no, I won't do that

I have a Harley Davidson throw blanket hanging in my room now.

Draw your own conclusions.

No, I havne't joined a biker gang hell-bent on dealing crank and stealing your girlfriend. I do that on my own. I don't need a gang.

What it really comes down to is that it's colder than a metaphor down here in usually balmy Georgia. I put blankets over the windows in my room where there's practically no heat.

As a side effect, there is now no natural light getting into my room at all. Then again, (despite my relatively diurnal internal clock,) I'm a creature of the night.

I feel like I should make this a music post, but I'm too lazy to connect to the Internet right now. (Yes, I compose all of these in Notepad before posting. I guess that explains the relative dearth of spelling and grammar errors. Also, the whole "wanting to be a Lit teacher" thing might have something to do with it.)

I have played almost no PS2 games this week. I'm thinking about making a run to a rental place and stocking up on potential purchases. Possibly Fight Night, GTA:SA, and the last UFC game, since I liked the Pride FC game so much.

I should also probably look into buying a used copy of some old Maddens from 2000 to 2003. I freaking love Madden '04, and would probably get a lot of enjoyment for my gaming dollar.

I also want to play the NFL 2K series to get a feel for their system, even though I think I'll end up still liking Madden more.

Maybe I'll rent some DVDs too. I think I want to see Harold and Kumar, Napoleon Dynamite, and a few others.

Also, porn.

Something tasteful, with lots of unnecessary nudity.

And maybe a little anal thrown in.

But tasteful.

Anyways, I'm horribly bored with school in particular, and life in general. I guess the glamour of being Star Student has officially worn off.

Wow, I am updating too much these days. I really have to cut back.

Maybe, as a substitute, I'll take up smoking. Since I can legally purchase smokes now.

But I'm really not a cigarette man. I'm probably more of a cigar or pipe man.

Yeah, that's what I need. A big fat pipe in front of my face proclaiming to the world "This man thinks he's better than you".

Nah. Packing a pipe is entirely too much labor for someone with my level of work ethic, which is to say, non-existant.

Unless someone wants to send me a pipe, or some cigars. I always accept donations.

Let me reiterate:

I LIKE DONATIONS!

Send me stuff. I provide the content for free. It's the least you can do.

Wait, scratch that. The least you can do is nothing, or even actively doing me harm. So let's just agree that it's the least of the myriad prodcutive things you can do.

Short list of people or things that piss me off:

Cheerleaders, competitive or otherwise.

Cheerleading coaches, specifically competitive.

Coaches in general, with the exception of soccer. All the soccer coaches I've known have either been really cool or involved in secret trysts with their students, which takes balls. Or, both, though I have no concrete proof for most of my allegations.

People who don't comment on blogs. Myself included 90% of the time.

People who don't update their blogs. Myslef included.

Russian Literature. I've got to read Turganev for AP Lit. I consider myself pretty well read, yet have never heard of good old Ivan. Anybody want to throw me a bone?

Puppies. They're just slobbering piles of fluff. As opposed to kittens, which are so cute that they make grown men and women wet themselves at the slightest glimmer.

And that's about enough. Somewhere I read that you should keep blog posts short and frequent. I'll stick to long and sporadic, thank you very much.