Hunting Season? WTF its nerd season.

I absolutely love this time of the year.

Its the time of the year when millions of people flock to shopping medians daily.

Its the time of year when I get most stressed out.

Its the time of year when it gets fucking cold when I don't want it to get fucking cold.

Its the time of year my dog mysteriously goes into heat despite getting her vagina blended up from on the inside.

Its the time of year my dad is convinced I absolutely adore hunting and never stops filling my mind with visons of fluffy animals getting shot not quite directly through the heart.



But in the end, it all comes down to one thing.


Its the time of year when several means of multimedia entertainment are released in a swarm of headshots and wi-fi connections.


I even have it scheduled how I'm going about purchasing all these delicious items.

Nov.8 - Nov.19 = Gears of War(XB360), COD3(XB360)

Nov.19 - TBA = Various Nintendo Wii titles


A simple schedule really, but I review it daily, if not hourly.

I get way too excited about this stuff, then get bitterly disappointed, but in the end its worth it.


Getting hyped up about shit is a pillar of happiness. Its available when the girlfriend pillar, or social pillar, or any other pillar has been shot down.

Its great, and I'll never ever stop getting overhyped for anything so shut up.

By the way Xbox Live is pissing me off.

I spent 80 bucks to get an account and 1600 microsoft points, but I can't use them because I'm not fucking old enough. So now I have to find the password to my mom's email if I want to use them. I also can't use the damn headset when playing live because of this. Problem is my mom's password is alphanumeric and was written down on only once piece of paper and now that paper is lost.

FUCK.

This is how I feel.




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where did the carefree lifestyle and weekly showers go

I've been thinking. About how we change and what not.

What do I do now that I would never think of in junior high?











For one I swear like a damn maniac.


Fuck(in JH) = Satan
No joke, I would get mad giggles if anyone said anything profain.
Now its not just verbal, men are grabbing asses, punching nuts. Its not cool.
But whatever I guess.






Two, I don't feel as creative as I used to.

That makes me sad. I miss the video camera days. The gorilla suits. Drawing stupid shit that makes sense to no one...


About drawing shit though, I've been doing more of that lately, because I love it and I can be as fucked up as I want with my drawings. They really don't mean anything.
Maybe subconsciously, because I start with a line, that leads to a circle, that leads to an
alligator hand eating daniels pez dispensing head. You know, typical stuff. (Dan and I have
been planning to scan and upload some stuff, so watch for that)






Three...I need stuff to do.


A hobby...or something. I mean, what the hell? I play video games, and surf the internet.
Play football, but thats not long term...People, help me. I need something. A few years back I remember always having something do to...skateboarding, making music, etc. Suggestions,
playdates...please....






Four. Overcoming my shyness is backfiring.



Getting over my brick wall of social inabilities has been tough, but gradually I'm becoming
more open and umm, fun? With this comes drawbacks though. I feel the less shy I become,
the more of an asshole I seem to be. Fair? Nope, but whatever, life is a stick in the ass in
general. And I feel as I complain about other shitheads, I become a hypocrite, only
condemning myself. So, because of this, I've been hesitant lately, with many things I say...but, whatever.






Five. Girls aren't the goal in life anymore.




Jesus, I remember getting so depressed in junior high, because I was such a damn loner. But it
was true, I was really shy (still not good with girls), and I knew I would probably be that way
for a long time. This was crushing. I remember lonnnng talks with mother and whatnot, they cured me temporarily, but something dad said, or something I saw at school would always
bring back the stick in the ass. This depression continued until I actually had a real girlfriend during the summer of 2006. I was happy. Until I got dumped and realized how god damn
brain washed I was. Now women are whatever to me. I'm gonna be really damn picky, but
thats the way it should be. Don't become the friend. (ha dave) The thing is, its not my
motivation for life as it was in JH. Weird eh? How such desirable things can also be such
fucking ripoffs? Cuh-razy shit.





Six. Does not count. I still have my principles.



I will not do drugs. I will not drink. I will not do things unessacary in general.
Why should I start drinking if I can be happy and have fun not doing it? Why risk so much for a fun little buzz? If you do it responsibly, then whatever, have fun. Just don't fucking
spraypaint shit, and break windows. I'll just stick to doing the millions things that make more sense to me I guess.



Seven. Eight.

There are so many changes that have gone on, subconsciously or not.

Its fucking crazy.

It really gets me thinking about how I'm gonna be in 6 years.





You could probably tell me better than anyone.




Well, I have to do homework, and writing this has taken me much longer than it should have.

Sleep awaits.


Peathe.

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My old blog was gay.

This one is gayer.

Enjoy these pictures.





I went to Missoula for a weekend a while ago...and yeah it pretty much pwned any fun bullshit Deer Lodge can muster.


That was a very spontaneous night, and I would never consider doing any of the things we did there, here.

Not because the things we did were inappropriate or against the law, but because in Deer
Lodge...you know everyone, and everyone is composed of 90% redneck "I like to hunt to eat rarw liver, my house's paint is peeling but I dont care, lets go get fucking wasted it'll be awesome, women are toys to be played with not respected but it doesnt matter because women flock the assholes anyway or dump you cause youre too nice , country and rap music are genius, I'm gonna live here the rest of my life, I have no life, short haired, if you don't have a truck you aren't hetero, my speakers are louder than yours, I shot a fucking grasshopper with a 12 gauge, school is gay and doesn't deserve my attention, I don't get to know people because I'm afraid of change, if you wear a t-shirt or have long hair you're a flamer, if you don't play football you aren't a man, I'm gonna stop now because in the end this rant is meaningless" shallow minded assholes.


In Missoula theres are a lot more people to identify with, and thats awesome.

I don't know if I stayed on track there or not, but I honestly don't care.


In the futrue I'll gripe even more to you about my hopelessness, and about that fact that all I enjoy in life is videogames.

You probably can't wait.




Eat me and die readers.

Eat me and die.

Ha.


James -