No Wonder I'm A Fatty Mcfat Fat

... I went through 7 cans of dew tonight during my crusade of trying to finish my work..

That's rediculous. I wouldn't be suprised if my heart stopped or something.

Old Habits Die Hard

Here I am again...

Assignments due tomarrow and only a few hours between them and I. The past couple days I've been doing shit for school and I'm still behind as hell. I'd be lying if I said I diddn't procrastinate... but even still I put in a lot of effort.. yet here I am pulling another all nighter.

I'm kind of proud of myself.. this is only my second all nighter of the quarter.. pretty impressive compared to like the 10 times I did it last year. I know it's not healthy but sometimes I just can't avoid it. Ok, well, i guess I could avoid it... but I'm a risk taker.. living life on the edge. heh.. yeah right.

Plus it has this odd sense of relaxation about it...

So far I've gone through 2 cans of dew and I'm almost done with my 3rd... sometimes I think caffeine is the only thing keeping me alive.

Ooooh well, I guess I should stop procrastinating, it's not gonna get me anywhere..

Video Picks

Some new vids I've come across you all must watch.



Tony Blair was probably the only name I knew when taking Current Even quizes in High School.

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300 a bit hardcore? Here's the PG version of the trailer!! =D Genuis.

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You really have to appreciate badass video game themes... and these two remixes are some of the most badass around.

<3 Duke Nukem

I remember way back in 4th grade there was a party kind of thing where Sean Taylor's Mom was helping out with, and as I was walking by Sean goes to his mom "Mom, Jordan is allowed to have Duke Nukem for the 64, why can't I??" And I'll never forget how awesome I felt that my parents irresponsibly let me play a rediculously violent game I shouldn't have been playing.

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And this... this is just genuis.

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I know I havn't had much of a post lately, I;ve been completely stacked lately, I havn't had much time for anything.

Something alittle more worth while soon.

Mr. Grumpy Gills

So, I kind of goofed last night.

I was having a seriously irritating night last night at work and every little thing towards the night set me off. I don't know why, because that's really not like me, but I just had a serious chip on my shoulder.

Well, apparently I was a bit of a jerk to the wrong customer last night because I got a call from Jess earlier today saying that there was a guy there complaining about me saying I was really rude and stuff..

Granted I probably was but at the time I diddn't really notice. Really I was mostly just trying to keep to myself and get the guy out of there asap before I really did flip, because I was just having a long ass night and every time I was trying to do something someone came in and it really bugged me.

Uuuugh, I feel really stupid.. because at the time I diddn't think anything of it.. aaannd, now I regret it cuz he's threatening to file a complaint and all this stuff.. bad call on my part, hm?

I guess I just don't take this kind of stuff well because I don't know how to handle it. Apparently he's coming in tomorrow, maybe to talk to me? Who knows.. I guess I should just apologize to the guy.. to bad I kind of crumble in these kinds of situations..

Ohhh well.. my bad, I goofed, I'm just hoping I don't have to confront this guy or my manager... but I have a feeling I'm going to have to. The only thing that would make this really bad if another person comes in complaining of the same thing.. because that would make me look really really bad.

Next time, maybe I'll count to 10 before I get my panties in a bunch, hm?

OH MY GOD .. it's A Shark

Sheesh, I've been busy. And this week that's not gonna change.. I got so much going on.

I kinda like it though in some strange way... when I keep moving like this it makes me feel good. It makes me feel useful. And that's a good feeling. I have to cut the grass later.. and... there is probably no other thing on this planet I hate more than cutting grass.. but I'm ok with it for some reason. I'm not trying to find any and every excuse in the book to get out of it.. I'm just accepting my responsibilities I guess. Same goes for school. I have to pull off some amazing shit to get the shit done I need to.. especially my History and Analysis of Design class... I don't know how I'm going to pull off finishing it.. but I got this.

Maybe it's the weather, I don't know.. but I feel good.

Er.. well.. mentally. On the physical side not so much. We got Powerade in at work on Saturday and I drank so much I think it irritated my throat.. not to mention gave me a nasty soar in my mouth (Just what you wanted to hear, hm?). I just feel like shit, basically.. but it's all good. I just have to lay off the powerade.

Spiderman 3 was amazing, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

On another note.. it appears to be confirmed I'm going on a little Cedar Point trip for a few days. June 3rd seems to be the day we're leaving, so I'm pretty pumped for that. =)

Another Blog

So, because I've been on this whole movie kick as of late, and I really don't want to drown you all with movie babble in this blog, I decided to make a seperate blog where I can talk and babble about movies and review them and whatnot without worrying about boring those who could give a rat's left testicle.

Check it out if you'd like, I'm gonna try to keep up with it.

http://diabolicviews.blogspot.com/

Wise Words Of Mr. Opalko

So, at the moment I'm on my 10 minute break for my History and Analysis of Design class (Or Anal, as Ross and I refer to it) and I just had to hop on for a few minutes for this brief moment of inspiration.

My teacher, Mr. Opalko was just talking and babblin like he does oh so well, and he started talking about something that has been on my mind for many, many, many weeks now.

He started talking about professions and majors. He started talking about how he had a ton of different jobs and never kept interested. Until he got into visual arts.

He said he worked in construction and all these things but visual arts was what really interested him. He got into it on the soul grounds that he enjoyed it and that he was happy doing it.

Then he said something that basically summed everything I've been questioning when it comes to wondering if Graphic Design is right for me.

"I'd rather be doing this, than anything else."

When I think of all these things I could do, I really start to appreciate the field I chose.

The last damn thing want to do is work in construction or something.

Or worse.

Work at Subway for the rest of my years.