Me, being studly while dressing nice. 

Some cool shit

yes, that is the current electoral vote predictor, go Kerry...
George W. Bush you are a fucking moron, go do some coke.

My Top 40 Songs of Tuesday Night

I'm fucking bored, so just for shits and giggles here are the 40 top songs of Tuesday night. If you don't know of the song/band, check them out, or die.

1. The Killers - Somebody Told Me
2. Beck - Loser
3. Scissor Sisters - Laura
4. The Secret Machines - Breathe
5. Lit - My Own Worst Enemy
6. The Walkmen - We've Been Had
7. Harvey Danger - Flagpole Sitta
8. ACDC - Thunderstruck
9. Ween - Baby Bitch
10. Old 97's - Won't Be Home
11. Guster - Amsterdam
12. Radiohead - Paranoid Android
13. Fugazi - Waiting Room
14. Dishwalla - Somewhere in the Middle
15. Modest Mouse - Dramamine
16. Eve 6 - Inside Out
17. Ben Folds Five - Army
18. Superchunk - Good Dreams
19. Fuel - Shimmer
20. Neutral Milk Hotel - Holland 1945
21. Wilco - I Am a Wheel
22. Interpol - Obstacle 1
23. Stereogram - Walkie Talkie Man
24. Franz Ferdinand - Dark of the Matinee
25. Gomez - Machismo
26. Gang of Four - Damaged Goods
27. Dandy Warhols - Bohemian Like You
28. Mission of Burma - Thats When I Reach for My Revolver
29. The Pony's - Looking Out a Mirror
30. Pedro the Lion - A Mind of Her Own
31. Modest Mouse - Talking Shit About a Pretty Sunset
32. Oasis - Wonderwall
33. Everclear - Father of Mine
34. The Libertines - Time for Heroes
35. The Concretes - Lonely as Can Be
36. The Shins - Kissing the Lipless
37. REM - Whats the Frequency Kennith
38. The Velvet Underground - Heroin
39. Collective Soul - Spit Me Out
40. Blur - Song 2

All right, those are the top 40 songs to me, at this moment in time, download them.

Once I get my lazy ass in gear I will post some more cool shit, until then you get this, which is my bored shit.

Peace cats...

Seattle

Alright, it has been a long time since I last made a real post, basically I just became Mexican and was a lazy ass, so sue me if I pissed you off by not updating. Many things happened in that time I was gone, and I don't really want to talk about it, so what I will tell you was I drank a lot of alcohol, was completely irresponsible, had a lot of fun, and didn't wake up hungover once, so basically I will call those weeks a huge success. Then I went to Seattle...

Seattle: Alright, I flew out to Seattle while my parents and the sister drove up there for a wedding, yes, they are fucking morons, I can't stand to be in the same house as my sister, so I can't imagine a 20 hour drive in a fucking MINIVAN with my sister. The term suicide comes to mind even to contemplate that, so I won't even think about it. Meanwhile, I drove my lazy ass up to Springfield and hopped on a plane, just to sit on my lazy ass some more, and suddenly 6 hours later I am in Seattle, one of the most badass cities in the world. Credited with the grunge revolution, Seattle practically invented early 90's rock, the first thing I did was kiss the ground and proclaim loudly that I wasn't worthy. After the odd stares I got up grabbed my bag and got picked up by my cousin Joe. I was hungry so we stopped at a place called "Dicks" to grab a bite to eat. I will admit, that was the best Dick I have EVER eaten, being the one and only, McDonald's better wash their ass, because Dick's doesn't want to go home stinky. Alrighty, the next few days i hung out and helped the cool side of the family prepare for the wedding of my cousin Liz. The wedding was a lot of fun, it was great, there really was nothing to make fun of, and it really was a textbook wedding. I got to administer the communion, I was a little afraid that a giant bolt of lightning would strike through the ceiling of the cathedral and smite me since I am a little bit atheist/agnostic (can't make up my mind), but for some fucked up reason god let me live, he must've been recovering from the long night with all those hot angel sex slave babes he has up there, lucky me. That night I stayed at the hotel my parents rented, this hotel was fucking awesome, it was a 200$ a night hotel, and it was fucking sweet. The minibar was a little overpriced, and the 10 Ft. snickers bar was a little stale, but still...this hotel had one very sweet defining quality though, they would give out complimentary goldfish. I mean, how fucking badass is that, a hotel that gives you a complimentary goldfish to keep you company, which got me to thinking of other sweet stuff hotels would give you complimentary.
The complementary list:
1) Complementary breakfast, that would be so fucking badass, you just stayed in the hotel for 200 bucks a night and you get a free 35 cent breakfast, sadly Hotel Monaco didn't offer that, just a fucking goldfish.
2) Complementary guns, how sweet would that be, i mean, they give out guns if you open a bank account at a certain bank chain, why cant hotels give out free guns when you stay the night.
3) Complementary money, nuff said
4) Complementary sushi, nuff said
5) Complementary whores, i can see it now..."Come stay at Presidents Hotel for a night you are guaranteed a night you won't forget." "Daddy, why is mommy not going on this trip?" (ugh, they would get dirty fast)
6) Complementary Sprints (for approved women only), there is plenty of me to go around ladies...
7) Complementary HBO, that would be so fucking sweet...
8) Complementary compliments, kinda like flair.....
Alright, this hotel was actually pretty lame when you take in the effect of the cost, the fact there was no free food, no pool, shitty ass workout room, and the interior looked like it had been done by straight eye for the queer guy. But there was a fucking sweet elevator and it was in the middle of downtown Seattle, so it almost evened out. After a couple of nights surviving the parents, they left in the van again leaving me with the badass cousins, and I ended up just wandering around Seattle a whole lot, just having fun and soaking up the vibe. I found a fucking awesome store there, website, the best music store period. Seattle was fucking awesome, everything was fucked up when I got back, but that's another story I am probably going to be to lazy to tell about.

Latest news: Shit, wasn't that what that entire last post was about?

I have randomly inserted 6 frames of porn into this blog.

I'm broke.

Iraqi soccer is pretty damn good, fucking Americans....

Really fucking broke.

School starts tomorrow, and I haven't done any of my AP History homework, Keckzkamethy is going to throw me in the ovens because he is Nazi and I have Jewish lineage.

Currently Listening to: Old 97's - Won't Be Home (good shit!)

Currently watching: Olympics (go Netherlands)

Currently eating: Nothing, I'm broke

Currently sexing up: Complimentary goldfish

That is all I really want to talk about, bye!

Hiatus

Alright, I am currently working on two blog posts, I have been to busy/lazy to work on this for the past few weeks...

News that won't be in the two next posts: I am now a brunette again, so yes, I am now hot as well as available.

My car is fucked, i don't want to go into detail, but it is...so don't expect rides from me, anyone.


News that will be in the next two posts: My badass trip to Seattle

The hell that waited when I got home.

Its a bird, its a plane, its Courtney Love...fuck

This post is 6 days old, I needed to stick it up before i work on a new one.

Well, I had an interesting revelation last night, I looked at that picture I posted of me looking like the better half of a monkeys ass, and I realized I kinda looked like Courtney fucking Love herself. The queen of drug and alcohol abuse herself, the psycho bitch who killed one of the most influential rock stars ever. I look like Courtney Love in all her drunken, blonde headed, ugly ass bitchy hoe glory (minus the rather impressive breasts), honestly I feel like jumping off the Twin Towers, but to bad they are gone.  After 10 minutes of seeing my hair blonde, I realized that I had just made a HUGE FUCKING MISTAKE! The interesting thing was, I had Sampson like powers with the ladies before I got it dyed, I could fling my hair around like Fabio, but now I am like a simple trailer park trash Fabio, life sucks.

Saturday: I don't remember what happened Saturday, I wrote a bunch of junk down on my little notepad, but I don't remember which things happened on which days, so for Saturday lets just say I was at the Playboy Mansion partying with the Hef. Oh wait, I think that Saturday was also my last day of work at that shit hole also known as Casa Montez, I am finally free from the constraints of work, wait, I suddenly have a $700 car bill to pay? FUCK!!

Sunday: Sunday was the fateful day I had my hair dyed, it started out normal, then Saysan showed up with PERMANENT BLEACH. Like a moron I let her and Anissa go ahead and have their way with my luscious locks, turning them me into the white, trailer park trash, meth dealer I am today. Instead of having nice sandy blonde hair, it ended up orangish and not all that smooth...

Monday: Monday I woke up bright and early to go to soccer camp at 8:30 AM, lets just say that people were stupefied by the change I had gone through, the first things out of coach Mac's mouth were, "Sprint! How is the meth lab going", at that point I broke down and started crying, remembering how cruel coach Mac really is.  We ran our asses off in the 90 degree 10 o'clock heat and it was great, I miss soccer, even though I am so bad at it I wouldn't qualify for the Special Olympics soccer team. Maher and I took my car to the mechanic to get it checked out, and I awaited my call the next day...

Tuesday: Soccer camp again, lots of running, and sometime during the mix of it all I got a phone call from the mechanic, the wiring in my car was melted into one giant ball of plastic and slag, also known as: Your car is incredibly fucked up and we are going to overcharge your ass for the repair. Their estimate was 300-700 dollars, I figured that wasn't all that bad to have the car fixed and be able to be free to drive around on my own again without trouble, I told the mechanic "Go for it." Which also means: I know you are overcharging me for this repair, but I don't give a rats posterior.  The rest of the day was a total and complete blur, I remember sleeping a lot, and Thomas was there a lot of the time.

Wednesday: Well since soccer camp was all week, just assume I went, and I would like to thank the people supporting me with rides during all this, just remember you all still owe me until my car is fixed or I buy a new one.  That day after soccer Shayan, Thomas, and I all decided to go see Spiderman 2 at 1:30. So I just head out with Thomas, we get to the theater all excited. Watched the previews, were incredibly stoked, I applauded and cheered when the opening credits came on and got dirty looks from the other 2 and a half people in the theatre, other than our little clique. (they were old, so they probably were giving me a dirty look anyways) I was so incredibly stoked for the movie, waiting to see Spiderman kick the living hell out of a rather chubby man with mechanical arms, which are somehow immune to magnetism and heat...After about 10 minutes I found out this movie was corny, incredibly corny,  in fact, it had more corn  than Fat Bastard's crap. So after some buildup, and a subplot of Spiderman's powers diminishing, with not as much action as I wanted, I started to get a little disappointed. So at the end of the movie, I was saddened by the fact there was not as much action as there seemed to be in the preview, and that it focused more on Peter Parkers love life. If I wanted to see a movie about love, I would watch Cold Mountain. If I want to see a movie about Spiderman, I want to see him kicking bad guys ass nonstop, although I do like the way it set itself up for a sequel, hopefully the creators read this and say "this little shit is right, it needs more action" After that Thomas and I met up with Maher at the Chexican, the new chinese/mexican place (where the sombrero meets the samurai, even though they are Japanese) I was surprised to find out that Patricia Pham works there, and in fact her extended PHAMily (nice pun, thanks maher) own the place. So we all chilled there and then were incredibly sick later in the night, for some reason Mexican and Chinese food at the same buffet table sounds much less appeasing after you have eaten it.

Thursday: Lets see, we went to the chexican again for team bonding, I feel like a moron, I've felt bad all day. I got a call from the mechanic and they had some important information for me about my little rice burning car...the repair would cost over 1200 dollars. I told them to stop repairs, I would pay for the diagnosis, and the half hour they had put into it already (103 bucks), I drove it home and parked it underneath a tree, waiting for someone (me) to crawl underneath and pull out basically every bit of wiring, then pull out the dashboard and all that wiring, then completely fuck up, i mean rewire the whole thing. So basically I am without a car until I can get my ass into gear and try to fix it.  Lets see, that was like 6 days ago, I really don't remember anything else from that day except that the soccer team went to the Chexican

 

Alright, all that shit is old news,  meant to be posted 6 days ago...I will update sometime in the next couple of days about the badass weekend in KC.