Last night we had a birthday slash congratulations for staying at JMU party for our good ol pal Danwho. Complete with cake and party hats and a pinata. Crazy fockers we are. HAHAHAHA. Monday night partays, you know how we roll. Check out the pictures that I took below. Yes, they are pretty crappy but hopefully Mike will give me some that he took. So enjoy and I'm back to studying my notes that I drooled all over while sleeping at the library.             |
I thought I would start by making a tribute to one of the greatest
musicians that I have ever come across. This man is to music as Neil
Armstrong is to astronauting and Lance Armstrong is to bicycling. No,
I'm not talking about Louie Armstrong, I am talking about Goldee
Heart. Goldee, or The Messiah as I like to call him, hails from my
hometown of Richmond, Virginia. And to think I was living up until
last month not knowing of his existence and thinking I was actually
experiencing what life is all about. I had his newest CD in my car,
completely unopened and neglected in the back seat. I had gotten the
album for free last summer when I went to Plan 9 and I received a grab
bag of free stuff for sigining up for a jazz email mailing list.
Little do they know, I gave them somebody else's email address.
Somebody else who did not get a grab bag full of goodies containing
the golden egg, Goldee's compositions of musical bliss all condensed
on a 120 mm diameter disk of polycarbonate. You might ask "What is so
great about this Goldee fella?" Perhaps 
In worldly news, the war with Iraq is finally OVER? But where are all
those weapons of mass distraction? I mean destruction. Oh there aren’t any? Who’d have thought it? I guess all Dubya’s strategery was for naught. There’s always the rest of the world to conquer. I don’t see why the U.S. doesn’t just conquer Antarctica. I guarantee no one would ever try to take it away from us seeing as it’s a frozen wasteland and all. It would be a lot easier to take over too, because the only people there are pop-sickled scientists. Dubya could put a tax on skiing and BAM! End of deficit. Speaking of skiing, I almost ran over a turtle today. The little sucker came out of nowhere. I walked around my car to check for cats and rabbits and then, seeing it was clear, got in my car and changed the CD and then ran back in to get a drink and used the bathroom and took out the trash and went
back to my car and four legs and a shell appeared out of thin air. I backed out unbeknownst to the little guy and I saw him once he passed under my car. Don’t worry though, he’s A OK. I threw him across the street and over my neighbors yard into the lake.
Well this is going to be quick because I've got to study some statistics. I've been studying a
lot this week so I haven't been doing much other than that. In case you wonder where I go when I
study, you can find me in the juvenile section of the library downstairs in the basement. I
always sit in the same old seat and same rickety wooden desk unless there's somebody occupying
it. I find myself getting pissed off when I walk down there and somebody is in my seat. They
have just as much of a right to sit at the desk as I do, yet I get upset and sit somewhere else
in the juvi section and all I can think about is how I am not sitting in my normal seat and I get
discouraged and my attempts to study are a failure. However, when I am at my desk, I am in a
state of ecstasy. It's an entirely different realm of utopia... a parallel universe if you will.
Where else can you study at a college at an ancient, uncomfortable wooden desk with Where's
Waldo books just an arm's length away and a scorching furnace that I always manage to also bump
into just the other arm's length away? Oh, and the mutant cockroaches constantly popping out when
I least expect them only adds to the excitement. Now don't go stealing my seat now, ya heard.
What do you get when you combine a bunch of nontalented wannabe actors slash singers and a pile
of shit? California Dreams. I saw two episodes today for the first time in years. I forgot
about that show, and I wish it remained forgotten. It's so horrible that it's addicting and I
have to watch it. The chinese chick got ahold of her father's credit card, and what happens? Of
course she goes out and buys tons of ridiculous shit, like a limosuine to take them to the
Bodacious Beach Bash. And of course she goes over her limit and she's all worried that her dad
is going to kill her. Why is it that every fricking teen sitcom has an episode dedicated to one
of the actresses getting a credit card and going crazy and then it's a big dilemma on how to pay
back the parents. (Yes I said actresses because no guy is ever going to get ahold of his parents'
credit card and go ballistic and go to the mall and buy tons of clothes and limos with that
magical plastic card and think that he never has to pay back his parents... unless he's a spoiled
little bitch and/or a flaming homosexual.) Anyways the chinese chick calls up her dad and he
screams on the phone and tells her that she is coming back to Hong Kong. What kind of father
threatens to send his child halfway around the world just because she spent a thousand dollars on
his credit card? And when she gets off the phone, she tells the gang that she has to go back to
China and they all say "Aww, that's too bad." If someone threatened to move my chinese friend
back home, I would laugh and get on the phone and cuss the old man out. And encourage my chinese
friend to file for legal dependency and sever all ties with his immediate family and all
affiliation with the homeland. That'll show his family not to fuck with my chinese friend. Of
course the dad flies to California from Hong Kong and then determines that she doesn't have to
leave. "Alright, well go unpack your stuff." The chinese chick has a chinese sad face and walks
to her bags and then turns around and says "Wait, did you just say unpack?" And the dad smiles
and says "Yes, you can stay." And she runs and gives him a hug. Gag me. Right now would be the
perfect time to test our nuclear weapons on these pathetic sacks. 
Over this past weekend, the inhabitants of 1145 J (my apartment, dipshit) received a noise
violation from Ashby Crossing. Steve and Piyum had about 20 people over and were having a good
ol' time when the Ashby security guards came up and knocked on the door. They just said to not
have people on the balcony. Everyone came inside and the festivities continued. Then on Monday
a noise violation with a fine of 100 dollars was given to us. Which is total bullshit. No
neighbors complained about the noise. It wasn't that noisy to begin with. There was no incident
report. The new management of Ashby can just give out noise violations whenver they feel like
it. James went and talked to the head lady, and she was a bitch... So James has started an
Anti-Ashby online petition encouraging all Ashby residents to sign the petition against the new
management. If this bullshit continues, we are going to make it our goal in life to encourage
everyone to move out of Ashby, and tell everyone not to ever move here. 
Yeh YEAAAAAAAH. Okay so the site got a facelift, and most of you like it. And I like it too.
HAHAHAHA. I will be continuing to add more stuff now that it's so much more easier to work with.
Leave me commments on what you wanna see me add. OR NOT. HAHAHA.