Do What Now?: June 2006

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Man. I am fucking beat. "Hanging Rock," as they say is kicking my ass, but I still don't mind it. We'll see how long that shit lasts though. I'm tried as all hell and my hands, back, and feet all hurt. Yet.... I still don't hate it. Sure, I dread going off to do it in the morning, but doesn't everyone feel that way with pretty much any job? Celebrities, Athletes, Rich CEOs.... none of those fuckers count. Fuck their filthy rich asses, they can't complain about shit. Lest they be in need a broken jaw that is, for if they are... well, I'm ya huckleberry.

Monday, June 26, 2006

Well the first day of work wasn't so bad. Its hard work but I feel it's rewarding, mainly because I'm about to get even leaner. Seriously, I had to sweat off at least another 3 or 4 pounds today. Dude's starting me out at $7 an hour, and will move me up to as much as $12-$14 as I gradually get better at it and what not. So the incentive is there to work hard and try and excel. Dude's pays cash too, and every Friday at that. Eat that shit Uncle Sam. Taxing my money.... I don't think so. Also since its cash the IRS never has to know either. Far as they know I'm just a student.

I am tired. Well, I'm going to go watch last night's episode of Deadwood. Should be fun. Then it's off to class where hopefully I won't fall asleep. I don't think that's tolerated in college. I've yet to try though.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

I got's a job.

I start tomorrow at 7:30. Hanging sheet rock.... it won't be easy, but the pay should be ample to enough to attempt to quench my thirst for depressants and hookers. I'm looking forward to it.... mainly the part about the hookers though. Yeah.... definitely the hookers.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

How do you study? Seriously.... I'm asking. I want to know. I've never studied for anything but tonight I'm meeting a dude from class so we can work on a few things before our test tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to that test. I don't care for math or tests on math. Equations are nothing more than the devil's sentences and I don't know about you but the last time I checked the devil was a bad dude.

Also, a friend left her little notebook over here and I've hijacked it for my own purposes. I started a little journal in it. It's cool. I haven't really done that in a few years since my last little notebook, I'm digging it. The shit is just flowing. I've filled up about 6 or 7 pages, front and back, since I started writing in it two days ago. I'm not sure if I'm going to give it back to her the next time I see her, or whether or not I should just keep it for myself. I've written something’s that probably shouldn't be read by well... anyone with a sense of decency. But then again I've always wallowed in indecency. Reminds me of that time I had phone sex with this girl I used to know.

Ehhhh.... I didn't really care for it and apparently neither did she. Apparently I took "too long" compared to her, who was apparently master of her domain as it took her next to nothing for her to finish.... or maybe she was just faking... but why the fuck would you fake an orgasm during phone sex? Then again I do suck when it comes to talking dirty... wow. That's bad. That's like really bad. A chic has to fake an orgasm even over the phone with me. And yet she complains I take too long, but I've been told that by other parties so you know.... whatever. I would take that as a good thing. No one likes a quick shooter. No one likes a "quick draw McGraw" in the sack, but apparently no one likes sucking cock for a good 15-20 minutes either.... hell, the trick had to take a break halfway through. You can't call a timeout when you're sucking someone off. It's not basketball. I mean did she go back to the bed and work on her "game plan" or something? Did she pull out a little dry erase board and start diagramming the X's and O's? Or was she all "Ok we got to post up on his balls... don't forget the balls. And the shaft... for god sakes work the shaft.... and not too much teeth.... we don't want to get a technical and then have to let him shoot two." Ahhhhh..... Nothing like a good basketball oral sex analogy. Which reminds me about the first time I had anal sex.

I remember one time this girl asked me what was so funny about anal sex. I said "I can't tell ya... but I could show ya." (rimshot)

Ahhhhh.... nothing like a good sodomy joke to start off your day at 3 in the afternoon.

and now... Nico

I've been out walking, I don't do too much talking
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to.
I've stopped my rambling, I don't do too much gambling
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think about
How all the changes came about my ways
And I wonder if I'll see another highway.
I had a lover,
I don't think I'll risk another
These days, these days.
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing so long.
La la la la la, la la.
I've stopped my dreaming, I won't do too much scheming
These days, these days.
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten.
Please don't confront me with my failures,
I had not forgotten them.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Meh....

Meh.... I don't want to go to class tonight. I just know dude's going to give us a quiz of some sort and I'm really not looking forward to it. I hate math. I don't see why I need to know all this stuff. As long as I can count my money, which is very little, I should be good. I'm not going to be some damn mathematician or anything. Or an accountant either. I'm going to be a doctor of journalism.... dammit.

At least the people are pretty cool. A few of us just sat outside in the parking lot for a few hours after class last night just bullshitting basically. It was cool. We don't get much of a chance to converse in class so it was cool to finally be able to get to know a little more about those people. I don’t mean those people like you would say those people... just you know.... they're people. Whatever... it don't matta. None of that matta's.

Well… I gotta go now. See ya’s later….. bitches.

Monday, June 19, 2006

Huh...well, next time.

Well we never made it to Nachooooooooooooooooo Libre. We got "side tracked". Shauna's friend Matt ended up coming out. He's good people. Funny cat. I busted out my Hookah and welcomed him properly. He seemed to enjoy himself. We ended up watching one of my personal favorite flicks, "Wet, Hot, American Summer." Very funny, especially with the extra farts audio track. Good times. Matt and I kicked my Ma and Shauna's collective asses at "Win, Lose, or Draw". We're all kind of lame, but we had fun dammit.

And praise the god! The USA actually managed to stay alive for another day in the World Cup. I watched that game Saturday, and we played one helluva match. It's such a damn shame that horrible officiating ruined the game. 3 players were red carded for fuck's sake. 3 fucking players! We lost Pablo Mastroeni and Eddie Pope for this Thursday's match against Ghana. Very costly losses. But none the less, being down 10-9 in terms of men, we did not stop. We played with heart dammit and we refused to give up. I felt proud that day. Granted our only goal in the match came from an own goal on Italy, but we still played like we wanted to win. Like we deserved to be there, which we do. Now all we need is for the Czech Republic to loose to Italy and a win against Ghana and the US could advance to the knock out round. Keep your fingers crossed.

Friday, June 16, 2006

OLAY OLAY OLAY OLAY!!!!!!

Whoooooo. I got a fever.... and the only prescription is more kick ass World Cup soccer... or football to our international friends.

For the last 2 months I've been playing the hell out of EA's FIFA World Cup 06 and it has done its job quite adequately of getting a lazy American such as me, totally fired up for the World Cup. I love watching Soccer now. I like most Americans, use to believe that Soccer was a game for the rest of the world. That it was too slow paced and just wasn't exciting enough for us.... well not anymore. While I always had respect for those that play the game (let's face it... you have to be in pretty fucking good shape to chase that ball up and down a field for 90 minutes) I never really enjoyed it.

Well that time has passed. Over the last week watching the games on ESPN2, and in the previous months playing the game on my computer, I've come to find that Soccer is quite possibly one of the most thrilling games on the planet. You really never know when a goal could be scored and when they are it's the most electrifying thing to watch. The skill that some of the players possess is astounding.

Take for example David Beckham. Everyone on the planet should probably at least know who he is, if not at least who he's married to. I've heard the saying "bend it like Beckham" before but I never really understood it until I watched the man play. The way he can bend a cross to anyone he damn well pleases is just amazing. Watching him send the cross to Crouch yesterday during the 83rd minute, as he then headed the ball into the net was just pure poetry in motion. You can't beat a finish to match like that. Deadlocked at 0 until the final minutes of the game only to step up and make a play when it mattered the most. Then I tried out England and Beckham in the game and sure enough, the man can send the ball anywhere to anyone at any time.

I'm digging the whole "play the world" thing too. For some reason I couldn't give two shits when it comes to the Olympics but there's something really cool about representing your country when it comes to Soccer I think. The best players in the entire world, on the biggest stage in the world, representing their home countries. I really think that winning isn't everything in this tournament. Just being there, playing for your country, for the entire world to see.... well that's just the pinnacle of sport's entertainment.

I don't think I'll stop watching the tournament if team USA loses on Saturday. I really want to see us do well and make it to the next round but I'm not sure if we're up to the task. We'd have to beat Italy as well as Ghana and I'm just not sure we're going to be able to make it past Italy. One more loss and we're done. Considering our nation and its other sports, soccer has grown by leaps and bounds in this country over the last 20 years or so. It's a shame more people don't seem to be into it. I went out yesterday trying to find a team USA jersey so I could show my support for the team and the sport, yet alas... no one had any... anywhere. Which sucked.... I wanted a Reyna jersey. Or Mcbride.

But that's enough of Soccer now. I have to look up movie show times, for tonight I am going to see Nachooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Libre with my homie. Should be a fun time.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

"All the girls think you're cute"

That's what these chic’s told me last night, and I gotta say it felt really good. I have like no confidence in myself but over the course of the last 2 days I must say that I've started to regain some of it. I use to be overly confidant, perhaps damn near cocky, but over time the course of events saw fit to dash every bit of that confidence to pieces. Broads.... they'll do a number on ya.

But now is not the time for reminiscing of such troubles. Oh no, for now is a time of jubilee. I am "cute", dammit. It's not like I've never been told that before, but sometimes it's not what you hear, but who you hear it from that makes all the difference.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

The weirdness..ness..

I finally had a dream last night that I'm able to remember and all I can say is, "wow.... what the fuck was all that about?''

I rarely dream, or perhaps I do dream often, yet it is not of me to remember those dreams. For today though was different. I remember that of which I thought as I slept and now I find my thoughts are those of a man puzzled by them.

My dream was composed of many elements of my life, fictional and non fictional. Faces from my past, my enemies, and so forth. Many elements of fiction combined with the horrors of my past from whence there is no escape. Very un-nerving I must say. Plus it was just damn creepy at times with hints of "the Shining".

I must say that I, as usual, was my striking self. I remember I had a nice brown coat and matching pants and shirt. I looked as slick as ever but that's just how I look in a suit. I have one helluva frame. Lucky me.

PLUS.... WORLD CUP FEVER.... CATCH IT!

Monday, June 12, 2006

Son of a Bitch....

OK, well today I had a few things that I needed to do and a few things stood in my way of doing those. I wrote out this really long and elegantly worded, yet still vulgar version of the morning and afternoon's accounts. However, upon completion when it came time to spell check, the page somehow reloaded (I'm new to IE7, plus it's a beta) and all was lost. So I sit here before you "lazy" and slightly angry over that, so now I present the "lazy", angry version of today:

OK, I needed to return my Spanish books and get Spanish dropped from my schedule. Due to their (the college) crappy (for me at least) web service, "BannerWeb" not allowing me do so from my home, I went to the Warner Robins branch of the MSC campus to get the class dropped. Low and behold, upon arrival, I find that what I seek to do can not be done from where I am. So I decide to go ahead and go to the bookstore and exchange the book. After arguing with the lady at the counter over a few minutes over the specifics of the matter, we come to the conclusion that I can be afforded a full refund, however, since I paid for said books with a check the only way for me to receive my funds would be by check. This sucks, because now I have to wait for someone in the financial office to cut me a check and then mail it to me when they could just as easily have credited the funds to my “HigherOne” debit card thing that they gave me when I enrolled. The card exists as an easy means for the college to issue returns on books or tuition fee's which is why I was a bit angry as to having sit with my thumb up my ass for a few weeks waiting for that check to come in.

Then I returned home with the information I had received from the nice English lady at the Warner Robins campus, and I called the registrar at the Macon campus to have Spanish dropped from my schedule. The woman on the other end made her first mistake when she took a tone with me. The second came when she took an even bitchier, dare I say "holier than thou" tone with me, to which I do not take kindly to. It'd do someone wise not to take that tone with me, lest they be in need of an ass kicking....

I'm sorry; I just gotta stop for one moment. I've been watching the most kick ass new show, as in new to me, that I've seen in a while: HBO's Deadwood (of which the 3rd season premiered last night). Wow, what I can say about that masterpiece that hasn't been said. It's just too cool and I guess all that extremely well written dialogue is just starting to rub off on me a bit. I watched a full two seasons in 3 days time. It tends to stick in your head upon a marathon sitting such as that.

Anyways, back to that bitch and her tone. She had one, and I for one wasn't going to take it. I responded in kind with that of my own. When the exchange was near end, she told me that the only way for me to drop the class to come down there today. I told her she would see me soon and that was that. When I arrived there later however, I wasn't able to see her as luck would have it. Instead I spoke with a nice young lady who had the class erased from my schedule in less than 5 minutes.

That was end of my trouble from there the day was, dare I say, good. I went over to the Wellness Center/Gym place and signed the necessary waivers needed to have access the equipment. Then this big guy named Ken took me on a tour of the place. Showed me all the equipment, different rooms and what not and also the pool. Mmmm. The pool. He introduced me to this tan piece of ass with legs of a lifeguard that works there. At this moment, in this state; her name escapes me. I wish I recalled her name but I'm sure I'll see her again. Then my new buddy Ken gave me this little 5 second body fat test thing. I got 13.4 which on the scale that read, 11, 12-14, 14-18, and so forth, with 11 being excellent shape, 12-14 being good, 14-18 average (which I think by today's standards means fat considering a majority of the nation is obese), and so on. So actually I'm in "good" shape. The guy said drop 10 more pounds and I will actually be, medically speaking in "excellent" physical shape. Whoooohoooo. I always felt that I was kind of a tub but I guess that's just me and my issues. Feels good to have a machine and a chart assure you that you're in good shape.

So yeah that was my day until this point. Now I'm going to watch last night's new episode of Deadwood. WHOOOhooo for crazy cowboys and prospectors!

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Eh.... my back is gay. But these lortabs are pretty good. I'm doped out of my fucking mind so I feel like I might rant a bit.

Battlefield 2 and teamwork.... why the fuck not?

Seriously. Lately I've been kicking a little more ass than normal, and who do I have to thank for it? Me! No one else, which is fucking idiotic when you think about it. For the last 2 days I've either been first or second when the tickets hit zero at the end of a round and yet no matter how many rounds I may play on a server with the same players, it's damn near impossible for me to get a few digital commandos to join my squad. And why the fuck wouldn't they, it's not like I'm just running into battle and coming out 3-16. I'm getting scores with a 70-100 point total and coming out with around 30-10 in terms of kills and deaths. You would think that perhaps some people would say to themselves, "hey, this guy here.... he's not doing a bad job at all, in fact he's single fucking handedly man handling the other team, let's join up with him." YOU WOULD THINK THAT.... but you'd be in the fucking wrong.

I do pretty damn well when it comes to holding my own but it never hurts to have a few extra bodies backing your play. Then again, if you have an idiot cunt hair of a commander running your team you generally tend to come out on the painful end of an ass fucking. Nothing pisses me off more than some slack jawed half assed commander. Do your fucking job right or don't do it all. What's worse is when you can't mutiny against their lame asses. Some people just weren't meant to oversee the battlefield. They lack the part of the brain that controls strategy, or at least they've just severely damaged it, most likely due to some blunt head trauma from a session of inbreeding run amok.... or maybe just too much inbreeding in general.

SPANISH!

I'll be glad when I get the use of my right arm back, then I can go out and break some dumb cunt's fucking jaw. Man, these pills make me violent. Also, I'm dropping my Spanish class this summer. I have tried my hardest yet I just haven't quite got a grasp on it and I fear that 8 weeks is simply too little time for me to attempt to master a foreign language. I'm gonna wait till this fall and take it with a full 16 week semester. No sense in me rushing through 8 weeks just to fail. I'll wait and take my time and make sure that I have a proper handle on it. I feel kinda bad for dropping that class because that one dude and I got along really well. We just sat back and cracked jokes mostly, which actually has nothing to do with me not understanding a word of Spanish. That teacher is fucking nuts. She sat for the better part of an hour the other day explaining the complex intricacies of a tape! What the fuck?!? She actually sat there and explained in extremely simple terms, how when a tape reached the end of one side that it automatically was ready to play on the opposite side. Well no fucking shit. My god, I know it's the new millennium and what not and Cd's have long since been the norm but I don't think it's been so long that people have forgotten how tapes work. I mean shit, who the fuck hasn't made a mix tape in their day?

WHORES!

Next week I'm venturing out looking a good massage parlor/whore house. I could use a good rub down, in both senses of the word that is. I don't see what the big deal is when it comes to whores. America was built on the backs of whores. It's the world's oldest and perhaps it's most honest profession. It's straight up. No bullshit involved. Sex for cash. And what's so wrong with that? Is it because there's no way for the government to tax them? I mean, it's no different from the tips a waitress might pick up, albeit slightly larger tips for the whores and the fact that waitresses already have their extremely small checks taxed. Perhaps. Perhaps not. Still though, nothing like a good piece of strange you just bought for the evening.

Fuck the Devil!

And what the hell was up with all those damn news reports on the Apocalypse and the Devil just because Tuesday was... and I hate to say this shit but, 6/6/06? I couldn't believe I actually heard talk coming out of these people's mouths regarding the fact of whether or not the world might end that day. I mean shit, did the world end on 6/6/1906? Fuck no! What about 6/6/1806? Again, a big FUCK NO! So what made those dumb cunts think it would end this time? Again, I'm gonna lean towards too much inbreeding. And besides fuck the Devil anyways. I've said it before and I'll say it again now: The Devil Ain't Nothing but a Bitch. The devil is just a punk. If you ever see him, bitch slap his ass just to show him what's what. Break that fucking jaw of his and then skull fuck the shit out of him.... if you know... you dig on that. Or not, that's your prerogative.

And damn if all these pills aren't taking me for a bit of a spin so I'm gonna skate.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

My back is FUUUUUUUCKED up.

It really is. My back has been killing me for the last few weeks since I had that cold. Some people can testify to my pain, as well as my tolerance for it, but today it just was too much. I started hurting so bad for so long that I just couldn't take it and actually broke down to tears from the pain.

I went to the doctor a few hours ago and they gave me a shot right in the back. I thought I was gonna die. I was gripping the table and I damn near bit through my lip. Then they gave me 2 shots in the ass for the pain. Sucked. Badly.

They gave me some lortabs and sent me on my way. I feel a little better now.

Monday, June 05, 2006

I was a gullible man. I WAS. I was naive about a lot of shit. I had my feelings manipulated and you know what? It suuuuuucked. It did. I made some really bad choices at the time. I would do or give anything to change half of the shit I did. It was wrong. It was mean and it was just damn wrong. I was a prick who was hearing what he wanted to hear and in the course of that I just threw all my judgement to the wind.

And I regret it each day. I use to be a man who always said that he had no regrets, yet alas, it would seem I finally have my share. It just makes me so angry that I was so stupid and couldn't see what I had already been warned about. But whaddya gonna do, you know?

I'll tell ya what ya do... you bust your ass as hard as necessary to make amends and you don't fucking stop until you know damn well that you've made up for it. I still haven't, well at least I personally don't think I have, but I'm working on that. It's a work in progress. Takes time for something like this. You can't just make up for making someone cry over the course of a few days. That shit takes months, maybe years. Hell, at least 13 different adventures.... and let me tell you, a fucking adventure is not easy to plan. That shit is damn hard, seriously.

Well, maybe you can make it up to them, but you can't make it up to yourself. No matter what, you know what you did and it kills you to think about it because you know how it made someone else feel and you know what the feeling feels like yourself. I'm not a bad person, I have a heart. I know how shit feels. It makes me angry that I did what I did. It's wrong dammit..... it's just wrong.

But you do your best. And I guess that's all you can really ask of yourself.

Alright... This weekend I pretty much kicked it with my old hizz-ome girl Shizzauna. She's good people. I enjoy her company. We hang out on occasion but it seems like those times are far and few so it was good to spend the weekend bullshitting with her and what not. She's cool..... she's "hip". Sorry... old inside thing.

So yeah, an awesome time was had and my back is killing me so I think I'm gonna skate.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Copperfield to Impregnate Woman Onstage!!!!!............... WHAAAAAA?????

I found this... somewhere, I forget where but it lead me to this peice.

from Hollywood.com

HOLLYWOOD - Illusionist David Copperfield is planning to go one better than rival David Blaine by impregnating a woman live onstage. The magician will carry out the stunt in Germany, without--he insists--even touching the volunteer. Copperfield tells PageSix.com, "There is a great deal of new territory to conquer. I'm going to make a girl pregnant. Naturally there will be no sex. "Everybody will be happy about it, but I'm not telling you any more." Article Copyright World Entertainment News Network All Rights Reserved.

WHAAAAAAAAAA????? WHAT IN THE FUCK? Where the hell did he find the lucky lady for this little "trick"?

Do What Now?