Happy New Hallow's Eve. Hope you all remembered that this holiday was created to scare away spirits and then some dude decided to commercialize it and make everyone buy candy for children on the threat of having their houses TP'd. This is probably the same dude who convinced everyone to buy presents for each other on JESUS CHRIST'S BIRTHDAY. I won't even go into Easter.

Sorry if i bursted anyone's bubble. It's ok to enjoy the holidays for what they are now, as long as you recognize what they used to be. I'm sure the Devil loves the fact that you overindulge on Halloween, and it must be such a bonus when you do so on Holy Christian Holidays too. Muhaha.

This morning was really interesting, while i was sitting in my car waiting for it to warm up, I see this other car pass by completely covered in silly string. I'm so happy that people still celebrate mischief night.

Remember kids, Halloween is one of the few days you can be yourself: Ugly.

I was going to write a beautiful and sophisticated piece on my blog today, just to prove to the few who choose to be haterz that I can write that way. But I reached ten unique comments on my xanga story so it'll have to wait.

Why don't I write with sophisticated big wordy language you say? I just choose not to (and because i'm lazy). Using big words means nothing if the substance you write about lacks intelligence. Some would say though: Yes, but it is those who write with both high vocabulary and substance that will truly excel. My answer: Welp, I guess i'm just a dumb fuck then. Sue me for wanting to write the way I'd talk. Plus, I write for a particular audience, my adoring fans (all 6.1 of you). Don't take offense, i'm just saying that I think ya'll just wanna hear me shoot the shit as regular ol' me.

I'm not sayin those people who choose to use all big words and write all fluffy are sucky writers with no content.. i'm just sayin it's too freakin hard to decipher that shit at 3 am when i have nothing better to do. Hanna's xanga is probably one of the most easy reads ever, but it's damn entertaining. Her style is simple, yet every entry is presented differently. Her writing is an evaluation of self and therefore interesting. Plus, she's funny.

The most retarded online journal entries are the ones that mean absolutely nothing. Those shoddy attempts of saying something highly philosophical, but it just comes out as crap. Something stupid like... "The lighted candle of intellect..." or "Angry at the world" or "Bitter beyond words" or "Life is trickling like my cock after peeing." Ok.. yea? And? Thanks for fuckin sharing. Ooooo, wow, you're so mysterious, I'm trying so hard to figure you out. My god, your one line was way beyond my comprehension (I hope you all can smell the sarcasm). Do me a favor asshole, just fuckin type in "I have no idea what to post"... or better yet.. just don't post.

Ok, it doesn't upset me that much, but for real... save the one liners for your away messages.

Remember kids, intellegence is not measured by how much of a dictionary you memorized. That's a gauge for how big of a fucking dork you are.

After december 31st, my work is switching to bi-weekly pay checks. *hold please.* NOOoOooOOOOOOOOOOO, WHY MEEEEEE, I LIKE MONEY... *cry cry* *big sad face*

Alright, i'm back. But freakin damn it, must they? Cashflow on a weekly basis was such a great thing... now I have to wait every two weeks? That sucks man. It's not like the money is going to be any different... but I guess it's a good way of keeping me from spending it. Eesh.

If i were to try really hard, i believe that I could save like... a couple thousand dollars. But... we all know realistically that's not going to happen. It's worth trying right?

Wow, this blog entry really sucks. Must.. find.. something... interesting. Like... tron's... mom...

Ok, why is it that at every KFC they either give you a fork or a spork? Whatever happened to the SPOON??? Since all their side dishes are on these styrofoamy dish things... it's so damn hard to scoop out the last little bits of food with even a spork. You'd think that KFC would show more intellegence in equiping their customers with the proper utensils to facilitate the consumption of mashed potatos. Sure, it's not a major complaint, but i've been letting that sit within me for the past 10 years. I hate fuckin sporks.

Remember kids, in 2003 i will only be chillin every other week. =D

I would like to take this moment in extending a heartfelt apology (which is quite rare, so shut up and listen) to everyone's birthday who I may or may not miss in the next year. Honestly, I suck at remembering birthdays. I even tried to program my phone's scheduler to remind me of everyone's birthday... but the last time I tried that, my phone broke, and I ended up forgetting that all the reminders were in my broken phone and forgot a couple people's birthday anyway.

So I just want to say right now that I have all the intention in the world to remember your birthday, but PLEASE TELL ME when it's coming. Don't test how good of a friend I am or whatever, cuz I'll tell you right now, I won't remember. Hell, I almost forgot my own birthday this year. If any of you remember, my planning and invitations went out about.. .oh... six days before my birthday. So yea, a week notice would be awesome. And if you don't tell me, then I'll just assume I wasn't remembered by you and/or wasn't invited to your party. HA, now I can make YOU feel guilty about me not remembering your birthday. Nice.

Oh yea, since i'm on a roll, I might as well apologize right now for being weird online. Sometimes i'll be having a conversation with someone who'll unintentionally say something to piss me off. I usually address it one of two ways... yell at them for saying what they said.. or just ignore them until I cool off. Usually the latter. Since it's hard to place blame on if it was intentional or not, I generally give the benefit of the doubt and pretend it never happened.

Alright, that's it for now.

Remember Kids, people who watch over your shoulder while you're writing your blog suck major cock.

It's sunday, sadly 8:30 in the morning cuz of day lights savings... freakin passed out last night after drinking this shot of--ok, well, I should explain something first. We went to Stoopid at around 11, and Paul, Joe (who wants to be called by his korean name, but I forget it.), and I killed a bottled of Lemon Seoul Juice together. It buzzed me pretty badly, especially when it was four straight shots of it. I openly admit that I'm not a big drinker.

So we get back to my place and we're hangin out... my housemate's and their friends come over, and the one girl accidentally calls me Tron. Well, we all know Tron is a homo fag drug addict that no longer lives in this house, so I got offended. So the girl apologized profusely and offers me a shot to make up for it. Well, I was up for it. It's this stuff called 99 Apples, and it's damn good. But, 99 proof + 4 shots of lemon seoul juice = craptacular no enzyme drunken state. I turned beet red, started goo goo'ing like a baby, and kept making a fish face. All while trying to play Halo on the xbox.

Then Paul and Joe left, and the next thing I know, it's 7 (or was it 6 cuz of daylight savings?) am and feeling the effects of a hangover. So i put a stop to that and went back to sleep.

Ok, that was the interesting part of the saturday. One other thing of note though. Work isn't killing my social life... other people who have SCHOOL are. Eesh.. it's ok though, can't afford a social life for the next couple of weeks.

Remember kids, thongs are focken hot... so wear a thong! Unless you're a guy... sicko.

You know, sometimes I miss a day of updating, or maybe on the weekend, i'll miss a couple days cuz i'm doin something... but I always come back and post. Then there are some people who's last post was LAST MONTH. And even worse? When that last month's post said "sorry i don't post enough, i'll try to post more." Irony much? So all you mofo's with your xangas and your bloggers and your personal webpages with life updates on them... FOCKEN POST. I. am. so. bored. at. work.

The reason I didn't post yesterday was because I was busy running around the whole day. Meeting in the morning all the way to lunch, then I had to run and pick up car parts, then run to Meineke and get those car parts put in... wait for my co-worker to pick me up from there, go back, eat lunch, do work i slacked on from the morning, do work I slacked on from the previous week, do work that I didn't know I had to do, then go pick up my car, pay an outrageous sum of money, cry for a long time, drive back to work, do the work that had to be done that day, and then, go home.

And that's how you write one long run on sentence.

I sense a group mentality that's forming (rather, been formed) amongst my friends. Everyone is lonely, and everyone is trying to find a significant other (including myself)... though, i don't know if anyone really has feelings for those people they are targeting (including myself). It's just a desire to find someone and have something to do. Need that drama, nobody wants to be alone.

My Xanga Drama is going pretty well. Please, read it. I feed off of compliments.

I am so bored at work,
So bored that it hurts.
I want to just go home,
I don't wanna be alone.
Call me on the phone.
Just wait for the dial tone.
Ring ring call me now.
Before I punch you ka-pow.
Meow meow cat chow.
This poem has got to end,
I won't try to pretend
That everyone can be my friend.
Instant messages please send
So i have something to do!
This poem sucks, yes it's true.
But I can't stop for you.
Because I rock the crap.
This lovely typed doo doo.

Haha, fuck, i'm so bored. Just shoot me.

Remember kids, if you think the world is an ugly place... just look in the mirrror and remember you're a part of it.

My car is my life. It hates me. Just thought i'd let all of you know. Spending about 100 bucks more then I actually want to doing alignment. But yes, I will spare you the details.

This DC sniper shit is pissing me off. What kind of serial killer are you when you're asking for money? That's not a serial killer profile. I'm upset. He doesn't even have a kool nickname, he's just the "DC Sniper". Unibomber? Son of Sam? Hannibal Lecter? KOOL NAMES. Freakin DC sniper... instead of asking for money, he should be demanding a kool name.

Yes, damn right. I ran out of things to talk about. Why? NOTHING happened between yesterday and today. I like... paid the gas and electricity bill.. .that's about it. I didn't even get to watch Smallville cuz I was out running errands. And even then I forgot crap that I needed.

Alright, some stuff that I want to do within the next 4 week:
-FREAKIN FIX MY ALIGNMENT.
-Put new brake stuff in.. .maybe paint calipars like a homo riceboy.
-Wash and Wax car to be very very very very shiny.
-Hit up this stripclub in maryland with my sexy catwoman.
-Find the girl who drives the white honda with white rims and just be her friend... since her car is so kool.
-Secret Project #3. Shh... it's a secret.

Remember kids, it's not illegal if you don't get caught.

Well.. I slept 13 hours yesterday. Took a 'nap' from 6:30 pm to 2:30 in the morning... then went to sleep from 3:30 am to 9 am. I think i'm dying. No, probably not. But definately over-exhausted from the weekend and having to wake up at normal hours for work. Yea, hopefully all that is settled now. Sorry to Paul for not taking you out yesterday. You don't have to cry about it. you little baby.

What ever happened to my days of writing all hyper and just typing the first thing that came to my mind? Ever go back and read my archives? I used to be so much funnier then I am now. I'm a bore, a drab, a lowly scum of a writer who still thinks he has potential to be a real writer. Eyuck. And all I have is my xanga story.

Alright, so now I got my shameless plug out of the way, I can proceed with interesting things. Like... my day yesterday. Yup. I slept. Ok, now we can proceed onto even better things, like what I plan on doing today. Trust me, it doesn't involve sleeping, and if it does, just kill me now.

Can't have Mono, didn't kiss anyone (I think). Hope I don't have diabetes... it's not contagious right? If so, then I have to kick paul's ass. Maybe my liver just gave up on my cuz of all the alcohol I didn't drink on saturday. Hope the freshman's had fun.

So let's just go to the subject we all care so deeply about. Girls! Yup, all my adoring fans (all 5.8 of you) want to know about the girl in my life right? right? Well, i don't have one. Sorry, didn't mean to get you all hyped up for nothing.

There is someone (or a few someones) that are catching my eye.. not literally though, cuz I don't go for looks, but 'catching my eye' in the figurative sense of--... ...right. Ok. So yea, some girl(s)... but I don't think it'll work out. We'll see though.

I really have to stop doing this to myself.

Remember kids, every once in a while, you'll be saying this: "I met the perfect girl (or guy) yesterday... and I met her perfect boyfriend (or girlfriend) too..."

Holy crap.

Worked on my car yesterday for the WHOLE day. Woke up at 10, drove to north PA, got there at 1ish, started to work on the car, finished at 11, drove back home. My hands are all fucked up and bruised. Still stained with oil, grease, and all sorts of other car crap. But you know what? It was all worth it.

My god.

After getting down and dirty with my car, putting up with all it's shit, and having parts not cooperate with tools... when I first stepped on the gas pedal and hit that left turn with the throttle to the metal... woosh. Wow, it was all worth it. Maybe even better then sex. Maybe. Sure as hell comes close.

So that was sunday. Let me proceed with a ¿MyStiFieD? update for friday and saturday:
Red Dragon.
Pecan Pie.
Squirrels and Nuts.
Still no dice.
Johnny Walker.
Drunken Hanna.
Home all weekend, never slept in my bed.

Ok.. short update, but short weekend too. Nothing particularly interesting besides my car. But I don't need to write about it. I'll let it speak for itself.

Remember Kids, it's not the size of your shifter that counts... it's how you use it.

Part 9 of my story is up on the xanga page.

Here's an excerpt:

The moment was agonizing. With my eyes closed, I only had her image to guide me. I could sense her waiting for it, eyes closed, her breath halted for that moment when our lips would touch and electricity would flow between us. The sensual slow seconds of sealed lips, I could think of no other way to be closer to another being...

So... yea. Go read.

Yesterday was a busy day. I'll spare you the details, but it's gotta be a ¿MyStiFieD? Summary:

Wake up.
Late.
Get Lost.
Monthly Members Committee meeting.
Stand around.
Food.
Pass microphones.
Listen to arguments on the improper usage of the word "The" in their legal documents and guidebooks.
Food.
Pass mics,
Arguments.
Food.
Pass mics.
Grabbing shitloads of food before I peace out.
BLT.
EFF YOU, FU Spectrum.
No cameras?
A row of 7+ asian girls who were probably in college but all looked 15.
The Distillers.
Indian dude asks me what row i'm in. *Me holding up seven figures* Indian dude looks at me. "Eight?"
Clotheslining girls off balconies.
Monkey girl with banana.
Garbage.
Drunken girls that hopefully went to jail (knocked over some little kids and maybe broke some other innocent girl's ankle)
Hot ass black girls all night long.
Prettiest man ever.
Gwen Stefani... Oh yea, No Doubt too.
Not Yet MILF.
Takin pictures outside.
Balloons and T-Shirts. Some peanuts too.
Wawa.
Angel.
Sleep.

Oh yea, and Tron's mom.

HOOOOOOOOOOO~waaaaaaahhhhhh.

You Are An Intense Kisser!

Deep tounging, nibbling, and locking lips for hours are on your agenda.

You've been known to wear lovers out with your kiss,

before getting to anything else on the menu.

And given that you kiss so well... imagine how you do everything else.



How Do *You* Kiss?

More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva

Meow, babyy.. meEh. oW.

Today is friday though. Joy is me. I'm thinkin movie.. so many good movies out. Need to find a hot sexy lady to escort me to the movies though. Must show up in style, like it's a world premiere or some shit.

Oh yea, and wednesday night, a certain person was irked that I say "remember kids"... What? it's just a freakin expression. Fine, today I won't say "Remember kids," Alright? Happy? So I'll end this now.

Recuerde a mis cabritos, usted acaba de pasar traducir de cinco minutos qué hablé.

Ads in the personal section that you will never see (though people like that do exist):

Wanted: One sexy girl with big boobs and a nice body who can spend all my money on anything she wants as long as she listens to every word that I say. Brains not needed.

Wanted: Man who will pretend to love me and lead me on so that I will believe he really cares for me. Hitting me is optional, as it shows that he really wants me to understand his needs.

Wanted: Man with luxury sports car worth more then $100,000. Personality unnecessary.

Wanted: Slutty woman (who doesn't care about settling down) to sleep with and maybe take out on days where I want to show off.

Wanted: Renegade badboy who will provide a romantic thrill. Stable relationship optional.

Wanted: Nice guy who I lead on, who'll treat me like the world but will never get more then friendship from me.

Wanted: Guy who I can become obsessively in love with, though he treats me like nothing.

Wanted: Woman who I can stalk, who'll avoid me at all cost, yet I think she's just playing hard to get.

Yea.. you never see want ads for those kinds of relationships.. but then.. why do you see those same scenarios every day?

Remember kids, what people say and what people do will always be two totally different things.

I'm angry at alot of things it seems. For example, the past two days, I've just been posting about the things I hate. Wow, nobody cares. And who's to say I have a right to bitch about other people, their lives and their choices when it's obvious that I don't live a perfect live myself? Well, I do.

See, we all know that nobody is perfect. Find the most perfect person you know and I'll point out her imperfection. (ok, that was a low blow.. but I bet 80% of you don't realize what I just said.) The problem with people being imperfect is the fact that we are blind and biased by our own actions. Couple that with the fact that we are striving to be perfect every day of our lives, then we have a situation where we are blinded by our own need for perfection. Therefore, knowing that I can't be perfect myself... can I at least tell other people that they're not going to be perfect either?

I mean, what the hell are critiques for then? Movie critiques, book critiques, sports critiques, etc etc.. who are they? They are people who do not have the talents themselves, but they have studied and can see what IS good. (Insult intended, since i'm talking about myself as well). So then, with thier constant judgements, remarks on what is good and bad, and comments on their given profession, there may be those who listen and change their ways so that the strong and talented are seperated from the weak and pathetic.

Being challenged is the only way to become better. Even down to the simplist human process: building muscles. When you exercise, muscles are torn, when you stop, they heal to a degree that was stronger then before. So therefore, take my critism and my angry bashings of your pathetic life as another way of me helping you to become better then you truly are.

And remember kids, you can only insult the people you love. SO FUCK ALL OF YOU LOSERS.

Addendum to the list below:

-People under the age of 30 who think they know what love is.
-People who seek a listening ear and comforter only to yell/insult that person when they don't agree with the feedback they get.

I never claimed to know what love is. Love to me is just another word that's being exploited (like Christmas) for reasons other then originally intended. What is love? Maybe we'll never know. Only through trial and error, potential hardships, having hearts broken (or breaking hearts) and other negative aspects can one really discover their OWN defination of love. Those who wait around for that "perfect love" without experience imperfect relationships first will end up being hurt the most. How can you tell what a "perfect love" is suppose to be if you don't have anything else to compare it to?

Why do "first loves" hurt the most? Because there was nothing to gauge the reality of the situation. Everyone wants to believe that this is the one. They pour their heart into it thinking everything is perfect and that nothing could ever ruin the happiness that was felt... Until it all ends.

Like I said, i don't know what love is. I do know what I want in a relationship, but I won't go into that right now.

Remember kids, Love is blind so flashlights won't-- damn it, i used that one already.

I dunno what's up with all the palm reading things people keep sending me today.

But hoo~wah as paul would say (yes paul, i'm going to help you to get everyone saying that too.), here is the latest reading from this damn palm reading site: (just don't be like me and stare at your hand going "FUCK, i can't find a line that matches the picture!")

Your Life Line reveals that you like to travel, but will always return home. You need a lot of space which is why you prefer spending time outdoors. You tend to have strong romantic tendencies.

Your Head Line reveals that you are over-confident and at times brash. Your independent nature often causes you to make impulsive decisions.

Your Heart Line reveals that you have a masculine nature and are easily aroused by your own desires. You are able to maintain a good balance between the physical and emotional sides that accounts for your warm and generous disposition.

Your Fate Line reveals that the early years in your life were full of hard knocks, teaching you that success comes from hard work. Due to this learning process, you will have a late start with your career and financial independance.

Your Sun Line reveals that you have a clever mind and an outstanding character. You will have a brilliant life acquiring wealth and fame at an early age.

You have an Air hand. You are a person who is independent, intellectual, analytical and unpredictable. Your optimal career choices are to work as a writer, psychiatrist, scientist, detective and teacher.

Mind you, it's not 100% correct, so don't go callin me a pervert n shit cuz it says i'm easily aroused by myself or something.

Have fun with that, next subject:

Things that I hate right now:

-Girls who whine about not having a significant other even though they have lots of guys hitting on them. (that perfect guy will never come.)
-People who tell other people it's ok to be single, when they aren't even single themselves.
-People who say they're gonna meet up with you, but then never show up or even call to tell you they're not coming.
-People who drive the speed limit on the highway.
-Those same people who then proceed to stay in the PASSING lane.
-People who fuckin tailgate you when you're already going 80 in the passing lane like it's going to convince me to go faster.
-People who don't offer to pay more then their share of the bill. (if everyone offered to pay more, we'd never come up short)
-Girls who EXPECT a guy to pay for everything. (We fuckin pay because we want to, not because we have to.)
-Groups of more then five people who NEVER know what they're doing or where they're going. (So fuckin hard to just walk across the street cuz nobody listens).

The list goes on, but that's all I can think of right now.

Remember kids, the reason the sky is blue isn't because "it just is"... that's fuckin applejacks.

So i walk into the car parts store and I hand my list of parts to the guy at the counter. He looks at the list and then looks at me like I'm going to build a potato gun or something. Jeez, it's just bolts, washers and lock washers. So he shrugs and find the parts, comes back and goes "well, I don't know what you're using all this for, but this is the best I could do." He shows me the stuff, and let's me know that some of the parts aren't *exactly* what was on the list, but I can tell that they'll be alright. I then tell him that it's for camber alignment and that i'm replacing my shock/strut assembly and springs for sporty aftermarket ones. Suddenly the light goes off and he gives me a little respect and starts dealing with me like a fellow car person.

Alright, so i don't know why i just relayed that story to you... but it really bothered me that he profiled me as buying car parts for a purpose other then their original intention.

In other news, Hanna, Esther, Tata, Paul and I went to watch Rules of Attraction yesterday. Honestly, I think it's a candidate for my top ten list of all time favorite movies. Definately a movie you have to watch more then once to fully understand what's going on. But don't piss me off by walking out of the movie saying "it's good, but there was NO point at all." Especially when the movie's title describes exactly what the point is.

Alright, so remember kids: There's no point in screaming "duck!" or "lookout!" when someone is about to get hit by an object... they never listen.

No update for now.. .just wanted to let you all know the part 8 is up on the xanga.

See it here.

No really, click up there.

We all know that I used to live in Maryland during my last co-op job, so I have sentimental attachment there. Plus, my greatest of friends Brian lives there so any critical news in maryland is as much my problem as it is his.

So of course, after I heard about the sniper killing off 5 people. I shruged and let it go. And then he did it again. And again. I finally saw the map, and he seemed like he was moving more north and east toward where Brian lives. So then, naturally I called him.
The conversation went something like this.

Me: "Hi brian, did the sniper shoot you?"
Brian: "..."
Me: "Well, did he?"
Brian: "Your talking to me on the phone aren't you?"
Me: "Yea? But he shot like 7 people."
Brian: "Where have YOU been? It's been all over the news."
Me: "I read it on the front page today, he just shot a little kid."
Brian: "He didn't just shoot him."
Me: "Yes he did! I'm reading it right now!"
Brian: "That was last night, Mr. I read the newspaper."
Me: "Oh."
Me: "Well, remember to bunny jump and buy a bullet proof vest."
Brian: *obvoiusly ignoring my CS reference* Yea. ok.
Me: "You think he has an AWP?"
Brian: "No."
Me: "I'm serious, maybe he's a counterstrike player gone crazy or something... that would make him like..asian.. cuz only the asian CS players buy GayWPs."
Brian: "... No."

Alright, it's funnier in person, but the reason I brought this up was because Howard Stern did a funny blurb this morning about the sniper:
Five Things We Know About the DC Sniper by Time Magazine

Here is a summary so you see how funny this article really is:

1) "This killer is terrorizing a community and a nation, and so he is, by definition a terrorist."
2) "The high velocity rounds found in some of the victims can be used in many different kinds of guns, including hunting rifles and military weapons."
3) "If you pinpoint the place each shooting occurred, you can deduce a "center" for the criminal's activity, and that often ends up being the perpetrator's home. "
4) "[The shootings] certainly appear to be — but they're probably not. Most likely, there is some pattern at work here, just one that investigators haven't been able to pinpoint yet.)
5) "Either when the police find the killer(s) or when the shooter loses interest — and that, sadly, may not be for quite a while. "

Let me put this in such a way that you can understand that Time Magazine is stupid and hasn't told us anything a normal person could figure out.

1) The killer is a terrorist because he terrorizes people..
2) The bullets that they found in the victims were fired from a gun.
3) The killer lives close to where he's killing everyone.
4) The killer isn't really random cuz every victim is different from his last.
5) The killer will be stopped when he's bored or caught.

Wow. I can't believe they told us so much. The only one that might be remotely enlightening is the fact that he's not really random... just sort of trying to be random.

But Howard Stern deserves the credit for this find. Too bad I can't give him E-props.

Chillah Bee of iLLadeLphia... signin out.

Wow, work got me tied up this whole day. I don't think I even stopped long enough to breath. In general, i'm diggin the groove. Been a busy bee, but still keepin my cool. Just call me the Chillah Bee.

I've noticed the massive amounts of people who have become online journal authors. It's good and bad at the same time. I guess I'll spend this time weighing each. (you know, instead of going home like a normal person.):

Pros:
-Communicate with friends without having to be online at the same time.
-Learn about people without having to talk to them.
-Creativity through html.
-A better sense of writing and relaying information.
-Place to post pictures.

Cons:
-Never having to talk to your friends in a live situation ever again.
-Stalking people without having to talk to them.
-A lowered sense of writing After taLkin LikE a GhetTofieD Superstar and ish juss soooooOoOooo fun.
-Running out of things to say since you posted everything on the blog.
-And i'm sure some sort of post neurotic disorder will form if for some reason one entry doesn't get any "eprops."

For me, as of now, the pro's outweigh the cons. Because of work, I find that I have little time to talk to my friends the same way I used to. Reading their journals is a good way to pass the time and be with them without actually having to get off my lazy ass and visit them. And as per my "constitution", i'm not using AIM as a medium for communication anymore, so it's hard.

Thanks to all the xanga people that update daily and give me something to do. As for the rest of you, blow me. But thanks for visiting my little blogger. Now hit the comment button and pretend aim is a xanga form. Leave me some Me-props. haha.

And now for the new sig.

ChiLLaH beE of iLLadeLphiA

I know i'm going to sound semi-fruity when I say this... but I really want a damn cashmere sweater. My god, the material is so soft. The freshman and I yesterday were in the DKNY store checkin out the clothes, when we came across a 145 dollar cashmere sweater.. at that point.. it was like a petting zoo. We kept touching it and looking at the pricetag and crying. Since I just got paid, I was soooo close to blowing a chunk of my money on it. But instead, I headed over to good old BR and blew that same amount of money on 6 items of clothing. Ew. I sound like a girl.

At least everyone was getting into the winter season GQ mood while shopping with me. Yo guys, we gotta go to south street someday and hit up the FCUK. That's right, FCUK all night long. FCUK like two hot chicks on the street corner. FCUK for me and FCUK for you. We're just a bunch of FCUKers. I really hate French Connection's new gimmick... I remember back in the day when they were just GQ and had nice clothes that only gay male model's could fit. Back in the day when their slogan was "I'm naked underneath." "So am I." "Me too."

Also got some new cologne.. It's called Insta-Macho-Manliness. $5.99 at the dollar store. Haha, just kidding. I won't say what it is. it'll be a surprise for those who chill with me this weekend.

Happily experiencing some downtime today at work. So for your enjoyment, my picks of the week:

TV Show: Smallville
Video Game: Spider-Man
Store: French Connection
Person: Catwoman for bringing me food Sunday night! =D
Cartoon: StrongBad's Email
Food: Sushi at King Of Prussia.
Xanga Site: My own of course! Read the story, assholes.
Car: Toyota Matrix
Real Car: Audi A4 Quattro 1.8T

And remember kids, it's not how much you show.. it's how much you know.

I think at this rate, i'm going to be posting two times every day! Hope all my adoring fans (all 6.5 of you) enjoy the frequency of these updates.

Hanna's xanga post made me want to write about my own attractions to girls... but, I already said earlier that I wouldn't.

I will say one thing about it though: Even though I don't go for looks... hanna is right about what she said... the girl can't be ugly. What do I mean by ugly? Like, when they were 12, they got hit by a board filled with rusty nails and had to have tetnis shots IVed into their bloodstream. Ugly like freddy krueger on a GOOD day... ugly like some sort of fungus started growing on their face and they didn't do anything about it. I know that sounds harsh, but we all know the reality is that people in general do not want to date ugly individuals (unless they are rich). Our love interest is our TROPHY. We use them to brag to the world that we are better then the rest. Don't deny it... if that weren't true, we'd all just friends that randomly made out and had sex with each other (like they did in the 60's).

But honestly though, I can't even think of the last time I thought a girl was ugly. I can maybe only name one or two ugly girls that I've ever known throughout my whole life. Every girl has a potential for beauty, and I usually don't have much trouble spotting it.

And now, what I think is every girl's perfect man: The wealthy, popular, unobtainable bad boy that attracts everyone's attention when he first walks into a room, but nobody knows anything about him. Sounds like me.

And then I woke up.

Song of the moment: Goo Goo Dolls - Iris "And I don't want the world to see me, cuz i don't think that they'd understand. When everything is made to broken, I just want you to know who I am."

Work is actually getting hard. Monday, i was pullin my hair out all day long, because the usual web posters (my boss and this three year co-op) were both out. So my boss Jeff basically just said alright, you're doing postings, good luck figuring it out.

And i'm like, psha, html, whatever. I go to the first email request and wtf, all the links were made in FLASH. I'm like, crap, don't tell me that I have to make new flash buttons.. so i spent the next hour trying to do that. Jeff calls and I started bitchin about it. Turns out there's a flash link maker on Dreamweaver. My god.

What's up with everyone gettin all googly about finding a special someone? I mean, yea, i'm guilty of it myself, but you know, when I see everyone else and how they're acting.. makes me want to stop. So from now on, I'm gonna shut up about that shit... not that I post that kind of stuff on this blog anyway. So yea, only like 2-3 people are gonna ever hear me talk about lovey dovey stuff... nobody else needs to suffer through it.

Blast from the past:
This was an email I wrote to all my friends back when I was a freshman in college... what I'd like to refer to as the pre-blogger years. It's kinda long.. but a bunch of people have requested that I post it up, so here it is!

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It's 7 am, i'm doin laundry... i am full nocturnal now...

I went out for a "breathe of fresh air"... and guess what happens? two.. not one, not three, but two birds fly into the lobby area of my dorm. I'm like... woah.. And i'm kinda sad cuz i know they're too dumb to get out... and the place is full of windows... and... they like windows... cuz they kept flying into them...

But anyways.. i had to get them out, i couldn't just let them suffer in there and play with the windows. So lucky there's this huge long stick in the lobby. And i remember when i first got to drexel, i was like.. what the heck is the point of that stick that always sits there? Well, i figured it out today.. it's good for beating the crap out of the birds.. Syke, i'm kidding.. But i used the stick to harrass the birds so they could fly around and maybe find the door.

And the desk attendent, she's flippin out the whole time. Screamin stuff like, oh my god, waaaaaahhhhh,, ahhhhhhh, you know... stuff like that. Yea, that's gonna help the birds find the door... But anyways... on with the story.

So i'm over here trying to get the birds out.. and they are pissin me off. They keep flying to the same two places... On opposite sides of the lobby. So this is basically the most exercise i've gotten in the past month. Puts a whole new meaning to the phrase, morning exercises.

And finally, the one bird hits the window for the 70th time and falls to the ground. I wave my hands over it and stuff, and i try to get it to stay down on the ground.. and it works.. and he flys out the door. I dunno how to describe the way he was flying... I guess i could say it was something like "YESSSSSS, FREEDOMMMM!!!!"

And the second bird. He's dumb. No, he's more then dumb. He's an idiot (no relation to al gore's idiocy). He's a moron too (no relation to Bush). This bird, he's like, flyin into windows and trying to fly away, and then back at the window. And he keeps going to the same two corners of the building. And i'm just thinkin.. uhh... if i was a bird, and i fly to the same two places.. and they led nowhere, i would kinda like.. you know.. fly somewhere else. But NO, this bird isn't me. sigh.. noone can ever be me.

Finally i just decide that i'm gonna keep harassing it and chasing it around like a stupid guy with a big stick until it gets really tired and can't fly anymore. Man, that was a mistake. This bird had more energy then the energizer bunny on speed. I was so tempted to just take the stick and aim for him, hit him, and drag his unconcious flopping bird body out of the friggin place.

So it's burning calories, i'm burning calories, the screaming desk clerk is burning calories (from screamin, duh). And nothing is getting accomplished. Finally it just got tired. It's mouth was all open, and it was like.. panting and stuff.. and i cornered it.. and caught it with my bare hands. Seriously, no thought of strangling the bird from causing me this pain ever crossed my mind. When it was in my hands, it was one of the greatest feelings. I just felt so gentle. And it was so fragile, and scared silly... and probably retarded from hitting the window so many times. I just wanted it to be safe and free.

So i took it to the desk clerk... you know, to tease her.. and make her scream one last time. Yea.. that was fun... I got alot to talk to her about for the rest of the school year. Maybe make pidgeon noises whenever i see her.

So i take the bird outside.. and i find a nice tree, to show it that i just wanted him to be safe... And the bird is like.. in a coma or something, it wasn't moving and it was just sitting there like... oh my god, this chink is gonna fry me and turn me into his next crispy dinner. Sorry bird, i'm taiwanese... we only eat dogs.

So i open up my hands to let it fly away... and it just sits there. Alright. thanks. And i'm like, maybe this bird likes me.. maybe he wants to stay with m-- woosh, it flies away. What a bitch. No gratitude.

Yea, well, anyways, it felt so good to save that screaming desk clerk from her doom, cuz you know, allen is just so great. They just call me Super Mystic. But it did feel real right what i did.. I guess someone else would have went through the trouble, but now i can say I'm the one that did it. yea, i love being a good Samaritan.

I'm so nocturnal now.. it's still 7 am.. and i'm still not sleeping... and i have church at 10... and i need to sleep.. maybe... i dunno...
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Remember kids, love is blind, so flashlights won't help.

Part 7 is up on the xangarooni

I had too much fun this weekend. Almost too good to be true... that's scary. I don't know how many of you remember my whole blurb about "ups" and "downs" but i'll explain one more time. Up is when your life is good, down is when your life sucks. When you're up, sooner or later you'll come down (what goes up, must come down, right?) and vice versa.

I'm up, so i'm just getting my parachute ready to delay the inevitable.

No, i'm not a negative person, it's just the truth of the matter, and I've accepted it as a course of life.

FYI: Wendy's chicken nuggets fuckin rock my socks.

And who decided that web administration intern means "Do all the crap that everyone else doesn't want to do while trying to post and maintain the company's website"?

Special thanks to Paul, my adopt-a-freshman, as well. He helped clean my room with no complains and didn't even ask for anything in return. That's the epitomy of giving and sacrifice. And he's single too and damn sexy (says me who's not gay), so any ladies who wanna hook up, let me know. See him here.

Finite

Alright, it's that time of the week again. The short, quick and always censored ¿MyStiFieD? weekend update:

Friday:
PJM 75th Anniversary Dinner.
Slicing golf balls.
Magicians who tricked everyone but me.
Large ass shrimp, lots of other food.
Sorority sponsored clubbing event.
Guys who don't dance.
Girls who dance for five minutes and leave because it's "too hot".
Spark of hope.
Drunken roomates.
Vodka and Cranberry.

Saturday:
Lunch with my freshman, some other friends, the sister and her brother.
Nap time, ZzZZzZzz, snorrrlaaxx..
The rain in Spain falls mainly in the plains.
Chillin nocturnal style.
Second place.
Movie and massages.
Sofas and beds.

Sunday:
Dreaming of girls (again).
Laundry.
Yo quiero Taco Bell.
Super Market Date.

And that's where I am at this moment. Stay tuned Monday for some more enlightening information, maybe even part 7 of my Super Story. Or maybe.. a flash from the past.

You'll just have to come and see.

Of course I've always said that i'm not perfect. I just think I am. Alright, I don't know how to set this up, so just read yesterday's entry and then my friend's comments below:

Aerundel: I don't fully agree that one should go straight to acceptance
Aerundel: cause if you skip steps, they'd probably resurface at the worst time
Aerundel: like when you move onto the next girl, or job, or whatever
Aerundel: doesn't mean you have to dwell on each step for much time though. you could just freak out over 24 hours and then be done with it =P
Aerundel: but it's only human to dwell on things. like that blog entry is only there because you dwelled on people dwelling on things too much. and that gave you the time to formulate a blog entry, hehe

I stand corrected.

In other news, I went through my picture files today and found this:

And look, it's even in spanish.

Weekend update will proceed tomorrow.

You guys been reading part six of my super story? Find it here.

As we all know, i've been rather blunt to some people (mostly the people I care about) in this last lifetime of mine. With all things that I said, sometimes a sense of bitterness, self-doubt, and animosity can form. It's usually not targeted toward me persay, but rather toward the subjects on which I address. Of course, just like every tragedy, realization and revelation that is negative (as in, not in a person's favor), first comes denial, then sorrow, followed by anger and ending ultimately with acceptance.

Let's take a moment right now to talk about the four steps, because understanding the process will help one to understand how to go through it in a more positive and controlled fashion. I'm going to use the most obvious example (well, most obvious in my mind): Death of a loved one. Of course, first comes denial. "no, he can't be dead. that's impossible. Are you sure? Bullshit! You're lying, he'd never jump off a cliff with an umbrella!" And then, slowly you realize that the person is truly dead. "I can't believe he's not with us anymore... oh my god... it's so weird without him around... why did he have to use an UMBRELLA to jump off the cliff?" After that comes anger, "Fuckin retarded asshole, you left me without a best friend just because YOU wanted to jump off a cliff with a fucking umbrella, you stupid bitch. Why do you always do dumb things???"

And finally, acceptance. You just learn to deal with the harsh reality of what happened, and try your best to move on with your life.

So back to my original topic. When someone learns the reality of a matter, any matter, just ACCEPT it. If i tell a girl she's ugly, and that the hot guy down the street would never go for her unless she put a bag on her head and just offered her body to him, then just accept it. Don't deny it, don't get sad about it, don't get angry that the guy wasn't all you dreamed him to be. Sorry, that was the reality of it. Accept this world and the people who live in this world for what they are. So in the case of my example... move on to find another guy who'll appreciate you, or put a bag on your head and bend over.

This goes for everything in the world, the fickleness, the superficialities, the negativity, the ignorance, and just generally the way people act (sometimes without knowing it). You know, all the other things I always tend to talk about. Just remember though, You and I are not going to change the world and the people in it. We can't. For every one person that reads my blog and understands the things I talk about, two more people are going "That's bullshit, I don't believe it." So in the end, through acceptance and understanding the nature of reality, all we can do is go with the flow and learn to use what we learn to our advantage

More on that next time.

Ah such a beautiful day. Probably the nicest day in a long time. Not too hot, not too cold. Autumn is coming in as well, and the colors of the Fall are beginning to show nature's elegance.

It's so comforting to know that as I sit enjoying the day, thousands of people are fleeing from the wrath of Hurricane Lily.

Here are some amendments to the list I made yesterday. They are not major changes, but mostly just a bending of some of the rules to make them absolute:

-Only say yes to people who have earned it, others will have to get flipped off.
-Aim will only be used to communicate simple ideas, but conversations with those who I cannot normally see on a daily basis will be allowed (i.e. Maryland friends, Cali friends, friends in other colleges)
-Sarcasm and Cynicism are allowed so long as I do not cross any boundaries (as in, a joking manner is acceptable).
-Some sort of pre-planning must always be involved in making decisions (due to work and other things), so this should be changed to "Let my decisions be my own and not be influenced by others"

And we're off.

Who was my damn 5000th hit? Contact me, unless you really don't want a prize.

So in response to yesterday's entry, i've decided it's time to change my life a little. Here are some goals and trends that I have in mind:

-Make ten new friends before the end of the year.
-Start a guy's night out monthly or weekly event.
-Flip a coin whenever someone asks me for a "favor", and say yes or no accordingly.
-Start dressing to impress (because "laziness is not so niceundeh").
-Only use AIM to communicate simple ideas (as in, telling someone to meet you or asking if someone is free) and only socialize by talking in person or on the phone.
-Keep my cynicism and sarcasm to myself.
-Re-earn all my friendships and make those people re-earn mine.
-Let instinct decide my actions instead of pre-planning.

These things should take my life in another direction, hopefully letting me discover another side of myself instead of becoming comfortable with the things I do normally.

Only through myself, can I find me.

Part 6 of my super story is up on my xanga, so go read it here.

Here's an excerpt for those who haven't been following: "I felt like a soldier returning home after fighting a losing battle. There was no one to greet me, no cheers of congratulations, no confetti or noisemakers to celebrate my situation. Everything was as it should have been and that brought a frown to my face."

I think I was born in the wrong lifetime, under the wrong conditions, and raised in the wrong environment. I find myself struggling between two (maybe more) sides that all want different things, but in the end my mind just says "stop! Is this who you are? Have you gone too far? To yourself you are a liar, falling to your own desires." Yes, my mind rhymes when it talks to me.

So then life has now become a struggle to find who I really am. That's fine, I think everyone in this world seeks to know who they are and find their place in life. My problem is, if and when I do find myself, will those around me let me become what I am? Peer pressure and influence are powerful things, they mold us into who we are, though sometimes the choice wasn't ours.

That leads to the question of if life is just completely a facade, where we all just lie to ourselves and become something that we really aren't in order to appease the part of us that wants some sort of immediate satisfaction--why a smart child who aspired to become a great leader suddenly succumbs to the influences of gangsta life and drops out of school so he can chill until 5 am every night and not worry about obligations. Though it may be what he wants, is it truly what he is?

But I have not solved anything with my little entry. The dilemna is still present. If what I said makes sense to you, and you begin to question who you are, then once again, someone other then yourself has influenced your decisions.

So is the Irony of life.

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27 Hits to 5000.. who wants to win the ¿MySteRy Prize?