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Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Joy to the World is right, biatch. I got myself saved today. Damn straight. Those Mormons must be praying for my everlasting soul right now. Haha.
I was walking back from the autoshop in town where I had Katie's car towed (yes, her car died again). I was minding my own business and just strolling along when I was beset by two men in black trenchcoats. And they even had nametags. No, these were not henchmen. They were God's messengers, come to tell me the Good Word of the Lord and Savior Jebus. I could not escape from them, so I stood my ground and braced for the worst.
They introduced themselves and they waited for me to do the same. I was trying to escape still, so I hesitated on telling them it. It was silent for a second and then I indulged. Wrong move right there.....never give them a chance. After I said Rico, I got a flurry of questions. I had to restrain myself from dropping the f-bomb (oh, how I really wanted to....it was on the tip of my tongue about 12 times.....I just wanted to use it for shock value).
Anyhow, the conversation eventually came to the holidays. They asked what my favorite part of Christmas was. I had the urge to say I'm Jewish and you offend me, but I didn't. LOL. Anyways, I said presents, food, and family. They were somewhat taken aback I didn't mention Jebus. So then they proceeded to lecture me about Jebus and his great qualities. *Gag*
I thought they were about done, but then they said that I should pray because God answers prayers. This caught my attention, sicne I suspected something fucking hilarious coming next. And I was not disappointed. They said that God had answered theirs and told them to go out on their mission. Bullshit. Pure unadulterated bullshit. Maybe their cult leaders and brainwashed minds told them to go out and spread the disease, but I seriously doubt whether God sat down and had a little chat with them. Haha.
They handed me the little paper thing I took pictures of below and then left. Finally. God. Took about 15 minutes to be rid of those bastards. I seriously don't think God wants his word smeared around by a bunch of fucking DVD's, papers, and cultish missionaries. I'm sorry, I just don't see religion there. I see a cult, and perhaps a business. But not a religion.
So I guess my soul is saved because those missionaries probably are praying their sweet asses off for me right now. Joy to the World biatches!
I was walking back from the autoshop in town where I had Katie's car towed (yes, her car died again). I was minding my own business and just strolling along when I was beset by two men in black trenchcoats. And they even had nametags. No, these were not henchmen. They were God's messengers, come to tell me the Good Word of the Lord and Savior Jebus. I could not escape from them, so I stood my ground and braced for the worst.
They introduced themselves and they waited for me to do the same. I was trying to escape still, so I hesitated on telling them it. It was silent for a second and then I indulged. Wrong move right there.....never give them a chance. After I said Rico, I got a flurry of questions. I had to restrain myself from dropping the f-bomb (oh, how I really wanted to....it was on the tip of my tongue about 12 times.....I just wanted to use it for shock value).
Anyhow, the conversation eventually came to the holidays. They asked what my favorite part of Christmas was. I had the urge to say I'm Jewish and you offend me, but I didn't. LOL. Anyways, I said presents, food, and family. They were somewhat taken aback I didn't mention Jebus. So then they proceeded to lecture me about Jebus and his great qualities. *Gag*
I thought they were about done, but then they said that I should pray because God answers prayers. This caught my attention, sicne I suspected something fucking hilarious coming next. And I was not disappointed. They said that God had answered theirs and told them to go out on their mission. Bullshit. Pure unadulterated bullshit. Maybe their cult leaders and brainwashed minds told them to go out and spread the disease, but I seriously doubt whether God sat down and had a little chat with them. Haha.
They handed me the little paper thing I took pictures of below and then left. Finally. God. Took about 15 minutes to be rid of those bastards. I seriously don't think God wants his word smeared around by a bunch of fucking DVD's, papers, and cultish missionaries. I'm sorry, I just don't see religion there. I see a cult, and perhaps a business. But not a religion.
So I guess my soul is saved because those missionaries probably are praying their sweet asses off for me right now. Joy to the World biatches!
Monday, November 29, 2004
Holy crap, look at that temperature--->
That's pretty damn cold (it feels like 5 degrees right now, as I type this).
Ah crap, I am tired. Bed time now. Out.
That's pretty damn cold (it feels like 5 degrees right now, as I type this).
Ah crap, I am tired. Bed time now. Out.
Sunday, November 28, 2004
I added 11 pictures below from the last week. We'll start from the beginning.
The "Sunrise from the Air" picture was taken from the air (no shit! lol) on the way from Pocatello to Salt Lake City. I thought it was a pretty cool sunrise, but the camera didn't see it as well as I did. The picture shown is the best shot.
The second picture ("Circle Rainbow in the Clouds") was something odd I saw during the flight from Salt Lake City to Ontario. Weird rainbow thing....never seen one in a circle before.
The next three pictures are self-explanatory (the "Black and White Clouds," "Big Bear Lake from the Air," and "Sunset from my Driveway"), but I suggest that you click on each one for the full effect. Actually, you should probably click on each one of the 11 pics, but that's up to up.
I guess I brought the snow from Idaho to California last week. It snowed as soon as I was home and this is the hills with the "R" for Redlands on it. Click on the pic.
I threw in a picture of "Marigolds" for no reason. Mneh. Enjoy my boredom.
The next three pictures show more snow pictures, and I'd like to say that the Yucaipa one was taken while driving. Damn good picture for driving 55 mph. LOL. And the PGA one is neat, the contrast with the green grass and snowy mountains. I'm a dork. Oh well.
The last two pictures were taken today, one on the plane on the way to Salt Lake City from Ontario and the other is of my truck under 3-4 inches of snow. Ugh. I had to find my scraper in my truck before I could drive anywhere.
Now for a summary of the shit-filled day. My flight into Salt Lake City was fine, but the flight out was delayed 3 hours due to weather. Goddamnit. I hate that. I know it's not the airline's fault, but it still sucked. On the bright side, I swear to God that I saw Mark O'Meara in the airport at SLC. If you don't know who he is, he's a professional golfer that has won a couple majors and was hot shit a few years back. I thought it was kind of neat. I flew to Pocatello after that, and that flight was uneventful (thankfully). And then I drove to ISU (stopping at Wal-Mart for sandbags first) in the snow, which was a little spooky, since they hadn't cleared the freeways. Ugh. And then I get to ISU to find out that the bracelet (that I ordered for the one-year anniversary thing for Katie) hadn't gotten here yet (I had to send it back because they sent the wrong size- I ordered one and my order got changed and the wrong size was sent). So that sucked. And when I went back out to my truck to get something I forgot, I found two friends tagging my truck with window paint. I guess it's all fair though, since we got their car earlier in the year. :P
Oh well. Enjoy the pics and I'm going to bed now. See you tomorrow Katie (and Alex and all the rest too).
Out.
The "Sunrise from the Air" picture was taken from the air (no shit! lol) on the way from Pocatello to Salt Lake City. I thought it was a pretty cool sunrise, but the camera didn't see it as well as I did. The picture shown is the best shot.
The second picture ("Circle Rainbow in the Clouds") was something odd I saw during the flight from Salt Lake City to Ontario. Weird rainbow thing....never seen one in a circle before.
The next three pictures are self-explanatory (the "Black and White Clouds," "Big Bear Lake from the Air," and "Sunset from my Driveway"), but I suggest that you click on each one for the full effect. Actually, you should probably click on each one of the 11 pics, but that's up to up.
I guess I brought the snow from Idaho to California last week. It snowed as soon as I was home and this is the hills with the "R" for Redlands on it. Click on the pic.
I threw in a picture of "Marigolds" for no reason. Mneh. Enjoy my boredom.
The next three pictures show more snow pictures, and I'd like to say that the Yucaipa one was taken while driving. Damn good picture for driving 55 mph. LOL. And the PGA one is neat, the contrast with the green grass and snowy mountains. I'm a dork. Oh well.
The last two pictures were taken today, one on the plane on the way to Salt Lake City from Ontario and the other is of my truck under 3-4 inches of snow. Ugh. I had to find my scraper in my truck before I could drive anywhere.
Now for a summary of the shit-filled day. My flight into Salt Lake City was fine, but the flight out was delayed 3 hours due to weather. Goddamnit. I hate that. I know it's not the airline's fault, but it still sucked. On the bright side, I swear to God that I saw Mark O'Meara in the airport at SLC. If you don't know who he is, he's a professional golfer that has won a couple majors and was hot shit a few years back. I thought it was kind of neat. I flew to Pocatello after that, and that flight was uneventful (thankfully). And then I drove to ISU (stopping at Wal-Mart for sandbags first) in the snow, which was a little spooky, since they hadn't cleared the freeways. Ugh. And then I get to ISU to find out that the bracelet (that I ordered for the one-year anniversary thing for Katie) hadn't gotten here yet (I had to send it back because they sent the wrong size- I ordered one and my order got changed and the wrong size was sent). So that sucked. And when I went back out to my truck to get something I forgot, I found two friends tagging my truck with window paint. I guess it's all fair though, since we got their car earlier in the year. :P
Oh well. Enjoy the pics and I'm going to bed now. See you tomorrow Katie (and Alex and all the rest too).
Out.
Thursday, November 25, 2004
Jeremiah Freed
"Can't Live"
"Drip drop sinking pulls me away,
What I thought I knew gets hard to say
I always thought you'd won, but you never finished.
It's been up to me since the beginning.
And I think in time I'll move ahead,
It sticks in my mind all that you're saying, everything you're saying.
I cannot live like this anymore,
Wanted my whole damn life,
Like they did like before,
And I'm tired...
I cannot think
I cannot breath
I cannot dream
I cannot pull the thoughts from my mind."
Well, if you're not confused yet by this post, you should be. That is a song from a CD I ordered from CDNOW.com for 1 cent. Turned out to be a good purchase too (at least I think so anyways).
But I'm not just posting that song for no reason. I don't usually post stuff that has no meaning or no significance to me. I don't post stuff if I don't care about it or don't find it funny. So that song is there for a reason:
Everyone here knows about my high school experience with girls...and everyone knows the slow-motion train wreck I rode to the end of senior year. That train wreck would be the Mormon that I wasted two years of affection on. The song above depicts the singer in a struggle with something akin to what I felt. Actually, the song is very apt in describing what I felt about Jennifer Bowman. But as the trite saying goes, time heals all wounds.
Since senior year and junior year, I've carried a scar in me. I know that it's been a long time since then, but it's been there. Sometimes it has felt fresh and like it was rendered recently and other times it felt a lifetime away. It's been gradually fading away, especially since I met Katie. But something has always been there, always been hurting. I don't know how to explain it or why it even matters now, but I want to try to explain what I feel right now. This might help get the last 4 years or so of my life off my shoulders for the world to see.
Last year, at this time, or during Christmas break (or any other other break), it felt like an invisible hand just press me down when I came into Redlands, because Redlands reminded me of her. This is the first break when I can honestly say that I can think of her without being angry or depressed. That lightens my spirits alone, the thought that I am totally over her. I'm over the suffering that she caused, whether it was intentional or unintentional. I don't know if she did what she did on purpose (I doubt it), but she probably did without realizing the pain it would cause me.
I don't know how I came to this conclusion. It's not like I did a bunch of soul-searching and brain-wracking, but I could sure tell a difference in me. And it's not like I have forgiven her; oh no, quite the contrary, she's still on my shit list. It just so happens that I don't care anymore. I'm not being callous and cold-hearted; I still have tender parts for those people that care about me in return.
I saw her mom the other day.....I guess that's probably what started my thoughts down this line. I started thinking about her and the Homecoming that we went to. That reminded me of good high school moments, and then I eventually proceeded to the heartbreak times. Those were bad, but for the first time ever, I didn't get all melancholy reminiscing about it. I flipped through the yearbooks and read all the signatures and such. It was a nice trip down Memory Lane. I have done it before, just to remind myself of the people in high school, whether they were assholes or not. Instead of getting all pissed off at the hypocritical nature of Bowman's entries, I just read them for what they were. Words. Signatures. Face value, nothing more. They meant nothing to me.
You all are probably bored by now. That's OK. It helped me, I think. I mean, it's not like I found a "new" Rico, but what I did find was a healed heart, one that is definitely still capable of caring and loving and being cared for in return.
Katie: I can't imagine what the hell would have happened to me if you had never come into my life. I assume that time would have healed all the wounds eventually, but damn, you sped it up and showed me what caring and love should feel like. I don't know how to thank you enough. I couldn't be happier with you than I am right now and you make me feel complete, filling any holes that she left. But you aren't the repair-girl, you're so much more than she could have ever been. Thank you.
"Can't Live"
"Drip drop sinking pulls me away,
What I thought I knew gets hard to say
I always thought you'd won, but you never finished.
It's been up to me since the beginning.
And I think in time I'll move ahead,
It sticks in my mind all that you're saying, everything you're saying.
I cannot live like this anymore,
Wanted my whole damn life,
Like they did like before,
And I'm tired...
I cannot think
I cannot breath
I cannot dream
I cannot pull the thoughts from my mind."
Well, if you're not confused yet by this post, you should be. That is a song from a CD I ordered from CDNOW.com for 1 cent. Turned out to be a good purchase too (at least I think so anyways).
But I'm not just posting that song for no reason. I don't usually post stuff that has no meaning or no significance to me. I don't post stuff if I don't care about it or don't find it funny. So that song is there for a reason:
Everyone here knows about my high school experience with girls...and everyone knows the slow-motion train wreck I rode to the end of senior year. That train wreck would be the Mormon that I wasted two years of affection on. The song above depicts the singer in a struggle with something akin to what I felt. Actually, the song is very apt in describing what I felt about Jennifer Bowman. But as the trite saying goes, time heals all wounds.
Since senior year and junior year, I've carried a scar in me. I know that it's been a long time since then, but it's been there. Sometimes it has felt fresh and like it was rendered recently and other times it felt a lifetime away. It's been gradually fading away, especially since I met Katie. But something has always been there, always been hurting. I don't know how to explain it or why it even matters now, but I want to try to explain what I feel right now. This might help get the last 4 years or so of my life off my shoulders for the world to see.
Last year, at this time, or during Christmas break (or any other other break), it felt like an invisible hand just press me down when I came into Redlands, because Redlands reminded me of her. This is the first break when I can honestly say that I can think of her without being angry or depressed. That lightens my spirits alone, the thought that I am totally over her. I'm over the suffering that she caused, whether it was intentional or unintentional. I don't know if she did what she did on purpose (I doubt it), but she probably did without realizing the pain it would cause me.
I don't know how I came to this conclusion. It's not like I did a bunch of soul-searching and brain-wracking, but I could sure tell a difference in me. And it's not like I have forgiven her; oh no, quite the contrary, she's still on my shit list. It just so happens that I don't care anymore. I'm not being callous and cold-hearted; I still have tender parts for those people that care about me in return.
I saw her mom the other day.....I guess that's probably what started my thoughts down this line. I started thinking about her and the Homecoming that we went to. That reminded me of good high school moments, and then I eventually proceeded to the heartbreak times. Those were bad, but for the first time ever, I didn't get all melancholy reminiscing about it. I flipped through the yearbooks and read all the signatures and such. It was a nice trip down Memory Lane. I have done it before, just to remind myself of the people in high school, whether they were assholes or not. Instead of getting all pissed off at the hypocritical nature of Bowman's entries, I just read them for what they were. Words. Signatures. Face value, nothing more. They meant nothing to me.
You all are probably bored by now. That's OK. It helped me, I think. I mean, it's not like I found a "new" Rico, but what I did find was a healed heart, one that is definitely still capable of caring and loving and being cared for in return.
Katie: I can't imagine what the hell would have happened to me if you had never come into my life. I assume that time would have healed all the wounds eventually, but damn, you sped it up and showed me what caring and love should feel like. I don't know how to thank you enough. I couldn't be happier with you than I am right now and you make me feel complete, filling any holes that she left. But you aren't the repair-girl, you're so much more than she could have ever been. Thank you.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
It has been an odd day. Not exceedingly odd, but somewhat noteworthy. I feel like I am going through the "royal sampler" of a day, in that I'm doing a little of everything today. I called Katie this morning and we had a long chat. I thought it was nice, and I thought talking to her last night online for a few hours was fun too. But I am a dork and I like that kind of thing. Anyways, that wasn't odd, I suppose. More nice than odd. But then I had to start baking. I made chocolate chip cookies, which turned out yummy by the way. Between batches of cookies, I played Super Mario for the old Nintendo. Yay. That's a fun game, takes me way back. I liked jumping on those little shithead tutrles. And I have to make a pumpkin pie later today. But between those two tasks, I picked lemons. OK, if you have ever picked lemons, you know my pain all too well. It sucks butt. You get scratched up from the thorns (long, pointy mo-fo's) and the branches swat you. Ugh. Plus, the trees were overloaded and I picked hundreds. Talk about monotonous. Blah. And later today, I will be hitting golf balls and studying Microbiology. But to top the day off, my mom is playing Mannheim Steamroller right now. Their Christmas album. What the crap? Does the entire world just overlook Thanksgiving? Bah. I hate that. and I mixed cultures today too, when I went and ate at Panda Bowl.
See? Like I said, today is my "royal sampler" day. Anyways.
Out.
See? Like I said, today is my "royal sampler" day. Anyways.
Out.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Bah. My return to the golfing world was not nearly as triumphant as I had hoped. I guess three months off can do that for you, but still, I expect perfection.....too bad I received semi-shitty. Frustrating day in all. Not only did I suck ass, but it was a hard course (Black Gold in Yorba Linda- I don't advise playing there- kind of a shitty course for the money). And I had to play with King Dickhead. We'll call him that because I have a headache and can't be any more creative than that. He was an ass to his wife, telling her to clean her clubs after every shot. She showed him one club that wasn't dirtied by a shot, and he got all hostile and took the club from her and scrubbed it. Asshole. He shouted at her how to fix her swing (which was probably better than his), he told her she sucked at reading putts (he had no joking tone in his voice either), and he was a dick in general to everyone. Besides being rude to his own wife, King Dickhead also contradicted whatever my dad and I said. And he played the tips (the farthest back tees) when he should have been playing the tees in front of me and my dad. God, what a fucking arsehole! I wanted to beat him with my sandwedge after 3 holes. It didn't get any better throughout the day either.
And now I am tired, have a headache, and want to go to sleep. And it's 5:50 PM. Bah.
Out.
And now I am tired, have a headache, and want to go to sleep. And it's 5:50 PM. Bah.
Out.
Monday, November 22, 2004
Seriously, I needed a computer chip for a stupid person today, so that I could implant it in their brain for them to be less retarded. I went out to PGA to practice golf and I was one of 5 cars in the parking lot. No one was around at all. Not surprising considering the amount of rain and snow that PGA got the other day, but it was free of snow when I got there today. Anyhow, I got my bag and my shag-bag of practice balls out and went to work on the practice chipping/putting greens. After I had been there about 1 hour, some other guy comes down to the putting green area from the parking lot. He looks around, ponders, looks around some more, scratches his head, and then proceeds to shout at me "Is it closed?"
Well, I had several smart-ass replies run through my head:
1) No dipshit, they just have such a shitty facility that no one wants to use it (nicest facility for golf around actually)
2) How the hell did you get past security? You aren't supposed to be here!
3) No, the closed cart barn and locked doors on the pro shop mean that it's open.
4) Well shit, it's soooo busy that I think it must be open.
5) They had to turn everyone away because too many people wanted to play today.
6) No, they are open, but charge $1,000,000 for one round of golf, so everyone left.
7) Hell yeah, the party's in back, behind the shitters!
8) (my favorite) You're fucking dumb sir. *followed by shaking of the head*
But I was polite and just said "I believe so." God, he deserved one of those smart-ass answers. Oh well.
Did anyone else see the thing on the news about the video game featuring JFK's assassination? That's fucking sick and demented. You are a shooter that has to take out JFK and a headshot is more points, I guess. Hitting his wife yields no points. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE? How could the makers of this game even think of this shit in good conscience?!?!?! Now, I think violent video games don't do that much to warp kids' minds, but Jesus Christ, you have to draw the line somewhere. JFK's assassination is similar to 9-11 in that it's a fucking national tragedy. Hopefully, there won't be any video games about flying planes into buildings. I just seriously cannot believe that someone would make a game where you shoot JFK. And the creator of the game even had the gall to say that he has respect for the Kennedy family....but he obviously doesn't. God. That is just disgusting and I hope the creator rots in Hell.
I guess I screwed up on some of my CDNOW.com ordering and had some of the CD's sent to my house, since I have a few to listen to (left all my others in Pocatello, couldn't fit them into my luggage). I definitely have a favorite out of the CD's I bought. Here's one of the songs on the CD (I think it's funny in parts):
Seven and the Sun
"Jump (the Velvet Rope)"
"Some people get lucky
Born with a silver spoon
Other people got to work real hard
A whole life of paying dues
One man got a big old house
Fast car and swimming pool
Another man got a big old wife
Ten kids and one bathroom
Sometimes
We're just stuck
Behind The velvet rope
You gotta jump up so high
Jump up jump over the rope
You gotta jump up so high
Jump up jump the rope
Some people get lucky
Take a chance to strike it rich
Other people wll they bet it all lose
Ain't life a bitch
One man's on the guest list
Arrives in a limousine
Another man got to stand on line
Outside in the pouring rain
We got the world on a string
Wrapped around our fingers
We got everything we need
We don't need a thing
There ain't no rope that can hold us
Nothing keeps us down
There ain't a rope that can bind us
We're gonna jump up off the ground."
Out.
Well, I had several smart-ass replies run through my head:
1) No dipshit, they just have such a shitty facility that no one wants to use it (nicest facility for golf around actually)
2) How the hell did you get past security? You aren't supposed to be here!
3) No, the closed cart barn and locked doors on the pro shop mean that it's open.
4) Well shit, it's soooo busy that I think it must be open.
5) They had to turn everyone away because too many people wanted to play today.
6) No, they are open, but charge $1,000,000 for one round of golf, so everyone left.
7) Hell yeah, the party's in back, behind the shitters!
8) (my favorite) You're fucking dumb sir. *followed by shaking of the head*
But I was polite and just said "I believe so." God, he deserved one of those smart-ass answers. Oh well.
Did anyone else see the thing on the news about the video game featuring JFK's assassination? That's fucking sick and demented. You are a shooter that has to take out JFK and a headshot is more points, I guess. Hitting his wife yields no points. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE? How could the makers of this game even think of this shit in good conscience?!?!?! Now, I think violent video games don't do that much to warp kids' minds, but Jesus Christ, you have to draw the line somewhere. JFK's assassination is similar to 9-11 in that it's a fucking national tragedy. Hopefully, there won't be any video games about flying planes into buildings. I just seriously cannot believe that someone would make a game where you shoot JFK. And the creator of the game even had the gall to say that he has respect for the Kennedy family....but he obviously doesn't. God. That is just disgusting and I hope the creator rots in Hell.
I guess I screwed up on some of my CDNOW.com ordering and had some of the CD's sent to my house, since I have a few to listen to (left all my others in Pocatello, couldn't fit them into my luggage). I definitely have a favorite out of the CD's I bought. Here's one of the songs on the CD (I think it's funny in parts):
Seven and the Sun
"Jump (the Velvet Rope)"
"Some people get lucky
Born with a silver spoon
Other people got to work real hard
A whole life of paying dues
One man got a big old house
Fast car and swimming pool
Another man got a big old wife
Ten kids and one bathroom
Sometimes
We're just stuck
Behind The velvet rope
You gotta jump up so high
Jump up jump over the rope
You gotta jump up so high
Jump up jump the rope
Some people get lucky
Take a chance to strike it rich
Other people wll they bet it all lose
Ain't life a bitch
One man's on the guest list
Arrives in a limousine
Another man got to stand on line
Outside in the pouring rain
We got the world on a string
Wrapped around our fingers
We got everything we need
We don't need a thing
There ain't no rope that can hold us
Nothing keeps us down
There ain't a rope that can bind us
We're gonna jump up off the ground."
Out.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
Snow in Southern California? Yup. It snowed last night in the foothills around Redlands. Not at my house, but within a mile or two. It rained all damn night here, which was cool to sleep to. But it sucks for golf, since the couse that my dad, uncle, and I were going to play is now closed. Crappy. Oh well. I guess I brought the shitty weather with me, since it was snowing when I left Pocatello. It wasn't snowing when I got into Salt Lake, but it was when I left. And now it's snowing here. Ugh.
Mmm.....looking forward to Thanksgiving. We're having it at my house (that's a first, I think). So for once, I don't have to drive to Ventura or Rialto for it. I can just relax in the comfort of my own home.
Out.
Mmm.....looking forward to Thanksgiving. We're having it at my house (that's a first, I think). So for once, I don't have to drive to Ventura or Rialto for it. I can just relax in the comfort of my own home.
Out.
Saturday, November 20, 2004
My mom got an email from a friend with this link (below) in it. Click on the coin slot to put money in the cafe machine, then click on a flavor, then the cup. Haha.
http://www.cartoline.it/pics/_zoom_flash.htm?immagine=scherzi_150404_01.swf
My family and I went to the Mug in Rialto for dinner tonight. It was great. Mmmm. Yummy. I love that dump. But that area has gone to shit. Absolute shit. God. There are more bullet holes in the windows of the restaurant, all the neighboring businesses and houses are boarded up, probably with bums and rats living in both. And to top all that goodness off, we saw two police cars and one ambulance go blaring by the restaurant, only to pull in somewhere about a block down the street from the Mug. Scary shit. Don't even want to think about what happened so close to where my family and I were.
This link below shows some pure bullshit. I cannot seriously believe that people want to outlaw dodgeball in school. WTF? Just because your kid is a fat, spastic, gay loser, it doesn't mean that everyone else in school can't play dodgeball. Get off your high horse and smell your own shit once in awhile. Anyways, that's my rant for the day. I realize a girl broke her arm, but that could happen when she walks to class too. So no excuses. Survival of the fittest, bitch!
http://aolsvc.news.aol.com/news/article.adp?id=20041120031809990005
Out.
http://www.cartoline.it/pics/_zoom_flash.htm?immagine=scherzi_150404_01.swf
My family and I went to the Mug in Rialto for dinner tonight. It was great. Mmmm. Yummy. I love that dump. But that area has gone to shit. Absolute shit. God. There are more bullet holes in the windows of the restaurant, all the neighboring businesses and houses are boarded up, probably with bums and rats living in both. And to top all that goodness off, we saw two police cars and one ambulance go blaring by the restaurant, only to pull in somewhere about a block down the street from the Mug. Scary shit. Don't even want to think about what happened so close to where my family and I were.
| What makes you laugh? | My uncle, my dad, Katie, Ben Stiller, and Comedy Central |
| Who is your hero? | My grandfather |
| Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours? | I guess Katie? I don't know though, because she likes to fidget. Hmmm....that makes me think. That's a hard question. I don't know if anyone could stand me that long. |
| How many pairs of shoes do you own? | Including golf shoes- 5, including houseshoes- 8 |
| Seriously... Where does the other sock end up? | In sock hell.....or heaven....or neither if you don't believe in that shit. |
| Who do you blame for your mood today? | Myself. I love myself and am in a great mood for it. |
| If the Internet were sex... I would | spend all day on it. That's what I'm supposed to say, right? I think it would get old though, just the Internet does. |
| Have you ever seen a dead body? | 5 actually. Thanks to A&P lab. Fun shit. |
| What is something scientists need to invent? | A computer chip to insert into the brains of stupid people so that they will be less stupid. |
| What should we do with stupid people? | Holy crap. I answered this question in the last one, without realizing that it would answer this one too. Cool |
| Have you ever broken a bone? | Yup. I broke my left arm snowboarding....and I think I broke my left ring finger playing volleyball. |
| Do you watch local news? Why? | No. Lame-ass. |
| What happens after you die? | You rot and smell, I suppose. Although those preserving chemicals might help with that. |
| How big is your bed? Big enough? | My bed at home is big enough for two. I know that. The one in my dorm really isn't, except that I pushed two together, so now it is. |
| How long do you think you will live? | Until I die. That's a dumb question. |
This link below shows some pure bullshit. I cannot seriously believe that people want to outlaw dodgeball in school. WTF? Just because your kid is a fat, spastic, gay loser, it doesn't mean that everyone else in school can't play dodgeball. Get off your high horse and smell your own shit once in awhile. Anyways, that's my rant for the day. I realize a girl broke her arm, but that could happen when she walks to class too. So no excuses. Survival of the fittest, bitch!
http://aolsvc.news.aol.com/news/article.adp?id=20041120031809990005
Out.
Well, you guys probably don't care, but here's the play-by-play of the last day:
On Friday night, I went to bed early (10:00 PM) after packing all my clothes, clubs, and bathroom effects into my golf club carrier because I am stupid and left my suitcase in Redlands. That damn carrier weighed about 1,000 pounds when I was done packing.
I got up at 5:00AM or so this morning to go to the Pocatello airport. And what do I see when I walk out to my truck in the morning? Snow. It was fucking snowing in Pocatello this morning. And it was about 15 degrees. Shitty weather.....kind of reminds me of when I flew out of Pocatello last year for Thanksgiving. Anyways, they had to de-ice the plane and all, then we took off. I got to see the sunrise from the air, which was pretty damn cool, I must say. I took some pictures, but since my home computer is soooo goddamn slow, I will post them when I get back to Pocatello.
I got into Salt Lake and had to sit around for about 50 minutes. After boarding the plane, an old guy ends up in the seat next to me. You know those chatty old people that insist on telling you everything about themselves? Yeah, one of those old guys. I didn't really care though. I just made small talk....turns out he was a pretty nice old guy. Mainly since he shared my opinion of Mormons.....I believe he called them "blind followers of that damn cult." Haha. Highlight of my flight. So just for that funny comment (I didn't laugh during the flight, but I wanted to badly), I helped him find the baggage claim and his daughter. He hadn't flown in decades, so he was pretty clueless. So yeah, I helped out an old guy today. And I must say, it felt pretty good.
So my parents were going to take the freeway back to my house, but I had seen it from the air and saw a 10 mile backup. We ended up taking Foothill back from Ontario. Oh my fucking God. Please, can someone bomb that shithole street until it is a smoking crater? Talk about dumpy.....it looked like Hiroshima after the nuke......after a tornado destroyed the rumble.....then some fuckers tagged it with their gang names. Jesus. It was bad. But maybe I have just been blinded by the beauty of Idaho. I don't know which one it was, but it sure seemed worst than ever today. Ugh.
My parents were telling me stories of people they have to deal with at work. My mom said that she had a new student. The name on the folder was Rachel LaBrittany. My mom called her "Rachel" since the beginning of school, but it turns out that someone forgot the comma in her name on the folder, so that her name was actually LaBrittany Rachel. WTF? Way to take a completely normal name and fuck it up. Dumb people.
We stopped at the old FEDCO, which is now Fiesta Superstore or some shit like that. Guess who that store is supposed to appeal to? Hmmmmm........that's a toughie. LOL. My dad needed to buy some jalapeño tortillas from there, so that's the only reason we stopped in "Little Tijuana." And no, I'm not being racist. Don't be dense. LOL. It's just that this area of San Bernardino is dumpy and truly, honestly, really looks like Tijuana. Maybe worse than TJ.
Going out to dinner tonight to see all the relatives.
Out.
On Friday night, I went to bed early (10:00 PM) after packing all my clothes, clubs, and bathroom effects into my golf club carrier because I am stupid and left my suitcase in Redlands. That damn carrier weighed about 1,000 pounds when I was done packing.
I got up at 5:00AM or so this morning to go to the Pocatello airport. And what do I see when I walk out to my truck in the morning? Snow. It was fucking snowing in Pocatello this morning. And it was about 15 degrees. Shitty weather.....kind of reminds me of when I flew out of Pocatello last year for Thanksgiving. Anyways, they had to de-ice the plane and all, then we took off. I got to see the sunrise from the air, which was pretty damn cool, I must say. I took some pictures, but since my home computer is soooo goddamn slow, I will post them when I get back to Pocatello.
I got into Salt Lake and had to sit around for about 50 minutes. After boarding the plane, an old guy ends up in the seat next to me. You know those chatty old people that insist on telling you everything about themselves? Yeah, one of those old guys. I didn't really care though. I just made small talk....turns out he was a pretty nice old guy. Mainly since he shared my opinion of Mormons.....I believe he called them "blind followers of that damn cult." Haha. Highlight of my flight. So just for that funny comment (I didn't laugh during the flight, but I wanted to badly), I helped him find the baggage claim and his daughter. He hadn't flown in decades, so he was pretty clueless. So yeah, I helped out an old guy today. And I must say, it felt pretty good.
So my parents were going to take the freeway back to my house, but I had seen it from the air and saw a 10 mile backup. We ended up taking Foothill back from Ontario. Oh my fucking God. Please, can someone bomb that shithole street until it is a smoking crater? Talk about dumpy.....it looked like Hiroshima after the nuke......after a tornado destroyed the rumble.....then some fuckers tagged it with their gang names. Jesus. It was bad. But maybe I have just been blinded by the beauty of Idaho. I don't know which one it was, but it sure seemed worst than ever today. Ugh.
My parents were telling me stories of people they have to deal with at work. My mom said that she had a new student. The name on the folder was Rachel LaBrittany. My mom called her "Rachel" since the beginning of school, but it turns out that someone forgot the comma in her name on the folder, so that her name was actually LaBrittany Rachel. WTF? Way to take a completely normal name and fuck it up. Dumb people.
We stopped at the old FEDCO, which is now Fiesta Superstore or some shit like that. Guess who that store is supposed to appeal to? Hmmmmm........that's a toughie. LOL. My dad needed to buy some jalapeño tortillas from there, so that's the only reason we stopped in "Little Tijuana." And no, I'm not being racist. Don't be dense. LOL. It's just that this area of San Bernardino is dumpy and truly, honestly, really looks like Tijuana. Maybe worse than TJ.
Going out to dinner tonight to see all the relatives.
Out.
Friday, November 19, 2004
Katie and I had to meet with the Director of Housing this morning. He asked us if we knew anything about a petition going around, one that was trying to get better food in Turner Dinning Commons. Duh......yeah? I wrote it. So yes. Anyways, to make a long story short, it was not at all what we had expected. The guy said that people thought we didn't have the petition in its entirety when we went around and knocked on doors for signatures. Well did you see the 5 page paper that was accompanying the petition? You dumbshit people. I guess people complained that they were misinformed about the petition. Fuck off. You knew exactly what you signed. Why exactly are you complaining about better food? Doesn't make sense to me. Oh well. Some folks are just a little stupid.
Katie and I were waiting outside out English class for the previous class to end so that we could go in. We looked down the hall and a guy that looked normal was walking down the hall towards us. All of a sudden, this guy does a cartwheel. WTF? After that, he just walked into class like everything was normal and calm. Now seriously, what the hell? Who just does a cartwheel in the halls of the Liberal Arts building and then calmly walks into class like nothing happened? But the weirdest part of all was that he gave an encore performance. He came out of his classroom and did another one. Weird kid.
Once in English class, I had to turn in a paper. Which I cleverly forgot in my folder in my room. I was in class. The folder was in my room. Shitty. Ran all the way back to my room, ran back to class, turned it in, and then proceeded to walk out of class because it was so ghey. I can't believe that our teacher expects us to listen to these guys talk about T.S. Eliot's poetry (which sucks, by the way) in their incomprehensible accents. So we left.
I fell asleep in O-Chem yet again today. Damnit. But that wasn't the bad part. Nope. Not only did I fall asleep, but I also jerked awake. Everyone in class turned and looked at me. Shit. Now that's embarrassing.
Out.
Katie and I were waiting outside out English class for the previous class to end so that we could go in. We looked down the hall and a guy that looked normal was walking down the hall towards us. All of a sudden, this guy does a cartwheel. WTF? After that, he just walked into class like everything was normal and calm. Now seriously, what the hell? Who just does a cartwheel in the halls of the Liberal Arts building and then calmly walks into class like nothing happened? But the weirdest part of all was that he gave an encore performance. He came out of his classroom and did another one. Weird kid.
Once in English class, I had to turn in a paper. Which I cleverly forgot in my folder in my room. I was in class. The folder was in my room. Shitty. Ran all the way back to my room, ran back to class, turned it in, and then proceeded to walk out of class because it was so ghey. I can't believe that our teacher expects us to listen to these guys talk about T.S. Eliot's poetry (which sucks, by the way) in their incomprehensible accents. So we left.
I fell asleep in O-Chem yet again today. Damnit. But that wasn't the bad part. Nope. Not only did I fall asleep, but I also jerked awake. Everyone in class turned and looked at me. Shit. Now that's embarrassing.
| What is your name? | Rico Lynn Pelazini (yes, Lynn- shut up) |
| How old are you? | 19 |
| When is your Birthday? | September 22, 1985 |
| What is your zodiac sign? | Virgo |
| Where were you born? | St. Bernadine's Hospital, San Bernardino, CA |
| Where do you live now? | Pocatello, ID; and Redlands, CA |
| What color eyes do you have? | Shit brown |
| What color hair do you have? | Shit brown |
| How tall are you? | 5' 9" |
| How much do you weigh? (Be Honest Ladies) | 150 (wow!) |
| What is your race? | white as hell (I guess Italian?) |
| What is your worst fear? | dying in a fireball from a crashed plane |
| Do you smoke? | hell no |
| Do you drink? | not really |
| Do you cuss? | hell yes |
| Do you use drugs? | prescription- yes, illegal- NO |
| Have you ever or will you ever steal? | Nope |
| Are you dependable and/or trustworthy? | I guess so |
| Do you play in a band or play an instrument? | Yeah right. Me musically-talented. Nope |
| Do you have any tattoos and/or piercings? | You lose 10 IQ points for every hole/tattoo you impose on your body |
| If you had a favorite serial killer who would it be? | I don't know any really. |
| Do you suffer from depression disorder? | Nope. :) |
| If you had a choice about how you wanted to die what would it be? | see this link- http://www.lyricsondemand.com/e/everclearlyrics/iwanttodieabeautifuldeathlyrics.html |
| Have you ever tried to commit suicide? | god no |
| Have you ever purposely caused harm to yourself or someone else? | in third grade, when I had to beat a kid up |
| What subculture do you belong too? | Huh? |
| Are you evil? | Sometimes....... |
| Do you believe that you can be possesed? | nope |
| Are you a paranoid person? | not really.....except when I live in SoCal |
| Do you ever get jealous of somebody else? | yes |
| Are you obsessive and/or compulsive? | sometimes |
| Are you a violent person? | nope |
| Do you take your anger out on other people? | nope.....little white golf balls usually |
| Do you blame other people for your mistakes? | yep |
| What is your favorite game? | sports-wise: golf, cards: cribbage, board: I don't know |
| What is your favorite movie? | either The Ring, one of the Matrix movies, or something by Adam Sandler |
| Who is your favorite band? | Eve 6, Everclear, Diamond Rio, Blink 182, Jimmy Eat World, SR-71, and some others |
| What is your favorite song? | "What A Mess" by SR-71 or "Bring the Night On" Eve 6 or "Washin' + Wonderin'" by Stroke 9 |
| What kind of books and/or magazines do you read? | Dean Koontz, Michael Crichton, and Tom Clancy novels; magazines are dumb |
| What is your favorite color? | blue, green, or red |
| What is your favorite food? | Chinese |
| What is your favorite drink? | Orange juice |
| Do you own a pari of converse? | Hell no. |
| Do you own a pair of dickies? | Hell no |
| Would you ever kill yourself or someone else? | Nope. |
| Are you a virgin? | --- |
| Are you kinky? | --- |
| Do you like biting? | No.... |
| Do you masturbate? | Ahem....everyone has their flaws. |
| Do you watch pornography? | Ahem....everyone has their weaknesses too. |
| Have you ever dyed your hair an unusual color? | Nope. Always been shit brown. |
| Have you ever shaved your head in a socially unacceptable way? | No. |
| Are you hyper active person? | Only if I get a caffeine high. |
| Are you religious? | Yeah right. Ummm......NO!!!!!!! |
| Do you have any self inflicted scars? | Nope, not unless you count me being a spazz. |
| Does pain turn you on? | Eww no. |
| Do you stand for originality and creativity? | Sure, why not. |
| Do you like meeting new people? | Sure why not. |
| What do you like most about life? | Breathing each day. |
| What do you dislike most about life? | Having to get out of bed to go to class |
| Do you believe in love at first fright? | Fright? Nope. |
| Have you ever pierced a body part yourself? | See the answer way up there about piercings. |
| Have you ever had to beg for dinner money? | No..... |
| Do you own a car? | I guess I own my truck. |
| Have you been to jail, yet? | No, and no plans to go either. |
| Are your clothes held together with safety pins? | No. |
| Do you have actual scars from punk rock shows? | No |
| Have you ever vomit while making out? | No....the other person would have been scarred for life though, I'm sure. |
| Have you held a job for less than a day? | No. |
| Do you own more than two pair of jeans? | Yes. |
| Have you ever had to fuck stuff up for no good reason? | Does egging and TP-ing count? If so, then yes..... |
| Have you ever been kicked out of your parents house? | No |
| Have you ever been fired from your job because of your attitude? | Kinda hard to get fired if you don't have a job to start with...... |
| Does the world piss you off? | somedays.....YES |
Out.
Oh my God, I had the biggest burrito I have ever seen today. We went to this Mexican restaurant for Katie's birthday. Well, they have this burrito called a "one-foot burrito." I didn't think it was serious. Haha. Well I was wrong. It was a foot long, no doubt. I had it filled with chili colorado, so nit was pretty goos in addition to being huge. I think the dimensions were 12 inches x 6 inches x 2 inches. Holy shit. That's about 144 cubic inches of burrito. My lordy. Oh well. Needless to say, I did not finish it all there. I think I ate about 3/5 of it at the restaurant though. I am finishing now as I am typing. Yummy. So I did eat the whole burrito (just not at one sitting).
Katie and I both got phone calls from the Housing Office today. We have to go tomorrow to talk to the Director of Housing. Apparently, first amendment free speech and the right to petition don't include ISU. And I guess it was probably "inflammatory." Now, no one said these things to us, but we are surmising them from the fact that we got phone calls. So yeah, I guess I had better be ready to read the First Amendment to this guy. LOL. It's funny that I am a big conservative, yet I'm going to hide behind a liberal stronghold tomorrow. Hahaha. Oh well. Not all liberal things are bad- just some. ;)
1 more day of class. I can do it. Maybe I will even try to stay awake (yeah right). Oh well, we can all have our hopes.
Out.
Katie and I both got phone calls from the Housing Office today. We have to go tomorrow to talk to the Director of Housing. Apparently, first amendment free speech and the right to petition don't include ISU. And I guess it was probably "inflammatory." Now, no one said these things to us, but we are surmising them from the fact that we got phone calls. So yeah, I guess I had better be ready to read the First Amendment to this guy. LOL. It's funny that I am a big conservative, yet I'm going to hide behind a liberal stronghold tomorrow. Hahaha. Oh well. Not all liberal things are bad- just some. ;)
1 more day of class. I can do it. Maybe I will even try to stay awake (yeah right). Oh well, we can all have our hopes.
Out.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Psycho Kitten
We babysat Chloe last night and she was not in her right mind. She would run in a loop around my room, from the door to the bed to the window and then back to the door. Psycho. And then she would "meow" or cry at the door. When we opened the door, she would walk out into the hall and just stand there. She didn't even try to run. Weird cat. She kind of wanted to play, but if you touched her, she ran. Damn mercurial cats. Bah. So the picture above is of the little psycho as she is perched above my fridge.
"Lucky"
I drowned my girlfriend in her wishing well
I'm not afraid of afterlife hell
'Cause I live it everyday
I live it every day
I lit a fire on my neighbor's lawn
I didn't know to me they were were my pawns
'Cause I live it everyday
I live it every day
I know it's not considered right
The way I live my days and nights
I always thought I'd rather be considered lucky than good
I buy my porn off the internet
I get so much fucking junk mail...my only regret
'Cause I live it everyday
I live it every day
I know we don't think alike
Your always wrong I'm always right
Acting not so secretly
You wanna be just like me
That's an SR-71 song off the CD "Tomorrow." I think it's pretty funny.
Anyways, not much going on right now. I am exceedingly tired as I type this. I don't know why, I think I have been getting enough sleep. Does anyone else seem to have sleepy periods during the day? Mine always seem to occur at 11:00 AM and 1:00 or 1:30 PM. Hmmm.....maybe I'm just weird. Oh well.
Since I am going to be in town for a week, I think that we need to make some "runs." Ahem. Yes, those kind. The kind where we go out late at night, have some fun, and drive away really fast. One of those "runs." We did one here in Pocatello on a few cars, but I have to say that only one car turned out well. So that was a little disappointing. But it was windy that night, so that kind of brought down the quality of the job that we did. Anyways, that sounds like fun to me. I still remember the REV-RHS game at halftime. Hahaha. Good times.
Katie and I were bored one day and we looked up what dreams and things in dream mean. Some of it is pretty interesting and seems feasible. However, some of that shit is out there. I mean, just how the hell do they find this out? I'm sure the person having the dream has no clue what the dream means and that some of the symbols and stuff might just be there because nyou remember seeing it the previous day. So yeah. But it is kind of interesting, so here's the website.
http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/
So I have seen and felt a few things today that tell me winter is coming. The temperature is damn cold today. Not right now necessarily, but it was frickin' freezin' earlier. And the squirrels are fat. That means they're ready for winter. Crappy.
I drowned my girlfriend in her wishing well
I'm not afraid of afterlife hell
'Cause I live it everyday
I live it every day
I lit a fire on my neighbor's lawn
I didn't know to me they were were my pawns
'Cause I live it everyday
I live it every day
I know it's not considered right
The way I live my days and nights
I always thought I'd rather be considered lucky than good
I buy my porn off the internet
I get so much fucking junk mail...my only regret
'Cause I live it everyday
I live it every day
I know we don't think alike
Your always wrong I'm always right
Acting not so secretly
You wanna be just like me
That's an SR-71 song off the CD "Tomorrow." I think it's pretty funny.
Anyways, not much going on right now. I am exceedingly tired as I type this. I don't know why, I think I have been getting enough sleep. Does anyone else seem to have sleepy periods during the day? Mine always seem to occur at 11:00 AM and 1:00 or 1:30 PM. Hmmm.....maybe I'm just weird. Oh well.
Since I am going to be in town for a week, I think that we need to make some "runs." Ahem. Yes, those kind. The kind where we go out late at night, have some fun, and drive away really fast. One of those "runs." We did one here in Pocatello on a few cars, but I have to say that only one car turned out well. So that was a little disappointing. But it was windy that night, so that kind of brought down the quality of the job that we did. Anyways, that sounds like fun to me. I still remember the REV-RHS game at halftime. Hahaha. Good times.
Katie and I were bored one day and we looked up what dreams and things in dream mean. Some of it is pretty interesting and seems feasible. However, some of that shit is out there. I mean, just how the hell do they find this out? I'm sure the person having the dream has no clue what the dream means and that some of the symbols and stuff might just be there because nyou remember seeing it the previous day. So yeah. But it is kind of interesting, so here's the website.
http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/
So I have seen and felt a few things today that tell me winter is coming. The temperature is damn cold today. Not right now necessarily, but it was frickin' freezin' earlier. And the squirrels are fat. That means they're ready for winter. Crappy.
The Survey Where You Say The First Word That Comes To Mind. Yay. | |
Created by -ambiguous and taken 35589 times on bzoink! | |
| What comes to mind when you hear.. | |
| ..snow? | sledding |
| ..rain? | tranquility |
| ..tornado? | dangerous |
| ..summer love? | yay! |
| ..Jon? | Duran....sadly enough |
| ..Mike? | Conrad...family friend |
| ..Shea? | O'Sheas....Las Vegas.....Jesus Christ, that's sad |
| ..banana? | split |
| ..dizzy? | puke |
| ..Laura? | Whitehurst |
| ..Juan? | Oy! |
| ..car? | sports car |
| ..white? | snow |
| ..peppermint? | candy |
| ..New Found Glory? | yay! |
| ..placebo? | aspirin |
| ..orange juice? | favorite |
| ..candid camera? | shit |
| ..sister? | nope |
| ..brother? | nope |
| ..hate? | SCHOOL
|
| ..school? | HATE |
| ..President? | BUSH!!!!!!!!!!! |
| ..football? | superbowl |
| ..rap? | shitty |
| ..pop? | meh |
| ..rock? | ok |
| ..punk? | good |
| ..sex? | sure |
| ..death? | bad |
| ..baby? | screaming |
| ..duuude? | surfers |
| ..the end? | thankfully |
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
So Katie found Anna Nicole Smith's embarrassing AMA moments on the Internet. You can click the link below if you missed her at her finest on the AMA's.
http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2655657?ifilmp=99
I got my A & P test back today, and just like I had thought, I did really well on the first half. And got killed by the second half. B. Ugh. Wanted and needed an A there. Oh well. And I took my O-Chem test today too. Unprepared for that, I suppose. I knew the first half of the test (I see a pattern running in my test-taking lately) and I think I totally eff-ed up the second half. Bah.
I get to come home on Saturday. Hopefully, I will get to see some of you guys this break. You had better be in town and no lame-ass excuses. I am there Saturday to Saturday (20-27). My dad and I will be playing golf a few times, I'm sure. But other than that, my social schedule looks pretty free.
Nothing else going on, I guess. I don't lead a very exciting life. Meh. Oh well. Except for the awesome tattoo I got. I put a picture up below. Hope you like it!
Tattoo
http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2655657?ifilmp=99
I got my A & P test back today, and just like I had thought, I did really well on the first half. And got killed by the second half. B. Ugh. Wanted and needed an A there. Oh well. And I took my O-Chem test today too. Unprepared for that, I suppose. I knew the first half of the test (I see a pattern running in my test-taking lately) and I think I totally eff-ed up the second half. Bah.
I get to come home on Saturday. Hopefully, I will get to see some of you guys this break. You had better be in town and no lame-ass excuses. I am there Saturday to Saturday (20-27). My dad and I will be playing golf a few times, I'm sure. But other than that, my social schedule looks pretty free.
Nothing else going on, I guess. I don't lead a very exciting life. Meh. Oh well. Except for the awesome tattoo I got. I put a picture up below. Hope you like it!
Tattoo
Monday, November 15, 2004
So I am pissy this morning and I know exactly why. Bah. My English professor said (last week) that class this week would be short (10-15 minutes) and I went to class today, where she lectured for 43 minutes. Shit. That is not short. I hate that. I was really looking forward to it, since I cannot stand that class anyways. But no, nope, long class. Goddamnit. I had stuff to do too, like study for an O-Chem test and do BS work for other classes. But nope, here I am venting. :(
Out.
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Did anyone else watch the AMA's tonight? I never watch those award shows, since those actors or whatever they are currently awarding just get together and award one another for being great. I don't really give a damn. I do like to see some of the musical performances and such. And I must say, there were some of the worst performances I have ever seen. Rod Stewart needed to retire 20 years ago. He looked dead and sounded deader. Bon Jovi is no longer a sex god, OK? He's washed up. And Uncle Kracker looked like someone just poked him with a stick as he was sleeping under a freeway overpass. Thank God for Maroon 5 and Toby Keith and their performances. Jesus. And oh yeah, Snoop played my favorite song of his. "Drop It like It's Hot." No comment. But I do have to say the highlight of the evening was Anna Nicole Smith. "Do you like my body?" WTF? Who here thinks she was drunk? High? Drugged? Fucked up in the head? Some combination of all those? Maybe the TrimSpa has warped her pathetic little mind. Oh well, at least that provided some entertainment to the otherwise dry presenters.
And I have nothing else to post about. I finished my English paper. Yay!
Here are five pictures. Good luck figuring these bad boys out.
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And I have nothing else to post about. I finished my English paper. Yay!
Here are five pictures. Good luck figuring these bad boys out.
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Saturday, November 13, 2004
I should be writing my English paper, but I figure that the website below might help a little, so I probably won't need to scratch my head too hard over John Donne's poem.
http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/donne/section5.rhtml
Anyways, here's the song I am listening to and I like it mucho. lol.
Vertical Horizon
"Shackled"
Out.
http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/donne/section5.rhtml
Anyways, here's the song I am listening to and I like it mucho. lol.
Vertical Horizon
"Shackled"
For so long my life’s been sewn up tight inside your hold
And it leaves me there without a place to call my own
I know now what shadows can see
There’s no point in running ’less you run with me
It’s half the distance through the open door
Before you cut me down
Again
Let me introduce you to the end
And I feel the cold wind blowing beneath my wings
It always leads me back to suffering
But I will soar until the wind whips me down
Leaves me beaten on unholy ground again
So tired now of paying my dues
I start out strong but then I always lose
It’s half the distance before you leave me behind
It’s such a waste of time
Chorus
’cause my shackles
You won’t be
And my rapture
You won’t believe
And deep inside you will bleed for me
So here I slave inside of a broken dream
Forever holding on to splitting seams
So take your piece and leave me alone to die
I don’t need you to keep my faith alive
I know now what trouble can be
And why it follows me so easily
It’s half the distance through the open door
Before you shut me down
Again
Let me introduce you to the end
Chorus
Though you know you care
Chorus
And my laughter
You won’t hear
The faster
I disappear
And time will burn your eyes to tears
Out.