Enigmatts stupid rants

man… this shit does not do a damned thing for me at all…. oh yeah.. theres the familiar feeling we all know and love…. he hehehe… ok im drinking a new beer call thunderhead….. and it tastes like crap… its madein india, and the brands called ipa… it was brewed in a pyramid… whcih is really something new cause now that i think on it, theres going to be grave robbers who want to know the tastes of five thousand year old beer. “hey goerge! this taste great! it was bottled in ten thousand bc!” although give me a good ol redstripe anyday of the week and well have a grand ol time. ha yes… the times we face now are troubling ones in deed. well lets get this show on the road shall we? weve got much to cover and less tiem to cover it in the a pussy shot of a fat brittany spears wobbling out of a limo… and thats enough to sober any one up… let me check… nope still buzzed… ok i take it back, thunderheads pretty damned good.

on the forfornt of things…god this tastes like crap…but it feels so good! five thousand year old beer. like soap on a roap… its still dangerous in prison. ok ok… kim kim… the wonderfull fruit, the more you treat the less you mooch. ok, first things first, i aint in love with the darlin no more. got it? im talking to you shaikes a bake. and david. its an old habit… ok, anyways…where the hell was i? oh right.. kim… well, the little darlin back, i aint got no problems with it, cept for the slighti rritating fact that anytime im calm and trying to talk to her i get all hyperventalaly… yes!!!!! you can officialy see that this is a brunk dlog when i get dislexic!!! fuck sneah…

so kim… um… yeah thats pretty much it. i dont fear her, and yet my body acts like its sanfransica in 89 when we had the big earthquake, which coincidently the jenny craig buildings were full of fat people jumping to reach a donuts that was tied to a string. and that why san fran is the way it is. fat people.

what else is there. oh yeah! im in a band called the debate of factions! which me and a buddie created, all from a simple jame seession! yeap, five thousand year old beer. soulnds like a goods soung.. need less to say, fridays are offical jam out days, when me edwin and darryl and anyone else we happen to enjoy listening to and or hanve a good groove wit jam together and perfect a couple of songs.

its an aquired taste ill give it that… tastes like paper quired from the crap disposal unit of swat.

ok… other news… theres a couple of cute women i ran into,heena not being one of them she was one of the ones i ran into last year. even then, sparks flew and caught the drapes on fire. …ahh yess. that little darlin…. well lets get this cleared up. hey dork! yeah you! the one whos pissed at me all the time cause of the stupid story! yeah thats right! im talking to you! read carecarefully cause im only gonna say this once. dork. that wasnt it its coming up in a second.

THERE IS MORE THEN ONE PERSON IN THE WORLD WITH YOUR NAME!!! YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH THAT NAME!!!! IF YOU ARE THEN THAT MEANS…SOMETHING IM NOT SURE WHAT THOUGH. JUST BECAUSE A BLOG HAS YOUR NAME IN IT, DOES NOT MEAN THAT IT IS YOU I AM TALKING ABOUT!

there… i think that about covered it… now where the fuck was i? oh yeah, the cute women, there was one gal thati feel for right off that bat, shes a bit hard to understand, but i know what shes saying about 99% of the time. game her a tour of the campus with her dad, and she hugged me for it. i wish it were another type of hug, but thats a matter for another time.

the art of drunken boxing and drunken blogging are vastly supioror to anything ive ever done. its fun..

alllrighty! ive got toadmit some shit!!!
ok! here it si! the ultimate secret of mine that ive been keeping from everyone! i mean everyone!something ive been keeping near and dear to my heat for the longest, frathnicing time…. you want to know? are you salivating with anticipation? are you wondering when the fuck ill shut up and come out with it? are you thinking to yourselves “god, i would sure fancy a ham sandwich right now.” the ultimate, super duper, high security, high tech low maintence, mack daddy secret is that i am…. he he he…

A) a father?
B) gay?
C) three ducks in a man suit?
D) an evil twin?
E) married?
F)all of the above?
G) none of the above?

and the answer is… G) none of the above! ha! but i do still have a secret that i havent told anyone, not even blake or bobby whome are my dearest friends, blake especialy. so i wont even hint at it. but i will tatalize you desperatley while your soul screams for eternity to know what it is! MUA HA HA HA HA HA! evil am i, nocturnal am i not, horny i may be, though gay i am not, amip… have no clue do i, yoda, like i am talking, strong, is the force in this one will be. hooker in the redlight district, shall beer goggles live. devils, are the olson twins. drunk and stupid, does make a wookie taste like froddo baggin getting humped by darth vader.

fun stuff… really fun stuff… but seriosly, on a funner note… me vision just blurred, so now the real fun begins by relating every single nonsensical thing in the world to you! the readers of htis blog. and of cou7rse to heena… he he he… ill write something obut her later… which may.. or may not be true! like all things when im innebriated, ill nail anything and everything in a friendly lighted hearted mannered and then proceed to pass out on the floor!

something recently came up, though im not sure if it was a reacurring dream. ive cut off all chats and tlak with sarah… so buger to the world if your not liking it. my blog, your reading it, get used to it. as i was saying, i had this dream a while back when i was 16… and then again at 19… then again at 23… on mondays always… the dreams go al ittle something like this… those with weak stomach… your pretty fucked at this point in time…

ok… ok… ok… it started… it started like like like like this… i was at a spanish port town of la diablo… actualy, there wasnt a sign anywhere but it still was a spanish port… justifying the music that was playing… so im in the spanish port twon, near the beach, and im enjoying the sights and sounds of people andk ids playing in the waters that were startling blue and crystal clear… but they were blue all the same. these two women, one mexican, the other idian, (i shit you not, this has nothing to do with heena or sarah, so just fuck off that subject. please?) the mexican gal was wearing a blue sirt and a white dress with a black zig zag pattern. the indian gal, wearing a grey jacket with fur lining the collar, looked a bit like a racoon. she was also wearing a dress, this one navy blue with red spots on it. they come up to me and kiss me full on the mouth, which, im not to obliging to reject. at all.

so we walk a little ways, i talk, they laugh, life is good. we then arrive at a cave, we go into it and again, there sparkling water, waterfalls from varios points in the caverns, and heena falls down a well, lol, kidding, like i said, this has nothing to do with her or sarah at all. so were in this cave and the two kiss me again. im having fun at this point. then a blonde woman with short curly hair in a white dress walks up to us and joins the party, she and the other two kiss me yet again. im having fun. we walk out of the caverns and me and the blonde say our laters to the mexican and the indian gal.. who was really friggin hot. but i digress, me and… shit, lets just call her trixy… me and trixy, go to a theatre.

and we make sweet sweet love right there and then… lol, had you going for a minute didnt i? well it didnt happen, the place was packed and we get seats on the right near the aisle way and two rows from the stage, while everyones getting settled, i go take a walk. the play itself wasnt anything special, it was a scare crow and mummy getting into a fight. and that was about it.

so im walkign backstage and i hear two people talking about something “everything is set up just right sir.” thats all i hear of the talks, i then pass a tall fat dude that was balding and had a badly combed comb over that was dyed purlped and orange. why? beats the fuck out of me… thats what i saw.. i exit back stage, cut across the stage, no one notices a thing, primarily because the damned place is nearly empty….thats all i remember for now…

sex with cheerleaders! all of them! but in the middle of it all, your condom rips with out you knowing it. and suddenly, your a palygamist. with seventy wives… who are hot. and five hundred children. but the sex would rock. because, because there cheerleaders! and there horny all the time! YESH! THAT WOULD SO FUCKING ROCK LIKE MIDGETS UNPLUGGING SHIT IN MICROSOFT HQ!!! welcome to another drunk blog! yes! here ill relive all the unimportant shit in the fucking world thats bugging me… just because, a) im drunk. and b0… im drunk. you dig? so lets get this shit over with!

lastn ight, i dreamt i had sex with a femal stretch armstrong doll. it was fucking weird as fucking hell. mainly because afteri ate her out she shrunk to the size of a knickel and i was pretty much screwed from there on out. with out realizeing it, i gave up the persuit of happiness and suddenly dreamt i was jacking up jay lenos chicn. because it scared the fuck outa me.

ok.. lets get some pressing stuff outa the way first shallwe? first up is kim… god i miss her. i miss her so badly… though she scared the fuck out of me, caused me to have a seizure and hyperventalate myself to death, and nearly had me thrown out of the colledge from a stuid misunderstanding. and yet… i want to see her again. its weird how that all happens doesnt it? onem inute your in love with a fucking hot assed woman, the next, her friends are cock blocking ya… just because you didnt speak up about yer feeling for her… and thatsn ot the worst part… the worst part about it.. is that the only other chance you get with her to talk to her, you walk right past her with out so much as a fucking word! WHAT THE FUCK IS MY GODDAMNED PROBLEM!!!

in other news, the lesbians… well… so what about them.. im tired of ranting and raving about them. its getting too tiring to rant about someone thats your friend and then try to have to balls to say “i like you!” but you do anyways. god this beers kicking my ass. LONG LIVE OCTERBERFEST!

stories…. need to finish up loading debate of factions, then try to get somewhere with the next segment of it. havent worked on it in a good fucking while. and i dont know where to take it from its current poitn. thats because ive taking bold new steps into making novelizing forums a new genre!  im bold, im brash, and im fucking polite… so fuck off. lol.

mean while, im signed up on a shite load of stupid personal sites where only one womans emailing me. hey, life happens right. all i know is that im fucking horny at night. yep… now you frigging know that im plastered by the amount of f bombs i drop. and just in case some people are fucking offended by the word “fuck.” heres a little something for you tree hugging polite rules living, soft beer drinking sobs. lol, this is going to be fucking hilerios.

you fucking fuckers of cucksville. because the fucking world is fucking changing, gays and lesbians are getting married, were going to either have a black man or a white woman as president. im hoping black man. cause im sick of the white presidents fucking up. im looking at fuckng you buch… bush. and buchanan. and cheney. oh yeah, the fuck storm. fucking fuckering fucks.fucking fuckers

fucking fuckersfuckfufucking fuckerscking fuckersing fuckersfucking fuckersfucking fuckers.

you happy? i feel better. fuck! give it up for freedom of speech on the web! because the global warming guy started it up!

Ha! Frathnicing computer! Beat you again this time! I’m still drunk as hell and I’ll write anything I damn well please, save it and post it on myspace you illiterate bastard! You think your smarter then me? Well guess what you son of a bit? I’m smarter then you!

So anyways, like I was saying, there’s something and was something that I was writing that gives me a hand cramp every time I do, but the main subjects upon which I touched inappropriate were these:

1. Carmen.

2. Her boyfriend is frigging cool, far as I can tell anyways.

3. Sarah.

4. Heena, as usual.

5. Life, the universe and everything.

6. Stupid memories and about a time when zombies roamed the earth.

7. This stupid computer.

8. Forums.

And everything else that made me wonder: what the Frathnic I was on while writing this damn this damned thing? Of course, I could be just paranoid, delusional, and utterly incompliant. That’s not the case so on with the show!!! I’m getting another beer! Ok that was fun while it lasted…what the hell was I doing again? Oh right, writing about whatever the hell I needed to, to get rid of this damned headache. I feel a certain sense of liberty here as I can write what ever the hell I want to, like Ed’s a Frathnicing moron who should be shot in the… well, you get the picture. I didn’t know he had one to begin with. That Frathnicing son of a Ghulk; I love em… but I’m annoyed to Frathnic with him… who the hell does he think he is trying to cast other people in my role! Oh well, whatever happens happened for a reason and I won’t get in the way of it.

My minds completely buzzing from the combination of beer and coffee; Speaking of which, I think I’ll go get some right now. Sex! Well, that was fun while it lasted. Now what the Frathnic was I doing? Oh yeah, writing about was ever the Frathnic I’m doing at the moment; which would be writing a drunk as hell blog about anything that comes to mind. As though it doesn’t really seem like anything could pop into my mind if in fact I was so…. sorry, needed to add a couple of periods to even everything out.

Ms. Kelly… Carmen, Carmen, Carmen, Carmen, Carmen, Carmen, Carmen, Carmen… great I’m in a loop of Carmen’s…. lol. I’m funny. Most of the time. Heena… Heena, Henna… henna! Tattoos! Yes! Alex! God she’s freaking hot! I wonder how young or old is she? Judging by the looks of her id say at least around 25? Some where around there; Of course I’d pin her at around 29 or 30 to be honest; what about Carmen? I have no idea, having seen the little munchkin around in a while. She’s probably doing her own thing. Which is a good thing since people who spend most of there lives doing the same things over and over and over again often have psychotic break downs in which the mind…. there we are with the periods again… temporarily loses control of the body, the id takes over and then all hell breaks loose as Dick Cheney invites you out for dinner. Hey this is actually kind of fun!

More or less to a point is the fact that in my experience, hold on, need some more mind releasing agents so I can think a bit clearly… lovely little bugger they are. More to the point is the fact that even though were only perceiving some 10% of what we could actually be perceive such philosophical questions in the matrix. Are we actually really seeing, what were seeing? Or is it merely a slight in fraction of what could be? This is also asking the question of what reality really is. Whether it’s something in oculus or something brilliant. Whether or not were actually in bed with a bunch of hot nude ladies getting our freak on or actually in front of the computer wondering where the hell our lives are going. Or the perceptions that were doing right now. Or me in fact.

Onto friendlier subjects then wondering what the hell is going on. Speech communications! I need to work on my commitment skills! I’m sorry, I mean communications skills! For to achieve that which is attainable we must first under go a series of transformations, although I’m not entirely sure what the Frathnic was meant by that at the time of saying it. Good man! Good, good man! Frathnic! Frathnic! Nyerg! What the Frathnic do all of these things mean! I have no Frathnicing clue! But lets keep going on the trial were going to! YEE HAW!!!!!!

Drunken giant robots are brawling through the streets of la, trying to figure out what the Frathnic is exactly going on through out the entire universe! And you want to know my answer? Anything that we want them to; actually… to tell the truth, this entry was first written on note pad… because my computer is evil! It won’t let me write intelligent blogs! Since all I seem to do is whine and completing and bitch and moan and wondering about (censored for content) … ok, that was just wrong, but let me clarify! I’m am Frathnicing drunk! So its honesty you’ll be getting from me, so Frathnic off all of you!

here’s the buzz I need. Ok here we go! Well, last night… technically this morning … was or is… the first time I was officially drunk! I know that’s not something to be proud of; but I assure you all that I was safe and snug in my little corner of the world… otherwise known as a guest room. I also tried writing another drunk blog last night. Which was going very well until I hit upon the subject of bobby… then all hell broke loose and my computer subsequently DENIED me; which to be honest wasn’t really anything special. Since it was being a total bitch and what not.

In other unknown news, and people that know me are going to find this rather entertaining, and at the same time, rather annoying as well. Or maybe they won’t. It’s all a matter of perspective as far as I’m concerned. It seems that I have discovered why I get so … passionate during the summer, it seems that built up forces of “oh my god that woman’s so freaking hot I would Frathnic her in a heartbeat.” and “what the Frathnic am I doing here on the computer?” seems to overload causing mass hysteria and a symptom known as “I fall for women that are out of my reach and there’s nothing I do about it except fall for female friend’s with troubled pasts.” that being said, I’m also feeling the effects of my drunken yammering.

Though last night did have its advantages, I hope to expect something rich to develop. If in fact, I’ve got something to say to one of my friends that are named Sarah… and I have more the one friend named that as well, so your pretty screwed on trying to figure out whom it is. And that thing is:

I love you.

See? Now those thirty some… actually morel ike three hundred some odd women who are named Sarah, are going to fry there minds trying to figure out who I’m talking to… because I know they talk to each other! Mua ha! Ha! Ha! I’m so evil.

Now onto other matter of stupidity and importance; I’ve recently begun writing a sequel to Sarah Di Le Sogno Dinastia: Divertente Di Le Amuleto. It’s called Infinito Sentiero Di Serratura Di Le Trama something… I can’t remember it off the top of my head. But so far it’s getting off to a good start. As soon as I finish editing it, I’m submitting it to get published. Speaking of which, I’m signed up with Triond, so suck it! I’m already plan on submitting an insane amount of stuff that I’ve worked on in the past, except for the D.S. that’s me and Blake’s baby is baby. It is be our big break, so it’s always good.

I’ve already begun the process of knocking out that ever-expanding book of songs I’ve written thus far. Though one thing I haven’t tried to do is write a drunken song. Might be interesting to say the least. Well, I’m out of here for now my friends and peeps which explode in the microwave.

Ok… how do I start this one off huh? I figure that blogs my best way to get material for the book I’m making called “Myspace Blogs, subject: what the f**k!” I figure that as long as there is idiotic things to say and or write, ill write and say them… half the time. To be quite honest here I’ll give you all the low down on what’s been going up and down with me.

Romance? Up…no wait…yeah up.
Sex? Um…zip. How’s that for an answer?
Education? Up… for the most part.
Friends? Up.
Girlfriend? Still zip.

I need a beer. Much better. I can relax a little bit now and unleash hell upon the very blog I set out to protect. Damn I’m sexy. This second little freak out has to me thinking more about a lot of things, trying to find the shortest and less drama filled ways to get to the bottom of it all. Times running out and in some cases ran out, for a lot of things to take place. Frathnic, ye Martyrs!

Don’t get me wrong here; I am over (name with held). She just scares the crap out of me that’s all, if I get with in two feet of her. That’s all. To tell the truth? So what? She’s there, I’m there, and as long as we don’t bump into each other randomly I’m ok. I love you too… Go, Speed racer, go. Vehemently. That is a very fun word to write. Say it with me. Vehemently.

There are certain things, which we as humans cannot over come. Or we can, since according to Michael Jordan, the possibilities are endless. Or in the words of the late James Brown, “Time to get down with your bad self!” of course this would in turn hurt a lot of people who would probably bang there heads against the desk trying to get down. Thank you, godfather of soul.

I’m feeling like chicken tonight. And I’ve just finished half a beer. So things should get a lot more interesting in the next five minutes. I am 22 years old; Single, a virgin; Yes that’s right, a virgin; Not a Virginian. All though, not many people are virgins in Virginia; Which is, to say the least, very disappointing to all the California college guys and gals who want to get them freaks on. Which by coincidence, if you’re a woman, and your name is Virginia, and you’re not a virgin, but have had virgins inside you before. Then you’re not a virgin after all. That would make you a Florida… or at the very least a son of a Ghulk.

Is it wrong to want to kiss a lesbian? It means nothing, just a random thought from my half drunk mind. Or is it? Nope. It isn’t. But it could be. But it couldn’t. To be more precise about the inquiring of logic, Lets talk about waffles! Why: Because a pirate took my breakfast.

Bottoms up! Now… I’m drunk. So I’m going to try to write a blog about things. Need more beer. Need to free my mind of any blocking pathways to the true thoughts of this man named Morgan. Quite the poet, aren’t I? Much friggin’ better.

Ok first things first since everyone knows about the damned Carmen situation I’ll not go there. But, I will talk about it because… Because it’s just there, I’m over the stupid person, well she’s not stupid but she’s just out and about, totally out there and free to do her own damned thing. I’m not complaining or anything, its more or less to the point of idiocy that I’m writing about her. But I’m drunk at the moment so who gives a Frathnic right?

At the moment I’m in talks with a Kate Lawrence, a girl of I hope nineteen that’s fairly attractive. At the moment I am having thoughts of almost anything that is entertaining at the moment. Like writing some more D.S. while I’m drunk. Should be fun. Blake I am in the writing mood. Which is fun when you think of it…but why would midgets WANTS to rule the world? It’d be like saying “you’ll never escape the short arm of the law!!! Unless of course you run really, really fast… then … were pretty much screwed. But still! You’ll never escape the short arms of the law!” you know what? Now that I’m drunk…sort of. I can pretty much write what ever I wanted too and not be afraid of any setbacks. Though I won’t reveal that Sarah… s… another Sara that I know. Like’s girls as well as guys… though that should be fun in ye old porno land. Not you Sarah, a different Sara. She revealed to me something interesting. Not quite sure what it is yet.

In other news, I’m starting to get the big picture of why things are the way they are. It’s not as interesting as say, Spiderman on fire with the green goblins poking out his nose. But its still interesting to say the least, everything has a place in the world, we just choose to move that place. Now where the Frathnic was I? Oh right… this… Carmen Kelly woman… person… place… thing… she is hot… I’ll admit that, she is one tough cookie as well. A little on the burned side, but, still kind of taste like nuts. I’m hungry… can you tell? Anyway, I’m not obsessed with her… anymore. I was, and then I tried to kill myself over that fact. Didn’t work out as I planned. When I got over her, then I was like. “Whoa! Dude! That so frathnicing awesome I cant believe it! But then again, why would people believe something they don’t see everyday. It’s like saying.”

What was I saying? Things. Anyways, the auditory process just going haywire and random things coming out like a firecracker going off in the middle of July? Oh hello goliath, your so adorable. More beer for the asshole in me! Nice! Now I am quite drunk, while I do have this nifty thrifty thing of Gatorade (is it in you? because if it is… you need to go to the hospital. yeah, eating plastic is never a good thing.) where was I? Oh yeah… The Dorikame Saga.

The D.S. has always been, and always will be, my number one priority. With Blake doing the editing. Which he keeps going over and over the first one? Frathnic to that… it’s just a little too much for me you know? Just when I think things are starting to look up in the D.S. everything kind of falls to shit. Well, not everything, I love the series don’t get me wrong, it’s just I want Blake to finish up with the series… like now! Now is a good time. To finish up with the editing for the first book in the series; and move on to the second. A couple of run through with everything should be fine but still. You never know when things are going to go up in smoke for some reason.

Which I hope never happens to the D.S., it’s our baby. It started from just a simple bio of Enigmatt and Demeonte Dorikame who cryo ballooned the Joklan just kind of minding his own business and everything to nearly three of ten books written, 21 races, 12 alphabets, more drawing then you could imagine Well I’ve got some ideas for the series that might spice things up as well as the video game. Which will be Frathnicing bitching!

As for me not getting laid yet? So what… mesh, it’ll happen when its going to happen. Sex is sex, just another form of procreation where the females are searching for the male with the best immune system. And that is what is called love my friends. Love is nothing more then the systematic desensitization for the perfect immune system. Which means I’m in high demand right now if I could ever get my act together. I want to have it, I need to have it, and my future depends on it. I haven’t thought about it that much. But ever since I hit the ripe old age of 22… god damned, I’ve been thinking of boning every piece of hot ass that I see. Including Sara and Heena. But then shit happened and those thoughts were banished forever more.

Why the hell am I so… so…tired? Oh yeah. I’m drunk. Which means my thoughts are a little bit more free then usual. Though I’m wondering something. If I post this as public, will people hate me for it? More beer! All right! Two beers downed! Whoopee! I feel like chicken tonight. No, I really do, have you ever wondered what that stuff does to you? They got all these chemicals and what not in it and you’re thinking to yourself… nice I can type without looking at the keyboard ok so not really. All right now, I am officially drunk when I’m writing about random shit that doesn’t coincide with the fact that I am totally drunk. Of course this could also be the most embarrassing thing I’ve written since I first logged onto myspace in which this will be the biggest thing I’ve written since I have logged onto myspace.

Well this is always a fun little ditty. I can write a hell of a lot more when I’m drunk then when I’m sober. I think I’ll become a drunkard and write me some novels. I really think I will.

Well, this is now the point in time where I stop writing because my hands are hurting and I’m tired of writing. But then again, what the hell will that prove? The time is now 12:29 pm., which means I have been writing for the better part of an hour. I’m actually proud of this fact. It means I can just write and write and write and write… and never get tired. But I am tired. Because I’m somewhat drunk.

Yes were getting to the main part of the blog now aren’t we my little people. Sara… the other one… not the one that’s reading this wondering what the hell am I doing drinking and writing blogs… because I’m damned sexy… well not always. Yet I always feel something…I think its called… horny. When I’m this free. Anyways, the other Sara… (Censored for content). Well that’s certainly the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever written.

Maybe I won’t delete. Though why the hell would I want to? Frathnic…I want to Frathnic… I want to Frathnic…but its not going to happen anytime soon. Only with a hooker may it happen. And even then they’ll (censored for content). Which is really fun. Or so I’ve heard.

The only real point of living is this: to Frathnic. That’s it; none of this moronic political crap; love doesn’t exist. Or it might and I might not know it. In fact, it may just seem like everything’s just kind of random. Now my hands are hurting really badly from all this typing. I might fall asleep here in a second. Or not. Which is why I have Gatorade. This drink that fills you up and never lets you down, Most of the time.

God damn it. I think I might still feel something for her… though why the Frathnic should I? She wants nothing to do with me. L.O.L… I’m just a poor sap with no D.L., and passion for the absurd. Speaking of which… do you think Freud ever got laid? It’s hard to imagine an old dude like him getting it on with the ladies. Really… you ever think about that?

Well here’s a weird as hell dream I had last night…it was something more of the nightmare persuasion… but it was still funnier then Frathnic anyways. Here we go, because I just cracked open a red stripe and it feels good! So far…

I was in an office like thingy… oh screw it. I was in the A.S.B office, just surfing the web, writing an article for the local college paper when Armando appears out of no where, or was it Carmen? I can’t remember. And no I’m not obsessed. I’m just writing what I remember. Anyways, I think I was writing a paper on what I knew about her. But she was there just kinda floating around. So I asked her “What’s going on?” and she didn’t really say anything… so I’m like “ok.” So then I go back to writing, THEN Armando shows up, asking a bunch of questions, like “What’s the paper on? How’s everything going? Do you realize your scaring the crap out of the tall midget next to you?” I answered “yes, yes, and no.” although it didn’t really answer any of his questions, I was more then happy to divulge some of the more interesting aspects of everything in the universe.

And that is when shit got freaky.

First off, a hole opened up in the Frathnicing thing and a giant hand popped out and smacked in the face and then disappeared. And there’s Carmen who is just sitting there like some freaky little devil doll with a twisted little smile. Needless to say, I got sick of that and turned her butt into a muffin. Upon which the local geese patrol decided to munch on muffin butt for a while, although her legs fell off and ran off by them selves. And then she promptly disappeared.

Next was the fact that I suddenly remembered a lot of things I wasn’t able to previously. Red stripe is a good thing at 11:04 in the morning. Anyways, shit got really freaky at this point in time. An old flame of mine, Candice Mitchell… well wasn’t really a flame, more like a lit candle that got blown out before the wick was lit. Anyways, she took Carmen’s place. I was kinda weirder out by that particular fact. Eh go figure. But I was almost done with the paper and she decided to unplug the damned thing. And I was like “HEY! WTF DID YOU DO THAT FOR?” and she was like “Well, you aren’t supposed to finish it.” “What?” she said I wasn’t supposed to finish the paper or else some serious shit would go down in the waking world. Whatever the Frathnic that meant. I’m slightly buzzed at the moment. That’s when I woke up, decided to get drunk and write this thing.

Here’s something to think about. I want to talk to Carmen… yeah… that’s going to be a barrel of laughs right there. Me? Talk to her? Why should I have any reason to? Oh well, its not important to me anymore. After every thing’s taken care of and done, I will be out of here. Yes I know mom can read my blogs… whatever, not like it’s going to change how I write. Speaking of which, I’m going to go off and speak a little on the matter. She’s been getting on my nerves a little. Not much, just enough for me to go “Oh, she’s getting on my nerves.” and that’s about it. I love her, she’s my mom on all… but… I’m kinda getting a bit tired of everything that’s going on… hmm… just the beer talking I guess.

Anyways, lets see what else I can conjure up here. Heena… well… she’s freaking adorable. I bet she could fit in my gig-bag… I wonder. L.O.L, sorry bout that, just a random thought, ended up being more like a black and white movie where Snidely ties the gal up and she’s on the rail road tracks. “I’ll save you!” then comes Dudley Do Right and that’s going to be a fun little experience right there. I’m typing with out looking at the keys I’m hitting … this has been a fun little trip for me. Anyways… where the hell was I?

Heena. Right. Well I don’t know much about her other then she’s got a good head on her shoulders, she tolerates me… so I guess that a good thing. Although I can be a little irritating some times. Another thing I know about her is that she’s got a sister, and she is a looker as well. But I rarely see her any more and it’s a bummer to say the least. Kinda liked Poona. But chances are she’s taken, or would rather be friends then anything else. Ok heartbreak city here I come! Yee haw!

Well, what else can I write about, my little mini series, “Sarah Di Le Sogno Dinastia: Divertente Di Le Amuleto” is coming to a closer soon. Going to end it at part ten, and then I’ll transfer it to word, fix that bad boy up and do something with it. It’s up to around five pages right now. So that’s going to be something to look forward to.

Sarah… well lets see here. What’s new with her? Well, were friends and even in this slightly inebriated state of mine, I still won’t reveal something personal she told me. Why? Because I just don’t want to. She is hot though I will admit that. Though the more I think about it, I can’t really say I see myself with her… which is why were friends. Because anymore would screw that up and shit would get awkward really fast. Besides, I’m a man of my word and I always keep my end of an agreement. Most of the time.

I saw two women kiss a while back…. or it might’ve been yesterday, I can’t remember. But it was an interesting site to see. Didn’t really move me too much other then the usual, “oh snap, two gals kissing. Whatever.” but then again, I’ve seen Zingy and his boyfriend kissing… so its not really that much different. Except for the slight feeling of W.T.F from time to time. But you learn something new everyday.

As for myself? Well…. ho hum. My days are pretty much the same. Get up, get ready, grab lunch and get out the door. Walk to the college, get honked at a couple of times, by passing drivers, get to the college, scarf something down, wander around for a bit till class starts, go to class. Get out of class, go to the A.S.B office, hang out there for a couple of minutes in stupefying silence and do my thing. Sometimes log on to myspace and see what’s going on there. Go to another class, and then another, depending on the day. Get out of class; hang out with a friend to wait for her dad to pick her up. Then walk home in a slightly good mood till I get home. Because that’s where the fun really starts.

And that the whole point today, you have fun no matter what’s going on. You cant go around all day feeling sorry for yourself because some watery tart a couple years back freaks out about something or other…. and this blogs getting really long. Which is actually a good thing. So what’s the actual amount of useful information you’ll get out me today? Well I still have a sixth of red stripe left in the bottle. So it could be really interesting to say the least.

As for the army and everything? Still doing it. I’m not going to get cold feet on this one, hell no. I refuse to stay somewhere where I’ll eventually in the long run go insane from the stress. Or get so totally depressed that I’ll end up offing myself. Although its not that bad to tell the truth. Just on the days where I have a really awesome day and I’m feeling grand at the college, and I also happen to have a really good supply of chocolate on hand to keep my ass happy and the rest of me slightly chipper. But not too chipper.

On the more confusing note, I think I still might like the little dream mare. No. Yes… only as friends though… or not… who the Frathnic knows in this day and age, I think that’s another reason I want to get out of here so badly, to get away room the Frathnicing heart break I have every single time I see her. Although its more or less funnier then hell.

Well, I’ve started to sing again, and I’m doing a really good job of it too. I’m jamming with Zech, a friend of mine I met a while back. He’s in a band and its all fine! Well I can’t think of anything else to write at the moment so I’ll end it here, talk to you later!

Yo. I fond my old camcorder, and you know what that means? Absolutely nothing. Well it means something to me. Now you made me cry, damn you! Anyway, before the buzz takes hold of me and sets me ablaze with the damnable remarks of Edgar Allan Poe. “Quote the raven never more.” Frathnic too late. Now what am I typing.

I don’t know what the hell is going on anymore, I really don’t, it’s like every couple days I’m getting a beer. So what does that mean? Absolutely nothing, it means you’ll all get to enjoy these lovely little things all the more while laughing your asses off, falling off your chairs next to a conveniently places stair case, fall down, die, come back to life and sue me for writing this.

But enough about the weather, lets check in with the romance department. Yes… romance. Why romance? Because I feel like it, Frathnic, let’s talk about the one thing that never seems to come up, my penal function recurring nightmares about Vieira… never mind, moving on! Frathnic Carmen, I don’t feel nothing for her anymore, like I said before, its through with, I’m done with trying to befriend the un-befriend able, I wish her luck in what ever she does and whatnot. Sarah? Hmm.that’s a tough one right there, I like her, but as for beyond friendship? The jury still out on that one folks, Carla? Harm… Frathnic… harm…. eh… she‘s cool, she short, and I could probably carry her on my back if I wanted to, so that’s not a problem.

Its time I be honest here folks, not that I haven’t been already, its just that a lot of things have recently popped up in my dreams which are both unexplainably and closely related to that night I got drunk off my ass, wrote something in genius that would solve the worlds food shortage and make millions of dollars, and proceeded to throw it into the fireplace and sing out loud “burn baby burn.” needless to say I’m having a good day so far.

My drivers license…well what about it? I need it and a California id to get around, and also, to pose nude for life art classes and photo shoots. Although the site of my (expletive deleted) is enough to make any person say W.T.F and try to examine it closer, I’m afraid it would jump up and say “Hi.” yes its that talented. Can you tell this is a drunken blog yet? Although I am comfortable with my body and that’s a good thing. Cause I’m sexy damn it! Damn you Lionel Ritchie!

In other related topics I’ve recently developed a pain in my right leg, from the hip down to my ankle, and mainly it’s at the joints. I don’t mind that so much anymore, but it’s going to make walking around a bitch. And running is way the Frathnic out of the question.

As stated numerous times, I plan to run for the A.S.B presidential position although much of my platform will remain the same, there will be a slight few changes. What changes there are I’m not saying. I don’t want to tell you, because I don’t know yet. Steven Colbert Frathnicing rocks! YEAH BOY!

What should I smack around next? The red stripe I sucked down primarily before writing this blog. Although the bottle is next to me, I’m feeling incredibly liberated, like I can talk about anything my twisted little drunk heart desires. I like porn, and cheese. Although I haven’t seen much of either lately, because…. I’m a busy guy with very complex issues to deal with, more then that. Decided ‘what the hell I should wear for the day’, it’s just that a lot of the time I don’t really know what to wear. Someday I’ll just slide around the house in nothing but my sock singing metal songs, while neighbors react in aw and horror. But only on special days.

Carmen, that two horned, free for all, loving, friendly as hell, lovable little teddy bear… where the hell was I and why am I talking about her again? Now I’m getting tired and sleepy all at the same time.

WELLP, ITS THAT TIME AGAIN, FOR ALL THE THINGS RIPPING AT ME TO COME FLYING OUT AT TOP SPEED LIKE A MIDGET ON STILTS AND CRACK…GOTTA LOVE THE LITTLE BUGGERS…. oh…oops…had the caps on for a while. No matter I wasn’t yelling anyways…. well in the diary blog, I basically ripped a former interest a new one because of something or other she said and I’m over that little bugger, I’ve had a beer, so things are a little trippy at the moment, if you get me meaning…. great… I’m Irish and I can’t hold my liquor…what next?

Well, might as well get on with this thing and find out, once and for all, what’s bugging me. Well, nothing at the moment, its more or less, the same stuff that’s been eating at me for the past couple of days, you know, love, hate, oblivion, snack cakes, hostess…ummm…food.

Anyway…lets see ere. Carmen. What about her? Only so long I can write about her before it gets a bit stale and then it loses flavor, so ill not go there. Sarah…ummm…whoop…. boy. Well, other then the fact that she’s probably the most adorable woman i’ve met, liked admitted I liked, and become friends with, things are ok with me and her, and I couldn’t ask for a better friend then her and her brother. Matt.mike…Mattel. No.its mike. Yeah definitely mike. Mike…. Koenig…. hmm, lets explore that little dude for a moment here….

Well…my first impression was that he step out of a men’s clothing catalogue and that he was a little bit snobby at the time meeting him, but over time i’ve learned a great dead from him and on more then one occasion his bounty of knowledge has pretty much been my saving grace. One little tidbit was that all humans are idiots. In other news, through him I met Sarah, and through Sarah I met Andrew…. and that guys cool to boot as well lets see what I can come up with in my semi drunk stupor.

Andrew, Andrew, Andrew…where to begin. I cant really. I know him well…like that he’s a student at the college, he’s connected to TV stars, has an awesome last name which I cant remember at the moment and has been friends with mike and Sarah for longer then I have. Other then that, I don’t know much else about him. I hope to get to know him better so that way I can see different aspects of his mind and how it works. Because to be honest, brutally and evilly most heinously honest? Lol had you for a second. What was I talking about?

Anyways, back to where ever these things going…. which is nowhere fast and everywhere slow. I’m playing final fantasy 3, which is four less then seven, and nine less than twelve. And I love every minute of it. You can be a dark knight, you are batman! Dragoon is sweet also.

Frathnicing hell…. nowhere to go? It always ticks me off when I cant think of anything to write because I just go on and on and on and on and on…. about nothing in particular. Just like a good seined episode. I still can’t believe there airing reruns of it on TV. That’s some seriosly funny stuff right there. This blog has been rated PG for both humane and somewhat sexually driven pleasure of writing. Oh… I just (censored for content)…. now why the hell did I write that there…. anyways…no I didn’t just (censored for content)…why would I go and do that on the computer? Porn…. oppose…porno pops. A new ice cream bar…. how about that?

One thing that’s really been bugging me is that fact that I can predict things that will happen, or do happen from time to time, and sometimes it happens and other times it doesn’t. Like the fact that I gradually falling asleep while writing this and still managing to hit the keys in the correct manner. Typing without sight. Now blind people can type as well with some effort.

Well I’m running out of things to write about against…oh wait found something else. Tracy got a new hairstyle and I noticed it… it suits her, not too much volume, right amount of curl, and just enough bounce to it. How ever, this other gal I saw while I was going down the stairs had hair that had looked like it had been through hell. Mainly the whole seventies look how big I can get my hair to be look. Not exactly fun to look at. But it does give me something to write about. Plus we made eye contact and it was all-good. She was cute, but she was also the same one I’m not about to talk about. Ever, again.

Hmm.new people I met whilst carousing the campus, angelica, Erica and either Paul or someone else…cant rightly remember, asked Erica if they were going to be doing some biology classes, and knowing full well that they were. Proceeded to try and dust off my flirting skills. Needless to say they need work. Theres something about women that are shoulder heath to me I can never put my finger on. They just drive me wild I guess. However, I must admit that she did have soft hands. Which is a good thing.

youll have to forgive the mystic sounding title, but i figure theres a good enough reason for it altogether. right? well more or less out of boredom i guess. ive been doin some thinking on the subject of love…yeah yeah, still a bit ticked off about last thursday, but im mostly over it. seems to be a little bit of a chink in my armor. more like a raging crack if you ask me. anyways… by this point in time of thep osting if youve been following my blogs for the past couple of weeks, youll know that i love christina, nit in the mmore passionate type love i had for kim, but mostly a friendship and respectful type love.

we had the talk and we agreed to not press it any fursther then it already has. i call bullshit on this, mainly because of my own values…and i have a complicated and tricate set of em, as well as rules that go hand in hand with one another. wierd how it all worked out….but it did!

anyways, love is an interesting topic for me…it really is. youll not find a more passionate person to talk to about love or the act of loving someone so much that youd truly die for them. lol…well, in that sense, im not that guy anymore. id at least like to have some voice in the matter regaurding when i die and by whos hand, lol.

as i was saying before, love is truly an…sob…im repeating myself. what i really want to talk about here is the fact that the asb is so twisted in a knot about whatever the fuck happened way back when, that i cant give my FRIEND a healthy drink to enjoy, with out some sort of internal hemoraging going on about if im giving her the drink because i love her, or if im simply just giving her something healty to drink because i care for her.

by this point id have thought certain staff members wouldve gotten over the past and moved on. but i guess im mistaken on that front. sad really. it really did hurt quite a bit after i left the colledge campus so i kinda vented alot on my way home. well, not vented, just kinda wished i had actually said something rather then walking out of there in a puff of angery smelling grunts. lol. i have no idea what the hell that last sentence was all about.

but more to the point is this little tid bit. its a bit wrong to tell someone who they can  or cant love. love is an emotion, a wildfire that is only tamed by the water or rain. love can burn out from time to time, but only if raged against forl ong enough a time. i can love right? or rather i should say that since this incident opened my eyes to something not before seen, i should ask permission to love someone. lol. what a luagh riot. asking permission to have feelings for a woman. that completely against my way of thinking.

i do things on a whim, noy by shedule. if im going to bring my friend a drink because i think itll help her out in the long run, im going to do it because im her friend. not some guy trying to jump her bones.

being a male is a weird thing at times. were expected to put forth our brave face and triumph over any danger that threatens our females, but at the same time when that very threat is our females, then we cant hit em because  our society is that messed up. lol. equality for all. not for the hitting thing, just because im for equality. well im tired and slightly less angery ten i was two days ago, so yeah. im guessing tommorows going to be interesting.

shouldve gotten my work book done and my chapter 1 quiz rewritten. lol.

well… im fucking tired. night all, and christina, if your readin this right now…creepy? lol…. fun times… love ya, wouldnt dream of hurting you at all. your friends need to get over whatever fear trip there on. it hurts me to see them paranoid about my feelings for ya. at this point, there purely just there. love is love. no matter how you slice it.

Google’s acquisition of YouTube poses implications and opportunities for those of us working on in-store and out-of-home media networks. To be clear, it is not likely to have much effect on large, homogeneous in-store media networks (like the ones found in nearly every Wal-Mart and Target store) or single-brand merchandising networks (like the kind you see in high-end clothing retailers). Things start to get more interesting, however, in less homogenized environments.

Mall concourse advertising — the longtime domain of AdSpace Networks and others — could be an ideal application. While AdSpace and relative newcomers such as the OnSpot Digital Network (a partnership between Simon Property Group and media conglomerate Publicis Groupe) have focused on some creative ways of expanding and improving the in-mall experience with digital signage, the addition of cheap, plentiful and readily-available content from a massive Google-powered network could go a long way toward improving things even more. Likewise, I’ve noticed a recent trend of putting screens at a seemingly random sampling of local venues in certain towns or regions, in the hopes of selling ads to other local or national vendors. Much like the army of Web sites that run AdSense, these smaller (or at least less consistent) networks also seem to be prime targets for YouTube-sourced content. Envision this scenario:

• Advertisers upload video ads into a new Google Video AdSense service, and tag it with relevant information, like product name, target demographic information, etc. Other content producers upload entertainment content. Once reviewed and approved, it would go into a public Video AdSense ad pool.
• Meanwhile, digital signage network owners configure their screen schedules to include some amount of time for pre-selected content (the venue’s ads and messages, public service announcements, etc.), and another block of time for the AdSense pool.
• At playback time, each screen goes through its playlist as usual. Now here’s where it gets interesting: when selecting an AdSense ad to play, Google supplies a spot based on its algorithm, using the data attached to both the video files and the screens. Depending on how desirable the screen location and audience is, this could initiate a real-time auction to decide which ad gets placed on the screen, with revenues shared between Google and the screen’s owner.
• Similarly, when selecting YouTube content that doesn’t fall into the realm of straight advertising (such as music videos), Google selects content appropriate to the venue and offers it to the network for some nominal cost per play.  The network owner could then decide on the fly (presumably with the help of some software) whether to purchase the content playback rights and show it, or opt for some less expensive or free content. If nothing appropriate or cheap enough is found, the digital signage software could simply fall back to its pre-stored or venue-specific content.

Things get even crazier when you factor in the major licensing deals that both Google and YouTube have been working on for the past several months. With Fox airing episodes on MySpace and CBS signing up with YouTube, it seems that the networks are becoming more comfortable with expanding their content distribution channels. How long before they craft a pricing model where a public venue — perhaps a diner or a hair salon — can purchase episodes of CSI or Survivor to show in the waiting area?

Unfortunately, what’s missing from this model is an appropriate measurement metric that allows for the improvement of content selection. Given the proliferation of digital signage in all kinds of public places, I can envision a significant demand for this kind of offering in the not-too-distant future — especially for the smaller networks. Before that happens, however, there are a number of business, legal and technical issues that need to be worked out.