Why must Rolf remove the filth from Nana's finery?

I would like to take this moment, on the 29th of December, to celebrate Bryan Keith "Dexter" Holland's 40th birthday. It was on this day that Dexter Holland, cofounder of both Manic Subsidal and, later, The Offspring. The Offspring were my very, very first rock band. Ever. And, consequently, they are my very, very, favorite band. Dear Jesus. Thank you for Dexter and The Offspring and especially Americana.



Please take time to read this article. Que enlightening.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dexter_Holland

Swing Life Away

Jobs are doing just fine yea. The hours are getting to me, though. I have lots of homework to do and, quite frankly, i dont wanna do it. I dont think i will. it's just that simple. But on topic now. Jobs.

Neverland is great fun. Music selection is awesome. 120 CD's at my beck and call. It's alot of fun cos i have run of the store. I can do really whatever i want when there are no customers and even when there are i just kinda keep an eye on them and ask them if they need any help or if they want to look at the jewelry or write up their receipt. Thats another thing. There isn't a cash register, so i have to write up receipts and do all the math on an old adding machine. It's quite fun, except some people gets ancy and it makes me want to hurry up and if i hurry up and mess up i have to do it all again and it just gets into one big mess kinda like this run on sentence. Lotsa stuff to do and it's in an interesting neighborhood, if not a slightly tough one. We get alot of theives and it really sucks. I have to be really vigilant and im really just kinda tired of assuming that everybody is stealing and a lot of the times they are! This lady today just wooshed right in and if Ollie, who works at the liquorstore nextdoor, hadnt come in warning me, i might have missed it. And apparently if you're too rough with a theif, they might wait for you to get off work and then mug you. I wonder if i should start bringing my knife that i stole from house of prime rib. hehehe. ironic? yes. hypocritical? possibly. funny? most definately.

Jackson Personnel isn't working too well. I mean, they give me lots of work for what they have and they could give me more if i had more time available. For instance, last week they asked if i could work for Kaiser for a couple months, but i couldn't because of school and i was kinda angry. that was 15 bucks an hour, there. damn. oh well. nordstroms is doing alright but goddamn if it isnt the most boring work ever. and 9 hours a day! doing ties! GASLKDG. oh well.


i like neverland. i like it in general. but it's close to yoongi's house, too.

One Year <3


It makes me sad when i watch Offspring videos. Everybody has so much fun. There's that indescribable sense of comraderie that everybody has at their concerts that cannot be replaced with just any other band. Why can't they go on tour again? Please?

Squeaker

Old disney movies are so much better than the new ones. They're not pc at all. They just kill people left and right. Talk about guns and gambling and stuff. Not to mention the scores are alot better. Ruff.

Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced

Well, I'd have to say, I'm probably the biggest dork for blogging my first drinking experience but i need to write it all down and get it straight. So Kavi, being the cool guy that he is, bought us some Skyy with his "super legit" fake ID. After dropping off the car at my house, we bussed it back to Bob's and we played What the Fuck. It's like the Truth part of Truth or Dare. There's a book of questions and you use the dice to decide which question to read like "If I was dying, what food would i like to eat before i expired? Burrito? or Hamburger? And if the other players get it wrong they have to take a shot. I wasn't too good at the shots. I needed lots of chasers. But i suppose that part will come in time. I thought the others were faking their drunkenness at first. They were falling on the floor and laughing, but i could still walk straight. A bit later, though, i found it hard to turn around or go upstairs. Then came the lowered inhibitions. I actually called Lauren Esterle, even though I've called her, like, once in my entire life, and i can't remember her saying anything but "are you drunk" and i think i said "it's my first time". But she got a kick out of it. Also, I'm a lot more violent when im that drunk. I was hitting Levi when he fell cos i thought he was faking it. I feel really bad about that because I try so hard to remember how big i am and that if i get carried away, i can hurt somebody. But i guess the alcohol changed that. Then we tried walking down to West Portal and i'd rather not relate this part because it involves many people getting sick, on themselves and on me.

I think i've pulled a couple lessons from this escapade. Drinking is entertaining for a bit, until somebody's had too much. I really would have had more fun if i just got some pho or went to the party. Also, watch the fuck out before you drink. Make sure there's somebody around who cares about you and is sober (or skilled) enough to watch out for you. You could get into deep shit, otherwise. Lastly, peanutbutter does work to get the vodka out of your breath (thanks Kelsy).

Casa Bonita

I think the only person on this earth that i could ever marry is Sarah Silverman. She's smart, beautiful, and hilariously witty. And that smile. My god. Why the fuck did she marry that fatass Jimmy Kimmel. FUCKFUCKFUCK! SARAH HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?



So wild...

Davis

I feel like a Chinese kid applying for a UC. I have like 20 days left to finish my Syracuse application and I dont want to turn it in on December 30, cos i'll be playing over winter break. The only problem is the essay portion. "Write several sentences about each of the following: 1) Who or what influenced you to apply to Syracuse University? 2) What are your academic and career aspirations? 3) What is your most meaningful activity outside the classroom and why? WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF ESSAYS ARE THOSE!? THOSE ARE THE MOST BLAND AND IMPERSONAL STATEMENTS EVER! AND HOW THE HELL LONG IS "SEVERAL SENTENCES"? SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT I'M NOT GONG TO GET IN I SHOULD HAVE KILLED PINOCCI WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE! I guess i'm staying in the state...


I can't wait for Christmakkah this year. A perfect merger of Catholics and Jews. I don't say Christians because I'm sick and tired of those bastards damning my religion when it's pretty much the same as theirs. It's not even just when they do that. They always denounce the pagan interminglings of Catholocism, calling it "satanic". It was the culture of way-back-when, just like how like Souther Baptists sing gospel. And guess what, dipshits, Christmas is about as pagan as you can get, so dont get so hypocritical like you always are. Like you and being 'prolife' (bullfuckingshit you can't be prolife and endorse the death penalty); like you and believing in "the sanctity of marriage" (think about that next time you cheat on your wife); like you preach about helping the poor (AND JUST LOOK AT YOUR FAT ASSES). FUCK I HATE CHRISTIANS!

ANYWAY, 24 hours of A Christmas Story party and New Years Eve party.

Whack Fol De Dah

I was chilling, listening to my 90's rock collection, when all of a sudden i had a revelation. I am a 90's child. It's so sad. Why do i have to be at the top of my game now? Clearly i was made for the last decade. First of all, think of all the best teen movies made were all 90's teen movies. American Pie, 10 Things I Hate About You, Austin Powers 1 AND 2, and I'm going to count Dude Where's My Car because that's so not a millenium movie. Then there's the scene. Skateboarding, I never really got into, but all those indie skateboard films had to be made by somebody. Speaking of indy, i KNOW i'm not a millenium child because the millenium marked the switch from indie being an adjective synonymous with "startup" or "lowbudget" or "give 'em time, they'll be great", to an entire crappy genre. An indie album used to be the rookie card of rock music, but now it just means "followed by poser-bohemians/europeans". Offspring, Bad Religion, Pennywise... they were true musicians. Played from the heart, not the art. And finally, the biggest reason i belong in the 90's: Power Rangers. The real ones. No VR Troopers, no space rangers, or motorcycle rangers. Just Power Rangers.

My time has come and gone before I even had the chance to experience it. You guys, your time is now. Relish it. Some never see their golden age.

Grades Dropping...Hatred Increasing...Feeling Indifferent

No really. I must start caring. I had A's at the beginning of this semester. Actual A's, not PE or ceramics. I even had one in math! Now everything is a B and i feel sad. And then. I hate everybody. Because they wont shut up about stupid things. AND, i hate not being able to do anything when people feel bad. Don't you ever wish that you could do more than say 'sorry, that really sucks'. But you can't. And the world hates you for it. Or gets pissy about it.

Wedgehead

I was talking to Stina yesterday about beliefs, and you know those kinds of conversations are always fun. It was kinda weird how Stina was a really Shirlney-y christian like a year or two ago, and now she's the one implying to me that there is no reason in the universe. "When His Highness sends a ship to Egypt, is he bothered about whether the mice in the ship are comfortable or not?" she quoted from Candide. I don't know. But that explanation provides the given that there must a 'His Highness'. And if there is a God, for lack of a better word, I dont think it would be too far beyond his power to make sure we weren't assholes. Why wouldn't he? What if we evolved beyond his power? Then he'd have to watch his back. So he better start now, right? With rewards and punishments. Yes. There are too many of us, when i say us, i mean, humans, all animals that will hopefully have the chance to evolve, all the other planets that may or may not harbor life. Somebody's gonna be threatened by the creator, and we will destroy him if he doesn't put us in our place now. So that's how i justify existence, everybody will get what's coming to them, simply because it's necessary for Him to do so. Watch out God, we'll nuke you.

Fuck Yellow

So what happens when we die? Assuming that it is neither heaven, nonexistance, or simply being trapped in a grave for all of eternity, I guess we must be dreaming. Wouldn't that be great. One long dream. Nobody has ever had a boring dream, so you'd be occupied for the rest of the universe. Normal dreams are too short. Sleep, dream, fly, WAKEUPALARMCLOCK! But dreaming forever; who knows where you will turn up? What if you lived a good life, and as a reward, you got to have good dreams. People of worse character would have nightmares for eternity! How grand. I want to dream about flying. Forever. Fuck running. I can fly now...