Why I Need My Own Island.
Currently Listening To: Setzer - FF7 "Fighting"
Current Topic of Interest: None at the MOMENT!
Ah, glory. Weekend but no salvation and I still managed to do nothing today! Three Mid terms, two papers and soul calibur 3 next week. There is no peace!
There's a few things I want to start working on. One is a video of me and whoever else wants to participate in it's skills in various activities, whether that be a game, boffering, a fanciful game of waterbottle or public embarrassment. Probably going to be something similar to the power rangers video but hopefully better orchestration, more team input and video editing. That'll probably be finished/have enough material around when the semester ends/new years.
And then two short stories which I want to start writing. Gonna pitch the ideas to clark and see what he thinks about them. One will be dark but hilarious - the other much darker. Hopefully I can have em done by the time the next semester starts.
Ah, and the next? I want to start making a new boffer weapon. Gotta figure out exactly what I'm up for making, but it's gotta be unique and easy to use. Goddamn sword is so long.
Those are the plans, now for some discussion about pet peeves and people that talk to me when they shouldn't.
Ever since high school, I realized people have a problem differentiating their right from their left, because more often than not some idiot manages to walk through MY SIDE of the goddamn door. It always manages to be that goddamn blond in the pink shirt or the popped collar idiot wearing sandals in 45 degree weather. I can always expect it too. That look as if I'm the bat shit crazy one. Hey asshole, I don't know if you realized it, but you're a goddamn human being. If we didn't use our brains, we would have been extinct years ago so kindly step aside. It's gotten to the point where I don't fucking care. I will walk into you if you are going through my goddamn door. No, I'm not opening it for you. You are not special. You are like every other goddamn person on this planet, so get your shit together and go through the right side.
Oh, and Clark is quite the lucky fellow. Him and I regularly google talk (voice chat) over the internet. I really recommend you get it as well and just call us up sometime using the program for the discussions you will overhear in my room are memorable. This girl comes in, wants me to sell her something and begs me to sell it for $3, when I explicitly tell her $4. I continually refuse to sell it. She then decides to make a little small talk (oh god I fucken hate small talk) and asks why I'm not out drinking with them and instead choose to sit in and play halo (No, it wasn't Halo, it was cs, she's just illiterate). I point out that drinking on a thursday night isn't my thing and that drinking excessively in general just isn't too hawt.
"Then what do you guys do?"
"Fencing. Tennis. gaming. Random antics"
"What's fencing?"
And that's when I knew it. I looked into her eyes, she looked into my eyes and there was contact. I was paralyzed. My heart raced. My eyes watered. I knew it! She was a freaking idiot. GOD. No, not even he could save me from this. Surrounded by morons. I wanted to slit my wrists and staple gun my testicles to the floor so I couldn't get to my phone and dial 911 at the last second. But let's move on, shall we?
Bargaining. She thinks she can bargain now.
"So what do you do if you don't drink? Marijuana? Coke?"
"Naw. None of it really does anything for me. Hell, even the vicodin didn't really help but make me throw up"
"Oh. I can get you stronger shit if you want. I could hook you up with stuff like heroine"
Oh. Okay. Thanks. Because you know, that's what I was getting at when I said NOTHING REALLY DOES ANY FUCKING GODDAMN THING FOR ME. AH. MY HEAD. MY FREAKIN EYES. MY EARS. It all ached. How much longer?
Now, everyone likes to think they are a psychologist (including myself incidentally). They like to psychoanalyze everything in their goddamn life from why someone lies to them about something to why "joe left me." First, liars are liars and almost everyone is one. Second, joe left you because he wasn't with you in the first place. He was there to goddamn get some sex and leave. You both were drunk and that's that. It wasn't a goddamn relationship you fool.
On to what she said.
"You guys are enjoying this aren't you? You're just doing it for the attention."
Oh no. You've found me out haven't you. You've unraveled the enigma that is my motivation for making you pay four dollars instead of the dollar short you're coming to me with. It's all for attention. It's all because I want to keep some overly tanned girl who uses too much make up for an average day in my room in hopes of possibly scoring. Yes. That's my secret. Thank you for explaining it to me, because I would have never have figured it out. I mean, it's not like I want to play cs or anything. It's all a game to make it look like I'm disinterested when in fact I really am.
Seriously. Don't try and psycho analyze me. I do shit. It's usually for a reason. Most of the time, you're going to be wrong in guessing the motivation behind that reason.
"Maybe he's emotional." NO.
"Maybe he's holding a gruge." NO
"Maybe he's an asshole." N...err. Maybe. I'll give you that one.
2nd Semester of high school on I adopted a no bullshit policy. That no bullshit policy evolved to what I am today. I try to be helpful to people who aren't idiots. You do something stupid though and i'll probably say something. If I do something stupid, please tell me. This recipricated analysis of stupidity is necessary for a working relationship. Let's do this.
Now let's step away from that tangent and go back to the idiot trying to psycho analyze me. Yeah, don't do it.
Lucky for clark, he managed to hear every sarcastic remark from my roommate and I. You could have been there for the show too. Ask him, it was amusing. I had fun, the roomie had fun, it was a pleasure. But this situation really does remind me why I really don't give a shit about a lot of the people i've met in college. There are so. Many. Stupid. People. I can't help but be amazed by the vast numbers they hold over, say, the people I actually enjoy to hang out with.
But yeah, seriously. I can't wait till I'm in grad school.
That's my rant. Remember, do something stupid and i'll make a kind hearted suggestion. If I do something stupid, you do the same. <3.
Current Topic of Interest: None at the MOMENT!
Ah, glory. Weekend but no salvation and I still managed to do nothing today! Three Mid terms, two papers and soul calibur 3 next week. There is no peace!
There's a few things I want to start working on. One is a video of me and whoever else wants to participate in it's skills in various activities, whether that be a game, boffering, a fanciful game of waterbottle or public embarrassment. Probably going to be something similar to the power rangers video but hopefully better orchestration, more team input and video editing. That'll probably be finished/have enough material around when the semester ends/new years.
And then two short stories which I want to start writing. Gonna pitch the ideas to clark and see what he thinks about them. One will be dark but hilarious - the other much darker. Hopefully I can have em done by the time the next semester starts.
Ah, and the next? I want to start making a new boffer weapon. Gotta figure out exactly what I'm up for making, but it's gotta be unique and easy to use. Goddamn sword is so long.
Those are the plans, now for some discussion about pet peeves and people that talk to me when they shouldn't.
Ever since high school, I realized people have a problem differentiating their right from their left, because more often than not some idiot manages to walk through MY SIDE of the goddamn door. It always manages to be that goddamn blond in the pink shirt or the popped collar idiot wearing sandals in 45 degree weather. I can always expect it too. That look as if I'm the bat shit crazy one. Hey asshole, I don't know if you realized it, but you're a goddamn human being. If we didn't use our brains, we would have been extinct years ago so kindly step aside. It's gotten to the point where I don't fucking care. I will walk into you if you are going through my goddamn door. No, I'm not opening it for you. You are not special. You are like every other goddamn person on this planet, so get your shit together and go through the right side.
Oh, and Clark is quite the lucky fellow. Him and I regularly google talk (voice chat) over the internet. I really recommend you get it as well and just call us up sometime using the program for the discussions you will overhear in my room are memorable. This girl comes in, wants me to sell her something and begs me to sell it for $3, when I explicitly tell her $4. I continually refuse to sell it. She then decides to make a little small talk (oh god I fucken hate small talk) and asks why I'm not out drinking with them and instead choose to sit in and play halo (No, it wasn't Halo, it was cs, she's just illiterate). I point out that drinking on a thursday night isn't my thing and that drinking excessively in general just isn't too hawt.
"Then what do you guys do?"
"Fencing. Tennis. gaming. Random antics"
"What's fencing?"
And that's when I knew it. I looked into her eyes, she looked into my eyes and there was contact. I was paralyzed. My heart raced. My eyes watered. I knew it! She was a freaking idiot. GOD. No, not even he could save me from this. Surrounded by morons. I wanted to slit my wrists and staple gun my testicles to the floor so I couldn't get to my phone and dial 911 at the last second. But let's move on, shall we?
Bargaining. She thinks she can bargain now.
"So what do you do if you don't drink? Marijuana? Coke?"
"Naw. None of it really does anything for me. Hell, even the vicodin didn't really help but make me throw up"
"Oh. I can get you stronger shit if you want. I could hook you up with stuff like heroine"
Oh. Okay. Thanks. Because you know, that's what I was getting at when I said NOTHING REALLY DOES ANY FUCKING GODDAMN THING FOR ME. AH. MY HEAD. MY FREAKIN EYES. MY EARS. It all ached. How much longer?
Now, everyone likes to think they are a psychologist (including myself incidentally). They like to psychoanalyze everything in their goddamn life from why someone lies to them about something to why "joe left me." First, liars are liars and almost everyone is one. Second, joe left you because he wasn't with you in the first place. He was there to goddamn get some sex and leave. You both were drunk and that's that. It wasn't a goddamn relationship you fool.
On to what she said.
"You guys are enjoying this aren't you? You're just doing it for the attention."
Oh no. You've found me out haven't you. You've unraveled the enigma that is my motivation for making you pay four dollars instead of the dollar short you're coming to me with. It's all for attention. It's all because I want to keep some overly tanned girl who uses too much make up for an average day in my room in hopes of possibly scoring. Yes. That's my secret. Thank you for explaining it to me, because I would have never have figured it out. I mean, it's not like I want to play cs or anything. It's all a game to make it look like I'm disinterested when in fact I really am.
Seriously. Don't try and psycho analyze me. I do shit. It's usually for a reason. Most of the time, you're going to be wrong in guessing the motivation behind that reason.
"Maybe he's emotional." NO.
"Maybe he's holding a gruge." NO
"Maybe he's an asshole." N...err. Maybe. I'll give you that one.
2nd Semester of high school on I adopted a no bullshit policy. That no bullshit policy evolved to what I am today. I try to be helpful to people who aren't idiots. You do something stupid though and i'll probably say something. If I do something stupid, please tell me. This recipricated analysis of stupidity is necessary for a working relationship. Let's do this.
Now let's step away from that tangent and go back to the idiot trying to psycho analyze me. Yeah, don't do it.
Lucky for clark, he managed to hear every sarcastic remark from my roommate and I. You could have been there for the show too. Ask him, it was amusing. I had fun, the roomie had fun, it was a pleasure. But this situation really does remind me why I really don't give a shit about a lot of the people i've met in college. There are so. Many. Stupid. People. I can't help but be amazed by the vast numbers they hold over, say, the people I actually enjoy to hang out with.
But yeah, seriously. I can't wait till I'm in grad school.
That's my rant. Remember, do something stupid and i'll make a kind hearted suggestion. If I do something stupid, you do the same. <3.
