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| "How do yah stop 5 black guys from rapeing a white chick?"
"Throw'em a basketball"
Mike rented a bunch of movies today and although we only saw one, fortunately it was the only one I had yet to see yet.
Which leads me to the movie, Full Metal Jacket. Though unfortunate that Stanley Kubrick has passed on, it's great to see movies like this move on for generations to come. The drill Sergeant played by Lee Ermey has some of the best lines in a movie ever. Like the infamous, "There's only two kinds of people from Texas, steers and queers, and you don't look like much of a steer!!!" or the marching chants like "This is my rifle, this is my gun, this one's for fighting, this one's for fun" and "I don't know but I've been told, eskimo pussy is mighty cold". Way beyond disgustingly vulgar by today's standards (then again, it's a Kubrick film, so it's bound to be f***ed a bit.), the film just shows maybe not the intensity of combat training in the Marines, but the social abuse you will take from your superior officers if you happened to be the "...scum in a world of shit". As for the scenes over in Vietnam, honestly, I would've been content with just the training portion of the movie. It wasn't really raw or gritty like other Vietnam classics (Deer Hunter, Platoon to name a few) but still a classic. It did delve into a couple areas people generally don't know about or just prefer not to talk about. One, was US Soldiers obsession with Vietnamese prosititutes. That's pretty much common knowledge, and of course, the birth of the phrase "me wuv you wong time!" The other, is how much of a piece shit you truely are when you are training. If the movie correctly depicts real-life, then I'd hate to be black and be a marine. Bigotry/racism just runs rampant from the drill sergeant that would make a white supremicist say "wow, that's a bit over the line". But in the end, all it is is emotional abuse to get you working harder, training harder, and not becoming a pussy. And the climax, basically just reinforces the point, some people can take it, and some people go a-wol. You really have to see this movie. What you thought was gritty, f***ked, sick, w/e you call it, just doesn't hold a candle to it. Requiem for A Dream was #1 on the list as most fucked up along with being enjoyable but now it has been dethroned. So cheers Stanley Kubrick, you've impressed me.
There really isn't much new. I felt like shit today so Mike took me home early and I zonked out till bout 8:45-9:00.
Not really to excited about going to ITT now. It's a decent school but nothing really that great. Then again, not ecstatic about Glens Falls either, so who knows where the college life will take me.
I don't feel like typing anymore. Until next time, peace. | | |
| "You lose"
"Did I hurt you at all?"
"Aww, she cares about me."
I've been intendin to do this for awhile, but stuff always pops up right when I'm doing this, be it phone call, going out, or the computer crashing.
Which is where I'll start. This computer is on its last legs. It can play music no problem and display folders, but other than that, it really is hit or miss. How poor do you feel when your viewing a friend's Xanga who has music and all of a sudden the music skips, the mouse freezes, and the screen either flashes between a black screen and the web page or just flat out crashes. And don't even get me started on full windowed programs. I have to boot Enemy Territory, join a game, quit, and then I can boot 1 program no problem. Then after that, it's hit or miss again. I'd be more than willing to give this piece of shit the last shove it needs to die, but I hesistate cuz unlike everybody elses parents, mommy and daddy's checkbook doesn't overflow with $$$. Instead mommy and daddy's checks like to bounce, a lot. Tougas, Miner, Sulli, and MIke all got computers bought via the parents. Mine spent at max $500 at the time (and that's pushing it, I'd say $350 or less is much more accurate). I mean a computer should be able to display my porn...err.."movies" with no problem. Instead, it freezes and I'm forced to sodomize myself without any boobies...err...I mean I have to go watch another movie. (and btw I am joking in case you can't get my drift of sarcasm).
During vacation I spent the night at Mike's. It was a long night, we probably didn't go to sleep until 2 A.M. so i head to the guest bedroom and try and fall asleep but his dad is snoring so loudly and it's just bleeding through the walls like an overflowing tampon. So about 2 hours later, he opens the door, and wakes me up and says "whoops", and just stands there, for like 2-3 seconds. So finally I look up, and there he is w/o a shirt and defintely no undies, he MIGHT have been wearing a towel, but honestly, I just looked at his upper body, closed my eyes in disgust, and put my head down on the pillow. Right after he closes the door, and I'm just thinking "wtf?". I was so petrified by just the sight of his upper body I couldn't fall asleep for the whole day and not until late at night. It was quite possibly the creepiest thing that has ever happened to me.
We had a "party" and Sulli's over vacation. I quote party just because I think an all day Reading Rainbow marathon (with a couple episodes of Boobah's just for kicks) would've been more fun than that night at sulli's. Mike brought his projector, I brought my sound system, and we setup. First off, there wasn't a good sized wall for mike to project. The picture was a lot smaller than normal. So we play some Halo 2, waiting for Sulli to come back. Well an hour turned out to be more like 2 and a half. He was "jamming" with this band and it was going so well they just didn't want to stop. So by then, I'm out of the Halo 2 mood, and actually, just not in the mood to play videogames. So I was up for some bruha's as was mike. Sulli made these white russians, and to say the least, there wasn't much of a difference between that and straight up Vodka. So after that, I wasn't up for drinking. So basically, I wondered upstairs and played some Half-Life 2 on his brother's computer (which I was hoping was "clean", though the lotion bottle next to his bed almost made me want to play with my gloves on) as Mike and Sulli argued downstairs about Mario Tennis. Yes, Mario Tennis. I know gamers have their anger streaks, but wow, Mike was off the deep-end. And honestly, he doesn't take to well to losing, specially when there's noone else to blame (i.e. 1 on 1 matches). Tim knows I get intense with sports games and stuff, and I like to kid and blame him, but I get pretty pissed when it comes to Halo 2 Online just because, they keep track of how you play. And when someone is hindering you drastically, that pisses me off. If however, it's some sort of just offline thing, then i don't care. Which is why I was surprised Mike was going off about something so pointless. So bottom line, the party was about as much fun as wearing a swastika in harlem. My apologies to my friends who I had planned on inviting, but I could tell it would suck. Hopefully we can hang out some other time.
Went to the B-Ball game tonite, we lost by 1 point. Jimmer missed the last free throw with 1.4 to tie the game. Now for someone who didn't see the whole game, it's easy to say it was his fault, as the Post-Star will no doubt say tommorow. But the real culprit for the loss, bar none, Joe Romeo. After seeing tonite's game, you realize all of Joe is fat. No muscle. This kid, who was probably a little more than half his weight and mildly ripped, was just bitch smacking him all under the backboard. I don't even know if Joe got one rebound, maybe he did but even then, the ones he had were few and far between. If you compare their center vs. ours in rebounds, we got spanked. Its' a shame a true tall athlete in our school didn't play center for us. And to Jimmer (who I know doesn't even read this but hey might as well) you had a helluva game and a helluva year, the loss wasn't your fault, I know your a team guy so you won't point the fingers, so I'll do that for yah, it was Joe's fault. The game shouldn't have come down to that one point on the free throw line. Technically, if Joe had gotten some rebounds, you'd probably been up another 15, so don't blame yourself, you shouldn't be disappointed in yourself cause I'm pretty sure everyone at GF is proud or impressed with how you played. One more thing I noticed while I was watching, Joe never shot. Maybe on a rebound type throw up but never any jumpers. Kinda hard to win when the other team knows only 4 people will be shooting.
Hung out with Tougas on Saturday, which was good, finally got to see my old pal again.
One quick side note, how far has Hootie & The Blowfish fallen when he's doing a Burger King commercial? I liked that shitty group for a year. What a bunch of worthless pussies.
Wow see, this is what happens. I put it off too long, and I can't remember the rest. I honestly don't think I'll ever get around to typing the rest like I always say, so until next time, peace. | | |
| "huzzah, i'm on the mic, droppin solable science and I'm strollin through the hood with my e-mail client, HUZZAH!"
Well hope everyone likes the new design.
Anywho, this entry will just discuss today and end of yesterday cause there's enough in here to make a medium lengthed entry and all of it (or most) being of good quality.
So yesterday, I get dropped off from Mike's. I walk home and my mom's heading out. However, there is a situation at hand. My dad is sick like a muh and my sister's downstairs and had either A) eaten to many potato chips or B) caught what tim had. so in essence, I was the care taker. Went to check on katie who looked like utter shit and checked on my dad. he was asleep so i decided not to bother watching him. Upon going back downstairs, my sister asks for her barf bucket which is like no where in site. I ask why and well, I got no response cuz she was too busy feasting on what her stomach decided to throw back up. I'm scarmbling for the bowl and basically she barfed on me. Not the whole time she was barfin, cuz trust me she was barfin a lot, but at the beginning. So with about iono how many hours of sleep, I'm plopped in a situation where I need sleep and I'm taking care of both of them. My sister was askin for this and that. She had a tissue box right next to her she wanted me to grab. Now if she was in bed, that's understandable. But she was sitting on a couch watching TV. Obviously you can move a bit. So I finally gave up and went to bed. My sister in my absence barfed twice fortunately making the bowl both times.
So then, today, I had plans to hang out with my bud crystal. I got up around 9:00 which is odd especially when I have no reason to be up that early. Loathed around the house for a bit and took a shower, got my shit in gear, and played some Halo 2 with Mike. Just as I'm about to call Crystal, my Uncle Joe calls. Him and my dad proceeded to share their life stories 3 times each (forward and back) so the phone wasn't free for almost 2 hours.
Oh speaking of which, while they were talking my dad told Uncle Joe bout Tim's ticket which he didn't get. Let me explain. See the only feaseable (sp?) explanation I came up with (and my dad as well) is during freshman year Tim got his wallet stolen at a party. With all the ID on there, they maybe registered a car in his name. However, it requires more than just license to register a car. According to tim, unless they had a seamen sample, I doubt they could register it under my name. But yea so anywayz, this car, registered in his name, which he doesn't own, or ever seen or driven, is pulled over in Queens last christmas for a ticket. The ticket is written under Tim's name cuz someone had his ID. So thus, it's not Tim's ticket. So we have to wait and see what the deal is cuz now it's late and we know he wasn't there. plus, there's obvious ID fraud so we still gotta worry bout that.
But yea, so my dad gets done, I call crystal, and I was trying to give her directions to my place. Kind of like telling a blonde a blonde joke and expecting her to understand. Same idea, different situation. So once she got to my place, we drove past Cumby's around 3:00 (a little after). In case your head has been in your ass for all eternity, then by now (at least those living in the Warren County area) have heard about the shooting there. What I know is a woman was shot, and someone was with her. What bob told me was the husband shot the wife while the kid was in the car. That's pretty fucked up. But yea, we drove by, the police are just gettin the police tape out. And I'm like wtf is goin on? Crystal obviously thought nothing was going on, but the thing that caught my eye was this drape over a car. I'm like, I don't see anyone painting, so I know it's not their to prevent it getting stained. I was thinking they were doing that so noone would see blood (which they were doing), but then I just shrugged it off thinking it doesn't happen in Warren county. Well turns out it happened. Just amazing how we missed it by like 3 minutes.
And then yes, pool. To say the least, we both started off slow the first two games with me ultimately pulling ahead in the end going on two crazy tears (sp?). So alas, I'm talking ridiculous amounts of trash, tellin stories and getting to the gross part right before she shoots so she shanks (the "whatever comes from my body, can go back in my body" quote defintely made her real deal squeemish), and then game 3 starts. Wow, my collapse was equivalent to last year's ALCS (Yankees/Red Sox), I mean she was just on fire for the most part. She'd shoot the ball at the one she targeted, it wouldnt go in, then the cue ball would hit another ball which bounced off a side and roll smoothly into a corner pocket on the other end of the table. Absolute luck, I couldn't believe. Ultimately, we are still tied 4-4, and man I feel ashamed at how bad I sucked out. I mean she has practically terets with her arm and I lost?!? Actually, I was just doing to be nice, cuz yah know, I'm not the kind of gentleman to hurt a ladies self-esteem. Yea that's what it was. me being nice, they'll believe it...
I also was playing with fireworks courtesy of Bob. Some just wouldn't go off. They'd simmer down like a incense stick. Well this one started simmering down and my dad is yellin somethin but I couldn't hear him he was on the other porch. and then he yells again, still couldn't hear him. Finally you hear, you fuckin moron, THROW IT IT'S GONNA BLOW! I'm like no it won't, it's just gonna fizz out like the last one. Well sure enough, with about 4/5 of the fuse left, it ignites. I tried tossing it, but it blew in my hand leaving an ugly burn mark and a blister. No need to tell me, what-a-loser.
Well until I have the patience to type everything, peace. | | |
| "dude i practically have a phd in drunken video game playing/pyro-technics"
Well today was Valentines Day and I guess I'm suppose to be depressed cuz I don't have a girlfriend? No offense, I don't like partaking in a holiday where I celebrate just how pussywhipped I truely am. Plus the idea of flower and chocolate giving is just getting old. Personally, woman eat too much as it is, need to keep their asses in shape. If my girlfriend wants something sweet for valentine's day, I want her to have something healthy. So I'd compromise, she'll get a slim fast bar.
I got some Warheads from my mom. God, that brings back such great memories of my stomach feeling like it was burning a hole through my stomach. Anywayz, the majority of them were sour apple. And I remember for some reason I like sour apple so much. Now that I had one, I have no idea why. It literally tastes like vomit for 15 seconds then it proceeds to taste like candy. I must've found something rewarding in my youthful age where I stuck out the vomit taste in my mouth and got to taste the sweet, sweet goodness below the regurgitated (sp?) vomit layer. And once again, at the ripe old age of 17, I find myself doing it again to the point where, just like in the past, I can't taste the difference between candy and ass mildew. Yes, ass mildew.
Back to V-Day (wow that sounds so much like a day of war), we were gonna play some Xbox System Link Halo 2, and they told me to get my Xbox, but nothing about the crossover cable, so I totally forgot about it. So instead of playing each other, me and sulli just dueled, I , of course, won.
So once Mike kicked us out so he could shank Angie, sulli gave me a ride home. We followed Tony and Kenny home so we could pick up their DDR pad. I'm tellin yah, the thing is life size and ridiculous. It's just as big as the arcade and the exact same thing. Price? $300+ dollars! Talk about an obsession.
As were driving back home, this asshole plow driver isn't watching in front of him and hits his breaks to late. We saw him skid so sulli went on his and skidded into the other lane. There was just enough space where the driver in the other lane wouldn't fuckin rail us. So Sulli skids right past the plow truck like missing collision by millimeters. I normally make fun of Sulli for his bad hand/eye cooridination and his reaction time, but this, this was skill ladies and gentlemen.
So you saw me say asshole plow driver. You must be saying "why's he an asshole? because he was skidding?" Nope. Up until that point he was just a retard driver. What made him an asshole driver was the fact he honked at me and sulli. The fuckin nerve on this asshole. I rolled down my window and just cussed the mother fucker out, I was bout rdy to kill him (which btw I let him know I planned on doing.) Sulli was laughing and gave me props for cussing the fuckin twat out.
Last night, I stayed up and caught the encore of Blue Collar Comedy Tour: Rides Again. First off, wasn't as good as the first. There was quite a bit of reused material. Bill Engvall didn't use a lot of the "here's your sign" jokes, Foxworthy had a couple good moments, but honestly, I just don't find the man all that funny. However, Ron White and Larry the Cable Guy saved the day. I practically shit myself throughout the whole Larry the Cable Guy sketch. He is a talented individual. Many people don't know, but Larry used to do callins to the Wakin' Up w/ The Wolf show on PYX. He was hysterical back then and is still funny as hell now. You should catch it, it's still pretty funny, though not as amazing as the first.
Anywayz, it's like 12:20 I'm sitting there watching it. My dad comes in and he's like "why aren't you in bed yet? it's goin on 2:30?" I'm like "...no pretty sure it's goin on 12:30". He squints at the clock and it's just followed by "....." "fuck it i'm going back to bed". Though that's pretty funny, I was really tired and just found that way too amusing. I realized I had to go to bed.
Well that's all for now. My ass is, as usual, too lazy to type anything. So until next time, peace. | | |
| "sticky paypa..."
Well I had this started yesterday but Mike stopped by earlier than expect. Maybe now I can finish it off.
Yesterday played a money game in pickle ball and Halo2 against B-Mann. Lost the pick ball game ($5) but won the Halo 2 game ($10). Should always quit while your ahead B-Mann.
Sometime at Mike's house, honestly don't remember what day, this show came on. I had heard about it, it's these fat things that make fart whoopie cushion type noises and do all sorts of pointless shit. Their head looks like a baby doll cept the bottom half is submerged (so you can't see the mouth and most of its nose). Oh also, in this world with the fat blobs, apparently they have acid trips and colors just submerge the screen. And where can you find this? On PBS. Mike told me I had to watch it and to be honest I was just amazed at the complete lack of education value, disgusting noises, and how it caters to a pedaphile.
Also, there are human characters in this. Grandpapa, Puppy Dog Fido, Grandmama, Mrs. Lady, Mr. Man, Aunt somethin, and Uncle somethin. Well anywayz, after they named all these characters they freeze a shot of a beach (meaning it was the beach, just not moving) and the narrator goes "somebody's coming" "oh look, it's grandmama". Well a "lolli" appears and grandmama is pulling off the wrapper. Well grandmama ends up getting stuck in the paper. The screen pauses again with grandmama on the ground, with her legs up, and a birds eye view under her dress to see her saggy panties. The narrator then says "sticky paypa..." *5 seconds later* "someone's coming..." "oh look, it's grandpapa". So now grandpapa is moving around in the still image of grandmama, on the ground, with her legs up, in the "sticky paypa", panties visible, and proceeds to look at her then look back with all smiles and does 6 quick tongue licks, like Gene Simmons (if you don't know who he is, light yourself on fire with kerosene). How disgusting is that?!? Grandpapa isn't licking his chops cuz there's a "lovely lolli" on the beach, he's doing it cuz Grandamama is on the ground, legs up, in "sticky paypa". If I were blind, it would sound like Grandmama was on the ground, and Grandapapa was licking his chops as he put a condom on (a.k.a. the sticky paypa). I bout died laughing but at the same time was really grossed out at the fact of grandpapa going down to feast on grandmama's saggy lips.
I won't even get into the rest of the show, but honestly the show is insane, and shouldn't be on TV, much less PBS. Sheesh.
Tougas is coming home for a bit after some difficulties with Boston College. Doesn't look like he's going into the service though. But it's good to have'em home.
I've been cutting my study hall (last period) almost everyday. And the one time I show up, they write me up as being absent. I couldn't believe it! I almost died laughing. I guess I just shouldn't show up at all. Just goes to show yah the faculty does more drugs than the student body. And if they don't, then they are just a bunch of retards that escaped their wheel chairs. Either way, their pathetic.
Wow I was hoping to do the most recent stuff first and remember the later stuff last, but that seemed to fail as I can't remember anything. Maybe it's cuz my minds all fucked after waking up 17 times last night between Mikes dog and his dad *Cliff shouting* Sandy! Sandy! Sandy! Sandy! *Sandy* What? *Cliff* Where's my shirt? And they say we're loud. Gotta love hypocrisy.
I only spent the night last night cuz I had to watch Mike's dog this morning. I could've easily come over, but Mike was probably safe in assuming I wouldn't get up before the dog shit on itself. So Sulli before you say anything, yes Mike was sick, we didn't stay up late, so he wasn't bailing on yah.
We were suppose to be getting tanked tonite (first time in a long time for me), but with just two people (both male), that'd pretty much be worthless. So Sulli, thanks for bailing to go to the gay club (literally a gay club). Too bad Pat's not home.
Well with my amazing skill of forgetting anything and everything, I guess I'm done. Until next time, peace. | | |
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