I am bored. It’s a combonation of not really being interested in a lot of stuff, and having a routine that is a little too engrained, and the fact that there is little option to break the routine. I am not interested in a lot of things. Maybe it’s because I cannot afford them. Maybe it’s because I am a lazy bum. Maybe it’s because I have a lack of bubble-breaking motivation. I don’t know. I have an engrained routine that is getting tired. There are little discrepancies in my day to day schedule, but generally, it is the same thing all day, every day. Except that I throw parties / drink / lots of people occasionally. Those are nice. But just about everything else is same-o, same-o … not enough variety. Blah blah blah. blah blah blah blah blah. Skip the above, hit the comment button. I know you will. blah blah blah blah blah. Hell, skip the below too, and just hit the comment button. Blah blah blah blah blah. There are few options to snap out of this little sucky state. Please note that I am not depressed or down, just stuck. I am poor. Oh so very poor. College + books + car + rent + insurance + everything else makes for a non-rich me. Sure, enough to get by, but not enough to embark upon interesting things. For example, going to DefCon. A week in Vegas. $65 for the entry fee, plus gas, food, entertainment, etc. It could *easily* cost $250. I don’t have $250 to blow. Because of this serious lack of cash, the number of opportunities that I can grab hold of diminishes quickly. So, it looks like money is the root of all the problems. Well, there’s a slight problem with that, too. I make enough to get by. But what I receive in a non-financial way is worth a lot more — extreme flexibility & knowledge. I can go to school at any time. I can make my schedule change in a heartbeat, and it’s no problem. I also have technology-industry opportunities that few 20 year olds have. But it’s just not enough money. That’s my latest rant. That’s about it … I don’t have much else to say. Another thing … I’m tired of putting my neck out there all the time, be it work, people, girls, whatever, to try and get something started and then continuously getting rebuffed. It sucks. It hurts. It’s a huge demotivator towards doing it again. It’s tiring.

Yup, 20 years old. Not too different … just makes me feel like I’ve got a little more weight on my shoulders, and a little bit more credibility to my name. It’s a little depressing knowing that at 20 I am not where I wanted to be. A couple years back I set a couple goals for myself, very few of which I have attained. I’ve come to grips with that, though, so it’s not too bad. Being 20 really doesn’t change much … one of those really off birthdays. Went out with Laura, her mom and her brother tonight. Surprisingly, Laura’s mom is really fun — I haven’t spent any length of time with her in forever, and it was pretty cool seeing that there are people who are not my dad who are advanced in years yet still know how to have a good time. Got an unexpected happy birthday phone call from Janelle, which was nice. I’m supposed to go out to my parent’s place tomorrow and pick up some packages and such … I’ll probably get roped into staying for dinner and yada yada. It’ll be fun — especially because my brother is in town (???) from Utah (I think he is … ?????). The guys at HPI might take me out to breakfast in the morning, which is nice. Life marches forward. I am throwing a party on Friday, July 19th. Looking to kick it off right around 9pm, or whenever people start showing up. It’s being held here at 423 N. Weber, and should prove to be a rocking good time. Give me a ring or e-mail me if you have any questions — No present required, but donations for alcohol will be greatly appreciated. Bring a friend and come have a good time!

We’re having a Fourth of July 2k2 get together here at theattic, [L=http://www.mapquest.com/maps/map.adp?country=US&address=423+N.+Weber+St&city=colorado+Springs&state=co&zipcode=80903&homesubmit.x=52&homesubmit.y=11]423 N. Weber[/L] and [i]everyone[/i] is invited. We’re providing all kinds of buns and some alcohol, the location, and not one but two, two grills. Bring meat, chips, soda, side dishes, whatever. Oh, and your liquor. Lookin to kick things off right around 6pm. If you have any questions or whatever post them here. Thanks!

So housematt and are out returning some kegs, and we’re driving, and we see this little place called “Shuga’s” … so we’re wondering what the hell this place is, so we swing by. Turns out that it’s a little coffee shop that specializes in liquored-up caffiene. It’s hella good … stop by, it’s at 702 S. Cascade [cascade and rio grande]. w3rd.

Fancy Gadgets and X-Ray Machines – by Master Ha-Reed aAhh — there’s nothing like America — where the lowly workers who are supposed to be protecting us against evil terrorists are almost as dumb as our President. I say almost as dumb because I think that they might actually realize how stupid and pointless the current “increased security” actually is. I’m thinking this while watching my luggage go through an x-ray machine on the way home from vacation. I look around to notice all of the people who were automatically “flagged” to have their luggage searched. To my right is an elderly couple, the husband wearing a “God Bless America” hat, along with a single pregnant mother with a toddler at her side. Why are they here, you might ask?? Because they were rand0mly tagged by the computer, because God knows that maybe that rand0m search is going to stop one terrorist, then everyone knows it’s worth it, right? My memory might be getting a bit hazy, but I don’t recall any of the elderly, nor any pregnant women being involved in the September 11 attacks. Hell, I’m the most culpable person there, seeing as how I fall into the questionable “white nerdy teenager who may blow up his school and massacre a bunch of people” category. Do we really believe that any one of the people I mentioned is going to be hijacking airplanes anytime soon? Come on, Al fucking Gore was flagged to be searched while traveling recently. Yeah, Al was really pissed off about the Supreme Court having installed Dubya, so he decided to hijack an airplane to get back at the country. Boy, sure is a good thing we searched him. “But wait!”, cry the “Equal-Opportunity” pundits, “we can’t single out one group over another — that’s profiling, its against the law!!”. Unfortunately for those who like to use this argument, I seem to recall that every one of the September 11 hijackers was an Arab male from the Middle East. So riddle me this, Batman, who do you think is more likely to commit a terrorist act in the skies — an Arabic male from the Middle East or an elderly American, with a God Bless America hat on. This reminds me of that cartoon from The Onion’s Our Dumb Century:

I don’t mean to sound racist — all things being equal, I hate the concept of racial profiling (deliberately opening counter-claim that all things are never equal so I can listen to people bicker… heh heh heh). Everyone seems to be ranting and raving that this is a “war on terrorism”, so let’s start treating it like one. No, I’m not condoning blanket decisions against a group of people, especially American citizens. However, maybe we could start focusing our “heightened security” on hmmm.. let’s say…. Arabic male foreign nationals as opposed to your average American elderly couple. If you don’t like it, hey, don’t come to our country. The fact of life is that we are trying to prevent future attacks. We’re touting all of these “heightened security measures”, so maybe we should do something to make our security “heightened” in a productive way. And don’t even get me started on the government using the media to broadcast their plans against the forces of “terra”. Give me a fucking break.

I’ll tell you, one of the most satisfying things in the world is shitting on the shitter and reading Maxim. Minority Report was an amazing movie, go see it. And finally, almost done with this role of film, so there’ll be pics shortly.

Update – 06/24 @ 12:05p – Went and saw The Bourne Identity last night. It was a great action/kill them/blow-shit-up movie, but it doesn’t hold a candle to minority report. Read the book.

So, I’m posting on Randal’s site. Why, you ask? Because Tore jacks off with boths hands!!! He’s ambidextrous. And also because I felt the need for a new post on his site as the 23 comments were too long for my lazy ass to scroll through. On another note: “Pretentiousville”: Population: 1 asshole. First off, I really want a Weed Thrasher . I mean, I won’t have any weeds at my apartment next year, but maybe I can use it on mystery roommate X who will probably be some fucking loser. Or maybe on the convalescents next door!!!!!! I could wear mittens and decapitate kittens and mail them to Mike Lee. But yeah, the Weed Thrasher is more hardcore than Randal’s mom was last night. You could let “thrash” the fucking forest down with this thing. It’s the EPA’s best friend. Secondly, I didn’t feel like burning any bridges, but seeing as all my shit is probably on fire in Woodland Park (namely my autograhed Tori Amos CD and BT CD plus all my other CDs). My Pink Converse are on fire too. How sad :-(. Anyway, about burning bridges; Matt Hix is a real jerk. Now, I don’t hate him, don’t necessarily dislike him, but really, I don’t get it. (girl, i didn’t know you could get down like that). How can someone bitch daily about pretentious people, but, in reality, be the epitomy of pretenious? I don’t know many people who are *so* judgemental without right to be. I mean, every person he sees is ugly, or creepy, or stupid. And of course, he is PERFECT. Uh, riiiight. It just gets annoying, and really, I’m just sick of it…ah well, he still owes me $65 and I’m going to see Area 2 with him in August, so I need to be able to live with him, therefore, I shall write no more, but if you all want to comment on him in the comment section, feel free (*wink wink* Randal). So, I’ve just seen three Incubus videos in a row and dayam, Brandon Boyd is the hottest man alive. I already believed this, but seriously, DAAAAAAAYAM boy! aw yeah, too bad all my Incubus CDs are on fire. Insurance covers that shit, right? What the fuck is up with this Terry Barton woman? I’m going to personally Weed Thrash her ass. First of all, she is lying about the whole “burning a letter” thing. It’s obviously arson. After working for the forest service for 18 years, I would go crazy too. I think the perfect punishment would be to burn all her possessions in front of her because that’s what she did to everyone else’s shit. Prison really won’t do anything to her anyway except make her a reformed christian. (ooooh! it’s another incubus video!!!!!!! [drool] [randal rolls eyes]) Maybe we can set her on fire too. STOP DROP AND ROLL, BITCH!!!!!! I hope this post was really really really ridiculously good-looking 🙂 Oh yeah, here’s some music Randal should put up for MP3OTW. Modest Mouse Catch 22 Slayer…LOL The Get Up Kids Outkast Jamiroquoi Truth Hurts Sleater Kinney *NSYNC AKA!!! you should download some shit from them and stop listening to NICKELBACK YOU DUMB ASSHOLE. Oh yeah, this post has been brought to you by Laura, Parrot Bay Rum, and lack of sex.

Went out the other night with Laura, her friends from camp, and Tore. It was a really good time. One of the few … cuz you know, parties are great fun, and hanging out with loads of people is great fun, but truly good times only come when you’re with good people, being yourself. Out of that has sprung a new article about our trip to Garden of the Gods. Read it, and peruse the other articles. Was talking to Tore, and the point was brought up that there are definitely two sides to me … the slick, outgoing, loud me and the somber, quiet, lay-around-at-home me. Both fit me equally well, but the salesman side is a little … man … just a little too much. It scares people and makes me come off like a snake … I’m not a snake, I’m not out to get anything, I’m just here to be a nice guy and to have a good time. Burnz’ unending sightlessness and casual disregard for his own ethical code makes me sick. And it’s tiring. Just hearing knowing about it. Why do I even ask anymore? $.02 Taking a break from here for a while. 100% temporary. I don’t know exactly how or why yet, but I am. I’ll post occasionally and do some site updates, but I’ve got some other stuff that needs doing. I fully intend to let this site run more free, hopefully mostly on other people’s input. I’d personally like to see a Gospel section come back, and to put other people’s rants and diatribes up on the front page. Feel free to send me a post in e-mail — chances are really high it’ll get on here.

So last night was a party. Started off around 9pm with me feeling completely unprepared — some work related badness kept me there until 7pm. Anyway, got Tore and ran to Safeway and bought a ton of stuff to carry the party along — chips, salsa, soda, cups, the whole shebang, then came back to the house and cleaned everything and moved it all around so shit wouldn’t get broken / stolen / beer spilled on it. Lisel was the first person to show up, followed shortly by Elizabeth and a bunch of Tony’s friends (Nate, Kermit & Foo) … I took a quick shower cuz I was pretty nasty after working all day. Came downstairs and the peepz just kept showing up. Emily, Samantha Garrett and her friend Katy (who are both hottties), James, Amanda, Janelle made a short appearance, Melissa Faranelli, Alicia, Ishhod, Jareen (sp?), Christine, Laura and her four friends (Julia, Kelly, Myra (??), and Casandra (I think?)) and more and more people. Things were pretty bouncing, music was good, food was good, everything was good. Then word got out. The guys from around the corner (David, BJ, Jason and Charlie) showed up with some people (including Wendy and Vanessa, who were both foxes), and we started having a great time. We had a half keg of Nut Brown Ale and a keg of Indian Pale Ale, both from the Warehouse (Locally brewed is best!). People started having kissing lessons and such, and everyone was just going crazy. It was pretty cool making the rounds as a party host, making sure everybody knew where to go or who to talk to if they needed anything. It was fucking nuts, and it was fucking great. Then things kind of turned for the worse … it got later, and everybody who can’t hold their liquor started getting sick, and everybody was completely bombed. A shitload of people who nobody knew just started showing up. I mean *LOADS* of people just started piling into the house. Things got stupid like they do when a huge party just keeps raging. Somewhere along the lines Amanda lost her cell phone — we’re thinking someone ganked it. Anyway, the party just kept raging, and everybody was having a crazy good time. Right around 2:30am, it was time to call it quits. WHen 4/5 of the people don’t know anybody who lives at the house, things are a little out of control. Many, many, many thanks to James, Tore and Shawn for kind of enforcing and kicking people out of the house — sure, it took an hour to get everyone out, but everybody finally left and the house was calm. Sure, the house was almost completely destroyed, but it was calm. *All* the ladies were looking hella fine, and all in all, it was a really great party. Sure, we’re down a phone, but we’re up a house of friends, great memories, and the knowledge that we can throw a rock-the-block party. Update – 12:07p – I have been informed that the Nut Brown Ale is actually made by J.W. Dundee … Also, if anyone else would like to, feel free to post your version of the night 😉

Okay, here are the headsups for now. Have a T-1 into the house, which is pretty shweet, and we’re mostly moved in. Good times. However, we are desperately in need of a POS computer to run a single website and a webcam … if you know of some place that has a < $80 machine of more than 233mhz, with maybe some ram and a HD, we’d be extremely appreciative.

I type this from a fully functional, fat-ass T-1. 1544kbps of internet luvin, right in my house. And not to mention, I did the install on the far side, setup the routers, blah blah blah. This rocks.