March 15, 2006
Ugh, I'm done...
I think I need a mental vacation. People who I either don't really like or am indifferent about are really just bugging me. People who I like are starting to bug me too (No, not all of you.). It's not like I'm getting burned out at work or anything. Maybe I should rename this hypothetical vacation as a social vacation.
I'm just getting so tired of the lack of respect that people give others, whether it's me or something I see between other people. I would like to think that I'm not one of those people disrespecting others, but maybe I am and I don't know it. The only reason I feel like I'm not is because I find myself being disrespected a lot. And just to point it out, I'm not even talking about anything major. These thing could be a small as someone asking me to do something and I don't get a "please" or a "thank you" in return.
Another thing that falls into this is teasing when I'm not up for it. Now most of the time, I can take it and dish it out and not really care. But it seems like if you tease someone and they don't look too happy or don't play along or tease back, you probably shouldn't mess with them again. This doesn't seem to happen with me. Tease me once, fine. But if I don't give you a good/nice/playful reaction, stop, leave me alone. Is this not common sense when you're dealing with anyone?
Ugh, I'm done.
Song currently playing: Kanye West - Touch the Sky
March 13, 2006
Stuff That's Happened and the Problem with Blogs...
So, let me start with this. This past Saturday, I DJed a house party. I was told that they usually have their parties in the basement (The most ghetto basement I've ever DJed in). Fine, but the only problem is that it ended up that half the party was in the basement and the other half was on the main floor. Therefore, at that time of night when the crowd starts to thin out, it just disappeared from the basement and everyone left was upstairs. Whether they could hear my music or not, if I don't have anyone in front of me dancing, the night is over for me. So, I was basically done DJing an hour earlier then planned. So, 3 of my friends and I screwed around in the basement, by ourselves for a good 45 mins... and that was the highlight of the party.
I recently downloaded a program that I am referring to as the DJ Chico- or Bidel-replacer. This thing is awesome. It allows me to edit and combine MP3's. So, when the DJ needs to go on a bathroom break, or if the DJ wants to hit the dancefloor, I can put on a 15-minute mix that I created earlier and not have to worry about fighting thru the crowd, waiting for the bathroom, using the bathroom, and fighting back thru the crowd in 3.5 minutes. It'll never replace the feeling I get when I'm actually in control, but it's a nice new addition. And, of course, it will never replace DJ Chico. I do want to find a #2 DJ soon, especially before next school year when business will pick back up.
OK, so here's the problem with blogs: people read them. I want to tell stories, use names, give background information about people, places and things, but I never know who's going to read it and what they're going to think. I'm sure some of you know what I'm talking about specifically, and some of you know the jist of what I'm saying. I want to talk about a certain girl, and another certain girl, and another certain girl, but I can't. I want to talk about how that last sentence makes me look like a stud, even though I'm not... oh, I guess I did just talk about that ;). I want to talk about a few coworkers, both in good and bad ways, but I can't. Well, at least I can't bring myself to do it.
Since the last time I wrote, this is stuff that's happened and the problem with blogs.
Song currently playing: Fool's Garden - Lemon Tree
March 05, 2006
I've never understood when I've heard that one of the best places to 'meet' members of the opposite sex is at the grocery store. I've never understood it and I've never tried it. And I haven't really ever had a reason to try it. But now I'm intrigued, and now, even though I don't need to try it, I kind of want to try it.
What do you say as a male to a female in a grocery store? "Nice melons." *slap in the face* Ok, how about, "do you like creamy or chunky?" *kick in the crotch* Hmmm, ok, I think I got it this time, "I've got a pretzel rod with your name on it." *stabbed with a platic fork*
Seriously, if a grocery store is such a good pick-up place, shouldn't the technique be obvious!? I still don't get it, but I'm willing to give it a try.
But a note to self on this, don't wear jeans you've had since 1989 to the grocery store anymore. I guess I need some grocery-shopping clothes.
What a 'blah' weekend! First, an exciting Friday cleaning and watching TV. I was in bed and asleep by 11 because I got up early and went to the CCRB to workout and play some basketball. Then I had to run up to Fowlerville to meet my parents for lunch (and take my dad from my mom). On the way, on the expressway, I had a tire go flat. So, I got to change a tire in 25 degree weather... fun! (read with sarcasm). So, my parents arrived where I was just as I finished changing the tire.
Anyway, my dad came back to A2 with me, and we went to the UM/IU b-ball game, just to see my Wolverines lose and play fairly crappy.
My weekend topped off by waking up at 5am on Sunday to drive my dad to Toledo. I went to Toledo and back from 5:30am-7:15am. So, it didn't take that long, but it was 5:30am, it was Toledo, and it was my dad talking about what the weather was going to be like while he was golfing in Myrtle Beach for the next too weeks. *grumble*
March 02, 2006
Hot and not...
I have three pictures on hotornot. First of all, yes, I am a weirdo, thank you for asking/looking at me weird. Second of all, one picture is a 5.8, the other is 6.6, and the third is 7.6. How am I that different? How do i have that range? The picture I think is the worst, is the 7.6 picture! What!? How!? Therefore, I can conclude that I am both hot and not.
Song currently playing: Black Eyed Peas - Don't Phunk With My Heart
Since I need to explain yesterday's blog to one person, maybe I should explain it to everyone. I was making fun of myself. Since I am not religious, every year I keep forgetting that it is Ash Wednesday when it is Ash Wednesday. So, all day long yesterday (like every year), I kept wanting to tell people that they had something on their face or I kept staring to try to figure out what it was.
For the part that I retracted, again, since I'm not religious, I wasn't part of this rather large amount of people I saw all over the place with ash on their foreheads. Therefore, I was not part of the group. But really, I don't care that I'm not part of this group of people.
If that doesn't clear it up, please let me know if any of you still find it offensive.
Song currently play: David Banner - Play
March 01, 2006
Umm, sir, you have something on your forehead. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize.
Umm, excuse me, I think you have something on your forehead. Oh, shoot, that's right, sorry, I forgot.
Happy Ash Wednesday!!!!!
Song currently playing: Snap - Rhythm Is A Dancer