wednesday, apr. 10
What happens when you only go to a select few sites a day, and at one point you're bored with them and the only one left, the one that you go to the most and just tool around with won't open? You go to your own website and write about it, that's what. THIS damn place needs more money. They're constantly having problems. They opened a new site for paying users. I would just love to help them out, but man, I have my own money matters to deal with. Looks like I'm stuck with just a complaint with out a purpose.
I know there are cool sites out there that could occupy my time, it's just a matter of finding them. I seem to find them then forget about them. This is me being too lazy to add addresses to my favorites. Fah.
I have absolutely nothing to do today. Maybe I can look for a job? Maybe I could hang out with some people? Maybe I can just sit on my ass? Yes. That sounds... like it puts forth the least effort. I am one lazy asshole. At least for today I am. Who needs wednesdays anyways? Not I. At least not this wednesday in particular.
My mother just quasi-lectured me on giving my neice orange pop when she said "ask her if she wants orange pop" I did. She said yes. I gave her some. "what did you give her?" she asks. "orange pop like you said." "but I meant orange juice." "but you said orange pop." "I don't give them pop, I give them juice." "You said orange pop, I gave her orange pop." "I meant orange juice." *shrugs*
Is it thursday yet?
monday, apr. 8 That's from The Mothman Profecies. Quite an interesting movie, I must say. You know what else is interesting? People. People are interesting. Thought processes and ideas and the sense that people make... all those are interesting. I think that we never actually make anysense. We just tend to agree on things. Just because we agree on them, doesn't mean they make sense. Someone asked me "How can you drink alcohol but not smoke pot?" Well, it's really quite easy. "Want a drag?" No, thank you. "Want a drink?" Yes, please. That's how. This person continued questioning and making sense (which really didn't make sense at all, right? We just happened to agree on it.) "But marijuana isn't as bad for you as alcohol is." Good point. But alcohol doesn't damage my lungs, who gives a shit about my liver. Who needs it? Not I. (okay, so I lied, I need it.) When I'm in the hospital dying of liver failure, I'll be happy that it's not lung cancer that's killing me. New topic. Britney Spears. Who needs her? "Not I." is the popular response from many a pop music hater. But do you really know who needs her? Not the teeny boppers, not the horny boys, but I. Yes, I need Britney Spears. Had Britney Spears never existed, I would have no one to make fun of and bitch about. I would also have no one to be envious of. Look at her. For the most part, she has a wonderful body, she's got a hot boyfriend, she's pretty, she's famous, she's got money.. etc. etc. etc. Am I the first to admit? As far as I have heard, yes. Do I want to be her? Hell effen no. I don't want to be so full of forced skin tone and be limited to BLONDE hair. Heh. Britney Spears. Focker.
thursday, mar 14 it's been 6 days since we last met. i don't keep favorites, so sometimes i forget about websites. i just realized that i haven't checked up on one in a long time. hmph. maybe i should keep favorites. oh well. news news news. my friend erin and i decided to just take a big risk and move to LA at the end of the summer. how f'n cool is that? i met up online with a guy our age that is looking for roomies. he's from maryland and is going to LA in august for quite similar reasons. wish us luck man, wish us luck. i saw a kid that was in band today, i think he waved at me, i just raised an eyebrow in the "i see you and i'm too lazy to wave" kind of acknowledgement. i'm really unsure if he was actually waving to me or not. frankly, i didn't care. it's not like i talked to him in band. funny, funny people.
friday, mar 8 particle man does the things that a particle can. is he a dot? is he a speck? when he's underwater does he get wet? nobody knows particle man. i'd like to meet particle man. i'd interview him. ask him what it was like to fight triangle man. triangle man seems like a big bully to me. you know who else i'd like to meet? dr. worm. yeah, he seems cool... anyways. tonite's opening night of ye olde alma mater's production of "oklahoma!" i and some friends will be attending in support of our underclassmen friends. i wish i could dance like the little man on my screen. he's definitely cool. he does like flips and stuff. he rules, i should name him. i can't believe i haven't named him yet. hmm... *ponders on a name* we shall call him frankensense. yes, frankensense the hip-hop dancer on my computer. man it really sucks when you start getting real bills. i got one from the doctor that checked out my wrist, not everything could be paid for by insurance so i owe him 10 bucks. heh heh. but that's ten bucks that i could either save (ha!) or spend on 3 nights worth of dinner. hell, 5 nights of dinner if i go to the wendy's value menu. but only two nights of dinner if i go to arby's. they're damn expensive. funny, that. i'm getting a call as we speak froma private number. that always bugs me. i don't know who it is until after the message has been recorded. damn them. ooh it was phil that tattoo guy. i shall write about this later. later that day... so i call phil the tattoo guy and he tells me that the ink he used on me and like 20 other people is bad ink. there's like pig skin pigment in it that just doesn't work for us or something... anyways, that's why the colors turned out really crappy on me and my twenty other tattoo lovers. (not tattooed lovers, i don't have any lovers) so phil's all "man i wanna fix it. you have to let me fix it. i don't want you walking around with that on your back" so i'm gonna go get it fixed. thursday, mar 7 well well well. so we meet again. so i've been a little busy. okay, so i haven't been a little busy, i've just been lazy, and out of laziness neglected to write to my non existant readers. so what have i been doing during this time of laziness? oh, i had work, and rehearsal, a strange problem to sort out, sorted out that strange problem, got my eyebrows waxed, picked my nose, drew bob a couple times, wore new pants, did next to nothing at work, drank some rootbeer, listened to half a song, pulled up my socks, looked for new shoes, didn't buy any new shoes, talked to my sister in law's mom at FD, said hello to my brother, saved this so that my brother could use the phone. then i came back to finish writing this. hooray for mullets right? yeah man, i see so many at the big FD. it's just nutty. these people think they rule the world with their infamous 'do. maybe they do and we don't know it. i bet everyone on capitol hill has a mullet, they just hide it. i wish george w. would let people see his. i would have this much more respect for the man... well, either that or that much less. i'm not sure yet. *dances to 2 skinnee j's* i feel that i should keep track of how many mullets i see at work everyday. i'm just curious as to how many i actually do see. i wonder if they'd be offended if i asked to take a picture of their mullet. maybe not so much if i didn't call it a mullet. do people with mullets know that they have mullets? or even know that there is a name for their haircut? if they do know the name of it, do they know that it's not neccessarily a positive thing? and if they know all that, what do they think about it all? i mean, with so many things out these days that displays, rates, and makes fun of the mullet, how do they not know? are they completely oblivious? or do they just pretend to be just so that they can keep their beloved mullet? my favorite mullet of all time does not fit your mullet stereotype. he doesn't even have a mullet. "then how is he your favorite mullet?" you might ask? well, his name is phil. phil mullet. substitute teacher/chaperone/GAMBA man/all purpose AAC man... this mullet is fearless. short, round and bald, he is, above all, the best mullet around. *raises bottle of rootbeer* here's to you, mr. phil saturday, feb 16 wow. i did next to nothing last night, and i stayed up late doing it. i could've slept at 10:30, but i didn't want to, so for a reason unknown i was up until 2am. so, i got up 6 and a half hours later to get ready for work. so enough about me... let's talk cracker pie. there's this mock apple pie recipe that uses ritz crackers. my mom just made some, but she didn't use the regular ritz, she used the ritz crisp. it didn't turn out just right, but it's still good. it just tastes like cracker pie with some lemon and such in it. it's tastey, i like it. i reccomend it to anyone who likes crackers and pie. "Rediculous Lucky Captian Rabbit King! Lucky Captain Rabbit King Nuggets are for the youth!" thursday, feb 14 so wednesday was february 13 1/2... there are now 28 1/2 days in february. interesting, that. i really wish that i had a real website. i really wish i were more html literate so that i could make one. maybe i could get a co-conspirator and we could make one together. mmm yesss... and get a real domain name, and spiffy stough... haha stough... stuff. and my links wouldn't look all retarded, and my site wouldn't all together look all retarded...even though it is a better looking of the retarded site, if i may say so myself. ramen noodles are wonderful. i should eat them with a spork. or maybe i won't. sporks are for painting, not eating.
tuesday, feb. 13 so... how is everyone? i've decided that i might just start writing on here for the sheer hell of it. did i spell "sheer" right? i've been using it a lot lately, i should probably learn how to spell it. *looks it up* *puts dictionary down* yes. i did, in fact, spell it correctly. so tomorrow is valentines day. hmph. how's the vday weather in your neck of the love boat? mine's not too hot, but i did do a little something for a someone kinda far away. as for now i feel good about that. hannah's calling me right now, sooooo i shall call her back. maybe i'll get back to writing to the zero people that come to my site later. off i go.
