Archive for February, 2007

It’s official, I’m a genius.

On February - 28 - 2007

So I’m thinking “Ya know, I would kill for some Oreo’s right now.”

And like a God send, Aubrey comes down the stairs with a full pack of Oreo’s. Doesn’t get any better timed then that. Eager with antipation, I run upstairs for some milk. Open the fridge — no milk.

“Fuck!”

Anyway, no Oreo’s for now. So what else can I eat in order to slake my appetite? “I know! Cereal!”

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Yeah yeah…I poured a cup full of cereal and got all the way to the refrigerator before I realized what I had just did.

At this point I just went straight to the store and got milk. …Stupid milk.

Torture to say the least.

On February - 28 - 2007

There are a pair of birds nesting in the roof above me. It is driving me crazy! Picture this: You normally wake up about noonish, and for the last three days, like clockwork, starting at about 5:00 AM, you here a percussive, “banging” noise at a random interval coming from the wall and/or chimney.

Imagine if you had a thin metal pipe like the ones used for heating ducts, and you pound on the side of it with a rubber mallet every 3 to 30 seconds in a vary degree of intensity, tone, and volume.

I can’t describe how insufferable it is to wake up and then try to sleep with that torturous noise.

Earplugs you say? Useless. 90% of what bothers me about the sound is that I can actually feel it. It’s very bassy.

I hate them. I hate them with every fiber of my being. I swear to God, next time I catch both of them flying out of the house, I will either shoot them, or I will put some kind of caustic chemical agent up there.

I love birds, more so then any other kind of animal. Driving me to kill them would take a lot of motivation.

Ahh. Carburetor Cleaner. Brb…

One of those days.

On February - 24 - 2007

The good ones, I mean. I have so many meaningless days that I don’t even call the bad ones “One of those” days.

Anyway me and Aubrey went to see Reno 911: Miami. Awesome show. I had a good time. I love that me and Aubrey argue about completely pointless things just to argue. And how I we can communicate using only inside jokes, comedic quotes, and movie quotes. Fun as hell. I don’t have anyone else I can do that with save Vann. And uh…Vann’s cool and all, but — Alright, maybe on a different plane of existance…

Anyway, I feel like I’m on some kind of roller coaster. My unusually good mood tonight is matched only by the depression that always follows shortly after. I start thinking things like, “Is that what it’s like?” and “Does couples really have that kind of fun, that often?”

That whole girlfriend thing becomes more and more enticing all the time. But at the same time. Infatuation aside, I won’t accept anything but the best from a potential mate. And assuming that by some miracle that were the case. Then I have the issue of trust.

Anyway…Off to distract myself.

A hobby.

On February - 23 - 2007

You know. World of Warcraft and Pennies are just not doing it for me the right now.

For the last few weeks I have had a bad itch to do something fun and different. I’ve toyed with all kinds of things. 9 times out of 10 I’ve ended up settling on something that somehow involves fire. However, I’ve also considered hang gliding or something of the like.

…I don’t know what else to say…

I love this.

On February - 20 - 2007

Note: I know it’s 4:00 AM. And this rant is sporadic and perhaps won’t make sense to some. Unfortunately I haven’t the articulate tongue or writing ability that my good friend Vann does. So bear with me. First a quote.

“In the world I see – you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You’ll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you’ll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.”

-Tyler Durden, Fight Club

Technology is ruining the way people should communicate and relate.

Text messages, IM’s, Cell Phones.

Now. Now. Now. We want it all, and we want it right now. We can’t wait for anything anymore. It’s doesn’t matter what it is — even relationships! People no longer have time to go out, and learn about a person anymore. Instead we communicate online, where there is no tone of voice, no context, no eye contact, no touching, no demeanors, physical or visual cues. No interpersonal interaction on a real world plane what so ever. I’m guilty of the same thing. Almost every single female with which I am friends with now, I slept with before I even knew their last names. We all have to have it right now. Let’s fuck, and then afterwards, we’ll learn each others’ names, and be friends. All thanks to the internet.

We have clocks on every wall of our homes, TV’s in our cars, and camera’s in our phones.

Why speak in person when we can communicate via an Instant Message? In person where I can communicate information and learn about you. But where I can not build rapport, or have the too often overlooked benefits that accompany talking to someone in person.

Is the answer so simple as to just talk to someone in person? Ten years ago, yes it was. But now, you can no longer talk to people in person. Try asking someone from the age of 15 to 22 a personal question and see what happens. I doubt you’ll get more then a weird or anxious look from someone my age if you asked them what they like to do in their free time. Even if it was in an appropriate setting and context. I am honestly scared to think of what it’s going to be like to try and build any kind of relationship ten years from now.

Arguments. Problems. Friction. Things of that nature. People always want to seem to address these things online. The chances of actually being able to successfully address and resolve an issue between two people online is near impossible. I’ve seen it a thousand times. At anytime, either party can stop talking, they can leave, they can lie. Although people should be addressing concerns such as these in person, they never do.

Most people I know will not say a thing about themselves unless it is via an electronic medium. Some claim that it is because they are shy. Which is valid. However, I am shy myself. I used to be so shy, that I couldn’t be in a room of more then 2 people without feeling anxious and wanting to leave. To this day I struggle with the same problem. But I refuse to hide behind the internet, where emotion and reality is void. Because I being someone who got over his shyness, I know that as long as you have the cover of an electronic medium to hide behind, the shyness with never go away. It doesn’t matter if you’re making friends, finding a mate, interviewing for a job… At one point, you are going to have to make yourself vulnerable. And accept that there is a possibilty that you could be rejected or hurt.

As much as I’ve tried to beat them. I can’t, and have been forced to instead, join them. I have your proof in the fact that the only way I can ever hope to convey this message to more then three people is via a website. I assure you all. Convenience is not without it’s price. It’s a shame it will likely be too late before the world realizes this fact. Ten bucks says I can find a publishing from someone just like me, 50 years ago warning people of what would come of our addiction to fossil fuels…

In person and in reality, doors can be shut, voices can be raised, feelings can be hurt, and deceit is much more difficult.

Things that my generation grow more and more incapable of handling.

“Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.”

Chili’s with the EliteRides.com crew.

On February - 16 - 2007

In Layton! Jesus that’s a hell of a round trip drive. $5.00 in gas just to make the trip.

The fact that we had organized an ER meet with only one weeks preperation and notice was astounding. Typically, the ER members deciding on a time and place to meet is the rough equivalent of trying to decide between the pink or blue bendy straw.

Or, “Very difficult” to the layman.

It was fun though. For once I didn’t spill my drink. But I think it could have used some drunken sugar packetting.

Fruitless patience.

On February - 14 - 2007

You remember when you were a kid and it was Christmas Eve and you couldn’t sleep for the life of you? Or maybe even a new video game that you enjoyed so much when you played it the other night, you couldn’t wait to get off work to go play it again? Or how about if you were really looking forward to seeing someone and then they don’t call you? Â How could you possibly sleep when you have spent the entire day watching the clock? Waiting. Attempting to distract yourself by occupying yourself with other things in order to make the time pass quicker to no avail.

After many torturous hours, the time has come. The fruit’s of your patience or ripe for picking. You reach out, and are startled back to reality when you realize you managed to grab a whole lot of nothing.

What if Christmas never came, no video game, and the person disappeared?

IÂ usually don’t ever dress up nice or anything like that, but I put on my best shirt, got my favorite belt, bothered to do my hair decent and shined my boots. All so I can be sitting here at 12:00 scrolling through my phone of antiquated numbers without even a text message from the third party. I wish I could be more surprized. But I’m not.

I’m so butthurt right now. I don’t even want to play WoW.

Owie.

Holiday Mass Text Messaging.

On February - 14 - 2007

What in the hell provokes people to wake up. and shoot off a text message to every person in their phone, telling them Happy New Years, Happy Valentines Day, Or Happy Monday?!

Because I don’t know about you guys, but I know how much I love being woke up by my phone five times in a hour and having someone let me know what the day is. “It’s Valentines Day?! No Shit?! It’s a good thing you took the time out of your day to let me know, and annoy me at the same time! Thank you!!

At which point I call them up and let them know how thankful I am that they reminded me of the holiday. God forbid I don’t know it’s: New Years Day when I have no plans; Valentines Day when I’m single; And Monday when Heroes in on.

What do we want? Our media, our conversations, the very thing things that make our lives worth living. When do we want it? Now.

Technology addiction kills me. I watch people check their blackberry’s three times in 5 minutes; Check MySpace in the middle of work; And even post in their blogs on a twice daily basis for lack of other social connections.

People now expect relationships that showed be formed over time, to be made in weeks, days, or hours. I’m guilty of the same thing. And it seems to not even I can any longer fight against it.

And you know what? I have completely lost the motivation to write this. As I would like to hop on World of Warcraft and check my auctions.

I rest my case. (Had I finished it.)

How shamefully childish.

On February - 14 - 2007

Me and Vann have two large wooden desks facing each other in the middle of the room right… So last night, me and Stevie are laying under one desk on a sleeping bag watching American Beauty. And because I was apparently hitting Vann with my feet, instead of informing anyone, or even asking me about it. He grabs his whole desk, and pulls it backwards, pulling my speakers down and causing the surge protector to fall. And, it still has yet to be fixed. Now, before anyone says anything, this point is no doubt to some extent childish in itself. “Why don’t you just tell him in person?” Well a few reasons. Number one because he’ll be asleep for the next four hours and I’m pissed now. And number two. The better portion of the people I know are so addicted to hiding behind technology, that they no longer have confrontational conversation in person. When confronted they’ll either up and leave, or play the passive-aggresive game. So it’s seems this will likely be the only way I’ll be able to say anything to him and actually have him take in the information.

Pick a fight.

On February - 13 - 2007

It is my full intention to go out today in my full dress, and appear in many crowded public places and hope that I will get that look from someone. You know what I’m talking about. The “I think that kid is dangerous because of the way he’s dressed.” look.

I feel like yelling at someone, and what better way to indirectly provoke it?

STOP CALLING ME!

On February - 12 - 2007

10 phones calls and text messages in an hour!Â

Yes, I am now aware of the situation at Trolley Square.
Yes, I know the shooter looked like, and dressed exactly like me.
No, it wasn’t me.
No, I am not looking forward to the weird looks I will no doubt get from people in the coming days.

Yes, I’ve been fantasizing about how cool it would have been to have been there, in my trenchcoat, and taken the shooter down myself in order to clear the stigma surrounding my preferred dress.

Yes! I’m home.

On February - 12 - 2007

I’ve received six text messages from people asking me where I am. And no one is answering my questions. What the hell is going on? Did I miss something?

Words fail.

On February - 8 - 2007

I have all these things I want to write about. Things that people would actually stop to read. Shame I haven’t the will power to write it all down.