53,000 miles on my car. FIFTY THREE. That's like... mid-life crisis for a car. I bought the car at the beginning of September with only 37,000 miles on it. That means I drove 16,000 miles in nine months. Wow.

Alright, so it's not that bad. But you don't realize that at 60,000 miles, there is a service on my car. It's almost mandatory, since the things that need to be serviced at that time are what keep the car from blowing up. To complicate matters more, i'm still trying to put on my turbo. I really don't want to roll up to the dealership with an aftermarket turbo on my car. I kinda feel like they'll blame me for breaking parts and try to charge me double or something.

Also, my shocks are so messed up. I didn't realize how messed up they were until an acquantence yesterday, who was driving in another car asked me why my car seemed to jump up and down so much. Trust me, buddy, they ain't no hydrolics.

Now i am here in Jersey, trying to find my friend Kim to celebrate her birthday and also to find my friend Jim so I can get his birthday present and give it to Brian (who's birthday passed a week or so ago) down in Maryland for him. And I still owe my other Brian-ly named friend something since his birthday passed this week also. Damn it. There's alot of freakin April birthdays.

And my birthday is coming soon too.

Countdown to the greatest day on Earth. Take one.

G'damn roadrunner cable modem service.

*The whole story*

Since we moved into the house a few months back, my friend had since transfered his cable modem service from his old residence to Das House. Well, a couple days ago, the cable service just stopped and we were really confused. We called the cable company to ask them what the hell happened, and they told us that the account had been shut down because at the old house, it was to be canceled. Well, duh, of course.

We're guessing they used the same account number when they transfered the service, and probably forgot about it being switched. i.e. They suck.

*Restate beginning statement*

G'damn road runner cable modem service.

In other news, I applied for the Gap today at a group interview. Jeez. I didn't know that so many people would want a job at the Gap. It's just clothes at 50% off. Who'd want that? And it's not like spring/summer clothes at Gap even look good. I just want the money... ... And maybe that pair of pants I saw today.

We'll see what happens.. I don't really want to compete with seven other people for the job opening(s).

Dave Chappelle on the weekend. What a great comedian.

"I smoke crack... and my husband beats me..."
"..."
"Got Milk?"

I have been hit with "Spring Fever". Or at least, that's why my friend has said to me. How much of it do i believe? I don't know, it was so hot last week, I was too busy sweating off my balls to care.

Yes though, perhaps a special someone has finally entered my life. Spring fever? maybe. Coincedence? maybe. I can never really say for sure, because it just so happened that things worked out the way they did.

Who is to say thing Spring Fever makes me tingle when she laughs at my jokes. Or Spring Fever makes me want any particular moment to last forever. And who's to say Spring Fever made me download Bryan Adams - Everything I Do, because I wanted it to be in a particular moment. So then Spring Fever made my heart beat faster then usual? Or Spring Fever made every sensation that much more real?

Nah. Spring Fever just means my allergies are going off cuz of all the fuckin pollen in the air.

So this weekend i decided to come to maryland. Last night, after a great night out of watching the Rock kick ass for the people (no, not WWF... The Scorpian King. duh.), we came home and chilled. Then I realized I really had no reason to be in Maryland.

Well ok, one reason. It was my friend Brian's bday, and well, I did live with him for six months during my internship, so I owe him alot.

But then I realized that next week I would be coming down to Maryland again, since we are going to see Dave Chappelle on the 28th.

Well, that's it for now kids. Stay alive and don't stick any forks into wall sockets.

My dad finally pulled through and dropped me some money. So that means I can finally buy the stuff I want/need for my car. Ah... everything is going so well these days.

I left on an away message saying "I Feel Complete".

I really do.

Nothing can pull me down. *knock on wood*

Unless this is another one of those "up" times... which means the "down" is coming soon. And considering how "up" i feel at the moment... that may mean the down is going to come really hard. I hope it doesn't.

There must be a god.

I'm feeling complete. Well, not totally complete, but more complete then I have in a long time.

What's keeping me from being complete complete? My car of course!

*Commence blabbering of car that nobody really cares about*

I need to get shocks, springs, rotors, brake pads, stainless steel brake lines, new tranny fluid, a short shifter, a shifter kit, spark plugs, plug wires, carbon fiber tailights, HID modifier headlights, clear corners, a carbon fiber hood, and a carbon fiber wing. Then i'll be set for a little while.

Then i'll feel complete. But for now, the quest continues.

Who wants to hire me so i can make some money?

Apparently something happened between friday and monday that I'm still not too sure of. I don't know what to make of it. I say the previous line alot these days. Hmm.. makes me wonder.

But anyway, I don't want to comment on it anymore then that.

Busy busy.. I need money.

Car, you'll be finished yet.

Weekend update:

-Don't do drugs. Drugs are bad. Let others do drugs and then watch them. Trust me, it's just as entertaining.
-There are too many couples in my circle of friends. It's depressing sometimes.
-If you like Ben and Jerry's, try the flavor "Phish Food". The only thing I don't like are the chocolate chip fishies.
-Racing is fun, but don't race when it's raining.
-Also don't race when gas is so damn expensive these days.
-Car is washed.

Weekends are that interesting.

But I am planning the Bday. Mu. Ha. Ha.

I just listened to some group called Yellow Rage. They are these two asian girls that talk about various things in spoken word.

This is me deciding to mock them:

So you can yell at people in spoken word. Well shit, i know things that you've never heard. Do you know why we're here this day? Do you know why we came to stay? Your parent see, inherently, wanted you to have a better life. One filled with non violence and little strife. So you can dictate your diction with words on conviction. Talk about religion, pop culture, and other things fiction. So what? You wanna have asian pride, go back to asia. Go back inside, don't hide from the motherland you dream of. The one you talk of so great, the things of late, but yet you haven't escaped. You wanna live in cambodia where they kill each other everyday? Do you know what you say when North Korea turned out that way? You speak of demilitarized zones, so go live in that home, where a kid is waiting for her daddy all alone. Or in another asian country where they don't even have a phone? Or maybe Japanese taxonomy, where their economy is slowly dropping, where people who used to have a job for life are finding themselves laid off, not paid off, living on the streets. So pick a country and go try to make a living. I really don't the Chinese communist are so forgiving when you shoot of your tongue and cough a lung and giving your little speeches in rhymes unsung. I doubt i'm better, being ABC i'm probably pretty mooshy, but at least I know when I go eat some sushi, that it's not Japanese but americanized shit. But I deal with it, so now i'm sharing with you my wit.

And you think america's so shady, well, guess what lady? You talkin crazy. So what if some chink thinks that bleachin his hair is style. So what if he becomes Anglo-Saxon a while. At least he came with a smile and can say he's having his fun. Don't worry I haven't yet to start this one. What about korean pop culture, all those guys have blue hair. You think that's a scare, what about japan and what they wear. It's not that great the expostulate our fate and those feelings left unscraped. We're not the only culture striving to be different yet the same. What about plastic surgery and all the fame a pair of fake boobs can bring to a white girl, it's all the same, so I don't wanna hear this crap. Don't wanna be attacked by some girls who think they know what asian pride is when they obviously are livin in a world predominately of cultures clashing, with ideas splashing around. So just watch what you say and who you say it to, and then someday you might understand the truth.

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Sorry, i had to get that off my chest. Not because what they say is wrong, but I think the way they say it is too extreme. Sure, there name is Yellow Rage... but they rage a little too much. And yes, I do like them. I like them ALOT for having the courage to talk of things unsaid. They do a good job expressing themselves and putting ideas into our head.

But then again, that's what cults are made of.

Weekend agenda:

1) I have nothing planned.

*End of weekend agenda*

Kinda sad isn't it?

Well, there's a bunch of stuff i could do.. but nothing excites me. Blah. I don't know. I guess i'll go watch a movie. But it's raining.. i don't like driving in the rain.

Sigh. I'll figure it out.

Who remember me saying that I'm doing a new layout?

Nobody? Thought so. Sigh.

Well, i haven't done it yet. Anyone wanna try their skills and make a layout for me?

You'll be famous.

At least in my eyes.

Today kids, we will have a philosophical discussion based on culture within our society.

...

Alright, eff that. The only reason i brought that up was because that was what happened in Sociology 101 today. Of course, my group presented the chapter on culture.. and well, I guess i tried too hard. All i wanted to do was lead myself into my next section, which was about instincts versus learning through culture. But after that, it turned into a one hour debate on if humans are instinctual or not.

Is it really that hard to believe that we have to LEARN things and we don't have any instincts? I guess some people do not want to accept that, because it makes us seem vulnerable as a species. On the other hand, the very fact that we do learn things shows that we are superior, for no other species can be taught as well as our kind.

In other news, today was a very slow day. Nothing of great importance happened. Actually, nothing at all happened. Woke up late, missed some classes, went to some, came home, played some games.. and now i'm on blog to all my adoring fans (all 3.6 of you).

Tomorrow will be brighter...
and tonight... will be... um.. night(er).

My friend Tron has decided to come out of the closet and admit that he's gay. It's kinda disturbing. I mean.. i DO live in the same house as the guy. But I guess since he's not really hitting on me or anything, I can live with it.

I always wondered why he always brought guys over, and never talked to any girls. I mean.. sure.. guys sleeping over is alright.. but everynight? That was just strange.

He's afraid that things are gonna change, and that we're going to stop talking to him or what not... but you know what.. he's already the house homo.

Some things will never change.

*I call it revenge*

This message is the continuation that's SUPPOSE to be on Frank's POD Guestbook. But um... he's full of technical difficulties:

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Frank'POD rocks. Frank plugs me, so therefore he is my hero. You wanna be my hero? plug me! You're a girl? really? Fine, i'll be your loveslave.

Everyone should do themselves a favor and check the POD even when it ISN'T updated. Come on now, how many of you REALLY appreciated April 2, 2002's POD? I know I sure checked it every day that it was up. *end sarcasm*

And remember kids: A picture is worth a thousand words... but words are worth a thousand pictures.

More amazing parables, words of wisdom, intriguing comments, and your mom jokes coming soon:
http://mystified.blogspot.com

Feelin ¿MyStiFieD?
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And that's what was suppose to be there. Welp Franky poo, hope you figure things out. And i hope you understand now why I hate guestbooks.

Plugged again for the second day in the row: Frank's POD

I'm not in the "mode" anymore. If you don't know what i mean, let me explain.

Blogging is only as fun as the mindset i'm in. If i'm upset, then my blog will probably be pretty upsetting. If i'm happy, then my blog will probably be silly. If i'm retarted, then my blog will be what you read everyday. But that doesn't count. You know what I mean now?

So today's mindset is "blah". Which is what my blog probably sounds like to you.

*Wow, this is a bunch of blah*
As oppose to
*Wow, this is a bunch of BLEEP*
which is what people usually say about my blog.

Well, I guess i'll just run down a list of random thoughts. My adoring fans (all 3.4 of you) love it.

Term of the day: Weapon X.
Thought of the day: Whoever invited seafood should die.
Drink of the day: Deer Park Bottled water.
Cup of the day: I just fucking said I was drinking bottled water, dumbass.
Picture of the day: http://www.seas.upenn.edu/~kkwang/pod/pod.html
Friend of the day: Ha. I'm not that biased.
Most said word of the day: Mothah FUCKAAAAHHHHH
Car of the Day (week, month, year): 1997 Mitsubishi Eclipse
Group of the day: The Neptunes, NERD.
Game of the day: Return to Castle Wolfenstein
Event of the day: Chinatown.
Homework of the day: Comp Sci 260 program
Midterm of the day: Comp Sci 270 Logical Expression and Discrete Math bs crap.
Toe of the day: Pinky.

And this is my blog of the day.

Nuff said.

There are those people in the world who deserve some kind of praise, some kind of honor for all that they accomplished in life. Well, the following person isn't one of those.
He is though, one of those people that deserve a plug for his site since he is one of the few people that I know who gets assaulted by pee pee.

His alias is Meestor Mumpie. Don't ask me why. I don't really know.

Meestor Mumpie is one of my friends from Maryland who has moved on to bigger and better things. Well, not really. It's only Parliment.. .but how many of YOU can say you worked in London?

And plus, he talks in big words: "An ongoing analysis of the disadvantages and merit of living in the modern world. Special attention will be paid to the diminishing role of the nation-state, and its implications on a neoDarwinian understanding of human society. Also, we'll talk about bunnies, because bunnies are cute."

So visit his mind at http://mumpodrome.blogspot.com/

Out of all the expression and slangs that exist in this world, there are those few that I hate and would never use.

First would be "hella", even thought I tolerate it, because I think it's a clever expression developed on the west coast. When west coast people use it, fine, that's "hella kool", but when people I know personally start saying that shit, it pisses me the hell off. Go invent your own goddamn expression and stop copying the west coast.

Second would be "grip", which is a socal expression. It basically means 'alot'. Like... there was a grip of dumbasses saying "grip" while standing outside of the hella hot SoCal sun. Not to be confused with "get a grip" which is an older expression. I'd never use it. I'd rather say "mad". Like, grip is mad gay.

But there is one term that really really irks me. No, it doesn't irk me. It just PISSES ME OFF. These are the people who say "lates" when giving their fairwells.

Now, tell me, what purpose does lateS serve that latER doesn't? IT'S NOT FUCKING CLEVER. It's just retarded.

Let's go through the rundown:

They both mean goodbye.
They both have five letters.
L-A-T-E-R is just as easy to type as L-A-T-E-S.
Lates is a plural of 'late' meaning basically not on time.
Later actually makes sense, as it means an actual timeframe after the present.

So why are all you brainwashed chumps submitting into pop culture and using a word that serves no purpose?

Why replace a perfectly good term?

God, this grip of shit hella pisses me off.

Later.

Don't forget kids. Tonight at 2 am it will be Daylight Savings. That's Spring Forward. Push your clocks one hour faster.

Get with it.

New layout may be coming soon. But most likely a good deal of you will tell me to change it back.

To which i'll say:

FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUC--. fine. i will.

For those of you who know what's been going on in my life (all 2.1 of you), you know that i'm in a situation right now. I can't reveal anymore then that, because well... like i always say... I don't know who reads my blog, and I don't really want to tell the whole world.

Now, it's do I think about it or do I just go with the flow and treat it like whatever? It's all or nothing. I don't do anything half assed. Even when it comes to worrying about something.

I don't know. I really wish it wasn't 4 am so I had someone to talk to about it.

My very special friend Jeeves just brought to my attention that I forgot to mention him in my blog when I was talking about everyone who lived in the house.

Oops.

Well, it's not ALL my fault. Mostly cuz he sleeps until 4 pm, and I hardly ever see him. He's like, the creeper in the shadow n shit.

But anyways, Jeeves is the all essential 5th member of the house. The one that adds the spice flavor to our dull dreary tasteless lives. Plus, he liked my protractor idea:

One day, while everyone was asleep (except of course, for me and Jeeves since we are both nocturnal), he asked me if i had a protractor. Yea. Me. Protractor. Pffff... So anyway, I had an epiphany and told him to go online and print out a protractor and use that. I am happy to say that my idea was a success and he managed to finish his art project in due time.

Yes, Jeeves is a digital media major. What does that mean? He's going to be rich and famous someday. That's right kids, he's hot, and one day he'll be taken.

Want it to be you? Of course you do. Fucking IM him @ Remyec. He's still single.

*wink wink*

No homo's allowed. Just straight sexy women for a straight sexy guy. NIN appreciation is a must. Get him while supplies last.

Just a funny blurb I found in the Wall Street Journal today:

"A Texas lab technician contracted skin anthrax last month because he wasn't wearing gloves when he handled samples from the fall bioterror attacks, the CDC said. He is expected to recover."

What a dumbass.

Well, if you all remember about six months ago, I did "A Typical Day in the Life of the Mystic". Well, this is "A Typical Day in the Life of the Mystic: Part Duex... Electric Boogaloo"

***Start***

I wake up five minutes before the alarm goes off.
It's either 10 am or 12 am, depending on what day I have (class time varies.. i give myself one hour to get ready).
I get up, start getting dressed... check my messa--
The alarm goes off.
*Insert random curseword and have a strange urge to want to kick said alarm*.
I go back to checking my messages and email.
Everyone of course, is awake before me, since my classes are really late.
I go brush my teeth, wash my face, do my hair.. yada yada yada.
Thinkin that one hour is plenty of time to get ready for class, I go downstairs get a bite to eat
Smoke a cig
Chat with friends.
I leave the house two minutes before my first class starts.
I stroll.
I see the same ten cars parked on the street everyday as I walk into campus. (including mine)
Go to class.
Try hard to pay attention.
Fail at that, then start to doodle in my notebook.
Go to commuters lounge and chill with people for a little.
From then on, somedays I go to my other classes, some days I get to go home.
*at home*
*insert random game to play*.
Think about doing homework. (and i stress *think*).
*insert random food in my mouth to eat*.
Talk online and try to find something to do.
Think about doing some more homework. (still stressing *think*)
Play some more games.
Attempt to do homework and then realize I should just go to sleep.
Shower and sleep.
*rinse and repeat*

There this weird nagging sensation. I want to relate it to withdrawal symptoms of not smoking a cig... or for me personally, not being near a computer with internet access for long periods of time, but somehow, it doesn't quite fit right.

I'm not longer problem free. There is something on my mind and it won't go away. I can't say just yet what it is. It's not within me yet to want to admit it. But I'd probably say something like this:

Can you hear me now?
Can you see I'm here?
Waiting for your arms
Just to hold me dear?
I wished for you to come
And now you here this day.
But how come I'm alone?
So near yet far away.

Yes. Chalk one up to spur of the moment poetry.

Wow, i'm really not an artist. Just a guy with alot of shit on my mind and needing a place to put it.

"Huh?", you say, "Da eff are you talkin about?"

Oh yea. Right. Well, Today i just attempted to make another webpage layout. I stress *attempted* very much. Mostly cuz I only know basic coding tricks and well, i'm too lazy to learn anything else.

Also, the government beat it out of me that I shouldn't make a webpage out of anything but text, because blind people won't be able to read it.

This is why i don't play addicting online games

I've had my gaming addiction before. And I stopped. I woke up one day and i realized that it wasn't doing me anygood. (actually, i got pissed off at the game one day, but then what i just said did happen). From that day, all of my gaming consists of games that are short and to the point. Things that I could play, win in, and then stop, or if i so choosed, start over. It works out well.

I only game for about 2 or 3 hours every day now.

Seriously. If i wanted an addiction, i'd shoot heroin.

Finally, two months later, I finally scanned my london journal onto the computer:
(Just make sure you follow the arrows)

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

Happy reading.

Mystic511@hotmail.com

Email me. Go ahead. I really like feedback from my readers. I mean.. damn, i get like 40 hits a day, I know some of you can email me and say hi.

I have nothing to say at the moment.. i'm kinda in a mind numbing limbo of blah. I need to find something new and interesting. If i don't find it soon, i think i'm just going to end up buying stuff to fill that void.

Yes, i'm an impulsive buyer. But we already knew that.

For all of you who thought i was really going to be a webcam girl.

APRIL FOOLS!

Suckaz.

And now for my personality describe to go with being a Webcam Girl.

Name: Allen
DOB: May 11, 1982
Hobbies: Knitting, Playing with dangerous objects, and Laughing at your mom.
College: Student at Drexel University.
Major: Bachelor of Arts in adding 1's and 0's.
Other Hobbies: Cars, Poetry, and Damn Sexy Girls.
Objects on Desk: Bottle of water, Post-It note pad, a packet of ketchup, and hand lotion (*wink wink*)
The thing I'd die for: Sex in a Maclaren F1 with the hottest girl in the world who didn't want to "cuddle and talk" afterward.
Other things I'd KILL for: Same as above, plus about 17 other cars that I can think of off the top of my head.
Things I'd die just by seeing: A fat woman doing jumping jacks, your mom naked (unless she was a MILF), and/or a man with a vagina.
Smokes: Marlboro Ultra Lights mixed with Parliment Lights.
Other Smokes: Sometimes Marlboro Menthol Lights/Ultra Lights, Camel Lights, and Camel Special Lights.
Favorite Drink: Malibu and Pineapple. Yes.. it's a homo drink.. but then again, so are you.
Places You Wouldn't Recommend Going in London: Stonehedge
(I took that picture, bish!)
Places You'd definately go to in London: Point 101... best nightclub ever:

That's all for now.

This is my meaning of life:




What is your meaning of life?

Well, at least one person cares about my being a whore now:

*This message was sent to me by a friend who's been plugging my site*

C6: P7: can I get an explicit picture of Allen?
C6: i think that requires that you buy him something
P7: umm....like what?
P7: I can get him a fortune cookie

Here's an explicit picture for ya.


Of my crotch.

You owe me a fortune cookie.

Today is my first small step to becoming a Cam Girl.


First on my wishlist:


No silly, not the cigarettes. I want you to buy me the laptop behind it!

*In Other News*

Comp Sci homework is HARD. I hate binary. Who invented adding 1's and 0's? I'll kill that person and datalog it all in my Webcam Picture Journal.

So? Think I have what it takes?