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Bizarro World

Thursday, September 1st, 2005

Great, so the power supply on my almighty Dell burns out and my 200 gigs of music and anime are not accessible at the moment. Time for a new computer. Anyways I finished my research for my professor and am officially done with my undergraduate career. I’m pretty sure I’m leaving this pathetic college town. Most of my friends are gone and taking a 10 to 15K pay cut by staying here isn’t what I want. Moreover I’ve noticed a few things this summer:


I’m getting tired of this group of friends I’ve been hanging out with this summer. I’ve been friends with most of them since I was a freshman but was able to limit my time with them. I don’t even like being in big groups; it perpetuates whole leader and follower model. For instance if you are in a group of 7 guys there are usually one or two who will follow the the defacto “leader” or leaders (usually no more than one third of the group). The mindless drones who have the need to be surrounded by their friends (aka
no matter how small the task. In my mind this behavior is feminine and it makes it hard for me to respect you as a man.

“I always wanted to do something that would change the world”

To paraphrase a popular quote from a young Steve Jobs. Immediate post-college life (at least for science majors) has much more pressure than school ever did. All this year I avoided confrontation with a serious job search. Iwas ignorant to the process of hiring when it comes to tech jobs. What I’ve quickly learned is that the real world is quite cut throat. You have companies hiring new grads based upon brain-teasers and monolithic standards of what the industry deems “intelligent”. This is actually an advantage for some one like myself who is not a Dean’s List member. On the other hand you realize that most things that matter to a hiring supervisor, you weren’t taught in school. That makes it easier to fuck up, if you’re not careful.

The Thrill Is Gone

The thrill of college life partying is done. Now the only way I can seem to get excited is seeing new faces and new places. This of course means more expensive bars and clubs. Implying the “big city” LOL. I was never much of a hardcore partier in school; I don’t like beer, and only really began drinking to calm my nerves in social situations. That’s changed though.

I see these people around me trapped in this college mentality of going out and getting “WASTED” because it’s so “EXTREME!”. Much like their “extreme” antagonist counterparts in “Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle”. Case in point. Today my school just won it’s football season opener. I’m getting some coffee like an hour ago and a Jeep rolls by with 4 drunk fools screaming “GO DUCKS MOTHERFUCKER!” I had to ask myself, what was the point of that?

Women are still frivolous

I try every day, not to look at women like objects. I try and I try and I try to make an effort to see them more as respectable people with good intentions. But it seems girls I encounter continue to ruin for women as a whole. I’ll save the meat of this for an upcoming next post.

Next Time I’ll Be Stealing The Bartenders Tips

Friday, August 26th, 2005


So I just got home and decided to make a new entry. Tonight was on some bullshit. I got kick out of a bar not for being drunk but for trying to convince the “bouncer” (a 5′5 woman) that my friend wasn’t too drunk to enter the bar. The bouncer got on some power trip and said I can’t come in, but actually let my friend in. At this point I plain and simply told her to “suck my dick” and I walked off.

This bar is without question the bar I frequent most. Was I being hardnosed? Stubborn? Was it that fact trhat I had one drink the entire night and am a lightweight? None of that matters. I have no regrets. The next time I walk in that bar I’ll look that bitch straight in the eyes without any hesitation.

Night Trap

Wednesday, February 16th, 2005

This has been on my mind for months now. There’s no other way to release my pain and stress then talk about it…….I live in fear everyday because I live with a psycho voodoo bitch. Fuck it, I’m exposing her. This is much needed therapy for me,

I feel like I’m living in the video game night trap with I have a vicious female psychopath trying to attack me an every turn

I swear she has a voodoo doll and is trying to place a hex on me.

One time a few weeks ago I woke up to her standing right next to my bed staring at me, but then she just told me to move my car so she could get out. Can you feel me??

Your Bitch is A Hoe?

Monday, February 14th, 2005

Essence Magazine, a lifestyle magazine for today’s African-American woman (now ironically owned by Whites :rolleyes) has a “Take Back The Music” campaign focusing on Hip Hop’s perception of Black Women as sexual objects basically.

I read the article and the supporting quotes from various people in the industry….as interesting it some of explainationas and

I just get tired of this empty rhetoric.

1. Women choose to be in those videos, bottomline. Art is imitating life,
there are actually women shakling it like this (I’ve seen it)

2. Nelly makes a valid point
3. Women of all races are exploited.
4. This is not unique to Hip Hop, John Mayer exploits the emotioons of teen girls

5. Goes both ways. Men are viewed as an ends to a mean, thus the cycle repeats
See Destiny’s Child’s “Solider”

6. Instead of attacking hip hop (this tactic is getting really old) be responsible for your kids if you are concerned that little Johnny is seeing adult women shake their shit

Jackie O?

Sunday, February 6th, 2005

So I’m working on an assignment for my Programming Concepts class and my next door neighbor from my apartment complex last year IM’s me. She is one fo those types of people who just starts AIM conversations to procrastinate from homework rescue her from boredom. Since it’s good to have some stimulation while coding I oblige.

Basically from my memories of living in my old apartment complex she is addicted to red wine and would often barge in to my apartment with dubious intentions when heavily inebriated.

I nicknamed her Jackie O because she always wears big thick ass black Sunglasses similar to the Notorious BIG and of course Jackie Onassis (former first lady)

Anyways she liked the nickname so much she refers to herself as Jackie now. (I’m such a trendsetter :wink)

So she takes this roleplaying to extreme lengths now. She called me John as in JFK (Jackie’s husband for the non-Westerners) and tries to seduce me via instant messenger!? What type of sadistic person does this? There’s one answer to that. An Attention Whore.

They comes in all shapes and sizes. Attempting to use their body or implied sexual advances to get what they want. But……….what do they want? Just the mental placebo of feeling as if you control someone? Sounds like a lot of effort for a minimal gain to me.

Sure there are male attention whores too. I don’t mean to bash women. However they are harder to spot. A guy who attempts to make himself look better at the expense of others is an attention whore. Or one who attempts to cockblock another is an attention whore. I don’t deal with that shit often so I won’t dive further into that aspect.

After my lengthy IM conversation I realized that she wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between my responses and program that was instructed to return a supplicating response. Seriously think about that…..all of a sudden one realizes that the conversation was entirely inconsequential. This means that I could have acheived the same end result if I had put no effort in.

Effectively it is mental masturbation for her. Being the a supple young male, that doesn’t cut it for me. It’s a nice gesture when my focus is elsewhere (homework) but don’t I think to logical to get off on assuming emotions based that I someone I talk to via text message or instant message.

Anyways via this roleplaying she asks me (John) what I like about Jackie and what I would do to her. She starts telling me what she’s wearing I return the jab and just get to the point my telling her to just come over to my place. She hesitates of course and attempts in vain to act as if I’m out of line. Fuck this shit.

Diamonds and Pearls

Sunday, January 30th, 2005

Yeah, just like that Prince song. Damn! My blog entries are hotter! An unusual rant with the right mix intellect, sexual content and humor to sum up my thoughts of the week.

But first allow me to promote this link that has Old Skool Bay Area Music videos. Definitely something any hip hop fan needs to check out. Moreover the “front” page has turned in to a guestbook so check that out here.



What She Says, What She Means

Tuesday, January 11th, 2005

This may be a pure heat of the moment thought but when did it become acceptable to be pretentious as fuck in an email? I can accept IM, but this is ridiculous!


Obviously only a chick could get me this annoyed. I come back from the library at about midnight and I have this mail notification from , saying this girl (who we will call Jane) has messaged me. Of course I’m kinda interested in what Jane has to say since she slept at my place last week and I haven’t talked to her outside of an obiglatory next day text message (it’s 2005, catch up!).

Anyways, I click on the link and it says: