Its a black hole.
It sucks you in.
Its almost as bad as one of those roach motels except its not all sticky and you don't starve to death. You would have to be really retarded to starve to death because you don't want to leave your computer because you're sucked into tthe black hole that is wikipedia.
That is all...
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
the swing of things
Well I might not be the best to type on this subject but I for one am tired of people with uncontrollable arm swing. Arm swing. Its very annoying. Why must you swing your arms so.
So I'm walking down the street on an unusually narrow sidewalk and I try to pass up this woman but her arm swing is getting in my way. FIrst I should say that I walk faster then most people, just cause. Occasionally you might find me going with the flow of things but i usually walk slightly faster. So, anyway I can't pass this woman because of her outragous arm swing.
I'm thinking what is she trying to do, swat flies? She is not the only one that does this. In most cases its women but in a few rare cases its men.
I don't know why people swing their arm when they walk but we do. Its a natural occurrence. The over the top arm swing is one of mystery though. Its like they are scared of falling over or something. Maybe i should go around and tell people that they have too much arm swing. I would be all "hey your arm swing is disturbing the peace" or "hey that arm swing is out of bounds." It would be better if i could give them tickets. Can you imagine them trying to contest the ticket in court. ooh There could be a ticket issued for arm swing under the influence.
I swear they are gonna end up knocking a little kid out.
Because my mind is jumping,
That is all
So I'm walking down the street on an unusually narrow sidewalk and I try to pass up this woman but her arm swing is getting in my way. FIrst I should say that I walk faster then most people, just cause. Occasionally you might find me going with the flow of things but i usually walk slightly faster. So, anyway I can't pass this woman because of her outragous arm swing.
I'm thinking what is she trying to do, swat flies? She is not the only one that does this. In most cases its women but in a few rare cases its men.
I don't know why people swing their arm when they walk but we do. Its a natural occurrence. The over the top arm swing is one of mystery though. Its like they are scared of falling over or something. Maybe i should go around and tell people that they have too much arm swing. I would be all "hey your arm swing is disturbing the peace" or "hey that arm swing is out of bounds." It would be better if i could give them tickets. Can you imagine them trying to contest the ticket in court. ooh There could be a ticket issued for arm swing under the influence.
I swear they are gonna end up knocking a little kid out.
Because my mind is jumping,
That is all
Thursday, June 21, 2007
"friends" pt 1
So, a friend of mine wanted me to go out with her to this club. I didn't go. I just don't trust her and i hate being invited to places just cause. I feel if you really don't want me to go then don't ask me because i just might suprise you and say "sure, why not."
Well a few weeks back she asked me to go to this club and i said sure, why not. she had been trying to get me to go out with her and a few more friends of hers. I asked another of our friends if she wanted to go as well. She said yes but as the week progressed i knew she would flake out on us and sure as water is moist she did. Who cared i still wanted to go out. Well the problem is i don't have a car so the friend that invited me said we could meet up somewhere and she would take me to the club.
Finally friday came and she called me to confirm the meeting spot and to make sure i still wanted to go. As the night went on she started making excuses. She called me and said that the pkricde of admittance had went up by ten dollars because she had lost the discount flyers so that meant i had to pay $20 to get in. I was like okay whatever, it was 10pm and i was dressed. Then she called me again and said that she had made a mistake with the price which was that after a certain time the price would be $30. Still i said okay, whatever. It just means i'll only have one drink instead of two. Im not a heavy drinker, well not since i turned 21 a few years back and this would have been my second time drinking this year, the other time being New Year Eve and such. She told me i should leave out and that we could meet up, well i'm standing at the meeting place for the better part of 15 minutes when she called me and asked if i had left out yet. That little question pissed me off because she told me it only takes her five minutes to reach the meeting spot. I held back the little remark i was gonna make and just said yeah hurry up cause its getting cold and i don't have a jacket. The weather in Chicago is very tricky.So when she called me five minutes later and told me that she called the club and asked how much it would cost to get in they told her $40. She asked me if i just wanted her to back around. I wanted to tell her to turn around and drive straight into an oncoming semi but i refrained, something i don't usually do. I told her forget it and i would just go back home.
I know she kept making up expense excuses because i always say i'm broke, but thats usually an exaggeration. I actually had the money. I think she didn't want to pick me up because she believed she would have had to take me back home. She would have know that i had cab fare to get myself home if she whould hav picked me up. I never go anywhere without a definate way of getting back not too mention the way she said she got drunk last time i would not have wanted to get in a car with her as the driver.
Well because of that i don't trust her, hell, im not sure if i even like her. The trust is gone. I have major trust issues and when thats gone it's all down hill on an ice covered road.
If you know me then you know i don't really go out. Sure i leave the house but i don't really go out. The main reason is because i don't like to go out by myself. I mean why should i if i have "friends." Yeah, I know i put friends in quotation marks. I did it because you can't see me throw up the finger quotes in my head as i type this. I also did this because technically i don't have any friends. I use the term because its easier than saying "these are the pleople i talk to while im at work" or "this is someone i met at school and decided to keep in contact with" Sure these people may consider me their friend but i honestly don't know why. For instance the two girls i mentioned earlier, well "these are the people i talk to while i'm at work" Sure i talk to one more than the other, that being the one i invited, but thats about it. We never do anything together, now she's Knocked up so there goes that. At least i'll get to go to the wedding.
Another of my friend is getting married and only asked me to be the usher. Damn we were best friends growing up and i'm not even allowed to throw him a bachelor party. This was something i wanted to do because another one of my best friends, yeah you have a lot of those growing up, moved to Colorodo and got married. Of course this took place during the time we lost contact with each other for eight years, but still, i was promised that bachelor party. Oh well...
I'm actually tired of typing and its out of my system for now...
That is all
Well a few weeks back she asked me to go to this club and i said sure, why not. she had been trying to get me to go out with her and a few more friends of hers. I asked another of our friends if she wanted to go as well. She said yes but as the week progressed i knew she would flake out on us and sure as water is moist she did. Who cared i still wanted to go out. Well the problem is i don't have a car so the friend that invited me said we could meet up somewhere and she would take me to the club.
Finally friday came and she called me to confirm the meeting spot and to make sure i still wanted to go. As the night went on she started making excuses. She called me and said that the pkricde of admittance had went up by ten dollars because she had lost the discount flyers so that meant i had to pay $20 to get in. I was like okay whatever, it was 10pm and i was dressed. Then she called me again and said that she had made a mistake with the price which was that after a certain time the price would be $30. Still i said okay, whatever. It just means i'll only have one drink instead of two. Im not a heavy drinker, well not since i turned 21 a few years back and this would have been my second time drinking this year, the other time being New Year Eve and such. She told me i should leave out and that we could meet up, well i'm standing at the meeting place for the better part of 15 minutes when she called me and asked if i had left out yet. That little question pissed me off because she told me it only takes her five minutes to reach the meeting spot. I held back the little remark i was gonna make and just said yeah hurry up cause its getting cold and i don't have a jacket. The weather in Chicago is very tricky.So when she called me five minutes later and told me that she called the club and asked how much it would cost to get in they told her $40. She asked me if i just wanted her to back around. I wanted to tell her to turn around and drive straight into an oncoming semi but i refrained, something i don't usually do. I told her forget it and i would just go back home.
I know she kept making up expense excuses because i always say i'm broke, but thats usually an exaggeration. I actually had the money. I think she didn't want to pick me up because she believed she would have had to take me back home. She would have know that i had cab fare to get myself home if she whould hav picked me up. I never go anywhere without a definate way of getting back not too mention the way she said she got drunk last time i would not have wanted to get in a car with her as the driver.
Well because of that i don't trust her, hell, im not sure if i even like her. The trust is gone. I have major trust issues and when thats gone it's all down hill on an ice covered road.
If you know me then you know i don't really go out. Sure i leave the house but i don't really go out. The main reason is because i don't like to go out by myself. I mean why should i if i have "friends." Yeah, I know i put friends in quotation marks. I did it because you can't see me throw up the finger quotes in my head as i type this. I also did this because technically i don't have any friends. I use the term because its easier than saying "these are the pleople i talk to while im at work" or "this is someone i met at school and decided to keep in contact with" Sure these people may consider me their friend but i honestly don't know why. For instance the two girls i mentioned earlier, well "these are the people i talk to while i'm at work" Sure i talk to one more than the other, that being the one i invited, but thats about it. We never do anything together, now she's Knocked up so there goes that. At least i'll get to go to the wedding.
Another of my friend is getting married and only asked me to be the usher. Damn we were best friends growing up and i'm not even allowed to throw him a bachelor party. This was something i wanted to do because another one of my best friends, yeah you have a lot of those growing up, moved to Colorodo and got married. Of course this took place during the time we lost contact with each other for eight years, but still, i was promised that bachelor party. Oh well...
I'm actually tired of typing and its out of my system for now...
That is all
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
bored with my friends
Im really bored with my real life "friends." I rarely talk to them. I have work friends who i don't talk too outside of work. I have a friend that lives outside of my state. I have a friend I went to school with and a friend i grew up with. Again i rarely talk to any of them. So i ask myself why do i still call them friend.
that is all
that is all
Friday, May 18, 2007
You're standing on my neck
Here am sitting in my room watching daytime tv when the Daria tune pops into my head. I haven't seen that show in ages and i don't know why its in my head but there it is. So what do i do about it.
I Decide to hop on my laptop and search for Daria. I have to find something Daria related. Im telling you that show was great. So anyhoo I come across the episode the Misery Chick. Fantastic episode. Too bad it didn't have the theme song. I think i will have to buy a season or two.
I really liked the way the show ended however I would ahve really liked to see how the rest of her life goes. Mtv should really think about doing an update movie or something. I mean, you know, they did make a bevis and butthead movie or was I just hallucinating.
Also, is it me or ws Sick, Sad World a good show in a show. In my opinion way better than Itchy and Scratchy.
la la la la la
This is my stuff
Got to get off
I might go pop
Excuse me, Excuse me
I've got to be direct
la la la
If I'm off, please correct
la la la
You're standing on my neck
that is all...
I Decide to hop on my laptop and search for Daria. I have to find something Daria related. Im telling you that show was great. So anyhoo I come across the episode the Misery Chick. Fantastic episode. Too bad it didn't have the theme song. I think i will have to buy a season or two.
I really liked the way the show ended however I would ahve really liked to see how the rest of her life goes. Mtv should really think about doing an update movie or something. I mean, you know, they did make a bevis and butthead movie or was I just hallucinating.
Also, is it me or ws Sick, Sad World a good show in a show. In my opinion way better than Itchy and Scratchy.
la la la la la
This is my stuff
Got to get off
I might go pop
Excuse me, Excuse me
I've got to be direct
la la la
If I'm off, please correct
la la la
You're standing on my neck
that is all...
Monday, May 7, 2007
hair
I came across this video on youtube and though I would share it with
whomever comes across this page.
Right now i'm rocking locs or dread locs as most people know them as.
I love the way natural black hair looks however I would never put down
the ones that use the chems...
Talkin' 'bout good and bad hair
Whether you are dark or fair
go on and swear
see if I care
good and bad hair
that is all
whomever comes across this page.
Right now i'm rocking locs or dread locs as most people know them as.
I love the way natural black hair looks however I would never put down
the ones that use the chems...
Talkin' 'bout good and bad hair
Whether you are dark or fair
go on and swear
see if I care
good and bad hair
that is all
Monday, April 23, 2007
insomnia and gossip blogs
Oh how I wish I was sleep right now. Thats all im typing about insomnia at this moment.
Anyhoo, when I'm up late or early depending on how you view your days, I often find myself on those lame gossip blogs. Of course I call them lame but I'm not one to speak seeing as how I'm reading about the going ons of celebrities. However lame I may think they are, they are very addictive.
I didn't find about these things until I was up late one night googeling someone a few months back. I came across this one blog and thats where it started. It was like there is no turning back now.
These sites fill me up with info about the rich and famous, or the broke and famous, or the im all strung out don't look at me even though I'm famous. Things that I never knew I wanted to know until I read it. Stuff like which celeb just "lost" a homemade sex tape. While I'm on the subject of sex tapes, why don't these people hire directors. Seriously who are they fooling when they say they lost it. They know hey want the publicity. I mean, damn, at least make it worth viewing.Anyhoo, I honestly don't care if the gossip is true or not as long as it entertains me. One of these sites has this little thing called H.A.M. That basically stands for hot ass mess. I know right,what exactly is a hot ass mess? Think about it. Its basically a celebrity that for some reason or other is having a fashon crisis or bad hair day, maybe even a bad week and they are spotted looking their worst. I know thats messed up but I happen to think that stuff is very funny. Funny as hell to be precise. I like seeing them looking all messed up even though they are famous. I like hearing about a celeb gettting arrested and then taking some messed up mug shot, especially actors. Seriously how are you gonna take a messed up mug shot when you're an actor considering you have to take head shots.
I have to say that some of these gossipers are H.A.Ms as well. Sometimes they just post crap thats not funny. In case you don't know me, Im always searching for the funny. It helps me get through the day. I personally believe you need to laugh at least once a day. I blame my mother for that. Anyhoo, some of these sites just throw in some completly random, unessary crap. Like they would show a celeb doing a little grocery shopping and say crap like "i know she's not gonna eat that" So i stare at the screen like what the hell. Who cares. Well obviously someone cares cause they keep posting that crap. I just want to read the funny stuff but the crap draws you in as well.
There is actually a blog I came across that is not celeb oriented at all. Her tag line is " So many people try to hide their weirdness...I embrace mine. Heck, I take my weirdness out to lunch every once in a while just to catch up!" I love that. Can you imagine seeing someone sitting at a table in the back of a little cafe having a conversation with her weirdness. Maybe its just me. I can see it clearly in my mind. I've actually seen pictures of this woman and that makes the image that much more interesting.
Damn its late, the 5am news just came on. I really need to be sleep.
That is all...
Anyhoo, when I'm up late or early depending on how you view your days, I often find myself on those lame gossip blogs. Of course I call them lame but I'm not one to speak seeing as how I'm reading about the going ons of celebrities. However lame I may think they are, they are very addictive.
I didn't find about these things until I was up late one night googeling someone a few months back. I came across this one blog and thats where it started. It was like there is no turning back now.
These sites fill me up with info about the rich and famous, or the broke and famous, or the im all strung out don't look at me even though I'm famous. Things that I never knew I wanted to know until I read it. Stuff like which celeb just "lost" a homemade sex tape. While I'm on the subject of sex tapes, why don't these people hire directors. Seriously who are they fooling when they say they lost it. They know hey want the publicity. I mean, damn, at least make it worth viewing.Anyhoo, I honestly don't care if the gossip is true or not as long as it entertains me. One of these sites has this little thing called H.A.M. That basically stands for hot ass mess. I know right,what exactly is a hot ass mess? Think about it. Its basically a celebrity that for some reason or other is having a fashon crisis or bad hair day, maybe even a bad week and they are spotted looking their worst. I know thats messed up but I happen to think that stuff is very funny. Funny as hell to be precise. I like seeing them looking all messed up even though they are famous. I like hearing about a celeb gettting arrested and then taking some messed up mug shot, especially actors. Seriously how are you gonna take a messed up mug shot when you're an actor considering you have to take head shots.
I have to say that some of these gossipers are H.A.Ms as well. Sometimes they just post crap thats not funny. In case you don't know me, Im always searching for the funny. It helps me get through the day. I personally believe you need to laugh at least once a day. I blame my mother for that. Anyhoo, some of these sites just throw in some completly random, unessary crap. Like they would show a celeb doing a little grocery shopping and say crap like "i know she's not gonna eat that" So i stare at the screen like what the hell. Who cares. Well obviously someone cares cause they keep posting that crap. I just want to read the funny stuff but the crap draws you in as well.
There is actually a blog I came across that is not celeb oriented at all. Her tag line is " So many people try to hide their weirdness...I embrace mine. Heck, I take my weirdness out to lunch every once in a while just to catch up!" I love that. Can you imagine seeing someone sitting at a table in the back of a little cafe having a conversation with her weirdness. Maybe its just me. I can see it clearly in my mind. I've actually seen pictures of this woman and that makes the image that much more interesting.
Damn its late, the 5am news just came on. I really need to be sleep.
That is all...
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
...warning signs...
Why is it that they always find the warning signs once you're gone. They never see the signs until its too late.
This whole Virginia tech murders has got me thinking. I'm sitting at home watching the news when they show that the guy sent a video by mail in between the shootings. After that they start going into his past pointing out the warning signs. The guy wrote plays about killing people. He didn't like affulent people. Yeah thats a really good reason. He didn't get the girl. Oh wow, an even beter reason.
Again that got me thinking. What would they find out about me when I'm gone? What if by some unforseen events I find myself in a situation where I'm robbing liquor stores and going on killing sprees? Would they find warning signs? Do I have any warning signs. What would they be? Could any little thing they find be a warning sign?
What about that fight I got into when I was in high school? What about that time I exposed myself in front of the camera at the Museum of Science and Industry when I was in the sixth grade. What about the small garter snake that I skinned alive when I was in the fifth grade. Wait, what? I know that last little bit of info might be considered a warning sign. There are serial killers that tortured animals but I'm far from being a serial killer. I just don't have that kind of time. Another thing, no one ever pissed me off enough to really want to kill them. Yeah sure I have feelings to do serious bodily harm to certain people but im sure im not the only one. I mean...
Again I ask, what is a warning sign?
Also, why don't people do something when they see the warning signs. In this day and age i'm sure there is help for those people. Why wait until someone dies or gets injured.
Another thing, why do these people kill themselves afterwords? I mean grow a pair and deal with the outcome. You know, if I went on a killling spree I'm conceited just enough to want to see how its reported on the news. I would want to see how public my trial would be. Would I get a jury of my peers? Who would be considered my peer? Not too many people going on killing sprees. I would want to see a victims parent breakdown in court and attack me. I would want to know if I killed enough people to be considered insane or didn't kill enough people and wind up on death row.
Now I look back on my life, searching for warning signs. Just in case...
That is all
This whole Virginia tech murders has got me thinking. I'm sitting at home watching the news when they show that the guy sent a video by mail in between the shootings. After that they start going into his past pointing out the warning signs. The guy wrote plays about killing people. He didn't like affulent people. Yeah thats a really good reason. He didn't get the girl. Oh wow, an even beter reason.
Again that got me thinking. What would they find out about me when I'm gone? What if by some unforseen events I find myself in a situation where I'm robbing liquor stores and going on killing sprees? Would they find warning signs? Do I have any warning signs. What would they be? Could any little thing they find be a warning sign?
What about that fight I got into when I was in high school? What about that time I exposed myself in front of the camera at the Museum of Science and Industry when I was in the sixth grade. What about the small garter snake that I skinned alive when I was in the fifth grade. Wait, what? I know that last little bit of info might be considered a warning sign. There are serial killers that tortured animals but I'm far from being a serial killer. I just don't have that kind of time. Another thing, no one ever pissed me off enough to really want to kill them. Yeah sure I have feelings to do serious bodily harm to certain people but im sure im not the only one. I mean...
Again I ask, what is a warning sign?
Also, why don't people do something when they see the warning signs. In this day and age i'm sure there is help for those people. Why wait until someone dies or gets injured.
Another thing, why do these people kill themselves afterwords? I mean grow a pair and deal with the outcome. You know, if I went on a killling spree I'm conceited just enough to want to see how its reported on the news. I would want to see how public my trial would be. Would I get a jury of my peers? Who would be considered my peer? Not too many people going on killing sprees. I would want to see a victims parent breakdown in court and attack me. I would want to know if I killed enough people to be considered insane or didn't kill enough people and wind up on death row.
Now I look back on my life, searching for warning signs. Just in case...
That is all
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Damn Student Loans
What the hell. There is no way i can pay off these student loans. What were they thinking when they loaned me the money. Apparently i'm supposed to have a six month grace period but they tried to make me pay them damn loan back before the six months wer up. when i first learned that i was supposed to be paying i was already two months behind. When they told me that i said what the fuck i just graduated like two months ago. so they had me make a payment to put that shit into forbearance. It seem that because the damn loan repayment was already late the damn time cancelled itself out. I have been getting calls from these people for months straight, sometimes five or six times a day...
I don't know. i'm just really stressed out. I don't even want to talk about it anymore.
I'm starting to think I should have never went to school. I'm not even using the damn degree anyway, still looking for a job. The school was supposed to help with that but that dumbass place is not worth shit. They have the same bootleg ass leads that i find on my own. They make it like they have some inside connection but they don't.
See the problem is thati don't have a good job, or career. If i did these damn loans wouldn't even be a problem.
That is all...
I don't know. i'm just really stressed out. I don't even want to talk about it anymore.
I'm starting to think I should have never went to school. I'm not even using the damn degree anyway, still looking for a job. The school was supposed to help with that but that dumbass place is not worth shit. They have the same bootleg ass leads that i find on my own. They make it like they have some inside connection but they don't.
See the problem is thati don't have a good job, or career. If i did these damn loans wouldn't even be a problem.
That is all...
hokey pokey...
"Sad News
With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.
Larry LaPrise, the man that wrote “The Hokey Pokey” died peacefully at the age of 93.
The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin.
They put his left leg in…and then the trouble started.
Shut up. You know it’s funny."
the above satement is not my words...
however i think its funny as hell. I was on another site when i came across this satement. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
I almost woke my nephew up who is napping a few rooms away.
That is all...
Sunday, April 15, 2007
beginnings
well this is my first blog...
nothing special...
i just needed a place to get some stuff out in the open
and myspace is not where i want to do it...
although i do have a myspace account...
well until i have something to type...
nothing special...
i just needed a place to get some stuff out in the open
and myspace is not where i want to do it...
although i do have a myspace account...
well until i have something to type...
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