Ah, Jeez

I'm not ready for my midterm. It shouldn't be too difficult, but having to write for an hour on two subjects I know very little about? I guess I'll be studying in that blaspheming Star Trek "fan" Putman's class. That's the good thing about having general education classes. You don't have to pay attention.

I wish I knew a lot about computers. I wish I could figure out why my internet chooses not to stream videos and music. I don't own a tiny screwdriver to blow out all of the dust from the inside of my PC, but I've shot some compressed air in there to move it about. I had to show ID to buy the dusting stuff. Apparently it's huffable. No, I'm not walking on sunshine. Yet.

The Chicken Bake at Costco sounds tastier than it really is. Melted cheese, chicken and bacon enclosed in a baked bread tube? You wouldn't think you could go wrong there, but you can. Maybe the employees of Costco aren't making it right. The last one I had was alright. I keep getting lured into its spell. Costco's a big store of happiness and free samples.

Over the past couple weeks I've obtained 2GB of new music (new to me, it's been out...except for Metallica's album). I'm having difficulty choosing what to listen to. My hour break from 1-2 usually provides me with a full album listening. My recently purchased CD case that holds 72 CDs just filled up. I don't know what to do. Where am I to put all of my CDs? I have a box full of them, but for music in the truck? I may need another case.

I need a drink. I haven't had one in a while. I've got a bottle of wine, but I haven't had occasion for it. And when I say I need a drink I mean a real drink. I haven't had my Brandy in almost a year. That's disappointing. That'll all change soon.

I don't know why Ted Leo is opening for Against Me. Against Me is a no-talent crap band that somehow made it big. Ted is talent. And again I have to miss the show because I won't be 21. I hate being 20. One month, six days. I'm counting down the hours (till it co-o-o-o-omes).

I've got some good things coming in the mail. But it's a surprise. It's not for me, but it's coming here first. Maybe it's for me. I don't know if I was charged twice. If I was then I'll have it. If not, I won't.

I still can't get enough of this song. I hope they come back soon.

It's still too hot here.

I still have reading to do. Not too much. Just about ten pages. And studying. Muriel Spark isn't as good as Burgess or Beckett. I'm not as interested.

Sometime during the week Big Trouble in Little China will be viewed. And possibly True Lies as well.

Sigh. It's going to be a long night. Maybe a microwaveable dinner will keep me company.

Weather

I hate Southern California weather. It's too damned hot. It's always hot. Even when it's cold, it's hot. I seem to have some ill conceived notion that the weather gradually changes. This leads to wearing jackets on a hot day and shorts on a rainy one. The other day San Diego had cloudy weather featuring moisture. It persisted for a few days and come Monday morning I used my method of forecasting the day's weather of looking outside with an open window and saw clouds and coolness not unlike the previous few days. Not quite jacket-appropriate weather, but close enough. Upon my arrival to school the clouds had cleared and the sun made it's debut, taunting me with its blinding dance of heat-stroke. I need to move away from Southern California. I need a place where I can see the weather and unregrettably wear jackets and not be the only shmoe wearing long pants on a hot day. It's a good thing my Hawaiian Breeze is nearby. You'll never let me down.

A Nix On Bragging

I won't be bragging about the Angels until spring. Oh well. Good luck to you Dodgers fans out there.

Jebus

It's going to be a rough week. A two day midterm wherein I'll write four essay questions over two 50 minute periods on material that I'm not quite well versed on. My new socks are kind of itchy. I need quarters to wash my "warm" laundry. I think I've got the $2.25 to cover it now. I've discovered that my wearing of antiperspirant is bad. I've switched back to deodorant. Apparently the aluminum in the antiperspirant causes bleach-like stains. I was wondering why they were showing up on my clothes when I don't own any bleach. It's a shame that I found this out too late as my two favorite Birdmonster shirts are now ruined (I own six). I'm hoping that the stain remover that I recently purchased will help in that department. My hopes are low. Lots of reading. I think. I'm almost out of coffee. I've got enough for one more day. Tomorrow may see a trip to the market. Milk, pepper, coffee. Remember that. Maybe vegetables too. But if vegetables are acquired meat must be as well. I talked to one of my professors today about stowing away on boxcars. He was surprisingly happy that I'd brought the subject up and seemed to know some people in the boxcar community. They travel on the union railways picking up jobs in industrial towns and such. Sounds interesting. Only problem is they don't bathe. I'm all for beard growing, but smelling of sweat and urine doesn't appeal to me. My professor went dumpster diving over the summer. He said he'd email the boxcar people for me. I'm excited. Adventures await. I ate at the Panda Express today. It wasn't very good. The chow mein was lacking in the flavor department as was the Kung Pao Chicken. The Chicken of the Orange variety was standard. It seems the safe bet at most "Chinese" food joints. Razors. I need razors, too. Don't let me forget. The four blade stuff.

NOTE:
Presidential debate tomorrow at 6 p.m. and one on Thursday as well.

Long Day

Leaving soon, back around 7 p.m. Not taking el laptop-o with me today. Breaks from 1-2 and 3-4 if anyone would like to entertain me for that brief period of time.

Introduction And Such

I suppose that for those of you new here I should fill you in on "Poetry Sunday" as it will more than likely make a famous comeback after two months of inactivity (I think it was two months). What it is is simply my play on those that try to be "artistic" with poetry that rhymes not and is a play on the hipster (and the beat) culture believing anything and everything to hold artistic merit. Really (as you can see) it's just a bunch of nonsensical ramblings and sentences strung together to make absolute crap. I have fun with it and so should you. Now that I'm on Blogger and have the comment ability I'm inviting you all to contribute with your own poems on Poetry Sunday if you so wish. I sort of missed PS and am glad it's being re-instituted.

Anyways, there's not much news on the home front and the daily battles are still the daily battles. I'm glad that school has started as reading, etc. takes up time. When I'm not reading I'm usually watching 80s action or horror movies or writing in the journal or here. I'm falling back into the groove of posting and occupying myself that I had when I started this thing way back in February on Tumblr. But again, I'm glad that school has started as it takes my mind off of the trivial things and keeps the loneliness at bay.

I've got a little extra cash on me this month. I don't know what I'm going to do with it. Save it, hopefully, but there are some things that need to be done. Marionette still needs a little fixing before she's in tip-top shape. Being jobless is a bit frustrating, but it's only for the semester. My folks have promised a little extra funding for the next few months so long as I'm actually working on school-related happenings. I am for the most part, but not having a job means living on microwaveable dinners and cheap sandwiches. It's worth it, I guess. I really have to thank my parents for all that they've done for me. I hope to pay them back once I've started my career. I don't know what day exactly in May I graduate, but it can't come soon enough.

Blasted naps. The problem with naps late in the day is that they ruin your sleep cycle. I'll probably be up for a while longer. Dag yo.

Could It Be?

Poetry Sunday!

Trains

Come on
Ride
The train
Woo Woo

Chug
A-Lug
Click
Clack

I wanted
So bad
to be
A conductor

Little Andy
Spiffy cap
Blow the whistle
Shovel coal

Messican Hater

For my last
Birthday
I went to see
The Exorcist
On
The big screen

And afterwards
She was sitting
Near my car
In the darkness
Mumbling something
And shaking

Happy Burfday

Odd
No spell-check
On "Burfday"
Wait
There it is

To the 9th
To the 13th
Will Smith
Cannot pronounce
The "th" sound

Welcome
To Earf
Happy Burf
Day
Wiki Wild

Too long
Since PS
Last was
Written
More perhaps?

Is this
A return?
Only time
Will tell
More than likely

Gadzooks!

There be some weariness in this soldier.

Trains, Baseball & O, Brother

I've been called many a name in my life, but some of my favorites come from that brother of mine who seems to be progressively slipping into a permanent child-like state. After the Angel game last night (which was a great game even though we lost) my brother had asked me to ride with him in so that he might make use of the carpool lane (which we all know at 11 p.m. isn't congested at all). Not wanting to break the bonds of brotherhood so early in our reconciliation phase, I accepted his offer with the forethought that it would be a difficult ride. Fortunately, I wasn't driving and therefore was exempt from being yelled at for vehicular reasons. The ride started off the way I normally am when I'm in a vehicle. Silent. I like silence, for it is golden. Eh, nevermind. Don't really wanna go there right now. Let's just say that Brother's thoughts for my liking and doing things are for some sort of trendy reason. I say that there's a big difference between the hipster trend and me simply disliking most everything but finding amusement in the simple and the obscure and the people who I consider personal heroes. But one thing I will say, you messed up three times. Not you guys. The brother.

Reasons I had to manejar con my brother? I made use of the Amtrak "Surfliner" railway this time around to save on gas and because it dropped me right at the stadium. The train is a fun way to travel. It's like a bus, but doesn't smell bad and is devoid of raving derelicts. Which is nice if you want to sleep, but are worried a bum may deposit his or her droppings near you or stab you. I imagine it'll be my method of travel when I return to the homeland so as to give Marionette a bit of a rest. She's strong, but I've gotta be gentle with her. I also discovered that if you buy a ticket for an unreserved seat on the Surfliner train you don't actually have to use it for the date purchased. It's good for an entire year after that point, which is nice in case a plan to go home or whatnot is canceled and the ticket was for that particular day. I'm not sure what the deal is with round-trip rides, but I imagine it's the same since it's simply two separate tickets. I just buy one when I leave and one when I come back, so long as there's a kiosk and a station agent I'm fine. Not that any of this really matters or even interests you all, but it's nice for me.

The ball game was (as I mentioned earlier) great. I'm a bit upset that we blew it in the 9th, but the game was intense and a whole lot of fun. My folks scored tickets right near the right-field foul pole and my pa even managed to get a practice ball. I also saw a glimpse of hope for the future while I was there. A regular Joe non-DB with a non-bleethed out Hott. With a ring. Enjoying the game with an absence of PDA. There's a chance for us yet.

The Debate II

Here's the Vice-Presidential debate for those of you who are interested or would like to see it again.

The Debate

I don't know how many of you watched or listened to the debate this evening, but I must say that if either of the Vice Presidential candidates were the ones running for President I might actually vote for one of the major parties. Tonight's debate compared to last Thursday's was performed with a professional quality. The running-mates answered the questions, didn't run over their allotted time and managed to keep it respectful. The debate between Obama and McCain seemed to me a petty squabbling of elementary schoolers. Sigh. We're doomed.

Vice-Presidential Debate

Are you listening/watching?

Tomorrow

I'll be gone tomorrow and the majority of Saturday. For those of you expecting anything out of the blog, I recommend you take a weekend to yourself to unwind and not worry whether or not I'll have a tidbit of nothing for you. I won't have my computer with me tomorrow and I'm uncertain if I'll have time for posting on Saturday. Sunday you'll have something to read, Monday remains my day of limited to no posting day. I hope to have something else for you by the end of the night, but no promises. I'm frustrated with my computer right now as it chooses to not play any music or videos whilst on the internets unless I re-open my browser several times. I'm trying to find a solution to this and I'm hoping that it's simply dust in the computer that can easily be dusted out. Aside from that nuisance I'm still around doing reading for class manana (again, the whole "~" insertion I'm unaware of, but I like pronouncing it without the tilde anyways). If anything is needed, most of you know where to reach me and I'll regularly check my email, etc.

I'm A Bummer

Whatfor

Here I Am, Rock You Like A Hurricane

Not really, I'm just sitting in class with my trusty computer and I honestly don't want to listen to what this "historian" hack has to say. Honestly, who chooses Deep Space Nine? Deeper my foot. All around me are freshmen. Stage-1s on both ends. How many stake a claim towards redemption? How many continue to slip further into degeneracy and their viral infection? The future is unwritten. Twenty-seven minutes left. I plan to write the entire time. Good lord. The unhealthy liberalism spews from this hack's pores. "Unbiased" clips at the beginning of class? No, you took a news clip of Joe Biden's ignorance and contrasted it with a spliced and mashed-up video of Sarah Palin's blundering in her first interview. Commie scum. I actually don't know if this fellow is a commie, but he seems to stink of it. You just wait until all of your rights are taken away and you're waiting in line for stale bread and gruel because the government regulates your actions and your basic needs. Then you'll be praying for the return of capitalism. Nineteen minutes. Girl texting diagonally from me, take your gaze from my pants, for you will not be in them. The weekend will be fun. Friday I ride the rails of freedom to Anaheim to witness the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim tromp their way to Baseball-ular victory in the playoffs. Oh, dear readers, this post is brought to you by the lack of paragraph breaks and penicillin. I'll get you one day, Putman, one day! Solution to prostitution you say? Legalize it! This door to remain open during regular business hours. Ten minutes. Bellamy was an idiot and so are you, Putman. I've got the left one, but the right one seems to be missing. Eight minutes. I'll change your power structure. Seven minutes. Dammit, woman, stop looking at my computer and/or my pants! I don't want a debate in fifteen minutes. Damn right we replaced Davis with Schwarzenegger. If the amendment stating foreigners can't run for president is repealed, I'm voting Schwarzenegger for president. Five minutes. I wish it were the Roaring 20s. I wish I knew Teddy Roosevelt. I wish I knew Jeff Goldblum. I wish Putman would shut up. Three minutes. Time to sign off if I want to get the hell out of here by 50. Stop looking at my pants.