iBoredom5000XXXextremeedition!

Only a name so fancy could encompass my boredom. My month off was suppose to be more fun than this, but I guess that leaves me with plenty of encouragement to pack. Said boredom has resulted in a great number of films being consumed, and I must say Finding Neverland is an awesome movie. Confessions of a Dangerous Mind is not too shabby. Hulk is... well... hulk make me angry... me not like hulk... hulk baaaaad... ang lee baaaad... hulk look like retardicon.... me highly flabergasted. Hulk like Jennifer Connelley! Hulk marry jennifer connelley! Hulk have hulkbabies with jennifer connelley!! Hulk horny! (did he just switch from a first person hulk-esque narrative to a hulk incharacter narative? yes I did you bloody nitwit, it is called creative liscensing and I'll have no more of your speaking out of turn thank you very much. fine. indeed. good. well then that's settled. the hell it is... did you just say hulk horney in a blog? Creative liscensing aggrements dammit! pay attention.) So yes, a few more days of break and moving, but boredom runs rampant. What shall I ever do...

bored to the point of rambling in a blog,
me.

Fuck you paris hilton.

Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with women? Why do so many insist in trying to acheive a standard set by the basest, worse elements of our society? For fucks sake, how can you want to measure yourself to the grading scale of the porn industry, whore socialites, and worse of all, the rag paper media. (US, Sun, People, EW, etc) What garnered such outrage? The discovery of some before and after pictures of one ms. lindsey lohan, formerly one of the hottest girl in the world. But oh, I won't just make outrageous claims, I'll lay it out for you here and now:
BEFORE:


AFTER:


This blows my mind. God I wish i could believe that she just has developed a coke habit. As fucked up as that would be, it'd still be better than some conscious choice to change yourself like this to try to appeal to some fucked up ideal. Is there no personal reponsibility and self assurance left in the world? Nevermind social responsibility for your god damn neighbor. Why is there not a fucking outrage? And I don't mean a horseshit expose in one of the afforementioned rag mags that are intended just to sell more issues. Just the other day I was flipping channels when that retarded 'the making of' house of wax show was on, and paris hilton was fucking 'suprising' a birthday girl who was having a 'paris hilton' party.
what

the

fuck.
A party, where all the twelve year old girls dress up like an ignorant, spoiled superslut. And the mom approved of this? "It's a theme, have your girl dress like a whore..." yeah, like that would fly. (fuck, maybe it would, some people shouldn't be allowed to have kids). But wait, let me consult my thesaurus... yup, parishilton, is in fact, synonymous with whore. I didn't include another picture which included ms richie right alongside ms. lohan every bit as 'coked' out on some carpet. Why would you aspire to a girl who knows only two words, "thats" and "hot"? (honestly people, I think she believes the two to be one word)

It's just so sad and tragic and fucked up.

crying on the inside,
me.

p.s. And don't anyone dare try to blame society, the only blame that is owed to society is for allowing it to happen, not in the causation.

Grad Schooligans part Duex!!!

I usually don't reuse material... I don't know, mostly cause I instantly become self critical and with every reading grow to dislike what I wrote more and more... hehe except when I'm drunk, drunk emails crack me up.... anyways, so I'm going against my own grain here, but I thought it was funny so maybe that's a sign... good or bad? who knows...

*factoid* distant relatives of the soccer hooligan, grad-schooligans are believed to share a common ancestry dating back to early 1500s, at which point scientists believe there was an evolutionary fork creating the gradschooligan who chose academia, then emerging on european continent, over sport. Common traits between the two species include heavy drinking, avoidance of "work", and a distaste for "the man". While considerably less aggressive than the soccerhooligan, gradschooligans are known to react quite violently when provoked usually over issues of theoretical physics, star wars debates, or political issues of third world countries (see liberalartemus a 'culture' within the gradschooligan species). Though less violent than their sporting counterpart, they do retain the innate ingenuity to turn any near by object into an explosive burning mass to be propelled at the enemy, a behavior commonly found in observations of the soccerhooligan.

distasting the man,
me.

The force is strong with this one.

Episode III rocked. I stand by that I should get final approval on all Lucas films, because their are inevitably 'lucas-lines' that instantaneously you are kind of knocked out of the movie from a giant gob of cheese, and realize how 3 words rearranged would have made that a great line, but luckily no one talks much. :) Infact, there is only a small set of scenes where there isn't a lightsabre blazing. And yes, Jar jar does not talk. But he does live. :( (he's actually not really in the movie at all) By far the best of the prequels, everyone should go watch it.

Seeking the path of a jedi,
me.

Flashback

hehe... a flashback for ya... Carp web development circa 96 - 97.
http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/5572/

Victory is mine!!!!

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA!!!

I made a B in all three classes, I fucking rock. That's right modesty is out the window for this post. A six month warcraft addiction that resulted in homework for none of the classes to be done, a 50 on one project, and none of my books even being cracked up to a week before midterms, and I made Bs. Soooooo sexy, ladies you can leave your numbers stage right, and underwear stage left.

Rockin out with my cock out,
me.


oh and for the ladies, after the show I'll be hangin out with my wang out. errrrrrow.

I can't feel my face!!!!

wee, go drunk... oh no, I have noon game tomorrow... I beliebe in I... hehe, if you haven't seen Con yet, everyone go watch it. no mopre school... till june, but that's a whole month. Go months!!! fuck those romans, if they had made it 10... I'd get... uh.... (evidently if you can't feel yer face you ca't do math either) uh... ok, 30... x2... so 60, divided by 10 is.... 6. wat? I'd only get 6 more days? eh... I'll take what I can get... now I must go back in time and make my adjustments. On thats noteI must invent hehe, Chapelle show! season 3 starts may31st yo.... ... but yes, must invent a time machine to go back in time... and change months! haha! I will own months!!! and you will all be sorry! fear me!!!!.... and my months! haHa!

travelin through time, (and pondering how time travel affects me buz... oh god!! i's that m&m minis' girl!!! someone protect me! ahhhhhh)
me

TufF indeed.

Sunday was the elemenation rounds of regionals for college ultimate, and for a reason I don't entirely know yet, they were held at UTD. There was pool play saturday, but I ended up seeing Kung Fu Hustle with Kristen instead. We missed the first round, but made it in time for the semi's. UT TufF (ranked 10th[nation]) went hand in hand with OU the first half, then stomped them out the second half. (15-8 I think) Then came the finals... dum Dum DUM. Kansas did a pretty solid job early on exploiting UT's cup and hitting long throws, however UT showed again a surging second half and ended the game 15-9. UT's speed (game, not running) was really impressive. They'd frequently go through 6-8 passes in like ten seconds with nonstop solid cuts. The whole day rocked, and made me really miss ultimate. Thank god classes are over and I can play more (well, I have that pesky final tomorrow... maybe I should study... ). Anyways, if you ever get the chance to check out college ultimate, I highly advise it.

going ho, (sexily I might add)
me.