An ad just came on TV selling "It's OK to say Merry Christmas to me" buttons. That's right. They're selling buttons with this awful motto on them. I thought about it before, when my co-workers gleefully exclaim "Merry Christmas" to customers as they leave the store. What if they don't celebrate Christmas? What if they just bought their holiday gift, not their Christmas gift? Well this button solves that problem for all of us. No longer are we left to ponder the unanswered. With these nifty and inexpensive buttons (ten for ten dollars) we now know who the pagans are. Who the evil, non-celebratory people are. No button you say? Oh well your just going to hell aren't you?
12/20/08
There's something satisfying about waking before the sun. Getting in touch with the morning. But god i wish i was still warm.
12/16/08
The regular readers of my blog may have noticed something a little off the last few weeks. The few posts that I have managed to put up have been considerably shorter and what could only be described as a little off. I'm quite aware of the shift in my writing. I don't think the last two had a single curse word in them or any hint at violence. No, I'm not on any mood stabilizing miracle drug, I haven't started seeing a shrink who has suggested I cool it. The simple answer is my mom reads my blog.
"I've noticed your writing has gotten better. Your spelling has improved drastically, but fairy is spelled f-a-i-r-y not f-a-r-i-y. Write a less...umm... angry post and I'll let so and so know about it." hmmm busted. Actually this would only be a problem if my mom wasn't freaking awesome and cared about shit like that. It has effected my last few blogs. Little more hesitant to write about how f-ed up people are when you know your mother is going to be reading all those four letter words and mean remarks about how stupid your roommates can be. Love ya ma!
I got the, 'you know anybody can read what you post online' lecture and got reminded potential employers can read my blog. Honestly I hope a potential employer does read my blog and hires me. Yes anyone can read my blog, there isn't a password on it, and yes some of the things I say can be a little...rough?. If what I say gets anyone upset just remember I mean it all in great sincerity and honesty. If it hurts your feelings you probably need new ones anyways. I'm not writing the family's Christmas letter or a formal letter of business. It's a freaking blog.
"I've noticed your writing has gotten better. Your spelling has improved drastically, but fairy is spelled f-a-i-r-y not f-a-r-i-y. Write a less...umm... angry post and I'll let so and so know about it." hmmm busted. Actually this would only be a problem if my mom wasn't freaking awesome and cared about shit like that. It has effected my last few blogs. Little more hesitant to write about how f-ed up people are when you know your mother is going to be reading all those four letter words and mean remarks about how stupid your roommates can be. Love ya ma!
I got the, 'you know anybody can read what you post online' lecture and got reminded potential employers can read my blog. Honestly I hope a potential employer does read my blog and hires me. Yes anyone can read my blog, there isn't a password on it, and yes some of the things I say can be a little...rough?. If what I say gets anyone upset just remember I mean it all in great sincerity and honesty. If it hurts your feelings you probably need new ones anyways. I'm not writing the family's Christmas letter or a formal letter of business. It's a freaking blog.
12/9/08
I was reminded today why I'm thankful I can't have kids. People, woman specifically, seem to think it's OK to come up to babies and touch them, comment on them, and speak to them. Who do they think they are? "What a cute baby. Look at that hair. You got your daddy's eyes don't you?" Don't talk to my baby woman! And no, she does not have her father's eyes. While your at it keep your hands off my child. You probably haven't washed your hands all day.
I know kids need to be exposed to other people. They're like dogs that way. When they are little you need to get them out in public so they aren't afraid of people. Maybe it's just my possessive side coming out. Yeah if I had a kid I wouldn't tell people to step off. That's just a bad example for them, but you can be I'd be thinking it every time a old woman tried pinching my child's cheeks or started talking baby talk to my little one.
I know kids need to be exposed to other people. They're like dogs that way. When they are little you need to get them out in public so they aren't afraid of people. Maybe it's just my possessive side coming out. Yeah if I had a kid I wouldn't tell people to step off. That's just a bad example for them, but you can be I'd be thinking it every time a old woman tried pinching my child's cheeks or started talking baby talk to my little one.
Sitting outside in the freezing wind, drinking a Starbucks and noticed two doors down from the piping hot coffee store was a Marble Slab. You think the employees are at war with each other. They give each other evil looks when they leave for the night. "Coffees better!! Ice Cream rules!!" They plot expeditions into each others stores. You know if it came to an all out battle, throwing product at each other, the coffee folks would win out. Ice cream balls might hurt a bit but coffee cups hmmm....
12/1/08
You ever get an image in your head? It's two o'clock in the morning and this is what I've got so far:
A woman with porcelain skin sits alone in her apartment. She is in her mid to late twenties. Her hair is cut just above shoulder length and the brown shine reflects the light coming from her floor lamp in a magnificently mundane manner. She's dressed in a simple floral dress that flatters her small frame but isn't quite filled out in the chest. Quietly sitting with her hands in her lap, she adjusts slightly and the plastic covered couch makes an almost silent squeak. The couch is a mint green and would be seen as outdated outside the walls of the apartment but is right at home where it rests. The wall behind her is dimly lit but bare. Painted green some might describe it as mint green. This green is different than the couch however, as though the walls were painted and faced with the impossibility of finding a matching couch she settled for her current one. She sits there waiting, not turning as a passing car slowly illuminates each part of the room separately as it passes outside her covered window. Dressed for the night she waits. Not waiting for anyone or thing in particular; simply waiting.
Weird huh? Maybe I should get some sleep...
A woman with porcelain skin sits alone in her apartment. She is in her mid to late twenties. Her hair is cut just above shoulder length and the brown shine reflects the light coming from her floor lamp in a magnificently mundane manner. She's dressed in a simple floral dress that flatters her small frame but isn't quite filled out in the chest. Quietly sitting with her hands in her lap, she adjusts slightly and the plastic covered couch makes an almost silent squeak. The couch is a mint green and would be seen as outdated outside the walls of the apartment but is right at home where it rests. The wall behind her is dimly lit but bare. Painted green some might describe it as mint green. This green is different than the couch however, as though the walls were painted and faced with the impossibility of finding a matching couch she settled for her current one. She sits there waiting, not turning as a passing car slowly illuminates each part of the room separately as it passes outside her covered window. Dressed for the night she waits. Not waiting for anyone or thing in particular; simply waiting.
Weird huh? Maybe I should get some sleep...
11/20/08
WTF! I don't know what to say. Discovery Health should not be allowed on TV, or at least should be by order only, like Playboy channel or something. Just surfing along, flipping through the channels, not really paying attention. BAM! 300lb woman, on the floor, in her home, completely naked, gives birth to a freaking baby. Right there. No doctors or convinent white sheet. Not even laying down, she's on all fours, curses a few times and pop there's a baby. The midwife seems to pull the baby out, wipes it off and hands it to the mom, still naked, sitting on the floor. They don't even bother with the cord. Two yards of it just bundled up on the woman's lap. WTF! OMG What if there were children in the room? I don't want my children exposed to that stuff. Forget violence on TV, I'm 20yrs old and now scared for seeing that.
I'm so glad I'm a man. Messy, gross and ugh. I'm sorry but child birth is not a magical, wonderful moment. Maybe the pregnancy is wonderful and all but the final act...no not at all.
I'm so glad I'm a man. Messy, gross and ugh. I'm sorry but child birth is not a magical, wonderful moment. Maybe the pregnancy is wonderful and all but the final act...no not at all.
11/18/08
I call everyone kid. If your under 35 your a kid. Some people think it's a pretentious thing, or because I'm arrogant and look down at them. Nah I say. Not true. Just something I picked up somewhere along the way. This is true however, high school kids deserve to be called kids. They drive me crazy. Yeah yeah I know I was in high school myself not to long ago. I didn't like them then either.
You travel in packs, roaming the malls and local public areas. With no regard to those around your gang walks side by side clearing any walkway. Why must you try so hard to be cool? Everyone has their iphone out, talking as loud as possible to their newest b.f.f. or b.f.f.e.a.e. Dude you shouldn't go through an Axe can every other day. Showering is a necessity now, do so daily. Ladies, perfume is not a pheromone, your presence doesn't need to be sensed a mile down the road. Please stop invading my coffee shops. I know it's the cool place to meet up, but unless your buying a cup of joe just go to the park. If there is more than four of you, just go somewhere else. Your too freaking loud. No a double chocolate chip thingy with whipped cream and syrup on the top doesn't qualify as drinking coffee, its a milkshake at best. I don't know you, I don't want to know you. The day I graduated from high school was the day I became better than you in every single way, or at least earned the right to act like I am.
Yes, some of you are rather cool and not a pain like your brethren. Hang in there. The jocks and blonds will still be there in college, but at least there everyone will know they are complete idiots, including your professors. They'll form these groups calls fraternities and sororities so they don't feel so out of place when the rest of their class grows out of the high school clicks and overall idiocy that prevails in H.S.
You travel in packs, roaming the malls and local public areas. With no regard to those around your gang walks side by side clearing any walkway. Why must you try so hard to be cool? Everyone has their iphone out, talking as loud as possible to their newest b.f.f. or b.f.f.e.a.e. Dude you shouldn't go through an Axe can every other day. Showering is a necessity now, do so daily. Ladies, perfume is not a pheromone, your presence doesn't need to be sensed a mile down the road. Please stop invading my coffee shops. I know it's the cool place to meet up, but unless your buying a cup of joe just go to the park. If there is more than four of you, just go somewhere else. Your too freaking loud. No a double chocolate chip thingy with whipped cream and syrup on the top doesn't qualify as drinking coffee, its a milkshake at best. I don't know you, I don't want to know you. The day I graduated from high school was the day I became better than you in every single way, or at least earned the right to act like I am.
Yes, some of you are rather cool and not a pain like your brethren. Hang in there. The jocks and blonds will still be there in college, but at least there everyone will know they are complete idiots, including your professors. They'll form these groups calls fraternities and sororities so they don't feel so out of place when the rest of their class grows out of the high school clicks and overall idiocy that prevails in H.S.
I've never been one to get swept up in the holiday spirit. No Christmas carols, no god awful sweaters, no over the top shopping sprees. I do however now work at a store that seems to pride itself in being Holiday Central for decorating your house. OMG the glitter is everywhere! They had to dip those flowers in a glitter tank, or sprayed it on like paint. Walking home from work, someone might think I got in a fight with a ferry and lost big time. Probably a path from the store to my car, a sparkly silver trail. I get home and its like I just got home from the beach, only much shinier. The glitter is on my clothes, in my hair, hidden behind my ears, and places no glitter should be found. Glitter everywhere. There's no hiding from it. I fought the glitter and the glitter won. Freaking sparkly holiday.
11/17/08
I love going to the coffee shop. Not so much for the coffee, I can make that at home for so much less, but rather for the people that seem to like going to the coffee shop. Sitting there with my ungodly hot cafe mocha a girl about my age and three months pregnant asks if she can share my table. I'm sitting at a table with really comfy chairs (so you know it's not Starbucks) and she wanted to sit in one, her having this thing grow in her and all. So she's sitting a few feet away from me, much closer than any stranger usually sits in this type of setting. I feel we really had a bond going. Each sitting in our comfy chairs reading our books in silence.
A few pages after she sits down someone she knows comes into the shop. "Your pregnant!" Obviously they don't see each other that often since my table mate now looks like she ate an entire watermelon in one bite. They start talking and I soon lose all interest in what my book says.
I don't like this new girl. She broke the silence at our table and is talking incredibly too loud. I'm within arms length of the two and am busy trying to pretend to read. I listen to bits and pieces of their conversation, missing parts when I start trying to guess how long it would take me to normally read the page I'm on if I were actually reading. I can't let them know I'm spying on their conversation and feel it necessary to turn the page every once in awhile. I can go back and "reread" those pages.
This new girl is all about her. What she's been up to and how she spent last night.
I soon lose interest in their conversation, they say their goodbyes, and my table mate leaves. I'm engrossed in my book, really this time, until snobby chick starts talking on her phone, once again in a louder than needed voice.
A few pages after she sits down someone she knows comes into the shop. "Your pregnant!" Obviously they don't see each other that often since my table mate now looks like she ate an entire watermelon in one bite. They start talking and I soon lose all interest in what my book says.
I don't like this new girl. She broke the silence at our table and is talking incredibly too loud. I'm within arms length of the two and am busy trying to pretend to read. I listen to bits and pieces of their conversation, missing parts when I start trying to guess how long it would take me to normally read the page I'm on if I were actually reading. I can't let them know I'm spying on their conversation and feel it necessary to turn the page every once in awhile. I can go back and "reread" those pages.
This new girl is all about her. What she's been up to and how she spent last night.
I went out with these people I just met. Totally not the sort of people I would chose to be friends with. All they could talk about is other people and sex. [My ears perk up.] I mean when my friends and I get drunk we get into conversations about religion and gun control. We have great epic conversations that would rival those Aristotle would of had. [I'm sure she was thinking that even if she didn't say it out loud] All they could talk about was gossip. As soon as two of them left, the others started talking about them. 'oh I can't stand them. did you know what he did last weekend?' I just felt dirty when I finally left...This girl goes on like this for a good ten minutes. I'm thinking that she's just a stuck up, 'I'm a smart college kid who is soooooo above these people' kind of person. Yeah, I judge people like that.
I soon lose interest in their conversation, they say their goodbyes, and my table mate leaves. I'm engrossed in my book, really this time, until snobby chick starts talking on her phone, once again in a louder than needed voice.
I'm just here studying...probably be here till around ten...ran into one of my friends, we used to be best friends. She's pregnant now and didn't even tell me. Yeah she always wanted to be a stay at home mom and I guess she's gunna do the whole single mom thing now. I can't believe she's pregnant...I went out with them last night, their just not the sort of people I would choose to hang out with...Don't you just hate those people that can't talk about anything more than other people and can't wait for them to leave the room for more than a minute before they start talking about them?
11/9/08
Like I said above I'm unbelievable pissed. If I had written this last night the post would of been full of foul, inappropriate, "I'm sorry mother" words and #$@%@#$ (shit like that). Woohoo we got a black president. I don't really care what your political stance is, you got to admit it's pretty awesome that we actually will have a black dude in the white house. Buuuuuuttttt that's not why I'm pissed. I'm mad at the freaking people in California, Arizona, Arkansas, and Florida. Ok yeah, Arkansas and Arizona no big surprises there. They hate gays. But California? We already had the right to marry there and now "wait nope we changed our minds". Arkansas's Initiative 1 went as far as to say gay couples can't adopt children. That has nothing to do with the sanctity of marriage folks. They just think queers are a danger to kids. So as the media is hooting and hollering about the great step that just happened in civil rights, they so kindly ignore what just happened in four of the states. hmmmm priorities?
So this is why I'm so upset. The GBLT (that's an acronym that means all the different people Evangelicals like to hate and tell they're going to burn) community, all across the country, allowed this to happen. For years gays have sat on their hands waiting patiently for someone to help them out. They haven't gotten mad at the slow decay of their rights. Sure a kid gets beat up or killed, but what you gunna do? That's the world we live in. Where are the laws protecting you from discrimination in the work place? nope not yet. Maybe one day...sigh...
Where are the angry gays who have had enough? You know what? No, it's not ok to use "gay" in exchange for saying something is stupid or dumb. Unless it likes to have sex with things its own gender don't call it gay. No, it's not ok to be referred to as someone's "gay friend". You're not a pet or novelty to be cherished like a shinny toy. "oh don't worry Tim doesn't act gay, he's cool" wtf does that mean?!? Act gay? You mean he doesn't carry a purse or wear a dress? That has nothing to do with being gay, that has to do with acting like a woman. Stop using sexual orientation as a character trait. It's not! Maybe when homos stop allowing others to treat them different or like some separate group, people will stop seeing them in a certain light. Stand up for yourself. "They don't mean anything by it" is no longer an excuse. They're supporting a bigoted f-ed up way of thinking.
If your not upset by the current situation you deserve the situation your going to find the country in a few years. I'm pissed and honestly I think more people should be. I don't care if your gay, bi, straight, or somewhere in the middle (or on your own separate path), take a close look at how your acting and the behavior you allow to take place around you. Grow some balls, my lesbian friends included, and start speaking up for yourself, your friends, and your family. Oh and if your thinking, "That's not me. I have plenty of gay friends" wrong. your part of the problem as well. For god's sake people wake up, stop accepting the sub-par conditions and demand a change. Not somewhere down the road, when people are more accepting, but now. People are being attacked, ideologically and physically, and it's not ok.
You want to have a conversation? Say something? Be my guest. Comment button is right down there. You can email me as well.
So this is why I'm so upset. The GBLT (that's an acronym that means all the different people Evangelicals like to hate and tell they're going to burn) community, all across the country, allowed this to happen. For years gays have sat on their hands waiting patiently for someone to help them out. They haven't gotten mad at the slow decay of their rights. Sure a kid gets beat up or killed, but what you gunna do? That's the world we live in. Where are the laws protecting you from discrimination in the work place? nope not yet. Maybe one day...sigh...
Where are the angry gays who have had enough? You know what? No, it's not ok to use "gay" in exchange for saying something is stupid or dumb. Unless it likes to have sex with things its own gender don't call it gay. No, it's not ok to be referred to as someone's "gay friend". You're not a pet or novelty to be cherished like a shinny toy. "oh don't worry Tim doesn't act gay, he's cool" wtf does that mean?!? Act gay? You mean he doesn't carry a purse or wear a dress? That has nothing to do with being gay, that has to do with acting like a woman. Stop using sexual orientation as a character trait. It's not! Maybe when homos stop allowing others to treat them different or like some separate group, people will stop seeing them in a certain light. Stand up for yourself. "They don't mean anything by it" is no longer an excuse. They're supporting a bigoted f-ed up way of thinking.
If your not upset by the current situation you deserve the situation your going to find the country in a few years. I'm pissed and honestly I think more people should be. I don't care if your gay, bi, straight, or somewhere in the middle (or on your own separate path), take a close look at how your acting and the behavior you allow to take place around you. Grow some balls, my lesbian friends included, and start speaking up for yourself, your friends, and your family. Oh and if your thinking, "That's not me. I have plenty of gay friends" wrong. your part of the problem as well. For god's sake people wake up, stop accepting the sub-par conditions and demand a change. Not somewhere down the road, when people are more accepting, but now. People are being attacked, ideologically and physically, and it's not ok.
You want to have a conversation? Say something? Be my guest. Comment button is right down there. You can email me as well.
11/6/08
Well dilemmas dilemmas... When I was very little, I had a forgiving side to me. Certain friends would do stupid, hurtful things and I would forgive them. I remember rather vividly my mom asking me why I would do that. We were sitting on a green bench outside the front of my house. Damn that bench lasted way longer than it should of. I guess as a kid, I just figured that's what you do. You forgive.
Getting older however changes you. I've become more guarded and cynical when it comes to people. I still want to think the best of people and trust them, it's just hard to do once they hurt you. Holding hate in your heart and not forgiving is truely unhealthy. That's not my problem. I forgave long ago. Trust is totally different however.
I was deeply hurt this summer. Without going into detail, I was wronged by someone, they screwed up big time. This time I can truly say I did nothing wrong. I thought it was a done deal. Never see or talk to the person again. Get over any feelings for them and move on. Time heals all wounds. Now they went and apologized and want to rebuild some kind of relationship. I use "relationship" to describe any kind of friendly connection. Messed up my plans for sure. I have no idea what to do. Forgive, forget, let them back in my life. Just close the door and keep things as they were. Despite my best efforts, feelings still lay underneath my armor. They would go away though in time. Right now there isn't many options. Distance and priorities. The question however is what to do with feelings.
I wish I could return to how I was as a kid. I trusted people with such ease. You said your sorry and I said "ok". No questions asked. What happened to me that stole that part away. Maybe through some effort I can get back to that place. I want to sit on that bench again, as a boy turning into a man, and be able to once again say, "that's just what you do".
Getting older however changes you. I've become more guarded and cynical when it comes to people. I still want to think the best of people and trust them, it's just hard to do once they hurt you. Holding hate in your heart and not forgiving is truely unhealthy. That's not my problem. I forgave long ago. Trust is totally different however.
I was deeply hurt this summer. Without going into detail, I was wronged by someone, they screwed up big time. This time I can truly say I did nothing wrong. I thought it was a done deal. Never see or talk to the person again. Get over any feelings for them and move on. Time heals all wounds. Now they went and apologized and want to rebuild some kind of relationship. I use "relationship" to describe any kind of friendly connection. Messed up my plans for sure. I have no idea what to do. Forgive, forget, let them back in my life. Just close the door and keep things as they were. Despite my best efforts, feelings still lay underneath my armor. They would go away though in time. Right now there isn't many options. Distance and priorities. The question however is what to do with feelings.
I wish I could return to how I was as a kid. I trusted people with such ease. You said your sorry and I said "ok". No questions asked. What happened to me that stole that part away. Maybe through some effort I can get back to that place. I want to sit on that bench again, as a boy turning into a man, and be able to once again say, "that's just what you do".
11/3/08
Oh kid next to me on the bus, are you retarded? You have a drool stain on your collar from last night. The stupid grin you wear won't go away. This language you slur is new to me. What do those hand signs mean? Are you having a seizure? Someone get help! Stop the bus! 911! Oh wait, your in a frat. Nevermind. False alarm.
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10/24/08
I think we can all agree that some places deserve to be cell phone free. Libraries, churches, movie theaters, sleep clinics; the basic quiet zones. Lets, as a collective society, add bathrooms to that list. I know some of you might be thinking, "what's wrong with the bathroom? It's a quiet place, out of the way, where I won't disturb anyone." In a way I guess your right. Nobody actually needs the bathroom to be quiet. Not like washing your hands requires your complete undivided attention, attention that will be lost if someone is hanging out talking to a business associate while doing their business. But lets really think about what your doing here. Your having a polite, often times formal, conversation while a few feet away someone is performing a rather private act. I don't know about you but I don't want to be standing at a urinal with some guy yakking next to me. Oh and the best is when they are taking care of nature's call while on the phone. Does the person on the other end know why your voice has an echo to it all of a sudden? "Sorry Jim, did you just enter a cave?"
I know you ladies may feel very differently about this. You girls go in groups and turn the act into a social event. Sometimes it seems right up there with tea parties and showers. "We really don't see enough of each other Sandy. Why don't we meet up at the bathroom on the third floor? Five o'clock good for you? All right it's a date." I know for a fact that some ladies rooms have couches and complete sitting areas. Yes I've seen them... I've come to accept that no women can go to the powder room alone. At least three must enter together. Women have taken the buddy system to a level men will never achieve. Just do everyone a favor and leave the cell phones in the bags.
So here's the proposal, to both sexes. Leave the cell phone talk out of the bathrooms. It makes for an uncomfortable situation for those around you and is kind of creepy. I assure you, if the person your talking to knew where you were they would agree with me completely. Oh and don't forget to wash your hands...WITH SOAP!
I know you ladies may feel very differently about this. You girls go in groups and turn the act into a social event. Sometimes it seems right up there with tea parties and showers. "We really don't see enough of each other Sandy. Why don't we meet up at the bathroom on the third floor? Five o'clock good for you? All right it's a date." I know for a fact that some ladies rooms have couches and complete sitting areas. Yes I've seen them... I've come to accept that no women can go to the powder room alone. At least three must enter together. Women have taken the buddy system to a level men will never achieve. Just do everyone a favor and leave the cell phones in the bags.
So here's the proposal, to both sexes. Leave the cell phone talk out of the bathrooms. It makes for an uncomfortable situation for those around you and is kind of creepy. I assure you, if the person your talking to knew where you were they would agree with me completely. Oh and don't forget to wash your hands...WITH SOAP!
10/7/08
A quick note to those of you in the classroom... When passing papers, pass them to the person behind you. Don't go sideways to your buddy in another aisle or get up and hand it to someone across the room. We've been doing this for over 12 years now, you would think people would have it down. Really it's a simple concept. Apparently the simplest things are the hardest for some people to understand and execute. That's what you get I guess for assuming college students know how to pass papers out.
10/1/08
You know what pisses me off to no end, more than pushy mothers and bad drivers combined? Flakes. Not the kind that you see in the kid's hair in front of you and that make you want to suggest a new shampoo. No, I'm talking about those people that can't keep a calender or simply don't care. "Want to hang out tomorrow, have lunch or something?" "Sure just give me a ring" Next day. "So where we going for lunch?" "Huh? Oh sorry I'm busy" or better yet, "ring ring ring... you've reached the mailbox of..." Yeah that last one kills me. They can't even be bothered to call or pick up the phone to say they can't come or do whatever. "oh he'll figure it out when I'm not there a few hours after we were supposed to meet up." If it's a memory thing start writing things down, set an alarm, get a personal secretary to follow you around. Maybe it's my fault. Every time I make plans with these people and they fail to hold up their end, you know the part where they actually show up, I'm surprised. Crazy I know. Repeat same actions, expect different results... But there I am again, waiting for someone I know ain't going to show. I've thought about double booking my time. That way I won't have wasted days when people decided to bail on me. Problem is then I'll be one of those people who flake when those who shall not be named actually do show up.
9/29/08
I don't want to get all sentimental on you guys. If you know me, that's just not my style. Sometimes though life throws you a curve ball. We can hid and play it safe. Not taking a chance and not risking getting hurt. Its the easy way out and yeah, would save us all a lot of grief and heart ache. That's the problem though. You got to hid from life to not risk feeling. Drama, pain, and all that shit is part of life and living. They make the rest all that more valuable. I say bring it on. Yeah I'll get a few bruises along the way, maybe a black eye or two, but at least I'll have some cool battle scares to show for it all at the end. Oh and the stories? Wait till you hear the stories.
Ok. I'm all done. You can stop making that gagging face. I promise no more sentimental stuff. Next post will be full of baby punching humor or something along those lines.
Ok. I'm all done. You can stop making that gagging face. I promise no more sentimental stuff. Next post will be full of baby punching humor or something along those lines.
9/21/08
Has anybody else experienced the awesomeness that is the auditorium in UC? There I am sitting in class, a few hundred kids surrounding me, when all of a sudden my chair starts to vibrate. Seriously, no coins needed. At first I'm pumped. I get to sit through Texas Politics while receiving a free message. What more can a guy ask for? After about ten minutes though I had enough. After some investigation I realized you can't turn these things off. I tried everything. No panel in the armrest, no hidden switch, no knob to turn. I even tried the clapper method, I passed it off as being overly supportive of some meaningless point made in the lecture. "Right on, Classical Liberalism is the bomb." Now I'm starting to get worried (and the guy next to me is worried for a different reason). Thirty minutes of vibrating can't be good for you. The students sitting next to me seem oblivious to my troubles. WTF! Just when I start to think the freaking chair is going to drive me crazy, I find the root of the problem. The little #$@%^& next to me is tapping her foot at such a high rate of speed and with such force she is actually moving the entire row of desks. "No No don't mind me, you go right ahead and shake like your off your meds. No, I always look this pissed off in the morning. It has nothing to do with the fact your constant shaking makes me want to smack you in the face with my spiral." I have no clue what was talked about in class, because I spent 45 minutes, yes 45 minutes, trying desperately to use my psychic abilities to will her leg from moving. I swear if class had gone on for just a few minutes she would of had a college rule notebook planted upside her head.
9/8/08
Oh how I love San Antonio. I kid, I kid. But one great thing about this town is the little circle of people that exists. We've all heard the six degrees theory. Everyone in the world can be connected to everyone else by no more than six degrees. Well in San Antonio, we cut that down to three. It seems to be impossible to find a new friend that has been untouched by at least one of your old friends in some way. I realize this might not seem like a big deal in some small college town, or if you were only dealing with students, but in a city this large and with the diversity of friends I have it's kind of freaky.
Now some might say this is a horrible thing to have, on the contrary, I love it. First, I tend to keep a rather good reputation, so no problem there. I like to believe somewhere in SA a conversation goes something like this: "You know Austin? Yeah met him at the party last night, you know him too? Oh yeah he's awesome, great guy." See, The San Antonio Circle does wonders for your social life. Second, our little circle makes it rather easy to do your homework. Meet a new person, no need for Facebook or Myspace, just ask a few friends, you'll get the whole story on them. "OMG dude run as fast as you can. They're a total loser."
Recently I had someone come and go through my life. At first I was a little upset over the whole ordeal. Did some talking though, with trusted friends, apparently not that big of a loss. Probably more like a blessing. This wonderful turn of events all thanks to The San Antonio Circle. Yes, The San Antonio Circle, bringing strangers together since 1980. This city might not be freaking awesome, but when viewed in the right light and taken advantage of properly its got some nice perks.
Now some might say this is a horrible thing to have, on the contrary, I love it. First, I tend to keep a rather good reputation, so no problem there. I like to believe somewhere in SA a conversation goes something like this: "You know Austin? Yeah met him at the party last night, you know him too? Oh yeah he's awesome, great guy." See, The San Antonio Circle does wonders for your social life. Second, our little circle makes it rather easy to do your homework. Meet a new person, no need for Facebook or Myspace, just ask a few friends, you'll get the whole story on them. "OMG dude run as fast as you can. They're a total loser."
Recently I had someone come and go through my life. At first I was a little upset over the whole ordeal. Did some talking though, with trusted friends, apparently not that big of a loss. Probably more like a blessing. This wonderful turn of events all thanks to The San Antonio Circle. Yes, The San Antonio Circle, bringing strangers together since 1980. This city might not be freaking awesome, but when viewed in the right light and taken advantage of properly its got some nice perks.
9/1/08
Most of you already know how I feel about love. It's a chemical addiction/reaction based on what you get from the other person. Once you stop getting those things from them you can just as easily fall out of love with them. About a month ago, my theory changed. I know, I know. Austin and love? That's like a duck and peanut butter. What happened you might ask. Did baby Jesus come down and show Austin the error of his ways? No such luck.
I was driving to work, stopped at a stoplight, spying in on the people beside me. It was a Dad and his little kid. The kid was locked into his car seat in the back seat, crying his eyes out. All of a sudden the Dad turns around and makes this horrible, funny? face. Instantly the kid cheers up. He does it a few more times, before the light changes. Big deal right? It got my thinking however. That's Love. This guy is making a fool out of himself, just to make his kid happy. He's not getting anything out of it. He wasn't irritated by the crying or trying to make the boy shut up. It was an act purely for making the little one happy. I pulled past them, when the light changed, smiling to myself. Now that's Love.
It's not this immature, "I have to see you or I'll die" crap, or "I love you I love you I love you" B.S. Love is the desire to make someone happy, just to make them happy. I want someone that will make a fool of themselves when I have a bad day. I want someone to make smile in the car. I'm in no hurry. It will come, haven't found that yet though. Till then I'll wait patiently. Thanks dude in car that I laughed at. Your awesome.
I was driving to work, stopped at a stoplight, spying in on the people beside me. It was a Dad and his little kid. The kid was locked into his car seat in the back seat, crying his eyes out. All of a sudden the Dad turns around and makes this horrible, funny? face. Instantly the kid cheers up. He does it a few more times, before the light changes. Big deal right? It got my thinking however. That's Love. This guy is making a fool out of himself, just to make his kid happy. He's not getting anything out of it. He wasn't irritated by the crying or trying to make the boy shut up. It was an act purely for making the little one happy. I pulled past them, when the light changed, smiling to myself. Now that's Love.
It's not this immature, "I have to see you or I'll die" crap, or "I love you I love you I love you" B.S. Love is the desire to make someone happy, just to make them happy. I want someone that will make a fool of themselves when I have a bad day. I want someone to make smile in the car. I'm in no hurry. It will come, haven't found that yet though. Till then I'll wait patiently. Thanks dude in car that I laughed at. Your awesome.
8/31/08
That's right. It's a two for one day.
I'm a little hesitant to share this with everyone on the web but.... I have a little creepy past time, or surfing habit. Like a lot of people, I do the whole stumble thing. Its a fun way of finding new sites, new photos, all sorts of things. If you don't know what I'm talking about Google that shit. Well I found a new way to stumble, without the Stumble part. After I post here, I go to my blog, make sure it looks right (I very seldom proof read), then I go up to the top and hit next. Go ahead try it. Yup, it brings you to some random person's personal blog. Weird feature to have ain't it? It's like walking into some unknown guys house and looking through his mail, scrapbooks, and photo albums. I'm amazed at some of the stuff people post on here. Anything from family photos, wedding pictures, creepy love poems, to a photo of a kid on the pot. Do they not realize anyone can get to their blog. Maybe they're like me and just don't care. If that's the case, kudos to them. But some of the sites you got to wonder... The best blogs though, have to be the blogs from other countries. Half the time I don't have a clue what their saying, but the pics are great. I dare you to try it. Give the next button a few clicks and see what comes up. No one will know...as long as you don't post it on your blog that is. Just be warned, there is some scary shit out there.
I'm a little hesitant to share this with everyone on the web but.... I have a little creepy past time, or surfing habit. Like a lot of people, I do the whole stumble thing. Its a fun way of finding new sites, new photos, all sorts of things. If you don't know what I'm talking about Google that shit. Well I found a new way to stumble, without the Stumble part. After I post here, I go to my blog, make sure it looks right (I very seldom proof read), then I go up to the top and hit next. Go ahead try it. Yup, it brings you to some random person's personal blog. Weird feature to have ain't it? It's like walking into some unknown guys house and looking through his mail, scrapbooks, and photo albums. I'm amazed at some of the stuff people post on here. Anything from family photos, wedding pictures, creepy love poems, to a photo of a kid on the pot. Do they not realize anyone can get to their blog. Maybe they're like me and just don't care. If that's the case, kudos to them. But some of the sites you got to wonder... The best blogs though, have to be the blogs from other countries. Half the time I don't have a clue what their saying, but the pics are great. I dare you to try it. Give the next button a few clicks and see what comes up. No one will know...as long as you don't post it on your blog that is. Just be warned, there is some scary shit out there.
8/27/08
I don't know how many times I have to hear the stupid name, Austin Powers. It never fails, meet someone new, they think they're going to be original and funny, "hey Austin Powers." Usually I'm nice about it and give them a little grin or chuckle. Like flirting with an ugly kid, just to give them something to write in their diary about. "Dear diary" they'll write after unlocking their little fuzzy pink book, "Today I met a guy named Austin. You'll never guess what I said to him. Go ahead guess. I said, like Austin Powers? It was hysterical. Philis from down the hall must of almost wet herself. I can't believe how funny I am sometimes. Maybe I should be in stand up...Austin Powers... ha" Then they'll lock their little book up and go to sleep dreaming of their stand up career that is doomed to fail and will surely end in some kind of overdose or deadly mugging. But honestly, inside, every time I hear that overused reference I'm thinking to myself "good one smart a--, like I've never heard that before. Wow! Where the hell you get that from?" (That's what I write in my diary just fyi) Where I draw the line though is when they add the "yeah baby". WTF?! Your an idiot and deserve to know you're one. Instantly the smile fads and I give them my best "shoot my now" look, and if I really decide to get my point across I'll add the "never heard that one before." That usually evaporates any joy they might of had coming up with their laughable attempt at humor. Stop with the bad movie references. They're not funny, not original, and not witty. Your a goober for thinking about it and all it says about you is that you have no sense of humor to call your own and that you enjoy really bad movies, movies for some reason, that keep getting made. Yeah baby. No! No baby! No!
Ready for this? I want a kid. Everyone else gets a little one to fuck up, why not me. Apparently God just hands them out.
8/15/08
"you don't look like the whipped cream type" -Starbucks worker.. What the hell does that mean? I'm not the whipped cream type? Maybe I don't look like the fun, whipped cream loving type of people they usually get. I was however wearing yellow shoes and a Yo Gabba Gabba shirt. How much fun can you have at Starbucks? I guess I shouldn't get to upset, I'm not the whipped cream type, but what about me screams "I don't want your fluffy, artificially sweetened topping!!!"?
8/14/08
I was sitting outside of Starbucks, doing the usual on my days off, reading and watching people, when a guy drove up on a motorcycle. If your anything like me, every time you see someone on a motorcycle, built for speed (cruising bikes just aren't the same), you give them a second look. So I'm sitting there waiting for him to take the helmet off when I realize where he parked his bike. Apparently the striped spot between handicapped spaces is not meant as a space for those who need a little extra room when getting in and out of their cars. Nooooo it's so this ass doesn't have to walk like the rest of us.
Come to think of it, this seems to be a common thing among those who ride motorcycles. You always see a bike parked next to the handicapped places or on that little oval of pavement at the end of the row of cars. No each place between the stripes is not a separate parking spot for bikes. Maybe it's just a personality thing. They have that extra daring gene in them that makes them want to ride a engine on two wheels and along with that gene comes the "i don't give a f--- about no stinking lines" attitude. What if someone in a wheelchair needed that space to get out of their car? Or maybe they needed to get up the ramp you so conveniently blocked? Go park your bike like the rest of us, in a parking spot. Have some courtesy and think about others for a change.
Oh and by the way, the guy, so not worth the extra time away from my book. I always get my hopes up just to be let down.
Come to think of it, this seems to be a common thing among those who ride motorcycles. You always see a bike parked next to the handicapped places or on that little oval of pavement at the end of the row of cars. No each place between the stripes is not a separate parking spot for bikes. Maybe it's just a personality thing. They have that extra daring gene in them that makes them want to ride a engine on two wheels and along with that gene comes the "i don't give a f--- about no stinking lines" attitude. What if someone in a wheelchair needed that space to get out of their car? Or maybe they needed to get up the ramp you so conveniently blocked? Go park your bike like the rest of us, in a parking spot. Have some courtesy and think about others for a change.
Oh and by the way, the guy, so not worth the extra time away from my book. I always get my hopes up just to be let down.
8/12/08
Women sound like horses on coblestone when they wear high heels. Think about that girls, next time you get dressed up.
8/11/08
I watched a balloon today, sitting in traffic, waiting for the light to turn green. Small and yellow, it had just enough helium in it to allow the yard or so of ribbon below to support its flight mid air. Halfway between falling and flying it jumped and danced as the wind carried it across six lanes of traffic. From one end of the street to the other, I waited for a car to run it over, popping it. Bobbing and weaving it crossed all rows of rush hour traffic, finally making to the yellow grass of the median. The light turned green and I sighed a sigh of relief. Is it wrong that I wanted so badly to jump out of my car, stop traffic, and safely escort the balloon across the street?
7/24/08
Is it just me or are smokers some of the rudest people around? Maybe the smoke just deadens their manners or that it take a special kind of person to inhale toxins and chemicals, all in the name of being cool. Don't kid yourself, that's the only reason you started smoking, it seemed like the cool thing to do. Just because the clouds of smoke don't bother you anymore doesn't mean the rest of us have to live with it. Yea you go outside to puff puff, but you know what? the rest of us that are outside went outside to enjoy the fresh air, not your clouds of death. The trees and the birds and the nature outside hates the smoke just as much as the chairs and the carpet do inside. Oh and the little butts that you leave around everywhere and throw out your car window, hate to break it to you but no matter how small they are they still fall under the category of trash and your littering. Maybe your used to filth and ash everywhere. Maybe you don't mind that your house smells like the cancer monster decided to nest in it. Maybe you think your shit don't smell. I got news for you though. The rest of us think its gross and nasty. I don't care what you do in your house, burn holes in the carpet and dump the ashtrays in the corner, but as soon as you step outside that door your in "our" world. Stop screwing it up and stop making everyone else suffer through your drug addicted, toxic spewing, fume carrying lifestyle.
Oh and if your going to be standing in line, don't smoke a cigar for at least 10min before hand. I don't want to smell ya.
Oh and if your going to be standing in line, don't smoke a cigar for at least 10min before hand. I don't want to smell ya.
7/22/08
Thought I would share part of my newest poster. Just finished a painting as well but need a better pic of that to post.
Edit 7/20:
Think real big. BIG!! Well maybe just Big!
7/19/08
So I'm sitting, well more like laying, in my bed, dead silent, about 12:00 in the morning (or night, never could figure out is midnight was a.m or p.m). All of a sudden on of those Sr. Mix-a-lot car alarms goes off right outside my window. You know, the ones that seem to be sampled from a bunch of different alarms. Right away I think of Dane Cook and his freaking car alarm song.
Hellllooooo? I'm a caaaarrrr. Gas-o-line makes me run. Back seat. Trunk space. Hellllloooo? Lets go for a riiiide. Oil. is. my. blood.
Just thought I'd share.
Hellllooooo? I'm a caaaarrrr. Gas-o-line makes me run. Back seat. Trunk space. Hellllloooo? Lets go for a riiiide. Oil. is. my. blood.
Just thought I'd share.
7/17/08
Do I come into your cubicle and throw your keyboard on the ground, spit gum on your desk chair, and let kids climb all over your office? Do I knock things over at your job, look at you and simply walk off? The answer is no. I realize your the customer and all that bull but you don't have to be an ass. I'm not there to pick up your trash, watch your kids, or clean up after you as though you don't know any better. Also, for your information, every shirt of the same design looks the same. You don't need to unfold all twenty shirts on a table to decide which one you want. I promise, the small on top looks exactly the same as the large underneath it. Its not like we're going to add something different to one, just to mix it up a bit.
And finally this is not some foreign market. Don't haggle with me trying to get me to knock a few dollars off the price. Don't expect the whole store to be marked down, if there isn't a sign posted it's not on sale. No, we don't have some secret sale that goes unadvertised and that we only extend to those who ask. "Oh as a matter of fact Ma'am your right. Those bags are on sale, we just don't want anyone to know. shhhh" "yes like the sign says thats 50% off. How much is that? Half. Really you can't divide by 2? Well I guess that means you have to pay the full price doesn't it?"
And finally this is not some foreign market. Don't haggle with me trying to get me to knock a few dollars off the price. Don't expect the whole store to be marked down, if there isn't a sign posted it's not on sale. No, we don't have some secret sale that goes unadvertised and that we only extend to those who ask. "Oh as a matter of fact Ma'am your right. Those bags are on sale, we just don't want anyone to know. shhhh" "yes like the sign says thats 50% off. How much is that? Half. Really you can't divide by 2? Well I guess that means you have to pay the full price doesn't it?"
7/8/08
I was talking to an old friend today and he mentioned how he went a few places these past months. I thought to myself I've been a few places as well.
I've been to places that reminded me of paradise, places that scared the shit out of me, places that stunned me with their beauty, and places that I never want to visit again.
I've traveled with a few friends, made some along the way and got separated from a few as well. I have met people I hope to never forget and a few I wish I could, but all have left me something.
I've been robbed blind, beaten up, left behind, and given treasures beyond imagination.
I've gotten lost, confused and turned around a few times. At moments I thought I knew exactly were I was but ended up in a completely different town. I've even taken a few unexpected detours on paths that seemed untraveled (those are the best kind of side roads, the unexpected ones).
Sometimes I ran to my next stop, other times sat and rested. I eagerly anticipated sights to come and wished to not take another step.
My back has been weighted down and at other moments I've been lifted up by the winds. The ran has soaked me to the bone, and the sun warmed my neck.
In the last few months I've seen a world of places and taken in a number of experiences. I've wrestled with where to go next and plotted out possible routes. It has been an interesting journey to where I am now. Not really sure I'm ready to take the next step, but the only possible direction to go is forward, standing still gets me nowhere and turning back...well thats just impossible.
I've been to places that reminded me of paradise, places that scared the shit out of me, places that stunned me with their beauty, and places that I never want to visit again.
I've traveled with a few friends, made some along the way and got separated from a few as well. I have met people I hope to never forget and a few I wish I could, but all have left me something.
I've been robbed blind, beaten up, left behind, and given treasures beyond imagination.
I've gotten lost, confused and turned around a few times. At moments I thought I knew exactly were I was but ended up in a completely different town. I've even taken a few unexpected detours on paths that seemed untraveled (those are the best kind of side roads, the unexpected ones).
Sometimes I ran to my next stop, other times sat and rested. I eagerly anticipated sights to come and wished to not take another step.
My back has been weighted down and at other moments I've been lifted up by the winds. The ran has soaked me to the bone, and the sun warmed my neck.
In the last few months I've seen a world of places and taken in a number of experiences. I've wrestled with where to go next and plotted out possible routes. It has been an interesting journey to where I am now. Not really sure I'm ready to take the next step, but the only possible direction to go is forward, standing still gets me nowhere and turning back...well thats just impossible.
6/29/08
Wow, had a epiphany last night. I have some self-destructive tendencies when it comes to relationships. I tend to expect the worse from people, even when there is little reason to do so. Maybe its based on past experiences, but whatever the reason it's not that fair to the people I know. Everyone is a different person and should be treated as such. Just because people have disappointed in the past doesn't mean everyone is like that. I find myself thinking that certain people can't be as good as they appear, or as genuine. Should give them a chance I guess, could be pleasantly surprised instead of disappointed. Hopefully it's not too late to turn things around.
And yes I know this post is not a rant or full of sarcasm and cynicism. Sometimes a little introspective reflection is necessary and good for you. Maybe you got some problems your not seeing, lets try to better this place we live and ourselves.
And yes I know this post is not a rant or full of sarcasm and cynicism. Sometimes a little introspective reflection is necessary and good for you. Maybe you got some problems your not seeing, lets try to better this place we live and ourselves.
6/24/08
As you probably know Carlin past away yesterday from heart problems. Every once in awhile you hear some disk jokey on the radio say something about him and his life. Well I was in the doctor's waiting room today and they had some sentimental radio station on that plays all that feel good music for the whole family to listen to on their way to vacation bible school. The DJ starts talking about Carlin and then puts on this soft, lyrical song about heaven and seeing you there. I just shook my head and felt sorry for Mr. Carlin. No your not going to see him in heaven and if you asked him, you wouldn't be there yourself. He was an ATHEIST people. He didn't believe in religion, heaven, God, or any such magic. Let him decompose in peace. He would of wanted it that way.
"What about Goblins, huh? Doesn't anybody believe in Goblins? You never hear about this.. Except on Halloween and then it's all negative shit. And what about Zombies? You never hear from Zombies! That's the trouble with Zombies, they're unreliable! I say if you're going to go for the Angel bullshit you might as well go for the Zombie package as well.." George Carlin, from "You Are All Diseased"
"What about Goblins, huh? Doesn't anybody believe in Goblins? You never hear about this.. Except on Halloween and then it's all negative shit. And what about Zombies? You never hear from Zombies! That's the trouble with Zombies, they're unreliable! I say if you're going to go for the Angel bullshit you might as well go for the Zombie package as well.." George Carlin, from "You Are All Diseased"
6/23/08
Heres some fashion advice ladies. Stop wearing those boots. Its about a hundred degrees outside and your wearing boots lined with fur. And when you wear them with little hoochie mama mini skirts, you just look like an Eskimo stripper, on her way back from work.
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6/18/08
"Bitch, get out of my way I got a baby on board!" We've all seen them, the little yellow signs people put up in their car window to let everyone else know, "hey don't f-ck with me I got a baby." Anyone else notice though that these crazy women, yes they all are women, are the worst drivers on the road. How many times have you been cut off, only to get that little yellow sign staring back at you, out of their back window? I didn't have the kid. I didn't chose to be a soccer mom, driving my brats everywhere. When did it become my responsibility to protect your kids while you drive like a maniac? Maybe these signs should start being posted on the windshield instead. That way some stressed out mother of three would think twice about going 80 down the highway, weaving in and out of traffic, not once using a blinker. "How dare you drive like that. I have kids in the car!" I see that. Probably should be watching the road then, instead of sticking your head out the window to yell at me for not getting out of your way.
5/18/08
WTF!? At school I always had my computer on mute so as not to disturb my roommate, yea I can be nice at times. Now however I don't have to worry about that so the sound is pumped up loud and usually playing some kind of really great music because thats how I roll. Well lately its been making really weird random noises. Not like "omg my computer is going to explode" noise but random dings and chimes and such. I always have a bunch of programs open and windows running on my desktop so they could be coming from anywhere. Every few minutes I hear one and get to go on a hunt. It's like playing a game with my computer, looking through all the windows to see if anything has moved or changed. Sometimes I expect to see some freakish monster hiding behind the open window with this look of guilt on his face as though I caught him making those random noises. Seriously its driving me crazy. Cut it out computer. Damn it, it did it again. Where is it coming from!!!???!!
5/15/08
Omg what a freaking long day. I drove to the park to do some running/walking. I know I can walk anywhere really I want to and don't need to drive somewhere, but the park is so nice and that way I usually don't have to worry about getting hit by cars, usually. Today however this was not the case. After running in circles for about an hour, covering around three miles I think, I tried to get back into my car with the key I had put in my shoe. Well come to find out, the wonderful people who engineered the Cadillac thought it would be a good idea to have a key that starts the car and an entirely different key that opens the car. How was I supposed to know this? Every other time I just use the little clicker and unlock the door with magic. Well since the key that I needed was locked in the car, along with my cell phone and wallet, I started walking...some more. I remember as a kid (I know not very long ago) there were pay phones everywhere. Those days however seem to have been killed with the rise of the cell phone. After walking about a mile I find a gas station with a pay phone, call home and... no one answers :( I try a few more times before deciding there is no telling when someone will be home and I better start walking my ass home. Long story short, kind of, I dodge cars, walk where there should be but isn't a sidewalk, and get honked at a few times before reaching someone at home on a different pay phone. In all I think I walked about 8 miles today and learned a very valuable lesson. The current move away from American made cars is most likely due to the fact they make too many f--king keys for their cars and can't simplify like the foreigners, an important lesson if I do say so. But... I got a nice tan going and plenty of exercise today so its not all bad I guess.
5/12/08
I know this is a little unlike my blog but can't help but share this video. The whole ecological apocalypse aside, this is a beautiful video. And yea I googled the whole bee dying thing and its scary sh-t. End of the world stuff people. I feel bad about killing that one bee that got in my room last semester. I'm sorry.
5/2/08
It's April, which means two things. Austin gets a year older and, for the rest of the world, they all get to pretend that they care about the Earth. The people of the world go around picking up trash, recycling plastic, and turning off lights. Everyone gets to sip their green tea, low fat, light creme, latte out of a recycled cup and sleeve and drive their Ford pick-up, that has never seen a day of work, to Lowe's and buy a few energy saving light bulbs. It seems like every corporation gets a soul this month and trys to convince the public they really care. They run their little adds about how they save the planet, right between a Hummer add and McDonald's commercial. Next month however I'm sure the pillaging, plundering, and all out rape of the planet will continue as usual. Actually I'm sure everyone will make up for lost time.
p.s. To continue my attack on smokers...cigarette butts are litter. Stop throwing them out your window! They can take up to 11 years to degrade.
p.s. To continue my attack on smokers...cigarette butts are litter. Stop throwing them out your window! They can take up to 11 years to degrade.
4/23/08
I have come to the conclusion that the telephone is making my roommate sick. He seems fine one moment, but as soon as the phone rings all hell breaks loose. His voice lowers and sounds weaker, and he can't seem to breath without coughing up a lung as he tells his mom in a meek whisper of a voice, "yea I feel a little better". It seems to me that the simple answer to his illness would be not to answer the phone. Really it's like night and day. The phone comes on and he's all "goodbye cruel world, I caught whooping cough". I know I should be a good roommate and deal with his time of pain and illness with compassion but when it becomes this apparent I really have very little patients and sympathy.
4/16/08
Ok a few of you may be saying to yourself... But Austin, now that your not on MySpace how am I supposed to keep track of all the wisdom and wonderful stories you post? Don't worry my children I've thought of that. See the little form to the left over there? Type in your email and you can receive my updates in your very own in box. Don't want to do that? If you use iGoogle or GoogleHome you can click the little Google box and have the magic Gold Star put right on your homepage in a little box all to itself.
4/11/08
If you are new, you might be wondering why everything here is from the same date. Well I was posting on MySpace, but got tired of messing with that site. Soooooo I moved everything over to here. Hopefully this way I'll stay on top of things better and be able to do what I want.
*This could make some people upset. If it upsets you maybe you should take a step back and see if this really applies to you or not*
Dear "Seasoned Students",
Props to you for going back to school. You have so much more to worry about than us young whipper snappers. You juggle work, kids, school, and real life all at once. You have overcome stereotypes and fears to return to school and better yourself and your situation. You Go! With that said I have a request. Stop talking about yourself and your wonderful kids in class. I don’t care that your kid is a genius sports star that can speak three different languages at the age of 2. I get your proud of him or her. What parent wouldn’t be proud of giving birth to the second coming. "Really the economy is in a recession? Well little Jimmy can walk on water." wtf?
And don’t think you kid-less old farts are off the hook. We all see you trying to get buddy buddy with the professor. Just because you sit at the front of the class and were born within the same decade as them doesn’t mean your their friend. Do you not notice how they roll their eyes every time you raise your hand to make some stupid remark about when you were a kid, or how your life experience has brought you to such and such conclusion? Just so you know. Every time you start a story with the words "my kid" or "it used to be" all those punk kids behind you are thinking "here we go again". We don’t care that your husband is a doctor and owns his own practice and worked his way up from dishwasher, or that gas prices were 10 cents a gallon when you got your first car, that didn’t have power locks or air conditioning or seatbelt and that you had to crank to start. Has your life become solely about your kids and what life used to be. Thats hard to believe. You work, have friends, watch tv.
Here’s a general rule for you "seasoned students". When you walk into a class pay attention to the size of the room and number of students there. The importance of your comment, story, or personal experience is inversely related to the size of the class. The more of us that have to listen to you talk the less we care to hear it. If there are only a few of us with ya, be my guest and speak up. Those types of classes actually are designed for you to tell us how little Kris "spelled with a K" reacted to his first day of daycare.
Sincerly,
The Kid Who You Know So Much
More Than But Is In The
Same Class As You
The Kid Who You Know So Much
More Than But Is In The
Same Class As You
I was sitting at Starbucks, its like crack for me, just people watching when a little kid started talking to me. His dad was sitting outside, totally ignoring him while he talked with some other woman. The kid was talking to me, kind of being annoying but what you gunna do he was probably 6 and even I can’t be mean to kids. Well his dad calls him back over and tells the kid he can’t talk to me anymore.
Now I get the whole don’t talk to strangers deal. There are bad people out there and kids need to be careful but.... do I really look that threatening? If the dad was worried about his kid maybe he should be paying closer attention to him and not let him run around like he was. Also on a totally different level what are parents really teaching kids with this whole "strangers are bad" deal. Yea there are bad people out there but do you really want your kids scared of the people they have to live with? Maybe a healthy respect is a better approach. Not a "fear the unknown" philosophy. Oh and to that dad, who was soooo worried about his kid. Your kid sat at my table for a good 10min, out of your sight, before you even noticed. I could of easily ran off with him.
Now I get the whole don’t talk to strangers deal. There are bad people out there and kids need to be careful but.... do I really look that threatening? If the dad was worried about his kid maybe he should be paying closer attention to him and not let him run around like he was. Also on a totally different level what are parents really teaching kids with this whole "strangers are bad" deal. Yea there are bad people out there but do you really want your kids scared of the people they have to live with? Maybe a healthy respect is a better approach. Not a "fear the unknown" philosophy. Oh and to that dad, who was soooo worried about his kid. Your kid sat at my table for a good 10min, out of your sight, before you even noticed. I could of easily ran off with him.
What do you do when you can no longer watch your friends hurt themselves and fall apart? Just so happens I know a few people who continue to put themselves in bad situations. At some point though I have to say enough, for their sake but mostly for mine. I’m aware this is a selfish act to some degree but I refuse to have people in my life that do that to themselves. I don’t want to put up with it. Some may say I need to stick with them and help them through this time. Screw that, putting others first is ok but I come first in my life, sorry. I might be an ass, but I see it as self preservation.
You ever listen to music and not help but smile? It wasn't a particularly wonderful day yesterday, nothing great happened, nothing to be really excited about but I couldn't stop smiling. The music was just right, the sun was shinning and it just seemed like a great day to be alive. For all the negativity and crap that goes on in my life, its moments like that that make me realize how awesome life can be. You walk outside and just feel like you should be in a cartoon, the birds singing, the trees dancing and the sun looking down at you with a big smile. I hope you have a day like that soon, it makes life so freaking great.
I was in Economics the other day and the professor got on some tangent about smoking. Well the T.A. started talking about how he used to smoke and all this other crap about his life that nobody really cared to hear about, then he says how he has been "sober" for 15 months. The response he gets? The whole class applauds him, wtf.
I reserve my applause for people who deserve them. Come on people, you clap for people who do things that require skill and effort. It's an easy way to say, "good job" "well done." Don't applaud for the dumb guy who quit smoking. Some of you are thinking "hey I quit smoking, it's really hard to do and takes commitment." Your absolutely right, it takes commitment to stop killing yourself and messing up your future. It takes commitment to stop doing something incredibly stupid that you decided to do in the first place. Know what? Good job at no longer being a dumb ass and quiting something you knew you shouldn't be doing in the first place. Yea good job *clap clap* Don't clap for recovering drug addicts, yea thats what you are smokers, drug addicts. They started the habit, they knew what they were doing, its their own fault they were addicted. Its simply retarded to clap for that.
I reserve my applause for people who deserve them. Come on people, you clap for people who do things that require skill and effort. It's an easy way to say, "good job" "well done." Don't applaud for the dumb guy who quit smoking. Some of you are thinking "hey I quit smoking, it's really hard to do and takes commitment." Your absolutely right, it takes commitment to stop killing yourself and messing up your future. It takes commitment to stop doing something incredibly stupid that you decided to do in the first place. Know what? Good job at no longer being a dumb ass and quiting something you knew you shouldn't be doing in the first place. Yea good job *clap clap* Don't clap for recovering drug addicts, yea thats what you are smokers, drug addicts. They started the habit, they knew what they were doing, its their own fault they were addicted. Its simply retarded to clap for that.
For those of you who have actually read my blogs, I'm sorry. Yea I know that most of them are just long rants about something or just me venting but hey its my blog I can do that. I like to think of it as my little vent, letting out all the stress and uck that I deal with sometimes. Really don't vent that much day to day, I like to keep it all inside and then come here and let it go in a nice rant. Its fun and really helpful. Bottom line... I don't complain that much outside of this page and if you don't like it don't read it :-p
Ok people of the world, chill out. It's almost Christmas which means people are getting increasingly crazy and mean. Ya, that whole good will towards men and holiday spirit seems to get thrown out the window as people get closer and closer to that marvelous day and drive closer to the temple of commercialism, the mall. Even though I knew better I went to the mall today to pick up one of the few gifts I'm buying this year. People everywhere. One guy almost hit me head on in his SUV because he decided it would be a good idea to go the wrong way down the street. Why would someone do such a thing? To get the one parking spot left of course.
Here's an idea for all you drivers out there. Spread some made up holiday spirit. Let that car get in front of you, merge the proper way, oh and that one last spot in the parking lot, let the old lady have it. You probably could use the extra few steps...that over sized holiday sweater ain't fooling anyone.
Lets all be a little nicer to one another this time of year. After all in only a few more days we will be celebrating the day baby Jesus came down from the heavens in his metallic UFO, bringing with him Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy, and was named king of the overpriced, poorly made electronics Christmas is all about. You follow that? Good because I didn't.
Here's an idea for all you drivers out there. Spread some made up holiday spirit. Let that car get in front of you, merge the proper way, oh and that one last spot in the parking lot, let the old lady have it. You probably could use the extra few steps...that over sized holiday sweater ain't fooling anyone.
Lets all be a little nicer to one another this time of year. After all in only a few more days we will be celebrating the day baby Jesus came down from the heavens in his metallic UFO, bringing with him Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy, and was named king of the overpriced, poorly made electronics Christmas is all about. You follow that? Good because I didn't.
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What am I doing? Most of the time I'm ok and function rather well. I can keep going through the day not showing too much emotion. Its so much easier not to feel. But then there's days like today when I can't stop mulling all this crap over in my head. Am I doing the right thing? What if this was my chance? Again the question of the day seems to be; "When did life get so complicated?" I wish there was a pause button somewhere. I don't regret anything but the foundation seems to be tumbling down from underneath me.
What am I doing? Most of the time I'm ok and function rather well. I can keep going through the day not showing too much emotion. Its so much easier not to feel. But then there's days like today when I can't stop mulling all this crap over in my head. Am I doing the right thing? What if this was my chance? Again the question of the day seems to be; "When did life get so complicated?" I wish there was a pause button somewhere. I don't regret anything but the foundation seems to be tumbling down from underneath me.
Ok, if your like me, you don't believe in crap like chain letters and the ability for the internet to give you good or bad luck. You don't rely on a forward to get you that job you always wanted or to get that person to notice you. Fate, Luck, and Magic don't come out of the computer just because you click your mouse a certain way. But if your at all like me, every time you delete or ignore one of those annoying messages, that somehow get past your spam filter or that your friend with way too much time has sent you, you say a little prayer to whoever that your right about how stupid they are and you won't die a horrible death the second you hit "delete".
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