My days fill up. I keep busy. I'm lame. Three reasons why I have been slacking off in terms of blog posts. World of Warcraft is taking my computer time away from blogging.
I had to drive back to my old college yesterday after class to have my final transcript sent to the college that I currently attend; something that apparently can't be done over the phone. It took me an hour to get there and 3 minutes to do what I needed to have done. Fanfuckingtastic. Being closer to my home town than to where I stay now I drove home to see what was up and was right off sucked into doing some more remodeling work for most of the night. Not wanting to stay the night and leave the next day (today) cause it was supposed to rain like a motherfucker (which it did), I decided to drive back at 3 in the morning and go eat breakfast with Nicole who was finishing off her 12 hour shift. Coffee was my friend... We got back to her apparent and I was oddly awake. Cause I'm so nice I got out of bed to let her sleep, came on my computer and played World of Warcraft for 3 hours (give or take). I felt like an insomniac. Oh, we made sushi. Not only was it sushi, but it was fucking good sushi! I was surprised at how easy it really was to make but more surprised that it was actually good and tasted like sushi. It was nothing real fancy, a cali roll and some other things that didn't really have a name.
Nicole: "Do you want some breakfast before you go?"
Nate: "No thanks, I'll just make something in my room before class."
I should have eaten at her place after all. I went to my room before class and 'attempted' to make a cup-o-noodles. In the process of making them I splashed boiling hot water on my finger which caused me to throw the cup across the room and fill the hall with loud expletives.
The burn looks really weird and it blistered. On the up side I got out of doing me speech for a couple days. I went to class after the incident and told my professor that my finger was 'killing me' and that I wanted to leave and put some ice on it. She let me go... good thing too because I wasn't totally ready. My computer is now all set up at Nicole's seeing is that I spend most of my time here rather then in my dorm room. So now I have no reason to not blog.
I'm going to attempt to make sushi tomorrow night. We went out and bought the rolling mat and sea weed wrap the other night. I have no idea how to make it so it should be interesting.
Last night was To Catch a Predator night only that Predator wasn't on, instead it's now To Catch an ID Thief. This was a bit of a let down but my buddy and I drank anyways. When I got back to Nicole's, still feeling the effects of the vodka, my eyes started to itch so I popped in a couple allergy pills. This turned out to not be my greatest idea ever. The combination of the alcohol and the pills led to a completely fucked up Nate, one who passed out really early and has only hazy memories from the night. At least my eyes didn't itch anymore...
Iv been slacking off again. Photos, blogging, work in general. But I have been going out and having fun.
Saturday Nicole and I decided to ride the bus around town so I could see where they all go and where else I could pick up job applications. Instead of looking for places we just rode to walmart to get some cigarettes that's when I decided that I wanted to make her dinner that night but quickly realized that my culinary skills were lacking and all I could really think to make was tacos... so that's what I made and I an say with no ego that they were awesome!
After our delicious taco dinner we went out and I got to meet some of her old high school friends who were all really cool, musicians, gamers... a good crowd.
It was long over due for changing the breaks on my car and how that I finally did my car no longer shakes when I stop... only when I drive over 55 mph. Caboose, Nicole's cat, loves to sleep right next to my head. So in the middle of the night when I roll over I get a face full of cat and a meow that I translate as "Dude, what the fuck!?"
I'm currently reformatting Lloyd's computer. Well, actually it's MY computer seeing is that he hasn't paid me for it yet. "
"Hey Nate, didn't just just reformat that computer a couple months ago?"
Why YES! YES I DID!! But Lloyd got a nice juicy virus that my outdated anti-virus software couldn't take care of. And because I'm one of two people in this whole fucking town who know how to reformat a computer the job fell upon me; that and I'll do it for free cause he's my brother. But I still get to give him shit for it. He only had the computer 2 months and he fucked it all up. Nice work Lloyd...
Not like it's hard to reformat a computer, it just takes a while...
I'm home for the week. Back to work, making a little money, catching up with the family. I miss work a little and was happy to get back to doing what I know how to do well. Not that I'm taking pride in that; anyone could do what I do... farm work is easy. I had to go to the store today and pick up some new breaks for my car. They have gotten so bad I'm kinda afraid to drive it anywhere. Oh, and my driver side window is all fucked up and yesterday while coming home from work it went down and would not go back up... at all. So that's lovely. You want good pizza you need to make it yourself. Fuck Dominos, fuck PizzaHut, their pizza is shit compared to the one Nicole and I made. Coming home felt weird. I haven't been back in a few weeks now and I didn't really want to come back. Don't get me wrong, it's great seeing me family and catching up. But I didn't really have much of a reason to come back home other than to make a little bit of money. To be honest if my car weren't being a totally fuckerhead I'd likely have driven back up to Nicole's for the night. Oh, a little up date on those two kids from my hometown (one being my former neighbor) that murdered the Nebraska couple. They both got two back-to-back life sentences! The girl is 18 and the guy is 20 and they will be spending the remainder of their long lives in prison. Serves them right. The couple they murdered (for no reason) had kids, one of which found their dead bodies...
Nicole and I got nice and dressed up and went out on the town. Dinner (sushi) and a movie (300). I even wore a tie. I never wear ties. Not since my vacation in Winnipeg have I had sushi that damn good. There were old people sitting at a table close to us who didn't seem to quite fit in at the sushi place. Then again we were the only ones who looked like we just got back from a wedding or high school dance. I look like I'm ten years old in that photo. Fuck that was good food... For those of you who never had sushi before you are totally missing out. Most people I come across hate sushi but they are the ones who have never tired it before. I guess the thought of raw fish just doesn't sit well with some. We couldn't get into to movie right away so we walking into the arcade next to the theater. All dressed up and surrounded by children running a muck and people playing DDR while my inebriated older brother kept text messaging me. What a romantic evening. 300 was really good. Lots of fighting and blood, some tits, people in fucking up masks and a hunchback. Couldn't have been better really... The guys sitting behind us on the other hand being totally fucking annoying. Annoying to the point that my head exploded and got all over Nicole's dress. So that didn't really happen, but it was close to that... I went out and picked up a couple job applications for some local hotels. One lady told me they are looking for a part time person to work the front desk at night. That is EXACTLY what I'm looking for, so tomorrow I'm turning in the application and going to see if there is someone I can talk to about the job. After a little job hunting I have to head home for the remainder of the week to make some money at my old job so I can go out for sushi more often.
So how do Nicole and I spend a day where neither of us have anything to do? We sit at our computers and play World of Warcraft in her living room while I watch Battlestar Galactica. Can you think of anything more nerdy? Cause I can't... It was great.
I'm tired. A lack of sleep combined with exam stress has completely wore me the fuck out. Although, I do have a very good reason why I haven't been getting much sleep, but I wont get into that now. Nicole and I aren't really all that good at falling asleep, even when we both have to be up early the next morning...
A good thing about the class that I dropped yesterday is that I get to sleep in even later on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I only have one class those days now, but it's statistic so that enough to fry my mind for one day. What possible sex act could a woman preform that involves a cat and whipped cream? Some pervert on Dateline's To Catch a Predator wanted 14 year old girl to preform such an act. Another man came to have a sexual encounter with a 14 year old boy and brought his 6 year old son along with him. Others are into water sports and bondage, all involving young boys and girls. Many are parents themselves, some are teachers, community figures, men of the church. Some in their 20s some in there 60s and all the ages in between. All coming to a house where they believe a young teen to be all alone.
Every week my buddy Ryan and I watch the show and have a good laugh at the stupid shit these guy's do. But when I think about what is really going on I feel sick. Every week there is a fresh group of pedophiles walking into Dateline's trap, some even watch the show themselves. This is just one house in one city at one time. How many houses and how many cities do these acts happen for real, where no camera sees and no one is there to help?
These people shouldn't get a trial, some are even multiple offenders; parole doesn't seem to work to well. All that's needed to cure these men from their perversion is a bullet to the head. Iv resorted to posting old photos. I need to start remembering my camera more often. And my posts need to have photos, if I couldn't upload any I probably wouldn't even write anything...
I just dropped one of my econ classes. One that I need to get into the school of business. The school of business that I will no longer be attending.
I'm not dropping out, and I'm not putting school off. I'm just not going for business anymore.
So what WILL I be getting a degree in? As of now that has yet to be decided but I know that business just wasn't my thing. The new Modest Mouse album is coming out next week! I already pre-ordered it on iTunes and got one of the already released songs and if the rest of the album is as good as the one songs sounds then this is going to be one hell of a listen.
I play World of Warcraft. Nicole got me hooked. 30 minutes to kill before class... play WoW. Have to study for mid-terms, write a paper, or prepare for a speech... fuck it, play WoW. It becomes an addiction...
Me, passed the fuck out in Nicole's bed. Stomach contents: not a dam thing. (Photo by Nicole)
On nights were I'm not too intoxicated to speak our presleep talks have been quite interesting and informational. For instance, things one should NOT yell when orgasming (Given that they are having sex; what you do alone in your room is your own business.)
While screaming or moaning in passion the following things are not appropriate:
The 30, the 20, the 10... TOUCHDOWN!!!
And the kick... GOAL!!!
Prayers (of any religion)
Their roommate's name
An actual marriage engagement
Scatting (Jazz singing in which improvised, meaningless syllables are sung to a melody.)
and the list goes on...
Apparently scatting during sex at any point isn't cool, no one ever told me... I'm giving a speech on war-torn African children in my communications class some time after spring break and my goal is to make someone cry. I think that if I can pull that off that I'll ace it.
One more week until break starts. I'm finally going to start looking for a job around town. Hotels, bars, strip clubs, etc. Also I'll be going home for a few days to work on my parent recent remodeling project and to teach the Lloyd how to fuck with html coding so I have have to do it all for him. I'm a good brother, but a lazy one...
The squad car kept circling around the block and I couldn't even walk. I slipped on the ice and couldn't get back up.
"Take another!" ... "Take another!" ... Ugh, no more... ... "Well, I guess one more couldn't hurt."
I was wrong, one more could hurt, one more did hurt. It all left my system in the form of the food I had recently eaten. I was embarrassed, shouldn't have been, but I was. I hate drinking to the point where I'm incapable of walking or keeping food inside me where it belongs. We toasted to moderation, and to peach schnapps... Moderation, that's funny. Nothing was in moderation, especially the peach schnapps.
The cop car pass by right as I was standing out side of the car saying adios to the cheeseburgers I had for dinner but fortunately for me I went unnoticed. "We should get out of bed..." "Yea..."
thirty minutes later
"We should get out of bed..." "Yea..."
This goes on for a couple hours. It's hard to get out of bed when there is no reason to. My hunger got the best of me so we went out for breakfast (at noon).
Nicole doesn't have an alarm clock (or any clocks) in her room. So I got her one. It's more for me really, I like to know what time it is. Especially when I know I have to get going to class in the morning... I was wearing her AC/DC shirt. I felt a bit emo wearing girls clothes but it's AC/DC so fuck it... plus my clothes smelled like smoke and spilled drinks.
I haven't noticed until just now that Iv recently surpassed my 600th post. 600 posts of wasted youth. 600 posts of nothing better to do. 600 posts of me talking about whatever it is that I talk about. 600 posts of pure drivel, gobbledygook, twaddle, balderdash, and poppycock (thank you thesaurus.com). I was on the campus radio station again last night so of course I had talk about my blog and lie about how cool and popular it, like me, is (it, like me, really isn't).
Afterward I walked to Nicole's apartment which is practically a 2 mile hike... Actually it's more like 3 or 4 blocks from the station but because it was so fucking cold out last night it seemed a lot farther; and I'm just lazy and would rather be driven places in the winter.
I believe Iv started getting used to sleeping in the same bed with someone because I don't recall waking up in the middle of the night last night.
Oh, and apparently I snore sometimes... but not bad, I hope. I feel like such a trend-setter lately. First Lloyd starts a blog and now Nicole has as well. She's one of the few people in this world who can match my sarcasm, not to mention put up with me.
During lunch the other day we somehow got on the subject of clones and whether or not fucking one's own clone would be considered masturbation or some from of homosexual incest. I went the masturbation route, but it's all on how you look at it I guess. Also, If you were to kill your clone (or lets say you're stuck in some weird time shift and there are two of you in the same time period, ie Back to the Future II) is that murder, suicide or a murder-suicide?
These are the things we discuss... I had my AA meeting thing on Tuesday and I just so happened to have to speak with the dean of students. No intimidation there. It's not even worth getting into...
After a couple months in this place I finally get around to putting up some posters on my wall. So now my room doesn't look like some plain white walled prison cell. No, now it's a white walled prison cell with a Radiohead poster hanging up...
Ryan: "Hey, if you could be reincarnated as anything what would it be?"
Nate: "I dunno... a tampon...?"
*laughter ensues for roughly 5 minutes*
Ryan: "Dude, that's just wrong..."
Truth be told I don't really know what I would want to come back as. Probably a house cat. What do those things do all day!? They lay around, eat, sleep, pee in a box of sand... they have it fucking made! And here I am being all human and shit. House cats don't worry about finding a job or writing an essay; I'm not ever sure if cats are capable of worry... lucky fuckers. It has been brought to me attention that I don't make post long enough and I guess that's true. There is a lot I could say and talk about that I just don't have the energy/talent to write on here. Also, as Iv stated before I'm not a huge fan of uber long blog posts, mainly because I have ADD and it's hard to hold my attention.
If I keep making short posts I'll most likely end up doing multiple posts each day... or not. The Lloyd (my younger brother) has started a blog of his own. They grow up so fast don't they? One day they are myspacing and facebooking and the next they start a real blog. I'm so proud...
How will he compare to me? He wont, because as much as he tries I will always be the cooler brother. But even slightly less cooler than me is still pretty mother fucking cool. But everyone should still totally comment him to death.
Welcome to the wide wild world known as the blogosphere Shit Lips (it's a term of endearment... don't judge me I'm a good older brother) .
I had a fun time on my birthday and now I need to go to an alcohol meeting today for a one-on-one with some sort of alcohol counselor. So that should be a hoot.
My midterms are over for the day. How did I do? I have no idea... Did I study? Kind of, I tried to... If I failed my stats test will I drop the class? Fucking right I will... My bed here in my dorm room is full of shit (school papers, books, clothes, etc.). I been sleeping at Nicole's the past couple nights so there hasn't been much motivation to keep it tidy. Somewhere under all that mess is a small bed and I think that when it comes time to sleeping on it I'm just going to be lazy and sleep on all the stuff... or on the dirty floor, I haven't decided yet.
"Alright now if you could all just pass your social injustice essays up to the front we'll continue with the lecture..."
Oh fuck... That got my attention. I didn't do mine. In fact I totally, 100%, forgot about it. As I looked around at everyone else hanging there papers in I quickly wondered if I wrote any past essays that I could turn in place of it. There weren't any.
There are two midterms tomorrow in my econ classes. I already have enough shit to do with out having to write a whole paper by the end of the day.
So how do I spend my time? I write a blog post about how I don't have time.