Sarcasm is the blood in my creative veins. If I tell you that I want to rip out your jugular with a rusty clothespin, DO NOT TAKE ME SERIOUSLY.

How do you know for sure that I'm not going to go ballistic and shoot up my school?

heh.
You don't.

But you should at least know that I plan my murders well out in advance, and I only have 23 days of school left. So you're all safe.

Goku, NO!!!!

I just ate about 1.5 pounds of Chinese Food. We're talking Lo Mein noodles, home fries, honey and teriyaki chicken.
Chinese Food, bad framerates, and random creative obscenities. These are good times here.

What a great weekend. Now I'm so excited to go back to school, to get back to the rigidly defined, pointless existence of a student. My god, conformity never sounded so sweet.

Sarcasm? Hell no! Not me! Never!


Vampire Hunter D is possibly my favorite movie of all time.

Quote of the day- "Why the fuck you gotta act so Asian all the time?!?!" - Matt, in the arcade

I have never, ever, in my entire life, seen so much human ignorance and stupidity in so small an area, in so small in amount of time. I'm talking about last night at work. It all started with my redneck trailer-trash group of 5 people. I think the cumulative IQ of the entire table was about 85, because these people were beyond belief. Not to mention how many times I had to get things for this table, they got the Buffet, an item where you are supposed to get things for yourself. The tip was crap, only about 10% of the check, and they left it in an assortment of dimes, nickels and pennies. Yup. All $4.95 of it. Then theres the table that said the food that I brought them wasn't what they ordered. All 4 people at the table said that. How about these people just shut the fuck up before I stab them in the neck with a spatula? Seriously, I was about ready to kill my customers.

My search for a good sportbike is about as fruitful as a Bran Muffin. I found several around this general area, but most of them were already sold or not what I'm looking for.

I'd really like to have gotten the CBR, but its starting to seem more and more like a con job. There's no way that the bike will be as flawless as the person says it is. A 2000 CBR 600 F4i, with only 800 miles? For $2800? I somehow doubt it.

There was one other one in the paper, a 600 Ninja, that I think I'll call up and see if I can take it for a test ride today.

Or C, because he's lazy and uninspired.

augh. my poor legs. and ass. and arms. they all hurt.
Rode a motorcycle as a passenger for about 3 hours. Then I rode myself for a while.
That was honestly the most fun I've had in months.

I guess I need to post more often. I view this blog as I view my artwork right about now. I do it when A. I have the time, and B. when I have the desire. So don't bug me about it.

So the car is up on eBay now. Go search for it. Now. Bid. Buy. Now.

So I can get my bike.

I'm bored.

I pleaded not guilty to the speeding ticket, and I found out that the officer wasn't a borough cop either. He was a state pig. God damn. Apparantly though, that makes it more probable that he won't show up for the hearing. I can get out of this one. It might cost me a little bit, but nothing like what the ticket was.

Excellent news.

While out to aquire some "beverage," I came across a guy selling his 2001 Suzuki Katana 600. 5600 miles on it, only one scratch on the whole thing. It comes with a helmet, and he wants less than $3500 for it.

While browsing DeviantArt; one, and only one, phrase was flowing through my mind.
Repeatedly.

"Just because no one understands you, doesn't make you an artist."


*walks out the door*

I need aspirin people. And about a gallon of Pepto-bismol.

oooo.

*yacks*

mmmm. Iced Oolong tea and Absolut Vodka.

Not a good combination, I assure you.




Man, I'm dying here.

Wow, this world is definitely a very small place.

Late for school again today.

*blam*

Bleah. I'm tired. The effects of the vodka have all pretty much gone away, but I still have this nagging headache. My god. One can not describe the physical beauty of this girl I met last night. Too bad I was too disoriented to remember her name for almost an hour. Alenni? I'm not sure of the spelling, but I know its something Greek. Man. And that ticket for $172.50 really doesn't make my days any better. So all totaled it cost me about $200 to go to a party for 3 hours. Not a bad hourly rate.

Yesterday, I went and lifted weights for the first time in over a year. I'd forgotten how fun it is, but also how painful it is.
I was also practicing wall maneuvers in a raquetball room at the Recreation Center. I've so far learned how to run around a corner, which I can do fairly easily now, and how to run along a wall to gain distance with a jump. Nearest I can estimate, I can jump onto a flat wall and run along it for maybe 15-20 feet before I have to jump off.

Cool stuff.