**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)
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Friday, October 22, 2004
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
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
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
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 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
Monday, October 18, 2004
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
"
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
Saturday, October 16, 2004
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
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
Friday, October 15, 2004
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
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
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
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)
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)
Monday, October 11, 2004
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.
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
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
Sunday, October 10, 2004
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
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
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
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
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
Monday, September 27, 2004
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
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
Sunday, September 26, 2004
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!
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!
Friday, September 24, 2004
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.
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.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
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.
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.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
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
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
Link : No link today.
Music : that metal shit I listen to that none of you like. Currently it's Diabolic's "All Evil Aside"
**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
Link : No link today.
Music : that metal shit I listen to that none of you like. Currently it's Diabolic's "All Evil Aside"
Monday, September 20, 2004
And another thing
I hope his dick falls off from sleeping with that diseased ass cunt.
And that my friends, is the final word.
HIZ
And that my friends, is the final word.
HIZ
Goin' to the chapel....yeah, right
Be warned. I am about to unleash an ONSLAUGHT on someone. This has nothing to do with an upcoming wedding, but one that occurred, without any of us even knowing.
Let me pose some questions to you first, my dear blogger friends.
1. You're friends with someone for roughly 14 years. You, and many of your other friends, do not like his girlfriend/mother of his child. Would you expect that friend to at least let you know that he's gonna get married?
2. Why throw away 14 years of friendship over some fucking shit like this.
Well, guess what? I'm thisclose to doing that. My friend Nick (aka PV, Venkman, Pussy Viking, Pussy Venkman, Dickless Nickless) got married this weekend and neglected to tell ANY of us. I think it's really fucking shitty. If something THAT major happened in my life (now granted, it won't be a wedding, I'm not the marryin' type), I'd be so overjoyed that I'd have to tell everyone I know, and even complete strangers on the street.
Hmmm...complete strangers. Interesting concept. That's what we've all been to him since that cunt came into his life (you know I'm pissed when I drop the c-bomb). I'm sorry, but that girl is a few bricks short of a smokestack and has more fucking miles on her than a Boeing 767. And Nick, there's a few cherries missing from his fruit salad too. That guy has more fucking issues than anyone I know. He's so anal. I wouldn't be suprised if his wedding were Star Trek themed. Fucking dork. I can just see it now. He's Captain Kirk and Gina was Deanna Troi or someone like that. Fucking idiot.
You know, I don't understand why I'm pissed off about this. I guess because it really bothers me that I have done so much for that cocksucker, so fucking much. I listened to him pour out his fucking heart and soul when some bitch dumped him. I hung out with him when no one else even wanted to have anything to do with him. And what does he do, he turns around and shits on not only me, but all of my friends too.
Fucking dick. I hope he's happy with his whore of a wife and his bastard child. I hope they're happy with their little fucking family and I hope they have tons more little bastards and name them after all the Star Trek characters and just have a happy little Starship Enterprise family. I hope that cunt pops out 10 more kids for Nick to fucking raise on a small salary. I hope he never comes around again. I hope they burn in hell . Thanks for nothing, cock.
HIZZY
Let me pose some questions to you first, my dear blogger friends.
1. You're friends with someone for roughly 14 years. You, and many of your other friends, do not like his girlfriend/mother of his child. Would you expect that friend to at least let you know that he's gonna get married?
2. Why throw away 14 years of friendship over some fucking shit like this.
Well, guess what? I'm thisclose to doing that. My friend Nick (aka PV, Venkman, Pussy Viking, Pussy Venkman, Dickless Nickless) got married this weekend and neglected to tell ANY of us. I think it's really fucking shitty. If something THAT major happened in my life (now granted, it won't be a wedding, I'm not the marryin' type), I'd be so overjoyed that I'd have to tell everyone I know, and even complete strangers on the street.
Hmmm...complete strangers. Interesting concept. That's what we've all been to him since that cunt came into his life (you know I'm pissed when I drop the c-bomb). I'm sorry, but that girl is a few bricks short of a smokestack and has more fucking miles on her than a Boeing 767. And Nick, there's a few cherries missing from his fruit salad too. That guy has more fucking issues than anyone I know. He's so anal. I wouldn't be suprised if his wedding were Star Trek themed. Fucking dork. I can just see it now. He's Captain Kirk and Gina was Deanna Troi or someone like that. Fucking idiot.
You know, I don't understand why I'm pissed off about this. I guess because it really bothers me that I have done so much for that cocksucker, so fucking much. I listened to him pour out his fucking heart and soul when some bitch dumped him. I hung out with him when no one else even wanted to have anything to do with him. And what does he do, he turns around and shits on not only me, but all of my friends too.
Fucking dick. I hope he's happy with his whore of a wife and his bastard child. I hope they're happy with their little fucking family and I hope they have tons more little bastards and name them after all the Star Trek characters and just have a happy little Starship Enterprise family. I hope that cunt pops out 10 more kids for Nick to fucking raise on a small salary. I hope he never comes around again. I hope they burn in hell . Thanks for nothing, cock.
HIZZY
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