I kind of sleep them away and spend the rest of the time browsing the internet, which is obviously pretty vacant on a monday morning, but that's fine. I should maybe for once take advantage of my house that is 80% empty not counting me and get everything on my to-do list done (well, not everything, but some things).
Hopefully having today off will make the rest of the week go by quickly since I'm actually looking forward to the weekend for the first time in about a month or so. Getting everything I possibly can out of my last 7 months in PA has been pretty unsuccesful so far. But, this upcoming weekend will consist of Rambo and TV Dinner. After spending a week conflicted over which of these two I'm going to take part in, I realized that one is on a Friday while the other is on a Saturday, so that works out nicely.
I cooked breakfast wearing nothing but a Michael Meyers mask this morning. I love having the house (mostly) to myself.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
this is an egg. this is a broken egg. sizzle sizzle
I ate a seven dollar sandwich earlier. Fuck that! Never again! It wasn't even that good!
I had two cups of coffee from two different places characterized by yuppie scum who could just make coffee and use their laptops and get work done and wear sweaters in their houses. It was good coffee, but my stomach is in ruins. I should have protested, but mostly everyone else wanted to go to these places.
So basically what I spent on a reasonably sized meal was a couple dollars short of matching that of the reasonably priced CD that I bought that I will get much more enjoyment out of and will not make me defile my bathroom. I'm sure Tegan and Sara would never wish anything bad on my bathroom or keep me up for hours. They would just tell cute stories and play songs.
I don't even know!
I had two cups of coffee from two different places characterized by yuppie scum who could just make coffee and use their laptops and get work done and wear sweaters in their houses. It was good coffee, but my stomach is in ruins. I should have protested, but mostly everyone else wanted to go to these places.
So basically what I spent on a reasonably sized meal was a couple dollars short of matching that of the reasonably priced CD that I bought that I will get much more enjoyment out of and will not make me defile my bathroom. I'm sure Tegan and Sara would never wish anything bad on my bathroom or keep me up for hours. They would just tell cute stories and play songs.
I don't even know!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
oral sex for good conversation
The offer is still up in the air.
I broke my keyboard and have to use the onscreen one for the time being.
I still need a job.
I broke my keyboard and have to use the onscreen one for the time being.
I still need a job.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
In the unlikely event
that I ever find someone willing to produce half-versions of me, my son will be named T-Bone Thunderclap. My hopes are that this will push him toward being either a professional wrestler or a monster truck driver.
I mean, what else would you do if your name was that awesome?
I mean, what else would you do if your name was that awesome?
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
whoops! - for real this time
I'm currently failing two classes. Not suprisingly, they are algebra and chemistry. I feel like no matter how hard I try in either of these classes they still make a cheesy macaroni mess out of my GPA, which would otherwise be decent if english and morality were the only subjects that counted for anything. I would have a steady 3.something if that were the case.
As for today's bus adventures, I got on with a stomach full of two english muffins, a banana and too much to drink (including coffee), so needless to say I required a trip to the bathroom once I got to school.
Also, thanks to Patton Oswalt whoever was sitting in front of me was probably a little concerned by the outbursts of laughter coming from behind them. But whatever.
As for today's bus adventures, I got on with a stomach full of two english muffins, a banana and too much to drink (including coffee), so needless to say I required a trip to the bathroom once I got to school.
Also, thanks to Patton Oswalt whoever was sitting in front of me was probably a little concerned by the outbursts of laughter coming from behind them. But whatever.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
whoops
If you plug in a microwave near your TV and sit too close to it while Home Improvement is on, blood will start shooting out of your ears.
Speaking of ears, they keep warning me to turn the music down by ringing and feeling clogged up, and not even 20 seconds ago they started to throb a little bit. They did it again while I was typing that sentence.
I think this is rooted in how long my bus ride is, since I'm listening to music the entire time, and I have to turn it up louder than normal because of the ungodly amount of noise made by the bus, and sometimes the kids on it depending on what kind of day it is.
I love it when my body sends me messages. I love it when my body sends me a messofjizz. I love getting massages and living in the mess ages.
okay, I'm done.
Speaking of ears, they keep warning me to turn the music down by ringing and feeling clogged up, and not even 20 seconds ago they started to throb a little bit. They did it again while I was typing that sentence.
I think this is rooted in how long my bus ride is, since I'm listening to music the entire time, and I have to turn it up louder than normal because of the ungodly amount of noise made by the bus, and sometimes the kids on it depending on what kind of day it is.
I love it when my body sends me messages. I love it when my body sends me a messofjizz. I love getting massages and living in the mess ages.
okay, I'm done.
Friday, January 11, 2008
someone call the wahmbulance!
I would complain about hardly doing anything or seeing anyone anymore, but I think I got my point across in just about every post I've made since christmas. Obviously it's not anyone's number one priority to make sure I always have something to do, so there is no finger-pointing here either.
With that said, I'm somewhat loneleh and verymuchwhat bored and restless.
So if it sounds appealing to be my equally annoying drinking buddy, celebrate my victories, mourn my downfalls, laugh at my jokes, learn the meaning of respect and memorize every line of Caddyshack while I hardly ever return the favor in the midst of being self-absorbed and needy, then let's be comrades.
To be honest it's not like I do nothing, I guess I just tend to always want to be around the same people and rarely am anymore.
And truthfully time doing nothing really isn't all that bad, but the alternative of activity would be more ideal. As mentioned in my last post, the most obvious thing to do with time to myself would be to make good use out of it, but why would I want to do a thing like that when I can just listen to music and play Solitaire over and over again?
I promise that next time I will reach into the far recesses of my noodle and write something quasi-entertaining.
With that said, I'm somewhat loneleh and verymuchwhat bored and restless.
So if it sounds appealing to be my equally annoying drinking buddy, celebrate my victories, mourn my downfalls, laugh at my jokes, learn the meaning of respect and memorize every line of Caddyshack while I hardly ever return the favor in the midst of being self-absorbed and needy, then let's be comrades.
To be honest it's not like I do nothing, I guess I just tend to always want to be around the same people and rarely am anymore.
And truthfully time doing nothing really isn't all that bad, but the alternative of activity would be more ideal. As mentioned in my last post, the most obvious thing to do with time to myself would be to make good use out of it, but why would I want to do a thing like that when I can just listen to music and play Solitaire over and over again?
I promise that next time I will reach into the far recesses of my noodle and write something quasi-entertaining.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Sorry updates have been kind of lax and infrequent. I'm sure everyone has been biting their nails like crazy lately, wondering how much I'm going to complain about school and tell recycled versions of the same jokes involving penises (most noteably mine) and penis-related things this week.
Edit: the original text has now been changed because I'm sometimes low enough to feel like I said something stupid over the internet and am nervous until I get a chance to take it down the next day and feel like my terrible attempt at being funny has been up for 24 hours for all of the world to read while they think to themselves "he's trying to hard." Though now it's maybe "why is he paranoid about his blog?"
Lately I've been thinking about resolving to find better things to do than sit on the computer. Like read books more. Books take me an average of two months to read just because I so rarely find time inbetween bullshitting on the internet and watching TV even when there's nothing on to read a book, write something, work on drawing, actually do my homework, or something else like that.
Like usual I'm probably just talking out of my ass and none of this talk of being more constructive will amount to me actually being constructive. But who knows!
I love rediscovering bands/albums. Right now it's "Dead Moon's Calling" by Mad Sin. For a while that, Mr Bungle's self-titled album, "A Grand Don't Come For Free" by the Streets and "Bad Music For Bad People" by the Cramps were shining beacons of light during the black hole of adolescent frustration/mopery that was my first year of high school, when I spent too much time locked in my room listening to Bright Eyes and Elliott Smith and had not yet discovered the slippery slope of chemical self-medicating that has made things screwy in an entirely different but more enjoyable way and has caused me to write run-on sentences.
Edit: the original text has now been changed because I'm sometimes low enough to feel like I said something stupid over the internet and am nervous until I get a chance to take it down the next day and feel like my terrible attempt at being funny has been up for 24 hours for all of the world to read while they think to themselves "he's trying to hard." Though now it's maybe "why is he paranoid about his blog?"
Lately I've been thinking about resolving to find better things to do than sit on the computer. Like read books more. Books take me an average of two months to read just because I so rarely find time inbetween bullshitting on the internet and watching TV even when there's nothing on to read a book, write something, work on drawing, actually do my homework, or something else like that.
Like usual I'm probably just talking out of my ass and none of this talk of being more constructive will amount to me actually being constructive. But who knows!
I love rediscovering bands/albums. Right now it's "Dead Moon's Calling" by Mad Sin. For a while that, Mr Bungle's self-titled album, "A Grand Don't Come For Free" by the Streets and "Bad Music For Bad People" by the Cramps were shining beacons of light during the black hole of adolescent frustration/mopery that was my first year of high school, when I spent too much time locked in my room listening to Bright Eyes and Elliott Smith and had not yet discovered the slippery slope of chemical self-medicating that has made things screwy in an entirely different but more enjoyable way and has caused me to write run-on sentences.
Monday, January 7, 2008
I would probably suck dick for good company.
School was terrible today! School is always terrible! I miss girls and seeing kids I want to talk to for more than a period at a time! I miss everyone!
I feel like I didn't do enough over break. Whenever I did do something it was great, but that was only about 2 or 3 times.
My life has been reduced to borderline nothingness. I spend too much time on the computer. I masturbate out of sheer boredome. All this frustration after one day of school. What are the other days going to be like?
Juno is a great movie, but I think most people concluded that themselves.
I feel like I didn't do enough over break. Whenever I did do something it was great, but that was only about 2 or 3 times.
My life has been reduced to borderline nothingness. I spend too much time on the computer. I masturbate out of sheer boredome. All this frustration after one day of school. What are the other days going to be like?
Juno is a great movie, but I think most people concluded that themselves.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
It's 9:00 AM and
I'm in my boxers eating a plate of lasagna. And it's freezing!
I think I slept 2 hours tops last night. I rolled out of Nathan's house without anyone knowing an hour ago for fear of vomitting in the middle of his parents' morning rountine of getting up and going to work, and I would have rather slept off my hangover in my own bed.
Unforunately Duffer had other ideas as soon as I got home, because having someone who pays attention to him at this time of morning is so thrilling for him that he has to bark from the bottom of the stairs to be let out every 10-15 minutes or be petted. Bastard.
Overall, it was a good night and a mediocore day. I couldn't have expected much else from the mall, but new pairs of jeans are nice.
My body is fiening for the rest of my lasagna so I think that's all for now.
I think I slept 2 hours tops last night. I rolled out of Nathan's house without anyone knowing an hour ago for fear of vomitting in the middle of his parents' morning rountine of getting up and going to work, and I would have rather slept off my hangover in my own bed.
Unforunately Duffer had other ideas as soon as I got home, because having someone who pays attention to him at this time of morning is so thrilling for him that he has to bark from the bottom of the stairs to be let out every 10-15 minutes or be petted. Bastard.
Overall, it was a good night and a mediocore day. I couldn't have expected much else from the mall, but new pairs of jeans are nice.
My body is fiening for the rest of my lasagna so I think that's all for now.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Round 2
I'm updating this for the second time today to let everyone know that my efforts towards not masturbating ended some time ago. I've been going at it like a gorilla lately.
mandatory recollection of the past year and feelings about the year to come
Warning: this post will probably be border being sentimental.
2007 was one of the more important years for me thus far. So much changed in such a short period of time. It was such a tremendous mix of situations that were complete shit, learning experiences, personal growth, and all that other good stuff.
My "early life crisis" finally came to an end, and I started to appreciate everything a lot more. And there isn't really much else that I could have asked for.
I got to know some aquaintances better, met some cool new people, and managed to become better friends with just about everyone else I already knew (or at least it felt that way).
Obviously I would be lying if I said everything about 2007 was perfect, but even the things that I would have rather not happened (i.e.: moving, that thing with the mushroom farm, and that thing I stole... and a bunch of other things that everyone has probably heard about 5000 times) were still important, and still a part of what made the whole year so great.
New years was sort of a dissapointment this year. Maybe I had too high of hopes for it in the first place, but as of now I'm just hoping it wasn't foreshadowing what the rest of 2008 is going to be like. Though, I would also be lying if I said that I felt like this year was going to be everything I hoped for. The time until I move is winding down, and I'm entering my senior year and am going to have to start worrying about things like college and whether I'm going to come back to PA/DE.
My blog has turned into me complaining instead of trying to be funny, and thus I no longer get comments or have anyone compliment it. My ego is so wounded!
Though, the message here is pretty much clear. Nobody likes whiners.
2007 was one of the more important years for me thus far. So much changed in such a short period of time. It was such a tremendous mix of situations that were complete shit, learning experiences, personal growth, and all that other good stuff.
My "early life crisis" finally came to an end, and I started to appreciate everything a lot more. And there isn't really much else that I could have asked for.
I got to know some aquaintances better, met some cool new people, and managed to become better friends with just about everyone else I already knew (or at least it felt that way).
Obviously I would be lying if I said everything about 2007 was perfect, but even the things that I would have rather not happened (i.e.: moving, that thing with the mushroom farm, and that thing I stole... and a bunch of other things that everyone has probably heard about 5000 times) were still important, and still a part of what made the whole year so great.
New years was sort of a dissapointment this year. Maybe I had too high of hopes for it in the first place, but as of now I'm just hoping it wasn't foreshadowing what the rest of 2008 is going to be like. Though, I would also be lying if I said that I felt like this year was going to be everything I hoped for. The time until I move is winding down, and I'm entering my senior year and am going to have to start worrying about things like college and whether I'm going to come back to PA/DE.
My blog has turned into me complaining instead of trying to be funny, and thus I no longer get comments or have anyone compliment it. My ego is so wounded!
Though, the message here is pretty much clear. Nobody likes whiners.
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