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Monday, May 30, 2005
I HATE GOLF!!! Well, no, that's not fair. I hate people who consider themselves to be quality golfers, yet who cannot follow simple rules of etiquette.
Let me set the scene for you. I was on the first green, after hitting a great drive down the center, an iron shot to the front edge of the green, and then a putt to two feet. So I have two feet left. I go to putt and this one wise guy in my group, we'll call him "Scotty," starts walking to the next tee. Well, that's fine....except he was only like 5 feet from me and I didn't know he was there. It spooked me and I missed the putt. SWEET EFFING DEAL!!! Way to bogey the first hole by 3 putting. So I gave him a death glare and told him kindly not to do that again.
The next hole, I am still jittery from that messed up first hole. I end up having a chip to the hole, which is only 20 feet away. I love that distance usually. Well, I go to chip and in my backstroke, the guy pulls his club out of his bag and makes a ton of noise. I mess up the chip and it ends up costing me another shot. I told "Scotty" again that he needs to knock it off.
To make a long story short, this guy kept doing this stuff....6 straight holes. Finally, on one of his putts, my not-so-subtle uncle Roy jingles coins in his pocket during "Scotty's" putt. "Scotty" backs off the putt and settles down and makes it. A gallery member, who was supporting "Scotty" but had just showed up, witnessed this and decided to flip out and nearly attack Roy. He starts shouting at Roy "What the hell was that, man? What was that about?!"
I walk over to the gallery member and tell him that I've had the same thing for 6 straight holes and that it's ridiculous for "Scotty" to do it. He responded by saying "Don't blame your shitty shots on him, you little prick."
OK, well, at this point, I snapped. I'd had enough of this shit.
"GO AWAY! SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING, YOU HAVEN'T BEEN HERE!"
I think the entire course heard that. Good. Then "Scotty" tried to come over and smoothe things over, saying he hadn't done anything. I told him he knew damn right what he had done and that if he did it again, I'd shove a 3 iron where the sun didn't shine. He kind of looked shocked and scared at the same time. Needless to say, he never did anything again.
But all of this drama was not good for my round. I shot 81, with so many f-ups it was hard to count. Jesus. I admit I did hit some bad shots, but many of them stemmed from "Scotty" either directly making noise and messing me up or me thinking about his lack of etiquette. God.
Ah well. At least that tournament is over, I suppose. I'm tired and burnt to a crisp from being the sun that long for three straight days.
I have to go back to volunteering at LLUMC in the pharmacy tomorrow morning. Ugh. I really despise volunteering. I wouldn't mind doing the stuff if I got paid, but I don't. Now I will be applying for an intern's license in California because I have to get a certain amount of hours by the beginning of the school year in 2006. So I might get paid for that. Meh.
I have a job interview at Mervyn's tomorrow. HAHAHA. God, I don't really want to work there, but I suppose I will have to if I get the job. I need money. ISU raised their tuition a ton.
I think I will go play with my cat and/or take a nap now.
Current mood: kinda pissed at "Scotty"
Current music: The Starting Line: Based on a True Story
Let me set the scene for you. I was on the first green, after hitting a great drive down the center, an iron shot to the front edge of the green, and then a putt to two feet. So I have two feet left. I go to putt and this one wise guy in my group, we'll call him "Scotty," starts walking to the next tee. Well, that's fine....except he was only like 5 feet from me and I didn't know he was there. It spooked me and I missed the putt. SWEET EFFING DEAL!!! Way to bogey the first hole by 3 putting. So I gave him a death glare and told him kindly not to do that again.
The next hole, I am still jittery from that messed up first hole. I end up having a chip to the hole, which is only 20 feet away. I love that distance usually. Well, I go to chip and in my backstroke, the guy pulls his club out of his bag and makes a ton of noise. I mess up the chip and it ends up costing me another shot. I told "Scotty" again that he needs to knock it off.
To make a long story short, this guy kept doing this stuff....6 straight holes. Finally, on one of his putts, my not-so-subtle uncle Roy jingles coins in his pocket during "Scotty's" putt. "Scotty" backs off the putt and settles down and makes it. A gallery member, who was supporting "Scotty" but had just showed up, witnessed this and decided to flip out and nearly attack Roy. He starts shouting at Roy "What the hell was that, man? What was that about?!"
I walk over to the gallery member and tell him that I've had the same thing for 6 straight holes and that it's ridiculous for "Scotty" to do it. He responded by saying "Don't blame your shitty shots on him, you little prick."
OK, well, at this point, I snapped. I'd had enough of this shit.
"GO AWAY! SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING, YOU HAVEN'T BEEN HERE!"
I think the entire course heard that. Good. Then "Scotty" tried to come over and smoothe things over, saying he hadn't done anything. I told him he knew damn right what he had done and that if he did it again, I'd shove a 3 iron where the sun didn't shine. He kind of looked shocked and scared at the same time. Needless to say, he never did anything again.
But all of this drama was not good for my round. I shot 81, with so many f-ups it was hard to count. Jesus. I admit I did hit some bad shots, but many of them stemmed from "Scotty" either directly making noise and messing me up or me thinking about his lack of etiquette. God.
Ah well. At least that tournament is over, I suppose. I'm tired and burnt to a crisp from being the sun that long for three straight days.
I have to go back to volunteering at LLUMC in the pharmacy tomorrow morning. Ugh. I really despise volunteering. I wouldn't mind doing the stuff if I got paid, but I don't. Now I will be applying for an intern's license in California because I have to get a certain amount of hours by the beginning of the school year in 2006. So I might get paid for that. Meh.
I have a job interview at Mervyn's tomorrow. HAHAHA. God, I don't really want to work there, but I suppose I will have to if I get the job. I need money. ISU raised their tuition a ton.
I think I will go play with my cat and/or take a nap now.
Current mood: kinda pissed at "Scotty"
Current music: The Starting Line: Based on a True Story
Saturday, May 28, 2005
WE GOT A KITTY! YAYAYAYAYAY.........kind of. She's a great cat, all sweet, cute, and nice.....but she's been sick ever since we got her. Her name is Charlene and Alex went with me to pick her out. We looked at all of the adoptable kitties, but this one seemed to grab our attention. She was two years old, spayed, calm, had all her shots, and only 35 bucks. So I got the paperwork and adopted her. I think the adoption lady thought we were gay....two guys looking at cats on a Saturday afternoon= queers. Haha....oh well.... Alex and I pulled another good one when we went to the car wash with his Tibby. We were watching the cars go through the wash and Alex saw a Mercedes with a bent, twisted, and flat-out messed up hood ornament. Well, he said something like "Is that hood ornament bent or is it just me?" I saw a guy next to us who was watching the Mercedes closely, so I said something like "Yeah, it's definitely bent." Alex goes on to say "That sucks." The guy standing next to us says "It'll probably snap back." Later, we find out that the Mercedes was his.....oops! Haha...
I played in the San Bernardino County Am today. And I sucked. Well, in truth, only my score sucked. I played like a fucking pro. For those of you that know golf, I hit 16 greens and was 7 over par.....WTF?!?!?! I had like 44 putts. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!! I hit the ball the best I have ever hit it in a tournament. Even my dad and uncle were just standing there amazed after I hit almost every green and every fairway. But I must have missed 6 or 7 little two-foot kick-in putts. GAH....I HATE GOLF!!! Not really, but it's just so frustrating to hit the ball so well and shoot 79.
And so now I am just resting. I am exhausted. I feel like I just ran a marathon with my golf clubs on my back. God.
Current mood: like I said, exhausted
Current music: Hawthorne Heights: "The Silence in Black And White"
I played in the San Bernardino County Am today. And I sucked. Well, in truth, only my score sucked. I played like a fucking pro. For those of you that know golf, I hit 16 greens and was 7 over par.....WTF?!?!?! I had like 44 putts. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!! I hit the ball the best I have ever hit it in a tournament. Even my dad and uncle were just standing there amazed after I hit almost every green and every fairway. But I must have missed 6 or 7 little two-foot kick-in putts. GAH....I HATE GOLF!!! Not really, but it's just so frustrating to hit the ball so well and shoot 79.
And so now I am just resting. I am exhausted. I feel like I just ran a marathon with my golf clubs on my back. God.
Current mood: like I said, exhausted
Current music: Hawthorne Heights: "The Silence in Black And White"
Thursday, May 19, 2005
I played golf yesterday with my dad. I got a call at 11 AM from him, saying "I can go today to Waterman. The other guy came back from his doctor's appointment. So I can go golf. I'll be home at noon. Have my stuff ready in the truck and the food and water ready to go in your bag too." That in itself is not remarkable, but that's what he said as soon I said "Hello" and he said it all in one breath. Shit, it was like he was a little kid getting ice cream or a dog getting a treat. Golf= treat for my dad. Jesus.
So anyhow, I butchered it up. I played really well on the first 10 holes, shooting even par through 10. but since I decided to carry my clubs, I got all tired quickly. Then I started sucking chimp butthole. Finished 6 over.
I went to my ENT appointment today. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's the Ear, Nose, Throat doctor. He was supposed to take care of my nosebleeds for me by catuerizing my nose. Oh sweet Jesus.
He started off my putting a numbing spray/decogestant in there. It took effect instantly and my nose felt like a giant balloon on the end of my face. He shoved cotton balls in my nose that were soaked with more numbing stuff. Then he walked out to let that stuff take full effect. He came back 10 minutes later, and by this time, my teeth and gums, as well as my cheeks and tongue were totally numb. My lower eyelids felt fat too. So he spread my left nostril open and took a Q-tip and stuck it in there. Except this Q-tip was not white. It was grey.....with AgNo3....silver nitrate. You guys remember fuckign around with silver nitrate in Chem I and II? It's the stuff that turns your skin black/brown, basically causing a burn. Well, at first, i felt nothing......but then I got a slight tingling sensation which graduated into a burning sensation.....then on fire. FUCK! The numbing stuff didn't have it full effect. It never did. I wasn't supposed to have been able to feel it at all, he said. Ugh. So it burned for a long time, and even after he cleaned it off and put an ointment on, it still burned. Bah. And it still throbs and burns right now.
But that's not the best part. I have black/brown nostrils now. FUCK! I look like a freak. No one else has black/brown nostrils. That's just not normal. But I was dumb......I had to go to the post office after my appointment, so I went in there and the guy working the desk looked at me like I was some creature from 3 Days Later or whatever that dumb British zombie movie was called. I got back into the truck to discover that my nostrils were black and oozing the ointment. Sweeeetttttttt................
So now I have nothing to do except sit around and feel my nose throb.
Current mood: in pain
Current music: Matchbook Romance: "Stories and Alibis" (nice choice Andrew, yet again)
So anyhow, I butchered it up. I played really well on the first 10 holes, shooting even par through 10. but since I decided to carry my clubs, I got all tired quickly. Then I started sucking chimp butthole. Finished 6 over.
I went to my ENT appointment today. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's the Ear, Nose, Throat doctor. He was supposed to take care of my nosebleeds for me by catuerizing my nose. Oh sweet Jesus.
He started off my putting a numbing spray/decogestant in there. It took effect instantly and my nose felt like a giant balloon on the end of my face. He shoved cotton balls in my nose that were soaked with more numbing stuff. Then he walked out to let that stuff take full effect. He came back 10 minutes later, and by this time, my teeth and gums, as well as my cheeks and tongue were totally numb. My lower eyelids felt fat too. So he spread my left nostril open and took a Q-tip and stuck it in there. Except this Q-tip was not white. It was grey.....with AgNo3....silver nitrate. You guys remember fuckign around with silver nitrate in Chem I and II? It's the stuff that turns your skin black/brown, basically causing a burn. Well, at first, i felt nothing......but then I got a slight tingling sensation which graduated into a burning sensation.....then on fire. FUCK! The numbing stuff didn't have it full effect. It never did. I wasn't supposed to have been able to feel it at all, he said. Ugh. So it burned for a long time, and even after he cleaned it off and put an ointment on, it still burned. Bah. And it still throbs and burns right now.
But that's not the best part. I have black/brown nostrils now. FUCK! I look like a freak. No one else has black/brown nostrils. That's just not normal. But I was dumb......I had to go to the post office after my appointment, so I went in there and the guy working the desk looked at me like I was some creature from 3 Days Later or whatever that dumb British zombie movie was called. I got back into the truck to discover that my nostrils were black and oozing the ointment. Sweeeetttttttt................
So now I have nothing to do except sit around and feel my nose throb.
Current mood: in pain
Current music: Matchbook Romance: "Stories and Alibis" (nice choice Andrew, yet again)
Monday, May 16, 2005
I just got my grades and as it turns out, I didn't get a 4.0 GPA. Damnit.
Organic Chemistry- B+ (whew! I was really worried about that fucker)
Organic Chemistry Lab- A
Anatomy and Physiology Lecture and Lab- A
Microeconomics- A (hahahahaha- what a joke!)
Physics (correspondence)- still waiting- hopefully an A
Billiards- A (yeah baby!)
Current music: Autopilot Off: Make A Sound (title track is awesome)
Current mood: busy
Organic Chemistry- B+ (whew! I was really worried about that fucker)
Organic Chemistry Lab- A
Anatomy and Physiology Lecture and Lab- A
Microeconomics- A (hahahahaha- what a joke!)
Physics (correspondence)- still waiting- hopefully an A
Billiards- A (yeah baby!)
Current music: Autopilot Off: Make A Sound (title track is awesome)
Current mood: busy
Sunday, May 15, 2005
So I forgot to mention a few more things that I thought about on my drive home. Here they are, presented in no special order:
What does everyone wear to bed? I know this is random, but I thinking about pajamas and such. I wear boxers, but I was curious to see if anyone I knew was bold enough to sleep in the buff? I have tried, but I don't know. I just feel weird and I don't think I could actually fall asleep that way.
Do any of you have any reoccurring themes in your dreams? I dream about shaving once a week or so. Weird shit, I know.
At one point near sunset and a little after sunset, I felt like I was on a treadmill as I drove. It was scary as hell. It felt like the road moved under my truck and my truck was stationary. The scenery even seemed to move in a similar way. Utterly unnerving.
Today, my dad and I went to PGA to hit golf balls. Apparently, there had been a tourney and they had balls set out on the range for them all. But all the players were on the course and no one was on the range. My dad and I collected them all and we each hit about 200, we called a family friend, he hit 200, and we pocketed about 250. Holy shit, there were sooooo many golf balls. And if that wasn't enough, we went to Redlands Country Club and hunted for balls. We found 85 more. Holy shit......
Current music: Jason Mraz: "Waiting For My Rocket To Come"
Current mood: tired as hell from golf
What does everyone wear to bed? I know this is random, but I thinking about pajamas and such. I wear boxers, but I was curious to see if anyone I knew was bold enough to sleep in the buff? I have tried, but I don't know. I just feel weird and I don't think I could actually fall asleep that way.
Do any of you have any reoccurring themes in your dreams? I dream about shaving once a week or so. Weird shit, I know.
At one point near sunset and a little after sunset, I felt like I was on a treadmill as I drove. It was scary as hell. It felt like the road moved under my truck and my truck was stationary. The scenery even seemed to move in a similar way. Utterly unnerving.
Today, my dad and I went to PGA to hit golf balls. Apparently, there had been a tourney and they had balls set out on the range for them all. But all the players were on the course and no one was on the range. My dad and I collected them all and we each hit about 200, we called a family friend, he hit 200, and we pocketed about 250. Holy shit, there were sooooo many golf balls. And if that wasn't enough, we went to Redlands Country Club and hunted for balls. We found 85 more. Holy shit......
Current music: Jason Mraz: "Waiting For My Rocket To Come"
Current mood: tired as hell from golf
Saturday, May 14, 2005
So I am now back in Redlands. Here's some random stories from the late couple days, including today.
I was in po-dunk Nephi, Utah, getting gas and trying to find a place to take a huge leak that had been building up for 200 miles or so. I had already paid for gas (which isn't pre-pay- weird), and I was searching for the bathroom in the gas station. Well, I see a sign that says "Restrooms." So me, being silly old Rico, follows the sign. I come to a fork in the hallway. Uh-oh. There's no sign to aid me here. I have a choice between a well-lit wide hallway and a dark, dank, fat-person-prohibiting hallway. I choose the light one.........and end up walking into the drive-thru window for the gas station's snack and drink shop. Whoops! The girl working looks at me like I am a monster with pimples. I ask where the bathroom is and eventually end up going down the skinny hallway. I took the biggest leak ever.
In Mesquite, Nevada (a shithole town with 4 people, all of whom work at the 2 casinos), a policeman blocked off the freeway, stopping any traffic from going past this one exit. So I get in the line of cars, which ends up being a mile long. I wait, I wait, I wait, I play with myself, and then I have to wait some more. So anyhow, once I finally get to the front of the line, I'm about to go across the street and get back on the freeway.....when ......the fucking cop drives by me, sirens blaring and skids to a stop on the on-ramp. FUCK. He gets out, waves frantically for me to go down this street. Well, shit, I don't know Mesquite. I know I-15 South. I didn't know what the fuck to do, so I just tried to keep the freeway in view and I paralleled it. Turns out, they were supposedly doing construction on the freeway for the stretch they closed. Well, I finally find the freeway again and get going. I look back in my rearview mirror and see nothing....no construction.....nothing at all. WTF? I think the police in that town were so bored on Friday night that they decided to see how bad they could fuck traffic over by doing that. Or maybe they worked for the casinos and were trying to get people to detour into them by forcing them to drive through town. Either way really. But for sure, there was no construction. Bah.
I stop for dinner in St. George, Utah. I go into Panda Express and order my food. ONce I am sitting down and enjoying my dinner, 2 gangbangers walk in. Now, mind you, this is Utah and they are skinny white boys. But if you heard voices and saw no faces, you would have guessed they were at least wiggers from San Bernardino. Haha. God, what a joke they were. Gangbangers in Utah......that's like a rapper at Harvard....it's just laughable.
At some point during my travels, I was passing a big truck as I ascended a small grade. Well, I guess some girl in a Chevy Cavalier behind mer was anxious to get around. I was going as fast as I could, but as soon as I cleared the truck, she starts motioning for me to get over so that she can continue driving at 100+ mph. Well......you can guess what I did. Yup. I slowed back down and hung next to the truck for awhile. Haha. Kiss my ass.
I've decided that St. George is dangerously overpopulated. And I can't imagine why....or maybe it's because Mormons haven't realized that contraceptives are OK and that 12 identical looking kids is not. Bastards. Teenage pregnancy isn't causing overpopulation....Mormons are. A good example of this overpopulation is that it took me 20 minutes to get from the gas station to the freeway.....which is about as far as it is from my bathroom to my bed in my house (10 feet).
And I have another pet peeve for you. Freeway brakers. Why do people like to gas it and then either ride up some's butt or just go too fast and then slam on the brakes.....ON THE FUCKING FREEWAY?!?!?! You don't do that on the freeway. GAH!!!! No brakes on freeway....unless there's a wreck or something that blocks traffic. No braking. Just let off the gas. When people did that to me yesterday (some guy got in front of me and then put on his brakes- no cars around cept for him and me), I gave him a burst of my hi-beams. And I repeated that treatment whenever he braked.
Today, I went to dinner with the Pelazini clan. Kenny had a few funny stories- here's one.
"I went to Costco yesterday, trying to buy Vaseline and baby powder. It took me half a fucking hour to find the Vaseline, but I did manage to find a gallon of that shit. Once I had that in hand, I went searching for the baby powder. Couldn't find that shit. I asked a worker where it was, but she didn't speak a word of English. What the fuck? So I pulled down my pants, balled like a baby, and pointed at my ass. She seemed to understand and led me to the Vaseline. Fuck."
I took my O-Chem final on Friday moorning and let me just say "OUCH." That sucked. I didn't do well at all. And I'm being serious. I know sometimes I say that and I mean B or something, but shit, this was not good at all.
So now I am unpacking and selling stuff on eBay. Fun times. You all need to ditch school and come hang out. LOL.
Current music: Fall Out Boy: From Under the Cork Tree (their new CD- it rocks!)
Current mood: tired
I was in po-dunk Nephi, Utah, getting gas and trying to find a place to take a huge leak that had been building up for 200 miles or so. I had already paid for gas (which isn't pre-pay- weird), and I was searching for the bathroom in the gas station. Well, I see a sign that says "Restrooms." So me, being silly old Rico, follows the sign. I come to a fork in the hallway. Uh-oh. There's no sign to aid me here. I have a choice between a well-lit wide hallway and a dark, dank, fat-person-prohibiting hallway. I choose the light one.........and end up walking into the drive-thru window for the gas station's snack and drink shop. Whoops! The girl working looks at me like I am a monster with pimples. I ask where the bathroom is and eventually end up going down the skinny hallway. I took the biggest leak ever.
In Mesquite, Nevada (a shithole town with 4 people, all of whom work at the 2 casinos), a policeman blocked off the freeway, stopping any traffic from going past this one exit. So I get in the line of cars, which ends up being a mile long. I wait, I wait, I wait, I play with myself, and then I have to wait some more. So anyhow, once I finally get to the front of the line, I'm about to go across the street and get back on the freeway.....when ......the fucking cop drives by me, sirens blaring and skids to a stop on the on-ramp. FUCK. He gets out, waves frantically for me to go down this street. Well, shit, I don't know Mesquite. I know I-15 South. I didn't know what the fuck to do, so I just tried to keep the freeway in view and I paralleled it. Turns out, they were supposedly doing construction on the freeway for the stretch they closed. Well, I finally find the freeway again and get going. I look back in my rearview mirror and see nothing....no construction.....nothing at all. WTF? I think the police in that town were so bored on Friday night that they decided to see how bad they could fuck traffic over by doing that. Or maybe they worked for the casinos and were trying to get people to detour into them by forcing them to drive through town. Either way really. But for sure, there was no construction. Bah.
I stop for dinner in St. George, Utah. I go into Panda Express and order my food. ONce I am sitting down and enjoying my dinner, 2 gangbangers walk in. Now, mind you, this is Utah and they are skinny white boys. But if you heard voices and saw no faces, you would have guessed they were at least wiggers from San Bernardino. Haha. God, what a joke they were. Gangbangers in Utah......that's like a rapper at Harvard....it's just laughable.
At some point during my travels, I was passing a big truck as I ascended a small grade. Well, I guess some girl in a Chevy Cavalier behind mer was anxious to get around. I was going as fast as I could, but as soon as I cleared the truck, she starts motioning for me to get over so that she can continue driving at 100+ mph. Well......you can guess what I did. Yup. I slowed back down and hung next to the truck for awhile. Haha. Kiss my ass.
I've decided that St. George is dangerously overpopulated. And I can't imagine why....or maybe it's because Mormons haven't realized that contraceptives are OK and that 12 identical looking kids is not. Bastards. Teenage pregnancy isn't causing overpopulation....Mormons are. A good example of this overpopulation is that it took me 20 minutes to get from the gas station to the freeway.....which is about as far as it is from my bathroom to my bed in my house (10 feet).
And I have another pet peeve for you. Freeway brakers. Why do people like to gas it and then either ride up some's butt or just go too fast and then slam on the brakes.....ON THE FUCKING FREEWAY?!?!?! You don't do that on the freeway. GAH!!!! No brakes on freeway....unless there's a wreck or something that blocks traffic. No braking. Just let off the gas. When people did that to me yesterday (some guy got in front of me and then put on his brakes- no cars around cept for him and me), I gave him a burst of my hi-beams. And I repeated that treatment whenever he braked.
Today, I went to dinner with the Pelazini clan. Kenny had a few funny stories- here's one.
"I went to Costco yesterday, trying to buy Vaseline and baby powder. It took me half a fucking hour to find the Vaseline, but I did manage to find a gallon of that shit. Once I had that in hand, I went searching for the baby powder. Couldn't find that shit. I asked a worker where it was, but she didn't speak a word of English. What the fuck? So I pulled down my pants, balled like a baby, and pointed at my ass. She seemed to understand and led me to the Vaseline. Fuck."
I took my O-Chem final on Friday moorning and let me just say "OUCH." That sucked. I didn't do well at all. And I'm being serious. I know sometimes I say that and I mean B or something, but shit, this was not good at all.
So now I am unpacking and selling stuff on eBay. Fun times. You all need to ditch school and come hang out. LOL.
Current music: Fall Out Boy: From Under the Cork Tree (their new CD- it rocks!)
Current mood: tired
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
So this was the sunset a couple nights ago. It was pretty awesome, the clouds were totally lit up by the sun as it descended.
Ah shit. That's all I have to say about Friday. I guess my parents are feeling lazy or something, since they decided not to meet their one and only Rico in St. George. So that means I get to drive the 850 miles in one day, by myself, and get home at about 12:30 (at night). Shit. Not really looking forward to that. If you are interested for any reason in the journey I get to make, check out the map below.
And since I have no company, I will be singing. Yup. I will be alone, belting out the tunes. And since I have not joined the 20th century (yes, that's right, I'm not even talking about the 21st here), I don't have a CD player in the pimpin' truck. Damnit. And there are stretches where all you can hear is the winding whipping through the cab (if you have the windows down) and the little voices in your head. So that means that I have to use my portable CD player with the headphones. Soooooo.......I will be singing....with no accompanying music or back-up singers (since I am undoubtedly the lead singer- ha!).......
My room now looks like a prison. Ugh. It's pretty drab and depressing. I don't really enjoy looking at the blank walls and empty desks. Sad.
So anyhow, I have taken 3 finals. I aced the pool final. Yup. Katie aced it too. Sweet deal. And then I took the Econ final...........HAHAHAHAHAHA. How can it be considered a college-level class when I only miss 5 points during the entire semester (including all homework and tests)? Jesus. So I got an A in there. And then I took the A&P final, which I thought I did really well on. Well, fuck me. I got an 80%. But I suppose it was curved, because I ended up getting a 94% in the class. Weird. So I have 3 A's thus far. And I think I got an A in Physics, but it might have been an A- or B+, which according to a friend's mom, is unacceptable. WTF?!?! B's are fine, enough said.
So I have one final left. And it's dark and evil. O-Chem. I hate that class. I really do. I don't mind the material, I just hate feeling clueless on the tests. And it's because the teacher sucks big, fat, hairy, stinky, unwiped, hemorrhoid-infested asshole. That won't be a fun final. And that's Friday morning, right before drive home. Ugh.
So I've decided this was my last blog............until I get home. Bye until at least Saturday.
And since I have no company, I will be singing. Yup. I will be alone, belting out the tunes. And since I have not joined the 20th century (yes, that's right, I'm not even talking about the 21st here), I don't have a CD player in the pimpin' truck. Damnit. And there are stretches where all you can hear is the winding whipping through the cab (if you have the windows down) and the little voices in your head. So that means that I have to use my portable CD player with the headphones. Soooooo.......I will be singing....with no accompanying music or back-up singers (since I am undoubtedly the lead singer- ha!).......
My room now looks like a prison. Ugh. It's pretty drab and depressing. I don't really enjoy looking at the blank walls and empty desks. Sad.
So anyhow, I have taken 3 finals. I aced the pool final. Yup. Katie aced it too. Sweet deal. And then I took the Econ final...........HAHAHAHAHAHA. How can it be considered a college-level class when I only miss 5 points during the entire semester (including all homework and tests)? Jesus. So I got an A in there. And then I took the A&P final, which I thought I did really well on. Well, fuck me. I got an 80%. But I suppose it was curved, because I ended up getting a 94% in the class. Weird. So I have 3 A's thus far. And I think I got an A in Physics, but it might have been an A- or B+, which according to a friend's mom, is unacceptable. WTF?!?! B's are fine, enough said.
So I have one final left. And it's dark and evil. O-Chem. I hate that class. I really do. I don't mind the material, I just hate feeling clueless on the tests. And it's because the teacher sucks big, fat, hairy, stinky, unwiped, hemorrhoid-infested asshole. That won't be a fun final. And that's Friday morning, right before drive home. Ugh.
So I've decided this was my last blog............until I get home. Bye until at least Saturday.
Friday, May 06, 2005
SUGARCULT
"Hate Every Beautiful Day"
Something's gotta change again
I'm losing, my inspirations gone, oh no oh no
Seeing through some different eyes
I can't find, my medications failed, again again
I can feel a change
I can feel, can you feel it
See it on the street watching heat from the pavement
Cause I'm here, ready to take it all here
Everything's feeling unclear
I wish it was raining
Cause I hate every beautiful day
Faces in the crowd
Fake smiles for miles
My imitations wrong of them again
Trapped inside this cheap hotel
Bored as hell turing the channels 'round
In my head, in my bed
I can feel a change
I can feel, can you feel it
See it on the street watching heat from the pavement
Cause I'm here, ready to take it all here
Everything's feeling unclear
I wish it was raining
Cause I hate every beautiful day
I can feel a change
I can feel, can you feel it
See it on the street watching heat from the pavement
I can feel a changeI can feel, can you feel it
I'm not the same, not the same lost my feeling
All I know I'll never know
All I know I'll never know
Cause I'm here, ready to take it all here
Everything's feeling unclear
I wish it was raining
Cause I hate every beautiful day
Every beautiful day
Every beautiful day
Every beautiful day
Well, if you made it through that, thanks for actually caring enough to read my blog. Today was a shit day and I capped it off in style. I went and sucked at pool. Sweet. Couldn't make a fucking shot. Bah. And then I made Katie feel bad, which is never one of the highlights of my day. Damnit. Every time I hurt her, I rip my myself a little more. And now I have a stomach ache. fffffffuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkk. I think it's time for bed. It was just one of those days when you can't wait to go back to bed....and it's only 2:00 PM.
So for some more closure on the eBay catasrophe with the dumb b-i-t-c-h (you have to read each letter individually because that's how I typed it). I wrote her a nasty email, which basically stated that she is not to fuck with my business. She is not to fuck with me anymore, she is not to badmouth me. She is to realize that she is wrong, that I am not selling her CD because my auction for that CD started 3 days before I received her POS CD. Goddamn her for contributing to my shit day. Now I just want to publicly urinate and shit on her head.
Night.
Current mood: in pain
Current music: at least my music choice is kicking ass right now
"Hate Every Beautiful Day"
Something's gotta change again
I'm losing, my inspirations gone, oh no oh no
Seeing through some different eyes
I can't find, my medications failed, again again
I can feel a change
I can feel, can you feel it
See it on the street watching heat from the pavement
Cause I'm here, ready to take it all here
Everything's feeling unclear
I wish it was raining
Cause I hate every beautiful day
Faces in the crowd
Fake smiles for miles
My imitations wrong of them again
Trapped inside this cheap hotel
Bored as hell turing the channels 'round
In my head, in my bed
I can feel a change
I can feel, can you feel it
See it on the street watching heat from the pavement
Cause I'm here, ready to take it all here
Everything's feeling unclear
I wish it was raining
Cause I hate every beautiful day
I can feel a change
I can feel, can you feel it
See it on the street watching heat from the pavement
I can feel a changeI can feel, can you feel it
I'm not the same, not the same lost my feeling
All I know I'll never know
All I know I'll never know
Cause I'm here, ready to take it all here
Everything's feeling unclear
I wish it was raining
Cause I hate every beautiful day
Every beautiful day
Every beautiful day
Every beautiful day
Well, if you made it through that, thanks for actually caring enough to read my blog. Today was a shit day and I capped it off in style. I went and sucked at pool. Sweet. Couldn't make a fucking shot. Bah. And then I made Katie feel bad, which is never one of the highlights of my day. Damnit. Every time I hurt her, I rip my myself a little more. And now I have a stomach ache. fffffffuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkk. I think it's time for bed. It was just one of those days when you can't wait to go back to bed....and it's only 2:00 PM.
So for some more closure on the eBay catasrophe with the dumb b-i-t-c-h (you have to read each letter individually because that's how I typed it). I wrote her a nasty email, which basically stated that she is not to fuck with my business. She is not to fuck with me anymore, she is not to badmouth me. She is to realize that she is wrong, that I am not selling her CD because my auction for that CD started 3 days before I received her POS CD. Goddamn her for contributing to my shit day. Now I just want to publicly urinate and shit on her head.
Night.
Current mood: in pain
Current music: at least my music choice is kicking ass right now
Thursday, May 05, 2005
OK, I am pissed right now for a couple reasons. One is Mormonism and two is a bitch on eBay that I want to e-strangle.
Some cultists.....errr.....missionaries are here this evening to talk to a girl upstairs and a neighbor. The girl upstairs is just going to be "gathering facts" (which to me, that is hard to do with religion, but I will keep my mouth shut on that). My neighbor wants to debate with them. Anyhow, they (being the missionaries) came to my door to ask if the lounge was across from me. I said it was and then went back to studying. They came into room. WTF? You do not come into my room. You stay out, you fucking cultists. Then they asked if I had ever been approached by missionaries before. I wanted to say "Yes, your wonderful brothers had talked to me to try to bring me under your rule of ignorance." But no, I just said yes and tried to go back to studying. Nope. They kept talking. Damn them to their non-existent Hell. They wanted to know what I thought of the idea the missionaries spread. I wanted to say that I found it funny and scary at the same time, but I just said "fine" and went back to business. Not allowed. The missionaries then wanted to know if they could talk to me later tonight. FUCK YOU. No. I told them no, not interested in religion.
I feel that religion is fine. I personally don't have a need for it in my life, but some people do. I don't think it's necessarily a sign of weakness. I just think that people who are religious should keep it to themselves. Don't push that shit on me. If religion is as great as people say it is, then why does it need people out pushing it on others? Wouldn't the people that want to be religious become religious on their own? I don't need solicitors for a religion. I don't want to be a Mormon. I don't want any part of your BS religion. I don't want to be bothered by missionaries ever again. EVER! YOU HEAR ME, YOU BRAINWASHING MOTHERUCKERS?!?!?
So the second thing that pissed me off today was an eBay incident. I purchased a Michelle Branch CD on eBay a week ago for $5.99. There was no case, but it was said to be in "excellent condition." Direct quote. Well, as it turns out, it was fucked up beyond belief. You couldn't play more than one song without it skipping. You couldn't even copy it to burn it. I tried it on 4 omputers before my friend was able to get his computer to copy it. But before I could burn it, I emailed the seller of the CD. I told her that it was scratched badly and that I was unhappy. She basically told me that I was wrong and that the CD was in perfect shape. WHAT?!?!? You have the nerve to tell me that? Holy shit. So I wrote her again. I told her I expected a full refund instantly and that she had no business to tell me that. She did refund my money, but returned with another bitchy comment. She said "I don't appreciate your rudeness. Enjoy your damn $5.99." OK, look here. It's not the money. It's the principle. I told her I didn't appreciate her dishonesty and unwillingness to accept blame.
That's when I thought it was over. But no, there's more. She left a feedback on account of "sorry for the mix-up." What "mix-up?" You "fucked up." No "mix-up." You're dumb, plain and simple, and thought you could pull a fast one. So I left feedback: CD scratched beyond playability, refunded, thanks." She had the gall to comment on it, saying it was not scratched. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU,YOU LYING WHORE?!?! STOP LYING TO ME!!! Goddamnit. I wanted to e-strangle her through eBay.
Current mood: pissed
Current music: (see below- they're a good, yet no-name punk band)
Some cultists.....errr.....missionaries are here this evening to talk to a girl upstairs and a neighbor. The girl upstairs is just going to be "gathering facts" (which to me, that is hard to do with religion, but I will keep my mouth shut on that). My neighbor wants to debate with them. Anyhow, they (being the missionaries) came to my door to ask if the lounge was across from me. I said it was and then went back to studying. They came into room. WTF? You do not come into my room. You stay out, you fucking cultists. Then they asked if I had ever been approached by missionaries before. I wanted to say "Yes, your wonderful brothers had talked to me to try to bring me under your rule of ignorance." But no, I just said yes and tried to go back to studying. Nope. They kept talking. Damn them to their non-existent Hell. They wanted to know what I thought of the idea the missionaries spread. I wanted to say that I found it funny and scary at the same time, but I just said "fine" and went back to business. Not allowed. The missionaries then wanted to know if they could talk to me later tonight. FUCK YOU. No. I told them no, not interested in religion.
I feel that religion is fine. I personally don't have a need for it in my life, but some people do. I don't think it's necessarily a sign of weakness. I just think that people who are religious should keep it to themselves. Don't push that shit on me. If religion is as great as people say it is, then why does it need people out pushing it on others? Wouldn't the people that want to be religious become religious on their own? I don't need solicitors for a religion. I don't want to be a Mormon. I don't want any part of your BS religion. I don't want to be bothered by missionaries ever again. EVER! YOU HEAR ME, YOU BRAINWASHING MOTHERUCKERS?!?!?
So the second thing that pissed me off today was an eBay incident. I purchased a Michelle Branch CD on eBay a week ago for $5.99. There was no case, but it was said to be in "excellent condition." Direct quote. Well, as it turns out, it was fucked up beyond belief. You couldn't play more than one song without it skipping. You couldn't even copy it to burn it. I tried it on 4 omputers before my friend was able to get his computer to copy it. But before I could burn it, I emailed the seller of the CD. I told her that it was scratched badly and that I was unhappy. She basically told me that I was wrong and that the CD was in perfect shape. WHAT?!?!? You have the nerve to tell me that? Holy shit. So I wrote her again. I told her I expected a full refund instantly and that she had no business to tell me that. She did refund my money, but returned with another bitchy comment. She said "I don't appreciate your rudeness. Enjoy your damn $5.99." OK, look here. It's not the money. It's the principle. I told her I didn't appreciate her dishonesty and unwillingness to accept blame.
That's when I thought it was over. But no, there's more. She left a feedback on account of "sorry for the mix-up." What "mix-up?" You "fucked up." No "mix-up." You're dumb, plain and simple, and thought you could pull a fast one. So I left feedback: CD scratched beyond playability, refunded, thanks." She had the gall to comment on it, saying it was not scratched. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU,YOU LYING WHORE?!?! STOP LYING TO ME!!! Goddamnit. I wanted to e-strangle her through eBay.
Current mood: pissed
Current music: (see below- they're a good, yet no-name punk band)
The death of dead week has occurred and I don't think anything can bring it back to life. I thought the purpose of dead week was to give students a week of review in class, as well as not teaching new material. I thought some teachers even gave the week off. But no, not here. Only one of my professors this semester offered a true dead week and that's my A&P teacher. My others are all teaching new material. Ugh.
I finished working out today and was walking down the hallway to the drinking fountain. I was following some random guy, who apparently thought I was someone else. He said loudly, "Yeah, this hallway does smell like piss." I didn't know what to do, since I could tell he wasn't talking to me. So I just agreed aloud....and he turned around quickly and turned bright red. "Oh crap, you're not the person I thought you were." Hahaha....embarrassing for him, funny for me though.
Katie and I were watching the "House of Wax: Movie Life" show today. The one actor on there was supposed to get covered in "hot" wax. He was absolutely terrified of doing the "stunt." Oh calm down, you fucking Hollywood liberal pansy. You are getting paid so much and you can't take a little warm wax? Damn, who here has never dripped wax on themselves from a candle? I can say I have and it's not that bad at all. Get a grip on reality, you goddamn elite pansy.
So Carmen Electra is being auctioned off for a "Dream Date" on eBay. Here's the link:
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=16071&item=6528557289&rd=1&ssPageName=WDVW
I cannot seriously believe that someone is going to pay $19,600 for a date with her.....and she's married.....so it's not like they will ever get anything out of it. But my favorite part....the guy that's bidding right now must be the biggest computer nerd in the entire fucking world. He has previously purchased Sims stuff on eBay. Yes, that's right. He bought video game shit for the lamest game ever made. Jesus Christ, what a loser.
Current mood: incredulous
Current music: (see below)
I finished working out today and was walking down the hallway to the drinking fountain. I was following some random guy, who apparently thought I was someone else. He said loudly, "Yeah, this hallway does smell like piss." I didn't know what to do, since I could tell he wasn't talking to me. So I just agreed aloud....and he turned around quickly and turned bright red. "Oh crap, you're not the person I thought you were." Hahaha....embarrassing for him, funny for me though.
Katie and I were watching the "House of Wax: Movie Life" show today. The one actor on there was supposed to get covered in "hot" wax. He was absolutely terrified of doing the "stunt." Oh calm down, you fucking Hollywood liberal pansy. You are getting paid so much and you can't take a little warm wax? Damn, who here has never dripped wax on themselves from a candle? I can say I have and it's not that bad at all. Get a grip on reality, you goddamn elite pansy.
So Carmen Electra is being auctioned off for a "Dream Date" on eBay. Here's the link:
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=16071&item=6528557289&rd=1&ssPageName=WDVW
I cannot seriously believe that someone is going to pay $19,600 for a date with her.....and she's married.....so it's not like they will ever get anything out of it. But my favorite part....the guy that's bidding right now must be the biggest computer nerd in the entire fucking world. He has previously purchased Sims stuff on eBay. Yes, that's right. He bought video game shit for the lamest game ever made. Jesus Christ, what a loser.
Current mood: incredulous
Current music: (see below)
The guy next door to me is playing the new "Star Wars" soundtrack. He is obsessed with "Star Wars." Not that the obsession is a bad thing. I just think it's amusing. I'm glad he has something to be that interested in. I guess my obsession of choice is golf and the beach, both especially during the summer. So see, it's not that weird, now is it?
I slept until 9:40 AM this morning. That rocked. I feel much more rested today than I have in awhile. I guess more than 8 hours of sleep can do that for you. I usually only get about 6 or 7 and then a few minutes on and off during the day when I doze off in class. Haha.
I honestly cannot wait for summer and the beach. It needs to come right now, yet I don't want to leave Pocatello friends. You Pocatello people should all come down to Redlands with me and see how lame Redlands is. It's just like Pocatello. But at least the weather is better and there's a beach within 2 hours. So it's decided, you all come down with me. And no offense to hgih school friends, you can all hang out too.
Anyhow, I need to start studying for my 3 finals: A&P, Econ, and O-Chem.
Current mood: energetic
Current music: (see below)
I slept until 9:40 AM this morning. That rocked. I feel much more rested today than I have in awhile. I guess more than 8 hours of sleep can do that for you. I usually only get about 6 or 7 and then a few minutes on and off during the day when I doze off in class. Haha.
I honestly cannot wait for summer and the beach. It needs to come right now, yet I don't want to leave Pocatello friends. You Pocatello people should all come down to Redlands with me and see how lame Redlands is. It's just like Pocatello. But at least the weather is better and there's a beach within 2 hours. So it's decided, you all come down with me. And no offense to hgih school friends, you can all hang out too.
Anyhow, I need to start studying for my 3 finals: A&P, Econ, and O-Chem.
Current mood: energetic
Current music: (see below)
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Whew....just ate a bunch of Hot Cheetos and my mouth is on fire.
So, stemming from that thought, I have thought of a good job for me. A food critic. However, I wouldn't eat sushi/sashimi stuff, any other fish, undercooked meat, or eggs. It's not that I fear disease or anything (even though those are very real possiblities with undercooked food- but you take that risk eating anything). I just don't care for that stuff, so it wouldn't be fair for me to eat it and rate it. Anyhow, I just think that it would be fricking awesome to get paid for eating. Eating is a hobby of mine, and since I hardly stop eating during the day, it would make me a rich guy. I think Katie and I have eaten at nearly every restaurant in Pocatello and could probably tell you directions on how to get there, what to eat when there, and the prices.
Those were just some random thoughts that came to my mind during the day. But in all seriousness, I don't know much about food. I know what I like and what I don't like. It's pleasurable to eat what I like, torture to eat what I don't like. But other than that, I am fairly clueless when it comes to food.
So I took my physics final today. It raped me. It was bad.....the multiple choice section was tough enough, but then I came to the actual calculation section. And what's even worse is that I am even worse at physics now than I was in high school with Romanian Radoi teaching me in his thick accent. That's pretty sad. So I probably ended up with a B in the class. Not that it matters anymore, unless I can't pull a C out in a class.
Katie and I aced our billiards playing final. All we had to do was hit 3 shots: a follow (top-spin), a stop (stops- obviously), and a draw (backspin). We both messed up on one shot, but the teacher is a cool guy. He lets a lot of stuff slide.....and he even told us the questions on our written final. And he gave us the answers. HAHA. I wish O-Chem and Physics and A&P were like that. That'd be sweet.
Night
Current mood: sleepy
Current music: (see below- and don't judge me for listening to Good Charlotte- It's a good CD- lol)
So, stemming from that thought, I have thought of a good job for me. A food critic. However, I wouldn't eat sushi/sashimi stuff, any other fish, undercooked meat, or eggs. It's not that I fear disease or anything (even though those are very real possiblities with undercooked food- but you take that risk eating anything). I just don't care for that stuff, so it wouldn't be fair for me to eat it and rate it. Anyhow, I just think that it would be fricking awesome to get paid for eating. Eating is a hobby of mine, and since I hardly stop eating during the day, it would make me a rich guy. I think Katie and I have eaten at nearly every restaurant in Pocatello and could probably tell you directions on how to get there, what to eat when there, and the prices.
Those were just some random thoughts that came to my mind during the day. But in all seriousness, I don't know much about food. I know what I like and what I don't like. It's pleasurable to eat what I like, torture to eat what I don't like. But other than that, I am fairly clueless when it comes to food.
So I took my physics final today. It raped me. It was bad.....the multiple choice section was tough enough, but then I came to the actual calculation section. And what's even worse is that I am even worse at physics now than I was in high school with Romanian Radoi teaching me in his thick accent. That's pretty sad. So I probably ended up with a B in the class. Not that it matters anymore, unless I can't pull a C out in a class.
Katie and I aced our billiards playing final. All we had to do was hit 3 shots: a follow (top-spin), a stop (stops- obviously), and a draw (backspin). We both messed up on one shot, but the teacher is a cool guy. He lets a lot of stuff slide.....and he even told us the questions on our written final. And he gave us the answers. HAHA. I wish O-Chem and Physics and A&P were like that. That'd be sweet.
Night
Current mood: sleepy
Current music: (see below- and don't judge me for listening to Good Charlotte- It's a good CD- lol)
Monday, May 02, 2005
Katie and I were walking from the SUB across the quad to our next class this morning when we saw a heavy lady running in the same direction. Her fat on her ass jiggled up and down, and her body shook side to side with every step. It was disgusting. Anyhow, Katie and I got into the building and saw her yet again. She was waiting by the elevator in the building. WTF? Why did she run her fat ass the entire way there to just use the elevator? What is the difference of taking those extra 14 steps when you ran the entire length of the quad? But to make matters even worse, she was going down on the elevator. Holy crap. I have never seen such inconsistency in a person in a matter of 45 seconds or so. Weird.
Current mood: full
Current music: see below
Current mood: full
Current music: see below
Be ready for some incongruencies I saw in the human race today. Also note my nosebleed counter. -->
Damn thing is skyrocketing.
Damn thing is skyrocketing.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
What is the deal with hip-hop songs having Alvin and the Chipmunks singing back-up? A lot of songs are using little kids or stupid synthesized voices to sing back-up. Since when did Alvin become popular again? Anyone else think that popular songs have gone down the toilet lately?
What the hell is krunk? Crunk? Whatever…..I don’t understand what the hell it is, yet almost every hip-hop song involves it. I would love for someone to explain the origins of the word as well as its meaning.
Also, why does every popular song have to be “Artist Featuring Artist Number 2?” No one seems to be able to sing a song by themselves. Every artist tries to use another’s popularity to boost the success of their new song.
Katie and I drove to Idaho Falls tonight for dinner. It was a 45 minute drive. Anyhow, on the way there, I saw a cop in the median about a mile off. I began slowing down by letting off the gas when I was about ¼ mile or less away. I slowed down to 70 mph, which was the speed limit through there. Another car was behind me. They started riding my ass. Once I passed the cop, the car swerved around me and the three girls/women inside it stared at me and cussed me out. What the hell? Why were they cussing me out when all I did was slow down to save them a ticket? It was nice of me to slow down to make them not get a ticket. Bitches. So Katie and I passed them, Katie waved and I waved as well, but my wave was a tad different. Katie gave them a true and honest wave…..mine was a one-fingered stationary wave.
And my final rant today is about Mormons. I really cannot deal with them anymore. Katie and I were going to Idaho Falls to eat dinner at the BBQ Pit. Well, the directions to get there were wrong and it did not exist where Mapquest (which is not very helpful) said it was. So we drove around lost for awhile and couldn’t find shit because the fucking Mormons refuse to put street signs up anywhere. We did find another barbecue place and then we found out that Mormons must run it, because the place was closed. I hate that everything is closed in Pocatello and now Idaho Falls closes down on Sundays now. Grrrr……so frustrating.
I have only 2 weeks left with Katie, which sucks butt. I will miss her during the summer. Sadness. I guess it’s good, since it keeps our relationship fresh when we are back together at the end of summer. But hell, it still sucks to leave her.
Current mood: fine
Current noise: (see below)
What the hell is krunk? Crunk? Whatever…..I don’t understand what the hell it is, yet almost every hip-hop song involves it. I would love for someone to explain the origins of the word as well as its meaning.
Also, why does every popular song have to be “Artist Featuring Artist Number 2?” No one seems to be able to sing a song by themselves. Every artist tries to use another’s popularity to boost the success of their new song.
Katie and I drove to Idaho Falls tonight for dinner. It was a 45 minute drive. Anyhow, on the way there, I saw a cop in the median about a mile off. I began slowing down by letting off the gas when I was about ¼ mile or less away. I slowed down to 70 mph, which was the speed limit through there. Another car was behind me. They started riding my ass. Once I passed the cop, the car swerved around me and the three girls/women inside it stared at me and cussed me out. What the hell? Why were they cussing me out when all I did was slow down to save them a ticket? It was nice of me to slow down to make them not get a ticket. Bitches. So Katie and I passed them, Katie waved and I waved as well, but my wave was a tad different. Katie gave them a true and honest wave…..mine was a one-fingered stationary wave.
And my final rant today is about Mormons. I really cannot deal with them anymore. Katie and I were going to Idaho Falls to eat dinner at the BBQ Pit. Well, the directions to get there were wrong and it did not exist where Mapquest (which is not very helpful) said it was. So we drove around lost for awhile and couldn’t find shit because the fucking Mormons refuse to put street signs up anywhere. We did find another barbecue place and then we found out that Mormons must run it, because the place was closed. I hate that everything is closed in Pocatello and now Idaho Falls closes down on Sundays now. Grrrr……so frustrating.
I have only 2 weeks left with Katie, which sucks butt. I will miss her during the summer. Sadness. I guess it’s good, since it keeps our relationship fresh when we are back together at the end of summer. But hell, it still sucks to leave her.
Current mood: fine
Current noise: (see below)
