bein silly

"I'm just a painter and I'm drawing a blank."

I really need more days like today. Today was quite good.

I actually took the day off and followed through with it. Met up with the lovely Miss Abby at Starbucks, chatted away for a while, went to the mall like all the cool kids where we got more coffee and made fun of the cool kids. Time passed quite slowly in the best way possible. This practice must be repeated at some point in the near future.

After that, I hung out with Matt. We got Arby's, then we got very bored. By this time, it was 10PM and nothing's open at 10PM, especially in Oconomowoc. So we took a mini road trip. Granted, we only went as far as Carroll College, where we proceeded to walk around the campus, just for the hell of it. A group of guys drove past us as we were walking and asserted that we were "homos" and inquired as to which one of us was the "top". While neither title fits either of us, I was a bit tempted to raise my hand for my own amusement.

Two awesome experiences in one day. On paper (and blog), they seem kind of bland, but today really cleared my head, as I got to hang out with two of my absolute favorite people. Two of the few people with whom I feel no need to keep my guard up. Two people who can look past the judgment of others and appreciate me for who I am as I do exactly the same for them. Two of the very few people I love, care about, and respect above all others. I like being around people like that.

The true meaning of Easter.

As we all know, this is the day on which Jesus, because of a rogue comet striking a military silo creating a nuclear explosion, came back from the dead to walk the earth once more.
As the living-dead he wandered the countryside, praying on outlying farms. He dare not go out in the sun light, for being a carpenter in life, it would turn his undead body to saw-dust, but at night he broke into the hen houses and would smash all the eggs in his rage.
Luckily, St. Peter had an idea. After coloring all the people's eggs, by dipping them in the Red Sea, he took some sheep's wool and tied it to the back of his tunic. Then making himself some wicker bunny ears and calling himself Peter Cottontail, he taught all the rabbits in the land how to hide the eggs in the grass and bushes.
Finally, one night as Jesus was leaving one of the farms, again being unable to find any eggs, he noticed a basket full of candy. In fact it was a trail of candy filled baskets which lead him into the center of town.
It was a trap of course. For there, in the center of town, with all the people watching, Jesus was forced to do battle with Chuck Norris. They fought until dawn, when Jesus turned back into dust as Chuck Norris held him in a headlock. THE END
holy shit

"Sometimes I like to throw tangerines at old men and."

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"Breaker breaker one nine, spittin' out mad skills. Suicidal funk, let me know you're real."

Sunday: Blink-182 officially reunites.

Monday: Noodles & Co. with Mikaela.

Tuesday: Amazing weather. Easy homework. Free meal. Discovered Chuck Lorre dot com.

Wednesday: Resnet set up, allowing me to get internet access at school. Not one, but two free dinners. Anime club.

Thursday: Limp Bizkit reunites with original lineup which includes Wes Borland, one of my favorite musicians evar.

I know talking about my good days and good luck tends to reverse the process, but still...

What a week.

What a great fuckin' week.
Metal Gear Solid

"I'm pretty sure they named oranges before carrots."

A wise man once told me that we are all God in drag. I like that. Sometimes when I'm in a public place or sitting at a stop light, I'll watch people walking by and I'll silently say to myself, "He's God. She's God. He's God. She's God." Before long I always find myself feeling a warm sense of affinity for these strangers. The experience is even more powerful when I do this while observing a person who is clearly suffering. On occasion I'll test my little spiritual practice by turning on Fox News. Within minutes I become an atheist.

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"Just remember, kid--it's all bullshit."

Robert Mitchum said that to Nick Nolte at the Academy Awards once. Anyways, on to my brief rant.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: I like individuals, I hate people. And by individuals, I mean just that: individuals or small groups of individuals. And by people, I mean the general public; the rest of the six point something billion other fuckers out there.

I had to go to the mall today for some Christmas shopping, which is a chore in and of itself. Just going there, I mean. The shopping itself isn't so bad, I suppose. I like getting things for people. The people who deserve things, anyway. Here's a brief rundown of my mall escapades:

- For fuck's sake, people, IT'S JUST A PARKING SPOT! I understand it's colder than a Blizzaga to the face (Final Fantasy reference ftw), but for shiz, folks, it's not something to get worked up about. Waiting for me to get out of my car for the simple purpose of staring me down for taking a spot you would've liked is not something I could readily see your Jesus person doing. He walked everywhere, anyway.

- The steak escape at the Brookfield Mall makes the BEST (don't even fucking argue this) imitation Philly cheese steaks in the ENTIRE midwest. They use shredded steak and cheese whiz and everything! Kudos to you, Steak Escape. You have made a customer for life.

- Dr. Denis Leary (yes, he is an accredited doctor now) has a new book. No, it's not titled Shut The Fuck Up, it's Why We Suck: A Feel Good Guide to Staying Fat, Loud, Lazy, and Stupid. It is awesome.

- The Twilight series has ruined several places in Barnes & Noble.

- There was a man in the adjacent Starbucks and he was wearing an eye patch. he looked like a very mild-mannered, slightly metrosexual pirate. Yarr.

- The sound of tween laughter is enough to make one have a conip fit.

- The sound of said tweens whining about how difficult sixth grade is compared to fifth doubles this factor.

- If you're the janitor at Barnes & Noble and you're cleaning the bathroom, just say "I'm cleaning the bathroom. It should be open in five minutes." Don't go into a speech about how "The restroom is currently out of order, but it should be operational again in approximately five minutes." You're not repairing droids, you're mopping the Goddamn floor.

- If you're a teen and you're on this whole "emo" bandwagon bullshit, you don't look cool hanging out in front of the other Starbucks. You just look retarded and fake.

- Eww eww eww eww ewwwwwww!!! The horridly ugly Ganguro trend is catching on with stupid preppy white girls! EWWWWWW!!!! If I find it disgusting on Asian women when I am normally completely fucking enamored with Asian girls, you can bet your fake tanned ass it's going to look nothing short of repugnant on you.

- Even worse than that, morbidly obese white women should never EVER wear cornrows. EVER. Period! Exclamation point!

- If you see a man running out of the handicapped stall in the bathroom, DO NOT investigate the situation. You'll never find anything good. Ever.