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| sweet and tender hooligan |
| 03.31.04 (11:35 pm) [edit] |
quite a successful day, if i may say so. first of all (after a sarcastically refreshing 4 hours of sleep) i headed out to one of the finest golf courses in the state to go shoot the links (that's not the right term. and i'm using way too many of these) with my friend vacuum tombo. it was quite windy but i smoked all my drives and sunk all my putts and got out of there after 9 holes just +4. i beat tombo who shot +6. we both hit some awesome shots and we left there feeling quite good about our golf games.
from there we went back to his place and we played in the yard until his mommy called us to come have lunch. she made good hamburgers then tombo had to go to "karate." so i rode my tiny red bike home as fast as i could! i was going so fast! (eagle!) ok, so this is the 5 year old's version of what happened, but it's basically about right, so just live with it.
after that i did some stuff and still neglected to clean my room. it smells like a boy and his crab in here and i should really fix it before my eyes start to burn or something. naw, it's prolly not that bad. i got literally hundreds of compliments every day about how good me and my room smell. i managed to get referenced to a pretty creepy real life ghost story site. you should read some of this crap, pretty freaky sometimes. it's helping me to fix up little bits of my scary movie script. the scary movie script will eventually get turned into just a regular scary movie once i save up enough clams and beg enough people for their clams. so yes, here's the site in case yer wondering eh.
http://www.dawghouse.topcities.com/yourstories.html" title="http://www.dawghouse.topcities.com/yourstories.html" target="_blank"http://www.dawghouse.topcitie...
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| the biggest lie |
| 03.31.04 (5:14 am) [edit] |
prepare youselves. i don't think my stupid fingers can type as fast as this is coming out of my brain. this is a rant about work and about people. if you happen to be my boss or perhaps a prick coworker, i advise you to look away. so here's the deal. in the middle of work they get on the intercom and call up like 10 people to the front office and for the rest of us.. "you all.. keep workin." the rumors start flying. i hear they are up there cuz of this, i hear that. i finally get sick of hearing why these people got called up there so a few hours later i call my boss to see what's going on. i am shocked to learn that these people were rewarded for "working day in and day out being the last people out the door. and especially on sunday, they were here till everything was done." hmm i worked 11 hours on sunday. me and a couple other people left at 8am. the people who were acknowledged left at 9am. does this make me and my friends bad workers? apparently so. and may i compliment the bosses on their tact. what a great way to alienate 75% of your crew and have them hate you more. NOBODY shall tell me what kind of worker i am and what kind of work i do. i know how hard i work. i know i take pride in my work. and i know my friends and i (and a few others) are better workers and people than most of those people who were acknowledged.
this brings me to my next fiery rant. the people who were terrified that i confronted the main boss on this issue. "are you crazy?! get back to work! we'll get our hours cut!" screw you people who are afraid of the man. i fear no boss or figure of authority. these are people who just sucked up most of their lives and eventually got rewarded for it. there's the occasional person who actually worked hard for what they got, but that doesn't count. so anyway, i can say whatever i want to my boss. you have to do what they say, and you hafta have a little respect for them (unless they're secretly doing something not respectable *cough*) but i encourage people to treat their bosses on the same level you treat everyone else. you can chum around with them and all of that. you don't just keep your mouth shut and work work work. everyone knows the harder you work the less you're appreciated.
and one last warning to all who cross my path. never EVER say a disrespectful, ignorant comment to my face or i shall one day hunt thee down and you will feel my wrath. and ESPECIALLY don't question me on my music. i know what i'm talking about (yes, reptilia is the best song in the past 1000 years :p) you just don't want me mad at you, trust me. so yes. writing is a nice work of therapy. i'm told by gum girl's sister that i bottle so much hatred and rage up inside of me that i get completely stressed out and that's what's making my back so freakin sore all the time. (she says there's big knots in it) anybody know a good masseuse besides my creepy uncle?
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| thoughts of a dying atheist |
| 03.30.04 (5:08 am) [edit] |
not knowing what to write when you sit down to write it is like getting in the car and not knowing where the crap you're driving. i really, really don't like seeing the sunrise. i have to see it most every day. i much more reccomend a sunset, and even those are usually boring.
but first, some work business. there's small talk and murmurs from up on high that they're trying to talk some daytime lady at my work who's in charge of stuff into making me a level 2 shoe specialist. sounds fancy doesn't it? well it is. but i've also been told not to get my hopes up (100% of the time my hopes are hopelessly crushed. "i hope i never hope again.") besides, hoping is for the foolishly optimistic. you fools! never let your sarcastic guard down. moving right along...
is there someone in your life who tries to tell you how to run things? they tell you what you should and shouldn't do. they tell you what looks good and what looks bad. they try to host all the parties, choose the music in your car, and they won't let you complain about anything ever. typically, this person can be defined as your significant other. so yeah, i don't have anyone like this in my life. and i prefer not to have someone who'd boss me around like that.
something that bugs me are people who don't know themselves. i like to think i know myself quite well. i know how much i can lift up, how far i can run, what music i like, what makes me different than anyone else, how far i can hit each of my golf clubs, how much persuasion i have over other people, my political views, my dream car, my type of girl, my writing style, blah blah blah. i have no idea what i'm capable of. i don't think anyone has any idea what they're capable of. is this blog capable of being funny? (not likely) do all my blogs end the same where i cop out and make a stupid list of something (usually) will this be the untimely end of milhouse?
and there we have it. that's what happens when you get in the car and don't know where you're driving. you basically end up driving around town and doing a little soul searching. i think i've made a parallel (and a good analogy) between that and writing in your crappy little blog. (which is featured, by the way) so in closing, do you know yourself? do you think you know me? do i think i know me? will all the questions in the world eventually be answered (besides your answer being 42, you nerds.) don't get your hopes up.
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| nothing at all |
| 03.29.04 (6:59 pm) [edit] |
every muscle hurts in my body and i've been drained of all creativity and motivation to write. have ye noticed i'm in the featured blogs? i noticed. here are some cool lyrics from the master himself, elliott smith.
figure 8
figure eight is double four
figure four is half of eight
If you skate you would be great
if you could make a figure eight
that's a circle that turns round upon itself
figure eight is two times four
four times four is two times eight
If you skate upon thin ice
you'd be wise if you thought twice
before you made another single move
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| how to take a fall |
| 03.28.04 (12:52 am) [edit] |
greetings there. when i say hi, just assume i'm talking to my brain. consider yourself an eavesdropper. shame on you. i've been hard at work, going on trips to museums, visitng the elderly, flying kites, walking dogs, house sitting, watching movies, making new friends, and exploring the world. when i say all of that junk, i mean i've been basically doing nothing really. just hanging around with the friends. spending some time with goosh before he goes to alaska to become a whale blubber farmer.
we ventured away from the safe house. goosh and i took a trip to visit the land of the deli girl. (do not ask me about any of this, i shall tell thee what i think is important.) she looks good. we found out lotsa stuff about her that doesn't settle right. 3 huge things: she hates the strokes and the white stripes and radiohead. this is quite bad. oh and 2 more bad things: she smokes and apparently participates in underage drinking. we shall not judge our pals though. people can always change. i don't mind what people do, but why do something hazardous to your health and something illegal? she was tired from work and couldn't go out for ice cream afterwards, so goosh and i retrieved some ice cream and brought it to her. she's pretty, a lot more than i remember. hot girls scare me. (so do really tall girls.) everyone knows there's no chance of anything, but we can still be friends with her. when i say WE, i mean me. and when i say FRIENDS, i mean secretly love her, then eventually i'll be crushed, go into a shame spiral and wind up wandering the streets asking people to marry me.
i'm working on a scary movie script. i shall maybe post it when i'm done with it. who knows. i shall not tell any more of this subject. i shall say i enjoy writing. and i enjoy rainy days. this should be all for now, i've said too much.
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| the results are in |
| 03.25.04 (11:59 pm) [edit] |
according to my human calendar type sundial thingy, it's friday. thus bringing to a conclusion the greatest blog contest known to man. but who is the grand master winner of this whole contest? we'll get to that in a minute. actually, let's get to it now. LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, I GIVE YOU THE GREATEST BLOG AND GREATEST CHAMPION WINNER OF ALL TIME!
[u][b]FATALFAME[/b][/u]
that's correct, you read it right. i win the contest. my blog has great content, great design, and a catchy name. i hope i'm a model citizen and wonderful example to you all and an inspiration for generations to come. i proudly accept my award for best blog and remind you all that i won it fair and square. all you had to do to enter was post a comment on the blog that announced the contest and i did that. so ha!
i'm not THAT horrible of a monster. it's all in good fun. actually, there were a couple honorable mentions and a 2nd place winner. the honorable mentions are:
plainclothes21.tblog.com
darkmood.tblog.com
adinaloki.tblog.com
and the 2nd place winner who received a new custome header designed by me, 250 tbucks for a feature submission, and lots of other goodies from me is:
JUNIPERFLUX.TBLOG.COM
however, i encourage you all to stick around on my site, since it beat all of this crazy competition. hope you all had fun with the contest and hopefully i'll do another something again soon. : oh, and did you really think it'd turn out any other way? :P
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| a time to be so small |
| 03.25.04 (2:16 am) [edit] |
i woke up, found myself short on time once again. time is the worst thing. you either have WAY WAY too much of it. or NO TIME at all. you can watch the time when you can't sleep and that's a horrible thing. you can count down time to when you have to do something you don't wanna do. you can beg time to go faster when you want something to come quicker. you can look back on your life and wonder where the time went. you can play along with time and "live in the moment." you can waste your time. you can spend it wisely. one thing is for sure, you'll never get your time back.
i spent my time tonight hanging out with goosh. we found ourselves hungry and needed something to do. so we drove and drove and we finally stumbled upon this tiny place called the golden tree. we weren't sure what kinda restaurant it was, so we ventured in and we had guessed right. we discovered our fortunes were eerily creepy and intertwined. goosh has taken one of those summer jobs in alaska working for a gift shop. his fortune cookie thingy said something like "ask a friend to join you on your next voyage." my cookie said something like "you'll have a big experience in the near future, don't pass it up." i don't think i'll be going to alaska. too much work and daylight for me. (but the cookie told me so! well.. desserts aren't always right.) after we got back from our excursion (and after comparing newly cut hairdos) i was brutally punished with japanimation going on in the room and found myself curled up in my usual spot in front of the radiator.
after the "fun" was over, i stopped by my sister's place to see her fresh back from her work related vacation in mexico. she was sunburned and happy to be back. she had a good story about a crab. (her coworkers poked at it and pissed it off) and she brought me back a cool elephant ring which i needa size down to fit on my oversized finger.
that's all for the stupid life news. i shall remind thee all that my contest for the best blog ends tomorrow and i shall make my announcement as to who the winner/s is/are. life is very unfair, but i shall pick the most deserving of the grand prize and they shall be on their way to the road of fame.
To make this blog funny i shall give some random opinions that are actually fact (when they come from my brain, it's fact.)
1. mulder was cooler than scully.
2. oranges are better than apples.
3. kmart and shopko are equals in trashiness.
4. soccer isn't fun or entertaining.
5. in theaters, jurrasic park 1 was terrifying.
6. dashboard confessional guy sucks and his sideburns must die.
7. the darkness is the worst band in all of music history.
8. the simpsons stopped being funny about 5 years ago.
9. anything other than skim milk is pretty gross.
10. making lists is fun.
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| say cheese |
| 03.24.04 (4:15 am) [edit] |
don't you love when you go to work and you just know it's gonna be a horrible day? i love it. it's very easy to tell when i'm not happy. i'll be quiet. unsually quiet... so naturally, everyone at work or everywhere asks me what's wrong. and it's impossible to explain why i could possibly be mad most of the time. well, most of the time at work. usually i have a pretty good reason for being mad. but it also drives me crazy when i'm just being quiet and everyone thinks i'm mad at something when i'm actually totally content. can't a guy just be quiet sometimes? anyway, i got a haircut and stuff. had a good chit chat with the hair cutty lady and i don't think i told her one truthful thing about myself, besides my name. i decided to have some fun and tell her i worked "for the city" instead of the reality, a graveyard shift. i told her i was in school studying chemistry. i dunno why. you gotta mix things up. plus it sux telling people yer basically a loser with a monkey job and no motivation really to become smarter.
speaking of the job, and why i was mad at it today. (besides having the most shoes i've ever had in my life and not one single helping hand.) one of my bosses asked me why i was mad and i didn't say anything, just made some joke and she went away. my other boss came back to me a few hours later and said something like "i hear yer mad cuz you don't think yer appreciated." i realized this was prolly what was bugging me and i just kinda nodded and went along with it. he then went on to amazingly tell me "even if yer not getting a pat on the back, the important people appreciate you." this is about the deepest thing i've ever heard this boss say. this comes from the guy who on a daily basis says "perspire, it's a verb!" it made me feel pretty good, actually. it means the bosses approve of the work i do. it means i shouldn't be listening to any of the crap my coworkers are usually sending my way. it means this entry in the blog isn't particularly funny. so just think about being appreciated and that prolly someone somewhere appreciates you and me.
in order to make this blog funny, i've decided to list 8 sandwiches.
1. the classic - peanut butter and jelly/honey
2. tunafish (dolphin safe, in water)
3. ham and cheese (lettuce optional)
4. bologna - poor man's sandwich, also spam sandwich
5. the club (the safety net)
6. grilled cheese - you can still eat even if yer not 5
7. turkey and jam (best thanksgiving leftover EVER)
8. and my fav - the honey bbq chicken from quiznos
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| i will not die |
| 03.23.04 (5:47 am) [edit] |
had a bit of a long nite at work. who cares. i like spelling nite like that. it's so much cooler. i've got this stupid bracelet i made at work in early december. it's just some stupid green beads with a single red one and it's on a piece of green wire. it's still on me. i dunno how i've managed to not have it torn from my feeble, weak body. it's a stupid bracelet.
i think the crab is dying. he has crab cancer or whatever it is that kills crabs. perhaps his crab overlord put a curse on him when he decided to pack up his gear and live with a human. what if he's faking his death like the last crazy crab? maybe i'm accidently starving him to death. who knows. i hope he can pull through, he's my best pal in the world. (not really, but we all remember the wonderful children's book "the boy and his crab.")
i think i've decided to hack off my beautiful, stunning, thick luscious hair. it'll still be utterly breathtaking even after it's cut. it should be cool. i just can't take it much more with it being in my eyes. plus it gets dang hot too eh. not much else. another day of work to go. (let's just put our heads down and power through.) i'm thinking about getting a mini fridge so i never have to bump into my roommates ever again. except on the rare occasions of walking in and out of the house. wouldn't that be nice? having the convenience of a tiny fridge in your own room to keep your various candy and milk for your various boxes of cereal. it might be a good idea. i just need to find a cool one the right size. and now i've officially saddened myself pondering too much about a small appliance and the thought of seeing myself becoming quite anti-social once again. yer daily life is just a personal thing and why should ya hafta do the life thing with like 5 other people in yer space? ponder that while i poke at the crab and dare to go on a cereal run.
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| my star on mars |
| 03.22.04 (5:19 pm) [edit] |
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last nite at work tombo, (the vacuum guy) jimithy (no, it's this way...) and myself were engaged in a fierce argument about aliens. tombo and jimithy are 100% dead solid sure that aliens exist. myself, aliens are a fun joke invented by the human race in order to draw tourists to roswell, NM. however, i do believe that there MIGHT be other HUMANS that exist somewhere uber duber far away from us and that's it. tombo and mr. right believe that this is also a "FACT." and that these people are prolly very much smarter than us and prolly look way different. i brought up the argument that there couldn't be cow people who speak a very intelligent language of "moo's" the thing that drove me crazy was that they said it's a FACT that other individuals exist in the universe. it's not a FACT. a fact is when you have solid proof. like a fact is that #2 pencils exist. you've seen em, you know they're there. do you see one right now? prolly not, but you know it exists. have you seen intelligent cow people? NO (unless yer tombo, who was prolly abducted and forced to buy an expensive vacuum from them.) can you believe cow people exist very far away? sure, but yer an idiot.
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| the greatest blog contest known to man |
| 03.21.04 (10:38 am) [edit] |
greetings fellow bloggers i prolly don't care about,
i've been struck with a brilliant idea (for the billionth time or so in my life) introducing: [u]THE BLOG CONTEST.[/u] yes, that's right. the name sucks, but keep reading.
i will be hosting a contest to judge other people's blogs. here's the criteria i will be judging:
[b]1. layout/design:[/b] this is prolly the most important since i will only briefly MAYBE look through what words you have written in your blog. afterall, our world is all about appearance.
[b]2. content:[/b] i shall judge you harshly on your content. if your blog is mildly witty, this could go well for you. if it keeps me interested, this could be good for you. if your blog is political, you prolly won't stand a chance. if your blog is whining about your significant other, you won't stand a chance. if you hate rocky, yer already on my side. : k?
[b]3. blog name:[/b] there's some funny blog names out there. you should hope yours is cool or good.
so yeah, that's the criteria i will be looking for. comment on this post for the week and i'll announce winners on FRIDAY the 26th (sound good?) SO, if you think your blog can stand up to the increidbly harsh scrutiny i will present, then comment on this post and i'll give your crappy little blog a look. i'll pick some winners. maybe like a top 3 kinda thing. the winners shall receive a fatal crusader endorsment picture, perhaps 250 tbucks so you can submit to be featured one time (i might vote for ya too) you also have the chance of having me make a header for your site. (chances are, this header is already completed and you'll just be getting the scraps from my header junkyard) and i dunno, what else is there to give? oh, i'll link your site maybe for like a week on my site. how's that for a challenge? NOW, leave your comments and await thy judgment!
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| sunburn |
| 03.21.04 (10:00 am) [edit] |
had a good time up north golfing and visiting family and stuff. funny weiner dogs. sunbured a little bit. permanent neck and back damage from sleeping on a comfy couch. sweaty from the hot drive home. shocked to see my blog has disappeared from the hot blogs list. obviously part of the conspiracy. how can something drop from #36 all the way off? C-O-N-S-P-I-R-A-C-Y. how come the featured blogs haven't changed either eh? ; i shall not go bezerk yet though. what else? nothing really.
here are the correct answers to the quiz from the last blog.
1. chocolate
2. mountain
3. happiness
4. mustang
5. dog
6. new york
7. good
8. birthday
9. bottom bunk
10. icky icky icky
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| the great debate |
| 03.19.04 (2:00 pm) [edit] |
perhaps a tiny short post before i'm out for a couple of days. i need to keep things interesting so nothing slips while i'm gone. i'm heading out in a few to go see eternal sunshine of a spotless mind. not just because i like jim carrey, but because it's directed by michel gondry. ooo he's cool. he directs most of the white stripes videos and he directed a radiohead video and stuff. cool guy. then after the movie i'm heading up north to go visit my brother and his wife. he's the proud owner of the 3 cutest weiner dogs on the planet. i'll get a pic up here of all 3 sometime. way cute. i get to give the dogs a bath so that should be tricky. then we golf on saturday and it'll be great cuz the weather is absolutely gorgeous. 65 degress, partly cloudy. perfect. it should be a good couple of days. we'll watch lots of movies too. between all the kids in my family we've seen every single movie known to man. i think just my stupid brother has seen all the movies in the world somehow. he's seen everything. so those are my plans. oh and we're putting up a chain link fence in the backyard too. so ha. i'll be productive. wish me luck.
while i'm gone i have to keep everyone arguing and interested. so feel free to debate these topics with a fiery rage.
1. chocolate or vanilla?
2. ocean or mountain?
3. million dollars or happiness?
4. corvette or mustang?
5. dog or cat ;
6. new york or la?
7. woody allen: good or bad?
8. new years eve or birthday? (i dunno, just answer)
9. top bunk or bottom bunk?
10. seafood: icky or yum?
have fun : P
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| the downfall of the universe |
| 03.19.04 (5:19 am) [edit] |
i must warn ahead of time that i have no idea what i've written here. just beware...
vacuum buying tombo and i were pondering together. perhaps it was our total combined lack of sleep adding up to about 50 hours. our friend had suggested (in a self righteous sounding way) that the end of the universe and our existance and blah blah blah would be the moral decline of society. what exactly is the moral decline? i'm thinking it's the casual little things we let slip through our death grip politically correct society. things like swearing, hippies, mini vans, and a new american pie movie every other week. (i hate american pie by the way. and all teen movies for that matter.) no, actually everyone knows what the moral decline is. my examples were just jokes. except the horrible movies that seem to keep on pumping out of hollywood.
HOWEVER, i don't think it's the moral decline that will destroy us. my theory is based on one simple thing. SELFISHNESS. mark my words, it'll be our downfall. maybe not even OUR. it could be YOUR downfall. it could be MY downfall. i can prove this theory, well not like scientifically prove. but i can point out general stuff that brings enough people lingering over to my side so i can selfishly keep promoting my blog. everywhere you look, everyone around you is "looking out for #1!" they only care about what they're doing, how they're feeling, they're the only car that exists on the road. they aren't conciencious or considerate of other human beings when walking. (the only term i can muster up for this massive pet peeve is "bad walkers.") people don't wanna pull over and change somebody's flat tire anymore (i know i don't, it sux. i have things to do!) it's the constant drive for instant satisfaction. it's selfish. you want it and you want it now. (me me me ;) tombo says the ultimate drive in life is to "get rich." ignore him, he's crazy. but it might be a little true. go ask anyone and you prolly won't find someone who wouldn't feel a little bit better with 25 g's in the bank. do people hold open doors anymore? sometimes. or are they so caught up in what they're doing that they don't even notice the people around them? just think a little bit about it. none of this is self righteous. my brain thought of the best quote earlier. it goes something like this. "i only look good cuz what everyone else is doing looks so bad."
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| the fatal crusader |
| 03.18.04 (11:25 am) [edit] |
introducing the new fatal crusader logo for anyone who supports me and/or my blog. i proudly give you permission to use this logo on your own blog if you contribute to me in any way.
contributing =
1. you vote for my blog to get featured
2. you're on my friend list, or want to be ;)
3. you gimme tbucks, even though i don't need em.
4. you think i'm funny or have incredible hair.
5. you check my blog daily to see what i'm up to.
6. you link me to your blog.
7. you trash other blogs you know are crappy
8. you just wanna look cool. (and trust me, you will.)
so here you go. i proudly unveil the new cool logo in which you have permission to use if you qualify in any of the above reasons!
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| you don't care about us |
| 03.18.04 (7:14 am) [edit] |
who likes golf? i do. there's a couple things from my dad that rubbed off on me. i'm a sucker for westerns, i'm interested in politics, and i love golf. what rubbed off from my mom? only the essentials. i love movies, reading, and i'm sarcastic and witty. i say that's a pretty lethal combination to make me a fairly well rounded individual. i think i'll talk about golf for a little bit. i love it. and don't tell me that golfers aren't athletes who don't work for their money. those guys work their buns off. they hafta work out all the time, walk miles every day (usually in the hot sun) they hafta smack a tiny little ball into a hole 400 yards away and do it against a hundred other people who are just as good as them. they work for their money. end of story. i'm not into it for the competetiveness of it. i love the scenery. there's really nothing like it when you're walking along on a beautiful green course with trees and lakes and grass and it's just silent and a perfect day. it really helps calm my nerves and i finally get to golf again on saturday against my brother whom i will be destroying.
that's the sensitive junk. i think recently i've been becoming more and more of a private person. i was having a talk with a friend of mine and they were frustrated because they always were talking about themselves and claimed it was impossible to get anything out of me. eh, it's prolly true. but who wants to get the deep stuff out of me? it's no fun. dang, that's more sensitive stuff.
we're begging goosh to go get a haircut. there just comes a point when hair gets out of control. my hair isn't there quite yet, but i assure everyone when it does, i'll get it cut. goosh's hair is like solid snake from the metal gear solid series on playstation. picture this. a 115 lbs. scronny, pale, twig of a boy with dark brown hair that's worse than a beatles mop top and now a newly accompanying flappy mullet. goosh, it's bad.
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| look at these space jocks |
| 03.17.04 (10:00 pm) [edit] |
just for something to look at, i'll prolly delete this post later cuz it's completely worthless. here are the people that are running our space program. :
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the guy on the right looks like he's wearing his brain on the outside.
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| please please please let me get what i want |
| 03.17.04 (8:42 am) [edit] |
i've come to a pretty good decision about blogging. why do we do it? do people do it just to vent and let it all out? why can't they do that on a piece of paper? we all do it for attention. "we don't care about getting featured!" so why do you submit your blog every single week? "i don't care that i'm # so and so in the hot blogs." so how do you know exactly what # you are at all times and how come you check every day? you know you do. i know i do. i care. i do backflips for you people. watch me go.
i got carried away shaving, now i miss my goatee. :< that's newsworthy isn't it? forget all that, i'll now bring to the spotlight the tblog conspiracy. during one of my rants our "site administrator" came to join in. i demanded the blogs that got screwed over on voting be featured when the time is right. i'm not sure if everyone else will make it, but he claimed he'd "throw me a bone next week." and that "you'll get your feature." i demanded my name be written in gold. so the big question is: what's gonna happen? everything will transition smoothly? i think not. i'm too paranoid for that kind of stuff. there's a few things that could happen. >
1. public humiliation: would our "site administrator" stoop to something like this? i wouldn't think so. he has a precious reputation to uphold. but who knows, i wouldn't put anything past him.
2. nothing at all: he completely ignores the fact and breaks a deal with me. this is about the worst thing he could do.
3. smooth transition: like i said, i don't see this coming.
why do i care so much? cuz i won 2 weeks straight and didn't receive my prize. other people won and didn't receive their prize. i believe in being fair. life isn't fair, but we can at least try to balance things out for ourselves. so what happens if i get my smooth transition with name encased in a sweet shiny golden text? i gloat for a minute, then i cease my war. i take a break on the voting for a week, help some friends out, then i'm back on the grindstone. i shall be changing the header on something like a monthly basis to keep us all entertained. and trust me, i've already got about 5 different sweet headers cooked up in my evil stew. if i know you well enough, i'll make you a header if you ask me. look at
http://bluemoon.tblog.com" title="http://bluemoon.tblog.com" target="_blank"http://bluemoon.tblog.com
and look at
http://plainclothes21.tblog.com" title="http://plainclothes21.tblog.com" target="_blank"http://plainclothes21.tblog.c...
i made those headers. pretty sweet eh? and maybe in the near future you'll be seeing another header on
http://qutepie2.tblog.com" title="http://qutepie2.tblog.com" target="_blank"http://qutepie2.tblog.com
it pays to be my friend.
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| the abc's of hate! |
| 03.17.04 (3:40 am) [edit] |
ok, i made the abc's of love. now it's time to hate some stuff. hating stuff is more fun. i'm writing this as more of a funny type thing. my friends usually play this with me where they just list random things and i tell em whether or not i hate it. i have quite strong opinions and have always said the world is black and white, there are no grays. i'm just bored and i think i slept for 14 hours somehow. the crab is just sitting in the corner not doing anything and i'm all out of scrubs episodes. so here goes nothin.
Avril lavigne, anime
Baseball
Cream pies, cops
Darkness, the (worst band ever!)
Eyebrows - they're so weird!
F. Scott Fitzgerald (die! again! die!)
Groundhog day (not the movie)
Hats turned sideways
Incubus
Jumping jacks
K - I just hate everything that begins with K
Lies
Matrix revolutions (except that rain fight scene *drool*)
Nu rock, napkins
Octogons
Peppers, pinnochio
Quitters
Rocky ;)
Staind, shy people
Trapt, tall girls (not all of you :P)
Useless information
Violins, vanity
Wal mart lines, wednesdays
XXX stuff - everything else x is cool (x-men, x-rays, etc)
Yellow
Zzzz
wow what a waste of time.
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| broken man |
| 03.16.04 (8:08 am) [edit] |
we all have bad days at work. however, a bad day at my work can easily be amplified by 10 compared to your stupid bad days. i've explained my job, but i shall explain again. i do lots of things. at the beginning of the NIGHT (yep, graveyard) we unload a big truck full of thousands of boxes. after that, we take a break in a big room full of overpriced vending machines and annoying people. after that i go to my regularly assinged spot of SHOES. i have no idea why i do the shoes. apparently, i'm the best they've ever seen though. (no i'm not gay, i hate shoes actually.) so i have what i would call one of the top 3 hardest jobs in the store. i get these big boxes filled to the brim with individual shoeboxes, all randomly assorted. i then have to sort these shoeboxes out into specific shopping carts i line up. depending on the night there can be 7-14 carts lined up. you painfully fill up these carts with all these shoeboxes (it's double stacked!) and then you walk through the 10 isles or so and find where the boxes go. after that, my work uses the crap out of me and makes me do all the purses and other gay stuff then it's off to baby stuff. pacifiers, clothing, bottles, that sorta stuff. oh and heavy baby furniture such as stroller, cribs, walkers, and other various heavy junk. so when i have a bad day at work it sucks. tonight i had the most shoes EVER. it took me forever. then i had to do the other stuff, then after everything was done and i had worked through my 2nd break (they said i could go when i was done with baby) i had to stick around cuz there was no one else left in the store and i had to clean up all the shopping carts and pallets and crap. luckilly, my friend strayed away and helped with a few of the shopping carts. so here, i've illustrated a picture of me at work. hope you enjoy it.
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at least you have a job! don't gimme that. it doesn't pay all that great for the work you do. sometimes you just have to vent about unfairness and whine and cry about having to do hard work and all the time being seperated from anyone you can talk to and isolated from your all your friends. (the only ones who help me anyway.) life is fair? isn't it. in other good news, i think i've made a pretty solid long term future decision that i might reveal at the right time. i'm getting married! not actually. however, gum girl might be my work girlfriend. i asked her and i'll hopefully get an answer on thursday. if you ask me, i'd rather have marcie von bondie be my at work girlfriend. not the actual marcie von bondie, but eh. i give nicknames to every single person. usually it's cuz i don't remember names, but it's just more fun to give nick names. everyone is either something girl or something guy. i have mental nicknames. like "pissed off grocery guy." or "morgue girl" there's also something chick and something dude. ok wow, i'm done. you blog ppl.
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| the tblog conspiracy |
| 03.15.04 (6:56 pm) [edit] |
nice downtime for tblog eh? did you all miss the meblog? i know i did. however, i will not be a pushover like most of you were when it came back online. there's something quite fishy going on and i intend to get to the bottom of it, or at least exploit it. notice how i was in 1st place and featured blogs didn't update this week? now i must fight another week to get my sorry little blog featured. i know i know, it's just a stupid little contest. but it's more than that to me. it's a war. i was completely ripped off the 1st time. i'm ripped off the 2nd time. i vow to not have this happen again.
i've been utterly exhausted the past few days. mindlessly sleeping in my comfy, comfy bed. 1 hot pocket per day. (very tasty) watching finnius do weird excercises with his claw. (i think he's brushing his teeth right now with his tiny claw.) not talking to hardly anyone. i'm not sure what's up these days. no plans in the works. i feel all right. been told i'm looking not so good. "look at those dark circles under yer eyes!" (maybe it's not enough water :P) i shall overcome. afterall, i've still got 1 more hot pocket left, and a loyal crab to stick with me.
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| finny pix |
| 03.13.04 (4:01 am) [edit] |
here\'s a couple disturbing pictures of finnius g. crab. he\'s underwater and way camera shy, so i hope these work out good enough. i may take more if i get some sweet popular demand
the 1st one: the claw
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and the 2nd one: say crab food
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umm.. enjoy.
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| Finnius G. Crab |
| 03.13.04 (2:23 am) [edit] |
there's a new edition to the family. first of all, let's give the back story. my brother and i used to own a fiddler crab. he had lots of different names, so i won't bother telling you all of his. he was mainly herman. a fiddler crab is pretty small, maybe like the size of oh i dunno, a big toe? an eye ball? i couldn't think of anything good that size. fiddler crabs have like 1 big claw and 1 tiny claw. it looks pretty funny. well, herman got dropped on the ground by an idiot friend and kinda went crazy. he killed his girlfriend and his friend we bought for him. he stopped eating, he stopped moving. in the end, we believe he faked his own death from his unstable mental state. *sigh* SO, i got a new fiddler crab today in the spirit of RIGHTING WRONGS (remember to vote for my stupid blog! do it for the crab!) we named him finnius G. crab. ("the G stands for goosh!") i shall get a snazzy snapshot of him up pretty soon so you can all adore him and appreciate the new member of my blog family.
on a horribly down note, deli girl cancelled on the midnite picnic she promised to come to. she claims to have gotten food poisoning from a mcdonalds. (why's a vegetarian at a mcdonalds?) i've vowed not to call her. cancelling on me especially after a promise is about the worst thing in the world you can do. it's the #1 thing i can't stand. (just for the record.)
we saw 'secret window' ooOooo. pretty good. johnny depp's hair is way cool in it. but mine's cooler, or it will be. speaking of cool, the decemberists were incredible! i highly reccomend seeing them. they put on a jaw dropping performance. they have this song called 'the tain' that's 18:30 long. crazy huh? it's brilliant. they had a guy named tom heinl open for em. he was really funny. he had recorded himself playing on a tape and removed the vocals. he put this tape in a tape deck and sang karaoke to his own songs. he was really funny. he wasn't anything like i expected. the decemberists actually totally blew me away. i was expecting a nice little show, but man they turned it up a notch and were so awesome. so yes. that's what i've been up to. enjoy.
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| lack of communication |
| 03.11.04 (12:26 am) [edit] |
forgive me if i sound insane, well, more insane than normal. i haven't really slept much at all. i had been awake for about 30 hours when, (after my friends pumped me full of sugar to desperately keep me awake to play video games with them) i took a power nap. 3 hour power nap. it still doesn't feel like it did much. my eyes have been burning for like 18 hours now i swear. oi. but anyway, i'm here to explain some of the stuff from the abc's of love. some people didn't know some of the stuff i talked about. so here's a couple explanations
#1. the von bondies are a rock band from detroit. they rock. they sound like the white stripes with bass and an awesome drummer. funny thing, sounding like the white stripes. cuz jack white actually beat up the lead singer of the von bondies. oh, and they also have marcie bolen. *drools*
#2. the vacuum thing is about our bearded friend who spent $1750 on a kirby G5 (the best you can get!) vacuum. this stupid contraption looks like it's from the 50's and it cost more than my car. i think i mentioned this before, but it was the worst budget decision purchase of 2003 for him, and for anyone for that matter.
#3. i have great hair, it's so soft! it's ok to use girly type shampoo. (just use 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner, it's much faster.) my friend uses girly type lotion on his hands. pft!
#4. elliott smith was the greatest musician around since john lennon. go here to check into him. www.sweetadeline.net
#5. i should have added that i liked writing and making lists and arguing.
so that's all. it's decemberist day and i need to get some beauty sleep so i'm not too horribly looking like a zombie. and i need to be in a joyous mood for the world. (that's another thing i needed to explain.) and have you noticed the aesthetic improvements to the site? the tiny counter that doesn't seem to be counting right in the bottom right of the screen (it seems to be about 200 hits behind) the daily tip that has useless information? the backgrounds and headers and so forth. i work my guts out for you people and all you do is spit in my face! naw, i'm only kidding. so yes, carry on.
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| the abc's of love |
| 03.10.04 (4:50 am) [edit] |
a lot of people tell me i'm a pretty negative person. i'm also told i hate EVERYTHING. most of this is true. so i've come up with a pretty gay list of all 26 letters of the alphabet cleverly arranged to display tons of things i like, love, enjoy, have interest in. stuff like that. so here's your opportunity to know a little bit more about me and show you my soft side and stuff. also i'm just really really really bored and feel like taking the brain out for a walk.
Arrested development, attorneys
Black colored clothing, brendan benson
Charm, charisma, creativity
Driving, dogs, darts, detroit bands
Elephants, Elliott Smith, England
Friends, friday, fog
Girls - especially ones that work in a deli, golf
Hair that rules, harry potter
Initials, i like mine for some reason
Just - the best radiohead video, jogging, jason falkner
Kid A - the best radiohead album, kites
Lemonade, laws that are fair
Muse, mood elevator, morrissey, music
News, nevernudes
Oliver, my brother, oceans
Pink lemonade mmmm
Questions, quick wits
Radiohead of course, rain, reading
Strokes, the. guitar SoloS. scrubs, suits
TV, thinking
Ukelele
Von bondies, vacuums ;)
White stripes, weiner dogs, winter
Xfiles when they were good
Zippers? zip lock bags? zobmondo?
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| angel, won't you call me |
| 03.10.04 (3:31 am) [edit] |
so i'm not sure what to write. there's not much on my mind. there might be a few things, but as always, they're not interesting. even to me.. whenever something remotely cool happens to me, my friend always asks "this is going in the blog, isn't it?" you bet your sweet bippy it is. i'll get the boring crap over first. our bearded vacuum buying friend wants me to go with him and look into a job assembling medical supplies. i believe those supplies are catheters. tee hee hee! apparently the job is 4 days a week, 10 hour days. i'm not much of a full time work kinda guy, but who knows. it might be worth my time. it's all an issue of pros and cons. always an internal struggle. it's better to get away from working a graveyard shift (which is slowly killing me i think) it sucks having to do monotonous work for 10 hours a day 4 days straight. the pay is about exactly the same. vacuum bear pal says "what's the worst that could happen? make more money?" i'll check into it i suppose. it couldn't hurt.
and now the juicy stuff. talked to tasty deli girl on the phone for about 20 minutes yesterday. i learned a few things that make me love and hate her. first, the hates (my fav thing to do in life is hate stuff. especially crappy stuff like punk music and anime, sorry pal u know who you are.) she hates my two fav american bands. the strokes and the white stripes. that's a big time offense. maybe she just hasn't heard the right stuff :/ and she's a vegeterian. that doesn't really bug me though. people can eat whatever they want. even though it's perfectly fine to eat meat and the only reason one would have to not eat it would be some kind of health issue. i dunno. isn't it ironic the vegeterian works in a deli?i also learned she just moved here about 3 months ago from a small town about a half hour north of me. what else? she's heard of some cool bands that i know. that's a plus. she's cute, that's a plus too. i'm sticking with it. hopefully she comes along with us this week. i'll promise myself to be in a joyous mood. won't that be just dandy?
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| angel, won't you call me |
| 03.10.04 (3:28 am) [edit] |
so i'm not sure what to write. there's not much on my mind. there might be a few things, but as always, they're not interesting. even to me.. whenever something remotely cool happens to me, my friend always asks "this is going in the blog, isn't it?" you bet your sweet bippy it is. i'll get the boring crap over first. our bearded vacuum buying friend wants me to go with him and look into a job assembling medical supplies. i believe those supplies are catheters. tee hee hee! apparently the job is 4 days a week, 10 hour days. i'm not much of a full time work kinda guy, but who knows. it might be worth my time. it's all an issue of pros and cons. always an internal struggle. it's better to get away from working a graveyard shift (which is slowly killing me i think) it sucks having to to monotonous work for 10 hours a day 4 days straight. the pay is about exactly the same. vacuum bear pal says "what's the worst that could happen? make more money?" i'll check into it i suppose. it couldn't hurt.
and now the juicy stuff. talked to tasty deli girl on the phone for about 20 minutes yesterday. i learned a few things that make me love and hate her. first, the hates (my fav thing to do in life is hate stuff. especially crappy stuff like punk music and anime, sorry pal u know who you are.) she hates my two fav american bands. the strokes and the white stripes. that's a big time offense. maybe she just hasn't heard the right stuff :/ and she's a vegeterian. that doesn't really bug me though. people can eat whatever they want. even though it's perfectly fine to eat meat and the only reason one would have to not eat it would be some kind of health issue. i dunno. isn't it ironic the vegeterian works in a deli?i also learned she just moved here about 3 months ago from a small town about a half hour north of me. what else? she's heard of some cool bands that i know. that's a plus. she's cute, that's a plus too. i'm sticking with it. hopefully she comes along with us this week. i'll promise myself to be in a joyous mood. won't that be just dandy?
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| for every crime that i commit, there'll be a punishment to fit |
| 03.09.04 (3:46 am) [edit] |
tonight at the big red store, my bearded pal brought something incredibly disturbing to my attention. all friendships at the big red store are trying to be crushed by managment. they're splitting up anyone who gets along! why? cuz they think we'd slack if we liked the person we were working with? actually, it's completely opposite of that. when working with someone familiar, you actually work better and faster together. you know each other well, so communication is clear and you respect each other. we all decided we hate the big red store for doing this to us. why try to destroy relationships coworkers built? does anybody else's job do this?i really want to know. but of course, the store takes things one step further and completely isolates you. i'm stuck by myself in never ending shoebox land. my best friend is stuck wandering around the store like a hobo straightening up the joint. and the bearded pal, he's stuck with the store suckup monitoring everything he says/does. it may sound like he's on the tightest leash, but it's actually me who's completely screwed over. i'm barely allowed to even talk to anybody unless i'm "moving" while doing it. sometimes working also involves reading where you have to put whatever it is you're holding. *sigh* how can one combat a situation this horrible? i'm not sure really. i have ideas: fight it to the death. break the rules they try to impose upon you. never EVER sacrifice friendships for promotions and smiles from bosses. don't lose your individuality by submitting to strict dress codes. try to bend the rules as much as you can. you never have to be another prisoner in your own world truding along whilst the rain of mismanagment and tierany beat down upon you.
ooo that sounded pretty good eh? anyone hear of the decemberists? they're coming into town on thursday and i'm pretty excited to go and see em. they're a good little band. i also have mini hopes for deli girl coming through one of these days and hanging out with us. i'm also excited to see a girl come into town and hang out with me. that's always a good thing to see somebody you care about. wow, i'm such an emotional guy eh? don't get your hopes up, i will crush them.
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| help me kill my time |
| 03.08.04 (6:25 am) [edit] |
i did something good for somebody last nite. gum girl had mentioned she hadn't eaten in like 3 days. any money she makes she uses to buy food for her 2 kids. my cold, golden heart softened for a minisecond, pumped some blood to the charity part of my brain and i bought her a sweet package of some good wheat chippy thingies she requested from the vending machine. naturally, i felt happy to help another human being.
you don't make your best friends at school. you make your friends at work. i think work is a better place to "bond" because it's kind of a "we're in this together" situation all the time. you find people to confide in. naturally, the bosses see this unification of friendship and try their hardest to split you up and break you down before you actually try to have a good time.
congrats to us all. this crap of a sweet blog has reached #84 in the hot blogs. however, i won't sleep till crazy poodle lady is overthrown. actually, i don't care about anyone else on the list. i don't even care about the list. ;)
i guess that's about all i have to write. bummer eh? oh, maybe the movies i saw. i ran out and picked up the missing and school of rock. the missing was pretty cool, actually. school of rock was cute and had some funny parts. both pretty good movies. i prolly give them both 4 outta 5 stars. anything else? here in utah, there's kind of a battle between the minions of.. people. the battle is about rated R movies. some people choose to not watch em. i think this choice is bleh because movies aren't gonna do anything to you. i say stay away from movies with obvious nudity, other foulness that might shock yer eyes and ears. otherwise, violence and mild language and other stuff is ok. actually, i don't even care about language. you hear worse potty mouth from coworkers. my main defense of rated R movies is: if i hadn't seen good will hunting i wouldn't have seen an incredible show, and i wouldn't know who ELLIOTT SMITH is. also FIGHT CLUB. that's all i have to say about that. oh and we were soldiers was dang powerful. let's not forget the last samurai too. so yes, rated R brings us obviously the best movies. let's try out hardest to support good movies. : except ones with nudity! you pervs.
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| an all out war |
| 03.07.04 (1:13 am) [edit] |
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remember my constant campaign and bugging to get your votes? i got them. i was in 2nd place with 12 votes. 1 person in front of me with 14 votes, and 1 below me with 11 votes. that's clearly 3 people who were in the lead who didn't get featured on featured blogs. i brought this point up with the administrator, and was shrugged away, swatted if you will. like a pesky housefly. so after trying to mediate that way, i've decided to declare an all out war and i WILL be featured by next week. so even if you hate my guts, at least vote for me now on featured blog submissions and we will together fix this and show the man who's right.
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| everything's in place - the single person's blog |
| 03.06.04 (11:36 pm) [edit] |
today is a good day to talk about being single. but before i do that, let's explain the deli girl story some more.
[u]#1.[/u] She had to work, apparently.
yep, she called. quite a shock to me actually. it was out of the blue. maybe she called out of guilt. but who really cares? depending on what her schedule is next week, she might be able to do something. perhaps see the decemberists with the gang and i? there is no gang, actually. gang either sounds too gay or too i dunno west side story. but west side story and gay are synonymous.
ok now here's something i like to call
[u][b]The guide to being single[/b][/u]
Let's start off by telling all the people who say "being single is great! relationships suck! never get into one!" they're insane. now, i'm quite qualified to explain the single life. i never got asked to a dance in high school (not that i woulda gone anyway) i never had a secret crush on me, i got shot down tons of times (and still continue to get shot down) and anything else bad with the opposite sex you can think of, it's prolly happened to me, or hasn't happened to me. so i'm very qualified to talk about the single life.
[u]#1.[/u] [b]The single life sucks:[/b] It's not all sunbed tanning, convertibles, and polishing your big guns at the gym. Your life is just about the same thing every day. you have your single person routine. you typically buy the same junk at the grocery store. you are constantly bored. you have no other input on your life. no other opinion pushing you to do something or don't do something. sometimes you don't even have motivation to clean your own room or car. what's the reason to clean when there's nobody over?
[u]#2.[/u] [b]The Single person cupboard:[/b] here's a typical listing of things you might find in the kitchen of a single person. JUNK FOOD. that's a big one. This can range anywhere from candy bars, chips, fruit snacks, donuts, sweets, you know that sort of stuff. DRINKS. lots of stuff to drink. If it's alcoholic, shame on you! naw, i don't care if you drink. just know that it's bad and i don't do it. I'm talking about sodas, juices, bottled water, milk (usually a pathetic half gallon like i do) and let's not forget the pink lemonade. mmmm. FROZEN GOODS. this stuff can vary, but i assure you most of it will be single serving. ice cream, burritos, maybe a pack of corn dogs, and my personal fav: the tv dinner! (note that even the frozen stuff is junky type food.
[u]#3.[/u][b]Single person job:[/b] I'm not all sure about this. You can prolly bet that's it's a job that doesn't vary much in its day to day tasks, therefore driving the single person into a pity spiral. Or you can have a fab job like mine, unleashing shoeboxes to the world in the middle of the night on a wonderful graveyard shift full of cranky self invovled gossiping backstabbers. *cough*
[u]#4.[/u] [b]Single person transportation:[/b] There's straight up 2 types of single person transportation, or maybe 3. If you're trying not to be single you can bet you're driving either some kind of inconvieniet s.u.v. or flashy sports car with rear wheel drive (great choice for the snow ;P) or you're gonna be driving the gas saving car. After all, you don't want your gassing up schedule to be screwed up. There's also the 3rd option of no car at all, or whatever piece of trash you can get your hands on.
[u]#5.[/u] [b]Single Person Attire:[/b] We dress nice, unless we've completely given up on life. It doesn't matter how i dress, I have great hair.
ok i think that's about it. i know it's prolly all completely wrong, but i don't care. i like putting things into lists. and who knows, i might not be single that much longer. i have tasty deli chick on the horizon of my deep fried future. Aw, who am i kidding, i'd rather have a sweet hookup on potato salad than go out with me!
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| love and destroy: a musical blog. |
| 03.06.04 (4:29 am) [edit] |
i dunno what's on my mind. it just feels like i need to be writing. this blog might be boring for everyone but i'm thinking about music. i'm really into music. everyone's really into music. but i'm into it a different way. i analyze songs over and over. listening to each tiny part. when they take breaths, the strumming pattern. all of that. i'm a lil ermm yeah. i know there's people out there that do the exact same thing, but i don't really care about them. so yeah, music is a hard thing to talk to people about. everyone usually likes crap. i define it as crap, cuz only what i listen to isn't crap. the rest is crap. but there's variations of crap, i can listen to some of the other crap, but most of it is just crap. there, now that i've said crap enough times to last me for the entire year, i feel like defining which song by which artist can be played for specific kinds of days/moods.
[u]SAD:[/u] Anything by Elliott Smith. may i reccomend "angel in the snow" of course, there's way more sad stuff. this guy was the best ever *sigh*
[u]HAPPY:[/u] Brendan Benson - "good to me" Brendan is just great pop/rock. 90% of his songs are happy. He's prolly my new musical hero.
[u]RAINY DAY:[/u] White Stripes - "i just don't know what to do with myself." Not an original, but it still rocks.
[u]NEED TO ROCK:[/u] MUSE. anything muse, really. Start out with "Stockholm Syndrome" or Sunburn.
[u]Fun:[/u] The Smiths - "this charming man" morrissey still rules.
[u]Hopelessly in Love:[/u] Brendan Benson - "Alternative to Love." good singing on this one
[u]FRIDAY:[/u] The Von Bondies - "c'mon c'mon" i love this one. super good, fast rock song.
[u]AIR GUITAR:[/u] The Strokes - "Reptilia" Best 10 seconds of air solo you can ever try.
[u]Depressed in Love:[/u] JUDE - "madonna" wow, this song is pretty powerful, actually.
[u]ARTISTIC:[/u] Radiohead - "sit down, stand up" the raindrops, you'll understand.
[u]KICK DRUM:[/u] i'm such a sucker for the sound the kicker drum makes. i think that's what it's called, anyway. but before i list the stuff i have to say for the record that i hate this band with a passion, but they have a handful of ok songs that don't make me wanna puke. Travis - "somewhere else."
[u]SING ALONG:[/u] Mood Elevator - "Everything's in place." The perfect runner runs the hall...
ok now i'm bored of the song list thing. i don't care if you don't care about em or hate the bands or even if you don't know any of the people. i just needed to excercise my brain a little bit. umm what else? deli girl was a no call, no show. she's now cut out of the picture, unless she calls or shows. then of course, we'll all come crawling back. isn't it fun to see how my single person brain works? shall i explain a little bit about being single? perhaps i'll save that for the next blog. something sad and fun to look forward to. keep up the voting for me, i'll keep up the shameless promotion.
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| there's a life right outside of your window |
| 03.04.04 (4:37 pm) [edit] |
way too much video games. my brain feels zapped. my teeth feel dirty too. bleh. too many swedish fish.
she didn't show.
we ventured into the area of why deli girl didn't show. here's what we came up with and what i came up with my studies.
[u]1.[/u] she didn't actually believe we'd call her.
[u]2.[/u] she was forbidden by some kind of authority figure, whether it be a bossy boyfriend or a concerned parent. afterall, we ARE strangers. but my hair rules! how can i be crazy?
[u]3.[/u] she somehow found out my friends watch japanimation and made a good decision to stay very far away from it. (i reccomend that decision too)
[u]4. [/u] she doesn't like swedish fish... but that's impossible.
[u]5.[/u]trent blew all our chances when he walked into the grocery store wearing his spongebob jammies. (spjammies for short)
[u]6.[/u] she didn't answer her phone for fear of cell phone brain cancer. (my uncle died of it, i swear!)
[u]7.[/u] she got sick from eating too much deli chicken. oh yeah, i've been there.
[u]8.[/u] she reads this blog and knows i'm a secret loser.
[u]9.[/u] top secret mission for national security? i can't talk about it.
[u]10.[/u] we did nothing at all. it just didn't work out.
i blame everyone else but myself.
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| when there's nothing left for me and you |
| 03.03.04 (3:35 pm) [edit] |
i'm sitting here. in front of my heater. dining on swedish fish. killing time before and trying to realize that tatsy deli chick isn't going to call. she's not going to come to the shindig tonight either. we all knew it. the sad thing is that we've all been excited for about the last 5 days. but we all knew in the back of our minds that she wasn't going to show. who knows, maybe she'll call at the last minute.
how bout a change of pace to something good? my freakin belt finally came in the mail! yes! it's been 3 weeks.
how bout a change to something interesting? i'm afraid that might be just about all i have for now. i'm happy with all the support from people coming in and voting, i'm really pleasantly surprised. so thanks for that and tell yer friends to vote or i'll for sure hurl myself off a giant building if i don't get featured. i'm probably kidding, but do you want that on yer conscience?
my mom sent me this wicked cool hypnosis cd for self confidence. it was weird! my friend and i both listened to it on seperate occasions and we both (i noticed i say "bolth" anyone else do this?) had about the exact same experience. you feel extremely comfortable and care free, you forget just about everything the lady is telling you except the funny line of "you are a child of the universe and you have every right to be here." then the second she says "1" when waking you up, you feel extremely awake. it's way weird! i reccomend that trip of a cd to anyone who's a child of the universe.
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| how to vote |
| 03.02.04 (12:44 pm) [edit] |
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i understand that voting for a featured blog might be kind of confusing. so i'll walk you through it! below the tblurt on the right side of the page you'll see a "featured blogs" box. at the bottom of that box there's a line that says "how do i get featured?" just click that, a little pop up will come up that lists every other sad person who's submitted a feature request. simply get through all the other junk and find me. and here's my favorite part. click the VOTE button next to my name. :) bless you my children!
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| roommate rant + the mystery of tasty deli girl |
| 03.01.04 (3:05 am) [edit] |
i have lots to tell. pull your chair closer, get your popcorn or other disgusting snack that gets stuck in your teeth, unplug your phone, whatever it takes. ready? ok i'll wait.. no i won't. i'm going. and besides, as i've made it so abundantly clear before, i'm only talking to my brain and you're just the voyeur type character who watches what i write in anticipation.
i have roommates. lots of them. i think 5 to be exact. 4 would have been ok, but no. my landlord got a bid uber greedy and had to rent out the last bedroom that happened to be next to mine. long story short, i can prolly never have friends over again cuz of the whiney guy next door. but that's not the story. i don't have a problem with 3 of the roomies, i never see those 3 usually. i have a problem with 2. let's break them down eh.
[u][b]1st subject[/b]:[/u] the next door roomy. i believe it's his first time on his own. he's prolly like 25. he got fired from his job and now he just sits around and collects unemployment. so don't feel bad if i waste on this guy, he's fairly worthless in the eyes of society. that's not my beef with him. my beef: he never EVER leaves the house. EVER. actually, he leaves once a day from like 8am-915am. perhaps to go to the unemployment office and pick up his check? sure, it's a house and you're supposed to live there, but here's what bugs me. one time my friend came over and we hung out and watched some scrubs episodes and stuff, laughed, had a good time and all that. the next day he was all whiney about how he was up all night and was too lazy to say anything. or the infamous time when i was talking on the phone to my siblings who i never get to see and hardly get to talk to. he comes and so painfully asks "can you close your vent or something?" grrr.. i also have strong reason to believe he defiled the downstairs living room by placing a giant basketball hoop/net returner arcade type game smack dab in the middle of it. quite a tacky purchase, i must say. i'll be humble and say i've got quite a strong case against this first chum, don't i? how do we get rid of him? we can't kill him. (it costs too much) we can't move. he won't move. (he's a loser, he's totally a "for lifer") i suppose i'm doomed.
[u][b]the 2nd offender[/b]:[/u] here's the breakdown on him. he's like an assistant manager at a fast food restaurant, he has tattoos but regrets them, and has tons and tons of jars of pennies. the first nite he moved in, i came into the kitchen to see the entire table covered in one gigantic lego model of some star wars type space ship. he's the nerd of the two, definitely. he plays tons and tons of video games. he's the one who hogs the upstairs tv. i'm dead serious when i say he's been sitting in front of the tv for the past 3 days. (and watching crap!) i kid you not, it's 4am and he's up there right now watching the life story of ah-nold shwarzy on E! oh and i think he eats my food. which is the cardinal sin of the roommates holy code. you do not EVER touch each other's food/stuff. and once again let me remind the readers to have no sympathy for this chap. for he once brought home 2 drunk girls, both had kids and he was hitting major time on the one that was married. arm around her and all. not a good call. *sigh* how can we get rid of him? i suspect he'll eventually run out of money and be forced to bolt in the middle of the nite. either that, or he'll get brain cancer from never leaving the tv and he'll just die.
hopefully i'll gain some sympathy from people who have roommates and know what it's like. i believe the 2 i listed above are probably typical roomies. i know there's some way weirder ones out there. send me a comment if you do, i wanna hear. heh.
and now i will treat you all with... a... treat. allow me to give you a snippet of my "tasty deli girl" story. it starts with me buying a toaster for my friend at the grocery story. i end up meeting a good lookin chick who works at the deli. i invite her to hang with the crew sometime, she gives her number and there's plans in the works for wednesday and friday. *hopefully* i'll be sure to ruin all my privacy and cough up the juicy details when they unfold. as for now, i'm gonna continue to be disgusted with the roomies and maybe i'll pick up another hobby that involves being dead silent.
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