Ah so.

It's funny how my dad tells me about all our economical woes, and then after making me feel like shit he tells me to not worry. Well dad, cool. I mean, seriously, what kind of a thing is that? I get telling me about the different stuff that's going badly but you don't want me to worry about it? Fuck it, I try and not worry anyways. Shit, the man told me to, right? Still though, it does eat me up a little bit sometimes.
Kind of worried about the group presentation thing tomorrow. We did meet up but for some reason, I feel as if I didn't really prepare that much. probably because you didn't smart ass. We are the first group to go though, so the professor should be lenient.
Also, I think I'm getting too worried about the whole songwriting thing. After all, it's not so fun when you try and force it. Makes it feel all fake and shit. I do have an idea for a new song, and by idea, I mean title. It's a good way to start though.
You know, cause a lot can come from just the title.

Rip Off.

I realized today how much I miss being around other people. It's very refreshing, and most of the people I know are pretty funny, which makes it even more appealing. The main thing about it though, is the fact that when I'm around friends, I put everything else that clutters my brain somewhere where they cannot bother me. I mean, being my myself all the time is pretty god damn depressing, and if it weren't for the various little things to keep me mildly sane, I think I would be a anti-depressant medication whore by now. However, this semester I got the opportunity to meet new people, so that when i come back for the fall semester, I won't be so utterly alone anymore.

I wrote a new song today but it sounds too much like blink-182. I mean, it's not necessarily a big deal, it's just that I would like to be original. I guess that originality comes with time, and I really haven't been serious about songwriting for the longest time anyways.
You know, cause I thought I sucked so much it wasn't even worth it.

Light bulb effect.

Pretty interesting day. I think I already mentioned the whole "church" thing earlier, you don't think, you know asshole, so I'm just going to skip to the later part of the day. As soon as I got settled back into my room, I started talking to some friends on msn. I had told this one person that I would be writing not only one, but two songs during the weekend. Well, the truth is that I did have some inspiration but was just too lazy to do anything with it. So I say down later this evening and tried forcing a song out, which didn't really work out. However, since I had a songwriting mindset, there was a shining moment of inspiration while I was out smoking. Inspiration through inhalation, hehe. It was just a simple riff for a chorus, and one for the verse. So after getting that figured out on the guitar, I proceeded jotting down a couple lyrics. I wrote the chorus and one verse for it but I'm going to leave the rest for tomorrow since it's getting pretty late.
You know, cause it's a schoolday tomorrow.

Amen

It's been one whole day since I last blogged I think. Shit, this whole blogging thing has become semi-important to me. Ever since I started this whole thing as a way to keep my mind off of things at night, I feel that I owe it to myself to continue doing this thing. Plus, I hope that if someone ever reads this, (60th post!) they'll be mildly entertained. On a weirder note, I went to Church today after four or five years, and not only that but I received communion! As that was occurring, I wondered if communion makes us cannibals, since it's the "body & blood of Christ". Anyone else ever wonder that, or is it just me? Nah, it can't be just me. Also, in Orthodox communion, right before when you are about to receive the communion, the priest asks for your name, and then he blesses you. So I thought that if I were a priest, I'd just mess up peoples names, just for the fun of it. "Your name?"
"James". "Bless you John, in the name of the father etc." See, I think things like this are hilarious. You know, cause they so are.

Hagen

Well, at my aunts house for the weekend, just like I mentioned earlier. Not much happened today, apart from eating wicked good pizza at Buddy's. Spent most of the night watching an NCAA game, so totally not our thing dude, tell me about it, while wishing I were at this party one of my friends from astronomy lab was throwing. My night is now all about Haagen Dazs and Constantine. Whoa. I think I'm going to finish off the night with a beer and a smoke.
You know, cause it's healthy.

Rolling.

So I skateboarded for the first time in six months or so. I mean, actually skateboarded, no pushing around and shit. I was sort of let down when I couldn't pop ollies that well but after a ten or so tries, I could do them pretty well. I even landed a kickflip, sort of. I had both feet on, but the moment I landed it I took my foot off. Probably from the surprise of actually doing it, hehe. I'm going to be off at my aunts house this weekend, since my uncles memorial is on Sunday. I'm thinking about doing some more songwriting while I'm there.
You know, cause the last one was pretty damn good.

A jumble of thoughts.

I just realized how badly my social skills have been altered by my seclusion in my dorm room for the past 3 months. Every conversation I try and strike, if I can get past my new found shyness, comes out weird and mildly retarded. Ugh. On a different note, the song that I wrote was liked by most of my friends, and this has spurred me on to write more material. Another thing that's on my mind is the fact that my philosophy project is due on Tuesday, but my partners take too long to respond to my e-mails. I just hope that it will get sorted out before the deadline. Been listening to Motion City Soundtrack all day today, don't know why though. Something completely irrelevant, I've had these two cinnamon rolls on my desk, just sitting there, tormenting me. Should I eat them? Has it been too long? Would my intestines give up on me for good (see alcohol poisoning) if I even touch them? Damn, so confusing. No matter though, I'll be off to my aunts house for the weekend, where there'll be fresh ones waiting for me.
You know, cause that's where I got them from last week.

These Four Walls.

Today is going pretty well actually. Went to class, got done with that, and proceeded with being in my room for a very long time, something that's been my way of life ever since I came to Wayne State. It's cool though, I don't mind it. Most of the times anyway. I also finished a song today! I had the lyrics written but I was lost in the musical part of it. I was just playing with my guitar today, and this pretty cool riff came to me. After that, it was all smooth sailing. I recorded my first song that follows the "verse/chorus/verse/chorus/bridge/chorus" style. I'm really proud of myself actually. Here's to more songs by yours truly!
You know, cause it's been one my dreams to become a songwriter.

Hurm.

So tonight was the first night I didn't speak to my girlfriend on the phone in three months. We usually have this thing where one of us will call to just talk a bit, and say goodnight. Lately thought, I've been grating her nerves on various shit, and it was mostly me who called. I figured this'll be a good way for her to chill off and whatnot. Plus, I get the feeling sometimes that I'm boring her with all my jabbering. Anyhow, hopefully she'll stop being annoyed by me and start calling me for a change. We'll see what happens. Other than that, I got one more day of class and I'm done for the week.
You know, cause I deliberately made it so that I don't have classes on Fridays.

An abundance of nothing.

I really want to be doing something right now, but I don't know what. It seems as if my life is full of god damn choices, yet I simply choose to do nothing. Something must be done however, and first and foremost, something should be done with me. Urgh, I dunno. Maybe it's because there's an abundance of things, this inevitably happens. Back in the day, all there was to was skateboard, go to school, and drink. And videogames. But that's it! I mean now it's videogames, blogging, twitterinf, studying, talking on msn, making friends, writing songs, exercising, listening to music, playing the guitar, mope. I mean, there's so MUCH! Not to mention that thinking has become a chore, and I wish that I could just shut my brain off, just for a little while. never! I refuse to be turned off like a mere appliance! I'll just keep on talking and talking, till I drive you cra. Yeah, see? No biggie. It'll turn back on though. I've taken a liking to being outside and smoking, but I fear that if I do that, I'll go back to smoking insane amounts of cigarettes every day.
You know, cause I've cut back. A lot.

Leisure

So I've got a couple of minutes to spare, so I figured I might as well blog about this brand new day. Well, the first thing I noticed after I woke up, and shook off that early morning retardedness, was that school work is slowly, but surely, piling up. That kind of gets me worried but I know that no matter what, I probably won't let things pile up too high. My prediction for today? Well, I predict a boring two hour class, followed by boredom so great I will actually go to my schoolwork for help.
You know, cause when you're bored, schoolwork will help.

My Muse.

So I was just thinking about random stuff while I was out smoking, and I suddenly realized how certain bands have influenced my songwriting. Before I get into that however, I want to talk about my songwriting in general. For some reason, whenever I'm doing something mundane, like going to the bathroom, I start thinking about lyrics and the music that accompanies them. For some reason, these lyrics and music are pretty damn good, if I may say so, and the moment I try and write an actual song on paper they just up and disappear, only to be followed by stuff that I don't really like. The stuff I put on paper almost never sounds like what I have in my mind, which I find to be rather infuriating. The stuff I have in mind (to start talking about influences and whatnot) bear similarities to bands such as blink-182 and Motion City Soundtrack, a couple of my most favorite bands, both lyrically and musically. I guess that's because I've been listening to them for a long time (blink-182 since I was in the 4th grade actually) and their songs have impacted me on various periods of my life. For example, the only reason I started playing the guitar was because of blink-182. That being said, whenever I try and use this influence on paper, it vanishes, only to be replaced by shitty, generic, lyrics. That pisses me off to a great extent. I just hope that one day, I'll be able to successfully write & perform what's in my head.

On another topic, I've started thinking about why I want to write songs. I don't remember how it started off but at one point, it was about becoming known, about being in a famous bands just like the ones I admire so. Lately, I've come to realize that things like that don't happen to the common fool, and it would also require a large number of sacrifices to be made on my part, something which I cannot do at this point in my life. Therefore, with this knowledge, I write songs just because I feel like it, and not because I have this day-dream of becoming this famous songwriter/performer. I guess this all comes down to what I really want to do, and since I'm not making the right sacrifices, this isn't it. However, you never know what the future has in store for us, so I'll just keep on doing my little thing while having my eyes and ears open to opportunities.
You know, cause you never know who, or what, might come a knockin' at your door.

Pondering.

Been thinking about changing my screen name and url, all in one big go. Something about poolwater and badreviews just doesn't really go well. Here's to brainstorming, cheers.

Day in.

I woke up this morning pretty peaceful-like, even before my alarm rang! This only happens once in a little while, so it's definitely the cause for celebration. And celebrate I did, by eating Frosted Blueberry Pop-Tarts and watching an episode of The Spectacular Spider-Man! It was pretty good. By the way, 50th post! congratulations. your fans must be very proud. I had two consecutive classes today from 10:40 to 2:40 but I finished my lab pretty early. It's actually pretty fun in that lab. Got past some of my anti-social-ness, and I actually have friends in there. Especially this one Tejas dude. Pretty funny motherfucker, if you ask me. Up next in my agenda would be playing some more Pokemon, and then head off to my other class which is at 4:30. Well, those fickle ickle monsters won't catch themselves so, I'll check back in later.
You know, cause who'd want to put themselves in captivity/slavery?

I choose you!

Not much going on right now, I just finished writing a song and realized that this new method that I've been trying out has been working out really well. I'm also thinking about writing a review for Pokemon Platinum once I've finished the main story. This, of course, means logging some serious hours on my DS which is pretty cool, since I haven't used it for a long time. This reminds me of the review I wrote for The Legend of Zelda: The Phantom Hourglass, which got published in a local magazine in Greece. Well, I think that's all she wrote for today.
You know, cause I'm calling it a night.

Teeny Tiny.

Stupid astronomy course, just when all my troubles consist of finding a way of being different from the masses, becoming someone that will be a couple leaps ahead, astronomy fucks it all up. Why, you ask? Because it keeps on reminding me how small and insignificant all of this is! It's like today, the professor was talking about how the Milky Way has a billion stars, and "of course!" so does the Andromeda galaxy, and so do the billions of other galaxies. Thank you, Mr. Pruneau. Reality is a god damned bitch, but she's pretty sobering too. Now, I don't waste my time worrying about becoming the smartest bunch in the nut, I waste it thinking about how lonely this "God" person must be. All of that universe, and nothing else except for us humans. If what the Christians say is true, that is. Shit, we must be really exciting to watch or something, if he were to stick around, being all omnipotent and whatnot, like a kid with a Chia Pet.
On a cooler note, I'm currently following the excitement that is Jonah Hill and Seth Rogen on twitter. I am a sad person indeed. I need to start writing some more songs by the way, been scratching away at my guitar, but not on my notebook. real witty dumbass, did it take all of your brain powers to think that up? yeah, figured as much. Actually, it did not. I did not have to think about that one, hehehe.
You know, cause I'm so funny.

Busy day.

I feel kind of bad, not blogging every 10-15 minutes. I guess twitter took over for that, right? Fucking twitter, it's becoming the new myspace. Just a giant rat race to be the person with the most followers. 'Tis gay if you ask me.
On a different note, I skateboarded today for the first time in six months, and it felt AMAZING! And, sort of weird. Ever get that wobbly feeling in your legs after some serious sex? Well, that's what I got after pushing around for half an hour.
I got Pokemon Platinum, hehehhe. way to go 5 year old. Shut up you, your love for that game is unrivaled. whatever. Anyways, I got Platinum, and I plan on playing it for a good while. I can't wait. Actually, I can. I've been playing it for like 20 minutes, and I'm already pissed at all the grinding. Stupid levelling, kills me every time I play this game.
You know, cause it's boring.

Milk & O.J.

Not that much to be said right now since I just woke up. Had some pretty weird dreams but as of late, I forget them as soon as I swing my legs out of bed. I really dislike that since my dreams are always pretty weird, and therefore, worth remembering. First day of school today after a week, and I'm actually excited for some reason. Oh man, I need to get some shopping done. I hate not having milk and orange juice in the fridge. Not to mention a couple of bottles of water. Well, I think I should go and splash some water on my face and start off my day.
You know, cause otherwise I'd feel like a lazy fuck.

Thank you!

That's all I ever hear from the people at the front desk of my university, when I show them my i.d. card. Thank you! Like they've never seen me before and need that extra speedy flash of the plastic card with my goofy face on it, to really know that it's me. Ah well, it's just a pain to get out of my wallet. Uhh, it's been a day since Spring Break was over, and I already feel swamped. I think I'm going to do a wee bit o' studying tonight, just to make me feel at ease.
You know, cause I hate the feeling of having things to do.

Wow

Where to begin? My spring break got off to an amazing start when I laid eyes on my girlfriend sitting in her car, with her head on the steering wheel. When we got to her house, I became the biggest asshole known to man. If anyone recalls my previous blogs, no one reads this shithead, my mind started coming up with these weird and stupid things that concerned my relationship with her. The good news is that that week I was able to get all of those moronic things off my chest, and be myself again. I love her so much, and she didn't deserve that sort of bullshittery from yours truly.
Oh, I saw most of my friends from upstate, and also got the chance to a) see a couple of terrible movies with them, and b) party. The movies were "Fright Night", an amazing B movie, and "Gargoyles", the movie which apparently used slow motion as a fear factor for the first time in movie history. SO MANY SLOW MO SCENES! The party was a blast. It was good friends, bad beer, and everclear. Yeah, everclear. If that doesn't say anything, let me just say that it was my first time enjoying everclear. Well, enjoying is a bit of an overstatement, since it is just like drinking rubbing alcohol. I don't remember much from that night, the 8 beers and a double shot of straight everclear helped with that, and it was all good fun. The next day however, was not. Apparently, I had succumed to a minor bout of alcohol poisoning, making me vomit whatever touched my stomach, and then some. I spent the entire day feeling like shit left to dry in the sun, too sick to even watch movies or read a book. When night came, I felt relieved! I was giddy since I thought that I could sleep, and put my woes behind me. Little did I know, that was not going to be the issue. The majority of that particular night went something like this: lie down on bed and try to sleep. stay awake because somach is upset. wait untill the last possible moment to get up and go to bathroom. go to bathroom and wait to throw up. throw up. wash teeth. drink water for fear of dehydration. repeat untill 6 a.m.
Yeah, shitty right? Fuck it, it was spring break.
The next few days leading to my departure were pretty good. I had gotten over my petty little problems, came to terms with a couple of things, and just had fun with my girlfriend and her family. God I love her.
Anyway, the dreaded hour had come upon us, and we drove down to my place of residence in Detroit. It was really fun, we talked, listened to music, and we were just us. I loved it. We stopped for some food at Applebees in Saginaw, which resulted in stomach pains for the both of us. Tasty. After the horrible goodbye, I hate having to say goodbye to her, I proceeded to enter my dorms. I quickly find out that the dorms were closed untill tomorrow. SHIT! Thank god my girlfriend was still near enough to swing back and pick me up, in order to drop me off at my aunts house. It was sort of nice because I got to be with her again for a little longer. Then, as we arrived at my aunts house, I realised that I wouldn't get to see her for a good long month. So, we said our final goodbyes, kissed lightly and tenderly, and I waved her off. God I love her.
You know, cause I totally do.

Celebrating something I shouldn't.

St. Patricks days, and my plans? Getting drunk with friends, and my girlfriend, which I haven't seen in a long time. Should be fun.
You know, cause getting drunk with good friends is always fun.

Spring Break

Ok so, I'm in Petoskey, and have been for the past four days. The first couple of days were pretty rocky, since there was this tension between my girlfriend and I. Well, all of that is gone now because we had a pretty interesting conversation, filled with sarcasm, wit, cynisism, and sincerety. I found that being sincere is the best way, even if certain things might be hurtful when said. Ah well, the point is that everything's ok now, and it will be for a nice long time. Now, I know I was bitching about not being able to have sex with her but I've come to terms with it. As long as I'm with her, it's all good. I'm not using my computer right now so therefore I must wrap up this little bouquet of words and bid you adieu, faithfull reader, untill next time. Which, should be soon.
You know, cause I'll be back home in a few days.

Thanks.

You know, in a couple of hours time, I'll be driving up north with my girlfriend, the one I've told that I love so much and that would probably marry. When the time is right, of course. Lately however, I can't stop thinking negative thoughts about us, and where we're going. It must be the distance thing because I cannot think of anything else that can be the cause of this. I still love her, can't possibly imagine being with another girl but I can't possibly see myself living with her for the rest of my life. Hopefully, this no internet, no t.v, no xbox, (and no sex, for the love of GOD!) week will help put things in perspective. If you ask me right now, I'd say that this is going to be a really fucked up spring break. Ask me when I get back though, and you might get a different answer.
You know, cause things might change.

Inhale, exhale.

Getting ready to go to sleep soon but not before my ritualistic "before I go to bed" cigarette. For some reason, it's mandatory that I have a nice smoke before I go to sleep, or else. or else what? Or else I get no sleep, and my mind runs rampant like a child in a jungle of, uhhhhh, diapers. good one man, reeeeeal creative. Shut up. Anyhow, I'm off for spring break tomorrow, and I don't know when I'll be re-posting, like anyone cares. I'll probably post once or twice tomorrow when I wake up and/or before I leave.
You know, cause blogging's cool.

By the way.

I made a twitter account! Isn't that odd, how the internet turns us into narcissists? With our blogs and twitter, all we do is talk about ourselves.
You know, cause it's true!

Oops.

So as I was walking back from the cafeteria where I enjoyed a nice seafood pasta, I encountered this kid from two days ago. This requires a little bit of backtracking. Two days ago, as I was eating lunch, I sat down to chairs away from this red headed dude. It was just me and him in this table that could seat like ten people. Anyway, this was the kid I encountered earlier. The strange thing is that I felt the inclination to nod and say "what's up?" to him. I must really want some human interaction if I felt that, simply by eating near this person two days ago at lunch, I should ask him what's up.
You know, cause I don't really interact with people all that much nowadays.

Seriously?

Ok, so I'm pretty sure you've all heard about dress codes in school. Yeah, those ridiculous rules from the 50's. Well, surprise surprise, those daft things still exist! Children get scrutinized for wearing clothing that might be considered "offensive", or "not fitting their age". Not to mention that girls skirts have to be longer than arms length. Why? Can someone please answer this question? But please, before you do, listen to this! The kids that dress "peculiarly", (you know, the goths, the punks etc.) don't get told off because the staff fears it might trigger another Columbine. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! How messed up is this place? You can be an asshole to the kids that like wearing alcohol related shirts and ones with witty quips, yet you won't be an asshole to the goth kids because you think that they're criminally insane?! Jesus Christ and his gay-ass brother! Why?! Why even bother with what the kids wear? You talk about individuality, and how it's wonderful to be yourself but at the same time, you forcefully strip them from their, according to you, "god" given right of freedom of expression.
Kids! Listen to me, the next time they tell you to not wear hats or jackets, EVERYONE go to school with hats and jackets. They tell you to not wear flip flops or be barefoot? Do the exact fucking opposite! What do you think they're going to do? Expel all of you? Maybe once, but no more than twice. I mean, they can't deny you your education because of what you wear, right? Just wear whatever you want, and don't give a god damn kid, don't give a flying fuck. Shit, we all should just take a leaf out of V's book and do just that with out government. But that will never happen, everyone's too afraid. Too afraid, and so used to the status quo, that the mere thought of disturbing it gives everyone the chills. Just make sure that you learn something throughout all of this kid.
You know, cause without knowledge, we're fucked.

Please, PLEASE!

For the love of all that is sugary and sweet, I can't stop eating Fruit Roll-Ups! SOMEONE PLEASE, HELP ME! I don't know why the need to feed increases a thousandfold with this sugary, tasty concoction. Oh the sweet, sweet taste of fake fruit, the feeling of edible plastic in my mouth. Oh my, I'm day-dream-eating. Must. Stop. Eating! Om nom nom nom...
You know, cause that's the sound people make when they're stuffing their faces with food.

Mirror mirror.

Horrible, horrible dream. I guess I asked for it though, showed me who's boss after all, hah. By the way, no Halo yesterday. Result? I fell asleep like that. Woke up like 5 minutes ago, literally. I went and took a piss and looked in the mirror, only to see how long my hair has gotten. It's so weird isn't it? Looking at the subtle, yet prominent, changes in your appearance as the days, weeks, months go by?
You know, cause it's stunning.

Right.

Don't know what to write about now...it's bed time for me. Got one last exam tomorrow, and it's spring break for me. One whole week of nothing. Well, I still have to do some studying but no that much. Been kind of a weird day today, kept thinking about all the things I've tried to do but failed at. Sometimes I think I'm worrying too much about becoming someone different from everyone else. Then I realize that I'm still 19 and got a lot of time in front of me to make something of myself. Or is that a the wrong state of mind? Should I always chase the opportunity? Should I always get pissed at my failures, only to try something different, and fail again? Sometimes, I just don't know.
You know, cause life's so fucking confusing.

Oddly peculiar...

This is extremely odd, my right fingernails grow faster than my left. Hardly blog worthy, yet who's to say?

The Diaries of Spartan - HO3

...Busy day yesterday. After the end of the human-covenant war, we Spartans don't have all that much to do, so what do you think happens when you put a bunch of us in a room? The answer is, we just start fighting. I guess you can call it "our nature" but I think it's deeper than that. I mean, if it were just our nature, would we really need live ammo? I think not. I found a really nice trick though, every time my shields go down, I fall to the ground and pretend to be dead. After five or so seconds, I get back up, and I feel like a new man! Oh, forgot to mention about this new game we play! It's called Spartan tag, and the basic idea is that "If you get shot, you must stop moving. Period." It's really fun but it's still catching on. Not that many people play and, and when we do, our opponents think we're just dumb.
Until next time, Spartan - H03, signing out.

Nope, nope nope, no.

I keep hearing great things about this grand country we live in. Land of the free, the American dream, people going from 0 to hero. Can someone say: BULLSHIT!?
First off, what freedom? Everything remotely fun is banned or illegal. No loitering? What the FUCK?! It's like, if someone gets hurt from something, they make a gigantic fuss about it, untill it becomes illegal. What a crock pot of shit. Kids getting high off glue? You can't buy fucking glue unless you're 18. As long as they get the mothers to shut up about "the kids" safety, they're golden. I tell you, the mothers don't give a flying rats ass, all they want is a robot kid that leaves her alone when she's high on Valium.
Now, the American Dream. Anyone can become someone, as long as they try super hard, hyuk hyuk. Right. Can someone tell me how, in a country with so many people, everyone can be someone? I mean, if everyone was a Gates, there would be no money to give to everyone! The American Dream is just that, a simple dream, that was fed to everyone to get them off their asses and make money, in order to pass on that hard earned money off to people like mr. Gates. People of America, you've been trolled.
You know, cause you believe this incredible pile of shit.

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I seriously have no idea how to feel right now. I'm lacking sleep, I played 4 enraging hours of Halo 3, and I just have no clue as to what I'm doing right now. I should be sleeping. I should be sleeping peacefully and without the image of Elites dying a screaming death. I wrote another song today. Pretty shitty but at least it's something. At least my two major exams are over with, and with them, so are my feelings of guilt of not studying hard enough or whatever. Now I have two projects to finish over spring break, and not to mention a 5 page paper for my astronomy course. Stupid dorm policies, kicking us out for spring break. Meh, whatever. Oooh, 30th post! i keep telling you, no one gives a damn, and it's not that big of a fucking deal. Whatever brain, just shut up. Man, I'm craving alcohol right now, just so I can pass out with no trouble.
You know, cause I've had difficulties sleeping these past weeks.

Late, for a very important date.

So, I slept through my alarm clock today. Well, actually, I don't know if I slept through it, or just heard it, made it stop, and then forgot about doing so. So when I did wake up, I was ten minutes late for class, and had a major headache. Talk about getting on the wrong side of the bed. I'm fucking hungry right now and I have to wait till 4:00 to go get something. I always get Taco Bell on Tuesdays, just stuff my face full of soft tacos, and then go to class for 3 hours. Good times I suppose. My exam's in an hour almost, and I can't WAIT to get it over with. God damn.
You know, cause everything's his fault.

Use something.

I've got this feeling of emptiness and guilt. I don't know why though, and it's bothering me. I mean, everything's happen so fast but so slow. Maybe that doesn't make sense...or maybe it does. I don't know. I'm feeling really down as well, like when I'm drunk by myself and all I want to do is listen to sad songs, or songs that make me feel sad. Man, this is really weird. Is this depression? The longing for sleep cause it makes what I feel in the here and now nonexistent? I love everyone but not myself.
You know, cause I have no clue.

Listening to: Use Somebody by Kings of Leon.

Who am I?

verse/chorus/verse/chorus/tomatoes.

One of my dreams is t write a good song. Not many songs, not a hit multi-platinum song, just a song that I'll like, something to be proud of. I'm not really the songwriting type though, which makes me kind of sad since I feel as if everything I write is shit, probably because it is. I always used to try and write lyrics like other bands do, full of meaning and whatnot. Yeah, I don't think that that's the right way to start doing something like this. Actually, I think that trying to do something that has already been done is bound to fail from the offset! I did find a new songwriting method though, and actually, it's helping out a lot! I mean, it made writing a song much much more simple than I previously thought. Here's to good riffs, and new material!
You know, cause I'm gonna write a song.

Cellular

So I've noticed that most people my age cannot get away from their cell phone. Everywhere I go, people appear as if they're glued to them. It's crazy! I mean, is this the next stage in our evolution? Anti social-ness? I rarely see people in a group, just the lone texters. It's kind of sad, and I can't wait to get out of here and meet my friends.
Oh, I had my first exam today, which I think I did pretty good on, and that leaves two more for this week. It's the philosophy exam I want to get over with though.

Lazy is as lazy does.

Not much on my mind except the exams that are waiting for me tomorrow, and how much I like the movie "The Mask". I'm pretty well prepared but for some reason, don't feel as if I've studied enough or as much as I wanted to. Can't really explain it. Oh Jim Carrey, how you make me laugh.
You know, cause he starred as the "Mask" in "The Mask".

Que?

I'm really ticked off right now. Some friends told me that my Greek now has an accent. This is horrible new for me because that was one of my biggest fears. Son of a bitch.

As productive as a fish without a tail.

Halo 3. That is almost all I did today. Afterward however, I took a nice shower and did some exercises. And now? Now I'm getting ready to play some more, hehehe.
You know, cause I love that game.

My head is gently weeping.

So I wake up sweaty, achy, and with a nice headache to boot, to the pretty rattling "Imperial March" which is the alarm tone I have on my phone. I feel completely out of it right now. Plus, it's after 12:00 p.m.m which means that the cafeteria is closed. Again.
You know, cause I frequently miss the operating hours.

DST

Well, time for my pre-sleep post. Daylight savings time is upon us! And it found me playing Sonic on my Sega Genesis emulator. For some reason, I felt the urge to beat all three Sonic originals, and that's what I'm going to do. I feel like I'm a kid again, hehe. Well, time to get some sleep and get that extra hour of it.
You know, cause of DST

Hehehheh

You ever tell something serious to someone on msn, or by text, and quickly changed your mind about it and sent a "hehehheh" immediately after? It's like you're talking to this girl you've liked for a while and said "you know, I've liked you for a while. wanna go out sometime?"- one split second pause - "hehhehee"
It can be used for almost anything! "Dude, I've been gay for the past 15 years, I really had to tell someone" . . . "hehehhhe"
And of course, no one is fooled. They'll know that what you said was in no way a joke, and either go on as if it was never said, or will go "what?"
So for future reference, "hehehheheh" will never, ever, save your ass from what you've just thrown out into the open. By the way, "yaaaaay, twentieth post!". whoop dee fucking doo jackass. it's no feat. in fact, it might be one of the easiest things to accomplish. plus, no one is reading this shit, why bother?! Shut the FUCK up brain, not going to listen to you, not tonight. Was doing pretty good by myself, thank you very much.
You know, cause I wasn't overthinking stuff.

Quack!

I just finished beating "World of Illusion feat. Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck" on my Sega Genesis emulator (of course I beat it as Donald, my favorite Disney character). Man, I love that game. It's simple, fun, yet there's a fair amount of difficulty in it! I mean, it's not going to mentally scar you, like the drowning music in Sonic but it provides a nice overall gaming experience. It's pretty cool looking at games from "back in the day" and seeing what we used to call good graphics, and sort of sad seeing the greedy pigs we are today. MORE DETAIL! Ah well, the main point is I had fun with that game, simple graphics and all.
You know, cause it's good.

Smells like teen spirit.

By the scar on Harry Potters forehead, my bathroom smells so incredibly bad! I don't know how many of you are familiar with this particular odor but my bathroom smells like DICK. It smells like god damn dick. I mean, I'm giggling right now cause my roommate's in there as I type, and I have no clue if he's caught a whiff of it, hee hee. Shit, he's come back out. Trying not to laugh is really hard, even for me with all my training from school.
You know, so the teacher wouldn't hear.

Coca-Cola, you tricked me!

So, I've been trying to not drink any soft drinks for a good while. I started with drinking unsweetened Ice Tea, drinking soft drinks once or twice a week, to drinking nothing but water. Sometimes, I just couldn't take it, and I'd buy a coke once every two weeks. Now however, I don't know how much I can continue to deny myself these liquid wonders. I can feel the need creeping up, the THIRST! Seriously though, it's amazing how addicting soft drinks can be. I think I'm going to start relapsing this week. I already had a shot of Pepsi but that doesn't count.
You know, cause coke is better than pepsi.

I am the bong water...

I am officially enthused, since I just found this amazing little article about exercising at home, Zen Habits. It's pretty neat, and I'm already trying some of the stuff it talks about. I think I'm just going to stick to the Isometric and balance exercises. I'm way too lazy, and out of shape, in this point of my life to start doing crunches and push ups etc. So for now, I'm just gonna practice my neighing.
You know, cause of the isometric stance, The Horse.

Exceeded? Sort of.

Well, the movie was amazing, and so was the pizza. I managed to forget all about my not being able to go to the premier of Watchmen, for a good 2-3 hours. I felt a pang of bitchiness arising so I thought I might as well hit the books. Got three exams going and, as I mentioned before, been kind of lazy. I figure this will keep the guilt of not studying enough at bay.
You know, something relevant to the blog.

*Phew*

Amazingly enough, with the help of some of my e-friends (I guess all my friends are now technically e-friends. wow, my life sucks), I stopped thinking about the whole Watchmen thing. I'm still a bit sore but I'm hoping the two medium pizzas from Domino's and a movie will help soothe it. What shall I watch...AHA! Planes, Trains, & Automobiles. There we go. I already feel much better.
You know, cause comedies rule when you're sad.

Who watches the Watchmen? Not me, that's for sure.

You know what, fuck them. All my friends went to watch Watchmen tonight, and I'm all alone. No one to take me to a movie theater, no one to hang out with while they're out having fun. What can you do though, right? Aw shit, cafeteria's closed.
You know, cause it's almost 7:00 p.m.

Stupid.

Is is my fault that Mike Krahuliks' drawing style has motivated me to start drawing? Is it so wrong that my drawings closely resemble his? People on the PA forum told me that I should stop "ape"ing Mikes style. First off, for all you PA forum pricks, Mike is "ape"ing Stephen Silvers drawing style you insufferable assholes. And you bash me for "ape"ing? First of all, what the FUCK does "ape"ing even mean? What, is it the whole "monkey see, monkey do" kind of shit? Monkeys copy you stupid sons of bitches, not APES! A monkey, is not an ape. Man you guys suck. Take off your "I'm so cool glasses", get off of your high and mighty horse, and take a good look at it. Yeah. It's a low and shitty pony.
Of course, this is all my fault in the first place. I know what forums are like, why the HELL did I ever go to one?! For advice? Psh, yeah right. The advice I got might have been constructive to those assholes but in actuality, it's the near equivalent to 4chan's "kill yourself you newfag".
God, they make me so angry! They have their little clique, hiding behind their "witty" screen names and their little avatars, just giggling it up while they destroy peoples lives from the inside out.
You know, cause words hurt more than sticks & stones.

Hardly working.

Man, I feel like a lazy bum. These past two weeks have been weird as shit. I have no motivation whatsoever. I'll sit and study but after half an hour I'll turn on the t.v or just do absolutely nothing for 5 hours. I don't know why I'm in this slump but hopefully spring break will clear things up and give me new found motivation that I so sorely need. I can't take this anymore, I feel like a bum!
You know, cause I just sit around.

&*%!@$#

Trying to remember a Placebo song, armed with nothing but the tune to the chorus(?). It could be the verse. Or the bridge? GOD FUCKING DAMN THIS CHEATING WHORE MEMORY OF MINE! I forgot how much Every You Every Me, combined with Mark Appleyards skating in Sorry!, used to give me goosebumps.
You know, cause it's super good.

Rumbly in my tumbly.

Fuck me. My stomach's been upset for the past two days. I guess eating an entire can of pineapple chunks does not qualify for taking it easy, I was hungry damn it! So anyway, I think I made a gave mistake today. I always go to eat at around 12:00 p.m. but Fridays at the cafeteria confuse me. Last two times I went to the caf on a Friday, it was closed. Naturally, I learned from my mistake and I went to the caf at 11:30 this Friday. It was open, that's sure but I think that for some reason, today they remain open till 1:00 p.m. Why do I think this you ask? Because I was one of the three people occupying the cafeteria at 11:30. I thought to myself sweet! everyone's gone and I get the whole cafeteria to myself! hmm, this is antisocial to the extreme. meh, whatever. So I grab some food, sit down, and voila! People start pouring in! At first I thought probably people who wake up the same time as me. Yeah, no. These people were going there for lunch. At 12! God damn it. Ah well, it's not like I lost a lot of sleep. Wait a minute! This is not what I wanted to write about! Ok, the real thing I wanted to blog about is the fact that since I had to go to lunch earlier, I had to suffer eating while my stomach was still vulnerable to attacks since I had just woken up. So now I feel like shit again.
You know, cause I ate pineapple again.

Nightly purge.

Never really got the whole blogging thing. Is it for yourself? Is it to get known by the public? Well, whatever it may be, my illusions of fame and fortune have been dashed way to many times. Still though, the image of me becoming this internet phenomenon still lingers somewhere in my subconscious. Well, even so, I'm just going to do this for myself, and if fame comes a-knockin' I won't say no.
You know, cause money and fame are cool.

Attacks on the physical realm.

So, this is news to me. Apparently, the week I started playing Halo 3 again, not only did it take me longer to fall asleep, I also started to snore. Yes, I mother fucking snored. Can you believe that shit? I mean, it was one thing for Halo to fuck up my entire day after a bad losing streak in Love Wolves but this...this is an entirely new area of assault! Not only am I being struck down mentally by this game, I am assaulted physically as well! This is just to much.
Am I going to stop playing? Probably not. Why? Have no fucking clue. Oh well, I guess my roommates going to have to put up with my newly acquired skill, the ability to snore.
Shit! I totally forgot about this one! My girlfriend had told me that a) I gnash my teeth in my sleep and b) the gnashing had stopped after I gave up Halo. Coinkidink? I think not faithful readers.
You know, cause the whole Halo thing?

Well.

So, I forgot what exactly I wanted to talk about right now...well for one, if I recall correctly, it didn't take me that much time yesterday to fall asleep. I could be mistaken but I'm pretty confident it didn't take more than 20 minutes. I also remembered that it's been two months since I could get my hands on a Thrasher magazine, which now tell me that I need to subscribe. Fucking weather here makes it impossible to skate. So? All you're gonna do is cruise around and do a couple of ollies. You can't skate, face it. Well, for your information, so fucking what? I just love the feeling of riding my board, even if my inability to land any tricks does make me want to scream and cry.
You know, cause it's really frustrating.

Aw shucks.

First off, not only did I post once before I went to sleep, I posted twice! Count it. Yeah, that's two. Well, my girlfriend just called me, and the reason why she didn't earlier was exactly what I expected. Furthermore, I feel like a giant ass for letting my mind get the better of me. I think the reason she sounds/acts more distant, is because she's pretty much cooped in her home, interacting only with her family for long stretches of time. She says she likes it that way, but after she spent the evening with a close friend of hers, she sounded very much like her old self. I still don't know what to think though.
You know, cause it's confusing.

Rageohol

Anyone ever have difficulties falling asleep due to anger? Last week I picked up Halo 3 (on Xbox Live) again after a 4 or so month hiatus. Since then, I can no longer fall asleep that easy. I'll just toss and turn for a good hour before I finally drift into the blissful state of existence known as sleep. I'm pretty sure that this recent phenomenon is very closely related to, if not caused by, Halo.
God damn it, I just hope that putting down the controller at least an hour or two before I go to bed will erase this damn symptom. Who knew that rage is so much like food?
You know, cause you shouldn't eat food 2 hours prior to bed?
(Unless it's oatmeal.)

Urgh

Kinda disappointed right now. My girlfriend always calls me before 11:00 p.m., but it's 12 and I still haven't heard from her. I know there's a logical explanation, but these past couple of weeks, things have been kind of weird. I feel as if she's a bit distant, and I catch only rare glimpses of her former self. She once told me that I had changed for, somewhat, the worst. I now think that I can say the same for her. She used to be full of spunk and whatnot, but ever since she moved back into her parents house, I feel as if she's slowly turning into this different girl. Bah, it might just be me and my paranoia since this is a long-distance relationship. I still love her though, it's just making me worry is all.
I wonder if I'll post again before I go to bed.

Water of a pool.

So, you might be wondering why the url is poolwater. Well, I recently started a habit of refilling two water bottles with tap water, instead of buying more. This allows me to keep more money for myself while easing the guilt of buying video games. Anyway, I had left one of the aforementioned bottles in my backpack and entire night, and I took it out during my class. As I deftly take a gulp, I noticed two things: a) the smell, b) the taste.
I can't really remember what hit me first, a or b, but I do know that it took me back to when I was at this water park. It was the smell of a pool, and the water tasted exactly like poolwater.
Man, I really was not expecting that.

Like a virgin.

So, this is my first time blogging. Ever. Way to be behind the times jackass! I know, right? I always thought that blogging was, well, pretty stupid. However, these past couple of months, my mind is filling up to the brim with all sorts of shit, and I want to be able to purge my mind from these persistent thought demons. Fuck, all I want is the ability to fall asleep without thinking about every little god damned thing that's happened.
So, there you have it, my first purging, and my first blog. It's like losing it from the front and from the back.
You know, like the front being a penis/vagina and the back being the anus.
Like, you know, sex.
In the bum.