12/31/98
Okay, so this will be my last rant of 1998. And what a way to start off
the new year than to find out your best friend fucked the thing he calls his
ex-girlfriend. Now, after the Thanksgiving fiasco, you'd think he would have
learned. But that is not true, or so it appears. I don't know that they had sex
for sure, but I have it on good source that it was indeed with him, and in his
bedroom. Oh well. I guess it doesn't really matter. As Theryn put it, it's his
life to screw up. You know, no. I can't accept that. I am his friend, and
therefore I don't want to see him do something that I know for a fact will hurt
him in the end. I know, I'll hire someone to kill it. No, that wouldn't do any
good. Rodney'd probably go off the deep end then. This is the first time I've
ever actually fulfilled my new year's resolution. And isn't it funny that I
fulfilled it with the very person to whom I told it. Heh. Anyway, let's see.
What should I resolve this year? Better grades? No, that'd be too easy, since I
have to do that anyway. Maybe I should resolve to stop worrying so much about
what Rodney is doing. Sure, he's my friend, but if he really wants to be in
pain and screw his life up, then who am I to say he shouldn't? Well, I'm his
best friend. So, that resolution is out. Let's see... I could resolve to stop
eating KFC. But that would suck really bad, because hey - I really like their
new sandwiches. Which, by the way, I don't know if they have come out across
the country. I know that when the KFC sandwiches started here, we were a test
place. I gotta get one of those ergonomic(sp?) keyboards. Not because I think
it would really help me at all, but because I want one and they look cool.
Anyway, back to the sandwiches. The
12/30/98
Well, here it is - what could be my final rant of 1998. 1999 begins the day
after tomorrow and then it's just one year left until the world explodes. Or so
I've heard. I certainly hope it's not true, though, because I plan to get
married in 2003. The world exploding three years before my marriage could put a
damper on the nuptials. And then there's IDC,
my wonderful internet service provider. First they deactivated my
account. I had no idea why. When I called, they said they hadn't received
payment for November or December. Which, for all intents and purposes, is a
crock of shit. I always pay my bills, especially this one - considering how
important this page and my email account are to me. Anyway, so I check and the
November one had already been processed through the bank. And two days ago I
checked on the December check and it had gone through as well. Today I get an
email from IDC saying they had the November one, but still hadn't received
December's payment. BULLSHIT! Anyway, they're dicking me around and it's really
pissing me off. But I'm giving them one more chance, being the generous guy
that I am. Either that or it's the fact that I'm too lazy to try and find a new
ISP. You know, I haven't really missed the NBA. I had a good christmas, got
lots of Broncos stuff - a watch, a McCaffery jersey, a hat, a flag, window
stickers, and a new pair of Vans. Yes, I know Vans aren't Broncos merchandise,
but I got a new pair of Vans! They're pretty cool. And now that it's going to
be 1999, how are we going to party? I suppose we could keep partying like it's
1999, since, it will be 1999, but what then? Are we still going to be partying
like it's 1999 when it's 2015? Or will The Artist make a new song, Party Like
It's 2999? And what about those Broncos? 14-2 is their best record ever, and
the second best record, tied with
12/09/98
So, here I sit. 5:22pm on Wednesday night with a final at 7:30am Thursday and a
paper due on the same day. And I just can't get motivated to study or write the
paper. So here I am, updating my page. What the fuck? Well, I suppose it could
have something to do with the fact that I put off the paper pretty much until
today, and that I didn't pay too much attention in the class I have the final
for tomorrow - plus I didn't do most of the readings. So here I go. I'm going
to write a paper for which I have researched little, then I'm going to study
for my Medieval History final, and hopefully some time in the next six hours,
I'll eat and get to at least talk to my girlfriend. Ugh. College.
12/01/98
Okay. It's December. Fucking December. I know I was saying something similar
back in September, but for fuck's sake, 1998 is almost over now! You gotta love
pages like this. I get all the news
I need plus great coverage of the Broncos with the Denver Post Online. It's Christmas in my
pants, wish my tree had bigger balls. What... the fuck... are swaddling
clothes? Maybe we'll soak them up with ether. We've got some hard boiled eggs
for you, maybe we'll save them for Easter. Jesus is a Mexican name, they don't
pronounce it rightly. King of the Jews has a Mexican name, Christ himself
deceived nightly. Isn't Danger Bob
great? Rodney's going to end up on Jerry Springer, I swear. Either that or in
prison. Alvin, Simon, Theodore, doo doo do do do do, doo doo do do do do.
11/24/98 again
That damned music is going to drive me insane. I don't know what room it's
coming from, and I can't tell what it is. It's just a hum, with a beat. Like
the music from a little kid's carrousel outside a Wal-Mart in Parsons,
11/24/98
Rodney has a knack for getting himself into sticky situations. Like, for
example, the one he's in right now. He has been hanging out with this girl
named Amanda. Now, when he met Amanda, he knew she was 15 and that she had a
boyfriend. So, he just hung out with her and watched movies and shit.
"Cuddling and shit, but not kissing". Now, obviously, if you do this
with a girl, she's going to think you like her. But I guess Rodney didn't
realize this until it was too late. Because now Amanda has broken up with her
boyfriend and she and Rodney have unofficially officially become a couple. And
he's freaking out. He doesn't know what to do. Here's what you do, Rodney. You
tell her you "just want to be friends". Do it for yourself, do it for
all of the men in this world that have ever heard that line. But, just do it.
Well, my five day weekend starts tomorrow. There's some stuff that I'd like to
get done that I know I won't, because I never do what I plan to do when I've got
a long weekend. Then on the last day of the weekend I feel like shit because I
didn't do any of the stuff I wanted to get done. Oh well, shit happens. AoHell
is trying to merge with Netscape. That is some ass right there buddy. Netscape
good, AoHell bad. It can't happen. It just can't. Bliss.
11/20/98
Oi. I need to get home and take some sinus medication. It feels like my head is
going to explode. That'd be messy. Looks like we're taking the Pinto to the Garbage
show in KC tonight. Woohoo! Let's just hope we don't get rear-ended. KA-BOOM!
Yeah. Another lovely thought, that is. I have become addicted to Hot Tamales.
You know, the candy? Yeah, every day I work, I go down to the break room and
get a soda and a box of Hot Tamales. Well, it's finally cooled off and started
feeling like fall around here. We've had some sixty degree days lately. Nice,
but the warmth doesn't go well with the autumn colors on the trees and grass.
Hey look, the Denver Broncos are 10-0 and playing
11/19/98
You know what I don't understand? Putting nuts in pumpkin bread. I love pumpkin
bread! But, I hate it with nuts in it. Where is the logic behind putting nuts
in pumpkin bread? There are no nuts in pumpkins - seeds, yes - but no nuts. And
there are no nuts in bread. So, why, when you combine the two, do you add nuts?
And on the subject of nuts, it's a sin to put nuts in brownies and chocolate
chip cookies. Especially walnuts. Ick. And now the place I live has told me I
can't park my car there until I fix the oil leak because it will
"eventually damage the asphalt.". Ain't that some shit? So I guess
I'll be parking at KU and riding the bus to and from work and school.
11/10/98
It seems to me that perhaps I didn't go to the same school or take any similar
classes as did my friends Ben
and Rodney. I came
to this conclusion after they both started web pages. They're actually pretty
good web pages, made even better because I know the people who made them and
can hear them saying what they write. But, the spelling and grammar of my
friends, or the lack thereof, astounds me. Now, sure, some of it could be
attributed to poor typing skills, or even typos. They don't, however, just make
a few mistakes. I know what Ben's major problem is - and that is he doesn't
look at the screen as he types. I haven't yet figured out what Rodney's problem
is. But I do know that the major problem they both have is that they use that
damned angelfire basic editor. I haven't used it for years, so I don't know if
they've changed it to include a spell check, but back in the day when I didn't
know html very well, the basic editor didn't have a spell check. And they both
need one, badly. I mean, sure, I can overlook the spelling errors, typos, and
general bad grammar. Because, I'm not perfect either. I still make mistakes
once in a while. But it does bother me that it doesn't bother them. I try to
correct typos and spelling errors. I want my page to look professional. Or at
least grammatically correct. And I have just noticed that WordPad doesn't have
a spell check either. I don't think, however, that my spelling and/or typos are
that bad. And I like to think that my grammar is at least up to par. Well, now
that I've spent too much time on that subject and probably pissed Ben and
Rodney off, I'll move on to another subject. One probably just as pointless.
Hey - since this is my page of rants, I think I'll rant for a bit. You know
what pisses me off? When someone calls you up, wants to go out, you decline
because you're tired and have homework, but they convince you to go out because
they want to see you and you want them to stop bitching. But when you get to
the place you were going to hang out with this person, you see them for one
minute and then they go off and talk to some other person. This especially
sucks when you weren't going to stay very long anyway. I am, of course, not
talking about anyone in particular.
Oh, and Theryn's back in town. It's been a week since I wrote a rant, so I
thought I'd mention that. Parsons,
11/3/98
01 day
So, I saw Pleasantville the other day. It was pretty good. I didn't know I was
going to have to sit through two hours of social commentary, but that's okay.
So, Rodney, Jacque, Ben and I were all sitting in KFC last night, enjoying a
night of deep philosophical discussion after having finished our wonderful
sandwiches, when this fucker turns to us and says "Hey guys, I've got a
four year old over here and I'd appreciate it if you'd tone down the language.
I've heard the f-word four times and the b-word twice." I was just like,
"Okay guys, let's get out of here... I mean, it is, after all, our
responsibility to keep his child from hearing swear words. I mean, sure he came
in after us, and sure he could have left, but hey - we might as well
leave." What a fucking jackass. I didn't really feel that confrontational,
otherwise there are a million things I could have said. What a fucking jackass.
I don't even like children! Why should I censor myself for their
benefit! I wonder if he doesn't let his child watch t.v., or if he keeps it
near him all the time to shield its virgin ears from the evil world around her.
I hate parents. I suppose I could put all of this on my shit list, but oh
fucking well. I think the problem with people today is the way they were
raised. That child is going to hear those words no matter what its father does
to keep it from them. All he can hope to do is to teach it that those words are
inappropriate at certain times, like when he is around. That's pretty much the
only time I ever curb my swearing - when my mother is around. Because she
doesn't like it, and I respect that because I respect her. I don't even know
that guy, why should I keep my mouth shut for him? Well, anyway, I've spent too
much of my time worrying about that guy. Fuck him and the high horse he rode in
on.
10/27/98
08 days
If I had a hammer, I'd fuck shit up. Man I have so much fucking homework.
Papers left and right, plus a lot of reading and shit. Fuck. And of course, the
week of my birthday. Which, it doesn't really even feel like my birthday is
tomorrow. And you know, I have really bad arachnophobia. So, when I saw what I
thought at the time to be a brown recluse spider crawling away from me on my
bed, it kind of flipped my shit out. I was on the phone with Theryn at the
time. I think it's time to call in an exterminator. And to clean up the
basement. If Americans are from
10/23/98
12 days.
The Misanthropic Bitch rocks my world.
I haven't yet even read it, but I saw that she the title of one of her rants -
"School Violence". This got me thinking. I have been hearing a lot of
stories lately about kids going insane and popping off a few rounds into their
fellow classmates and teachers. I wish I had had the guts to do that when I was
in junior high and high school. I don't think I would have shot
indiscriminately, for I did have many friends. But I guess if I had flipped my
lid, I wouldn't care. Oh, but to see the faces of my enemies as I unloaded
round after round into their tommy hilfiger wearing bodies. I'd also like to
touch on road rage. Because, if I could get away with it, I would carry a gun
around with me in my car and shoot the people who can't fucking drive. And lord
knows, there would be a lot of dead people every time I went for a drive. Hell,
if I could shoot bad drivers, I'd drive around all fucking day. No turn signal,
eh? *BLAM BLAM* That'll teach you, you fucking jackass. People from
10/09/98
Guest ranter this day - Theryn, the love of my life.
I just tortured myself, I watched It's My Party and cried my eyes out. I’m not
sure why I rented it when I knew that is what was going to happen. Ingot a
haircut and now I have that itchy neck feeling. Can you have an asthma attack
that is just really tight lungs and not the traditional wheezing, because I am
pretty sure I had one today. Even if I had time I can’t come up tomorrow. I've
got warning lights on in my car, it says CHARGE +, I don't know exactly what
that means but I don't want to screw anything up and I also don't want my car
to not start if I stop somewhere. Plus even though I am trying to make even
myself believe it, I am still not 100%. I got a chair today. It cost me $3 and
it looks like it, ugly orange and brown flowers. I threw an old blanket over it
and with little tweaking and a lot of safety pins it actually looks pretty
good. Instill need a kitchen table. There was a coffee table I considered getting
at the rummage sale where I bought the chair but I would have had to carry it
and to find a home for it when I leave. Plus it was more money than the chair,
so I figured that I could live without it. I am really random right now. This
would make a good rant. There was a table I really liked and I would have been
willing to pay the 15 bucks but I would have wanted to keep it and don't think
I have a place to store it. I keep picturing what our apartment is going to
look like. I love you. I wish you were home. I got on to check my mail and Ben
was on. The bastard either paid no attention to it or blatantly ignored the
message I sent him because he logged off a few minutes later. I was going to tell
him to tell you that I love you. But you know that. I love you. I love you. I
had cut and pasted something and now every time I bump the mouse it spits it
out so I cut I love you. In so that it won't be so strange every time I do it.
I am going to bed now. I love you.
I love you.
Theryn
***Sigh. Only about 25 more days...***
10/6/98
Yet another exciting day at the office. There is a little flying insect buzzing
around my computer and I can only see it when it's in front of the screen or
over the keyboard, and then it's too quick so I'm unable to kill it. With my
luck it'll turn out to be an African Fruit Fly carrying a new string of the
ebola virus that will be air borne to humans. Is
10/5/98
Oi. Flooded engines, wet socks, good friends, and Ani DiFranco. <--- That
was my night last night. There was a big ol' mean storm in
10/2/98
Suddenly, I have a headache. I think that the new imac is really just another
tool of the man to bring me down. I've seen the rain when the sun was shining.
I live in
10/1/98
Testies. One, two... three? Okay. So if you're looking for any rant written
before this one, there's a link at the bottom of the page. It was getting kind
of long, so I decided to make a new page. Exciting eh? Sometimes you would send
me a birthday card with a five dollar bill. I never understood you then and I
guess I never will. La la. Only one more month until Theryn comes home. I want
to go see Culture Clash
tomorrow night. I hope tickets are still/will be still available. And dammit,
why can't I telnet to my shell account from anywhere but home? Will someone
please tell me why?! And there were many things I wanted and needed to do to my
page when I was able to ftp to my server, but now that I can, I can't remember
anything I wanted to do. Anyway...
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