i just spent the last five minutes logging in and out of blogger. i would log in, click the “sign out” button, smack myself in the forehead and repeat. ugh.

anyways, i went out driving/riding with my brother (me in the Civic and him in his CBR600) and wow…talk about relaxing. no pressures, no worries, just cruising through the twisties with the windows down and playing a slow David Tao number. we went pretty south (to Lemont, if you know where that is in relation to my house) and i saw things and took roads that i knew not of…one of these is a really cool highway-style street that goes over the Des Plaines river. while i was on it, i glanced ahead and all i saw was forest and a few church steeples jutting out through the canopy. wai…maybe i’ll go back and take a few pictures, we’ll see. and then…like all things in life that seem to start off good, the sky darkened. the clouds looming overhead burst and rain fell. hard. poor Dan had to ride slowly back in the rain and he was pretty soaked by the time we got back.

as i watched the rain cascade to the pavement, i was reminded of the time back in the city when i was trapped outside in a thunderstorm and it took me an hour to get from westside to eastside. i freakin’ miss the city…and after reviewing the hundreds of pictures i took, i feel bad having taken it for granted. all the time i spent inside my dorm…i could’ve been outside taking in the sights and sounds and experiencing the city. i hate the suburbs…but oh well, such is life.

well, i saw “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom” for the second time earlier today and let me tell ya…the movie was AMAZING…-inly horrible. first off, the supporting actress just will not SHUT UP. she screams her head off from the start of the movie til the end and seems to be in there only for the sake of having a girl (and a fairly ugly one at that) in the film. in short, i spent the majority of the film wanting to deal swift blows to her head.

the other great thing about the movie are action sequences. Indiana is always fighting somebody for no apparent reason whether it be a turban-wearing assassin or a whole gang of turban-wearing assassins. but of course, Jones never loses a fight. he swings his fists of archeological fury, wields his whip or my personal favorite, picks up random weapons that seemingly appear out of nowhere at his convenience.

well, that’s all i have to say about it for now.

just a month ago i was unknowingly going for days without eating because i forgot or was just too busy and now i’m hungry all the time. another thing that bothers me is that i’ve been having cravings for White Castle.

what???

yeah, i dunno…i used to crave sushi or steak back in the day…and now i’ve sunken down to wanting poorly made, undersized “hamburgers.” they don’t even really taste all that good and for pete’s sake, dry wood has more nutritional value…so the question is: why do i long for such crap?

drugs!

Coca-Cola was once rumored to have contained trace amounts of cocaine…so we know the concept is nothing new. i believe that good ol’ black fortress slips a lil’ sumthin’sumthin’ into that so-called “meat.” given its grease-retaining ability and unknown origin, the meat is probably the most ideal ingredient in which to hide addictive substances. nobody cares what’s in it and nobody wants to know…perfect. this is, of course, to ensure a steady flow of repeat customers who’ll stop at nothing to receive a fix…and the fact that sliders is open 24/7 only makes it easier for us bloodshot-eyed addicts to go and drop a cool five bucks for a sack of ten. but i must resist the urge and stop pouring poison down my throat…so i’ll go to bed instead of going to the drive-thru. dang it, i’m hungry.

yesterday i found and killed this extremely grotesque insect i found on my wall…it was like a cross between a millipede and a grasshopper. its blood was bright purple. interesting but DISGUSTING.

today i looked at the same spot and there was a pretty big spider (about the size of a quarter) in the same spot (munching on leftovers?) so i killed it as well.

just thought you’d all like to know.

owned!

(my apologies to 56k)

well, the tournament was fun (even though my team was utterly annihilated). go “fun.”

speaking of which, since when did “fun” become such an integral part of our vocabulary? it’s become so natural for me to see people off with a simple “have fun” lately…i feel guilty about it sometimes, like i’m somehow contributing to the declination of the things that “really count.”

while not inherently evil, i think “fun” is more than capable of holding some negative connotations (drinking, promiscuity, etc…) which is why i’m not 100% comfortable with using that word all the time. i think it’s sad how fun-driven our society has become. as if anything not “fun” isn’t worth our time.

you know what else is sad? how i can’t write worth beans unless i’m BSing for a class. take the above text for example…my thoughts are scattered and incomplete, my words are gibberish, anyone who attempts to read it will probably leave my site more confused than before and it will probably feed their ever-growing hatred towards me. ha…that makes me feel good. ugh.

hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey

tournament tomorrow.

with the upcoming release of 2fast 2furious, i’m presented with an interesting dilemma:

i’m not sure if i want to watch it or not.

on one hand, i love cars. despite the millions of mistakes and inaccuracies (MoTec exhaust? sr20det’s in a Civic?…riiight) that littered the first film, the cars were still nice (minus the horrific decals on the sides). i didn’t mind that the storyline was drier than a mouthful of sand because…well, i didn’t watch the movie for the plot…and i pity anyone who did. i saw “the fast and the furious” for one purpose and one purpose only: the CARS.

on the flipside, i love cars. in the sequel, there’s a bastardized Skyline that makes an appearance. FUN! they just took one of my dream cars and totally RUINED it. *groan*

i also DESPISE paul walker and bad acting in general. for those of you that don’t know, paul walker would be the scruffy looking whiteboy main character in the first movie whose only real lines were a resounding “hell yeah” and “i need naaaaaaawzzz.” where did they dig this guy up from? the dump behind a trailer park? seriously now, paul couldn’t act his way out of a cardboard box and he DEFINITELY does NOT fit the description of the typical street racer (or a typical anything, for that matter). speaking of typical…where are all the ASIANS? we’re the ones who started this subculture for crying out loud, aren’t we entitled to anything? of course not, because we’re all gun-toting villains who ride motorcycles and demand Nissan engines for our Hondas. what a twisted world we live in.

i’ve resisted the urge for too long.

does anyone ever read this thing? because i’d sure like to know if i’m wasting my time.

taken from Jeff Chou’s profile

It was announced today that Canada is now prepared to help the US in its war against terrorism. They have promised to commit two of their largest battleships, six thousand armed troops and sixty fighter jets. However, after the exchange rate, that comes down to a canoe, two mounties and a flying squirrel.