There are some things about aim that sometimes bother me. In olden day, it was warning. You know, when douchebag friends would send you warnings, and thehigher your percentage got the more inaccessible AIM became. but by junior year in high school that was pretty much done except DRWF's (drunken roommate warning fights) wherein you and your dorm roommate, both heavily sauced, warn each other until you can't be warned again. But Ben'd usually pass out before me so I'd get on his comp and fuck his AIM royally..
I dunno if he ever knew that.  Eh well. Sorry Ben.

But nother annoys me more nowdays than away messages. The point of an away message is to let those online know where you are and that, while still online, you're not at your computer. However, in our 21st century would-be enlightenment, we like to be poetic, or sarcastic, or just plain unoriginal. I am no hypocrite and will be the first to admit that I do it too. But some take it to the extreme.

1. The Poets. you know them. We all do. it's the girl who's heart has been broken just one too many times and is now so deep you'd think she was probably a dyke if she didn't wanna fuck you. This is the guy that just got in your frat, and you still don't know him well enough to tell if he's just an emotional guy, flaming queen, or postal worker waiting to happen. Poets are usually also quoters, but they tend to quote more soft, sad, clut-my-wrists music.

2. The Sads. Oh man.  they delight in telling you there bad news/worst recent tragedy via away message. They say things in their away messages that make you want to call and make sure they haven't jumped yet, and it almost makes you wanna push them. These are the ones that like to call arbitrarilly and cry on your always-loving shoulder, even though you rarely hear from them when their bi-polar disorder has them on a happy streak. Watch out--Sads will try their best to bring you down with them and screw you while your not looking, just "to take away the pain of living."

3. The Quoter. This one I am guilty of somewhat often, though I try to keep it in check. These are the guys that never have anything of their own to say. never. It's always a Napoleon Dynamite quote. or a zoolander quote. or some other really funny, usually pretty famous, quote. But we, the unsuspecting masses are the ones that are thought stupid. "They're never know where this one came from!" you can almost hear them say.

So&So: hey, do you know any sites where I can find good random quotes?
MikeiC42: Not really... why?
So&So: I need a good away message
MikeiC42: why don't you just say where you're going on it..
So&So: yeah cuz THAT's cool...

4. The Sarcastic &  Irreverant. EVERYONE knows this guy. and everynow & then, everyone is this guy. The object is simple-- you basically say something either stupid, mean, or irreverant, and you'll get the AIM attention that you were seeking when you wrote it. It doesn't have to be factual..S&I's don't care about facts. They care about getting a rise out of you. It doesn't have to be well-organized or catchy, because the more offensive it is the more likely you are to remember it. Especially at a school like baylor where very few can take their religion and laugh about it(about 5 people that I know, all of which are girls), you can expect a cetain amount of shit to be given to this guy, but hey--that was his goal all along, right?

The point is, just tell me where the fuck you are, IE, an away message...

I don't care if you're drinking 2% milk, tell me where you're drinking it.
I don't care if your broken heart is dying, tell me where to find the body.
I already know the lyrics to "Run". I do not, however, know where you are.
And finally, no one cares if your God is dead. or if ugly girls give better head. or if you don't know where you are. Yes you do, so tell me, and the world, by putting it on your away message. Unless you can't get on due to a drunken roommate.

I'm back bitches.

Some news: I'm happy. For a long time I wasn't. Maybe you weren't aware. But for the last 4-5 months now I've been eating right, losing weight/working out, and my body/soul feel great. I'm seeing someone wonderful, my classes are going swimmingly, and I have a job I enjoy--that being no job at all. I've made sme amazing new friends while keeping the ones of old worth keeping. I've cleaning out the attic of all the drama and dumb shit and I'm filling it up with positive influences, people, and experiences.

There's something so...I don't know...cleansing..about feeling good about the way you look. The confidence it gives you is priceless and it works wonders on your psyche. Someone looking at you and saying "damn, you're skinny!" after you've been overweight for a good while is like crack to your ego. It's be best fucking thing in the world.

I have an AWESOME apartment right now. Moved out of the lofts. Basically if you rent in waco from K & S realtors, you're asking for a heap of trouble. They don't replace locks on apartments, which makes them prime for getting broken into. Which mine did. So I told them I was moving out and wasn't paying any fees for breaking my lease early and they'l suck it up and deal. they didn't like it, but I threatened to call the TAA[Texas Apartment Assn] and notify them about my locks, and then K&S was happy to let me out of the lease. Bandera Ranch is awesome.

basically my life as taken a massive turn for the better.

I'm happy.

I forgot I even had a xanga.

apparently you did too.

There's very little that's new news, other than the fact that I'm butt be a daddy again.

No, I didn't knock anyone up. I'm getting a pup.
(that rhymed)

Some things I observed today whilst standing in a line at the DPS...

1. People are rude - In general. I wonder how many times I'm in a grumpy mood in public and I'm just a total to prick to any and all. I wish I could say that I'm not, but we all are sometime. But this woman(a rather large hispanic lady, to be exact) ws more rude than I've ever physically witnessed. She was giving attitude to clerks who were honestly trying to help her. Then when she made a mistake on a form, she had to go to the back of the line and was very unhappy about it. Very audibly unhappy. I heard it. The 30 other people in line heard it. If you're in the state of texas and were quiet around 1:45 pm, you probably heard it too. You just thought that one girl farted. no, wrong.

2. People are gross - Ok, we all have dirty habits. I bite my fingers to the point of bleeding all the freakin time. But the only place the ru the full gammet of gross behavior is the DPS line. Another rather rotund lady felt said line was the absolute best place to relieve herself of her apparently painful wedgie--she groaned an audible sigh of relief directly after. Another gentleman felt that, after this wedgie fiasco, he should do his part by mining for some much-sought after Nose gold. If he'd deposited it into his mouth, he would've won grossest, but instead he blew it by rubbing it on his jeans. The piece de resistance, however, comes in two elderly people. Mind you I was in line for a solid hour(and didn't even get to ride a coaster), so these events weren't one right after the other. I don't want to go into too much detail because the lingering burn to my nose hairs is still fresh. Suffice it to say, old people shouldn't fart in public. Especially if they can't hear.

3. People are slow - Seriously, it took over an hour to get through 30-35 people. If this had been the grocery store, rioting would've ensued. shopping buggies would've become chariots of death, and plucky soccer moms turn barbarian, clubbing each other over the heas with Quilted Northern and Pork tenderloin. sadly, that was not the case. that would've al teast been entertaining. This one I blame on the office. If the line's almost out the door, and grandma moses behind the counter can barely pick up the stamper without breaking a bone, maybe it's time to think about a fresh stock of (young) employees.

4. People are funny - The best part of this trip was and always is evesdropping on random conversations around you. You hear some of the most raunchy, flithy, gloriously confusing, random, macabre, austere commentary you'll ever hear in this line. Here is a collage, a general overview of what I heard today, in one-sentence form:

"But if he don't get outta jail before then he ain't never goin to Iraq."
              that's bad?

"Fine take your shoes off. I hope you fall down & bust your head open."
              thanks mom. I love you too.

"Why can't you just print my license right here? I got all dressed up for this."
              it's renewing a license, not going to the goddam prom.

"If you two don't stop fightin' I'm gonna beat the shit outt both of you."
              again, Mom's words are indespensable.

"Did anyone see a baby walking through here??!"
              ...what?!

5. People tend to stink after long periods in lines - this one writes itself.

So in you need to renew your license or anything of the sort, take my advice.
get a bus pass.

Currently Listening Outside Looking In: The Best Of Gin Blossoms By The Gin Blossoms see related

I guess this part is where I tell you about being out of school. What it feels like, etc. But I'm not really feeling it.

There are a lot of things changing for me right now. Nothing drastic or life-changing. Nothing's really hanging in the balance, save my sanity from time to time.

I spent New Years in split form--part with family in Dallas, part with friends from Waco in Dallas. it was lots of fun, but one of those bittersweet moments. The 2-4 minutes directly after the clock turns midnight are pivotal, and if you're kissless, it's like going stag to the prom. No, it's worse. It's all the loneliness of being single on Valentines day, only crammed into 4 minutes. And when everyone [literally, everyone] around you is mugging down, it can prove quite the emotional rollercoaster. Much like menopause.

Not that I'm menopausal.

I'm fairly certain that I don't even have one ovary.
But I did get a C+ in biology, so..

My birthday is next week. There might be a party. Who knows. We're all poor folk these days. Plus the idea of paying for my own party isn't so glamourous this year. But who knows. I'll prolly do it. I'm a sucker for peer pressure.

Don't let this update fool you. I'm still as aloof as ever.

I have a problem. No I've not been mortally shot, but I come close on an almost daily basis (I'm reppin' Waco here). This problem is one that I've had pretty much all my life. No, it's not chronic Napoleon complex. But I have one. Shut Up. No it's not chest-hair growth(anymore. it used to only grow on one side, but our sovereign God saw fit to finally bless me with the other half, ending my incredulity).

I have an incredibly messy room. I would take pictures, but I really don't want to flaunt my messiness online. If you've known me for a while, you know this is nothing new. I had a messy room in high school, I had a messy dorm room, and every house/apartment since then. Not just clothes, though they tend to be the first layer down and the major blocker of my rarely-seen carpet. I think it's green. But I don't own a snow shovel, or at least one capable of tossing around this layer that strongly resembles topsoil. So your guess is as good as mine.

And don't try soliciting cleaning advice. My mom has tried to tell me since I was, oh, 5 years old that "if you'll just put stuff up after you use it, your room will stay clean."
yeah yeah. That doesn't work.

"If you'll just take 10 minutes everyday to pick up your room, it'll stay clean."
Riiight. If I'm at home for 10 minutes, I'm already taking a nap. And last time I checked, it's pretty hard to train one's self to sleepwalk and clean at the same time. The vacuum alone negates this entire theory.

"A clean room is indicative of an organized life."
Thanks, mom. I'll probably have ugly kids, too, huh?

All to say, I'm a lazy bum who'd rather study than clean his room.
And I hate studying more than the thought of life in hell.
And I'm pretty O.K. with it.