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(What say you?) [07 Nov 2008|10:17pm] mike is upset. hes sobbing on his place of rest. now, he seems comforted in the fact that hes resting in a place of eternal sleep. ...well, it will be soon to be. mwahahahahahahhahahaha (wtf?)

(1 said “Huh?” |What say you?) This is going to be my personals ad. [07 Sep 2008|01:17pm] [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | Hillary Duff??!?! ] I'm not really sure where to begin. I don't really work. Like, I do... but lately I've been unemployed a lot. Oh, and I can't drive. Little problem with a DUI or something. So with that out of the way, I suppose I should make myself sound appealing? I don't think that's gonna be all that hard. I mean, anyone could do that. So I'm just ramble off a bunch of things that my friends have said about me. After all, they know me better than I do. They're always telling me that I'm hilarious, truthful, spontaneous, impatient, hott!, gay, persistant, awesome, funny, adorable, sexy, and I smell good. Oh, and I'm also a dork and a cock tease. I'm not sure if I agree with all that... I mean, impatient? Never. So some good information about me you should know is that dogs scare me. The bigger they are, the scarier they get. Let's see... I'm not really a big phone person, not really into sports, I'm trying to quit smoking, a drink a lot, I don't like cake, I can only eat ice cream with other people, and you will never see me wearing pajamas in public. Yuck. I have a tendency to occasionally cut my own hair when I'm drinking. That usually ends up with me shaving my head and I always regret it the next day. So, you'll have to help me watch out for that. I like to have music playing, even if I'm not in the room. I know it's a terrible waste of electricity and sound. It's just a bad habit. I enjoy Mountain Dew and cigarettes. I'm not doin' so hot at quitting. But there is some effort there. So I'm headed in a good direction. I like to keep things clean and organized. I'm constantly apologizing for the messiness of my bedroom, though my friends don't understand why. I love Futurama, other cartoons, anime, video games, and junk. But don't get the wrong idea, I'm not some nerdy gamer guy. I like to consider myself a dork, because I do like the outdoor stuff like hiking, swimming, and occasionally committing a crime. I find nature relaxing. I'm also starting to do a lot more of that D.I.Y. stuff. Home improvements, to be more specific. And apparently, I like candy corn? Not sure what that's about. I love cooking, especially for other people. And guinea pigs are always great for trying new recipes I make up. I can't wait to cook Thanksgiving dinner again. I was once chased by the psycho driver from the movie "Joy Ride" and also will randomly play hide and seek with my roommates. Here are some things people have said about me: "You kinda let some secrets slip out when you're drinking." "You're an amazing cook with the best chicken ever." "I hate when you get down on yourself." "You're pretty entertaining when you're high." "There's really not that much to you." "You suck because you just moved your hat without asking me." "You're too funny to talk to sometimes." "People just know who you are." "Mike is a hilarious boy that is even fun when I do get mad at him." "We ran out of fuckin' shit." (???) "Mike, stop talking." "You're beyond description." In order to get a better perspective on my personality I will use the following: "If I was animal what would I be?" Lame, eh? Eff you. Cat - "because... I don't know. A cheetah would be cooler." Liger - "because you'd have magical powers." Monkey - "Cuz everytime I go in your room I just see those bananas." Fly - "because you're annoying. In a positive way." Badger - "because they nest and are feral when they need to be. They are also surly and unshaven. You just remind me of that talking badger from Narnia." So I guess I look like a crack addict that doesn't put out. And I'm also like Hydroxycut, because I help people lose weight. I have wonderful friends. Of course everyone has goals and aspirations they seek to achieve. At least, I would hope so. Anyway, these are goals I have that my friends think I will not accomplish: -quit smoking -drink pickle juice -obtain the lifestyle I want -finish school That's not so bad. Plus, I could always show them up. So what am I looking for? An attractive guy in his late 20's/early 30's. You gotta have a house with a lawn. And money. Cuz, I mean... c'mon. I could be sorta like a housewife. Just not the type to bang the pool boy. Or, on the other hand I could just go for a nice guy. But you gotta be mature, screw that drama crap. We could hang out and do nothing together and find ways to enjoy each others company. So, what do you think? I'm a pretty good catch, eh?

(1 said “Huh?” |What say you?) Whatchoowan? [02 Sep 2008|09:44pm] [ mood | irked ] I feel like things shifted out of my favor. Well, things haven't really been in my favor, but even more so currently. I'm trying to quit smoking, so that probably explains it. I'm doing pretty well. I need positivity. I think I'll find it. I might not even need to look that hard.

(What say you?) Muzak [01 Aug 2008|08:08pm] [ mood | discontent ] Have you ever been in some kind of mood because of something that's happening? And you're just trying to keep yourself occupied? And you're listening to music, but not really paying attention? And then there's just a random song with some lyrics that totally click to what you're dealing with... Or, like, advice that you wish a friend would have told you instead of some random song you haven't listened to in ages? Yeah... never happened to me either.

(2 said “Huh?” |What say you?) Friends [30 Jul 2008|01:01am] Friends have the oddest way of swooping down out of nowhere and telling you those things that you need to hear to make you feel better. Even though it may not resolve any of your current issues, that boost they give you definitely helps. I think that's something that, though deeply appreciated, goes unrewarded most often. I love my friends. ...even though we hate each other most of the time. I'm sure I've got their backs in the future. (if only i could stop needing saving once in a while)

(What say you?) That's why they call it "salad". [03 Mar 2008|08:12pm] [ mood | accomplished ] [ music | FFXII ] After two days of relentless effort... my car is in the garage. Without the help of my roommates and a complete stranger it would not be possible. I have work to do, but I think I'm procrastinating. For some reason... maybe because I'm exhausted. But, eh, I'll get it done. Tonight/tomorrow morning. I won't go to bed until I do, I should say. Okay... I think I'm getting the hang of this now. But don't expect me to fill in on any back details. If you really cared, you woulda been here for them. Rawr. I love peanut butter.

(What say you?) What a great place to vent [01 Mar 2008|05:38pm] [ mood | bored ] I'm always worried that I'm boring. Being boring isn't exactly an attractive trait. It can, in fact, put you at the bottom of the list. I don't think I'm boring... but when I have a feeling that I need to be twenty four hours a day. That's exclusively my fault and I'm getting used to that fact. But still, at the same time it is pressing on my head. I think the reason for that is because I was rejected once because of how "boring" I was. It was no fault of my own though... but shit like that sticks with me. Also... something else... hang on... Damn. I lost it. Maybe later then?

(What say you?) Dreamin' [01 Mar 2008|12:45pm] [ mood | feelin' good ] I've been having the most unsettling dreams lately. But today that finally ended. I had good dreams. Or rather... odd ones, I should say. I don't remember all the details. But they were very vivid. And I know that they are just ripe with hidden meanings. I've been having a recurring dream so we'll start there. The scenario is as follows: I'm crossing a large, concrete footbridge with my two sisters and other people who's faces and names I don't see. We've got crates of wine that we're sneaking over the bridge. It's nighttime and it's snowing heavily, which makes this a difficult task. We're all sketched out, for some reason, and I either drop or bump into a crate of wine. When the lid comes off, I see that there are no bottles at all, it's just a crate full of wine (which starts spilling out). Everytime I get half way across the bridge, someone spots a cop car and we all ditch the wine. Then we try to casually walk across the rest of the bridge without getting caught. Then I realize that I'm old enough to have alcohol so I stop caring. Then I start feeling drowsy and sluggish, like I'm heavily sedated. Then for the remainder of the dream I'm sliding and rolling in the piles of snow, though I think I'm just try to walk and get around them. Everyone who crosses the bridge seems to be acting in this same manner. Strange, huh? I gotta figure out what it means. The only colors I remember are white and yellow. I have more, but this was the most vivid to me. And also... nobody likes to hear about other people's dreams... I mean. C'mon.

(What say you?) Okay... [29 Feb 2008|11:52pm] [ mood | not that thrilled ] I've really been needed to get something off of my chest. And it's hard because I can't talk to anyone about it. I can't even write it here, where nobody looks... I think there's only one course of action to get this movin' along... and that's something that I can't jeopardize at a time like this. I guess, overall, it comes down to my patience and understanding. And once again putting someone else before me. I just want... for once, to be put first in someone else's life. I'm starting to lose hope. I've lost the vision that my mother gave me. I just don't understand why I do what I do anymore. Ugh... depressing.

(2 said “Huh?” |What say you?) [28 Feb 2008|09:25pm] I really don't even know why I bother. It's not that it's anything important. Probably something I'll forget about as time passes. But still, it seems so important now. I'm sick of being rejected. I'm tired of being the wanting. I'm tired of being overlooked. I hate how I'm taken advantage of. But mostly I hate that it's all my doing.

(1 said “Huh?” |What say you?) What's it been? A while? [25 Feb 2008|11:34pm] [ mood | bored ] I think I'm gonna start using this thing again. Just an FYI. I think it's a safe place to talk about stuff and junk. Since, well... nobody reads it anymore. But on the upper hand, I'll have the complete and detailed chronicles of my life posted somewhere. I mean, we can't all be expected to simply -remember- things. I mean, if we needed to nobody would've invented paper which, in turn, developed into the internet. Look at the time line. Check history. It's all there folks. I'm broke, unemployed, and insatiably bored. I also miss Cowboy Bebop very much.

(What say you?) Discontinue is irritation develops. [04 Feb 2007|04:08pm] [ mood | amused ] Today's list of things done and due to be done: - Wake up and go immediately back to bed for 2 more hours. - Get rid of my hang over by petting my cat until his skin bleeds. - Drink two cups of coffee, then switch to fifteen cans of soda. - Do my laundry. - Begin doing my laundry, and then get sidetracked on the internet for 4 hours. - Delete a bunch of stuff. You know. Cuz. - Remember I'm doing laundry and then hate my life. - Do the dishes while jamming out uncontrollably to my music. - Change laundry loads over... grumbling the whole time. - Finish the never ending dishes and then clean the whole kitchen. - Stare into the fridge blankly for 20 minutes. - Begin to boil water. - Get sidetracked on the internet again for an hour and realize the water is all boiled up. - Boil more water. - Put something edible into the water and cook it. - Eat. - Finish my damn laundry sometime this millenium. - Annoy my cat again until I get bored with it. - Sleep? - Video games at some point. I think that's everything. Oh... wait. I peed at some point. Maybe twice? I don't really keep track. Hopefully all my days are at least this exciting.

(What say you?) Ryan is DaBomb.com [17 Oct 2006|02:01am] [ mood | amused ] I went to my friends wedding and it was all romantic and shit. And I kept saying "Aw... how cute!" and then getting more to drink. Then after I went down to Boston with Ryan and we got pretty damn wasted and then walked around. We went to Avalon to around loud music and barely anybody, but it was still totally awesome. I remember at some point, we stopped at Shaw's so I could buy some meat. I was hungry! Then we hung out with his sister, until like five in the morning, when I decided I should head home. It was truly a boss night. I wanna do it, like, more and stuff. Maybe I should just move to Boston.

(What say you?) [21 Sep 2006|03:01am] [ mood | awake ] I wanted to update this thing, but have quickly realized that there isn't much to update about. *cough* Okay, that maybe a lie. I mean it's been, what, a month or so? Well, whatever. I suppose I just don't feel like posting about all the stupid junky poop that's happened. And instead want something that you could happily frolic through. Like peanut butter. Thick, creamy, delicious. Though, I guess one couldn't exactly frolic through peanut butter. But you know what I mean. I have a fondness for pool. A fondness so great, that if it were possible to date, marry, and have children with it, I would. But sadly, this is not possible, and I am forced to remain at arms length and simply dream. My feet are solid blocks of ice at the moment, and it makes for a rather difficult trip across the kitchen floor. In fact, I think my hip is broken. And apparently, I am seventy-five.

(4 said “Huh?” |What say you?) Fridays should never suck. [18 Aug 2006|09:27pm] [ mood | pensive ] Today was soaked in disappointment and boredom. Not exactly the best of days. But it was a little relaxing. And warm. Maybe a little too warm. My only goal at this point is to get my effing car back. That'll solve so many problems it's unbelievable. And also I have something to say to a certain someone out there: "What?"

(2 said “Huh?” |What say you?) thanks to emily... [18 Aug 2006|09:09am] [ mood | amused ] My good friend Emily has recently been quoting things from "The Book of Ratings". I found these items to be quite hilarious, and decided to do some investigating on my own. That was where things went horribly wrong... It was a day just like any other. I had woken up, poured myself some coffee, and nursed my hangover with a couple aspirin and warm shower. I logged onto my inter-life and saw a few quotes that made me giggle. But not just any kind of giggle. This was the kind of giggle that could easily be misinterpreted as a chortle or guffaw. And that is where the problems began. From that moment on, I scoured the internet, page by page, reading this collection of whismcal and sometimes disinteresting snip-its of some strangers opinion. From "Pasta Shapes" to "The A-Team", I read. My life, in it's greatness, was diminished to nearly nothingness. And in this great sacrifice of my own humanity, I found a couple things I really liked. On Kool-Aid Flavors: Sharkleberry Fin Unless my memory for soft drinks is failing me, this flavor was profoundly wrong. This was back when Kool-Aid R&D had basically given up on trying to maintain parallels between Kool-Aid flavors and colors and those of actual fruit. Sharkleberry Fin was pink. Not just pink, but dishwashing-liquid-pink. Pearly Pepto-Bismol pink. It looked like Kewpie doll bile. And it tasted, well, let's just say it was about as tasty as one could expect a "sharkleberry" to be. On crayons: Brick Red A red among reds. A true red's red. Oh, sure, I wouldn't want to do without plain old "red," but brick red adds that certain je ne sais whatever to everything from fire engines to Superman's cape. It says "I see the world in a more shadowy, but perhaps deeper tone than most." It also says "My brother's using the red."

(2 said “Huh?” |What say you?) Work and whatever else there was. [15 Aug 2006|06:49pm] [ mood | cheerful ] [ music | Hot Hot Heat ] I worked today. And I really enjoyed that feeling. I'm going to be doing some more of that tomorrow and the day after. And so on and so forth. I think I will start looking around elsewhere as well, for more work. Because that equals more money. And money is what I want. I did some fiddling with my MySpace profile and I think it looks a bit sharper now. I'm not too fantastic at layouts and all that, but I did a pretty good job, eh? My sister is cooking dinner, which is nice, because I didn't feel like doing it. I think I did last night, but I can't remember. I got a little on the "effed-up" side of things, but it wasn't quite that fun because it was an accident. And then I just got scared, and now I don't feel well. Last time I look for medicine in the dark. I'm still smoking too many cigarettes and could really really really go for a nice cold beer right now. I already miss it's flavor. Mmm. I got to talk to a few people last night and today so far, and that was fun. It was people that I haven't really heard from lately, so that made it even better. I want to go out and have fun, but I really think I need to take a short break from that just so fun doesn't become "not fun". That and I found out today that I have to wait three weeks before I get my first paycheck! That's crazy. So, I'm hoping I can find something before then that will pay me before then, because I can't wait until then. And I think I just successfully used the word "then" three times in one sentence. I don't care if it sounds stupid, I still win. Life overall is still continuing in that upward motion. It's delicious. I am hungry. And I'm going to watch a movie.

(1 said “Huh?” |What say you?) Mystery in all guises [14 Aug 2006|03:11pm] [ mood | tired ] [ music | Cowboy Bebop ] jeal·ous adj. Fearful or wary of being supplanted; apprehensive of losing affection or position. Sleep is not something I'm allowed to have anymore. I consulted the gods, and they have agreed. Everytime I have the opportunity to sleep, I can't for one reason or another. Now, I won't lie there have been some exceptions. I got some sleep this weekend, but alcohol and pot really helped it along. So the plan? Get wasted every night as my own personal lullaby. Uh... well, that won't happen either. That's too expensive so I'll think of a new plan. What did I do these past few days, you ask? I had some fun. Nothing too fancy. And nothing really to write home about. Just a general hanging out with friends category. But, still! It was a good time nonetheless. And I love my friends for that. They are the best. Each and every one. Well... maybe not that one. My "new life" starts tomorrow. At least, it kinda feels like that. Your life is always different in some way with a new job. Thinking back on it, I've had very different lifestyles depending on which job I had or didn't have. And in addition to a new job, my responsibilities are also different. I'm not gonna be totally bogged down with debt and bills, trying desperately to catch up and never quite getting there. So that'll make it different too. I guess, really I'm going into this job with a different goal than before too. I've also been hanging out with different people. I've been pretty different (again) all around. It's not that I'm fake or anything. I'm staying the same person in ever sense, it's just that my direction keeps changing. For the past six months, after I broke free, I've just been "going with the flow". That's gotten me into trouble here and there. However, very entertaining. And now, as of tomorrow, I can start saving up and then move on to my new life. One single goal. Very refreshing. I miss my computer. I want that fixed ASAP. I don't care about the rest of my stuff though. It's all... whatever. I want to go to a bookstore. I could wait until I get some money... but I really just wanna look for books on stuff. But I know if I find something I want... I will want it then. So maybe I should wait. And this is sort of weird, since I don't really read that often. But what can I say? I'm wild. I am now addicted to iced tea. Random. And while jumping from page to page, listening to music, and letting my cigarette burn down to nothing, I realize that there is something that I want. And it's something that I won't get. I'll just go get a bunch of other things I want, and that will make it all better. Like a tattoo, pizza, a new ring, a necklace, some new pants, maybe a new pair of shoes, a laptop, a new bigger iPod, a not broken computer, a pack of cigarettes, some beer, or a cat. I'd settle for groceries and a haircut though. Fry: Hey, you have no right to criticize the 20th century. We gave the world the light bulb, the steam boat and the cotton gin. Leela: Those things are all from the 19th century. Fry: Yeah, well, they probably just copied us.

(1 said “Huh?” |What say you?) Yen is Japanese currency. I love being right. [11 Aug 2006|05:13pm] [ mood | bored ] [ music | Stabbing Westward... I just got the craving. ] Apparently, I'm great at making a mess. In the process of standing up to get a drink, I knocked over the entire desk. Oops. So, after that fiasco, let's get down to business. I finally got off my lazy, drunken, irresponsible, but still adorable ass and got a job. I actually got a job back. From years ago. It's definitely not going to be the same, but hopefully it will be fun. One of my favorite people still works there and she is super excited for my return. So paychecks will be coming in. Thank god. And luckily, I have no bills to pay now! Woot! Sort of... heh. I knew that everything bad happening would turn out to be good. It always does. I do need to extend my thanks to Emily for putting up with my "blah, blah, blah"s. You're a trooper, Em. This keyboard effing sucks. My wrists hurt after typing four words. I'm gonna get CTS from this entry. Dear lord... I still really do not like children. Just to clarify. So this week has been pretty great. I was out for most of it, I believe. It went from Monday to Friday a little too quickly, and now my days are all mixed up in my head. But from what I can remember, Kevin had his birthday this week. He turned the big 19. It's a wicked lame age, but we had a good time anyway. I went to my first party with him, and it smelled really really really really really nasty. We drank a lot of Jose Cuervo Citrico, and it was delicious and we got wasted. Then we just sorta kept drinking after that. Until I came home, pretty much. Great times. I remember eating the best chinese food ever, playing Scattergories, and then breaking into a garage to steal beer and play pool. Fun! With a captial "F". Right. So, today I've just done the usual... argued with my family, ate food even though I promised myself not too, bought beer for a bunch of teenagers, took a shower, smoked cigarettes, stole my sister's car, listened to music, and update my internet junk. *yawn* "You're watching Futurama. The show that does not advocate the cool crime of robbery."

(What say you?) Waking up to drunken teenagers. [04 Aug 2006|12:49pm] [ mood | determined ] I hate when someone calls me or IM's me... and I miss it. Especially when I'm not doing anything. Like, in the other room. It aggrivates me, because I would like to talk to someone. And it also aggrivates me, because generally it looks like I'm just ignoring the person trying to talk to me. Do you see why this is a problem? Speaking of problems, my sister did not know what Fanta was. She was asking me if it was a soda. I thought that concept was pretty much gathered from their "thirst quenching" advertisements. And even still, how could you possibly mistake a soda for anything else. Is that a soda? Or is it toast? I can't tell. And also, she was really angry at me last night because a wonderful friend of mine, who shall remain nameless (ian), decided to galavant up to my window at two in the morning. He was not alone. He also brought his entire group of friends over... and I guess just expected to come inside and hang out. Because that's what started to happen. I had to shoo them all out, and one friend kept apologizing for everything. I think his name was Jarvis or something. But all in the all, the experience would have been better had it not taken place. Oh, also, I'm making progress in my goals. Sort of. I'll talk about that when something actually really does happen. For now, my wrists hurt, because this keyboard offers no physical support.

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