Thursday, November 25, 2004

No Movie and a Dinner

Saturday was very entertaining. I would like to say only me and Dez go through such oddness. So let me share my wonderful odd day.

I woke up at 6:20 in the am. Why the hell would I get up so early in the morning? Work. Why would I work on a Saturday? Why? Don’t I have a party happening on this day all day long? No. Don’t I need to rest from the party on Friday? No. I am going to work this early in the morning because I don’t have vacation time so I gotta work off my time off I’m taking to go on a cruise. Where? I am going somewhere where they have islands

So I get to work by 7. Guess what? I did not have to be there until 7:30. Sucks. I could have squeezed out 30 more minutes of sleep. But noooooooooooooooo I had to get there at 7 a.m.

Anyway it was a boring day. Slightly entertaining but I was looking forward to a movie viewing. Dez informed me that we had to be at Churn and BJ’s house by 7:30 pm. I looked and found times. I found a 5:15 for “Motorcycle Diaries.” That is all I wanted to see.

So we (and when I say we I mean me)go to the theater slightly late. I kick Dez out to get the tickets and I go to Wal-Mart for my snacks.

I quickly go in to grab my crap. Quickly would have been nice, but there was a flood of vehicles coming into Wal-Mart’s parking lot. So I had to park far and run to Wal-Mart. I get in and get my stuff and I head out. Upon going to the exit I see what I think is a mass exodus from Houston into Wal-Mart. A good 30 people came in while I was going out.

I called Dez and she said it was not playing at the time I stated. So I go through movies over the phone until I show up right next to her. None of the movies I listed ended before 7:30, they all ended after that time. That blew mad angry watermelon chunks. I was irritated saying she better have dinner ready at 7:30 otherwise I will be very sad that I could have seen a movie.

Dez called and Churn said no don’t come. So yeah we were stuck on “cool” Westheimer with hardly the money to be there. So I needed gas. Cheap is what I wanted. So we go to H.E.B. ( a grocery store) and of course we go to the one where they have no gas. Yay it’s time for me to use my Chevron card. I put 3$ in my tank and I’m done.

We go to the Sketcher’s store because I love Sketchers and they were having a buy one get one ½ thing. So cool. I go in there and there are so many cool shoes. I did want so bad to buy the entire store. It could be my shoe closet.

I find cool shoes. But I still look. Dez finds some guy shoes but she has fairy feet no ogre feet so bam no shoes for her. She was looking with me and then all of a sudden a freak starts yelling about being left bla bla by an employee. Wawawawa all the way home. He looked like a loser. Screaming just because he was left all alone aw.

I don’t know if he was screaming to be right or to scare off people. Whatever the reason he is the one that looked very stupid and had he died of a heart attack right there I would not have cared.

I did see this guy having a girlfriend doing all the shoe grabbing. Is that lame? Very. Who is too lazy to get their own shoes to try on? He is.

Churn had asked us to get a chair. Why? Well because she only had 4 chairs and 5 people were coming. Because she cannot count we have to stop at a store to get another chair. The funny thing is it isn’t any store. Nope. It is the God of all stores Wal-Mart. I told Dez that we do not want to go there. It is not good for us to go in there. We end up going anyway.

We find a chair. Too expensive for our wallets. I find a stool. Just right. Then I hear the CDs calling me. Whatever do I do? I give in and go. What do I find? I find Simple Plan for 13$. As we are leaving the CD section I see 9.99. Not a CD I want just the price. So I put A Simple Plan back and get 3 9.99 CDs. Two Country CDs and the BeeGee’s Greatest Hits. I also get two more monsters and a water. I did not need to go into Wal-Mart. It has an evil pull on me.

We end up getting to their house a little late. I finished up my drinks. Dinner was slightly ready at the right time. There was pork chops, rice, plantine, mash potatoes and shrimp. I found out how hungry I was. Everyone ends up eating and getting full. I end up finishing everything but the plantine because BJ love those. He was afraid I would eat them all. I ate everything up. I had 3 pork chops, the rest of the potatoes, shrimp and rice. I ate like I had just smoked pot.

BJ and Churn argued about whether or not he likes leftovers. They’ve been married about 7 months or so and that is there argument. Funny because that should be known. Churn argues verbally and BJ argues silently. It is very entertaining. The food was great and I had fun. We did get to see In America there. It was okay.

Dork Lesson #16 It is dorky that one would be addicted to an energy drink so much that they get two and drink them within an hour of starting. Instead of staying away from stores that you know you’ll buy something you think you can go into the store and get one thing and come out without arm full of things. That is uber dorky.

Sunday, October 31, 2004

No Pills But It's Okay To Burn The Place Down

So I went to Buzz Fest yesterday. It is a Radio all day concert thing. We go every year. They hold Buzz Fest twice a year. At the Woodlands they check everyone to make sure they don’t have certain items. I know they do this because I’ve been before. But I never knew they were willing to be a pain in my butt by taking my pills away. Why? I don’t know. I mean people get to bring in lighters.

If you don’t know lighters light cigarettes and weed. But do they check for weed? Not good enough when I can smell it. But that is beside the point. The point is that they allow lighters, the thing that burns things. The thing that has the ability to burn faces off of people and buildings. But I can't brin in my medication that harms no one.

All day long I would be making reference to the fact that they can bring in those kinds of clothes and I cant bring in my pills. Or that guy can wear a mask around and I can’t bring my pills in. Which is really stupid because he can wear that stupid mask around hiding his face and I can’t bring in medication that is suppose to help me? That just ain’t right.

I found that very irritating. It was just stupid. Then there is the problem of people not wearing shirts. Now I understand that the shirts cause some to be hot. That’s understandable but it isn’t right to put me through the torture of staring that people that have horrible bodies that need not to see the sun.

One in particular was this very big guy. He looked like he was close to three hundred pounds. He didn’t have a shirt on and it was fat upon fat upon fat that was blocking my view of my way to my seat. Not only was he fat he had some sort of sores on him that I didn’t even look at long enough to tell what they were. I felt that I had the right not to lose my lunch at the sight of people like that.

There were guys that walked around that had this thing with wearing shirts half way on and half way off like they were some sort of cool. I really thought that they should either have taken the shirts off or kept them on. It was lame.

Not as lame as these hats that I kept seeing girls wearing. There were, I think, actually three that were wearing them. They were big round black hats with pink boas around the brim. It was huge and obnoxious to look at.

AOL was there and they were giving out shirts. I got one. They were molded into the AOL guy. And when held correctly it looks like a gun. So I was shooting all the losers in hopes they would actually die. I don’t have that kind of good luck. Though that did not stop me from trying to shot people in hopes they would just disappear.

The bands were good. I was glad the Exies decided to come because we messed them two years ago when they were there. Story of the Year was good. Seether was good. Then there was Breaking Benjamin. They were on the side stage. There isn’t enough room for everyone who was at the concert to be at that stage but they tried. There were a mass of people there. They were good enough the other time I saw them so I went through the sea of people just to see them. It was worth it.

When we were watching the concert there were these kids that sat behind us. They couldn’t be more then 14 years old. There was one that kept saying we should sit down and he would just scream like “ehhhhhhhhh” really loud or say some vulgar thing. We ignored him and watched the concert. It was great fun because he thought he was being “cool”. Our section, again, was boring. Except for the couple that sat next to us who were moving some what everyone else looked like they didn’t want to be there.

Of course there were drunk people who sat next to us who would reach out and touch people who walked by. Mainly they would touch little kids. They wouldn’t touch guys that were as tall as the wall or anyone that looked like they could beat the living crap out of them. They thought they were so funny. They were so stupid.

There was the magic word of “F” that was going on all day long. Every band had to say it and they thought they were cool for saying. I really didn’t want to hear it an y m ore. It was the most annoying thing to hear that word every single time they stopped playing.

Velvet Revolver was last, they were the main band, and they were not good to me. I’m sure a lot of people thought they were good I was just not one of them. They reminded me too much of the eighties, which I don’t like, and there was too much no shirts going on that I’d rather not see.

The entire concert was good. I just hope next time it is slightly better and there are bands that I really like going. The bands that went were good but they didn’t play the good songs that I like. I hate that but all in all I had a lot of fun. Mainly because I was with really cool people and that makes a difference.

Dork Lesson #15 It is dorky taking a shirt that is something else and making it out to be a gun. It is dorkier to pretend to shot people with it. It is the most highest form of dorky to actually think that the gun could make people exist no more.

Saturday, September 25, 2004

Forgotten Daughter

So today—which would mean Saturday the 25th—me and Dez went to the movies. First I had a major binge on my X-Men game and then I wet to eat with Dez at a Chinese buffet place. It was good. We then went to Kroger’s so that I could fine me some mustard covered pretzels that I really crave. All they had was crappy honey mustard and I really didn’t want that. So I made us drive to the Wal-Mart to look. They had the same kind and not the kind I wanted. Under duress, which was caused by Dez, I decided to get those crappy pretzels and she got some cheese popcorn.

In the car I ate some and they made me want to wish never to eat that nastiness ever again. I freakin hated them. They tasted like something that shouldn’t be eaten by the likes of me. So I traded with Dez. That was good but I would have rather have my idea of good mustard pretzels then that crap.

We get to the movie theater and she had our big bags of stuff hidden in her sweater and it was making all kinds of noise. So she decided to stand off to the side as I bought the tickets. The movie was about to start because our fifteen minute buffer of previews was almost over. I was second in line behind this old woman. This is why old people suck. They just go to the movie and wing it. Well while they are wing it I have to sit there and wait for this old couple, her man came up next to her, to decided if they want to see this movie or that movie. I knew what I wanted to see and she couldn’t make up her old fading memory brain. I cannot stand that.

Any way we get into the theater and we sit down and we are about to watch The Forgotten. This movie has the very pretty red head Julian Moore, who happens to be my next choice should Sandra Bullock turn me down. It is rare that I like older women but those would be the major two that are competing, in my imagination, to get me. I wanted to see this movie from the previews we have been seeing it since summer. I had no idea I would end up liking it as much as I did. I can’t really say what it is about other then that it deals with a child that the mother lost and then people start telling her she never had a child. That is as much as I can say without ruining the movie. I was wondering how they were going to make it interesting because it had a great possibility to be a boring movie about a weird but fascinating topic. But the movie handled that very well. It has a few surprises that might make one jump because it occurs so abruptly. There is one scene in that movie that is in most movies but what occurs during the shot isn’t what the shot conveyed would happen. I mean it was shot similar to what movies do but what occurred wasn’t what the shot was leading to believe would happen. It was a great surprise and I really liked it. This movie had me. I love to be had. I like to not be able to figure it all out until the characters figure it out. I like that feeling of not knowing it allows me to enjoy the movie. I would see this movie again with people that have not seen it. I would also love to buy it because it is a great movie, to me that is. I would give this movie an A-.

During that movie we had three girls that sat behind us. And one of them would freak out during the movie because of what happened. She said, loud enough for me and Dez to hear, that it was scary and funny but scary first. Every time it occurred she would sound scared and then she would laugh. I can’t say exactly what she said because it would ruin the movie but it was mildly entertaining to hear that.

Then I had to piss and Dez went to get us a drink. Then we headed to the next movie which was First Daughter. This was the movie that was suppose to go up against Mandy Moore’s Chasing Liberty, but they decided to push it all the way until now. It is funny that they came up with very similar ideas. It was very similar to almost to the end. The endings to these movies are different. I like Katie Holmes and I like her in this movie but the movie itself was lacking. It was decent it just was missing something that Chasing Liberty had a little more of. They both have unique Secret Service men and they both had over protective fathers, but they were both different on the way the movie felt. First Daughter wasn’t a movie that I would really want to see again. I think I know what it was lacking—it lacks heart. It didn’t have enough of it and it didn’t have the humor either. And I really didn’t like the ending. It was abrupt and it didn’t tie things together. I didn’t like the clothes that were worn in the movie it was not great ideas. What is it that I liked about the movie? I have no idea what it is that I liked about the movie other then the guy in the movie reminded me of someone and I thought that was funny. I just kept thinking about the Forgotten while I was watching this movie. I give First Daughter a C+. It had nice effort but it didn’t give enough for me to really want to care and it brought nothing new to the idea of such a movie.

Me and Dez spent a nice day at the movies and when we walk out it is nice and dark and we head to the car. We hear this truck that is playing this song. It sounds really familiar but I couldn’t remember what it was until it go to the chorus which was “Were men in tights” and I started to laugh. These girls were blasting it and they were laughing and getting a kick out of people’s reactions. I thought it was funny.

Dork Lesson #14—It is dorky that I still haven’t made that list. It is also Dorky that I had fruit at the Chinese restraint and the Cantaloupe was freakin hard. Hellooooooo do we have to have hard cantaloupe? No. It would have been nice if it was nice and juicy the way I like it. Shut up with the nasty thoughts. It is dorky how we got our big bags of pretzels and popcorn into the theater. It is freakin hot outside and Dez is bring in a sweater to hide our crap. I know that should have looked odd but in the name of dorkiness everywhere it had to be done. Until next time dorksters good day.

Ace Love

On that Sunday after my three movie splurge I went and saw Wimbledon with Dez. That was the movie that she decided to see on Saturday so that was the one that I did not see.

That movie was good. Paul Bettany and Kirsten Dunst were so intoned with each other in this movie. And because of that it made it much better then I thought it was going to be. Much better. I didn’t expect to really like this movie as much as I did. It was simple Paul was a tennis player who was about to retire and Kirsten was a tennis player making a great name for her self and set to win Wimbledon, unlike Paul who would be happy to win once. It had a lot of heart and a great script. It also had characters that were 3d instead of the 2 dimensional crap that I’ve been seeing lately. I have to say that the ending to that movie was very good because it was so intense. The camera angles that they had throughout the movie were fantastic. They made an over done genera into something that was well done. Comedy Romance movies lack sometimes because they are done so often and rehash the same things in the same way. Wimbledon is a Comedy Romance but it doesn’t rehash what has been done before. It has similar aspects but spins them into a very creative movie that stands out instead of camouflages itself into what already exists out there. I love the ending to that movie. It was so well done and it was amazing at how intense it made me feel. I want to watch it again. There was a guy in that movie that was young tennis player that was a real jerk. I just hope that wasn’t some sort of copy of a real young tennis player such as Andy Roddick, because that would make me upset for thinking he was cool. Grrrr if it is true.

Dork Lesson #13—For one I have yet to make my list of dork lessons like I stated to begin with. That seems to be a running gag. It is dorky of me to make a whole ‘nother post into my blog when this one could have fit in with the previous one. It is also dorky that I’d rather have this one separate so that the name for the other blog post wouldn’t be a lie. Yeah I am beyond dorky and that is why this blog is soooooooooo cool.

3 In a Row Tic Tac Toe

So I had major movie withdraw and had to go see movies last weekend the 17th and 18th. I saw three movies. It was a big day. I had to go by myself. I went and saw Mr. 3000, Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, and Resident Evil: Apocalypse. There was one from each genre; almost, comedy then action and then horror.

So I’ll start with Mr. 3000. This would be the comedy. Of course it was funny because Bernie Mac is a funny guy. If you don’t like Bernie then you wouldn’t like this movie. It is that simple. Bernie is a funny man and he does not have that lacking in this film. The film has my home team the Astros, but no one I would recognize. Through the movie it was hard to be upset at them, even if they were made to be the “evil” team. It had a decent heart for the movie but it was nothing spectacular for me. It was funny and it had great moments, plus the ending was the best part, but there was something lacking—something missing from that film. I believe the problem lays in the fact that it didn’t have very good character development and so caring for anyone outside of Bernie was difficult to muster up. I would watch it again but there is no way I would see it in the theater again. There is no way I would buy this movie. With that in mind I would give this movie a B.

The next movie was Sky Captain and that movie had already started. So I missed some of the beginning, but as I watched it I don’t think it really mattered if I did. They had a great cast. There was great chemistry occurring between all the characters. The visuals were very amazing for what they did. I was astonished but got over it rather quickly. AJ was very hot in this movie. Her commanding demeanor was most attractive. The script was anything but great. I felt that it was slow witted and boring. It had its moments, but nothing astounding. There was a couple of interesting punches and one cleaver running gag that did almost make it worth it. I have to say, again, it was amazing with visual grandeur but nothing that would make me want to rave about it or buy it. I wouldn’t really want to sit through it again. So 2 shots and a lens cap latter I give it a B-.

I walk out of that movie feeling a little let down but I’ll live. I have a some major time to sit around and try not to be asked what I am still doing at the movie theater. So I sit on one of the benches and I am writing what I think about the two movies I saw. I am waiting for the movie to be seated for Resident Evil. There was this young boy and his friend walking by and they see this movie called Paparazzi and said Pizzeria. I can so see how he even thought that. This is why reading is very important children. Very. I did write down the name of my blog’s web address on several sheets of ripped up paper and I laid one down. I was doing some very odd advertising. Odd because one I didn’t do it again and two I just left it there. I am weird and yet I don’t care.

I was about to go into the theater to sit down when I saw that the manager was in there looking at something. I decided that he might be looking for tickets from people. But that is weird so I changed my mind and thought he was looking for Id’s to make sure people were of the right age to be in there. That was more reasonable then what I was thinking. I fixed it out. I am going to fight this paranoia thing until it is none existent. I am going to do it and it will not win me over. Don’t worry I am okay.

Resident Evil was something I really wanted to see because I really did like the first one. This one was different from the first one. It was decent but I really didn’t like it as much as the first one. But I am not upset I spent money to see it (if you see it that way). It had moments where it was good. The one thing it really didn’t have was the laser scene that the first one had. The one where the lasers chopped people up, even after the guy dodged several of them. That sucked big time but it was still cool. Though this one had a great ending that was almost like the beginning of a third movie. So it was the end of the second movie but felt like the beginning of a third. I really liked the end of that movie a lot. It was just as weird as I like and made watching that movie very entertaining. I find it funny that they don’t call them Zombies. They say something about dead coming back to life for some odd regenerating reason that I am to board to even begin to figure out. I would buy the first one and with that I would almost have to buy the second one. I would buy the second one mainly for the ending. The ending was just good. It was “Wow” for me. I give this movie a B.

I felt really relaxed after all of these movies. Ah I did forget to mention that I drank too much during one of the first two movies and I couldn’t wait for it to be over. I had to piss so bad. BAD. I did manage not to piss in my pants. It was a remarkable feat considering how bad I had to piss.

As I was waiting to see Resident Evil I heard the teenagers doing the cleaning talking about how easy one side of the theater was then the other. I decided that would be the best job in the theater to be the people that clean up. You wouldn’t have to deal with stupid lame people at the concession stand or the ticket counter. You would just get to clean up the crap instead of talk to it.

So it is time for the dork lesson number #12. Ooooooh it is the bad luck number. So lame. I still have not fulfilled my promise of doing the list that I stated I would do. It is very dorky to write the web address to my blog on torn up pieces of paper and then lay only one out of four out. Which it probably didn’t even get into anyone’s hands other than the hands of someone throwing it away. That is okay because I’ll think of something better to do to advertise my great self. *rolls eyes* I do have to add that it is major dorky to go see three movies in a row and then say one is relaxed. But it is very true I am more relaxed after seeing a movie by myself. It is my haven from things that are trying to ruin what is left of my world.

Friday, September 17, 2004

The Stupid Relationship of Whore and Idiot to the Nth Degree

So it has been a while since I have posted on this great blog. I’ve not really had any grand moments to share except for this one:

I pride myself on being a very good friend. Unlike most people I can ignore the wrong that has been done and move on with the friendship. The things is one can only be wronged so many times. And that is where my story begins with wrong after wrong after wrong.

Let me use real names because I don’t care any more. I use to care. I use to care that these two were human and disserved consideration as such but I’ve learned that it might look human but that doesn’t mean it is human. A human would have compassion and love for someone that they’ve been friends with for well over 7 years. That is what a human would do.

If I were to mark down the hurtful and wrong things this person did I would lose count. But because we were friends I could get over it knowing that she didn’t mean to do it. That is no longer the case. She is no longer a child and therefore would have to be held accountable for her deceit of forgiveness.

I did state I would use their real names, and that I shall. First is Sarah. But because she is no longer worth being nice to, I will call her Whore. Why whore? Well whore is just another form of idiot just a little more severe. Should anyone be offended by such a word I would like to state that I didn’t invite you to read now did I? And if I did and you are offended you really don’t know me very well. I will only be using Whore when Sarah, who is Whore by the way, makes a stupid mistake. Now you may see the name Whore a lot and I could only hope you would put two and two together and get the fact that she is.

Sarah and I met in High School when we were sophomores. We had fun through High School. We had our inside jokes, we had our buddies, and we had our fun. She had just gotten out of a relationship with Steven who happened to be an idiot to the nth degree. He wasn’t too nice. Therefore when I showed interest she would become a Whore and drag me in and push me away for the next seven years.

When they state that love is blind they were not kidding. Had anyone seen Sarah during this time they would have thought she swallowed herself. But I was truly in love. I was not caring that she was putting on weight or that her face was as round as a dinner plate because love doesn’t see such deformities. No love allows one to make a fool of oneself because there would be no other reason I would fall for a Whore like her.

On and off again. Cold and hot, that is how it was for the longest time. Though Sarah would claim, like a Whore, that she wanted something out of our relationship and not only would she claim that she would also claim I, a the time, did not. She tried to blame me like a Whore. Never did she apologize for the way she treated me and there is no doubt in my mind she knew exactly what she was doing and had done.

November 2002 I send a letter stating that I liked her. See how horrid love can be? I would do this in hopes that she would have a change of heart from Whore to good person. No such luck was with me all seven years. It is important to note that she claimed to be my best friend during this time. She said we were and I thought we were. I never really questioned it until I received the letter back stating she met someone. That information is important in a best friend setting. Important because best friends tell each other about such things via the phone or in person, they do not act like a Whore and send it through snail mail. Sarah is a Whore because that is what she did. She took what I thought was a special relationship and kicked in the guts and allowed to writher and die because she was human enough to give a care.

At the time I thought how weird that was but I really didn’t give it that much thought. I did, however, want to meet this “Shawn” or like I will be calling him “Idiot to the Nth Degree.” So me and some friends head to that side of town to eat with Sarah and meet Shawn. It really was a surprise type thing, she had no idea we were coming. We did get to meet Shawn and in that brief time I did think of him as an Idiot to the Nth Degree. And as I would learn I was not far from the truth. I was actually a little too nice with what I thought of him.

Meeting him once was not enough to me, even though my thoughts on him were almost dead on from the start, so I made sure to spend more time with him again and again. Each time was no different then the last. He, being and Idiot to the Nth Degree, would flirt with other girls right in front of Sarah. He enjoyed poking them in the sides and making them jump. His clothes would have holes in them. Every time I saw him it was almost a game to count up the amount of holes in his clothes and the weird thing was that each time I would come up with another number. <>

I really thought this relationship was a joke. No sooner do I really start believing that do I receive an e-mail stating that the Idiot to the Nth Degree proposed to the Whore and the Whore said yes. She got a ring and decided, I don’t know how, that it would be a wise move to e-mail everyone this grand news. As a best friend, I know how stupid of me to even think that was still true; I thought this was a poor decision on her part. We were supposed to go out to eat at Red Robin that night. So I called her to make sure we were still on for that night. When I called her she didn’t even ask if I got her e-mail or tell me her supposedly “great news”. I would think that if it was such a fantastic event that she would want to tell everyone. Since she didn’t want to tell me flat out what occurred I decided to ignore the fact that I read the e-mail and go to dinner and ignore any sign of a ring until she told me.

All dinner long she didn’t ask me if I got the e-mail and she didn’t make mention of their engagement. Neither did the Idiot to the Nth Degree. It was no surprise that they wouldn’t talk about. But that doesn’t mean I was not hurt that my best friend would refuse to share that information on a more personal note instead of through e-mail.

It was down hill from there. None of her friends or her family thought this was a wise idea. 0. No one would tell her. I was not going to allow my friend to make such a mistake without thinking about it.

They already decided to have their wedding on October 31, 2003. Why, because they are Whore and Idiot to the Nth Degree who both refuse to think of anyone outside themselves. This nice Halloween date was on a Friday. I told her no one would be willing to go on a Friday. She instead that there were people that would.

I saw that I was going to be the only friend that would tell her straight up not to marry him or at least wait a while instead of rushing into it. She had not even known him for a year and she already thinks she wants to spend the rest of her life with him. I told her that he has disgusting clothes. He never looks clean and he has no reason to look the way he looks. He had a very unkempt house with dirt on the carpet and clothes every where and it stunk. He flirts with other girls in front of her. He never had anything clean to talk about and thought he was ALWAYS right.

She ends up telling me about how Shawn was abused when he was younger. That’s great, really it is. I mean here is a guy that already has social problems and he was abused on top of that? He doesn’t look like someone that has gotten over what occurred and it did not make me feel sorry for him. It made me not like him more. I know people who have been abused when they were a child and have grown up to be decent people that do NOT fall back on that past just to justify what they do. That was trouble when she told me that. I mean my aunt was in an abusive relationship for five years. She must have thought she could change him with love. I gave her waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much credit to being smart. I’ll never make that mistake again.

Because I did not kiss her fat Whore butt and say how great an idea it is for you to marry someone after only knowing them for eight months, she got mad at what I was telling her. She and I had a huge argument via e-mail and I am very vicious in e-mail. I am so horrid that people would wonder if I feel bad for sending what I send when I’m mad and all I have say to that is if I send it they deserved it and I refuse to take it back.

What happens is Whore changes the date from Friday to Saturday and didn’t say she was sorry for telling me how wrong I was. She sends out the invitations and does not send me one. There is no way it was solely her decision on that so I also blame the Idiot to the Nth Degree. I laughed and said wouldn’t it be funny if it rained that day, and it did. They had an outside wedding and it rained.

A week after their wedding I felt bad and called her and said that I am willing to work it out. She sucked at trying and that is why she is a Whore and forever more will be known as such. She didn’t like that I had something to say in January 2004. She hated the fact that I had valid points she couldn’t answer nor give good reason for what she did. And she still did not say sorry for treating me wrong.

Again I was willing to work things out and I thought things were fine until this Summer when Tessa came down from College. She wanted to spend time with us and invited Whore and Idiot to the Nth Degree and Whore told me she didn’t want to go because Shawn the Idiot has a problem with me. News to me, because I was under the impression that all was well and she allowed me to think this and she also chose to tell me I am no longer allowed to communicate with her. Isn’t that nice? Isn’t it great that my best friend the Whore couldn’t stand up for me or try to fix it. She claims to have tired but I highly doubt she did she has been lying to me this entire time about the well being of our relationship.

We had another run in via e-mail when I told her that her not helping to fix this problem was a problem and that I couldn’t spend the optimal time with Tessa because her and Idiot to the Nth Degree always got in the way. She told me to quit pretending I am the victim. That is so funny because I am the victim. That is why this will never be fixed because she thinks she is the victim. Well guess what victims don’t make their own hell. So if she is unhappy, which she is or she wouldn’t be so pissy, it is her own stupid decisions that got her to that place and the only person she could blame is herself. I do not feel sorry for her and her horrible marriage because I told her it wouldn’t work.

If I was still her friend, which I was always up to being, I would be less negative and more positive . . . . hey I am positive—I am positively right and she should acknowledge that and repent. Would I say, “I told you so”? Yes at this point in my life I would. She had no remorse for causing me the amount of pain and damage I will show no remorse to her and her anguish of a sucky marriage.

It isn’t right for her to be that afraid of her husband. And it is really sad that she cannot see that. And if anyone happens to read this, and you know exactly who you are, and I happen to get comments as if they are from Whore and Idiot to the Nth Degree I will know who told. I am not stupid.

I am pissed beyond compare how reckless she is and inconsiderate. With that in mind I am willing to make another pass at fixing this. She claims to be a “good” person and yet fails to share the qualities of a good person. In the case of her marriage: Failure is an option and it should be taken before the damage is too much.

Dork Lesson #11 – You thought this was too serious to have one of these at the end? Well it wasn’t too serious. It is dorky to state that you would run the list of Ten Lessons when you reached them and yet you are now on 11 and have yet to do so. It is dorky to be in love for seven years and not see how Whore like the person was. It is ultimate dork prowess to want to forgive and still be friends even after the heart has been raped for all its worth. And finally it is dorky to think anyone will read about your messed up relationship let alone find it entertaining.

Friday, August 27, 2004

Dollar Store Whore

Me and Dez were to go out thrift shopping on Sunday. Why? Because we wanted to, should there be another reason? Yeah that’s what I thought. Of course with the great weather we did have during the week, we would have to have thunderstorm weather for our weekend. So lovely and great are the two words that came to mind.

Dez drives us to what she thought was a thrift shop. But it wasn’t what she thought it was and therefore we didn’t get out of the car. We drove past the spot she thought it was at and we headed for the dollar store. That means we have to cross over a busy street in the rain in a car and it may seem easy but it wasn’t. The street we get on is two lanes and everyone had to squeeze into one lane. That sucked but the reason there was such suckiness is because a car battery died. Aw. We really didn’t have time to feel the sorry for them. It was raining and we had to make the light.

We get to the dollar store’s parking lot and Dez parks. Where does she park? Far freakin’ away from the door and the reason she does it is because, “There isn’t any parking that close.” And what do we see when we walk in the rain to the door as she tells me I am not going to melt? 3 parking spots and one of them is right there next to the store. She thinks it was okay to be cruel and mean to me. But all knows that that isn’t wise to do so.

We get in the store and we walk around. The whole reason we were going there was because we wanted to look at the shirts because last time we actually found something to get. But this time was different and crapy and we found nothing at all. So that sucked. We did, however, walk around the store to see if we see anything that we wanted. I was hungry but wasn’t allowed to eat because we were going to meet someone. So I wanted chips. I got chips.

I do look around and notice people have shopping carts which gives the impression that they are buying more than their two hands can hold. Which then I come to the conclusion that they have to shop at the dollar store because they can’t afford to go any where else and that’s okay. But I don’t want to be those people. I am pretty happy that I can go to the dollar store because I want to not because I have to. I don’t want to have to go to the dollar store because that would bite.

I decided I wanted to go and look at the wonderful pens that they have for a dollar. They were wonderful. So wonderful that some of them were open because apparently a dollar is way too much. Who in the world steals from the dollar store? Who? I mean it is only a dollar and then you decide what? That’s just too much for me. I can’t spend a dollar. What a dollar I’d rather spend only 99 cents. So I think I’ll steal this here pen because a dollar is way too much money for me to be shelling out for a pen.

I didn’t get it. Nor do I get my obsession with buying shirts even if they are from the dollar store. Well we did go out into our adventure to the thrift stores and it was unfortunate that they were all closed because they are good Christians and are not open on Sunday. I hate them. Why in the world would they or should they be closed on Sunday? No one knows.

Well I’m sure someone knows but that someone is not me. And therefore since it is not me and I don’t know this someone I say that no one knows. For as far as I know no one knows and that’s the way things are. Well should be. Anyway we end up eating wings and I end up stating we should start our own Olympic rowing team. And then Dez’s friend M says she’ll be the screamer screaming when to row. That’s fine because she is way to skinny to even row. I think her arms would fall off. That wouldn’t be pretty and I don’t clean up blood. That’s asking for something. What is it asking for—I have no idea but I don’t wanna clean the blood is that okay?

So we end up—as always—going to Wal-Mart because they need crap from there. I park far away from the door. Who complains? Not Dez because she knows she did the same thing to me but it was raining. I end up buying more shirts at Wal-Mart. I need a twelve step program for this addiction. But I like it. I love me the shirts.


Dork Lesson # 10 would be going to the dollar store for supplies and not because one has to but because one wants to. I will not state that stealing from the dollar store is dorky because I just find that stupid. Stupid dollar store stealers, what is up with that? Oh well we all can’t have the smartness.

Sunday, August 08, 2004

A Vanilla Out Shirtaholic

Friday was my cool double feature day. On my plate was Collateral and Napoleon Dynamite. No Dez this weekend she is off at a wedding it was just me. Me and me all alone which would be sad but I am far from boring even when alone.

My favorite movie theater would be the one that is called AMC 30. I love how incredibly ghetto it is. My favorite of all theaters it is so comfortable and cool and people are just normal. Then there are other theaters that I tend to go to only because it is the last resort. It would happen today because that is the way things go. I was to go with my aunt but she didn’t want to go today so that was a bust. I had a time to go at AMC 30 but it was too late for that one. Therefore the next best time was at AMC 20. Well the other reason was because AMC 30 has ticket guards and I’m not up to giving my money to anything other than Collateral. So AMC 20 was my choice.

AMC 20 is located in the rich part of town and it is where preppy was born. It happened to also be Friday and people like Friday so much that they drop their kids off at the mall and leave them there. Which makes it some kind of big baby sitting area and I do not like that one bit. So I have to suck it up and go there because I really want to see movies. I am running late. I have to speed all the way there which sucks in itself because of the construction that is occurring around my home area. Crap heads.

I am almost to the mall in where I am to see the movie and I end up having a moron want to get in front of me before the lanes merge. Okay fine but he decides to go slow. Butt monkey. I hate when people do that. I wish my car had some sort of cannon that would disable stupid cars like that. Anyway no matter I get to zoom past his slow butt later and head for Wal-Mart because I need money and some yummy snacks.

I get into Wal-Mart and get 3 packs of the yummy beef jerky and some tea. I use self checkout like a pro and I am off to the movies. I love it because I get there five minutes before the movie is to start and I speed walk my self into that mall. I see all the weird white posers that frequent that mall and think they would get their butt kicks if they were in my favorite side of town. No line so I get my ticket quickly and get into the theater and there was one preview before the movie started. I am good.

Collateral is about a taxi driver who ends up getting a ride that is a ride that changes his life forever. He is made to do things he would never do. It sort of an interesting event that causes some sort of confidence that he never knew he had. Vincent is the fare from hell for he has taxi driver man drive him to each kill. He would try to break him down by talking to him but Vincent is a smart one he is always 5 steps ahead. I liked the movie. It was a thinking thriller. It had some very interesting concepts that it put out there as to why things are done by people and that is a very fascinating thing to me.

Tom Cruise was a very good bad guy. I really didn’t like him towards the end. I did like the end because it tied in what was already discussed in the middle of the movie. There is a part where it shows the inability of communication between Cops and FBI I think that is freaky. Plan people because that is the way things should be handled. Winging it when someone’s life is on the line isn’t the smartest thing to do.

I give this movie a A-. I liked it that much. Weird. Well I don’t like it enough to shell out the money to buy it nor do I think I will see it again. But Tommy boy did a good job I give him so thumbs up. How about a good 7 because that is good and because Ebert doesn’t even have 7 thumbs no matter how many separate people could combine his weight.

That was the end of that movie and when the end comes that means I get up out of my seat and I go to the restroom and I wash my hands. Interesting place the restroom, they have these things called sinks. Now I don’t know if they have them in every restroom and bathroom in the world but they are cool things. Why are they cool? Well let me share that very prudent information: they have the ability to sanitize your hands when soap is used. Which happens to be the very happy companion of the sink and they both love to be used. Weird I know but true they like to be used because that is why they are there. A few guys are at this sink and some leave and I use it and what do you know there isn’t a drop of soap in that soap giver outer. Hummm what does that mean? That means they didn’t wash their hands. They go off and touch their girlfriends and their children and the handle and all they spread their penis germs all over. Which is why I try not to touch the handle I rather not have a handle on their penis when doing so. Because that is what you are touching when you touch something they touch and they didn’t wash their hands. Nasty. I wash.

I then take my body and sit down in the theater that is small for Napoleon Dynamite. It was about 20 minutes before it was to start. There were five kids in there. I was content with that amount. I sit down where I could put my feet up on this bar. I would hit the bar with my foot making it vibrate. It was good fun for 3 seconds. Then more children wonder it. It isn’t until there were lots of children that I realized it is PG movie. Sucks. I should never see a PG movie again. Children are fine but these jabber boxes wouldn’t talk in their 12 inch voices to each other. No they think that because they have blond hair and blue eyes it is best to yell so that others can see how big their mouth is. The stupid whores that sat behind me had to kick my chair. Which is only fine because they were getting up and sitting down otherwise I would have shot them in the breast had I not forgot my breast gun in the car. Darn it. Then there were to stupid whores that sat beside me and jabbered through the entire previews and wouldn’t shut up. They talked like they’ve never talked to each other ever. Why do people go to the movies and have conversations during the preview and the movie I have no idea? Losers. I was going to say something but it is only the preview so I allow it for now. They did end up shutting their useless mouths up so I could enjoy the movie.

Napoleon Dynamite was very funny. I liked how they did the credits at the beginning, very creative. The way that guy did his lines was funny. He would exaggerate some of the lines and that made what he said ten times more funny. The lethargic way some of the actors acted was pure comic genius for this movie. Napoleon’s talking on the phone is funny because he had to be out of the room so no one could hear him talk on the phone. Nothing has made me laugh like the way he dances. This movie was clean humor and it was funny. I like that they didn’t have to go raunchy on me.

During the movie, because I was sitting with posers of the universe club, a guy thought it would be funny to squeak his shoe against the floor. Wow the coolness in that. So lame. He got yelled at and he stopped. If he was really cool he would have continued to do it. What else was lame was the fact that during the movie there is a part where they play the theme of the A Team and I was thinking, “These morons in this theater haven’t a clue what that is.” I was one of four that would recognize that music. I hate that theater. Want another reason as to why I hate that theater? Okay, stupid blond bimbos behind me stood up and bimbo number 1 said, “That is a reason why you shouldn’t be a dork.” I wanted so bad to say, “And that is a reason why you are a whore.” But being I was surrounded by cookie cutters I decided that wouldn’t be one of the great situations to say something. I would save face and move on with life thinking she is a whore and all whores do are open up when they should close shop. Whore. Napoleon Dynamite gets an A+ from me and I will buy this movie in remembrance of the stupid morons I watched the movie with.

So I leave the theater and walk to my car. I walk there and I hear this R&B music booming and I watch the car park and out pops a white boy with his gangster gear on and I just thought, “I hate this theater” and “they would so die in my theater” so true. I was very vanillaed out.

It was Tax Free Weekend and I decided to go to this clothing store to by some shirts. They had shirts for ½ off and tax free. So I went looking through the cool stuff for my stuff and found a shirt that said, “Sarcasm one service I offer.” I love that shirt. Bought it. There was one I bought for a friend that said, “Rock is dead. Long live paper and scissors.” So cool. I also got a shirt that said Dukes of Hazzards and I am wearing it right now. Also I saw a shirt that said, “This is the I don’t give a crap shirt.” I loved that one. I didn’t have the money for it but it was funny. Next time I guess.

I did have to make a stop at Wal-Mart because I wanted to look at their CDs. I did happen to by a CD by Joe Nickels but only because it was 9 dollars. Then I did a nice search through shirts and I bought several which includes one that states “Slacker”. I am a shirtaholic and I need a 12 step program please help me. I bought 4 shirts at the other store and then 6 at the WallyMart so I need the help. Help me.

Dork Lesson #9 Caring which theater you are to go to is dorky. Having to go to Wal-Mart even though there isn’t enough time is dorky. Sitting in a movie and forgetting what the rating is, is dorky. Sitting in the theater and hating the people in it because they dissever to be hated is dorky. Thinking instead of saying what is on your mind for fear a mob will kill you and you would be a dead minority in a sea of white is dorky. Loving shirts that have funny sayings on them just because is dorky. Going to Wal-Mart and buying shirts close to midnight is dorky. Being a shirtaholic is dorky. But the to be a major dork you have to have invented the word shirtaholic.

Friday, August 06, 2004

The Twisting Village & the White Castle

Movie day that was what it was last week when me and Dez went to go see movies. We were going to go and see The Village and White Castle with the two names I can say but cannot spell. Oh Henry is one name the other has 5 U’s or whatever. Anyway that was the plan. Considering we wanted to laugh second we decided to go and see the Village first.

But before we venture to see such a movie we needed the Wal-Mart. We had a good fifteen minutes and it was Sunday so we were not afraid of anything taking too long. It was salty day for me I got some beef jerky and water. Oh and that stuff they stick by the cashier I look at all the time. They stick that stuff there for people like me. I saw some Trident citrus gum and I had to get some. I was going to get something else but Dez told me to quit. So I did. She got the citrus too. See it works.

So we head to the theater and when we start to see the line we see there is a line. What in the world? It is freakin’ Sunday why is there a line? Well there was two lines and both lines only had one person doing tickets. Okay that explains some of it but what was up with the . . . . oh there was old people. Everything was explained then. It was hot and no wind and there was a line of ten people in front of us and our movie started in like 1 minute. Well then there is 15 minutes of previews. We ran through other possibilities of how we could see the movies we wanted but we just wanted to see the Village first. So we stuck with the idea.

Funny thing about old people they say some really stupid things. This old couple in front of us could barely walk. There soon were two people handing out tickets for our line and one was open and the old man said, “Open your eyes buddy” to the next person in line and proceeds to say how slow people are as he hobbles to catch up with his wife. Yeah okay buddy. Good one. You keep believing you are not a snail and I’m sure it will be so.

We get our tickets and head inside to our theater. We made it just in time for it was only the beginning credits. That was so cool. I was excited to see this movie. Being that I’ve seen all the director’s other movies and of them Signs being my favorite I was sure I would like this one.

So we had to find a seat. Well normal movies would have a bright screen shot and then I could see where we could go. The Village was not normal and therefore left us in the dark. Nice. I decided we should just sit in the row in front of us and I tried to see if there was anyone there and there wasn’t, until I went closer and a leg moved. It was freakin’ dark and I was laughing because I couldn’t see my own feet. We sit down and enjoy the entire movie.

I can’t get into what the entire movie is about because that would ruin the concept it was trying to hide in the trailers. I would like to say that the trailers are not deceptive, they are not trying to make you think it is scary it is just not enough to put into the trailer without giving away the plot. I liked the trailer because I like not knowing the entire movie upon seeing the trailers. So don’t think it is scary because it isn’t. It has moments that are but as a whole it is more of a thinking movie then an actually “scary movie”. You keep that in mind and you will be fine. Oh and if you didn’t like Signs you probably will not like this movie. It isn’t fast. It is slow. But the lines in this movie are so well done. I love that about this movie. The lines are so good. I love the scene that is between Ivey and Lucius on her porch. It was such a well done scene in the movie and one of my all time favorites.

Ivey is such a great character and is so well acted by the one that played her. Bryce Dallas Howard, daughter of the director of the same last name, is Ivey. She is a special case and I will mention her only because I think the way she acted in this movie is warrant of some kind of award, even if it isn’t an Oscar. She was outstanding and I have yet to see anyone top that this year.

The ending may cause some sort of hate towards the movie but it was to my liking. Oh well to those who don’t like it you aren’t cool enough to. As for the “twist”, if you really believe there to be one, don’t be disappointed if you figure it out. It isn’t like you are some kind of genius or the Director/Writer was some kind of lameiod—it is because this time around it isn’t about the twist as much as it is about the reason.

Speaking of the Director he is in the movie and I will only say his reflection is caught and that is all I can say on that.

The Village gets and A+ from me because of the lines, the idea, the great acting, the great story and it is a smart film that only a few will find so.

The ending left me and Dez laughing because others would hate it. We both liked it. Anyway we didn’t have time to sit there and ponder it all the way through. We got up and headed for the next movie, White Castle. We noticed they had posted an employee who would be checking tickets on that side of the theater and if you didn’t have a ticket for that movie you couldn’t pass. I thought he wouldn’t care if we did but I wasn’t in a risk taking mood. Though we decided to stand outside the exit door and wait for someone to come out so we could go in. Did someone come out? No. We decided to go buy the tickets. Then a group came out the exit when we were already on our way to buy tickets. Mad? Yes I was. I told her the movie better not be on that side of the theater, and when we got our tickets it was. We get to the guy and he didn’t even bother looking at the tickets. Mad? No very upset that I was so stupid for not trying.

We are sitting there watching this movie. Laughing and laughing and waiting for more laughing when the power in the theater went out. The power came on and the film burned. A good ten minutes passed before it was up and running again. People were all about getting their money back. Whatever losers sit down shut up and watch the movie.

Though I was hoping it wouldn’t ruin my timing considering I was hoping to get home in time to watch ABC the Days because I really like that show a lot.

White Castle was funny. The pot smoking antics of two young minorities was a funny tail. Patrick Harris’ appearance was funny the movie was just good fun and I enjoyed it. Would I end up buying such a movie? No. But would I see it again? Yes because there were parts that made me laugh like the peeing in the forests. It was like a real life scene stolen from real life. Peeing in the forests and then someone comes and pees right next to you when there is all kinds of foliage for them to pee on. Then there are the dumb white extreme sports morons which added some laughs. “Come again.” Ha ha.

White Castle did make me want some White Castle. Yummy looking I was hungry. I give this movie a B+ it made me laugh and I wasn’t too mad at the false start and it was worth paying for so there.

When me and Dez left we saw there was no guy standing there. That made us even more angry at the fact there wasn’t and we paid for our tickets. But we were good that day we didn’t sneak anywhere we were not suppose to.



Dork Lesson #8 Being in a check out line and having the things like gum and stuff call your attention long enough that you start wanting all of what you see and then getting most of what you see is dorky. Deciding to sneak into the next movie and then end up having to pay for it anyway is dorky. Obsessing over the fact that you could have got away with it is dorky. Liking the Village ending and laughing because others will not is being very dorky. LOL.

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

Jocks Afire

I went to the 3 Doors Down and Nickleback Concert. Me and Dez again. This time we were late. We missed 12 Stones but I was sure we would catch Puddle of Mudd. We passed up the grope team—the ones who check to see if I’m harmful, more on that later—and we are inside hearing Puddle of Mudd playing.

Dez gets on her phone because someone calls her and I hear that they are playing the one song that I wanted to hear them play and I run ahead so that I could watch them play this song. “She F****ing Hates Me.” Such a great song it is and I am so glad I got to hear it. “Throw your middle fingers in the air!” It is funny everyone did exactly as he said. I mean there is so much talk about not being sheep and then they go to the concert and they do exactly as they are told, which makes them all look like copy cats—something they were trying to avoid. I have no qualms with it, I just found it funny.

Me and Dez were on the lawn. We tried to find a good spot. We stood next to this couple. The girl stated she had no idea why this woman would wear those kind of clothes. I look and see this big woman with legs that did not look like they could support that kind of weight. She wore a Shakespeare type shirt and a jean skirt that showed off those chicken legs. She also had make-up that one would only find on a cadaver that was prepped for a wake. Freak.

Nickleback comes on stage and everyone stands up. This white man stood up and I couldn’t see passed him. So I said, “Stupid white man is in my way.” It was funny because there were white people in front of me that looked perturbed at what I said. I care not—though I bet I was a topic of conversation—because I would have said stupid black man, stupid Mexican, stupid Japanese man. It just so happens to have been a white man.

Me and Dez move down the hill. We found a nice spot where we could see Nickleback. At this spot we are then surrounded by young people. The eight guys in front of us would mosh with one another during the chorus of some of their songs. It was very entertaining. Then there was a group of 4 guys and one girl to the right. The girl would get frustrated when anyone would block her view of the stage. The 4 guys talked about this other girl who was 2 feet in front of them. She figured it out and was not happy. One of the guys kept mocking her and talking about her the entire time. He continued all through the concert. Even though he was checking her out all night long.

Then to our upper left were the dumb jocks. They may not have all been dumb jocks but that is what they reminded me of. No girl friends and pretending to be gay with one another. One in particular would inch closer and closer to me. He was drunk. So I hope that explains all his attention to the left side of my body. Then he bust out with this stupid jock comment, “Nickleback is cooler because he cussed more (than 3 Doors Down).” 1st he didn’t know his name is Chad Kroger and 2nd he liked the amount of cussing over the playing. Stupid.

Nickleback was very entertaining. There was hard playing, pyrotechnics, lots of fireworks, and they played a Metallica Cover. Then there was the drinking game and Beer O’Clock. Their hour of play Chad would scream, “Drink” at random moments and there would be loud cheers for his single word. Then he brought out beer in plastic cups and tossed the cups to the people that were in the pit. I thought it would have been cooler to have given everyone a cup—that wanted one—and bring out a keg and spray everyone with beer. My idea is so much better and I would so love to have been down there if that is what they did. I told Dez if she was there and got sprayed with beer then went home her mother would know and wake up. Even if she didn’t wake up she would smell it in the morning and know it was her daughter. Hahaha very funny. Poor Dez.

Nickleback was good, I liked them but they did not have the songs I liked. Maybe 3 songs they played I really liked but I was there for 3 Doors Down and all of their songs. They did have an awesome show going on. They had things pop up on screen that were wicked cool and I did wish to have that screen in my house so I could be wicked cool to but oh well a dork cannot be such.

Okay I was having fun listening to the music, rockin’ my head to the drums when all of the sudden there comes this woman. Not just any woman a woman dressed in a Shakespeare shirt and jean skirt with the skinny legs that make me wanna puke. We got a special appearance by Shakespeare woman. I had forgotten all about her and she had to come up the hill in my line of vision and ruin my moment because she had to chose to walk where ever the hell she walked to and had to come back up an violate my vision. Whore.

3 Doors Down was very good. They sang all the songs I wanted to hear. They had lasers and cool graphics on if kryptonite on the screen. Loser, which was their encore, was the song I forgot all about. I felt, needles to say, like a loser for forgetting. This would be the forth time I’ve seen them. They were just as good as the first time, which was good. There was a nice drum solo. They were filming some sort of 3 Doors Down movie there. So we had to work up our excitement for the camera. When the band was off stage before the encore dumb jock screamed 32.50, which is the cost of the ticket, he had to think that was going to give him a laugh—which it did. There was not a laugh from me. Jocks lack any sort of wit. It was like they traded all use of the brain for all use of the muscles; which must work out great for them, no pun intended. There had to be a dunk old man dancing off balance or it wouldn’t be a concert with beer, and there was. He was dancing and wasn’t instep with anything that would be called a beat.

During the slow songs there was lighters, which is always cool, that shot up into the air with arms attached. It is just a great sight to see all the lighters up at an out door concert. But I laughed because I can’t bring in a camera or candy but it is a ok to bring in a lighter—something that can set many things a fire. And if I am not mistaken fire can kill. Stupid rules made by people who lack the comprehension to see how dumb that really is.

How about this rule—the rule where when I stand in an open area people draw close to me for a touch of skin. The Jocks moved in and they 8 guys moved back. Dez told me we could move and I did not wanna move. They should have to move they are the one into the moving. How about the other rule of where Dez and I have to stand or sit in the boring section s because when we moved further down the hill, during the encore, we felt the excitement of the people there. I guess that would be because we moved away from the yawn fest. We screamed and yelled more.

Why couldn’t I scream where I was—uhm I don’t want the unwanted attention. Double negative? Not really caring at this point. All I needed was to be called some sort of name because I think I might have snapped and took a light and lit them afire and pushed them down the hill and they would explode because of all the alcohol that was covering that grass. Plus they would take out some of the people and I would get away without being caught because I don’t think there were enough brains surrounding me to understand that their lighter could start fires.

Speaking of beer I thought it was funny when we were finding our standing area that this woman had just got some beer and she like split a little and then had a four letter fall out of her mouth. I told Dez how important it is not to spill even a little bit of beer. It was like someone died or they stumped their toe when they did that. Spill water: fine. Spill beer: it is like you lost your best friend.

Oh yeah and our Minority Bingo thing we found a lot of Hispanic people there so I said that they must love Nickleback. But we were not in any luck to find a black couple, we found Asian and Hispanic couples but none of them were Black. Our game was a bust.

The concert was as a whole I would give a B+. Nickleback seems to just want to be a crowd pleaser then themselves. Excessive cussing and talking about drinking. But it is possible they are all about that, I suppose. Which would not make me like them anymore if that was so. They did know how to work the crowd though. 3 Doors Down did rock out to me. They sang all the songs I wanted to hear. I just think when I saw them last year and I was in the pit and they were with Our Lady Peace it was much better. Plus I think the Woodlands sucks as a cool place to see bands. They suck and need to be more fun oriented and lest restricted access.

Dork Less #7 Thinking you are a people magnet when in fact you are more likely to repel any human from talking to you is dorky. When you need others to get excited for any event, such as a concert, you show signs of dorkness. Thinking of harming people via a lighter can be considered dorky as long as the consideration doesn’t go any further as in actually planning it. Then you get into murder’s territory and I haven’t a clue about that. Yet. =)

Monday, August 02, 2004

Bourne Black Second Time Around

So I went to the movies as I always do on Friday night and this time I went and saw The Bourne Supremacy being that I saw the first one. I wasn’t all excited for this movie but oh well I went anyway. At least I didn’t go by myself I had friends. I do have friends outside this internet world.

As always we went to Wal-Mart first to get something to snack on during the movie. I was looking at this candy and I pronounced wrong according to my friends. Therefore since I pronounced it wrong I announced how I wouldn’t buy it because I didn’t disserve to buy it.

I ended up buying chocolate cover raisins and funions or however they are spelt. And I needed something to drink so I wanted Pepis because I am so persuaded to buy their crap because of the billion dollars I “could” win. But no the stupid machine was broken. So I had to deal with drinking water. Which then one of my friends proceeds to talk about how they had a dream about the water and its pronunciation of it. Isn’t that nice? He is such an uber nerd that he has dreams about how things are pronounced. That’s wonderful.

We were meeting Churney there. She is black and though you may not find it necessary for me to have mentioned that I did so deal with it. Really there is a mild reason as to why I even bothered noticing and stating what color skin she possesses.

We go and sit down in the theater and Churney wanted to know when I was going to get up and get stuff so that I can be her nice little servant and get her something also. Though some may state this as smart because she didn’t have to get up I state that it is lazy. But I don’t say it out loud. There are times when things should be kept to one’s self in order to avoid any unwanted vocal statements and this was one of those times. Actually with her there are many times like that but during those times I rarely even care to take into consideration her reaction. So volcanic she is it really doesn’t matter what I say she would just explode or implode.

Anyway the movie previews start and after each one I crack jokes about how a black person wouldn’t do this or that. But then there comes a movie about a white couple that gets left in the middle of the ocean while shark diving. I state how there is no way that a black person would stay there. But the truth of the matter is there is no way a black person would even consider going shark diving. Or as Churney would put it they wouldn’t be stupid enough to do so. I would be forced to agree.

So was the movie good and worth the money and my time? I have to say Matt Damon is impressive with all of his own stunts. Bourne is being chased again but this time for something he didn’t do. He isn’t too happy because he thinks the CIA did something to him and so he is after them and they didn’t have anything to do with it.

There is a scene that is cool the one they showed in the preview of him stating he can see them through their window. That scene is cool. There really aren’t any cool lines or anything else I liked to state that was cool. But I have to say this character of his is very smart and knows what he is doing which is good because there is suppose to be a third one.

To me this movie is similar to the first one and that is how I liked it. I liked it as much as I liked the first one. I would state if you liked the first one you would like this one but then my brother went and saw it and had to ruin that statement for me. He didn’t like it as much as the first one and it is for the same reason I sort of found it irritating.

That is because the camera did a lot of bouncing around. It would swing this way and that. For the most part it looked like it was a handheld camera and that just looked like crap. It reminded me of Daredevil and how the action scenes were too close and the camera was flying all over without staying in a fixed area so I could enjoy the action.

But it does have a better ending than the first one. Or so I thought. I freakin’ hate the ending to the first one with the happy little beach ending. Bla. Not too cool for a spy movie to end in such a state. But this one ends much better and it isn’t so happy.

I didn’t think it was a grand thriller but I didn’t think it was a horrible thriller. I would have to give it a B just like I gave the first one because there really isn’t any reason to give it more or make me want to see it again.


Dork Lesson #6 – Not getting some kind of candy because you fail to pronounce it correctly is dorky. Or that is just lame. Telling your friend that is black the reason there is no black people in this trailer and that one is dorky. Not being excited to see a movie but seeing it just because you saw the first one is dorky. And posting this review even though it is crapy—which cannot be blamed on you when the movie itself wasn’t something worthy of putting great as a description of it—because you want to have more entries in your blog is such the way of the dork.

Monday, July 26, 2004

Screaming the Boredom Away

Saturday night was the John Mayer and Maroon 5 concert.  Or would it be Maroon 5 And John Mayer?  John was the headliner should he be mentioned first or should Maroon 5 be mentioned first considering they came on first?  No matter it was a great concert.

Me and two friends went.  We stopped at Starbucks for some coffee.  Being I only get mocha Frappacino that is what I go that time also.  It was good.  We did so considering we were tired while we were driving there.  Ten minutes in the car we became tired which is not good since the concert is another 45 minutes away—so caffeine and some pumped up music was entitled to help us out in such a feat.  It worked because we laughed and we talked and we spotted a truck with a bumper sticker that just said, “Jesus”.

No matter we arrived in 30 minutes until 7, which was show time.  We parked and head to the pavilion.  Back story is this, just so you know, Me and Dez had three tickets. My aunt couldn’t go so we had one to get rid of.  We give it to Michael and he goes with us because we decided that there was no way we could sale the ticket no one wants just one ticket.  So on the way to the concert we walked passed a single man asking for a single ticket and I decided that was a good time to eat some crow.  But with my luck we would have never seen him had we kept the ticket.  Anyway I made a comment on how there were a lot of preppy white people around.  Which initiated the “Minority Counting” or “Minority Check List” or “Minority Bingo”.  Me and Dez played such a game at all concerts we attend.  Last time we played it at Warped Tour.  I also stated how the preppy whiteness made me feel underdressed.  I was punked out so to speak.  I had none flowery and none kaki shorts.  I had on my none button up shirt and also my none sandal shoes.  I had on a black T-Shirt, none breathing dark gray shorts with massive pockets, black shoes like vans but not.  All of which I bought from Wal-Mart and I do notice that they are starting to fall apart on me.  Stupid cheap shoes.  So I was far from the prepsters that walked all around me.

The game was a foot.  We were to find black people, Asian people and Spanish people.  Us three were not included.  We did find a three black women and three black men.  None were together. One black man was gay and the other two had white girlfriends, which then brought us to the minority couple finding.

Upon entering the concert we were checked for things in which cannot enter.  Which made Michael crotched his camera; not really.  He had put the camera in his pants—not pockets because they check those.  As they checked him, made him turn around and do some stupid hockey pokey dance the camera started to slid down his pants.  But he then had to show his ankles and he stopped the camera from sliding out.   Camera in the crotch was a success.  Camera not allowed was by sheer genius.

We checked-out the T-shirts.  So for girls.  On to our seats.  Nice seats in the sun.  There were people who had their feet on our seats.  They must have been so happy by our arrival.  Aw were they in for a rude awakening.

It was hot, hot, hot, hot and hot.  No wind.  It was the kind of hot that was icky sticky and as the night went on I could barely breath the air because it was so thick.

A DJ spun records on stage.  He was good but I believe, even though he was black, he played “white music”.  Which means he was pleasing the majority.  He didn’t play anything that was cool to me just cool to the masses.  Plus he played an R&B song that I liked but when I saw two older white women singing and dancing to it, it made me sick and ill.  Little did I know it would only get worse.

People started coming in and no one was sitting in front or nest to us.  Then three girls come into our row and sit right next to us.  They come in loud.  At first I thought I would not like them until one girl claimed not to be drunk and then said, “I don’t have the ability to stand up right.”  They started making fun of people.  It was hilarious.  They were excited to be there.  The one who was not drunk moved around a lot but stayed in her area.  It was so entertaining.

I noticed we were in such a dead section full of old people.  All the freakin’ time me and Dez get the dead section.  No one wants to dance or scream or clap or anything.  This was a dead section.  Full of oldness that was horribly boring.

Maroon 5 comes out and everyone screams.  Not our section.  Well let me restate that: our section screamed—4 of us.  Three girls and me.  I didn’t scream I yelled two of the girls screamed like death was coming to get them.  I laughed so hard.  Maroon 5 was awesome.  I liked their set and their energy.  I really would have loved to see them again.  But the girls stole the show.  They talked about this woman who wore the wrong kind of shorts because she had sweat on her butt.  They would scream “sweaty butt,” though an upgrade of the word “butt” was used.

They would scream for Marron 5 even though they did not know all of their songs.  When they noticed the old people in front of us did not like it they screamed more loud.  Same with the people behind us and next to them.  They were egged on by these peoples old boring selves not clicking the screaming.

They wanted so bad to pull this clip from the older woman that sat in front of us.  So funny were their attempts to be clever.

One would get up and dance it was funny.  I cheered for her.  Maroon 5 finished their short set—I wanted it to be longer.  One of the girls had to go to the first aid because she need her bra fixed, it broke.  Probably because her big breast broke the thing in which was supporting her.  So her and the other one left.  The one that stayed said she was the chaperon.  That made the angry none moving boring old people do some unwanted talking. 

Minority Bingo Dez points out a black couple.  I made mention they are too old and they were not acceptable.

The old couple behind us made the dumbest comments.  There was no tack in that ugly old woman’s words.  She rudely and with the hick vocabulary stated how the girl on the end was being too loud and moving around too much hitting people.  The 19 year old was irritated now and stated how it was a concert they are having fun.  Stupid woman who is beyond dumb states in a very “I’m older listen to me,” I don’t want to have to tell the manger, which only means she wanted to say they were just having fun.

Which caused stupid man with the lack of education, who is apparently managed to hick his vocabulary, to say, “Just because they are miserable and over weight does not mean they have to make everyone else that way.”  19 told him he is fat too plus he is 45 looking how come he is picking on two 15 year old girl.  The daughter of the loser parents states that 19 should respect people who are older.  19 stated that she isn’t going to respect her mom because she is a “bitch”.  She shut them all up real good.

I thought it would be funny if I said, “Sir it isn’t our fault that you haven’t had sex with your wife in a long time.  So please take your sexual frustrations out on someone other than two 15 year old girls.”  But 19 handled it good and I was laughing too hard to even be mad enough to say anything.

I told 19 it would be funny if those girls come back quite.  No sooner do I find that there they come back screaming hello.  The manager talked to them and the girls were really confused.  They were just having fun.  They were told to stay in their chair area.  They were pissed.

“Minority Bingo” found a Spanish couple.  They were young enough to be entered into this hall of fame.

So because they were pissed at the stupid people around us when John Mayer cam out there was screaming as if you never heard that kind of screaming.  The girls stood up and staid up the entire time.  They screamed and danced all the way through not sitting once.  The old people behind us must have been upset because they couldn’t see.  Had they not complained so stupidly the girls would have not stood up the entire time.

I was standing up and yelling and having fun.  But then a slow song came on and there was this voice behind me saying, “You know you want to sit down.”  I did want to sit down but not because of the voice.  So when I sat down I made it a point to point out how there was a guy still standing right in front of me and said, “See didn’t get what you want did you.”  Michael said he heard a voice that told him to sit down but he said, “Sit down white boy.”  It is funny because Michael isn’t white.  One song later I was standing again.

When John Mayer sang No Such Thing it was awesome because there is two parts in that song that fit what occurred that night.  One part he sings, “Stay inside the lines” and that was funny because the girls would go, “are we within our chair space?”  Then the next part was “scream at the top of my lungs” and they would scream so loud.  I would scream with them.  The old people were gritting their teeth it was so funny. 
There stupid old people behind us decided that they would leave 30 minutes early.  So sad.  One girl said, “Good bye have a nice evening.”  It was funny because they didn’t say anything back and I know they heard them.  When they left down the stairs I yelled in excitement and stated, “Old people had left.” 

“Minority Bingo” found an Asian couple and they were young enough to be counted also.

There ends up being a guy that dances behind Michael.  This man had no coordination or any moves that were worthy for public viewing and that is why he got laughed at by me and the girls and Michael who saw him in the corner of his eye and it freaked him out.

 
John Mayer sang my favorite song from the new CD which was Clarity.  He sang most of his famous songs except for the one I really wanted to hear which was Stupid Mouth.  I waited and waited and didn’t hear that one at all.  But I am pleased because he was very entertaining and I would see him again.  He stated how he couldn’t read the posters while he was singing because he would forget the lyrics.  So he read them between two songs.  He would point to one and go, “That is cool.”  Next one, “You want to move to the front?  Don’t know how you are going to do that.”  Last one, “Yeah we could do that tonight.”  He had the guys and girls sing that part of the song from Justin Temberlake’s song Senorita.  It was cool

These two older woman come to stand behind us because they noticed that John Mayer was going to come back out for and encore.  We yelled and clapped for him to come out.  They gave me and Dez their tickets and we went to their seats, which were four rows from the stage.  He came out and did some acoustic stuff it was awesome.   When I got to seat where we were suppose to be this old woman taped me and told me to move out of her way because she couldn’t see.  I wasn’t so pissed but afterwards I told Dez, “I should have told her not to touch me with her wrinkly old finger and it isn’t my fault you don’t have working cartilage so you can move to another position you freakin’ HAG!”

I decided that old people need their own kind of section in the concert area because they are boring and useless for the concert.  Because if there was only old people in these concerts they would be dead quite and everyone would be seating down.  This wasn’t some concert for Beethoven and his lame stupid piano of sitting.  Old people need to know that there will be standing and screaming and they need to know to get over it.

We went and ate at Chilie’s afterwards.  We didn’t get any water at the stupid concert because it cost to darn much.  And the coffee didn’t help in us not getting thirsty.  Next time we will not be drinking coffee.  Next time I will tell old people to shove it and then some. At Chilie’s we drank two cups of water oh so fast.  I would like to point out how John and Maroon 5 stated how we were much better than Dallas.  That’s right Dallas sucks.  I freakin’ hate how they get all this crap and their city is so freakin’ boring.

Old people suck and need their own section or better yet they shouldn’t even come to the concert because if screaming bothers them then how can they listen to the loud music?  Stupid old people.  Oh so useless.

Final Minority Bingo there was never a young black couple found.  Therefore we lost this time around.  There is always next time.

 

Dork Lesson #5 it is dorky to be tired when you only drove for ten minutes to the Starbucks and still have 45 minutes until destination.  It is dorky to play Minority Bingo and it makes it dorkier that one would keep score.  It is dorky not to buy water at a concert and refuse to do so even though dry mouth and dehydration is settling in.  It is dorky to laugh at three immature girls saying really bazaar stuff.  It is not dorky to think that old people need not go to concerts if they can’t have fun, that is being smart.  Having to state something you know is right as smart is majorly dorky in itself.