants to have a neutral charge, so it just has 1 electron. but ultimately, hydrogen wants to have those 2 electrons which is why it is so damn reactive. so, the hydrogen with its 1 electron and the chorine with its 7 valence electrons come together and share, so the chorine has its 8, and the hydrogen has its 2 spinning around it.

at least that is what i remember about the subject. it was a long time since i actually sat through a lecture on this (11th grade). this was kind of a rambling wierd explanation, and i probably repeated myself about 20 times, but whatever :) i need to take some more chem

frivved up by Ben at 1:01 PM

teaching has to be tough. i cut my teachers some slack, unless they are bitches to me. i hated UW because i always got stuck with TA's, and I usually knew more than them. seems like the same thing at Community College, only the TA's are called Professors. whatever, fuck school :)

hydrogen ion, ion meaning having a charge or whatever the technical definition of an ion is, as in H+ as in an H without the electron, as in just a proton in 99% of hydrogen ions..... some of them have neutrons, but not many. she was right with that one, a hydrogen atom is proton and an electron, but to make an ion, you strip away the electron, leaving only a proton :) have faith!! she knew something at least. sounds like that is the only thing she knows, but hey, she is a bio teacher, and a bio teacher at shoreline, so what do you expect.

workity work work. anyways, today and tomorrow are plant delivery days at this one park. my foundation spent $60000 on plants this year for this one park alone, so we have to organize the drop offs for over 10000 plants here. its fun, native plant growers are cool. they like us because we actually put their stuff to good use. we like them because they give us our plants. so plant delivery days ROCK. and I get to sleep in tomorrow, ohhhhhh baby. I just got put on this new project team, it is going to be a lot of work, but it should be pretty cool. I am taking over the spot on the team that my favorite co-worker freed up when she left on tuesday :( sucks, we are down to 9 staff members, 2 of which can't work in the field because of "injuries." then there is another person who doesn't really do much, and me who doesn't really do much, leaving 5 real people to lead these 15 some projects we have or whatever. luckily we only have about 7 getting plants this year i think. but damn.... at least 2 of those 5 people are actively looking for new jobs, and another has been sending resumes out. climbing the ranks. not that it really changes much. it means i am alone in my office downstairs now, but they will probably move me upstairs pretty soon, because there aren't may people to fill the upstairs up ;) sounds like we aren't hiring anyone either. doh, i am going to be the last one left, and i am going to be in charge....

frivved up by Ben at 4:08 PM

bwahahahaha, good old friends

on the opening credits, they listed courtney cox's name as courtney cox arquette. but then everyone's name had arquette after it. hilarity...

frivved up by Ben at 7:04 PM

todays blog, once again, will be devoted to sluts*, and in particular their related species: skanks**.

i am a big fan of two types of cars, jettas and civics. chances are, if you see a jetta or a civic driving down the road, it will be filled with attractive females. this phemomenom has prompted the coinage of the terms 'civic skank' and 'jetta skank.' i am sure i have blogged about this before, but i thought i would bring it up again :) if you ever go to redmond, you will see this in full effect. the results are staggering. in seattle, it is great, you get one, maybe 2 skanks per civic/jetta. but in redmond, it is not uncommon to see 3, 4, even 5 skanks per vehicle. the SPV ration is off the chart. unheard of. GLORIOUS.

anyways, just thought i would bring this up again, carry on...

*a slut is defined as any attractive girl who puts out easily. note, the key word ATTRACTIVE. unattractive girls who put out easily are hos.
**a skank, like a slut, must be attractive. unlike sluts, skanks do not put out all the time. hence my fascination with skanks, you don't have to worry about where they have been.
(note, do not confuse the term skank with the term getting skanked. to get skanked is to get something stolen from you, or have some wrong doing committed against you. similar to getting shafted.)

frivved up by Ben at 6:00 PM