Up Tempo Tornado

Vote or Die?

2008-10-05T00:22:00.000-07:00

Where's P. Diddy this year? I guess he just doesn't care about voting anymore. Or maybe he found something better to do with his time. You tell the people, Diddycat.

My Girlfriend the Baller

2008-06-14T23:55:00.001-07:00

The odds are stacked so let's make pancakes.

2008-05-30T21:22:00.001-07:00

Everyone fights harder when the chips are down. I wouldn't exactly claim that to be the scenario right now, but it definitely feels like there's a lot riding on what happens in the next few months. The pressure to find a job that both pays well and more importantly is something that I actually want to get up for in the morning is immense. To make things worse, it seems that very few places even want to hire recent graduates. They're all looking for someone with more experience. So here's to fighting giants. Here's to fighting fair. Here's to putting itching powder in their underwear.

Being bored at home

2008-05-21T22:15:00.000-07:00

Elmo is a small Indian woman (she's only in it for the money)

2008-05-16T09:42:00.000-07:00

Music

2008-05-02T08:14:00.001-07:00

Here are a couple strange songs I've made.

Fear and Loathing

2008-05-02T00:55:00.000-07:00

Maybe it's because I'm sleep deprived or because life is about to get even more complicated, but everything is a blur right now. The timeline in my head is all messed up. Freshman year seems like last week and last week seems like it was so long ago that Owen Hart was still alive. Those were the good old days. In 8th grade I could watch wrestling and feel a swell of emotion as my favorite wrestler entered the ring while I ate popcorn on the couch. Back then Mondays meant War. Now every day is war, but not always the good kind. It's funny how we grow up and realize with every step that life only gets more complicated. The more we learn the dumber we are in some ways. We no longer follow our heart because logic and knowledge have taken its place. I long for the days of ignorance when stress meant my Lego creation got knocked over and I had to start all over. I would be mad, but only until I realized that the next thing I built was even better than the last. Basically what I am complaining about is being a 21 year-old geezer. Excuse me sonny but could you turn down that Miley Cyrus racket? I'm going to sleep.

Joke Dinner

2008-05-02T00:52:00.000-07:00

December got what he asked for.

I Spit Venom

2008-03-17T23:42:00.001-07:00

2008-03-17T17:13:00.001-07:00

Deep in the cave there’s a dwarf who glows

And up on the hill there’s a man who knows

He says come out and you’ll shine so bright

But the sun knows better, he’ll shine at night

Up above that are the gods that play

To them it’s no matter, night or day

So they urge and they nag ‘til the dwarf gives in

And as he steps out, the cave grows dim

Not exposed for a moment, he bursts into flames

The searing of flesh, the terrible pain

Now it’s no difference, whether he glows

He is dust floating by, he is elegant prose

The man and the sun and the gods in the sky

Now will think twice before they all pry

First Post

2008-03-16T20:42:00.000-07:00

This is my first time blogging and I must say, it isn't nearly as uncomfortable as everyone makes it out to be. I'm nervous about my first time, sure, but everybody is. As time goes by I'm sure I'll get better at it. I'll just tell you all a little bit about myself. This man is my idol. If there is ever a situation in your life that cannot be answered by asking yourself, "What would Busey do?" then your life is more complicated than mine and I want no part of it.That said, I'm more than willing to make friends, but not over the internet. I've seen Dateline's "To Catch A Predator" series and now fear that everyone else online is a naked, 35 year-old school bus driver. If you're one of these people I hope you enjoy my blog and the eternity you'll spend in hell inhaling the stench of all the farts that mysteriously don't smell on earth.