Monday, March 04, 2002
woooooo doggie
i'm home. there is no one looking over my shoulder or anything. i can elaborate on other things i didn't quite elaborate so much on before, particularly my night out on the town :)
but first a few things. Pokemon. they rock. plain and simple. there isn't really anything bad you can say about pokemon. people are just against pokemon, because it is trendy to hate them. if people really thought about it, and actually watched it, people would like them. i love it, i watch it whenever its on, and i think about it :) i have seen the pokemon movie a few times, on hbo family and all that jazz.
second, traffic. there is a thin line between asserting yourself and being cocky. there is another thin line between being cocky and being retarded. too many people are retarded. when i am alone, i consider myself to be cocky. i know what i want to do, and i have a certain set of unwritten rules that i abide by, and i think most other motorists abide by. i know my car is worth less than a fair number of the other cars on the road. i use this to my advantage. if you are being an asshole to me, i don't really care. i'll manage to put you in a position where if you hit me, it will be your fault, and you will end up fucking up your nice new car. like today, some woman was driving this nice new mercedes. she decided that she didn't have to let anyone merge in front of her where the two lanes of traffic on the onramp came together. i pushed my way so i was in front of her. she still wasn't letting me merge, so i just held my position. it got to the point where she could have wedged herself between the wall and my back fender if she really wanted too. she backed off, and i finished my merge. i don't really care too much about my car, so if it means that much to her not having me merge in front of her, she could have gone right ahead and hit me. i get annoyed when people don't follow these little rules, and end up driving in the retarded zone. i do whatever i can to knock them back to at least cocky.
jing brought up a few interesting points when he was talking about driving in LA. i'm not sure how i would hold up. everyone drives so fast and such, and my car has terrible to non existant accelleration rates. if i had my dads mustang, i would probably do ok, but not in my car. i think some of what he was talking about, knowing what other people are going to do even if they don't signal or anything, applys to any sort of commuting traffic situation. seattle has fairly notoriously bad traffic, but that is mostly because we have notoriously bad drivers. still, if you drive in rush hour traffic every morning in a half asleep state, some of these techniques about knowing what other people are going to do become instinctual. i think it would be really interesting to see him drive. he has a very very nice car, and he lives in LA. and he is into street racing. i mean jesus, it would be fun to see :) he's still no match for my tempo, but yeah yeah, oh baby.
PAUSE for a second. SOLAR BEAM ATTACK WHUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! best attack ever. i love it when they do this :D i wish i could see them use it more. the wimpy little gloom somehow knew solar beam, and the BITCHSMACKWHUT team rocket is gone. hell yeah. now bulbasaur is flirting with the gloom. its great :D pokemon ROCKS
ok, so now back to this weekend. harm rocks, he cracks me up. it was fun just bumming around with him, even if i wasn't talkative :) it was cool to have bryan a long too, we made a decent enough trio, even if none of us actually really hit on chicks. i was having fun people watching, which as harm commented on turned into staring at superbitches boobs most of the time. she kept fiddling with her tube top, and like grabbing them and pushing them up. i was dying. at one point, she stood up, faced away from us and adjusted her pants. i was in midsentance when she did that, and i lost all my concentration. it was pretty funny. i find it hil-fucking-larious that harm gave her a business card :D so yeah, to chronicle our experience with her. we get there, i go grab the table behind her and her little group. our table is in the back corner. so, while i am sitting there, she is sitting there with this guy. some other girl comes up, and sits on this guys lap. i'm just like ohhhh shiot. so the annoying girl is obviously mad. eventually the guy just kind of gets up and walks off. good move on his part :D so she is sitting there stewing at what happened, and harm comes back with the first set of drinks. he has no real way to get back to his seat, because she won't push in her chair at all to let him past. so he steps on two chairs, and is kind of above her for a second, and ends up bumping her chair a little. she is PISSED. she sits there and glares at harm, and lets out an indignant scoff. we are just like, oh damn.... so anyways, bryan gets back with his drink. at this point, she is the only one at her table. so bryan puts his foot up on the side of one of the chairs at her table. she turns around, and in a really rude, condescending voice goes "do you mind.." bryan being the great guy he is, goes, sorry, i didn't know you were using ALL of these chairs right now. she's like yeah, actually i am. the conversation continues, she claims she is a manager at ricks, and that she knows everyone, and she is going to go have us kicked out. i am just laaaaaaughing into my hand the entire time, because it is so rediculous. so, after that we are kind of reeling from what happened. it was great being in a noisy bar, because no one could hear us. harm was hilarious, he is sitting there yelling about how stupid and predictable women can be directly at her, and she couldn't hear :D i was craaaaaacking up. i didn't really care. i knew going into the night i probably wasn't going to talk to any girls or anything, especially after what i had heard from german ben about the crowd at belltown billiards. this whole bar thing is new to me, i don't think i am quite ready for the hitting on chicks aspect of it :)
i think i pretty much went through the experience in the parking lot... i suck, lol.
the crowd that watches mtv2 obviously has better taste than those that watch mtv. i mean, you watch trl, it is all hip hop and boybands, with maybe one or two token rock songs on it. at least, that is how it was when i used to watch it. who knows what it is like now. i mean, i like hip hop and boybands, but the songs they have on there usually kind of suck... they have this great show on mtv2 called control freak. people go and vote for the next song out of 3 choices, while the song that is currently playing is still on. it shows the percentages on the side, and so you can see things change as people go vote. they have some damn good videos on mtv2, it is usually enjoyable to watch. i mean, the people just voted for Beck - Deadweight. i LOVE that song. i mean, damn, any group of people who votes to see deadweight has to be pretty damn cool.
my hair is getting a little unruly. i'm not sure if i like it this long anymore. of course, everytime i say this, a few weeks later it looks different to me, and i like it.
oh god, INSTASHELVES. these things are so booty. they hold 10 lbs. BUT BEWARE OF SHELVES THAT DON'T LIGHT UP!!!!!!!
whooooooo, i'm losing it, i need to sit around and not think for a bit. my mind is flipping, and i really don't want to try to start blogging about a new topic again right now.........
i'm home. there is no one looking over my shoulder or anything. i can elaborate on other things i didn't quite elaborate so much on before, particularly my night out on the town :)
but first a few things. Pokemon. they rock. plain and simple. there isn't really anything bad you can say about pokemon. people are just against pokemon, because it is trendy to hate them. if people really thought about it, and actually watched it, people would like them. i love it, i watch it whenever its on, and i think about it :) i have seen the pokemon movie a few times, on hbo family and all that jazz.
second, traffic. there is a thin line between asserting yourself and being cocky. there is another thin line between being cocky and being retarded. too many people are retarded. when i am alone, i consider myself to be cocky. i know what i want to do, and i have a certain set of unwritten rules that i abide by, and i think most other motorists abide by. i know my car is worth less than a fair number of the other cars on the road. i use this to my advantage. if you are being an asshole to me, i don't really care. i'll manage to put you in a position where if you hit me, it will be your fault, and you will end up fucking up your nice new car. like today, some woman was driving this nice new mercedes. she decided that she didn't have to let anyone merge in front of her where the two lanes of traffic on the onramp came together. i pushed my way so i was in front of her. she still wasn't letting me merge, so i just held my position. it got to the point where she could have wedged herself between the wall and my back fender if she really wanted too. she backed off, and i finished my merge. i don't really care too much about my car, so if it means that much to her not having me merge in front of her, she could have gone right ahead and hit me. i get annoyed when people don't follow these little rules, and end up driving in the retarded zone. i do whatever i can to knock them back to at least cocky.
jing brought up a few interesting points when he was talking about driving in LA. i'm not sure how i would hold up. everyone drives so fast and such, and my car has terrible to non existant accelleration rates. if i had my dads mustang, i would probably do ok, but not in my car. i think some of what he was talking about, knowing what other people are going to do even if they don't signal or anything, applys to any sort of commuting traffic situation. seattle has fairly notoriously bad traffic, but that is mostly because we have notoriously bad drivers. still, if you drive in rush hour traffic every morning in a half asleep state, some of these techniques about knowing what other people are going to do become instinctual. i think it would be really interesting to see him drive. he has a very very nice car, and he lives in LA. and he is into street racing. i mean jesus, it would be fun to see :) he's still no match for my tempo, but yeah yeah, oh baby.
PAUSE for a second. SOLAR BEAM ATTACK WHUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! best attack ever. i love it when they do this :D i wish i could see them use it more. the wimpy little gloom somehow knew solar beam, and the BITCHSMACKWHUT team rocket is gone. hell yeah. now bulbasaur is flirting with the gloom. its great :D pokemon ROCKS
ok, so now back to this weekend. harm rocks, he cracks me up. it was fun just bumming around with him, even if i wasn't talkative :) it was cool to have bryan a long too, we made a decent enough trio, even if none of us actually really hit on chicks. i was having fun people watching, which as harm commented on turned into staring at superbitches boobs most of the time. she kept fiddling with her tube top, and like grabbing them and pushing them up. i was dying. at one point, she stood up, faced away from us and adjusted her pants. i was in midsentance when she did that, and i lost all my concentration. it was pretty funny. i find it hil-fucking-larious that harm gave her a business card :D so yeah, to chronicle our experience with her. we get there, i go grab the table behind her and her little group. our table is in the back corner. so, while i am sitting there, she is sitting there with this guy. some other girl comes up, and sits on this guys lap. i'm just like ohhhh shiot. so the annoying girl is obviously mad. eventually the guy just kind of gets up and walks off. good move on his part :D so she is sitting there stewing at what happened, and harm comes back with the first set of drinks. he has no real way to get back to his seat, because she won't push in her chair at all to let him past. so he steps on two chairs, and is kind of above her for a second, and ends up bumping her chair a little. she is PISSED. she sits there and glares at harm, and lets out an indignant scoff. we are just like, oh damn.... so anyways, bryan gets back with his drink. at this point, she is the only one at her table. so bryan puts his foot up on the side of one of the chairs at her table. she turns around, and in a really rude, condescending voice goes "do you mind.." bryan being the great guy he is, goes, sorry, i didn't know you were using ALL of these chairs right now. she's like yeah, actually i am. the conversation continues, she claims she is a manager at ricks, and that she knows everyone, and she is going to go have us kicked out. i am just laaaaaaughing into my hand the entire time, because it is so rediculous. so, after that we are kind of reeling from what happened. it was great being in a noisy bar, because no one could hear us. harm was hilarious, he is sitting there yelling about how stupid and predictable women can be directly at her, and she couldn't hear :D i was craaaaaacking up. i didn't really care. i knew going into the night i probably wasn't going to talk to any girls or anything, especially after what i had heard from german ben about the crowd at belltown billiards. this whole bar thing is new to me, i don't think i am quite ready for the hitting on chicks aspect of it :)
i think i pretty much went through the experience in the parking lot... i suck, lol.
the crowd that watches mtv2 obviously has better taste than those that watch mtv. i mean, you watch trl, it is all hip hop and boybands, with maybe one or two token rock songs on it. at least, that is how it was when i used to watch it. who knows what it is like now. i mean, i like hip hop and boybands, but the songs they have on there usually kind of suck... they have this great show on mtv2 called control freak. people go and vote for the next song out of 3 choices, while the song that is currently playing is still on. it shows the percentages on the side, and so you can see things change as people go vote. they have some damn good videos on mtv2, it is usually enjoyable to watch. i mean, the people just voted for Beck - Deadweight. i LOVE that song. i mean, damn, any group of people who votes to see deadweight has to be pretty damn cool.
my hair is getting a little unruly. i'm not sure if i like it this long anymore. of course, everytime i say this, a few weeks later it looks different to me, and i like it.
oh god, INSTASHELVES. these things are so booty. they hold 10 lbs. BUT BEWARE OF SHELVES THAT DON'T LIGHT UP!!!!!!!
whooooooo, i'm losing it, i need to sit around and not think for a bit. my mind is flipping, and i really don't want to try to start blogging about a new topic again right now.........
