| ok, I had to |
[Feb. 7th, 2007|08:30 pm] |
I had to post about this. Right now I'm feeling really really stoned, as a result of sleep deprivation and being really sick. So right now I'm not noticing the sick part so much, and I'm just feeling really loopy. But I've also just recently come to understand a few things.
INFINITY: Infinity is a series of neon green dots. All of the dots have arcing lines around them, at every possible angle, at every possible arc, and at ever possible distance from the dot. All of the dots are infinitely close to one another. The space between the dots and lines is really dark blue. It's really intense. I've been staring at it for about 15 minutes.
On that note, I had discovered the hundreds of thousands of levels of my conciousness, about two years ago, and I now realize how ridiculously small that is compared to the infinity.
ME, WHEN I DIE: I want to be in many many pieces when I die. I don't mean that I want to be killed by being cut into pieces, but once I'm dead, I want my body to be in many pieces. Be that through cutting, blending, burning or chipping, i don't care, but it's just a feeling I've got that I need to have happen.
So, have fun with that, kids. |
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| smiley face cookies |
[Feb. 7th, 2007|06:29 pm] |
ok, gang, I'm back. I've been quite the sick puppy as of late, and I'm only starting to feel better, so this post will also be short. Just letting you know. I haven't slept in about 43 hours.
So how 'bout them smiley faces on the cookies, huh? Why I remember this one time, I was walking my dog down the street when this hooker walked up to me. This is all of that story that I remember, but I've since been told that at that point I was hit on the back of the head (pre-surgery) by a falling brick that was falling sideways, and I fell down, and choked on the smiley face cookie I had been eating. oof.
I'm out like my health from my body. |
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| Palm Trees |
[Feb. 1st, 2007|10:02 pm] |
Now, is it just me, or do you think of hairy palms whenever you hear "palm trees?"
I'm out like cantaloupe...in...a palm tree |
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| Tarantulas |
[Jan. 30th, 2007|10:58 pm] |
And I'm back to the post machine! And there was much rejoicing. That's right, you damn well BETTER rejoice. And you better rejoice good...
So, firstly, tarantulas are like, the super cool. They're all like... big, and hairy... and... sharp. That's right, I said sharp. What are you gonna do about it? I was at the zoo once, and I saw this lady crying because the zoo man was forcing her to touch a tarantula. I was in the backgroud laughing at her misfortune. It was amusing. Then the tarantula got scared by one of her sobbing jerks, and whipped around and pounced on her hand. Bit the hell out of it too. That was amusing. I mean amazing... No, I mean amusing.
Have you ever noticed that the people that own tarantulas never name them the things that other people think they should be named? Other people think that pet tarantulas ought to be named things like The Creepinator; or Icky Crawly; or Oh Jesus What The Fuck Get It Off Of Me!; or Sorry Man I Didn't Mean To Step On It. But the people that own them, they're the ones that name them. So tarantulas end up getting names like Betty; or Cuddles; or Dog; or Hey Mary Sue, Catch! I personally prefer the last, but that's just me.
I think that soon, I might start posting based on suggestions that I come up with, but I'm not sure. As an improv comedian, it seems less pure to me to come up with things to write about on my own. I figure if someone demands that I write about something, I have to find a way to make that funny. Let me know. |
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| Soft Shell Tacos |
[Jan. 25th, 2007|11:20 am] |
Ok, why do they call them soft shell tacos? If it's soft, it's not really a shell, is it? No it's not. They should just be soft tacos. It's like with soft shell crabs. They should just be soft crabs. Speaking of soft crabs, do you think they make a satisfying squishing noise when you step on them? I think they should, because that'd be pretty cool. and really, with soft tacos, why don't they just roll it all up like a burrito, so the food doesn't fall out of the tortilla? what's the point of the tortilla if you're just gonna get shit all over your hands anyway? I say if you're gonna get messy, get messy, and don't pretend to be trying to prevent it.
I really like tacos. They are the tasty. Last night I really wanted a tostada. from taco bell. It's like a flat taco. Amazing. Why make it flat? So they can charge you more, that's why. But I dug it. Dig it. ANywho, I really wanted a tostada, and I still haven't gotten one. SO if you're ever in the mood to buy me some food, a couple of taco bell tostadas would be greatly appreciated.
That's all I have time for at the moment. SO I will leave you with this thought: Why can't pigs fly, and why are people always talking about how they can't, and doesn't it make the pigs feel bad to have their deficiencies pointed out all the time?
I was going to start posting a lot more often, like... almost every day, but I'm leaving for the weekend, so I won't post 'till sunday or monday. In that time, I expect to have AT LEAST 4 different people commenting letting me know what else I should post about.
I'm out like 1337 5P34K at the popular kid's table. |
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| Little People |
[Jan. 24th, 2007|10:45 pm] |
First off, why the hell are we supposed to call them "little people" now? What the fuck is that shit? If I was a "little person" I sure as hell wouldn't want people to call me that. I'd be all like "FUCK you, man, you think you have the right to label me just because you think the labels you used to give me were offensive?" That's what I'd be like. Just like that. Little people has got to be one of the most degrading "politically correct" term ever. And speaking of PC, what the fuck is up with that? Political Correctness is the most useless, unrealistic, useless, stupid, ridiculous, useless things ever invented. Half of the time when there's a PC term, it's more offensive than the term it's replacing. Midget. Little Person. I'd rather be a midget. Shell Shock. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I'd rather have shell shock. I don't want to have a disorder. Of course, I DO have a disorder, at least, I was diagnosed with one back in sophomore year... I'm sure most of you know by now that I was diagnosed with ODD. This just amuses the hell out of me.
Secondly, I like little people because they're smaller than I am. All my damn friends are taller than me (bastards), and it makes me feel short. And when I meet people that are shorter than I am, it makes me happy. And when I meet people that are WAY shorter than I am, like little people, it makes me feel SUPER happy. And I tell them that. I figure, it's a fair trade. I get to be happier, because there's someone that's so ridiculously smaller than I am, and they get to be happier because they're making my happy. So I says to them I says "Man, thanks for being SO short. It makes me feel better about myself to know that there are people as small as you around. Keep up the good work, man, keep it up. I dig it.
Thirdly, some little people aren't really little people, they're more like... small children. Well, that's exactly who they are. Small children tend to irritate me. Especially in public places. They're always really loud, and run around and make fools of themselves. Which isn't to say that that isn't EXACTLY what I do, but when small children do it, it's irritating. I dunno why. When people my age are running around like idiots, being loud, I think it's amusing, and all in good fun. When little kids do it though, it irritates me. Maybe it's because of their damned high pitched voices. High pitched voices really get on my nerves. One of the reasons that I can't stand ANYONE that talks like a little kid. I'm like "FUCK YOU MAN. Drop your voice a couple of octaves, so's I can hear you!" I'm partially deaf. I can't hear some of the higher pitches that most other people can. Maybe that's another reason that I don't like high pitched voices.
So once again, I put the fate of this blog in your hands. Give me a topic, or suffer the consequences. This is more of an entertainment piece than anything, so if you're not entertained, let me know. And I will make fun of you in my next post. HOORAY!!!
I'm out like a light bulb that just got turned out. Off. whichever. |
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| fo really |
[Jan. 23rd, 2007|10:51 pm] |
So basically, I figure, hey, I be bored, (I be bangin'), so I'ma write some stuff and put it on the intronet.
I is the currently trying to get michee to stop snoring without waking him up. He gets so little sleep while we're around, because we make lots of noise that I want to let him sleep, but now he's making lots of noise.
SO, I'm trying to find a job. But not really very hard. I'm kind of half assing my job search. Oh well, it'll work out eventually. Why are all of the job positions advertised on the internet management positions? it's bullshit.
I think I need a really good topic to rant the hell out of. That's what a blog needs. A rant that goes off on all kinds of weird tangents, and doesn't even really have a point at all. Don't you agree? So I think that, mayhaps with your help, I will post more frequently on LJ if you wishes. Of course, I will need incentives. Like... Something to rant about. So if y'all bitches wanna get some good rant action coming from me, you's a gonna need some ideas for me. I'm not gonna come up with this shit alone...
Have fun under the sun, don't let the weather get you down, because right now down means all kinds of slush, and dirt. SO try to stay up, then only your feet will be covered in slush. I'm out like Elton John. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 10th, 2007|12:11 pm] |
I got into madison.
And battlestar galactica kicks ass |
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| ok, what the hell... |
[Nov. 20th, 2006|09:40 pm] |
so i went to taco bell today, and I was shocked, absolutely shocked at what the girl behind the counter said to me. i will give you the script of what was said (as closely as I can remember)
her: you look like someone from TV
me: sorry...
her: do you get that a lot?
me: well, I've gotten charlie sheen and harry potter, neither of which thrill me.
some other dude at the counter: you look like kramer from seinfeld
me: oh, that's so much better
her: you look like owen wilson
(Owen Wilson? what the fuck!? Owen Wilson!? I don't look like owen wilson!)
me: oh?
her: you know who owen wilson is?
me: of course i know who he is
her: except cuter, owen's kind of got the old man look
what the hell. owen wilson. absolutely ridiculous. I am appalled.
oh, and improv is amazing. everyone should come to our show at the Brave New Workshop on the first sunday of december at 4:00 pm. that's 1600 hours.
it'll be amazing. |
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| whaddaya know, I'm actually posting... |
[Sep. 28th, 2006|10:28 pm] |
ok, so, well... on the rare occasions that I write songs (I only write them when I feel inspired to, i.e. when a couple of lines pop into my head that I think are aight, and I decide to write a song around them.) I do feel the need to share them, and to ask for opinions on them.
so, please tell me what you think, this is the first love song I've written (and like what... the 4th song total?) and I want feedback.
What I really need
is something that can't be seen
I need some clarity about what I've been missing.
If my feelings for you
had ever been untrue
I would have shown you something so you knew.
If I need justification
for feeling like the king of a nation
I just look at you
my feelings are renewed
y'know, it's better'n Playstation
I want you to feel
that my love for you is real
and if you didn't it would make my heart peel.
You make me feel so nice
before you my heart was ice
but now it's warm with my love for you
It makes me feel alright
but I don't think I'll sleep tonight.
so, that's the song... I have no title, but, yeah... (I just wanted to put a limmerick in there, so there you go)
also, I'm like, SUPER DUPER EXCITED for the pick of destiny!!!! OMGZORZ!!!!!!
Who's with me? |
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| goes like this... |
[Sep. 3rd, 2006|07:29 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | bed | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  infatuated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | linkin park on josh's iPod | ] |
ok, it's official. I have a thing for her. Like... hardcore. Y'know how people say that someone is their muse? Yknow, like,"oh, they just open me up, I am so creative now that they're in my life... blah blah blah..."? well, I really don't understand that. I really don't feel creative, and i'm not really coming up with any new and interesting thoughts, I just think about her. And usually, when I have something on my mind as insistently as this, I get irritated, or annoyed. But i'm not. I'm quite pleased with ALWAYS thinking about her. Although, I would prolly enjoy it even more if i had some kind of indication that she felt even REMOTELY the same way about me.
bits that are not necessarily problems, but may cause discomfort. She's almost 2 years younger than me. She's like... 4 months younger than jack. which, when I think about it kind of seems like a lot at my age... but when I'm with her, doesn't even cross my mind. Also, we are in a social situation that means we're going to be seeing eachother as a part of a team like group every week. this could cause awkwardness if anything romantic happened between us, either for the rest of the group, or, if whatever it is that might happen were to end, or if I let her know how i feel, and the feeling was not returned, it could be awkward for us...
I just had to get that out... i'm gonna go to sleep now...
one more thing... i really would like you to comment on this thing... I'm feeling a little down (just a tad, prolly cuz my neck hurts s'damn much) and (I know its pathetic, don't laugh) it kind of makes me feel more loved and accepted when people respond to my livejournal posts, so, Please? |
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| Improv show |
[Aug. 12th, 2006|12:01 pm] |
So, like, i'm taking this improv class at Brave new Workshop, which is fucking awesome. So much the fun... four hours of improv a day, four days a week, for two weeks. that's 32 hours of improv. YAY!!!
also, we're having a show, so people can watch us making asses of ourselves. EVEN MORE YAY!!!
Shows on sunday august 20th, at BNW at 3:00 pm (tha's 1500...) it'll be awesome. Y'all should come. its free!!! |
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| this is what I can remember... |
[Jul. 22nd, 2006|12:57 pm] |
so last night, I got home and wrote down as much as I could remember of the song that sam kyle and I were singing off the tops of our heads (and at the top of our lungs), walking down the middle of the street. Now it seems really rediculous, but at the time, it was hardcore... and I think it's better if you hear the way we were singing it...
For Sam and Kyle, man... tell me if I forgot anything.
There's a car coming
there's a car coming
to run us down
There's a car coming
there's a car coming
to run us down
to fun us downtown to the slammer
can't ever drop the soap
they take us down to the slammer
on my first day I got into a fight
it lasted us all through the night.
and now on the next day
My ass still just don't feel right.
yeah... so, that's all I could remember... |
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| that made the whole thing worth it. |
[Jun. 10th, 2006|07:18 am] |
thanks jordan, you made the whole night worth it.
NEVER have to play pomp and circumstance again.... and Catrina Poor is GONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! So much the happy. |
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| I FUCKING LOVE RAIN!!! |
[Jun. 5th, 2006|11:14 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  just plain good, a lot of good | ] |
oh my jebus, dancing in the rain in the middle of the night is SO much good. aaaahhhhhh.... this is the first time we've gotten a really got rain all year!!! I'm just taking a break right now, I'm a little out of breath, but then I'm heading out there again.
Who's with me? |
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| goddamn |
[May. 8th, 2006|09:03 am] |
that didn't go very well.... though, I s'pose it very rarely does...
went better than some others... |
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| 'nother post |
[May. 4th, 2006|11:08 pm] |
finally.
and, well, I haven't much TO post.
I'm done with calc, thats good.
I'm done with ref recert, thats good.
yah/ |
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| bagpipes!!! |
[Apr. 13th, 2006|11:08 pm] |
and such what
there were bagpipes playing at phelp's park today, they do that a lot when it's warm, it's fun because we can hear them from the house.
Also, I am just getting over a massive headache that i've had for the past day and a half, and I hope it doesn't start getting worse, because that was fucking crippling.
And also, I haven't written any more of my story, but i'm going to, I promise.... I do that a lot. I start writing a story, but never finish it. I can't finish stories...
tvch
(pronounced "chech", for those of you that need phoenetic translations. |
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| I'm actually updating again... |
[Mar. 29th, 2006|06:28 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  ow is an understatement | ] |
| [ | music |
| | guater fountain | ] |
pretty crazy.
so, for those of you that are interested in more of my story, I ask you, ought I to post the whole thing as i have it, or just post from where I left off? (I don't have more yet, because I've been too fucking lazy to typr the motherfucker, it's all handwritten in a notebook, I'll get to it.)
Mad crazy super duper EXtreme happy shout out to CHARLAY!!! and JULAY!!!! for showing up at my house yesterday, and watching me with my pain meds. sorry I was so tired. but super EXtreme for you. Anyone else that would like to visit me, Please do, i like the distractions. Espessially over spring break, because i don't think I'm going to be able to get up and go many places (and I've only got 5 days worth of vikodin left).
And for the Meeslia, who does the awesome, you are super kick ass, you rock, you are the top of cool. I very much appreciate the daily visits, and the amount of time you spend with me, I promise when I can move better, I'll make it worth your while.
I've been thinking a lot lately that..... well, I haven't realy been thinking about much of anything lately, nevermind. I did have a dream last night, though. I can't really remember it, but something was going on. I know that I was with the Sam, and we were somewhere west of my house. I had to be home by 11:30 (this is a.m.) so we started walking towards my house. I know that I had apple chips in my pocket, and that I ate two apple chips for every block we walked... it was weird. So we're walking towards my place, but we were too lazy to walk to a street (we were in the middle of the block) so we started cutting through people's yards. And their garages. So we were almost to my place, and then we met up with a bunch of kids... I think that charlie might have been with them, but I'm not sure. There was this one girl that looked familiar, but I didn't kno wher name, so I said to her I said some thing to the effect of "you look familiar, what's your name?" so her name was rachel..... and then we got to my place, and I told everyone to come visit me, because i can't go out, but then I realized that I WAS out, and realized that there was no surgury, or at least no effects from it, so either it didn't happen, or I was already healed.
then I woke up with searing pain in my neck and took some vikodin.
so that's my dream |
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