213-DU WERDEST EINE KRANKENSCHWESTER BRAUCHEN

People who should get hit in the face with a shovel


Orlando Bloom
Hayden Christensen
HHH
Justin Timberlake
Whoever that bitch is that sings the song I can't stand.
Good Charlotte
TATU
Brittany Spears
The idiots irritating me in the library
The Guys from N-Pretty

You know I really have no idea if anybody reads this

I don't ask people about this thing really, and I don't get many comments. So it's entirely possible that I'm just talking to myself here. That might bother some people, but I am quite used to talking to myself.

You see when you live alone and have a long walk to get anywhere, not to mention hate taking the bus and I have an extremely boring job, you have a great deal of time on your hands with not much to do. I could do work of course, but that would be too productive

So I talk to myself, a lot. Especially at work and walking home. Maybe it makes me crazy, but it would be one among many things so I'm not too worried.

I talk about a lot of things, the idiot costumers the gods send to annoy me, possible topics for school work, what I'm going to do this weekend, how normal talking to myself is. Ect

Sometimes I have imaginary conversations with people I know. A lot of times arguments, which through a stunning display of logic and cool wits I always win. Well that and it's in my mind, if I start losing them when I'm the one thinking them I think I might give up every arguing about anything.

BLARG!

Though I suppose this isn't new, I've done it for years actually. Maybe not having any siblings to argue with or talk to is what caused this to develop. That or some kind of brain tumor.

"If everybody would stop being so selfish and start thinking of how things will effect me the world would be a better place."

I've always liked that quote. I'm not sure if I made it up or got it from somewhere though, and that happens to me far too often. Often times I'll say something and then wonder whether I invented it or have ripped something off. It's the same with anything actually. I often will not be able to remember whether or not something really happened or if it was a dream. I wonder why that is? Maybe it's that the line between fantasy and reality is, at best, blurry to me. Or maybe all the alcohol I've consumed has caused a vast amount of rewiring in my brain making all my experiences, real, imagined or just seen on TV, go to the same memory storage area. That might also explain why I can remember the most obscure events from my past that nobody else even remembers yet it'll take me 5 minutes to figure out what I ate for breakfest yesterday.

Well I guess when all else fails, blame the alcohol for my problems. Or the gods, I love blaming gods for things. I used to just blame god, as in the Christian god but then when I thought about the fact that I'm not Christian I thought that was a bit unfair. Now I blame them all, God, Budda, Zeus, Odin that weird Elephant thing, I shake my fist at all of them. Like when I step in a mud puddle, get cut off in traffic, wake up in the drunk tank, it's always fun to believe that an immortal being has taken a personal interest in pissing you off, makes you feel important.

Man you miss a couple days....
Between Freakpoint, and the various blogs I had about an hour and a half of reading to do. Too bad people don't post my school readings, I might actually do them.

Well At least Now I Know What The Inside of a Prison Looks Like
Yeah. It finally happened. I knew it was going to happen eventually, I was surprised it hadn't happened already, but last Wednesday, after having consumed something in the range of over 3 pitchers of beer and throwing up all over the Grawood, I was walking home and after some events I cannot recall I wound up in the drunk tank. So I guess Dave Colin and I are like brothers now.

Still, it wasn't so bad really. I mean they took my laces and belt, I think that's so I can't hang myself or something, and they took all my other stuff, like the watch I had broken and don't remember breaking. And then I was lead to a large yellow cell with flickering lights and some other guy there where I preceded to sleep on a stone bench. However as I was completely out of it sleep came fairly easily I think I slept for something like 8 hours. When I woke up the world was covered with snow, so the cops drove me home, I guess I wasn't overly belligerent.

Still, I think I might stop drinking for a little while at least. Throwing up in the Grawood, breaking my watch and landing in jail are about as close to the bottom as I want to get. Though what bothers me the most about it is my watch, I liked that watch.

The Secret To Doing Well On Tests Is Going To Class, Who Knew?


Today I have two midterms, as usual I have not studied for either until the day of. However one of the two, I've actually been to pretty much every class and have notes from one of the two classes I missed. I don't have the reader, but those things are useless.

Anyway, so having gone over my notes twice in the two hours before the test, I arrived feeling that I would probably know some, but not all of the questions. Well, I knew them all except one easily. That was kind of nice. Makes me think my policy on skipping class, that is to skip as much as possible, might be wrong. Of course it just reaffirms my idea that doing readings is a waste of my time.

My next midterm is entirely multiple choice, that usually works out well for me.

Ah, to go to school, get a B average and not really try at all to do it. That's the life for me, mediocrity without effort

Other thing today, I left my oven on with two slices of bread in it, I was worried I'd go home to find a huge cloud of smoke, but it was all good. I made myself a sandwich with them.

After a hard day of work, dealing with the idiots that seem to swarm around Superstore at all times this is pretty much my Heaven too

With a Blog So Powerful He Ripped the Internet Asunder

So there I was, busily writing a message and pointedly ignoring my work when an odd thing happened. It refused to post. So I tried again and this time it worked. As I went to republish the blog, it appeared the the internet simply stopped working. I couldn't get to the page, it told me that neither Blogger or blogspot existed, and to top that all off other pages were starting to be displayed weirdly. I tried Netscape, same deal. When I went back to my blog, I found that not only had my recent blog been published twice, but the one the failed to work Saturday night was there as well. Then when I tried to correct the error, everything just stopped working.

Unfortunately this isn't an issolated incident.

For some reason, computers have the bizarre and annoying tendency to break down in my presence, even if I'm not using them. If I had a nickle for everytime I've been around when somebody said "Well this has never happened before" I'd have a shitload of nickles. Either computers can't handle my majesty or somehow I have the innate ability to make them go haywire. This might mean I shouldn't fly places very often.

On the plus side if robots take over the world I'll be sitting pretty

Procrastinating

Someday maybe I'll learn.

Well probably not

I'm sitting in the library, working on an essay that's due in the class I'm currently skipping to write the essay. It's not a long essay, or a hard essay, I could have done in at any time in the 3 weeks I've known about it, yet here I am once again.

Some people say they work best when in a last minute panic, not me. I ONLY work in a last minute panic. i'm bad enough for essays, and even worse for studying. Midterms and exams are usually studied for the day of and no sooner. Maybe some nights I'll try and sit down to do something, but I'll be distracted soon enough by video games, T.V or just a random shiny object. And if there's nothing around to distract me, I'll clean my appartment. The only time I ever seem to be really disgusted with the current state of my place is when I have school work that needs to be done. Oh well, at least it's somewhat productive.

Someday I might learn

But I doubt it

Alright, I did it. I broke down and made one. And why not? After all, I have to walk everywhere and as such have a great deal of time to just rant and rave in my own head about whatever I want. Might as well write it down and try to amuse some people. Beside, I found myself activly creating entries in my head.