::hits create button::
blogs as an output for sadness... see the recurringness. i've felt the words typed by people like
this
and this
and this
grey must be the most overused color on the net for sad people.
i've come to accept the fact that i'm lonesome most the time. but i guess its the only way i truly feel free. thanks mxpx.
then i see happy attractive people like this. happy by genes i guess. and this. happy by popularity. and this. ok that one wasn't happy, but it was sure the fuck funny. red eye. peffft. AHAH
its like having your own reality show. reading peoples lives. only its all the confession booth.
i won't say where i get these from. but i read a lot of them. i want to meet some of these people. not those ones, but other ones i read. but shall i ever say hi?
Saturday, November 27, 2004
lost your interest?
don't blame you. blame me. been faggily scheduled to work this last past couple weeks like constant hours. vision is blurry and the days become one.
haze. a dark figure stumbles over the clothing hanging and lost around his bed. hits a clock to stop it from the never ending squeal, and punches into his loathsome day.
puts on a shirt he wore the day before.
puts on the pants he wore to his uncles funeral.
an hour drive to work with nothing but the radio chatter and traffic to take his mind off the monotony. and even those in themselves are the monotony.
gets to work and he's happy he's there. for he gets paid for another day. pretends to know something for a couple hours. goes home. if he didn't pick up take out he starves because he can't cook. crawls into his crumpled bedcovers.
haze. a dark figure stumbles over the clothing hanging and lost around his bed. hits a clock to stop it from the never ending squeal, and punches into another loathsome day.
don't blame you. blame me. been faggily scheduled to work this last past couple weeks like constant hours. vision is blurry and the days become one.
haze. a dark figure stumbles over the clothing hanging and lost around his bed. hits a clock to stop it from the never ending squeal, and punches into his loathsome day.
puts on a shirt he wore the day before.
puts on the pants he wore to his uncles funeral.
an hour drive to work with nothing but the radio chatter and traffic to take his mind off the monotony. and even those in themselves are the monotony.
gets to work and he's happy he's there. for he gets paid for another day. pretends to know something for a couple hours. goes home. if he didn't pick up take out he starves because he can't cook. crawls into his crumpled bedcovers.
haze. a dark figure stumbles over the clothing hanging and lost around his bed. hits a clock to stop it from the never ending squeal, and punches into another loathsome day.
Friday, November 26, 2004
t-day
turkey day.
get fat day.
over. stuffed. boston market. and left overs that weren't even cooked.
thai people have no concept of thanksgiving, but we made it work.
a friend of mine haughtily puts as her away message: "I have a wonderful family. I love my friends. I love my job. I love my boyfriend. May everyone's life be so blessed." or something to that effect.
it makes me want to cut myself open with a campbell's soup can.
Aey text messaged me, it was "happy thanksgiving, kit tun na ja" and a smiley face that looked like this:
@-_^@
kit tun na ja loosely translated is "i miss you honey"
@shudder@
turkey day.
get fat day.
over. stuffed. boston market. and left overs that weren't even cooked.
thai people have no concept of thanksgiving, but we made it work.
a friend of mine haughtily puts as her away message: "I have a wonderful family. I love my friends. I love my job. I love my boyfriend. May everyone's life be so blessed." or something to that effect.
it makes me want to cut myself open with a campbell's soup can.
Aey text messaged me, it was "happy thanksgiving, kit tun na ja" and a smiley face that looked like this:
@-_^@
kit tun na ja loosely translated is "i miss you honey"
@shudder@
t-day
turkey day.
get fat day.
over. stuffed. boston market. and left overs that weren't even cooked.
thai people have no concept of thanksgiving, but we made it work.
a friend of mine haughtily puts as her away message: "I have a wonderful family. I love my friends. I love my job. I love my boyfriend. May everyone's life be so blessed." or something to that effect.
it makes me want to cut myself open with a campbell's soup can.
Aey text messaged me, it was "happy thanksgiving, kit tun na ja" and a smiley face that looked like this:
@-_^@
kit tun na ja loosely translated is "i miss you honey"
@shudder@
turkey day.
get fat day.
over. stuffed. boston market. and left overs that weren't even cooked.
thai people have no concept of thanksgiving, but we made it work.
a friend of mine haughtily puts as her away message: "I have a wonderful family. I love my friends. I love my job. I love my boyfriend. May everyone's life be so blessed." or something to that effect.
it makes me want to cut myself open with a campbell's soup can.
Aey text messaged me, it was "happy thanksgiving, kit tun na ja" and a smiley face that looked like this:
@-_^@
kit tun na ja loosely translated is "i miss you honey"
@shudder@
t-day
turkey day.
get fat day.
over. stuffed. boston market. and left overs that weren't even cooked.
thai people have no concept of thanksgiving, but we made it work.
a friend of mine haughtily puts as her away message: "I have a wonderful family. I love my friends. I love my job. I love my boyfriend. May everyone's life be so blessed." or something to that effect.
it makes me want to cut myself open with a campbell's soup can.
Aey text messaged me, it was "happy thanksgiving, kit tun na ja" and a smiley face that looked like this:
@-_^@
kit tun na ja loosely translated is "i miss you honey"
@shudder@
turkey day.
get fat day.
over. stuffed. boston market. and left overs that weren't even cooked.
thai people have no concept of thanksgiving, but we made it work.
a friend of mine haughtily puts as her away message: "I have a wonderful family. I love my friends. I love my job. I love my boyfriend. May everyone's life be so blessed." or something to that effect.
it makes me want to cut myself open with a campbell's soup can.
Aey text messaged me, it was "happy thanksgiving, kit tun na ja" and a smiley face that looked like this:
@-_^@
kit tun na ja loosely translated is "i miss you honey"
@shudder@
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
10:30 tonight i come home and a helicopter is circling my house.
i know i don't live in the safest neighborhood. but damn.
i'm not gonna tell you which songs you should listen to, who ever goes "gee, i'm gonna download that song right NOW!" but i have been listening to some new stuff.
if life is prison, i need a female cell mate.
unsalted pistachios. yuck.
i been recently thinking of submitting my old radiohead remixes to a website or something. people might enjoy them. just need to find a website to do this on. i'm open to suggestions.
called my mom finally. feel like a great load is off my back. i have been avioding her like west nile.
Laura IM's me. in between periods of blocking her. i gave her my cell phone. she said something about a movie. or chilling. i will always have a soft spot for her. unfortunately it might be my brain.
i know i don't live in the safest neighborhood. but damn.
i'm not gonna tell you which songs you should listen to, who ever goes "gee, i'm gonna download that song right NOW!" but i have been listening to some new stuff.
if life is prison, i need a female cell mate.
unsalted pistachios. yuck.
i been recently thinking of submitting my old radiohead remixes to a website or something. people might enjoy them. just need to find a website to do this on. i'm open to suggestions.
called my mom finally. feel like a great load is off my back. i have been avioding her like west nile.
Laura IM's me. in between periods of blocking her. i gave her my cell phone. she said something about a movie. or chilling. i will always have a soft spot for her. unfortunately it might be my brain.
Saturday, November 20, 2004
welcome back.
thanks for reading.
lets save us some time and i will tell you here that i will give you some advice.
in all my life, i've realized some things that are golden. these are the things i've found.
1. the most pleasing sound to one's own ear is the sound of one's own voice or of one loved.
2. the most pleasing word to one's own ear is the sound of one's own name or of one loved.
customer service. as for that. i've tried these 2 golden rules out. you can settle an angry person. you can calm a girlfriend. you can tell someone anything.
the instant gratification and attention that perchance follows after the question "what's wrong" or "what's that" or "what's up". the question demands attention. and if it's the right one it will be answered in depth with depth of heart.
"who" has no concept in my world much longer. i'm dating a girl that cheated on me and is still friends with the cheater.
i haven't slept yet. and look at the time.
thanks for reading.
lets save us some time and i will tell you here that i will give you some advice.
in all my life, i've realized some things that are golden. these are the things i've found.
1. the most pleasing sound to one's own ear is the sound of one's own voice or of one loved.
2. the most pleasing word to one's own ear is the sound of one's own name or of one loved.
customer service. as for that. i've tried these 2 golden rules out. you can settle an angry person. you can calm a girlfriend. you can tell someone anything.
the instant gratification and attention that perchance follows after the question "what's wrong" or "what's that" or "what's up". the question demands attention. and if it's the right one it will be answered in depth with depth of heart.
"who" has no concept in my world much longer. i'm dating a girl that cheated on me and is still friends with the cheater.
i haven't slept yet. and look at the time.
Sunday, November 14, 2004
thought i'd post some more things you may not know about me.
i'm obsessed with checking my email like 5 times a day.
i sleep better on my right side.
never have broken a single bone.
wore briefs until age 18.
one punched someone, pushed them to the wall, then the ground, and rose my fist for the kill with a smile on my face, for calling me "puke" for a more than a week.
went to a gay club, danced with a lesbian.
don't like 50% of thai foods.
have 3 half brothers. don't know their names.
never been in jail. never been arrested. never had a speeding ticket. been in court once, for arguing that i did stop at a stop sign.
i discover new things i like every so often, and absorb them like kirby would to a enemy.
once when i was in elementary, a little girl told on me for yelling butt. she told a teacher i said the B word (teacher thought i said the other B word). the teacher furiously asked me what i said and i told her i said butt. the little girl was confused and almost crying. the teacher asked her if that was what i said and the little girl nodded yes. i was laughing, and got punished by sitting on the bench for laughing at her when she was pretending to cry. i never say the word that rhymes with snitch to this day. i just don't call girls that, no matter how much they are, or even if they call themselves that.
meanwhile. while this was happening, i was trying not to look in a corner where i knew two kids in an upper grade were kissing.
walked in on my dad having sex once when i was very young. green leather chair with wheels. missionary.
have heard my mom from my room with 3 or 4 different guys while growing up. she used to have a waterbed.
i think those last 2 things have messed me up particularly.
i'm obsessed with checking my email like 5 times a day.
i sleep better on my right side.
never have broken a single bone.
wore briefs until age 18.
one punched someone, pushed them to the wall, then the ground, and rose my fist for the kill with a smile on my face, for calling me "puke" for a more than a week.
went to a gay club, danced with a lesbian.
don't like 50% of thai foods.
have 3 half brothers. don't know their names.
never been in jail. never been arrested. never had a speeding ticket. been in court once, for arguing that i did stop at a stop sign.
i discover new things i like every so often, and absorb them like kirby would to a enemy.
once when i was in elementary, a little girl told on me for yelling butt. she told a teacher i said the B word (teacher thought i said the other B word). the teacher furiously asked me what i said and i told her i said butt. the little girl was confused and almost crying. the teacher asked her if that was what i said and the little girl nodded yes. i was laughing, and got punished by sitting on the bench for laughing at her when she was pretending to cry. i never say the word that rhymes with snitch to this day. i just don't call girls that, no matter how much they are, or even if they call themselves that.
meanwhile. while this was happening, i was trying not to look in a corner where i knew two kids in an upper grade were kissing.
walked in on my dad having sex once when i was very young. green leather chair with wheels. missionary.
have heard my mom from my room with 3 or 4 different guys while growing up. she used to have a waterbed.
i think those last 2 things have messed me up particularly.
saw a black car driving down the road. took me a while before i realized it was a hearse. it was driving over 90 on the freeway. i was wearing the pants i wore at my uncles funeral. i was driving 90 too. i looked behind the hearse and saw a mile of cars as the funeral procession. little orange stickers on the upper left window that said "funeral. a motorcycle cop at the very end as escort. i can only hope my funeral is as organized and i am so cared about to have a mile of friends follow me down. actually. right now i work every day in the pants i wore to my uncles funeral. wtf.
i remember my cousins in orange monk clothes, crying, we all helped push the button that was labeled cremate. the stickers on the furnace reminded me of the punk stickers in the bathroom of the rock club Chain Reaction in Anehiem. they said "HOT" and "DO NOT ENTER" in red bold face. we pushed a button and my uncle was gone.
there are ironies abound in this world. some even think that irony is the norm.
today i also saw a squadron of helicopters frlying in sync around the whole valley. wtf.
yesterday i saw a hanglider over the freeway. wtf.
that hanglider guy. i have to expand upon. so jealous. there are things about me, things you don't know. you don't know how great my fear of heights is. i still remember the time i threw up on the revolution at magic mountain. i remember the time at raging waters when i conquered the high slide. yet till this day i can't look over the rail on the second floor of the mall.
when's the last time you have seen a person hangliding over your head? never right? i never have. just watching in awe. wish i could get off the ground like that. skydiving before i die. maybe a skydiving marriage. i've heard of those.
its strange. i'm not scared of airplanes. there seems to be a certain elevation range i'm afraid of. about 50 to 500 feet i'd say. just enough that a leg might break and up to the point where i still might live as a parapalegic. anything less and i'd survive, anything more and i'd splat. luke is still so black and white.
i remember my cousins in orange monk clothes, crying, we all helped push the button that was labeled cremate. the stickers on the furnace reminded me of the punk stickers in the bathroom of the rock club Chain Reaction in Anehiem. they said "HOT" and "DO NOT ENTER" in red bold face. we pushed a button and my uncle was gone.
there are ironies abound in this world. some even think that irony is the norm.
today i also saw a squadron of helicopters frlying in sync around the whole valley. wtf.
yesterday i saw a hanglider over the freeway. wtf.
that hanglider guy. i have to expand upon. so jealous. there are things about me, things you don't know. you don't know how great my fear of heights is. i still remember the time i threw up on the revolution at magic mountain. i remember the time at raging waters when i conquered the high slide. yet till this day i can't look over the rail on the second floor of the mall.
when's the last time you have seen a person hangliding over your head? never right? i never have. just watching in awe. wish i could get off the ground like that. skydiving before i die. maybe a skydiving marriage. i've heard of those.
its strange. i'm not scared of airplanes. there seems to be a certain elevation range i'm afraid of. about 50 to 500 feet i'd say. just enough that a leg might break and up to the point where i still might live as a parapalegic. anything less and i'd survive, anything more and i'd splat. luke is still so black and white.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
3 days of no posting and look at me, i'm a post machine.
every time i have a dream and theres a bug in it i wake up in a cold sweat and brush off all over my body. literally i have to force myself out of bed some days by jumping, rolling or turning the alarm clock up so loud it annoys neighbors. sometimes i wake up and start walking and find out my legs don't work yet and buckle to the floor. i look up at the clock and it says 1:30.
way to waste the day, ass.
i dreamt i was in japan. teaching or helping to teach. only all the kids were american. they loved me but i hated myself. i recognized nobody. there was a school with an open courtyard and a black gate. thats all i remember. someone analyze this for me.
ever have those moments where you wish you could freeze and keep as a reminder of where you were? so you stare for a while and hope the image gets burned into your brain. these are moments i had like that.
best buy sign at city of industry, yellow, big, stared at an upward angle like an omen.
glorious sunset as the backdrop of a girl i used to like. when i see the same girl and she's just as beautiful, just not mine to hold.
beautiful sunrise and a chill song, calm morning, and no traffic. the brisk solemn coldness of a califonia winter morning reminds me of a normal chicago summer night.
faces of people i've made laugh. teeth showing. their future wrinkles on their forehead.
the places me and my mom used to go when i was a kid. the 80's songs my mom loved, her self-help tapes, sometimes she would sing and i would cover my ears playfully.
many more. they end up being montages set to the music of that time.
i remember a time me and my mom made a road trip down to florida from chicago, when we got there we didn't do anything. cloudy dark days with rain the whole time. we stayed in a hotel by a swelling and furious beach. i watched tv and played gameboy. my mom cried. the beach towels we had were soaked and dripping in the bathroom. i never went back to florida. i hate florida.
soon i will make good on my promises before about what i would blog about and make.
soon.
i just have to research what i said.
sometimes i pet my car. its taken me so far. i need a new one soon. the crx will be a rice rocket and i'll have a civic hybrid like the tree hugging woman with glasses i saw on the 605.
thats it for a while, blogging too much makes me more depressed sometimes. need to concentrate. need to get out. need to stay in and finish music, writing, and home porjects.. X.x
every time i have a dream and theres a bug in it i wake up in a cold sweat and brush off all over my body. literally i have to force myself out of bed some days by jumping, rolling or turning the alarm clock up so loud it annoys neighbors. sometimes i wake up and start walking and find out my legs don't work yet and buckle to the floor. i look up at the clock and it says 1:30.
way to waste the day, ass.
i dreamt i was in japan. teaching or helping to teach. only all the kids were american. they loved me but i hated myself. i recognized nobody. there was a school with an open courtyard and a black gate. thats all i remember. someone analyze this for me.
ever have those moments where you wish you could freeze and keep as a reminder of where you were? so you stare for a while and hope the image gets burned into your brain. these are moments i had like that.
best buy sign at city of industry, yellow, big, stared at an upward angle like an omen.
glorious sunset as the backdrop of a girl i used to like. when i see the same girl and she's just as beautiful, just not mine to hold.
beautiful sunrise and a chill song, calm morning, and no traffic. the brisk solemn coldness of a califonia winter morning reminds me of a normal chicago summer night.
faces of people i've made laugh. teeth showing. their future wrinkles on their forehead.
the places me and my mom used to go when i was a kid. the 80's songs my mom loved, her self-help tapes, sometimes she would sing and i would cover my ears playfully.
many more. they end up being montages set to the music of that time.
i remember a time me and my mom made a road trip down to florida from chicago, when we got there we didn't do anything. cloudy dark days with rain the whole time. we stayed in a hotel by a swelling and furious beach. i watched tv and played gameboy. my mom cried. the beach towels we had were soaked and dripping in the bathroom. i never went back to florida. i hate florida.
soon i will make good on my promises before about what i would blog about and make.
soon.
i just have to research what i said.
sometimes i pet my car. its taken me so far. i need a new one soon. the crx will be a rice rocket and i'll have a civic hybrid like the tree hugging woman with glasses i saw on the 605.
thats it for a while, blogging too much makes me more depressed sometimes. need to concentrate. need to get out. need to stay in and finish music, writing, and home porjects.. X.x
i left the butter out again.
i wonder how many times you can leave this stuff out and fridge it again. i've already done it like twice and still tastes the same.
almost done with my book. or short story. whatever. it needs some heavy editing already.
nec·es·sar·y ( P ) Pronunciation Key (ns-sr)adj.
Absolutely essential. See Synonyms at indispensable.
Needed to achieve a certain result or effect; requisite: the necessary tools.
Unavoidably determined by prior conditions or circumstances; inevitable: the necessary results of overindulgence.
Logically inevitable.
Required by obligation, compulsion, or convention: made the necessary apologies.
things that are necessary to me:
1. a new place
2. food
3. games/entertainment
4. water
5. music
6. companionship/company
7. knowledge
8. trust/belief/honesty
9. communication/parley
10. transportation/adventure/a way out
tried to make the list in order of importance the best i could. notice thigns that did not make the list.... family.....clothes (uououo),..... wealth/money.
i wonder how many times you can leave this stuff out and fridge it again. i've already done it like twice and still tastes the same.
almost done with my book. or short story. whatever. it needs some heavy editing already.
nec·es·sar·y ( P ) Pronunciation Key (ns-sr)adj.
Absolutely essential. See Synonyms at indispensable.
Needed to achieve a certain result or effect; requisite: the necessary tools.
Unavoidably determined by prior conditions or circumstances; inevitable: the necessary results of overindulgence.
Logically inevitable.
Required by obligation, compulsion, or convention: made the necessary apologies.
things that are necessary to me:
1. a new place
2. food
3. games/entertainment
4. water
5. music
6. companionship/company
7. knowledge
8. trust/belief/honesty
9. communication/parley
10. transportation/adventure/a way out
tried to make the list in order of importance the best i could. notice thigns that did not make the list.... family.....clothes (uououo),..... wealth/money.
alright. gonna have to drop another class.
i just don't believe in doing homework. i've never done an honest night's homework ever in my life, and not about to start now. how i've got this far, i don't know.
i don't believe homework is necessary to learn everything. i believe it wastes my time and the teacher's time.
most homework is mindless. you look up the answer. you write it down. 5% of the time it requires you to think past this obligation, if i was told to read a chapter in a book this 5% is already covered. and the sheer amounts of it that gets assigned pisses me off. i expected that once i got to college, homework would be nonexistant. but it more than exists, and persists. and yet teachers insist.
i feel sorry for fellow friends that have to do homework.
what i do is usually find a teacher that doesn't assign homework and keeping dropping teachers until i find the right one. sometimes i don't drop and end up getting a C or B just because i didn't do any of the homework. if it looks like a D or F no-homework class, i'm probably out of there. yet there are times when i fail to drop the course and get that D or F.
classes that depend on homework suck. maybe thats why i always do horrible in math and chemistry classes, even though i ace the tests,
when i do find the non-homework teacher i get an A. always an A. if theres a little bit of homework, probably a B.
so, my performance in school is based solely on the amount of homework given.
kind of sad, but i don't believe in homework.
i just don't believe in doing homework. i've never done an honest night's homework ever in my life, and not about to start now. how i've got this far, i don't know.
i don't believe homework is necessary to learn everything. i believe it wastes my time and the teacher's time.
most homework is mindless. you look up the answer. you write it down. 5% of the time it requires you to think past this obligation, if i was told to read a chapter in a book this 5% is already covered. and the sheer amounts of it that gets assigned pisses me off. i expected that once i got to college, homework would be nonexistant. but it more than exists, and persists. and yet teachers insist.
i feel sorry for fellow friends that have to do homework.
what i do is usually find a teacher that doesn't assign homework and keeping dropping teachers until i find the right one. sometimes i don't drop and end up getting a C or B just because i didn't do any of the homework. if it looks like a D or F no-homework class, i'm probably out of there. yet there are times when i fail to drop the course and get that D or F.
classes that depend on homework suck. maybe thats why i always do horrible in math and chemistry classes, even though i ace the tests,
when i do find the non-homework teacher i get an A. always an A. if theres a little bit of homework, probably a B.
so, my performance in school is based solely on the amount of homework given.
kind of sad, but i don't believe in homework.
Saturday, November 06, 2004
this was actually right after previous post in the same blog, i made a seperate post because i didn't realize i went so far off track to what i started talking about in that previous post.
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i've been noticing a trend in the thai guys i know, including me; its very difficult for thai guys to get a girlfriend. nobody wants us. philipinas want a philipino. viet want a vieto. korean want kars. white want black. black want white. and thai girls, well they pretty much don't exist, like us thai guys. we're the asian ghost race.
i came to realize that the only race cooler than japanese are the hawaiian. and the only ones cooler than them are possibly the native americans, and maybe eskimos. so take that you slanty eyed sony makers, ahah just playing, any japanese person i know is already by definition of race alone is cooler than me. thats fucked up isn't it? japanese somehow is > than thai. maybe i'm the first one to say this but i'm actually tired of aiming to be called japanse. I'm pissed off that when someone calls me japanse i'm glad, and when they call me hispanic i get even more pissed than a bear in a bee hive. and lord help the person who tells me i look middle eastern, i just don't talk to them. i'm not racist but the japanse seem to be the "Royal" asian race, what all the other asian races shoot for or aim to look like. they are the trendsetters of our eastern continent, but they are just "japs" to many white people on this socially retarded land mass. its just nice to see someone can be cooler than them. oh yeah, also people who are cooler than me are any guys who is taller with a short haircut and possibly less personality, anyone the same size as me who spends billions on clothes and haircuts and the same personality potential, and midgets (no haircut needed).
well, actually midgets aren't cool, they are pitied. maybe cute. good for porn....Ahem *straightens necktie*....
ok so lets replace midgets with shorter people with outrageous look-at-me style. such as the ones who copy avril lavine. ok that could be anyone. i'm going to abandon this part of the testimonial and say yeah, i'm pretty much cooler than anyone shorter than me.
so the chain of command of coolnes depends largly on race, then height, then style. pretty much interchangeable tho, you need just the right combination of all three.
personality makes very little difference in your coolness as long as you have at least 2 of those three.
what a fucked up world, seriously.
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i've been noticing a trend in the thai guys i know, including me; its very difficult for thai guys to get a girlfriend. nobody wants us. philipinas want a philipino. viet want a vieto. korean want kars. white want black. black want white. and thai girls, well they pretty much don't exist, like us thai guys. we're the asian ghost race.
i came to realize that the only race cooler than japanese are the hawaiian. and the only ones cooler than them are possibly the native americans, and maybe eskimos. so take that you slanty eyed sony makers, ahah just playing, any japanese person i know is already by definition of race alone is cooler than me. thats fucked up isn't it? japanese somehow is > than thai. maybe i'm the first one to say this but i'm actually tired of aiming to be called japanse. I'm pissed off that when someone calls me japanse i'm glad, and when they call me hispanic i get even more pissed than a bear in a bee hive. and lord help the person who tells me i look middle eastern, i just don't talk to them. i'm not racist but the japanse seem to be the "Royal" asian race, what all the other asian races shoot for or aim to look like. they are the trendsetters of our eastern continent, but they are just "japs" to many white people on this socially retarded land mass. its just nice to see someone can be cooler than them. oh yeah, also people who are cooler than me are any guys who is taller with a short haircut and possibly less personality, anyone the same size as me who spends billions on clothes and haircuts and the same personality potential, and midgets (no haircut needed).
well, actually midgets aren't cool, they are pitied. maybe cute. good for porn....Ahem *straightens necktie*....
ok so lets replace midgets with shorter people with outrageous look-at-me style. such as the ones who copy avril lavine. ok that could be anyone. i'm going to abandon this part of the testimonial and say yeah, i'm pretty much cooler than anyone shorter than me.
so the chain of command of coolnes depends largly on race, then height, then style. pretty much interchangeable tho, you need just the right combination of all three.
personality makes very little difference in your coolness as long as you have at least 2 of those three.
what a fucked up world, seriously.
an eternal debt is owed to jack for helping me get a cell phone today.
i mean, letting me use his credit, getting me a job, sticking up for me at work,
its these times when i really feel like i have a friend who cares.
and all i could do in return was buy him lunch...
something about girls on rollerskates....
anyway. so i have a new number. no way i'm putting it online. i'm really contemplating not giving it out to anyone at all.
i mean, letting me use his credit, getting me a job, sticking up for me at work,
its these times when i really feel like i have a friend who cares.
and all i could do in return was buy him lunch...
something about girls on rollerskates....
anyway. so i have a new number. no way i'm putting it online. i'm really contemplating not giving it out to anyone at all.
Friday, November 05, 2004
i make fun of other peoples typos. like strongbad.
pers O n343 (10:34:24 PM): give me your snowvoard
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:34:32 PM): ...i don't have a snowvoard
pers O n343 (10:34:45 PM): where is it?
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:34:55 PM): i dunno
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:34:59 PM): snowvoard shop?
pers O n343 (10:35:11 PM): snowboard!
pers O n343 (10:35:13 PM): vlargh
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:35:22 PM): hahaha...
pers O n343 (10:34:24 PM): give me your snowvoard
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:34:32 PM): ...i don't have a snowvoard
pers O n343 (10:34:45 PM): where is it?
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:34:55 PM): i dunno
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:34:59 PM): snowvoard shop?
pers O n343 (10:35:11 PM): snowboard!
pers O n343 (10:35:13 PM): vlargh
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:35:22 PM): hahaha...
Thursday, November 04, 2004
my never-ending cough.
i think i had it ever since i think i had a cigarette after quitting.
all i did today was order a pizza and play the new game i got from www.gamefly.com
its called Katamari Damacy. its not a fighting game or RPG. you just go around collecting stuff and rolling it into a ball. straight wierdness, only the japanese man, only the japanese. still, its great to see some true innovation come along once in a while.
i was thinking why don't i just go into journalism and work for a gaming magazine. a true dream job. but then i thought, thats not very heroic. i want to do something semi-adventurous.
my dad called and left a message for me to go to the post office. but didn't go. too lazy. day off from work.
i always thought it should be called the post orifice. cmon, its a funny name, and it makes sense.
they deliver games to you. next day. no overdue charges. unlimited for 19.99 a month.
i'm gonna cancel my subsciption though. i just got the trial.
planning to go see A Dose (www.dofamusic.com). been plannign for a while now. they seem to have a show around town every friday. better catch them before they go on tour. nice blink182ish kind of band.
but everyone is busy working. wtf i might as well work friday nights, thats what everyone else is doing. and i can't enjoy a friday night without friends. or can i?
maybe i should. just go out somewhere, by myself. loner style.
but mooooooom, i hate being a loner!
too bad, eat your loner or go straight to bed!
i think i had it ever since i think i had a cigarette after quitting.
all i did today was order a pizza and play the new game i got from www.gamefly.com
its called Katamari Damacy. its not a fighting game or RPG. you just go around collecting stuff and rolling it into a ball. straight wierdness, only the japanese man, only the japanese. still, its great to see some true innovation come along once in a while.
i was thinking why don't i just go into journalism and work for a gaming magazine. a true dream job. but then i thought, thats not very heroic. i want to do something semi-adventurous.
my dad called and left a message for me to go to the post office. but didn't go. too lazy. day off from work.
i always thought it should be called the post orifice. cmon, its a funny name, and it makes sense.
they deliver games to you. next day. no overdue charges. unlimited for 19.99 a month.
i'm gonna cancel my subsciption though. i just got the trial.
planning to go see A Dose (www.dofamusic.com). been plannign for a while now. they seem to have a show around town every friday. better catch them before they go on tour. nice blink182ish kind of band.
but everyone is busy working. wtf i might as well work friday nights, thats what everyone else is doing. and i can't enjoy a friday night without friends. or can i?
maybe i should. just go out somewhere, by myself. loner style.
but mooooooom, i hate being a loner!
too bad, eat your loner or go straight to bed!
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Another 4 years of bush. kill me now.
ok let me restate the purpose of this.
this blog is not to bash on people or spread rumors or anything bad.
if i have something to say to you of the evil nature, i will usually voice it to you in a decent amount of time.
my belief, is that everything in this universe is pretty much random. except randomness. you can never achieve randomness if you try.
its a God given talent to be spontaneous, improvising, and unique.
thats why i love unique people.
i love meeting random people, by chance.
i don't believe in fate, i believe in purpose. i will expand on this later.
ok let me restate the purpose of this.
this blog is not to bash on people or spread rumors or anything bad.
if i have something to say to you of the evil nature, i will usually voice it to you in a decent amount of time.
my belief, is that everything in this universe is pretty much random. except randomness. you can never achieve randomness if you try.
its a God given talent to be spontaneous, improvising, and unique.
thats why i love unique people.
i love meeting random people, by chance.
i don't believe in fate, i believe in purpose. i will expand on this later.
met vera today. very cute, very non-obtrusive. there was that hidden feeling like there could be something there in the future.
vera was thinking of me: poofy hair, not very funny, or thai.
she had an abercrombie shirt that made me frown a bit, but her lapc sweater matched my csun one. shorter than i remember, and her shyness i could tell.
i just leaned back and let her talk most the time. i'm looking for a friend after all, not anything else. hope to take her with the boys to thai bar or sanamluang maybe.
she is cute tho....
guys = coal
husband = gold
girl = coal
wife = diamond
????
vera was thinking of me: poofy hair, not very funny, or thai.
she had an abercrombie shirt that made me frown a bit, but her lapc sweater matched my csun one. shorter than i remember, and her shyness i could tell.
i just leaned back and let her talk most the time. i'm looking for a friend after all, not anything else. hope to take her with the boys to thai bar or sanamluang maybe.
she is cute tho....
guys = coal
husband = gold
girl = coal
wife = diamond
????
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
I am reminded of a funny thing on KROQ that made me laugh also.
Striker was talking about going to a concert, and seeing a guy with a shirt that said "Guns don't kill people, guys with mustaches do." and the guy wearing the shirt of course had a 70's full-on police show mustache.
i laughed a bunch. not as much as the potato man, but maybe a minute.
my stomach can't make up its mind whether it wants me to be fat or skinny. times i have a potbelly and then theres times where it looks like i'm harboring a half a dozen pack.
thats it for tonight. ragnarok online owned me today.
Striker was talking about going to a concert, and seeing a guy with a shirt that said "Guns don't kill people, guys with mustaches do." and the guy wearing the shirt of course had a 70's full-on police show mustache.
i laughed a bunch. not as much as the potato man, but maybe a minute.
my stomach can't make up its mind whether it wants me to be fat or skinny. times i have a potbelly and then theres times where it looks like i'm harboring a half a dozen pack.
thats it for tonight. ragnarok online owned me today.
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