Aug 30, 2006
You Need To Stop Being A Cunt
| Because seriously... I left you and I tried to be your friend, when things got awkward I said "fine" and left you alone. But no, you have to be a total cunt and try to provoke me into a fight with someone else... real mature. hmm, maybe now this is a reason I'm glad I wised up and left? I think so. Do you really want to know how much I care? This is how much:  In much more relevent news, I just had to go through and redo my entire iTunes library... why? Because Apple is full of a bunch of douchebags. As you well may know, MP4 is the new format that was and is still only used by iTunes... that means until you find this out after you import all of your CD's and get an mp3 player that IS NOT AN iPod... you're fucked and in for the long haul. That's right, I just spent a total of some 6 hours reformatting all those files to mp3s. Yeah, fuck you Apple... why 6 hours?? Well that would be because they're big enough assholes not to let you select more than 1 track to convert at a time. So one by one... finally. Oh but it doesn't replace the old file, you have to manually delete those too. So I have some 2.3 million megabites of music sitting in my trash can. The things I do. I'm feeling up to sending a complaint to Creative and to Apple because this is total b/s. I wonder how many other people had to go through this crap... ahh well, it seems people are just content with being total fucking douchebags these days. I think the "mike being a nice guy" is coming to a swift end. Tickets to go see the Skychiefs Thursday night (for those of you who don't know, that's the Jay's AAA team). Maybe if I'm lucky I can catch someone on a rehab stint! Stratovarius - Fight!!! |
Aug 28, 2006
Tagged by a married woman and a guy who wears a bag over his head...
| Bloggers have coaxed me into doing this retarded thing... And once you have been tagged, you have to write a post with 8 facts/things/habits about yourself and say who tagged you. In the end, you will need to choose the 6 people you tag and list their names. No tag backs. Here are the 8 things you may not know about moi: 1) I was in the top 5% of my class before entering high school. During which, my GPA hit new lows that were unimaginable by me. The worst regents test score I pulled was a 79 on the Spanish regents (in which I could NOT stop staring at the insanely hot girl who was, at the time, my girlfriend). Other than that I always pulled top notch grades on al the regents tests. 2) I'm a video game, sports and music junkie. Still own a Super Nintendo and play it almost as much as my PS2 and I've had a few PC games over the years. There's nothing like Rainbow 6 on dial-up! Day of Defeat is the best WW2 game ever conceived. Red Orchestra is pretty badass as well. (Pitt lost to me in NHL 06) I've been to Yankee Stadium... somewhere in the 10-12 game range. Went to see them play the Athletics in the playoffs (the year Jeter pulled the shovel pass). I've never seen a place more electric than that stadium. Also been to Fenway Park in Boston. There's nothing like getting looks like you're about to get your face pounded off because you're wearing a Jeter jersey into enemy territory! I've been downsizing the music library to free up hard drive space, but as soon as (or if) I get the mp3 player I bought it should be back up to around 10gb of songs. 3) I have no confidence. 4)I rarely get my hair cut. In the past five years I've had less haircuts than that. 5) The only reason I picked up the bass guitar is because I heard stories that my dad used to play. 6) I failed out of college. Got labeled a mental case, no thanks to my parents, struggling to get anywhere since. 7) The best times of my life have been spent alone or with complete strangers. 8) I'm 99.9% sure that I will never get married (leave that .1% possibility just in case I'm proven wrong again). I tag: your mom your sister your girlfriend your cousin your ex girlfriend your neighbor |
Aug 27, 2006
It All Makes Sense Now
| You ever wonder what the world would be like if it were ruled by women?? We have a perfect example of what that place would be like, here. Not a pretty place, different warring groups, genocide, starvation, and escalating attacks on these peacekeeping taskforces being sent by the U.N. Well, here's the prime example of what a nation ruled by a woman is going to turn into:
Well, there you have it are you still hoping Hilary will run for the Democrats in '08? You can count on it being a million times worse in the U.S. Chocolate and battery sales would be the only two driving forces for the economy. Wingmen would no longer be needed. The fat chicks would be the only ones going out on the weekends (here's some pickup lines for those situations). Only gay men would be allowed to go to those clubs. Lesbian porn would not exist. There would only be pop and rap on the radio. American Idol, Friends, and Sex & the City would run year round. Matter of fact, Melrose Place would still be on the air. Lifetime would have more channels than ESPN. There would be no ESPN. We'd all get an additional 4 to 5 days off a month; but it wouldn't be a good thing as we'd be forced into servitude for those days. Video games would only consist of Dance Dance Revolution. Sporting events would have those same gay men as cheerleaders. Last but not least... it would always someone else's fault when things go wrong(preferably a man's) Smashmouth - Walking on the Sun |
Aug 24, 2006
In the News
 You think that's news? Really??!? Oh ye of little mind.. THIS IS NEWS: Cook County prosecutors say a 29-year-old man traveling with his mother desperately didn't want her to know he'd packed a sexual aid for their trip to Turkey. So he told security it was a bomb, officials said. That's right, because carrying a bomb onto a plane is alot better than a penis pump. |
Trouble
| School starts again on Monday. I have class everyday at 9am. Chronic Future - Time and Time Again I haven't woken up before 11am all month. I'm fucked. |
Aug 22, 2006
Geesh
| It's things like this that makes me totally understand why someone can work in a Post Office for 25 years and then suddenly snap and kill everyone they work with. President Bush declined to work out a time-table for withdrawal from Iraq... thank god, for a minute there I thought decency and common sense had come rushing back in. Apparently if you're aligned with a political party that the U.S. Government doesn't approve of you are now apart of a faction and therefore a terrorist; get used to it. Although I do not condone the selling of weapons for any reason other than pure sport and recreation, one nation's terrorist is another culture's freedom fighter. As I read the news all I see is death, fraud, and corporate leadership under review. It's times like these that make me wish I never complained about the "feel good" stories on the news... HURT - Rapture |
Aug 20, 2006
A Year Ago.... Already.
| The sun sank, the dim sky was palely lit by the clouds that refracted. Gloom and dusk were arriving at the same time. But plans were being made, children were being tucked in. The teenagers all out to their party scenes, the lovers all to their make-out scenes. The few who have nothing to do, go to the movies (for some it is the make-out scene). Comedy over drama, that's what always makes a good date (remember that one kids). Fidgety and holding hands (thumb war progressing), two wait in the lobby for a third. Some people are known to my eye, some to hers, none approach mine, but they approach her. It's a solemn vow, taken by every guy, when with company never intrude upon the other. The lights are dim and the candy sucks, the movie starts and is way too loud. The audience giggles and we hold hands. Every romantic scene draws a gaze and a smile, the never ending jokes of how we first met. The infamous introduction, and the night of my life. Having a ball, still grasping palms, holding in your bladder, as it is going to explode from laughter. The lights regain focus, the applause is imminent, everyone now parting ways, all filing out. The conversations ensue, the longing to be alone with her still the same. Talkative and brash, a few jokes and a decision continues the night. The sky falling down and pouring itself out. Rain drops as big as lottery coins, just feeling so right as they splash down. Fun and defiance are one in the same; both mischievious and frivolous. Kiss me because we'll never kiss like this again, hug me because the time we have is narrowing. Memories rush through and through, that slight smirk still lingering... Time has fast forwarded, I'm saying goodbye? This can't be right, I desperately tell you I love you. I turn away to find myself wishing I hadn't. I race to get back to my lappy, still intoxicated by you. Inspired by the feeling you give me, the Blackness of the clouds against the crimson charcoal of the sky. It's over, the night's done... |
Aug 18, 2006
Warning
| If You Are Reading This Then This Is For You. Every Word You Read Of This Useless Fine Print Is Another Second Of Your Life. Don’t You Have Other Things To Do? Is Your Life So Empty That You Honestly Can’t Think Of A Better Way To Spend These Moments? Or Are You So Impressed With Authority That You Give Respect To All Who Claim It? Do You Read Everything You’re Supposed To Read? Do You Think Everything You’re Supposed To Think? Buy What You’re Told You Want? Get Out Of Your House/Apartment; Meet A Member Of The Opposite Sex. Stop The Excessive Shopping And Masturbation. Quit Your Job. Start A Fight. Prove You’re Alive. If You Don’t Claim Your Humanity You Will Become A Statistic. Blue Oyster Cult - Don't Fear The Reaper |
Aug 17, 2006
DidYouKnow
| That A Giraff Only Has 7 Bones In Its Neck There Is No Proper Name For The Inside Of Your Elbow Or The Back Of Your Knee Clinophobia is the fear of beds The porpoise is second to man as the most intelligent animal on the planet The original game of "Monopoly©" was circular. A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and down continually from the bottom of the glass to the top. All of the clocks in Pulp Fiction© are stuck on 4:20. All 50 states are listed across the top of the Lincoln Memorial on the back of the $5 bill. The word "set" has more definitions than any other word in the English language. Mr. Snuffleupagas'™ first name was Alyoisus™. Maine is the only state whose name is just one syllable. There are 22 stars surrounding the mountain on the Paramount Pictures© logo. Shakespeare™ invented the word "assassination" and "bump." More people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes Facetious and abstemious contain all the vowels in the correct order. Wilma Flintstone's™ maiden name was Wilma Slaghoopal™, and Betty Rubble's™ Maiden name was Betty Jean Mcbricker™. There is a seven letter word in the English language that contains ten words without rearranging any of its letters, "therein": the, there, he, in, rein, her, here, here, ere, therein, herein. A quarter has 119 grooves around the edge. On an American one-dollar bill, there is an owl in the upper left-hand corner of the "1" encased in the "shield" and a spider hidden in the front upper right-hand corner. The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets. Moon™ was Buzz Aldrin's™ mother's maiden name. The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket. There are 336 dimples on a regulation golf ball. Both Hitler™ and Napoleon™ were missing one testicle. The first product to have a bar code was Wrigley's gum©. Leonardo Da Vinci™ invented the scissors No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, or purple. |
Aug 16, 2006
Don't You Just Hate It When the Bad Guy Doesn't Die?
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Aug 14, 2006
Weetarded
| Man do I love the internet. Who doesn't? All the information (and porn) you could ever ask for and it's the fastest communication medium to date. But whoever the fuck started Paypal needs to be brought out to the woodshed and knocked around. Not only is it a dumb concept, it's also a dumb process. You start up a company that does what... we take payments and make payments. Great, so you took the intimacy out of me making a purchase... "But it's safer" No, it's not. I'd rather give up my information to SOMEONE than to SOMETHING. Who knows what they could rack up and say I bought and then tie things up for months with finger pointing within the actual business. But if I were to give someone my information and they tried to fuck with it... bada-bing your ass is grass, I know who it is and what they were doing with my stuff. But no, let's make this a tedious process and you know what, we're going to need your bank account with your credit card as well, even though they're both separate payment methods we'd like both. Not only have they botched my attempted ebay purchases on more than one occassion, I'm now being told that my credit card is no good for an "online purchase". That's great, considering I just made one a month ago on a different website without Paypal and their gay ass verification system. Moral of the story: 1) start company that has absolutely no purpose but give people a fake sense of security. 2) let's make the process not even work half the time 3) let's make people tell us ALL of their information that way we can know about every purchase/deposit/withrawal they make for the rest of their life. Retarded. |
Aug 13, 2006
Citation, page 171:
| Like the smell of wet pavement reminds me of the simplicity of childhood. My waking self shows no trace of that which I once was. I am now someone else. I am a grown man and still, though eager for the future's cast, hopeful of nothing to change that which I have known prior. So if death is defeat, or a passage as some see fit, then this will have been my victory. And if that is the only truth I know of myself in this life, then fine by me. Night kid |
Aug 9, 2006
Tapering Off, the Detective Tale of Rouch Growley
| Damn I hate kids sometimes. I got a phone call telling me to come quick, we have an investigation to get on. So I slipped out of my underdog jammies and into a t-shirt and a pair of overalls, when you're on the case you wanna look your best. Cecil, my partner, was already waiting for me at my front door and we both threw our big-wheels into reverse. Just as we were making ready to peel out, that girl who insists on making me do everything twice came barreling out onto the porch, phone and juicebox in hand. Man, if there's one thing girls are useful for, it's juiceboxes. We made the two block trip to where everyone was crowding around the aftermath of what seemed like a child brutality, weggied i'm afraid. Now there were rumors about it being an atomic weggie but there's only one for sure way to tell if it's really that severe; the kid would've been unconcious. Instead, he was hiding under the picnic table rocking back and forth sucking on his thumb... We tried to ask people how it started. The best that we got out of it was that the kid lives across the street and his mother called him in for lunch. But with a name like Hilary, you're bound to catch some shit for it, especially when it's made public in such an embarassing way. That's one thing girls aren't good for, keeping secrets. Well after that we pretty much knew how the rest of the story goes. It had appeared that notorius bully by the name of, Im too big for my age Max, had given a certain school boy a charlie horse and a weggie, next too him he left a note spelled out in Juice, "Ouch" well that's all we were gonna get from the victim. And the more I thought about it a boy with a name like Hilary we both agreed the poor kid had it coming but Max had gotten away with too many of these pull-up and runs.  We were gonna catch him... and today was the day to do it. We arrived at his house exhausted, that's what big wheeling all the way to the development will do to you though. We knocked on his door but nobody answered... we waited around for a few more minutes then just as we were deciding to leave we saw I'm too big for my age Max, he slowly looked at us as if he thought we couldnt see him, he started to move out of the room slowly chanting, "Cheewah" over and over again, "Cheewah cheeeewahhh CHEEWAHHHHHHHH" We both had no idea what he was gonna do... but when he jumped on my big wheel and peeled out that was the final straw. Cecil grabbed his big wheel and I grabbed Max's but it was way too big and I couldn't reach the pedals when they were all the way forwards... I'm too big for my age Max headed for the park... we didn't know whether or not to follow him in. The park was a place we were never allowed into unless we had someone alot older than us to make sure we didn't fall off the monkey bars. But today we had to chance it. We followed him past the basketball courts and the playground to the baseball fields. He ditched my bike to jump the fence but our best efforts left us on our backs looking up, damn our small stature. That's when it happened, Cecil devised the greatest plan ever. We stole I'm too big for my age Max's big wheel... there's nothing that anyone in their right mind would hold more precious than their big wheel. It was the perfect plan to make sure Max got what he deserved! We gave the wheel a push into the creek and our job was done, another case closed, another day's work successfully completed funny but to think about it, that was the last day I've heard from Cecil... |
Aug 7, 2006
Sunday Mass
  Have a good weekend everybody? |
Aug 4, 2006
Work
| Dear god I went to work today and I'm regretting every second I spent there. First, this guy walks in and he seriously looks like a gay crossbreed of taylor hicks and richard simmons. This should be fun... oh fuck wait... shit... yeah he's sitting down next to me. Fuck. Ahhh gross what the hell is that smell?? Shit it smells like Chad sweating his balls off climbing 3 flights of stairs... BO is not a good thing. I was tempted to tell the guy to try some goddam deodorant. So anyways he's sitting next to me and I lean back in my chair and he totally reeks so I hunch over my desk hoping the wall will shield me from BO-man. Shit this fucker even talks like he's been taking it up the pipeline... Hey wait a minute why the fuck is this asshole talking to me? I tell him to go back to work... yeah that's right, I, me, lost my cool and told him to shut the hell up and get back to work. Then the real fun and games began. The woman in the next cubicle down starts complaining that it's too hot in the call-center... what the fuck this place is air conditioned no not that. anything but that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she gets the fucking supervisor to bust out a fan... and I'm downwind. SHIT I'm going to start fucking puking. Goddamit leaning into my cubicle isn't working anymore... must... run to the bathroom, shit why's this hallway so long?? Heave Ho!! Modest Mouse - The Ocean Breathes Salty |
Aug 2, 2006
Already.
| Today just totally made up for that post. Went to Pizza Hut, got a free order of breadsticks and saw Peggy. Totally got destroyed by the stuffed crust pizza. Went to the mall and discussed music with a few of the less intelligent friends... you know, the ones who worship the likes of nickelback and shinedown. Friend is getting a roomate named ishmael jermain sabajo... holy fuck! He's like the result of an orgy at the United Nations!! Saw Clerks 2 today. Holy fuck, let's take back the porch!!! Sunshine: FALL 2006 Major: Lib Art&Sci-Human&SocSci AA HI 102 History of Civ 2 HU 183 Fund Music Theory 1 MA 108 Concepts in Mathematics PE 110 Racquet Sports SP 201 Intermediate Spanish 1 ___________________________________________________ This leaves only a few classes for the spring to finish up my 2-year: 8 science credits with lab 6 lit credits .5 phys. ed. credit and an associate's degree is complete. |
Already?
| Before I start off the post, a shameless plug. Go read adam's blog! Christ school starts in two weeks. This sucks. Everyone's leaving now. I feel like a moron. I could've just stayed here, done the work, get to leave this year. But no, I went for it, got in, blew school off and ended right back at the starting line. I didn't want to go to community college because it was "the 13th grade of whitesboro" and man do I really hate whitesboro. Not just the fact that there's nothing to do in this drainpipe of new york, but the fact that the people here seem to think they're high and mighty with their midsized SUV and middle class lifestyle that was handed down to them from their parents. Granted there are a select few who realize how arrogant our community is and know enough not to fall into the shit rivalries and the pissing matches over who has the better pep rally or the better janitors (really happened, junior year). Back on topic, everyone's leaving and I'm spending a year here, alone again. JBF comes to a crashing end. Is there one more left in the tank? Will we ever re-visit Peggy on a wednesday morning for the all-you-can-eat buffet at Pizza Hut?? Will feminists ever shut the fuck up?!? I can't seem to figure out how the hell I keep manaaging to fuck things up and keep getting left behind; I'd call it a trend but it's lasted way to long to be that... Oh well, the best superhero movies were without sidekicks anyways. Dada - Feel Me |