It's not possible for me to have people over drinking and NOT have some type of alcohol spill on the carpeting in my room. Beer, wine, liquor; all stain my floor. 90% of the time its me who does the spilling. Unfortunately when this does happen I'm too drunk to thoroughly clean it up so the next morning I'm left to recall how my floor got soaked in wine.
December has been an unusually slow month for me in terms of blog posts iv written and photos iv taken. Currently, blogger isn't posting the photos I'm trying to put up.
I may do a recap of my 2006 as I didn't last year, but I can only remember one week of 2006 that was worth remember, my vacation. Actually, 2006 kinda sucked... My 2007 will no doubt start out very dull as I have to get up at 5 AM to go to work on the 1st. No sloppy drunk Nate this New Year's Eve...
Saddam's dead, I wonder if there is a video of it anywhere on the internet yet...
So I bought a new computer today. After taking a little visit to the bank the other day I found out that I had a little more cash than I had originally figured. So I thought to myself "how could I spend this money on something that I don't really need?"
When it comes to my photography Iv totally been slacking off. I haven't really lost interest in it, it's mainly that Iv gotten really lazy and don't want to walk around in the cold taking photos of the same shit that I captured in the summer.
There is only one more month until I move into the dorms and attempt to start up a new life. I think that if I would stay here any longer I would end up killing myself from boredom. It's good that I'm getting the fuck out.
My Christmas Eve started out with me being a complete drunkard; run, beer, wine, walking around and having no idea where I'm going, going outside in shorts a t-shirt when its literally freezing (I didn't notice) then ultimately passing out on the bathroom floor... all were included.
Apparently I got drunk and told this girl that I love her. Not just any girl... an ex. The one iv been doing so well at disliking and avoiding. I dint even remember talking to her, but it does sound like something Id do in a highly inebriated state.
I was hungover ALL DAY, I'm not proud of it but ehhh... (well maybe I am)Oh and... merry Christmas some of you. for the rest that dint do the whole 'Christmas thing', Happy Holidays!! And for those of you who dint have any holidays... well... hey!
I'm going to tell the tail of last night, but in third person:
Nate and little brother Clay decide to go finish up some Xmas shopping. On the way Clay hits dear with Clay's car. Clay is pissed and Nate is laughing Nate's ass off the the unfortunes of others. Nate and Clay head back home, Clay's car is thoroughly dented. Nate, still laughing about it, gets yelled at by everyone at his house for being an insensitive prick. But Nate explains in a very complex way why its not insensitive. Anyways, no one really gets it and Nate heads off to his room so to get away from people pissing him off. Alone in his room, Nate decides whether or not he wants to masturbate. Deciding he was too tired to do even that, Nate put in Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring and passes out. Because everyone knows as Nate knows, Fellowship is a totally fucking boring ass movie.
I had a family Christmas this weekend. Yes, I got drunk and was a total retard around my family... again.
There is something about a family gathering that just makes ya wanna get drunk and act all a'fool.
If I wouldn't have drank I would have simply just sat around and ignored everyone. At least this was I was sociable. I have a very large extended family on both my mother's side and father's. one I like and can have a lot of fun with and the other... well, they bored the shit about of me sometimes. This weekend was the fun side.
To top it off I won free beer in some Christmas gift exchange game. It was a Christmasmiracle... Well now... I've been tagged. I believe this is the first time iv ever been tagged to do something. I feel so popular. so here is it:
Each player of this game starts with the “6 weird things about you”. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
I can fall asleep anytime, anywhere, day or night.
I have spells of OCD from time to time to time to, from time to time to time... to time...... from to time.
I tell people that relationships are pointless and stupid but I'm really just bitter about having been single for so fucking long.
I'm a weird guy yet I have a hard time thinking of what is actually weird about me.
I hate talking about myself because I know I'm totally boring and yet I have a blog
I like gatherings but not people.
I tag... well... anyone who read this far into my post. even you!
It's the last day of classes for me at my current campus... I still have finals but they're not a big deal.
Hollywood totally pisses me off. I see certain movie previews and think Wow, that is about the stupidest piece of shit that I've ever seen. Then as soon as I think IV seen the dumbest thing out there another movie tailor comes on and I think the same thing again.
A prime example of a stupid fucking movie with a horribly stupid story is Unaccompanied Minors. I saw the preview for it and nearly shit myself because it was so fucking stupid.
In the past two days I had to read a novel for sociology. I had 3 months but kept putting it off. Lucky for me it was a easy read. What is it about? I don't feel like getting into it.
My mind is a bit fried. There aren't even any new photos for me to post. There is a paper due tomorrow, one on Tuesday and another due Thursday... so yea, Iv been busy. Unfortunately I haven't been busy because Iv been sitting down doing homework. Mostly I just work and lose track of time to the point where I'm exhausted and pass out. For the first time in months I shaved. No more scruff. I have to admit I miss it. When I'm clean shaven I look like I'm 12 years old...
I was writing this as a comment in my last post, but it ending up being kinda long so I just decided to make a post out of it:
I didn't say photoshop is for bad photographers. people who are really good with photoshop can do amazing things with a photo, and I totally respect that.
But when a person enters an obviously photoshopped photo into a photography contest its like cheating because the photography isn't wants making their photo look as good as it does its what the person put into it on a computer.
A painting cant be entered in a photography contest... photoshop is like painting. yes it requires time and talent, but its still not the same as taking a photo and leaving it along and still having it look awesome.
Then again, what little I know about photography couldn't even fill up a shot glass.
There is one more week of classes and I have a ton of things I need to be doing. So I decided to not do them and blog instead.
Winter weather and suck my balls (figuratively of course, winter weather is fucking cold so I don't really want that cold shit sucking my balls... burrr)
Its cold, wet, messy, and cold, I fucking hate it!! it's too cold to go walk around taking any sort of quality photos.
It causes me to bitch a lot as well.
This morning I slept in and ate re-heated pizza for breakfast... I feel like such a college student.
My computer science teacher started a winter photo contest after arguments ensued about who in the class takes the best photos... not to sound like a douche bag, but I would totally win that contest. There is one guy in my class who has some cool photos but they are all very obviously photo shopped to look good. I don't use photo. I have it but my computer is too shitty to use it effectively. it goes so slow that I lose my patients... I rely on take quality photos with just my camera, photo shopping a photo is like cheating. Sure you need to be somewhat skilled to use photo shop well but it takes a lot more... talent... to take great photos that don't require any 'fixing up'.
So I got the results back on my presentation... an A!!
I'm not sure what the teacher was watching but I in no way thought I did A-work.
Tomorrow morning is my first time off in two weeks. I want to go to bed right now just so I can get to the point where I actually get to sleep past 5.
Ever morning my alarm goes off at 5 and I curse '5 already... mother fucker I'm tired!'.
I look forward to the days after my move where I get to sleep in; it cant come soon enough.
We finally got to see tits in my film studies class... tits in school isn't as fun as tits in the outside world. Even thought it was a room full of "adults" I could tell everyone reacted to it, looking around, some giggles, some shifting in their seats.
I wanted to shout out "TITS TITS!!! HOLY SHIT WE'RE SEEING TITS IN SCHOOL!!! LOOK EVERYONE LOOK!!!" ...we were all thinking it anyways.
at home, at work, at school, out in public... sometimes I just cant help it and don't even notice it.
Out to eat the other day i just starting saying 'fuck' and 'shit' out loud in casual conversation. I didn't notice the young children with their parents at the table next to us. Not until my brother told me to shut up and gave me a you're a horrible person look. A look I'm all to familiar with...
Our waitress did seem to get a bit angry when I said 'fuck' kinda loud. I didn't feel bad about that one cause she seemed like a bitch anyways. It's been a long long smoke-free month. And I quit cold turkey as well... take that addiction!
I still get the urge to go out and have a smoke, but its just way to fucking cold out. I wonder if the urge will ever fade. It's likely that I'll start back up once i move, but only as a social thing (yea right...)
I hate the snow. Say what you will but I wont change my mind about it.
Yes, today it did snow. so much so that I didn't have to go to class and take my programing exam. In all honesty I would have much rather have to class than to have it snow.
As for my presentation yesterday, it went as expected... almost
I got up in front of the class and rambled for what turned out to be 20 minutes, about twice as long as I should have taken... my mouth got so dry it was un-fucking-believable. If you've ever had a phone conversation with me when Iv been drinking (and I know a few who will read this have) then you know how I ramble on and on and on... it was kind of like that just without the fun drunk part.
I had notes to read from but I didn't look at them. I stuttered and I botched words and I talked with my hand... a lot.