Damn, remember when I actually used to write in my journal?

feeling: busy

I saw this advertisement on MySpace and thought that it was the most disgusting ad that I've ever seen. Has anyone else seen any that are worse?

feeling: nauseated

I'm a liar.
I said that I would post a short story as my next entry, but I never finished it. I should post more, but I don't. I changed the layout and design of my livejournal; I like it, but I still have some more to do to it- much like my own website.

I know that a lot has been happening with me, but I can't remember most of it. I bought some samurai swords, so if anyone wants to fight me then step up. I bought new shirts too! Shirts + swords = bad combo.

I need to sleep because I have to get up early to go to the D.M.V. to take care of a pre-license suspension.

Flip-flop.

feeling: okay

I apologize for my lack of posts and non-existence online, but I haven't had the internet available to me lately. We're getting high-speed put in at my dad's house so I'll hopefully be back up to speed shortly. I'm going to write a short story and post it on here for my next post since I can only seem to log on every two weeks. Happy Halloween.

feeling: nostalgic

Two weeks since my last post; I'm on fire! I don't doubt the fact that no one reads this pile of filth known as Mike's Live Journal. What interesting and super cool shit do I have to say? (LONG PAUSE) You're right- NOTHING! Here's a brief recap of what's been happening in my life:

• I started work at my dad's company.
• I'm 3,000 miles over due for an oil change.
• I'm currently in the works of getting my own place.
• My dad is building a restaurant in Triangle Square (where the 55 ends).
• Every night I've been wishing that random women will ask me to make out with them.

I guess that's about it. Nothing too exciting has been going on lately. My comrade Mark has been gracious enough to allow me to use his computer these past few nights. I'm sure that he'll be asking for compensation, such as a blow job.

My dad is very ambitious.

feeling: satisfied

I have this three pound box of Cheez-Its sitting in my pantry right now. The box is literally the size of my torso. I'm debating on whether or not I should take a bet to see if I can finish the whole box in an hour- the bet was made by myself. I think that Becky put it best when we were talking about if someone were to eat the entire thing: "I would have orange throw up."

feeling: exanimate

I emailed Dane Cook yesterday to see if he could get me into his show at the Ontario Mills Improv on October 14th, and later I received a response from his personal assistant saying that there is nothing that he can do. You would think that there would be something that the guy could do. I mean, IT'S HIS SHOW. That kind of made me angry, but not much. There's a whole story behind it and everything, so don't think that I was just trying to get in for free. If you want to read my email then ( click here )

For those of you that don't know about Firefox, I recommend using it as your default web browser; it's very powerful, safe, and customizable. Firefox is much like Internet Explorer, but so much better. I at least encourage people to try it out and if they don't like it they don't have to use it. If anything, just check out the site.

feeling: nerdy

I believe that Lauren Sullivan wants to have a duel at sundown.

feeling: irate

I've noticed that most people just use their journals to either complain or write stuff that no one else would know what the fuck they're talking about. Sometimes you'll get the occasional "good post" in every once in a while, but I think that everyone nowadays are just lazy.

I went to my sister's funeral on Monday and it was amazingly beautiful. So many people showed up, it made me happy. The minister did a phenomenal job speaking. We let 200 doves go after the burial- they're very tame animals. The reception afterward was pretty cool; I wish that more people would have came and got drunk. My good friends Brandon and James came to both the funeral and reception which meant a lot to me. I wish that a couple of other people could have made it, but scheduling conflicts arose. Let me just say two words- Hotel Room.

After the reception Brandon, James and I went back to my hotel room and completely destroyed the place. We tore apart the beds and put them on opposite ends of the room to jump from one to the other. You take for granted the little things that bring you pleasure. James and I had the brilliant idea to throw huge "spit wads" out the window onto the floor below; I tried to peg some mexican guy passed out on a lawn chair. Anything that could have possibly been done in that room, we did.

It makes me so happy that I cry when my friends show me how much they care.

P.S. Thanks Annette for the early morning "I love you" message. The feeling is mutual.

feeling: restless

Becky asked me to draw her a picture; so I did. We have this inside joke about how the o+period+o+semi-colon looks like a person wearing a monocle, so we say quotes that the man/woman would possibly say. An example would be the subject of this. One time my quote was, "I trample my ex-employees with elephants" o.o;, so I drew it.
( Take a look )

feeling: artistic