Let Me Clear My Throat

Right, Ok so it's been a while. There's so much to say, so to keep this post down to a respectable size I have Taken a sleeping Pill.

First off Mtv---the love and hate of my life. As far as I'm concerned The Real World is it's only saving grace. Why? Because I've witnessed two extremes that I could care less about, and that left me wondering, should I blog about it?
First off "My Super Sweet Sixteen." HOLY SHIT YOU SPOILED RICH TWATS!!! Flown in by helicopter? Carried in by slaves? Its the most important non event in someone's life. A sweet sixteen is shit. Yeah, I don't have money, or a shitload of friends so I'll never know what a party with 1000 guests would be like in a trendy night club. But you know what, that shit would never fly where I'm from. I was nowhere near the coolest kid in High School, but I know what I would have done. If some rich snob had the audacity to pass around invites to people in front of other people they snubbed (i.e. because they were freshmen) and I was there, I would forcefully vomit on those trendy bitches, just so they could run home and cry about how a loser puked on them and how they had a bad hair day.

Moving right along. Mtv, do you have no shame? "Made" isn't a show showing nice deeds done to deserving losers. It's exploitation of losers. For real, you take these poor, pimply bastards who never had an once of attention their entire pubescent years and walk around filming them. I'm nice, so I don't laugh, but believe you me, on a bad day, I could watch a "Made" marathon for hours and get a hernia from laughing so much. I know it's sad to make fun of others misfortunes, but this is bread and circus just like Jerry Springer. The worst is when the cool kids act nice and the loser thinks its because they've finally "made" it. Hell no you dumb fuck its because the cool kids are like "hey, lets get on camera."

Ok, so job search is going. Neither shitty nor successful. It's been a while for me (about three weeks) but other people tell me it could take months. Serge says something will break. Hopefully he's right.

Haven't smoked weed in about a month, I'm tempted and a pal of mine that works for a hugh corporation passes the piss tests all the time, and he assures me I'll be ok if I follow his techniques. I'll think about that.

Saw a girl from the neighborhood that also had some classes with me in college. We got to talking, and somehow started chatting about computers (does that make us geeks?) and she passed on a shitload of software to me. Macromedia flash 5, Dreamweaver, some Adobe stuff, etc.... Props to her, Good looking out.

I put up a comic type story at rexojunkies, so far the response has been good, check it out peeps tell me if I should keep going.

Lastly, I've been working on a list to post of all the albums I own. This is the stuff you do I guess when you have time on your hands and you use a college degree for toiletpaper. So hopefully I'll have it up in about a week.

I've been listening to an album called "Novena on a Nocturne" by The Good Life. It's about five years old, but somehow I missed it. I can say, it's one of the best albums I've listened to in a long while. Maybe it's just indicative of how I'm feeling at this point in my life. Anyways I'm waiting for the day, and I know its coming soon, when all the music from the 90's makes it's way to classic rock stations. Wow that would be a mind fuck that makes me feel old.