Do You Ever Wish

Do you ever wish you had 11 fingers?

Do you ever wish lights would react to sexiness, that way when a sexy person walked into a dark room everyone would know?

Do you ever wish lights would react to Kevin Bacon, that way when Kevin Bacon walked into a dark room everyone would know... and could run?

Do you ever wish you were someone else?

Do you ever wish someone else was you?

Do you ever wish you were the person that was being you in your body?.... well good, cuz ya are.

Do you ever wish Mimes could talk?... I do

Do you ever wish I would shut up? **** you

Do you ever wish we controlled the words, instead of them controlling us?

Do you ever wish that the fun things weren’t sins?

Do you ever wish the "View Blog" button would take you to a parallel universe where the "View Blog" button didn't take you to a parallel universe?

Do you ever wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? (god *rolls eyes*)

Do you ever wish C came before I!! except after E?

Do you ever wish "Ctrl" was "Alt", "Alt" was "Shift", "Shift" was "Up" and "Up was "Mongoose"?

Do you ever wish we had to say the word "kumquat" at least once a day?

Do you ever wish things wouldn't end so anticlimactically?


Thought of the Day: have you ever crapped you pants in front of a hot girl when thinking of the thought of crapped your pants in front of a hot girl?.... I haven't.....

P.S. I would just like to let everyone know that I did this post all by myself, with no help from anyone.... nope.... no one..... all by myself................. no help here......................

The Week And Me

Mondays make me sad, depressed, and lonely. Mondays make me wish Sunday could last 48 hours. I guess you could call it the Mondays. I just call it "ughh Monday".

Tuesdays make me anxious. They make me forget what day it is, then look at my watch to find out that it's only Tuesday and get all disappointed that the weekend is so far away. Tuesday almost seems like its making me wait longer for the weekend then Monday.

Wednesday make me feel nothing, no good, no bad, no ugly. It leaves me empty saying "I guess this is OK".

Thursday makes me feel like I kicked Tuesdays ass and am now hanging with its cooler older brother. Thursday make me say "tomorrows Friday, and the day after that is SATURDAY"

Friday makes me wanna jump down, turn around, touch the ground and praise the lord, backwards, with extra style in the "jump down" part. Friday makes me want to stay up till 4 in the morning just because I know I can with a good conscious. Friday makes me wanna eat 3 meals, turn off lights that don't need to be on (to set atmosphere) and toast the bread on my ham sandwich, just so I know Im not wasting the day.

Saturday makes me want to put on some shades, cross my arms, and smoothly move my head up and down to a killer song. Saturday makes me want to whisper in someone's ear "S--A--T-U-R D-A-Y HEY". Saturday makes me want to get up at 10 am and watch Jim Carry Movies on TNT for 6 hours. Saturday makes me want to pull out all the condiments and other nasty gooey things in the fridge and put them togeather in a single cup, to see if I get my little sister to eat/drink it.
Saturday makes me happy.

and last...

Sunday.

Sunday makes me sigh. Sunday makes me feel like I have cancer, and that I have one day left to enjoy myself before I die... Before Monday. Sunday makes me notice things I wouldn't notice on other days, things that... well a person with cancer would notice. Sunday makes me smile a regretless smile, close my eyes, and lie in bed waiting for the inevitable. Sunday is the day that makes me most think of the future, which is something I try to do as little as possible. Sunday is kind of like the exact opposite of Wednesday, it makes me fell every emotion you can get out of a day, be it good, bad, sad, happy, or something in between, it will be there. I guess Sunday, to me, is THE END.


Thought of the Day: Freezers are the only known portholes to hell, that's why they are so cold, it's to keep the demons away.

Neice # 4...... Right?

congratulations to "Loxy", "Spike" and "C" on Ella Gweneth Parker. May she forever be into Health food and superheroes On that note, I finally saw Spiderman 3 today, and, wouldn't ya know it, I was the lucky dude sitting next to the only two kids in full costume (one red, one black, as it should be).... yeah.


Thought of the Day: How do super models and actresses in good conscious take dumps?

Damn Paparazzi

Thats right, they got me. Why is it you never truly realize how ugly you are until you see yourself in a professional photograph? Ahh well. Anyway, I bet you all can guess what I'm going to post about right? If you said Wordstock give yourself a pat on the back, you just proved that you have the reasoning capability of an ape. First off I'd like to apologize to everyone I know, kinda know, or even would like to know whom I didn't talk to ( you know who you are.... well most of you) I'd like to say its not my fault, but that would be lying. The reason why I didn't really talk to any of you is simple, and can be broken down to four simple words. I was to shy... yeah, pretty lame excuse right? Well not for me. I can't tell you how many people I walked by that I simply just wanted to say hi to, but for some overly retarded reason couldn't. Is it really that hard? I can't even remember a reason why I am so shy anymore. It used to be because I didn't want people to hear me talk because I had a lisp type thing, but not anymore. I thought maybe its because of the long awkward pause that comes after the inevitable expiration of the pointless small talk (thats a good reason, but probably not it). Anyway, my point is I have lost a reason and its driving me insane! That is why I am making a promise, a promise that next year will be different, assuming of course there is going to be a next year for wordstock... or me (life's unexpected twists are so.... unexpected). Next year I am making a vow to be more assertive, more outgoing, and just more like me, the real me, the me you can meet online or on my blog, the me that people confess to actually ENJOY talking to. I promise, that will be me.......... Also I promise to be more buff and better looking, simply because better looking people are... better looking.

Anyhow, it seems I'm getting a little off topic, I'm suppose to be talking about this Wordstock, not the possible next one. So with no further ado I will tell you in my own way what I thought of Wordstock...

That should say enough.

P.S. Don't any of you get the wrong idea and think I didn't like Wordstock or that I am complaining. It was a blast.


Thought of the Day: It takes a secure man to wear pink, but it takes an even more secure man to know that he is secure enough to not need to wear pink to prove he is secure.

Remembering Back

Do any of you remember the post "2:43 AM". Well if you don't I'll remind you. It was a music video I put up on Youtube of an X-Men cartoon I used to watch. Well about 20 minutes ago I got a letter from Youtube staff informing me that the Marvel company had pulled my video dew to copyright infringement.............

................ I'M A CRIMINAL.




Thought of the Day: Now that I'm a criminal I'm gonna buy an overpriced pirated DVD.

2(2x + 1) - 11 = 2x - 5

"Add to or subtract from each member any known term that stands beside an unknown term, according as its sign is - or +."






...... WHAT???


Thought of the Day: Homosexuality is unto Elton John as stink is unto crap

Random Repetitive Ramblings

Welp.... its been about two weeks since my last post and I still have yet to think of anything worth posting... so, I'm just going to fill you in on recent happenings (with the classic Clown twist).

Ok, First off, my family’s been visiting, and for me, having in the area of 20 "close enough" siblings its really not that big a deal. Its been fun though, I got to see me sister and my niece before they flew off the Philippines, and I got to see my brother and brother-in-law spend all day playing video games... Yeah... Riveting. Also, recently, I had a dental revelation, spending 5 dollars on a "4ish" inch tube of tooth paste, that, along with triple A batteries and some brand new comfy black undies added up to a total of 20 dollars, AKA, MY FRICKEN' LIFE SAVINGS!
I've also been spending time in the local Wall-Mart playing their ever so addictive Guitar Hero game they have set up for junkies like me. But it all gets me to thinking, why can't they make a Piano hero? Piano is fun to play. The only reason no one wants to play it is because they are afraid of being called "Pianists". Well I have news for you, Pianism isn't as gay as Elton John and Liberace make it out to be, in fact the quickest way to a woman’s heart is through music.... or food.... or sex..... well.... there are plenty of ways to a woman’s heart, but the Piano is a sure thing. Anyway, I know there are going to be hundreds (and by hundreds I mean 6 or 7) comments saying how gay piano is and how I totally screwed up the ways to a woman’s heart, so I will stop there.

Along with the dental revelation I also realized a few things since I last posted. One thing is that I don't like when my parents read my blog around me, its just weird, so.... if you’re reading this, don’t read it near me.

I realized that the things I currently want to be most in life are a Graphic artist, Pianist, Break dancer and Ping Pongist.(don’t laugh, its not nice)

And I realized that Hanes really are the best.

Welp... that’s pretty much all that’s been going on here..... so....



Thought of the Day: The man at Best Buy seemed surprised when I asked for a Vampire Protector rather then a surge protector. I think he'll think a bit differently when he gets fed upon