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| how bout we vote now? |
| 02.29.04 (1:04 pm) [edit] |
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yep. i moved the schedule up a day. let's vote for me now shall we? i guarantee all promises made. the renting of the womb, the ticket to heaven, the joy (still void in TN, and now NV) time to prove if you're a real pal or not!
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| one last reminder |
| 02.29.04 (12:09 pm) [edit] |
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this is just a reminder to vote tomorrow. i have a story, but you'll have to wait till tomorrow to read it. i'm saving the good stuff for "t" day. and that stands for "the day that i hit the little button thingy to submit a feature request for my blog." it's easier just to remember "T." so yes, tomorrow tomorrow.
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| feeling no pain / my sleepy eyed love life |
| 02.27.04 (11:41 pm) [edit] |
oh hello there, didn't see you. know why? cuz i swear i got some low hits over the day i didn't blog. shame on you all! actually, i don't care at all. blogging is a giant canvas for me to splash my brain all over. a giant, public canvas. i'm thinking i have some kind of disease. i dunno what i'm gonna name it yet but i can describe it. i fall in love with basically every female. well, not every female but i'm at the rate of about 1 every 2 weeks. the best part of it all is that nothing ever comes of it. "i chase around the world, but i never get the girl." 10 tbucks to the first person (if any) who tells me where that lyric comes from. besides that, where was i? oh yes, i remember now. why doesn't it ever work out? most of the time the girl never knows i'm digging her. other times i come on too strong. a lot of the time i'm asleep while they're in the same room as me so yeah, i can't make a move. there's a bittersweet hobby i hate but love so much. [u]the power nap.[/u] my sleep schedule is quite screwed up. i'm hardly ever at home now. sometimes i miss my own bed. what will become of my sleeping saga? my sleepy eyed love life?
onto official business. the race is on. it's coming. monday. i will submit my feature blog request, and you will have to make an important decision. how bout some reasons and all that why you should be voting specifically for my site
[b]1.[/b] you'll have an enormous sense of happiness overcome you knowing that you did something for somebody else. (happiness void in tennessee)
[b]2.[/b] i work hard for your attention. if it actually counted as physical labor, i might even be sweating.
[b]3.[/b] this is the first favor i've ever asked from hundreds of strangers, c'mon! be a pal!
[b]4.[/b] it'll make me feel like a big man. (if i score a feature)
[b]5.[/b] if you don't like my blog or if you don't like me, at least do it for my hair. cuz i have great hair, really i do.
ps: read the daily tip for hints on voting and the joys associated with it. (joy also void in tennessee)
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| a guide to driving |
| 02.26.04 (4:38 pm) [edit] |
wow it feels like i've been gone forever. i went out of town to go visit my brother and his wife and their 3 weiner dogs. i've returned with pictures, and a giant inflatable football. i'm happy to see that my pal nana has recommitted to blogging, visit her link on the side of my beautiful page eh! or if you're too lazy to move your mouse all the way over there, just click here: http://nana.tblog.com
i'm going to treat everyone to something deliciously nice. it's my
[b][u]GUIDE TO DRIVING[/u][/b]
as you all know, i've been out of town for a little bit, so i've had a nice time driving. and when i say nice, i mean horrible. i'm from utah, and it's for real notorious for being the state filled with the worst drivers ever. and probably the most mini vans and crazy mothers. i've had people from other states confirm to me that ut is the worst place ever. so here's some helpful tips i wish i could nail to the foreheads of all the utah drivers.
#1. say the freeway has 3 lanes, the speed limit's 65. the far right lane you should be driving 64-65. the middle lane you should be driving 66-70. and the left lane you should be going 70+ mmmkay?
#2. just because you drive a gigantic truck, that doesn't mean you can ride my tail, speed past me when i pass you, or have one of those stupid calvin [i]pee pee[/i] stickers.
#3. it's just rain, don't slow down.
#4. don't stare at me, EVER.
#5. i know we all think everybody is a bad driver, but doesn't that make us all bad drivers? "except me!"
so there you have it. if you don't know these golden rules, learn them by heart. and yeah. now it's shameless promotion time. i'm excited to see some support coming my way. it's a 4 day countdown so in those coming 4 days looks for me in your local mall signing my autobiography, "taking back my name, vote for my blog too." also i'm running a contest right now: whoever is the 1000th visitor to the site, gets a personal message from me and what the hey, 10 tbucks. you just have to have proof somehow that you were the visitor. take a screenshot maybe? i dunno, you figure it out.
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| feature submission news: the ponder years |
| 02.25.04 (5:02 am) [edit] |
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ok here's where i'm at in my great brain debate. i have enough tbucks now to enter a feature submission, (thanks to final shove tbuck sponser trudywschuett.tblog.com) however i don't feel i have the popularity vote yet. so i'm putting up the warning that i will be entering in to feature my blog in the upcoming few days. in the meantime, i'll be promoting the crap out of my blog, pretending to make friends, shaking hands and kissing ugly babies, you know the rest of the routine. i'm also considering renting out my womb for votes. even though i don't have a womb, i'll still try my hardest to get one for your vote. i say vote a lot. so yeah, most likely on 3/1/04 i will run in the great race. i expect all your humble loyalty and i trust i can rely on your vote.
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| breakdown of the blog |
| 02.24.04 (9:03 am) [edit] |
here's the precursor to my rant. i know blogging is about self improvement, expression, blah blah, lame poetry, boring accounts of yer daily life, stupid tests you take and keep posting, whatever floats your boat. carry on. this is just how i feel at this particular moment in time. for there is an injustice going on. i shall point it out. hear my voice. read my words. i will lead you out of the desert.
here's the thing. whatever happened to creativity? you remember in school when you'd make something really cool and the stupid kid next to you would just copy it and you'd get really mad and your teacher would walk by and say "you should take that as a compliment!" well, that happened to me a lot. the stupid kid next to me shouldn't have been recognized or rewarded in any way. the stupid kid took the lazy way out and copied. he wasn't creative. what can we compare this to in modern day form? specifically in blogs. where's the creativity? you look around and try to get into the whole blogging scene and all you see are blogs filled with pretty much garbage. i've been over this before but maybe i can be more specific. you'll see.
#1. the blog full of stupid tests people took and posted for your amusement. "what brand of toothpick are you?"
#2. the eccentric person blog. [u]my daily life![/u] what makes your life or my life more special or hilarioius than anybody else's life? not sure, but i don't really care. actually, my blog prolly fits into this category. but i can defend mine and say it's at least filled with meaningless lists, whining about lack of sleep, heroic tales from work, crazy dreams/ambitions, blah.
#3. blog that exploits politics/the news. why get yer news from a blog when you can just go and get it from the yahoo headlines?
#4. blog that supports a certain iffy topics. the shock blog. yadda yadda.
so those are just the tip of the blogging iceberg. let's not forget the work that goes into making your blog the most successful. [u]you need to get yer [b]mingle[/b] on![/u] *snap* go out there, lie to people and tell em you actually have enough time to read their blog and care about it. agree with them. or you can do what i do and shamelessly promote yours on the never ending tblurt that graces the side of your computer. forget about creativity, trying to be original, being adventurous/personal, any of that. just be your cool sounding screen name and you will in no time achieve your sweet [b]FATAL FAME[/b]
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| sit and watch it burn |
| 02.24.04 (7:16 am) [edit] |
working a graveyard shift can seem fun and kinda cool at first. then after about 8 months of it, you realize that it's sucking the life out of you. you have no time or energy to ever do anything. with your free time you spend it relaxing, napping, or just generally being completely unproductive and unmotivated. this is what my graveyard friends and i discussed over breakfast this morning. it turns out we all ordered the exact same plate and it was completely embarrassing in a joking kind of way. mmm processed eggs. nobody working at the big red store wants to be working there. everyone has dreams and plans of quitting, but no one ever goes through with it. sometimes they'll quit, but they have no back up plan. it's like a giant black hole. i love working with my friends there and all. but the shoes! i'm always working in shoes!
if the weather holds up steady, i have plans to visit my brother and all his cute weiner dogs. i love them! my friend always gets pissed when i mention how cute the weiner dogs are. but what he doesn't realize is that those dogs are one of my main sources of happiness. only dog people really know what it's like. when your dog wakes up at like 5am and comes in the room to attack you and then it curls up under your blanket with you and goes back to sleep until you wake up. it's the best thing ever. ok, i should be off now trying to be productive while i'm still awake and trying to escape the vortex of the big red store. wish me luck!
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| everyone has problems |
| 02.23.04 (12:55 pm) [edit] |
let's just get down to it. and when i say let's, i'm talking to my brain and none of you who might be reading. everyone has problems. i don't care about your problems. i have problems of my own. here's some things that are on my mind.
#1. even though i may be extremely tired and sleepy, i still don't sleep. though it's nice when i do.
#2. all my friends get a funny nickname but i don't.
#3. i don't really dig the female fronted rock band. i like female singers in the case of tori amos and old liz phair. i just don't like rock bands with a female for the singer. i dunno why this is. i'll give a good example though. the white stripes. they rock. jack and meg are super cool. but it just wouldn't work if meg sang all the songs. they'd suck, actually.
#4. i have too many nickels.
#5. nobody ever calls me. and when they do, i don't really feel like talking.
#6. i think i hate all my roommates for no good reason at all really. except the good reason for that one specific one who NEVER leaves the house.
#7. i'm always accused of being closed minded. i have this thing i call my 'filter of hate' i typically hate everything until it can prove me otherwise. i've been working on this though and now i just don't really like stuff or i don't care about it at all until it can prove me otherwise. the filter of hate doesn't apply to people.
#8. i analyze way too much.
#9. i can't think of any more problems to list, even though i'm sure there's more.
ok so yes, that's what my problems are. and i have way more. these are just things i need to 'work on' here's something that sounds logical. why ever argue with anyone about anything? even if you're right or whatever, people will still believe what they want to believe. everyone nowadays is way too stubborn and set in their ways, however ignorant they may be. oh and every single blog i ever take the chance of reading is just full of stupid tests that these people take. tests like "what kind of eletric razor are you?" and these blogs are winning in rankings! what's happening to us?! and by us i mean me and my brain, i don't care about any of you. or do i? yeah i don't mean any of that. ok, i'm done now before i dig this hole any deeper.
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| a helping hand in the name of art |
| 02.23.04 (3:22 am) [edit] |
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recently on tblog, i've come to know some cool people. a cool person (and a crazed fan of mine, apparently) nana has told me she doesn't want to blog anymore! now this isn't like me at all, but i'm all for expression through writing. i know it sounds lame and all, but it's just cool to write. the kind of writing that catches my eye is the kind where you can just know the person's personality when you're reading their words. you feel like you just kinda know em. so everyone do me a favor and while visiting my blog on your regimented schedule of 16 times per day, go ahead and click the link on the left and have a look at nana's blog. let's all drop her messeges and protest to get her going again eh. cheers!
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| please don't let the light through my window |
| 02.22.04 (5:48 am) [edit] |
where have i been? work i guess. sleeping i suppose. not here. for some reason i always seem to refer to myself as "we." we felt like we needed to have a productive saturday. we basically just ended up driving around looking for stuff to buy that we didn't buy. it was a nice 40 degrees and cloudy. we bought sunglasses and flip flops. 10% discount rules! my old record on sleep was 13.5 hours. i think i beat that with 14 hours. that's what staying up for 2 days will do to ya. do you have insomnia if you just stay up for really really long amounts of time? or is insomnia just not being able to sleep? it's not like i can't sleep, i just DON'T sleep. my thoughts seem to be really disconnected. i've been having sorta strange dreams lately. people say dreams are windows into the subconcious mind. in my dreams i'm either really mad at someone and yelling. or i'm overwhelmed by some kind of emotion. they're so strong they sometimes wake me up. it's kinda cool. the dream this morning was that i had won like 100 million bux from opening a bag of candy and having it be the super bag or whatever but my win wasn't credible cuz i told them the wrong date that i opened the bag. so is that a window into my subconcious that i just keep getting screwed over? possibly! who knows. i don't think i'm much into dream interpretation, or horoscopes. my friend keeps urging me to write hilarious horoscopes for people. say you woke up one day and read this in the paper.
"today is a good day to try something new. however, you probably will get hurt doing it or extremely embarrassed. you are an adventerous person, yet sometimes apprehensive to experience new things. oh forget it, just stay inside like you always do."
that's not funny at all. whoever said i was a witty writer? ok, i admit i didn't try at all on the above tiny paragraph and i'm not really talking to anyone in general. these blogs are basically just conversations with my brain. like i said, i'm always referring to myself as "we." horoscopes just flatter people with compliments, urge them to try something and then contradict themselves with a safety net with opposite type warnings. that's how i feel at least. i haven't put too much thought into it. i've had just about enough for today. i'm sure everyone else has too.
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| yeah yeah no |
| 02.19.04 (9:22 pm) [edit] |
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just a minor update that i've added a daily tip thingy to the bottom left part of the blog. i'm still customizing it all to my full approval and it still needs some tweaking, so gimme some time. i was hoping i could just turn the thing into a "no sleep" timer. but hrmmm... maybe just cool lyrics or quotes on the bottom instead? also i had one of the best birthdays ever. full of presents, friends, even a surprise party. i was quite pleased. thanks to all involved eh.
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| it's not my birthday |
| 02.19.04 (2:41 pm) [edit] |
actually, it is my birthday. sad i have time to blog? i haven't slept in 22 hours. i want some kind of thing on the side of the blog to keep track of days i've gone without sleeping. lupe the oracle too simon and i out to lunch at the gigantic burger joint. good stuff. the oracle's a way cool lady. so yes, that's what i'm up to now. getting ready for round 2 on the free meals. i should get a wink of sleep in the form of a power nap before i need to get up once again and take on the day. we went for a walk this morning for a couple reasons.
1. we were feeling extremely unproductive and wanted to move around.
2. we never get to see the sun anymore (it was cloudy today)
yes it was cloudy and rainy/snowy. but i love rain. it was cool weather for the day methinks. i give it the thumbs up. and now i'm talking about weather. and now i've been commanded by my siblings to go to bed or else i'll die eventually. so i guess i can't argue with that and since my eyes are unusually baggy today. oh and i'm pissed i still haven't got my white belt in the mail yet. it better show soon or i'll lose all my faith in the canadian dude that sent it. :/
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| the weight of next day |
| 02.18.04 (6:20 am) [edit] |
right off the bat i'm wishin my mom a happy 50th bday. sorry to mention the age, but it's just such a cool age. it's not a boring age like mine, i'll be 19 of course. there's nothing special about it. except i can buy cigarettes in utah. i keep telling people i'm gonna smoke on my birthday and i think they're all believing me. is it just me or do ya get pissed when someone you know "falls in love" my first instinct is to just blow it off, yeah right. pshh! poppycock! the next stage is to discredit the guy/girl they're infatuated with. the stage after that is to wonder why nobody is in love with you. you then proceed to junk out on candy for a while. then accept that they might have found somebody, confess your happiness for them but still secretly hate it all. that's how i do it at least. hehe. or maybe i don't do it. that's what i'm thinking, i could be wrong. but if i was wrong, it's prolly the end of the world and you should go get in your tiny cement bunkers now. but doesn't it at least make you mad that people who are "in love" think they're better in some kind of way? like they have something special and you don't?
is it me or are there way too many carwashes around now?
how bout some things that need to change in life?
1. if you and i have the same car, that does not entitle you to honk at me and wave.
2. joe rogan should prolly die, or at least retire.
3. no more weird sound effects in the grocery store please. i don't wanna hear a rainstorm every time the stupid sprinkler turns on to water the half rotten cabbage.
4. everyone and their dog's dog plays guitar, you don't have to show us or tell us, ever.
5. some people just don't deserve a cell phone.
are we in agreement? doesn't matter, it's my blog. :p
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| wasting my time |
| 02.17.04 (7:21 am) [edit] |
sorry for like the 2 days without an update, you prolly weren't missing much. just been working and sleeping, i guess. except for that 2 day stunt where i didn't sleep. since my super birthday is coming up (19 on the 19th) i got an invite from a couple of people at my work to take me to a lunch at a place of my choosing. shall i choose an expensive place? a cheap place? or somewhere middle of the road... i dunno i haven't made up my mind! back off. cool lady, lupe. we call her "the oracle" cuz she knows just about everything. not every stupid thing like goosh. ("hey goosh do you know stuff about physics? no, but i can figure out anything using logic.") she knows everything about life. you can go to her with any kind of problem you have and she'll give you a good talk. she's like wilson from home improvement except not gay and she's not behind a fence all the dang time.
i'm waiting for my vintage belt to come in the mail from canada. it's white. any die hard strokes fan should be able to tell that i'm just ripping off jules, but that's ok. cuz i'm about the only person that'd know that the only other person who wears a white belt and makes it look cool is julian casablancas. we'll see if i can pull it off. is it sad that the only thing really on my agenda is waiting for things to come in the mail? i have other plans, of course. but they're boring official stuff. hrmm i should get around to them soon.
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| shallow grave |
| 02.14.04 (7:27 pm) [edit] |
ok i figure it's time for a blog, i can't stands no more! even though my news might be quite.. dull. or neato, i report, you decide. every saturday my aunt invites me over for waffles, i've only gone over twice so far. my aunt will prolly be the next martha stewart. she's not a criminal, she's just very crafty. good waffles too. as a single poor person my best advice to any other single poor person is to take advantage of hospitality. don't abuse it, just take advantage of it. for my birthday my dad bought me the nicest suit i've ever seen. so happy birthday coming up to me. thanks pa. i thought i had something funny to say but i don't think i do. how bout i talk about other blogs? i think i can break em down into 3 categories.
on this blog service you'll typically find 3 types of blogs.
#1. the political blog - some people have it completely wrong, other people are sharp as a tack. take notice of my only linked blog *cough*
#2. the weird blog filled with poetry or weird ranting about being alone. - now these are nice and all, but most people aren't as deep as some of this poetry, so basically they make no sense to anyone except the person who wrote it.
#3. the blog that celebrates the eccentricity of the individual - my blog probably fits in this category. or maybe even a 4th category of people's daily lives that are boring blog. but i think this category is the funniest. cuz people just take the 1 thing that's different about em and totally exploit it. like the gay blogs. they're like "i'm gay! look at me! look!" or the blogs that are like "i'm gothic! look at me! i might kill myself.. or i might blog!" or if you do some really good searching you might find something even better.
the whole point of this excercise was not to criticize, but to poke fun at what's around us. cuz i'm sure you all do it behind my back!
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| a shove in the right direction |
| 02.13.04 (3:14 pm) [edit] |
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the goal is to get 1000 hits by the 7th of march. i figure that's a good thing to have since my goals these days have mainly been to get out of bed at a sane time and try to do something productive during the day rather than stewing about my stupid roommate next door who i swear NEVER leaves the house! so i hafta be quiet all the time and it sux! plus i work a graveyard shift so that makes it a lot harder. my last roommate told his brother that i "sleep my life away" i wish that were remotely true. the correct answer is "he stays up his life away." what the crap was i talking about? oh yeah it's about sleep stuff. apparently i'm a pretty rough sleeper. i hear i talk in my sleep, furiously toss and turn, and sometimes i'm just so dead weight that if i'm hogging any kind of blanket it's impossible to get it from me. is it just me or can there be weird occurances when you're sleeping? you wake up and like your pillow is thrown across the room. or your sheets are a giant wadded ball next to you. or your cell phone has mysteriously made it's way into your hands and you've been cradling it the entire night. that happens all the time with me and i'm incredibly disturbed! naw, actually i don't really care and now i'm tired of writing about nothing important at all. at least i'm consistant!
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| draggin the chili |
| 02.13.04 (1:43 am) [edit] |
ok, after sleeping off my 2 days or so of not sleeping i'm back in 5th gear. or some kind of spunky sounding thing to reassure you i still have what it takes. actually, i don't have to prove anything to any of you! ha! so anyway, now that i've offended everybody and scared them off, i'm all alone to write whatever i want.
i got tired of hanging around tonight so i went out and rented the royal tenenbaums. i'm a huge wes anderson fan and i liked the movie. it coulda been better, but i still like movies with quirky characters and stuff. plus there was the use of elliott smith's "needle in the hay" during the part where so and so slashes his blank with the sharp blank. i won't spoil anything. speaking of movies, we have friends who are filmmakers and i might be invited to be a zombie in one of their movies on monday. i'm totally up for it if i get the cool zombie makeup. my friend simon is scared of zombies so maybe i'll have him come along with me. cool stuff though, that might be fun if it all works out. what else? my pop is coming into town to visit, so that'll be cool. it's always nice when somebody drops by eh? i wish i could say the same thing about my stupid cell phone that never rings but it only rings when i'm out of minutes for the month and really wanna chat it up with the handful of people i know.
there's no real funny stories this time, just some cool stuff. i'm really excited cuz i found out the best american band is coming through salt lake city on april 19th! that's right, the strokes! i saw them october of 2002 and they rocked, so this'll be way awesome to see em again. i remember there was some really bad dancing at the first concert... ;) it wasn't me either! i was standing there looking cool with my arms crossed and very cooly tapping my foot. i was cool! so anyway, hey look over there! *runs off*
oh, p.s. there's a new cool term. it's "draggin the chili." so if someone comes up to you and is like "hey man what's crackalackin?" you say "oh nothing really, just draggin the chilli." i can't guarantee you won't get beat up, but it's certainly worth the risk to give it at least one try before you dump all over it! plus chili rules, who doesn't like chilli?!
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| bowl of oranges |
| 02.12.04 (9:30 am) [edit] |
court was interesting. i'll say that much. i think i lost :/ or maybe i should say i just decided to follow the system and live to fight another day. so basically i'm coughing up some dough and having to sit through a lame 4 hour class in the new future. i'm kinda tired of talking about it, forgive me! oh dang i swear i had more to talk about but i think i've forgotten it all. i think i've been awake for like 2 days. yeah, something close to that. it just feels like i'm awake all the time now. ok this all sounds quite bleh so i'll bring up something that sounds fun that everyone can relate to.
you know when you've been up for a long time and you're way tired and everything just becomes funny? my friend and i were like that at about 8am this morning while we were both so tired we were sitting there on 2 chairs throwing darts at a board and making his little brother throw them back to us. this is considering we even hit the board. basically, we were just throwing darts at the wall and laughing uncontrollably. i threw one of the darts and it hit this picture next to the dart board and jacked up the frame! totally busted! i felt bad, but i helped redecorate with posters and stuff. it's like the time my brother and i had tennis ball wars in our house and over the course of a week we broke every single picture frame in the house. that's our claim to idiocy right there. and with that, i think i've exhausted all my brain power staying awake and i must retire to my coffin, err i mean bed.
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| pleasure seeker |
| 02.11.04 (3:34 am) [edit] |
so i go to court in like 12 hours for "failure to stop at a stop sign." pish posh! i stopped, it was icy ok? don't judge me! i like to think that i'll win it. but then again, i'm pretty sure god hates me for some reason. like the lady at my work who just all of a sudden stopped talking to me and turned as cold as my cell phone when it's been sitting in my car all night. where was i? oh yeah, i know i'm gonna get screwed over in court. that's just how my life works. i have the best luck! we'll see how things go. just cross yer fingers or bust out yer prayer beads for me!
it's anime night at my friend's house. for the record, i hate anime. it's so lame and boring to me. sure enjoy the killing with swords and stuff, but *sigh* i prefer arrested development or scrubs any day over a weird japanese cartoon. i'm just going cuz there's this chick i dig. i know i have the worst luck ever with females, but i still have to try one more time before i hurl myself off of some high place. not really, i don't have the guts. but yeah. there MIGHT be a chance with this girl. she told my friend i shouldn't flirt with her so much. so is that a good sign? she also tells me in a mean voice that she doesn't like me and i should go away. is that a good sign?
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| oh you don't know me |
| 02.10.04 (6:06 am) [edit] |
but you can always keep reading. surely i know i'm not just ranting to myself. otherwise i'd just get a regular ol journal and do this old school. journals make people paranoid. it's like "what?! why are you all laughing? you read my journal didn't you?! i'll kill you!" so here goes some thoughts.
you know how people are always telling you "who cares what everyone thinks of ya?" shouldn't we all care what people think of us? do you want people thinking yer a jerk or a slob or a perv or something even worse? or do you want things all straightened out with everyone so they have an idea of who you are? that stupid old saying of who cares what people think about ya prolly applies to physical characteristics. i don't care what my hair looks like or anything, i don't care what other people think. i care about what people think of me myself. can i go a little bit deeper and talk about the acts people put on? if you're a fake happy person then stop reading cuz i'm about to destroy your precious world and bring ya back down here with the rest of us.. or just me. i HATE the people that try to change yer attitude. i hate it when people walk up to you and say "smile!" why must they do that? or the people that think they're all great cuz they say "i'm a trooper, i wake up every morning and put on a smile and say i'm gonna have a good day." it doesn't work that way. if you're sad, you're sad. you wake up and you're sad. you can't automatically change that by lying to yourself and putting on a big fake grin for the world. being sad is horrible. i hate it. but people can't help it if something bums em out. maybe yer dog got ran over. maybe you fear a nuclear meltdown, maybe yer milk went bad and you put it on yer fav cereal and took a big bite and nearly puked to death. things happen and you just gotta be real sometimes and play yer hand of cards. find something that makes you happy that isn't completely immoral or illegal. i dunno what makes people happy. not much makes me happy. religion doesn't do much for me, friends are ok but they rip on me too much and they've pushed their luck way too far on the farting rule, music gets repetitive sometimes. i dunno. now i'm just blah blah blah and out of stuff to keep making sense. that prolly means i should cut this session a bit short and brainstorm up something semi-funny next time. like the stupid discussion we had at work that involved a locked toilet, an urgent situation and 4 decisions you had to choose from that involved a floor, pants, a bathtub or a garbage can. and now i've said way way way too much and i feel dirty.
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| i trust i can rely on your vote |
| 02.09.04 (4:34 am) [edit] |
i was thinking about school elections and how lame and rigged they are. the conspiracy goes way deeper than you and me. i'm talking ballot stuffing, grave robbing, voter fraud, bribery, murder, etc... you don't wanna know the REALLY bad stuff. in 11th grade while everone was running their stupid campaign, i took the counteroffensive and ran my anti-campaign. i didn't do this cuz i don't like politics, cuz i do! i love politics. i did it cuz i hate school activities. (no i'm not bitter cuz i never got asked to a dance. it was too hot in the gym anyway, who'd wanna go?!) my anti campaign was very easy to manage. i practically ran the school library, so i had access to everything i needed. a computer, a copier, and lots of tape. this is basically all i had access to, oh and everyone's student information. but i never looked at that ;) so anyway, i made this one flyer that had this picture of this cool bear kinda character on it that looks "scary" and on it i wrote "i trust i can rely on your vote." since i was never kept track of, i proceeded to walk around the halls during class time taping my poster all over the school. it was completely anonymous. i became an underground icon for the school. there was the real popular people, and the REAL popular person, me. probably not, i just like saying that i was. i really wasn't. i'd have people coming up to me saying "did you put up that rat thing?" and i'd wink and say no. i even had people from the campaign coming up to me accusing me of trying to ruin them. now my anti-campaign didn't scientifically provide any real result to the election. however, it put fear and doubt in the minds of the mindless students running for their meaningless offices. that was what i was going for. i hate school elections for the following reasons.
#1. you're basically just campaigning to be a slave to the school (i.e. making banners for dances, games, crap like that)
#2. your office means nothing. you have no influence over how the school spends its money.
#3. nobody cares enough to write your name on a piece of paper to vote for you, so why try?
#4. the people who run are already winning the publicity contest, why get more publicity?
#5. the people who truly should win, never do.
so yeah. there's my top 5 list of cool sounding school rants. i really don't care this much at all about it. i just really can't sleep and i wanted to have a bit of nostalgia from the past when i was a little bit cool.
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| 02.08.04 (5:09 am) [edit] |
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apparently there was lots of blog visits, APPARENTLY. i could be just some big number i'm not used to that is all a set up to get me to post more! that sounds a little too conspiracy theorist, so eh. we were supposed to have this thing we call "midnite picnic shindig" last nite but basically everyone cancelled. i was the phone monkey that had to call everyone and campaign for them to come. i got (the new record) rejected 8 times by 11 people! fun stuff eh? there were all kinds of reasons. everything from having other plans to being afraid to brave the snow storm and come over. i used to like snow till i was in 1st gear and the snow cost me $700 buckos. :? oh yeah and i also got rejected by this girl i think was supposed to get together with me. she just stopped texting all of a sudden... weird. isn't my life just wonderful? my friend was saying "man, i wish i was as charming as you are on the phone!" then i said "well, if you were as charming as me, you'd also have to have my horrible life and curses along with it. it's totally not worth the phone charm. it's like how working at a video store totally isn't worth the free rentals. anyway, i can now choose between frosted flakes, golden grahams, or honey nut cheerios (the classic) or boil in front of my heater some more. mmm cereal.
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| 02.07.04 (5:44 am) [edit] |
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the first entry is always the easiest. you decide what you want to sound like. i don't even think i know who the real me is. i'm reminded of this one weird dream i had a few weeks ago. i was in a war in this big canyon and i was unarmed. the enemy force was coming towards me, so i ran off the other way to find a place to hide. i was scrambling up the hill but couldn't make it up. just then, my fellow soldiers joined me from the other direction just as the enemy forces were meeting me from the front. instead of protecting me, my own forces shot me and let the enemy take me away. they didn't just shoot me once either, i got shot a few times. it sucked! what's it all mean?! i must have trust issues. i look forward to my next horrible dream.
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