If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow

Incubus - Make Yourself

Big thanks to Posch for pointing me towards the place where I got these from. It's fun time, let's watch the fun meter spin out of control

I Believe In a Thing Called Love by The Darkness

"I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day You got me in a spin but everythin' is A.OK!" You played it cheesy and campy in 2004, but you know how to rock out.

What 2004 Hit Song Are You?

You Belong in 1968

1968 If you scored... 1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in! 1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too. 1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all! 1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. 1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!

What Year Do You Belong In?

Your Famous Blogger Twin is Moby

Creative, cosmopolitan, and a bit moody If something's on your mind, it's on your blog

Who's Your Famous Blogger Twin?

Maybe I will post more later. I probably will

HIZZ

Stolen

again, from the Livejournal of my friend Ross.


Favorite Beatles song: "Blackbird"
Favorite Rolling Stones song: "Jumpin' Jack Flash"
Favorite Doors song: Ick. Uh, "Alabama Song.

Favorite Bob Dylan song: "Subterrainean Homesick Blues"
Favorite Pixies song: "Where is My Mind?" -- the end song from Fight Club
Favorite TV Theme song: The Headbanger's Ball theme.
Favorite Prince song: "Pussy Controlt"
Favorite Madonna song: "Like a Prayer"
Favorite Michael Jackson song: "Jam"
Favorite Metallica song: "One"
Favorite Motorhead song: "Ace of Spades"
Favorite Ozzy song: "Bark at the Moon"
Favorite Public Enemy song: "Fight the Power"
Favorite song from a Cartoon: O Holy Night as sung by Eric Cartman
Favorite Faith No More song: "Epic"
Favorite Depeche Mode song: "Enjoy the Silence"
Favorite Cure song: "Love Song"
Favorite song that most of your friends haven't heard: "The 4 Horsemen" by Aphrodite's Child (this song is not the same one as the metallica song)
Favorite Smiths song: I don't like the Smiths.
Favorite Beastie Boys song: "Paul Revere"
Favorite Korn song: "Clown"
Favorite Police song: "Synchronicity"
Favorite Sex Pistols song: "Anarchy in the UK"
Favorite Beach Boys song: "Wouldn’t it be Nice"
Favorite Def Leppard song: "Pour Some Sugar On Me"
Favorite song from a movie: The Forrest Gump Suite by Alan Silvestri, I believe
Favorite Duran Duran song: "Hungry Like the Wolf".
Favorite Blondie song: "Heart of Glass".
Favorite song from an 80's one hit wonder: "Come on Eileen" by Dexy's Midnight Runners
Favorite song from a videogame: Probably Chris Vrenna's music in Alice
Favorite Kinks song: don't have one
Favorite Genesis song: this one either
Favorite Led Zeppelin song: "What is and What Could Never Be.
Favorite INXS song: "Need you Tonight"
Favorite Weird Al song: "Amish Paradise"
Favorite Pulp song:Who is this band Pulp?
Favorite John Lennon song: "Give Peace a Chance"
Favorite Pink Floyd song: "Mother"
Favorite cover song: Godhead's cover of "Eleanor Rigby"
Favorite White Stripes song: "Fell in Love with a Girl"
Favorite dance song: "Get Back" by Ludacris
Favorite U2 song: "One".
Favorite song from an actor turned musician: David Hasselhoff "Baywatch theme"...just kidding. I don't have a choice for this
Favorite disco song: "Stayin' Alive"
Favorite Motley Crue song: "Smokin' in the Boys Room"
Favorite Guns N' Roses song: "Estranged"
Favorite Who song: "My Generation"
Favorite Elton John song: "Your Song."
Favorite Dead Kennedys song: "Holiday in Cambodia"
Favorite song, period: My favorite song ever has got to be "Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth"

Statement

This is not from a song. It's early and my brain is not functioning at the level it should.

I'd like to reflect on the events of the past few days if I can. First, let me say that I am heartily sorry for offending or hurting anyone.

@Heather - I know what I did was wrong. It was never MY intention to embarass or humiliate you. I wasn't totally cool with the guys being there myself. As a matter of fact, I was disappointed. I was disappointed that those girls can't take a fucking 6-hour period out of their life without some sort of male interaction. Looking back on it now, it was a retarded idea and I shouldn't have participated. I had 2 hours of 'girl time' -- at the restaurant. And that wasn't enough. I don't even know why I went. I don't like to dance. Guess I just needed to get away from my problems for a while. I never meant for any of this to happen. I didn't understand why the guys needed to be there. But I went along with it. This is where I lost track of myself and who I am. I'm not a mean person. Never have been, it's not in my nature to be so rude. I dont' blame you for being angry at me. I don't blame you if you decide never to speak to me again or invite me places. If someone did this to me, I'd be hurt as well. I never fathomed that you'd be embarassed. And it never was my intention for you to be embarrased. I can't speak for the others, but I believe it was more of a way to knock Steve than anything else. I'm sorry and I do hope that sometime you will be able to forgive me.

@others - In my defense, this was not my idea. I'm not going to publicly ostracize the person whose idea it was, but a couple of you already know. I was against it up until probably last Wednesday or Thursday, when I knew that my resistance would be fruitless. I'm not the only one who knew. There were roughtly 10-12 people who knew about this (myself, the Beav, Erich, Toni, Amber, Joe, Yoda, Chuck, Posch, Kris, Scoob, Nate, Angel, Nix)(though in his defense, he knew about it only because I told him, knowing full well he wouldn't come out to the 'festivities'. As a matter of fact, I bitched and complained to him about how dumb it was that guys had to be involved, if I remember correctly, so don't be too mad at him for knowing. That was totalyl my fault).With the exception of myself, Beav, and a handful of other people, no one else seems to care that people are upset by this. Care isn't the right word -- they don't seem to understand what the big deal is about their actions. However, silence and inaction on this was something I shouldn't have had. Heather's right, this is all high school bullshit -- what we did. However, if others weren't engaged in some high school shit of their own, this never would have happened. I'm not blaming anyone for that. I'm just saying. I also better not be the only one to get the blame for this, as there were 14 other people who knew -- people that you guys trust for the most part. Ask them why they didn't tell. I don't know their intentions as to why they didn't. That's them, this is me. It hurts to lose friends, I've lost a couple myself. I hope I do not lose all you guys over this. I truly am sorry to the rest of you, that you had to sit back and watch this unfold. If you have any questions or wish to discuss this personally with me, you know how to reach me. I just want this to go away.

Thank you for listening to my ragged, disjointed defense/apology statement.
I return you to your regularly scheduled lives.

Final Thought -- sorry Steve, I had to.
Enjoy every moment you have with those around you. You never know when they'll be gone.

ANDREA

And we die young, faster we run

from We Die Young by Alice in Chains

I chose the above title line because yesterday, April 19, was the day that they found Layne Staley dead from an OD of heroin and coke in Seattle. He died on April 5, 2002, which is eerie in itself. That's the same day Kurt died, eight years after. Eerie. And sad too. Oh well. I've always been a huge AIC fan and don't plan to quit any time soon. I do remember where I was. I was sitting outside the Blue Note in Columbia, with some kids from my station. It was the annual KCOU Springfest concert. The Blue Note was the rainsite. It was pouring. This dude, Ryan, pulled me aside and said, "Layne Staley's dead." I was like "NOOOOO". I went immediately to my sanctuary, the metal bar down the street. I've never seen a 300 lb metalhead cry before, but the tears and the whiskey were flowing. AIC was on the jukebox. It was surreal. The lightning and thunder started hitting right after the opening notes of 'Rain When I Die'.

Oh well. Time for other stuff.

--Changed the topic for my final project in grad school. It's not due for a while. I just need to have part of it done to pass this one class. Leave it to me to change it two weeks before the damn thing is due. Oh well, I'm more comfortable with this topic.

--The Amityville Horror was better than I thought it was gonna be. Ryan Reynolds (Van Wilder) did really well in it.

--The nerd countdown has begun! 9 days until Yoda, Sparkamus Prime, and myself go see Hitchhiker's Guide. I can't wait. That book (along with Heller's Catch-22) was passed around amongst my college friends like it was a cheap whore.

--My uncle is in town. Can't wait to see him. I don't get to see him very much, as he lives in California.

I think that's it. This is a pretty boring blog entry. Oh well, thanks for reading.

HIZZY

Go here : Rocktoons.com -- cartoon renderings of your favorite rock/industrial/metal acts
Listening to : Iron Maiden -- 22 Acacia Avenue (from 1982's Number of the Beast album)

Oh, it's such a perfect day. I'm glad I spent it with you

The above lyric is from Lou Reed's Perfect Day

So yeah, today was about perfect. It started off simple enough -- did the whole 'go to work' thing.

Okay, I gotta flash back to last night, because that pretty much started off my perfect day. I wasn't gonna do anything after work -- was just gonna kick back and do nothing, watch TV, read, and pay bills. I ended up at the Grind in the Central West End until 2:30 am, kicking back with friends, drinking loads of cappucino and playing cards. It was great. Everyone seemed to have a really good time.

I'd like to take this time to reflect on old friends. You know, a lot of people have come and gone out of my friendship circle. However, I love the fact that these people genuinely care for me and that our friendships have endured some 10+ years without major obstacles. I've known Yoda since I was 6, and Chuck, Nate, and Joe since I was 15. Amber and Toni are people I met in high school, but they're my girls. I've known Epps since I was 16. It's just weird how we're all still so tight. I think it says something for how much stock they put in friendship. Not even friendship really, now that I think about it. More like family, kicking back and hanging out with family. True, I get my share of bullshit from some of them (I'm looking directly at you, YODA!) , but there's never been a major squabble between me and any of them (except Joe, but I wouldn't want to live with me either. And we've made amends and moved on). It's just so strange to me. Sometimes I wonder why they've kept me around so long, and I realized a long time ago, it's because they value what I bring to their lives, just as I value what they bring to mine. Not that I don't love my newer friends, but something has to be said about the 8-10 year bond I have with a lot of these guys.

Anyway, so I worked. Then I decided to meet up with Yoda, Chuck, and Amber at Forest Park. After braving Zoo traffic and seriously thinking about hitting some slow pedestrians, I made it to the park across from the Muny. We tossed the football around (I tossed it badly. I used to be able to throw a mean spiral, alas, it's no more) and played croquet. Yes, Jason owns a croquet set. We sat around, talked, made fun of Chuck, and drank beer. Then we went to Ted Drewes. It was lovely. I don't get to Ted Drewes much. My boss always has me go up there and get him ice cream. I usually don't get anything. Ice cream is a once in a while thing for me. A great while. I"m more of the orange sherbet type. And gelato, which is this amazing Italian ice cream. I love gelato.

Then Nix came home!!! YAY!!!

Then I went and saw The Amityville Horror. Quite a decent flick.

I'm home now. It's 2:30 in the morning. Tommorow is pay bills, go to the store, do homework day.

Could it be possible? For the first time in a long while, I've had back to back solid, good weeks, and amazing weekends. I feel good.

Other highlights that made this a true 'perfect day'
1. The weather -- could it be anymore pretty outside?!
2. I heard and rocked out to Bohemian Rhapsody twice on the radio today. It's always a good day when you hear Bohemian Rhapsody twice in one day.
3. My apartment is relatively clean. Except for the bedroom and the bathroom, it looks pretty good.
4. In less than 48 hours, my Uncle John from California will be here. I'm excited. Don't get to see him very much. He's fun.

I think that's all. I'm not gonna do a 'ponder this' because I don't care to do it. I'm gonna quit it with the 'features' thing. When I feel like putting something up, I will.

That's all. Thank you all for visiting.
HIZZ

Sounds of the Blog: Rob Zombie -- Never Gonna Stop
Visit : Your demotivational website -- despair.org

Simple

Fuck you.

My palms are getting wet, sweating bullets

Above lyric by Megadeth from the song Sweating Bullets

It's weird how such an uneventful Sunday can turn into an adventure. It's always an adventure over here at La Casa de Hizzo. Join me for a recap, will you?

I got home last night and walked into a furnace. It was burning up in here. I turned the AC down and went to bed.

I woke up this morning and it was still hot. Well, long story short, AC is on the fritz. I've been dripping sweat all day. I feel disgusting. I think I've discovered/maybe fixed the problem. I bought a new clean shiny air filter and am currently waiting for some ice, yes ice, on one of the pipes in the utility closet to melt. Hopefully that'll do it. I really don't want to wait a week for maintenance to come fix it.

Washed my car today. it's shiny and pretty and clean. However, it's gonna be short lived, as it's supposed to rain for the next 3 fucking days.

To all of you who were offended that you didn't get an invite last night, I sincerly apologize. We weren't shunning you. I actually didn't even think of it, because I knew you probably wouldn't come anyway. It was just a little gathering. It's not like we were sitting around plotting world domination or making fun of you guys. We were making fun of the people there, not those that weren't there. Don't sweat it. If you wish, you can take it up with Amber or Joe or Scuba, because they too have your phone numbers and none of them thought to call. Once again, I apologize, even though I don't understand what I did wrong.

I think that's it. Just a quick update. I have a headache.

Hizz

Music - The Sweet "Ballroom Blitz"

Boy, I bet your fun meter is spinning out of control!

I stole this from my friend Ross

Name 4 books on your bookshelf:
1) Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk
2) Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
3) The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
4) Hamlet by William Shakespeare

4 DVDs in your collection:
1) The Village
2) Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle
3) Comic Book : The Movie
4) Suicide Kings

4 things on your walls
1) a wolf picture
2) a Mizzou alumni calendar
3) my cork board with metal stickers on it
4) my cutting board, in the kitchen

4 things in your closet:
1) laundry hamper
2) a box of pictures
3) my Pantera shirt
4) box of gift bags

4 CDs in your collection:
1) Soulless -- EP
2) Beck - Odelay!
3) Slipknot - Iowa
4) Satyricon - Rebel Extravaganza

4 real life stores you shop at regularly:
1) Schnucks
2) Walgreens
3) Best Buy
4) Record Exchange

4 animals that you've come face to face with:
1) Dog
2) Deer
3) Duck
4) Tarantula

4 things in your purse or backpack:
1) pain pills
2) hair ties
3) change
4) credit card reciepts


Your turn, bitchorz
HiZzOrZ

Pussy slash cat

You had to be there. You really did.

Tonight was one of the funnest nights I've had in a long time. Good times with good friends. Only thing missing was Nix, but it was still fun nonetheless.

Here's a quick recap:
WEnt to this new Pan-Asian restaurant (not Pan as in Panama, pan meaning 'across') called Jimmi Yins. The food was cheap and good, extremely good.

Then we went over to Amber's for games and drinks. That's where things got interesting. Someone, who will remain nameless for anonimity reasons, was asking a question on a card to someone else. It was something like "Your significant other gets a cat one day while you are at work. You are allergic to cats. Do you make them get rid of it?" Well, instead of saying 'cat', SHE (only identifying characteristic to be used -- that and it's the a person you wouldn't even expect to hear the word 'pussy' from) said "Your significant other gets a pussy slash (/) cat and blah blah blah". We fucking lost it. I am going to get a cat. I will name this cat Pussy slash Cat. We then ribbed Jason for having sex with Libby, argued as to whether or not a vibrator and a dildo are the same thing (they SO are not the same thing), laughed over the definition for a Tahitian Facemask that we found on the internet....it's disgusting. Think Dirty Sanchez or Donkey Punch, only much much dirtier. I'll go ahead and tell you all. Note : gross stuff coming up, you may want to skip this if you are grossed out. For those of you who aren't, see the blank spot below...highlight that with your cursor. I've blacked it out for those who don't want to read it at all. I've given you ample warning. Don't come to me saying how sick I am for posting it. I've disclaimed.

A Tahitian Facemask is when someone covers the face of a person with Saran Wrap, shits on the Saran Wrap, covers the shit with another piece of Saran Wrap, and then punches the person in the face.

Yummy. If any guy did this to me, I'd make him eat it. Then I'd kill him.

I learned things about my friends that I didn't want to know, but found strangely amusing at the same time. Again, you had to be there. Sucks that you weren't. Your loss. Fuckers. Just kidding.

Other than that, shit's going pretty well. I miss Nix, but he'll be home tomorrow. Have some homework to finish tomorrow -- a wonderful presentation on word histories and a chapter reflection.

The Pope is in heaven. He's buried. Can we stop it with the news coverage already?

My sister's boyfriend got jumped real bad last night. He got his jaw fractured in about 4 places and has a black eye. Needless to say, he fucked the other guy up pretty bad from what my sis says. Think knee to the face. Broke the dude's nose. It's a long story. I am just glad that he wasn't hurt worse. My sister says that his face looks like Shrek's, only less green and more swollen.

I threw a Hizzy fit tonight, but it was a very mild one. It was regarding a certain person (ME!) making a certain mistake when I was 18, and am not able to live down to this day. No, it's nothing bad, but if you know the one recurring joke about me (other than that I'm a guy, tit jokes, and jokes about me falling down a lot -- thanks Yoda.), you'll understand what I'm talking about.

Anyway, it's near 4 and I have a long day of doing about an hour of homework and sitting on my ass all day. Actually, I might get out and take a walk, maybe walk Oakville's track for an hour. Wish I had an I-Pod (mega birthday hint for all you big spenders out there).

Goodnight.

What a cute pussy slash cat,
Hizzy

Ponder these :
If you can't drink and drive, why do bars have parking lots?

Does the reverse side also have a reverse side?

Why is the alphabet in that order?

and finally, a riddle....

3 men walk into a hotel to get a room for the night. The man at the desk tells them that the room will be 30 dollars. Each man chips in 10 dollars. A little while later, the man at the desk realizes that the rooms are actually 25 dollars, so he sends his bellhop with $5 back to the room that the men are in. On the way to the room, the bellhop wonders how he is going to split $5 between the 3 guys. He gives each of the 3 men $1 back, and keeps $2 for himself. That left the 3 guys each paying $9 for the room.

3(guys) x 9 (dollars) = 27 dollars + $2 that the bellhop kept = 29 dollars

What happened to the other dollar?

Ponder that. Word problems suck.