Fifth Post.

Just got the news that I got approved for my loan for school.

Also Snow Leopard comes out on the 28th. I'm really super excited about both.

Sorry it's such a short post. I hope this isn't a sign of things to come. =/

Fourth Post.

Today my dad and I almost got into a car accident.

We were in the left turning lane and when the green light said go for us, we went. Little did we know that Granny Speed Racer was coming from the opposite side making a right at I wanna say Mach 5 (pun intended). She not only came at full speed, but also turn and went into the lane we were turning in. We honked for a good half a minute trying to not give up our territory as we contractually had first dibs on it a la "the rules of the road" but she persisted and didn't even look as us and she went in and took from right under our feet.

I've never said it before so this'll be the first: "Women drivers suck ass."

To clarify not all women drivers suck, I actually know some very good ones, but at that moment I really wish we just stayed in our lane and she crashed into us so that she could pay for everything included the emotional damage that I would have suffered: not being able to trust women behind the wheel. I hope that bitch chokes on a dick.

~~~~~~~wavy separation~~~~~~~~~

So I'm currently not working because no one is hiring because our economy sucks for one reason or another. In result I've been spending a lot of time at home on my computer for pretty much every hour of every day. I want to go out, but I always want to do something free or really really cheap. Too bad my friends and I love going to see summer blockbusters. I've tried not going so much because I lack the funds but I always end up being convinced because my best friends always offer to pay for me. I love them to death, I really do. But I feel terrible taking money from them because I feel like I'm getting a free ride, a ride that I don't deserve because God knows when I'll be able to pay them back. I got out of a debt to one of my friends early on in the summer and I've been broke since then trying to not rack up anymore debt with them. This is something I constantly think about when I makes plans to go out: where ever we're going....can I get away with just ordering a free water? I can live off of and get full with free waters, I've come to accept that, that and mooching off of whoever doesn't finish their plate. I think I've just described myself as a rat, feeding off of someone else's left overs. I need to get out of here and back to school where I don't have to pay for shit. Then hopefully get a job and treat all my friends to every movie next summer. That'd be the best, being able to pay back all of my friends by treating them to all the movies. Yeah. That's what I want to do. Oh and get them kick-ass christmas presents.





Also, there was a comic strip I read a while back that it showed a man back in like 1969 reading the newspaper on the toilet and then the same looking man in 2009 reading his laptop on the toilet. That comic is pretty much reality for me.


*This entry is brought to you by Mansfield Toilets. Putting them in bathrooms so you can blog in comfort and style*

Third Post.

There is one this that is keeping me from being able to finishing writing good songs:

My inability to create lyrics and vocal melodies.



I pretty much hate myself for that.

Second Post.

Driving home last night I realized that sometime when I switch lanes and use the turn signal (like a good driver should), I get hypnotized more often than not by the clicking sound the turn signal makes. It even happens when I have music playing loudly in the car. The clicking just blends in with the music even though it's not set at any specific rhythm.

Have you ever played that game in the car? Where you try to match up your turn signal with the turn signal with everyone else's car?

They always match up once every few seconds. It annoys the shit out of me.

But I digress.

Sometimes I'll have my turn signal on for blocks at a time and then when I realize it's on I wonder how long it's been on, and what happened those last few blocks. My drives begin to turn into time travel where time goes by and suddenly I realize I'm home and I don't remember the drive at all.

I'm normally very observant of my surroundings, but I guess driving the same route for 12 years starts to look boring and you just begin to zone. Driving home from a familiar place has become muscle memory now. I'm pretty sure given the chance I could drive home with my else closed and get home safe. My body is a robot taking it's host(my conscious self) home.


I think I'm going to try to find new routes home, I'll probably never take them again but change once in a while isn't that bad.




*Sidenote: I hate change.

First post.

So it's come to the point where I can't post things on twitter like I normally would because of who's following me and on Facebook because now I've got family following me there. So here I have created this blogspot to use as an outlet for dumb things I think of that may have people judge me the wrong way. (I know it isn't any more private than facebook or twitter but at least....I don't know, having it on a blog seems to make it OK.)


Like this little tid-bit:

Having run out of clean boxers, I've been forced to go back to wearing briefs for the past week. During this week of brief-dom I've come to a conclusion of something:

Wearing briefs take away my desire to watch porn for...."recreational" purposes.

They now make me want to watch it more for the story lines and the in-depth character relationships that the actors convey on the screen.

It urges me to want to do a character analysis on each character and find their overall true goal.














Also a lot more work is involved in trying to jerk it with briefs on than with boxers. Boxers are just so freeing, especially while wearing pajama pants.








I need to do some laundry.