Tuesday 01 April 2008 at 11:57 pm
So the worst thing happened to me today. In fact, two things.
One, Kaiser called me back with my test results, and apparently I have Chylamedia or however its spelt, and their guessing from how spread out it is is that I have had it for awhile. A long while. Which makes me wonder how the hell did I get this? The doctors told me to check back and get a fertility test as well, see if my sperm can still complete the mandate that evolution dictated for them to do.
To make matters worse, after I got back from classes today, Merrie gives me a call and tells me she's pregnant.
I fucking hate life.
Wednesday 26 March 2008 at 02:17 am
Yes, I am announcing I have a man crush on John Lennon. I want my hair to look like that. And start drumming with no shirt on. Wearing sunglasses.
Wednesday 19 March 2008 at 4:31 pm
http://ringospictures.com/index.php?page=20080315
Awesome anti-war rally pictures, with tons of people from all sorts of political backgrounds. Muslims, Democrats, Socialists, Blacks, Whites, Punks, Anarchists, Rockers, Hippies....even Republican Ron Paul supporters! Brilliant. I have never participated in a peace rally, but peace rallies in Portland don't mean much. No one worth sending grievances to is here to listen, or even to witness.
Though the irony is that the event was sponsered by a Socialist front movement, despite shops selling typical counter culture gear that anyone can pick up at Hot Topic or any trendy record store.
No Hillary supporters, lots of Barack and third party supporters though.
If I was to go to one of these rallies, I wouldn't dress up. I'd be me. Dark green loose t-shirt, jeans (maybe with holes) and my black jacket. And sunglasses. Because that is who I am. I don't believe that many of these people who wear counter-culture gear are honestly representing themselves. Which brings another point.....is it better to represent you, or the cause?
Maybe its the egotism in me. I can don my dad's camo jacket, wear my bandana and put my peace sign bling around my neck.....but then I become the cause. I am faceless, I am souless. I am just like everybody else. My existence is blurred within the cause; my presence does not affect anybody. What is more effective to convince someone; a blank, bland cause or the charisma of an individual's face?
As me, I can promote peace, love, and harmony more than any blind movement can.
Though these rallies are still awesome.
Thursday 13 March 2008 at 9:00 pm
I still have four papers to write by the weekend, so I should get to them pretty soon.
I had my mock trial today for my Business Law class. It was a Negligance case where a woman slipped and fell at a Grocery Store. I was on the Plaintiff side, and my direct role in the trial was the doctor who worked on the woman. Despite some of our tricks not working because of damn objections, we did pretty well. Good enough, in fact, for those on the Defense and even our own teacher saying that we should have won.
It was a hung jury. We needed 10 out of 13 votes to win, but we only got 8. At least we had the majority. One of the jury members was the main defense attorney's grandmother who was HIGHLY biased toward their side. Everybody else was far more objective. Oh well.
I am seeing Merrie this weekend. I am leaving work at 10:30 at night tomorrow to drive to Corvallis. And then I'm returning Saturday night to work at 6 am Sunday morning. Eggheads.
In unrealted news, apparently tomorrow is Steak and Blowjobs Day. For whatever that means.
Friday 07 March 2008 at 02:24 am
I cave into peer pressure and signed up to Facebook.
I shall enter hell now.
In better news, I finally got a bassist and will begin recording of the new album tomorrow. It will be grand!
Tuesday 04 March 2008 at 6:14 pm
Well, Merrie just got the Gramma endorsement. (is that how you spell it?) Grandma? Eh.
My rock opera (and my search for a new job) is having a temporary setback. Have to find a new bassist now. And I got a ton of papers to write this week. Including one due tomorrow.
The weekend was great. Several bumps, but it ended good. If only my charm could circumvent any dose of unhappiness and angerness. My life would be easy.
Also having Facebook passwords rock!
Wednesday 27 February 2008 at 1:30 pm
Arguing on the internet is so damn pointless, yet it is so addicting and infuriating. How dare people have different views on different things!
Time to rant on what I hate the most about the internet; opinions.
Yes, the opinion. Some weird fundamental right that everybody absolutely must have. I mean, most people don't care about civil liberties, privacy laws, etc. etc. but by god nobody can fuck with their right to own an assault rifle or the right for people to have opinions!
Jesus Christ man, it seems any idiot teenager on the internet can have some bullshit perspective on the world, not even possess the information, source, or logic to back up their claims, but when they are called upon, oh, wait....its an opinion. Opinions, after all, are infallible. How dare anybody try to prove an opinion is wrong! I've had tons of religion arguments on different internet forums, I pull up and display different well educated articles I've read from people far more intelligent than I (Dawkins, for instance), and people don't bother responding to anything about the article, they just try and point out flaws in what I say. I call them out on not refuting anything the article has to say, and they say they don't have time to read some boring article.
...does anybody else see how moronic these people are? Hey, let's argue my point, but I'm not even gonna bother reading anything the opposition has to say!
Why do I still bother with this? It is hope, I guess. Because after all....hope is all we have. Even for people like us.
I also find it funny that people who cry and whine about others trying to prove opinion as fact....often times do the same.
Yes, I'm talking to you MX! I admit I do try and prove my opinions as fact quite a bit, because to be quite honest, they are fact ;) But I don't go accusing anybody else of doing the same! Instead of just making faux accusations on the integrity of the oh-so-holy-'Opinion' I just debate them on the actually factuality of the statement. A statement can be true or false, but does not necessarily have to be an opinion.
Oh, and one more thing while I'm still riding my flaming ball; I can't say anything about a group of people, because oh my GOD if there is one person in one branch of one organization that differs from my statement, then I just made a GENERALIZATION and have committed one of the worst atrocities on the internet....yet another false curtain that insecure people hide behind. Again, this statement rises from the whole religious debate. Nobody can criticize Christians, because they're not all the same! They're not all autocratic neocons! Wait a second....did I ever see one church in Portland that did not have a
Yes on Measure 36 sign up during the 2004 election? Oh, sorry, maybe there was one person that attended one church that did not follow what their preacher had to say. Damn, there goes that argument!
In worse news, I can't get hold of the bassist that will play in my rock opera album. I'll have to call him tomorrow or something.
In better news, Merrie is coming over this weekend. We'll go car camping, go to Saturday Market, ride MAX, hang out with Larry, teach her how to play the drums....should kick ass.
Saturday 23 February 2008 at 01:50 am
My entries keep on disappearing, and I have to reset the blog to get them back up again. I'm sure those four of you (yes, two more have stumbled upon this misery) are wondering why entries were disappearing. So hopefully by me posting a new entry, this will alleviate the problem.
I'm listening to some Astronomy by BOC right now, good times. I get up in a little over 7 hours to get ready for work.
Sunday 17 February 2008 at 10:14 pm
Hmmm, isn't it weird to be the third wheel? I mean, it was kind of awkward being the third wheel with Larry and Amanda in high school, but with Larry's current, doesn't feel weird at all. Well, today I totally got the third wheel treatment again.
So I have my early Sunday shift today. Apparently while I'm gone, Yvette calls. I come home, eat some food, dad tells me she calls, then I take an hour nap. Wake up, call her, turns out her plans for the day were canceled and she was wanting to go to Fry's and wondering if I wanted to go. So I said sure.
She picks me up after dinner, she has her boyfriend with her. She asks me how I was doing, I just said "meh, more of the same. I have a girlfriend."
She proceeds to stop her car on my road and goes "WHAT?"
Haha. I should stop with this short line nonsense.
I don't know what's happened, but Yvette has seriously changed in the past few months. I mean, I haven't seen her since early November, but even so, even during the early summer she was still 'herself'. I don't know if it has to do with the fact that she has finally completely gotten over me or what, I don't know. Its like a combination of apathy, bitchiness, cockiness (if a woman can be cocky), and belittlement. It sucks. I felt rather uncomfortable talking to her about anything, especially about Merrie. She kept on belitting me over little things, like the fact I met her online, and that I've been to her house "three to four times." I just wanted to go "fuck you bitch!" but didn't want to ruin the evening. Oh, I could have gotten off on her, but I could not collect my thoughts to hold a logical argument to shut her down. It would have been nine parts passion, zero part sense (the one part could be anything, I dunno).
At Fry's, we were alone at the CDs, and she oddly enough acted like herself. Well, the herself I remembered. I don't know, it was weird why she was acting different. She asked me if I loved Merrie, and was happy that I was happy. It was nice. I did a damn impulse buy and bought a Deep Purple album
Who Do We Think We Are. Pretty good, listening to it now. A little bit more mainstream than their previous three albums.
In Rock was just edgy,
Fireball was out there at times,
Machine Head is like their pinnacle, and this one is not as good as In Rock or Machine Head but its still good. So anyway, that was that.
On our way back, the ride was rather silent, so I gave Merrie a call because I wanted to hear her voice. She didn't pick up, but called back five minutes later as "My Generation" came on. Urg! Anyway, I was doing my own pet peeve (people talking on cell phones when in the presence of their friends) but the situation was pretty awkward anyway. Fun little conversation. Came home. Felt unwanted. I even expressed that feeling in a way. Oh well. I don't know if I could hang out with her again. I mean, during my 'in-between time' I wanted to hang out with her just because of the familiarity of her and the fact that she was my confidant and that there was still a spark of interest in her. Of course this has all been falling apart since October, and now I realized fully what she has become, for whatever reason. Except for that two minute conversation by the CDs. Anyway, yeah, kinda sad.
So, Oregon Statehood Day was fricken amazing! After my business law mid-term (5-6 pages for two questions!) I drive down to Salem and meet up with Merrie in an industrial district. Haha, we go to Baskin Robbins, exchange....you can just read her blog. Best VD ever! And I have a new love for Bowling Alleys and my Corolla. Such a wonderful evening. I love seeing her! Can't wait until we meet again, where we can embrace one another and snuggle and maybe even go squaredancing!
Oh man Track 7 kicks ass.
Give Peace a Chance.
Wednesday 13 February 2008 at 01:52 am
Oh no! 7 or so days since the last entry! What shall I do?
Nothing much to report. Seeing Merrie on Oregon Statehood Day, which is gonna be awesome. Definitely a day to celebrate.
Biggest bit of news is that I have decided to restart my rock opera project. Way back in August 2004, I saw the rock opera Tommy, and was inspired to write my own opera and film it. I figured it was a great excuse for a Senior Quest Project. It took me the course of four months to write the damn thing. But I didn't have the knowledge, gear, and will power to actually record and film it. I turned in the raw Midi that I wrote on the computer and got an easy A. My parents were angry because I didn't do what I said I was wanting to do originally and that I wasn't responsible, but its not like it mattered; I graduated high school. I got a B in AP English (the class the project was involved in). So why the fuss?
Well now that I have a studio, I have decided to actually revisit the opera and record it. And due to my knowledge and connections with friends and Craigslist, it is easier to recruit musicians now than it was three years ago, when I hardly knew anybody who was capable of helping me in this project. There will be no film (dumb idea), and I will have to rewrite the lyrics. Originally I wrote the story/lyrics/vocals with what tools I knew I would have; I knew plenty of female singers in my Honors classes and who were in my One Acts both years, and I had a high school available to film in, so I utilized young females in a high school setting. Well, for a rock opera.....that's fucking lame. So I have to change the lyrics; I might keep the general outline of the story but make it more epic. Science fiction battles and giant monsters may be included.
I will then sell the final product as an album on CDBaby, with royalties going out to all the musicians involved. I don't expect to make a living off of it, but my dream goal is to sell 1000 CDs/digital downloads. Even a couple hundred would suffice. It'll get my chops going, and give me some extra cash doing something that I love!
