Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Windows Media Mix
Why is that every time I want to go see a movie, the most inappropriate shit has to happen? Especially if it's a movie that I'm absolutely dying to see. First Goblet of Fire, now Dead Man's Chest. This is so annoying. And it always starts with the usual suspects. I thought we could actually get something together. The meeting time was 6:00, then it was pushed back to 6:30, and that was fine. Everyone but Phil was there by at least 6:40, so we watched at least three Yellow Line trains go by until he shows up at 7:00. And he was the one all pressed for everyone to be on time. Then when we get to the theater, they announce the 8:15 show is sold out and we have to wait until the 9:45 showing. But we can't do that because Lisa's boyfriend Mike has to get up really early the next morning. Man, I was so blown. Then they wanted to go to the mall. So we hit Pentagon for like 45 minutes because it closes at 9:30. I went to Best Buy and (finally) got my Blue October CD. Then I had to run up to the top level to get my step-dad's birthday cards.

All in all it was a colossal waste of time and money. I had been up for so long yesterday because I had to open and stay until 4:00, plus I didn't get a lot of sleep the night before due to anxiety like always.

Then I thought that I might go see it today with my step-dad, because they had to go to Springfield and exchange a shirt, but they just had World War III in the car coming home from church. They got home at like 12:30, and church doesn't even let out until after 1:00. I could go see it tomorrow, but I probably won't. I may either go see it Thursday or try and hook something up with Marcus. This is so rigoddamndiculous! And they wonder why I don't go out with people. This is what I get for even trying. It's shit like this that makes me give up on the human race. I mean it's so sad, if I want to go out with Marcus, and see a movie that I'm not that hard up to see, I'll see it. But if I try to get together with anyone else for a movie that I'm really interested in seeing, it's impossible. So this is it, in writing, no more. If any of their numbers appear on my mobile, they are getting the work treatment and getting an ignore. If I can finally shake Spineless (who left a message in my My Space mailbox, which I deleted like spam) and his brother, I can do it to them too.

Oh, and Lisa's boyfriend Mike is still annoying as hell. I thought it might have been just first impressions, but no, he's just an annoying ass bastard. But I don't hang out with Lisa enough anymore to say anything, and I'm glad she's got somebody, but I just don't understand that relationship. It's like, if you try to tell a joke, he just has to top it, and it's never funny. Then he also has the horrible of explaining the joke. And he actually had one that was okay... until he explained it. And I don't think he's controlling, but he has so much, for lack of a better word, power over her. His parents added her to their phone's family plan. Mike said that it was because they ran up the phone bill, so it was cheaper that way. But that's just creepy to me.

And a part of me doesn't want to ask Marcus out of fear that he'll feel like option number 3, and he deserves better than that.

I mean, the only thing I can do about last night is just shake my head and roll my eyes.

And now for something completely different...

Ben, with all the stuff that has happened to him within the past month, is still inappropriate. He's going to be in a golf tournament next week. Or he was already in it, and it will be televised next week, I can't remember. Anyway, this sounds so impossible. Therefore I now think that he's just inhuman. He's a total freak (in a good way, and maybe a naughty way). Who else could do this?

Oh yeah, another good thing, last week Tony Stewart got his second win of the season, on the same track he got his second win on last season, in Daytona. Hopefully this means he's back, and everybody else better watch their rear-view mirrors, because it'll be full of Smoke!

I guess that'll be it for me, I'm still debating on whether to ask Marcus or not, it'll just depend on whatever. Ugh, let me go before the rambling gets worse.

This ordinary man, is so freakishly awesome.

I'm ready for some football, the only question, is he?

I'm phasing.

What A Week!
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Don't Cha & Gold Digger
Let's start with Monday. Okay, so my mother and I were at Springfield Mall, and everything was okay. We left like around 11:30 or something, hopefully not to run in to traffic. Everything was cool and all until we went into the Redskins' Store. They have two televisions, a little one up in a corner in the ceiling, and a big, plasma-screen next to the register. When we were walking into the store, I saw that the World Cup was on (USA was getting their asses handed to them). But then I looked up at the small one, and that had the NFL Network on. Something about worst team ever (ugh!). Anyways, I saw that the bottom of the screen had turned red, which means breaking news. Walking closer, I noticed the Steelers' logo, which meant the news was all about them. But like this blog, sometimes no news is good news, because this news was absolutely DEVASTATING: Ben had got into a motorcycle accident... and he didn't have a helmet on. Heart-stopping moment. Honestly, I felt like my heart dropped into my stomach. Shock and awe are extreme understatements to even begin to describe it. I was emotional. When we got home, I basically glued myself to the NFL Network, ESPN, ESPN News, and the Internet. I couldn't believe it, absolute denial had set in. Not Ben, not my Ben-Ben, my hero. After seven hours of grueling surgery, we found out that he broke his jaw, nose, had multiple facial fractures, and minor injuries to both knees. After waiting all day, and finally finding out he came out of surgery successfully and was in recovery, I put his jersey on and went to bed.

On Tuesday we find out that his jaw didn't have to be wired shut, so he wouldn't have to be on an all liquid diet, and could eat soft foods. Here is where the image of someone (me?) doing baby-talk while spoon-feeding him Gerber's popped into my head. It gave me the good giggle I needed. The public also found out that Ben wasn't licensed to ride his crotch-rocket, he had a permit, but it expired on his birthday. It wasn't even a proper motorcycle like a Harley, but one of those really small, fast ones that people zip in and out of traffic in. And it was supposed to be one of the fastest bikes that were allowed in the States.

Didn't really hear anything of interest on Wednesday, just that he was resting with his family around him.

Woke up on Thursday to the news that Ben had slipped out of hospital late Wednesday night, and that he was in an undisclosed location recuperating. Later in the day, Ben released a statement saying that he realized how lucky he was, and if he ever rode again, he'd wear a helmet.

Now that brings us to today. What do I think of all this? That Ben Roethlisberger is a crazy-ass bastard, who thought he was grown, and unfortunately, he had to become an example, a statistic. He's EXTREMELY lucky that it wasn't as awful as it could have been, but he should have known better. He doesn't need a lecture, but, as grateful as I am that he's not brain-damaged (arguable), can walk, is alive, I just can't shake the feeling that it could have been... fatal.

It also put this upcoming football season into perspective. I'd rather suck this year and make goddamn sure Ben is 100% and kick everybody's ass next season then for him, with all the head injuries he sustained, for him to get sacked, land wrong, and go through what happened this week.

Somebody talk some sense into this boy. I'm incredibly available for that.

Get well, baby. You're future is too bright for you to become football's James Dean. And I would be a wreck if anything happened to you.

I'm phasing.

Jesus, It's June!
I want to update more than once a month, but I just don't seem to be able to do so.

Not a whole lot has happened, but still it just seems that time is getting away from me.

I wish I could have been at the White House last Friday, that would have been a real treat, but alas, I had to work. Oh well. I was off in the previous entry, the Steelers did not receive their Super Bowl rings when they came to visit, they got them yesterday. And what gorgeous rings they are.

"No... words. Should have sent... a poet." Yeah, I'm a loser. But those rings are simply breathtaking.

Now to completely change the subject. Lost (bestshowever) was nuts in it's season finale. Questions were answered, but of course more were raised. We found out what happens when you don't press the button, why the plane crashed on the island, what happened to Walt (but not exactly), and what Desmond had been up to, along with his back story. Man, I can't wait for it to come back.

Footballers' Wives came back last night, and it was superb. The greatest thing that show has over Desperate Housewives is that it is so fast paced. Like at the end of last season, we found out that Tanya and Amber were pregnant, about six to eight weeks along. Then, in the season opener, they both have their babies. It's so great, and it doesn't drag story lines out. That show is so deliciously addictive.

On Saturday night, just when I'd got home, and I had fixed hamburger subs, which rule, Phil called me. He was like, what are you doing? And I said that I was about to eat. Then he asks what had I been doing all day, and I replied that I had been working from 2-6, and I'd just gotten off and fixed dinner. Next he asks when was the last time I had spoken to Spineless. I was slightly puzzled, but told him that it was over a year ago. Then he tries to get on my case that I should call him. I told him that I don't call him because I don't want to speak to him. Phil then says that's all about to change, but before he can pull his phone away from his ear, I said, you know I can just hang up. Then he starts pleading for me not to hang up. I remind him that I don't want to talk to Spineless, and he (finally) asks why not. And I just said that it was a personal decision, and I was quite happy with it. I know one thing, if he had tried to make me talk to Spineless' brother, I would have just laughed in the phone, told Phil that April Fool's Day was months ago, and told him to call me back later. Stupid gits.

And Now For Something Completely Different... was a very funny movie. It's like a combination of sketches from the first and second seasons of Monty Python's Flying Circus. And when people describe it as such, I wasn't that fussed to see it, but when I saw that they re-filmed the sketches, I was floored. I love Monty Python. Just wish I had someone to share it with. In fact there are two things that I want to do, one has to do with Monty Python, the other, not so much.

First I want to list all the shirts I wish I could have that are at least remotely Python related, in no particular order:

* This shirt has a tendency of getting silly.
* Lemon Curry?
* ALBATROSS!
* I 'aven't 'ad it in weeks.
* It's...
* *Nudge, Nudge* (Maybe *Wink, Wink* on top)
* (Maybe the entire Philosopher's Drinking Song)
* Silence, naughty lady of the night!
* It's a fair cop. (What took me so long, love that)
* Intercourse the penguin. (See above)
* My hovercraft is full of eels. (Hungarian Phrasebook)
* You're no fun anymore.
* Front: My name is Raymond Luxury Yacht Back: But it's pronounced Throat Wobbler-Mangrove
* Confuse-A-Cat, Ltd.
* Discipline... naked....... with a melon?
* Semprini?
* Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
* Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
* I'm Brian, and so is my wife!
* Always look on the bright side of life!
* Front: American beer is like making love in a canoe. Back: It's fucking close to water.
*And it went wherever I did go.
*Pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space, 'cause there's bugger all down here on earth.
* Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great, if a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate.
And of course:
*And now for something completely different.

That's a very long list. And I'm sure I've forgotten a couple one liners. I didn't want the Spanish Inquisition bit, because I for one find it tedious. And maybe that it got so hyped before I ever saw it. Now the second thing is making its return after many months:

He was so close, and yet so far. That is one tanned man. But he still makes me have very naughty thoughts. Usually about marriage and reproduction. *shudder*

That's it from me, maybe I'll post in a few, or maybe I'll be back in the middle of July. One never knows.


Get well soon, Smoke!

I'm phasing.

Unbefuckinlievable
Mood:  cool
Now Playing: Mash-ups
That is the only word to describe this. I tried twice to update, and just the most unfortunate shit would happen. The second time I caught an attitude and kicked the keyboard. It sort of made me feel better, but not really. And I wanted to update all this week, but I was just so tired. This was my week off while my parents went to Alabama, and from the sound of it, I didn't miss anything.

They left last Saturday, and all I did was stay home, get tipsy (first time), and watch the race. It was great, Tony came in second, again, and moved to second position in the point standings as well. I don't really remember Sunday. When there's no race or football on, Sundays are the worst days ever. Monday, I did absolutely nothing of note. I can't really remember. Tuesday, I went to Pentagon City and bought all my Mother's Day cards, picked up Singin' In The Rain, and Monty Python Live. Both very nice editions to my DVD collection. On Wednesday, I went to Arrundel (sp?) Mills with Marcus. It was okay, next time, I'm wearing better shoes. We went and saw Mission: Impossible III. Wasn't bad, I was really there for Philip Seymour Hoffman, who was awesome. And Jonathan Rhys Meyers, HOT! Thursday and today I just cleaned. I cleaned my room, my bathroom, the kitchen, and the living room. And I vacuumed out my mum's room. They'll be home late tomorrow.

This week just went by so flippin' fast though. It's just not fair. The worst part is that I was supposed to find another job, but the week just slipped away from me. I was doing it last night, but in the middle of trying to b.s. my way through a cover letter, the electricity went out. We had a bad storm yesterday. It was only out for a couple minutes when I was on the computer at like 7:something, but it was scarier when it went out for like 20- 30 minutes last night after 9:00. Only because I was on the phone talking to my step-mom and the whole house went pitch black while I was on the phone. The best thing was that I remembered my black and yellow purse was on the bed next to me, and I could feel around for the yellow lighter I keep in there, so I could light a few candles.

I guess that I could search around the 'net a bit tomorrow before they get home and look for anything. Because this store is driving me nuts. I'll be so depressed when I have to go back next week.

Monty Python Live is so hilarious. I found it at Borders, and just had to get it. It was like $20, and for a 2-disc set, that's not bad. The first disc has the Live From the Hollywood Bowl performance (which I had been looking for) and this HBO Special from 1998 in Aspen when they gathered on stage for a retrospective on their careers. The second disc has the first German episode of Monty Python's Flying Circus (the Lumberjack song is great in German) and Parrot Sketch Not Included: 20 Years of Python, hosted by Steve Martin.

I hate Best Buy. Okay, I looked for Life of Brian and the Spamalot CD, couldn't find them. So I ordered them of Amazon. Then, when I went to look for Meaning of Life, they had Life of Brian, but no Meaning of Life. And I had searched that whole section with a fine tooth comb. Then I had to order that of of Amazon. When I went on Tuesday, ALL THREE WERE THERE!!! But screw them, if they don't have what I want when I want it, they don't get my money.

I'm in a weird place. Ben still is lust of my life right now, but I just don't feel like putting up photos anymore. I don't know why, but it just doesn't do anything for me. Well, the last time I tried to update, I had the greatest picture, but it went with the mood you know, but once I lost the entire entry, kind of dampened my spirits. But you never know, come June 2, it may all change. The Steelers are coming to Washington, D.C. to receive their Super Bowl rings at the White House. All I want to know is there somewhere that fans can just get a glimpse of them. That's all I want. And maybe a couple of photos.

Will I ever get to see Spamalot?

I'm phasing.

I Couldn't Think of Anything If I Tried
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Windows Media Mix
I have had a rough day today. The generator at the shop I work at blew up. It scared the hell out of me. I was ringing this lady up, then there was this loud boom, and the GM, manager, co-manager, and male sales (lol) associate ran to the back. And it took a couple minutes, but all of a sudden we could smell all this smoke and it was just awful. And the worst part was that all the customers wanted to get out of the place, but only after we rang all of them up. Some people.

I went out with Ashley, Phil, and TeVerra on Sunday. It's so like them to want to go out to the mall, on Sunday, after 5:00 when everything is closing. Whatever. We went to see V For Vendetta. It was all right, but I had no idea there were people that thought this movie was just like the best thing ever. It's something that I might check out again once it hits the premium channels, but that's about it. And they had me out way too late for a Sunday, I missed Footballers' Wives fooling around with them. That show is so good.

This week, I get no NASCAR, no Lost (bestshoweverbutlastepisodewaslacking), and ever since they had the all day marathon, no Monty Python. This sucks, but thank goodness I recorded that Monty Python thing, I watched a bit before I went to work today.

I haven't been getting enough sleep as of late. But there is always something really good on late at night, and I know that I want to get up early and listen to Elliot in the Morning. The Easter Keg Hunt was awesome yesterday morning.

I'm going to have to buy stock in Amazon.com, that place is just too inappropriate. I know last week I said one more thing, but now that's turned into three. Monty Python's Flying Circus is just my new addiction to get me through the off-season.

And I still really, really want to see Spamalot. Bad. I have to get those tickets.

On Tuesday or Wednesday, I can't remember, it's been a long week, Ben gave an interview on FSN/CSN. If I had FSN, I could have seen it Sunday, but then again, maybe not. Wasn't anything to right home about, but I recorded it anyway, while I was sleeping. I probably wasn't that fussed about it because the day before, I watched the whole thing on the Internet. You know how I get over that boy. But it did have the feeling of knowing what all your presents are before you open them. Such a let down.

No photo this time, just ain't feeling it.

But I am feeling the Galaxy Song!

Spoken:
Whenever life gets you down Mrs. Brown,
And things seem hard or tough,
And people are stupid, obnoxious, or daft,
And you feel that you've had quite enough...

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at 900 miles an hour
That's orbiting at 19 miles a second, so it's reckoned
A sun that is the source of all our power
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm at 40,000 miles an hour
Of the Galaxy we call the Milky Way

Our Galaxy itself contains 100 billion stars
It's 100,000 lights year side to side
It bulges in the middle, 16,000 light years thick
But out by us it's just 3,000 light years wide
We're 30,000 light years from galactic central point
We go round every 200 million years
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding Universe

The Universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whiz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light you know
12 million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is
So remember when you're feeling very small and insecure
How amazingly unlikely is your birth
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space
Because there's bugger all down here on Earth

I'm phasing.

It's April Already?
Mood:  chatty
It's SO the Internet's's fault! That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Um, I'm trying to think about what has (or hasn't) happened that I can update about. I'm still digging Monty Python. I have one more DVD to add to my collection, it's there live performance at the Hollywood Bowl, I believe. I love Meaning of Life! Every Sperm is Sacred is hilarious, it gets stuck in my head all the time. But the best song is the Galaxy Song. I just don't get Eric's Bob Barker impression during it. That wig. And Spamalot is coming to the D.C. area this summer, so I have to get tickets. Good ones are pretty steep, going for over $90 a piece. But I really want to go. Maybe I'll try in a few weeks.

*The below was written today, 06/04/06.*

I was trying to finish that, but I had so much other stuff to do. Like watch Lost (BESTSHOWEVER!). It was so good last night. Well, the last five minutes were. It was a little slow, but the ending was just phenomenal. And some guy that e-mailed Elliot called it. Well, almost. We don't know for sure if what he said was 100% true, but damn it was eerie. I love that show! One more week of new episodes, then it's off for I think three weeks, then back with the final few episodes before summer hiatus. All I know is that if last night's show were the season finale, it would be torture having to wait until September. I don't care what anybody says, I love the way they run that show. Everybody's always bitching that they need answers now, but if they always answered everything right away, then it would get boring and everyone would complain that there was no mystery. Can't please anybody these days. Especially with spoilers. Thank God they don't answer anything outright, then some idiot would just mess it up for a person anyway. Lost is so, so good.

The bank? Haven't heard from them. Even though I live and requested placement out of the recruiter's jurisdiction, it has still been an utter disappointment.

My parents are going to back to the 'Bama next month. Me? Not so much. Man, that's going to be great. It would be better if I actually had a life and had stuff to do.

The 2006-2007 NFL schedule comes out today!!!! I'm am just so siced! I remember when last year's came out, it was great. The only thing is that I'll be at work when it starts. Comes on at 2:00. And I was debating with myself on whether I should tape it or just watch the re-airing of it at 7:00. Then a little birdie told me that Ben was going to be there. Now I have to tape it so I can drool, then rewind the tape and drool some more. I'm so upset my drool emoticon doesn't work anymore. WTF?

Oh yeah, on Sunday, Tony Stewart got his first win of the season, hell yeah! Didn't have to wait until July like last year.

I'm not sure why, but I'm not taking to NASCAR like I did last year. I'm still watching it yeah, but not like last season. Maybe it's because I'm always doing something else on Sundays and it can't get my full attention. But I still really enjoy it. It takes up the time on what is usually a really boring day.

I believe Ashley's back for a week, or two. I may hook up with her, because I need a drinking buddy. But then I'm not much of a drinker. I mean, when I took my mother out for her birthday, I had a Long Island Iced Tea, an Apple Martini, a Strawberry Daiquiri, and a shooter, which the lady said was Sex on the Beach mixed with something else. It was really good though. I just need to get out, I haven't done anything with anyone that was my age for a while. Then, when I go out again in six months, I'll have fulfilled my yearly quota.

I gotta get going, I'm pulling all 2-6 this week, and 12-4 on Saturday. But today is payday, so that's a plus. Hopefully my next entry will be before May, and then I may post the Galaxy Song. It's so great. But of course, a couple more things:

WAR TONY STEWART!!

I have never wanted to be the left side of a trophy so bad in my life.

I'm phasing.

Near Mid-March Madness
Mood:  spacey
Now Playing: Monty Python's Spamalot
I know it's been a while, and I don't even know where to start. Uh, well, it'll come to me if I jump around.

Yesterday was flippin' Monty Python day. I knew that there were some episodes On Demand, but then later in the day, The Meaning of Life was on one of the Encore channels, and that movie is special as all outdoors. Of course I'll try to find it on Amazon.com.

I forgot to say that I love Life of Brian, probably not as much as Holy Grail, but it's brilliant. And I have to say that at the end, when Eric's singing Always Look On the Bright Side of Life on that cross, he looks quite fit. Something about his hair. And the Spamalot CD? I couldn't adore it more. From beginning to end it's hilarious. The first time I listened to the whole thing, I was on my way to work last Saturday, and it was so hard for me to restrain myself from laughing. Aside from the obvious, my favorite songs are You Won't Succeed on Broadway, He Is Not Dead Yet, The Song That Goes Like This, His Name Is Lancelot, and really the whole bloody thing. Won't listen to anything else. I mean, after Elliot, I turn it right on. I can't say enough great things about it. Since I love, and just about know every song, I MUST see this play.

On Wednesday, I ran out and bought Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and Lady and The Tramp. It took me like three days to get through Goblet. Not including the second disc of Special Features. That movie is so awesome. The absolute best of the series so far. But I really think that the fifth one is going to be slightly dull. Which means I'll probably love it because I have no expectations for it. Lady and The Tramp was great. I don't know why, but it seemed so much longer when I was younger. And I also know for a fact now that Disney is releasing The Little Mermaid in October. Sweet. The collection is almost complete.

I Ben. Just thought you ought to know.

Oh yeah, he's just begging for a lap-dance right there.

I'm phasing.

I Said I'd Be Back! (Deja Vu)
Mood:  party time!
I could just be really cruddy and link last year's, but my boo deserves better than that!

Have a great day, Ben! DRINK LIKE A CHAMPION TODAY!! If anyone deserves to have an awesome birthday, it's you. I can only hope that it is as great as mine was.

I say all that like he reads this. But I've had a hell of a time finding a great photo to post of him. But I've decided on a picture that I hope sums up the grand scale of it all for him.

Remember, youngest Super Bowl winning quarterback, EVER!

I'm phasing, and once again, Happy 24th Birthday to one hell of guy!

Tattoos and Other Rubbishy Subjects
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Eric Idle- FCC Song
I'm just trying to kill time until the race. Three hours until the pre-race coverage starts, and about four until the flag drops. So very bored.

Okay, so you know how I said that I didn't like Myspace.com? Well, I gave in. But there is no way I can go in depth like I do on this blog. On this one, I don't know who, if anybody, is reading this, where as on Myspace.com, I know those people. Ah, no es bueno. I just usually do small updates, rather than the book length entries this one gets.

Lately, I've been thinking about tattoos. The only things holding me back are that I'm a total pussy when it comes to needles and the like. And I'm extremely indecisive. I just know that if I got one thing, a few months later, I'd question that, or say I want something else. But I don't want to be that person covered in tattoos, I don't have the self-confidence for that. Plus, if I get the bank job, it has to be somewhere that I can hide it easily. But I want it somewhere that I can see it. I wouldn't get it on my back right above my bum. It seems that every female has one in that spot. Plus, I'm not showing off my back to anyone. I'm just not that sexy. But if I do get one, and I get a Steelers tattoo, I know the perfect one. I'm pretty sure that no one else would have it, and if they did, it wouldn't be too many of them. It is so awesome, the only problem is that the colors of the hypocycloids are in the wrong spot, but that's forgivable because it looks like a 3-way yin-yang. I had forgotten that I saved it, but I couldn't upload it, because it had the wrong file format. But dumb-luck helped me out a bit, and I can show it off.

The colors are supposed to be yellow, red, and blue, in that order, but I guess it looks like it could be spinning or something. Or maybe I could just get the outline. We'll see. I know Marcus wants a tattoo, so I'd go with him. There's no way I'd do it alone.

On Friday, I ordered Life of Brian and Monty Python's Spamalot (2005 Original Broadway Cast) off of Amazon.com. I can't wait until Wednesday-Friday, that's the estimated delivery date. And on Wednesday, I'll probably try to run out to Pentagon City and get Lady and The Tramp on DVD. I love that movie. But I'm still waiting on The Little Mermaid, Disney. Oh and next week, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire comes out on DVD, as well. Normally, I wouldn't be so pressed to do this, but if you don't get this stuff the week it comes out, the price goes up. So inappropriate. But then again, I've seen it do the exact opposite. I remember when I just had to get Aladdin back in October 2004, and maybe within the past year for about the same price I got it for in the first place. I guess everyone else wasn't as hot for it like I was. But we all know that if I pass on Lady and The Tramp for those reasons, I'll still be getting Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, because I'm obsessed.

Well, I've only killed about thirty minutes. I guess I could read or something.

I may be back before hand, but I will post on Thursday. SWEAR!

I'm phasing.

Do You Have Time, to Listen to Me Whine, About Everything and Nothing All at Once?
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Green Day's Basket Case
I feel so random right now. Like nothing is put together. I'm just trying to make sense of it all, because everything is just so inappropriate.

First of all, I work with violent psychopaths. Dude, I'm not even trying to be funny. Earlier this week, I heard that one of my managers broke her own mother's car window because her mother couldn't watch her children. OH. MY. GOD. WHAT. THE. HELL. If you ever saw her, you wouldn't believe it, but I really have to get the hell out of there. I almost fear for my own well being. But if push came to shove, I'd totally kick her ass, whether it be with my fists, my boots, or a blunt object near by. Remember, there is no such thing as a fair fight, the object is to win.

I mean, I know I don't get on with my mother all the time, but Jesus Christ, is it that serious? Which is a lovely segue to my next subject. Last night I pissed my mother off, but I'm not upset. Nope, not really. I actually told her how I felt, and I'm okay. She always wants to force me and my step-dad to watch that crap show American Idol, everybody knows the best bits are the auditions to watch those deluded folk who think they have talent. But she rarely, if ever, takes a chance on something we like, and I told her that wasn't fair. Like, I think Footballers' Wives, which is so AWESOME, is a great show, and she claimed she tried to watch it, but didn't like it because of the quality of the video. That's just how filmed shows from England look, I can't help it, piss on that and just watch the bloody show, it's so engaging, you'll get the hell over it. The only thing she's liked that I got her to watch is Love Actually. But that's just one out of several. I also thought it was funny the way she tries to pretend I don't exist when she's upset at me. Last night, a bit after the incident, I was in the kitchen eating an orange, when she comes down. But my step-dad was on his way up from the basement and they met up in the hallway and said their good nights and whatever. Then she's in the kitchen, doing stuff, and she tells my step-dad to bring up some milk from the fridge in the basement because she asked me days ago, and I didn't do it because if something doesn't pertain to me, I have no interest in it. That is so not true, if it has something to do with a certain quarterback, I've got loads of interest. Anyway, I said that she asked me to bring up chicken fingers. Not milk, because we had some up there. Or what she does is that she'll think she asked me. I know this because she does it all the time. She also starts conversations in the middle of whatever her inner-dialog was on about so you've no idea what she's talking about. I almost told her to get stuffed, but my step-dad was right there, and I didn't need to get my tongue ripped out.

War Tony Stewart! He is THE MAN!! No, he didn't win, sadly. Jimmie Johnson and his cheating-ass crew did. But Tony is so damn bad, he is inappropriate. Do you know what he did? He got penalized so severely, that he was sent to the back of the pack, TWICE, and still finished fifth. That is AWESOME! I might miss a bit, if all of the next race. I'm supposed to go to this seafood restaurant with a co-worker. I hope I'm home, I don't even know what time it starts, but man, I can't believe that I am glad that NASCAR is back. True, it doesn't hold a candle to football, but like the song says, it "takes my pain away".

I miss Ben. I miss all the coverage of football. Yeah, the NFL Network is cool and all, but right now, all they're talking about is the Combine. And all ESPN talks about is basketball, the Olympics, baseball training camp, and golf. Occasionally football news crops up, but it usually has something to do with trade rumors.

But I'll be fine, after all, the real reason I was so pressed to get so many damn photos was to help with the off-season lull. I don't even know what to put up, every photo I had going for the past few weeks corresponded with some Steelers event (i.e. playoff wins, Super Bowl arrival, etc.) Hmmm, let me think... got it. One of his first pictures after getting rid of that beard.

Have a great off-season, Ben. You deserve it. And try not to wear stupid shirts in the vicinity of people with camera-phones. Which is everyone, come to think of it.

Well, I'm off. There's some stuff I need to be doing, like taking a shower.

I'm phasing.