Gobbie's Grandios Greatness

McDonald's v. suicide?

2010-03-05T14:13:00.003-06:00

I read a story yesterday about a teenager who attempted suicide but changed his mind halfway through and settled instead for a breakfast burrito. I find this utterly unfathomable. Essentially, this kid douses his living room with gasoline and strikes a match, intending to end it all via fire. Shortly after the fire is lit, however, he changes his mind and decides that life is in fact worth living. He tries in vain to extinguish the fire. Although, by the sound of this kid, I doubt he tried very hard. I doubt he has tried very had at anything in his life. Instead, he leaves his trailer home (of course) and drives to McDonald's for breakfast without telling a soul about the fire. While the house is ablaze and the family, neighbors and firefighters frantically try to put out the fire and figure out what is going on, he leisurely enjoys a breakfast burrito at McDonald's. Afterward, he drives to his cousin's house to ask if he wants to play video games. I'm pretty sure I want to be friends with this kid.

I could do that

2010-01-30T17:03:00.003-06:00

I just got back from seeing "Up in the Air". It was fine. Don't get me wrong, I think it was very well written and entertaining. It was also timely considering the financial troubles the people in the country currently find themselves in. I would recommend it to many of my friends. However, after I left the theater, I couldn't help but think to myself --"I could write that." I see a lot of good movies that make me think that afterwards. I don't consider that negative critisism, it's simply an observation. Although the movies that do leave me spellbound are almost always ones that make me think..."I could never think of something like that." Maybe I should write a book? Nah.

On a side note, I absolutely love watching my cats play. If i'm ever feeling down and out, I just sit back and watch those two go at it. They look so happy and carefree. I want that.

2009-12-22T23:50:00.001-06:00

handjob kiosk.

cat's knees

2009-11-21T17:58:00.003-06:00

I just found out today that cats have knees. For some reason I find that disturbing.

I love graham crackers

2009-11-20T23:05:00.002-06:00

So, little known fact, at least to me. Apparently, Mr. Graham, the creator/inventor of the graham cracker, did so because he wanted people to stop masterbating. It's true. Back in the 30's/40's/50's or whatever socially and scientificially unenlightened time this man created these crackers, it was widely believed that whole grains diminished one's desire to masterbate. Because he thought masterbating was a sin and evil, Mr. Graham created the graham cracker so that people would have more whole grains in their diet and would be less inclined to spank the monkey. I've had graham crackers. They are delicious, but that's about it.

meeting the parents

2009-11-10T00:43:00.002-06:00

I often hear stories from a variety of people that are both astounding and unbelievable. Most of the time I don't believe them, but that does not diminish their greatness. My boss recently told me a supposedly "true" story about a friend of his that had a horrible experience meeting the parents of his girlfriend. So he goes to his girlfriends house to pick her up one night and both of her parents are home. She is still upstairs getting ready. They graciously invite him in and make their way over to the couch to sit and chat. Not wanting to be rude, he oblidges them. They engage in pleasant chit-chat, talk about the weather and how he met their daughter. He was trying his best to make a good first impression because, everyone knows, you only get one chance to do that. At one point he reaches into his front pocket to take out his cell phone and check the time. To his horror, he realizes that in the process of removing said phone a condom had fallen out and onto the couch, in plain view of her parents. In a panic he points to the back door and says "hey, whats that out there?" Of course, both parent turn around to inquire. As they have their head turned he quickly scoops up the condom and shoves it back into his pocket. He is convinced they have not noticed it, he is in the clear. However, his assurance turns to fear as he looks up and sees both parents staring dissaprovingly at him. He knows they couldn't have seen the condom, there's no way...what was the problem. He cocks his head to the right and glances out the back door in another effort to deflect attention from himself. To his horror, in the middle of the back yard there are two dogs humping.

my new purse

2009-10-05T22:15:00.002-05:00

So my friend told me the other day that he knows a guy who is a psychologist for numerous prisons and correctional facilities, and he said that the big problem with prisons these days is that "the prisoners pretty much treat their anus as their purse."

That's a strange thing to say.

I slept inside my shirt last night

2009-09-30T21:26:00.003-05:00

I really live in a strange position when it comes to making trips back and forth home. I live exactly 556 miles from home, which equates to roughly 9-1o hours of driving. Also, because Burlington is not close to an airport, and because 556 miles is not that far too fly, it is usually unfeasible to do so. Therefore, it is quite an ordeal to do either. So I would very much like to go to Iowa City next weekend for the Iowa v. Michigan game, but I can't seem to motivate myself to make the drive. Yes, as bad as I would love to see the game, I have reached that stage (and age) in my life where I just would rather sit at home. I did, however, go back for the Iowa v. Arizona game last month, which was a whole butt load of fun. I apparently had too much fun, as I offended every waitress we had that night. First, we were at the Airliner and had an Asian waitress and, while talking about a completely unrelated subject involving Asians, blurted out the words "asian invasion" just as our she was standing next to me. It was awful. Next, we went to Bo-James, where andrew asked the waitress if they serve fish, to which she replied, "No, thank god, fish are disgusting", to which I replied "what? Fish are disgusting and delicious, just like men." Finally, we went to the Atlas to get a sexy alligator shot, and it was extremely quiet, so I apparently felt the need to ask the waitress, "you guys got a juke box up in this mother fucker?" She was not amused.

I also think we may have set the record for oddest request by a bar manager. We were sitting in the basement bar, minding our own business and drinking a few cold ones, when the discussion turned for some reason to cunnalingus. What we did not realize at the time was that there were numerous families dining in the basement of this fine establishment. What we also did not realize, no doubt because of our intoxication, was the the entire character of the bar/restaraunt had changed from the last time I was there. It used to be mainly a bar and college hangout. However, it was now clearly attempting to be a fine family resteraunt. Anyway, some time after we had begun talking, the manager politely came downstairs, walked over to our group, and explained that, while he loved that we were having a good time, and that he wanted us to remain and continue our festivities, he would appreciate it if we could be somewhat quieter and NOT USE THE WORD CUNNALINGUS. Who in the world gets that sort of request while at a bar? It was awkward to say the least.

Finally, to top off the weekend, Doug once again pulled a Doug and did not come home Saturday night, choosing instead to sleep over by the library next to the electric boxes. His explanation was that he did not know how to get home, and he saw the electric boxes while walking and thought they were urinals. When he went to examine them he discovered they were electric boxes, were warm, and would make a nice bed for the night. His final sentence before falling asleep that morning was "I slept inside my shirt last night."

alcohol induced depressive rant

2009-08-29T23:57:00.002-05:00

I'm so incredibly unhappy in this town. My friends are all married, moved away, or are people I don't care to see. I guess its kind of hard to call those people friends. I feel as though there is no one in this town that I can remotely relate to. I need to do something with my life besides go to work every day and slowly die. That's what I feel like I am doing right now. I hate my job, I do not look forward to the weekends, and I am lonely. Something has got to give. I either need to make a drastic and bold change in my life, or something needs to come along to change my mind. Since most things in my life that I cherish have not just come to me, I am guessing it will need to be the former. I just spent 3 hours in a bar by myself, because I was tired of sitting home alone with my cats. It was an incredibly depressing bar full of people that I cannot relate to on any level. I actually felt more depressed after I left the bar than when I entered it. I thought alcohol was supposed to fix that.

insurance fraud

2009-08-14T20:08:00.003-05:00

So apparently a friend of one of my co-worker's has had some economic problems in the past. No big deal, happens to a lot of people. Of course, not everyone comes up with the brilliant solution that this man did to get out of those economic problems. This man was in debt and needed some cash...fast. Of course, the most logical thing to do when you need cash is to set something on fire. That is exactly what this man did...to his car. He drove it to a dirt road, poured some gasoline in it, threw in a match and watched it burn. The crazy thing is, he got away with it. How in the world the insurance company did not suspect foul play when a car mysteriously burns up on a remote dirt road is beyond me. Especially when it should have been very easy to find out that gasoline was poured on it. I thought firefighters and investigators were very good at these things...I watch CSI. Ok, I don't watch CSI, but I see the commercials and promos and it seems that if they can solve a murder with nothing more than a piece of dirt, they certainly should be able to figure this one out. Nonetheless, he got away with it.

So the logical conclusion one draws after getting away with insurance fraud it to try one's luck again. And that is exactly what this gentleman did years later when he once again ran into money problems. Same scenario, different day. He drives to some remote location and proceeds to apply gasoline and ignite. Shortly after doing so it just so happens that a perfect stranger had decided to take a drive on that countryside carrying a fire extinguisher. Upon coming around the turn he saw the burning car, skidded to a stop and put the fire out. Now the man was the proud owner of a slightly used car with a few burns. Nice.

the handbag on my back

2009-07-28T21:28:00.003-05:00

OK, I couldn't wait until tommorrow for my first interesting quip. A couple of weeks ago when Doug, Mike and myself were in Chicago a couple of very funny things were said. First, shannon, his friend Adam and I were in an elevator at Target with a pretty girl. Adam was eating a bag of M&M's when one of them fell out, dropped to the floor, and rolled over near the girl. Both Adam and the girl quickly glanced at eachother as if to say "what do we do now?" The first thing out of Adam's mouth was "You don't have to eat that." I almost cried from laughter. No one else thinks it was as funny as I do. But think about, really think about it, and you will laugh as well.

Also, while were were walking about of the elevator after a long day of drinking, Doug noticed a new bag on Mike's back and asked "where did you get that handbag?" Mike replied with "What handbag?" "The one strapped to your back", replied Doug. "Oh, you mean my backpack?"

7-11 dog

2009-07-28T21:18:00.002-05:00

I have always loved to write, but for some reason or another never find myself doing it outside of work. I think every writer ever interviewed talks about writing as their most important training. I know, it sounds obvious, but it really isn't. Many people, myself included, have aspirations of writing creatively. However, I have never thought of writing to find something to write about. I have always taken the position that I had to have something to write about before I sat down to write. I believe it is the opposite. The act of simply writing will bring out ideas. I have never been one to keep a diary or blog of my thoughts or feelings. I occasionally find the time or desire to write them down, but for the most part do not feel the need. I do, however, love to tell stories. I have heard, created, and otherwise been apart of many amazing stories in my day and often find myself later wishing I had written them down to memorialize them. I also believe the act of writing down my stories or interesting happenings will have the effect of making me a better writer. It is for that reason that I hereby pledge to take some time every day to either write about an interesting/funny/memorable event that has happened in my life or simply document my daily happenings. I know that I will be the only one who reads these, but that is enough for me. I want nothing more. See you tommorrow!

taco meat

2009-07-28T21:11:00.002-05:00

So we were at an office lunch the other day at Pepper's grill (gross) and I was scanning the menu for something edible. I was looking at the description of the fajitas when I noticed that it gave two options. One could either choose chicken, or taco meat. Now, I am no worldly chef or zooligist, but I can tell you that taco's do not have meat. I sincerely hope, and suspect that they intended that to mean beef. It was still funny. We started discussing the various ways there are to hunt tacos, how rare they are to find around these parts, and how many different ways there are to prepare the luscious meat. Apparently, one of my co-workers even knows of a great taco sanctuary South of town that rescues abused taco's and nurses them back to health, so that they may be spared from the dinner table!

life saver?

2009-07-28T21:09:00.001-05:00

How ironic would it be to be killed by a life saver? Perhaps by choking on one, or something similar? If that's not irony, I don't know what is...

my goal

2009-03-14T17:26:00.002-05:00

You know, I've been thinking for some time now about what I actually want to accomplish with my life. How much am I willing to sacrifice to get where I want to go? How happy I will be when I get there, or would I be happier slowing down and just trying to raise a family and be content? These are heavy questions, with not so easy answers. Then it hit me, my ultimate goal in life, the point where I will finally realize that I have done something meaningful and worthwile, is the point in time when I get a sandwhich named after me. Thats all a guy can really ask for in life, right?

guinea pig travels

2008-10-01T19:09:00.002-05:00

I just found out that my brothers girlfriend, who is a third grade teacher, commutes to work every day with a guinea pig. How f-ing cool is that? Apparently, she bought it as a class pet for her students, but she doesn't or can't leave it there overnight. So every day when she is done with work she packs the little guy up and heads home. Then the next morning she makes it some coffee, straps it in to its car seat, and heads to work. I want one. Now. I wonder if she gets to use the car pool lane?

and another thing...

2008-09-26T22:46:00.002-05:00

Here's something I have been meaning to get off my chest for sometime now. Somebody stole my book/movie idea! I have had the idea since the last election to write a book/movie about a presidential tie. My idea was basically this: Set in the near future when voting is all done electronically and everthing is so high tech that voters and the media have instantaneous feedback on the results. Not only that, but the capacity exists to seamlessly monitor the voting process, so much so that they know exactly how many people are in line, how much time is left, and who will be the last voter. As it turns out, the election ends up in a dead tie except for one state, the last one to report. The press monitors the process and realizes that the state was literally won by one vote. That means that by finding the last voter to cast his/her ballot, they can find out who decided the presidential election. Of course, what ensues is not good for that person. They immediately get thrust into the spotlight and get celebrity, along with death threats and lots of alleged friends and enemies. It really is a human story against the backdrop of the election.

Now there is a movie that came out with Kevin Costner that basically turns the idea into a popcorn cheesy date comedy. Gross.

presidential debates

2008-09-26T22:26:00.002-05:00

Seriously...does either candidate have any idea how much trouble our economy is in? They couldn't even answer the fundamental question that the moderator was asking, both opting instead for their prepared generalizations and punchlines. I want to know that they get it, I want to be assured that they will take this seriously when one becomes president. I didn't see that from them. I sometimes wonder if McCain truly does understand how the economic/tax system in this country works. He kept calling the standard deductions "dividends". Does he know what a dividend is? I hope so. I thought Obama nailed him pretty good when he explained that yes, we do have high corporate tax rates, but because of the enourmous deductions available to them, they hardly pay any tax. Here is the problem though, I disagree with Obama's economic policy. He is too anti-corporation just for the sake of being anti-corporation. Prosperous corporations and business truly are what make this economy, and its people, so strong. However, at least he understands the argument. McCain has serious trouble understanding the "fundamentals" of our economy. As for the rest of the debate, I thought both candidates did very well. It was fun to watch, mostly because Bush wasn't standing up there.

So I went to see Conor Oberst last night. Amazing. He is the new Bob Dylan. He is a prodigy. A strange thing happened to me. A very cute girl came up to me at the beginning, introduced herself and then, for lack of a better word, latched on to me for the entire show. She was very drunk and kept forgetting my name. She also thought on numerous occasions that I was in the military, I guess because I have a shaved head. Nevertheless, she insisted on giving me her number. Did I mention she was literally finalizing her divorce the next day? I wonder if I should call her?

sorry about your weight

2008-05-11T14:04:00.002-05:00

I am so sick of this god damn website erasing and losing everything before I post it. Get your shit together website. Anyway, I was at blockbuster the other day renting a movie. The man in front of me was rather large, and by large I mean fat. He wasn't obese, just overweight. The line was rather long and slow, I think the checkout lady was new. When we finally got to the front, the man placed his movies and popcorn on the counter in anticipation of checking out. The lady glanced up at him and in a very apologetic voice said "I'm sorry about your weight." Except that's not what she said. She actually said "I'm sorry about your wait." I almost broke out in laughter and was thinking to myself "why would she say such a horrible thing to that man?" I have heard many a person apologize to patrons for waiting before, and I have been around plenty of fat people. I don't know what made me think of that in that situation. Regardless, I thought it was funny.

wedding fun

2008-05-07T20:49:00.003-05:00

I haven't posted on this thing in quite some time, I seem to make a habit of updating it about once a year. I think that is probably adequate for the amount of excitement I have in my life. Back to the topic of the post. I went home for a good friend's wedding a couple of weeks ago and came back with some rather strange stories. First story invloves the rehersal dinner. I am sitting at a round table with my friend on the left and the groom on my right. Also seated at the table are various college friends of the groom, as well as some randoms. This story of course involves one of the randoms. There is one strange, eyeglassed man at the table who is very quite, and seems to be taking extensive mental notes on everyone around him. It is easy to tell that he is someone who is generally uncomfortable around people and thinks long and hard about everything that he says. The groom makes a remark to my friend, Travis, about how he is surprised at the way his life turned out. In high school, he always thought Travis would have a house with a white picket fence, two and a half kids and a dog. Now he is a big business man who is constantly traveling and lives in the big city. Travis remarked that he would still like the dog. I made a remark that I would like a half a kid. the groom asked "what half?" I said "I want the half that doesn't cry." Then, out of no where, the strange eyeglassed man spoke. He said "My step-mom adopted a kid with no arms or legs." Dead silence. you could hear crickets chirping and food slowly digesting. It was that quiet.

Next day...the big day. The priest gets up to give his homily, or eulogy, whatever it is called. He begins by talking about the virtues of marriage, the meaning of love, all the good mushy stuff. Then he moves on to discussing the bride and groom. He tells a story detailing all that the groom has done for the church. "The groom has been serving for so many years, it is time that he was served." It was something along those lines. He says that the groom spent many saturdays serving mass at weddings. Not only that, the groom put his degree in electronics and extensive knowledge of electronics to use when he helped install and repair the church organ. He said "you could find Jason (the groom) in here on many occasions over at the organ, twisting wires and helping out." Here's the funny (read disturbing) thing about this story. First, there are no alter boys that serve at weddings, as the priest could have easily figured out by turing around. Second, Jason does not have a degree in electronics and has no knowledge whatsoever in electronics. In fact, I doubt he could program his microwave. Third, he has never even seen the organ in that church until they got married. Strange, very strange. I assumed if the priest was going to completely fabricate stories about the wedding couple, he would at least make them vague and hard to disprove.

seacrest out.

here i go again

2007-02-26T23:27:00.000-06:00

here I go again, typing after a couple glasses of wine and when I definitely should be in bed getting much needed rest. I seem to find myself here at this computer whenever I feel slightly depressed or reflective, although I have trouble deciphering the difference as of late. As you can probably tell by now, and when I say "you" I mean "me", I have acquired a jobby-job and am very busy with that. So far, practicing law isn't so bad, although the town I work in makes me feel somewhat isolated and cut-off from the rest of the world. I know that the practical experience I am getting is invaluable, especially compared to those classmates of mine that are stuck in a back office doing nothing but researching and typing briefs for the next 3 years. Too bad for them that they are also probably making more than twice what I make. So far the money situation hasn't been too bad except for my slut ass car fucking around with me. Since I have started this job in November, I have put more than $1,000 into this thing. Every time I think about that I also think about how many car payments that could be on a decent car. Son of a Bee Sting! Not only that, but because of my car luck, or unluck, I have had to put off my loan payments for about 2 months. Hopefully I can start paying them next month because I am sick of hiding from them. They are never going to go away. I seriously need to start writing more on this blog. I seem to only find myself here about once a month or less, yet I always seem to feel better after I do a little cyber-venting. Other than the fact that I work in a crappy town, my job and life are actually going OK. my relationship with Lauren is going quite swimmingly, in fact it is awesome. She makes me very happy. I can't help think that something is not quite right though, I feel like im just going through the motions. Somedays I really don't mind this, but there are somedays when I wish I could just pack up the car and leave forever, where I would go is anyones guess. I do know one thing, it is a strange feeling to feel on one hand that I would love to run away and see the world, and on the other hand to feel very homesick for my family and friends back in the bitch-ass state. I do know that I want to get out of this state in the near future and try something new.

peace out for now.

fishing vs. hunting?

2006-11-07T16:20:00.000-06:00

After a comment by a friend recently, I got to thinking about the difference between fishing and hunting. I can't believe I never noticed this distinction before! When I go fishing, am I not in effect hunting for fish? Shouldn't it be called fish hunting? After all, if I went and killed a dear or bird it would called deer or bird hunting. If that doesn't work, could we call deer hunting "deering", or call bird hunting "birding"? I think one of these alternatives is better than the current system. It is confusing me. Also, should we really call killing another human "murder"? couldn't it be called humaning? Ok, maybe I took that a little too far, but you get the idea.

my wonderful night in jail

2006-10-27T10:46:00.000-05:00

Last weekend I got to do something most people only dream about...spend the night in jail. I was so excited when it happened I almost felt like I won the lottery. not really. I have never been so angry in my life. It all started when I was at Octoberfest with some friends. At the end of the night (11:00) when the festival was closing, about 2 or 3 thousand people had to squeeze through one exit. It was like herding cows. As I was walking out I accidently bumped into the gentleman in front of me. He promptly turned around and without hesitation grabbed me by my shirt and almost lifted me off the ground. With a evil smile on his face, his only words to me were, "you are going to jail!" he quickly ushered me to the side of the crowd and handed me to a uniformed police officer. I can only assume that he was a plain-clothed officer. In fact, this happened to quite a few other people at this time, including one of my friends. As it turns out, they basically had a sting operation set up, whereby the plain clothed officers would randomly grab people and pull them out of the crowd then hand them to officers as to avoid suspicion. It was complete bullshit. Then I was cuffed and taken over to their makeshift police station where I sat for about 30 minutes. I couldn't even get any of the officers to tell me why I was being arrested. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity one of the officers told me that I was being arrested for public intoxication and disturbing the peace. He also told me that "I was in enough trouble already and if I would like he could add some more to my arrest." How kind of him.
After my free ride in the police car to the jail I was processed and put in the drunk tank. It basically looked like a large hostipal waiting room. One side of the room was designated for the women, and one side for the men. Then came the telephone incident. As if it wasn't bad enough how the cops had been acting like compelte jackasses all night, they had to one-up themselves. I politely asked to look at my cell phone to get numbers out to call someone to bail me out. Of course, nobody remembers phone numbers anymore, everyone carries their whole existince in their cellphone. Anyway, he promptly refused to let me see my cellphone and only allowed me to use the "free" payphones. I couldn't figure out how to use the phone. He told me that if I wasn't smart enough to figure that out then I was "shit out of luck." Nice. Finally, after about 20 minutes I figured out that you need to put in your prisoner ID that is handed to you when you get processed. I figured this out by sheer luck because there was no prompt that asked one to put in their ID.
Now I am getting somewhere, I get the yellow pages and find the numbers of a bunch of bailbondsmen. After calling about 3 of them I realized that either I was going crazy or these bailbondsmen didn't understand their own profession. Every single one of them told me that in order to get me out I had to have someone come over and give them the bond money. What the fuck?!?!? If I had someone to call with the money I would not be calling your stupid ass! Im convinced that they wouldn't come over because the $104 bond wasn't worth their time. Fucking assholes. With my options exhausted, I resided to my fate and plopped down on the dirty gray hard plastic chairs to watch a home improvement marathon on the giant 12 inch television. With no sound. After about 15 minutes a very schetchy bearded man came and sat next to me. He was obviously homeless, except for tonight. He stared at me for about 20 minutes and repeated over and over again "its gonna be ok man, its all in the past." I really wanted to hurt him, but I ignored him because I didn't want to miss any home improvement. Finally, after a couple of hours my girlfriends brother bailed me. Of course, they told him that it would take about 2 hours to process me, and he had driven to the jail in a cab, so he couldn't wait. This meant that I got to enjoy a brisk 3 mile walk home at 4:30 in the a.m.
I normally harbor positive feelings for the police, and until that night I never had a problem with them. This experience definitely left a bad taste in my mouth.

my brain is dying

2006-10-09T16:30:00.000-05:00

I can't take this much longer. I need to work. I still have not found a job, and I am becoming more and more hopeless every day. It is a vicious cycle, this job search I am on. The more I look for a job the more I get rejected, and the more I get rejected the less motivation I have to look for a job. My resulting lack of motivation makes me sit on the couch all day and watch the price is right and oprah instead of looking for a job. What's more is that I am not entirely convinced that I will ever find a job. My only experiences so far have been sending out resumes and getting the occasional rejection letter. I am thinking about making a collage out of my rejection letters. Maybe some wallpaper? I used to think that getting a rejection letter was better than not hearing anything back, but now I am starting to wonder. At least if I hear nothing back I can hold on to that glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, they haven't contacted me because they are still "thinking about it." Right, that is not happening. I think I need a new approach to becoming gainfully employed. Everyone else says that one needs to "network" and that "its not what you know, but who you know." Well, I don't know anyone, damnit. I spent the last three years of my life in this town studying with the expectation that I would leave this state when it was all over. Oh how things change. Then all of the sudden I'm stuck here with no job, contacts, or leads. What's a guy to do? I know--NETWORK!! I still haven't figured out what in the hell that means. It seems to me to be the catch-all, scapegoat, fall-back answer for everyone in the world to spit out whenever they cannot give you a meaningful answer. What the hell does network mean? I know plenty of people, and those people know plenty of people. And the people that I do know are fully aware that I am looking for a job, but it is a big stretch from that to actively asking them to help you find a job. That's networking, isn't it? There aren't too many people in this world that will just come right out and give you a job without asking for one. Especially to people like me who have no real world experience. I hate the word networking. Everyone in the world networks, but not everyone is looking for a job. In addition, not everyone in the world has the personality or mind set to be able to play the game. I have never been good at feigning interest in other peoples lives and interests just so I can get close to them and squeeze out a job. I always feel like I am whoring myself out. Maybe I need to become a whore. Maybe.

you are the best around!

2006-09-01T10:08:00.000-05:00

this might be the best southpark ever!

Job Searching Sucks

2006-08-23T14:24:00.000-05:00

I have been out of school for about 4 months and I still do not have a job. Granted, I didn't look for one for the last 3 months because I was studying for the bar, but it still sucks. When I was studying for the bar 8-12 hours I could remember thinking that anything has to be better than this! I was dreaming of the moment when the test was over. Not only because the stress would be over, but because I would finally have some free time to myself. When the test finally was over, it was fucking great...for about a week. Now I am incredibly bored. I have never in my life been bored. I have always been able to keep myself occupied and happy fairly easy. I can read, surf the internet, listen to music, watch movies, and play my guitar for hours upon hours without becoming bored. I used to get very annoyed with people that needed something to do 24 hours a day or needed to have something shoved in their face. If you can't keep yourself occupied then you have a real problem. I used to love my alone time and could go days without talking to anyone. Of course, that doesn't mean i'm a loner or something, I love going out with my friends just as the next person. However, now that i'm out of school with nothing to do, i'm really bored. I never realized how much I took for granted going to school and seeing people everyday. It is strange going day after day only seeing one person and having absolutely nothing to do. I feel worthless. I want to work. I know that as soon as a am working I will probably regret saying that, but seriously, it has been too long. It doesn't help either that the job hunt seems to have no ending, and worse yet that it seems to have no beginning. I promise myself that when I become older and end up on the other end of the job search, i will be more respectful and receptive to potential candidates. People just don't seem to give a shit. It also doesn't help that I have been sitting around waiting for my test results. I still have about 3 weeks to go before I find out if I will be given a license. If I fail the test I will be even more worthless than I am now. I need a beer.

Kevin Federline is awesome!

2006-08-20T20:07:00.003-05:00

I hate to say it, but I am really excited for Kevin Federline's (otherwise known as K-Fed) new album. I haven't really been into hip-hop and rap for about 5 years because it sucks now, but I think this album will change everyone's mind. Take a listen to his new single for yourself if you dont believe me.

the hardest coach in the state

2006-08-07T00:57:00.000-05:00

I was recently talking to my old friend Josh from high school and we got to talking about an incident that happened during high school basketball that is so bizzare it is almost unbelievable. Our coach was a very strange and eccentric person, and many people, including myself, had trouble getting along with him. He was also very paranoid. I assume this stemmed from his high level of insecurity. Anyways, I digress. He had been very angry with us recently because he suspected we were goofing of in basketaball practice and not taking it seriously. He called us all into a classroom to give us a 'talkin' to.' As he stood up at the front of his class to start talking, most of us noticed right away that he was wearing blue sweatpants. What was disturbing about the sweatpants, however, was that they were incredibly tight, and you could see that he was fully aroused. As many of us started laughing, he became very agitated. He blew up and began yelling at us. I don't remember much of the rant, but I do remember that he was accusing us of not respecting him, and what was going to happen if we didn't take him seriously. He ended his rant with "if you guys don't think i'm serious, just try me. I am the hardest coach in the state!!!" Needless to say, that final statement did not help matters any, and the whole class erupted in laughter. He told us to go to hell and made us run quite a bit that day at practice. I'm not sure he ever found out why were laughing, but I find it hard to believe that he was oblivious to his boner.

I hate my car

2006-08-07T00:56:00.000-05:00

I really do hate my car. In the past two weeks, it has been unbelievably cruel to me. What did I ever do to it? I took the bar exam on July 25th, and everything was going swimmingly that day. My alarm clock went off on time, I got up on time, and I was enjoying a delightful breakfast. With 30 minutes until I had to check in, and with only two miles to travel, I shut my front door and set off on my journey. As I was walking down my apartment path, with the sun barely creeping over the clouds, I thought to myself…wouldn’t this, of all days, be a shitty time for my car to decide to not start? I opened my car, slid the key in the ignition, and…nothing. What did I do next? Well, I did what just about anyone else would do, I freaked out. I started calling all my friends that were on their way to the test. Nothing. I called my girlfriend that lives a mile away. Nothing. I stood at the foot of my car panicking and all I could think about was what it would look like to others as I sprinted down the highway with nothing but a pencil in my hand. I also pictured what it would be like to wait until february to take this fucking test. Then it hit me, there is a girl in my apartment complex that took bar review with me! I had no idea where she lived, and I could barely remember her name, having only met her once. Nonetheless, I remembered she drove a convertible and I set off in a dead sprint to try and locate it. After some searching I managed to find what I thought was her car, and I started knocking on doors. After three knocks, my savior answered the door and I was saved.
My car troubles did not end there though. The next week I left for a trip to my hometown, and didn’t get 80 miles outside the city before the car struck again. I blew a tire and was stuck on the turnpike without a jack. The fact that it was about 110 degrees didn’t help the situation either. After waiting 2 hours, help managed to arrive and I was on my way.
Finally, to add a nice cherry to the top of this poop Sunday—my cars’ air-conditioning has not worked for about a month now. AWESOME!

my brain is full

2006-07-22T21:55:00.000-05:00

Dude, im fucking losing it. I have been studying for 2 months straight now and I don't think I have really learned anything. I have exactly two days until the test. I don't know what to do. I have subjects I havent even studied yet, I have ungoldy amounts of MBE questions I should still do. I am very unprepared. Of course all I have to do is pass. What the fuck does that mean! The fucking bar examiners throw all these stupid ass figures at you like, you need an average of 75% on the essays, the scale is about 13 or 14, the average scaled score is a 142 but you only need a 135. You need a 2400 total to pass. Do any of these numbers mean anything to anybody? not me. I really don't understand why they make one take this test. I proves nothing. This does not test me on any real world knowledge. Christ, for the last 2 months I have been studying the common law that hasn't been used since man killed his dinner with a rock. OK, so maybe not that long ago, but it was a long time ago. I highly doubt that in any state in the country arson is defined as: the malicous burning of the dwelling house of another. I mean, if that were the case I could go burn down a starbucks right now and not get in trouble. But of course, thats how it works. Because THATS TOUGH, THATS TRICKY...THATS THE MULTISTATE! fuckin fineberg.

where have I been?

2006-07-21T17:45:00.000-05:00

So I haven't written anything in a long time because I have been somewhat busy. I gradumated from law school and have been studying like a robot for the entire summer. I have exactly 3 days left until the bar exam. I can't wait. Soon it will all be over and I can get my life back. At least until February when I can will have to take the exam again. People are freaking out. I know people that are on prescription sleep pills. I know people (class validictorian) that are on anti-anxiety medicine. Its bizzare. On a much more horrible note, my best friends brother committed suicide last weekend, and the funeral was yesterday. From what I hear, my friend is holding up surprisingly well. Im not sure if that is good or bad though. He is going to need some therapy eventually and I hope he gets it. I know if that sort of thing happened to me I would probably think I was in no need of therapy...wrong. He is, after all, the one who found his brother. I cant imagine walking in and finding your brother like that. My heart goes out to him. Strangely, I do not feel bad for his brother, mostly because he did it to himself. It is sad that it happened, as he was a very nice guy, but when people do those things to themselves I have trouble feeling any sympathy for them. After all, my friend and his family were the ones left to clean up the mess and deal with the tragedy.

Great Quotes

2006-06-27T17:02:00.000-05:00

"The House of Representatives is filled with insane jackasses" --John Stewart

"The reason that extremeists run this country is because moderates have shit to do." --John Stewart

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2006-04-22T11:44:00.000-05:00

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gobbies means what???

2006-04-18T21:39:00.000-05:00

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?Term=gobbies

So apparently in the urban dictionary "Gobbies" means giving a blowjob?!?! I came across this while messing around on google and was very confused. It claims that Gobbies means:

"The act of performing fellatio; oral sex. This only applies to a blowjob - a female giving a male head, and is NOT applicable in the reverse situation.Derived from the English slang Gob - which refers to the mouth."

I am really not sure where this came from but I have never heard it before. My Gobbie is a proper name invented by me and my roommate in college after about 14 gin and tonics.

also, this is one of the pictures that came up when I did an image search. I don't know what is going on, but I'm going to get to the bottom of it.

4 horseman

2006-04-18T21:22:00.000-05:00

So the apocalypse is upon us. My whole perception of reality came violently crashing down today when I found out my best friend Josh is going to be a father. I got a call after class today from my friend Jason, who told me that his mother told him, and she found it out from a source that is to remain anonymous. Holy shit. This is disturbing on 2 levels.

1. My soon-to-be-father friend is the type of guy that just started swearing after high school; who just started drinking in college. There is nothing wrong with this, but lets just say he was a bit late to catch the maturity bus. For example, this is the guy that asked on a camping trip in 8th grade when "guys get their periods"; this is the guy that thought he lost his virginity in college because he got a blowjob. It was not easy explaining to a 22 year old man how one medically and scientifically loses their virginity.

2. This is the first girl he has ever had sex with, according to medical science (see above). I have never actually met her, but from his stories she is not what doctors call "stable". She has broken up with him repeatedly, came running back to him, and told him she loved him after about a week or so. Odd. I suspect that this is the type of girl that utters the famous last words:

"of course I took my birth control pill"

or

"NO, I would never poke holes in your condoms!"

In any event, I really did see pigs fly today and I don't have anything to shoot them down...Of course I do suspect someone will be getting out the "shotgun" soon, if you know what I mean.

RIP spaz

2006-04-13T13:49:00.000-05:00

http://today.reuters.com/news/articlenews.aspx?type=sportsNews&storyid=2006-04-13T175717Z_01_L1351931_RTRUKOC_0_US-GOLF-MASTERS-WOODS.xml&rpc=22

Well, Tiger bit the bullet and apologized for the spaz remark at the Masters on Sunday. SCOPE, a U.K. disability charity, said that

"Once again, Tiger Woods demonstrates that we are two nations divided by a common language."

no shit.

Of course, now that everyone in the U.S. knows that "spaz" has a derogatory meaning, I'm sure it will be off limits here. That really sucks. I certainly don't want to offend disabled people, but MAN, that is one of my favorite words to use. What am I going to call my brothers? I certainly can't use their real names. Its official...spaz is now dead. RIP spaz.

shut up spaz

2006-04-12T13:30:00.000-05:00

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/4902432.stm

apparently the PC police just got a raise, because they are out in full force. On Sunday at the masters Tiger Woods said he was "putting like a spaz." Who knew the uproar that this would cause. First of all, I am just as sensitive and empathetic as the next guy, but when the derogatory meaning of a word has to be explained in detail to the public before you raise a stink about it, it most likely wasn't meant to be offensive in the first place. I, and everyone else I know, have been using the word "spaz" since the glory days of bed wetting. We used the term to describe ourselves or others who were acting erratically or irrationally. In America, we meant it as an abbreviated version of being spastic. However, in the U.K, an apparently here, it carries the meaning of disabled, or having cerabal palsy (spelling?). I doubt there is any kid or young adult in the US who, when saying the word, is aiming to offend people with that disease. That's ridiculous. Kids don't even know what that means. An old show in Britain apparently is what spawned this term and it is still in use today. Now this is either an example of a language breakdown, or people in the US have no idea who they have been making fun of for all these years. In any case, I renew my original objection that if a terms derogatory meaning has to be explained to almost everyone before it is thought of as offending, it probably wasn't ever meant to be offensive. Of course, I have been wrong before...Once. But I was being a total spaz.

AT&T is watching YOU!!!

2006-04-08T12:01:00.000-05:00

http://www.spamdailynews.com/publish/ATT_sued_over_NSA_eavesdropping.asp

Can president Bush shoot you?

2006-03-29T18:41:00.000-06:00

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/11180519/site/newsweek/

This is a Newsweek story about a white house legal counsel claiming president Bush might have the power to order the killing of a terrorist suspect on U.S. soil. This story of course came up in the context of the NSA wiretapping debate, and again evidences the slippery slope that we could all be sliding down with this post 9/11 thinking of unfettered presidential powers. The basic idea, without going into the NSA problem, is that the Congressional resolution authorizing military force, drafted very shortly after 9/11, gives the president the power to kill terrorists, or people who assist terrorists. This is directly in line with his Commander-in-Chief powers. However, problems arise when the scenario involves actions inside the United States. Proponents argue that the President has the power to spy on U.S. citizens who are talking to potential terrorists overseas without a warrant because it falls in line with his war-time powers. This is a new kind of "war", one which has no clear boundaries or battlefield. Therefore, the President has the power to exercise his commander in chief powers on U.S. soil because this is part of the battlefield. This, as the story suggests, could lead to him claiming he has the power to order killings on U.S. soil because they are potential terrorists. Now, as stated earlier, the wiretapping issue would not be a problem if 2 potential terrorists in Saudi Arabia were being monitored. This is clearly within executive powers for the simple reason that the constitution is not involved. When one involves monitoring a U.S. person on U.S. soil, the 4th amendment comes into play. Now, numerous examples can be cited where a warrant is not needed to meet 4th amendment standards, but those are all judicially or legislatively created. In this case, FISA controls. The executive cannot wholly dismiss this statute at his convenience and hide under his broad umbrella of "commander in chief". Even more, he cannot hide behind a congressional authorization to use force and claim in trumps FISA. The broad authorization says nothing of domestic wiretapping, and no one can claim that it was contemplated by the law makers when it was voted on. Stating that all of the U.S. is a battlefield oversimplifies the issue and could cause serious consequences in the future, i.e. the scenario talked about in the article. If, God forbid, that was to come up, I suspect his actions might conflict with state police powers and ultimately cause a federalism problem. In any case, its all scary stuff.

deja vu

2006-03-29T18:21:00.000-06:00

"Of course the people don't want war. But after all, it's the leaders of the country who determine the policy, and it's always a simple matter to drag the people along whether it's a democracy, a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism, and exposing the country to greater danger."
-- Herman Goering at the Nuremberg trials

this quote scares me more and more every day.

school sucks

2005-04-24T14:25:00.000-05:00

school sucks school sucks school sucks school sucks school sucks school sucks school sucks school sucks school sucks school sucks.......

paperwork is a bitch!

2005-02-14T20:31:00.000-06:00

Hillarious story one of my friends told me:

apparently there was a cop in st. louis that got into some trouble a while ago for trying to skip out on dreaded paperwork...but its so much bloodier than that. Let me explain--a family was driving down the road when a deer darted out in front of them and ran into their car, or vice versa. Needless to say, the deer did not fare as well as the car from the incident, and it lay dying on the roadside. The family, unaware of how to handle the situation, decided to call the local authorities to take clean up the mess. Upon arriving on the scene, the officer foundt the family to be unscathed but the deer was critically wounded in the middle of the road. The normal protocol for a situation as that would be to pull out your side arm and put a bullet in the deer's head, thereby ending its misery and inevetable death. However, this action comes with the overbearing requirement of paperwork because everytime your firearm is taken out and discharged you need to fill out a report. This cop, apparently, despised paperwork. He decided that instead of using his gun, he would find another method of finishing off the dear. After a brief absence, the police officer returned to the scene with an axe from the nearby fire department. The officer proceeded, right in front of the family and children, to attempt to chop off the dear's head. Apparently, this was not an easy task, and it took many many chops. Needless to say, there was much screaming and crying from the children, which im sure will require therapy in the future. Also, there was apparently copious amounts of blood.....everywhere. Those deer are real bleeders. Anyway, the cop ended up getting into a small amount of trouble because of his aversion to paperwork, and im sure ended up filling out more paperwork than he would have had if he had just done it right the first time.

funny, but disturbing.

nuttin honey

2005-01-25T23:52:00.000-06:00

not much new lately, school has been kicked back into full gear, so im incredibly busy. I get real sick of the lack of free time that this "school" thing affords me. I finally found a topic for my paper, but now the deadlines are staring me in the face, and my first instinct is to turn and run the other way. That first 10 pages due date will be here sooner than i know. Other than the go to school, read, and then go to more school routine, i dont have much new to report to myself. Funny and strange story= I was at wal-mart last week getting the oil changed in my car, and the guy that was working on my car had a seizure. I guess that isnt really a funny story, its actually rather unfortunate for the guy. However, i have never known anyone that had a seizure before so it was a first for me, which makes it strange. Isnt it sad that that is the most interesting thing that has happened to me in a while. I heard a funny joke a couple of days ago from one of my professors.

"how many psychiatrists does it take to change a lightbulb?"

"one...but the lightbulb really has to want to change."

somewhat amusing.

stupid ending

2005-01-13T23:40:00.000-06:00

i was watching "law and order" last night, one of the best shows ever, when i witnessed one of the worst charecter exits ever. Elisabeth Rohm left the show to pursue a "movie" career. Good riddance. Granted, she was increadibly hot, but she could act about as well as Flava Flav. Anyways, in the episode she ended up getting fired, doesnt really matter why, and the closing sequence went as follows

"you're fired"

"is this because im a lesbian?"

"No"

"Good"

And that was it....talk about the strangest and stupidest ending to a charecter of all time! im pissed. click.

no reason to cry

2005-01-11T22:00:00.000-06:00

right now I am reading "Love, Poverty, and War" by Christopher Hitchens, and it has been extremely interesting. So today I am sitting in the library reading the book in between classes and a something very strange happens. A girl a couple of tables to the left of me is checking her grades on the internet and she suddenly breaks down in tears. She is weeping and complaining about how she doesn't know what she is going to do next, and how she is soo angry! Next, she starts laughing hysterically and crying at the same time, which is something everyone should witness at least once if you haven't yet. when it happens you are confused, and half expect them to start strangling people or turn their head 360 degrees. It is strange. Anyways, while this is going on I am reading one of Hitchens essays about the Kurds and the horrible decimation and gassing of Halabjah in 1988, an incident in which Saddam massacred hundreds of thousands of Kurds without blinking an eye. at this moment it became evident to me just how lucky we as Americans are to be able to sit around in the comfort of middle America and cry about grades that our daddy is probably paying for. These Kurds would give almost anything to be in our position, and they would be extremely grateful to get any grades instead of bombs, and they wouldn't cry about either. This is also relative to the other devastations occurring right now in the world, such as the the tsunami, the Iraq war, and the crisis in Sudan (which bush doesn't seem to care about). of course, I realize every day how lucky that I really am as an American, I guess it just took the dichotomous relationship between the two situations for me to be reminded once again.

lick my nuts wal-mart

2005-01-09T01:41:00.000-06:00

i realize that i have been requesting a lot of nut licking lately, but i really do like to complain. its pretty much my favorite thing to do. Anyways, aside from the numerous things that are fundamentally wrong with wal-mart (the fact that it is slowly sucking the life out of small business America and quickly taking over the corporate world and the world in general, while still claiming to be creating jobs and helping us, even though those jobs are minimum wage jobs for people that lost their previous jobs because wal-mart undercut their business), i have found one more thing to complain about. I cant believe i just admitted to shopping at wal-mart! oh well, im a poor college student, im not sure many people will hold it against me. However, I went to wal-mart tonight to buy some groceries, namely $77 dollars worth of them. At the checkout lane, a very nice teenage worker proceeded to place my 77 dollars worth of groceries in 16 plastic bags. There is no doubt in my mind that all of my groceries could have been placed easily in about 8. This is not the first time this has happened, it is just the first time that i have had somewhere to write down my complaints. if this is a regular occurance, which i will assume that it is because it has happened to me almost every time that i go, then wal-mart has found yet another wonderful way to WASTE! im sure that those plastic bags arent hurting the enviornment at all...nah, its not possible. im not sure that wal-mart will understand that though, so let me put it in their language--you are losing LOTS of money with your liberal usage of bags. the money that you would spend taking the time to teach these people to bag properly is nothing compared to the loss of money you will incur from your current behavior. think about it. im out this, peace.

lick my nuts mediacom

2005-01-05T13:15:00.000-06:00

Last night for the National Championship game my cable decided to go out. However, this was a special kind of problem--every channel worked except ABC. That means that people could watch anything they wanted except the national championship game. there is no doubt that mediacom will be getting many calls about this, and they deserve everyone of them. I hate them. I pay 40 bucks a month for basic cable, and all that I ask is that it work, especially for the biggest college football game of the year. Nope, too much to ask. YOU SUCK MEDIACOM.

lick my nuts blockbuster

2005-01-05T11:48:00.000-06:00

LIARS

Well, Blockbuster has done it again. After hearing about the new "no late fees" gimic at blockbuster I decided to go rent a movie to see what was up. Of course, the bark was much louder than the bite. First of all, I had an 11 dollar late fee, so blockbuster obviously couldnt find it in their hearts to apply the "no late fee" motto retroactively. Second, it isnt really "no late fee's" anyway. The clerk told me that if you need to keep the movies an extra "couple" of days then thats ok and you wont be charged any late fee, but after that you will be charged the full price of the movie, in effect buying it. Now, everyone with half a brain realizes that this is not even remotely close to the promised "no late fees". all that blockbuster has done has extended the viewing period a couple of days, and forced you to purchase the movie if you dont return it on time for the full purchase price, not minus rental fee. This is retarded. How is this better? if i really wanted to buy the movie i would have done that in the first place, what would i be doing at the video RENTAL store? Also, what the hell does a couple of days mean anyway? do they mean that in the technical "2 day" sense, or do they mean that in the generic "give it back in a couple days" sense, which could mean the same thing as bring it back later or bring it back in a few days.

the only reason blockbuster has done this gimmicy ad campaign is because so many people are renting their movies online and through the mail these days, and they wanted something to get you back in the stores. Of course, once they get you back, they bend you over and give it to ya good.

the catch heard round the world

2005-01-04T17:44:00.000-06:00

the pass heard round the world

well, its offical. the 2005 Capital One bowl game had the greatest bowl game finish of all time-and i was there to witness it. After Iowa dominated the Tigers for 3 full quarters, the Tigers pulled off a very stunning and courageous comeback in the 4th to actually pull ahead by 1 with about a minute left. After a few passes for modest gain, the Hawks got a false start call against them when Drew Tate attempted to spike the ball the stop the clock. However, because of the false start, the spike was negated and the clock kept running. with about 6 seconds left it was obvious that Tate was foolishly not going to take a timeout. Everyone started cussing out Tate, and we had all but given up when he stepped up to the line of scrimmage and hiked the ball with four seconds left. What happened after that is almost indescribable. Tate dropped back in the pocket and heaved the ball to the right center of the field towards what appeared to be an open hollaway. I thought that he was just throwing a last second desperation pass until I realized that Hollaway was actually open. Then suddenly the ball that looked like it was overthrown landed softly into hollaways hands and he strolled in to the endzone for a 56 yard touchdown reception and the win. Mayham ensued. The crowd went nuts, beer was flying everywhere, my friends and I have bruises on the back of our legs from falling and being pushed into the bleachers, grown men around me were visably crying, it was absolutely amazing. I forgot to breathe for almost a minute and had to sit down to catch my breath and try to let it all sink in. It just didnt seem real. still doesnt. after the catch the LSU fans on the other end of the field stood their stunned for what seemed to be an eternity. I almost felt sorry for them because they had played such a good game, but i didnt let that cloud my excitement over the win. After the game, while we were walking back to the buses, the usual anger or joy that resides on fans faces was replaced by sheer disbelief. fans from both teams walked like zombies with either a frown or a smile on their faces back to the buses and tailgates. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen in my life. People will talk about this game for many many years to come.
other than that it was a pretty normal trip down to florida from iowa. A few observations I did make while on the trip:

1. if you are over 6 foot tall and are planning long trips, dont ever buy or rent a GMC Envoy. It has the worst leg room of all time.

2. If you are ever going to Orlando and plan on cabbing it downtown or anywhere else, dont stay in Winter Park because cabs will not venture out there....ever.

other than that, a great trip.

Funny Story--we were traveling through Macon, Georgia when we stopped at a gas station. As we were paying at the counter the sherriff pulled up right outside the shop. One of the gas station attendants asked the other attendant "hey, is that Billy or Bob?", to which the other attendant answered "No, thats Billy Bob." ---Now that is comedy, talk about stereotypes.

dude, what the crap

2004-12-27T00:38:00.000-06:00

dude, what the crap? is still dont understand these blog things. so, basically all you do is post your everyday thoughts online for everyone to read. two questions.

1. why would i want you to read my everyday thoughts?

2. why the HELL would you want to read about me?

you dont even know me. is it really going to be that interesting to sit down and read about how i cut myself shaving or was late to class or forgot to take a shower? how does that make us closer? how do you know me better now because of that? dont you have anything better to do?

well, obviously i dont have much else better to do if i am still here engaging in this foolishness. Initially, curiosity and boredom are what brought me to this website, but im not sure what just brought me back to look at it again. please dont tell me that i am slowly getting sucked into the dark, inescapable, and hellish void that is a "blog". i dont think my weak heart could bear that kind of news.

well, perhaps because of learned helplessness i am about to engage in "blog" number 2 for this site....here goes:

Sunday, December 26, 2004

today was ok, im always tired the day after christmas. I forgot to take a shower again today.

november 27, 2004

2004-11-27T15:35:00.000-06:00

today is saturday, have a nice saturday.