Blogger Log Volume One Part Eight: A Title-less Posting

October 10th, 2004 Here we are... second week of October, the air is starting to get crisper and colder, and my daily cleavage watching hijinks are slowly coming to a close. Man, isn't summer grand??? Aside from that, this week is also the week that I have decided to make a resolution of my own if nothing arises from my interview nearly a month ago. For those who don't know, or don't care to read any of my other Blogger Logs... I had an interview a month ago for this "supposed" boku job, that everyone and their mom wants. To make a long story short... I waited four months just for the interview itself, and now it has been a month since the interview took place, and I'm still waiting. I don't know exactly why I'm still here waiting either. It might be because I'm now kinda interested in how this is gonna pan out. It might also be because I want something to bitch and moan about for the rest of my life. It might even be because I'm a dumbass. See also: Procrastination, Lack of motivation, spite towards the Lord Jeebus, etc, and so on. But after this... enough is enough. You have my word.

Blogger Log Volume One Part Seven: Tomfoolery

October 3rd, 2004 I still don't have this "post a journal entry every day" thing down pat yet, I just don't have many astonishing feats of life like other people do. My life is one big boring facet of suck, one tiny facet on the larger cut of a flawed gemstone of suckiness and bland tomfoolery. Not many exciting things happen in the suburbs of St Louis. Sure, you have your group of Suburban "thugs" that like to sit on the front steps smoking Marlboro Lights, listening to Nelly and thinking they're hardcore... but the only thing they're rolling up on, is a dirty hospital cot after I get done whooping that ass for looking at me funny. I'm crazy, mah bizzle. [/B Boy Stance] Aside from that, there really isn't much to write about. I'd post about what I'm thinking at the moment... but lately, it's all been about how I'm gonna save enough money to buy that sweet new Mitsubishi Evolution MR. The one with the upgraded turbo and the six speed manual transmission. I drool thinking of that car. Kinda like how Ralphy drools over that bonus Red Ryder BB gun... but instead of shooting my eye out, I'll rack up speeding tickets like no tomorrow. But it's all good.... it's all in the persuit of happiness. Also... Pornography. I think about pornography a lot too. The kind that involves midgets and power tools... the hard to find stuff. Sure the other stuff may work just as well... but being different makes life interesting. (see previous post... Vol 1, Part 6) Anyhoo, it's getting late, I'm not making sense... I'm going to bed. To dream about fast cars and electric powered midgets.

Blogger Log Volume One Part Six: Leaves Are Changing, Are You Up For It???

October 1st, 2004 It's October already. Man, how time flies. Pretty soon, I'm gonna turn twenty five, I'm gonna start making old man noises when I bend over, I'll fart when I pee, and at that point... staring at high school chicks is gonna feel wrong. Wait... it's been wrong for like five years now... nevermind that last part. Anyhoo, my thought for the day is that time doesn't wait for you. One minute you're "hip" and "fresh", the next minute... some punk kid is laughing at you for saying "hip" and "fresh". But that's just a small portion of what I'm trying to say. Change is a good thing, and don't ever let anyone tell you different. Kudos to the dude that ground up some spices and funky smelling stuff and invented curry. My taste buds salute your ferocious geniousity. And shame on all you cats that are happy with your boiled and salted meats and don't want to try anything out of the ordinary. Curry is the shit, get on the bandwagon. Okay... now I'm making no sense. Back on track. I've witnessed too many friends and family members waste away their lives because they were too afraid to open their eyes to the ever changing environment around us. So many goals and dreams becoming stagnant because of a phobia towards change and the risks involved. The guy that is too afraid to get on the dancefloor, because he thinks he'll look like a jackass, is the one who's making out with his right hand at the end of the night, dreaming of what could have been. Don't let that lonely, lonely, lonely, pathetic guy be you. Be the guy that doesn't care if he has pitstains, raising the roof, while jamming to the Debarge's Rhythm of The Night. Someone is more likely to dance with that guy, than the guy trying to look cool in the corner, ice grilling the DJ for playing bubblegum hip hop all night. Be a chrysalis, emerge from your cocoon. Be someone different, even for just a day. Experience something new. Don't regret one day of your life. Now I'm just rambling, so I'll stop. Post a comment. _____________________Right Here__\/\/\/