Prepare for the Anger

Oh the joys of being an English Major...

2009-10-15T19:40:00.001-07:00

So, I went to my new job today to get into the system, and pick up some employee handbooks. All was well and I went home to find...my diploma! Yippee. I told my mom, as she was trying to take it out of the mail box: "Don't you even think about it." That's some happy news. So now, let's get on to the irritated part of my day.

I get home, hang with the family, eat some pizza and then decide I should read some of the hand books and what not. I open the"Loss Prevention Handbook" and...start finding mistakes in the writing. This was a 14 page book and I found problems on 8 of those pages. Guess who is having a conversation with his manager about this on Saturday? Me. I have decided to talk to him about sending these corrections to our corporate office, because these are unforgivable errors that are easily fixed. But here is the fun of being an English major...are that many people really going to CARE as much to know that there are no more grammatical errors in the handbook and/ or notice that the language is any more precise? I think not. Hell, I am sure I am the first one to notice the errors in this current version of the "Loss Prevention Handbook".

In other news, here is the real reason this note is being written, and perhaps send to my blog and okcupid post: I ran across the profile of a woman on Okcupid today that made me irritated. I had originally clicked on her profile in order to checkout her sizable assets (big breasts) and when I started to read her profile...I came to the conclusion that she was no where near as smart she thinks she is. First, she states that she is bad at spelling and grammar and good at run on sentences. She attributes this to laziness and public school and noting that nothing we teach kids past 7th grade is valuable or useful information. First sign of an idiot thinking they are smarter than the rest of the world. She also states that she is "real" and that not everyone will like you if you are "real" but if everyone likes you then you are "fake". Right, well guess what, nameless woman on okcupid, no one likes you or your condescending attitude, especially if you think that education is a pointless endeavor. Sure, you play role playing games, chess and like Anime but does that REALLY make you any more intelligent, probably not. She also makes a note, at the end of her profile, that she isn't looking for any drama because "high school is over" which, from experience, tells me that SHE is a drama queen. I just found her profile so irritating that I couldn't even bare to not share this information. What's the worst part? She probably makes more money than me and I WENT to college. - Irritatedly yours - Quyn

WTF Gaming, did you get lazy?

2009-09-20T18:51:00.000-07:00

I was on myspace earlier, getting ready to write someone back when I noticed, on the myspace home screen (not my own mind you) that they were pushing a preview for a game called Blur. The game cover looked kind of cool and being the racing game fan that I am I decided to give this a whirl. I clicked, excited to see the game trailer/ footage what have you and...it's some stupid ad with what I can assume are the names of power ups being shouted to a beat that wishes it to be electro house while those power up images flash over internet images of people getting hurt. Wow, this game must either A. Be aiming at the lowest common denominator or B. Really, really blow elven chunks. It's like they weren't even trying. We've all seen these vids: The kid who almost falls out of the Drop Zone-type ride, the stupid teen throwing a bottle of diet soda + mentos and getting hit, a guy getting hit in the crotch by a rocket (on his own merit no less) and they offered me no sense of what this game was, or will be. The internet attacks us with a myriad (great word, I know) of advertisements, some of them are even kind of interesting, but this was a blatantly bad ad that would never have flown on television for the sole reason that tracking those people down to get their permission to do an ad would have been a logistical nightmare. This isn't good at all and I won't be buying Blur on the sheer merit of this dumb ass ad. PS. I would link to it, but I closed the window already. - Quyn

PS. I lied: Here is the atrocity of gaming advertising.

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&VideoID=63164176

On being a college graduate.

2009-07-25T11:47:00.000-07:00

So I am sitting in a Fricker's, having a beer with my parents and I am annoyed as all fuck. I can't really decide what I want in life, I can't figure out where I want to go and being in Dayton kills me because I honestly don't care for the kind of people around here. Maybe it's just the area of Dayton in which I reside, but I am running across a good number of white trash rednecks. Example, a guy who goes to an Asian buffet with his kids in order to brag about getting crab legs. Yeah, there are a lot of people with what I call the mysterious southern accent. Yeah, we are in southern Ohio but it's still like an hour drive to Kentucky. I understand people in Cincy having southern accents, I really do, but how does a person who lives in a place like Huber Heights get a southern, "hick" accent? I don't get it. Maybe I am being elietest and maybe I am just being snobbish. (Perhaps it's the 6 years I spent in a college town being able to have a discussion using multi-syllabic words more compliacted than "delicatessan".) But for the most part I can't believe the people I see around here. I am lost in a sea of college graduates with useless degrees. I am an english major. I want to write, I know that's what I want to do. I want to write comics, movies, shows, I want to do comedy I want to do everything and while my father tells me that I need to start the process rather than having an event, I need to decide which processes I need to start. I have started to comedy thing once, I need to do it again. I also find it interesting what my old highschool friends think of me now. I never really considered their image of me and how it has changed drastically, what do I mean?

I filled out a "How well do you know Ryan Tarpley?" Quiz on facebook and on it I asked "I am now (locally) famous for something what is it?" The answer was chugging Das Boot. A bad decision to say the least, but one of my random answers is "Ate four Chipotle burritos in ten min." or something to that effect. An old HS friend answered with that and I remembered something, last she knew me I wasn't a drinker and I ate like crazy. Yeah that was a WAY healthier coping method. Well, it has made me wonder what people from HS would think of me now. Not that I CARE mid you, but that I want to know how they would perceive who I have become. It would be an interesting experiment. Anyway, I have a beer waiting for me and I see a girl with sizable tits filling out (hahahahahahahahaha) an application. - About to down another tall Budweiser- Quyn

PS. I love that Budweiser is in the spell check.

Woo hoo, no sleep.

2009-05-28T11:55:00.001-07:00

So I stayed up all night hoping to get all of my Spanish work done...including the stuff that is desperately past due. What happened instead? Allow me to explain the damned journey.

I left English class at 7, as per usual, feeling a little bad because I am behind on both my readings and responses to my fellow students. I need to write something like...8 right now. Ouch. Seriously, ouch. I knew I had to get my Spanish essay written. (Hell the damn DRAFT was due last week...I only thought the notes were due and I was too embarrassed to admit I hadn't done anything. ) 19 South was my chosen destination. It wouldn't be too busy yet and I could sit, have a beer and do work. I started scribbling notes and taking drinks of my beer intermittently. I got through a few countries worth of notes and decided to move my setup to the Donkey, a local coffee shop. I used the restroom, bought a shot in the dark, took my second adderall and settled in to do work...but I needed to clear my head.

Tetris is a sad addiction that helps clear my mind but recently it's become a little more than just something to clear my head. I discovered tetrisfriends.com and it I have been hooked ever since. They have so many modes of play, extra bells and whistles like a hold key! This site is staggeringly popular among the tetris heads too...I mean people who make me look like an occasional user. People with speeds, scores and replays (Yes, I said replays.) that warrant a Rod Sterling introduction. They just aren't...human. Tetrisfriends has a delighful game mode called Sprint. Basic set up? How fast can you clear 40 lines? My best time is 1:40. I lost 10 hours of my life to this game mode. But friends, oh dear avid blogspottians, this was not my doom this night. My doom this night was an evil mode unlocked only with 500 tokens (Yes, they have tokens you earn by playing!) entitled Tetris Battle 2P. The concept is simple, send more lines to your opponent and "Top them out." If you get them to the top three times, you win. But alas, I have reached a level with which I am almost even. Adderall + Shot in the dark = Mad hyperfocus. (In both senses of the word.) I ranked up to 15. I played that game for 3.5 hours straight, upping my rank and ultimately losing it. I decided it was important for me to eat something so I packed up and decided to head to the library.

The trip was short but warrants its own little paragraph. I ran into some friends and chatted it up, not wanting to do my work and it was 1am already. Jess, bless her heart, finally forced me to stop talking and head to the library. I was grateful.

The library was sweltering. 60+ computers + little AC = very hot room. I had to eat in the cafe, and my sub was delicious. I checked messages between bites, filling out a quiz and what not. Then I started to play tetris again. This continued until I checked for open study rooms. I was in luck. Sweet. A guy left his room half an hour early, I got in and proceeded to...blogs. I stopped checking certain blogs once I realized I was keeping closer track of them than my own world. Wow. I wanted to play more tetris and I finally cut myself off, I had to quit like I did last time. And I did. I haven't played tetris in 12 hours...and it's killing me. I messed around on okcupid, myspace, and facebook doing the same thing I always do when I am hopped up on stimulants. At around 3am I decided I wasn't going to sleep. That didn't help matters. I talked to my roomie and then went back, logically telling myself I had time. And then, at 7am, I started my work. I jotted down notes until 8, and then bought a double shot in the dark (That I didn't even finish.) and headed up to the 4th Floor, oh thank goodness it was cooler up there. I wanted to play tetris so bad. Just once, But I knew it wouldn't be once. It would be an hour and a half. So I settled and did my work. I took another adderall and I focused like HELL. I got all of my work done, it was getting closer! I did my outline...omg! So much info, I can get a page and a half!! And then I started writing. It was 11am...and it took me two hours. I didn't even get to watch the movie I was supposed to and I didn't go over my draft with my prof like I was supposed to. Oh man...fuck you procrastination. So now I sit here, slamming away keys, a nervous wreck wondering if it's even worth it for me to walk now...and it is. But I don't like the possiblity of not passing this class. She should be nice, but I should have at least tried a little harder. We will see kids. But once I am writing a blog such as this...I almost know the inevitable outcome. I will hold out for hope. I have Spanish and English work begging for my attention. I hope this blog finds you all in good spirits. - What a lovely day for a Guinness.- Quyn

Douch bag boxes and tool sheds.

2009-03-27T12:48:00.000-07:00

Alright, here we go. I promised a trip into my anger with the male species...so here it is. I hate guys too, it's not that I have an irrational anger toward women, the fucked up things that hit me close to home just happen to involve the random, stupid, sorostitutes I hear babbling on and on. So what about men do I hate? Let's start with the current generation's blatant disregard for a woman's personal space. I am not talking about getting a little too close, I am talking about the men who are, for all intensive purposes, all up on a girl. The guys who consider it hitting on a girl by touching her breasts and her butt (Her tits and ass for you tools out there.) I mean it. I tend to hang out at bars that could be considered tool sheds...partially to laugh at these men who are hanging all over women and coming on way too strong. It's just a little much...but I love to watch these guys try so hard. They pull cards, they lie, they do all sorts of underhanded, vile things. And while I am not a saint, I am by far neither a liar nor a cheater. I am not going to tell a girl a lie in order to sleep with her. It's not worth it. And guys, just talk to the girl, find out what she's into, find out what her goals and dreams are...it takes 30 seconds. It's not hard. Alright, another thing, tools, douche bags, listen up. You are dorks too. What I have noticed is the tendency for women to be accepting of her man's quirks because all guys are dorky about something. I am a beer nerd, my brother is a football nerd, women just smile and say "That's my man!"

Guys are thick headed and closed off when it comes to women and I hate that. I am not saying I am any better. Try to flirt with me and I won't see it. I can't read flirting at all...unless I am being molestered. I hate it when men ignore their women, when they are shirty to their women and when they are straight up douche bags who need to prove that their penis is bigger than yours...it doesn't matter. You know why? Women don't want thunder cock...guess what...thunder cock hurts. If you have a VERY big penis, good for you...but I am sorry you can't fully enter a woman with out problems. If you are small, work it out, it's ok. Men who want bigger cocks are lazy. I will always believe that, work with what you have. Men are not the entire enemy but I don't get how stupid douche bags get friends...and then I realized that tools and douche bags are separate tribes of humans. More on that next time...for now I want to chug my espresso and have a drink. - Happily buzzed.- Quyn

Excuse me, ma'am, did you know you are blind?

2009-03-16T07:08:00.000-07:00

So sitting in the coffee shop and listening to the conversations of others can be a risky game, why? Well you sometimes overhear things you wish you hadn't...things that made you want to punch the person who said them...because they incite thoughts and feelings you don't want to deal with. But yet again, I am sitting here mad as hell at this girl who is so fucking blind and dumb to the fact that the guy she's known all her life is completely and utterly in love with her not because she is a default but because they have forged a connection and a bond stronger than anything they are going to find out in the "real" world. She just sat there talking happily about him, reminiscing about their childhood together and laughing about the things they used to do. They were apparently neighbors and he's lived behind her all his life. I over heard her saying that when she was a kid, she cried and cried that they were not going to be in the same kindergarten class. She apparently made such a stink about it that her mother called and told the school that she was going to have to be in the same class with him And now, years and years later, she laughs at the fact that he thinks they are going to get married...and you know what, that is complete and udder bullshit. Here are the facts: They have known each other for YEARS, they know the each others' flaws and quirks, they are best friends. But the worst thing about all of this is her complete and utter disregard for his feelings. She just laughs it off. I am fucking sick of this shit. She loves him. I am willing to bet on that. She loves him so much and when he dies she will be devastated and I hope that that is when she realizes what she felt for him. It's a matter of realizing what you have. Yeah, ladies, I get it at this point. I can't be the nice guy...it's a boring role. You want the guy to be an a-hole who says he will call but then won't, the guy who doesn't worship the ground on which you walk, and even if you do love the nice guy you get bored with him and push him away. I have been in love 3 times and I can say from experience that they were each special and unique circumstances. (With the third being the most emotionally frustrating pseudo-affair of my life.) So guess what little miss "Oh he's so cute, he thinks we are going to get married *giggle* fuck off. You are a miserable, unhappy girl who doesn't realize what she has in front of her and how great it is. That man would probably drop everything to be with you and you won't do it because it's boring to be with the nice guy.

While it may seem I have an irrational anger toward woman kind take note that all of the things that set me off have been things that have happened whilst I was out and about and through interaction with other people. While I wish to be all philosophical and have my blog carry with it an informative, insightful air I understand that sometimes a blog can be used to recap the day an look at what happened. I am trying so hard to write in this thing every day and I am just a little distracted sometimes and it's hard for me to really buckle down and concentrate. But back to the original point of this paragraph, I don't hate women, I love them. I love everything about them...I am just sick of hearing dumb, naive girls talk about love, I am sick of watching good men get hurt because "nice guys" are boring, and I am just tired of the rudeness society causes. Men are fucking tools and I promise when I get back tonight I will write something about douche bags and watching men hit on women. For now, it's time to shower and grab some grub. - Getting ready to walk up town. - Quyn

We haven't come a long way...baby.

2009-02-19T13:23:00.000-08:00

So today when I get into work my boss tells me that I am going to making deliveries all over Athens today, my favorite part of the job. Distraught that I hadn't any CD-R's I get ready and head down to the car, once in the car I hit "1" on the dial because I programmed the work car's radio and "1" was WOUB (NPR). The Diane Rehm show was on and she was talking with a guest named Sara Lawrence-Lightfoot. Lightfoot had written a book entitled "The Third Chapter" in which she explores the life of senior citizens after 50. A few things about this concept intrigued me and I would like to rant on them now. First off the idea that a woman goes through several changes of identity in her life time be it from daughter to wife to mother to widow, they are all changes women much face in their lives. This was a heavily discussed topic and I began, slowly, to realize that we have moved nowhere in our efforts to secure the path of women in this country. Women's identities are far less tied to their work and more to their families and that is a facinating aspect of American idealism...but since this particular program dealt more specifically with men and women currently in their "third chapter" does this then mean that the ideals carried with their generations still held true and so these women are not so much repressed as they are behind in this? I don't know. I know that I know women who do not want a family but to take charge of their lives. I know women who take charge of their sexuality aggressively. I know women who make great money, I know women whose identities are more tied to the money they make and not to their successes as lovers but simultaneously these same specified examples of women all exhibit some sort of loss, or loneliness in their lives. Is this because they are still conditioned to believe that having a family and being in a successful relationship are the cornerstones of being women? I know many of my girl friends are sexual and lonely all at once so at what price is their sexual freedom coming....or cumming...haha. It would seem to me that these women, though liberated, still want to have their cake and eat it too but trust me on this...the price is dire. My mother worked and took care of the family even when my father wasn't around. The price? She has no friends and it was noted with a fellow co-worker that even though they worked and took care of the family the men still went out and drank with their buddies. The result? My mother and her friend don't have any friends except the family and this is the empty nest discussed in Lightfoot's book. These women have to redifine themselves and in a country where women are supposedly liberated that is a sad, sad fact.

What's more sad than a women wherein the women are tricked into thinking they are liberated? The fact that these people, over fifty, finally go about their life's ambition after they retire. This, my loyal stuck-a-feather-in-his-hate-and-called-it-bloggeroni's is the thing that makes me irrevoacably angry. Ok, more than angry, it down right pisses me off. People don't do what they want, they do what will make them money so they can, at the end of their lives, do what they want rather than doing what they want from the beginning and on top of that they end up shortening their lives trying to save up enough money to live out their lives doing their dream when they should be living their dream from the beginning. I mean if your goal in life is to do nothing and be a blob then you are going to end up having to do something that you don't want in order to accomplish your ultimate goal. But for goodness sake, do something you love, do something about which you are passionate, do something that drives you...even if you are poor for the rest of your life you should be happy with your job. I have settled that I am an artist, which is weird to say, but the truth is...that's what I am aiming to be and I am prepared to be poor as fuck for a long...long time. - Getting used to drinking water. - Quyn

Wham...bam...that's it ma'am?

2009-02-18T12:03:00.000-08:00

So happy news first, I am doing stand-up next Tuesday. I am scared to death but to be honest it's something I have wanted to do for quite sometime. I have a natural penchant for that and it feels right. The problem is getting over TRYING to be funny and just BEING funny. It's hard. It really is. I have no problems making people laugh when I am at a party and just bullshitting around. The other hard part? I have to be PG (Maybe PG-13) and that, my fellow Blogistonians is a difficult thing to accomplish in my world. As my readers may have noticed I have a healthy relationship with the word FUCK. I love it. It's a fun and versatile word but the issue lays in the perception of the word's use. I lost my filter and I have been reprimanded more than once for letting something slip. I don't get it, I just don't. There are people who are uptight as hell...there are people MY age who are uptight as hell and it's a mystery to me. These people don't find fart jokes, scatological humor, or jokes about abortions funny. They just can't see the humor in a situation and it makes me very, very sad. It's harder for me to fathom because these people are just up tight and can't laugh a the silliness of something. I laugh at racist people and racism because the concept is ludicrous. How can someone BE that uptight? I can't figure it out.

What happened to these people to make them into uptight a-holes. Yeah I curse, yeah I probably drink too much, yeah I will open my mouth and make a joke about the Holocaust, why? Because it's stupid that someone had THAT much of a problem with an entire sect of a population. There is nothing wrong with Jewish people, there is nothing wrong with anyone and to discriminate against these people demonstrates unfathomable idiocy on the part of the offending party. I am not making light of the horrible events of the Holocaust. Lord knows what happened to those people is deplorable. I am making fun of the Nazi's themselves and their ignorant leader. I don't find the Holocaust funny, I find ignorance funny. But back to my original ranting. People in my generation are more open than ever and yet I still find people who have problems with offensive humor. Granted there IS a time and place for it, but I have been curious about certain things. We want to hide the idea of sex from our children why? I am not condoning any sort of sex with a minor, I want to make that PERFECTLY CLEAR. I am just saying parents hide the idea of sex away from their children while they are bombarded with it through advertising. It's a curious mechanism that we want our children to stay pure as long as possible. But why do these people do it? Is it because love and sex complicate our lives? Is it because they want to hold on to their innocent child for as long as possible? Is it because these kids can't make the proper decisions? I have read that many European countries introduce sex education as the child grows up and they practice a safe sex attitude over abstinence only...and as a result they have a lower teen pregnancy rate. Yeah, you don't talk to your kid about sex and don't teach them the value of slipping a 25 cent piece of rubber on a penis...see how far that gets you. Have fun being a grand parent at 45. Kids, although absentminded at times, are a lot more intelligent and responsible than people give them credit. Hell I am sure there are 10 year-old's with better money managing skills than me. But I think I am getting off topic.

I guess I am just a little fascinated about this whole "That is not funny!" or "You should not wear that shirt." or "You know if you drink that much you are probably an alcoholic." No, sorry, you aren't any better than me, you aren't cutting in line for heaven and you certainly aren't gaining any favors by being an uptight a-hole. Calm down. I have a good story about a woman that really, really pissed me off. And it's good because I was trying to find my anger for this blog.

A friend of mine got married a while back and I was at the rehearsal dinner. The spread was decent but there was one food I recall in particular, the bread rolls. Now you may be wondering "Why would he care about the bread rolls?" Well, there was a kid there who was, from what I could see and hear, physically dependent on these forsaken rolls. How did I deduce this? He dropped one and started scream...no...howling about it. He was bawling his eyes out as though he'd just dropped the entirety of his existence onto the floor of this church banquet room. Seeing an opportunity to make my friends laugh I decided to make light of an awkward situation by describing a product that I would have found rather useful in that situation. I have always wanted to see chloroformed wet naps. See, this way if the kid starts screaming and crying you can just put them to sleep and prevent the annoyance of people around you. It's more of a politeness thing. Well my friends and I were having a hearty chuckle when I hear a woman interrupt the laughter. We were sitting at a table with the bridesmaids and one of the bridesmaids mothers decided that this idea wasn't funny. When I asked her she informed me it was because, and I am quoting her here "There is always a little truth in humor." I looked at her and said "No, there isn't." And, rather than launch into a debate, citing embarrassing examples on her part, I just explained that I would never, ever chloroform a child. She is right ya know, there was some truth in that humor, I wanted to chloroform a whining baby...just not the one who dropped the roll. - Smiling cynically. - Quyn

So sorry for being polite...bitch.

2009-02-16T12:20:00.001-08:00

So my Valentine's Day was down right awesome. I had a great time and this was the first time I was neither angry nor dependent on the date, but merely content with its existence. I was excited to have a Valentine to whom I could give a gift, and it was a meaningful one at that. I worked on it all week, it was terrific. As I previously mentioned I walked around campus in the rain snapping photos of puddles because this girl LOVES puddles. When I asked her why she said "Because they are tiny reflections of the world." I share that sentiment, well I do now that I have heard it it's endearing and when I look at puddles I a little smile sneaks onto my face. The reason for the puddles was because I wasn't allowed to buy her anything which, in my opinion, worked out for the better because it forced me to think of something more meaningful than just buying something. Every once in a while I become worried that I have run out of ideas...and then I am grateful for the moments where I come up with things like this. She gave me two CD's filled with music she believes everyone should have and I liked them. But I am sure you're not here for the sentimental, sticky sap that I can be, you're probably here to read about an experience that made me react irrationally. Well, there is one my blogasarus friends.
So after leaving my friend's dorm I was headed home when I decided to call my roommate who ended up offering to give me a ride home. I was one the phone with him when I decided to sit on a bench outside of what used to be "The Oasis". (The Oasis was a restaurant run by the university. It was awesome but they decided with having a coffee shop and a but load of restaurants within a 1/4 mile radius it was time to close it down.) While on the phone I took note of a girl wearing a really cute, 70's inspired top who sat on the bench near mine. I was sitting there, talking to my roommate who was trying to get to my location in less than a minute (An impossible task mind you.) when I heard the girl start coughing. I decided that it would be a polite gesture to offer this girl a lozenge to sooth her cough. I get up, dig, and I emphasize dig here because it was a pain in the ass to find one of these in my pocket, and pull out a Cold -Eeze. Note that Cold-Ezee is actually a vitamin supplement and not a cough drop...but any sort of hard candy like thing will do the trick. (This is a debate in which I later engaged with my roomie.) Here is the kicker, alright? I have successfully done this before, without incident and I have actually MET people in this fashion. They were very appreciative. What, then, is the problem?
As soon as I approach this girl, and offer her this lozenge she reacts as though I am showing her my penis and asking her to engage in fellatio. She looked appalled that a man just MIGHT offer her a remedy for her cough (Which by the way sounded like she had cum stuck in her throat.) without expecting so much as a thank you in return. Why do I have a problem with her reaction? This means that our society has become so out of touch with gentlemanly behavior and kind actions that any sort of polite action is seen as weird, or even creepy. She then took it upon herself to inform me that she wasn't sick, but that she was merely a smoker...and then proceeded to light up. Oh good, cough you lungs out and then suck on a cigarette all while assuming that the fat guy who just handed you a lozenge is a pervert who had no other methods of meeting people other than seeking out sick, coughing girls and offering them something to suck on. Maybe I was hoping that she would cough while she was sucking my dick so I could pretend that my penis made her gag. Well you know what, girl out side of the Oasis, FUCK YOU. It's not right, it's not fair and it's not even polite to presume that someone is trying to fuck you just because they are being nice. I am sick, and fucking tired, of girls ASSUMING that because I am friendly and polite to them that I am just trying to find a way into their pants. Guess what, some vaginae aren't good, and some vaginae have a weird smell, or a weird look to them. So I am not EVEN trying to take my chances with these women, I am merely saying hi and moving on with my day. I wasn't even going to think twice about this girl after that. I was just going to move on with my Saturday and watch Alec Baldwin on SNL. But this bitch had to go and seem offended by what could only be described as a chivalrous act. Yeah, you're that fucking hot bitch, when I saw you I literally jizzed in my pants and wondered "How am I going to talk to this incredulous angel!" I was so distraught by your obvious distaste that I went home and I drank myself into a tear soaked stupor while I looked for you on Facebook for hours on end so I could apologize for offering you the lozenge of death. Get over yourself bitch. - Happy he found his rage - Quyn.

Please, oh please...go fuck yourself.

2009-02-13T15:56:00.001-08:00

My god, I went out today and the thing that really struck me? Well first off let me start by being amazed at the kid in the top hat and band-ish shirt. I found it to be something laugh worthy if only because he thinks he's unique but in the end there are a lot of kids like him. It's funny because when someone is truly unique with their own personal sense of style they manage to come across as odd...and eventually become ostracized from the rest of society. But this kid was just walking along...being 13 or 14 (An age I completely loathe mind you, a topic I managed to rinse throughly on my xanga years ago when I worked in a mall.) with his young friends and munching on a bag of Cheetos. It's just odd because I was reminded of my odd obsession with hats as a youngster. But how broke can the kid really be...half the reason these kids become goth or what not is the feeling that they don't belong but he can obviously afford a top hat. In the end I just have a complete and total loathing for the American Teenage male and their attitude. This could presumibly be a result of my awkward times as a teenage male but I honestly didn't care what people thought. I just found it funny because there is no way to be truely unique without seeming odd. It's a lot like coming across as creepy, what do I mean my faithful blog hounds, let me explain.

While I sat outside at Perk's I overheard two girls talking about men and one thing in particular struck me...and then poked the bear. One of the girl's mentioned something about a guy that she's been seeing and how he's not doing anything for V-day. So what right? Well then she poked the bear. A rough quote of this (I left my pen at home and I have yet to take to recording random conversations.) goes something like this: "Guys just don't do anything sweet any more." Yeah, that's right...keep poking the bear. Alright, so why does this piss me off? Well if this guy did do something really sweet it may be construed as creepy or clingy. Yes, guys do sweet things. Me? I have been wondering around Athens snapping photos of puddles why? Because the girl I have been talking to loves puddles and since I can't spend money on her I have decided that giving her a book of puddles is something that would be thoughtful. After learning of this a very good friend of mine told me that it was a very sweet thing I am doing. What's the point? I have seen the way women react to guys who are really sweet and truely romantic and they don't like it. They seem to gravitate towards the assholes they don't deserve but want to change. So you know what random girl in front of Perk's? Fuck you. It's not my fault that you can't understand why guys become assholes. They become uncaring, unromantic assholes because there are girls out there who destroy men, who play with their hearts and make them feel like no matter what they do...it's not enough. Why don't men do anything sweet? Because they have been poked so many times that they have become skeptical of the whole love thing. Too fucking bad you would presumably reject any man who actually tries to win your affections but you woud embrace the guy who ignores you. Getting ready for a shower. - Quyn

Honestly

2009-02-12T14:57:00.000-08:00

I can't help but wonder, honestly, how dumb people outside of this college environment are. I don't really realize it and I am completely terrified of being dumb myself but I am sure, scratch that, I am positive that I am not an idiot despite my own personal thoughts on the matter. Am I scared of being stupid? More than enough...but it's more than that. I am coming to realize that outside of this place, outside of Athens there is a world of idiots blindly stumbling around...but I think it's more of an American thing...yeah we are in a recession and why are we whining? Because people want to buy another thing they don't need. Those who are SMART about this sort of thing, those who can see the pattern of UP, DOWN, UP, DOWN, can see that affluence and profit do not last forever. So whine whine whine I didn't save my money! Sorry, but this shit happens a lot. There are things that are safe to do with your money and then there are those things that spell doom for you and the rest of the world. But that's not the true issue, that's just an initial rant. Recently I got drunk, yay, and I had a severe lack of sleep, a good amount of caffeine in my system but somebody made made an appearence. I was angry and I liked it....I was irate that these girls were wooing and squealing like pigs on the kill floor. Seriously, you don't need to inform the rest of the world that you are drunk. Jesus Christ go and fuck your friend Tyler...and then cry when he doesn't pay attention to you because he's got a final and you've got a final but you are denying him because you think it's too emotionally taxing to actually show some emotion so you silently cry to yourself like the over-emotion whore who deserves the pain for rejecting the idea fo romance. She's probably 20, she probably doesn't know any better but you know what, at least at 27 my loathing for the concept of romance has some sort of emotional grounding. Sipping on an OPA - Quyn.