It's Oh So Quiet

**It's Oh So Quiet is a song by Bjork Gudmundsdottir -- aka Bjork. Now I know why she is just called Bjork. I don't mind Bjork actually. I think she's weird and she's from Iceland, a country I know nothing about. I like the song though. 4 horns out of 5.**

So yeah, it's quiet here. Nix is sleeping in the living room. Poor thing, so tired. I gave him a blanket to keep him warm. I hope he is sleeping well.

2 more days until another glorious 3 day weekend. Woo! Today one of our machines broke at work, so we have to close that treatment room off, meaning we're down to two. I know we're gonna get swamped on Thursday and I'm gonna fucking tear my hair out.

Got a futon today from Keenan. Good times. Hopefully it will provide more seating room at New Years and various other parties. Maybe I will actually get to sit on my couch for once. I always end up on the floor for some reason. Oh well, guess I have to be a good hostess and give my guests primo choice of seats. I can give up my couch for one evening.

Speaking of the New Years party, looks like everything is in order. As long as everyone cooperates, there should be no problem whatsoever. I love parties that go off without a hitch.

I thought I had more to say, guess I didn't.

Oh well. I updated.

HIZZY

Music -- clickety clickety click click
Link -- God Hates Shrimp

It's My Job to Keep Punk Rock Elite

**IMJTKPRE is by a punk band called NoFX. They're a pretty decent punk band, a lot better than a lot of the newer "punk rock" bands I've heard in recent years. I give this 3 horns up out of 5***

T minus 5 hours and counting until the Scarlet Whore show. Is it wrong of me to just have an overall bad feeling about this show. I feel like something isn't right, but I can't put my finger on it. Maybe it's that it's fuckin' cold outside. That could be it.

T minus about 20 hours until Nix and Scott arrive back from Tex-ass. Can't wait to see Nix and just spend some quality time with him. I miss him.

4.0 GPA, baby! Eye am gud at skool.

I'm wearing my new skull hoody. It's nice and warm and really neato.

God, I really thought I had more to say. I had a whole mind full of stuff, but the minute I saw the blank white page, it all left me.

On that note, I bid you adieu until my next post.

Rock!
HIZZ

Music -- "Under the Bridge" Red Hot Chili Peppers
Linkage -- Bored.com -- fun shit to do online when you're bored

Who Are You?

**Who Are You is by the amazingly cool rock band, The Who. Listen to more stuff from the Who. I think you'll like it. It's good classic rock**

I stole this from my friend Ross. Neither he nor I know where //series one went.

// series two - describe

-- Your heritage: Northern Italian from my dad's father's side (Cuggiono, Italy), Sicilian from my mother's father's side, German from my mother's mother's side, Irish from my dad's mother's side
-- The shoes you wore yesterday: Black tennis shoes with white stripes
-- Your hair: Brown. I think there's still some red in there.
-- Your fears: Spiders, death, intruders
-- Your perfect pizza: Pepperoni, green pepper, and extra sauce
-- One thing you'd like to achieve: Wow. I guess I just want to succeed at everything I try. Maybe that's a fault

// series three - what is

-- Your most overused phrase on aim: NICE!
-- Your thoughts first waking up: "Fuck work"
-- The first feature you notice in the opposite/same sex: Eyes
-- Your best physical feature: I like my eyes and my ahir
-- Your bedtime: Usually 2-ish
-- Your greatest accomplishment: Graduating college and then having the guts and drive to go back

// series four - you prefer

-- Pepsi or Coke: Coke
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King
-- Single or group dates: Single, but I do enjoy going out with the group
-- Adidas or Nike: Adidas
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Neither. Orange Pekoe or Green Tea
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino -- french vanilla
-- Boxers or briefs: Boxers, always boxers.

// series five - do you

-- Smoke: Like a fiend.
-- Cuss: Like a sailor.
-- Sing well: Absofuckinglutely not
-- Take a shower everyday: Always one, sometimes two.
-- Do you think you've been in love: Yes, I have.
-- Want to go to college: Graduated, and then went back.
-- Liked high school: I loved high school.
-- Want to get married: Maybe someday.
-- Type w/ your fingers on the right keys: Always. I type constantly at my job.
-- Believe in yourself: In some instances, yes. In other instances, absolutely not. I'm very self-deprecating at times.
-- Get motion sickness: Not really.
-- Think you're a health freak: Nope.
-- Get along with your parent(s): At times, yes.
-- Like thunderstorms: I love thunderstorms. They relax me. I think it's the sounds.
-- Play an instrument: I played clarinet in 5th grade and sucked. Haven't played since. Though I would like to learn how to play bass, piano, or guitar

// series six - in the past month, did/have you

-- Drank alcohol: Yep.
-- Done a drug: No
-- Made Out: Yes, I sure did.
-- Gone to the mall?: Yeah, had to go Christmas shopping
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No. Oh the humanity, no.
-- Eaten sushi: Yes, sushi is the shizzle
-- Been on stage: Yeah, but didn't perform. Put down setlists and then helped the guys break their set down.
-- Been dumped: No.
-- Gone skating: No.
-- Made homemade cookies: Yep, and they were good.
-- Been in love: I'm getting there.
-- Gone skinny dipping: No. Fuck no.
-- Dyed your hair: Gonna do it eventually
-- Stolen anything: I stole a Sharpie from work.

// series seven - have you ever

-- Played a game that required removal of clothing?: Yeah
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Of course I have
-- Been caught "doing something": Never ever been caught
-- Been called a tease: Never.
-- Got beaten up: When I was younger.
-- Changed who you were to fit in: I guess a few times.

// series eight - the future

-- Age you hope to be married: I guess by the time I"m 30 would be nice
-- Numbers and Names of Children: If I were to have kids, I really like the name Isabel(la) or Araya for a girl and Jeremiah for a boy.
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: Something small, with close friends and family.
-- How do you want to die: In my sleep or something quick where I don't feel the pain.
-- Where you want to go to college: Nowhere, when I'm done with this, I'm done.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: I want to teach or travel the world with my band
-- What country would you most like to visit: I want to go to Italy, England, and Australia

// series nine – opposite/same sex

-- Best eye color?: Doesn't really matter. I like brown eyes and green eyes most though.
-- Best hair color?: Dark, must be dark.
-- Short or long hair?: Doesn't matter really.
-- Best height: Doesn't matter
-- Best weight: Weight doesn't really matter. It's really shallow to judge someone on weight.
-- Best articles of clothing: Fuck if I care.
-- Best first date location: Don't care.
-- Best first kiss location: The lips.

// series ten - number of

-- Number of boys/girls I have kissed: God, probably about 10
-- Number of boy/girlfriends I have had: Serious - 1 or 2. Not serious - about 7
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: One
-- Number of people I could trust with my life:3.
-- Number of CDs that I own: I have around 500 CDs (and over 5500 mp3s)
-- Number of foreign countries I have visited: One, Mexico
-- Number of states I have visited : Missouri, Illinois, New York, Pennsylvania, North Carolina, Louisiana, Tennessee--so 7
-- Number of piercings: 0. Had my eyebrow pierced when I was a freshman in college.
-- Number of scars on my body: 3 or 4
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: I regret not standing up for myself more often. I regret opening my mouth sometimes. I regret fucking up college my first year. Other than that, no regrets.

Cemetery Gates

**Cemetery Gates is by Pantera. How appropriate.**

Well, it's been 24+ hours since the metal world learned of the untimely death of Dimebag Darrell. I've had time to mull this over, cry about it, bitch about it, be sad, be nostalgic, be drunk. Every rockstar releases a statement when someone dies. What about us average people? Here is my statement.

I've never met Dimebag. Never sat with him and drank or smoked or done whatever. I've always wanted to sit down and pick his brain about music, let him know how much Pantera meant to me growing up a crazy metal chick in St. Louis. I'll never get that chance.

At least I was lucky enough to see Pantera live at Ozzfest 2000. Now granted, at the time, I had a mad crush on Phil "I've got frontman syndrome" Anselmo. But I was always drawn to Dime's amazing guitar crunches and riffs. That dude sure could play.

It's so weird talking about him in the past tense. For the last 36 hours, I've heard "He WAS a great guitarist" "When he WAS alive", etc. I don't think it's quite set in for a lot of us yet. The thought of there never being a Pantera reunion, another Damageplan album, or a show here in STL featuring Dime is a large idea to wrap one's head around.

I know a lot of my friends out there have no clue why I keep beating myself up over this. Imagine if a person you looked up to, that you idolized for so many years was taken from you in the most brutal of ways. Imagine the grief. The entire metal community, which I belong to, is reeling. Hold your smartass comments until we've had some time.

This makes me disgusted to be a human. The fact that another human being could so savagely kill someone makes me sick to my stomach. Dime was shot 6 times, point blank range, in the face, in front of his fans, his bandmates, and his brother. The one thing that sets me at ease in all this was that he died doing what he loved -- playing music, entertaining, shredding the fuck out.

I pray for the family of Nathan Gale, the gunman, that they will be able to come to terms with the fact that their now deceased son took the life of another man. However, I wish Gale an eternity of hellfire and pain. May he rot in the pits of hell for all eternity.

End statement.

December 19, Scarlet Whore will take the stage at Pops, with the spirit and memory of Dime in their hearts and minds. It will be a somber time. The band will be wearing black armbands in memory of Dime. I encourage you all to come out and support not only the band, but the memory of Dimebag. December 19 is for him, not for Scarlet Whore.

With that, I bid you all farewell for tonight. Tonight, tell someone close to you how much you love them. You never know what may happen.

HIZZ

Link : VinnieandDime.com
Sounds : Pantera "This Love" (is, was, and always will be my favorite Pantera song)

Hollow

**Hollow is by Pantera. I don't need to say anymore**

Hollow

What's left inside him?
Don't he remember us?
Can't he believe me?
We seemed like brothers
Talked for hours last month
About what we wanna be
I sit now with his hand in mine
But I know he can't feel...
No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead
I'm close with his mother
And she cries endlessly
Lord how we miss him
At least what's remembered
It's so important to make best friends in life
But it's hard when my friend sits with blank expressions
No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead
He as hollow as I alone now
He as hollow as I alone
A shell of my friend
Just flesh and bone
There's no soul
He sees no love
I shake my fists at skies above
Mad at God
He as hollow as I converse
I wish he'd waken from this curse
Hear my words before it's through
I want to come in after you
My best friend
He as hollow as I alone


"Dimebag" Darrell Abbott
1964-2004

Metal Militia

**Metal Militia is a song of of Metallica's 1982 album, Kill 'Em All. It's probably one of my favorite songs on that album, which marked the beginning of a long and prestigious career for everyone's favorite sellouts. Anyway, Metal Militia rocks. 5 mega big horns up out of 5. So concludes your music history lesson for the day. There are cookies and punch in the hallway. Help yourself**

There was a metal militia onstage at Pop's tonight. At the end of a dynamite show by all 4 bands, Conquest, the headliner, invited all the bands on stage. Conquest provided the instrumentation, while the other 12-15 other long haired metal dudes, including the guys in the Whore, rocked out to a 7 minute long (approx.) version of Seek & Destroy (which, coincidentally was alson on Kill 'Em All). It was like the St. Louis metal army had converged on Pops. It was one of those 'had to be there' sorta moments.

The guys in the Whore were soldiers too. A militia of 5, who conquered horrid sound problems at Pops (we lost Erk's vocals throughout most of Crawling Chaos). Then Sean's mic cut out. He had to share with Matt, who lives on the other side of the fucking stage. Thank god Sean has a wireless setup. It was terrible. The boys were so disappointed. However, they soldiered through it. That's a mistake that a band can't just cover up. Everyone could hear the sound problems. It wasn't the band's fault and people knew that. They didn't stop the set, they didn't let on that they were discouraged. They played their instruments throughout the entire mishap, Erk sang into a dead mic. They just kept going and for that, I am proud of them. The biggest show thus far of our entire career. Even with the technical difficulties, they persevered and played an almost flawless show.

I'm sitting here. It's 1:30 in the am. My feet hurt. I just took my contacts out. My calves hurt. I still have to take my makeup off. Changed into comfy clothes. Sitting back enjoying a raspberry ice tea and some Cheez-Its. Good dinner, yay! I have to work tomorrow. And sunday. Yeah, go ahead and laugh. Fucks.

Other than that, everything is peachy. I have 'Right Now' by Van Halen stuck in my head. It's been there since I was coming home from work at 3 this afternoon. It's been there all night. Fucking implantation of information in my cerebrum. Fuck you brain.

That's all. I have decided to add another fun thing to my blog, in addition to the music and the link. I am proud to give you, Hizzy's Thought of the Day. Ok, they're not really mine. I'm ripping them off from various humor sites, but still, they're interesting and sorta fun to think about.

HTOTD : Why do they put pictures of criminals up in post offices. What are we supposed to do, write these men? Why don't they put their pictures on postage stamps so mailmen can look for them while they deliver mail?

SOUNDS : Dave Matthews Band - "Don't Drink the Water" (and don't laugh at the Hizz, my Winamp is on shuffle and I didn't download this song. Yoda did. I copied his hard drive. Blame him.) I need that picture from Blender mag with Dave Matthews dressed an a Wookiee, so I can laugh hysterically everytime I see it. Go back to Endor, you freak. (and if you don't get the joke I'm making, you're more lame than I thought).

LINK : Dancing Bush.com -- make Dubya bust a move.

Nite,
HIZZ

Blinded by the Light

**BBTL is by Manfred Mann. It's been stuck in my head for the last 14 hours or so. Thanks a lot, Nix. I think this song is pretty decent. It's definately catchy, that's for fucking sure. I give Blinded by the Light 4 very emphatic horns up**

Greetings, readers! Welcome to another exciting (albeit delayed) installment of the Hizzblog. There's been a lot of really good stuff going on in my world lately. Hmmm...where to start.

1. The Whore is getting mentioned every hour on the hour in a KSHE promo spot for tomorrow's show. Good times.

2. Nix and I are still going strong. I'm really crazy about him. It was so great having him here with me over his break from work. I miss you baby. He' s in Texass for about 2 weeks. Yeah, I know. Texas. Exciting. Woo. Not really.

3. Plans for my high school reunion (another late event) are now seeming to roll a bit. I can't wait to see how many illegitimate children the skanks I went to school with had.

4. Congratulations to Epps on his promotion at Enterprise Rent A Car, PV on his new job, and Chuck on his new job. If you see any of these guys, buy them a beer.

5. Corey has testicular cancer. Dude, you're in my thoughts. Need a band to play a benefit show?

I think that's about it. I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving. Mine was really good. I got sleepy. Fucking tryptophane. Sorry about not updating this blog much. I've been quite the bizzy Hizzy lately. Work is kicking my ass, just keeps piling up on a daily basis. School is good. Got some final projects to work on this weekend. The Whore has 2 concerts this month, just a couple weeks apart, so I'm busy busy busy. I still love you all and haven't forgotten.

I think that's all for now.

I'm on the nighttrain,
HIZZ

Good sounds --> Otep "Blood Pigs"
Good places --> www.joecartoon.com

Cold

**Cold is by Static-X, off of the album Machine. It also appeared on the Queen of the Damned soundtrack. It's one of my favorite Static X songs. 4 horns up. So ends your daily music lesson from the Hizzy**

It's motherfuckin' cold outside. Goddamn winter. My least favorite season is upon us.

Things have been rather uneventful in the Hizzyworld these last few days. I have my wonderful mate Nix here with me. We've been having a good time, laughing and just being together. I love times like that.

I felt I owed you guys an update, hence this.

Couple things.
1. The choices part of the forum board is becoming increasingly more disgusting. I am refusing to vote until some better choices are put up, some that don't require me to think "I wouldn't do either because they're damn disgusting" or some actual realistic ones. Until then, I abstain.

2. Took Nix to my parents' house last night for some turkey. We both had a good time. I'm glad he came with me and got to meet my parents. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.

3. Something is going on and no one is telling me what it is. This has nothing to do with anyone who blogs regularly or anything. Another friend of mine. I wish people would realize that I'm not a blabbermouth anymore and come to me with their problems. I think I know what's going on, but I'm not too sure. It's got something to do with Amber and John, that's all I know. I'm worried about both of them, yet no one will tell me what's going on. Aaargh, so frustrating.

4. Nothing else really is going on. I have my health, money, and my Nix. Things are good.

Music : Nix is sleeping, so there is no music being played.
Link : I don't know. It's friday, do the usual thing.

HIZZY

Never Named

**Never Named is a really excellent song by Soundgarden. No, not Audioslave. Soundgarden, who is tons cooler than Audioslave. Anyway, four horns up for this song**

I wasn't feeling particularly creative in the title department tonight, so I copped out. Hey, we're all entitled to an off night on the blogs.

I'm really worried about Sparkamus. He seems to have gotten his heart broken yet again. What is it with women treading all over him? I can't believe how bad some chicks treat him. Jesus christ, he's a human being. If you want to see why I'm worried about him, head over to gimbie.net -- you know shit's bad when there's a depressing poem and nothing else. Someone please go check on him. I'd call him, if my phone wasn't broken. It's shit like this that just makes me fucking scowl. Sparkamus is a great dude, I wish girls would fucking appreciate him. Well, person who was mean to him, you had a good thing going. A really good thing. Oh well, you blew it.

Had a pretty good night tonight. Went over to Pop's with Sean to pick up flyers. We got good billing on them. Then we headed to Crestwood and handed out flyers. One of the guys from the other band said to expect 300-400 people at this show. I can't wait. I'm gonna throw up before the show, I know I am. Nerves.

Work was fine. Nothing much up there.

My "check engine" light came on today, so that's the thing that's bothering me right now. Dad's gonna look at it for me tomorrow. Hopefully he can figure out what's wrong. Certainly don't want it dying on me on the fucking highway at 75 mph.

I miss Nix. Steve, this is your cue to make fun of me. However, I found something for him at Crestwood tonight. Thank god it was right out there where I could see it, would have missed it. Might go to the S. County store and pick it up before he gets into town.

Hizzy says : I ain't tellin'.

I made up a game tonight. It's really weird and I'm not sure anyone will participate. I was inspired by Ravenous. Scott, I may need a section on the board for it, as it's gonna work sorta like Juice Wars, only it won't last a trillion years. Hopefully I'll have the concept and the specs posted soon. Steve liked it. I really want it to work, so I'll try to discuss it with ya sometime.

Seems like all the forums are really taking off. I'm thinking of launching my own forum. KIDDING! That would be the most fucked forum in the world, full of bitching and metal stuff.

I think that's it. I'm gonna call Nix here in a little while and then go to bed. I have to work tomorrow. Fuck.

Later,
HIZZ

Pretty Sounds : Stormtroopers of Death : Kill Yourself
Linkage : somethingawful.com = Photoshop Phriday (yay! The obligatory Friday cop out link)

Better

I apologize for the last post. I was very pissed off, and something unrelated to the group started it. I sincerely apologize.

I'm better. I slept well (on the couch, with 2 candles burning--lucky I didn't burn this place down). Got to talk to Nix -- highlight of my night.

@Nix - I love you, baby. Have a good demo today.

I think that's all. Just wanted to post a retraction.

HIZZY

Angermeans

**Angermeans is an album by a hardcore band called Strife. Now, when I say 'hardcore', I mean it as the genre of metal that generally fuses punk, emo, and metal together, not in the 'I'm Hardcore' sense. It's a really great album. 4 out of 5.**

Rain usually makes me happy. So it's weird that I am so pissed off right now.

I'm so angry that I can't even see straight. I'm so angry that I actually threw a glass at the refrigerator and it broke. Bye bye glass.

You know, if it isn't my mother bitching at me about money or my job or the band or whatever, it's that someone has the fucking audacity to make a board so that he can feel better about himself by putting others down. All this under the clever guise of 'satire'.

I think the great writer Jonathan Swift said it best when he said that "satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own"

Interesting quote, Jonathan. I wish that the creator of the satire board would look into the glass and realize that all the nasty, vicious things he says about people really make him look like an asshole more than some funny, witty, sarcastic guy.

My question is this : Can someone like something, love someone, like doing something without shit being pitched their way about it? Jesus christ dude. That's really heartless, motherfucker. I guess your high school bullshit works with everyone else in this group, your sophomoric humor, but frankly, I dont' care for it one bit. Shit, next thing you know, you'll be talking bad about the Beaver's heart problems, my dead brother, Nate's weight problem, etc. Is nothing sacred in this game? Can we fucking like something and not get attacked for it? Can we have one thing that just tears us down and makes us cry without getting shit flipped at us about it? Yeah, I said it. I have a brother, he's dead. His name is Jason Matthew. He was born in 1978. He was 2 months premature, his lungs weren't developed enough. He died 2 days after he was born. It bothers me to talk about it. Probably won't bother you to put it on your little 'satire' board though.Shit, you'd probably connect it to a genre of metal or use it as the reason I'm a "dude".

That's another thing. So what if I'm not a girly girl. Girly girls are so fucking fake. I don't care about makeup or frilly dresses. What you see is what you fucking get. I think I'm more straight up and real than some of the girly girls in this group. Why do you find it funny that I like to hang with the boys? I don't think it's funny. I've always been 'the tomboy'. Shit, my own mother has questioned my sexuality in the past, because I've always had a problem getting boyfriends and I dress like a dude. Pretty sad when your own mother thinks you're a fucking dyke. That's why it bothers me so much. Why can't I just be who I am? I think I'm a beautiful, smart, well-read, cultured individual. So what if I don't wear dresses or tight little skirts. At least I'm real. And that's all that fucking matters.

Metal. You know, I don't sit there and attack what you like. I don't attack foam swords or anything like that. I've never attacked Gravity Kills, though frankly, I've always, deep down, thought that they weren't really that good to begin with. It's been done, many times, by bands with tons more talent than GK. You act like all I listen to is metal. For your information, right now I am listening to one of the masters of funk music, George Clinton. Earlier, I was listening to Marley, and today in the car, I was listening to a wonderful piece of music from Mr. Dean Martin. While metal is my first love musically, it's not my whole world. Don't knock some of these bands if you don't know fuck about them. Take your head out of Jeff Scheel's ass and get a clue.

To everyone else, I apologize. Sincerely. That you had to read all this stuff, it's just what I'm feeling right now. I think the satire board is a horrid idea. I think it has the potential to tear people apart, as quickly as we've all been trying to rectify situations within this group. I for one, will be an infrequent contributor to the board because I'm against everything it stands for. Quill told me once that nothing bothers him. So frankly, he's using that board as more of a vehicle for him to just fuck with others, and we can't get him back for the nasty shit he says about all of us, because nothing bothers him. Actually, one thing will piss him off. However, I am much too mature to reveal what that is. Unlike him, I have tact and a heart. I know what sensitive subjects to avoid and what to dog people on.

I've said my piece. If you want to comment, fine. If not, fine.

Hizzy.

Music -- Talking Heads : And She Was (guess this would be New Wave 80s metal, in some eyes)

What a Day

*What a Day is by Nonpoint. I like it because they really break it down towards the middle. Go nonpoint. 4 out of 5*

It's 9:19am and this day is already sucking ass. If this is any indication of how the rest of the day is gonna go, I'm not leaving the house.

I was awakened at around 5:45 (I'm estimating here, because that's what time it said on my cellphone) to everything around me beeping, my computer, yoda's computer, and my alarm clock. Power either surged or went out. It pissed me off because I had to hobble around the room (I fucked up my ankle) in the dark and turn the fucker off. Reset the time, and went back to bed. I set it all wrong and just woke up about 20 minutes ago. I was supposed to be at work an hour ago.

Fuck.

Hizzy.

Link -- new fun stuff posted on Photoshop Phriday, go check it out
Music -- Weezer - Keep Fishin'

Bit o' humor

Go to www.blogthings.com. It's the Quizilla for us cool kids.

I found these there.
(there are *s next to the ones that apply to me)

You Know You're From Missouri When...
Everyone in your family has been on a "Float trip." *

"Vacation" means driving to Silver Dollar City, Worlds of Fun or Six Flags.

Down south to you means Arkansas.

The phrase, "I'm going to the Lake this weekend," can mean only one thing.

You know what "Party Cove" is. (If you know where, you are a boating party animal) *

You think Missouri is pronounced with an "ah" at the end.

You know in your heart that Mizzou can beat Nebraska in football. *

You think I-44 is spelled "foarty-foar." (St. Louis Only)

You'll pay for your kids to go to college unless they want to go to KU. *

You know that Concordia is halfway between Kansas City and Columbia, and Columbia is halfway between St. Louis and Kansas City, and Warrenton outlet mall is halfway between Columbia and St. Louis. *

You can't think of anything better than sitting on the porch in the middle of the summer during a thunderstorm. *

You know that Harry S. Truman, Walt Disney and Mark Twain are all from Missouri. *

You know what "cow tipping" or "Possum Kicking" is. *

You think "frog gigging" should be an Olympic sport.

You think Imo's is larger than Pizza Hut.

You can tell the difference between a horse and a cow from a distance.

You don't put too much effort into hairstyles due to wind and weather.

There's a tornado warning and the whole town is outside watching for it.

The local gas station sells live bait.

Little smokies are something you serve on special occasions.

All your radio preset buttons are country.

You know enough to get your driving done early on Sundays before the Sunday drivers come out.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Missouri. *

AND ONE MORE

You Know You're From St. Louis When...
You love toasted ravioli with Budweiser beer. *

"Vacation" is a choice between Silver Dollar City and Lake of the Ozarks.

You can find Pestalozzi Street by aroma alone. *

You can get anywhere in 20 minutes, except on highway 40. *

You can debate for 30 minutes whether Missouri Baking or Marge Amighetti makes the best Italian bread.

You know what "Party Cove" is, and where the "lake" is. *

You still can't believe the Arena is gone. *

Your first question to a new person is, "Where did you go to High School?" *

Your non-St. Louisan friends always ask if you're aware there is no "r" in "wash."

You know at least one person who's gotten hurt at Johnson Shut-ins. *

You know in your heart that Mizzou can beat Nebraska in football. *

You think the four major food groups are Beef, Pork, Budweiser and Imo's. *

You know there are really only three salad dressings: Imo's, Zia's and Rich and Charlie's.

You'll pay for your kid to go to college unless they want to go to KU. *

You would rather have a root canal without anesthetic than drive on Manchester on a Saturday afternoon. *

It just doesn't seem like a wedding without mostaciolli. AND YOU PRONOUNCE IT 'MUSKACHOLLI'. The balance of the menu is ham, boiled roast beef, string beans with ham and of course pitchers of Busch Bavarian (class weddings have Bud) *

You know, within a three-mile radius, where another St. Louisan grew up as soon as they open their mouth. *

You know what a Pork Steak is...and what kind of sauce to put on it! *

Everyone in your family has floated the Meramec River at least once. *

A hoosier is someone that lives just south of Chouteau, not a person from Indiana. *

You have made fun of Mike Shanahan and tried to imitate him ordering another cold, frosty Busch Bavarian Beer.

You have listened to Mike's broadcast on KMOX, while watching the game on TV and wonder what game he is watching. *

A tear forms in your eye as someone mentions their favorite Jack Buck story. *

You've said, "It's not the heat, it's the humidity." *

Your favorite summer treat is handed to you upside-down

You bleed Blue between September and May *

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from St. Louis.*

Pour Some Sugar (or rain) on Me

**Ah, 80s hair metal. It's a lost time, another era. An era where the guys wore more makeup than the girls, Aqua-Net's stock went up a billion points, and everyone danced w/ Mr. Brownstone. I give this particular song 3 big horns up, just because it's nostalgic of a time of the past**

It's pouring down rain outside. It's times like this when I wish Nix were here. Not that I'm scared or anything. I fucking love rain, it's my favorite kind of weather. I just wnat someone here to share that happy rain experience with me.

I should be in bed, I really should. I gotta get up in 4 hours and go to work. Work has actually been okay lately, I've been getting a lot of stuff done. Hopefully I can get that week off for Christmas that I wanted. We'll have to see how much I can get done between now and then.

OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT:

This will also be posted on the forum.

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 31, 2004
TIME : 8pm - ?
PLACE : HIZZY'S HOUSE OF NEW YEARS CHEER (aka the most metal apartment in Oakville)
MORE DETAILS FORTHCOMING

Yes, that's right. I have taken it upon myself to have a New Years Party. I hope you all will come. While my place isn't large, it's roughly the same size as Joe's or Steve's, so I figure I should just throw a party. If you have any ideas about fun stuff we can do to kill time, let me know. You will get your official invitations in a couple weeks.

I gotta register for school sometime in the near future. I think I'm gonna take a class with Dr. Christensen, she's really a great professor. I have her for my Foundations of Reading Education class and she's a gem. She's teaching Reading in the Content Area -- a requirement for me -- next semester, so I think I'm gonna go for it.

Other than that, nothing new here. Yoda came over and got me re-hooked up with the 120 gig. My fingers are crossed to see if it works.

I also got to talk to my wonderful boyfriend Nix. The day that he returns is growing nearer by the second. He seems to be having a pretty good time in Oregon though. I just want to snuggle with him and kiss him. He rocks my fucking world hard.

Looks like the Whore may have 3 concerts in December, one in just a few weeks as a matter of fact. Word on the street is that we may be opening up for Conquest, one of St. Lou's premier metal bands. This is going to be one killer show. Ununbiun will be there too (it's pronounced Un Onion Bun, just say that really fast).

The father of modern terrorism is dead at 75. It's about fucking time Arafat bit the dust, fucking warmonger. I'm not sad. It's because of him that there's all those horrific deaths over in Israel and Palestine for the last 25 or so years.

That's all I have. I'm gonna smoke one more cancer stick and go to bed. I'm restless.

Nite,
HIZZ

MUSIC -- Superjoint Ritual : It Takes Guts

Awake

**Awake is a song by Godsmack. THey used to be really awesome, but have fallen by the wayside the last couple years. I didn't like their last two albums, but they still rule. 4 out of 5 horns for these boston badasses**

I'm awake.

I don't feel tired or restless or anything. I actually feel pretty energized. I think it's because I got the bulk of my project done for tomorrow. I just need to type up a couple short reflection papers and I'm good to go for my presentation tomorrow. Should I dress up? By dress up, I mean wear my good black skirt? I need to go buy markers. My presentation involves the people in the class drawing. I own 2 markers -- black Sharpies. Oh and highlighters. Not exactly the makings of a pretty picture there.

I might use the Boo Bucket to hold the markers, so people can just take from the Boo Bucket as they see fit. If they TAKE the Boo Bucket, I will kill them and shove each and every marker up their ass.

Everything went really well today, save for a little war that's happening right now on the forum. Bravo to Nix and Spawn for putting a stop to some of the mass posting, or at least pointing out how flawed of an activity it is.

For brevity purposes, you can read my review of the Fear Factory concert in the Music section of the forum.

I still miss Nix. However, the days until he gets back here are decreasing. YAY! Also, I have a suprise for him. It's not an object that I'm suprising him with, more of an idea or something. It's hard to say without giving the suprise away. Oh, and Heineken. Any guy who just got back from being on the road deserves some Heineken. I love you and miss you, Nix.

Dave came over and got his VCR back from me today. Thanks Neo for allowing for the use of your VCR.

So basically, I got a lot done today. I'm cranking out patient charts left and right. Guess I'm starting to buckle down more at work. I can't sit there and play Tetris all the time on the computer. I'm sorta glad I don't have internet access at work. I'd never get anything done.

End.

Hizzy

Music -- "Three Little Birds" by Bob Marley & the Wailers
Link -- My Fear Factory show review

Family Tradition

**Family Tradition is a song by Hank Williams, Jr. Anyone who used to go to karaoke @ Zeke's knows this song. For a country song, it's quite well done. It's not that 'dog dies, wife leaves, truck breaks down country crap'. This is old style country. Hank's son, Hank Williams III is in a deathmetal band called Assjack, so he gets points for that. I give the song 3 horns out of 5.***

Just got back from my parents' house. We had a little going away, early Thanksgiving celebration. My grandparents are going to Tex-ass until March. It was a good day, for the most part. Got a bit peeved at Mom and we almost went toe to toe a couple times, but I remembered that I needed to chill out on people, so I backed down.

Talked to Nix last night. It felt sooo good to hear his voice, to hear that everything was going well in Oregon. I miss him, still. I think I will miss him until he comes back. Hell, I missed him when I was at work and he was here. I miss him when he's in the other room. Psycho? Maybe, but it feels good.

@Nix -- I miss you and I love you. I went ahead and got your DVD player out of your truck, I have no clue what the weather is gonna be like tonight, and I'd rather have it in here and not run the risk of it dipping down into the freezing temperatures overnight one of these nights. I hope you are having a good trip and I hope to talk to you tonight. I love you baby.

I'm having fun listening to all this great music on my 160 gig HD. A lot of it was downloaded when I was in college. Maybe I'll watch one of my 98 movies later (my original estimate of 50 was a bit low). I started playing some of the sex games. A lot of them are really dumb, but you never know who might like them.

If anyone is interested in some good real comedic stuff, I strongly suggest downloading some of Henry Rollin's (ex-Black Flag, Rollins Band) spoken word stuff. He is funny without intentionally meaning to be funny. I saw him in Columbia a couple years ago and he was a really cool guy. It's funny realism from Henry. I encourage a download or 2. I've been enjoying it.

Do I have anything else to say? Can't think of anything, so no.

HIZZ

Current music - "Plateau" - The Meat Puppets
Link : None. Go look @ the forum. There's good stuff on there.

Saturday Night's Alright

**Saturday Night's Alright sucks. It sucks worse than most songs have sucked before. I hate Elton John, which is a large part of why it sucks. I just needed a song with Saturday in the title**

Saturday night is gonna be just fine, friends. Yoda is coming over to give me a glorious new 120 gigabyte hard drive, chock full of movies, mp3s, ebooks, games, porn, etc. You name it, it's on there. I passed on the roms though. There's enough of those floating around the group. You know, I realized something. Hard drives are like dicks. Once you have one, you're constantly wanting a bigger one. I don't have one, so I wouldn't know for certain. Fact of the matter is, I am going to have a very large hard drive for all my fun computer stuff.

I still miss Nix. Like crazy. Can't seem to get him off my mind, and I really don't want to. I'm good at multitasking, so I can think of 20 things at once. Bottom line, I miss Nix. And I love him. I did something dumb last night and said, "Where the fuck is my mind at?" I almost slammed into someone's back end at a light. Anyway, I asked that, and Yoda goes, "Wherever Nix went"That's right, my dear Jedi friend. My mind is in Oregon. And my heart. Nix, I love you and miss you. I hope to hear from you soon.

My car is all clean. I went and had it washed today. Note I said HAD it washed. I was much too lazy and too tired from work to actually wash my car. It's all shiny. It'll just get bird shit on it again soon, if it hasn't already.

I think that's it for now. Oh, and my apartment is semi-clean too. Cleaner than it was. I feel better now. I was so shocked at how messy I can be.

Yep, that's all. Talk to you all later.
HIZZ

Music -- System of a Down "I-E-A-I-A-I-O"
Link -- kissthisguy.com -- a HUGE collection of misheard lyrics. A very funny site.

To Nix

@Nix - I miss you and I love you. It was so hard letting go of you today at the airport. I wanted to just break down in tears, but I knew that would further make you not want to go. I waited until I left the vicinity to cry. I miss you so much, but I'm gonna be strong, because I know that you're gonna be back soon. Have a good trip, baby. I'll see you in a week and a half. I love you so much and I know I'll talk to you soon. Tonight is gonna be so hard, but I take solace in the fact that I know you love me and I know that I will see you in less than 2 weeks. I"ll take good care of your DVDs and your wolves for you. Call me, email me, IM me, do something. I can't go a week and a half without at least knowing you're just an internet connection or a phone call away. I love you Nix.

@Steve -- If you even fucking make fun of me for the above post or for missing Nix like I do, I swear to god you'll pay.

@everyone else -- not meant for you.

Whatever words I say, I will always love you.
Hizzy

Music : none
LInk : Everyone should go to photoshopphriday on Somethingawful.com

Love Song

**Everyone knows that Love Song was originally written by the Cure. If you don't, then you are a fag. It is my favorite Cure song and my all-time favorite song to come out of the 1980s. It makes me sad when a sucky band like 311 covers it. Regardless, this song gets 4 out of 5 horns.**

I know, I know. Long time no post. Hey, I've been busy.

For the first time in a long time, I'm happy. I've been this way for a week. Never knew that one person could send me into such a fucking frenzy, make me totally crazy. Nix did, and he's the reason I haven't been coming out to blog. You think I'd blog when I have someone I'm absolutely nuts for staying at my house? Nope, me neither. I just can't get enough of him, of who he is, of how he makes me feel. There's just so much about him I long to know and many things about him that I already do know and love.

He cried in front of me the other day and again last night. I think it's beautiful that a guy is able to do that. Usually those feelings never come out. Nix makes me feel amazing. He is someone I'm able to talk to, he's spontaneous and entertaining, he holds doors for me and gets me things and doesn't allow me to get up. No one has ever done that for me. It's maddening, and i Love it.

He drives me absolutely insane with his OWN insanity. I like the idea that you never know what to expect with Nix, there's a suprise around every corner. I haven't laughed, cried, or poured my heart and soul out to a person this much in such a long time. He makes me feel so comfortable. So safe. This feels so right.

He has to go home today and I don't want him to. It's not because I like this little domestic co-hab we have set up. WHile that's part of it, it's more that I know that he's gonna be gone for a week and a half and I don't think I've mentally prepared myself for it yet. That's why god invented cell phones and phone cards though. I think I'll manage. I hope.

Bottom line is this...I am absolutely enamoured with Nix. I don't want to jump the gun on anything. I like where we are at right now. I really want to be with Nix for a long time and I think it could happen. Nix is the greatest thing that has come into my life for almost as long as I can remember. And I love him.

In other news.

--Thank you to everyone who came out to the scarlet whore show. The turnout was super impressive and everyone seemed to have a great time. Thanks especially to Nix and Scott for filming.

--Great party, Joe.

--Read the Meatloaf script -- HILARIOUS

--SAW, good movie. See it.

I think that's it. I don't feel like typing anymore.

Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am home again.
HIZZY

Song : "Simple Man" by Skynyrd
No link today.

The Song Remains the Same

**The Song Remains the Same is the name of a Led Zeppelin album, which is the soundtrack of a pseudodocumentary of the same name. I like Led Zeppelin, and TSRTS is a damn good song/album/movie. I give it 4 horns up**

Same shit, different day. Nothing really new in my life right now. Except my cell phone.

Got a new phone. One person has emailed me in response to my email with their phone number. How difficult is it to email your phone number to people. Shit, I get longer forwards than it would take to type 7 digits. Get with it people.

Sorry, I'm in a really bad mood right now. I have a horrendous headache. I took some pills but I doubt they are strong enough. 3 2oomg Ibruprofen won't do the trick. I should have taken 4. Wish I had some Darvocet. That would knock me the hell out and make the headache go away. Of course, I"d also be so fucking hopped up with the Darvocet that I"d be floating for 3 days. Haven't taken any in years, I'd hate to see myself operate a motor vehicle. So much for going to work on that.

I have a plea to make. If you do not have any Halloween plans, please consider coming and seeing my band out at Pops on Halloween. We are having a really hard time selling tickets, due to what day it is. It's 6 bucks and it will be a good time. Don't sit at home bored. Come out to Pops and have some fun. It's a 20 minute drive. Anyone who comes, I will buy you a beer, guaranteed. Don't bring your cousin that I"ve never met and have me buy them beer, it's only people I know. Anyway, contact me if you want tickets. Otherwise, we as a band are going to have to buy the remaining tickets and none of us have that sort of money. I implore you and beg you, please?!

That's all. I was doing some reading, but between my head hurting, tickets not being sold, and the Cardinals losing, I"m in a pretty crap ass mood right now.

@Steve -- call me at work after 2pm tomorrow. There's something I need to ask you. You are not in trouble
@Scott -- do I need to bring anything on Tuesday?
@Joe -- do I need to bring anything on Saturday?

Anyway, I'm gonna go to bed now. My entire right side of my head hurts, from my neck to the top of my head. Fucking headaches. Fucking not strong headache pills. Fucking fuck.

Fuck.
HIZZY

Music : "Blood! Sex! Fire!" by Hansel und Gretel
Link : AmIAnnoying.com (sorta like Hotornot.com, only with famous people/places/historic people. You name the person, they're on AmIAnnoying.com)

We ARE the Champions

ST. LOUIS CARDINALS
NATIONAL LEAGUE CHAMPIONS

BELIEVE BABY, BELIEVE!!!!

NEXT STOP...BOSTON

AMAZING, ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY AMAZING

WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP, HERE WE COME
HIZZY

MUSIC -- "CELEBRATE" -- Kool and the Gang
LINK -- stlcardinals.com

Loser

**There are two excellent songs named "Loser" out there. One is by the ever lovely Beck. The other one is by Three Doors Down. I find both songs awesome in their own ways. I shall elaborate more on this at a later time. I give both songs 3 horns out of 5, just because neither are hard enough for me to truly love them.**

I am a loser. Plain and simple. Webster's Dictionary defines a loser as simply "someone who loses". It doesn't say what they lose. In my case, I keep fucking losing shit. In the last week I've lost a hard drive, 8 bucks (both stolen), and now, I lost my cell phone. Oh, and tickets to the NCLS game 6, but we'll get to that one later.

My cell phone...ah yes, that glorious thing that is preventing me from calling all you guys. I don't have numbers memorized, they were all in my phone. Anyway, I somehow lost the fucker in between getting off the elevator, mailing letters in the mailslot at the lobby in my office, and my car. I think I set it down somewhere, but I'm not sure. I've had so much shit on my mind lately that it's no wonder that I lost it. Regardless, it's gone. It's never coming back. I should have a new one by next week. Cingular is a bunch of assraping motherfuckers who want to charge me upwards of 120 bucks to get a new phone. I hate you Cingular. I'm gonna go torch your headquarters.

Game 6 tickets...ah yes, that glorious thing that I have wanted to do ever since I was a little Hizzy. I have always wanted to go to a playoff game. The atmosphere is different than a regular season game. My boss handed me two EXCELLENT tickets to the baseball game today. We're talking great seats, right behind the field boxes. The game is tomorrow at 3:45. I took the tickets and then realized, "Fuck, I can't go. I fucking have class. Wait, I'll skip and go." Then I remembered, "Fuck. I have a project due tomorrow. I have to fucking present my findings. Fuck. I can't go." My boss made me give the tickets back. But, me being sneaky, told him an hour later that I called my teacher and she said that I could just email her my findings. I knew that my teacher would NEVER allow me to do that, especially for a playoff game. He gave me the tickets, which I turned over to my mother. She's going to go, with her brother. She deserves those tickets. She puts up with my dad and my sister all the time, she needs some fun. Besides, her brother is going and he's a cool dude, so there are no 2 people better suited for those tickets. I hope they win. Mom will be so happy.

I don't know what it is with me lately. Physically, I feel fine. I'm not sick. But mentally, I'm fucking gone. Gone in the sense that I'm so bombarded with fucking work, band, school, and all this fucking drama in this goddamn group that half the time, I don't even know what day it is. I go to work and sleep and play solitare because I'm so burned out on it. I've been there a year and haven't gotten a vacation. Doc says I get one in November, but we'll see about that. Do you know how much good a week off would do me? It would do wonders. I need to do laundry. Guess what, I have no fucking time to do laundry. I went to walgreens at 1:30 this morning because I was up and needed some shit. 1:30. My mind is in a trillion different places. No wonder I lost my fucking phone.

In other news, congrats to Amber and Jason. They both got amazing jobs. Amber is working for an art studio out in Chesterfield and Jason is doing some data work for the government. Basically, he's dealing with military records. Nice that the fate of the military is in Jason's hands. I feel ever so secure. :)

Guys, seriously. I'm tired of all this. Do you know that I'd fucking love to go one day without hearing someone say "Guess what Beaver said?" or "I'm so sick of Steve" or "Why doesn't anyone call me" or "Did you read my blog" or "John Kerry this and that" or "Bush sucks/rocks" or "I wish people would visit me" or "rehearsal dinner" or "who'd win in a fight" or "weak" or "uber" or "leader" or "Erich" or a whole zillion other things. For once, I'd like to hear someone say "Nothing is fucking happening." Do you know how happy that would make me?

Note to reader : This is truly not bitching anyone out. I haven't called anyone out, so it's not bitching. I'm mearly stating all the words that are running through my head at any given moments of the day.

I'm just tired of all the drama. If I wanted to live in a soap opera, I'd move to Salem and live with the rest of the Days of Our Lives people. Does everything have to be a fucking ordeal? No. Everyone just needs to do their part, live their own lives, don't tread on anyone else, and just be happy with who they are.

I love you all.

HIZZY

Music : Mozart - Symphony 41 "Jupiter" (yes, even the Hizzy likes classical sometimes)
Link : Sporkitsu - the art of Spork warfare

I Have Nothing

**I Have Nothing is by Whitney Houston. I guess she used to be cool. I think she totally sucks...sucks coke up her nose, that is. She sucks and so does her husband. Anyway, I give her no horns because she SUCKS***

Did nothing of importance today. Made myself broke by paying bills, watched baseball (we lost, SUCK), went to band practice, went to Pop's with the guys to promote the show, came home, and that's where I am now.

I was reading the online version of my former university's newspaper. It's called the Maneater. (Our mascot was a Tiger -- hence, the maneater). I found a very interesting article on blogging, written by columnist Matt Pierson in his column, Apocalyptic Masterpiece. First, let me say that Matt's been there for a long time. He was there when I was, and I've been out for going on 2 years. I don't agree with a lot he says, but he makes some funny points. so, here's the blogging article by Matt Pierson

"

I assume several thousand people (all right, maybe six — six people definitely) actually care about what I write. Of course, sometimes I abuse that privilege. Sheep grapefruit yogurt spelunking. See? That sentence made no sense, but you still read it.

People who read this column on a regular basis (defined as “ever”) know I have a big head. Not just anatomically either, although my skull does appear to have a bowling ball inside it. I’ve got a big ego.

So it was only natural I would take my ego and my writing to the realm of online blogging. Blogs, for those of you who just arrived in a DeLorean from 1985, are essentially people’s online diaries. They’re journals where you can be attuned to the day-to-day details of your friends’ lives.

Typically, they’ll have a clever title your friend has thought up such as, “Sitting in the Stall with Stephanie.” You’ll learn things about your friends such as their stances on the election, how they view current events and that they are really boring people. You’d think access to a person’s innermost thoughts would be a great gift. Hell, I thought I was going to become a mind reader. I was going to be Dear Abby, with evil intentions.

This was nicer than the time I stole my sister’s diary and found out she liked Bobby Jenkins. Even better, I won’t get grounded for reading a blog.

But, the blog is instead a curse. You learn your friends will write about absolutely pointless stuff. And you begin to question why you’re friends with someone who wrote three paragraphs about pizza.

In case you haven’t seen a blog, let me enlighten you with a typical posting:

Rick’s House of Awesome

ZZZZ

I did a bunch of stuff yesterday, perhaps you’ll hear about it later.

In the meantime: music.

fed to you by Rick, 1:58 p.m.

The mind tickles with possibilities after reading that posting. What sort of “stuff” was done yesterday? Will I really hear about it later? And why is Rick feeding me? Unfortunately, when you read up on your friends, you start to lose interest in them. You already know everything they’ve been up to. Your conversations become replays of their blog.

Me: What’s going on dude?

Rick: Zzzzz.

Me: What’d you do this weekend?

Rick: I did a bunch of stuff yesterday.

Me: Like what?

Rick: Perhaps I’ll tell you later.

Me: Ok. Where are you going?

Rick: Music.

Naturally, if my friends were posting such hackneyed crap for the world to see, I decided to throw my hat in the blogging mix. After setting up my blog, Pierson Pandemonium, I eagerly began posting. The whole world would be illuminated by my tales. And I could link my site to pictures of Lindsay Lohan.

After I set up my own blog though, I got bored. I was spending more time writing about what I had done than actually going and doing things.

Blogging might be the wave of the future, but I’m going to leave my surfboard behind for now. All is not lost, however. Sure, I have a lot of stories to tell, but I decided you can’t post everything in life. Some things you just have to start telling people in person. And I can carry these Lindsay Lohan pictures around to show people."

That' s all.

Kisses and hugs,
HIZZLE

Music : "War Metal" by Barathrum
Link : above

Sober

**Sober is a song by Tool. If you don't know that, you're stupid. Just kidding. You know I love you all. Good song, one of my top 5 tool songs. I give it 4 horns up, just becuase there's 3 songs I like more than it. \m/\m/\m/ ***

Sober, that's what I am. I was a little bit tipsy last night. Last night was fucking awesome. We went out for Toni's birthday. Started off the night with a shot of JD at Toni and Erich's. I didn't need a chaser, thought I would for sure. Looks like the Hiz still has it! That was followed by a trek to Grand Ave and the Lemongrass restaurant, home of some of the finest Vietnamese/Chinese-y type fare in South City. It was also the stage for Hizzy's Parallel Parking Adventure. I found a spot about a block over from the restaurant, near Alabama. There was plenty of room. However, I blow at parallel parking. Eventually, I said 'fuck it' and told Chuck to parallel park my car for me. He couldn't adjust the seat, so I backed the car up and drove it into the spot, which was considerably large. Yeah, laugh. I suck at parallel parking.

Then it was off to the Landing. WOO! We went to Fat Tuesday's which is now my favorite place to go on the Landing. I had a great mudslide. Then I saw Drake, the former guitarist for Harkonin. It was cool, but confusing for each of us to see the other there, since we were both totally out of our element. If it was the Creepy Crawl, that would be different, but not Fat Tuesdays on the Landing, home of yummy frozen drinks. Posch and I screwed over this guy. He came up to us and put his fat grubby hands on our shoulders and told us to buy him two beers. We said, "Only if you buy us each a shot". He did. We totally screwed him. Shots are more expensive than beer. And I kept his change. I'm evil.

I found a black Salem ashtray at Fat Tuesdays on the bar that I totally wanted, so I swiped it. No crime in taking ashtrays. I'm so sure it happens all the time.

We went to Morgan Street. It was crowded and not very good. Then we went to the Trainwreck Saloon. We witnessed a near deathbrawl between a Cards fan and a Red Sox fan. It was great. We went to the President Casino...this is after Beaver ran off without telling any of us and ended up taking a dump behind trainwreck because he "had to go really bad". Cute, Bucky.

The casino was great. I figure I won about 8 bucks in nickels. It was short lived though because someone stole my fucking winnings bucket. I was playing Nickel slots on the top floor of the admiral. I had 2 people next to me, one on each side. I put my bucket down between the slots, as everyone does and played my credits. When I next looked down, the bucket and both of the people were gone. I didn't report it, but I almost cried. I didn't report it because I was tired and wanted to go home. I was starting to get a headache. I didn't want to sit in an interrogation room for 4 hours and wait for them to roll tape back to see who took it. Besides, that person might have been long gone anyway. My feet hurt. I wanted to go home.

It was a great night and I think Toni had lots of fun. I'm glad.

I had a very productive afternoon. I woke up at 1 this afternoon. Sleeping in rocks. And then I did the major part of this project I have due on wednesday. All I have to do next is type some stuff up, that won't take so long. Looking for the sites I needed took a long time. I think I have some really good ones though.

Then I finally got my dishes clean. I still have a couple pots and some plates that wouldn't fit in the dishwasher because it was almost overloaded. Those are okay though. I am also currently watching baseball and Mizzou football. I need picture in picture badly.

I have a project for someone to help me out with. I've been trying to locate the lyrics for "Rough Day" by Days of the New for sometime. I have questions as to some of the lyrics in there and I want to see what they're saying. This song is not on a DoTN album, but is on the Heavy Metal 2000 soundtrack. If anyone has these lyrics, email them to me.

That's all. Off to Sean's in a few hours for another party. Yay!

HIZZY

MUSIC : Snoop Dogg - Who am I (What's My Name?)
LINK : This site is awesome. It's English translated by Japanese people. HILARIOUS. Engrish.com

Blaze of Glory

**Blaze of Glory is by Bon Jovi. It has no significance to anything in this current blog. I'm just currently listening to it. Today, I am outing myself as a Bon Jovi fan. No more being closeted for me. I am proud to say that I own a copy of Slippery When Wet on vinyl. And if you don't like that, fuck you. Bon Jovi gets 3 metal horns, mainly because Richie Sambora is married to Heather Locklear and I hate that bitch.***

Sorry, I'm singing....hold on a second.

(Lord I never drew first but I drew first blood, I'm the devil's son...call me young guuuuuunnnn)

Ok better. So sorry.

I have one fond bon jovi memory. I was 20 years old, drinking underage at the metal club I hung out at up at college. I drank free and underage, for 2 reasons. I have tits and I ran the metal show. Of course the metal girl would get free drinks. Anyway, we went on 80s night, not knowing it was 80s night. What should the DJ put on but 'Livin' on A Prayer'. I had a considerable amount to drink, as did all my friends. As if divinely instructed by God, I instinctively climbed up on the bar. The bartender followed me. We sang Bon Jovi at the top of our lungs, followed soon by the rest of the bar. Then I bought the bar shots. Those were the good old days, days of Jager shots till you puked, Irish Carbombs, Redheaded Sluts, you name it, we drank it. I'm lucky if I can do a night of shots without dying now. My tolerance was so much higher then. No, that wasn't the 19 shots of JD, 2 pitchers of beer night. That's a diffrent story, different club.

Tonight we're going out for Toni's birthday. I'm designated driver!!! Woo! No drinking heavily for Hizzy. That's okay, the Landing is expensive anyway.

Tomorrow is Sean's birthday. I think I have something in the way of a present in mind. I gotta stop by Borders and see what I can find. I have to get something at the mall for Toni anyway. Yeah, like I'm gonna tell you what I'm getting her. Let's just say, she'll be well able to shop for a while.

My 80 gig drive was stolen out of Jason's mom's car. Long story, if you're wondering, talk to me or Yoda about it. Anyway, long story short, I'm getting a 120 gig out of the deal! To that, I throw double metalhorns.

Gotta go to work.

Kisses to everyone,
HIZZY

Music : Pantera - Yesterday Don't Mean Shit

Shout it out loud

**Shout It Out Loud is a song by one of the greatest metal bands ever to grace the stage, KISS. KISS rules, always have and always will, even without Peter Criss, who is my fave KISS member. I give KISS and their song 5 HUGE HORNS UP**

Scarlet Whore has a website. You are all required to go to it (because I said so, and because you all love me). It's here.

Nothing too eventful today. I went through a bunch of MP3 cds last night and found some mothafuckin' kick ass songs. I now have a grand total of 770 MP3s. Just wait until the wise one, Yoda, comes and hooks up my 80 gig. He was supposed to yesterday, but his car is sick.

Practice went well. The guys are working on a new Murderdolls cover. I forget the name of the song, but it's amazing.

Nothing really to report. I joined the Council. We'll just see how long I can stand that.

Tomorrow, work and then school and then hopefully home to catch the last couple innings of the ballgame. GO CARDS

Anyway, that's all.
You don't have to comment if you don't want to.

\m/
HIZZY

LINK : It's above. Click on it.
MUSIC -- Outkast : B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad)

Computer Love

**Computer Love is an amazing song by Kraftwerk, who are largely credited with being one of the first techno acts. They're German. They have such other songs as Pocket Calculator and Autobahn. While they're not metal, they still rock. I give them 3 big metalhorns out of 5**

I love my computer and will love it even more once Yoda gets his Jedi ass over here and installs Win2k and puts in my lovely 80 gig hard drive. Then I will absolutely love my computer. I can see it now -- 80 gigs of music, music videos, and um....other stuff. I meant my novels, you pervert. My smutty ass novels. Ok fine, porn. Fuckers.

Today was uneventful. My boss was all depressed today, so he didn't talk to me much. Something with his ex-wife. I like days when the boss doesn't come in my office and bother me.

Class went good. I'm getting max points on all of my assignments. 4.0 GPA. Here I come.

I think someone should have a Halloween party. If no one else does, I will. But I'd prefer if someone else did, just because I hate to clean. However, I think it should be on a friday or saturday, since we all have concerts to go to on Sunday.

That being said, I may have a Slayer ticket for sale. Haven't made up my mind yet, just putting the seed in your head. I'll let you know when I have made a decision.

That's it. Waitin' for Yoda. Oh yeah, and fucking comment. I don't write these entries for myself.

HIZZY

Music : "Just Lose It" by Eminem (hilarious song, typical Em)
Link : This is an awesome flash thing that my friend Lael sent me the link to. I think you'll all love it. It's great. Click here for it.

Dead.

**Dead is by Korn of their uber-sucky album, Issues. While I enjoy Korn, I thought this album blew more than a tornado in Kansas**

Quickie blog.

2 people passed away, we don't know them, but they're still important

Ken Caminiti, 1996 NL MVP, heart attack, age 41
Christopher Reeve, Superman, heart failure, age 52

Death happens in 3's. Who's next.

HIZZY

We are the Champions

**We are The Champions is an excellent song by Queen. If you don't know who Queen is, you suck. I suggest listening to A Night at the Opera or a Queen best of album**

It was a good sports weekend for the metalhiz. Now, I'm one of the only girls I know that is this big into sports. Actually, if I were a dude, I'd be the only dude I know this interested in sports.

Let's review.

Mizzou vs. Baylor (football) -- MU 30 Baylor 10 (Mizzou moves to first place in Big XII North div.)
St. Louis Rams vs. Seattle Seahawks -- RAMS 33 Seahawks 27. (Can you say comeback!? Rams scored 3 TDs and a field goal in the last 5 minutes of the 4th Quarter to send it to overtime, and then scored another TD in OT)

and finally, the biggest news of the night.

St. Louis Cardinals vs. Los Angles Dodgers -- CARDS 6 DODGERS 2. (My Cardinals advance to the National Leage Championship. One down, 2 to go (series that is)).

END SPORTS REPORT. WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED HIZBLOG.

This whole weekend was pretty nice. I spent most of Friday night kicking back after a difficult week at work and school. Went over to Toni and Erich's for a bit, drank a considerable amount.

Saturday, went to the Zoo with Toni and Erich. Free food and drinks, thanks to Anheuser Busch. Yes, free beer too. Anheuser-Busch family day at the zoo...can I get a hell yeah. And a no-drink limit. You just walked up and ordered whatever beer you wanted. I think it was day fresh beer too because it tasted good. Anyway, got some cool pictures from the Zoo.

Came back here and watched the Cardinals lose. Oh well, we won tonight! Found out last night from my friend Amanda (we were quite close in Columbia, she recently moved to Virginia) that she's engaged to Marty, who's a wonderful guy. I wish them happiness.

And today went well. Finished up my homework (well, the hard part at least. Typing up the response paper will take no time whatsoever). Decided to go to my old high school's homecoming fall festival thing. No game, just like a big festival really. It was so weird going back there. Sure, they do all kinds of capital improvements after I leave. Typical. Saw a lot of old teachers that I had and a couple girls that I graduated with. I felt old.

Band practice was cancelled, but we nailed down another gig. We are playing December 17 @ Just Bills out off of Page. Everyone needs to come out to this show. No excuses whatsoever. It's a friday night. (I'm looking at you, Spawn, Nix, and Quill, when I say all this). This is me in my element.

I think that's it. I've had a sinus headache most of the day. I get them all the time, no worries. Watched my favorite movie on TV today...Edward Scissorhands. I love premium cable. No commericals, cuss words, and nudity. Not in good ol Scissorhands though. I was just talking to Nix about Edward Scissorhands and Tim Burton last night. Ironic that it was on TV today.

I think that's it. Oh yeah, I pulled a "Scott" last night. Cleaned my apartment (well, kitchen) at 11:30 last night. Sucks to have no time.

Go Cardinals!
HIZZY

Music of the Moment : Black Label Society - "The Blessed Hellride"
Link of the Day : Something Awful.com's Photoshop Phriday

Rockin' in the Free World

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Take My Picture

**Take My Picture is a song by Filter. I think it's a horrible song. I hate it.**

A very uneventful day in Hizzyland. Let's look at the highlights.

Roll tape.

Just got back from class. Got some good ideas for my project. Go me.

Looking forward to Sunday. If you don't go to this show, you suck.

Had another asshole in a huge ass pickup truck decide he was gonna tailgate me from Forder to my house and have his brights on. I was doing 50 down Milburn, hoping to lose him (it's a 35 through there) and he was still right on my ass. Fucker. Next time another big ass F-9zillion truck does that to me, I'm slamming on my brakes and letting him taste my back end of the car. Then he can pay for my medical bills. That fucker. It was probably the same dick fuck that did it the other day.

Oh well. I think that's it

Music - "Hey Jude" by the Beatles
LINK OF THE DAY- This is a must see for anyone who wonders what PV's kid looks like. Thanx to Toni for providing me the link. There are 4 pictures. You must must must see them. Anyway, I, Hizzy, am proud to present Nick's son Geordi

Break Stuff

**Break Stuff is by that band everyone loves to hate, Limp Bizkit. I think they suck, personally. I give Limp Bizkit no metal horns out of 5, just on principle**

Ever had one of those days where you are just sick and tired of people?
No I'm not going to bitch about anyone in the group in this. All this pissed-off Hizzyness transpired between the hours of 9 am and 7pm.

1. Is it impossible for me to just get one medical chart done without my fucking boss changing his mind on what he wants on the notes? I wasted 8, yes, 8 sheets of paper on one client. Now, I'm not a tree-hugger, so I couldn't care less that I was killing the rainforest or bullshit like that. What I'm pissed about is that I'm wasting ink by doing all this shit. Last week, my boss got mad at me for jazzing up the notes a little bit. He said it 'wasted ink and paper' and then he turns around and does this shit.

2. I hate robotic automated phone systems. I had to call a health insurance company today because I had a question. Now listen to this shit.You know how it says "Press 1 for whatever, 2 for this, etc...". Well now, this one insurance company says "Speak your answer". Yes, speak your answer. Is this culture becoming so lazy that we can't even press a phone button. Also, I mumble, so I had to do it a couple times and then I thought I was going to get a human, and it kicked me back to the main menu. Fucking hell.

3. My boss, the aforementioned dumbass, just got a brand new cellphone. Now, this is a 45 year old man. I must preface that. He sat there in his office on his fat ass and played with his ringtones for half an hour. Now, normally that would'nt bother me. What bothered me was that he had the phone on the 'super deafening trillon decibel" phone volume. I couldn't hear Howard Stern and it was annoying music anyway. I'm gonna scream the next time I hear the Blue Danube Waltz, I swear to fucking god.

4. When I was on the phone with the aforementioned lazy ass insurance company, my sister called me. Normally this wouldn't be a big problem, but I had actually gotten a human on the phone. The doctor said, "She's on the phone with an insurance company. Looks like she's about wrapping it up. I'll have her call you back when she's done." Now, my sister must not speak English. Not 2 minutes after calling the office, my cell phone started screaming. It was her. When I finally called her back, she had a super simple computer question that could have been avoided if she had just gone to 'Find' and then typed in what she needed. But NO! And then she bitches at me about how she needs to find a job, so I should help her. The question was resume related. I told her that if she wouldn't have been a bitch at work, she would still have a job. She said, "Family is more important than an insurance company. I said "Yeah, but it's not like it was one of my friends, besides, I don't want to sit on hold again for 20 minutes or speak my answers." She got pissed and hung up.

5. A lawyer called me up after Doc had left for the day and proceeded to go into a pissed off tirade about my boss. About how he hasn't recieved anything on his client. The conversation was weird, so I'm not going to repeat it. All I know is that this dude was PISSED!

6. I'm going to Taco Bell to get some grub after school. I'm driving up Baumgartner towards Telegraph when all of a sudden, big truck guy comes up behind me. By big truck I mean like one of those huge as Ford F-3 zillions or something. He speeds up and before I know it, he is right up on my ass. I mean like our bumpers were probably only about an inch apart. He flew up behind me and in turn, I"m flying up baumgartner. I finally signal to turn as he goes around me. I honk my horn and stick my middle finger out the window. He slams on his breaks and I thought he was going to turn around, but he didn't. Oh well, what a dick.

In other news:

I saw 4 apache helicopters today on my smokebreak. I don't know for sure if they were Apaches but they were definately US military helicopters. They were flying in a perfect straight line formation. It was sorta neat.

And now, a word on bracket-ology:
I'm slightly in disagreement over Juice Wars voting. Once a winner has been declared, that's it. Joe was rightfully declared winner, so voting was over. It's like in basketball. When the final buzzer sounds and Team A is declared winner, game is over. Team B notices a mistake or a bad call when they go back and watch tape of the game. Team A still wins. Game is over. Can't do anything now. I think Joe should have it. I think he got fucked.

Another example is that when you go vote in November, and you vote for Bush. You go home, eat dinner, maybe watch a porn, and you think to yourself, "Nope. I shoulda gone for Kerry." You can't go back to the voting place and re-vote.

Also, the winner vs. loser thing is no good. There should be a winner for the winners and then a winner in the losers bracket. ONce you've lost, you're out of that bracket. Because regardless, the winner of the winner bracket and the winner of the loser bracket are going to face each other and that winner's bracket winner is gonna win regardless, so what's the point, really?

Anyone else think there should be a "Women of Bugjuice" fight bracket. I sure do. Sadly, there's not enough girls, unless you include ex girlfriends and my sister and Nikki Green. If this is a good idea, I will arrange it and have steve post it on the Juice Wars site.

Just an observation. I now return you to your regularly scheduled life, already in session.

MUSIC : I Hate Jimmy Page by Mindless Self Indulgence (this song is hard to listen to, cause I love Jimmy Page. If you don't know who Jimmy Page is, you can't call yourself a music fan)

LINK : No link today. Go visit the Juice Wars site and vote.

HIZZY

X

"X is a song by System of a Down. I love System of a Down like a fat kid loves cake. I give System of a Down 5 mega metal huge \m/'s. I can't wait until the first week of January when the new album comes out!"

I've been writing a lot lately. Have two stories going and not finished yet. One doesn't have a middle, and it's still 12 pages long. The other one needs to be tweaked. It's 15 pages long. Here's my dilema. These are not porno stories, but they're slowly turning into that. Is sex thrown into a story a bad thing, if it goes along with the plot. When I say sex, I don't mean "That night, they fucked." I mean, highly descriptive shit. I really don't want these to turn into smut, but I don't ever plan on getting them published or anything. Though one of them could be great fodder for a Lifetime Original Movie. I'd shoot myself in the head if that ever happened. Maybe it's because I just haven't gotten any in so long, I'm starting to project that into my writing. Oh well, I don't know.

Went shopping last night with the gals and Erich. I bought way too much stuff. I bought a pair of army green pants from Target -- which I need to take back, because they're too little. I bought a new purse that was on sale for 6 bucks from Famous. I bought some underwear from Victoria's Secret, and I bought Toxicity. Now, you are asking yourself, "Wha?!! Hizzy doesn't HAVE that CD?" Allow me to clarify. I re-bought Toxicity. My original one was all scratched and gross looking. It was on sale for 9.99 so I could hardly pass it up.

We went to Casa and then to see the Forgotten. That movie is a total mindtrip. I nearly had a fucking heart attack from jumping out of my skin twice in that damn movie. I do encourage you to see it.

Today is a bizzy Hizzy day. I have to, sometime today, go to the store and replenish the food supply, go pick up a chair from Amber's house, go to band practice, and then go to Chuck's graduation party. I'm getting ready to start some homework. I'll probably finish it tomorrow at work. I'm not worried about it really. It'll take me 10 minutes to do. I'm just lazy.

There's a Cardinal's rally downtown tomorrow that I REALLY want to go to, but I have class. I'm not going for Cowboy Mouth, even though they are playing free. That's Erich's department, not mine. I'm going for all the festivities. Who knows, maybe I could have snagged me a hottie ballplayer, or at least an autograph or five.

That's all for right now. I MIGHT post more later, if I can find the time. Thank you to everyone for contributing haikus. They were all quite amusing. I am gonna try to get Steve to post them on the BJ site, under a humor section if there is one. Like where the comic strips are. I don't know.

Later gators,
HIZZY

Song : System of a Down - Bounce
Link : A Perfect Circle.com -- go visit Maynard, Jeordie and crew's website to hear the new song off their very forthcoming new album (it's due in November) and it's filled with a lot of anti-war/revolutionary songs. Go to the 'music' section (the symbol on the bottom of the link bar at the top) and hit 'listen'. There you will be able to listen to their cover (which I actually enjoyed. I'm not a huge fan of covers and I don't like it when people mess with Beatles songs. They're classics in themselves) of John Lennon's Imagine. You can stream it over RealAudio or Windows Media Player. I recommend Media Player, but that's just me. Ok? So just go listen!

Poem

**Poem is a song by Taproot. I think it's the only hit Taproot had. This song was way overplayed. 2 big \m/'s out of 5.**

I thought I was done blogging, but I guess not.

A while back, I wrote some haikus about the people in BJ. Nothing bad, for the most part. Sent them to Quill for evaluation and he sent back some gems of his own. I'm looking into obtaining a copy and getting them posted both here and on the BJ site.

Here are some I made up tonight, and believe me, these are for HUMOUR only. They are not meant to be malicious or rude in anyway. And besides, it's just a blog.

**If you would like to contribute haiku, the general format for it is 5 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second line, and 5 in the 3rd line. They are only 3 lines long, so you have a limited space to say a lot. Watch your syllables, people**

Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch
That's all Hizzy ever does
I want to slap her

Yoda knows no fear
He is the Jedi Master
And he wears no shoes

Joe, need a favor
Can you fix my computer?
Take a number, please

Charles has returned
The Led Zeppelin shirt is back
Bye bye preppy clothes

Hizzy loves metal
She would fuck it if she could
God damn, that's hardcore

Spawn has a new game
So he doesn't take your call
For a whole week straight

Maybe more at another time

HIZZY

MUSIC -- Alice in Chains "Would" (MTV Unplugged)
LINK : Heard this looney on the radio today. He's the presidential candidate for the United Fascist Union. His name is Jack Grimes and he's nuts. Here's a link to the United Facist Union. I do not support the UFU. I just thought this guy was crazy enough that his party should be my LOTD.

21 Questions

**21 Questions is a song by 50 Cent. I don't like 50 Cent, but thought the title was appropriate. Although, one of my all-time favorite lines from a song comes from this very song. 50 Cent says : "I love you like a fat kid loves cake" CLASSIC. If a guy said that to me, he'd have me forever**

So I don't have a lot to blog about tonight. You know, with all the turmoil and stuff surrounding blogs these days, I think 'blog' should be the new slang word for 'bitch/complain/rant/scream'.

Example : I don't have a lot to blog about tonight. I blogged him out. I just want to fucking blog. She was blogging at him.

Anyway, I stole this from my friend Ross. You can find his LiveJournal here

Thirteen random things you like:
1. metal
2. my apartment
3. The Cardinals
4. bloody mary's
5. being in the metal scene
6. Jumbo Jacks with cheese (no pwackles)
7. my car
8. sleeping
9. NBC Thursday night TV
10. A Clockwork Orange
11. somethingawful.com
12. The 8 music video channels I have
13. my cool sandals


Twelve movies:
1. Donnie Darko
2. Pecker
3. Pumpkin
4. Bowling for Columbine
5. Bartleby
6. The Royal Tennenbaums
7. About a Boy
8. Texas Chainsaw Massacre
9. Decline of Western Civilization Part II : The Metal Years
10. Anchorman
11. The Village
12. Candyman


Eleven bands/artists/celebrities you can't stand:
1. Ashlee Simpson
2. Dixie Chicks
3. Avril Lavigne
4. Hillary Duff
5. John Mayer
6. Phish
7. Ryan Seacrest
8. Tom Cruise
9. JK Rowling
10. Jay Leno
11. Paris Hilton


Ten things about you...physically:
1. I'm about 5'3
2. 23 years old.
3. My hair is a mix of colors, some brown, red, black, blond, from streaking and dyeing it.
4. Scar above my right knee.
5. Scar on my left ring finger courtesy of Jason.
6. Bad vision.
7. Green eyes.
8. No piercings.
9.No tattoos, yet!
10. short fingernails

Nine Friends:= MOST RECENT INCOMING CALLS ON PHONE
1. Beaver
2. Mom
3. Sean
4. Erich
5. Scott
6. Chrissy
7. Yoda
8. Posch
9. Chuck


Eight favorite foods/drinks:
1. Bloody Mary
2. Jagermeister
3. Dr. Pepper
4. Anything Italian
5. Chocolate milk
6. Sushi
7. Budweiser
8. Scrambled Eggs


Seven things you wear daily:
1. Jeans
2. A shirt, usually a metal band
3. Rings on each hand
4. Underwear
5. Glasses/contacts
6. Shoes
7. Medical scrubs


Six things that annoy you:
1. Slow drivers/people who don't use their turn signal
2. The mailman
3. Can't open the patio door without letting bugs in (2 people have walked THROUGH my screen
4. When my computer acts up
5. Gas prices
6. Construction

Five things you touch everyday:
1. Computer keyboard
2. Remote
3. Whatever book I'm currently reading
4. Kitchen faucet
5. Trashcan


Four shows you watch:
1. Joey
2. Will and Grace
3. The Apprentice
4. Chapelle's Show


Three of your all time favorite bands:
1. Pantera
2. Slayer
3. Deicide


Two books that are amazing:
1. Choke by Chuck Palahniuk
2. Mall by Eric Bogosian


One person you could spend the rest of your life with:
1. Currently, no one

That's all. You should try this sometime, it's fun.

HIZZY

MUSIC : "Obscure Divine Manifestation" by Old Man's Child
LINK : Dork Tower -- the most hilarious nerd comic strip ever.

Monarch of Misery

**Monarch of Mysery is by a band called Fleshgrind. Fleshgrind is one of my favorite death metal bands. I give them four \m/'s out of five. I encourage you to go to your local music dealer and buy something by Fleshgrind**

Take everything I said yesterday, or at least most of it, with a grain of salt. A lot of stuff was just on my nerves and I let it out. I sincerly apologize for offending anyone.

I'm having a problem with one of my classes. It's nothing major. Just an assumption made by the professors when they wrote the syllabus. They assumed that all of us in the class were already teachers. The gist of the project is, design a project that you can design and implement into your classroom that your students can do...something like that. Well, there's a problems. I DON"T HAVE STUDENTS!!!!!! I brought this fact up to them. THey countered with, "Well, can you go observe in someone else's class and do the project there." To which I countered "Nope. I work 8-5 monday-friday." So some special accomodations are going to be made and both of my professors are going to help me along with this.

Anyway, I think that's all. Slow news day here in the world of the Hiz. Maybe that's a good thing.

Current music : Rotting Christ - Lex Talionis

HIZZY

Voice of Unreason

**Voice of Unreason is a song by Cryptopsy. Cryptopsy is an amazing death metal band. I encourage you all to check them out**

**This does not concern the following bloggers or anyone without a blog -- Amber, Jessica, Nix, the Council, Beaver and any others i May have forgotten. I do apologize to you all for what I am about to say, but it is time.**

As for the rest of you...

THIS is why I'm angry:
"Hizzy, although she has excellent intentions, doesn't know what she's talking about half the time. She's only correct in judgment half the time, too. "

Let me explain something to everyone here. I don't give a fuck what any of you think about me. Frankly, I think you're all a bunch of insecure people who feel the need to talk down to others to fill some void in your life. And I feel sorry for you.

Yes, I do know what I'm talking about. You just HAVE to be right all the time I guess. Rather than saying "Now you know how I feel" ,you gloat and go on like you just won a fucking prize or something. Do you want a cookie? No? Then shut the hell up.

I'm tired. I'm tired of people turning others against other people. Can people think for themselves? Guess not.

"Correct in judgement" -- hmmm, I don't regret any judgements I've made. I think I Have a pretty level head on my shoulders.

"Doesn't know what she's talking about half the time" -- guess if it doesn't involve DBZ or shitty little anime cartoons, it doesn't mean fuck. Shit, I bet I couldn't have an intellectual conversation with half of you, without it somehow going back to stupid shit! YOU ARE NOT COMIC BOOK CHARACTERS! You are not a cheetah woman, you are not Goku, you are not whomever. You are a fucking human being. Have some decency and start acting like it, stop being delusional, and for fuck's sake. Grow the hell up. It's not mature to make "fake blogs" or talk to someone under a "fake screen name" so you can get your fucking jollies. That's not how you treat a friend.

I guess that if it isn't liked or mandated by someone in high command of the group, then it isn't needed. Then I'm not needed. I'm expendible.

You know, it's amazing really. I've never been given a fair shake by anyone in this group. My ideas are dismissed, I'm brushed aside, I'm not involved in the planning of anything. It's like you gotta be one of the 'founders' or one of the dudes to get your ideas heard around here. Shit.

I'm tired of people harassing 'weaker' people. I'm tired of the term 'weak'. Since when does physical strength hold any sort of purpose within a group. I don't sit around with Toni or Amber talking about how Amber is the better artist, so therefore, she's the better person, or that Toni and I have more ample chests than other girls, so we are somehow better. But everything just HAS to be about strength, or competition, or who's better. Last time I checked, there is not a single person in this group that I am better than or that is better than me as a whole. Sure, we all get pissed off and say bad shit, but in the end, we're all humans, and shit like that cuts to the fucking core.

Yes. Nick did anger me, a great deal. And yes, it does draw a striking parallel to the Toni and Erich situation. However, this is a bit different. No one in this group has made an effort, or at least a concerted one, to get a hold of Erich, invite him out. It was made abundantly clear through planning an alternate party on the night of one for him. Unlike that situation, myself and my other friends HAVE made an effort with Nick. We were there for him when he needed us, and frankly, we still try to get a hold of him. Nathan still talks to him from time to time. You guys ditched Erich as much as he ditched you. We haven't ditched Nick. We're better than that.

You know what else I'm tired of? I'm tired of people staking claims to things. For example, I was extremely angry at a whole lot of people the day I moved into this apartment. What was supposed to be happy day was immediately quashed when I was told that I was moving on the day someone else was having a party. You know what, I don't plan my life around shit like that. I'll move when I want to move. It's like people were all put out because I picked THAT day to move. I picked THAT day because I was able to get off work then, my family was free, and the handful of people who actually helped me out were free as well. I did it to suit me. I don't kiss anyone's ass. And since when can't people get married within a week of another couple? You don't own that week. Get off your high horses, people. Ooooh, Hizzy's playing all pissed off. You know what, I'm not playing.

I invite people over. I plan things and then no one comes, but rather they sit around the house and watch seconds of their sad pathetic lives tick away. Tick tick tick.

You know what hurts? It hurts that I plan something and people don't come because they're broke. You know what, we can spot you. Like on my birthday. Jason came out even though he was flat broke, because he cared enough to come out and have fun. What stopped a few of you from coming out? You were broke. Oh well. Shouldn't birthdays be about being with your friends instead of sitting around doing nothing? Guess not. BTW, thank you to those who did come out. It was nice to have you all there and I had a really fun time. The presents were not necessary, but were appreciated.

I gotta twist people's arms to get them to do something. I'm tired of asking.There will be no more asking. I don't care if you come to any of my stuff or not. I hope you sit at home bored with nothing to do and realize that I'm out somewhere having the time of my life and I'm happy.

I have no regrets in life. Absolutely none. And I do not regret saying any of this. Take it as you will. From now on, you will see a new Andrea, one who is not afraid to say what's on her mind, no matter whom it offends/bothers/or generally pissed off.

Now if you'll excuse me, I must go be stupid somewhere, for according to certain people, that's what I am...stupid.

Andrea

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Music : that metal shit I listen to that none of you like. Currently it's Diabolic's "All Evil Aside"