Luttches Meine Titten, fools

Definately does not taste like Sprite. I thought it would, and maybe that it would be healthier for me, but no. Tastes exactly like semi-burnt roughage or something familiar to that.

Burnt roughage. Good word, roughage. Reminds me of lettuce for some reason.

Anyway, it's been far too long not to update on LiveJournal. I feel I've been neglecting it ever since I got assimilated into Myspace. Bad, bad Borg-Myspace. I didn't ask to be assimilated, it just happened. You know, Jean Luke Picard didn't ask to be that way either, but he managed it pretty well. That was a good show and I shall frequently visit the re-runs on channel 73.

I met a guy through Myspace who looks like Vin Diesel's twin, and I'm not kidding either. Only his name is Esteban... Diesel. Mwahaha. I can dream, can't I? One mighty European hunk, I do say. At least I hope he's European or his parent's are retarded. Funny stuff.

Did anyone used to watch Buffy the Vampre Slayer when it was on? Huh. I miss that show with a passion. I miss Anya, cause in that one episode 'Once More with Feeling' when they all broke out in song every 4 minutes, she sang about the curse being due to bunnies and not because of a spell or demons, hahaha. Oh Anya. Of course bunny rabbits are the root of all evil. For sho.

Anyhoo, I'm at work, and going to Dani's tonight for Aaron's get-together where I shall drink until I can't think... or blink. Or shhwiiink. 

I need some caffeine right about now. See you guys later tonight around 10 :)

Um.

So I played Counter Strike, yesterday. That was kinda fun, shooting all those guys and bombing things. Sucks when your teammates try to kill you and then laugh about it ;) pftsh. Losers.

By the way... I'm looking for a roommate for when I move out in August. You need to be clean and a guy, and that's all I ask of you, god damn it.

Send your resume' to my address, please.... or call and we'll make an appointment.

Yeah.

I just went to this site, and you type your name in a box to see who your celebrity match is. I just thought ya'll should know that mine's Patrick Stewart. Yes. Patrick Stewart.


"Jean-Luc Picard
Picard is the epitome of confidence, and confidence is sexy. He won TV Guide's Sexiest Man award. While he is balding ever more, he is the captain of the flagship Starship Enterprise. You don't think he would make a good match? He will boldly go where no man has gone before, if you get our drift."

Rather, him when he was good-looking, like in the 80's. :) Ha ha. Wheeeee!! Labyrinth! Weezer rocks! I want some caffeine, please. Maybe not coffee. Maybe just a Redbull, like the ones that Brittney Spears drinks when she was pregnant.

"Oh, ho. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Whoa. Singin' Oh ho, oh ho. oh hoooo whoa whoa wooa oh ooh." -- yeah, that's from Weezer.

Songs are my escape from reality, lately. They make me feel like there's so much more that I could be doing... or put me in a mood that brightens me up. God, where would we be without music? I'm not in love with it, more like, eh, infatuation with a cute person that looks like Billy Idol. I bought the Johnny Cash cd, and hell fucking no I did not buy it because of that stupid movie with Jo-Aie-Quin Phoenix and that hussie Reese Witherspoon(er). I got it because way-back I listened to Ring Of Fire with Matty and I instantly fell in l-o-v-e  love. My god, Cash was genius. Of course, there is other bands who think they can play his hits and think they're "hip"... not. You suck. Stop thinking you're cool, because you're not.

Did anyone see the Family Guy on Sunday night's line up? Brian was doing the PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME song!! It was great. I adored it for that 4 seconds that it was.

I'm playing cards and drinking tonight. Blugh. Bleeoop. See ya, world. Until next time....

So, it goes like this....

Corinne enters apartment, tired and hungry from school all day and then work promptly afterwards. She notices piles upon piles of dirty, grimey dishes that are NOT hers, because she doesn't like to shovel her way through crusty old beandip after 5 days. Although she isn't responsible for the mess, she cleans it up anyways, because she doesn't like the sight of a dirty kitchen. She also picks up her roommate's dishes and cigarette butts from the glasses on the livingroom table. Ew. Corinne decides that she needs to start her art homework, and plugs in a light in one of the MILLION outlets that are in the apartment, the one closest to her drawing spot.
Renay enters apartment looking drastically upset and aggrivated, but not snappy or bitchy. She then proceeds to tell Corinne about how her car is not dead on the side of 44th st and how her day completely sucks. "Sorry," Corinne says. "That sucks big monkey balls. But your car does have 200,000 miles on it, so it's kinda achin' for a breakdown, right?" Renay looks p.o.'d. "No, it only has 150,000 miles on it, and your car sucks. *blank stare from Corinne* "No, my car has 60,000 miles on it, Renay, and it's working pretty good," says... me.
Renay walks over to where my lamp is plugged in and hastily unplugs it and inserts her phone charger instead. "Uh, do you mind? My lamp was plugged in there." Corinne says. "WHAT THE FUCK. I HAD A FUCKING BAD DAY. MY CAR BROKE DOWN. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR STUPID LAMP RIGHT NOW. WHINE WHINE WHINE BITCH MOAN YOU SUCK YOU FUCKING WHORE I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!@&*(!@#&*!@#$&*!@$!@" ....shouts Renay.

Yes. I'm not exaggerating or anything, either. It was just like that.

There's more, of course, like how she decided to call everyone and have them sympathize with her, even Rick, but whatever. I don't care anymore. I'm still not over it until she appologizes, but whatever. That's life, living with a girl who constantly has PMS symptoms, far after her period date.

I'm late for my exam. Ciao

I can't take my mind off of you...

And I question everything.

 
Happy Noodle Boy strikes again. I'm sure a lot of you don't know who he is, or who he was created by... well, maybe you do. JTHM comics are some of my favorite reads as of the past few years on and off. I recently discovered them hiding in a box in my closet. Hm. Does anyone know where else you can buy them without driving all the way to the Grandville Mall?

 
A cover of the comic. Don't the people look absolutely pensive?

I also watched Original Sin (with Antonio Banderas and Angelina Jolie) yesterday. It was quite... interesting. I didn't expect it, I guess, but overall, it was good. *side note: I also rented Boogie Nights..... but please don't mock me. I enjoy taking a gander at the backdoor way of the porno industry. And there's coke/sex/drugs/moresex/partying/cocks/tits/cameras/rollerskates/disco involved in it, but yeah. Cool, huh?*

I've also noticed that Vavick's lj icon is rather... vulgar. You.... vile little monster, Joey. :)

In other news..... nothing of importance to acknowledge. Still find school depressing. Still skipping classes. Still hating myself for skipping/hating classes. I wish I could find a major, but lately, I just don't give a rat's pink ass. Anyone have any suggestions on college? Pros and cons? Pos and negs? I'd like to get an idea on this sort of thing, even though ultimately, it'll be my own decision..

Someone keyed my precious vehicle. And I am so pissed because I know it's from living in an apartment complex, where our lovely neighbors are all mexican, puerto rican, african american, italian, and polish.
I'm not racist, but I think I'm soon to become one if this "stuff" keeps on happening. Hey, I talk to the fellow people, we even let them come and party with us sometimes, but it's just not cool to do that. Not to MY car. Who would key-up MY car? My car didn't do anything to them. It's just a wonderful car, in all it's splendor and majesty. It's pine green color no longer shows its true hue, so it's been tainted by some ungodly, devil-worshipping person.
I mean, I may have wanted a new, more updated car before, but now... now...

..Now I must seek out revenge.

Fear me. Oh, yes. Fear me.

-- "Lance: Still got your Malibu? Vincent: Aw, man. You know what some fucker did the other day? Lance: What? Vincent: Fucking keyed it. Lance: Oh, man, that's fucked up. Vincent: Tell me about it. I had it in storage for three years, it was out for five days and some dickless piece of shit fucked with it. Lance: They should be fucking killed. No trial, no jury, straight to execution. Vincent: Boy, I wish I could've caught him doing it. I'd have given anything to catch that asshole doing it. It'd been worth him doing it just so I could've caught him doing it. Lance: What a fucker! Vincent: What's more chickenshit than fucking with a man's automobile? I mean, don't fuck with another man's vehicle. Lance: You don't do it. Vincent: It's just against the rules."

I wanted to do some good for humanity and donate blood at CC today.

Sadly, I was disqualified for having a temperature of 101 and a pulse rate that was nay high.

My karma comes back to bite me in the ass.

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
Call Alice
When she was just small.
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low.
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know.
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head"

Decided to try out something new...

It'll grow back...... sooner or later. ;)

"Leeloo Dallas mul-ti-pass. "
 "Yeah. "
"Mul-ti-pass".
"Yeah, multipass, she knows it's a multipass. Leeloo Dallas. This is my wife."
"Mul-ti-pass."
"We're newlyweds. Just met. You know how it is. We bumped into each other, sparks happen..."
"Mul-ti-pass."
"Yes, she knows it's a multipass. Anyway, we're in love."

"Chi-cken... Good. "

I'm just updating this one more time at school, on my break from drawing class, and I'm angry to say that I absolutely hate the rechid class. All we do is draw the fucking still life, and then flip the page over, on our shitty-ass newsprint paper (that I can't stand in the first place; why can't it be white paper?) and then do it again, only this time more effort. Or in my case, just draw it again and pray to the art god that the professor will decide for us to take notes or watch a really old 70's movie about linear structures.

My break is over. Someone please mail me an Uzi.

This is what I think of that stupid Bonzai Kitty hoax. *lol* I think he's aiming for someone special. Aw.

www.bonsaikittens.com

This site is seriously fucked up. I hope that the person who's responsible for this shit dies a slow, slow unmerciful death of kitty bites.

Homecoming Game @ 6:00. Ugh.

Life is so interesting. Hello Bacardi Silver...

And Alice is what they called me.. the whole... night... long. Yes. "Hi, I'm Alice, it's my fricken birthday!" Ha. I lovvaaa it! Sorry if the pic isn't up to par, but this computer is rechid and foul. And mostly better than most computers that I've worked on, but it has no photoshop or other useable program that I'm accustomed to. So... yes. I loved my outfit. It was off the hizzle, fo shizzle. I was wearing my stocking with a black garter belt for the full effect and I'm sure Alice wouldn't have approved of that. So maybe my character was Alice DOES Wonderland, no? ;)

Sean and me (with a red tongue from all the jello shots that were indeed, red)


Oh, yes. The infamous Renay, my lovely roommate, as a sexy angel for the party. She made it about 2 hours beforehand, so I'm proud of her. She was such a sport throughout the whole darn night. Granted, I was drunk at the time of this picture. How do I know? I was drunk when I started drinking liquid drinks, because the shots ran out. Ooh. What a wonderful girl! :) I love you, Peppy!

   I was sad about the whole "cops" thing, but since cops are dumb dumb dumbies, they thought it was my 21st birthday, and didn't give me or Renay an MIP. Can we say, "wonderful"? Oh, yeah. Wonderful. Wonderful. Wonderful. I love all my friends! And I'm going out again tonight to maybe watch some (dare I say?) Conan? Perhaps. Who knows. Or go somewhere fun and sparkly. Call me if ya feel like it.

Corinne

Welllllll I walked around the corner
And I walked around the block
And I walked right in to a doughnut shop
And I picked up a doughnut and I
Licked off the grease
and I handed the lady my five-cent piece.
Weeellllll she looked at the nickel
and she looked at me,
and she said 'This nickel isn't good for me,
there's a hole in the middle
and it goes right thru!' and I said,
'There's a hole in my doughnut, too,
thanks for the doughnut, good-bye!'

Happy days! :) Wheeeedllesss!