I'm Not Wearing Pants.......Really.....
Well I wasn't wearing pants when I began to type this, but now my faithful twinkie pajama pants are clinging to my asscheeks. Anyways, in the last few days that have gone by much has happend. First I'll begin with Election Day 2004. I voted, go me! Sadly my dumbass didn't win the presidency. Yes, that's right, I called Kerry a dumbass. I voted for a dumbass. So if I think Kerry is such a dumbass, then why didn't I vote Bush? Well, when it comes to dumbasses bigger is never better. I didn't vote straight Democrat though, I voted Rebuplican for govenor much to the dismay of my parents and I'm sure to Barney. But what has been done cannot be changed so I don't wanna hear it, well at least not yet.
On another note, work is filled with fucking MORONS. I'm not talking about the people who shop there this time, I mean associates, ones in Layaway with "Suzy Lee" and I. The biggest problem is "Evil Jordan" or......"Swank". What's the problem you may ask? He's a flippin' rat bastard, "I've got the IQ of an ant with downsyndrome", fucktard. Basically he doesn't know how to do his job, ended up losing 37 packages making me have to come into work early the following day and fix it. IT TOOK ALL DAMN DAY. We were down to 11 missing ones by the time I left and I left an hour late! The kicker though is he blamed others for this, people who had been in layaway for over a year. Makes me want to stab him with a twizzler. Now speaking of stabbing things, I stabbed myself the other day at work with a box cutter. Blood went everywhere and "George" was with me so I got babied. It was nice and there was alot of blood.
Today I registered for my classes at Ivy Tech. I'm taking 19 credit hours with 4 of those being for French. I know no French, none! I also didn't really like France when I was there a few years back. Why am I taking French? Because it's better then Spanish, not that I have anything against Spanish. I can speak it, read it, and appreciate it but highschool teachers ruined my wanting to develop the language further in a class room. Picame Senora Castellones. Voy a matarte con un TWIZZLER! Anyways, I'm in Computer Sciences Programming and Analysis for those who don't know I switched majors. Now I got to deal with more fucktards in my "group registration session". It took almost 2 hours for people to understand that you had to make sure you picked classes that did not conflict with other classes you picked. I.E. if you go to math 040 at 9:30 on Monday you can't fucking go to Masturbating Techniques and Safety 101 at the same damn time! It's common fucking sense her people!
"Mickey" and I are taking a little road trip December 2nd to Detroit. We're going to see My Chemical Romance live! Now while I'm on the whole band/music thing I bought 3 cds today. AFI's Nitro Collection, Live's greatest hits + DVD, and A Perfect Circle's eMotive. They all kick ASS! Well I'm not too sure about APC's yet, I haven't had ample time to listen to it all yet, but I like it. I also bought Invader Zim DVD 3! YAY! I <3 Invader Zim... Other purchases consisted of lip rings, an Invader Zim t-shirt, and a girl's shirt. I returned the last two. The Zim one because it had a black line down the print and the other, because I'm a fucking guy who didn't realize it was a girl's shirt until he tried it on and was told so. I'm a moron, I admit it. So I got a Tough Guys Wear Pink shirt instead! And yes, it's pink!
I spent the rest of the night at "George's" house watching Invader Zim for most of it. After awhile "Frank" came home and we were sent upstairs because she didn't want to see us kissing. So upon coming back downstairs, with a bra on my head Lilo and Stitch style, their mom was walking up the stairs. Needless to say there was only one thing to do, pretend nothing was on my head and stick out my tongue. I still don't know if she noticed or not. Then we sat there and watched TV for the rest of the night. Their dad gave me a jar of pickles....I guess that means he's accepting the fact that I'm going to be around ahile. Anyways, I'm tired of typing so I shall go....do stuff.
On another note, work is filled with fucking MORONS. I'm not talking about the people who shop there this time, I mean associates, ones in Layaway with "Suzy Lee" and I. The biggest problem is "Evil Jordan" or......"Swank". What's the problem you may ask? He's a flippin' rat bastard, "I've got the IQ of an ant with downsyndrome", fucktard. Basically he doesn't know how to do his job, ended up losing 37 packages making me have to come into work early the following day and fix it. IT TOOK ALL DAMN DAY. We were down to 11 missing ones by the time I left and I left an hour late! The kicker though is he blamed others for this, people who had been in layaway for over a year. Makes me want to stab him with a twizzler. Now speaking of stabbing things, I stabbed myself the other day at work with a box cutter. Blood went everywhere and "George" was with me so I got babied. It was nice and there was alot of blood.
Today I registered for my classes at Ivy Tech. I'm taking 19 credit hours with 4 of those being for French. I know no French, none! I also didn't really like France when I was there a few years back. Why am I taking French? Because it's better then Spanish, not that I have anything against Spanish. I can speak it, read it, and appreciate it but highschool teachers ruined my wanting to develop the language further in a class room. Picame Senora Castellones. Voy a matarte con un TWIZZLER! Anyways, I'm in Computer Sciences Programming and Analysis for those who don't know I switched majors. Now I got to deal with more fucktards in my "group registration session". It took almost 2 hours for people to understand that you had to make sure you picked classes that did not conflict with other classes you picked. I.E. if you go to math 040 at 9:30 on Monday you can't fucking go to Masturbating Techniques and Safety 101 at the same damn time! It's common fucking sense her people!
"Mickey" and I are taking a little road trip December 2nd to Detroit. We're going to see My Chemical Romance live! Now while I'm on the whole band/music thing I bought 3 cds today. AFI's Nitro Collection, Live's greatest hits + DVD, and A Perfect Circle's eMotive. They all kick ASS! Well I'm not too sure about APC's yet, I haven't had ample time to listen to it all yet, but I like it. I also bought Invader Zim DVD 3! YAY! I <3 Invader Zim... Other purchases consisted of lip rings, an Invader Zim t-shirt, and a girl's shirt. I returned the last two. The Zim one because it had a black line down the print and the other, because I'm a fucking guy who didn't realize it was a girl's shirt until he tried it on and was told so. I'm a moron, I admit it. So I got a Tough Guys Wear Pink shirt instead! And yes, it's pink!
I spent the rest of the night at "George's" house watching Invader Zim for most of it. After awhile "Frank" came home and we were sent upstairs because she didn't want to see us kissing. So upon coming back downstairs, with a bra on my head Lilo and Stitch style, their mom was walking up the stairs. Needless to say there was only one thing to do, pretend nothing was on my head and stick out my tongue. I still don't know if she noticed or not. Then we sat there and watched TV for the rest of the night. Their dad gave me a jar of pickles....I guess that means he's accepting the fact that I'm going to be around ahile. Anyways, I'm tired of typing so I shall go....do stuff.
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