20:19EST-SUN-12/31/2K
- It's about that time. We've been drinking shooters and we're starting to have lots of fun. Unfortunately, half of the Christmas lights we had were burnt out or didn't work for one reason or another. This means that all we have are a measly 1.5 trillion. Aw... We've already covered half the rooms in the house, one tree in the yard, and the entire carport is so wrapped in lights that you can't fall off the side of the porch without a lot of effort and ingenuity. Oh well, I'm going back to the party.
16:54EST-SUN-12/31/2K
- It's almost time. We have been preparing now for this party for about three days straight and we've got everything imaginable except for silly string and a foam machine (Tater would have a stroke if we did that to his house but wouldn't it be fun???). Now all we've gotta do is get everyone over to the party. The quoted time to get everyone over there was "dark" because I didn't want to set any kind of time. Besides, I know people better than to expect them to be punctual. While I was mostly responsible for inviting women to the party, I have made sure we had plenty of guys there to make sure the women aren't completely neglected. Some of the women are saying that they will stop by or make an appearance. I guess this means they won't be drinking. What a crime. Between Lucas and I, we've bought almost two hundred dollars worth of booze in the past three days. There is something like 7 bottles of wine sitting behind me and about that many as well of hard liquor. I'll not even start on the ciders and beers. I told everyone that it was BYOB because Lucas and I are going to be doing -very- well. I don't know. We might share if the ladies are cute and smile at us. Guys are suckers like that aren't they? I love this time of the year. The end and a new beginning. If the christians are correct and the doomsday speakers are also correct, and Jesus comes back to the earth to pass judgement on humanity, that would suck. It would, however, be pretty cool if Tha Man Hisself dropped by for a while too. Wouldn't that be the bomb? "We threw a kick-ass party. Jesus came to our party." That would rule. More likely though it would also finish like "After that, he said we were all sinners and damned us all to hell. At least he said he had a good time while we were there and it killed him to have to do that to us". What if we said we were sorry? Here, have a margarita.
3:50EST-SUN-12/31/2K
- Wow, you get drunk and then get behind a keyboard and start typing in random URLs and then the next thing you know you find things like www.inmyunderwear.com and www.wankers.com. What next?
20:29EST-SAT-12/30/2K
- The end is nigh! When going grocery shopping with Lucas yesterday we were shocked by the new addition to the quarter machines often found by the grocery carts of all grocery stores. You know, that's where you get gum, plastic jewelry, or the most excellent Super Balls! Anyway, we found a big blue monstrosity that sold nothing but Hot Wheels cars. It looked like a vending machine that you would get a Snickers or bag of Doritos from but it was filled with those die-cast little cars for $1.50 a piece. I think Nostradamus predicted the coming of the devil somehow like this. Then again, I never did learn how to read French.
20:22EST-THU-12/28/2K
- Tomorrow I'm going to take enough money to buy a small planet and blow it all at a liquor store. I need booze. I need tons of booze. Why? Because New Years Eve is supposed to be a time for wine and revelry. It's my favorite holiday of the year so I take a camera to remind me of all the things I wish I could remember the next day. Bacchus is a kind god, but he doesn't like us to remember much. I'll probably get a few bottles of my favorite Champaign and a couple bottles of something serious like Aftershock or something like that. I already have a bottle of Jose Cuervo that is large and in charge but most of the time I look at it and cringe because I still remember how unkind it was to me at Regina’s. Anyway, we are all still working to try to top our record of 54 people from the 4th of July party we once had at Patrick’s old house. I might add that he was kicked out of the house as a result of that shindig, but he thinks it was well worth it. Hopefully nobody will get kicked out for this one and there won't be too many cop cars involved. As many times as the cops have been called on me for shooting in the woods, I've gotten to know the local Polezi fairly well. It's a love/hate relationship. They hate what I love. Oh well, more to come.
1:37EST-THU-12/28/2K
- Wow, Patrick and I have been playing Chess every night at work through Outlook and it's been a LOT of fun. I forgot how much I loved this game. It gives me a chance to stop obsessing about Airsoft for a little while or at least gives me something to do when I can't find a discussion board worth blessing with my bandwidth. Patrick is actually quite sneaky. I spend way too much time focusing on the board and strategizing and he just makes seemingly random moves. I plotted out how to take his queen in 5 moves and forgot that he took mine in the very next move because I forgot it was an option. I -really- expected him to take my bishop. Bastard.
15:02EST-MON-12/25/2K
- It is a moral imperative that YOU go and immediately rent/watch/enjoy the movie 'SLC Punk'. It's great fun! I've watched it a number of times now and it reminds me a lot of the 21st chapter of Clockwork Orange (the book, fool) which strangely enough I've only managed to find while referencing English literature. It would appear that all the versions that were printed and released outside of the UK had this chapter omitted. Curious.
12:48EST-MON-12/25/2K
- I forgot to mention earlier the party we went to the other day. It was either Friday or Saturday night. No, I'm pretty sure the party was Saturday night because on Friday, the party was at our place and when I went to Christmas dinner at my fathers, I still had all sorts of crazy crap written on my hand. One such crazy thing was the funniest thing Reda has ever said to me. She said "Dammit man, don't be throwing dicks at the pretty girls". I'll try to control myself next time. Well, maybe not. After several margaritas, that's when the magic begins!
13:20EST-SUN-12/24/2K
- I'm an asshole. I lie, cheat, and steal. Maybe. Maybe not. The reason is this: I am jaded and naturally cannot properly judge my own character. I find it fascinating to discover what other people think of me and who I really am to them. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, but I can learn from each experience. I've read that a persons first impression of you will never be forgotten and that they will continue to react to you according to that initial impression. Everything else they learn about you will merely be added to the persona they have built of you. I wish people could understand me better at times and my journals and this page are attempts to make it so. I meet lots of people who brag about themselves all the time as if they have to tell you that they are a good person to know. I'm pretty sure that we decide if this is true or not in spite of what they say about themselves. Especially if they turn out not to be a good person to know at all. That's a rather unpleasant surprise. This is why I'm an asshole. I start out saying I'm a bad person and then people don't expect much. When I exceed their expectations, it's a pleasant experience. If I fail to live up to my own goals, surely I'm well within the warning I gave when I first met them and they were expecting it. This relieves a lot of stress and performance anxiety when you don't have to live up to someone else’s expectations, just your own. After all, nobody else views you quite as critically as you do (with the exception of maybe your mom or in-laws). Nobody wants to hear someone talking about themselves like they're the best thing since Gore invented the Internet (gag) but listening to someone badmouth them self can be quite amusing at times unless they are fishing for compliments. With that in mind, I'm a crazy son of a bitch with no motivation, goals, stability, kindness, class, manners, faith, reliability, common sense, or mind to speak of. Oh yeah, and I have a 2.143 inch penis on a good day. That's another thing. Listening to someone talk about how brave they are pales in comparison to listening to a guy talk about how big his penis is. Naturally, someone is bound for disappointment. That's why I talk about having a small penis all the time and being no good in bed. When (if) this turns out to be false, it's a pleasant surprise instead of a shame. Patrick and Lucas both understand the wisdom in this and we often try to outdo each other in our public self-defamation. This can be quite amusing at times (like in the back row of a movie theatre while the previews are just beginning and all you hear are three people arguing about who has the smaller penis) and can actually make for light hearted dinner conversation. Sick, eh? 1 g0t5 n0 m4d krazi hax0r 5ki11z, y0. Oh well, it's now time to go have dinner with the family and celebrate this Christmas thing (cringe).
2:01EST-FRI-12/21/2K
- It's amazing what you find while you are surfing online for randomness. I found this site that will allow you to choose to download maps of the world based on different things like minerals, energy consumption, or even religion! I was most impressed by the one about religion. Fascinating. It very much puts things into perspective. Oh look, a balloon! This is a neat balloon. It's one of those long cylindrical ones. Hey, a pen! It's not a sharpie but it'll have to work. :::hums for a few minutes::: There! Now it has a smile and fins. It's a fish. Fishy will now help me do my job. Fishy has a great speaking voice. You should hear it. Fishy goes and gets me coffee with extra sugar and cream. Mmmm... Fishy also makes for a wonderful attachment to a screen that has static on it and works great for stirring coffee. I wish everyone had as good a friend as Fishy. I think I'll give Fishy a new name. How about Cleatus?
22:23EST-THU-12/21/2K
- I like the snow. I like being warm too but all things are best when moderated. I like playing in the snow until it melts and soaks into my clothing and I lose all feeling in my extremities. I like running into a snowdrift and trying to slide down a bank without a sled (just me and my jacket) and frolicking on sheets of ice. I like driving in the snow and trying not to slide into anything. I like building snow men and destroying them with those big red plastic whiffle ball bats while shouting things about the Illuminatus not allowed to send spies into your yard. Then, rebuild the snow man and do it again. I like sitting in front of a fire place/heater/really strong electric blanket sipping on hot apple cider and listening to the radio (more recently I listen to Napster downloads because I hate most everything played on the local radio stations) and trying to be positive that modern music will get better. On a totally unrelated subject, have you ever checked your answering machine to find a bunch of hang-ups and the caller ID shows long distance numbers or nothing at all? I figured out who they are. I slept with the phone by my bed last night and the mystery callers are all people trying to switch you over to MCI or Sprint, or AT&T. I almost don't really need a long distance carrier. Once I get around to configuring my internet connection to manage my long distance calls, I can be long distance free. Yay!
20:07EST-THU-12/21/2K
- I got an interesting email today from my mother. It was a forward about Nostradamus predicting this election (sorta). It reads as follows:
"Come the millennium, month 12,
in the home of the greatest power,
the village idiot will come forth
to be acclaimed the leader."
It then goes on to wish us a happy 2001-2004. What a bargain. I wondered about that and actually did a search on Nostradamus via the web to see if this was true or just a hoax. So far, I've gained more respect for that eccentric frenchman than I had before (which was more than most eccentric frenchmen) but I've not found anything that confirms this prediction yet. The best source I've found online about him yet was this web site that I didn't even finish reading but some well constructed searches revealed nothing with the keywords 'idiot' or 'acclaimed' but there were thousands of references to the word 'power'. My curiosity may drive me to keep searching or my natural ability to get bored with a tangent might just kill it right here and now. If I post anything more about it, you'll know. If anyone can prove that he did say it, let me know and I'll thank you endlessly.
0:32EST-WED-12/20/2K
- Well at last I have SOME peace of mind. Lucas didn't send me the first eCrush but he may very well have sent me the second one. Someone slipped that they sent the first one (unless they're claiming it just to try to be sneaky) so I guess I can rest on that one but now I have that second one to wonder about. Even after entering the info for the first person it still shows that I don't have any matches though. Perhaps it really WASN'T her after all. Perhaps the web site is just fizucked. Perhaps this is all the evil plans of my Arch-Nemesis-And-Couch-Monkey-Room-Mate-Lucas! Perhaps I'm just paranoid. That would explain all the guns around my bed...
21:47EST-TUE-12/19/2K
- I'm really excited about the new cable service we'll be getting in our area. It's supposed to be faster than G. Lite ADSL service. I'm really looking forward to that. In fact, I've already noticed an incredible boost in our existing service. I can now rape with Napster and download all sorts of crazy ware-type-stuff. I came home the other day and Lucas told me that we have a server now that sits in the corner behind the couch. Neat! Apparently he's already got it set up and is running but he hasn't mentioned any pages that it's hosting or how. I'll pick his brain about that tonight if he's still awake when I return. Patrick surprised the hell out of me by spending the last three days cooking a giant ham that we picked up from the store the other day. We went to buy butter and Vaseline but decided to get some other stuff so that it wouldn't look so very odd that two cute guys were in a Krogers at 4 in the morning buying a stick of butter and a tub of Vaseline. The ham was one and it tastes soooo good. When I'm rich and famous, I'll have to hire him to amuse me, fix hams, and emergency peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Oh yeah, I suppose I should remember to finish editing my Hawai'i picture page. It's awful when you have a single web page that is 8mb to load because of all the uncompressed pics all in a row. Heh heh heh...
18:35EST-TUE-12/19/2K
- Dammit. I got another eCrush today. Now I've already listed most of the women I know and even the ones I don't know last names or email addresses but it swears that I don't have any matches. For experimentation sake, I listed myself and it still said I didn't have any matches. I'm beginning to think it's not worth the effort. My resolution? Unsubscribe, delete all my contact lists, and block all traffic from that domain. Problem solved. If someone has a crush on me, they can tell me. I'm a sucker for women who are bold enough to approach me.
5:11EST-SUN-12/17/2K
- HAHAHAHA!!! It's the 4am funnies. Just a couple of minutes ago Patrick and I were standing in the kitchen playing with all the food we bought. A twenty pound ham, some steak, canned foods, and a container of Vaseline (not like that). I was trying to put the Vaseline on the gearbox of my SG-1 rifle and he was trying to baste a ham or something and we were just saying all sorts of stupid things and it was all very funny. We're both exhausted and silly. He said "Roll that beautiful bean footage" and I almost died! ...... I guess you had to be here.
1:25EST-FRI-12/15/2K
- In retrospect, the condos that we stayed in fought with me the whole time. The first one, I bought a huge lasagna that was supposed to be baked and then served 16. I figured I could live on it for a few days. I got back and started dethawing the big boy and two hours later I decided it was time to start preheating the oven. ........at that point I noticed that we had no oven, just a stove. The second place was even worse. It had an oven but it also had a microwave, a toaster, a coffee maker, an electric can opener, a blender, a dish washer, washing machine and dryer as well as some random other things that I'm forgetting about. I thought I was doing great! Coronas are not twist-off though so I started rummaging through the house trying to find a bottle opener. I finally found one of the old fashioned kind that you can use to punch holes in cans and stuff. I grabbed it and took my Coronas to the beach. Once I got there, I discovered that it was broken. The tabs that lift the cap or grip the edge of the can were missing and I didn't notice until I got to the beach and tried to figure out what was wrong. Why won't it pull the cap off my fucking beer? That's why the picture of me on the beach with the beer has so much head. I got back to the condo and was expecting to find an electric bottle opener. No dice. The gods of kitchen appliances and utensils frowned upon me. I can put a can opener on my key chain but I'll have to work on the oven thing...
18:17EST-THU-12/14/2K
- Hunters who would go into the jungle to catch monkeys developed an interesting trap. The way they caught the monkeys was by building a box with transparent sides and a single hole in one end that was just barely big enough for a monkey to stick it's hand in. Inside the box was placed a banana or a shiny object to attract the curious primates. Sooner or later, one would come along and go for the item in the box. Once clutching the prize inside, the monkeys fist would be too large to pull back out of the hole. This was soon followed by lots of screaming, jumping, bouts of violence and other attempts to free itself from the box which is typically chained to a nearby tree to keep from being carried off. When the hunters would return, they would just bag the monkey and cart it off for sale. Why wouldn't the monkey just let go of the prize? Once it got into their minds that the prize was theirs, the thought of letting it go never entered into their minds as an option or at least seemed too unreasonable to lose even with a tranqulizer gun aiming at it. Fascinating, eh? I feel like the monkey with this eCrush thing looming at me. I've started listing every woman I know (and kindly not let them get spammed the same way I had and cause them to get as confused as I have) but so far haven't found anything. They knew my middle name and my most used email address so it cuts down a few people but not many. Maybe it was just Lucas fucking with me... Bastard. I'll get a monkey trap and put a Duron in it.
17:10EST-TUE-12/12/2K
- At long last, I am back home again. I'm sitting in front of my own evil computer with it's temperamental cpu, ram, and beta OS. I've got a Jenos pizza in the oven and I'm tired as hell. I've been awake for almost 37 hours again and fully intend to take a nap and go drinking with friends this evening. In fact, I'll probably go outside and shoot a gun or two so I will feel better. Lucas saved the day by meeting me at the airport with my USP. The whole way back to the house I was field stripping it, fondling it, caressing it, and tucking it into my jacket. I was armed again, and home with my friends. Now all I have to do is get a whole bunch of people to show up for the New Years Eve party and I'll be most pleased. I will start uploading all the pics I took soon and whip up a gallery or something to display the ones I felt like keeping. Of course, I'll have narration for each one too. A picture may be worth a thousand words so I'll try to keep the stories associated with each one to a small paragraph or one liner. For now, I've got to eat this pizza and snooze. I love you all. Even the person who sent me an eCrush and won't tell me who it's from.
20:17EST-MON-12/11/2K
- Decisions decisions decisions... I can't decide on my next gun. Should I get an M16, M4a1, MP5a4, MP5a5, or MP5SD5? Things to consider: great looking after-market parts, compact design for close quarters battles, accuracy at range without being too powerful at close range, ammo capacity, ROF, and battery size. I have such a hard time making a choice from such great options. Oh yeah, there is always this: M134 Mini-Vulcan.
18:04EST-MON-12/11/2K
- I can't wait to get back home. Today we depart for home and I think it's none too soon. I've learned that even with the internet, I begin to miss being home where I can do more. I even miss working overtime so I can get a mad crazy paycheck to spend on booze, guns, and whatever else. It's going to take me about a week or so to finish paying off all this time away from home. I've been starting to get mean, irritable, and jittery. What does this mean? Only one thing. I haven't been able to play with any guns for this whole time. No sex is one thing, and I wasn't getting any at home either so I don't really miss that too much but I DO miss being able to caress the fine polished blue steel of a finely crafted HK firearm. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I miss the security of sleeping with a large frame auto tucked away under my pillow and a rifle so big I can beat down a rabid dog with the stock itself. Gun crazy you ask? Not as much as I used to be. Eyewitnesses say I'm rather calm if not co-dependent. Oh! I just found a note I wrote to myself that I was supposed to write about the night I was drinking. I like Coronas. They are the least nasty of all the beers I've had and it shows in the price. Maybe it's the lime. What really pisses me off sometimes is that they don't have a twist-off top and I keep forgetting. I sit there and try and try to twist off the top fucking up my hand. Usually I cheat and use a shirt, towel, or my leather jacket though because I guess I'm really a wus at heart. While we were drinking, Matt made the comment "Do you know what beer reminds me of? Have you ever eaten Corn Flakes? It reminds me of right after you finish eating them and you breath out your nose." WHAT THE HELL IS HE TALKING ABOUT?
2:12EST-MON-12/11/2K
- Sorry I've been gone for so long, everyone. I went to play with a puppy. While I was out, I went to two beaches (one on the north side and another on the south side), got piss drunk (did you know Elvis was born on January the 8th, 1935?) and passed out after trying unsuccessfully to get into the swimming pool after hours. The next day we went to a Luau where I got a ton of pics (and will upload them soon, I swear!) and then crashed again. I'm sure I did more stuff but I can't remember them. Today I went to see the "sacred seven pools" that turned out to not only not be sacred, but there wasn't even seven. I got a few pics there too including one which (unfortunately) has a guy in his tighty whities. Later, he asked me to take a pic of him for his collection. Weirdo. I just got back a couple of hours ago and missed a wonderful program on the Discovery channel about the Liberty Space Station. Now, I'm finally able to update this page after eating my $30 pizza from the Hut. Expensive? Yup. McDonalds meals run almost $7. I never did find the puppy to play with. Maybe I'll find one tomorrow before we leave for home. I'm soooo missing home. Getting back will be the highlite of my day. Unfortunately, that won't be until Tuesday. The forward of today was when I got home and my prayers were answered. I had email! People really DO love me! To prove it, I got an eCrush. I was very excited but that was two hours ago and I still don't know. They make people sign up and list people who they like. If you list someone who has listed you, they let you know that there is a match and that's just the start. So, this means that someone has listed me but I haven't the slightest idea who. I can either list every woman I know and hope I find out (which will take forever) and hope it is someone I know or else it will be someone who knows -of- me. Oh well. I'll try plan A and hope a puppy crosses my path soon.
10:32EST-THU-12/7/2K
- Today was the day the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor in 1941. I'm not sure what to say today. Yesterday was interesting and kinda cool but I never got around to updating the page. I'm sure someone noticed. Well, not likely. Anyway, I managed to rent Dune and watch it again. I feel less tainted by the foul Sci-Fi interpretation. Why couldn't they just show the 6 hour version again? Oh well. In talking to Lucas, we've decided to continue working on his long overdue project. The Male Handbook. It's like the boy scout handbook but it doesn't have as much wilderness stuff in it like how to construct a lean-to but where it leaves off there, it more than makes up for it in tidbits on dating and drinking. Two things that we know really well. Ok, one thing that we know really well and the other we wish we could do more often. I'm not telling you which is which. We should have it done by either the end of the day or the end of the month. I'm not sure. I'm pretty motivated but being the infamous Tangent Man, I may very well get started on another project and forget all about it. Oh yeah... I should be working on it right now but I'm updating this page aren't I? Ok, I've gotta go then while it's still on my mind and I'm not reading my book again. Here, check this out: Lucas's Collected Quotes.
23:25EST-TUE-12/5/2K
- Maui. I'm flabbergasted. This is nothing like Honolulu. Actually, at times it reminds me a lot of several parts of south Florida. The rest of the time it reminds me of just about every tropical paradise story I've ever read. Granted, it's not many, but still this is coming from a guy who has had a fascination with the Swiss Family Robinson story. I've seen some of the most kick ass trees around here that would be so much fun to climb but the most the local cops will allow us to do is lounge beneath them. It would be awesome to live in a tree house like the Robinsons. Perhaps that's just linked to my boyhood fantasies about tree houses and stuff. I really like this island. Tons of beaches and almost no people around on them. Soon I'll realize my beach/Corona/beer dream. Getting the Corona was the hardest part. Well... Not really. Ever since we arrived here in HI, neither of us have been carded once. We've bought booze on just about every single day from countless bars and stores (including the airplane down here where they didn't card us either). I've only had to pull out my license when I get to an airport to prove I'm Leloo Dallas with a Multipass and the same when I rent cars. I wonder if I'll be able to go the full 16 days without using my ID once for booze. Sadly, I also haven't seen the other half of our group since we've gotten here and just barely receive emails from them. I was led to believe we'd be vacationing together but I guess not. It really casts a shadow on the whole trip. Oh well, I've got a magic beer around here that allows me to see in the dark!
22:45EST-MON-12/4/2K
- I went to see Pearl Harbor today. I got several pictures. It was a very somber experience. I was honestly expecting there to be a lot more boat wreckage but apparently they salvaged or restored most of the ships there. The movie they showed us before taking us out to the wreckage was pretty brutal. I realized that almost half the people watching the movie with us and going to the wreckage were Japanese. Wow. Many laid flowers. Intriguing.
22:29EST-MON-12/4/2K
- So far, I've seen just about every kind of vehicle stretched into a limo. Just for Patrick, I would like to get a picture of a stretched Corolla.
22:10EST-MON-12/4/2K
- I finished the second book in the Wheel of Time series (The Great Hunt by Robert Jordan) last night and I was so impressed by this one scene in the end of the book where Ingtar has his moment of clarity and begs for salvation and then does his Sheathing the Sword thing against the Seanchan. I won't go into more detail because of all the people who have not had the great luck of reading these books. When I was in summer school one year, T2 was in the theatre. I wanted to go see it so bad but I had to go make up for the English classes that I sucked at all my life. A friend of mine was supposed to have been there with me but he was noticeably absent the day the move came out. He showed up after the class was over and told me that the terminator died in the end. I was sooooo mad. Fucker ruined the movie for me. I don't talk to him anymore. He was always doing retarded stuff like that. Now I've got to bum the 3rd book from someone. Preferably a cute lady, but I might just borrow it from Vern instead.
21:50EST-MON-12/4/2K
- Last night I watched the Sci-Fi channel's remake of the Frank Herbert masterpiece, Dune. This was an incredible mistake on their part for trying to remake a movie that set standards won several awards, and is studied by film students around the world who aspire to be great film makers. It was also an incredible mistake on my part to willingly suffer through two hours of heresy. The lines were poorly delivered with no emphasis on the situation, none of the background was explained, key information that is necessary in understanding the plot and characters are omitted, the scenery was decent and beautifully computer rendered in some places but are a travesty to the visions of a universe already given to us in the original movie. They didn't even introduce Dr. Yuweh until after he had betrayed house Atreides and then completely failed to elaborate on why he did it or how he intended to capitolize on it. I'm mad that they portrayed house Harkonnen as being unmistakably Asian. They play part two tonight and I fully intend to give it a miss. Paul sucks, Duncan is a chump, Gurney is old and not Patrick Stuart, Leto is old and useless, Jessica is still hot but not cool enough to be a Bene Gesserit (and they completely fail to explain the significance of that school, especially as it pertains to Paul), the stillsuits look like homeless rags, the sandworm was cool but unlikely, half the characters are missing, and every single powerful scene from the original great movie were pitifully done. Again, I'm infuriated that such a heresy has been committed, but I'm also ashamed to have been witness to it. Matt hasn't seen the original great movie and so I kept having to explain history and keep from crying because this will be how he remembers Dune from now on. Sci-Fi Channel, fuck you!
3:45EST-MON-12/4/2K
- I was offered a job down here last night while we were out drinking. When I say last night, I mean Saturday night. It's still Sunday down here. Matt and I were out drinking our asses off at our new favorite bar and spending almost a hundred dollars again and this time we didn't order a dinner to go with it. After doing some additional math, I now figure that if I am going to spend that much on booze again, I'm going to get the filet mignon too. Damn, that was GOOD. This place (the Sand Piper?) has the best bartenders including Fernando and Matt. The hostesses are cute as hell, and the atmosphere is kinda cool in a Jimmy Buffett/Banana Republic kinda way. We learned why Coronas were served with limes in them from Fernando as well as some really good shooters. You see Coronas are imported from Mexico (duh) and down there they would recycle the bottles with huge deposit returns like when you take a keg back to get refilled. Apparently, there was a lot of talk about them not washing them before refilling the bottles. No, the lime wasn't to kill germs. Citric acid is far more capable of supporting bacteria than alcohol. The reason was that the company had to figure out a way to get the lime out of the bottles and so they developed a way of washing that took it out. Neat, eh? Who knows if it's true. I find that it tastes better after you do the lime ritual. I swear! I still don't think I'll stay and take the job. The cute girls are nice and all but I've got too much money wrapped up in all the stuff I've got back home. I love my car too much. I began to hate Atlanta because all my friends (most anyway) still lived in Oak Ridge and likely I'd have the same problem living down here.
1:00EST-MON-12/4/2K
- OH MY GOD! I almost forgot about New Years Eve this year! This is my favorite holiday of the whole year and I usually go out of my way to plan for it several months in advance. Indeed, I have been working too much if I have come this close to the best party of the year without my going out of my way to plan stuff. I will not allow this to go on any further. I start the spamming immediately! All women are invited (except Caryn because she's psycho and would do the world a favor by being found rotting in a ditch somewhere).
23:37EST-SUN-12/3/2K
- Movie. Final Destination. The bus. Wow.
20:11EST-SUN-12/3/2K
- Too... much... sun... Gothic people shouldn't get this much sun. It hurts. The sun has never been a great friend of mine (often being the main sobering force in my life) and once again it's struck a blow to me. Whilst skin diving again yesterday I apparently spent too much time under this foul entity. Oh, Ra, why do you beleaguer me so? Ah well, snorkeling under the moonlight would be considerably more dangerous and coral reefs would not be nearly as entertaining without a bright sun I guess. Still, I believe sun block to be the Devil's spooge. I'm not going to rub that into my skin. Yech! While I'm not on the subject, I found out that another one of my friends is getting married. Re-married actually. In fact, pretty soon half the people I know will either have been married or are still married. Most of these people are much younger than I am. It almost puts things into perspective until I think about it more and come to several realizations (again). First, I still think of myself as only being 19 even though I haven't been carded the entire time I've been here in Hawaii. I've been drinking every single day and never had to pull out my driver's license. Second, I can't maintain a successful relationship for more than 3.5 months. The last woman I dated was almost two years ago now. Four, did I mention the high percentage of all the people I know who are already divorced? If I ever get married, I want it to be "the one". It's almost a thing of fantasy these days but nobody ever said I wasn't an idealist. I still don't believe in love at first sight (lust maybe). Soul mates? The numbers don't match up. My sexual astrology book says that I won't manage to have a lasting relationship with any of the other signs (that I've found). I'm too much of a child at heart I guess. Boisterous, loud, obnoxious sometimes, arrogant, insecure, sporadic, and self contradicting at times, and always changing. Speaking of sporadic, I really would like some cheese right now. I can't find Gloucester anywhere but I'm sure I can find some Colby sharp somewhere. Every three meters here, there is an ABC Store. It's kinda like a mix between a convenience store and a random K-Mart. Every one I've been in has a different mix of stuff. In fact, K-Mart is a poor match. Big Lots is more likely except the prices are much higher. Walk into one and find stuff but in another one, they'll have different stuff. If you don't find what you're looking for in the first one, hop into another one and see if that one has it. Many of them have a small selection of food too. I swear, there are TOO MANY of these stores. Vast amounts. Vast. I stood in one and could see two more just from where I stood. Cheese. Right. BRB.
21:27EST-SAT-12/2/2K
- Although the time above indicates that I write this at 9pm, it's actually only 4:30 here in Hawaii. Evey day I'm here I begin to love it more and more. James has threatened to find me a job and a woman while I'm down here. I've already found a place to play Airsoft and I see more and more beautiful women but I don't dare approach them. I'm not sure what I'm more afraid of. The rejection (which I suffer well enough every other day of my life) or a miracle happening and meeting the woman of my dreams. In a few short days, I'll leave all this behind and return to my glorious life in east Tennessee. Every night I've been here I have had nightmares that I'm not living up to my potential. It's awful. In spite of that, I still like sleeping late. Damn, my hair is fried. I think I'm going to get another hair cut when I get home. Right now my skin is darker than my hair. I kinda like it though. Maybe once I get home and have access to my expensive hair care stuff, things will get better. Not swimming in salt water every day will probably help out too. I still want to see Pearl Harbor (what with the 7th coming up pretty quick) and maybe a volcano while I'm on this island. I'd still like to go scuba diving some time. I've been skin diving all day and yesterday as well. Yesterday I ran into several Moray Eels but as long as they stayed under their rocks, I was fine. I turned back when the fourth eel couldn't fit all of itself under the rock so it just wrapped around the rock several times. Not good. Luckily, I didn't piss it off too badly and I always make sure to remove all my precious shiny objects before going out into the water. I -really- dislike barracudas. Luckily, I'm safely behind the keyboard again though so I'm happy.
18:15EST-FRI-12/1/2K
- Going through one of the bags I brought looking for socks, I found one of my really old journals. At first I thought it was one that I scrawled in the back of a SOLAR spell book but apparently it's full. Now I'm curious where that spell book went. It's the one I stole from a 4th level character with too much money for his own good. Anyway, I started to read through the first couple of pages and I never can get over things like that. Have you ever seen something you did years ago and it shed a whole new light on who you thought you were? You then start to think "if I was different then when I thought I was, how different am I now than I think I am?". I'm going to finish reading that journal and see what it was all about. I'll probably reprint some of the stuff I wrote in it because most of the entries were from a very emotionally turbulent time where I came to several revelations and would wake up in the middle of the night with a desire to write. Patrick read one of my journals once and he said it gave made him see me in a whole new light and give him more respect for me. I almost thought he was going to hug me or something, but luckily he didn't. M.A.S.H. is such a great show! Well, it's now December. I think I'm going to go to the beach now. Hopefully I can get some diving done while I'm out.
4:12EST-FRI-12/1/2K
- While it's now December back home, it's still November here in Hawaii. I'm drunk (very) and having to spend the vast majority of my time correcting my spelling. We went out to the beach and walked up and down it until we found a cool bar. We found one called the Barefoot Bar and I'm glad I was wearing combat boots because not only was it not full of people who were barefoot, everyone there was either wearing white sneakers (which I haven't owned a pair in years) or sandals (which I haven't owned since I lived in Key West). It wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't so damned crowded. Man, it was really difficult to just find a place to squeeze into the bar but once we were there it was almost impossible to spend money on booze because of the three bar-tenders none of them paid any attention to the two of us (in spite of my being a real loud bastard that usually gets more attention than I want). I drug Matt to another bar which was much closer to our room and we were very pleased with it. The guy working the bar there was very helpful and I wound up ordering my first Filet Mignon (spelling?). It was so damned good! I swear, you can tell if something is good by whether or not you can cut it with a fork. I could cut my steak with a fork! They brought out a plate full of beef and pointed at the grill. At the grill, you covered it with whatever seasoning you wanted and let it sit there and get nice and brown. I managed to burn my meat, eat some pasta, found another kick-ass bread, and spent a lot of time staring out to the dark sea since it was nice and dark out. I still didn't manage to cook my meat all the way through but it was SOOOOO good!!! I'm now spoiled. If I ever spend less than $20 on a meal that includes steak, I'm going to be disappointed. Damn, I just can't convey how good this was! I've got to do this again. In fact, after talking to Matt, he says that going on cruises are even less expensive and equally enjoyable. If any sexy ladies would like to go on a cruise with me to the Bahamas, just email me and include your name, pic, sign, and list of fetishes. I think a trip like that would be just so much more enjoyable with a really hot woman to share it with. No, Matt isn't a sexy woman but I'm still having fun. I've seen more Japanese women here than anywhere else. Figures. It's just a short hop from Japan to this place and it shows in many details of their society here. I keep pointing little things out to Matt. Example: the first shopping center we came to had a very elitist shooting club on the top floor and you could watch the firing lanes from the walkway out front. The walkway was crowded with Japanese people and I would have gone in and shown them how an experienced shooter handles a gun. There were several things that dissuaded me though. First off, there are no guns allowed in Japan or China and so Hawaii is the closest place people can go to play with guns (and to a lesser extent, gold but that's not for me) so every word in the place was written in Japanese. I don't know Japanese (not for a lack of trying) so that was my first strike. Second, every weapon they had was in .22LR so even though ammo would probably be inexpensive (compared to my .45 back home) it would still probably be unbearable in price once you added range time. I was still really interested in finding a place which sold Airsoft stuff (which I did) and especially interested in finding some place where I could find some sun glasses. It is really friggin' bright down here! I walked around listening to Christmas carols and seeing Christmas trees but I was sweating my arse off in a white outfit! I bought some shorts and a T-shirt so tomorrow will be better. I hope. We watched Unbreakable and I was a little bit disappointed, but for the amount of media coverage, it got, I couldn't be too disappointed. I guess. Weird movie. Anyway, we meandered around for the rest of the night and are now back at the room. Did I mention how friggin' many ABC Stores there are around here? I swear! At no point can you stand in one place and not see at least one. There are so many of them, you can stand in one and see another very VERY close by. Sometimes as close as across the street. It's like a convenience store but they carry more stuff. If they don't have what you want in one of them, take three steps to the next one and maybe they'll have it there. I stopped three times in the same one because I kept finding something I needed. Shorts, razors, a beach towel, snorkel, etc etc etc. Oh well, I think I'm going to be very drunk and pass out now. God bless spell checking!!!
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