Below are the 11 most recent journal entries recorded in americanidiot83's LiveJournal:

Monday, November 7th, 2005
10:40 pm	Now that that's over.. I thought I'd give Josh's game a try, if I can think of 20 bands that I listen to. Guess my favorite songs of the following bands. 1. Aerosmith 2. Bon Jovi 3. Crash Test Dummies 4. Bowling for Soup 5. Me First and the Gimme Gimmes 6. Green Day 7. Norah Jones 8. Anna Nalick (Banana Lick to some :P) 9. American Hi-Fi 10. Barenaked Ladies 11. Queen 12. Nena (duh) 13. Blink-182 14. Cheap Trick 15. Guns N' Roses 16. Issac Hayes (hint: not the theme to Shaft) 17. Offspring 18. Pearl Jam 19. The Ramones 20. Red Hot Chili Peppers Bonus: What is the song I hate the most? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
10:35 pm	common sense One thing I cannot stand is the idiots spouting on about common sense. Like a pig wallowing proudly in its own shit, they stand there and try to convince me that living off their 'street smarts' (I love when they call it that, virtually saying that they're dumb as a slab of rock) is superior than, say reading, education, and actually knowing anything about a culture other than their own. "Common Knowledge" does not exist. Ask any first year psychology student and they will tell you the same. What a person believes to be common sense is simply what he has learned over his lifetime to be ultimately true. Here's an example. Person A has never seen a house with right angles. He is walking through the house and walks into a corner and smacks his head into the wall. Person B, who has lived there his whole life, said idiotically, "You dumbass, you have no common sense." Truth is: Person B's brain can distinguish the depth of angles by using the shading, length, etc. Person A doesn't have this knowledge. Without any knowledge outside your own tiny worlds, we'd still be killing animals with pointed sticks. If you'd prefer to live this way, go off somewhere and kill yourselves, and take your NASCAR and country music with you, you fucking morons. I'm not sure if I'm getting this right, but being blessed with sentience, learning and the ability to create is a gift that we should use, not shun. Just because we've been fucking it all up so far doesn't mean it's bad, we just need to get rid of the fuck-ups. Medical technology should not be used to artificially extend a human's lifetime until we are able to control overpopulation. Overpopulation can be controlled by giving the starving food laced with birth control so they'll stop making children they can't afford to raise. Technology should not make our lives easier, they should make it better. Many would correlate easier with better, but they're not one in the same. Easier just makes us lazy, obese and complacent. Better improves our state of body, mind, and community. Which one describes America? Ding ding, if you picked the first. Returning to the thesis, common sense does not exist, it just gives poorly-bred, lazy pricks a reason to continue breeding without too much guilt, because they're smart as the street they will eventually live on, and it makes them feel superior to the person who feels an education is a good start to life. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 12th, 2005
11:02 pm	In the mood to write I'm eager to write, for a reason unknown at this time. I've been working on this in my mind but I haven't put it in words until now. For those of you who know me, this is a semi-autobiographical piece, real names will be used, but the entire piece is ficticious. Enjoy, comment (constructive comments please), and ideas for future events are welcome. The music peeled from the jukebox at an ever-slowing rate, indeed becoming a puddle of noise filling the air. Splashing into my consciousness at an alarming rate was a familiar sound. My optical nerves fought control with my auditory system for the small part of my brain not submerged in alcohol, searching for the source. My head stopped after a firm, thin pair of fingers grabbed my chin, but my eyes and brain kept with the intertia, I felt nauseated. "Jeff," the voice interjected. My eyes focused on another pair right in front of me. "Jeff, it's time to leave. It's three hun, I need to go home. You need to go home." Three, the number seemed so obtuse. I found a connection. "Three is the lonliest number that you'd ever do..." I slurred off-pitch. She sighed, half-disgusted, half in pity. "Jeff.." she trailed off. She let go of me, rounded the bar and threw my arm over her shoulders. "Come on, big boy, time to go." As soon as she had lefted me up, I pulled myself away in self-indignation. Sadly, I had lost most of my motor function after the tequila, and caught myself on a barstool. "Okay, maybe that wasn't the best idea." I stumbled to the door, by hands outstretched like a zombie, bouncing off a table along the way. "Are you going to need a ride home?" It sounded like a plea from a mother to her child "Am I going to have to ask you again to clean your room again?" than a genuine offer. "No, Michelle, I can make it." Dis/advantage of living two and a half blocks from a bar. "Okay, Jeff. Good night." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, something that had become less and less frequent in the passing weeks. She turned around, probably assuring to herself that she wasn't going to leave me passed out on the sidewalk. I turned around to face her, and for a moment, we stood there (well, her standing and me wobbling) looking at each other. Funny, numbed to the bone with booze, I still felt a little pain looking at her that way. She felt something similar, I'm sure, sans the numbness. "Be careful, okay?" She was still giving me that look. "Sure," was the only thing I could think of, and I proceeded with my journey home. I heard her Escort start behind me, spinning it's wheels in the gravel parking lot on its course home. "Now for my journey," I whispered to myself, my eyes squinting into the semi-dark night, lit by fairly-spaced streetlights and 24-hour gas stations. I stumbled, bumbled my way down the uneven sidewalks, rounding the corner at Ninth and Pine. I attempted to regain a sense of balance against the Westchester Village building, focusing my attention on my apartment door half a block away, when a bright flash from behind spooked me, and for a second I was sober enough to notice I was not alone. My left foot decided to make its way behind my right in an attempt to turn around, my eyes burned at the sight of the whiteness of it. I tumbled backwards, but a nanosecond before my head would have cracked into the pavement, I disappeared from the earth. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 5th, 2005
8:09 pm	Peace to my homies.. Work was like a high school reunion today. I saw Amy K, (now married and dubbed Amy H., but I'll always know her as Amy K.) Also Chet, whose mom was our cub scout leader back in the day (elementary school, sheesh, that's been a long time). Also ran into an annoying kid that is a complete waste, he's working at Wendy's for the month (I've never seen anyone there work longer than that), which brings me to the question: Minimum wage jobs, even though are menial, demanding and unrewarding, are still jobs. No, you shouldn't hold a sense of pride for being a fry cook, but shouldn't there be a little discretion in conversation around the customers? I don't really want to hear about the entire line's desire to quit their jobs while I'm at lunch from my job, and if you don't like the damn job, get out and let someone else who needs the money more than you have it. If you don't have the brain power to get a degree, that's not my problem and I don't want to hear about it. Or just sit on your fat ass, pop out babies that will be as worthless as you are, and collect the fucking welfare that I have to pay because I choose to earn my money. BTW, go Red Sox. So far 4-0 game 2 vs. White Sox. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, October 3rd, 2005
8:16 pm	Fine, I'm writing again After several (okay one) request to continue writing in my livejournal even though I don't really care to, I'm back. My work has been suffering lately. I think I'm trying to do too much, I'm just not in that good of shape to work sixty hours a week. Sad seeing that I'm only 22. I hate being this way. I'm working seven days a week and I still can't save any money. I know that I've been spending too much on eating out and poker. I need to start controlling my impulses. If I can't, then what am I worth? Hopefully things will start turning around soon. I'm setting goals, which I'm hoping to accomplish. Two credit cards down by the end of this year (their limits are only 300 each) and my other two by the end of next year. Hopefully I'll be able to finish off the personal loan for the computer I'm currently using this year (when it's done, it'll be obselete. ha! I love technology.) and my student loan within two and a half years. After all that, hopefully my credit rating will be repaired, and I'll be able to get a loan for a car, and I'll be halfway to moving out. Not that I'm in a hurry or anything. Actually, I am. I can't wait to get my own place. There we go, one completed entry. Order up! Current Mood: drained (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 21st, 2005
9:47 pm	A short musical interlude Okay, so it's not musical. I just need to vent a little. Those who do not believe in predestination were never born poor in West Virginia. Here life has been sculpted out for you, they break your will in your teen years, so that you have no desires, no dreams. They keep you fat and lethargic with fatty foods, alcohol and tobacco. People shun you for showing intelligence, hate you for not hating people of certain races, creeds and religions, will kill you if you happen to be, like, or have anything that isn't exactly their way. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 20th, 2005
9:28 pm	Another day, another duodenum Tis a quick update from the O.G. It was a very long day at work. It was sooo slow I couldn't stand it. At least I wasn't with the ditzes in the lobby, just the weirdos in the drive-thru. I have a feeling tomorrow will be even longer. Paulette quit at the high life so there is only four people working there. I did enjoy going out with Josh and Momo last night to Joes. Our favorite bartender Michelle was there, which always makes the evening better. Well I am off to a few hours in front of the TV before bed. Later. Current Mood: full (Comment on this)
Sunday, September 18th, 2005
10:25 pm	"we stand at friendship at the moment" Finally I got speak with Sarah today, and we both agreed that friendship was the best for us as of now. She said, mostly because of distance, which I understand with her living an hour and a half away. I don't think we really know each other well enough to pursue that anyways, so I'm only slightly disappointed. I'm just glad it's over with and the awkwardness is gone. She wanted to mention it herself but couldnt bring it up so I'm glad I was able to. I'm kind of busy chatting with Josh and Sarah so I will have to update later. Current Mood: satisfied (Comment on this)
10:23 am	I have awoken to a glorious day Perhaps it was the nap I took yesterday, but I woke up this morning energetic and refreshed, even though I only got about five or so hours of sleep. I'll be off to work here in a few. Hopefully I'll get some decent tips. If not, oh well. After that I'll be at home watching the new episodes of Family Guy and American Dad. I had the strangest dream last night. Usually I forget what my dreams are a few minutes after I wake up, but this one is staying with me. I think I was at a high school reunion and Sarah was my date. I don't remember much except that I saw a few random people from high school there and Sarah and I were having the greatest time together, totally inhibition free, which is pretty much the opposite of our awkward, quiet times together. Strange, I just hope things get better between us, and I hope to talk to her soon, I haven't seen her online for two days. She must be busy. Aside from that, nothing much has been going on. I should be able to finished The Fuck-Up by the end of work today, or at least be the end of the day. Hopefully just in time for his other book, Manhatten Loverboy, to arrive from Amazon. I can't believe Beth wants to borrow the Fuck Up when I am done with it. I think she wants to read it just so she can get attention from people reading the title. I wonder if the Pittsburgh Manhattenites will be into the lounge today. They're a nice couple, just a little out of place. Hopefully Mary won't get as blitzed as she was last time. She gets pretty goofy, and she has a book with jokes that she's written that are really bad. They're more like riddles but she thinks they're jokes: What has two arms but can't give you a hug? A chair. Wow, what wit. Off to work. Current Mood: energetic (Comment on this)
3:13 am	my first day off comes to a close After a long day of inactivity, then sleep, then goofing off, I'm ready to go to bed, as soon as I record a few things here. My determination to speak with Sarah has fallen to flacidity after not seeing her online for two days. Currently sleep and my financial status are my top priorties. Also, match.com blows. It can go to hell. Current Mood: sleepy (Comment on this)
Friday, September 16th, 2005
11:10 pm	My first entry Dork's log Stardate 091605.2313 I've tried these blogs before but it seems that I have nothing to do but to try it again. I'll attempt to spare you all from angsty poetry and lyrics from my favorite songs. I guess years of repression has led me to become a social phobic and I need to learn to express myself if I hope to live a normal life. At least as normal as I can make it. Right now I'm thinking about Sarah. I know that I have been seemingly indifferent about her, I do feel that we could be a great couple if we both learned to open up some. I'm kind of a personality chameleon, meaning that I act like the people around me in order to gain acceptance. In the instance of most of the people I know, it's not a bad thing, but around Sarah it's different. She's very quiet and in turn this makes me a shy and quiet person when normally I'm not. I just want to let her know that I want to make this more than just a friendship but I want to take it slowly, because I believe that my past relationships have been jeopardized by my speedy dive into an emotional and physical relationship before I even got to know the person. I don't want that to happen with us, because I think there's potential for more there. I guess inaction has been my response to things so far, but no longer. Tonight I will tell her how I feel and just get things out in the open so that we can comfortable talk about it. Also I need to work on my Magic playing skills.. I'll never win states at this rate. Current Mood: determined (Comment on this)