Wednesday, September 29, 2004

A storm is coming...

Have any of you ever felt like something really badd was coming? Some storm was brewing just out of sight but you knew it was headed straight for you? That darkness was growing and there was nothing you could do to stop it? I'm sure some of you have.

I bring this up because I have one of those feelings. A vague intuition that something is coming and it's going to tear apart the landscape of my life. Some irreversible line of fate that's preparing to change life as I know it. There's nothing that I hate more than the feeling of hopelessness, and right now, that's exactly what I am -- hopeless. Hopless to do anything because I don't know what's coming.

There's nothing I can do... I guess I'll jump that fence when I come to it. There'll be water if God wills it.

Anyway, just wanted to get that off my chest, thatnks for reading.

'So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.'

-Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

'Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas. . . The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went un-hung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.'

-Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel

Saturday, September 25, 2004

E = mojo music... squared?

The Theory of Mojo Music is really quite a simple one, yet still very deep. This theory can be used for any situation that you can hear music*: shooting pool, going bowling, dancing, whatever.

The Theory states that if the music sucks, it will throw off your "Mojo" and cause you to suck at everything. But, if "mojo music" is playing, then you can almost perform miracles. Example: When I'm shooting pool, if "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC is playing, I can make some of the most amazing shots ever, but if say "Skydiving" by Tim McGraw is playing, I may as well just not shoot, because 9 out of 10 times it won't happen anyway. Theoretically, if I were a doctor and I had to save a man's life and "Black" by Pearl Jam was playing, that man would live. However, if "Irresistible" by Jessica Simpson was playing, well that guy is pretty much screwed - "Call in the Preacher, this man needs his final rights."

Anyway, Mojo Music is also the ultimate scapegoat, if you're sucking it up, blame the music.

If the music is bad, the "mojination" won't happen, but if it is, well, the possibilities are endless

Now, my Top 5 List of Pool-Shooting Mojo Music:
"Black" - Pearl Jam
"Hell's Bells" - AC/DC
"Behind Blue Eyes (Cover)" - Limp Bizkit
"Figured You Out" - Nickelback
"Sweet Home Alabama" - Lynyrd Skynyrd

(If you're ever at Ozz and you here these songs together, I'm probably there. Or at least they understand the Theory of Mojination)

*That doesn't include playing an instrument or singing. If you are "creating" the music, it doesn't count

Pool + Oreo Shakes + several Star Wars Characters = ???

Who am I kidding? I was never any good at math, but I can tell you that all those things contributed to one very interesting, odd, and unpredictable evening last night.

Lets start it all off around 7:30 (sounds like a good tme, right?) anyway, Kristi gave me a call (using tahsa's Cell Phone, which later caused a few minor problems). Anyway, Kristi shouted directions at Brenna on how to get to Sousa Lane and eventually they made to my house. Well from there the adventures just kicked off.

We were gonna try to go see Catwoman but (thank goodness) it had already started though. But that was probably a good thing, because it appears that Movies 8 has been taken over by Darth Vader and the Empire. Looks like I quit just in time.

After that we drove around wasting Brenna's fuel as we hunted down Tasha and Shmoo. We did a good job of it too, we would have found them but they made the job simpler by calling us. So we went and got them and went to Arctic Circle. I got my stand-by Oreo Shake (it has never failed me) and I also ended up trying the Pumpkin Oreo Shake, which was pretty good. Anyway, Chase eventually made it to Arctic Circle to hang out with us. And (hehehe) we were also joined by none other than Ariel and his good friend Juan (can you get a little more cliche, please?)

After a breif encounter with the two Argintinians, we went down to Ozz. Now, I have been a devoted customer to Ozz, but I'm still pissed that they changed their prices (and I hate that one chick there who has it for Adam, dirty whore) Anyway, after I put on some Mojo Music (for those of you who don't understand the theory of Mojo Music I'll explain that in another post) Anyway, after two games it was time to leave Ozz. Well, leave the building, anyway. We actually stood outside Ozz trying to find out the score of the Mt. View game (guess what? we lost. 15 - 0, boo-frickity-hoo)

Anyway, Kristi and Brenna had to get home, so we raced to their house (Chase, Shmoo, and I rocked out to Black Sabbath's Paranoid. ) After we got to Kristi's house we said our good-byes and it was down to Chase and I. We had a half hour left before Chase had to go home, and we had nothing to do. So we did what any other person would have never though of: We conquered Target. With our battle anthem ready we stormed the area. We were caught up by a few obstacles like those cart return things, but we made it. With Chase, myself, and two unsuspecting Mexican's we took over. Granted they only had Gabe watching the door, that's right, the first mistake was their's.

Well, that's about all that happened. the moral of the story? Get better curfews, for all our sakes!

Thursday, September 23, 2004

wow, I'm bored...

Well here I am in my Business Commuications class with absolutely nothing to do. So, I'm wasting time here at the Blog of Exquisite Passion hoping for the class to end. I'll probably be spending a lot of time around here on B-Days.

No luck with the job hunt yet, but I've only been looking for like three days. This entire week has pretty much sucked though (Monday was cool though) Each day has been getting better but still, pretty crappy all-in-all.

Well, UI think that's all I have to say right now.... yeah... yeah that's it. I'm off to further waste time somewhere else in cyberspace.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Finger Eleven, do they have some sort of mutant-six fingered hand or something?

So, I just bought the Finger Eleven CD, and it's awesome. Granted "One Thing" is one of the coolest songs ever, but every track on this CD kicks enormous amounts of butt.

I also picked up the pocket size of "The Art of War" so now I can knife all the ALLC students using the correct ancient skills and philosophies of battle. (soon, I will teach my knifing posse, and then the battle will begin...)

Anyway, since I have no job, I have nothing to do right now. I will have to get myself a new job though (very, very soon, especially if I don't stop throwing money around. Eh, smoke 'em if you got 'em, right?). One good thing is I can actually try and get a whole night of sleep, so we'll see how that all turns out. In the meantime I'm going to relax and enjoy the free time that I have.

Well, I really have nothing else to say right now, I'm sure I'll have something to say later, but until then. Adieu

(Did I spell that right? No speaky the Francais)

Monday, September 20, 2004

So, in case you hadn't heard, I've quit my job

Just incase the news hadn't gotten around to you yet, I have quit my job. I was tired of being there EVERY weekend, and having to stay until 12 on Tuesday nights. So instead of turning in another availability I turned in my resignation.

So, now I have no income, but I have lots of time to relax... that's right, r-e-l-a-x...

And, I'm turning in an application to Media Play, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

The Passion of the Sousa

So, I've been told there's a musical called "Passion" and it's all sex set to music... so I'm gonna leave you all with that thought and a little bit of soul from Marvin Gaye

I've been really tryin', baby
Tryin' to hold back this feelin' for so long
And if you feel like I feel, baby
Then come on, oh come on
Let's get it on, oh baby
Let's get it on
Let's love, baby
Let's get it on
Sugar, let's get it on
We're all sensitive people
With so much to give
Understand me, sugar
Since we got to being
Let's live
I love you
There's nothing wrong with me
Lovin' you, baby no no
And givin' yourself to me could never be wrong
If the love is true, oh baby
Don't you know how sweet and wonderful
Life can be
I'm asking you baby
To get it on with me
I ain't gonna worry
I ain't gonna push
I won't push you baby
So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on baby
Stop beatin' 'round the bush
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
You know what I'm talkin' about
Come on baby, hey girl
Let your love come out
If you believe in love
Let's get it on
Let's get it on, baby
This minute, oh yeah
Let's get it on
Please get it on
So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on darlin'
Stop beatin' 'round the bush
Gonna get it on
I wanna get it on
You don't have to worry that it's wrong
If the spirit moves ya
Let me groove ya... good
Let your love come down
Get it on, come on baby

And did we tell you the name of the game, boy, We call it Riding the Gravy Train

Welcome all. Isn't this just wonderful, I've now created a blog. So instead of posting comments on all of yours and making fun of Asay, I can now talk about whatever I want... and make fun of Asay.

What do you think of the color scheme? No colors anymore,but would you expect anything different from me?

I really have no idea what to do with my blog, so I'm just gonna make it up as we wind on down the road. And if you don't like it, I'll knife ya.

(BTW, kudos if you can name the song references in here)