After about 2 months, i finally got my reward zone gift certificates back from when i bought my tv, so i had $100 to spend on whatever the hell i wanted to at best buy. Scary thought. Now while i could've easily spent it on cds and movies, i know i would've gone way overboard and ended up getting at least $150 worth of stuff, so i instead opted to look around at cameras since mine went missing. (P.S. if any of you have my camera, you probably know that there are some very intimate photos on it, and if you would please pass those on to any adult publications, it would be appreciated.) But instead of going the digital route, i decided instead to get a kickass... non-digital one. You know, one of them ancient ones that uses actual film.
It's really quite amazing. The really top end film cameras cost about as much as a normal 5 megapixel camera. And you feel like a creepy paparazzi shutterbug when you use it. So even though i ended up spending about $100 of my own money still, i think it was a little more justified than if i had spent it on all that music and movies.
Speaking of which... i couldn't resist. I suppose i did buy one cd there. But it's totally ok. It's the new ben harper cd, and it's pretty amazing. Really, in the past, i haven't been the biggest ben harper fan, i think it's mainly his voice that turns me away, but after reading a review in rolling stone, and hearing a lot of other good things, i thought i should seek it out. Definitely get it if you can. And if you're afraid of buying music, i suppose i could send you a few demo songs, but the diversity of the cd is astounding. Truly something for everyone.
Also, i bowled a personal high tonight when i got a 213. It was pretty sick, i got 6 strikes in a row at one point i believe. And this time nick from e2 wasn't there to outbowl me and make me look bad like when i bowled my 201 last year. It's all good nick, i forgive you.
Mar 22, 2006
Mar 20, 2006
There's only music so that there are new ringtones
So after missing out on Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and various birthdays with my extended family, I finally got to see them again, and it went about how I thought it might. Everyone just kept asking me when I'd get back to school, and seemed less than impressed by the fact that I'm getting a construction job. I know... there's absolutely no honor in the job, and getting up at 5 in the morning and working hard all day builds absolutely no character. I'm such a shit for taking it. Psh. At least my bro thought it was cool, and he was even thinking about giving the whole teaching thing the big middle finger and coming to work like that.
So I mostly stayed quiet until they started asking what we'd be doing in mexico when we head down there later this week, and when all we could say was "whatever we want..." things got a little awkward, so i went down to the bar to add a little bit of whiskey to my coke, and that chilled me out during lunch so i didn't have to listen to them talk about all of my cousins report cards like they had all just killed a bear with their hands. It's funny cause when i was their age, i was at the exact same point, but things change too quickly, so i've had my chance and i'll let them soak it up.
I did get to go down to my grandpa's shop, though, which is always awesome, indeed. The two corvette stingrays were still there, so i got to slide my finger gently across them, but there was also a mini cooper there for sale, so i looked through that. Probably won't buy... just want to browse. The thing gets 40 miles to the gallon! But it was almost an exact replica of the mini from austin powers with the british flag on top, and the steering wheel on the right side and all. It was pretty sick. It was also only about $10 K, with only about 40000 miles on it. How adorable.
On the way back, it started blizzarding again, but that's all good with me. Then my dad got a few points for having jack johnson on his ipod... i never knew. So i drifted through the day, but it gave me a bit of a break that i needed.
Also, the title for this post is from "A Certain Romance" by The Arctic Monkeys. You should check out the song, if not the rest of their music, too.
So I mostly stayed quiet until they started asking what we'd be doing in mexico when we head down there later this week, and when all we could say was "whatever we want..." things got a little awkward, so i went down to the bar to add a little bit of whiskey to my coke, and that chilled me out during lunch so i didn't have to listen to them talk about all of my cousins report cards like they had all just killed a bear with their hands. It's funny cause when i was their age, i was at the exact same point, but things change too quickly, so i've had my chance and i'll let them soak it up.
I did get to go down to my grandpa's shop, though, which is always awesome, indeed. The two corvette stingrays were still there, so i got to slide my finger gently across them, but there was also a mini cooper there for sale, so i looked through that. Probably won't buy... just want to browse. The thing gets 40 miles to the gallon! But it was almost an exact replica of the mini from austin powers with the british flag on top, and the steering wheel on the right side and all. It was pretty sick. It was also only about $10 K, with only about 40000 miles on it. How adorable.
On the way back, it started blizzarding again, but that's all good with me. Then my dad got a few points for having jack johnson on his ipod... i never knew. So i drifted through the day, but it gave me a bit of a break that i needed.
Also, the title for this post is from "A Certain Romance" by The Arctic Monkeys. You should check out the song, if not the rest of their music, too.
Mar 17, 2006
That's some Frosty shit
A lot of the time when I'm bored but have somewhere to be later in the day, I'll often leave really early even if i might get there an hour early. Today I was going to pick edward up at the airport, and i left my place about 2 hours before his flight got in, assuming that i could just look around in the book shops at the airport. I don't know why, but to me, there's something extremely fun about window shopping at an airport.
Anyways, I took the road that went through Brighton, and since I wasn't all too sure where to go, I just kinda kept driving, looking for a sign, or something that looked familiar or useful. All of a sudden, this highway narrows way down and shoots straight into a neighborhood. I'm way twisted up, but I navigate through the neighborhood and come out on the other side at a road that looks like it's heading straight for the airport, so I take off down that way.
After a couple miles, it's clear to me that this is the wrong road, but I can see a bunch of airplanes up ahead of me, so i know that i'll at least pass in the right direction somewhere. The road is pretty deserted, and as my mind starts to wander, i look out to my right and see a plane coming in to land, and it's right about even with me. What am i to do except race it into the strip? So i put the pedal down, and get up around 100 where i'm racing this plane pretty damn close (or so it would seem) when the road cuts off into dirt, and i have to slow down so i don't shake my bones right out of my fucking body.
I'm still kicking up a thick cloud of dust behind me, and as nothing's cooler than that, i decide to stay on course. The airport's main tower starts to come into view and right as i'm getting close (even though i know i'm on the very opposite end of where most people enter the airport) there's a huge fence with all these warnings all over it, and not more than 50 feet on the other side of the fence is a landing strip, so i sat there for a couple minutes and got to see a plane land right in front of me and got to hear the engine fucking roar over my music.
After that, i didn't want to backtrack along that whole road to get back to where i started, so i cut through this chunk of farmland, only without the farm. After a couple miles, there's a really small hill, and while the thought of gunning it and flying over the top of this hill blind flashed through my mind, i decided i'd better not, just incase a farmer was there or something. So either way, i slow it down a bit, and as i get to the top of this hill, i can't see the road anymore. It drops off. So i look off to the right, and there's this hill, that's probbaly at a 70 degree angle maybe (i'm not good at angles, but i am good at overexaggerating) but this thing looked dangerous to even ski down. But now i'd come even further, and i checked the bottom of the hill where it flattened out into a paved road, so i checked to make sure it was clear and started down this hill. It wasn't as much driving down it as it was sliding down. I had my foot on the break the whole time, and my tires just locked up and slid down the hill at their own pace. It felt good to get onto that paved road.
That is, it felt good until i saw what was down there. I started heading back down that road to the south towards the airport again, and i realize i'm right by where the hangars are that they keep the airplanes overnight and shit, and when i look ahead on the road, there's a road block, with a couple of cop cars. I freaked out a little and pulled a quick u-ie, and figured i was maybe too many shortcuts into where i should be. So i looked back and one of the cop cars comes up and starts following me. Then the red and blue go on. Feckin' a. I pull over to the side, and the officer sits there, gives my record the once over and comes up to my window, hand on the gun.
"What can I do for you, officer?"
He explains that he's part of homeland security, and that I wasn't in a restricted area, but I was less than a mile from at least a dozen aircrafts and a couple of huge, HUGE containers that they store gas in for the entire airport complex, and my quick little u-ie was a little suspicious. I assured him nothing was wrong and i wasn't a terrorist. He points to my backseat. "What's in the bag?" I look back at the trash bags that i keep my chipper costume in. I laugh a little, and look at the officer, who's stone-faced. I give him the whole talk on what i do, but just to be safe, he makes me get out and open it up... hand on the gun and all. I was sure he'd get a laugh out of it when i opened it up to a giant chipmunk head, but he seemed sketched out as hell. He asked me a lot of questions about it and rummaged through it and all, then he just told me to get back into my car and told me the "correct" way to get back onto tower road, and then to the airport.
Even with all the setbacks, since i had left so early, i still had a couple minutes before edward's flight got in to look around in all the fine magazine shops they have there. I grabbed a bag of m&ms and sat back and watched the people get frisked at security, thinking that maybe i got the royal treatment back on the road, compared to some of these people.
Anyways, I took the road that went through Brighton, and since I wasn't all too sure where to go, I just kinda kept driving, looking for a sign, or something that looked familiar or useful. All of a sudden, this highway narrows way down and shoots straight into a neighborhood. I'm way twisted up, but I navigate through the neighborhood and come out on the other side at a road that looks like it's heading straight for the airport, so I take off down that way.
After a couple miles, it's clear to me that this is the wrong road, but I can see a bunch of airplanes up ahead of me, so i know that i'll at least pass in the right direction somewhere. The road is pretty deserted, and as my mind starts to wander, i look out to my right and see a plane coming in to land, and it's right about even with me. What am i to do except race it into the strip? So i put the pedal down, and get up around 100 where i'm racing this plane pretty damn close (or so it would seem) when the road cuts off into dirt, and i have to slow down so i don't shake my bones right out of my fucking body.
I'm still kicking up a thick cloud of dust behind me, and as nothing's cooler than that, i decide to stay on course. The airport's main tower starts to come into view and right as i'm getting close (even though i know i'm on the very opposite end of where most people enter the airport) there's a huge fence with all these warnings all over it, and not more than 50 feet on the other side of the fence is a landing strip, so i sat there for a couple minutes and got to see a plane land right in front of me and got to hear the engine fucking roar over my music.
After that, i didn't want to backtrack along that whole road to get back to where i started, so i cut through this chunk of farmland, only without the farm. After a couple miles, there's a really small hill, and while the thought of gunning it and flying over the top of this hill blind flashed through my mind, i decided i'd better not, just incase a farmer was there or something. So either way, i slow it down a bit, and as i get to the top of this hill, i can't see the road anymore. It drops off. So i look off to the right, and there's this hill, that's probbaly at a 70 degree angle maybe (i'm not good at angles, but i am good at overexaggerating) but this thing looked dangerous to even ski down. But now i'd come even further, and i checked the bottom of the hill where it flattened out into a paved road, so i checked to make sure it was clear and started down this hill. It wasn't as much driving down it as it was sliding down. I had my foot on the break the whole time, and my tires just locked up and slid down the hill at their own pace. It felt good to get onto that paved road.
That is, it felt good until i saw what was down there. I started heading back down that road to the south towards the airport again, and i realize i'm right by where the hangars are that they keep the airplanes overnight and shit, and when i look ahead on the road, there's a road block, with a couple of cop cars. I freaked out a little and pulled a quick u-ie, and figured i was maybe too many shortcuts into where i should be. So i looked back and one of the cop cars comes up and starts following me. Then the red and blue go on. Feckin' a. I pull over to the side, and the officer sits there, gives my record the once over and comes up to my window, hand on the gun.
"What can I do for you, officer?"
He explains that he's part of homeland security, and that I wasn't in a restricted area, but I was less than a mile from at least a dozen aircrafts and a couple of huge, HUGE containers that they store gas in for the entire airport complex, and my quick little u-ie was a little suspicious. I assured him nothing was wrong and i wasn't a terrorist. He points to my backseat. "What's in the bag?" I look back at the trash bags that i keep my chipper costume in. I laugh a little, and look at the officer, who's stone-faced. I give him the whole talk on what i do, but just to be safe, he makes me get out and open it up... hand on the gun and all. I was sure he'd get a laugh out of it when i opened it up to a giant chipmunk head, but he seemed sketched out as hell. He asked me a lot of questions about it and rummaged through it and all, then he just told me to get back into my car and told me the "correct" way to get back onto tower road, and then to the airport.
Even with all the setbacks, since i had left so early, i still had a couple minutes before edward's flight got in to look around in all the fine magazine shops they have there. I grabbed a bag of m&ms and sat back and watched the people get frisked at security, thinking that maybe i got the royal treatment back on the road, compared to some of these people.
Mar 15, 2006
Hair of steel
I guess it makes sense that Superman can stop bullets and turn back time by spinning the world backwards really fast and such, but how does he get his hair to stay the same when he's flying hundreds of miles an hour without anything blocking the wind.
Maybe that's why he puts his fist out in front of him, cause seriously, his hair can't be as strong as he is. It's just hair. But it always made him look like a bit of a square.
Maybe that's why he puts his fist out in front of him, cause seriously, his hair can't be as strong as he is. It's just hair. But it always made him look like a bit of a square.
Mar 12, 2006
Parental out of control
I really can't wait until i have kids of my own. Yep, I sure can't wait to have another punching bag around. You know, just something to let out all your aggression on. Why not a kid? If they break something, it's a hell of a lot easier to break their nose than actually sitting down with them and maybe actually teaching them how to do it, too. Plus, if you hit them, then maybe you can get that kink out of your elbow from leaning up against your armrest all day.
Seriously, some of the people that i see everyday. They have kids, and then treat them like their fucking mortal enemy. They either stay the hell away from them and act like the kids are dragging them down, or act like the kid just drove their car into the river with the tv in the trunk. Fuck that shit. Kids are gonna have enough of a problem growing up in the next couple years.
Seriously, some of the people that i see everyday. They have kids, and then treat them like their fucking mortal enemy. They either stay the hell away from them and act like the kids are dragging them down, or act like the kid just drove their car into the river with the tv in the trunk. Fuck that shit. Kids are gonna have enough of a problem growing up in the next couple years.
Mar 3, 2006
200: It may look bad at first, but just wait.
Well, i suppose i should be happy. I made it this far. I almost didn't. I got sick this last week with the shits and giggles and that's why it took me so damn long to get this up, and i almost ended up giving up on it, but i really ended up going all out and now it's long enough to choke a 12 cent hooker. So here it is in all it's glory, so i hope you like it, and with any luck, my next 100 can be as sweet. GO HERE NOW cause this post is over.
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