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Saturday, May 31, 2003
In the words of Stewie from Family Guy, "Blast!" I go to work today at 1:30, and I stay there until 10PM. I'm not upset about the hours (more money)...I'm upset because Finding Nemo is out. It's gonna be a night of dealing w/ kids and parents. The last kid's movie that came out when I had to work was Lilo & Stitch from last Summer. If you faithful readers out there remember, a couple of showings of it startef 40 minutes late. NOW THAT'S HELL. Angry fathers would come out and bitch at all the ushers - we would tell them the same crap over and over again. It seemed as if they didn't really care for the reason it's not working, they just want to "be the man" of the family and "handle the situation." So...overall it sucked. I'm sure Finding Nemo is going to attract an even larger crowd, so hopefully nothing problematic will happen. Please! No puke tonight! The good thing is that there will be about 5 ushers cleaning up, so we get to share the workload. (note: On weekdays, there's only 2 cleaning and managing the crowds)
Sooner or later, I'm gonna redesign my site once again. I'm tired of white; I want to go back to blue. Blue everything...it'll be a blue paradise. Blue and iTunes-metallic. It'll look great; and the iTunes window below will look like a mini-iTunes. Very cool. I'm one creative motherfucker when I feel like it. Adios and wish me luck for tonight. ¶11:43 AM e-mail me (0) comments Friday, May 30, 2003 I saw Wrong Turn last night (that's right, before anyone else could). I could have seen either Finding Nemo, or The Italian Job...but I felt like getting scared. Let me tell you a little about scary movies. In this day and age, it would seem that "jump behind the corner" screams in horror movies are a thing of the past now. The current trend in horror movies is this new psychological thing being done. First we saw this with The Sixth Sense; that movie raised moviegoers expectations for the thriller/horror genre. It didn't have too much gore...sure there was some "jump behind the corner" scares, but it was all done tastefully. The person watching was put inside that world in a way that was never done before. Not to mention there was a nice SHOCK at the end of the movie. Alright...people saw that, and then started watching that "jump behind the corner" movie - it was funny. People laughed at those "horror" movies because it was ridiculous, I know I did. Then the next mind blower, pschological, shock-at-end movie was The Ring. Next was They (which is overlooked by a lot of people...it actually scared the hell out of me). Next, Darkness Falls (I didn't get to see that). Meanwhile, movies like Jason X and House of a 1000 Corpses flop. People crave more than just "jump out behind the corner" horror now...we want to be mentally terrified long after the movie is over. Movies like these are fun, but not satisfying. That brings me to the subject of this post....and hopefully a new revival of the "jump out behind the corner" horror genre: Wrong Turn I saw it last night, and two words: "Hell yes." It is about damn time a modern (meaning after the early 90s) "jump out behind the corner" horror film...SCARES the FUCK out OF you! Sure some people out there are fearless about everything, but I like to consider myself as someone with average fearlessness. You know, I'm not afraid to be afraid...so to speak. This movie reminds me of a good Stephen King novel; the audience feels so close to the main characters that it actually hurts to see one of them in danger (or worse). Wow...so this movie has that "jump behind the corner"' fear in full effect. Nothing's Jason x about this movie. Let's talk about another thing about it....GORE!!! THERE IS SO MUCH FUCKING GORE IN THIS MOVIE. And it all looks so fucking realistic. It was horrible to watch (as it should be). For example, a head doesn't just get cut off like that....it gets pounded off. I mean...REALLY POUNDED OFF. Very realistic. Arms and Legs get chopped off as well. Trust me, I'm not giving anything away here. When you see the trailer for the film, and you see the poster...you don't expect to see the kinds of things your gonna see. Surround Sound. There's one scene when your in ....whoops, the characters (the movie is great about putting the audience in there with the characters), are in a house and theres flies buzzing around (don't worry, I won't give anything away). The movie takes advantage of surround sound, and it actually sounds like there's flies flying around and around your head. You can "trace" each fly is you want to..it's that cool. More on the shock factor, These kinds of films don't usually make me jump. This generation already assumes they've seen and gotten scared at everything these movie makes can think of....wrong. Several times, you feel like everything is okay....but then *CHOP!, BANG!, SLASH!, SCREAM!*, something scares the hell out of you, and hope is gone. Yes this is a great horror film. Yes this movie will be succesful because it's the only one out now. Yes it scared the hell out of me. Unfortunately, the story isn't that original. I'm an X-Files fanatic...I've seen all the episodes. Fans of The X-Files will instinctively realize that this is merely a movie adaptation of classic episode. And episode that had a viewer discretion is advised warning because of the graphic violence (OH YES, IT WAS VERY VIOLENT), and sex. I don't have anything bad to say about copying someone's ideas to make a profit off of it...everybody doest that (Microsoft). Maybe they could have giving The X-Files credit or something. It's alright. Actually, I think making movie adaptations of X-Files' episodes is a great idea in reviving this lacking "jump out behind the corner" horror genre. We don't want retarded revisions of Jason and Micheal Myers (Halloween). We want fresh intriguing stories. We want to not only watch a movie with people getting chased by killer(s)...we want to KNOW AND FEEL FOR THE CHARACTERS. Great characterization, and then throwing those people into extreme situations will go a long way. In this movie, WRONG TURN...it did. Do you agree? Did you like it? Have you seen it? Write me and let me know some of your opinions. ¶3:22 PM e-mail me (0) comments "The Matrix Reloaded has already grossed around $365 million worldwide." - http://filmforce.ign.com Keanu Reeves get's 12% of that because he contributed millions of dollars in the making of the film. The Film only costed $130 million to make surprisingly, so those are huge profits for everyone. I bet in the creators just used all their resources they stockpiled from the 1st film and used it for these sequels... Reloaded sucessfully maintains its stylish look, while making improvements of the amount of action and DETAILS. The amount of time giving to details throughout the movie are very impressive. The Wachoski brothers only get $22 million; yes, that seems meager. Take in to consideration what they are getting for the game, and the royalties they recieve from the soundtracks. As mentioned from filmforce, Warner Bros paid them $5.5 million for the script. Amazing. I'm still shocked that it only took $130 million to make. I guess having all that CG effects saves money on actually building sets, and buying all the camera rigs you'd need for the shots. I bet a majority of that went toward the training for the actors, more than anything. Well, they had to rent the entire city of Sidney (Australia) for goodness sakes. Amazing. Congratualation to Warner Bros. for really knowing how to create a highly sucessful franchise. I think it's safe to assume there will be a lot more sequels in the future...somehow. If it's possible to make Die Hard with a Vengeance, and a new Die Hard 4 in the works now, it's possible to make a sequel to anything. Well, maybe not Titanic. ¶2:50 PM e-mail me (0) comments Thursday, May 29, 2003 I bought the Matrix: Reloaded soundtrack, along with the Enter the Matrix game. Hooray for Warner Bros. They have successful created a francise where fans like myself with buy anything and everything that has "Matrix" on it. Unlike so many other franchises (Tomb Raider, Final Fantasy, most playstation 2 games, Dell and Gateway Computers), this Matrix stuff doesn't suck at all..and aren't the same thing over and over again. The soundtrack is amazing....this has got to be one of the first time techno-ish music was SCORED, totally in synch with the action and whatever. The mixture of ochestra, electronica, and vocals is successfully pulled off here; giving the soundtrack of The MAtrix: Reloaded a totally original vibe from any other movie (including the first). The game is great too. I love all the exclusive movie footage provided. It boasts over an hour of footage...all wide screen, and high quality. the game is great also. The first car sequence is probably one of the most actioned up things (if that makes sense). The use of actually heart thropping music (similar to the mona lisa overdrive heard during the car chase in the movie) was very enjoyable. I'm a Matrix fanatic now. I can't wait until the Animatrix comes out this Summer, and OF COURSE!!!! Matrix: REvolutions coming out November 7th. Aawwwww, life is good. ¶5:24 PM e-mail me (0) comments Monday, May 26, 2003 I'm still a little disturbed here. My roommate, or whoever the fuck that was, thinks I'm scared for not saying the shit I say I'm my website to his face. Not exactly. Proof of my fearlessness: I gave him the URL to my website. It's not like I was hiding behind the curtains or something. He didn't accidently uncover my site; I gave him the fucking URL. I'm not scared of shit. If I was a little chicken shit, I would have never gave him the URL in the first place. "Face the real [fucking] world" you say??? You face the real world you cultural disease (AHC....America's Hippy Cancer). ¶9:37 PM e-mail me (0) comments Saturday, May 24, 2003 From: Gildner81@***.com To: TBoneFever@mac.com if you haven't figured this out by now, you are a douche bag. your so gay you will probably report me to mac your slavemaster... all you can do is bitch on your computer instead of facing the real world.....bc your a fucking pussy. i own you. you fucking wanker. you once referred to me as a generic hippie, when in fact you are a generic band dork. take your trombone out of your ass and grow some nuts. get off your computer. it owns you. even more than i do. for real everyday i wanted to kick you in the nuts. and pour a beer down your throat. kermit. ***************************** My Reply...Just in case the general public doesn't get to read it, buahahaha. Oh yeah, I get to bitch on my computer. Disclaimer: I don't really know if this is my ex-roommate, or one of his friends. If it's one of my ex-roommate's friends, fuck off; go back to getting wasted or something - you're life's gonna be shit anyway. If this is my ex-roommate, please answer this (you don't have to read anything below if you don't want): You say: "all you can do is bitch on your computer instead of facing the real world" So does that mean you've been facing the real world? Does that mean people who have journals don't face the real world? You honestly think my life only consist of "bitching on [my] computer" ??? HAHAHAHA! This is very entertaining. Wow...you really are stupid. Out of the mindless rant you wrote, I've managed to understand some of your opinions. -- I'm a douche bag. What an original insult there; never heard that before (sarcasm). So I'm a tool that woman stick in their vaginas so they can do a little Spring cleaning in there. Why is that a bad thing? I'd rather be a douche bag than an academically retarded hippy with an unsuccessful future to look forward to. *shakes 8 ball thing and ask: "Will your life be worth a fuck?" *8 ball thing thing says: "Very unlikely." -- You own me. What the fuck does that shit mean? When and how have you started owning me? Are you drunk or something? Have you gotten back from yet another beer adventures? Let me give you a tip here: don't you ever try to make a coherent sentence...it's pointless and makes you appear even more stupid. Also, saying I'll probably refer to you as my slavemaster is pretty racist. Thank you for increasing how fucking angry I am at you. It's going to be fun to see you in person in the future...I wonder what'll happen. "It's okay man." "I don't really get mad at people." "Let's get wasted." - GILDNER81 -- I am so gay. Oooooo, that's suppose to hurt my feelings and makes me cry? That's suppose to insult the fuck out of me? It's suppose to disrespect my manhood (no I'm not talking about my penis)? Surprise...it doesn't. It's just a statement that has no fucking validity. What the fuck is wrong with you? -- I'm a fucking wanker. Oooooo, you're calling me a masturbator. -- I don't have nuts. Does that mean I never had the courage to tell you how I felt to your face? Fuck yeah I had the courage!!!!! Oh my GOD I had the fucking courage. In order to keep some peace in the room, and to avoid social interaction with pure stupidity...I chose not to. Trust me, typing away on the computer was preventing me from directly telling you shit ...it wasn't me avoiding telling you shit because I feared you. Ha. -- My computer owns me. You stupid dumb fuck. I'm a Computer Science Major. You stupid dumb fuck. My life revolves around computers because it's going to be in the cuture anyway. You stupid dumb fuck. -- Everyday you've wanted to kick me in the nuts, even though you say I don't have any. Okay bitch, why the fuck didn't you "kick me in the nuts" ?? Why didn't you "face the real world"?? You contradicting motherfucker. -- You wanted to pour beer down my throat??? Uh??????? -- I'm a generic band dork. Although I'm a band dork, I'm not a generic band dork. I'm a computer/band dork to be precise. Looks like you're not denying your genric hippy-ness, which is expected. I'm so fucking shocked at how close you were at making a point. You have no supporting arguments to back that statement up, therefore it's shit. Nothing more than shit; it doesn't mean anything unless there's proof. No wonder your a dumb motherfucker. I can call you a dumb motherfucker because I'm providing lots of evidence...lots of proof. Okay. I have no remorse. I strongly believe in everything I said about you on the computer. There's no more diplomacy involved here right? We can say whatever we want to say to each other...and won't have to worry about seeing each other 24/7. PLease, don't waste my fucking time anymore. I would love it if you'd stop sending pointless rants. You should have..."faced the real world" and said it to my face when you have the chance. You know what's worse than a generic hippy? A hypocritical generic hippy that's racist. Wow...I never knew how much I hated you until this day. You are the culmination of every human trait that I hate: apathetic, unintelligent, musically inept, poor conversationalist (aka - very self centered), unmotivated, fear of sharing opinions, a follower not a leader, dumbed down extrovert (the kid who wants to be popular but couldn't), simple minded, very airy (ha, that rhymes), and academically challenged. You of all people were chosen to be a part of my life for 8 months. What did I do to deserve that? Maybe I should try to explain my hate in a way you would understand....you are a fag, you have no nuts. If I'm a douche bag, you're Ana Nicole Smith's playtex tampons. Take your [insert talent] out of your ass, and grow some nuts. Oh wait! You don't have any fucking talents. You're one untalented motherfucker. What the fuck are you good for. Oh yeah...I own you, blah blah you're a fucking pussy. I want to pour anthrax down your fucking throat. Kermit. Have a nice life, Keddaris PS - If this isn't my roommate, Uh...just ignore all the shit I said. I don't really mean it. Honestly. *snicker snicker* ¶9:54 PM e-mail me (0) comments I'm getting hate IMs and email from my ex-roomate's friends again. I think it's great that pot smoking ignorant hippies can put those joints down for a minute and band all their partial brains together to form one brain. (direct insult here) I wonder how many dicks does Gildner81 (aim name) suck per day? That was an ignorant insulting statement...something I don't do. My insults aren't really insults. They are facts formulated from logical thinking. Apparently, all of my ex-roommate's friends lack that ability, and continue to call me things which only shows how truly ignorant they are. It's cool to honor your friend by attempting to bash someone who brutally told the truth about them; however, you can't fight fire with dry wood. In doing this, you're only providing me factual data to add to the validity of the arguments I made about my roommate. Thank you. Factual data == from logical thinking, ex-roommate's friends are clearly ignorant, therefore ex-roommate must be. I do not find that statement derogatory or insulting because it's fact not something being said only to harm. If it offended you or whatever, oh well. Denial sucks don't it? ¶7:30 PM e-mail me (0) comments Monday, May 19, 2003 My feet are pretty sore right now. Standing up for 8 to 10 hours straight is very painful. Not only am I standing up, I'm also running around everywhere...going up and down stairs, going from theater to theater, the works. I worked about 18 hours in two days (last Sat & Sun); it's all for the money. Hopefully I'll get enough to purchase Enter the Matrix (that cool new video game that is the essential game to get if you're a Matrix fan), and some other stuff. Not much to discuss here. I've got to take a physical in the morning at 9AM. I don't like it when an old middle aged man grabs my balls and asks me to turn my head and cough. The whole idea is very disturbing. Thanks mom for scheduling this appointment so early in the fucking morning (9AM) without consulting me at all. Thanks for not recognizing that I'm old enough to make my own goddamn appointments. ¶3:58 PM e-mail me (0) comments Sunday, May 18, 2003 Yesterday sucked in a number of ways. Nothing serious...just pure suckness. I'll just go straight to the source since I have to get ready for work in a minute. Around 12AM when X-Men 2 got out...actually, 5 minutes before it was over...this old lady comes out and tells my friend (a co-worker) that there were people in the very back putting their hands up in front of the projector so that they could give the audience an annoying shadow puppet show. We have been getting complaint earlier, but everytime we would go in there and check it out, they would stop. And like all dumbass fuckers do, they continue doing it as soon as we leave - oooo, they are sooo smart! So the woman is prehollering (not quite hollering, but almost at that level) at a co-worker buddy of mine. She says why didn't we do anything about, why did we allow it to go on, are you people sure you know how to run a movie theater...you know, the usual. So my friend is cool about it; he tells her we did attempt to stop it from happening. If we don't see them doing it, than there's little we can do about it. We can't kick somebody out without any visual evidence of a "movie theater crime" taking place. We told her that you and everybody else in there should have kept giving us more info; they should have given us more goddamn information about this shit, and you people would have had a better experience. On top of that, she waits until the movie is over before actually complaining about it. What the fuck can we do in the last 5 minutes of the movie lady? Sometimes it's hard to tell who are the most ignorant: the people we kick out, or the customers who wait to complain when we can't do anything about it. So this lady is done bitching, and goes back in the theater. I assume she told her "husband" because once the movie was over, he storms over to where my co-worker buddy is at...and hollers at him. Stupid Ass Man: Do you people know how to run a movie theater? These people were up there putting there hands up and ruining the movie for everyone. co-worker: Yes, we got a complaint from (he points towards the lady) that lady earlier. I'm sorry sure, there's little we can do after the movie is over. We had several people, including (he poitns to a cop) that cop over there to go in there and check it out. If we don't have any proof of this incident occuring, there's little we can do about it. Stupid Ass Man: Mr, that (increasingly louder, and getting closer into his face) lady over there is mY WIFE. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM? WHEN YOU FIGURE THAT OUT, YOU'RE GONNA REALIZE HOW BIG OF A MISTAKE YOU MADE. YOU'RE IN BIG TROUBLE. YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM! I was standing there watching the whole thing. I really wanted this co-worker of mine to ask "Who are you?" Who the fuck does he think he is hollering and threatening like that? This co-worker just stared straight ahead, and stopped noticing his presence. When this guy gets angry, he really gets angry...I'm so surprised he didn't cuss this customer out. I kept trying to see if he's alright...obviously he wasn't. He didn't respond to anything, but I could tell he was full of rage. He threw a pen down on the floor, and punched the fuck out of a wall. He paced himself to the manager's office, and went in. I'm just standing around making sure he's alright. He wasn't. This guy is one of the best workers here, the nicest towards customers, and he works his ass off every weekend. Yesterday, he had a 13 hour shift. I'm sure he didn't appreciate getting cussed out and getting labeled as a "bad worker." I walked him out...he didn't talk...he just gave me that "I'm sorry, I'm too pissed to talk"-look, so I completely understood. So what a great way to end a 10.5 hour shift for me, and a 13 hour shift for him. That is one stupid ass man. (Gonna wait until after the movie to complain...fuck you.) ¶2:44 PM e-mail me (0) comments Saturday, May 17, 2003 The only movie that has ever made me cry is A Beautiful Mind. I related to Russel Crowe's character so much, and when I found out he was CRAZY...it shocked the hell out of me. The fact that his wife still loved him, even though he almost killed their child and was talked about by everyone. Her last speech really got to me. It made me incredibly happy; so happy that I cried. Very powerful stuff. ¶12:29 PM e-mail me (0) comments I finally get to work today. It's an 8 hour 30 minute shift, which should be interesting. A lot of local high schools are having their graduations today, so I'll miss my old high school's graduation. It kind of sucks, but I don't really have any good friends graduating this year. They're all going to 11th & 12th grade this year. Graduating from high school is like getting unplugged from the matrix. You become enlightened. You really see what reality is like; acting superficial is not what the world is about. In reality, the world doesn't give a shit about what you're wearing or what social click you're associated with. Just as Neo had never used his muscles before in the real world, you actually haven't socialized with certain people. For the first time, you will (if you go to college). I'm not talking about race here, I'm talking about personalities...don't get me wrong. Blah blah blah blah.... ¶12:25 PM e-mail me (0) comments Friday, May 16, 2003 Seeing the MAtrix Reloaded for a 3rd time today at 4:45PM. Can you tell I kind of like it??? ¶3:34 PM e-mail me (0) comments Thursday, May 15, 2003 I've been doing nothing. I saw the Mtraix Reloaded again last night. That make 2 nights in a row. I'll probably see it this weekend a couple more times. I don't have anything to say. I went to a funeral yesterday. I hung out with a friend I have never hung out with before. We met online....so basically it was that online buddies meeting offline for the first time act. That was pretty cool. It was very easy to talk to him, and we had fun playing with stuff in Best Buy. I treated him to two free movies. Head of State, and of course The Matrix: Reloaded. Totally free I repeat. Man! He had to drive 3 hours to get up here, so free tickets was the least I can do. I'm glad he made back home okay because he left around 1:30AM after the movie, and it takes him 3 hours to get back home. I think next time I'll be the one who drives 3 hours. I've been playing Golden Sun for the GBA for days now...looks like I'm pretty close to beating it. Whatever. I'm bored, blah blah. ¶9:49 PM e-mail me (0) comments Tuesday, May 13, 2003 I get to watch The Matrix: Reloaded tonight at 11PM. You know what that means? I'm watching it before millions and millions of people get to, and I don't have to pay a damn thing. (HA HA HA) I'll put up a review tomorrow morning of what I though about it (a.k.a. tonight around 2AM). I'm not gonna give anything away, and all of the spoilers I do give away - you'll have to highlight it to see it. Oh! One more thing, HA HA HA! ¶5:31 PM e-mail me (0) comments You like my witty humor don't you? You want to get lots of chocolate fudge, rub it up and down my body don't you? You want to lick it off right - w/ your tongue, you want to make circles around each of my nipples. I fucking know you do...don't deny your urge(!), go ahead and confess your burning desire to be my personal love bitch. I would enjoy having you as my PLB (personal love bitch, duh). What's that??? You don't know where I live? There's no need to frown baby, just say these 3 words out loud and I'll be right there...ready to get served you fucking love bitch: "testicles are cool." Say that, and I'll be right around the corner to harass you...you whore ass (ha ha, I'm witty). And why the fuck wouldn't you want to be my love bitch? I'm the fucking shit. Everyone wants to be The Fucking Shit's love bitch - everyone! It's everyone's dream to be the servant of someone who's rich and powerful. Well people...I'm that someone; I will always be that someone. If you're not my love bitch, you're just a nobody. Wouldn't you want to be a someone's nobody? Of course you do [you whore ass]. Being someone's nobody is the American Dream; it's a motherfucking lifestyle. Join me. Become my Monica Lewinsky, and I'll be sure to transform you from just a nobody, to my nobody. Remember, just say "testicles are cool" out loud RIGHT NOW and your life will change for the better. ¶1:44 PM e-mail me (0) comments Not much has been going on. I've been making some behind the scenes changes to the site; you'll get to see them sooner or later. Today I'm planning on buying about 3 tickets for the 10PM showing of the Matrix: Reloaded tomorrow night. I'll get to see it for free tomorrow at 2PM (of course), and then I'm gonna see it again that night. I'm very excited about this movie. Blah blah blah...I cleaned my room up, and I'm starting to lift weights. I don't really know why - I'm just bored. I got anothe scholarship! That's good news. I'll be getting $3,000 more dollars a year, adding to the $10,000+ per year I get. Yeah, I think that's pretty good. Next year I'm going to save a lot of the cash I'm getting...or maybe I should buy an XBox, surround sound system, new speakers for my car, clothes, and a HDTV. "Hmmm. Whaatevah shall I do?" Wow, I love boredom so fucking much. Time to get ready, adios. ¶1:17 PM e-mail me (0) comments Sunday, May 11, 2003 Blowjobs. One of the reasons why I had to create this blog is to tell America (that's you) of some of the things I encounter. Blowjobs. Well....this blowjob incident is different. In The Lizzy Maguire Movie, which is a rated PG family film, these 2 fucks were making out in there. One of my co-workers went in there, and told them to stop are we'll throw them out! Around 10:30PM when the movie was over, these two parents came busting out of there: parent1: Wheres that bald guy who was working here? me: He went home already. parent2: Why didn't someone kick those two out?!!!!!!! parent1: Yeah, that girl was just bobbing up and down on that guy. me: Seriously!! parent1: Yeah! They should have gotten kicked out. That was a family film..it was a PG film, and he was getting a BJ!!!!!! (Yes...this parent was saying "BJ" very loudly.) me: Look...I went in there, and I didn't see them doing anything. It was about 5 minutes ago. parent2: Yeah, we saw you in there. She was just bobbing away on him. me: You should have informed us that it was continuing. There's 13 more screens in this theater, and it's impossible for us to monitor all of them at once. Did the kids know what was going on? Was it obvious? parent2: Yeah it was. These 10 year olds actually left the theater because it was so bad. And then they walk off towards the exit still talking about it... "They shouldn't have been doing that in a family movie," "We can't even go to the movies anymore!" blah blah blah. So as usually, the ushers get the blame for not kicking them out. We're not fucking babysitters. It's the customers job to complain to us. They're so fucking scared to do something about it. PLus(!) They should know that the movie theater on Saturday nights isn't a good place to take kids. There's all sorts of things going on that wouldn't be appropriate for kids. These parents need to stop relying on the ushers to create this rated G environment and take matters into their on hands, that's all I'm trying to say. ¶3:08 PM e-mail me (0) comments Saturday, May 10, 2003 My parents think they're smart, hah! They think I'm sleeping right now, but I'm not. I'm suppose to be outside cutting the grass...for some stupid reason, they think it's better to do it in the morning than in the afternoon (it's not(!), there's dew on the grass in the morning thus some grass strands do not get cut; whenever everything is dry, everything evenly gets cut). Hah...my mom just knocked on the door and argued with me a little bit. She ask me when am I gonna grow up and get some things around the house done. She ask me when am I gonna cut the grass...I told her when I'm ready. Lol, I can't tell her after my morning masturbation session can I? She's a walking contradictory; both of them are. They ask me when I'm gonna grow up, but then treat me like a child by telling me what to do all the time. The only way I'm gonna grow up is when they stop treating me like a child. It's a fucking catch 22...a vicious circle. There's no hope. I got things done when I was out there by myself! When I realize something needed to be done, I did it. Nobody told me to do anything. It seems like they want me to be the kid from high school again (even though they're asking me to grow up). Next year, I'm gonna try and stay in Charleston during the Summer or something. I can't take this abuse. ¶12:04 PM e-mail me (0) comments Friday, May 09, 2003 That's right...the site is currently under construction. I'm just updating a lot of sections. If you look down below this blog window, you'll see what iTunes is currently playing. OR(!), is it's not playing anything you'll see how long it's been inactive. Very nifty right? Well, it's time for me to get ready for work now. First day of the Summer...it should be too stressful. The only thing coming out that might potentially have a lot of people coming to see it is the Lizzy Maguire Movie; of course X-Men 2 is gonna be packed. More crap later (talking about on my site and posts). ¶2:52 PM e-mail me (0) comments Thursday, May 08, 2003 mom: Empty the trash Keddaris...there's a funny smell coming from there. Your dad made fish last night, and that smell annoys me. dad: Keddaris, I want you to follow your sister down to the tire place. *hands me card* Give her this card, she'll know what to do with it. You need to get dressed now son! You've gotta meet her at 1:45 today. youngest older sister: You really should see grandma...she's old. You need to go up there and see her. Have you ever felt like you're not in control of your life? For the last week, my family has been telling me to do so much shit. Maybe...I don't want to do it. Maybe...I don't care about a fishy smell in the trash can. Maybe...I'd rather watch tv rather then helping my sister out. Maybe...I'll go see my grandma whenever I feel like it, and not when you tell me to. And then when I'm at home, I feel like a secretary. My parents are gone from 8AM to 4PM every weekday. During the day, people are always calling for them...then they leave a number and I copy it down somewhere. I'm a fucking secretary. I've downgraded from a college student, to a slave secretary with no life. I work tomorrow, from 4PM to CL - my life will get a lot better when I've got excuses for not doing things. "Keddaris, can you wash my car, cut the grass, empty the trash, go to the grocery, and oh(!) - suck my toes?" I'm sorry, I've gotta get ready for work. ¶2:20 PM e-mail me (0) comments Wednesday, May 07, 2003 So far, I think my GPA is going to be 3.12 something. Yeah ...it's maintaining an above 3.0 status for me, but it's just not where I want it to be. I want it to be around the 3.6 range. I need it to be up there. As far as I know it...I am totallly capable of doing that, I just haven't been studying at all. I don't study, and I make above a 3.0 // I bet a lot of people out there are jealous, buahahaha. If you're jealous now, wait until I actually start studying. I know there's now way I can get a 4.0, but I can easily get a 3.9....easily. Dumb people suck, smart people are the shit. We rule the world, and you dumb people make careers out of minimum wage jobs, period. I really try to push my friends to make good grades too. It makes me feel so good to make good grades.....knowing that I'm not wasting my time, nor my parents money going to college. I encourage people to take challenging courses. Failing isn't necessarily a bad thing; it helps people learn. I've got about 3 friends of mine who failed a class. Do I look down on them? No. Why? Because I know they were trying. As long as you try, you never really fail a class. In trying, you'll learn something. To fail means to have not learned anything. Sure you won't get credit for the class, but is credit really that important? (Yeah, that's a rheotrical question there...it was supposed to be funny so I hope you found some humor out of that.) So what did I do today? ...I mean yesterday? Not much. Hung out with a friend of mine; we went down to the mall and played Dance Dance Revolution Extreme some more. I was gonna get a Game Boy Advance SP, but everyone is out of them. Apparently Nintendo underestimated the demand; I REALLY WANT ONE. I have been craving a screen that lits from within, and a litium battery. A GBA SP will be great to use at the movie theaters because while I'm "checking" a movie, I can whip out my handheld console and play some Golden Sun. I'm not mad though. Hmmmm, whatelse? Well, I've been filling up my 120G hard drive some. I've ripped about 30 more CDs onto it...so now I've got a whopping 3,309 songs (a.k.a 9.5 days of music, 14.06G). I'm sad that all of it can't fit on my 10G iPod, but that's ok. I only randomly listen to about 190 of those songs. I haven't downloaded any mp3s using file swapping software, so I'm proud of that accomplishment. I really want to support the artist; especially those I like. With iTunes 4 and Apple's Music Store - I can be legal in every single way. Oh! I named my hard drive "Botch." Botch is a word me and my friend(s) created because we were so tired of calling each other bitches. Later, we found out it means "a ruined or defective piece of work" (dictionary.com); who cares! Botch is an alternative to bitch in our fragile minds. Everyone who had a problem can go fuck themselves. Tomorrow, I've gotta drive behind my sister so she can drop her car off some tire place. Then I've gotta take her back home. You see! This is why I hate being at home. Everyone wants me to do this and that. And I have to do it, or else they'll be mad about it. My dad fucking tells me to do stuff. I'm 19, he shouldn't be telling me to do anything. It's all political! If I was the parent here, I would ask my 19 year old instead of telling because it would make them think they are semi-independent and I'm recognizing that. You know! Give us a choice; we'll more than likely agree. We'll be happier about it if you would do that. I swear, that generation of parenting is not modernized at all. They still think of their kids as second class, as slaves, or as Americans view 3rd countries - Slow, Subservient, and Undeveloped. That parental mentality really pisses me off. But can I change it??? Fuck no I can't change it. I'm stuck with it probably for the rest of my life, or the rest of their lives (whoever goes first I guess). Well I'm off to bed. I'm going to be early tonight for no apparent reason. That's right you fucker, 1:45AM is early. For the last 3 days, I've been going to bed around 4AM. I don't really know why. Maybe it's the porn keeping me up, maybe it's Golden Sun, or maybe it's Dreamcatcher (I'm still "reading" that book...."reading" because it's an audiobook). Have a happy day tomorrow people, I'm sure I won't. I'm suppose to hang out with friends yet again. I need to go to the grocery store and get me some junk food. I'm getting a GBA SP tomorrow, and sooner or later a Surround Sound setup (a home theater in a box). I know I'm wasting my money, but I figure I'm only gonna have this carefree, spend money, free ride once in my life...so I better make the best of it. Right? (Why the fuck shouldn't I?) ¶1:48 AM e-mail me (0) comments Tuesday, May 06, 2003 I got my job back yesterday. You know what that means: I'm gonna have a lot to write about, buahahaha. People are so stupid, and right here I'm going to exploit the fuck out of them. I got a tape recorder, and hopefully I'll get some cool audio for you. More later... I've gotta take a crap and unpack my shit (uh, that's not repitition there ...my suitcases are still fully, packed). ¶1:29 PM e-mail me (0) comments Monday, May 05, 2003 Well ....I slept very good. It's been a while since I have been able to sleep as long as I want without a roommate waking me up, or fuckers outside screaming/hollering and riding on scooters. Right now, no one's at home. I have these black blinds/curtains so there's no way I can tell what time it is (when I'm sleeping). It's quiet: I only have two neighbors, and they're over 50. I'm the youngest person in a one mile radius...yeah, so I'm alone. All of my friends are still in school. But(!) ...it's still gonna be good times. My parents go to work from 8AM to 4PM, so I have privacy and the house all to myself now. You can imagine how much fun I can have here, with or without people. I've gotta get my car key copied because I broke it while I was in Charleston (don't ask), then I've gotta go to the bestest place in the whole wide world: AmStar 14. I swear, it's the best theater in South Carolina...and I work there! At least I hope so. I've gotta tell them I'm available once again, and hopefully they'll put me back on the payroll. I've gotta work there!! That's my life. I can talk about movies all day, and working there ...that's what you do. I love movies...I'm obessessed. And then I need to go get food and come home. I'm picking up that $1000 check today, buahahaha. My parents want me to let them keep half of it, but I'm not sure I should do that. I think I'll give them, instead of 50%...40%. ($400 for all you slow people) I need to get a lot of things. Keyword: NEED I need a 120Gig hard drive, I need the iTrip, I need a firewire hub ....and that's about it. Right there, that's $340. Which will leave me with $260 for the summer + the money I make from hopefull working at the movie theaters. I want to by a 5.1 surround sound system, but I don't really need it. It would be cool to be able to take advantage of the Gamecube's [hardware] surround sound support (unlike the PS2's meager software support), but is that worst $300??? I don't think so. I think I'll just buy clothes...the clothes I've got now suck (but that's because I've been putting my money into video gaming b/c I care more about that then what I'm wearing). But those are some things to think about. Time to get started, adios. ¶1:35 PM e-mail me (0) comments Sunday, May 04, 2003 The Alias season finale is one of the best ones I have ever seen! My mouth dropped to the floor, my face was in the state of shock for about 2 mintues! 2 fucking year? She beats up her gentically "cloned" friend, and gets knocked unconscious for 2 years? She just ends up in China all of a sudden? What the hell? Is her dad okay? Is her boyfriend married or engaged? Did her friend really die from the stabbing? What has her mom been up to in the last two years? Who in control of her agency now...her dad or that fucker? 2 fucking years??? How is that possible? Who stitched up her deep cut on her stomach? How the fuck did she end up in an alley in China? ¶11:04 PM e-mail me (0) comments I found out that tomorrow I'm getting $1000 dollars. Because of that accident I was in (search through my archives if you must)...and the fact that I fractured my bone under my eye and scratched my eye up, the insurance company is giving me $1000 bucks. Isn't that pretty cool? I come home, and find out I'm getting $1000 bucks! It's so cool to type out $1000 bucks. You should try it sometimes...whoops, I'm sorry - you're not getting $1000. ¶9:37 PM e-mail me (0) comments I'm back at home. I feel somewhat free. I don't feel like writing about anything, so fuck off. ¶7:52 PM e-mail me (0) comments Saturday, May 03, 2003 Dammit! I'm not mad at him anymore. How can anyone remain mad at someone so laid back and nonchalant about things? I definitely wish there were more people in the world like that. ¶2:31 PM e-mail me (0) comments Okay ...regardless of my anger, I am sad to see him go. LoL. He left a bunch of his shit, hooray! I get to throw his shit away and clean up after him! ¶2:17 PM e-mail me (0) comments I am so fucking sleepy right now. you know why? Because I didn't get any sleep this morning. I was planning on waking up at 9:30AM to go study for my exam at 12PM // but uh oh! Someone screwed that up for me. Who could it possibly be? This guy has been out doing something, and he decided to come through that fucking door at 8AM this morning ..and he takes a shower. Then he goes to take his exam I assume. Well I was just about asleep once again, and then he comes in here, Slams that fucking door! Then he leaves, and slams the fucking door somemore! Then he comes back and slams the door. It's about 8:45 now. So now this fucker is starting to pack up. I swear, this is the most disrespectful shit anyone has done to me! He was so fucking loud. I have a fucking exam at 12PM, and he's keeping me up. He's slamming doors, he's moving boxes around, the fucker then taps his foot or something looking for something else to do. I am so fucking pissed off at that moment. I can fucking believe he's doing this shit. And then...I just can't take it anymore. I turn my alarm clock off, and then getup out of that bed, and took a shower. I'm a passive aggresive person, you gotta understand that. I just couldn't believe it. In the shower I was chanting to myself..."Please dont' be watching tv, or playing a game" ...why I was chanting that? because if he was watching tv or playing a video game, that means he was making all of that fucking noise in order to get my ass out of bed. It was done purposely..intentionally. It would have been a fucke dup thing to do. So I'm in the shower beating on the wall, and being angry. I turn the shower off, and I hear the tv. I step out of the shower, and look what the fuck I see... THE FUCKER'S WATCHING TV!!!!!!! all the noise was just to wake my ass up, and I was so pissed. Honestly, he could have waited until maybe ...10...11, 12...to start packing. THe fucker is watching tv at this very moment. He could have waited until now to start packing up, but no!!!! He had to do it when I'm trying to get some rest because of an exam I had coming up. How disrespectful can you be you fucking shit head? I fucking hated you at the moment. You were abosolute shit. Your ass could have waited a little later. but no...you had to put your pencils in your whatever, and take a fucking box down off your cabinet. Your shit still isn't done. I have no intentions of talking to this fucker ever again just because of this shit. What a great long lasting impression this is gonna leave for me... Everytime I think of my roommate, this incident is gonna be the first thing that pops into my head. Isn't that lovely shit? I think I made at least C. If I made a D,that fucker will be one of the reasons and I'll never forget/forgive him for that shit. Death is all I can hope for ya. Besides that shit..I've said goodbye to all my friends and I'm sad. All of them are gone now. ALL OF THEM. I'm happy because I am now remembering how much fun I'm gonna have when I get home. Not to mention the absense of a disrespectful inconsiderate fucker of a roommate. ¶1:55 PM e-mail me (0) comments Thursday, May 01, 2003 Noooooooooooo! It's time to study.  Here's a copy and paste from a conversation I had. Sorry for the confusing grammatical errors. This is from AIM, so give me a break... I wanted to tell you that ...last night, at midnight.. me and a uddy of mine went to get pizza. And then we walked all the way down to the battery. It was like a 20 minute walk. And we walked the long way back to the campus. we walked and talked for about 2 hours. I got back around 3AM it's was pretty special. It was an impulse thing. "you wanna walk down to the battery?" ..."Uh, sure" the "old" me would have never done that. I would have bitched by saying it's too late, or I've gotta study - some crap like that. 8:10 PM good times. I've always said I'm not a social person, but when I step back and look at myself - I've made lots of close friends! It's only 4, but these are CLOSE friends. not just people you use to not feel alone (I've got lots of those). I'm not as socially handicapped as I thought. it was all in my head. I look at all these people who appear to have so many friends, but none of them have CLOSE friends. All this time I was wishing to be like them, but now I don't. They're more "alone" than I well ever be. 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