Tuesday, August 27, 2002
alright, so bloggin. why do i put it off? its not like i don't have stuff to say.
every since i read that stupid site where the dude talked about getting fired because he blogged, i've been paranoid. so i don't blog from work, like ever. i mean that was some scary shit.
so yeah, not blogging... stupid wank. BAD WANK, BAD BAD!!!! oh yeah, and i have several addictions to cater too. like video games, and lazyness. and nuts. i love the nuts, can't get enough of them. BAD WANKBAD.
blaaaaarg. ok, here's the deal. i have no real reason to be stressing out, but i have been. several things are going crazy. first, we just found a place on saturday. that was like 6 days before we have to move out of this place. so that was like shit... i wasn't sleeping well and stuff, not eating. i think i've lost wieght again which sucks. but yeah, thats over now, kind of, you know. now i have to pack. that is just stupid. i mean, crap. its all crap. when you really think about it, i'm loading up a bunch of crap from the bottom of my closet so it can go lay at the bottom of another closet somewhere else. i don't really like packing. its funny, but i never feel like i really settled into this room here. maybe because its a crappy room thats always hot and uncomfortable, and that i just piled shit everywhere. yeah, thats it. this is a crappy little house i'm living in now. the new place isn't quite so crappy, but its pretty small. it will take some adjusting. it will be similar to moving into the dorms again i think, only without the sluts. that kind of sucks. the great thing is, its really a cheap place, which is great, because i'm busting my ass to part time at the end of september so i can go to school again. thats another thing i've been stressing about. i mean really, i'm only going to get so many chances at this school thing. i better do well this time or i'm pretty much fucked for another 70 years or so. thats not a very nice prospect. i mean, its not like this quarter of part time night classes is going to dictate the rest of my future, but i build it up to be in my head because i'm stressing. i dunno, once i get moved, and through the first week of school and work and stuff, hopefully things will get better. but lately, i've just been out of sorts. it happens.
i can't say that much has really happened to me lately. i've been shibbying an awful fucking lot. the past few days have been hard, because of the massive quantities of weed ryan and i have smoked in the past week and a half. i mean, i've never smoked so much where it was physically painful for the next few days. i did this weekend. like, yesterday and today, fuck me. they were rough. i'm not going to smoke until the weekend, i'm not going to smoke until the weekend. the funny thing is, normally i don't even want to smoke. i just feel obligated too. but then i do, and its the fucking coolest thing i could have done. the hard part is forcing yourself to keep smoking so you don't just pass out after a half hour. i don't really smoke much, so any time ryan suggests something new its just like, the most genius thing ever. air is the same way, he'll be like, wooo look what i invented, and its just insanity. me, getting a bong was like a huge innovation :p but, i'd like to thing i've come up with a way of smoking that has brought things to a new level. i mean i'm sure people have done this before, but it was something i had never heard of. you find a cd, preferably something just crazy and cracked out. i chose this happy hardcore cd called Happy 2 B Hardcore by anabolic frolic. i'm sure i've mentioned it before. anyways, its like techno, but 5 times as fast, and with cheesy happy lyrics. its insanity. so, i pop the cd into ryans computer and plopped myself down in the shibby room (ryans closet) with a gravity bong, some water, 2 lighters and a phat sack of weed. i forced myself to hot box until the last song was finished. it was one of the most intense experiences i have ever had in my life. i have hot boxed before, but always with a pipe, so it takes a long time to fill the room, and its tough to keep it filled. with the gravity bong, huge clouds. i swear after like 2 hits it was hotboxed, and i still had 64 minutes to go on my cd. i admit, there were times that i had to pause for a minute or two to collect myself. it was great. there is no light in there, the only light you get is when you light the lighter to pull up the bong. when you are stoned, your mind starts making up enhancements to your vision, but in the dark, these enhancements are the only thing you see. when you are utterly anhialated, you see a whole fuck ton of shit. for a while, i was a race car driver going through what could only be described as a cross between tron and a destiny's child video. then this one song kept making butterfly wings everywhere, it was cracked out. it took a lot of determination to keep smoking. it was seriously tough. an hour is a long time. after a while your throat starts to hurt, but you have to take another hit. after a while, i was just like, thats the rule, i have to do it. there wasn't any other option besides smoke. anyways, it was fucktabular. i don't think i'll be able to do it again for a while, but i just wanted to brag about it :) i thought it was kind of impressive.
what else...
i guess i've been kind of meaning to post about this for a while, but just have never gotten around too it. i often wonder if people think i'm gay or not and stuff. i'll put it down here, i'm straight. i mean, my life would make more sense to me if i was gay, but when i whack off i can't think of anything other than hot naked women. the only guy allowed in the picture is me, otherwise it just doesn't work. i think anyone who says they aren't a little bi is lying. i think everyone has a little bisexuality in them. this goes along great with my whole no absolutes policy. i think people just shun the idea of homosexuality all together, and any gay feelings or whatever have been suppressed for so long that they just don't now how to let them out. so when you bring up the idea of being gay everyone gets all huffy like oh oh oh i'm not gay blah blah fag. and i'm just like, whatever dude, i don't care. i don't think you are gay, i don't even think you are bi. i just think everyone has bi tendancies some times. i think understanding this makes me seem a little fruity some times. like, i don't really try to suppress it. so, sometimes i'll say or do something that seems a little gay. i'm not talking about over the top things, like kissing guys during spin the bottle, or humping people. i do that for humor value. i don't care if it makes me look gay, i think its damn funny. but other stuff, subtle things that make other people think. the problem is, how do i react when someone asks? usually i'm just like, yeah i'm gay, because it seems so rediculous to me. but this weekend, angie and meagan asked (if i remember correctly, i was stoned beyond coherency) and i was like sure i'm gay. then matt chimed in about us having sex 24/7 and it turned out pretty hilarious. but i think they think i'm gay now. i dunno, that just seems funny. this thing kind of rambled here.......... i still think i'd make a better girl than a guy, but i'd definitely be a lesbian if i was.
blah, packing. i don't like packing. i don't like doing a lot of stuff though. and this is something i HAVE to do. maybe thats why its so daunting. its like necessary, and something i don't want to do, so all my willpower just shuts off completely. i get distracted easily under normal circumstances, but today, holy shit. i think i've spent an hour and a half total tonight playing with this wonderful gem i found on manuels site. and i'll leave you with this... (you might not want to play with it at work. this is true for a lot of things)................
http://members.lycos.co.uk/boobfun/boobfun.swf
every since i read that stupid site where the dude talked about getting fired because he blogged, i've been paranoid. so i don't blog from work, like ever. i mean that was some scary shit.
so yeah, not blogging... stupid wank. BAD WANK, BAD BAD!!!! oh yeah, and i have several addictions to cater too. like video games, and lazyness. and nuts. i love the nuts, can't get enough of them. BAD WANKBAD.
blaaaaarg. ok, here's the deal. i have no real reason to be stressing out, but i have been. several things are going crazy. first, we just found a place on saturday. that was like 6 days before we have to move out of this place. so that was like shit... i wasn't sleeping well and stuff, not eating. i think i've lost wieght again which sucks. but yeah, thats over now, kind of, you know. now i have to pack. that is just stupid. i mean, crap. its all crap. when you really think about it, i'm loading up a bunch of crap from the bottom of my closet so it can go lay at the bottom of another closet somewhere else. i don't really like packing. its funny, but i never feel like i really settled into this room here. maybe because its a crappy room thats always hot and uncomfortable, and that i just piled shit everywhere. yeah, thats it. this is a crappy little house i'm living in now. the new place isn't quite so crappy, but its pretty small. it will take some adjusting. it will be similar to moving into the dorms again i think, only without the sluts. that kind of sucks. the great thing is, its really a cheap place, which is great, because i'm busting my ass to part time at the end of september so i can go to school again. thats another thing i've been stressing about. i mean really, i'm only going to get so many chances at this school thing. i better do well this time or i'm pretty much fucked for another 70 years or so. thats not a very nice prospect. i mean, its not like this quarter of part time night classes is going to dictate the rest of my future, but i build it up to be in my head because i'm stressing. i dunno, once i get moved, and through the first week of school and work and stuff, hopefully things will get better. but lately, i've just been out of sorts. it happens.
i can't say that much has really happened to me lately. i've been shibbying an awful fucking lot. the past few days have been hard, because of the massive quantities of weed ryan and i have smoked in the past week and a half. i mean, i've never smoked so much where it was physically painful for the next few days. i did this weekend. like, yesterday and today, fuck me. they were rough. i'm not going to smoke until the weekend, i'm not going to smoke until the weekend. the funny thing is, normally i don't even want to smoke. i just feel obligated too. but then i do, and its the fucking coolest thing i could have done. the hard part is forcing yourself to keep smoking so you don't just pass out after a half hour. i don't really smoke much, so any time ryan suggests something new its just like, the most genius thing ever. air is the same way, he'll be like, wooo look what i invented, and its just insanity. me, getting a bong was like a huge innovation :p but, i'd like to thing i've come up with a way of smoking that has brought things to a new level. i mean i'm sure people have done this before, but it was something i had never heard of. you find a cd, preferably something just crazy and cracked out. i chose this happy hardcore cd called Happy 2 B Hardcore by anabolic frolic. i'm sure i've mentioned it before. anyways, its like techno, but 5 times as fast, and with cheesy happy lyrics. its insanity. so, i pop the cd into ryans computer and plopped myself down in the shibby room (ryans closet) with a gravity bong, some water, 2 lighters and a phat sack of weed. i forced myself to hot box until the last song was finished. it was one of the most intense experiences i have ever had in my life. i have hot boxed before, but always with a pipe, so it takes a long time to fill the room, and its tough to keep it filled. with the gravity bong, huge clouds. i swear after like 2 hits it was hotboxed, and i still had 64 minutes to go on my cd. i admit, there were times that i had to pause for a minute or two to collect myself. it was great. there is no light in there, the only light you get is when you light the lighter to pull up the bong. when you are stoned, your mind starts making up enhancements to your vision, but in the dark, these enhancements are the only thing you see. when you are utterly anhialated, you see a whole fuck ton of shit. for a while, i was a race car driver going through what could only be described as a cross between tron and a destiny's child video. then this one song kept making butterfly wings everywhere, it was cracked out. it took a lot of determination to keep smoking. it was seriously tough. an hour is a long time. after a while your throat starts to hurt, but you have to take another hit. after a while, i was just like, thats the rule, i have to do it. there wasn't any other option besides smoke. anyways, it was fucktabular. i don't think i'll be able to do it again for a while, but i just wanted to brag about it :) i thought it was kind of impressive.
what else...
i guess i've been kind of meaning to post about this for a while, but just have never gotten around too it. i often wonder if people think i'm gay or not and stuff. i'll put it down here, i'm straight. i mean, my life would make more sense to me if i was gay, but when i whack off i can't think of anything other than hot naked women. the only guy allowed in the picture is me, otherwise it just doesn't work. i think anyone who says they aren't a little bi is lying. i think everyone has a little bisexuality in them. this goes along great with my whole no absolutes policy. i think people just shun the idea of homosexuality all together, and any gay feelings or whatever have been suppressed for so long that they just don't now how to let them out. so when you bring up the idea of being gay everyone gets all huffy like oh oh oh i'm not gay blah blah fag. and i'm just like, whatever dude, i don't care. i don't think you are gay, i don't even think you are bi. i just think everyone has bi tendancies some times. i think understanding this makes me seem a little fruity some times. like, i don't really try to suppress it. so, sometimes i'll say or do something that seems a little gay. i'm not talking about over the top things, like kissing guys during spin the bottle, or humping people. i do that for humor value. i don't care if it makes me look gay, i think its damn funny. but other stuff, subtle things that make other people think. the problem is, how do i react when someone asks? usually i'm just like, yeah i'm gay, because it seems so rediculous to me. but this weekend, angie and meagan asked (if i remember correctly, i was stoned beyond coherency) and i was like sure i'm gay. then matt chimed in about us having sex 24/7 and it turned out pretty hilarious. but i think they think i'm gay now. i dunno, that just seems funny. this thing kind of rambled here.......... i still think i'd make a better girl than a guy, but i'd definitely be a lesbian if i was.
blah, packing. i don't like packing. i don't like doing a lot of stuff though. and this is something i HAVE to do. maybe thats why its so daunting. its like necessary, and something i don't want to do, so all my willpower just shuts off completely. i get distracted easily under normal circumstances, but today, holy shit. i think i've spent an hour and a half total tonight playing with this wonderful gem i found on manuels site. and i'll leave you with this... (you might not want to play with it at work. this is true for a lot of things)................
http://members.lycos.co.uk/boobfun/boobfun.swf
Friday, August 16, 2002
wheee doggie.
Area 2 today, its been so long since i've been to a show of any type. i'll probably be all wierd and bored and such. oh well, these things happen :D seriously it should be awesome. so many acts i want to see in the electronic tent. and if i actually do get bored somehow, there is always the beer garden to keep me company.
i shaved yesterday. i feel like some sort of androgenous guess jeans model now with my long hair and such. i wish i could just keep my beard at a manageable stubble, instead of it getting all long and wierd and nappy. but no, it has to ge all wierd, then i have to shave it, then i look like a girl for a few days until the stubble comes back. oh the joys of patchy facial hair.
i'm not really sure what to say about the past few days here. pretty much nothing has happened. i mean, i've done stuff i guess. most of it hasn't really left that much of an impact. the real shocker is, i haven't hated going to work. its like, i've just gone and done it, then gone home. i mean, i complained about it, but i complain anytime i'm bored anyways. i don't know why i do that. i have this wierd complex where i think people care about what i think. even if its just stupid and repetative. like, i'll sit there with ryan, and just keep saying the same thing over and over, like he's going to care this time. i'm an annoying little shit when i'm bored at work. which is always.
moral of the story is, if i'm around and you are pissed at me for being a little knob gobbler, give me something shiny and i'll be happy for a while. thats one good thing at least, i am very easily pleased. simple little things can keep me occupied for a while.
the fact that it is the middle of august already is kind of scary. the fact that it is already the middle of august, 2002 really scares me. where does time go? what have i done in the past like 5 years. sometimes i think about this, and then i smack myself in the face. why should i bother even thinking about this? its stupid.
BLAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
i think it is time for me to bid you farewell for the day, or week, whatever the case may be. good luck, have fun, do stuff that makes you like.... stuff.... yeah
Area 2 today, its been so long since i've been to a show of any type. i'll probably be all wierd and bored and such. oh well, these things happen :D seriously it should be awesome. so many acts i want to see in the electronic tent. and if i actually do get bored somehow, there is always the beer garden to keep me company.
i shaved yesterday. i feel like some sort of androgenous guess jeans model now with my long hair and such. i wish i could just keep my beard at a manageable stubble, instead of it getting all long and wierd and nappy. but no, it has to ge all wierd, then i have to shave it, then i look like a girl for a few days until the stubble comes back. oh the joys of patchy facial hair.
i'm not really sure what to say about the past few days here. pretty much nothing has happened. i mean, i've done stuff i guess. most of it hasn't really left that much of an impact. the real shocker is, i haven't hated going to work. its like, i've just gone and done it, then gone home. i mean, i complained about it, but i complain anytime i'm bored anyways. i don't know why i do that. i have this wierd complex where i think people care about what i think. even if its just stupid and repetative. like, i'll sit there with ryan, and just keep saying the same thing over and over, like he's going to care this time. i'm an annoying little shit when i'm bored at work. which is always.
moral of the story is, if i'm around and you are pissed at me for being a little knob gobbler, give me something shiny and i'll be happy for a while. thats one good thing at least, i am very easily pleased. simple little things can keep me occupied for a while.
the fact that it is the middle of august already is kind of scary. the fact that it is already the middle of august, 2002 really scares me. where does time go? what have i done in the past like 5 years. sometimes i think about this, and then i smack myself in the face. why should i bother even thinking about this? its stupid.
BLAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
i think it is time for me to bid you farewell for the day, or week, whatever the case may be. good luck, have fun, do stuff that makes you like.... stuff.... yeah
Tuesday, August 13, 2002
Monday, August 12, 2002
oof oof oof
every weekend, i am left with this stupid lingering burning sensation in the back of my throat. every monday, i say i'm not going to smoke anything at all for the rest of the week so the tingling can go away. yet i never do, so its always there. funny, all i have to do is smoke a little bit and it goes away :D
but seriously... summer should be a time of excess with friends. i have a whole nine months after ryan leaves to go back to my mundane sober life.
a few things have struck me as exceedingly cool recently. well, for a while the new silverchair album was the absolute bomb shizznizzle. i think i've listened too it too much. its not really my fault. i can blame matt for being absolutely in love with it :) anyways, everyone who has ever listened to silverchair should check out their new album, because it is so completely opposite of what you would expect.
todays megatokyo is hilarious. largo is my hero. i'm going to use the term "r4ck3d" from now on. it is just a brilliant mangling of the english language :D
perhaps the coolest thing i've heard since goldfinger started yelling out slogans that ryan and i coined is track 8 on the new filter album. oh my god..... the end...... jebus. there is something about that guy yelling I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU YOU PIECE OF SHIT at the top of his lungs repeatedly that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
i have very little patience for things today. i just don't care. i'm glad i didn't get pulled over today, that would have been bad news. i probably would have gotten booked for reckless driving, then for punching a police officer in the face, then for the high speed police chase that would have happened directly after. but yeah, i dunno. traffic lights were annoying me. i swear i missed them all.
pioneer square this weekend.... i hope the 3 bars we went too weren't the focal points of the downtown social scene. they were all pretty ass i thought. i mean, they got me drunk but jeez, there was nothing special at all about any of them, really. i wish we had gone to the last supper club. that place looked like it could have been pretty slutastic. i don't think i'd make a very good barfly. i mean seriously, people go to bars to hook up. to do this, guys need to get the girls drunk, which takes a lot of money. then, the guys need to manage to keep a drunk girls attention so she doesn't wander off and end up screwing some random dude in the alley. keeping a drunk beer sluts attention is just about as easy as carrying around a bucket of water without the luxury of a bucket. they both end up in a sloppy mess on the floor, usually on top of someone else. anyways, i don't have the patience. i don't want to have to wait around and shell out a ton of money for drinks for some girl who probably isn't going to sleep with me. if i actually went to a bar to meet people, i would not be looking for a relationship. i'd be looking for some quick sex. basically, bars are just very inefficient brothels. guys go in, shell out money to try and win the affection of some lucky lady. the problem with bars is, you usually don't get what you pay for.
bars serve a few purposes for me. i don't go often, but when i do i get drunk with my friends, laugh at drunk jackasses, laugh at drunk beer sluts, and above all, laugh at the interactions between said jackasses and beer sluts. this is great for me. i don't mind it. a good time is had by all. you get drunk with your friends and get some entertainment out of it.
that being said, i think i would fare much better at a club. by the end, i was doing pretty well by going to raves. i could dance ok, and if i had some drugs i could keep it up all night until it was time to go home. there isn't any talking, so dancing with other people just kind of happens. if you end up with some girl, great. if not, dancing is just as much fun. if dancing gets old, wandering around with your friends watching girls jump up and down and dance and such was fun too. thus, i think if i got some drugs and went clubbing, i could dance for a while, chill with friends, maybe have some horny, legally-aged girl rub her ass against my crotch for a while, as horny dancing girls seem to like to do, and who knows, maybe even hear some good music. i've never really been clubbing, but most clubs seem to be raves with a bartender and snazzy dressing.
i can't see why anyone would ever have the patience to try and hook up with some girl at a bar. i know there are some sincere random hook ups and such that have to happen, but to actually go to the bar with the intent of picking up some chick so you can sleep with her, i don't know how people can put themselves through that. its just stupid. its a whole lot of wasted time and money for a chance at a night of drunken sex. give me a brothel any day. go in, pay my money, get my sex, get out. i don't have to devote a night to it. stupid illegal prositution.....
another thing i don't understand, girls in bars who just expect you to buy them a drink. like, i was waiting for a beer, and this girl kind of sneaks up behind me. i see a flash of red out of the corner of my eye, and so i turn around. sure enough, some cute little thing in a red tank and a mini skirt is sitting there batting her eyes back up at me. its fairly obvious she saw some guy walk up to the bar alone, so decided to try and scam a drink. i kind of looked at her, and looked back at the bar waiting for my drink. she kind of worked her way closer. the funny thing is, i had ordered 2 beers anyways. so they came, and i'm sure she thought she had just scored a free beer. i looked at her, grabbed my drinks and walked off. i wish i could have seen the look on her face. i'm sure she was pissed. but really, what reason does she have to be pissed? pissed because some guy wouldn't give her free shit? screw that, i don't know her, i didn't show any interest in her whatsoever. she pegged me as an easy scam, and got jack shit out of it. i thought it was pretty damn funny. what would have happened if i had given her my second beer..... i would have made awkward chitchat that tried to lead her back up to my friends. i don't want to hang out with her after all, i'm there to chill with my friends. so, it would be me impatiently suggesting that me and my friends have a table upstairs, and her saying no, but i want to get to know you better. of course, we are yelling all of this to try and drown out the cheesy cover band. so, i'd humor her, buy her a few more drinks. chances are she'd leave me after 2 for greener pastures. if everything went really well at the end of the night she'd say well i'm tired, we should hang out some time and then give me her number, which i would promptly throw out, for it is as worthless as the soiled bar napkin it is scribbled on. here i've wasted my night and a bunch of money paying for drinks for 2 so i can get the number of some girl who will never give me the time of day unless i am buying her shit. i'm just not going to do that on the off chance that i might get some action from some girl who i don't know and who i will never hear from again. if sex was a sure thing, then hell yes i would do it. but its NOT. in fact, it isn't likely at all. the odds are terrible. why gamble when you know you will lose kind of thing. its fun for some idle entertainment every once in a while, but to take it seriously is just stupid.
another funny thing, there were 5 bridal showers at this first bar we went too. 5, at the same time. we watched 4 of them wander in, and apparently there was another one already in there. all the guys were really excited. SCORE!!!! tons of drunk chicks!!! yes, tons of drunk chicks dwelling on the holy bond of matrimony, and their loving boyfriends/husbands that are waiting for them at home. you don't actually thing someone would leave the bachelorette party to hang out with you, LET ALONE sleep with you, do you? never going to happen!!!! especially with something as moral and monumental as a wedding hanging over their heads. i know, only one of them is getting married, but they all are thinking about it. getting laid or even hanging out with random guys is the last thing on their minds, unless they are really drunk and you are a male stripper. i tried to explain my reasoning why these bachelorette parties were bad for business, but no one seemed to listen. i mean, 5 parties, lets say a conservative estimate of 7 people per party (very conservative). that is THIRTY-FIVE girls in this one bar that are completely unobtainable. holy wildly contaminated ratios batman!
i guess what i really don't understand is this whole institution of sex. i mean, is it really that big of a deal? why do people go to such great lengths to obtain in, and then why do people make such a big deal of it after they do get it. i don't really care, i mean, it just doesn't bother me anymore. i mean, shit, it isn't really that great. maybe i've just never had mindblowing sex. maybe someday someone will give me something that will leave me in a drooling heap, and i will spend the rest of my life pursuing that otherworldly pleasure again. to be honest, i just can't see that happening. i don't think sex will every be a huge issue to me, personally. i mean, as long as i am around other people, it will be a huge issue, and i'll be sucked in. obviously it will be a mental issue, me being the fully functional and hormonally driven male i am, but there are other ways to relieve sexual tension. i guess i don't see why most guys swim through an ocean of bullshit to get some, and then come out the otherside with crap oozing out of their ears bragging about it.
holy fuck, belligerent wank sighting!!!!
anyways, enjoy your days :) i've got to hit up pioneer square with blake. i'm guessing it would be a hilarious good time :D
every weekend, i am left with this stupid lingering burning sensation in the back of my throat. every monday, i say i'm not going to smoke anything at all for the rest of the week so the tingling can go away. yet i never do, so its always there. funny, all i have to do is smoke a little bit and it goes away :D
but seriously... summer should be a time of excess with friends. i have a whole nine months after ryan leaves to go back to my mundane sober life.
a few things have struck me as exceedingly cool recently. well, for a while the new silverchair album was the absolute bomb shizznizzle. i think i've listened too it too much. its not really my fault. i can blame matt for being absolutely in love with it :) anyways, everyone who has ever listened to silverchair should check out their new album, because it is so completely opposite of what you would expect.
todays megatokyo is hilarious. largo is my hero. i'm going to use the term "r4ck3d" from now on. it is just a brilliant mangling of the english language :D
perhaps the coolest thing i've heard since goldfinger started yelling out slogans that ryan and i coined is track 8 on the new filter album. oh my god..... the end...... jebus. there is something about that guy yelling I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU YOU PIECE OF SHIT at the top of his lungs repeatedly that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
i have very little patience for things today. i just don't care. i'm glad i didn't get pulled over today, that would have been bad news. i probably would have gotten booked for reckless driving, then for punching a police officer in the face, then for the high speed police chase that would have happened directly after. but yeah, i dunno. traffic lights were annoying me. i swear i missed them all.
pioneer square this weekend.... i hope the 3 bars we went too weren't the focal points of the downtown social scene. they were all pretty ass i thought. i mean, they got me drunk but jeez, there was nothing special at all about any of them, really. i wish we had gone to the last supper club. that place looked like it could have been pretty slutastic. i don't think i'd make a very good barfly. i mean seriously, people go to bars to hook up. to do this, guys need to get the girls drunk, which takes a lot of money. then, the guys need to manage to keep a drunk girls attention so she doesn't wander off and end up screwing some random dude in the alley. keeping a drunk beer sluts attention is just about as easy as carrying around a bucket of water without the luxury of a bucket. they both end up in a sloppy mess on the floor, usually on top of someone else. anyways, i don't have the patience. i don't want to have to wait around and shell out a ton of money for drinks for some girl who probably isn't going to sleep with me. if i actually went to a bar to meet people, i would not be looking for a relationship. i'd be looking for some quick sex. basically, bars are just very inefficient brothels. guys go in, shell out money to try and win the affection of some lucky lady. the problem with bars is, you usually don't get what you pay for.
bars serve a few purposes for me. i don't go often, but when i do i get drunk with my friends, laugh at drunk jackasses, laugh at drunk beer sluts, and above all, laugh at the interactions between said jackasses and beer sluts. this is great for me. i don't mind it. a good time is had by all. you get drunk with your friends and get some entertainment out of it.
that being said, i think i would fare much better at a club. by the end, i was doing pretty well by going to raves. i could dance ok, and if i had some drugs i could keep it up all night until it was time to go home. there isn't any talking, so dancing with other people just kind of happens. if you end up with some girl, great. if not, dancing is just as much fun. if dancing gets old, wandering around with your friends watching girls jump up and down and dance and such was fun too. thus, i think if i got some drugs and went clubbing, i could dance for a while, chill with friends, maybe have some horny, legally-aged girl rub her ass against my crotch for a while, as horny dancing girls seem to like to do, and who knows, maybe even hear some good music. i've never really been clubbing, but most clubs seem to be raves with a bartender and snazzy dressing.
i can't see why anyone would ever have the patience to try and hook up with some girl at a bar. i know there are some sincere random hook ups and such that have to happen, but to actually go to the bar with the intent of picking up some chick so you can sleep with her, i don't know how people can put themselves through that. its just stupid. its a whole lot of wasted time and money for a chance at a night of drunken sex. give me a brothel any day. go in, pay my money, get my sex, get out. i don't have to devote a night to it. stupid illegal prositution.....
another thing i don't understand, girls in bars who just expect you to buy them a drink. like, i was waiting for a beer, and this girl kind of sneaks up behind me. i see a flash of red out of the corner of my eye, and so i turn around. sure enough, some cute little thing in a red tank and a mini skirt is sitting there batting her eyes back up at me. its fairly obvious she saw some guy walk up to the bar alone, so decided to try and scam a drink. i kind of looked at her, and looked back at the bar waiting for my drink. she kind of worked her way closer. the funny thing is, i had ordered 2 beers anyways. so they came, and i'm sure she thought she had just scored a free beer. i looked at her, grabbed my drinks and walked off. i wish i could have seen the look on her face. i'm sure she was pissed. but really, what reason does she have to be pissed? pissed because some guy wouldn't give her free shit? screw that, i don't know her, i didn't show any interest in her whatsoever. she pegged me as an easy scam, and got jack shit out of it. i thought it was pretty damn funny. what would have happened if i had given her my second beer..... i would have made awkward chitchat that tried to lead her back up to my friends. i don't want to hang out with her after all, i'm there to chill with my friends. so, it would be me impatiently suggesting that me and my friends have a table upstairs, and her saying no, but i want to get to know you better. of course, we are yelling all of this to try and drown out the cheesy cover band. so, i'd humor her, buy her a few more drinks. chances are she'd leave me after 2 for greener pastures. if everything went really well at the end of the night she'd say well i'm tired, we should hang out some time and then give me her number, which i would promptly throw out, for it is as worthless as the soiled bar napkin it is scribbled on. here i've wasted my night and a bunch of money paying for drinks for 2 so i can get the number of some girl who will never give me the time of day unless i am buying her shit. i'm just not going to do that on the off chance that i might get some action from some girl who i don't know and who i will never hear from again. if sex was a sure thing, then hell yes i would do it. but its NOT. in fact, it isn't likely at all. the odds are terrible. why gamble when you know you will lose kind of thing. its fun for some idle entertainment every once in a while, but to take it seriously is just stupid.
another funny thing, there were 5 bridal showers at this first bar we went too. 5, at the same time. we watched 4 of them wander in, and apparently there was another one already in there. all the guys were really excited. SCORE!!!! tons of drunk chicks!!! yes, tons of drunk chicks dwelling on the holy bond of matrimony, and their loving boyfriends/husbands that are waiting for them at home. you don't actually thing someone would leave the bachelorette party to hang out with you, LET ALONE sleep with you, do you? never going to happen!!!! especially with something as moral and monumental as a wedding hanging over their heads. i know, only one of them is getting married, but they all are thinking about it. getting laid or even hanging out with random guys is the last thing on their minds, unless they are really drunk and you are a male stripper. i tried to explain my reasoning why these bachelorette parties were bad for business, but no one seemed to listen. i mean, 5 parties, lets say a conservative estimate of 7 people per party (very conservative). that is THIRTY-FIVE girls in this one bar that are completely unobtainable. holy wildly contaminated ratios batman!
i guess what i really don't understand is this whole institution of sex. i mean, is it really that big of a deal? why do people go to such great lengths to obtain in, and then why do people make such a big deal of it after they do get it. i don't really care, i mean, it just doesn't bother me anymore. i mean, shit, it isn't really that great. maybe i've just never had mindblowing sex. maybe someday someone will give me something that will leave me in a drooling heap, and i will spend the rest of my life pursuing that otherworldly pleasure again. to be honest, i just can't see that happening. i don't think sex will every be a huge issue to me, personally. i mean, as long as i am around other people, it will be a huge issue, and i'll be sucked in. obviously it will be a mental issue, me being the fully functional and hormonally driven male i am, but there are other ways to relieve sexual tension. i guess i don't see why most guys swim through an ocean of bullshit to get some, and then come out the otherside with crap oozing out of their ears bragging about it.
holy fuck, belligerent wank sighting!!!!
anyways, enjoy your days :) i've got to hit up pioneer square with blake. i'm guessing it would be a hilarious good time :D
Sunday, August 11, 2002
new webcomic i found that is pretty funny, and porn filled at the same time. its called post sex clean up. its about these two chicks who open up a porn shop. hilarity ensues.... go through the archives a bit, they are pretty good.
http://psc.keenspace.com/
http://psc.keenspace.com/
Friday, August 09, 2002
Thursday, August 08, 2002
the fact that this page exists makes me cry tears of joy and laugh laughs of laughter at the same time. someone has spent a lot of time proving that the internet is a great place, and that there are sluts everywhere, even places you wouldn't expect.
there could be a slut under your bed now....
sluts are taking over the world, and i want to be alive when they do
there could be a slut under your bed now....
sluts are taking over the world, and i want to be alive when they do
Wednesday, August 07, 2002
goldfinger is jacking song lyrics from ryan and i.
they have some new song out, and the chorus yells out SHOT IN THE HEAD, BETTER OFF DEAD. it prehaps one of the most glorious moments of my life when ryan pointed it out to me when we were listening to it the first time. i wasn't really listening, but he heard it and was like OH MY GOD!!! so next chorus we flipped out, because it really said that. anyone who knows me and ryan knows that this is one of our favorite mantras to repeat at work to make the day go faster. it has since extended to other things we don't really want to do.
anyways...
a few interesting discussions about religion today. on the dave ross show on 710 or whatever he's on, they were discussing the required book they are making freshmen read at UNC about islam. i don't really care, it might be an interesting read if i had to read it, but honestly i wouldn't pay much attention. but i wouldn't be offended because i had to read it. it is a book that is trying to show that there is a lighter more peaceful side to the rest of islam that doesn't include militant radical terrorists who live to destroy everything american. so, some christan fundamentalist group from virginia or something is sueing UNC for forcing people to read this book. they had a representative on from this group. he claimed it wasn't bad that they were teaching islam. he believed that people should have their eyes opened to the true ways of islam. but he wanted peoples eyes to be opened to the hateful passages from the qu'ran (koran? how do you even spell it). he was making all sorts of brash generalizations about how "those people" think and why "those people" are terrorists. by those people, he meant muslims, i'm assuming. he was basically one of the hugest morons ever... dave ross wasn't taking him seriously at all, and basically refuted every single point this dude tried to make. in my opinion, he made this guy look like an idiot. dave ross read that passage from the bible in samuel or whatever where god orders people to exterminate all women, children, men, and livestock from one of the opposing tribes of some biblical figure. the dude got all huffy and claimed he was twisting the words of the bible by offering up perverted examples of scripture. Dave Ross was like, what the hell, perverted? i just read that verbatim. all of us who were listening busted up laughing. anyways, the guy went on to claim that all muslims were terrible, basically because the weren't christian. he also said if i heard it correctly, that there would be peace if the stupid muslims could just break down and finally accept the christan moral code as the right way to live.
it got pretty rediculous. this guy was a boob, and ended up looking like an idiot. even still, the guy left the interview claiming he had proven his point, and that things had gone well for him. this is why religious debates are stupid. I try not to involve myself in them. i'm not trying to push stereotypes or anything here, but a lot of the christian people i've met who have insisted on debating religion have been impossible to reason with. online, pretty every forum or whatever you read, there will be a debate about religion. it pretty much ALWAYS ends with the atheists/pagans/agnostics/muslims/buddhists/whatevers getting pissed and refusing to argue anymore, and the fundamentalist christians who were still arguing poorly thought out points filled with baseless statements of the absolute claimed a grand victory in the name of the lord. there are some people who can debate for christianity very well. i have met and discussed religion with people and we have both left satisfied not because either of us proved any points, but because we came to understand how the other person was thinking better. i'm sorry, but most fundamentalist christians can't debate the topic worth shit because they aren't even willing to THINK that christianity might not be the right answer for everyone. it is a topic that can't be decided one way or another. most people just get annoyed and stop discussing it after a while. this is why i don't discuss religion with other people very often, because it is usually just a huge waste of time that pisses me off and leaves me annoyed and ranting.
anyways, flame on, i don't really care. people have gotten pissed at me before for saying similar things. i'm not denouncing christianity, just a small portion of christians who make me mad. its one of those "God protect me from your followers" type deals.
they have some new song out, and the chorus yells out SHOT IN THE HEAD, BETTER OFF DEAD. it prehaps one of the most glorious moments of my life when ryan pointed it out to me when we were listening to it the first time. i wasn't really listening, but he heard it and was like OH MY GOD!!! so next chorus we flipped out, because it really said that. anyone who knows me and ryan knows that this is one of our favorite mantras to repeat at work to make the day go faster. it has since extended to other things we don't really want to do.
anyways...
a few interesting discussions about religion today. on the dave ross show on 710 or whatever he's on, they were discussing the required book they are making freshmen read at UNC about islam. i don't really care, it might be an interesting read if i had to read it, but honestly i wouldn't pay much attention. but i wouldn't be offended because i had to read it. it is a book that is trying to show that there is a lighter more peaceful side to the rest of islam that doesn't include militant radical terrorists who live to destroy everything american. so, some christan fundamentalist group from virginia or something is sueing UNC for forcing people to read this book. they had a representative on from this group. he claimed it wasn't bad that they were teaching islam. he believed that people should have their eyes opened to the true ways of islam. but he wanted peoples eyes to be opened to the hateful passages from the qu'ran (koran? how do you even spell it). he was making all sorts of brash generalizations about how "those people" think and why "those people" are terrorists. by those people, he meant muslims, i'm assuming. he was basically one of the hugest morons ever... dave ross wasn't taking him seriously at all, and basically refuted every single point this dude tried to make. in my opinion, he made this guy look like an idiot. dave ross read that passage from the bible in samuel or whatever where god orders people to exterminate all women, children, men, and livestock from one of the opposing tribes of some biblical figure. the dude got all huffy and claimed he was twisting the words of the bible by offering up perverted examples of scripture. Dave Ross was like, what the hell, perverted? i just read that verbatim. all of us who were listening busted up laughing. anyways, the guy went on to claim that all muslims were terrible, basically because the weren't christian. he also said if i heard it correctly, that there would be peace if the stupid muslims could just break down and finally accept the christan moral code as the right way to live.
it got pretty rediculous. this guy was a boob, and ended up looking like an idiot. even still, the guy left the interview claiming he had proven his point, and that things had gone well for him. this is why religious debates are stupid. I try not to involve myself in them. i'm not trying to push stereotypes or anything here, but a lot of the christian people i've met who have insisted on debating religion have been impossible to reason with. online, pretty every forum or whatever you read, there will be a debate about religion. it pretty much ALWAYS ends with the atheists/pagans/agnostics/muslims/buddhists/whatevers getting pissed and refusing to argue anymore, and the fundamentalist christians who were still arguing poorly thought out points filled with baseless statements of the absolute claimed a grand victory in the name of the lord. there are some people who can debate for christianity very well. i have met and discussed religion with people and we have both left satisfied not because either of us proved any points, but because we came to understand how the other person was thinking better. i'm sorry, but most fundamentalist christians can't debate the topic worth shit because they aren't even willing to THINK that christianity might not be the right answer for everyone. it is a topic that can't be decided one way or another. most people just get annoyed and stop discussing it after a while. this is why i don't discuss religion with other people very often, because it is usually just a huge waste of time that pisses me off and leaves me annoyed and ranting.
anyways, flame on, i don't really care. people have gotten pissed at me before for saying similar things. i'm not denouncing christianity, just a small portion of christians who make me mad. its one of those "God protect me from your followers" type deals.
Monday, August 05, 2002
bloop bloop...
moments of genius, so easy to pass by. every time i sit and write, i just hope i will manage to hit one in mid sentance somehow. if i write long enough, it always seems to happen. but the longer i wait in between writing, the longer it takes to hit. i think when i write like daily, my mind is more in tune with its inner genius, so i hit them a lot more often. thusly, writing becomes mroe and more frustrating for me, because even though this is a personal log thing, i am driven by this need to entertain. so i figure if i'm going to write crap, why write at all???
there is a serious serious flaw with this. my crap ends up being some of the greatest stuff ever. i mean, you go back to some of my blogs back in the day that start of like "bloop bloop wankenheimer i have nothing to write about" and they end up being these huge thought out jewels of unbridaled crazyness.
what it really comes down to, is that i really enjoy writing. even if you think what comes out is crap, i think i am one of the greatest writers in modern history. i don't care what all the other members of this so called modern history think, i'm a genius when i hit that sweet spot. which is a lot. i'm just a genius, is what it works out too.
bwaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
i need to find a place to live in september. i haven't really done anything at all too look. i sent out like 2 emails, thats all i've really done. its not going to cut it. the longer i put it off, the bigger the possibility of living out of my car becomes. that would be ass. i'm just so lazy. i mean, i've been getting these stupid girls gone wild things for months and months and months, and all i need to do is call my credit card company and have them stop payment to these stupid fucks and they'll stop sending them. but i don't. i'm so lazy.
i don't understand how these girls gone wild people are allowed to stay in business. there is literally no way to contact them to cancel your subscription. they never tell you that you are signing up for a subscription, at least i didn't know. then the keep charging your credit card over and over. they give a phone number to contact if you have any questions, but this phone number is disconnected and doesn't work. sending things to their po box doesn't work. any attempts at email contact end up sending you a form email with an ad for their website. it is absolutely retarded. who cares if worldcom has been hiding earnings, sic the financial justice hounds on freaking girls gone wild so i can cancel my damn subscription without having to bug my credit card company to block all payments to this stupid company.
i hate the phone. i think the phone is the bastard spawn of satan. i don't really know why i hate it so much. all though, for some reason at the wedding reception i was at recently, i busted out an old repressed story about getting hit in the head with a phone as punishment when i was about 4 or 5....... suddenly it makes a little more sense. anyways, i really hate talking to people on the phone. it seems like a silly thing, but i actually have some sort of wierd phobia that keeps me from say, picking up the phone to order a pizza. its kind of annoying, i think.
hating the phone makes me hate a lot of things, like apartment shopping. i mean jesus, you have to call people about apartments. i'm not a fan of taking responsibility and such anyways, but taking responsibility that also involves massive amounts of phone calls? FUCK ME. i'm getting butterflys in my stomach just writing about it. this is bad.....
anyways, time to hit up the seattle times classifieds. fucked...........
wankout
moments of genius, so easy to pass by. every time i sit and write, i just hope i will manage to hit one in mid sentance somehow. if i write long enough, it always seems to happen. but the longer i wait in between writing, the longer it takes to hit. i think when i write like daily, my mind is more in tune with its inner genius, so i hit them a lot more often. thusly, writing becomes mroe and more frustrating for me, because even though this is a personal log thing, i am driven by this need to entertain. so i figure if i'm going to write crap, why write at all???
there is a serious serious flaw with this. my crap ends up being some of the greatest stuff ever. i mean, you go back to some of my blogs back in the day that start of like "bloop bloop wankenheimer i have nothing to write about" and they end up being these huge thought out jewels of unbridaled crazyness.
what it really comes down to, is that i really enjoy writing. even if you think what comes out is crap, i think i am one of the greatest writers in modern history. i don't care what all the other members of this so called modern history think, i'm a genius when i hit that sweet spot. which is a lot. i'm just a genius, is what it works out too.
bwaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
i need to find a place to live in september. i haven't really done anything at all too look. i sent out like 2 emails, thats all i've really done. its not going to cut it. the longer i put it off, the bigger the possibility of living out of my car becomes. that would be ass. i'm just so lazy. i mean, i've been getting these stupid girls gone wild things for months and months and months, and all i need to do is call my credit card company and have them stop payment to these stupid fucks and they'll stop sending them. but i don't. i'm so lazy.
i don't understand how these girls gone wild people are allowed to stay in business. there is literally no way to contact them to cancel your subscription. they never tell you that you are signing up for a subscription, at least i didn't know. then the keep charging your credit card over and over. they give a phone number to contact if you have any questions, but this phone number is disconnected and doesn't work. sending things to their po box doesn't work. any attempts at email contact end up sending you a form email with an ad for their website. it is absolutely retarded. who cares if worldcom has been hiding earnings, sic the financial justice hounds on freaking girls gone wild so i can cancel my damn subscription without having to bug my credit card company to block all payments to this stupid company.
i hate the phone. i think the phone is the bastard spawn of satan. i don't really know why i hate it so much. all though, for some reason at the wedding reception i was at recently, i busted out an old repressed story about getting hit in the head with a phone as punishment when i was about 4 or 5....... suddenly it makes a little more sense. anyways, i really hate talking to people on the phone. it seems like a silly thing, but i actually have some sort of wierd phobia that keeps me from say, picking up the phone to order a pizza. its kind of annoying, i think.
hating the phone makes me hate a lot of things, like apartment shopping. i mean jesus, you have to call people about apartments. i'm not a fan of taking responsibility and such anyways, but taking responsibility that also involves massive amounts of phone calls? FUCK ME. i'm getting butterflys in my stomach just writing about it. this is bad.....
anyways, time to hit up the seattle times classifieds. fucked...........
wankout
