This is it.

How 'bout it? I mean, I don't condone this act in any way, but damn.

Wait, it's a bad idea. To everyone else you seem like an asshole (which is usually true). And typing? Forget about. Do you know how hard it is to type this shit?! Incredibly; that's how hard. I don't even know what to be writing. Or how I'm gonna type it. Whaddya mean because you're reading this that I typed it?! I mean, that's pretty good logic and all, but there are a number of different possibilities as to how this blog came to be.

I could have had someone write it for me. I could actually be someone who can hold their liquor. Like a man, I might add. Not like some people (I don't actually know anybody. Like anybody. I don't have any friends. Except Rachael and Quoc and Brian Denepitiya. But yeah. To me, all of this writing seemed as much as a normal entry which normally isn't a lot but still a whole lot more than this trash.

I lost my train of thought since I'm "talking" to someone over AIM. I put that in quotations because people are so used to talking to their friends over it that they only give one word answers which is incredibly annoying. If I talk to you it's because I want to have a conversation. I don't want to have to force one out of you. That's just giving me work. Work that I don't wanna do. In fact, there's no work that I wanna do.

I think I'm cut this one short. But, before I end it; being used? Yay? Or nay? Sound off in the non-existent comments section.

Blarg!

There was this meteor shower the other and it was quite something. I started out my night with a SLAP energy drink because it was gonna be a long night. SLAP claims to give a cooling sensation that builds as you're drinking it. This was an unsettling thought given that most of the ingredients were chemicals whose name's I couldn't begin to pronounce. At least it only had 20 calories! Yum!

Then I was the Hairy Snarfalarfagus. And there was a shopping cart. This part was a little hazy, though.

Then we went to a park where I crowned myself the king of space. Apparently there were some good meteors, but I missed them all, at the park at least. In fact, me missing good meteors was a recurring theme of the night.

Anyway, from the park we walked to a cemetery at 1 in the morning. At several instances during this visit, I was more than certain a zombie arm was going to grab me and rag me to the underworld where I would have had to spend the rest of my days as a zombie hooker. Or zombie cocktail waitress. Besides the point. At least there I got a see a rather large meteor behind the trees. It was nice. But, again, I missed the rest that flew through the sky. Funny thing; that was actually the first meteor I had ever seen. Ever. Very cool stuff.

After that little excursion, we found ourselves in the campus center of the school for about 30 minutes. Chillin'. Just 4 guys shootin' the breeze. 'Twas nice. And warm. It was probably about 12 degrees Fahrenheit outside so it was a nice change of pace. Then we went to the "observatory" in the earth science building to see what was supposed to be the height of the shower. I put observatory in quotations because it's basically the roof of the building. Whatever. And it turns out that we could see the stars better from the cemetery anyway.

BACK TO THE CEMETARY WE WENT! That was pretty much the end of the night, although I did I have to go back to the park to get my wallet that I dropped as I was becoming the king of space. Then I went to sleep. On the floor of my friend's room.

I was high the entire time.

1 hour and 30 minutes 'til I get out of work. Modern Warfare 2, here I cum.

I've hit it.

Not the good kind of "hit it", either. Like, "Oh, dude! I met this girl and I totally hit it!" No; not that kind. Not at all. It was kinda like I wanna jump off of something and hit the ground and die kinda hit it. I wanna do that. Right now. I'm sooooo dumb. And everything. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. Oh yeah; I know. I'm wack, I'm twisted. I don't care to divulge any other info on what else I am right no, but I definitely am those things right no. Yeah... this all makes sense in my mind right now and I know that when I wake up and read this it most definitely will not. But it's coo... I'll just give myself something to question myself on.

Actually, I will know exactly what I'm talking about because it's making such a big impact on the way I see the world. I don't think I have ever experienced something quite like. Where some people might see this as a common occurence in their life (or even as something that may not be as big a deal to them as it is to me), to me it's definitely a learning experience for me. This is also considering that I am the sterotypical nerd and have not experienced anything significant in my life. At least in terms of love and sex.

One thing I'd like to note is that nobody is reading this, so I don't have to worry about divulging any revealing (and albeit, embarassing) secrets to the world. But, in all seriousness, I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about. What I do know is that I don't know anything about anything. I'm still a teenager by most people's standards. Most people have experienced what I am experiencing now and it's not a good thing.

Everyone have gotten over cartoons and I ther person that watches them as if they're the only thing on the television and I see nothing wrong with that. But alas, I am a drunk/high asshole who will never (and I mean NEVER) see happines because I am too blind to see the difference between "happiness" and "pleasure". When I see pleasure, I pounce to fill a void in my life. But, I shun happiness because I become tired and wish it fealt more like pleasure. And, again, this may only make sense to me, but if you took the time to actually decipher this bullshit, you would get where I'm coming from. But you probably will not and I don't blame you, the ONE reader. This is just me babbling on about something that I don't even know about while under the influence of weed/nicotine/alcohol.

And I will end this post how I end most of them: Please kill me.

And sleep deprivation and neglecting my studies are definitely on this list of problems. Last night I got the crazy idea to pull an all-nighter for no reason at all. I even bought an energy to keep going throughout the night. But what was I doing that was so important that I replaced it with sleep? Playin' that Duty, is what! It gets better, though. When it came time to do my homework, which I shoud have done before I even started playing the damn game, I took my comforter from my lofted bed and curled up on the floor and took and hour long nap. Then, since I was on a roll with good ideas, I decided to "lay" in my bed "10 minute." Needless to say that 10 turned to 60 and I missed my first class (i.e. the one I had homework due in). No biggie. So, I say "I can "lay down" again for another couple of minutes until my next class starts." Are you beginning to see a pattern? Needless to say, I missed the second when I realized I was going to be 40 minutes late to it. Finally my common sense turns on and I get out of bed (no matter how much I didn't want to) and made it to my next class which I had a quiz in. That's a good thing. The bad about this was I didn't study for the quiz and I hadn't the foggiest idea of what it was going to be on. My best guess was "math" which didn't get me very far.

You see, Modern Warfare 2 is the newest in recreational drugs that is readily available to any and all who want in. It gets better; you only have to buy it once! That's right! No more late night drug-runs and awkward talks with shady drug dealers. It's a bit of a wonder drug.

But enough video game drug (anal)ogies. The only reason this post exists is to keep me busy enough to enough not fall asleep at work. I mean, with a job this easy ANYONE can end up falling asleep for some time without even realising. This is not to say that I haven't fallen asleep at the job (which I most definitely have), but that's besides the point. Plus, those times when I did fall asleep were completely intentional and planned, so they don't really count.

So yeah... only 2 more hours of this to go...

Maybe I can write an entry for 2 whole hours! It could be an epic; AN OTERO EPIC! This sounds epic and has the possibility to BE epic. BRAINSTORM!

There are soldiers. And Russian terrorists. And militia from Rio de Janeiro. And guns... wait a second; this sounds oddly familiar, but I'll go with it anyway. ANYWAY, there are these guys doing what they best, killing each other within a 10 minute time limit OR until 75 of them have died when suddenly a GIANT ENEMY CRAB APPROACHES! Now, people who were once sworn enemies must now join forces to take down a common enemy. ONE WEAKPOINT AT A TIME!

Arnold Schwarzenegger as the soldier: RAARagdwatydcwag KAPEW KAPEW KAPEW KAPEW

KAPEW KABOOOOM PEW PEW PEW PEW.

Robin Williams as the Russian terrorist: What's my line again?

And introducing Julia Roberts as herself: Wait what?

This summer, get ready for the action. Get ready for the suspense. Get ready... for....

*Small sounding explosion"

Toy Story 3: Redemption.

I'm falling asleep at the wheel here.

This wasn't much of an epic, now was it? Why did it turn into a cheesy summer blockbuster trailer? What thought process turns "epic" into what just happened on this post? Seriously! What the hell is wrong with me? I may have some form, if not very slight, ADD. That could be the only explanation for this. That, or I'M NOT HUMAN! DUN DUN duuuuuuuuuun! Find out on the next episode of DRAGONBALL Z!

Holy shit I need sleep. Badly.

Are a douchebag.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGMODERNWARFARE2OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!111!!1111KNFRELKJFN

Hello Modern Warfare 2.

That is all.

I am insane. I am out of my fucking mind.

I spent yesterday in bed. Why? I don't know. I woke up feeling like a monster truck hit me. I didn't understand why, but whatever. The entire day was a shit storm of pain an no amount of cheap over the counter medicine was going to quell said storm. But whatever; it continued until some time this afternoon so I couldn't go to any of my classes. I'm pretty sure I missed a quiz, but hopefully the bastard drops the lowest quiz grades, given he administers so many of them. Also everything I eat tastes like shit, given I go to UAlbany so all of the food tastes like shit. But even my Cap'n Crunch tasted like shit, so I knew something was up. The point is, I haven't eaten a solid meal in two days and I'm depressed. It could be the lack of movement since the only physical activity I've partaken in these past two days has been a painful saunter to the bathroom.

Wait; what does this have to do with my insanity? I don't know. It could be adding to my depression which in turn makes me CRAAAAAAAZY. I'm crazy. Crazy in LOVE! No, I'm not. I'm just plain old crazy. And hungry. I've lost sight of why I started writing this post.

My room mate found the lens to my glasses that I "lost" two months ago. I've had to sit in the front row of all of my classes in order to see anything, which I don't like because I can't do as much sleeping there as opposed to sitting in the back row. I put lost in quotations because apparently they had been sitting out in the open, right aside my book case, the whole time.

I want to die. Again. This is about the 800th time this month that I've wanted to die. 799 of those times were for the same thing, but whatever.

Caaaan
Anybodyyyyyyy
Find meeeee
Somebody tooooo
Erase my mind? Shoot me? Make me a sadnwich? Love?

Fuck that last one. I want a goddamn sandwich. Preferably a cheeseburger. I hate my life.

Update: I'm not crazy nor am I insane. I'm just one of the stupidest people alive. This stupidity is what could have also led me to belive that I was crazy.

I'm currently suffering from it.

Have you ever had a time in your life where absolutely nothing of any particular interest is happening in your life? Like, you actually want to get, say, tackled by a moose just to say that you've done something exciting? That's where I am right now.

Bring on the moose (FUCK YOU FOR TELLING ME THE PLURAL!). I'll take all of those sons of bitches down. That would certainly make for interesting writing.

I am sooooo fucking bored!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Ed, Edd, and Eddy is on. That show is alright. Maybe this can preoccupy me long enough to make me lose the will to go skydiving; off the tower without the parachute.

Even if this does stop me for now, there will be something that make these feelings rise once more.

I'm totally talking out of my ass right now. Modern Warfare 2 comes out on the 10th. That's like 8 days. In 8 days the world will stop happening. Everyone and their mothers will stop what the fuck they're doing and start playing this game. And it will not end. Not any time soon. I want this game. A whole lot. Got that shit pre-ordered. I will be waiting in front of the store at midnight and I will break night playing it. I may even miss class. Who knows. Gotta be in tip-top shape for the tournament on the 20th.

Please, kill me.

I'd like to address the fact that it is technically not Halloween anymore. It is November 1st. OK, now that that's out of the way, I would like to say that I am stone-cold sober right now. And there is not a damn thing wrong with it. That party last night was awfully boring but I was wasted. A (had already) drank my face off and had this one girl do nothing of any particular interest. I drank my drinks and layed off weed. But, my good friends, that's all I need(ed). Passed out at ?AM. Woke up at 10. Went home to eat, and now I'm here doing nothing. Man, I love college.

Wait a minute; I want to be doing all of those things again.

This night sucks.

This day sucked. It was literally a 12 hour hangover. WORST FEELING EVER.

Not really. The whole "this day sucked" thing, that is. It actually went alright. I went to the gym, even though it was against my will. I had Burger King which is one giant step above Wendy's. Seriously. Wendy's is shit. Chartwells = Shartwells. I've never had more diarrhea in my life. Srsly. Those are the highlights of my day.

Also, I hate Taurean. SUCK IT, BITCH!

I have never been more serious in my life in saying don't tell Taurean I said this, Quoc. He will slap me. This will in turn have a negative impact on the amount of organs in your body.

Liek srsly :3