in compliance with ben’s whinin’ that no one blogs, i decided i would do so (even though, i know i have an audience of no greater than 2). so yeah, this week has suckked, i looked at what i might need on the final if i flunk 2 chemistry tests…that would spell doom. but yeah, school school school, i’ve been so consumed with it latley, and its so differnet these days though.

back in high school i just thought i tried when i would study for classes. really, i hardly remember picking up and reading any textbooks in high school. but now i’ll read a whole textbook in 3 months, and almost commit that shit to memory. in a manner of about a week though, so you reallly cram it in. i barley studyied in high school, because now in retrospect, i know i never studied this hard in high school. but yeah, school blows, i had to study more tonight, have to do more tomrrow…jesus it doesn’t end.

but yeah, i was thinking that i was getting so involved in school as a deversionary tactic. i mean, as far as i’m concerned teh momen that alyson broke up with me, i just said “whatever, fuck it” pretty much right off thae bat. but now i wonder if i really did feel that or maybe i’m just really good at fooling myself, cause i’m pretty sure its taken me about this long to completley get over it. so i was wondering if i had totlly dumped myself into school to avoid dealing with what i was feeling. i mean, i did calculus homework everynight of the week, and i would study for test 2 to 3 nights ahead instead of pulling one all-nighter. i get my shit done, i’ve been fairly sober latley. but yeah, maybe it was beneficial for me, cause at times i don’t always think that studying is somethign i don’t want to do. when i do somethign like math and chemistry (not necesarilly somethign i have ever been good at) and actually being able to comphrehend things now.

but yeah, we were watching top gun, and i findthat funny, cause we had a huge discussion about it the last tiem we watched it. we had a huge discussion about how, although top gun is probably the hugest guy movie int he world, some people think that there are huge gay references all through out he movie. of course this was brought up by a girl, and of course it was met by a bunch of guys who told her she was full of shit. but then you start watchign it closley, just cause you’re not ocmpletley sure. and you see them playing with their shirts off….high fivin’ …slapping each other’s butts…the way guys act int eh locker room, only wearing towels all th3e time…it just gets harder and harder to see it as the ultimate guy clssic movie, the one you would watch at least 5 rimes a week cause they would play it on TBS allllllll the time. and i mean if wild on E! wasn’t on, what else was wroth watching? at least our trustly old movie that guys will love for generations to come, and women will never understand. ahhhh nostalgia of movies…

hmmm train of thought intercepted by tuffos and pizza…and the possibility of . too distratced, might blog later…peace

dammit dammit dammit…i have stuff i want to blog about but i have no time. i have one midterm tomrrow and two on friday. BWAAAAAAAAA. fucked…well i’m gonna spend the rest of tonight studying chemistry, just like i’ve been studying allllll week. then tomrrow its calculus.

“until then take care of yourself, and each other”

– Jerry Springer

last night, i went up to canada to see carl cox and dj brian. so dj brian was pretty good i thought, but he wasn’t laying down anything that impressive.

but carl cox…..

oh man, this guy is the DJ to end all DJ’s. i really don’t think i’ve ever seen any DJ take hard tekno tracks (which is allright to me, but i don’t realy dig it) and make it an incredible musical experience. i mean, this guy had this rig up there where he was using two turntables, along with 2 cd mixers. at a couple points, i would sit and listen and watch this guy take 4 seperate tracks and mix them seemlessly together and sit there for like 2 minutes, adjusting them all and making sure they were in line. i mean, with 2 records, this is hard enough, but 4 seperate sources? damn…. it was awesome though, he basically is a god among men, i am now convinced.

oh and canadian clubs are great. there is basically a 10 to one ratio of hos to guys. so no matter where you are dancing, you are always surrounded by hos.

ok, yeah, i’m sick and this blows. i spent all morning coughing and getting really hot then really cold. ugh…i need more advil cold i think…then more sleep

well, here i sit at 2:30 in the morning, alone by myself of course, everyone else tired and shit from too much partying i suppose. but i am still a bit too far foregone to really go to sleep yet, i mean i worked at this all ngiht right? for this precise moment in time wher ei am slightly skewed from the norm. i spent money and tienm to get here, so wouldn’t it be very wasteful to go to sleep right now, wher ei couldn’t enjoy all the work i did? it would be like giving up on a slut after she’s already grabbing your cock with one hand while using the other to guide your hand to her box.i mean, shiiiiiittt. iag up in the 203, we just chill3ed tongiht, i really thought i was getting sick, but then i had some medicinal supplemtnts, and now i feel pretty good and whatnot. maybe it’ll really hit me tomrrow.

supposedly we’re having a party tomrrow….sigh….do we never learn our lesson. those of you who are unfamiliar witht he last party should know that our house got fined a ttoal of 550 and 4 years probation total between three of us. so i don’t really think that this will be a good idea at all. bu ti guess we’ll see. chris is masterminding everything, so he’ll be most likley to take the fall if anything does go wrong. but i guess we’re gonna try and be smarter about it this time….if that’s possible.

but yeah, mad chillin’ tonight, i did some landscaping today and got some bulbs in that i should have planted a long time ago….maybe they’ll still bloom. but it felt good to rip up some renunculus and trifolium repens, an dof course, our good ol’ friend creeping bent grass (hahaha, i still remember plants, ben…..how can i, those ones are engraved in my mind, scarred if you will)

but yizah, things be good, i be chillin’ 203 reprezent. (sorry)

so lets see……how can i describe GWAR as anything but….rad

i seriously got straight ownd by those guys last nigth it was so awesome… but yeah, we headed down to seattle around like six or something, and like half of the people who were going to go with us totally flaked out, including jakub, who was supposed to drive us. but chris was coming with so me, him and adam all piled into his 80’s toyota pickup. if that description doesn’t clue you in, then i’ll explain. an 80’s toyota truck is NOT designed to hold anything more than two people. even two people is a bit of a stretch. so not only are three of us crammed in there, but the thing is manual as well, so me, sitting in the middle had to constantly shy away from the stick shift, while adam was scrunched against the door. so we rode down to redmond first, cause i needed some stuff from my parents and anyways, i needed to see how my dad was doing. and he was in good spirits cause when he learned that goatwhore qwas gonna be opening up for gwar, he chimed in saying “oh man you mean goatwhore’s going to be there? i have all their LP’s!” but yeah, of course my parents gave us really good food and whatnot and when we took off, i grabbed a half gallon of OJ, cause we all had 40’s and planned on making brass monkies.

so we all crammed into chris’s car again and drove to seattle, and while heading towards the showbox, we ended up going around pioneer square, which was rad cause it was loaded with lotsw of fairly drunk people, looking to see boobs. and of course, ther was the entire seattle police department there. i think there was about one cop for every 6 square feet. which kinda put us in a spot cause we needed someplace to drink, none of us being 21 and all. so we went to this pike place indoor place which was real classy and everything. infact it reminded me of driving back from work with ben, cause it was the parking lot that everytime we drove by, there were always gomers on the top level looking out at whatever view of west seattle that was so great…. but yeah, me and adam pounded our 40’s but chris reaaaaally had to take a shit, so we took the bags off of our 40’s and told him to shit in that. so he took them over between his car, and this expedition we had parked next to, and within seconds he was back with us, and we asked if he had, and sure enough he did…..but not in the paper bag like we expected, i took a look over where he had been and sure enough, there was a pretty sizeable pile of shit there. so we laughed, and we realized we’d been there for awhile so we needed to head to the show. before that thoguh, chris had barley finsihed half of his 40 so adam and i decided to finish it…but it ended up beign mostly me. after one particularily long chug, i said very calmly “man, i took too much” and proceeded to have a very hefty projectile vomit. it was hilarious…and then we all pised in the place just to know that we’d left shit, piss, and vomit all over this parking lot. i made sure to piss on the viaduct, it was rad.

so yeah we walked to the showbox, and this thing was completley sold out, while we were walking there we saw this group of kids, and were yelling gwar at them. and they said that they couldn’t get in cause it was sold out. there was like 8 of them, and we told them we only had one ticket, but apparently this one guy who didn’t know any of them ran up to us screaming “YOU HAVE A TICKET?!?!” and he gave us some wadded up money for it, which incidentally ended up being 20 dollars. this guy was one of the happiest guys i had seen in awhile, it made me glad that we had given the ticket to someone so deserving, cause he pretty much threw the money at me and ran to the showbox screaming and jumping up and down, it was great.

so we get in and unfortunatly, we missed goatwhore, but we got in for god forbid, which was pretty rad, cause they were just pounding out the metal and they had this huge black guy screaming. so we spent some time in treh mosh pit, surrounded by all these metal heads. it was amazing how packed that place was. and pretty much all of them were hardcore metal heads. there was this one guy who was way gone, but he was trying to get the whole crowd pumped for gwar coming out, and got discouraged when no one was joining in. “i can’t do all the screaming for the crowd….” is what he kept saying when he realized he had failexd. it was funny cause along the insides of his biceps was “east coast” each word having its own inner bicep. that guy was hilarious.

so gwar comes on, and let me tell you, nothing could prepare me for the carnage. these guys had the greatest costumes, and they were just ripping it up. lets see…they brought out mike tyson, osama bin laden, george W. bush, and the pope and a t-rex. of course all of them they cut off their heads with a huge foam swoard they had, and they squirted the crowd with fake blood every 10 minutes or so. and of course, the fake pissing ont he crowd as well.and at the end they brought out this alien’s like looking gatling gun thing that just drenched anyone who hadn’t already been caoted with fake blood. and teh mosh pit was great, there weren’t that many crowd surfers, so you didn’t have to worry too much about some dumbass kid falling on the back of your head, and it was hot though. it was damn near like doing heavy aerobics with weights tied to you for an hour, in a sauna. but it was so great, i was totally nito it and just running around, trying to push my way tot he front. which was no easy task, and i only managed to do it once, just gotta tiem it so you’re on balance when others are not….

but yeah, the show ended and we were completly tired and still a bit drunk. when we made it back to the parking garage, we found out that the thing closes at 11:30 and the concert let out at 12:15 so our car was locked in the parking garage. it made us not very happy, cause we were so tired and wanted to go home. they had these instructions on where to go to get teh car out of the garage though, but we had to walk 6 blocks, mostly uphill to another parking garage to get a keycard that would let us in. we didn’t have any ID when we got there thoguh, so we had to leave adam behind while we went back and got the car. but yeah, we ended up paying like 30 bucks for the parking and the fine…so that wasn’t so cool, but it was still pretty funny…welll, fitting at least. adam told us that it was the coldest he had ever been, and he like fell asleep sittin gthere and the parking attendant guy actually kept talkign at him till he woke up, that was pretty amusing…

but yeah, so we all crammed back into his car and headed back up to bellingham, and along the way stopped at taco bell, cause we were starving. the grande combo looked really good, but we were a buck short, so adam ran out to these two guys and pleaded witht hem , tat we were going to canada or something, and we only needed a dollar. i’m really not sure how that one worked, but we got our dollar, and we had 3 tacos, 3 soft tacos, and 4 bean burritos, and man, they were all magical.

so we got back, and i showered and passed out around 3:30…man, i don’t think i’ve had that much fun in a long time. i definatly want to got o more metal shows 🙂

so yeah…definatly feeling restless tonight, guess blogger is as good a place as any to vent. i mean, you spend 3 days getting raginly drunk, and then you just kinda get reflectiver and what not afterwards. i mean, i really don’t want to go to school tomrrow. but man,….when do i ever want to

so yeah, this sweatshirt i have on has puke on it. from last ngith of course, and yet i still throw it on today. i mean, there are lots of other clean things in my room, why don’t i put on something clean? why do i keep asking rhetorical questions?

bah, i’m probably all antsy cause i didn’t do anything at all today, i mean at least yesterday i went on a bike ride, but today, i just sat around and did ntohing, a whole lot of TV though, that is the first time in a loooong time that i watched 3 hours straight of TV. it reminded me of the month or so we didn’t have tv, and how nice it was to not have it. after watching tv for that long, i realized that i really should have been doing something else for that three hours. maybe its the fact taht i’m watching all these shows on canadian channels. those commercials are really something else.

gwar is in two days and counting. my goodness, it is going to be hilarity. i’m really hoping to get drenched in a bucket of fake cum or blood or something and get trashed int he mosh pit. it’ll be great. i wonder if the showbox will get lit on fire, that would be pretty funny

sigh…mnaybe i’m kinda freaked out about this whole ordeal my dad’s been going through. i found out late last night that my dad had a near heart attack, and that if they hadn’t caught it early like they had, that it could have been a lot more destructive. i mean shit, what happened to the indestrcutable pillar that were my parents? so yeah, he’s fine now, and everything, and he’ll be out of the hospital tomrrow. but shit, talk about throwing me for a loop. i mean, what the hell would have happened if my dad had actually died or something. just like that? jesus, i don’t even want to think about it….

but yeah, i guess things aren’t really going great for me these days…not much i can do about it i suppose…

ugh…what a crappy week at school, i couldn’t wait for today and now that its actually here, i am much more extatic than i thought iw as goign to be. i mean, two days off of school! i can seep in and shit and drink at any hour and smoke whatever i got without thinking of studying. ahhhh, i’m glad i don’t have a job right now, cause i think that would really cut into my lazy time which i know ben appreciates so much 🙂

but yeah, this week has been thouroughly dissappointing since monday night what with just lots of studying and shit, and just mostly getting drunk and blazed weds and thurs night. not even that could dull the numbing pain of class. i stuck it to one of them today though by not going to it. that goddamn funny talkin’ crminal justice teacher. i showed him by not showing up. i bet he missed me out of the other 100 that were probably there.

right….

but yeah, i’m sitting here really debating if i should go on a run, and why do i even do it in the first place. latley, its been harder and harder to keep up my running, but i hodl on to it for some reason. i mean, sure it feels good when i get back, and it does keep my weight off, but before my tendancy towards those feelings were overridden by something, so that i felt really bad if i didn’t go running. but latley, i just haven’t given enough fo a damn to really want to go, but i do anyways. maybe i need to find somethign fun to do. or a hot chick to run with…then i wouldn’t mind it so much i suppose. well nto that i really do i guess, i just don’t like this weather where the ground is thoroughly soaked and wet, but the sky is bright and sunny. it just bugs the hell otu of me for ome reason. i want it to be wet and cloudy or sunny and dry, not mixes of inbetween.baaaah. i need to go running.

mayhaps the reason its so hard to get motivated is because i’m stoned and its qwarm in here. what was it chris said to me once?….oh yeah:

“Pot is good for every thing except what?

………….Motivation!”

-My Roomate Chris

so yeah, it’ll be a fun run if i go and i know it so i am now convinced.

peace