You know, ever since I typed in FREE BRITNEY SPEARS NUDE PICS, it seems like I've been getting alot more hits. It makes me wonder what would happen if I said something like FREE JENNIFER LOPEZ NUDE PICS or J.LO HUMPS BEN'S DAREDEVIL TO BLINDNESS.

For those of you who understood what I just did, congrats.

For everyone else:

That's the only dirty thought I leave you with. Sickos.

Anyway, today's entry is going to be about cars. I had a very interesting thought brought to me yesterday, about how all my thoughts somehow ultimately bring me to cars. Let's cover the simple things:
Video games = Car racing games.
Magazines = Car magazines.
Job and Money = Funds for Car.
Now the harder things:
Girls = Want to have one = twisted dream that car will help me get one.
Food = sustanance = keeps me alive to drive car.
Life = Mid-life crisis = reason to buy Dodge Viper SRT-10
Now the outrageous ones and basically ones that need more then two ='s:
Taking Physics = Learning about electricity n shit = Apply the ratios to my car = getting a faster car.

Ok, my mind went blank, but you get the idea. It's kinda sad that my life is revolving around cars. Whatever happened to the days of Das Magic while waiting for the next episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Man, I miss those big dorky days. Then again, what happen to those days before the dorky days when I used to hang out in the ghetto's and play stick ball with my niggahs and ricans? Man, those were the days too.

I'm going off on a tangent, so i'm just stopping.

Ok, I tried to avoid this, but I feel that I must whine and complain. Those among my adoring fans (all 10.1 of you) have probably realized that I have not been online since the beginning of the week, except from 9-5 while i'm at work. Well, let me sum this up purely and simply. I'M DYING FROM WITHDRAWAL.

I can feel my veins shriveling and my brains rotting from being devoid of processing useless internet garbage on a daily basis. Damn it man, my brain needs garbage. You know, like the deLorian from Back to the Future? Yea man, Mr Fusion-Brain needs some fuggin garbage! Holy crap, I've been feeling so empty, like part of me should be online or something. They need like a damn Nico-Net patch for people like me. Just slap that shit on my forehead so I can pretend to be on AIM all day. Why me? I need the juice. Give me the juice!

So the DSL modem came yesterday and I set it up. Unfortunately, the service has not been turned on yet, so I spent a good part of half an hour staring at the blinking service light, hoping it would turn solid. It never did. After that, I cleverly scammed my way into my friend's house to leech of his internet for a few hours. Ok, so it wasn't that clever, all I did was ask, but you're talking to an addict who didn't have his fix for a while. Anything I did at that point was clever.

After I came home, I once again felt the emptiness clawing at me like Tron's mom on a good night. But alas, there was nothing I could do. How to solve problem, how to solve? I decided to do something so prehistoric, that it could hardly be classified as technology: I started calling people.

Yea, whatever happened to the days of talking to people? The days of using three-way from multiple phones so that six people would all be trying to talk over each other? Conversations never worked, but it sure as hell was fun.

I think I switched through too many topics today. So.... good bye.

Please send me Nico-Net Patches.

My friend raised up an interesting question today: Even though you might be happy in your life, ever feel like it's just a way to hold you over until something comes along and makes you feel better and more accomplished then anything before?

Funny thing is I am one of those people who were content with their lives. Until this morning that is. This morning being the morning that I realized that wake up before the sun comes out, drive to work in 2 inches of snow, drinking nothin but Pepsi One for breakfast. I listen to Howard Stern even though he's seldomly funny (but very interesting), but there's just nothing else to do. My week is based on the next time I have to fill up the gas tank. My meals are based on if I need anything else at the moment (atm, cigs, etc). I'm just waiting for my time to break though, because this can't be all my life is cracked to be.

Funny, because I was already thinking all those things before I talked to him, before he brought up his question.

But for now, yes, I must say that life is good. This daily/weekly monotony puts money in my pocket and lets me experience corporate life. I'm sure that it'll come in handy when I get older. Life is all about sacrifices right? Gotta give a little to give a little. Hell, PJM gave me 40 hours of paid time off. I figure that's my xmas present for dedicating so much time to this job.

Life is good, but it could be better. Sounds like a motto to live by. One of those idealogies that will keep people from living stagnent in a dead end job doing the same thing everyday for the next 40 years until they retire and move to a condo in Florida. Geez, I can't imagine doing the same thing for a whole co-op cycle, let alone my whole life. Scary thought.

No wonder everyone goes through their mid-life crisis. It's all good... just my excuse to buy a Viper.

Commercials are just getting more and more interesting. It sometimes feels like advertisers are just running out of ideas and they're just throwing crap out. This random crap of course has absolutely nothing to do with the product they're selling, but it keeps coming. Makes me think that maybe, just maybe, this advertising strategy is working. It just doesn't seem to go away. If anything, it's just getting worse.

Today on the radio I heard this one commercial for some beer. Don't remember what beer, so maybe it doesn't work as well as it should. But anyway, the commercial was about some guy who was going to take his girl out for their one year anniversary. He made sure they ordered steaks and everything, but during dinner, the girl told him she found someone else. He proceeded to choke on a piece of his steak, which attracted the attention of a really hot brunette who just happened to be a nurse. When the steak was dislodged from his throat, it flew into a waiter who was pushing around a banana flambe cart which tipped over and caught the restaurant on fire. The girlfriend left in a cab, and the hot nurse decided to accompany our protagonist to the local bar for a nice cold beer.

I suddenly felt thirsty.

But anyway, that was just my build up. I actually don't care about commercial strategies or anything, I just care about the scenario that was presented. For real, why can't I find myself in a situation like that??? Where's my hot nurse who comes and saves me and falls madly in love with me??? Or you know, in pornos, where is that female slumber party that orders pizza and then proceeds to gangbang the fuck out of the pizza boy? Does that shit really happen? If so, i want to be a freakin pizza boy.

So of course, being jealous of the situation in the beer commercial, I decided to change my life. First, I'm going to eat more steak. Second, I'm going to try my hardest to choke in front of hot girls. Third, i'm going to drink more beer.

Damn it. I guess commercials do work.

¿MyStiFieD? Weekend Update:

Friday Night: Watch a Guy Thing. It seriously does represent what guys would do for each other. Plus, Julia Stiles and Selma Blair are hot. I want to say that it was made for guys, but as BT said to me saturday, "Don't kid yourself, it's a fuggin chick flick and you know it." So yup, that what I did Friday Night with Joe and Paul. Oh, also had a glass of Maryland 20/20 when I got back home. Fifteen percent alcohol by volume plus empty stomach equals one fuckin kool night.

Saturday: I slept like a baby drinking vodka after that Maryland stuff. Woke up, got rapped by a Marine (my friend Mikey came to visit us during his leave time), and set off to Maryland. When I got there, I set off to watch another movie(an indy film called NARC), and Brian and I proceeded to get into mini-arguments as soon as I stepped into his house. "Dude, hurry up, we have to catch the 4 o clock movie" "WTF? I JUST GOT HERE. YOU SHOULDA TOLD ME." "I DID tell you!" "Did NOT!" And Brian's dad was like, man, just got here and already it's begun. My reply? That's the way we work. *big grin*.

Sunday: Somebody forgot to tell the Raiders that this was the fuckin SUPERBOWL. Brian's mom's meatballs and chili dishes are the greatest things in the world. Man, I always overgorge myself on her delectable treats.

Now monday. Mondays are crap. I have so much crap to do. Stupid Drexel. I hate going back. Why can't I be an intern forever?

For all my potential new adoring fans that have just started reading in 2003, I'd like to take this blog back to the beginning and perhaps tell you a little bit about myself. But because that would be boring for the readers who already knew me, I am going to talk only in rhyme and analogies.

Starting... NOW.

Oh, how have I came to be here this day with so many fans that cheer this way, who come to read about what I say (no sir, Tron's mom's not gay). Let's see, believe me, ignore the crap at left and right. The crap I written is outdated--not right. I want to take that crap off my site, flush it down to toilet's flight, in sewers full of man made poop, but enough of that, here's the scoop:

My name is Allen, I am the Mystic, and I will show you that I am a prick. Don't fuckin start shit, cuz i will finish it. Destroy you verbally in time. Fuck, i'll even do it in rhymes. Just not freestyle, it blows my mind. So anyway, here's my favorite things: Cars, boobs, chicks, and Britney Spears Nude Pics! Don't forget video games, and your mom on a Ritz! Pro-smoking, Pro-Choice, Pro-SHUTTHEFUCKUPYOUWHINERS, and pro-joking on everyone. Why? Because it's fun. Cry? Oh, it's just begun.

My goals, of course, is to get more horsepower for the car, with turbo systems that boost real hard, an intercooler for show and go, and of course to improve air-flow. And I will blow all others clear. Let them see my blinking rears, inspire them to live in fear, and show them Hondas are really queer. I'd sooner drive a Matrix Xr. And even THAT is a crappy car.

I love my friends, I love my life, sometimes I wonder if i'll find a wife. But that's the way this world works, filled with strife and stupid jerks. But sometimes there are little perks, and shows you how to really live. But in the end you will see, that life with me is life in glee. So if this rhyme has your brains fried, then smile, you've just been ¿MyStiFieD?.

That's right fuckers. me. ALL ME.

Four things to talk about. No wait, five.

1) My Besterest best fan (cough, stalker, cough) got my 8000th hit prize. What does she want? Just that I keep writing this blog. Aww. Isn't that sweet? Why can't you scumbags be more like her?

2) I had a dream last night about co-ed living and showers. And all my closest friends were there. Now, before you call me a perv or some shit, let me explain. It felt like a Friends time setting, where everyone was just really good friends, but you could feel the slightest bit of sexual energy between everyone. I mean, I was showering, but I wasn't tryin all hard to steal a look or anything. I just glanced over, saw what I saw, and just went on my way. Hey, she did the same thing. No hot naked shower sex, no whip cream pajama parties.. That my friend, is another dream.

3) I absolutely hate people who lease expensive cars. That's... insulting. I don't know how to put it. "Hi, i'd like to rent this nice high class car from you for the next two years. I can't afford to buy it, but I want everyone to think I have money."

4) It doesn't really bother me when someone says "Wow, you act just like him!"... but it does when the person is YOUNGER then me. Hello? I was here in the world first. Give me a little respect and say *he* acts like *ME*.

5) Handkerchiefs are nasty. Think about it. You're blowing your nose in this rag... and then putting it back into your pocket. What? You wanna save that nose-sludge for later? Doing an experiment to see how many boogies you can fit on one piece of cloth? That's disgusting, why not just hock your loogies in a jar and put that shit in the fridge too?

Alright, that's enough bitching today. Thank you, drive through.

P.S. Drexel blows me like a used handkerchief and drives me crazy like a leased car... but I act just like them!

FREE BRITNEY SPEARS NUDE PICS.

Just kidding. My co-worker told me it's a good way to get hits.. so I thought I'd try it. So for all you pervs that found my site after searching for that... *HIGHFIVE* you and I are one and the same! When you find some, let me know!

So... 30 some hits to 8000. I think the prize will be Britney Spears nude pics. I have some. You want? Get to 8000.

Oh, I also have J.Lo's (Jennifer Lopez) sex video and Christina Aguilera's playboy photos.

Bukkake, gangbang, teensluts, panties, voyeurs, amatuer and XXX inquires are all welcome (see below).

Some 50 hits until 8000th! Who wants a prize? Nobody claimed 7000. I guess i'll just have to carry it over and double this prize's worth.

I stole these pics from a post in Fark.com. Visit them.

Basically, these were the pics that summed up how I see these things:

















I was going to comment after each picture.. But I think it speaks for itself.

Summary part 2.

Sunday: FUCKIN EAGLES SUCK. FREAKIN LOSERS. God, I was really hoping i'd see them in the superbowl. Oh well, at least the Raiders made it. That's pretty much all I did sunday. My mom was packing for Taiwan, so I just kept her company.

Monday: Changed oil in my car, bought some boxer briefs and other stuff and just chilled out. Drove home to Philly with my mom's 4runner. Yay, SUV for a month. But it's slow. Not yay.

I'm gonna miss my mom... even though when she's here, I don't see her that much. Hope she has a nice comfortable and safe flight.

Also, something happened this weekend that really annoyed the hell out of me. It's ok if someone wants to push their opinions on me. I'm happy to listen. But you know, if those same people can't take the time to listen to my point of view after I calmly listened to their point of view for fifteen minutes, that's just rude. I let them explain their side, and when I tried to explain mine, I was coarsely dismissed right after my first sentence. So you can talk and make me listen, but you can't listen when I talk? That's effed up. Man, whatever. In the end, it's like trying to convince bricks to turn back to mud.

Last thing:

Are You Crazy??Find out!

Yea fockers. You know it's true.

I had to break up my ¿MyStiFieD? Weekend Update cuz too many great things has happened today.

Friday: Went to the Valley Forge Convention center cuz some big ass seller's convention was going on. Of course, I didn't go until afterwork and I found only crap. Then I found out that all the good stuff was sold in the first few hours when the convention opened up at 10 in the morning. After that I think I pissed someone off. I don't really feel like I did anything wrong, but if that person feels like I did, I'll take the proper steps to make things right. Later that night, it was a Fucking Maryland Style party complete with stripper.. Well, let's just say that the stripper had nothin on the girls that were at the party.

Saturday: Drove to Jersey, decided to wash my car. Found out something interesting... It's not a good idea to wash your car in below freezing temperatures. I know, you're probably thinkin "no shit, sherlock", but hey, FUCK YOU. I entertained the thought of freezing water, but who woulda thought it would freeze that fast? I went to my friend's house and we had planned to wash the car all week, since we both bought this ultra car wax called Ibiz. So we busted out some hot water, rinsed the car off... and saw that the water was crystalizing before our eyes. So we hurried and got at it with the hot water and well... that froze too. So then we tried our best to rinse the car off, that worked pretty well, but the ground around the car started freezing too, so we were struggling while trying to dry the car as that water froze as well. So right now, I can't tell if my car is shiny cuz it's clean or because it's a super protectant layer of ice. To top it all off, the doors froze so I couldn't get in. Ended up having to climb through the trunk to the front and ram the door open that way. Thank god for hatchbacks.

Just thought I'd share that with you before I added it to my list of "stupid things never to do again (until it happens again) list"

I also realized that I (don't) use ((ignore)parathesis) very (not) often.

I had like five topics to talk about today. But I forgot all of them. I really have to start writing these things down. So anyway, I just came back from eating Indian food with my Indian co-worker. Through all the jokes about cows and 7-11's, I thoroughly enjoyed the food. Of course, since i have Malaysian family members, the food wasn't that unfamiliar to me to begin with.

I think the best way to make a girl feel good about herself is to conspire with a group of your closest guy friends, make a bet if you have to, and then all go chase after her and see who gets her. There's no way any girl can resist being totally flattered by having more then one guy chasing after her. Even if 4 of them were ugly, just the idea of having alot of guys after her would make other girls jealous.. and hell, that's what every girl wants.

I can say the same thing for guys too, so don't hate on me (except we'd have a problem with the ugly girls).

Saw a sneak peak at the Fast and the Furious 2 trailer... Um... two main cars are a mitsubishi eclipse spyder and a mitsubishi lancer. Um... big whoop. Mitsu is damn smart for being the official sponsors of FnF2 though. They're going to cash in big on stupid people.

Ah yes, i remember a topic now. I want to update my top three favorite cars list. The list is otherwise known as the Mid-Life Crisis Automobile's of Choice list.

First, the old top three:

1. 3000GT
2. Porsche Boxster S
3. Dodge Viper

Now, the new list, in hopes of updating to the most current models and cars that are available:
1. BMW M5
2. Porsche Boxster S
3. Dodge Viper SRT-10

Tada! Some things just don't change. The 3000GT is bumped only because it isn't in production anymore, and I want my list to be cars that I can buy BRAND NEW when I become rich and famous.

They're also all cars that girls (some) will give you head in.

No blog. Just a retarded 1 am conversation for your enjoyment:

[Screen Names have been changed to protect the stupid.]

Mystic511: this conversation is going in circles
NotALoser: yes it is
Mystic511: your mom
NotALoser: no one seems to be more right then the other
Mystic511: ooo, played.
NotALoser: -.-;;
Mystic511: i win.
NotALoser: you dont know my mom
NotALoser: you prob saw her but dont mean you know her
NotALoser: ooh~
Mystic511: that was not an ooh
NotALoser: oh it was an ooh
Mystic511: oh no it was no oh.
NotALoser: cuz i wrote "ooh"
NotALoser: if you wrote "that was not an oh"
NotALoser: then i would agree
NotALoser: cause i wrote "ooh"
NotALoser: so ooh~
Mystic511: it was a literal ooh, but it wasn't an ooh
NotALoser: ah but you werent specifying
Mystic511: this conversation has digresed into gayness.
NotALoser: so i took it the literal sense
NotALoser: yes i agree on that
NotALoser: just like you
NotALoser: ooh~~
Mystic511: you master of gayisms ****[edited cuz of name usage]
Mystic511: damn it, i was typing.
NotALoser: gotcha first
NotALoser: hahah....ok enough of this
NotALoser: i need to go to slepe
Mystic511: your mom
NotALoser: must teach 1st graders~
Mystic511: good night!
NotALoser: peace
Mystic511: your mom's piece
Mystic511: ooo
NotALoser: stop talking bout my mom
Mystic511: good night!
NotALoser: for your mom
NotALoser: ooh~~
NotALoser: hahaha
NotALoser: ok...
NotALoser: stop now
Mystic511: ok, sweet dreams
Mystic511: of your mom
Mystic511: ooo
NotALoser: ok...i cant think of anything right now
NotALoser: so
Mystic511: i win
Mystic511: booya
Mystic511: go sleep
NotALoser: with your mom
NotALoser: ooh~~~
Mystic511: dum dum cheee
Mystic511: this is so going on my blog.
NotALoser: haha ok

The extent of my cheap bastardness has resulted in a couple amazing things. Here they are in no particular order:

1) My computer is so old that the newest computers out are at least 5 times better then my shit.
2) I'm so cheap, I refuse to buy new 2 dollar sandals. My current ones are falling apart to the point where duct tape, masking tape, scotch tape and rubber bands aren't even holding them together anymore.
3) I will drive an extra 5 minutes to save 2 cents a gallon on gas.
4) My Sketchers dress shoes look like dogs chewed on them.

Some I'm not proud of, and some i'm secretly proud of. But, you have to realize that I'm not a cheap bastard, only when it comes to some things (like footwear). I still drink only bottled water, I'm poor because my car demands good things, I love eating good food, I throw money away frivolously on trinkets and baubles, and as my mom says, I "spend money like it's water". So... it's all balanced.

Next subject. Here's a good quote I saw on my co-worker's email sig: "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent" ~Eleanor Roosevelt~
This is exactly the shit I try to get people to understand. No matter what I say, or how condescending I am, or how much I criticize people's actions... It is good to realize that in the end, it's just MY OPINION and that your the only one who can make you or break you.

On my end and for my own justification (for those who would criticize me for doing what I do), sometimes people are dumb and oblivious to the world. Other people also want to say things, but they don't because they don't want to "hurt other people's feelings" and bs like that. Well, I'm just trying to break the hesitation and just say what's on my mind. Go ahead and feel free to say what's on your mind to me. I'll thank you for it. Sure, it might not change me, but i'll listen. Oh, and sometimes my 'thank you' may slip out of my mouth as a "fuck you, slutbag" but if you take away the words and break it up into letters, and then take a bunch of the letters out and replace them with others, in actuality, i'm really saying "thank you" but in my own little language.

And hey, that's all I expect from you, my adoring fans (all 8.1 of you).

I'm not one to complain about not having enough time. So.. i'm not going to start. But I will yell at myself for being the WORST at time management. Ok Allen, you had alot of shit to do this weekend. Did you accomplish any of it? No. I know you tried, but eff that, you coulda tried harder. Don't let little things like video games and girls and friends distract you from your duties. Now you gotta go and provide yourself some more stress just to make sure that things are done. Eesh man, what are you gonna do? Don't be stupid.

In response to myself, I think I'm just afraid to apply myself because I don't want to fail. It's easier to tackle something head on when you know you'll succeed... it's harder when you're stricken with self doubt. Ok ok, that's just an overglorified excuse to say i'm a procrastinator that doesn't want to try harder then I have to.

Eff you. On to the weekend summary:

Friday: Worked, registered domains for secret project. Went home, started doin stuff, ended up napping and figured I'd do stuff later. Got called and woken up, went out with Paul to host his two fine cute friends. See? Good friends share. Sharing is caring. Oh yea, Joe and Tim came. They're always a treat. I also thought I destroyed my clutch, and was worried about it all day and night. Decided to install this old game that I never got around to playing.. and played it on and off throughout the whole weekend.

Saturday: Woke up with full intention of working on secret project. Start doin some stuff... you know, figuring out how to transfer domain names... where to locate perl script stuff... what mail servers... couldn't find anything. What made it worse, I think the password to the server that was given to me was changed or erased. Complications... i'll figure it out later. Then Joe and Tim came with me to Boston Market (a man's gotta eat) and Tim informed me about football. So of course, I had to watch the Steelers get cheated out of a win by the Titans, and watch the Eagles ROMP the Falcons. Guess we know which birds are better. Then I remembered Paul wanted to go to church tomorrow, so I went to sleep.

Sunday: Of course, Paul decided to put himself in some sort of coma-induced sleep and would not wake up for his life. No Church for me. Then Joe (my buddy this weekend) took me to lunch at the Drexel Cafeteria. Always a treat. Then I watched football (Go Raiders!) and played some more of my game. Paul came over. God decided to punish Paul for not going to church by giving him a massive headache. I didn't care. I was hungry. So we decided to go foodshopping. Anyway, I made hamburger helper and joe and paul ate it. Paul made cookies and didn't seem to enjoy them with his headache.

The End.

My god. This is the most boring weekend summary I've ever written. The world blew up and we all died. Jeez. At least that woulda made it somewhat interesting.

EFF.

I think i'm developing carpal tunnel syndrome. My wrists hurt from all this typing and clicking and various other computer related crap that I do at work. It's just not a comfortable work place. Ok, well, it's just not as comfortable as MY workplace at home.

My chair is ten times better then the chairs at work. I don't care what they tell me: firm support, sturdy armrests, blah blah, it's all crap.
My desk? Ok, not the best, but I have it set up perfectly for my own needs. I mean, psha, at least I have a keyboard tray. You know how useful those things are?
My monitor is flatscreen and displays perfectly crisp images.
My mouse is laser USB, highly accurate.
My computer itself is filled with plenty of video games to keep me company.. and of course.. porn. Lots and lots of porn. (i'm just kidding. Or am I?)
And I have SOUND. Something that's missing from my work station.

Ok, so all that had nothing to do with me feeling like I'm having CTS... but you know, one thing leads to another.

Like Tron's mom the other night.

The thing I miss the most about last year's co-op compared to this year's co-op is the fact that I don't need to take public transportation anymore (well, not having anthrax next door is a bummer too. [sarcasm]). Public transportation was so fun. It was a chance to observe all forms of people. Corporate business, ghetto ass thugs, the protestors, the tourists, the students, etc etc. It was just the experience of different lifestyles. Now all I have is my car. Not that I'm complaining about my car, just that there's a certain redundancy to driving the same route every day.

Here is my morning drive:
Hear alarm (sometimes)
Turn it off.
Go back to sleep.
Hear second alarm, my phone (usually)
Snooze it.
Three times.
Realize that I'm late for work... AGAIN.
Go brush my teeth.
Wash face
Wet hair.
Get dressed.
Leave.
Fumble with gloves while I get carkeys out of my pocket.
Hit button to make car go "doot doot"
Get in, start car, make sure Howard Stern is on.
Warm up car. I usually stay until the temp gauge needle moves up a little.
40% chance some fucker wants my parking spot and sits there like a vulture.
I won't move until I'm ready.
50% chance that when I don't leave right away, she'll pull up next to me and ask me if I'm leaving.
I nod and purposefully take another minute.
I pull out.
If vulture is present then I will get pissed off cuz they are blocking my view of coming traffic.
Get onto highway.
Drive and listen to Stern.
65% chance I'll hit traffic jams because unfortunately, some stupid people drive slow, and other stupid people drive aggressively, freaking out the slow stupid people and making the aggressive stupid people want to be even more aggressive. So the stupidness just piles on. It's one viscious cycle.
Maybe see a nice car, luckily I haven't stumbled across a car that wanted to race me yet.... not that you can really race at 20 mph in a traffic jam.
Take the offramp to get to work.
High speed that thing like I was a road racer.
Scan my ID to get into my job's parking lot.
Park.
30% chance something funny will be on Howard Stern making me not want to leave my car and go to work.
Scan ID 4 more times to get to my cubicle.
Turn on computer.
Work.

See? It's so boring. You probably didn't even bother reading it. Alright, so it's not that bad... at least the radio show makes the drive semi-decent. But still, observing human behavior last year on the subway was at the very least, just as interesting as the radio.

Yes. The entry made absolutely no sense.

Life is pretty much like driving: You either spend your time being stuck behind a slow car or being tailgated by a fast car.

Doesn't it always feel that way? Someone is always holding you back or pushing you to do more. There seems to be very few instances in life where you just kinda go with the flow and everyone is out of the way. My comparison to that would be driving at 3 am with no traffic... something I try to do whenever I can.

Life should be more like that.

Jump right in:

Friday: Had a really really fun time with some people that I never thought I'd chill with. Not to say that I was caught off guard, but it was a pleasant change from what I was used to/expecting. I headed out with Annie and Tony to met up with my friend Dan, who lived in the same dorm I did freshman year, and chilled with his friends. Some of them I already knew, like Don, but there were a few I didn't know. Dan's girl was super fun. One of those types that aren't afraid to say anything to anyone. She did a great job of making us feel welcomed. Don't want to bring stereotypes into this... but korean people usually have a tendency to only chill with korean people.. and of course, not associate with anyone else. Not this group. They're the kind of people you don't forget easily.

Saturday: Business as usually. Met Mr. Production and had our little (LONG) meeting, then headed out to Heaven's Little Foodstop: Ponderosa. My god, I love that place.

Sunday: More business.. .found out that not only have I bitten off more then I can chew, but I might as well have shoved the whole cow in my mouth.

Yea, not an interesting weekend. But I'll show you. I will.

On a side note, why comes people have not been IMing me anymore? When I first put up my IM stuff (see Comment! link below), everyone imed me. What? Am I that intimidating? Psha, I like getting to know my adoring fans (all 7.9 of you), so do us both a favor, hit me up so I can hit you up.

wink Wink.

Wow, my last entry was really cynical and bitter. Jeez. Is that what i've become? I hope not. If any of you fockers seen me in person, ya'll know that I'm a happy cheery silly corny ass little girl who just treats life like whatever.

The weekend isn't really over yet, so I'll do my weekend summary on monday.. but for now, I thought i'd share in more social group types, this time breaking down individuals:

The Leader: This is the one who organizes all the events, always asks what to do next, etc etc. Without this person, there would be no group.

The Funny One: This is the entertainment of the night. The one person who always has something funny to say. The one that's loud as hell and just draws everyone's attention. Generally liked by everyone and never gets too annoying. Always has a witty comment or silly physical act to perform.

The Shy Guy: The one who kinda just sits there and talks to those who talk first. For girls, usually cute in some way or a close friend of another person in the group. For guys, usually dresses nice, has money, or again, friend of someone else in the group.

The Jackass: Blunt of all jokes. Everyone messes with this person and teases the crap out of him/her. Generally liked and usually knows not to take anything that's said seriously.

The Sucker: The one who was invited along because they always have money, or always provides the extra car needed (cuz we like to travel in packs), or knows some connection or hookup. Other then that, not really part of the group.

The Never Single: This pertains to groups that are usually all guys or all girls. This is the ONE PERSON that ALWAYS has a girlfriend or boyfriend. Mind you, the significant other may change as the year goes on, but that person will ALWAYS be with someone.

The Boyfriend/Girlfriend: This also pertains to groups that are usually all guys or all girls. If all guys, this is the one girl that is always with that one guy (see above) who always has a girlfriend. And for an all girls group, vice versa.

The New Guy: This person somehow just joined the group, wither it was because s/he was a friend of a friend, or s/he met someone in the group through school, work, etc etc. Nobody really knows that person, so they don't feel comfortable talking with him/her, but after a while s/he gets accepted... or just leaves.

The 'Ew, why is s/he here?' person: This is the person who somehow always chills with the group, but nobody really likes them. Since they are suppose to be a "friend" nobody ever tells them to eff off... but.. for some reason.. they NEVER get the hint!

The Whiner: The one person who never agrees with what everyone else wants to do. And when they do, they never stop bitching about it and want to go home. Usually the one that ruins the night by asking to be dropped home or forces everyone else to change their plans to satisfy their own needs.

Which one are you?

Has anyone been reading my xanga story? Well? What are you waiting for?

A New Year means new beginnings--ok, enough of that clichèd stupid shit. Everything feels the same, everything looks the same. The world didn't blow up. (Some) People still haven't grown up. I don't see the ray of light shining through the clouds and into my asscrack. In fact, I believe that the past few days have been nothing but rain and gloom. So Merry Frickin New Year. Enjoy being able to write "2003" down on your checks, cuz that's about the only thing that's different.

I'm just tired of the facade of positive cheer flowing in what seems like everything: TV, Magazines, Internet, People, Commercials and Billboards. Sure, it's fun, it's a reason to get together, and it's a reason to change the way things have been going. Yea, it's alot of things that are really nothing at all. Not to bring everyone down, but jeez, I just wanna let everyone know what they're doing before they do it. I mean, would you freakin go somewhere without having a solid idea of where you were going? So why be cheery and positive during the new years? Cuz everyone else is?

Here's the bridge, buddy. Go ahead and jump.

Happy Focken New Year, bitches.

My New Year's Resolutions:
1) Only make New Year's Resolutions for entertainment purposes.
2) Put $2003 in a saving's account at the end of my co-op.
3) Get Laid.
4) Twice.
5) Confess my infatuation.
6) Quit Smoking... as next year's Resolution.
7) Drink more.
8) Stop fluctuating between different groups of friends every few months.
9) Build a $20,000 webpage for shits and giggles (and ALOT more).
10) Go to Cali to make good on a promise.
11) Staple people to walls more often.
12) Don't pick on the freshman... torture them.
13) Invest more time in the friends worth keeping.
14) Bust on Tron's mom at least once a week.
15) Actively pursue a relationship with a stripper.
16) Say to at least one girl in passing "Who is your daddy and what does he do?"
17) Prepare for the polar bear club next year.
18) Invest in two super-bouncy-balls so I can go up to girls and ask them to please hold my balls.
19) Constantly remind Tony that he's not a man.
20) Constantly remind Annie that she's not a man either.

A New Year to bring new beginnings and new starts... my first recommendation for all of you? Cordless bungie jumping. It's seriously once in a lifetime!