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Long, long, long, long time.... No Blog.

2011-03-05T02:40:00.003-06:00

It's been years since my last blog. The original inspiration for my creating this blog, Megan, has been taken from this earth. After literally 2 years of attempting to regain access to this account, I found a notebook containing the login and password. I am grateful and truly lucky. I am blessed to have survived to post this.

Taco Bell

2007-03-20T07:06:00.000-05:00

So I stopped at Taco Bell tonight during my lunchbreak and ordered an assortment of burritos from the value menu as I usually do. As I was diving in to my second or maybe third burrito I picked up a sauce and was just about to open it when I was struck with a serious moral dillemna. "I'm mildly retarded" was written on the front of the packet, only retarded was spelled with three r's... and they were all backwards... and somehow a 'w' had been snuck in the word as well. Somehow I just didn't have the heart to open that little packet up. On my way out of the dining room I tossed the packet back in with the other unopened packets and I thought to myself, "Man that little packet is destined for a lifelong career in the fast food industry."

A random thought...

2007-03-11T11:32:00.000-05:00

If your best friend is anenome you should probably get off the reefer...

Excerpts from Notebooks

2007-01-03T07:49:00.000-06:00

The whole format of this blog is a little weird so, in keeping with the weirdness theme, I present to you my beloved person who cares... Excerpts from my Notebooks/Hard Drives!

This is a little journal entry type thing I wrote when I was feeling a little emo on Thanksgiving... it sums up, for the most part, how I feel about women and responsibility. It's tenative title is...
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"I'm Sorry"

“Take good care of her.” That’s the last thing he said to me before I left, actually before he left… What I’m trying to say is that’s the last thing he said to me before he died… “Take good care of her.”

“I promise I will”. My response… the last thing I said before I left, the last words we exchanged before he died just a few weeks later. Now, nearly 4 years later, I still remember… of course I remember, I made a promise, and just like every other promise that I’ve ever made I intended to keep it. It was almost as if he knew that his days were numbered and he had to fast forward to the wedding vows that would have been much farther into the future than his remaining days would allow him to see. In lieu of “I do” I said “I promise I will” and I meant it.

Now I remember a dying man’s wish, a promise that I made to a good man, standing at his grave at 1 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning. I haven’t seen “her” for almost a year now, we’ve been split up for over 2 years, she has been living her new life long enough now that it would seem I am nothing but a distant memory. With enough beer, she becomes a distant memory to me too. But I’ll never forget that I promised I would take care of her and now I can’t, she’s gone, she’s a big enough girl now to make her own decisions and she decided to leave. So instead of letting myself die right along with my memory in her mind, I drove to his grave, and with the same raw, genuine emotion that spilled over from my heart when I first promised I would take care of her I said, “I’m sorry, I have to move on.” I had to apologize, not because I don’t love her anymore, Lord knows if she would have made the same promise to him we’d probably be married by now, I apologized because I have too much love left inside of me and I must move on to share it with a woman that will return my promise. “I’m sorry.”
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... I'm not gonna lie, I think I may have been on another emo tangent with this one... maybe drunk too, judging by the handwriting? I don't know... It's written in rhyme form as kind of an ode to the couple of summer romances that have left my little heart shattered on the floor through the years... This is a really rough copy, maybe I'll fix it up a little bit and repost it later...
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"Jenna's Poem"

I remember the look in your eyes
As we laid in the grass on that cool summer night
Laughing innocently as we gazed into the starry night skies
Forgetting the world, just you and me, as I held you tight

I remember driving for hours just to keep you by my side,
Watching the sun rise over gravel roads and rolling hills,
And I remember thinking that you'd make a fine bride,
If I only could have found a way to make time stand still

I remember the summers end, the time we both knew was coming
Autumn briskly falling upon us, you were due back at school
The summer is always too short for children and loving
And through loving learning that fate can be cruel

I remember the look in your eyes when it came time to leave,
I sat, broken-hearted and helpless, desperately wishing you'd stay,
And after we said our goodbyes, I stood all alone in disbelief,
A tear slipped down my cheek, passed where your lips had kissed before you walked away

I drove with you for miles to that campus and then alone I drove home
I think we both knew as we left, somehow leaving means gone
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...hopefully someone finds this mildly entertaining and/or intriguing... or has appropriate psychological training to interpret it... j/k... I am not a writer, I pretty much do this just to get my thoughts, etc out there.

Random Thoughts/Etc MAY - DEC 2006

2006-12-19T02:14:00.000-06:00

taken from my Facebook messages to other people...
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Donkey: Do you have a 9?
Fish: Go Fish!
Donkey: Damn... (draws card) DAMN!
Fish: Do you have uh... a ... 9?
Donkey: DAMN! (as fish lays down paired 9s for the win)
Fish: (stands up and pumps fins while doing the running man) GO FISH! GO FISH! GO FISH!

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Did you know that if you overlap tape of the Crocodile Hunter and Back to the Future at the same time, the resulting image is actually Jurrasic Park 2? True story...

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Octagonosaurus: The Man-eating Stop Sign

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I am an Eskimo... and I do wear Uggz... J/K... I am actually a jungle person, all I wear is snake skin, leather sandles and leopard skins...One time I travelled to Jamaica in a completely organic wardrobe... "Wardrobe"potemus

- Z

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I'm not gonna lie, your status message kind of reminds me of the time I got wasted with Dr. Seuss and he passed out in the gutter... but then when I sobered up, it wasn't Dr. Seuss at all, it was just some homeless dude they called Stewey. Who knew?

Anyway, if snowboarding is definitely in your future you should give me a shout cause I've been trying to hit the slopes for a quick minute (at least since last winter)...

Cause when the snow falls, I'm growin' snowballs, I'm not cold, I'm balls out ya'll. Sippin' tall stouts on the mountain, I'm countin' wishes out loud like change in a fountain.

-Z

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:)=~

I think I just created cigarette SMOKING smiley!! This is a landmark!! you heard it here first. I'm a damned GENIUS and smiley SMOKES.

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Yo it's 3:30 am... we celebrated your birthday without you... You better forking be spooning Paris Hilton right now... Call me when you are on the way to IC, if you ever make down here

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Vorheis... put the crack pipe down for like 2 seconds... First and foremost, you just dropped the "N" bomb on my message board... second, if you made so much $ tonight, you should pay me back the $ that I loaned you to buy in with on Sunday... Third, your sharkscope indicates that you are still well below the break-even line for online play on your pokerstars account... conversely, my sharkscope indicates not only NET profit, but I've also played in over 5 times as many tournaments. Based soley on the verifiable, tangible evidence provided by sharkscope, it is clear that you have lost money whereas I have profited from playing online poker...

In lieu of any concrete and tangible proof to verify and/or document your alleged live game earnings, I expect that this petty argument is finished.

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Vorheis... for God's sake... Have you been picking up girls at the Teen Dance Club again? If you are going to rob the cradle, don't let the whole facebook community know about it... Haven't I taught you anything? You have more messages from High School girls than I have in my freakin' high school yearbook.

-Z

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riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight... let's play a little word association...

I am to poker as _______ is to basketball...

(Acceptable answers: Michael Jordan, Lebron James, God, etc)

Another brain-buster:

I am a profitable poker player because:
a. I make money playing poker
b. I lose money playing poker
c. I engage in deviant sexual acts on the felt of poker tables on a regular basis
d. A and C

(correct response D)

One more...You are fish because:
a. You lose money playing poker
b. You get wasted and make bad mistakes on the poker table
c. You overplay your low pocket pairs
d. All of the above

(correct response is again D)

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First it poketh and then it poketh again... and then maybe it poketh again just for good measure...

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I had a small financial catastrophe over spring break... thank god not on the poker tables... got a ticket for failure to obey a traffic sign and ended up going to jail for LITTERING! I don't think it helped that I called the officer a 'fatherless son of a whore'... anyway, I will be at Currier tonight playing cards, I will look for you...

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You're crazy dude... sorry about the duffle bag... it was covered in some mysterious white powder (anthrax maybe?)... actually vorheis was just wasted and wouldn't give me a ride back to the crib to grab it for you... anyway, just saying what up... call me when you get back in town.

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Yo Yo Yo Yo...What's great in the Sunshine State? I'm not gonna lie, I've seen Natalie since the last time I saw you... that means it's been too long since I've seen you...

I was just thinking, what happened to the days when we would get all drunk and fucked up and just kick it? Yo, ya'll were like my partnas in crime... like on some Indiana Jones shit... You were for sure the Sean Connery to the Indy Adventure and Natalie was like that lil asian kid, all stoned on the couch, that always says "Dr. Jones!"

Yo, I'll be missin' that 'n stuff... Holla @ ya boy :)

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You know what those two fingers mean? That's right VICTORY! I am a third degree black belt in Beer Pong... Is it just me or does my hand kind of look like I was wearing a mitten in a tanning bed?

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It's friday, I have class until 3:20... then I'm drinking until simple tasks like walking and talking become exceptionally difficult... let me know what time you are going to free up for the night. I'll call you if I haven't heard from you by the time speech starts becoming difficult...

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They are going... for another couple weeks anyway. I'm still waying the pros and cons of grinding it out through finals vs. jumping in front of a speeding Cambus... It's really a toss up at this point.

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to my brother...

If you turned to dinosaur when you did the sex
everyday you would be the Tyrannosaurus Rex...
If when you did the sex I got a nickel
I would have enough to by a new tricycle.

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We am spase peepole... cloning the universe.

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Happy Birthday... it was a pleasure sharing the womb with you... now make me some tacos... or buy me dollar menu.

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who is that hottie in your FB pic?
Does she know you have straight twin??
HA HA...
j/k...
but seriously...
but j/k....
HA HA...
but seriously...

-Z

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I'm thinking about donating my DNA to a human cloning experiment... how would you feel about a triplet?

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If I never frowned or got a little down I would be bound to a false sense of soundness... I'd have to clown on these kids when they fall down just to keep myself from drowning from the weight of some fake crown... so I wear no crown, no chains, I treat each person the same, so each unique imprint is left deep on my brain, cause my game is in the read and I would bleed up into the seas to keep these little seeds from being needy.

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Let me drop some ancient wisdom on you...I'll be rocking from the cradle to the grave, throwing ladels from overflowing tables back to the slaves, I never mistake the bravery of those in slavery, cause savory flavors are still a major favor to me. Cowardly, caped, they underpay my neighbors for their labor, they layed down in their graves when they enslaved her, raped her into labor, and disgraced her when they displaced the beautiful face that she'd made

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I'm livin' la vida loca bebe :)... and by loca, I mean going to class, going to the library and occasionally sleeping, when time permits. I just got my license back though, so things are starting to liven up now that I am able to drive placez with my peoplez and chillz

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"MINGXI! I am going to squash you like a cockroach!"- Diane Henry

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"Racial!" Ms. Henry exclaimed with a perplexed look on her face."Oh god," I thought to myself,"It must be Black History Month again... but it's only November, hmm..."Ms. Henry glared at the class with a stare so intense it seemed it would melt holes through her eyeglasses,"Racial!" she yelled again,"Racial Hodge, you need to go to the office."

Oh, I see what's going on here...

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Image from back in the day:
Mingxi pulling the sausage patties from lunch out of his pocket during gym class, 3 hours after lunch had ended.

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Thanks for the birthday shoutout... Yoli has great foresight, she's been calling me "the bad twin" ever since I started working at earning title over a decade ago. I think the name has really caught on too, it seems like pretty much everybody's parents call me that now, I guess most of the kids do too. Hey let's go light something on fire.

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Glad to see that you are putting that college experience to work... Just remember, during a drive-by it's every man for himself, if you outrun your students, well, that's their problem...

But seriously though, it was good to see you (if but briefly) this summer. Good luck teaching your little hoodlums and stay safe!

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The toro? He's good, although he's been a little ornery lately... I guess sometimes you just have to be assertive and grab the bull by the horns and wrestle with him a little bit... and then realize you are actually just pinching your own stomach and rolling around on the floor of the library making weird noises... and then you have to get up real fast and hope no one was watching.

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Sorry I missed your B-day Party shorty, but Happy (slightly belated) Birthday. I would have been at the Field House, but me George Bush, Osama Bin Laden and Sadaam Hussein had a date @ Gitmo for doubles tennis, and you know how hard those things are to reschedule.

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Thank you for the birthday shoutout... I feel more special than the kids on the short bus. I heard through the grapevine that Queen Elizabeth is quite the poker player... you'll have to get me in a game with her... the Dalai Lama can come too

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Butros... Long time no see homie. I hope things are going good with you. You remember that time when we were puffin' on stoner road and I was supposed to be holding the wheel but I was already mad blitzed and was watching the maybo instead. And the Taurus rolled up on the side of that bridge and was momentarily airborn... and after it hit the ground you ran out of the car and saw that it wasn't fucked up and you were like " IT'S NOT FUCKED UP!" That was pretty funny... ha ha. Good thing your car didn't get fucked up. Keep it real.

-Z

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Stay posted for a new blog hopefully sooner then 6 months....

Random Thoughs/Events From March through May 2006

2006-05-31T02:37:00.002-05:00

This is a compilation of random thoughts and events that I've collected over the past few months as Away Messages on AIM... The past few months would have included finishing up the spring semester at the University, finals, playing a TON of poker, etc...

COMPUTER VIRUS:

My computer contracted eAIDS from having unprotected cybersex with many anonymous partners...

FINALS:

I put the 'F' in Final Examination

GOING TO COURT:

The verdict is in... NOT GUILTY! (Except for the "not" part). The City Attorney actually offered to drop the charge if I would pay the court costs... I foolishly said "No", thinking that justice would be upheld, and the state would be left with the court fees... What an expensive mistake... As the Judge gave me my sentence (the min. $50 + costs, thank you Your Honor) I thought to myself, "Ehhhh, is it too late to check?"
Here's a piece of advice, if the prosecuting attorney offers to drop the charges against you, DO IT. Even if they ask you to pay for being innocent. Because after you are found guilty despite your innocence, not only does it cost more $, but you also acquire the mental taxation of losing all faith in the American justice system as you watch police officers blatantly lying under oath on the witness stand.

AT THE LIBRARY FOR FINALS:

So I was at the library tonight trying to start some last minute cramming for my two finals this afternoon, when I got an overwhelming sensation of impending failure... And right as I began praying to God for some kind of freak accident to save me from my inevitable academic doom, he sent me the sign that I have been waiting for my entire life... but I was too busy looking at the hot, drunk, naked sorority girls that were streaking through the library wearing nothing but cowboy hats pulled down real low over their eyes... apparently in a failed effort to conceal their identies. Anyway, I'm still only a few hours away from failing my finals miserably, but now I don't feel so bad because my vane attempt at cramming literally months worth of missed class material into one night of studying paid an even greater reward than actually acquiring knowledge... I saw boobies... lots of them... big ones and small ones... and they were nice... Sorry God

RANDOM THOUGHT ON NINJA TURTLES:

I have been a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle fan since I was 8... They pretty much symbolize everything that was innocent and beautiful about my childhood. So I was studying for finals at the library tonight when suddenly I was struck with a very potent thought...
I wonder if the original animated homeboys from my younger years are now Middle-Aged Working Ninja Turtles? I mean you can't be a teenaged mutant forever...Turtles in a cubicle... TURTLE POWER!

MIXING POKER AND CRAMMING... BAD IDEA:

Hours of sleep/hours of poker:1:2
As profit has been negligable during the past few sleepless nights of binge studying and poker, I will now attempt to improve the overall expectancy of sleep time per poker time...

NEW LIFE THEME (works for poker and partying at least):

Trying to not get unlucky

ODE TO THE COSTCUTTERS CHICK:

Ode to the Blonde Chick at Cost Cutters

Oh blonde chick at Cost Cutters
When I think of you my heart flutters
Like the buzzing apparatus that you use upon my head
but more like the buzzing apparatus that you use alone in bed

Oh blonde chick with each clip you snippy snip and then study
I think we should go get wasted and then become fuck buddies
You cover me with hair, I want to cover you with ice cubes
now all I can think about is your skinny waist and really nice boobs

Oh blonde chick, you make my hair look cute but tough
and when we get between the sheets I know you'll like it rough
oh blonde chick, you woke my lust up from its slumber
so when I see you at the club tonight, I know I'll get your number

CAN'T SAY 'FUCK' ON POKERSTARS (I thought this was funny):

Hello boObYdOod,
We have received a complaint regarding some things you said in chat at our tables. I have reviewed the chat log and did find some of your comments to be inappropriate.
Our goal at PokerStars is to be a fun place to play, where everyone can feel comfortable. Foul language and abuse of other players takes away from everyone's enjoyment, and therefore cannot be permitted.
We must ask you to refrain from using this type of language in the future, or we will be forced to remove your chat privileges.

Regards,
RandyPokerStars Support Team

50118601 boObYdOod oh fuck 9 4/30/2006 9:37:35 PM
50118601 boObYdOod GAY 9 4/30/2006 9:43:13 PM
50118601 boObYdOod GAY 9 4/30/2006 9:50:39 PM

MY THOUGHTS ON PEOPLE WHO TALK SHIT ABOUT ME PLAYING POKER:

The one thing you have to realize is that poker is NOT a game... it's a way of life... it is a job and a sport, it is work and a leisure activity, it is a social event and a competition all rolled into one. While you were at the bar getting drunk and fucked up, I was making money on the poker table... and I still got laid. Just remember this, you don't want to be me, because if you could be, you would try. And the harder you try, the more I inevitably make off you, or off people like you. So, I'll leave you with this... bring it on bitches! And go ahead a criticize what I do, because if you understood it, you would do it too. And when I walk away from the table with your money in my pocket, fuck you anyway. Have fun drinking your woes away...

SOMALIAN RESTAURANT:

I'm going to open up a Somalian Resaurant... which will be just like a regular restaurant, only we will feature EXTREMELY small portions... and a famished wait staff... "I'll have the 5 grains of rice on stale bread please... oh you're out of stale bread? ...hmm...OK, I'll just have the 5 grains of rice then"

SPACE ALIENS:

If I ever get a chance to hang out with space aliens I think we should go to a theme park, because I bet the aliens would enjoy riding on rollercoasters and eating cotton candy... and that would be a good way to pick up chicks too, unless the aliens are the evil "Mars Attacks" kind...

THOUGHTS ON THE TRAP:

The real genius behind the whole operation is the trap, if the unsuspecting victim bites hard enough on the bait, they will soon discover their situation is desperate. This realization, more often than not, throws them into a frenzied panic which seals their fate.

TORNADOS THAT HIT IOWA CITY:

So I got wasted last night and went on a looting mission in downtown Iowa City after the tornados hit. I rummaged around for nearly an hour, but all I found was a bunch of empty pop cans and a crappy old bike... then, when the lights came back on, I realized that I was still in my friend's garage... so I shifted my target to his kitchen and looted a few more beers, then I staggered around downtown Iowa City with the other 10,000 drunk people... what can I say, great minds think alike (especially after a beer or ten)

Amigos

2006-05-31T02:37:00.001-05:00

Mis amigos mexicanos dicen, a mi, "Vicente Fox es una idiota"... y yo digo, a ellos, "tenemos muchas idiotas en nuestro gobierno tambien"... y, por eso, nosotros somos amigos, los mexicanos y yo...

Justice?

2006-05-31T02:37:00.000-05:00

What is justice?

Justice is the satisfaction that the wealthy get from funneling the change they squeeze from the low men on the totempole directly into their pockets. Justice is guaranteed to those that can afford it, but then again, so is injustice. Justice is the thing that makes me want to kill every cop. Justice is the thing that makes me want to kill every lawyer. On the honesty continuum, cops fall right down there next to criminals... lawyers are somewhere in the middle, not because they are honest people, but because one of those greedy bastards has got to be telling the truth by default. Yo, justice DOES NOT EXIST in the courts. Sorry to break that to you, but if you care, here's at tip. If you want justice, take it into your own hands... And if you are going to commit a wrong against society or against another person, make sure you pick something that you can get away with... pretty much anything less than murder won't blast a prosecuting attorney off his lazy ass. Unless you get caught redhanded, then you're in big trouble. Even if you don't commit a crime, you can still get prosecuted... Don't think being innocent is solid defense, it's not. No no, even paying a greedy bastard (I mean attorney) to take your case sometimes isn't enough. Anyway, I'm getting off track. What I'm saying is, Justice is a fallacy.

Random and Oft Times Nonsensical Thoughts

2006-03-16T10:10:00.000-06:00

02/06--

I like to douse things in flammable liquid, light them on fire, and then say, "WHOA! 'Spontaneous' combustion!"while gesturing big quotation marks around the word "spontaneous".

02/06--

Ladies, a friendly piece of advice... I know sometimes conversation gets a little slow but regardless of the circumstances it is not, I repeat, it is NOT good to talk about your ex-boyfriend... don't do it... ever... please... for my sake.

02/06--

The dawning of a new day... similar to all those that have come before it, however altogether unique in its own right. Today I choose my own destiny... I alone lead myself into a new light, and beat the trail for others who will come behind me.

02/06--

Sometimes I feel like getting my shotgun out, loading it and then walking around for awhile before I randomly shoot someone in the face. Seriously though, I am the next Dick Cheney.

02/06--

I've got a great idea for a new olympic sport... it combines my two favorite activities: drinking and lighting things on fire. Basically the object of this sport is to get as intoxicated as possible and then launch flaming projectiles at the other team, the crowd, the officials and pretty much everyone else within launching distance. I think I'll call my ingenius new sport "flameball". I'm going downtown to go practice for the 2010 Olympic Flameball team.

02/06--

I remember waking up before dawn when we were in West Virginia... and the fog was still covering everything... the dense, frigid, morning cold, wet blanket... and then as the sun started to come up, it burned bright warm trails through the cloud... until finally all I saw was just one last thin sheet of the fog rolling along the tree tops on shady side of the mountain...

the fog and the light... they were really special... they were beautiful... it was as if the mountains had sprung up to their towering heights just to attest to the beauty of that place

02/06--

I fucked mother nature... 9 months later, she gave birth to an alternate universe, a black hole, the moon and the sun. Now, I spend my time drifting between parallel universes and kicking it with the cellestial bodies that are my offspring, trying to get rid of these bastard planets... except earth, because it has my eyes... but Neptune is paying the child support so SHHH! You only wish you could live my life.

02/06--

If Hillary won on election day, the 911 circuit boards would be lighting up like a Jerry Lewis Telethon for spousal abuses on Election Night

02/06--

That would be fucked up to roll up on a homeless people orgy... cause you know they never shave anything either

02/06--

I'm working on my neo-Suessian classic... Horton Hears a WTF

02/06--

I consider myself a lot like Gandhi... Gandhi sat alone meditating in a jail cell as a form of civil disobedience against an oppressive society whereas I sat alone, horribly hungover, in an isolation cell, trying to remember exactly what it was I had done to get myself there in the first place.

02/06--

I remember one time I went to the reservoir with a friend... we got to a fairly secluded spot right near the water and he pulls 5 big packs of Juicy Fruit out of his pocket. Anyway, he would open up 4 or 5 pieces of the gum individually and wad them each into a little ball. Then he would look at me and say, "Listen." He proceeded to throw each wad of gum into the water and wait for the splash, "BLOOOP!". We both found this quite hysterical at the time. As if that weren't funny enough, he would take the empty gum wrappers and sniff them while making borderline orgasmic noises. The moral of this story is: Next time you take hallucinogenic mushrooms and go to the reservoir, don't forget the Juicy Fruit.

02/06--

In the absence of amphetamines I have regressed to the academic mannerisms of a Kindergartner stuck on "nap time". Wake me up when it's time for finger painting.

02/06--

The King of Diamonds is armed with an ax while the other three kings are armed with swords. The king of hearts is shown with a sword behind his head leading to the nickname "suicide king". I was playing poker for 5 hours last night instead of studying for my midterms today... now I feel like pulling a "king of hearts".

02/06--

I remember arriving in Lubbock, Texas at 11 am having driven 17 hours straight through the night... the man at the gas station told me it hadn't snowed there in 15 years, I must have brought the weather down with me... the snow didn't bother me much though, I had left 3 inches on the ground behind me and I assumed that I would return to it again also... the snow made no difference because after that first hit, ice was pumping through my veins like a 747 jumbo jet, a freight train and a sold out death metal venue all in one... 3 sleepless days later, I was smooth as velvet spitting game on pink panthers at the club.

02/06--

I'm off in my own little world... and right now my little world is on fire big time... and somehow it's raining gasoline. And somebody packed the volcanoes with fireworks... talk about a lack of foresight!

02/06--

Before I die, I want to pee on a cop car... with the cop standing right there... and if he tries to stop me, well, then I'll pee on him too.

02/06--

The universe is a symphony, comprised of many separate instrumental entities acting independently, although harmoniously, to create an infinitely unique tune. The essence of the symphony lies in the common tones and tempo shared between instruments in harmonizing distinctly different yet necessarily interdependent entities. Beauty, then, is achieved by the conscious and skillful manipulation of each individual instrument to create harmonious melodies and to avoid discord. The power of the universe, like the symphony, stems from the size and scale of production as well as the ability with which available instruments are utilized.

02/06--

While you were eating, I made you a Valentine... it's nothing special, just a Panchero's napkin folded in half and torn in the shape of a heart... well actually it looks more like the Batman symbol, but you know I'm not much of an artist. Anyway, it might not look like much to the naked eye, but it actually came from the bottom of my heart... so... Will you be my Valentine?

02/06--

I'm whoring my mind to "the Man" at the library... assuming that "the Man" is actually a woman... and maybe my mind can be a woman too... I'll think about it.

02/06--

Me and Sadam Hussein have a date for tennis tonight @ Gitmo... we were trying to play doubles, but Osama had to back out at the last minute... some kind of Jihad thing or something.

02/06--

When I get stressed out, I usually try to pretend like the stress doesn't exist. If that doesn't work, I try some stress relieving excercises like firing high-power handguns and rifles, lighting stuff on fire or driving way too fast. If these don't work, then I just get drunk and play poker, because that's generally the inevitable end of my night anyway.

02/06--

If I had to pick one highlight from poker last night, it would DEFINITELY be when I hit the Royal Flush (spades) in my come-from-behind performance at The Lodge, which resulted in a $58 profit. My Royal Flush was dealt by none other than Mr. Trent Fish at approximately 2:45 am on Friday March 3, 2006... The odds of hitting a Royal Flush are 649739:1

I'll check?

2006-03-16T10:07:00.000-06:00

Mini Poem Thingy... love it... it loves you...

The heart is a crashing wave of emotion, splashing and splattering like glass as its shattering, it smashes then slowly rolls upon the tattered shores of the soul.

Skydiving SCUBA Fires

2006-02-07T18:03:00.000-06:00

Most people have a pretty good idea of what they want to do when they grow up... sometimes people will tell me, "my dream is to be a doctor" or "I want to run in a marathon" or "I dream of being a house wife." Those are all pretty good dreams I guess, but not for me. I have decided that all I want to do when I grow, I mean my only dream is this...

My dream is to light a bunch of stuff on fire in an airplane, and then jump out of the plane and go skydiving... but not like regular skydiving, because I have a parachute and SCUBA gear on... then I parachute right into the ocean. But instead of stopping there, I SCUBA dive down to the ocean floor and chill with the fishies and stuff. And then I find a way to light stuff on fire while under water, or at least melt some stuff, like wax maybe, and make some cool designs. Then when I resurface, I get picked up by a helicopter and go bungee jumping off the side and just kind of bounce and dangle there as I'm getting dropped off at a nude beach to play tackle football with a bunch of naked girls. After we're done playing football, we light a big beach fire and then eat smores, so I can tell my new naked football friends all about my crazy adventure. This is also, coincidentally, a lot like I remember my first acid trip.

A Letter to God

2006-01-28T11:16:00.000-06:00

Dear God,

A lot of people want to tell me what to think about you, what to believe about you, what you are and what you aren't. You may know that I don't enjoy listening to people tell me that you don't exist, which may be true I guess, but since no one can prove decisively that you aren't there for me on a consistent basis I'm going to go with my gut and assume that you are. Sometimes I listen to very religious people tell me that you're angry at me for behaving so badly sometimes, which I do, but you must know that deep in my heart I've got nothing but love. Sometimes I listen to very spiritual people tell me that they have a relationship with their higher power, sometimes they call that power God, and I must say that is something that I want to have.

Someone once told me that the difference between religion and spirituality is that religion is for people who believe in hell and spirituality is for people who have already been there. I feel like that might be accurate. I don't always understand why things happen the way they do, like when bad things happen to good people, and when lives are taken back for example, but I think sometimes it just has to happen, and I don't know why.

When I look at my surroundings and when I think about my life and the lives of other people, I can't help but believe in some kind of higher power. It just seems like there's way too much going on here for there not to be some kind of supreme entity. To be perfectly honest with you though, God, life doesn't really make a whole lot of sense to me. I mean I love it, don't get me wrong, I am happy to be alive every second of the day, but life in general just doesn't make a whole lot of sense. I mean, how did this happen? A whole bunch of little people and animals and plants and such all springing to life on this huge planet in the middle of nowhere, with no other life around us as far as the telescope can see.

Sometimes religious people say that you created two people called Adam and Eve in your image a long long time ago. Other religious people say that the earth came from an egg in the empty void of the universe. Other religious people tell stories about where the Earth came from, and where people came from, but they never seem to agree entirely. That doesn't make much sense God, these religions have got everybody all messed up. Nobody seems to be able to agree on anything. I can't say that I put much stock in religion for that exact reason.

There is one thing about religions that really bothers me. I don't understand why people are willing to kill each other in the name of their God. Life is a pretty wonderful thing resulting from millions and billions of years of impossibilities and miraculous coincidences (at least that's my understanding). It seems to me that ending a life is the worst thing a person could possibly do. We live in a very tumultuous world where people do very bad things sometimes, it almost seems like people do bad things more than good things.

Another thing that I don't understand, God, is why I exist and what my purpose for existing is supposed to be. I know that I am an extremely unique human being, but sometimes I feel like I have no identity among the nameless and faceless masses. And why do I have an identical twin? That doesn't make any sense to me, I mean, it doesn't seem like that should be able to happen... yet it does. Do you know how confusing it is for me to have a so-called genetic clone running around out there who is almost 100% identical to me physically yet who acts nothing like me in almost every facet of life?

And what about the drugs, God? I mean, I have had a brutal love affair with some of the things that are around this crazy planet. Sometimes when I would consume certain things I felt like I was on top of the world and that you were holding me up in the heavens so that I could see how wonderful and beautiful life really is. But then, it seemed as if you not only dropped me from heavens, but actually thrust me back down to the earth so that I crashed into the once beautiful humanity and was left in pain searching for the serenity I had lost. It seems that drugs are a lot like religion, they make individuals feel really good, but the end result of these things is much more destructive than the individual cares to admit. The hardest thing I've had to admit to myself is that these things are in general detrimental to a serene, absolutely virtuous and healthy life.

God, I'm glad you gave me an outlet for some of these thoughts that have been troubling me even though you may not be able to read this letter. Maybe the answers to all these questions aren't as important as actually asking the questions themselves because it seems to me that there are some things that as human beings we are just not supposed to know. If that is indeed the point, then let me assure you there are many things that I don't understand, actually, I can only think of a few things that I really feel like I do understand. For this reason I am going to stick with my basic instincts and try to do my best to make the experience of life a good one for myself and the people around me.

Your Little Person,
Z

A little poem

2006-01-24T01:18:00.000-06:00

1-24-06
I speak from the deepest depths of my heart,
At times so deep as to speak from my soul.
It seems that my naive mind is quite dark,
My art fills good hearts with only a hole.

Spilled Heart of Darkness

2006-01-20T01:24:00.000-06:00

Another mini-poem thingy... must've been a bad day?

If I could find a way to spill my heart on to a piece of paper I would let all the ink bleed from my pen so you could watch it flow this way and that, the darkness slowly blotting out the innocence of an empty page.

Something New and Different

2006-01-20T01:08:00.000-06:00

I'm gonna try something a little bit different... sometimes I create little one-liners and stories that are amusing (to me anyway). I generally create these as away messages for AIM or just quick jots in my notebooks to make me chuckle to myself. I'll add a couple, maybe it will become a recurring thing...

1-19-06
So I woke up bright and early this morning to go speak with my Economics professor. I got to the building in good time and caught my professor as he was exiting the restroom... we started walking towards his office as I informed him of my desire to add his class... suddenly I noticed the distinct odor of whiskey permeating the air... I realized that I should really put some gum in to mask my breath... and why was my professor carrying a mop and a bright yellow briefcase that said 'Wet Floor'?

1-19-06
Do you ever have those dreams where you are walking down the street and everyone is pointing and laughing at you, and then you look down and realize that you're only wearing your underwear... because the hooker stole your clothes again... and you've been drinking vodka since 8 am... and then you realize it isn't really a dream at all?

1-19-06
The big fluffy white kitty slowly strolled into the room, he was generally mild-mannered and quite lovable, however, today the kitty had something much different on his mind... murder.

1-19-06
If there is a chink in my armor I'm going to name it Mao Zedong... or maybe Ping.

1-19-06
I think of God the same way I think of my Roomba... I don't neccesarily know where it is all the time, I don't know how it works exactly and I don't know how to explain it to other people, but if you look around my living room you can just tell, something very special is happening here... I mean, my carpet is SPOTLESS...

1-19-06
I believe that Hentai porn is a conspiracy created by Asian men and other men with abnormally small genitalia in an attempt to undermine the efforts of non-Asian men and other men with normally sized genitalia from sleeping with Asian women. I must admit, I may be slightly disappointed sleeping with an insanely disproportionate Asian woman if she didn't have those huge, cartoon-looking eyes, however I assure you, it will not thwart my enthusiasm nor dissuade me from getting freaky deaky with good-looking asian women.

Until We Meet Again... Chin Up Rob

2006-01-18T02:03:00.000-06:00

Rob, you may never get to read this,
but I believe I'll see you again...

You and me, OGs in the QC where we were treated,
weened off the D-O-P-E, it wasn't easy but it was needed.
You had God's dreams but the demons would leave you screaming,
I still can't believe that you would leave your family grieving.

I wish you would've listened when you told me things would get better
Remember, life is like the weather? It always gets better.
But I'm not mad dog, god damn, I'm sad enough for rappin,
I'm glad I knew you man, but how in the fuck did you let this happen?

I hope you can ask God all those questions about your soul,
You know, my new rock bottom is seein' you lowered into that hole.
So, if pain is love, send me mad love down from above,
'cause you suffered enough, chin up is tough when life gets rough.

Congratulations Eminem

2006-01-18T01:48:00.000-06:00

Ha! Go ahead yell!
Here I'll scream with you!
AH SOMEBODY HELP!
Don't you get it bitch, no one can hear you?
Now shut the fuck up and get what's comin to you.
You were supposed to love me
{*Kim choking*}
NOW BLEED! BITCH BLEED!BLEED! BITCH BLEED! BLEED!

- Eminem (re: Killing his ex-wife Kim from the track "Kim" on the Marshall Mathers LP)

Just wanted to congratulate Marshall Mathers (aka Eminem) on remarrying his ex-wife Kim Mathers... and might I add... wtf? I have a feeling this marriage will not end in divorce, homicide maybe, but divorce... I don't think so.

Long time no blah blah blog

2005-12-30T04:08:00.000-06:00

Here I am on the night before the night before the end of the year... that's the eve of New Year's... eve... anyway... And so the mindless ramblings begin.

So it's been awhile since I've last blogged, and for anyone who would by chance check my blog on any kind of a regular basis (most likely facebook addicts like myself) you may notice that I have re-published some formerly removed bloggy blogs. This is because I have determined that I am going to speak my mind about politics and politically sensitive issues, even though it means that I will undoubtedly get laid a lot less (if that's possible) and, possibly more importantly, I will be revealing aspects of my conscious that I will almost undoubtedly be forced to recant and renig on at a later date. Anyway, glad that's been cleared up for you boys and girls.

OK, so I'm back in Iowa City after a not-so-brief stint at a "very happy place" in Davenport. By "not-so-brief" I mean 3 and a half months and by "very happy place" I mean... well, maybe you should just ask me yourself or refer back to stoner "Puff the Magic Dragon" rantings from my younger years. Anyhow, enough with the personal updates, lets get down to some hardcore, nitty-gritty writing about some serious stuff that may or may not be going on in the world right now.

So we're still at war with Iraq... it's been a while. I don't really have a strong opinion on whether or not the war is/was a good idea, because it would inevitably be a 20/20 hindsight scenario. I mean, it would be nice if we didn't have to go to war for ANYTHING, but let's be realistic here folks, there are some totally fucked up people in this world. The thing that I don't understand about the war effort is why the democratic process is taking so long to unfold... I should probably gather some more information before I start ranting, and I do understand there is no Continental Congress in this thing, but seriously, do they even have any semblence of an army yet? Do they have domestic policing? Do they feel their rights are protected? These questions will be answered in the future... hopefully, maybe... maybe not...

Moving on... What's up with this Brokeback Mountain movie? Is this seriously what I think I heard it is? Is this a gay cowboy movie? And it's not a porno flick or anything like that? hmm... that is the weirdest thing I have ever heard in my entire life... I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with homosexuality, not that at all, but gay cowboys? I could never envision John Wayne getting involved in any kind of gayness... in fact, he'd probably bust a cap in their asses... not like a condom cap though... ugh... sexual innuendo is killing me. Simply put, I don't find the possiblity of gay cowboys very realistic at all, and I will not be renting this one from Blockbuster either, partially because people might talk about that.

Alright, I'm gonna put my keyboard down and play some internet poker, maybe drink a beer or two or more... it's been a pleasure as always, we'll do it again sometime soon.

Long Summer, Short Blog

2005-07-21T04:27:00.000-05:00

I'm really not sure if anyone is reading these anymore or not, but I'll keep writing for my own entertainment. I just started doing the facebook network thing, who knew that there were so many single ladies in this town just hovering over their computers? I'm all about the meeting new people instead of sitting at home, in fact, that's what makes the facebook so great, I'm actually, in essence, meeting people WHILE sitting at home. It's the best of both worlds.

Anyhow, the summer trips have been bad-ass to this point. I hit up Des Moines for a few days before the Washington trip... then Chicago... I think a joint Chicago- Milwaukee trip may be in the future, although the funds for those trips may be in question. I may have to hit up Mom & Dad Bank and Trust for some lawn mowing fees or something. Or I could cash in on my... commodities bonds, or... I could just roll out and hope I have enough gas in the tank to make it back.

Oh yeah, I'm playing softball on Thursdays. We're pretty good, we got jerseys that are pretty cool too. I like playing softball, its great. It's not baseball, but then again, I never saw any girls running around a baseball field in short shorts and tight baseball shirts, so I think it's a fair trade off.

Aight ya'll, I'm tired and tipsy as usual... Thank God I didn't break out in any weird poetry or prose this time. I gotta stop drinking jack & Coke before bed or stop jacking coke before bed, or stop coking before I bed jack or something. One of those...

Get it wet

2005-06-11T01:09:00.000-05:00

I am water
adhering to the fabric of life
soaking up into it
from the lowest point I climb up
saturating and nourishing

I am water
the ice that covers deep waters
refracting the truth that you see
cold water runs shallow
downstream the truth flows freely

I am water
the steam that makes heat
the warmth that comforts all
warm water runs deep
and rain washes out sin when it falls

Is this heaven?

2005-06-11T00:37:00.000-05:00

Is this heaven? Not exactly, it's Iowa. To be exact, its the University of Iowa in Iowa City. True it isn't heaven in the biblical sense, but in the sense of spirituality through genuine life experience it definitely could be heaven. I have never come across a more interesting and diverse group of people in such close proximity and with such open social spheres. There is an overall climate of acceptance here that makes this campus, and in turn this city, a desirable place for creative minds and those who wish to discover "what else is out there".

I highly recommend investigating the paths to academic excellence provided by the University of Iowa. Come to Iowa City, check out the campus, watch a football game! You'll love it here as much as I do!

What's up with this "pot" stuff?

2005-06-10T23:41:00.000-05:00

I heard that the Supreme Court outlawed the use of medicinal marijuana. Hmm... that really makes me want to go smoke a left-handed cigarette (::brb::). In fact, I think I'm going to go eat a bowl of Captain Crunch and watch CNN Headline News for a few hours to see if all the hype is true.
Oh wait, Headline News runs on a half hour loop... man, this could take all day. Maybe I'll just watch "Puff the Magic Dragon", at least then I won't have to interpret all that darn symbolism in the modern media.
What's up with that "Supreme Court" anyway? They seem to think that they control how the law applies to everyone. What kind of god or monarch made them so "supreme" anyway? mmm.... Supreme... Taco Pizza... I think I'm going to review the dissenting opinions of Justices Sandra Day O'Connor, William Rehnquist and Clarence Thomas over a Happy Joe's Taco Supreme pizza. Maybe buffalo wings actually, and an olive pizza... yeah... mmmm...
Anyway, what were we talking about? Oh yeah, symbolism in the media... I think if the King wants to buy a dragon, he should. I think if the King doesn't want to buy a dragon, he shouldn't. I don't think the King should send his minions out to say that the "law of the land is that no man nor beast shall (cultivate or) EHERML (excuse me, had to clear my throat) possess dragons, even people who claim personal "medicinal" use." Obviously, dragons have their dangers, I know as well anyone after nearly being mauled by a dragon and his dreadlocked master over a half eaten bag of Doritos, you know how violent those hippies, I mean dragon owners, can be. But seriously, I feel that with the proper precautions, like no dragons operating motor vehicles or heavy machinery and no dragons perfoming brain surgery, heavy lifting or astrophysics, a happy-medium could be established.
I am proud to live in a country that protects individual liberty and the freedom of the individual to excercise those liberties so long as they don't harm all of the other wonderful and beautiful people that make up this city, state, country, earth and universe.

Free love...

What is love?

2005-06-10T22:56:00.000-05:00

What is love? One of those questions that noone seems able to answer fully. Through my limited time on this earth I have found it to be one of the most difficult questions to ponder and certainly one of the most painful questions in my life experience.

I have seen pieces of the puzzle that make up this thing called love. I cannot seem to put them together, I hope the greater meaning of this thing is not lost on me.

Love is the thing that appears somewhere between the matter and the antimatter, bonding what is real and what we can only assume to be real. Love is a thing that transcends control and justification. Love is the purest form of intangible energy. Love is spontaneous, love is a law of nature. Love can be the enemy of enemies and the friend of friends, love can be the friend of enemies and the enemy of friends. In the end love conquers all. Love is a mirror and love is a window. Love is a map and love is a well-trodden path through the dark forest. Love perpetually strengthens... Love is what I feel for you.

Imblogemicated

2005-05-12T13:44:00.000-05:00

It's been a bit since I've posted... I wish I was one of those charming or witty people that had something charming or witty to say... hmm, I got nothing. Finals have only been over for one day and my brain has already completely shut down.
A note to all of you departing college students, you will be missed. The elbow to elbow crowds at the bars and idiotic pedestrians will not be missed. It's summertime, I'm gonna go outside and do nothing, I highly recommend you do too if you're able.

Blogthings.com Name Generator.... SWEET

2005-04-19T22:42:00.000-05:00

Zac David Young's Aliases

Your movie star name: Party Pizza Jack

Your fashion designer name is Zac Barcelona

Your socialite name is Z Boy Madrid

Your fly girl / guy name is Z You

Your detective name is Polar Bear West

Your barfly name is Cashews Crown And Coke

Your soap opera name is David Dodge

Your rock star name is Jolly Ranchers Moon

Your star wars name is Zackit Yourii

Your punk rock band name is The Manic Rubicks Cube

The Amazing Meganame Generator

I'm awesome!

Long Time No Blog1

2005-04-18T03:16:00.000-05:00

It's been a long time since I've come out with a new blog entry... That's a good thing, maybe ya'll have stopped checkin' in a me since the trip to Texas. If you haven't heard about the trip I'll give a few details:
I drove to Texas
I had fun
I got really "intoxicated"
Everyone else did too
I came home and lost my job? Maybe they thought I quit? Whatever sucky...
I went back to Texas
I had an even better time
Everyone else did too
I took the long way home and surprisingly had a REALLY good time
I saw some colleges... Kansas, K state, Oklahoma and Ok St, Texas Tech, Arkansas, Memphis and others
I decided I didn't want to go to any of them
I got home and went to class

Yeah so that's a painfully indescriptive summary of my trip... HA HA, go take one of your own and YOU GO WRITE ABOUT IT!!!

Since the trip life has been good... I needed some time to relax away from home so I could relax at home. All is well, I am regrounded and looking for a job! Maybe I'll wait until the sucky students leave town so I can steal one of their unsucky jobs! Yeah, keep checking for updates, I sure I'll be looking for distractions during finals week...

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Busy Weekend!

2005-03-15T04:47:00.000-06:00

I am an uncle! Abigail Dorothy is my neice's name, she was born on Thursday March 10, 2005 weighing 7 lbs 15oz. She is really tiny, but a beautiful baby none-the-less! She's got a full head of hair and she can wail with the best of 'um. I drove up to the Chicago-land area to see her on Friday morning and I came back home with my Mom and my sister Leah on Friday night. I drove 3 and a half hours by myself to get up there and I got about an hour and a half into the trip home before my sister took the wheel... the first thing she did was turn onto I-88 going back towards Chicago. Unfortunately on the tollway exits are few and far between. We were 23 miles from the nearest exit in Roselle, so we spent a solid 40 minutes driving in a big cirlce. Oh well, better than me falling asleep behind the wheel.

I just got back home from Des Moines tonight. My brother recruited me at the last minute to volunteer for the Hoover-Wallace dinner. Check it out. http://www.dmregister.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050315/NEWS08/503150407/1001/archive
I got to see some really important people! I had to wear a suit and tie which was a major bummer, but the food was good and it looks great on a resume. I drove up around 10 am and I got back home about an hour ago (2 AM). I've put almost 1000 miles on my car in 4 days with *side trips*! Just wait until the trip down south and/or east!

Hoover-Wallace Dinner

2005-03-15T01:26:00.000-06:00

I just got home from Des Moines where I volunteered at the Hoover-Wallace Dinner. It was good to see Vice-President Mondale, Senators Grassley and Harkin, Governor Brandstad, Governor Ray and Governor Vilsack. I'll write more later, but I'm proud to be an Iowan! Let's all celebrate the great humanitarian heritage that prevails in this wonderful state!

Time for a Vacation

2005-03-14T02:35:00.000-06:00

It's time for a vacation people, peoples and peepz. I am going someplace interesting, hopefully noone will be able to find me. Hopefully I'll come back... actually check that... hopefully I'll find someplace so irresitably awesome that I will never want to come home. The chances of that happening are slim, unless of course I find some sexy blonde haired lady with hypnotic southern charm. Wish me luck, I'll be in Des Moines tomorrow, maybe coming home for a brief stay on Tuesday and then??? Any suggestions past Texas, California and Vegas will be at least considered. Applications for trip mates are being accepted until Tuesday afternoon, inquire within. Experience in spontaneity is required, patience for long road trips is also a must. Taste in rap music, specifically Tupac, preferrable.

Good Song...

2005-03-08T01:15:00.000-06:00

Hey Hey My My,
Rock and Roll can never die.
There's more to the picture than meets the eye...
Hey Hey My My

-Neil Young (Out of the Blue)

Crazy Weekend

2005-03-07T22:38:00.000-06:00

It's been a crazy few days since I last blogged. I've lived a lot of life in a lot of different places. On Friday night I went to Washington and partied with some of my hardcore little town folks. It's amazing how wild the parties get in the small town setting. I was really tired driving home as the sun was coming up. I watched all the colors forming, pulsating with the beat from the bass. I remember meeting some kids from West Des Moines who were up as late I was on Friday or Saturday morning, I can't remember which... those were some cool kids. Later that morning, either Friday or Saturday, I ran in to a crew that stayed up later than I usually do... Big G the bouncer and the off-duty stripper were hardcore cool, there was a happy ending in there somewhere too. On Saturday night I ran into some people I hadn't seen or chilled with for a long time. I saw Ghost's ex-girlfriend, I haven't seen her since we rolled in Maquoketa my Sophomore year of high school. I was definitely partying a little too hard on Saturday night, my demons started in on me and I had to call it an "early" night. Seriously though, sometimes you have to take a look around you and know that you aren't in the right place at the right time, especially if you're aren't with the right people. My summary for Saturday is, sometimes you want something so badly that you are willing to sacrifice the very thing you desire to acheive it. That's a good summary, that or else, why is everyone so concerned with everyone other than themselves? People say many things, saying and doing are distinctly different.

2005-03-03T02:24:00.000-06:00

Angus Bacon Cheddar Ranch

2005-03-01T21:13:00.000-06:00

Angus Bacon Cheddar Ranch Steakburger you were everything I thought you would be... except delivered by a stunningly gorgeous woman dressed in a cowgirl outfit. All things considered you were delicious, the perfect meal for a long evening of work and class. Although you may no longer be with me physically, your spirit lives on through the delicious ranchy aftertaste you've left me...

The "Life" of a Blogger

2005-03-01T04:24:00.000-06:00

So I've been doing some surfing of Blogworld and some sipping of Budweiser. I can't help but notice how incredibly interesting some of these people's blogs are! In fact, I am led to believe that some of these people must leave their computer for an hour or two each day, soak up all the exciting stories about people with real and exciting lives, and then come home and blog about them as if they had happened in their own much less interesting lives. This is just an untested theory...
I just embarassed Meggie5000's little sister, tee hee hee... Megs give me a comment, you are officially responsible for my venture in blah blah blogging.

blah blah blog is born

2005-03-01T03:24:00.000-06:00

I have officially crossed the threshhold of nerdom, yes indeed I am blogging. I am going to keep this short and sweet to avoid running the risk of people actually wanting to read what I have to say... that would go against the "fly under the RADAR" clause of my contract with.... some... multi-million dollar.... contract people.... errr... yeah...