2002-02-13 - 10:11 PM
101st & Going Up (Growing Up)
You know, I just had this really severe case of PMS (Pissed Male Syndrome, that is). So I upped and headed on towards the library, rented a few DVDs and borrowed some more books - I must admit, as curious as it may be, I walked out of the library, feeling so much better, wearing a smile on my fluppy face. And as an added bonus, Justin Timberlake was on Hot 97. I love that unbearable bastard. He's such a pompous and egotistical ass, who wishes he was of a darker shade. But I love the moronic menace. At least he has shit to be boastful about. But I just love how he keeps on saying "I love hip-hop. I mean, I grew up on hip-hop." You Memphis mule. Haha. I cherish every fiber of his honkey-tonk being. The man can dance, sing, and at night, he goes home and licks Britney's left nipple (hopefully in the name of Austin). That lucky prick. In any instance, that Tennessee tit-licker makes me laugh - so I had a rather enjoyable voyage to and from the library. Picked up my mood like that. *snaps fingers*
Another thing to touch upon, the fact that I didn't realize that my last entry was, well, it was my ONE HUNDREDTH ENTRY!!! That's right, the big 1-0-0. Should've made the title of my last entry, 100th street or something, like my 50th entry. But eh, whatever. Ah, yes, Austin - the journey that you've made from last August to now, semi-documented in your journal entries. Austin, me boy, be proud of where you've ended up. At least it's not a gutter. But as I look into the archives of my online venture, the strange catacomb of journalism, I realize how much soul I've poured into it all. Although I've only documented a half percent of what has happened to me within the last (roughly) six months. Interesting how it's been half a year since I've started this thing, and I'm surprised I'm not on my 200th journal entry or something. I really had high expectations for it all, but I guess, I really needed to take a lot of time to live the life I wanted to talk about. On a similar vein, I'm lazy - hence, the minimal amount of additions to my journal. So A + B = C. "A" being living my life. "B" being my laziness. "C" being the lousy one hundred entries. But hey, from a certain point of view, a hundred is a lot. But I aim high - usually do.
*Random lyric being sung by Austin*
"Oo-wee-oo, I look just like Buddy Holly. Oh, oh - and you're Mary Tyler Moore. I don't care what they say about us anyway. I don't care 'bout that. I don't care 'bout that." - Weezer
Ah, say it ain't so - I just sung Weezer. HA! Didja catch that, I first sung/quoted Weezer, than I commented on it with "say it ain't so". HA! Didja catch that? You know, Weezer has a song called "Say It Ain't So"...and I quoted Weezer, so I like, quoted twice - in different situations, or something. AH, bah rubbish. Forget it. I confuse even myself sometimes.
In conclusion, I'd just like to conclude that I conclude in making a conclusion to conclude this here conclusion. I bet you find that word weird-sounding now. I mean, now that you've said it a buncha times. Try it. Say conclude again. OOPS! You just did. Did it sound weird? <=0P BWAHAHAHAHA! Mission accomplished, my deary do, mission accomplished.
Well, guys, I starve. So it's time for me to rustle up some grub. I'll comment on that God-forsaken holiday of tomorrow, that's right - Valentine's Day. But yes, I shall comment on that tomorrow, when I'll be in a better mood to do so. So yes, goodbye, y'all. Salutations, audience - and don't forget to tuck yourself in, if nobody will do it for you.
