Jun 29, 2007
I Feel..... Sober
 It's the middle of summer. I haven't gone drinking at a bar or party in months. I've been trying to save up money but my bank account seems to be in a stalemate with my bills. Then there's the option of going away to school for two years, accumulating another $30,000 in debt, the little fact that last time I went to school I bombed out, not having a job to keep income coming in after the summer's over, and probably the biggest one messing with my head is how far this is going to take me away from the people I want to be with the most. But then again it is right on the Canadian border... The Strokes - Ask Me Anything |
Jun 27, 2007
I Am. My Dick Isn't.
| Happy that is. So apparently the idiots at MVCC can't even make their fuckups worthwhile. Four months to send transcripts to a school I still get accepted. But the school is in a close proximity of Variable P. Variable P. is the ultimate cockblock stimulant in the universe; maybe I'll work out a masters thesis on how to cure Variable P, but I'm not THAT smart. For those of you who don't know who Variable P. is... you'll learn. I plan on doing a string of true story blog posts, much like I did with my friend Tom back in the day. |
Jun 25, 2007
TV Radio
| For some of us, well, very few of us; errr me; it's very rare that I spend a Saturday night doing anything courageous or fun or stupid. Now for the most part that's a good thing because usually I'll end up focusing on the stupid part more than anything else. You know nothing big just challenging bouncers to fights, or maybe driving a couple five hours to spend a long weekend boozing with the people I identify most with (and getting taken advantage of when I'm drunk out of my mind, whether it's by strippers or two fat guys making puking noises). But every time I think that I'm about done, with blogging that is, it's those people and those events that keep me coming back for more. The aspect of having friends you'll probably never meet, some you have met, some you wish you never met and some you'll never let go of because of how they made you think and feel differently. So when I'm faced with the decision to renew this web address in August, I'll sit here and tell you I'm not so sure about it (and I'm not). But as it was said in one of the best movies I've ever watched: "If you had to do it all over again would you make the same choice?" "What choice?" My point exactly. |
Jun 21, 2007
Truce
| It's strange to hear/read what people have been writing about the war in Iraq lately. The only events that seem to make the news are the number of people that have died in a roadside bombing that day. Nobody reads about the agreements the US military and tribal leaders have been forging, turning Al Quaeda's allies into enemies. Slowing the damage, making progress. But no, instead, you'll read Matt Good's blog and hear the same shit that's been said for four straight years about how unjustified the war is and how it is in violation of human rights and blah blah blah. Fact of the matter is, shit like this happens every single day. It's just that it happens in third world countries that don't have electricity outside of government buildings and GAP/Abercrombie factories. But that still doesn't stop you from going on shopping sprees. See your shoes, they were probably put together by a 6 year old working for a nickel a day in Taiwan with the rest of his family putting that little plastic piece on the end of shoe laces so when you leave them untied you don't fray the edges while you walk. Nobody likes accountability for the little things in life. Everyone in North America view internet, television, automobiles, houses as necessities; but we won't stop to think twice about who has to pay for our way of life. Somebody has to pay. 2 million people in Louisiana had to pay with losing everything but their lives. But some seem to forget that over 140,000 people died in a tsunami. Which one did we hear more about? Which one did we do more about? Nothing in this world is justafiable to everyone. There is no person that is/should be given the gift to decide who is worthy of life and who is worthy of death. But it doesn't stop us from picking our favorite causes to donate to. This happened last night. Nobody'll care, nobody'll care that 9 firemen died when a furniature store caught fire yesterday in Charleston. Nobody'll care that a mosque blew up in Iraq, or that 50 total strangers were scarred for life or dead. You'll wake up tomorrow, do your 9 to 5, drive home, eat (throw out whatever you didn't want), and hop on the internet and read this. Someone has to pay, and we're all to blame. |
Jun 17, 2007
Poll Smoking Fags
| I bet I'll get a ton of google references for that title... but to more personable business. Today was completely amazing. For both ups and downs. First off, I got to see that raging dork I call my girlfriend. I made the tragic mistake of agreeing to meet her at a giant shopping mall. I lost sleep the last couple of nights because I've been so anxious to see her again. I constantly daydream and analyze the things she's said to me and the places we plan on going. But seeing/hugging/holding/kissing/not missing her was the highlight of the day. The countless hours of shopping and being tormented were less than enviable. But the day's turn of one funny occurance after another more than made up for the preppy/designer stores that I was dragged through. We went to Hooters for lunch. She was crabby and jealous and I was not allowed to talk to/directly look at any waitress; so I put lettuce on Erin's head because she was being picky, wherein she asked "do I look like a tossed salad?" That was the end of lunch. ...so we went to see Knocked Up. Great movie. Apparently I have grey hairs already... damn kids and their crappy emo music. And then there was two things that really solidified the greatness of the whole day. One, she got me a Care Bear for my birthday present and; two, we rode the Carosel and I haven't been on it since i was... 7. Nice to know the maturity level of the group rapidly declined thanks to her. We had this ongoing joke about a place whiere we should do it: It was a joke that just got carried on for a good 2 weeks straight. Dressing Room or Parking Lot niether worked out, but while at the mall a few other options came to mind: A mattress store (there were none) and on the bottom floor.... there was a hammock. I still say a dressing room would've been the most thrilling. She opted for the parking lot, it was too packed with cars, too hot and too bright out to even make an attempt... damn. Then I got home. Things went downhill. I have a letter from MVCC (you know, the college I just spent two years at?). Apparently I'm not graduating. Apparently I need 2 credits of physical education classes in order to graduate. Most classes are only a half credit. I took one class that was a full credit (First Aid), a half credit (Raquetball) and another half credit (Tennis). Now to me 1 + .5 + .5 = 2 But it seems a little to presumptuous to think the humanities department should be on par with the mathematics department. So now, Michael is rendered with: A) A girlfriend whom he really can't wait another 16 days to see again. B) No money. C) A car leaking power steering fluid just after getting it back thursday. D) A new pair of shoes. E) No computer. F) Grey hair. G) No Associate's Degree. H) A very bad attitude. J) A burning desire to beat the living daylights out of every administrator at the college. K) An awkward feeling like nothing in my life is going to go right for a very long time and maybe it's about time I just give up the gig and get the fuck out of New York Seems like everytime something good happens to me it is immediately negated by some fuckhead who can't do their job (or add). |
Jun 16, 2007
Shit
| So my video card did just that. Shit... right there in front of me... I'll be without regular access over the next week or so... I know you'll all be in mourning over the lack of comments I give you. But I promise to bring back being just a little too wise for my own good if I can just get a fully functional graphics processor unit that allows me to kill NAZIs on a daily basis. Wait... why am I killing NAZIs? Doesn't that go against everything I've put up on here over the past 3 years? Let's face it, love him or hate him; Hitler still killed a ton of jews! |
Jun 14, 2007
Renew?
| So there's officially 59 days left for www.iawcc.net I'm not sure I fancy paying $20 to keep this website up and running for a bunch of social rejects to read what I do with my life... TRUSTcompany - Erased |
Jun 12, 2007
Something's In The Water
| Or maybe it's just the pills. But I've been getting nosebleeds constantly lately. For no good reason, I'll just be washing my hair in the shower and blammo... I'll be talking to a goob... or I'll be sitting and typing a new blog post... and there we go again. Having allergies sucks. There is no good aspect to having allergies. It's what I hate the most about my life. I used to go and get shots, it started when I was 5 and I went til I turned 15. I remember everyone telling me about how one day they just stopped having reactions. So I decided it'll stop on it's own sooner or later. Still hasn't stopped, the bitch. Unfortunately I only get really REALLY REALLY bad two times in the whole year. Unsurprisingly enough that's when final exams are... and if anyone with a sinus packed to the brim with throbbing pain can excel academically... I've yet to be one of them. Allergies... I condemn thee. Today I picked up Erin's birthday presents and I really really hope she likes them but I'm extremely paranoid that she won't (and thank god she doesn't have regular internet access to read this). What would be the ideal birthday present you ladies would want from a boyfriend? Jimmy Eat World - 23 |
Jun 9, 2007
Self Explaniatory...
 This is how good I looked...  This is how "loving" my cousins Adam and Chris are...  This is how easily amused I am...  This is how goofy my little cousin is...  This is me and my beautiful cousin Lauren...  This is how Joe makes pimpin easy...  This is the fathead only table...  These are my extremely fortunate relatives...  Charming as always...  This is Uncle T going from Clark Kent to Superman with everybody watching...  Fin. |
Jun 6, 2007
20 Questions
| So I don't know what it is... but no matter where I go, or what job I get, I get hit on by under aged females. Last night I was extremely bored at the store with nothing to do, when it never fails. Right, whilst the female was buying gummy worms I'm asked "so what turns you on?" "Gummy worms" So after dictating my life story to me (holy fuck my life is that pathetically predictable that a bunch of teenagers can guess my life story). so a half hour of useless semi-flirty questions from her and i bring up the obvious that she's single, she tries to do the same for me... realizes i'm not and turns into the flash and is out the door. god i'm good. |
Jun 3, 2007
Life Altering
| There are some points in life where your path to the graveyard splits. Mostly, at this fork in the road, we take the path that seems easiest but can still reap the most reward. Most of the time, the path only divides in two. Those two paths are usually well carved, people before you have traveled them with success and with failure. Each is riddled with objects to impede your progress and enough hidden traps to make you senile about your choice; but every once in a while... you come to a pass... and there is more than just two trails. Sometimes the decision isn't as easy as right and wrong, easy and hard, what you want or what you need. Sometimes the decision isn't as easy as just choosing which path to walk. Sometimes you don't know which path you want or need. Sometimes you want to just make your own. Sometimes you don't want the conventional life of everyone else; but as you're standing there contemplating which path is the one you will take time comes to make up your mind for you. Just as you start getting that little push in one direction you've come to a terrible revelation: You've never learned how to walk. The Verve - Bittersweet Symphony |