i wanna buy a gun
mucho bored...
went to work today, even though i apparently had the day off... didn't realize it myself, so i went in when i was supposed to... then i found out i wasn't supposed to be there, but they were short one person, and i missed two days over the weekend, so i figured i'd make up the lost time any way i could... worked for four hours, no big thing, oh yeah, and the power's back on... LOL you know what the problem was, according to our storeHelp gurus who came to fix it last night???
nothing
swear to god, that's what they said... everything was fine... BULLSHIT!!! the power was off for damn near 6 hours straight, not to mention one of the fuseboxes alsmot exploded!!! that doesn't sound "fine" to me... anyways...
so i did that, came home, and just spent the past few hours playing VTM:R... i fought like a bastard to get Half-Life and the two expansion packs on my system... ever since HL2 came out, VALVe is running all their games through this program called STEAM... i'm not even sure what it does, other than give me a salty pain in the ass... and i have had to purchase at least 5 new copies of the game, because a disc got broken, i lost the cd-key, etc.... and the newest copy i got came with STEAM pre-installed... so i had to go through that whole shit...
jesus, who the fuck cares??? lol, i'm boring you guys to death with this shit! either way, i got all three games on my system now, and next week, i begin my crusade into gaming hell :) i'm seriously looking at about (at least) 30 straight hours of gameplay... this should be real intresting.. i'll prolly get up once or twice to go to the bathroom, maybe eat, but other than that, i am gordon fucking freeman!!!
i have a dilemma... tax money will be here soon :) and of course, i've already earmarked a portion of it for a gift for myself for all the hard work i've done over the past year :) LOL YEAH RIGHT... and i have a two things i especially would like to have, but i'm torn between the two... i've been looking at the forever... they both cost about the same, and well, they both happen to be airsoft guns... LOL i just can't decide between them... first, there's the KWA M19 gas blow-back semi auto handgun... modeled after the lovely Glock 19:
isn't it a thing of beauty??? then of course, there's the ever popular UTG MP5 A4/A5 AEG, very closely cloned from the real-steel Heckler and Koch MP5 SMG, the standard for sub-machine guns around the world:
bah, what the hell am i gonna choose??? well, i'll let you guys know in a week or so :)
BHC
that has got to be...
...the WEIRDEST SHIT I'VE EVER dealt with in a normal workday!!!!
seriously, i got to work, thinking i was 5 minutes late, turns out i clocked in 1 minute early... then, the first customer i ring up, a blonde, good looking, has a six-pack of Budweiser in hand... OF COURSE i asked her for I.D. ... then she just looks at me, smiles, and says " congrats, you just won five dollars...", hands me a green slip of paper, and walks out, leaving the beer on the counter... i was dumbfounded... what the fuck just happened??? so i went to my manager, and tried to speak... but i guess my brain was overloaded with all the stupid i'd just witnessed, so i just showed her the paper, and went "der!".... she says, "oh you got a green slip, awesome! lemme get you a gift card..."
WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!?!?!?!??!
so after i freaked out, she explained to me that i had just passed a state sponsered ABC check on the store... and that i had won a $5 sheetz card for asking for I.D.... pretty kool, considering the alternative was a red card, and possible, no, make that definite termination...
so, then i find out the maintenence crew is here to change the filters on the gas pumps... pretty standard procedure for the end of the month... 3 guys show up, and tape off 5 pumps at a time, change the filters, and then move to the next set of pumps... usually, after they are done, the pumps run faster than before... only this time, they were running slower, IF they were pumping gasoline AT ALL... which is a complaint i've never heard before... they ran like this for almost 2 hours... and, as would be expected, people were pissed... when i say the pumps run slow, i mean that it can take over 5 minutes to pump out $1.00 in fuel... so they are rightly angry, but there's really not alot i can do about it, right?
so there's about 923750912835 customers in the store, when i hear another one of my co-workers telling my manager that there are no lights in the bathrooms.... either of them... another weird thing for the day... we're rushed as shit, and of course, i'm the only one actually running a register, because Barb is too busy running around outside with binoculars, taking down the license plate of every car that pulls up to a pump (we have a problem with drive-offs, and Barb is sort of our, unofficial solution to the problem)
then, steven, the same co-worker monitoring the bathroom lighting for any number of reasons, comes back up front, shakey, sweaty, looks like he's freaking out/needs a coke fix... i ask him what's up, and he tells me they just had to manually shutdown one of the fuseboxes in the electric room in the back, because it was SMOKING... and also, "popping loudly"... which says to me, fuses are breaking at a furious pace...
about another 30 minutes go by, in which time, our register screens stop taking credit cards... i mean, credit, debit, atm, ebt, even our own gift cards would not work in the registers... eventually, after spending time with on the phone with storehelp, who management has been on the phone with ALL DAY for all sorts of problems, we got them to accept cards as credit charges only... i'm starting to think this shit is getting pretty fucking weird...
about that time, the whole store flickers... all the lights shut off for about 3 seconds... if you've ever been in a public place when the power goes out, you might know that 99% of ppl don't generally give a shit, and continue their business... well, todays we had that other 1% in the store, at the exact same time the power went out for a sec... and man, she was FREAKING THE FUCK OUT... anyways, power comes back on, seconds later... pyscho lady calms down, people get on with their lives...
just then, the power goes out.... again... and i look up to see Scott, standing in the doorway, with a huge fucking smile on his face... "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, SCOTT!!??!?!" of course, i knew this wasn't his fault, but the customers still in the store actually thought it was.... lol... so we waited....
and waited...
and still no power... now we're thinking something has seriously gone wrong... we start following power outtage procedure, we lock the doors, get the rest of the customers out, we each get issued a flashlight, and we wait... when from the back room, more loud popping ensues from the fuse room... we sit back and we watch, as the entire store systematically shuts down individual sectors, not unlike a cancer individually shutting down each of the bodies vital functions...
we finally get all the customers out of the store, just in time for the gas pumps to turn off, and then, we are ensconced in darkness... only a few scattered fluoro and emergency lights are still on, the flouro bulbs dimming quickly... not a sound in the whole store... the hum from all the behind the scenes equipment was gone... the coolers were no longer refridgerating, the beercave was dark and no longer being chilled... till all that remained was a single emergency lamp in the dining area...
and with our flashlights on, and claw- and ballpeen-hammers at the ready, we waited...
virginia power finally shows up... and this is what the guy says, swear to god... "i'm not touching a damn thing, because i don't wanna be liable for it, but you guys have some serious problems with your power here, and it's not on our end... you've got full power coming through the ground lines at every port, but once it gets inside your building, it's just not going anywhere..."
so they had to call a guy to come from damn near 3 hours away to fix it... it MIGHT be up and running by tomorrow... MIGHT...
well, i can live with might... but that was the weirdest shit i've EVER dealt with in the work place... BY FAR...
hope you enjoyed this rather long post, and for those of you who wished me a "get well" all thanks, i'm feeling much better, despite a scratchy throat and lingering cough :)
BHC
"why are they talking like that, daddy?"
well, the sickness is subsiding, but i still don't think i'll make it to work in the morning... i got really tired again tonight, moreso than usual, and mornings are partiularly bad for me when i'm sick (as they are with most people i'm sure), but we'll see how the night goes...
i spent alot of the day in bed, resting, but i got up at 1 and headed out to meet some friends around 2... sat and watched them play battlefront 2 for awhile, then we all went out for chinese... the events that followed were.... let's just say, odd...
we came back to the house, intending to watch Poolhall Junkies, but seeing as scott left the Xbox in the basement and we were already upstairs, we picked a VHS to watch instead... and for any number of reasons, he chose Goldeneye... quite possibly one of the best Bond movies of the run... best Brosnan one, anyways... well, for some strange reason, about 10-15 minutes into the movie, we all started talking to each other in "british" accents... now, i put that in quotes because there is no one universal "british" accent... i mean, that's like saying he spoke with an "american" accent.... WTF??? like, boston? or Georgia? and basically, europe is the same way... i can't pinpoint the exact origins of our accent choice for the evening, but it's just safe to say it was decidedly "british" and according to scott, very much like the new voice of the Gieco.com gecko... not the same as the old voice, a little different...
we spoke like that for the next 4 hours...
swear to god... we had all kinds of conversations in our funny british tounges... i guess, in a way, you could say we were simply getting into character for our parts in our upcoming movie, which is a spoof on James Bond films... and not in a "austin powers" way, either, way better... but we went to wal-mart, TWICE, and all over the place essentially, talking like we just came from across the pond... it was actually quite fun...
next week, Irish accents... :)
BHC
p.s: some of you will remember the days of old, when i was still an Agent (047) and blogging about having half-life challenges, where i documented how long i was playing to see how many hours, roughly, it would take me to beat the original game, and it's two expansion packs... well, i have the whole first week of February off from work... and i intend to restart the challenge AND complete it, in ONE SITTING... (hopefully none of you read the article about the gamer who died of a exhaustion-induced heartattack after 50 straight hours of gaming... cuz i'm looking at about that much gametime :) )
good night, and good luck
who would have guessed...
... that i'm sick? lol
so i went to the doctor this morning, pretty much at the behest of my mother, to find out what the hell was wrong with me... and wouldn't you know it, i've got "just some generic run-of-the-mill shit.... like a viral infection"... YAY
lay around for a few days, drink everything in sight, an advil, every six hours... should clear up in a day or so... got me out of work for the weekend though... hehe, i have a doctor's note for work :) i used to remember forging those things so i could skip gym class...
so that was around 11:30 this morning, since then, i've sat in front of my computer and played VTM:R pretty much the whole time, as per Dr. Ruined's suggestion to cure my ailment :) videogames will do the trick, everytime...
had chinese for lunch... good for the sinuses... "you're a malevolent bastard, General Tso, but you make a mean bird....."
not much else to do tonight, except sit around, play more videogames, maybe watch a movie, who knows... can't go anywhere, that's for sure... not sure if what i have is contagious, although i'd bet it is... my sis has been sick all week too, so i either got it from her, or gave it to her... oh, even the damn dog was sick this morning... lol, when it rains, it pours!!!
i made someone happy on tBlog today :)
i'm missing the hell out of someone else though, whom i've not talked to in what feels like FOREVER....
where are you, anyways???
BHC
Sickley, part 2
so yes, last night was not fun... i left work feeling a little more fatigued than usual, and met up with the guys at waffle inn around 10:30... less than an hour later, i was ready to get out of there and go home... i was getting a headache, it was becoming harder to swallow, i could barely breathe through my nose... just general *bleh*ness... another weird symptom i was having was that i was freezing... everywhere except for my head... i wasn't feverish, persay, but my head, cheeks, ears, and neck just felt like they were on fire... while the rest of my body was ice cold... it was quite an unpleasent sensation....
so i came home, popped two Nyquil, and hit the sack... they knocked me out pretty quick, which i'm thankful for... unfortunately, nyquil knocks me out so hard, that i spend very little time actually sleeping, and just more time unconscious... i didn't actually get out of bed untill 4:45 this evening... which i guess is totally acceptable, given i was sick... upon waking, i found i still had all my previous symptoms, plus a new one, aches and pains all over... yay..
it's now 6:45, and i'm feeling a little better, but still achey all over, especially my back and sides... i have the horrible taste of phlegm and cap'n crunch in my mouth, and i can't seem to get rid of it...
on a brighter note, however, i'm playing Vampire: The Masquerade - Redemption again... i forgot how fun that game is! also, i never finished playing it the first time around, so now i'll have to beat the game...
it's either that, or spend hours in front of my laptop playing NFS:Underground 2 again....
BHC
*bleh*
i'm going to make this quick, as i don't think i can keep my head off the keyboard much longer...
methinks i've been stricken with illness....
*bleh*
BHC
new picture...
enjoy, you bitches :)
BHC
Fuck you, colorQuiz.com
i took a *colorquiz*... why? maybe it's because it's now 2:30am and i'm not tired... maybe it's because i have nothing better to do at the moment... maybe it's because the previous EMO post made me frrl shittier than i already do... not that this little fucking quiz helped so much... i clicked on eight random colors, and then again, and apparently from that, they've assessed exactly what the fuck is wrong with me... here's the results, if anyone cares....
Your Existing Situation
- Conflict and dissatisfaction of one sort or another enforce the need for the compensations indicated by the + group.
Your Stress Sources
- Has an unsatisfied need to ally himself with others whose standards are as high as his own, and to stand out from the herd. This desire for preeminence isolates him and inhibits his readiness to give himself freely. While he wants to surrender and let himself go, he regards this as a weakness which must be resisted. This self-restraint, he feels, will lift him above the rank and file and ensure recognition as a unique and distinctive personality.
Your Restrained Characteristics
- Unhappy at the resistance he feels whenever he tries to assert himself. Indignant and resentful because of these setbacks, but gives way apathetically and makes whatever adjustments are necessary so that he can have peace and quiet.
Insists that his hopes and ideas are realistic, but need reassurance and encouragement. Egocentric and therefore quick to take offense.
Your Desired Objective
- Needs release from stress. Longs for peace, tranquillity, and contentment.
Your Actual Problem
- Wants to be valued and respected, and seeks this from a close and peaceful association of mutual esteem.
- you know, i'd bet money i got those fucking answers because i always clicked on *black* first... what kind of shit is that?but never the less... i think it's all true...BHC
EMO, anyone?
i have news for everyone. pay attention closely, because i'm only going to *say* this once...
i am an emo kid
granted, i prolly don't even have to *say* it, because on an average basis, i'd say it's more than apparent that i'm pretty damn emo... and i almost mean this in the most stereotypical way possible... every so often, i just get in a rut... i spend these times, sitting around, thinking about the more worse parts of my life, usually in the dark, maybe a candle lit, and listening to some good emo, like hawthorne heights, matchbook romance, things of that nature... and yes, every so often, i just cry... i guess i'm a pussy like that, who knows...
but here i sit, in another one of those fucking ruts... and yeah, it's 2am, i'm sitting in front of the laptop, in the dark, and pretty much hating the night, and fearing the coming day... for no reason in particular, just that i know how bad it could end up, and that there is a strong possiblity that it won't help my current mood at all...
i used to look at these things called *biorythms*... they were little charts and graphs that supposedly would indicate how the stars and planets and whatnot were going to effect your mood (emotionally, mentally, and physically) over the next few weeks... basically, long-term horoscopes, graphically represented for ppl who hate reading... and it was always uncanny to me how close those things got to being right on the money... either it was self-fulfilling prophecy, or those things actually fucking work... anyways, i never really believed much in them, but i'd always look at them to see if there was any indication as to why i was feeling low that particular day or something... for instance, here's my current biorhythm chart, for two week prior, and two weeks after today:
i really don't know where i was going with all of this... just that, yes, i'm an emo kid... if you don't like emo kids, or people who write *emoblogs* then, fuck off...
i think i'm getting depressed again...
BHC
blog worthy days not mentioned
not really much to say, even though the past two days have been rather eventful... i yesterday and today off from work, so i've been hanging out with my friends, which of course is always fun, and always produces something blogworthy... i just guess i haven't been in much of a writing mood lately.... bleh...
but just an FYI to everyone out there... Jones Soda company makes holiday giftpacks... DON'T DRINK THE GIFTPACKS... we had a 5 course thanksgiving turkey dinner in carbonated liquid form.... turkey, stuffing, brussels, cranberrys, and pumpkin fucking pie... in short, we all gagged, and scott threw up...
remember all that talka bout the nice big check i got last friday? and how i budgeted it so i would have plenty of money left over?
it's almost gone...
all of it... i've almost spent the whole damn thing... fortunately, i've covered everything i need to cover with it, and bought a few nice things for myself, and it's not COMPLETELY gone... not to mention i get another check this friday...
well i just put new strings on my acoustic guitar last night, so i think i'm going to go play that for awhile...
any requests???
BHC
a completely random post, with more random seperating comments...
well, not to my surprise, my topic in the forums concerning tBlog 2.0 bugs has recieved little or no attention, not to mention NO replies... nor have i seen changes in the site that reflect they may have been influenced by my own or anyone else's similar complaints... these things take time i guess...
*serenity now!*
also, the good people over at Shorty's haven't been on the ball as far as tech service goes... i emailed them a list of questions concerning a gun i'm considering buying. of course, before i sink money into the product, i want to know as much about it as possible without actually using the product before purchase... but then again, i guess it's kinda difficult to answer questions about size, power, and what not on a product that is NOT CURRENTLY IN STOCK... i guess if they had answered a little faster, there would still be one more MP5 on the shelf for them to look at to answer my questions...
i'm a nice guy, you know? really, i mean, it doesn't show all the time... but i'm a nice guy goddammit...
i got a HUGE paycheck from work yesterday... biggest check i've ever gotten i think, at ANY job! nearly $400!!! quite nice... i went out today and spent my allowance portion of it, now i need to chill for two weeks on the spending untill my next check gets in my account.
BBQ Fritos kick ASS...
i played pool for the first time in a while today... i've lost my touch a bit... a game of solo billiards and two of 9-ball took me 30 minutes... guess i'll have to practice a bit more... maybe hit up the college campus every other day for a few games...
"if you like pina coladas.... and getting caught in the rain..."
as you may have noticed, i changed my layout... just like everyone else did... so much for having a unique blog... i'd love to change the colors and whatnot, but i don't speak Techie-Babble, which seems to be what the tweak page is transcribed in right now (it's on my complaint list, and i KNOW it's not getting fixed)... so that will have to wait...
mom's gonna kick my ASS for eating all of her damn BBQ Fritos...
Unreal II is just as fun as i remember... and just as slow...
why can't i find a nice girl around here? please, no one mistake this for a sad Emo post, it's not... i just asking a legit question here... i'm honestly coming to you today, telling you that the greater Augusta County area has NO female counterparts to my liking... granted, i'm a picky guy... but i seriously see nothing here that i like... where are all the nice girls at, anyways??? what, do they keep them locked away somewhere where i can't find them?
and that's another thing.... who the fuck is "they"???? we're always talking about "they", "they" are the root of all our problems, it seems... we need to find "they" and give "they" a huge kick in the nuts for fucking things up for us...
wait...
who's "us"???
...
hehe, you'll have that song wtuck in your head for days now :)
BHC
new tblog, and some disconcerting news...
well, thus far, i am liking the changes to tBlog... that is to say, i'm liking what i see, not exactly what i'm having to use... which is more positive than it sounds, because in a few months, i would hope, all the issues surrounding this new tBlog 2.0 will have been resolved, and then i'll have a blog site that is not only pleasing to the eye, but functional and nearly flawless as well... i need to get me on the community forums and check the list of bugs/complaints, and add to, if neccessery... not that i like to complain, but the faster we let them know about a problem, the sooner they can fix it, and the sooner we all get back to blog-topia...
in other news, i've got a serious problem on my hands... this affects not only me, but every single guitar player on the planet... guitar tablature websites are being shut down, at a furious pace, presumably by the FBI, supposedly for copyright infringements... guitar tablature, for those of you who don't know, is anther form of written music... it's much simpler to write (especially on a computer) than standard written music... for guitar tab, the six (sometimes 7) strings of the guitar are grapically represented by dashes, and numbers are placed on the strings that correspond to which number fret to hold while playing the note... it looks something like this:
e-----3-----
B-----3-----
G-----0-----
D-----0-----
A-----2-----
E-----3-----
there i simply displayed a G Major Chord... there are MILLIONS of tabs out there on the internet, and most are contained on sites to allow users to quickly and easily find the tab they are looking for...
i read about this problem about a month ago in another blog here, and didn't think much of it, as i was still able to access all of my tab and lyric sites (the blog said lyric webpages were under the gun as well.)... no more than a week went by, before the most popular tablature website i use, www.MXTabs.net , was inaccessable... as of today, i've been able to add three more sites to that list: www.tabcrawler.com, www.olga.net, and www.ultimate-guitar.com... all of these are premire tablature sites, OLGA.net being one of the first tab sites available...
so i have one question regarding this genocide of music sites...
WHO THE FUCK IS RESPONSIBLE?!?!?!
i seriously want to fight this... problem is, i don't know who to fight... as you may have noticed earlier, i used words like "presumably" and "supposedly"... i really don't know who's in charge of making these decisions, but if i find them, after i calmly explain that they are killing the young musicians of the world, I'M GONNA KICK THEM IN THE FUCKING NUTS...
to quickly put this into perspective so i can stop bitching about it and get me a fucking hot pocket, imagine of you will, that because of the high prices of college text books, students shared their thoughts online, for other students the world over, to access... mind you, the students are NOT copying textbooks into free online files, but they are reading the textbooks, and then paraphrasing , if you will, their own opinions on the content of the textbooks... then the FBI (Fucking Bitching Idiots from here in), swoops down on these site with mighty vengence, and shuts them down forever...
the FBI (or whoever the fuck is responsible) is taking away from our young musicians, the chance to learn, via the internet, from other young musicians, just like themselves...
man this pisses me off to no end...
BHC
well, this is certainly intresting....
tBlog metamorphasized last night, and um... it didn't really turn into a beautiful fucking butterfly... at this point i'm gonna have to say it's more of a grub worm with tiny tiny wings.... like that fat ass catapilliar in "A Bug's Life".... we were afraid that the change tBlog would be making would be "Halo 2-esque" in nature.... seems we weren't that far off...
but people....
CHILL OUT
brand new upgrades take TIME, bugs must be sorted out, things will get fixed, i promise, it's all a matter of time.... Rocky and the crew are currently doing everything they possibly can to get the fucker up and running right... i've never seen that kind of devotion in customer service... Rocky is in the tBlurt RIGHT NOW, talking to our fellow tBlog citizens, tracking your problems, and even taking requests... they are going to fix this shit, you guys... just give them time, and don't give them fucking lip.... they could have dumped this whole new tBlog on us, and then told all of us life long member to start forking over $$$$ or get the fuck out... they are doing US a huge favor by keeping this wonderful site open free to the public...
Kudos to rocky and the tBlog crew... keep up the good work guys... we know we won't be dissapointed!!!
BHC
a day to remember
if there was ever a blog worthy night, this was it!
i went to bed last night around 4am... and was up again at 9 :x not kool, but i digress... i had to run my aunt to a doctor appt. this morning, so i picked her up, dropped her off, and got paid for it... $25 for a mere chauffeur job? not bad...
went home, ate a sub, started my damned laundry, and then did some guitar work...
off again to pick up same aunt for a hair appt... dropped her off, and then headed out to Blue U to meet up with the guys... we had a day planned, so we all got in the car and headed out to h'burg, for a somber occasion...
i wasn't in the blogosphere back in october when this happened, so i'll fill you all in... october 17, 2005, Lance Corporal Daniel Scott Bubb of the United States Marine Corps was killed in the Line of Duty in Iraq. He would have been 20 years old the very next day. i had the great honor to not only know this man, but to have had him consider me his friend in high school. we ran track together, and constantly goofing around, and pissing off teachers together... he was the Beavis to my Butthead, and i mean that in all seriousness... he'd do Beavis impressions, and i'd follow up with Butthead laughter... some of you may remember reading about this very same man on Snugg's blog, around the time it happened... she and Daniel went to school together, also... he, in fact, was the man who covered my ass when Snuggs and i were dating, when she thought i was ignoring her, and she was upset with me, he was the one who reassured her i was out of the country on vacation, and would return home soon... she and i both have a very special, mutual friendship with "Bubb", as we called him. he was loved by every person he met, and his memory lives in us all...
we visited bubb today, at his grave in Harrisonburg. shortly after his funeral, we all got together (all my close friends who also we close to Bubb) and bought a pair of drumsticks (daniel played drums in the middle school and high school bands), and we all wrote comments on them, for Daniel... we went to his grave today to hand deliver the sticks, and have our own private ceremony... it was really nice... peaceful... Bubb's got a good view of a forest-covered hill to the west (i think it's west)... it's a nice spot... while we there, His father showed up... i didn't truely surprise me to see him there... i'd be there every day if i had suffered such a loss... we stood around and talked for quite sometime about Bubb...
i was pretty silent throughout the whole thing...but before we left, i knelt down to the stone, and placed two quarters on it... an old irish tradition, so i'm told... shillings were placed on the eyelids of the deceased, so that they may pay the toll to enter Heaven... it was my little way of having some closure with the whole thing... it wasn't much, but nothing's enough when the person you're trying to honor gave everthing he had...
R.I.P. Lance Coporal Daniel Scott Bubb... you are gone, but not forgotten
SEMPER FI
also present today was my old friend sean... you may remember him as the one i so lovingly reffered to as "that asshole who broke up our band!" well, no more of that shit... i admit, i held a grudge concerning some issues over him for a long ass time, but, time does heal wounds, as they say... tonight, i formally apologized, and made ammends with my life-long friend... and i feel like a better person now for having done it... you see, sean's shipping off to basic training next week... that's right... he's also in the military... new's of Bubb's death hit home pretty hard... and it woke me the fuck up... i realized that i did not want to have sean leave for boot, without him knowing that i was sorry for the shit we went through... i didn't want him getting shipped out, and still think that i was holding a grudge against him... and i knew i wouldn't be able to live with myself if, god forbid, he came home in a bag... and i had never set things right... i took him aside, before we all went out for dinner, and told him how sorry i was, and i hugged him... and i'm not fucking ashamed of that... that guy has been like a brother to me, since we were born... i wasn't gonna see him off like that, not to boot, not to iraq or afganistan, not anywhere...
so we're all one big happy family again, as it were... we all sat down to dinner at Golden Corral tonight... we had a wonderful time... it was really the best evening i've had with all those people for a long time... and it sure beats the fuck out of waffle inn...
god, i got fucking choked up just writing that.... apologies to those of you sensitive types who may or may not have a lump in your throat right now... until next time, my pretties!
BHC
ever catch a miniature thermo-nuclear device with your back? it looks like boom......
fear not, tBloggers, i have been here... just haven't been blogging much... been checkin out everyone elses drama for awhile... seems there's still plenty to go around... and the one time tonight when i had a lot of shit to say, tblog was being a tBitch and would even load up, so here i sits, 3am again... bloggin for the masses... completely ignore the title of this blog, however... has no relevence to ANYTHING....
my good friend Sean is shippin out to boot in a few days, so we're all getting together to see him off and chill with him tomorrow, before he goes. haven't talked to the guy in months really... it's been awkward, me and him talking, ever since High School... we sort of had this falling out, which i'm told he's totally over, but i admit i held a grudge about it for quite sometime... hopefully i can take the time tomorrow to explain to him that i'm really over it now...
had a falling out of another kind with someone else today... hard to believe less than a month ago i was writing her love letters on here and such... i still love the girl, that will never change... but things will definitely be different between us for awhile...
i fought with a goddamned CD-ROM today... guess who won? that's right, the CD.... i was looking for this really old burned copy of Unreal Tournament i used to have from way back in the day... i found it, and actually managed to get it installed on my system without a problem... but just after that, the disc itself punked out... wouldn't read several of the core files... old disc, of course, scratched all the hell, but i'd used discs in worse shape before? what the issue with this one? then, i inadvertently held the disc up infront of my screen for a sec, looking on it for scratches... when i noticed i could see my screen THROUGH the disc... and i don't mean through the hole in the center, i mean, the label was so worn, i could see THROUGH it...
so now i've got a little duct-tape drink coaster that happens to be the same size as a CD...........
i also fought with a gun sling today... 3-point tactical sling for a submachine gun i have... it was bitch and a half to figure out.. but i finally got it to work right... wrote the company, told them to include instructions with the product...
have a really busy day tomorrow... i have a realtive who needs driving to the doctor in the morning, then i have a shitload of stuff to do here at home, then i have to take same realtive to a hair appointment, then it's off to h'burg to help adrenna with some pictures for her new site (i'm guessing her MySpace page)... she told me i'm the only person she trusts to take good pictures of her, so i obliged... no biggie i guess... then we gotta go kidnap this nat'l guard kid, and hang for the evening...
god i'm fucking tired...
BHC
Dinner
DAMN i ain't eat that good in a spell or so!!!
i had an 8 oz. ribeye, marinated in Montreal style seasonings, splashed with lime, and a chili-lime chicken pasta dish that was to kill for, with a glass of red wine.... MMMmmm good!!!
in other news,
nothing...
oh yeah, and i got the tire fixed... i had to pay $55 and walk around in wal-mart ALONE for three fucking hours, but at least i had 4 full size tires to drive home on... now my back seat is a wreck... at least, i'm sure it is a wreck... i can't say that for certain though, seeing as i can't SEE my fucking backseat for all the SHIT piled up on it...
it may be time to clean my car out...
i'm feeling.... strange....
like something isn't right...
i can't quite describe it, but it's bugging me.... hrmm
i'll wait it out.
BHC
Holy Popping Tires, BatFuck!
well, i thought i'd have to come home, and do another boring ass post about my meaningless day at work...
apparently, i've been decieved...
well, i guess that's not 100% true... i did have a really boring, typical day at work, that isn't one fuck worth mentioning in the blog... but the event before and after work are for sure blog-worthy...
last night, i went a-mallrattin' with my friends, which is always fun... good buddy DaveyCakes was kind enough to use his age to purchase us a 12-pack of brews... (he sure didn't get it with his looks!!! LOL just kidding dave, you know we all think you're dead se------ :? ) so after a long night out (and tacos) we headed back to scotts for the evening, and me, him, and john proceeded to murder said 12 pack... we had another round or two of S.W.A.T. team tatics practice, again, hunting the fabled "Fat Cat of Maynard"... we actually found it cowering in the exact same spot we trapped it in last time, almost a week ago! LOL
then, very drunk, we all proceeded to pass out while watching season four of south park...
i woke up with about 30 minutes to get to work....
fuck...
fast foward roughly 8.534561 hours, to 10:30... the third shift all present and accounted for, i bid my farewells, and headed out to the car... this is where the fun begins.... i got onto interstate, heading home.... as i pull onto the highway, i notice the on-ramp Cop got his first kill of the night, and he pulled out in front of me to chase them... he got them, about another mile down the road, and i switched lanes to give him some room... well, i got too far over, and got my drivers-side tires in the little bumpity-bumps on the side fo the road... and i guess i must have picked up something in the left rear tire, because in about another 5-600 yards, i was getting my kidneys shaken out of place by a flat fucking tire... on goddamned interstate, doing at leat 65 at the time (i was switching lanes after all)... fucking scared the hell out of me... and the tire looks like hell, too... it literally blew the fuck up... i'll post a picture later...
and thus, i'm coming to you all an hour or so later than i normally would have tonight... and, this concludes our segment for today, please join us tomorrow when we cover a special report: "Llammas- Why we Love to Hate Them"
BHC
p.s: just kidding about the llamma thing.. i mean, i love the little fuckers, but i aint writing no damned report on them...
a really fast post i didn't even have to write...
Passion in my eyes, I lived it everyday, but how could you go throw it all away?
In my dreams it's me and you, it's there I saw it all come true
As time went by faith in you grew, so one thing's left for me to do
I feel it burn inside, burn in me like the rising sun
Lifted into the sky, took away the only thing I loved
I know after tonight all your power crumbles in my arms
So don't worry, I'll be fine, when my life ends, I'll leave this scar
A smoking gun in hand, now don't you realize what you've done
Put a bullet in his back, your hero since you were so young
How could you kill the man who brought salvation through your pain
He must mean everything to end it all this shameful way
Passion in my eyes, I lived it everyday, but how could you go throw it all away?
In my dreams it's me and you, it's there I saw it all come true
As time went by faith in you grew, so one thing's left for me to do
I started here so young and helped you get along
Just did it for the love, and people healed through us
Don't live you life in vain, don't take it out on me
You're cracked, so just remember, I'm not your enemy
I don't deserve to fall this way, by a man who felt betrayed
I felt so down now you're around to rescue me
Every note and every word I'm listening, yeah
Sometimes problems seem too deep to take (too hard to take)
Sometimes I cry thinking my future looks so bleak
Finally, together we were destined, I know what's best for us in the end
Someone hear me, someone stop me, someone listen, why aren't you listening?
Passion in my eyes, I lived it everyday, but how could you go throw it all away?
In my dreams it's me and you, it's there I saw it all come true
As time went by faith in you grew, so one thing's left for me to do
In my dreams it's me and you, it's there I saw it all come true
As time went by faith in you grew, so one thing's left to finish you (hahaha)
Bitch work and Cars
who'da thunk it? i'm the SHEETZ BITCH... i did every bit of imaginable bitch work today, just short of cleaning out shitters bare handed... i bagged ICE for a fucking hour... who knew that our ice was bagged at location, and not delivered to us prebagged??? i sure as fuck didn't... then i was asked to clean the car wash basin floor... this means cleaning the build up of undercarriage SHIT that accumulated on the floor of the car wash, and washin it all down the main drain grate... not a problem, if you're using a pressure washer, like i would have done if say, DQ had a fucking drivethru carwash... but no, i was handed a push broom, and a fucking 10-ft. garden hose with a hole in it, and told to have fun... FUCK THAT! but i did it, even though it must have taken 2 hours... they didn't even shut down the damn carwash for a little while so i could clean it uninterrupted... i had to wait for other people to get there car's washed before i could continue... hell i had to wait on two carwashes before i could even get in there to hook up the damned garden hose!!! i got my shoes and socks soaked through, and on a cold ass january day, you can bet your sweet ass i wasn't happy about it... but i digress.... i finished that, and then our manager informed me the the drink coolers needed to be stocked.... BOTH of them... these are refridgerated coolers with all matter of beverages in them (except alcohol)... and i had wet feet..... if i die from a cold, i'm having my mother sue the fuck out of SHEETZ and after she takes a cut, my burn bros get the rest... then it was empty the trash, clean the men's room (twice), and then hop back on a register till my shift was over...
not a bad day at work, you know, but for sure not the best either... (i'd take that anyday over the incident last week, for sure)
also, i've decided which car i want and can HAVE on a practical level... i mean yeah, i want a Dodge Viper, but i can't justify blowing $60,000 on a car... i found an older modle sports car that i am totally content with, and can reasonably afford within the next year or so... a 1992 Nissan 240SX hatchback... it's a nice, sporty little car, and since it's used, it'll be cheaper to get ahold of than most other cars... doesn't mean it'll be easier to find though... Snuggs and i spent most of last night looking for 240s online... suprisingly enough, she found more of them than i did... lol
of course, this can also me misconstrued by the fact that i've been playing ALOT of Need for Speed Underground 2 recently, and i've been driving that very same car... could just be a passing thing, but who knows...
maybe i'll roll up in Cleveland one day in a 240SX.... :wink:
BHC
the Finale to the Recap... Finally...
well, it would seem i'm getting behind on the blog thing....
when we last left our hero.....
to sum things up, the party continued into friday and saturday, when the ball dropped... it was more of the same really, and a good time was had by all, blah blah blah and we all lived happily ever after, nevermind burned, shot, cut, and shamed...
enough of that...
monday was a day of work.... nothing important there, except i saw my name on the actual printed schedule for the first time... the amount of hours i recieved is shoddy at best, but negotiations are in the works to rectify the situation...
i've been playing the hell out of NFSU2... it rocks... i haven't felt so compelled to get up each day and play a game as i do with this one, in a long time... prolly not since i got Hitman: Contracts... or Morrowind.... :? anywho...
i'm now going to put some song lyrics in here... it's just a verse or so, but i heard these words tonight for the first time... that's not to say i hadn't heard them before, but tonight, i actually LISTENED to them... figured it out... made sense of it all... it's nothing majorly important, but i figure it's better than just writing a two sentence post summing up my adventures from LAST WEEK...
Should we try this again with hope? (Bye, bye)
Or is it lost, give up the ghost
And should I die all alone as I knew I would...
Then burn in hell young sinner
Hey, Hey!
If it was up to me
I would've figured you out
Way before the year clocked out
Oh, I hope you're waiting
Oh, I hope you're waiting
Now listen well... will you marry me?
(Not now, Boy)
Are you well in the Suffering?
You've been the most gracious of hosts
You may be invited, girl, but you're not coming in
gnight all
BHC
4 day recap - part 1
so, a few days to catch up on eh? let's make a timeline...
Wednesday - i worked again, as usual, but only a 2-8 shift, two hours shorter than my usual... which is a damn good thing. it's safe to say i had my first bad night at work wednesday night... the only confusing part is that it really had nothing to do with work... just one particular "customer" who came in the store, and brought alot of damage in with her... i had another panic attack, tried to throw up, but couldn't, and since it was a mere 30 minutes before 8 when it happened, i requested an early night off... not hard to accomplish when you have a sympathetic manager. i left work, called a few friends, made the proper requests, and within the hour, i was greeted in a parking garage downtown with two meaningful hugs, and a bottle of smirnoff... i had on my longest black trenchcoat, my clockwork orange bowler, and even my 1/2 finger hobo gloves with the iron crosses on the knuckles... smoking succulent Cloves and sipping on a brown paper bag... walking around downtown, forgetting the nights events... and i must say, it worked well... i laid off the vodka for a while, long enough to walk around wal-mart and sober up... i then proceeded to drive to scott's house for the night... i needed refuge... home couldn't offer the me comforts i felt i truely needed last that night... the evening continued with bouts of hilarious laughter and drunken Quidditch, and i saw my scottish friend really, truely wasted for the first time ever... and that was a great sight to see... it made me happy to see him that jolly and intoxicated... he really is a great drunk!
Thursday - yay for another night of work... i woke up, hungover as hell, but with still enough time to recover before leaving for work. now, thusday night was planned to be the actual party night... EVERYONE would be there tonight... scott and i just got to it a day early, and for damn good reason. so i did the work thing, and thankfully, nothing severe happened while i was there; chalk up another good day at work... and with a decent 30 minutes break on my eight hour shift, and placing calls to several important people, including the one i love, how could it not have been a good day? i clocked out, and hung around in the parking lot, waiting on a few other party goers, whom i had to lead into the neighborhood... i arrived fashionably late, but i arrived with three girls in tow... one of which is the one i love... greeted at the door by scott, who was wasted again, but this time, still sober enough to make a joke.. he took an empty rum bottle, filled it with water, and met us downstairs... he proceeded to jim belushi style chug the entire bottle (of water), making us think that he was out of his fucking mind... but alas, his drunkeness later revealed to us the true nature of his joke, and we all laughed... from about that point on, the rest of thursday night was a blur... i got into another bottle of vodka and gatorade... oh, and some tequila... so help me, if i ever meet this "Pepe Lopez", i swear to god, i'll kick his fucking ass... damn you Pepe Lopez!!! (theres a special level of hell reserved for the inventors of such things as tequila....)
i shall end here for now, but not without saying this: thursday night, i hurt the one i loved, again... not that i, or anyone else even noticed it at the time (my mother actually brought it to my attention the next day), but she was put off by the nights events... and i want to sincerely apologize to her for the way things went the one hour she was present at said party... i'm not gonna candy fucking coat it with pretty words and fables of love, i'm just gona to say, and meaningfully as i can via the internet and all it's wonders, that
i am sorry...
stay tuned for parts 3 and 4 of our exciting adventure in drunktopia
BHC
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