|Music:||incubus-Put All Your Love Into Alex's Pants|
Dude, so yeah. i, teh alex, am in Vegas. i arrived here thursday at aboot six p.m.
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last night, friday night, jeremy and i went out and played volleyball. it was cool. talk aboot a jail-bait fest. like a crapload of women showed up, most didnt play, but they showed up and did some very distracting things, like cheer and such. all in all, it was cool. CJ, the drummer to Endemic, yelled out OVEN while we were playing. it was really funny. on the yeam that jeremy and i were OWNING, is Brain, who is a Jew. CJ yelling out OVEN was so funny that EVERYONE was busting up laughing, Brian served the ball just as CJ yelled it, so no-one went for it because they were really busy laughing, so i, being the oddity that i am, kicked the ball, and would have scored had it not been an illegal move. it was funny. almost as good was when CJ yelled out ANTIQUE FARM EQUIPMENT to LBD (Little Black Dude), that one was good, but oven was beter.
in other news, the TV over at my moms house died. it died very dead. it is soooo dead that a naked midgit riding a pillar of flame couldnt get a rise out of it.....so what did we do you ask?
we got a really freaking big tv. put this in your pipe and smoke it:
Halo and every other Xbox game look PIMP on it.
I love cookies.
shit, i havent updated in a long time. wanna know why? because when you have an ear infection and the doc prescribes Codine, using a keyboard is a high order, daunting task. thus, no update.
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in other news, i am almost out of my first year in college, and i will be down i vegas in two weeks. HOLY CRAP! i feel old. not that a strapping young lad of 19 should feel old, but i look back on life and i see what i've done, the things that i've accomplished, and i realize that if i didnt do it with jeremy, anthony and the guys, then i did it in high school. then i am hit by the realization that not only am i not in high school, but im almost done with my first year in college, and that in a little less than another year, i'll be twenty, and no longer a teen.
i can see where one would want to grow up and get older, make money, get married, and settle down, but i dont know about that. i dont like the sound of it. i want to stay the way that i am. i don't want to go out into the world and try to carve my name into something (society) that is mostly dead and unresponsive. i just dont look foward to it.
what i do look foward to is my future job. i love architecture and that is my job, it is what i live for and what i love to do. the same applies to art. i want to do my job, i really do. but i dont want to deal with all that other society crap that comes with it. i just want to design, make money from it, and be happy. i dont want to deal with bitching people and their gripes. i want to design and build. i want to get dirty and use my hands. marrige wise, i actually look foward to that. i am quite tired of chasing women. i had more than enough of that shit in high school and in college this year. i want to find the woman for me and i want to stay with her and be happy with her in my faith....together. i want to hang out with my friends for all time as well. i know that we wont break apart, i seriously think that x number of years down the road we'll all still be foolin around and gamin and being crazy. so thats not a worry. but i want marrige, im tired of the game, and i know that's a weird thing for me of all people to say.I AM FUCKING TIRED OF THE GAME!
Age. i dont care at all about the magical age of 21. i dont fucking care. everyone cant wait until they are 21 so that they can drink and shit. dude, i barely drink, and even then it only one or two just to calm down a bit at a party. i could care less about age, all 21 means to me is that i am expected to grow up. will i? NO. i wont, i will not grow up. in a job i will take all responsibility that is required, but in life i will not grow up. people strive to be old, they seek out maturity and status. look at me, look at the people that i love and hong out with. we wont grow up in life. in life we will stay the way we are, we will keep our humorand our laughs, we will keep what we are. i refuse, totally to give up the person that i am for status and maturity, or anything for that manner, whether it be money or something. i refuse.
back onto the game, the chase man makes after woman. the chase that i am so dreadfully tired of. the game that, though i knew little going into it, i was quite good at. now, i have a theory. i believe that men and women play the game in order to define what it is that they are searching for in a partner. the more that a person dates and fails, the better of an idea that it is, that they garner from gathered information and failed attempts, of what it is that they are looking for in a lifemate. now, like i said, i believe that this is totally true. yet, i have found, through my faith, that it runs deeper and that the definition i have of why we play the game is different. every person has their "one." every 'one' creates a pair. two people that are meant solely for each other. i now believe that we play the game to create a sharp definition of what we are looking for in order to find that other, in order to find the 'one.' yet a problem of playing the game is that many people are able to be sidetracked and get into messed up realationships that are hurtful and that they cannot get out of. they are, if i may, casualties of the game, whereas those that are able to find their 'one' are winners. though in the main, everyone that plays the game is a winner, even if it takes until you are fifty to find the 'one.' the problem i know have with it is that i'm tired of it. so what does that mean? does that mean that i wont find my one? i have always been a little bit behind everyone else in the fact that for a great deal of my life is was emotionally dead inside, from about the beginning of middle school to the junior year in high school, so that made playing the game weird. i acted the way that i thought one should act in a relationship, not the way i thought i should feel (because i was unable to feel). i acted excited when i thought that was what the situation called for, i acted like i was mad crazy liking someone if that is what was called for. but now that i am able to feel the emotion. i am tired of the drain. i date a lot, between junior year when feelings started to come back, and now i have dated....14 women. some for a long while, others for short, lust interludes. but the thing is, with emotion attatched to a relationship, breaking up and in turn defining my "game definition" i hurt and i feel pain, and i feel the drain. and i am tired.
many people would say, well if you are tired of the game, then stop, you have that tricia. and i would reply. i dont have that tricia, i have never had that tricia. true i hang out with her a lot, i have kissed her upon occasion, and i dearly love every second that i am with her, no matter what it is that we are doing. but i have never had her, i have never dated her, and i dont know if i ever will. God knows that i want to, but i dont know what it is that she wants, i think that i'll ask her though. so no, i dont have her, and as such if i dropped out of the game that i hate so much i ask myself. could i have her? even if she isnt the one for me, if i stop will i ever find her?
i dont know, my head hurts and i still have to study for physics test tomorrow. i'm done for the night.
in the words of anthony, fill this out or die.
1:: Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
2:: Am I lovable?
3:: How long have you known me?
4:: When and how did we first meet?
5:: What was your first impression?
6:: Do you still think that way about me now?
7:: What do you think my weakness is?
8:: Do you think I'll get married?
9:: What makes me happy?
10:: What makes me sad?
11:: What reminds you of me?
12:: If you could give me anything what would it be?
13:: How well do you know me?
14:: When's the last time you saw me?
15:: Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
16:: Do you think I could kill someone?
17:: Describe me in three words.
18:: Do you think our friendship is getting stronger, weaker, or staying the same?
19:: Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
20:: If I died and you were asked to speak at my funeral, what would you say and why?
21:: Are you going to put this on your livejournal/xanga/asshole and see what I say about you?
|Subject:||eh, its been a long time.|
yes that is soo true, it has been a very long time since my last update. why? because i've been busy out the anus. just to give an idea of how busy i have been, if all of the anus' in the world started to jet blood, they would do so for x amount of days. where x is equal to the amount of busy that alex is. well, after x amount of days, alex has finished most of his work, the problem with that?
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a. i havent seen or talked to tricia in a looooong time, and really, i miss her.
b. more work is showing up
c. i'm all out of soda.
d. when you take a world full of bleeding anus' and let them flow freely for x amount of days, you get a lot of blood sloshing around the world. roughly 6.8 billion(x)=fluid measured in liter per person, perday. so, because alex was soo busy and every anus in the world bled a liter per day because of it, there are roughly 95200000000 liters (95.2 billion) of unaccounted for blood floating around in this world. ouch.
ugh, outside of that, i have an ear infection that has decided to not go away yet, but i still have like five days until the medicine runs out....so hopefully it should all be good. now i get to design a logo for endemic, design shirts for ivcf, a website for ivcf, and a bunch of other things that my fresh taste of codine is not letting me remember with any clarity. what else....my room is a mess and i need to clean it, i ate the last of the cake (which, as a side note, did better things for my ear infection clearing up than my medicine) and i've been randomly passing out during the day because of my codine doses, which normally is a good thing, especially for a person with my odd sleeping habits, but has actually been a pain in the ass because i still have a lot of crap to do. um....what else.....i stubbed my toe last night and took a fat chip out of the nail, and it hurts....i'm almost out of crunch berries, and i have nothing to drink....maybe i can um...borrow a bottle of water from down the hall.....like tricias room...which is technically down the hall, through the lobby and down another hall....yeah, i think that i'll do that. peace out.
This is from a book i just finished by Neal Stephenson called Cryptonomicon.
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one of the characters in the book is infatuated with a girl called Mary, and has a wet dream involving her. normally this shouldn't be a problem, but the character currently resides in a boarding house, and the lady that runs it is somewhat protective of Mary, and does the laundry. Waterhouse, the character, comes up with this.
the ECC controls the world. what is the ECC? the Ejaculation Control Conspiracy. Its headquarters is a convent in upstate new york. the high priestesses of this Conspiracy wear starched white robes and thier icon.....a penis caught in a mangle (a mangle is like a table, with steamrollers on it....) they realize that Hitler isnt getting any, so they constantly wonder if him getting laid would calm him down, or make him even crazier. they hate whores and prostitutes because they cannot track them, whereas the ECC uses the ladies that wash laundry to keep track of wet dreams and such. if you are a males and you refuse to give into the ECC, you can only be a gangster, a pimp, or a forty year enlisted sailor. if you give into the ECC you get a life. family, kids, career, kitchen, house, pot roast, etc. but what are the downsides to giving in to the ECC? limited sexual interferrence. one woman, your wife. and more than half the time, she's not in the mood.
that was basically a short summation, i didnt really want to type out all four pages that were written about the ECC. neal stephenson is a funny bastard. the way that he delivered it was like it was from a textbook. it rocked.
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This one time at alex kamp, i was walking down the beach and i ran into this one midgit chick that i had lost from my kamp. seriously, i ran into her, with my nuts. so anyways, i was doin that one midgit chick, and out of nowhere Pea, attached to a volleyball and beaned the midgit chick in the face. then Pea turns to me and is all like 'Bitch" so i'm all like 'Bitch.' so while i'm doing that midgit chick Pea and i are all staring at each other in hateful malice, and then suddenly a bear comes out of fucking nowhere and takes a mondo crap on Pea. not only does the bear crap on Pea, but then Jeremy comes down and he's all like, "holy fuck dude, you just took a shit on Pea man, thats not cool. you should maul Pea too." so the bear mauls Pea, and then Jeremy does the gansta Breakdancing hand and is all like 'shit bear, watch this." so jeremy turns to me and flat out slaps the midgit chick in the face with his cock, and so i'm all like 'dude, what the fuck? i was doin her, and you had to knock her out. what the fuck.' so jeremy and i are bickering and i'm still all up onz the midgit chick and then Matt comes out and and screams "PEA!!! world of warcraft." and then i'm all like, " TEAR? world of warcraft." so then like three of us and a bear are standing around an unconscious midgit and a bear shit covered Pea, and we all stared at each other for like three days, and then this was said:
bear: "fuck! they raped the world again."
...safe to say, i found the midgit chick again....
stay tuned for the continuation of the alex kamp saga.....tomorrow.
Real quick, because i have to get back to the game.
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I am about ready to conquer.
Look at it this way. If i get one more jewel of the demon seal, i will have everything maxed out....everything. i have the wooden sword maxed out. thats right, i have unlabored flawlessness. its cool, i own you.
Matt, i see that you have IM'd me, i wish that i could reply, but for some reason, trillian died on me, and i have yet to make it work again, but i can see your message.
|Subject:||Do you like meat, or does meat like you?|
Yeah, so it has been a long time since i updated, since before my spring break. Matt is, of course, on the level with this. so, a lot has happened, although nothing too bad, as far as i can tell.
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ALEX WAS IN VEGAS AND IT ROCKED!
So i got down to vegas last saturday and didnt do a lot, as far as i can remember, i just chilled with my dad. no wait, we went and saw the Passion of Jesus Christ....for me it was the third time. that was cool. after that what did i do? Yes, I went to Matt's house with jeremy. and boy was that fun. everyone was there and there was some ninja gaiden, and some love shared all around. I brought bryson my buck knife because i got a CRKT....but the best part was when we busted out with the double dash. it was jeremy and i versus matt and marcus the beltran. there was so much random sexy awesomeness in that room that jeremy and i stayed the night and didnt leave until jeremy got his female like sleeping habits bit into by matts parents, who needed him to move his car. silly jeremy, sleeping until one thirty in the afternoon.
Sunday. Gun show. gun show sucked, alex was pissed, so alex went to the mall and got a pimp ass nixon "the scout" watch....i rule. Later that night jeremy and i went and played volleyball in green valley. when we drove up, two people were porkin it like mad crazy in a car with the door open. alex laughed, jeremy laughed, much fun was had by all. the people playing in the court next to us were apparently highly religious, even more so than me i am very religious i just know how to have fun with everything, make jokes about everything, and i am comfortable in the knowledge that i wont be condemned for cussing...so yeah, the peoplenext to our court were apparently anal with their religion and took offense to me yelling 'FUCK' at the top of my lungs when i screwed up one of my serves. seriously, i yelled it loud. really loud, everyone laughed except for the anal dillholes who packed up their shit and left. silly kids, life is for fun, they can eat my ass.
Monday-thursday. I worked on the Stag a bit, for the most part, these days are a haze, i just hung around and ate a lot, it was cool and i had fun, i hung out with Russ, Dad, and quite randomly Jeremy. i say randomly because it was that, random, it'd be like...."dude, lets hang." and then we'd hang.
Friday- two words...Battlefield Vietnam.....for four and a half hours. we went to planet x and gamed. everyone made it except for joe, wade, and bryson. after a few hours everyone left. shortly after all the guys left, my brother left. then Px1 enforced curfew, so more people left. then jeremy and i started up Battlefield Vietnam.....i took first in all but two of the times we played. jeremy and i ruled in that game, what with him plying the choppers and me gunning and then getting over a check point and yelling "i'm gonna take the flag, keep this bitch close." then i would jump out and take the flag. Matt, next time, when we all play, you and me in the dual chain huey, jeremy at the helm, m-60 loadout, we'll be unstoppable. OH YEAH! so yeah, that night, i probably killed more vietnamese people than the americans did in the actual conflict......the ENTIRE conflict.
Saturday- sadly i had to leave this day. but before i left, jeremy and i went out to lunch with the awesome wonderfullness that are both Aubi and Kelly. aubi and kelly were and hour and a half late, but the love was still there, they came up behine me and aubi threw me into a real nice bear hug while i was sitting. kelly seemed shy. either way, we ate, and aubi and kelly got their artwork, and they loved it (so did my dad, my dad loved the piece that i did for kelly, that made me proud and i really love my dad). so yeah, i nearly missed my flight, i would have been five minutes before takeoff, but the plane itself was twenty minutes late, that helped.
later on saturday night i hung out with tricia some more. HOLY HELL THAT WOMAN IS FUN TO HANG OUT WITH! we hung out sunday night as well.
oh yeah, southwest lost my luggage, so i spent saturday night and almost all of sunday worrying about it. i got it back at 7.35p.m. on sunday night. grrr. at least i have clothes again.
sunday, did nothing, got bag back. chilled at tricia's
monday. school started, irealized once more that i dont like physics when you cant use calculus. got my test back and got a grade better than what i thought it would have been, and it wasnt too great. Played ninja gaiden for most of the day, then accidentally lost everything that i did that day due to a mistake i made while saving, i loaded an old game, and then saved it over the game that was farther ahead....i was pissed. but later got back to where i had been. i was still very pissed.
Tuesday- went to sociology, didnt go to math. i played ninja gaiden some more. i love that game. i ate a lot too. then i did some art/am still doing some art. and then matt got on and was updating so we felt that i should update too. so i did. i love you.
remember these words.
dont be a fool wrap your tool.
wrap it in foil before you check her oil.
holy fuck. i love chocolate.
"so, is Tarshish the dot thats way far away from the Jew bubble?"
and last but not least:
this one time at alex camp, i was doing this one midgit chick and she was all loving it. she was all like "ooh" and "ahh" and "ooh" and "ahh." and then matt came in the room and was all like "world of warcraft?" and i was all like "world of warcraft!" and then no-one was ever really able to figure out what happened to the midgit chick.....sad.
|Music:||Dave Matthews Band- Two Step|
Yeah so last night was....different.
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So recall that in my last post, i talked about how Tricia is one of the few people that i really Care for. well, it was an aggrevating night, because in my making her computer totally awesome, i came across a lot of small difficulties and annyances, with the computer, not Tricia. but like i hadn't slept for a few days and i was really starting to drag, my eyes felt like there were shards of glass in them, i had no energy, and i just felt bad. my knee was really hurting and it took a lot of strength to not limp. seriously dude, i was dragging like i had never dragged before.
now realize, while i'm sitting there hookin Tricia's compy up, i feel horrible and half dead, but at the behest of one of my friends, it was requested that i show my last blog post to Tricia. now, i dont know the exact reason why this was requested, but i did it out of humor, and i think that friend just wanted be to squirm and blush. and well, they didnt succeed. see, Tricia could pretty much teel that i was either embarrassed, nervous or whatever, but that i wasnt really comfortable in letting her read the post. so much of me was in that last post, and i have never given that much of myself to a woman in my long history. anyways, she basically said that if i'm not comfortable with it, then dont do it, and that she'd rather just have me say whatever it was to her as opposed to her reading it or me reading it to her. that kinda freaked me out, i knew that if were to say another word, she would get my entire story, she would hear everything that i am, she would know my biggest secret, and she would know me better than just about everyone. i knew that if i were to speak again, in my caring for her, i would essentially bear to her my soul. so i turned around and continued to fight with her computer....and crack litte jokes, and giggle to myself.
then, when i hit my limit for the night, between the computer and my own feeling of being the sludge on the bottom of the coffee pot, i talked again. yeah, she got all that i am, what i've done, what i suffer from, my hurts, my fears, my happinesses, my theories, my loves, my hates, my biggest secrets. i opened up to her, i told her everything aboot me, i gave her a view of my soul. she now knows something aboot me that jeremy and anthony may have barely noticed, if at all. though jeremy did note the change in me that was caused by becoming a christian, which is part of that secret. Tricia knows me totally. she knows everything, more aboot me than just aboot any other. and what better, she told me that it didnt weird her out, that she admired me for being able to open up and tell her the things aboot me than no-one else knows. but even with the fact that i was/am totally comfortable with her, i was more scared and afraid then than i have even been in my life. i was more afraid telling her my soul than i was in pledging my life and soul to Christ in front of at least 400 people. i was sitting in her room literally shaking. i was stuttering worse than i have in years, and was totally worried that her hearing my deepest most closely guarded secret would weird her out and force her away from me. really i mean you have to understand, i have never cared aboot a girl like this before. this is insane, in a good way, but insane. and what surprised me the most was that not only did she not freak out, but she understood and cared enough to respond and carry on in the conversation, giving examples from her own life that in some ways mirrored my own. it was completely surprising.
though, i do feel now that a huge burden has been lifted from my proverbial shoulders, i hope that in no way does Tricia feel any of that burden on her shoulders because she was willing to listen to me spill. i couldn't bear the thought of her suffering at my expense. (<-- i dont think i phrased that right) but i dont think that its right for me to put such an inhuman secret on her merely because she listened to my words. i mean, its something that i'm still in the process of coming to terms with, and i don't think that she should have to carry any of my weight. i know that she's willing to do whatever to help, but outside of having her as an ear or a shoulder, i cannot place any portion of such a burden on her. Based upon the nature of the burden that was lifted, i don't think that it would do her good. it could probably adversely effect her in such a way that she suffers as i once did, and partially still do...yeah, i'll end such cryptic thoughts and study for my physics test on friday. peace.
|Subject:||Subject? What subject?|
Yeah, so today was weird. I've been in a really weird mood for like, the past few days. now, i dont mean weird as in, getting ready to kill many innocent christina aguilera fans, i mean weird as in being the craziest and goofiest kid this side of the world. i don't know what's wrong with me, if there is anything wrong at all....
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yeah, so i had a lot of free time today, until i realized that i had a physics test on friday....yeah, THAT was news i didnt really want to hear. so i figured that i'd study for a bit, and then hang with Tricia when she's around, if she's not doing homework or somesuch. i really have no plans, i'm just waiting for spring break...which will be weird. i think in the last few weeks, i've seen Tricia almost everyday, give or take one or two, but a week straight? oddness. i mean, it will be really awesome to be down in Vegas with the family and the Friends, creating meyhem and anarchy; killing, maiming, slaughtering, eating, laughing, joking, and bringing the world that much closer to its end. but i wonder what it'll be like not SEEING Tricia for a week. Seriously. it'll be weird not seeing her and hanging out with her, and making a total moron out of myself doing SOMETHING. like the other night i went over to her room because she wanted me to make her laptop all sexy and alex like while she did her homework (i made sure that i wouldnt impede upon the school work, school is far more important than i am) and almost the entire time i worked on her computer, i giggled to myself. i think that might have weirded her out...and it couldnt have helped that i accidentally talked about my blog, and at her behest ended up reading my posts about her....out loud.....with her in the room...and her roomate....THAT scared me....i wanted to get up and run out of the room when she found out about the blog...and not because i said something bad aboot her, i would never do that....but because i had to READ THEM OUT LOUD TO HER. i would be reading it and then come across something like "Yeah, so Tricia, she's beautiful....and funny, and great to hang out with."
this is what Tricia would hear. "Yeah, so Tricia...i'm not going to read this part. is funny and great to hang out with."
i was freaking out man....SHUT THE HELL UP! my voice was getting all weak like. i didn't want to read out loud her her that she was beautiful because i didnt want to make her weird towards me. like, seriously, i didnt kiss her last night because i didnt know how she reacted to the blog....and then, after i got back to my room, i tried to kick myself in the nuts for being a moron and not kissing her. seriously...i got out my snow skate and tried to kickflip into my nuts....
yeah, so Matt is probably sitting there thinking, " dude, is teh alex losing his touch?"
my reply to Matt's question, "No sir, i merely care." you see, in high school, oh wonderful high school (note the excessive sarcasm )......i liked the girls i dated, but i didnt like them enough to really care what they thought....ever. when i was reading the posts aboot Tricia to Tricia, and in effect her roomate as well, i was trippin out because i cared about what they thought. not once in my life, through all my um, adventures, have i cared aboot what people thought aboot me, seriously....Matt and Anthony, you guys know how the group acts...even in public. See, I JUST DONT CARE. i will walk around smothered in pink paint, in my boxers, state my actual opinion no matter who is around, make any joke no matter how horrible, and do things that no-one else wants to see. but i did care aboot what Tricia thought. man, i'm still freakin out.
i mean really....think aboot it....alex actually CARES aboot something else besides his close friends, family, art, and God. there should be like, a friggin earthquake somewhere or something. what the crap.
anyways, on to physics i go.
Yeah so real quick like...
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i was playing some T.H. Underground and i was totally absorbed in it, seriously, someone could have dropped a bomb and i wouldnt have noticed. so anyways, i was playing and suddenly there is screaming and laughing and giggling and so much craziness in my room. Tricia went out and got her nose pierced, not like a bull ring but those ones on the nostril that are like small thingies, i hope you know what im talking about. anyways, besides scaring the hell out of me, it was really funny, i thought that people should know. Tricia scared me so bad that i almost shat myself......almost.
|Subject:||What's this? An update?!|
Yes, I am actually updating. i would have done it sooner, but nothing at all happened this weekend. well, i take that back, today, sunday, i went to a chruch to hear a guy named Phillip Johnson talk about God and evolution. now this in itself, taught me nothnig new, i pretty much knew everything that the guy was saying, i was just a bit amazed at him for a few reasons though. here they are..
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a. the guy doesnt know how to answer question, he just knows how to talk in circles until he either hits the subject, or the other person passes out.
b. he chooses to not addres carbon dating and radiometrics. now you might be thinking, so what? well, the thing is, in choosing to not address these topics, he puts a HUGE hole into his argument. it really annoyed the crapo out of me that the wouldnt address this, and here was his reason..."i choose not to address topics in which we will get deadlocked during a debate." now don't get me wrong, but this guy didn't know how to debate at all, I know how to debate better than he does, and i'm an art major. carbon dating and radiometrics are a vaiable topic in the debate between creation and evolution, and when it is not address, then you miss half the point.
c. this guy talked in circles the entire time. after you hear the same thing four time in a row, only with fifteen minutes between them, you get really bored....i drew PLAID DESIGNS on my paper. Plaid sucks.
d. the man claimed to be an intellectual, and while i credit him for pioneering the movement he's in, he doesnt seem to be particularly bright in person. he based his entire argument on definitions of words, which is good, but he barely addressed the importance of scientific fact, or the lack thereof in evolution.
yeah, the guys one good point:
There is no way, scientifically, that life could have started the way the darwinists say it did, and bacteria are less harmed by penicillin these days.......yeah.
|Subject:||Long time no update...|
Oh yeah, it really has been a long while since i last updated....lets see, what happened last? oh yeah, the building dream. okay, a lot has happened since then. I've gone to school, continued with an art class the i teach, had a discipleship meeting, played Morrowind and Tony Hawk: Underground...but, the best of the best is the time that i've been spending with Tricia lately. Lets see, the other night, monday night tuesday morning, i went across the lobby to Tricia's room and we watched reakfast at Tiffany's...and then Tricia fell alseep on me, and we slept together for the entire night, not sex mind you, but SLEEPING which is why its called SLEPT together, the root of which is sleep. Damn honry people. when two people are having sex, there is no sleeping. Heh Heh. Anyways, me being me, i didn't get a lot of sleep that night, i got all of twenty minutes or somesuch.....i dont sleep a lot, i have sleep problems for those that don't know, nonsomnia....though its getting better. anyways, that night rocked, i got to be Tricia's pillow for the entire night...i think that its really interesting to see the people you care for sleep when you yourself cannot....it brings a sense of peace to the mind that makes being up for the third or fourth night in a row much more tolerable. that may seem really odd to you, but i guess you have to suffer from what i do to understand. there is something awesome about seeing a person sleep in perfect peace, comfort and beauty, but that may also be my artist self that is searching for aestheticism in all things. yarr, safe to say, i'm also surprised that Tricia found me comfortable for that night. not just physically (for i am fairly thin) but on the emotional level as well, we've only really been with each other for about a week or so, but already she is comfortable enough with me to SLEEP with me, sleep does not equal sex kiddies. that in itself is new, no other girl i've ever been with has really done that, and really it is really nice. i think that i could not only get used to it, but i also think that i might actually sleep a lot better in such a way. hehe, wouldnt it be odd that a woman would be a cure to my nonsomnia in correlation to God, where some herbs and drugs have failed, or only had a minimal effect. yeah, so spending my time with Tricia has totally been the highlight of my week, and of course has been the best thing to post about. Yeah, if anything else happens, at all i'll post it and all, even if it *gasp* has nothing to do with Tricia. Like if i suddenly became omnipotent and started to rule the world, thus filling it with midgits and beautiful women and all my friends, while i design all structures and well....all things, and everyone lives together in humor and sarcasm.....you'd be the first to know....:)
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So i had an odd dream last night....odd in the first because i actually got sleep, and odd in the second in the fact that it really told me that architecture is what im here to do. I had a dream last night about a building, one of my own design that had Frank Lloyd Wright tendencies to it at some times. It wasn't really a building that stayed the same, but a building that changed as it existed. but luckily, there were characteristics about the building that remained the same and luckily were the characteristics about the building that made it what it was. the building was built mostly out of reb brick, but not the kind that has mortar, like a fireplace. no, this brink was smooth to a degree, though one could still see the dividing lines between pieces. and the red color was not the normal red brick color, it was more of a terra cotta color, but is best described as the earthy red that Frank Lloyd Wright used in many of his structures. the building was also made out of glass, glass that reflected a stunningly blue sky, and the glass gleamed in the light. the building also had windows in it, more then the glass portions of the structure, but they windows were more like slits in the red brick material. the slits/windows werent thin like the murder holes in castles, they were at least three feet wide and two stories tall.
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safe to say, i'll be drafting the image of the building that i saw in my dream, and i hope that i can give the justice to what i dreampt. there was more to it than what i described above, but i just wanted to give even the barest glimpse to you about what i saw. i cant wait until i draw it. woo. and in a few years, i MIGHT be able to use the design, depending upon the client and whether or not they approve of the design for their purposes....yeah. peace, i gotta read breakfast of champions.
|Music:||Stereomud- Back Up!|
Alright ladies and gents. you best checkity-check yourself before you wreckity wreck yourself. I had a really good night last night. starting at like ten o'clock last night, i started to hang out with Tricia. yeah, for those with bad memories, like me but not in this case, she is the one that randomly knocked on my door the other day, and i was stupid enough to answer every question with one word and make a general retard of myself....yeah, she's a lot of fun to hang with. i went over to her dorm room at aboot ten, and we started to watch Oceans Eleven, post frank sinatra. but there really wasnt a whole lot of movie watchin....we were talking and chatting and basically getting to know each other really well, and that rocks...aboot halfway through oceans eleven, i gave Tricia the craving for Del Taco, safe to say i busted it out with the breakfast burrito's, while she went for two steak tacos and a bean and cheese burrito. who paid? i did. you think i'm going to let a lady friend pay for something when im in the area? hell no. yeah, so i fed her and we went to the dorm again, to feed and "finish the movie" (thats in quotes because as i said, there was very little movie watchin, it was all aboot the talking). so yeah, we ate, and talked...and talked....and talked....for long after the movie was over. just before the movie ended though, her roomate came back, and went to bed and almost immediately started to lightly snore.so yeah, the movie ended, and Tricia and i were talking until really early in the morning on Saturday which is like, today.....yeah. so there was a lot of talking. more than i've done in a long while, and you know what? i liked it, shes a lot of fun to hang out with.
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as it turns out, we have a lot of things in common, from a lot of the music that we listen to, to a love of burritos, knowing the frank sinatra is the biggest pimp that the world has ever seen, to enjoying skating, being christian, coming from vegas, not enjoying prom too much, liking big dogs (golden retrievers, labs, etc.), to wanting to duct tape her roomate to the wall or ceiling....yeah. safe to say, Tricia is really cool, definately (i dont think i spelled that right, but oh well) she is someone that i like a lot, and is one of the coolest people in Reno. fair Reno.
whats even cooler about her.....she has a good sense of humor...and she is on the level with my sarcasm! few people can deal with my sarcasm.....and just aboot everyone that i know can deal with it is in the group of my greatest friends, matty, erin, my brother, and Tricia....that is cool. yeah, must play morrowind. peace out!
Woo! So last weekend rocked...up until sunday night that is.
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i got down to vegas on friday at about three in the afternoon. i chilled over at my dad's house, with my dad, and we ate/talked our way through about a box and a half of cookies. (chips ahoy cholcolate chip). and that rocked! i love my dad and i love cookies too, though i had not had one for a really long time up until that point. that night i went out to the outback steakhouse and had a nice fatty 12 oz. steak, medium well, garlic mashed potatoes and a ceaser salad. chased with four pints of coke and a bowl of icee cream sundae. my dad, pat, grandma lori, and grandpa george, were really cool. they made jokes and pestered each other and it was awesome. they were all happy and that rocks to see. -----> later that night, i went out with the guys, to planet x of course, and we whooped ass there for a few hours. it was good to see everyone there, getting along, having fun. after that i bowled. then went over to jeremy's house, watched informercials for the gazelle, some new stepper machine, and some weight pill....safe to say it was really late, and i crashed soon after.
SatUrDay! saturday was really good. jeremy and i ran around trying to get a fuse fixed that we had blown the night before listening to Crystal Method really loud...we fixed it late in the day, right before my birthday party started....thanks to my superior size and dexterity, i was able to jam myself under jeremy's dashboard to get to the fuse box. anyways, onward to the party....EVERYONE SHOWED UP! it fucking rocked! realize that it was the first party i've ever thrown that had more than four people at it....so the whole night i was worried about how everyone was doing, were they having fun, that kind of thing...and then i remembered, oh yeah, these are my best of friends, we'll have fun no matter what it is we're doing. so yeah, everyone was gamin, and then anthony, wade, matt, and raul went out into the other living room area and anthony did a little breakin, wade did a picture slide show of anthony without his shirt on......yeah.safe to say, it rocked. i had a lot of fun, and i really loved to see the whole group, minus the tweens, together again, and for the most part, getting along. that rocked, i loved it, and i cant wait until march 13th, when i get back down there for spring break. oh yeah.
sunday, man that day i just chilled, i didnt do a whoole lot of anything, i rolled out of bed at like three inthe afternoon, after going to bed at about seven thirty, and constantly fading in and out of sleep for the entire...uh, day. yeah. after i woke up i just scraped all my crap into one corner for the flight to reno, and played halo online with jeremy for a while. and then i found out that my plane got cancelled, and that i would be in vegas for another day...yeah, and on monday, when i got on the plane, it was late.....yeah i got on the plane twenty minutes late, not my fault, the planes, and then the plane sat there for thirty minutes longer, waiting for a guy in a wheelchair....so i got to reno at two thrity in the morning.....man, it was a good thing that i had my cd player....alex almost went AWOL and FUBARed AmWest's lovely flight attendents. with his pedro....yeah. i'm hungry, im leaving. PEACE!
Yeah! I start almost every blog entry with that word...yeah. muwahaha! so, good buddy Matt and i have been going back and forth about World of Warcraft and how much that game will totally own. we've already decided that we'll have a guild and that i'll do the designing of the colors and the glyph...which really makes a lot of sense because of the fact that i'm an art major....yeah. so i really really can't wait until this game comes out...people generally tend to agree that it should be for sale in the sixth month of this year...thats what June 2004? sweet! that means that i can get the game and look at it for a few months until i get my new computer and put this dying laptop on a shelf to be a bookend or something.
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either way i've figured out what i'll be doing. i will be an undead warrior. my reasons for this are sound and really good. here...i made a list.
a. I like to be a warrior, they get in the thick of things and smite everyone else like dogs.
b. I hate...yes, i used the word HATE....magik users. wizards, sorcerers, priests, and witches can all eat ass like ice cream and love every second of it. when they meet me in the game, i'll have my swords or axes shoved down their throat before they can open a spell book, or recall one from memory.
c. Warriors can dual wield....its listed as a skill under rogues...but warriors can do it too. if they end up not being able to....blizzard will be hearing from me.
d.almost everyone and their mother will be an elf or a dark elf in that game...so when they come across me in all of my undead dual wielding glory while they are playing their lute or whatever gay instrument that elves play, they'll know that its a bad idea to mess with me...or i'll really stick my boner in their ear...yarr-harr-harr how dry humor for you? love it.
e.dude...its a freaking undead WARRIOR!
f. you soo can't say that running across an undead dude with two massive swords, pimp armor, and an awesome guild glyph wouldnt make you piss you wussy elven mage boots.
g. I rock. get used to it! yeah!
yeah, so when my group and i get this sexy game...you pussy elveish whores that use magik and love the cock better watch out. we'll run over you and not even notice it....hell, its Matt and I, we're like the worlds biggest RPG whores...add to that that we have the Beltrans....you have no chances....bitches.
|Subject:||a few minor errors|
yeah, jesika's sister...her name is spelled Alyssa...you see, i type as well as i speak....
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and never mix mountain dew and balance bars....bad idea.
Yeah, so for reasons that i really dont want to go into right now, valentines day sucked. the only good thing about it was that i got to help make it a great day for Matty and Erin. it was really cool. Matty had all of erins friends dress up like secret agents i.e. all black, sunglasses etc. and they had to meet erin at certain places around the city. it rocked. the first stop was at the JTSU and Monica gave erin the heart and it led her up to the equivalent of a make out spot...erin actually got there before the next CIA agent, but Sara pulled it off....erin was waiting in her car, and Sara pulled up next to her, put on sunglesses, got out of her car, had erin roll down the window and gave fer the heart. after that erin had to go to a marble slab where she would meet the man of her dreams, except she met Sammy, dressed up as Matty...with skintight jeans....yeah, but either way erin had to go all the way back to her house....where matty and i were setting things up.
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we set a table up in the middle of a room....covered it with lit tealight candles, hershey kisses, and roses...put some "champagne" into a bucket of ice, and waited for erin to show up....it almost went perfectly except erin didnt call before she got there like she was supposed to...so i had to duck into alyssia's room (jesika's sister) and waited until the sounds of kissing diminished, and then i tried to sneak out...and i almost got out w/o being noticed...if only i had had my black pants on as opposed to jeans....the slow moving blue caught erins eye right before i made it out of the room damn betraying pants....it didnt matter that i was moving totally silently, my pants betrayed me...next time i wont wear any.....or at least just wear black ones. yeah, so either way, we got it to work out for matty. my valentines day sucked ass, but i made sure that matty's was great.
in other news....spencer got a broken nose that day, and i found out today that Matt (not matty) got a chance to work things out with our friend wade. that rocks. speaking of rocking.....you know what else rocks?! the fact that i'll be in Vegas next weekend! Oh!
So, let me tell you how great my day was today. I spent most of the day doing physics and hating every minute of it, but......
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Today i went to InterVarsity (the christian fellowship for college kids) and i gave my testimony about how i became a christian, and that scared me shitless. so why was my day so great you ask? thats two things that werent good, where do you get a great day from that?
Here we go, after i gave my testimony....i got a great ovation, i did a great job besides being scared out of my wits. but to top it off, after the final song of worship, and after intervarsity had finished....Erin screamed...for the record, Erin is the girlfriend of my cousin Matty. why did she scream you ask? well let me tell you, but i'll be a little vague....a. saturday is valentines day......b.erin complained all week about having to go down to vegas to see Matty for valentines day.........c. Erin's scream wasn't one of fear or bloodcurdling death, it was one of great joy.....so have you gotten the picture yet? no, sad.....MATTY CAME UP TO RENO FOR ERIN FOR VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!! a lot of people would say, dude, its just your cousin...so what? well mr. questions....Matty is perhaps one of the greatest people on Earth! he is just like my close friends, and is great fun to hang out with...he's so close that he should really be my brother. safe to say, i love him. to see him today, and for most of the rest of the weekend, is totally the greatest thing i've done in reno since he left. to see how happy he made erin and to see him again totally almost made me cry, seriously. matty totally did something that erin never expected him to do, and it makes me so happy. i really really hope that matty asks erin to marry him soon...those two go so well together...heh, if i said that to matty, he'd tense up....erin would say, man, go ahead and g talk to him...seriously, those two are perfect for each other....i wish them the best and i pray that they DO get married, and that Erin actually become part of that which is a great family. yeah, Matty. Erin. i love you.
I gots the USB cable! much coolness.....the printer....totally rockin the pants...er i mean, joint. yeah, totally rockin the joint. yeah, i'ma gonna shut the hell up and do some more physics, and then scan in a whole bunch of useless crap!
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