Well, tonight was very interesting. Actually it was fairly straightforward.
At 1830 tonight, Joel and Karl came over to my house and we threw arrows for a few minutes in my front yard. After that was over we decided that we would head downtown and eat dinner. At 1900 hours, Joel, Karl, Bone 2.0, Amy B, and Lindsey P attended dinner at Zio's Pizza down in the old market. Dinner was good (mine was free w00t), and it was all fun and games until we decided to go down to "the slides" and the Gene Leahy Mall and ended getting split up from Joel. So it was me, Karl, Amy, Lindsey, and Brandon all on one side of the stream, and then Joel was stuck on the other side. We attempted to goad him into wading across, but the current was just too strong and Joel hasn’t been working out, so we went on a quest back to the other side. Also, Amy had to pee like a pregnant woman (my bad, Amy), so we went on a quest to find a bathroom and ended up going to Old Chicago. If they questioned us, we would sit down with random people and act like we were their friends and we were meeting up with them. Luckily, we didn't have to put ourselves in this precarious situation--we just found the bathrooms, used them, and then left.
After our downtown excursion, we traversed to Jeff May's house (which looks like a mall on the inside I might add--weird) and watched Rocko's Modern Life on Nicktoons. After we watched Rocko's Modern Life, we watched Global Guts on Nick's GAS channel. I had five orgasms in a row when I saw the Aggro-Crag it was such a pleasurable experience. Except the stupid boy on the blue team lost to two girls. What a pussy. Then I said goodbye to Amy Belf for what I hope is not the last time before I go to college, and according to John Edwards, hope is on the way. Basically This chapter of the night was exciting because I always have fun with the Millard West girls. You know what i mean *wink wink*! No, but really, we eat together *wink wink*. Seriously though we eat food and talk and play twister for 3 minutes and watch T.V. and swim and do other random stuff and have a rockin' time. They are off the heazy, and they are very fun no matter what they do—except Amy doesn’t like motorcycles, and I am going to get one. My chapter with them ended tonight when I handed a birthday card to Belf and then Brandon, Lindsey, Karl and I headed out.
The next chapter of the night began when I arrived at Rob's house. Sitting in Rob's basement were the undeniable Rob, the unforgettable Tommy, the underappreciated Jeff Mac (okay, maybe he's not), and the unintelligent Joel (sorry Joel, I couldn't think of another word that starts with un, but I’m the uninspired blogs Ryan, so it’s okay). We sat around Rob's house having our sausage fest, and we decided we would take the large collection of bratwurst to Village Inn. Along the way we stopped at the ATM and had a party...First National style! That includes a triple mooning and much hilarity. at Village Inn, we all ordered shakes, and we might have ticked Shawn (our server) and Caleb (our school friend and cook) off a little, but we left a big tip and all's well that ends well. I hope I don't have someone else's saliva or worse in my stomach right now. Anyway, that chapter of the night ended when we left VI and went back to our respective houses. Jeff turned up the heater and I didn't sweat, so my night was made right there.
The next chapter was me going to Regency with my sister and then writing this blog woohoo. Maybe tomorrow I will figure out my camera and I will put some pictures onto this blog. Other than that though it was a successful night! Chapter over at 0135, but the damn internet is screwed up, so I’m going to have to copy and paste this to word and then post it later!
I know I'm going to be "pulling a brandon" or being emo or whatever, but I will just say this anyways.
Why are people so frickin' stupid?
I'ts just a question I wonder about sometimes.
What a roller coaster ride this summer has been. Throughout the past two and a half months, the summer has brought joy, sadness, madness, and anger...and those are only a few of the emotions that have described the summer.
Throughout the summer, many of us have had love affairs with certain things, be they a boyfriend or girlfriend or partying or whatever. Many of us have found sides of ourselves we never knew before existed, and now we are faced with pulling our guts back in, standing up, and walking tall into the upcoming schoolyear.
For those of us going off to college, we are leaving behind many more things than our old room and our parents doing our laundry for us. We are leaving behind relationships we have had with nearly everybody that we know. Even our family relationships are changing from here on out. This change brings two feelings that seem mutually exlclusive but are in fact, mutually dependent. The first feeling is a feeling of utter excitement for the year ahead. The second, a feeling of utter dread. The thought of meeting new people and experiencing new things brings the thought of joy to anyone's mind, but the thought of losing what has already been built up so high and having to start anew with people that you don't know undoubtedly brings at least a slight feeling of dread to even the most intrepid social trailblazers.
At this exact point in our lives, when all intuition tells us that we should be starting to end work on these social edifices we currently have built up, it seems that we are picking up the pace. We are refusing to give up, and in spite of the situation, working even harder and faster. With this hard work, though, comes plenty of emotional baggage.
This is the baggage that holds all the fears and doubts we have about ourselves, other people, and our future. This is "reality" kicking us in the butt. This negativitly is in some cases the motivation that keeps us from falling into where it comes from, and although it feels pretty miserable, it is the pain from which gain is made.
When the end of the summer comes, we will most likely not even realize what happened exactly until the moment is long past gone. Then, our realization will be one of the many moot lessons that life teaches us, and it's meaning will elude us forever--but that's hopefully just the dread speaking.
College is coming up soon, and a lot of people are ending their relationships with people they love. I, like many other people, am consider ending a very long and dedicated relationship with that little yellow running man.
No, I don't have a secret gay relationship with an asian athlete--I am considering quitting AIM when I go to college. Now, when we are done for, we will still likely see each other occasionally, but only on a friendly basis. We will see each other on very rare and short occasions.
Why? Why would I quit AIM? I am on it all the time and I enjoy talking to people on it, so why would I want to do something so drastic and quit it almost completely? Well, for one I am addicted to it.
AIM, like many other things, can be something you get hooked on and spend way too much time on. I spend probably on average 4 hours a day on AIM. This is completely ridiculous, and in college I will have to work on things. In fact, senior year, AIM drew me away from my homework, which is probably the reason my grades declined from my junior year peak.
Another reason I am quitting AIM is because it is something that is incredibly artificial. You can never have a real conversation on AIM. It is a completely artificial conversation that often hinders a good face-to-face conversation. Also, it makes it so that people would rather talk over AIM, since it is so much easier. These reasons are why AIM is detrimental socially.
AIM is not all bad though. AIM is great for making plans, and it is an okay place to review test material. Some people may think that it is a good way to get to know somebody for the first time, but I think a blog is better.
Well, AIM has its positives, but it has many negatives. I may not quit aim, but if I don't, I'm pretty sure that I will block everyone on my buddy list except those people in my classes. That way, I won't be reminded that they are online, and I won't be tempted to talk to them.
Well, AIM, I love you, but I am going to have to ask you to now get the hell out of my life! I hope you understand.
Okay, I am really rolling three blogs into one, but it is divided into three easy-to-read sections, so there should be no confusion.
RYAN'S BITCH TIME
Here are people I want to blog:
Becky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kim
Okay, enough of that, now its.....
RYAN'S SENTIMENTAL TIME
It now seems that summer is moving towards or into its final stage, which makes me kind of sad. I would like to say that the summer has three stages.
Stage 1- Just out of school. Some people go on vacation but most stay at home.
Almost every night is filled with something fun to do no matter what
happens. Lot's of partying and lot's of people don't have jobs yet. Pool
and parties and often searching for jobs dominates this part of the
summer.
Stage 2-The doldrums. This is the part of the middle of the summer when
everything becomes routine and things that were really fun at the
beginning of the summer become more of a habit. If you have a job
you are relegated to a schedule and base everything around that.....
including sleep. There are still often lots of people around to have good
get-togethers fairly frequently. 4th of July highlights this period.
Stage 3- The turnaround. This is when the summer starts turning around
back towards the schoolyear. Many people go on vacation in this
portion of the summer, and things start to dwindle. Routine things start
to get extemely boring, and it is often hard to find people to do anything
on any scale other than small. Things you have put off for the rest of
the summer start requiring attention, and the level of craziness starts to
tone down. This part of the summer is characterized by family
vacations and JC Penny back to school sales. Fuck you JC Penny! (some
might argue there is a short 4th stage for the week before school starts
when the last bashes occurr, but this is too short for me to consider a
stage.)
So, it is this third stage that is getting me down. If it were like any other school year, I would just accept it and realize that everything will be back to normal come school. But this time it won't. Everybody (on my peer level) is heading off in all different directions whether it be geographically or interest-wise, and life is changing drastically.
Although we have graduated from high school, I would still say we are currently highschoolers. Not yet have we had a stimulus other than high school, and until we step foot into our dorm room or frat house or apartment, we are still 100% highschoolers.
It is this last stage that is quickly approaching that is going to be the brick wall that all of us will have to break through. Our lives' impending and permanent change (unless you are attending UNO) will come closer every day until that last night you hang out with your best friends. When you move out that next morning your life will be changed forever. You will never hang out with your friends in the same way you did before. Of course going to college and moving out can be a very positive thing, but there is no doubt for me that change of this magnitude is a very scary thing. The changes that are already occurring this summer in all of my friends including myself have made some times this summer very difficult.
The end of the road to college is in sight, and the road travelled is disappearing over the horizon. Soon that stop along the way we called high school will be a fleeting memory, with every detail slowly but surely falling by the wayside.
Well, I don't feel like writing anymore, but this blog came about because of my schedule, so now it is.....
RYAN'S INFORMATIVE TIME
Well, last night was Karl's party which was fun and mixed. We had people who were sober, people who were drunk, and people who were stoned at the party last night, and all those were in a fairly close knit and small group of people.
I usually never talk about my job outside of work, but tonight was so extraordinary that I feel I should boast a bit. Of course I hate my job (I work at Omaha Steaks as a telemarketer), but when I sell incredibly well, I get the feeling that I am superior to everybody. In five hours I convinced 9 customers to shell out on average of about $85 on ridiculously overpriced steaks. Now, not only am I doing outbound telemarketing, but my division of outbound calls Omaha Steaks's flakiest customers. It was astounding--the best I've done by a lot.
Well, the majority of this blog wouldn't have come about if I wasn't leaving for my college orientation tomorrow. It should be interesting and at the same time boring, depressing, fascinating and fun. Doing something new is almost always fun (unless it's getting shot in the heart), so I am interested in what this program will be like. The orientation gets done friday afternoon, so hopefully I will be able to attend the 311 concert.
Well, until I see you again, stay real, and don't do drugs (if it makes you go broke).
As Hank said in his blog, it seems that people evolved to chase down their food, thus creating the exercise necessary for obesity to not be a problem. But in the current world, we have grocery stores and an abundance of food, so people need not chase down their food and exert energy.
Well, in the current world, we also have lawmakers that can impose laws to better society. So I will now explain my solution to the obesity problem.
My plan doesn't involve changing diet or developing new drugs, all it changes is the way one pays for food. In today's world, people pay for food with money. In my future world, people would pay for food by working out on a stationary bike. The Bike would be hooked up to an electrical generator that the user would power by his or her pedaling. The grocery store could sell the electricity to the local power grid, and this is how the workout could be converted into currency. when somebody logs so many miles onto a treadmill, it will give them credit for a certain amount of food. Nobody could avoid this because the law would have it that people would have to log a certain amount on the bike elliptical machine to get a certain amount of food.
Sure, there are problems with this system. One possible problem would be that the cost of producing food may just be too much for the amount of electricity produced. If the cost of producing food and making a profit off of it is too much, then money would have to be used in conjunction with credit.
Another question could be, "What about people who choose to run and do activities that they can't do on an electricity generating workout machine?" Obviously, these people aren't contributing electricity, so they wouldn't be able to get price breaks on food, but if they were issued a government provided pedometer, then they could use their miles to allow them to buy food.
"But what about handicapped people?" Obviously they are not contributing to society anyway, so don't let them buy food.......kidding. Of course there will be exceptions for people who have physical disabilities that have nothing to do with obesity.
"Won't there be a black market for food?" Of course. There is always a black market when restrictions are put on any commodity.
Of course there are a lot of questions, but the most important question remains resolved. If this law were to pass, obesity in America would go down significantly. With that, I am open for comments.
So, I wasn't even close to done with that blog when i realized that it was going to take me incredibly long to write that blog.
So, I decided that I would save it and not set the category to main, so that it wouldn't post and I could work on it later. I was even going to edit the profiles of my friends that i wrote already.
I don't think I am going to make a blog like that again because i had to delete the work i had already and it will just take too long. I am sorry if I offended any of my friends, and just so you know, that was the order that I had hung out with them in exactly by recency. Anyway, you may very well see that blog again, revised of course, later in the summer.
If there's one thing I was promised when summer rolled around, it was that there would be partying every night. This, however has not turned out to be the case. When you think you have escaped the doldrums of the weekly schedule, you realize that there are millions of people out there who are still on it and are holding you by it, too.
This weekend must have been one of the biggest party weekends of the summer, and expectations were high that the hardcore partying would stretch out into the week. But this didn't happen. Like a rapist in the night, the week came and stopped the partying pretty much dead in its tracks.
This blog was conceived because Dave and I went down to the old market tonight to mingle with random people. We went fairly early, too (around 10:30), so we would run into the early evening crowd as they were just about to leave. Dave and I were very surprised, then, when we arrived in the old market and pretty much the only people visible were inside restaurants or bars and had vacated the streets. I was very dismayed, and it hit me like a brick that I am still a slave to the 4-5 day week and 2-3 day weekend. If there's one positive thing, though, it's that sundays are usually considered a party day in the summer because you don't have to worry about going to school with a hangover. I envy Joel and J-mac for their creativity in making something exciting happen on wednesday evening. You guys rock.
On a different note, I am thinking that making a movie this summer would be kind of fun. No, I'm not talking about a porno, but that would be fun too. I pretty much have the premise to the movie thought up in my head, it just needs a story of some sort to go with it. So anyway, here's the premise, I think it's pretty good. This is essentially what the preview guy would say during the preview to the movie:
You know how "normal" people talk down to retarded people to be on their level? Well, what if you were talked down to and you didn't even know it. You think you are completely normal, but compared to others, you are essentially retarded. This is the story of one boy who is living this life.
I think it's pretty good except that it is a little bit like the Truman show. It has the potential for hilarity (why is it that retarded people are so funny?).
Well, that's all I've got, and I'm not even going to bother asking people if there is a party going down this week, cause I know there isn't.
Let's face it. Everyone has an addiction of some sort. Actually it would probably be more accurate to say that everybody has a bunch of addictions, but they usually have one that they are devoted to over any other. Whether somebody is addicted to jesus or jane or jumping off cliffs, they have something that keeps their mind in check or in a steady state.
Everybody already knows my addiction, so I won't really go into it, but everybody out there has something that they use to get a feeling of pleasure, whatever that pleasure is. So I must ask you, what's your addiction?
(If it's looking at porn during a three hour open mod, then i really don't need to know)
The fourth of July had to have been one of the most fun nights of the summer! It started off around 7 shooting off some fireworks at my house with tommy, my sister and lena. Then around 9 or so Tommy and I got a call to go over to Bryan's house and that there were quite a few chicas coming over!
So we hopped in Tommy's Beamer and rode over to Krajeski's house in beautiful Waterloo, Nebraska. Along the way Tommy and I felt like we were in a war zone with all the explosions in every direction you turned.
When I arrived at Bryan's house I was taken to the back of his house where the lake was. There, I saw many fireworks, but I also noticed that there were people swimming in the water. I went over to the dock and saw dave sitting there, and when i went to the edge of the dock I was greeted by the lovely and naked Amy Belfi. Swimming in the buff along with Miss Belfi were Kristin Swanson, Mike from MW, Ryan P from MW, and Paul from MW. Soooo......I got in the spirit of things and decided that I would celebrate the nations birthday by breaking its indecent exposure law (that might be a state law). So I got in the water completely butt f**king naked and swam with everybody.
A little later some girls came and saw all of us in the buff. A few of them got in the buff, too. It was tee zero tee amazingly fun and I was happy I didn't get a boner (also a little sad in a way *wink wink*). But seriously, that would have been embarrassing to pop a boner in front of everyone, even if nobody had seen it. But anyway.......I hope that happens again this summer because it was amazing. I'm not even going to say I hope 'cause that has to happen again this summer...it's going to happen again!
Well, it is currently the morning (afternoon technically) of July 4, 2004. Today is the 228th birthday of this great nation, and it is the first day of the rest of your lives.
If there is one--okay maybe two--things that make the fourth what it is, they are drunken barbeques and fireworks. Drunken barbeques are always fun because people do funny stuff that they later regret. Fireworks are fun because the fourth of July is the only day when explosions make people happy. On most days the sound of thousands of explosions all around would scare people to death. On the fourth there is a happy connotation to all hell breaking loose. Really, if you think about it, fireworks are Americas way of flexing its military muscles without being too overt. The fireworks undoubtedly symbolize "the bombs bursting in air" and America's military victory over Britain.
The fourth of July is also, though, a holiday of differing significance. Not only does it celebrate the birthday of the U S of A, but it is important to people such as teachers and students and farmers etc...
For farmers, they are told that their corn should be "knee high by the fourth of July" (unless it's genetically modified--in that case head high). For students and teachers, the fourth of July marks a turning point in the summer. This is when the summer is about half over and everything starts on its way back towards normalcy.
I'm not sure if this is necessarily true, but I don't think it would be dumb to say that the fourth is the United States holiday in which there is the most widespread sex. I mean, the thought of fireworks going off and all that shit just reminds people of sex.
Well, I hope to go to the pool today and if any of you get the urge in the pool, just remember to wear a rubber because it counts as an article of clothing if the police come.
It is a strange but true occurrence that things you would like to forget and that should fade with time don't go away. In fact, sometimes you think about it more, the farther away it gets.
If an "event" really had passed, then it should fade away, right? Well, if it was competely 100 percent gone, then I would expect it to go away, but sometimes you see things everyday that bring the "event" back. And these things you see everyday build up on themselves making the thoughts of the "event" more consuming. But empty thoughts cannot exist forever, so what happens when these thoughts build up too much?
Well, my guess is that something has to happen to relieve these thoughts. And this can go only two ways as I see it. One can revisit the event (which is often impossible), or one can get rid of everything that brings the event back so that it will fade more quickly and will not build up anymore. Sometimes a person can decided which route they take, and sometimes other people and the world decide for that person.
One thing is certain though, and that is that just like in Gustavson's 7 stages of revolution, everything must return to normalcy sometime...when is the only question.
p.s. due to the nature of most of the comments on my last vague blog, I am not allowing comments on this one. If you have a comment to make, you can make it directly to me.