Man, I haven't written anything in such a long time it seems like. I guess it's probably because no one was reading it, but I still should have stuck with it. My family is all at the stadium to watch the fireworks. I'm really not a big fan of those evil things anymore. I got bleach in my left eye last Thursday at Beef's while cleaning out a sink. It's the second most painful thing I've ever been through. I'll let you guess what's number one.
So anyway, I'm pretty bored. Not really much on my mind. I just felt like getting July started already. It'd been long enough since my last entry. Take it easy you nuts. Don't pull a John and hurt yourself.
Yeah, anyway....me thinking in my head--"what a great way to start a passage. Keep up the good work, idiot." So it's been now over a year since I was shot in the eye with a bottle rocket. About a year one day and 7-10 hours I'd say. Not really sure what time I was shot in the eye but keeping an acurate time table of events wasn't really the main thing going through my head while everything was goin on.
But anyway, I still can't see well enough to be able to close my "good" eye (the left one) and not cause serious problems with whatever else I'm doing. I keep thinkin it'd be good to wake up one morning and be able to see completely miraculously, but I really don't think that's gonna happen. It's sad to say, but I have questioned God's existance in the past, but I must say, if I ever regain my sight, I'll be sold on that whole thing for sure. Even if I never do though, I'm pretty sure he does exist. Anyway...not a big talker on the whole "religion" thing.
So Saturday after I get out of work I'm heading to St. Pete beach for "Beach O' Brady 2004" I'd like to say I'll be taking lots of pictures to post on here, but I think that might get me into some sort of trouble in the future should "someone" ever check my site out and notice all of the "inappropriate" things going on. My hair is gettin to be pretty long now. Definately not the longest it's ever been, but sure as hell not as short as it was 2 weeks ago. I swear it seems like it doubled in length since June 20th or so.
Been workin out pretty steadily for over 2 months now. I can notice some difference in my appearance, but only if I don't have a shirt on, which tends to freak some people out because of my insanely white torso. Man, what the hell happened to me. I look back at some of my pictures from when I was a "little tike" and see that I had a pretty decent tan. It's probably because the pool we had in Jersey was so incredibly kickass that once the water temperature reached anywhere above 60 degrees we went in it every day for the entire damn day. Man that pool was freakin sweet. They don't make pools like that down in this hell hole known as Florida. It was like a Vinyl lining or some shit and was really slippery and stuff.
Plus it had a pretty complicated patern on it so it would never look dirty, even if it was dirtier than an elephant's ass crack....me thinking in my head again--"where the hell did that come from?" So yeah, It's proof that I can in fact get a tan and wasn't always this pale. There are pictures on my fridge damnit! You can see them!! in fact, I was the most tan out of all three of my parents' children. Not like today, when I'm by far the whitest. It really pisses me off man, I could go outside for just as long as my brother and I'd either get fried or stay white as a sheet and he'll get a great tan. That son of a bitch bastard!!! Wait, scratch that. But really here, he sucks. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! THAT'S RIGHT! YOU SUCK! HAHAHAHAHA!! Alright now I'm probably just hurting his feelings. So enough of that business. back to the regular jive talkin homeboy lingo.
This CD is all fucked up man. I only listen to my "regular" cds in Beef's so that's not a real suprise because the grease along with the improper handling and storage that goes in in that place mean bad news for CDs, but this particular one skips pretty bad on the first few songs. I need to get another copy of it, and by get, I mean steal!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
VIRUS CHECKER THING: Scan complete. No viruses were found.
JOHN: That's fantastic news, virus checker thing! Keep up the good work.
Anyway, I think it's about time I get going to doing something better than this, not that I don't like doing this, but lets face it, I'm really running out of things to type.
Ha, I fooled you, you bastard! Back to the whole subject about my kickass Jersey pool, it was freakin huge too. Pools in Florida are so much smaller than the one we had in Jersey, it's really nuts. It might have somethin to do with the fact that our yard in Jersey was alot bigger than the one here, but still, I've seen some pretty big yards with tiny ass pools that people think are "so great" or "super awesome" when in fact they "suck balls" compared to the beast of a pool sitting in the back yard at 398 Doermann Dr. Mickleton, NJ. I'm not too sure if I spelled the street name right on that one, but lets face it, when we movied I was 8 freakin years old. Alot can be forgotten over the span of 11 years.
It's pronounced that way though, so you get the picture. Well, actually, you don't because you've never seen the pool, but man, it sure was great. A pool like that would come in handy down here, but sadly, no one down here knows how to make a kickass pool. They make crazily shaped pieces of crap and call them "family swimming units" or some bullshit thing like that. Actually I just made all of that up. I've never heard someone call anything a family swimming unit. If I ever do though, I'll know they're a reader...
Quite an unusual song to be listening to at 2 in the morning when I can't sleep and I'm trying to write about shit that's gone on, I'd say. Work tonight wasn't that bad. I really haven't gotten pissed at a waittress recently. Having said that, I'm sure it will happen tomorrow night. Tonight wasn't that bad. I got out right at 11 I think. Not really sure but my clockout slip says what time anyway. I do know that I was home by 11:10, which probably means I got out either right at or a little before 11. Anyway, I closed with Kyle tonight so it was a quick job. Both of us know exactly what needs to get done and did it without so much as a question of what our next chore should be. It was like a well oiled cleaning machine in Beef o' Brady's tonight. Some nights the closing crew sucks ass and they leave all kinds of shit everywhere. Not tonight. The day shift will come in today at 9 and take a look around and just step back and say "damn that John and Kyle really are the only things keeping this place afloat." Yeah, the coke fountain by the bar completely collapsed in there yesterday. It was pretty damn funny. Today there's a big fucking gaping hole in the bar where it used to be.
That makes like at least 10 major things wrong with that place that have yet to be fixed. I'm thinkin about startin a pool for when jim will fix the drink fountain. Things like the A/C unit and the two broken freezers he can just ignore and say things like "it's really not that hot in here," or "those chicken fingers really aren't that defrosted," but when there's a sheet of plastic covering a gaping hole in the bar next to the beer tap, the focus of everyone's attention, people tend to notice just how shitty of an establishment he's running and think about taking their business to another crap hole. When somethin like that happens, Jim has a tendency to open his wallet and "fix" the problem. It's in quotes because when anything gets fixed it's always a half ass job.
Even when someone hangs a picture frame up in that place it's a shitty job. Do they take the time to put a tack in the wall and hang it with picture frame wire? HELL NO!!! They put a screw in each side of the frame and really bolt that son of a bitch down. All I have to say about the new fountain though, is it better not mean the A/C is going to get pushed back farther on his list because the temperature in the kitchen is probably about 105 degrees at peak hours. I can only guess though because someone "misplaced" the thermometer that used to be by the fryers so we can't tell what the temperature is anymore. My theory, it was Jim. He got rid of it so no one would really know how hot it is in there and would have no actual basis for an argument that it's unbearably hot. The beach trip is this weekend though, and since I'm bringing my brother along without consent of Jim, I won't mention anything about his incredible cheapness until after we're both there at least.
It should be a pretty fun weekend though. I think I might be able to pawn my Saturday night shift off on someone else and be able to get out there even earlier than I had originally planned. I just hope my brother can, in fact, go. He was supposed to get back to me today with an answer, but as with alot of times, plans don't work out. Plans, schemes, arangements, call them what you want, nothing even works out with me. EVER. Now I'm going to go eat some ice cream and sit on the couch watching a blank TV screen. Nothing good is ever on TV so why bother to turn it on?
It's been too long since my last post. I really have been pretty busy though. Except for last night, I have no excuse for last night. I didn't do shit. Friday the Samoan and I went and saw King Arthur. I thought the movie was pretty serious. I've heard some people think it sucked, but I liked it. Although, I'm pretty biassed. I think Keira Knightley is the hottest chick alive and Clive Owen is a serious pimp from all the BMW movies commercials.
But yeah, don't listen to what other people say. Just go see it. If you're disappointed then you're just a fag anyway. Damn, It's really hard to write stuff when people keep IMing me. Oh well, it's better than no one talkin to me. Anyway, Saturday I worked all day. Work sucked serious ass and by the time I was done with my first shift my nerves were about shot.
I pissed all the waittresses off too, but that was kinda fun. I really hadn't yelled at a waittress in a long time, so it was good to put her in her place, u know? Yeah. Just have to do that sometimes. After I got out of work I jetted home and took a fast ass shower. Then it was off to St. Pete for Beef O' Brady's Beach Extravaganza 2004. When I got there no one had their phones on them so I couldn't get in touch with anyone about parking and had to sit in my car for about 45 mins waitin for someone to see I had called 5 times and call me back.
Finally they called me back and told me to valet my car. Come to find out, about an hour after I left my car. They hadn't yet parked it. Not only was it sittin right in front of the building, but the window was open. When I asked the guy why it was open, he told me because he didn't want to lock the keys in it. So now I really got pissed. I started yelling at the guy and had to walk off to keep myself from hitting him. Later that night I did a whole lot of stuff a 19 year old shouldn't, but hey, it was a beach trip, sometimes you just have to let loose and kick it with a nice booze rocket. We went to Bennigans at one point and I had a bomb ass bacon cheese burger and drank 3 of the hugest beers I've ever seen. Jim, my boss, ordered my beer for me while I was takin a piss, so I never got IDed and they kept serving me.
That was really pretty cool of him, I'd never really hung out with him before, but he's a pretty cool guy once you're not thinkin of him as "your boss" and you think of him more as the "mack caddy." It's a funny story about the mack caddy thing, ask me about it if you want, but it just would seem stupid and crappy if I typed it. I think it's about time I got my stank ass in the shower and went to sleep or somethin. Later.
yeah, It's one of those rare moments when I have time during daylight hours to post something on my website. Usually I wake up with just enough time to go to the Y and make it to work about 5 minutes early. That's my way of milking the clock. Just show up 5 minutes early and get a head start on my shit. I really wish I could write my own schedule for that place. I'd be alot happier if I had a set schedule and didn't have to guess when I was working all the time. Next week I'm not scheduled for Monday. This is a problem. I like working Mondays, well not so much like as it is a non-hatred for working them. It's an easy shift and it's long hours. That makes for mucho dinero without having to put forth much effort. The dude who is scheduled for my normal time slot is lazy though so hopefully I'll be able to take it away from him. Yeah, he;s stupid enough to give up a nice shift like that one.
Man. I just made a pretzel and am suddenly not hungry enough to eat it. It's a real waste to just throw it out, but if i try and save it, it just won't be any good later. AHHH, there's my sister, maybe she'll want the rest. Well, I better get goin. Off to Mike's tonight for some more great Cougar Bear action. Later.
Well, I'm at my brother's tonight. It's been a fairly productive night as far as "COUGARBEAR!!!!!" is concerned. Even though that son of a bitch bastard cock and balls eating piece of shit beat me in darts by a shitty fucked up rule. "that's my chest rubbin up against your arm."
Mike is turning away cause he doesn't wanna hear the song. BUT OH FUCKING WELL, biotch! yeah!!! LOOGIES IN THE BOTTLE! roCK Oou WITH youR cock OUt
Well, I just got back from Mike's place. COllin, Mike, and I all had an extremely productive Cougarbear planning night. We're about half way done with the movie's overview. We probably have about an hour and a half worth of footage thought up, but alot of that are the 7 alternate endings we already have thought up. It looks as though we'll have the basic outline of the movie done in the next couple of weeks. If, by the time we go to Atlanta, We're not done with the outline yet, I'm sure we'll get a SHIT LOAD of work done on it then. Hopefully anyway.
I have a bad feeling though that the decision making process as far as the soundtrack goes will be much fought over. We'll get everything straightened out though. For now, I'm gonna go eat a chicken burger and watch some TV. LATER!!!!
I'm at Mike's right now. It's been a night of unmet expectations thus far. We were supposed to be planning on "Cougarbear" but, as usual, things didn't work out the way they should have. Not that I'm complaining. I've had a pretty damn good night. I've eten a shit load of pizza today and I think I'm now out of gas money. I could really use some water. there's a good thing there's a bottle sittin right here next to me. I better fill this mother up for the morning cause I'm pretty damn sure I'll be thirsty then. I have to piss pretty bad. I better do that before I bust a vein or somethin.
"Part of me gets pissed, part of me gets sore, part of me gets sick, part of me gets sore...Inside, I burn..."
Yeah, that's usually how it goes man. I better get to sleep before the wooly bastard monsters get me. Those fucking beasts are on the lose again. LATER!!!
I'm waitin for the Samoan to get here so we can go see The Bourne Supremacy. As usual, shit went wrong so i have about an hour to kill before we'll be leaving. Sunday night I went to Mike's and hung out with him for awhile. He was tired and feeling a little under the weather though, so we didn't really do much and he went to sleep kinda early. He's trying to gain up his strength and get well again for the upcoming venture north of the border to Atlanta. It's seriously hotter than hell in this room right now. Today at the Y some scrawny ass kid put 2 45 lb. plates on each side of the Smith machine to bench press it. I knew just looking at him he wouldn't be able to get it so i offered some assistance in the form of a spot. The little fuck just looked at me like I was nuts and kinda half laughed. "Fuck it," I thought. "Let the little bastard kill himself." Sure as shit, as soon as he tried to lift the weight it came crashing down on his chest. It was all I could do to keep from cracking up laughing at looking like a complete asshole. Man It felt good watching that wiener struggle with the enormous weight on his chest.
It's probably a good thing no one noticed me laughing though, becuase they lady at the Y probably would have given me shit for not helping him and instead sitting there laughing like a complete dickhead. That's a lesson learned for that kid. Leaving Friday for, as i mentioned above, Atlanta. It should be a great way to unwind and have some kickass fun before I have to start school back up next month.
Speaking of school, I found out that Hoeksema and I made it into the same appartment, but Moore didn't. Hopefully there's a way to change that and get him in with us because I'd much rather have him in with me than some other random hoser who might use all my stuff and fuck it all up or somethin. Then I'd have to kill his gay ass for that shit. Yeah, that isn't gonna happen. Running out of stuff to write here, catch you crazy cats later!!