Month: July 2005

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As of late, I’ve been taken by this new fad, reading. It might be -eading, with a soft “r,” but apparently you sit down with a book and read the words on the pages for an extended period of time. It really is quite breathtaking. I have been reading “The Poisonwood Bible.” This is my second go around and I like it more this time than I did the last time I read it, which was junior year in high school. The past 4 days, I have read over 250 pages of it. That is crazy good for me. I don’t read often, or ever for that matter so this is quite an impressive accomplishment.


Whatever happened to pogs? You know what they are, don’t act like you were too good for them. They took over the world for a solid 5 months back in 95 or something. You played for fun, you played for keeps, you traded them with your friends, you even went to Hardee’s in order to get the “Apollo 13 Space Shuttle” pog holder in your happy meal. That was an excellent marketing ploy for Hardee’s or Carl or whoever owns that chain now because they only gave you one piece at a time so you had to go back like 4 times to have the whole shuttle. What were you gonna do with only 1/3 of the shuttle with no top… you couldn’t hold many pogs securely, that’s fo sho. They had some sweet pogs that you could collect with some even better slammers. Cool 8-Ball designs… whoever thought that you could make so many sweet cardboard pieces featuring a billiard ball. Then they had the never ending possibilities with the skeleton head, the skull and crossbones. Those were the good stuff. Slammers were a whole other story. You know you had the good shit when you carried around a 12 oz. piece of steel in your pocket to dominate your friends. Why in the world were these banned from schools, or at least my school. They never hurt anyone and they never meant any harm….skull and crossbones, where I’m from that means pirates looking for sunken treasure. Skull and crossbones never meant death or destruction. I just don’t know what this world is coming to. I do know that those were truly the good times, when you could walk safely to the Tasty Freeze to get custard for a nickel, when you could enjoy “Eureka’s Castle” without being weirded out by puppets that looked like the Devil if in fact he was a purple girl puppet, the days where you could sit down and have a good time behind the barracks at recess punishing your friends with your titanium slammer in order to get their 8-Ball Pog collection…. those were the days, oh those were the days.


 

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I went to the lake this weekend, just me and the folks. We hung out together Thursday, Friday, and part of Saturday and it was a good time. I got crazy burnt again on the boat on Friday. Plus, I read 150 pages of a book…. A BOOK!! Then I went to the city and hung out with some people I haven’t hung out with for a year or so and that too was a great time. Scott and I came back up here to Stillwater and this morning I cooked bacon, fried eggs, and french toast. It was amazing I thought. Today, we painted Scott’s room, part of the kitchen, and pulled up the carpet in Scott’s room. It’s looking really good we think. We can’t wait to break the house in… enough with my life.


The serious side, somewhat… As I was driving to the lake this weekend, a friend of mine is going through I rough time with everything going on in her life right now and I was talking to her and I said, “I’m sorry to hear about your dad and everything,” and I got to thinking. What is that really saying… I’m sorry to hear that? Does it mean that I didn’t want to know that to begin with and it would have been better off for me not to know that? If you think about it and break it down, that’s kind of what that means. “I’m sorry to hear that,” it’s just like saying “keep that (explicitive) to yourself,” but just in a suttle way. What else are you supposed to say in that situation? So for now, I guess I will just keep saying that, but if people catch on, it could be bad news for me and whoever else says that phrase as well. Just a thought…


Yesterday, Scott and I went to James’ pool party/cookout thing and what else can I say other than we were off the hook.When we got there, everyone was just sitting around the pool and the first thing we do and cannonball into the pool and start spiking the hell out of the volleyball into people’s faces. I know, I know…it’s just a game, but we had to get the party started somehow. I mean we had everybody cracking up with just our regular conversation. We were telling the same old stories we always tell but we found out, we just need a new crowd, a new audience.  In order to continue our hot streak of funny stories and laughter of others in the future, we decided as a group to get a new crowd, a new audience…. Kurtis, you’re out, everyone else, you’re in!!! Welcome, and make yourself at home, we’ll start the good times soon.


Weekend Movie Review: “Boogie Nights”  This movie is not a family movie. Synopsis: The porn industry, and a 17 year old kid with blessed attributes… that’s all you really need to know to make your own judgement. Don’t invite the fam in to watch this together. Be sure to put the kids to bed before popping this bad boy into the DVD player. It was funny at times, but after the first 2 hours and 15 minutes, you were just ready for it to be over. Funny Quotes from “Boogie Nights”: “I’m gonna fuckin’ buy these!!” and “Shut up before I punch you in the god damn face!!” <— That one was said while the 17 year old kid was atop an female Asian spy that he was about to do it with.


Until next time, cheers….

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Today, I went xanga searching… I was just checking out other people’s xangas. I came across some funny ones, some not so funny ones and some crazy serious ones. These kids that write so deep and meaningful CRAP on their xanga need to realize that they don’t have enough street cred to be able to give wordly advice on xanga!! I understand that being 14 can be tough, especially on those prepubescent boys who just want to be able to shave.  This made me wonder how much drama can one have in their life when they are born in 1991…especially during the summer. Heck, you are out of school, you don’t have to worry about summer school, bills, gas prices, or your future for that matter! I guess some worries might be that you  can’t see your boyfriend/girlfriend because yall don’t have 3rd lunch together or pre-algebra together where yall write notes to eachother when you are sitting two seats down from one another. Though  you might get to see eachother when you can talk your parents into dropping you off at White Water so you can spend a couple of hours together in which yall may go down the bermuda triangle together or hang out in the same tube in the wave pool. So to those Emo 14 year olds who hate life because they are grounded from the computer (but yet some how, get on to tell the world about it on xanga) … take it easy, you’re on 4th street!!


Also, as I was checking out people’s xangas I came across one that made me think as well. This chicks xanga name was “Circumstances Mean Nothing” or something like that and the first thing that came to my mind was this… circum-stances may mean nothing, but circum-cisions may mean just a little bit more (or a little bit less depending on how you look at it, hey ohhhhhh)……

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Is there anywhere in the world that there is a dinosaur that can drive a car? Or even a mushroom with red polk-a-dots? I’m pretty sure that these kinds of things are not even eligible to obtain a driver’s liscense much less own pretty impressive karts to race. Someone should of thought of these barriers and the ability to cross these barriers beforehand. I understand it’s Mario world, but whoever thought of Mario world was trippin balls on something big time. That sure would be a sight for sore eyes… a bunch of 5’3″ Asians sitting around passing the bleezie and drinking the bong water as they proceed to make meth out of their rice cooker. I want  to party with them!!  Back to Mario world, the characters are cah-razy. To think up air conditioning units with smiles in the water that can only swim like jelly fish is a pure genius. Those who thought up anvil bullets with crazy smirks on their faces… brilliant! I wouldn’t even know where to start to come up with something even half as good as Mario. The concept of Mario is just so trippy. MARIO, F-YEAH!!! YOSHI, F-YEAH!!! LEAFS THAT WHEN YOU EAT YOU BECOME A GUY WITH A RACCOON TAIL THAT CAN ONLY FLY WHEN YOU RUN FOR A LITTLE BIT AND GET YOUR POWER BAR UP “P” AND THEN ONLY AFTER THAT CAN YOU FLY FOR A SOLID 7 SECONDS, F-YEAH!!! 


Mario, he’s a good guy… and that princess toadstool ain’t half bad either (except that she is stupid enough to keep getting kidnapped and taken to a different level only to write a letter to Mario telling him that she has been taken to another lever. That slut!!)


Warning: Those unfamiliar with Mario Brothers / Duck Hunt, Mario 2, Mario 3, Mariokart, and Mario’s World may have absolutely no idea what I am talking about in the previous xanga entry as I reference each Mario “world” throughout entry. This warning should probably go up at the top, but shit will buff out!