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Back in 1974, corruption and lies were running rampant in the streets. To put an end to this corruption, one man was put in charge of the team that was given this job. That man is of no relation to me.

Mission Statement

Greetings, and welcome to my blog. I am the main person who operates this blog. Ok, I'm the only person who operates this blog. But I was trying to sound professional. Anyways, this blog's really about nothing. Just my thoughts on whatever comes to my mind. Hope it doesn't suck. Haha.

Peace and love.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

I Want A Girl With Good Dividends.

Alright, short blog this evening, because frankly, I'm tired as a motherf&@$er. Now, you ask "why are you blogging when you could be sleeping instead?" And to that I say..................


Only joking.

Alright, as I said, I'll keep this brief. Tonight, I had planned to go see the supposed 12:00 premiere (this'll make sense in a few) of the film Dinner for Schmucks with my best friend and a few other friends of mine, but well, let's just say that, long story short, those plans kinda didn't happen. One friend was going with a cousin instead, and the other friend just.........well, wasn't going. So it was myself and two of my friends going to the theater, and super pumped about the movie. So, we get to the theater, and go in. We immediately notice something strange about the movie theater. Mainly that literally almost nobody is there. Regardless of this, we walk in and go to the theater. The guy working there politely (God bless him) tells us that the film is actually TOMORROW evening at midnight and that basically, we were 24 hours early to the film's premiere. We felt like schmucks. So, we did the logical thing after such a thing happened to us: we went and got dinner. Ah, the circle of life.

Well, anyways, we're trying again tomorrow. Hopefully this goes better than tonight. Alas, it was still an interesting night and definitely worth my time. I mean, I'm blogging at 2 in the morning about it, for God's sake. If that doesn't tell you about it, nothing well. But, now, I'm off to sleep. Stay sane, everyone.

Peace and love.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010


I just noticed something today. You wanna know what that is? Of course you do. I told you I noticed something, and naturally, you're curious as to what it is that I noticed. Well, I'll tell you. Ok? Ok. My previous blog was my 100th blog. *confetti and streamers*..............woah, woah. Let me finish. It was my 100th blog, but I forgot completely to acknowledge it. *daaaaaawwwwwwww* Yeah. Sorry about that. Well, it was fun regardless. It's hard to believe I've done 100 blogs (well, now 101 counting this one, and probably more if I count the ones I started and didn't finish). Crazy stuff. Full on insanity, even.

So, what am I going to do for blog #101? Well, nothing really. Am I going to introduce you to a random subject, like a, say, Biology 101 class in college? Am I going to reference Room 101 from the book 1984, a room in which your biggest fear is located in (I'm too lazy to fact check that. Google it if you don't trust me.)? Well, no. I'm not really sure of anything to do on this blog. Normally, when people commemorate a huge event such as this (well, not such as this. More like any event that gets commemorated, because they're likely more important than reaching 100 blog posts), they throw a party. Or a potluck. But, considering this is just a wall of text and on the internet, my party planning is rather limited. So, I guess, well.........I don't know. I've got nothing.

Listen to this and celebrate on my behalf if you wish.

I shall return with more blogs! Perhaps even later today. Y'never know. Until next time, as always, peace and love.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Smoke Us A Cigarette, Then Go Back To Sleep. Sleep. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Yeah, I'm back already! See what happens to those who wait? Ok, so maybe that's a terrible usage of that term. Whatever. So, yeah, for whatever reason, I'm in a big rap music phase this evening. As my previous blog showed with the Ying Yang Twins song, and now with this song: Sensual Seduction. Yes, I'm aware that's the censored version of the song. I just feel odd typing.........Sexual Erup...........well, you know. And I first heard it as Sensual Seduction, so there. Ha. It's by Snoop Dogg. You probably knew that. Anyways, for some reason, I absolutely love the video for this song, and well, the song is incredibly catchy.

Here you go:

Just Remember To Always Think Twice. Don't Think Twice.

Ah, Billie Jean. Such conflicting lyrics. As the ones that title this evening's blog show. So, random question to start off this blog: is it arrogant of me to assume this blog is funny? Well, I used a tag for this blog titled "funny", which, in turn, is basically indirectly saying that you're going to find this blog amusing. And as the writer, it's my job to live up to that 5-letter tag's standards. So, in turn (that phrase is so cool to me), if this blog isn't funny, then my tag is a lie. However, due to false advertisement, you've read my blog in hopes of finding amusement, which isn't there. And that, my dear readers, is the magic of advertisement.

Yep, I'm improvising. Good of you to notice.

Right now, as I'm blogging, I'm listening to the Ying Yang Twins. I wish I were joking. Well, a friend of mine told me to listen to it, and I feel bad if I don't. Guilt and what have you. So I'm listening to it. It's the song "Salt Shaker." When I hear this song, I imagine a stereotypical rap video with shiny cars, a club perhaps, of course, DEM HOES. So, as I listen to this song, it's as though my home has been turned into a rap video. Bass booming. Cars driving around my house with ridiculous hydraulics. Perhaps a strobe light or two. Suggestive dancing by scantily clad females. Y'know. The usual. I'm trying not to type too loudly in hopes of not waking the bitches. Alas, if the music doesn't wake them, I say I'm doing alright. Moving right along then.

I'm getting decent at this whole ranting thing. I went into this blog without a plan. No set thing to type about, and look at all of that above this paragraph. Beautiful wall of text, is it not? The power of stream of consciousness writing, y'all.

So, for now, I'm going to finish off this blog for now. I'll try to be more persistant with my blogging from here on out. And yes, I'm aware that I say that often, but whatevs. It is what it is. I'll work on it.

Later, and until next time, shake it like a salt shaker:

Saturday, July 17, 2010

That Girl Is Like A Sunburn.

The title is by.......you know what? No. I'm not going to say that. Because I already have numerous times and I do it essentially every frickin' time I blog. So, you know what? No. Google it. Alright, fine. It's Never Let You Go, by Third Eye Blind. There. I do love me some Third Eye Blind.

Ok, first off, I really hope this blog doesn't come off as depressing and such, because it truly isn't supposed to. And I'll attempt to be as vague as possible, in a good way I mean. Well, not in a good way, but most who know me will know what I'm talking about. But, anywho, onto the blog:

Have you ever done something and felt, well, for lack of a better term, utterly helpless? Ok, yeah, really sappy sounding. Horrible choice of words. Haha. What I mean is, like, for example, let's say you play basketball. You're just shooting around, trying to get the ball in the basket. Sometimes you make some really impressive shots, which in turn makes you really pumped and, well, obviously happy. But then, other times, you have those days where it feels as though you can't hit anything whatsoever. Then you get super bummed and your confidence feels as though it's depleting to the point of stable glue (that's a Raconteurs lyric. Well, kinda. ;D). Well, I kinda have this problem with my work. Well, nothing against my work or anything, it's moreso against me. I'm maddeningly inconsistant, essentially, when it comes to doing my job. Some nights, I do fairly well and then other nights, I totally screw everything up and it all goes to hell. And the worst part is, that I have absolutely no idea how to become more consistent.

I've paid attention to what I did on the days in which I did really well and got out of work in a somewhat reasonable amount of time, and then I tried to repeat it in other days, but for whatever reason, it doesn't work. And it bums me out, because when I do terribly, I know it makes my co-workers upset, because obviously they don't want to stay waiting for me to finish my work. Who would, really? But, I'm just lost, I guess. I know that some nights that we'll have good nights and bad nights when it comes to work, but it'd be good to at least make the bad nights more rare, instead of having them on equal ground as my good nights. Alas, I guess there isn't much I can do except keep working and doing my best to get us out of there as quickly as possible.

Alright, well, that blog was rather depressing. And rant-y. If that's a word. As I said, I hate ending these things on a depressing note, so here's a song. It's the Third Eye Blind song I mentioned earlier in my opening paragraph of my blog. Never Let You Go. Here it is.


Saturday, July 10, 2010

Sometimes I Feel So Happy, Sometimes I Feel So Sad.

The Velvet Underground. Super underrated band. Yes, I've gotten into a habit of naming my blogs after song lyrics. So? Anyways, yeah, that's a good band. The song is Pale Blue Eyes. It's in Adventureland, one of my favorite movies, actually. So that earns it bonus points. Street cred, if you will. But anyways, moving right along.

What is the point of this blog? Well, as I mentioned, it's a way for me to vent without having to have people listen to me venting. Haha. :P It's a'ight though. But basically, I just use this blog. (Note: that last sentence was meant to have a bit more to it, but I'll just leave it like that. Incompletion FTW! ;D)

To be brutally honest with myself, as I've learned is good to do sometimes from watching reruns of Dr. Phil during afternoons with nothing better to do, I have admittedly become incredibly distant. Pretty much, I've gone into a bit of a self-induced isolation, for lack of a better term. Keeping to myself and not really keeping in touch as much as I probably should. And it's really stupid. Haha. So, if it's really stupid, why in the hell am I doing it? I honestly don't know. It doesn't do me a world of good at all, so it makes no sense as to why I'm doing it. So, if it's not helping me whatsoever, and in turn, making things worse for myself, why don't I stop it? Well................alright. Consider it done.

That's it?


Well, not quite.

I just feel absolutely terrible, because I've been distant towards the people I love most. Friends, family, people in general, basically. And I know that being ignored by someone who's a close friend/family member/human isn't the best feeling in the world. Personally, it really sucks. And yet, I'm projecting that onto people that mean the world to me. And I have absolutely no reason for doing so. It's ruining my relationships with people, or at least it has or is starting to with a very small few people. I just don't want it to get absolutely out of control and ruin my life.

I'm tired of being a hermit and ignoring those close to me. God, that sounds horrible when said like that, but hopefully they'll understand. If not, I guess I don't blame them, because I've been a totally reprehensible human being the last couple of months. This isn't really for anyone in particular. Or one person, I should say. Just about a larger group of people (aka: family, friends, as I said). So basically, I'm sorry for being a massive tool as of late, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for my incredibly stupid seclusion as of late. I'm going to break out of that shell.

This blog was rather depressing, and really stream of consciousness, so I'm just going to end it for now. The blog, I mean. But I don't want to end it on a depressing note, because that isn't me. So, here's a song I've gotten into as of late. It's by Brandon Flowers from the Killers. Really good band. It's called Crossfire. Oddly enough, it sounds exactly like the Killers. Which doesn't make sense as to why he's going solo, but eh, it is what it is. Here's the song:

Peace and love, everyone. :)


Thursday, July 8, 2010

They'll Sell Your Wounds As Evidence Of Your Hope.

Smashing Pumpkins. New song. Freak. Really frickin' good. Check it out on the Smashing Pumpkins website. Good stuff. Really sweet lyrics as well.

Anyways, hi. It's been a while since I've blogged, and eh......well, for good reason, I guess, because I haven't really had anything exciting to blog about. And it's not like most people read this anyways, if anybody reads this anymore. This mainly is just a way to get my thoughts out. Pretty much like a therapist. Minus all the awkwardness of telling your problems and life stories and whatnot to a stranger. Though I guess by blogging all this, I'm sharing it on the internet with a bunch of strangers, so DOUBLE STANDARDS BE DAMNED. Excellente.

Alright. Well, I guess I didn't have as much to say as I thought I did. Oh, well. This is the beginning. I'm starting to roll the snowball down the hill, and soon it will become an even bigger snowball. A snowball as big as...............I'm rambling. But anyways, that's all for now. One tribe y'all.