Monday, December 24, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
the "we"kend
for some time now, I have been plagued with the so called "work disease". I don't really recall how I contracted it, but it might have been from the time when I slept with my first cousins, best friends, mother-in-laws twenty dollar bill.
to be quite honest, I don't think its a disease. being a pathetic socialite might be the actual disease.
work is a quick antidote for people like me who have a hard time compiling the "to dos" on my to do list.
work is like smoking weed. time goes slow like a bologna sandwich on a plate. also, it tends to keep you thinking that you're doing something worth your time. and after you come down from it, you always wonder what the fuck you were doing.
so in essence, work is a natural drug. and we are trying to forget what we might have been doing at the time we are doing it.
where was I? to dumb it all down, i work to pass the time, and also to collect paper in to my wallet dispenser. then proceed to habitually use the money to buy things to pass the time. and then i utilize the object i bought to pass the time even quicker and so on and so forth. the cycle goes on.
so, why is time so valued in this time and age if we are in constant struggle to not look at our wristwatches? why do people try to preserve it like its the fucking manatees?
when people ask me why i work so much in a negative way, it makes me feel like i'm doing something terribly wrong. usually they tend to say things like "why don't you go back to school and get a real career" or "hiro, you are my hero".
now, why the hell do i need a career? so i can someday support people who i can call family that will go through the same moral dilemma as I?
my analyst keeps telling me that the reason why girls won't love me is because i don't set my own path. and that the goals in my life has goalies the size of a black man's cock blocking it. i believe that the real problem is that i have a make-believe shrink that tells me things while i try to type my blog, and also that i use a racial stereotypes for my metaphorical analogies. if only i had an imaginary spice girl singing in my ear, inspiring me to tell them what i really really want.
i do want to apologize for the collar not matching the cuffs. the title really didn't resemble anything i had to say in this blog.
to be quite honest, I don't think its a disease. being a pathetic socialite might be the actual disease.
work is a quick antidote for people like me who have a hard time compiling the "to dos" on my to do list.
work is like smoking weed. time goes slow like a bologna sandwich on a plate. also, it tends to keep you thinking that you're doing something worth your time. and after you come down from it, you always wonder what the fuck you were doing.
so in essence, work is a natural drug. and we are trying to forget what we might have been doing at the time we are doing it.
where was I? to dumb it all down, i work to pass the time, and also to collect paper in to my wallet dispenser. then proceed to habitually use the money to buy things to pass the time. and then i utilize the object i bought to pass the time even quicker and so on and so forth. the cycle goes on.
so, why is time so valued in this time and age if we are in constant struggle to not look at our wristwatches? why do people try to preserve it like its the fucking manatees?
when people ask me why i work so much in a negative way, it makes me feel like i'm doing something terribly wrong. usually they tend to say things like "why don't you go back to school and get a real career" or "hiro, you are my hero".
now, why the hell do i need a career? so i can someday support people who i can call family that will go through the same moral dilemma as I?
my analyst keeps telling me that the reason why girls won't love me is because i don't set my own path. and that the goals in my life has goalies the size of a black man's cock blocking it. i believe that the real problem is that i have a make-believe shrink that tells me things while i try to type my blog, and also that i use a racial stereotypes for my metaphorical analogies. if only i had an imaginary spice girl singing in my ear, inspiring me to tell them what i really really want.
i do want to apologize for the collar not matching the cuffs. the title really didn't resemble anything i had to say in this blog.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
4 effs sake
christmas time is just around the bend, and it seemed like a proper time to conjure up a new blog. like most pseudo christian, i start feeling the christmas spirit this time of year. but what really is this christmas spirit that everyone seems to get? and why come we succumb to it so swiftly? in light of my new aged outlook, i felt as though there should be a simple answer to this question. I don't want to sound cliche' and start talking about the marketing geniuses that comprise the mass sell of selling. but instead focus on the sellers of the spirit in itself.
adults are the #1 consumers of this make believe entity. unlike believing in santa himself, we adults believe that kids need to be coerced into believing the magic of christmas. many speculate that a child's exposure to impossibilities will multiply the child's left brain activity, thus spawning a different breed of adults. ones with broader imaginations, or an out of the box thinkers so to speak. the paradox of this is that in adult-land, they hate anybody that won't fit the mold of the average. normality is human nature. its like a bird already knowing how to spread its wings and fly.
so, why do most parents put kids through this torture? is this a path that every child needs to take in order to ease into the so-called "reality". in the movie "the matrix", neo has a hard time adjusting to the "real world". morpheaus gently tells him that it is hard for an adult to take such harsh reality, and it's much easier for a kid to adjust to the brutal concept of reality. so, why don't parents just skip the foreplay and tell the kids from early on that santa is as real as a unicorn shooting marshmallow farts. wouldn't the innocent child be more sculpted for the real world in his/her midst?
now, the reality is, I have no fucking clue where i'm going with this. it seems as though i broke my train of thought by thinking far too much. the irony in all this is that if i would have been a more avid thinker, i wouldn't have run into this sort of conundrum. so let me just end by saying, to be continued..... maybe...
adults are the #1 consumers of this make believe entity. unlike believing in santa himself, we adults believe that kids need to be coerced into believing the magic of christmas. many speculate that a child's exposure to impossibilities will multiply the child's left brain activity, thus spawning a different breed of adults. ones with broader imaginations, or an out of the box thinkers so to speak. the paradox of this is that in adult-land, they hate anybody that won't fit the mold of the average. normality is human nature. its like a bird already knowing how to spread its wings and fly.
so, why do most parents put kids through this torture? is this a path that every child needs to take in order to ease into the so-called "reality". in the movie "the matrix", neo has a hard time adjusting to the "real world". morpheaus gently tells him that it is hard for an adult to take such harsh reality, and it's much easier for a kid to adjust to the brutal concept of reality. so, why don't parents just skip the foreplay and tell the kids from early on that santa is as real as a unicorn shooting marshmallow farts. wouldn't the innocent child be more sculpted for the real world in his/her midst?
now, the reality is, I have no fucking clue where i'm going with this. it seems as though i broke my train of thought by thinking far too much. the irony in all this is that if i would have been a more avid thinker, i wouldn't have run into this sort of conundrum. so let me just end by saying, to be continued..... maybe...
Sunday, December 9, 2007
saturday nights
philly steak pizza, stargate, one cigarette, high cassian, josh everett, bret, and blogspot. if stargate shows boobs, would just about be the best night of my life.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
the new kick
rigorous fitness routine, reading, healthy dietology, music and internetting. if you want to be part of it, screw you, cause part of my new stasis is departing from the everyday life of inter-human dependents. don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with that, but I've been leaning heavily on being with people to pass my days. as a form of social experiment or self revolution, I've decided to drastically decrease the number of hours I spend with others. well, work excluded. so, if I don't see or hang out with you guys, it's because I'm trying to avoid everyone, it's definitely not because I hate you or you've done something. seriously.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
thats it
day off. today. sunday. nothing to do. watched tv, smoked, ate, and recorded stuff. it's half past noon right now, n I don't feel like doing much. motivation factor is on the downward slope during theese hours of nothing. but the real question is, what should I be doing in place of nothing? reality is, when you have a day off, you shouldn't really do anything all day. I almost want to just lie in my bed and skim the thin lines of sleeping and waking. am i a lazy person for feeling such animosity towards getting my ass up? no, hell no. I think that everyone wants to be doing what I'm doing right now. it's the most simple method of living. if I subtracted this laptop, and maybe my comfortable surroundings, I would be just like a wild animal. all I have to worry about is how to get food. but eating is even a chore. chores are what parents like to give out. I don't like it. well, i feel like i am wasting energy writing this blog, so I must come to a halt with all this clik claking and go back to staring at my ceiling.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
pet my peeves
when I lay in bed thinking about things, i usually commit myself to think on one thing. last night I decided to think about pet peeves. this is another "list" type blog of all my pet peeves.
1. bloody nose in the shower - this occurs mostly when the shower is too hot and I get overwhelmed by all the heat. Or, when I simply pick my nose b4 showering. the only way to finish the shower without calling it a "blood bath" is to pop my head back and soak while I stare at the spiders on my ceiling.
2. text messaging while driving - I swear to god, the most dangerous method of running over people on the street.
3. smelly house - no one likes hanging out at a house that smells like a fishes butthole, or living in it. so, the cardinal rule to not having your house smelling like lambed curry is to not cook foreign food in your house. if you want good foreign food, just go out and eat. it's probably tastes much better that way.
4. pimply back - no one wants to touch someone with a pimply back.
5. battery powered anything - remotes are the best example. its worst when your battery runs out of juice. a remote was invented for people who are lazy. why would a lazy person get motivated enough to go buy batteries at the store? even the task of getting up, getting new batteries from your battery shelf, and then inserting the new battery seem like an impossible task. someone, please invent a kinetic remotes
6. single ply toilet paper - why in the world does my parents still buy them?
7. bluetooth - i never seen it used in a cool way. scientist spent millions of tax dollars inventing this device and the coolest thing you can use it for was trading ringtones and wallpapers between you and your friends cellphones.
8. punctuation - i can never get it right and i never get enough gumption to really take the time to learn it. it just makes the smarter people look smarter and the dumber people look like a horses ass.
9. warm soda - nothing worse than a warm rootbeer to go with your cold pizza. I know, I know, you can get ice and put it in a glass. but who really has the time for that?
10. pet peeves - no matter how awesome you are, you are part of someone's pet peeves. for example, I know people have a problem with me writing blogs about personal pet peeves that they can't really relate to. right?
1. bloody nose in the shower - this occurs mostly when the shower is too hot and I get overwhelmed by all the heat. Or, when I simply pick my nose b4 showering. the only way to finish the shower without calling it a "blood bath" is to pop my head back and soak while I stare at the spiders on my ceiling.
2. text messaging while driving - I swear to god, the most dangerous method of running over people on the street.
3. smelly house - no one likes hanging out at a house that smells like a fishes butthole, or living in it. so, the cardinal rule to not having your house smelling like lambed curry is to not cook foreign food in your house. if you want good foreign food, just go out and eat. it's probably tastes much better that way.
4. pimply back - no one wants to touch someone with a pimply back.
5. battery powered anything - remotes are the best example. its worst when your battery runs out of juice. a remote was invented for people who are lazy. why would a lazy person get motivated enough to go buy batteries at the store? even the task of getting up, getting new batteries from your battery shelf, and then inserting the new battery seem like an impossible task. someone, please invent a kinetic remotes
6. single ply toilet paper - why in the world does my parents still buy them?
7. bluetooth - i never seen it used in a cool way. scientist spent millions of tax dollars inventing this device and the coolest thing you can use it for was trading ringtones and wallpapers between you and your friends cellphones.
8. punctuation - i can never get it right and i never get enough gumption to really take the time to learn it. it just makes the smarter people look smarter and the dumber people look like a horses ass.
9. warm soda - nothing worse than a warm rootbeer to go with your cold pizza. I know, I know, you can get ice and put it in a glass. but who really has the time for that?
10. pet peeves - no matter how awesome you are, you are part of someone's pet peeves. for example, I know people have a problem with me writing blogs about personal pet peeves that they can't really relate to. right?
Sunday, November 11, 2007
my will 2007
someone told me that we could die at any given time. so in the name of all that is holy, I give you my will.
scion: creditors, bastards
1960's epiphone crestwood: johnny, I know he will use it well
laptop: shino - always whining to dad that she deserved mine more than I did
bike: cassian - he always needs a ride
"fuck" belt buckle: bret - he would actually wear it
clothes: jut - fit his body and steez the best
drums: phil - cause he's almost alright at it
books: shino - so she can look smart
dvd's: bret - I was with him when I bought most of it
stereo system: becky - I don't know why really
watches: dad - he loves those watches
bed: chaunte - she was there when I bought it
coffee table: chaunte - she was there when I bought it and she told me that she's always wanted the one I was getting
acoustic guitar: erik - because he sucks at it.
pac-man beanie: alison - she has the only other one in provo
cell phone: mom - she could see who I've been texting lately
low rider bike: aubrey - she was the first one to honestly compliment on it
sushi knives: gb - my favorite fellow sushi chef
ipod: lauren - cause hers is broken and I listened to her explain how hers broke 3 seperate times.
what is left of my japanese candy: buried with me suckers
fake dog tag necklace: mom - it could be a memento of me for her to wear
space heaters: andy and johnny - cause their house is fucking freezing
lamps: mckay - I haven't given him anything yet
half of the guitar hero that me and bret bought: mandi - we talked about playing it for the past year or so
magazines and comics: josh everett - he'd probably have them already but he would treat them right
anchor wall hanger: becky - duh
rock climbing gear and the rest of my membership at the quarry: andy - he likes climbing
apollo guitar: I think it would be the coolest thing to find in a grave with someone, and maybe someone will think that I was actually good at the guitar.
headless bass: johnny - he would probably fix it and play it in one of his bands
journals: mom and dad - they'll really know how I was killed.....
bass amp: mckay - papa pistolero beotchs
cd's: shino - cause I want her to be into good music
tool box: D.I. - the tool box sux yo, no one would want it.
records and record player: zac hill - all those nights we smoked in his car listening to music. bong
cigarettes: also zac hill - doi
flowbee: becky - by far the best and most used person when it comes to hair cuts within friends
robocut: becky - same answer as the previous
couch: jun, for puking on his a few years back
misc music gear except for the headset mic: bret - he uses them anyway
headset mic: wink - no one else saw me with it on as he did
the money that I have saved up: shino - needs it to move her ass out of our parents house
vhs: buried in my back yard.
so, thats about all that I physically own. if you want something of mine that I hadn't listed yet, just let me know, I will add you and the item on this list. well, I'm sure you need a lawyer or notary public to notarize this e-document. but, I'm sure someone will take care of that, right?
will updated: Nov. 16th 2007
scion: creditors, bastards
1960's epiphone crestwood: johnny, I know he will use it well
laptop: shino - always whining to dad that she deserved mine more than I did
bike: cassian - he always needs a ride
"fuck" belt buckle: bret - he would actually wear it
clothes: jut - fit his body and steez the best
drums: phil - cause he's almost alright at it
books: shino - so she can look smart
dvd's: bret - I was with him when I bought most of it
stereo system: becky - I don't know why really
watches: dad - he loves those watches
bed: chaunte - she was there when I bought it
coffee table: chaunte - she was there when I bought it and she told me that she's always wanted the one I was getting
acoustic guitar: erik - because he sucks at it.
pac-man beanie: alison - she has the only other one in provo
cell phone: mom - she could see who I've been texting lately
low rider bike: aubrey - she was the first one to honestly compliment on it
sushi knives: gb - my favorite fellow sushi chef
ipod: lauren - cause hers is broken and I listened to her explain how hers broke 3 seperate times.
what is left of my japanese candy: buried with me suckers
fake dog tag necklace: mom - it could be a memento of me for her to wear
space heaters: andy and johnny - cause their house is fucking freezing
lamps: mckay - I haven't given him anything yet
half of the guitar hero that me and bret bought: mandi - we talked about playing it for the past year or so
magazines and comics: josh everett - he'd probably have them already but he would treat them right
anchor wall hanger: becky - duh
rock climbing gear and the rest of my membership at the quarry: andy - he likes climbing
apollo guitar: I think it would be the coolest thing to find in a grave with someone, and maybe someone will think that I was actually good at the guitar.
headless bass: johnny - he would probably fix it and play it in one of his bands
journals: mom and dad - they'll really know how I was killed.....
bass amp: mckay - papa pistolero beotchs
cd's: shino - cause I want her to be into good music
tool box: D.I. - the tool box sux yo, no one would want it.
records and record player: zac hill - all those nights we smoked in his car listening to music. bong
cigarettes: also zac hill - doi
flowbee: becky - by far the best and most used person when it comes to hair cuts within friends
robocut: becky - same answer as the previous
couch: jun, for puking on his a few years back
misc music gear except for the headset mic: bret - he uses them anyway
headset mic: wink - no one else saw me with it on as he did
the money that I have saved up: shino - needs it to move her ass out of our parents house
vhs: buried in my back yard.
so, thats about all that I physically own. if you want something of mine that I hadn't listed yet, just let me know, I will add you and the item on this list. well, I'm sure you need a lawyer or notary public to notarize this e-document. but, I'm sure someone will take care of that, right?
will updated: Nov. 16th 2007
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