So I've Been Thinking

Maybe I should be doing more work than I'm doing now. On the show, and just in general. I need to spend more time checking out new music and going to shows...I need to finally get a new band together. On the way to work today, the night was perfect. Evening, night, whatever. The temperature, the sky, the feel of the air was perfect.

Even when I'm tired I don't want to sleep. When I sleep I don't want to do anything else. I've been sleeping around 12 or so hours a night. Babble babble.

Forgiveness is divine...

...but never pay full price for cold pizza.

I know I've promised updates and not delivered but my schedule has been kind of hectic. My work hours are different from everyone I know, so I spend my off hours either sleeping entire days away or trying to catch up with people I know. Speaking of which, the one that will probably read this in the morning at work, yeah, you missed out this weekend sucka.

The party at my mom's was pretty ridiculous...the best part was all the shit talking I did. Well, the best part for me. I sort of killed Guy on the Couch's chances with this girl by upsetting her friend and that fat bitch's friend too. Basically here's what happened:
I got fucked up...very fucked up. And, as usual, I'm talkin shit to everyone I see, because I can. This one dude in a pink shirt is hitting on my mom, so I'm laughing at his pink shirt (he's around my age). Anyway, he's saying things like "Well, pink looks good on me" and other things that are dumb, but then his line of self inflation goes to something about him being in the Air Force, so naturally my shit talking moves towards the military. At this point, he gets all huffy and says "You're going to talk shit on the Air Force now?" My response, "Bitch, I'm going to talk shit on everything, just give me a minute." At which point everyone is starting to laugh, except for this one fatty and the dude. Well, he repeats himself, "You're going to talk shit on the military now?" and I repeat myself. He says something to the extent of "That's fucked up, those people fight and die for your right to say shit like that" and my reply was simply laughter and something about feeling free because of oil, something only a drunk person would have understood, but I'm laughing hysterically and James and the girls (minus fatty) are laughing too. I guess I pushed him far enough that he felt like an ass, because he's flabbergasted and the fatty says "Don't worry about him, he's just showing how ignant he is, he's just an ignant ass, he's just showin how ignant his ass is." And no, that's not a typo, she said "ignant," not "ignorant." In no circle should it be cool to be uneducated. I know there is slang and what not, but being unable to use the word ignorant (or any slang, trailer park way of pronouncing it) is a crime. She meant to say, "stupid" but we can't fault her for being ignorant, and stupid. So the boy goes and sits biting his lip somewhere, and my mom comes to give me the evil eye because everyone is whining to her (I thought we were all adults). Anyway, he calls three of his friends, which is funny because none of these guys are that big and I honestly think they would have gotten a beating, but, being that we were at my mom's house, I did the "apology" thing telling him to chill out, but what's funny is, everyone I've talked to said it was so obvious that I was being sarcastic that it was ridiculous, but Dude was looking at me like I was afraid of him. Anyway, he got the point later, as I continued laughing at his pink shirt, and then his friends started making fun of him and the Air Force. Moral of the story, there isn't one, but if you're going to posture all big, you can't cry like a little bitch when someone makes fun of you. He should have just hit me. Also, some crazy girl attempted to pick up every guy in sight, through countless rejections (because she obviously had something) (key shit talking to her: "You need to do two things tonight, Get dick, and Shut the fuck up.")

What the hell is wrong with people? Everyone is afraid of everything. Talk some shit, enjoy yourself, I'll think of more to say later.

Home Movies

I need a video camera to capture all of the shit I see in one day. It's suprising that things happen for no particular reason, or at least any reason you can see.

Swords for food. Haha, for some reason I'm thinking of Marcus...one day, that'll be him. Unable to get welfare, trying to trade swords for food and beer.

So a whole weekend is gone and I did nothing but work and play video games. What a great weekend (I can only say that because for work I just ride around in my car and listen to music).

Yes I realize this post is just a jumble of random thoughts, but that's all I have right now.

Why am I so mean to people about their choice in music, especially when it's "metal"?

I hate the phone - altogether.

Did you realize

that you will spend money almost twice as fast as you can make it? So I'm finally working and making decent money again, and everyday there are more bills arriving at my door. Today I'm going to go pay a ticket for one of the dogs running loose and biting some kid...$136...how ridiculous is that? The kid didn't even bleed, just left a red mark on his leg.

Side note: Never call me to bitch at me. Bitching at me is one of those things that's best done in person, or rather, not at all. This day is disappearing, I need to leave now, I have to drive to Richmond and be back in time to change for work. Fuck, I can't believe it's 1 already.

Time is apparently NOT on my side

Ok, more time than I promised, but here I am, a real post. Work seems to go fairly well when I'm there. The cash seems to disappear faster than it should.

Ok, I'm trying to post, really I am, but Law & Order: SVU is the best show on television right now.

I got a few killer ideas I"m playing with. On a side note, I've been seeing more and more propaganda as to how the world is ending and Jesus is coming (back, hah). Anyway, I was thinking, maybe George W. Bush is this anti-christ that everyone is speaking about. From the last thing I read, there was something about world-wide power and what not under the control of the anti-christ...aren't we headed that way? Or maybe, Dick Cheney is the anti-christ and he'll take over next, if he is the anti-christ though, doesn't that mean that he won't reign long? I mean, his heart is going to give way with the excitement of world domination.

I need to play some music, terribly bad. If anyone wants some vocal work done, just drop me a line. Secretly (well, not after this) I'm not sure I want to be in a metal band. I've been so disheartened by all of the crappy bands I've heard and all of the kids that I've met want to be in those bands.

I'm going to post some more after this episode goes off.

Workout then Post

Ok, I know, I know. I've promised many an update and there have been none. I'll be posting tonight after the gym and grocery shopping, promise.

Work...

If I don't hurry, I'm going to be late for work. I'll have some stories later.

Emulation Station

After doing much Google-ing about Rollergames, I stumbled across the NES (Nintendo Entertainment System BITCHES)Rollergames game. So, I've downloaded it, some other games, and two emulators, but neither of which is perfect, so I'm looking for a few things:

1) A decent emulator
2) Some coding instruction on emulators and ROMs
3) A free C++ compiler (in case I can't find mine)

Sidenote: I'm thinking of dropping my Psychology major and adding computer science so I can continue my geekdom until I die.

Slow to the Trigger

The first night of pizza delivery went fairly well. I listened to about 50 songs on the iPod. Made it worthwhile. The money was decent, especially for a Wednesday night. Only problem I had came after work, when I got home about 12:30 AM, not that that's late, but I tried to watch a movie, fell asleep and woke up about 7. My cousin, Chris (probably most responsible for corrupting me with his \m/ METAL influence), that I hadn't seen in a year or so, came by and hung out until about noon. It's not that his hanging out is a problem either, but I was exhausted and he was tired too actually, he just worked graveyard shift. It was cool to see him, the funny part about the entire situation is the role change, instead of me being the influenced, I have become the influencer, giving him metal cds to check out and copy. I am reminded of being 8 years old and spending the night at his house, listening to Metallica and Megadeth, being awed when he broke out the electric guitar and played along with CDs. Then, to keep me grounded, he'd put on this scary mask, take my Gotcha gun (early paintball type gun) and chase me around the house, shooting me all the while. What a good guy. I am starting to think maybe he influenced me more than I originally suspected.

Hey, does anyone remember that show which was the roller derby but more like pro wrestling, with teams like the Thunderbirds. I want to say they had alligators in the middle in the "Sudden Death" round. That show was awesome and I want them to bring it back, but real, so that people are getting mangled. I remember that show because I remember I used to watch it at my cousin's house. Geez, what was that show called, dammit, Google time! If anyone remembers, let me know. ROLLERGAMES!!! And it was the T-Birds, ahhh, I want to d/l some videos, please help me.

Pizza Pizza Pizza

Today I deliver pizza. Watch out.

What's funny?

I should be concerned about not going to work for 2 days now. But I'm not. I enjoy not going. Unfortunately, I do have things to do so I can't just chill and play video games, though that'd be a lot better than what I actually have to do. What else do I love? Waking up at noon. I feel almost free in a sense. Like I am running outside of the machinery of the world. I know I'm not, but having that inkling of a feeling for even a moment is worth an entire week of bullshit. Another unfortunate circumstance of this kind of living is the fact that I usually miss everyone else's schedule because most people get up in the morning, eat lunch at noon, dinner at 6 and bed by 9...that hardly matches up with my up at noon, dinner around 9, sleep by 5 AM. Oh well, this furry cat sittin on my lap doesn't seem to mind so he can keep me company until the weekend (which I'll be working).

I'll shake the shit out'cho woman!

Ok, about a month ago, one of the three dogs got loose and bit a kid. No real damage done, she bit him through his pants, but a cop came and wrote me a ticket for the dog being loose, he was a pretty cool guy so I have no complaints about him. My problem here stems at the courthouse. Hopewell is a shitty, shitty town, that's how I'll preface the next part of our story. So anyway, about 9:45 there is a realization that the court time for today's summons was 9:30, there's problem number one. Rush to the courthouse, run into the clerk's office "Hey, I need to pay this." I know I missed my time, which the girl points out (too late to "prepay," thanks for that brilliant deduction). Anyway, I tell the girl that I know, but I have missed the time (picture me actually pointing to the clock). She goes to ask the other girl what I can do, and the second girl (focus on girl 2 because she's the problem) asks me if I know that I missed the court time. I tell her that I'm 20 minutes late at this point and there were only 4 people on the docket, one of which, me, was not there, so I'm pretty sure but I didn't look in there. She says I can check, and if it IS over, then I can go home and they will mail me a bill for my fine. I paraphrase to make sure I understand "so, what you're saying is, don't worry about this actual ticket because I can't pay it now, just go home and wait for a bill" and the girl looks at me and with the snottiest voice ever says, "that's not what I said." At which point my response was something along the lines of "Bitch, I don't need the attitude."

The part I don't understand is why it had to be an issue at all. If I missed court, they tried me in my absence, found me guilty, the fine is what the ticket is for, am I mistaken? If I had been there, assuming I didn't yell at the judge, I would have just taken that ticket to the clerk and she would have rang it up, so why is it an issue just because I wasn't there? I'm not talking about a homicide case or a car wreck, I'm talking about a damn unleashed dog ticket. I'll kick her square in the nuts if I see her again.

In addition, here is today's one sentence CD Review:
Stranger by Day - The Death of Apathy: Too much girly-man nonsense.

Today is NOT the greatest

So, today I need to rush out the door, I have to go do something I promised that I would, then go to the station, do some adds, make the logs for the week, report my charts to CMJ, then go to work and hate what I do. It won't be long before I'm a full time pizza delivery guy, at least that way my job won't suck quite so bad and my pay will be steady.

Finding a summer job is ridiculous, but so is finding money for bills and school. I wish I had something clever or witty to say, but I don't, maybe I'll just go get a tattoo today *insert evil laugh here*.

Long Weekend or Shorter than Ever

The second job starts today at 5. I need the money but damn do I hate working. It's not so much actually doing something, it's just doing things that don't matter. At least at this job (once training is done) I'll be able to drive around in my car and listen to music. That part I can definitely handle.

With this blog thing I'm always unsure how much I should say here. Should I drone on about nothing or should I actually type what I'm feeling/thinking. I think the original intention was for me to be able to do the latter, but I usually do the former because I never know who's going to read this thing and how much I'd actually want them to know. I think I may change that soon.

What a Day

What a fantastic day. I should have just not gone to work, I mean I made just over a dollar an hour for my trouble. When you factor in the buying of food I came out in the hole, even slaves got a place to sleep.

The new Darkest Hour is definitely, DEFINITELY worth buying. I've listened to it 10 times in the last two days (the actual count, not just a number to show how much I like it) and it's great. Sure, I liked Darkest Hour before, but it's great.

I'm trying to stay positive, I did a total slimebag, sleazy sales thing tonight while I was trying to do my job. I was approached by a religious family and instead of being completely honest I just skated the issue and gave them the impression that I was in line with their beliefs. Now, I know this is totally not in my nature, but I was in there house and on the job and, well, I sold myself apparently. I'm a cheap whore. Shutup.

Another Day, Another Dollar

About to rock another day of walking door to door. First, I'll do some of the adds at the station and what not. Not a lot to report this morning though I'll have some funny stories later tonight.

Eck...

Hotel Rwanda is worth a watch. It's just a painful reminder of how things are bad and people are completely full of shit (I'll explain that later). Another workday, another chance to make almost no money.

I'm going to get up and kick everyone and everything in this room.

New Personal Record

Four times in one day. Doing this I mean. So I have listened to the entire Darkest Hour record, Undoing Ruin. It's a good listen but before I give you a verdict I'm going to listen to it again. I'll try and put a review up by the end of the night, but I also need to enjoy XBox live as it may be a few months before I have it again.

Side note: I will probably burn out on this at some point and blog less frequently, but as of right now it's my newly rediscovered toy (I used to use blogger.com to update a band's page).

Before I Leave, Let Me Share This

So, those of you who have ever spoken politics with me know my stance on everything, but according to the article here, Cheney expects the war to end by 2009!!! I thought mission accomplished happened two years ago. Was I mistaken or did this "cakewalk" turn out to be something else all together? How ridiculous is this? Go GOP, fucking dumbasses.

And in lighter news:

Through no fault of my own *cough cough cough* I'm off of work for the rest of the day. In the meantime I'll be checking out some ways to make my site cool and listening to the new Darkest Hour, Avenged Sevenfold, and Agents of Man. I need artwork help, Kyle, I know you're reading this, and we'll talk.

Oh, and I seem to be having some trouble with my domain name so if you try to send an email to tim@requiemrecords.com and it doesn't go through, email me at jordantw@vcu.edu and I'll get it there. Thanks.

So I'm out for right now, I'll be back later, my cell phone is probably going to stay in the car.

Ridiculous

Ok, so if you read the Requiem Radio blog, I won't repeat the info. But let's keep a heads up on what else I'm doing/thinking. I need money. Badly. So if anyone wants to donate, feel free, just drop me an email and I'll hook you up with my PayPal account. I'm thinking about auctioning some CDs on eBay but I hate getting rid of CDs. If anyone has a video camera, I need your help, I'm working on some ideas and if you want to help me out and/or participate let me know. I also take gift subscriptions to SuicideGirls (haha j/k).

Everyone should read Y the Last Man. It's a fantastic comic that someone recommended to me recently and I in turn am recommending to everyone that might read this. The first 16 or so issues are available as 4 trade paperbacks and after that it goes to single issues. I've read the first two trades and I'm hooked, I'm just too poor to get the next two.

Before I go, I'm going to plug Jason Kenney's show Under the Covers on WVCW. It's an hour of nothing but cover songs. Something you kids don't normally hear everyday, and it covers all genres, not to mention his world dominating sexayness. Check it out.