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Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Yes! My site looks great. I just gotta put up to "under construction" pages for my projects and resume sections...and I'm done (for now). It was a wild ride of frustrations!!
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Damn! I finally got the archives working again. It's a little primitive compared to my last setup, but it'll have to do for now. It's almost 4AM in the morning...I'm tired. ¶3:48 AM e-mail me (0) comments Sunday, December 29, 2002 The new site goes up Jan 1st at 12PM. This is the best work I've ever done for a website. Hope you enjoy it (but I don't care if you do or not). ¶2:09 PM e-mail me (0) comments Saturday, December 28, 2002 Well today was pretty horrible at work. Catch Me If You Can was running 30 minutes late because a bulb or two burned out (and a lot of other technical crap). Well, I was on the stand when this happened. People were in the theater house waiting for it to start. Of course, people started coming out to complain. They were mostly old people because this was around 2PM. "What's going on? ...How long before it starts again?" ..One guy pissed me the hell off!!! "What's going on?" "Technical Difficulties." "Well that's obviously, what exactly is going on?" I didn't freaking know at that time. Well, I knew...but I couldn't explain someone the problem when I don't understand it myself. I told him, "I'm not upstairs. I'm not a projectionist. If it's that big of a problem you can get you money back and not see it at all." I said it very firmly, but agitated. I really really wanted to say, "I don't fucking know! Get the fuck out!" But I couldn't of course. It was horrible. Anyway, it started at 2:30PM instead of 2 like it was suppose to. So it gets worse. Because it started 30 minutes later, that means that the next showing would run very late as well. So many people (60 at the most) were pooring in to see this damn Tom Hanks movie (all old white rascist folk). I had to tell each one what the problem was....EACH ONE!!! Over and over again. Not to mention I had to deal with all the other people coming in. So there were piles of people in the lobby. Each one was a little pissed off because they had to wait. Each one, asking me over and over again about the situation with the movie. I wanted to get a shotgun and shoot each one. I was so stressed out. Thank God the movie got out and it was cleaned hastely, because I couldn't take it any longer. From that moment on, I refused to watch the stand. There's only so much an usher can take. Ahhhh! Anyway, I work tomorrow 6 - CL. Time to work on the site design some more. ¶9:18 PM e-mail me (0) comments Friday, December 27, 2002 Hmmm, today...I didn't nothing. I played about 2 more hours of Metroid Prime. I've about halfway done with it. It says I've been playing it for 13 hours, but it's more than that! I've died many times after a lot of time spent exploring. I can't wait until I beat it all, because I want to do it over on HARD. It's so fun. I feel sorry for PS2-only owners now, I really do. I don't give a fat fuck about Gand Theft Auto, I really don't. My friend showed me Dark Cloud for PS2, and that seemed a lot more entertaining. Anyway, I'm taking a shower now. Time for work. (6 - Closing)...YES! It's Friday! That means lots of people. I actually get to work tomorrow as well. Saturday nights are always fun because I get to kick people out. I've got to always come up with new ways of telling someone "GET THE HELL OUT!" I swear, it's therapy. Adios. ¶4:34 PM e-mail me (0) comments Thursday, December 26, 2002 Hell yeah! I just finished the design layout! Tomorrow, I'm going to build it. It should be finished by Sunday if I'm lucky. Since I have FTP access here at home, I can have lots of fun with images! ¶11:07 PM e-mail me (0) comments The History of Michael Jackson's Face ¶10:32 PM e-mail me (0) comments Did Adam and Eve have navals?? Is there anything easier done than said? Why are things typed up but written down? Why doesn't the glue in the bottle dry up? Why is it that rain drops but snow falls? What's the opposite of opposite? Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard? If you're in hell, and are mad at someone, where do you tell them to go? More crazy thoughts here. ¶4:52 PM e-mail me (0) comments Oh yeah. I'm currently working on a new site design. It's so hard to think of an idea for your site, and then convert that into something concrete. Very hard. It takes days. It took me about 2 weeks to create its current design layout (even though it's crappy). I had to work yesterday, but it wasn't that bad of a Christmas. Besides not getting any presents, I did get to see LOTR: The Two Towers for the 3rd time (cough::: for free of course). It never gets old. Well, back to work. ¶3:12 PM e-mail me (0) comments Tuesday, December 24, 2002 I had to work today. It was alright...I hate being nice to people. "Merry Christmas....merry christmas....blah blah." Sometimes I don't feel like being happy. And it sucks because it's my job to be nice and happy towards people. But whatever, I got through it. We closed around 8 today, so that was cool. I stayed and watch Harry Potter. That movie was pretty cool...I was sort of scared when all the spiders were crawling all over the place (arachnophobia -- I can't spell that). Is it just me, or does living under the same roof with your parents suck ass? Why the hell are there grown adults who still live with there parents? Seriously, when I hit that certain age (around 25)...I will never live with my parents every again. I would whether be a country hobo!! (not a city hobo because there's nowhere to sleep!) Well, it's time to play Animal Crossing. It's Christmas in there, and I want my fucking gifts (b/c those are going to be the only gifts that I get). Laters. ¶10:51 PM e-mail me (0) comments Monday, December 23, 2002 ...xI....xam....xbored...xso....xI....xam....xposting...xsomething (I take no credit for this joke. I found it at dirtyjokpost.com ...one of my fabulous jokes is further below it.) 2 guys are drinking at a bar when one turns to the other & says "Right, time I was going home, the wife only lets me have 4 beers" His friend says, "No, no, no, that'll never do. You should do what I do. Drink as many beers as you can fit down you, follow that with 5 tequilas, 3 whiskeys & a bourbon! Then go home, shove your head under the blanket & lick your wifes pussy like crazy, she WONT complain after, trust me!" So the 1st guy says "FUCK IT!!",, gets tanked and wobbles home. After he stumbles up the stairs he opens the bedroom door, and without hesitation, dives under the blanket and licks away! After 5 minutes he figures "Right, best go wash up or she'll never kiss me like this " So off to the bathroom he goes. When he gets there he see's his wife, laid there in the bath reading a book. "What the fuck!!" he shouts out. "SHUSH!!" she wispers back to him "You'll wake your mother!!" ¶11:32 PM e-mail me (0) comments It's been a great day. I woke up around 11AM...I would have slept until 2PM but my mom got me up. She sort of made breakfast; she made the bacon and the eggs, and left it up to me whether or not to make a sandwich. I attempted to get through this one part in Metroid Prime, and it's just kicking my ass. I've been playing for about 12 hours...all that time, the enemies were very easy to kill. Now all of a sudden, the enemies have an AI and strategize my death. They hide...and some are even invisible (when I encounter invisible ones, I have to flip on my infared visor). The game is hard now. I can just kill everything that movies now, I have to think ahead. It transformed into a first person adventure into a first person shooter. I feel like I'm playing Unreal tournament or something. Besides that minor setback, lives been good. I'm really enjoying spending time with friends. Dammit! I got to pick up sticks in the front yard. Dammit! I forgot about that! We have around 11 pine trees in the front yard alone, and here in Anderson (SC) there was a really bad ice storm. Basically a lot of tree limbs and whole trees fell. It's my job to pick that shit up. I have to put on my work boots, and put on my gloves and safetly goggles ...and get to work. I really love living in this countrified suburbia, and that was sarcasm. I thought of this joke...this is totally original, but anyone can come up with it (and probably has). pimp: what's wrong? hooker: I don't want to talk about it. pimp: Come on! You can tell me anything....you're one of my finest bitches. hooker: haha, okay. ....I don't know how to explain it. I really like giving guys blowjobs, but sometimes I just want to tell them "Get that shit out of my face!" pimp: and? hooker: AND...usually when I'm in that mood, I just give the guys really good slippery handjobs. But I just hate myself for not giving those guys all of me...you know? pimp: true true. Well, as long as your ass is making me money...don't worry about it. It's understandable. From all the bitches I've slapped, er...um, talked to I'll share these words of wisdom with you. Giving blowjobs has its ups and downs. pimp: BITCH! You better fucking remember that! Now take your ass on to that fucking corner. hooker: (she's crying w/ her hand up to where she was slapped) Yes Big Daddy Kane. If you didn't find that funny, oh well. My sense of humor is a far from avaerage. But I know it's pretty cool. What's more entertaining than a pimp slapping his bitch? Okay okay, maybe a pimp doing a round house kick up side her head. And maybe while she's on the ground, he pisses all over her. Whatever. ¶5:03 PM e-mail me (0) comments I got this nifty new program...iBlog. I'm just checking to see if it works. If it does...move over Chimera because OmniWeb is taking over (Mac OS X browsers if you didn't know). ¶2:57 PM e-mail me (0) comments Sunday, December 22, 2002 Sorry I haven't been updating this thing regularly...to be honest I just don't have time. I don't enjoy surfing on the net and updating my blog now that I'm back on a 56K modem...just not enough motivation to wait and wait and wait. So updates are going to be pretty sporadic. Just wait until school starts again, buhahaha. Also, I'm planning on changing my design layout (once again). I'm bored with this crappy blue on blue on some more blue look. And...I'm trying my damnest to make some flash animations. I've got lots of ideas for a cartoon series, but I just don't have the patience to learn how to be a "computer artist" and animator. Maybe I need to get a partner or something. I shoot out the ideas, and he/she makes it happen. I'll be the director in a sense. I saw Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers finally! I was so mesmerized. I was getting pissed off when the people in the audience was laughing at Gollum/Smeagol. Sure he has his funny moments, but he's not the comedic relief! Gimli is. Smeagol was have an extreme psychological breakdown and people were laughing at him. He's not a real person, but he is a character/actor. *SPOILER* (highlight to read) Gollum was plotting to kill Sam and Frodo, and people in the audience was laughing. This is serioius shit! The fact that people were laughing at this "real" creature have real problems only emphasizes that they do not know a damn thing about The Lord of the Rings. It's not just a cheap way to get entertained....this is a theatrical representation of a 3 part novel that has changed the lives of many people who've read it. Well...it just helped them get sent off into the magical world. I don't know...basically, by laughing at Gollum I felt like they were laughing at all the people who are seriously into it. Yeah...I guess it was insulting. Oh, and I blurted out "That shit isn't funny!" really loud. (no, I'm not making that up). It was an amazing movie...and it's just makes me want to watch again and again. And since I work at the movie theaters, it's possible...buhahaha! ¶3:40 PM e-mail me (0) comments Thursday, December 19, 2002 I've been sleeping a lot. I just woke up, and usually I wake up around 10AM. But, it might be because I've been going to bed around 4AM everynight. What do you think? I missed an employer meeting last night. I was too busy playing video games with friends. I have great work ethics, but it just totally slipped my mind. The managers better understand that I'm just getting back in the game (plus I volunteered to work at the LOTRs midnight showing). My room is um, hellamessy (? I've always wanted to use hella-). I'll probably clean it up today, and possibly do the dishes. I don't know. There's nothing really to do here except go to the movies (to work and watch movies), play video games, play video games with friends, and go cruising at night with friends. I'm not complaining. I might get together a little group and drive to Six Flags or something. I haven't been there in about 5 years. Now that we're on the subject of driving...I really love driving my car. I missed it. I put one of those College of Charleston decals in the back window...that's righ, I'm representing. Of course, everyone has Clemson in their window around here. Clemson can go screw itself because they don't have any music degrees available. I bought Snatch, and 007 NightFire. Basically just finding out how to waste my money. I'm buying a home theater complete with surround sound and everything. I'm thinking about bringing it to college with me. Not so much for the movies, but for the games. All gamecube only games have surround sound built in(!) unlike PS2. Surround Sound is built into the gamecube hardware; but for PS2, developers have to encode it onto the disc (so it's software surround sound). the first PS2 surround sound game was SSX. A little history for you people there. Anyway, it's going to be 5.1 surround sound....and I just don't know where to put all the speaker in my dorm room. Oh nevermind! It'll be perfect. It's just going to take some teamwork with my roommate. The rear speakers will go just in front of our beds, the mid speakers will go next to our dressers (the side in front of our beds), and then the subwoofer and all with go between the dressers. With one speaker on top of mine. I might have to move the refrigerator and microwave next to our sink where my chest is at. That makes more sense anyway. But(!) I'm getting one. I'm sure it'll make my dorm room the shizznet...and it'll make me feel a lot better being crammed up in there when there's surround sound in there. I was going to bring my tv so that I can play my games whenever the hell I want to....or we could hook our game systems to my tv and cable televisions to his tv. That way when one of us is watching tv, the other can play a game. It'll just be complicated though because when I play games, I need it to be loud. ESPECIALLY WHILE PLAYING METROID PRIME...OH MY GOD! It's so amazing. I'm basically just buying it for the subwoofer. At the moment, I prefer watching DVDs off my iBook or my iMac because both of them have subwoofers. The lord of the rings movie has so much low frequency sequences...it sends chills down my spine. Anyway...blah. ¶2:40 PM e-mail me (0) comments Wednesday, December 18, 2002 Oh yes! It's working again! I haven't been able to publish anything...bloggers been stubborn. I saved this post from 2 days ago: I hate this crap! I had this beautiful post, and blogger couldn't handle it or something. I don't feel like doing it over, because it'll be totally different from what I was saying. I was talking about me not enjoying the country. How I went to bed at 5AM, and my dad got me up at 9:30AM to help him clean up a couple of trees that fell over. Blah blah, bitch bitch. Then I started talking about how I'm really enjoying my job...and that my ability to socialize depends on the environment. Plus! I'm questiong something: everytime I come home, why the hell do I always want to leave? I should want to spend time with my family. I really enjoy spending times with friends...it's just the family part. Maybe I've just been so spoiled over my life, that I'm just tired of it. I want to actually try to do something on my own for a change. Who knows. This post was so freaking long, but again...blogger screwed it up. The bitches! So there. tonight I was suppose to see a preview for Lord of the Rings, the Two Towers, but the manager made a last minute change. Because we sold out on all 3 screenings of it, he didn't want employees in there because it's not fair for the people who didn't get tickets. Screw that! But anyway, that's alright. I'll se it next week sometimes. Everythings going cool. I'm working and luvin' it. I've just been laying around playing video games and hanging out with friends...what more can I ask for? ¶2:31 AM e-mail me (0) comments ... ¶2:26 AM e-mail me (0) comments Saturday, December 14, 2002 I'm back at home. It's sort of beautiful. I camed home...threw my luggage in the floor of my room, and just laid in my perfect junior sized bed. I was home again. It was around 2AM when I got in (like 2 days ago). I should have went to bed, but no(!!!!!), I had to watch tv. I "watched tv" until 4AM in the morning. That was fun. The next day, I woke up at around 2PM. In my bed, I can sleep in it all fucking day. The bed I gotta sleep in at my dorm sucks so much ass. In that monstrosity, I get up at 9AM no matter what time I go to bed because my bed just wants to get the hell out of it. Alright, so that day...I went to Wal-Mart to get another memory card for my gamecube, and also an ethernet crossover cable (so I could hook up network iMac and my iBook together). Then! I went to EBGames. EBGames is obviously a place to get games. Well, you can also trade in game you don't want anymore. I traded in THPS3, THPS4 (because I've tired of it), Extrem3 G3, and something else (I can't remember). That gave me $55 dollars...I bought Metroid Prime(!), and Metroid Fusion(!). The games are amazing. I can't believe the gamecube has so much power. PS2 could never pull something like this off. And on top of that, there are no load screens!!! After my initial orgasm, I stopped playing them around 1AM. Then, I "watched tv" until 3AM or so. Okay okay, stay with me now (lol). Yesterday, I had to work! I was so excited! Everything is exactly like I remembered it. That Thursday, I got to see Star Trek: Nemesis for free (of course). That was amazing. So...everyone who worked there when I was working is still working there (say that 3 times fast). But(!) The Managers have all switched personalities. And a couple of people quit (including one of my working buddies). Everybody is my working buddy. All we do is talk and goof off! It's so boring at times, it basically forces you to interact with everyone...not that it's forcing me. I wish I was working more (so I can get out of this house). I just work next Mon, and that's it for the week. I got a surprise though...I had an $100 dollar check waiting on me, so that was cool. All the customers are funnier than ever! Let me...this woman was gonna watch Drumline with her baby crying threw the whole entire thing. I had to put a stop to that nonsense right away. "Mam, you're going to have to take your child out because I don't want you to disturb any of the other people." ...."Sure, I'm sorry." She never did come out of the theater. "Screw it." I thought. If the other people got a problem with it, they can come get me. See, an usher doesn't have to enforce authority until someone complains about it. Blah blah... Finally, today...I'm getting a haircut. I was trying to let it all grow out, but it's not working. Some of my co-workers was asking me "So you're going for that African look?" lol....hell no I'm not. (It was a black guy who said it, if that matters.) I'm going back to my job to see drumline tonight. I guess I'll use my free ticket to watch it. (I'm telling you, the movie theater is that best job.) Then, I'll come home and play MEtroid Prime. All the animals in Animal Crossing are missing! I haven't seen them in a couple of days. I bet cockroaches are all over my house. ¶12:40 PM e-mail me (0) comments Wednesday, December 11, 2002 Well...it's a sad sad day, sort of. My roommate just left. I have to wait until 8:30PM! Goodness! The first thing I'm doing when I get home is driving my car to Wal-Mart in order to buy Metroid Prime. Then, I'm going to the movie theaters the next day to check my schedule. I'm so glad that get to work again. OMG! I love being an usher! Plus(!) ...I know some of you faithful readers remembers all the funny shit that happened to me when I was working there last (in my version 1 blog). This is one of those transitional moments in a college guy's life. Now, I'm just saying goodbye to all of my friends (yep, I made friends...I'm not anti-social like some of you perceive). Well, my next post is going to be from home :-) !! ¶2:24 PM e-mail me (0) comments Tuesday, December 10, 2002 I am so happy right now. I finished my last exam 2 hours ago! After the exam...I literally felt like I was walking on top of a river of beautiful bitches, each one licking the bottom of my feel as I step on face after face. Yep, it was a weird feeling. So...I'm going to find somewhere to go. I feel like bugging some of my friends who still have exams to study for. ¶5:04 PM e-mail me (0) comments 3 hours ago, I had a serious panic attack or something. I wanted to cause serious harm to someone someway. My palms were all sweaty....and I would see someone, and think..."Don't fucking say a word to me or i will punch the fuck out of you." And when I got to my room, I was so close to getting kicked out of College Lodge. I took 4 alka-selzers and 4 tylenols (together)...and just ran into the shower. I wasn't in control. I was so broke down. All this stress from my History exam...but then I figured out it wasn't the stress from that exam. The reason I was so upset was because I was so mad at myself for being so defensive when people cracked jokes about me just to play around. I'm was so tired of not knowing why I can't talk to one person, and how I can talk and talk and talk to another. I wanted to know why!!! Why was I so defensive, and why is it hard for me to "talk talk talk" to everyone? I figured it out, and I'm so happy and ::cough:: calm now. (I had a very interesting conversation with myself.) The reason I'm defensive is because I'm a very paranoid person. I'm always thinking people are making fun of me, and when they do under any context (playing or what not), I get so goddammed defensive. Then I got mad at myself for being paranoid. Then I thought, "maybe I should just laugh it off." Then I thought, "Hell no, because you don't want to hide your feelings and be this guy who lets people walk all over you." I'm proud that I'm so defensive, because I'm being real. I'm not this fake person. I'm being myself, and if a person has a problem with it...they can kiss my ass. Fuck you if you're gonna clown on me in front of people; I don't have to be a good little boy and laugh it off. The reason I can talk to one person, and block someone out of my "talk to" list is simple. Again, I'm not being fake. If I don't have any connection with someone, I'm not going to be fake and pretend to be interested in what someone says. Screw that! That's why I'm a quiet people around certain people....it explains a lot. I'm proud of myself once again, for just being real. I'm not pretending to naturally always have something to say to someone. I've been mad at myself for not talking to certain people, but now I know it is okay. I'm not suppose to be able to talk to everyone. The ability to talk to someone on a level I'm comfortable (not this..."what's up" blah blah small talk shit), is something I cannot control. I can't flip the switch and change my personality like a lot of people. I've learned through my experiences that being myself is the way to be. I've been being myself all this time, and didn't know it. When a person ever talks to me, they are getting me...not some projected image of me in order to be socialable. If we're not compatible, we're not compatible. There's nothing I can do about it. And, there's some environments that I just do not function in. Another problem is that I analyze too many things. I just need to stop trying to guess what the situation is, before it happens. That's a real bad habit that I've always done in the past to protect myself from ...evil. And sometimes I make things more complex then they need to be. I've learned regardless of my problems, the best thing to do about them is to not worry about them. I have spent hours at night just looking up at the ceiling thinking about me. I think that's problematic. I'm creating my own problems by trying to figure them out! How fucked up is that? ¶12:11 AM e-mail me (0) comments Monday, December 09, 2002 Okay...I've found more info about those 59 ID words, and I've summarized my essay. Now all I gotta do is make an outline of my summarized essay, I've got 15 more words to find out about...and then I've got to memorize all of it! My essay summary is 3 pages long, and the 59 ID thing is 6. Yep, I'll be done in about 30 minutes ...after I've did 4 hours worth. All in all, it'll be 4 hours and 30 minutes. It's gonna be great! I'm so glad this is going to be my last exam. I'm seriously gonna be so happy after the exam is over (regardless of how bad I did on it). ...I'm fealing dizzy. I misspelled "feeling"...what the hell?? How the heck did that happen? Don't mistake my comedic antics for me being in a good mood, I'm still in a bad one. ¶7:17 PM e-mail me (0) comments It's really sad saying goodbye to these professors. I don't want it to be sad! I'm suppose to be a happy little son of a bitch because I'm not ever gonna see those horrid professors again (or until next semester). Oh well...it's not making me depressed, lol. I'm pretty sure I'll get over it. I took my Japanese exam 3 hours ago....I know I made either a B+ or A-, I can feel it. I invested 2 hours into it, when 45 minutes was all that was needed. Yep, a serious overkill. History, is another subuject all together. I've invested 5 or so hours, and I still don't know enough to make an F+ on the exam. I don't know what to do. And sometime today, I've gotta make an essay....and then memorize it. Not to mention learn the significance of 59 things that we've gone over (from a list). I can only find info on 40 of the 59....which is not good. I'm really stressed out, and don't feel like talking to anyone. I'm freaking out. I really hope no one pisses me off today because I'm not in the mood. Well, this is the end of my 30 minute break. I'm going down to the library to learn all of this crap, and make an essay, and blah. I really should cram it all on one night because it's not healthy...but I have no other choice. I'm gonna be so happy after my history exam tomorrow at 12Pm. Nirvana. ¶3:43 PM e-mail me (0) comments Sunday, December 08, 2002 Oooo, this is gonna be one of those link enhanced posts, so get ready... You know what I need right now that would make me the happiest person in the whole entire world (Go here: BSNN.net)? You don't!?? Damn, what's wrong with you? It's nothing you'd think, trust me. I need a slot-loading mini disc drive in the back of my head (like for DVD disc the size of gamecube's little disc). Then, I need a History103 disk to slide right in there. From there, everything I could possibly want to know about History103 will be has simple as ripping a CD. Well, I need two things...I also need a gun so that I can injure (not kill) all the people around me that I'd rather not see ever again in my life. So you can clearly see how those 2 needs are similar, right? I thought so.  Sometimes I wish I was Taz (you know, from looney tunes). I would look just like that guy, walking down the street. Just look at him! He's so confident, because he gets to slobber on everyone and have a valid excuse ...."Yo, I can't help it! ...I'm Taz." Not that I want to slobber on everyone. He has an evil quality about him, yet everyone like him. Which looney tunes character do you identify best with? You should ask people that question, because you can learn so much about him/her. It's a very interesting thing to think about.
Last night...I'm not even going to call it a party, it was more like a social. Nothing worthy of mentioning happened. Everyone was really cool, and having fun. Some had more fun than others, but that's only natural. I was really sleepy because I had woked up early that morning to take an English exam (which I kicked major ass on!!!). When I'm sleepy, I'm either really talkative and crazy (when I'm around people I feel comfortable with) ....or I'm really quiet and too myself (when I want to get the hell out of there because I'm totally uncomfortable). I'm a hard person to please. I have very severe mood swings...I'm still trying to figure out what triggers them so I can appear to be a more enjoyable person to be around. Regardless of how much fun I appeared to be having, ...I had fun. Me being out of my dorm room equals fun for me. Me being inside of my dorm room equals a sharp pain in the back of my throat that eventually causes blood to spew out of my mouth into the floor, and then death by spontaneous combustion. Or something like that. There you go, I hope you enjoy it. I did searches on google, and put the funniest results. Boredom can make a person do anything. ¶3:37 PM e-mail me (0) comments Friday, December 06, 2002 Man! I've been forgetting to update this thing lately. I've been out of my dorm room most of the time. You know what I'm doing? Hanging out with friends. That's about it. Talk talk talk talk...at first I would seem like a talkative person. Well I am. Get over it America. I paid off my debt in Animal Crossing...that's right! 150,000 bells! I've got a basement in my house now...it took long enough. I wish I had other people to play the game with. I've been writing emails to a lot of my friends lately. Just one more week and I'm out of this hell hole. It doesn't feel like hell when I'm hanging out with friends, but it feels like hell when I'm stuck in my dorm room. Ijust can't take it anymore! I hate this room. I feel so claustrophic. I feel like this is one big experiment...what happens when you put an apple and an orange in the same room together? Will the apple and orange get along and make koolaid? Or will they just remain in the same position and rot? I'm rotting. I'm bringing my TV next semester. Video games keep me sane, and without the freedom to play anytime...I'm loosing it! I'm trying to get a job a < href="http://www.nintensity.com" target="top">Nintensity.com...I feel like writing a lot of stuff about gamecube. I passionately love the gamecube, and passionately hate the PS2. HA HA HA! XBox is a joke. So farewell...I'm gonna work ono an English essay now. ¶12:21 PM e-mail me (0) comments Wednesday, December 04, 2002 I don't feel like talking about that party. It just isn't important. I went to a party and got my penis felt up, big deal. I had one of the best conversations with someone, or at least one of those beefy ones that only come every once in a while. There was a gay man (I'm assuming he was gay because he's one of those girly gay guy things) ask me what was my shoe size; I say 12 and he was like "Mmmm." "What's your shoe size child?" "12" "MmmmmMmmm" That was strange. I hung out with several people. I was just out that whole day. I got back around 5AM in the morning...and I was a little tipsy. I was drinking alcohol with pineapples and fruit punch mixed in. It was a good time, and I've waited entirely too long to go out and semi-party. Anyway, it's exam time! I'm hating it. I had this Computer Science exam this morning at 8AM ...it kicked my ass. I knew the information, I just didn't know how to put those thoughts into words. Cunt! Some girls were talking about how they've called other girls cunts, and that whole weird conversation just popped into my head just now for no reason. "Excellent!" Cunt is one stupid ass word, but yet I feel so dirty saying it! You try it! Scream out cunt and tell me that you don't feel dirty saying it. You can't because you do feel dirty, haha (or maybe I'm no where near you for you to tell me, whatever). I made some poetry, and put them on my desktop. I'll give you a sample:
I had a gig today. I played my trombone at a Christmas thing for kids. It was pretty good. We were sight-reading this music right off the bat, and performing it in front of a huge crowd. Let me tell ya, I play a lot better under pressure. Before the performance, I was missing everything. But when the people started showing up, something started taking over me. I felt like a ...musician. No these dumbass rappers, or mellowed mass produced 70s wanna be aritist, or those pop singers who's songs all sound alike. I felt like a real musician. Goddammit! I AM A MUSICIAN (note: musicians get paid ...ching ching) ¶8:46 PM e-mail me (0) comments Tuesday, December 03, 2002 I've been really busy lately. I'll write a nice juicy post of all the details of that party I went to last night. I ended up getting back to my dorm around 5:30AM! Yep. Me: Mr. "Talk Shit About People" and "antisocial" partied. It was crazy. (It ended up with a interesting girl rubbing my crotch.) To be continued... ¶10:31 PM e-mail me (0) comments Monday, December 02, 2002 My Japanese, Music Theory 1, Music Lab, and CSCI 220 classes are unofficially over. I made a B in Music Theory. I hope I score around that in all my other classes. It's funny...now at the end of my semester, I'm finally organized! What a waste. Things are going good. The music as not stopped yet. It's gonna keep going and going and going. No one gonna press stop. (Sorry for all the abstract talking...I'm feeling philosophical for some reason.) Keeps those opinions coming. You people are so emotional; I guess that's a good thing. One Al Gore is plenty. ¶3:40 PM e-mail me (0) comments Day Two: Juror #1: We find the defendant, Keddaris, guilty of "talking shit about people" in the 1st degree. Me: Nooooo! The crowd goes wild Judge: Order in the court goddammit! I will not allow this courtroom to be turned into a circus. The crowd shuts the hell up. Keddaris, I sentence you to death by way of electric chair. You're getting fried you hypocritical, double standard, lonely ass mother fucker! I start crying, and looking pathetic......2 months later, I'm sitting in a chair all strapped and ready to burn. Executioner: You ready to die? Me: Sure. The executioner puts his hand on the handle that will end my life in a split second [or two]. He turns and looks at the doo-hickey guy. Doo-Hickey Guy: in a country accent...Any last statements you dirty ass bitch ho? Me: Yeah. I don't ever talk shit about people. What I do is a [sort of] character profiling. I say things about people, but they're not just assumptions and dumbass ignorant statements. Talking shit about someone is when you just say all these wild crazy things about someone (like call them gay), without having the evidence or proof to back it up. Yes, I talked about someone, put I wasn't talking shit. I wasn't purposely degrading his/her human existence, why would I do that? I'm not Mr. Perfect, lol. Yes I criticize other people, but I equally, if not more, criticize myself. And it's all constructive. That's my skill...identifying and profiling other people. I've done it all of my life, and I'm not gonna stop anytime soon. And some people say I should say these things to their faces. Well, throughout all of my fucking life, people have talked shit about me to my face and behind my back. I used to get pissed off about it, but now I know that that is gonna happen whether we like it or not. I just had to tolerate it. Thats what some of you fucks are gonna have to do. Tolerate. This blog is a collection of my sporadic and unorganized thoughts. I can't control them. Have the time I don't even know what the fuck I'm talking about. This site is my pathetic attempt to organize them somewhat. If I happen to be thinking about other people, my bad! I didn't know it wasn't okay to do that. The doo-hickey guy looks at the executioner and nods. The executioner responds with a semi-nod, followed by a wink. I embraced the chair handles, and bit down on the rubber mouth piece they considerately provided me with. The world seemed to freeze. For a couple of seconds, I realized that life was good. Even though there's a lot of outer-layer shit I had to dig through, the sweet center of the grotesque sphere of shit is pure goodness. I gently sneered at the doo-hickey guy. It was as if I was sneering at the entire world. I was looking the world straight into its eyes, and saying "FUCK YOU!" Isn't it funny how you feel the most alive ever in your life, when your life is about to be end? It most certainly is. To punish me for sharing my thoughts. To not only punish me, but to kill me for it. What does that say about humanity's ethics? The moral of the story. To tell someone to stop writing or censor what they say and think is the worse offense to a human being existence. In the half true fiction above...the only way you're gonna get me to stop saying what I want to say is to kill me. If you don't agree with me, you're dead to me. Without the right to freedom of speech, is life worth living? I'm fighting a great crusade against conformity in thoughts, dress, and speech. I'm for individualism, and the ability to express your truest feelings in a very public way. What are you for??? ¶11:15 AM e-mail me (0) comments Sunday, December 01, 2002 What a good way to kick off December! ¶11:51 PM e-mail me (0) comments Thank you scosborn. You have truly entertained me. Here's the deal. We're in court, and I'm on trial. The evidence is this site, the victims are the people I've supposedly "talked shit about." We enter the trial as the lawyers state there closing arguments. (This is a real email that I got from scosborn, and the following defense is my reply.) The Prosecution.... You want to talk shit on your gay little diaries, then that is fine. If The Defense... Ha ha ha ha. scosborn, FUCK YOU! ::cough:: ...with all due respect. ¶11:48 PM e-mail me (0) comments top September 2002 / October 2002 / November 2002 / December 2002 / January 2003 / February 2003 / March 2003 / April 2003 / May 2003 / June 2003 / July 2003 / August 2003 / September 2003 / October 2003 / November 2003 / December 2003 / January 2004 / February 2004 / March 2004 / April 2004 / May 2004 / June 2004 / July 2004 / August 2004 / September 2004 / October 2004 / November 2004 / December 2004 / January 2005 / February 2005 / March 2005 / April 2005 / May 2005 / June 2005 / July 2005 / August 2005 / September 2005 / October 2005 / November 2005 / December 2005 / January 2006 / February 2006 / March 2006 / April 2006 / May 2006 / August 2006 / October 2006 / December 2006 / April 2007 / August 2007 / September 2007 / November 2007 / January 2008 / February 2008 / March 2008 / April 2008 /
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