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[Sep. 12th, 2004|01:21 am] |
I've spent the last few days at my aunt and uncle's. Crazy pot smoking hippies. I hate going over there. They're cool and everything but they openly talk about their sex life and that just isn't cool with me at all. I don't want to hear about the sexual positions two 40 something's enjoy the most. And it depresses me because I'm not getting any. I don't need old people rubbing it in my face thanks.
How can someone not know who the president is? I know he sucks big hair balls but unless you're living under a moldy rock, what the fuck is wrong with you? No more dating under classmen for me. |
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[Jul. 17th, 2004|03:02 pm] |
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I haven't updated in months. I have a life. Or at least had one. I started dating a girl, Samantha. She was beautiful, had an amazing body, she wasn't a total idiot and she liked sports. Holy shit I thought I hit the fucking jackpot. We started dating in Feb. and everything was going well. My friends liked her, even my parents liked her which is beyond me scope because they don't even like me. She went away for 4 weeks in June for studying abroad and when she came back she was a total bitch. She complained about everything. So I dumped her last week. Now I'm back to jacking off and spending my time playing Madden. There are worst things in life I guess. |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2004|01:00 pm] |
I'm still recovering from my New Years shit. I got way too drunk, kissed a really ugly girl and got into at least 2 fights that I remember. Everything past about 1 am is a blur. Why do I let myself get that drunk?
Now the ugly girl has my number and has called me 6 times. What do you say to someone like that? "Uh yeah, you're ugly and apparently fucking psycho. I only kissed you because I was so fucking drunk that I blacked out, so stop calling me?" Yes I'm an asshole I realize this. But do I really have to be that big of an asshole. Isn't the fact that I haven't called her back a big enough hint for this girl? |
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[Dec. 29th, 2003|11:35 am] |
All sorts of crazy shit happened this weekend. I went out with my boys Friday and my friend that is engaged was all over a really fat, nasty chick. He ended up making out with her all night and then left without telling anyone where he was going. So when we all decided to leave we tried calling his cell phone and he had it turned off. Finally I said fuck it and took everyone that rode with me home. My friend showed up back at my place, where 2 other friends were staying, at like 6:00am. He had hickeys all over. It was disgusting. I never pegged him for a cheater. And he's acting like he's some mad hound pimp just because he scored some worn out hag at a bar. His fiance is hot and pretty damn cool. He took a major step down.
Saturday I didn't want to go out. I was tired and feeling like shit. But my ex Megan was in town and called me up asking if I'd do her a huge favor and go to a party with her to make her ex jealous. I'm not about the drama and stupid games and that's the reason we broke up in the first place. But like a fucking loser I agreed. The party was lame. It was a bunch of immature boozewhores and stereo typical frat guys trying to score with any decent drunk girl. It was pathetic and got me wondering if I did that shit my first years of college.
Megan was all over me and got wasted. She tried to kiss me all night long, was grabbing my balls and everything. She's sad. And her ex didn't even show up. Or maybe he wasn't even going to be there to begin with. I told her I wanted to leave and she asked if I'd take her back to her cousin's house first. I did, she asked me to take her in, I did and then she tried to jump me. She started taking off her clothes and kissing me. Nasty. There's nothing worse than a desperate woman. I just sat her on the couch and left. I don't have the time or energy to play around with drama queens. |
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[Dec. 26th, 2003|07:44 pm] |
Christmas was Christmas. My parents argued on Christmas Eve and like magic were all cheery on Christmas Day. It must have been a Baby Jesus miracle. Or maybe they just put on a fake happy front for the sake of this bloody commericialized holiday. Bingo!
Christmas Eve I had dinner with my parents, brothers and family as usual. Dinner was great, convo was lame and redundant. We all talk about the same shit every year and its stupid. As if we can't think of new crap to talk about. Then that night I went out with some old friends. We just went to some girl's apartment and had a few drinks. We rehashed the past which gets old but it's always mildly entertaining.
Christmas Day I spent with my parents. We opened gifts. I got a lot of money and some video games and an X-box. Yeah so I'm a big fucking immature kid that still plays video games.
Today my mom tried to convince me to brave the mean fat women returning shit at the mall but I refused and ending up hanging out with my brothers who were only semi-annoying for the past few days. We played games and hung out. It was alright. Tonight I'm going to some party with my younger brother and a few of his friends and then heading to another party with my boys. Should be interesting. |
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[Dec. 22nd, 2003|11:39 am] |
Growing up and changing sucks big fat donkey balls.
Ever since I was 11 years old I have had the same group of close friends. After high school we all pretty much spread out throughout the country to different colleges. We drifted apart a little, but we always met up over breaks from school to catch up and hang out. It's nice to know that no matter what happens in my life I can come back to my hometown and have a beer with my friends and act like a jackass.
But one of my close friends has completely changed, and not for the better. Last year he started dating this girl and non of us like her. He brought her home over the summer and she was controlling and bitchy to everyone, including his parents. She told him what he could and couldn't do. They were here for 2 weeks and she told him he could only spend 2 days with us and had to be home by 11:00. He wasn't allowed to hang out with other girls, including other friend's girlfriends even if we were all together in a group. He told him what to wear, eat, say. It was fucking depressing and he just rolled over and took it from her.
This year we were all planning on taking a trip somewhere but now he's not even coming home for the break. His girlfriend doesn't want him to come home because she thinks everyone here is a "bad influence" and it's time for him to "get out of the past and look towards the future". The kicker is, she's going home to Florida where she's from while he stays in Colorado pretty much alone. It's pathetic and I am so disappointed in him for letting her get away with this.
So I'm fucking pissed to say the very least. I'm home for Christmas break and I planned on hanging out with my boys and now one of my best friends is sitting alone in his apartment. I told him to just by a damn ticket and come home. She's not his mother. He doesn't need her permission. But he says he doesn't want to upset her and cause a fight. What a fucking pussy. |
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[Dec. 17th, 2003|12:37 pm] |
I don't have a scanner because I think its such a senseless waste of money and time. No offense to those that actually have one. Anyway my friend Paul scanned a pic and cropped it for me and all of that great stuff so that I can post a user pic and people will finally shut up and leave me alone about having a pic.
I went out with friends last night and the chick from the other party was there with her friends. She came up and was trying to talk to me like nothing happened. She told me she was sorry for not giving me her digits and try to give them to me as we left but I told her not to bother. I don't play games with girls and don't want to be around girls that do. Shit doesn't have to be that damn complicated.
I ended up getting the number of a hotter and much cooler girl anyway so I'm not hurting from it. |
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[Dec. 15th, 2003|02:21 am] |
Yep this is my journal. Live Journal is free now and doesn't require the lame ass codes. So now I can sit here and go on and on about worthless shit for free and without the hassle of having to kiss someone's ass to get a code. It's a wonderful thing.
They caught Sadamm Hussien. I don't know how to spell his name. Does that really matter? People are acting as if this is the end of all of our problems. Though i'm wondering how a 60 something year old generiatric manage to illude us this entire time. It feels like a lot of lives were lost for nothing. things won't just be ok now. The war isn't over and Bush has still yet to make good promises made. Let's just hope he's out of office next year. Just because your dumb daddy was Pres doesn't mean you should be.
I met this seemingly cool chick at a party Saturday. She was hot, liked to laugh, was carrying a good conversation with me. So I'm digging her thinking everything is cool. We spent just about the whole night together. She was hanging on my arm, sometimes holding my hand. All of that shit. So I'm getting ready to leave and ask for her digits and she tells me she doesn't give out her # to people she doesn't know. So she'll hang all over random guys at a party and tell them her fucking life story but won't give up the #? Sideways logic to me man. So I felt like a complete dope and my boys won't let me live it down. That's chick for ya I guess |
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