ieyeasu

ieyeasu @ 2008-04-12T00:17:00

2008-04-12T07:16:55Z

I'm 22 years old, and I've never had a driver's license. I realize that makes me a loser, and perhaps even some sort of loser sovereign (yes, I stole that), but you know...whatever.

I could blame my non-vehicular on a number of things--familial disinterest before I turned 18, for example; or the difficulty of getting one of my friends to lend me their cars and lives to teach me. Or I could say that I don't want to drive because gas and insurance are freakin' expensive (I figure I've saved quite a few grand over the past six years not driving. All blown on hookers and blow, a combination I think should be renamed the "Sandstorm". Picture it, doing blow off a hooker's ass, and then she farts...and there's a little cloud.). Most conceited of all, I could say I'm too good to drive because I'm saving the world by emitting fewer harmful gasses (everyone knows I love beer, beans, and cheese too much for that to be true).

The truth is that I'm fucking scared of driving. It's absolutely gut-wrenchingly terrifying for me. All the other cars, a million details to pay attention to, the knowledge of body it takes to know how much pressure on the gas creates how much speed--it's sensory overload, and I find it incredibly uncomfortable.

I described this to my mother once, and she mentioned that none of the males on her father's side of the family drive, for similar reasons. So maybe I have some sort of congenital nervousness.

I recognize that one day I'll have to learn, but the older I get without learning, the more distant it seems. And I've managed to get this far without having a car. Living in a place with a decent bus system is great. But it's one of those things that adults--especially adult males--have to know how to do. I have this image of what a loser looks like in my head, and one of the definite attributes is "Doesn't know how to drive".

Anywho, TLDR. Advice, stories, comments?

ieyeasu @ 2008-04-10T13:59:00

2008-04-10T20:59:48Z

I need to make some paper.

ieyeasu @ 2008-04-04T15:38:00

2008-04-04T22:38:31Z

Things kinda suck right now.

ieyeasu @ 2008-03-28T03:08:00

2008-03-28T10:09:23Z

Coach McGuirk:
Women are crazy. Get 'em together...they...they turn into animals! They eat their own.

ieyeasu @ 2008-03-23T13:21:00

2008-03-23T20:21:30Z

What kind of man am I, and what kind of man do I want to be?

ieyeasu @ 2008-03-18T03:28:00

2008-03-18T10:28:47Z

The other night, Ian blacked out and mysteriously showed up at the apartment with a half-rack of Miller Genuine Draft.

It's effing disgusting. It's a crime against beer. And humanity.

ieyeasu @ 2008-03-14T02:47:00

2008-03-14T09:47:44Z

hahaha

she was gone by the time I showed up

and I had a good fucking time

I'm fucking awesome. I am the lulz.

ieyeasu @ 2008-03-13T02:15:00

2008-03-13T09:24:50Z

What's up in my life:

A thing happened, and now is no longer happening. I decided to perform poor reality checks because I thought that would be more fun, and for a while it was. Coming down of that cloud kinda sucked. In time, I'll look back at that episode and say "LOL, W/E." All good, in the end. Precipitated a small crisis, got me moving, got my legs churning.

I'm trying to move into the frying deli in Fred Meyer because I think they'll pay me more, maybe even up to Journeyman (12ish/hour vs my current 8.75). The manager of the deli said she'd try and bring me in as a shift leader right away, but now I'm stuck in bureaucracy land waiting for managers to talk to each other and jack each other off or whatever. It's frustrating because none of them wants to tell me what's going on, and I have a sneaking suspicion that my current manager is trying to make it difficult for me to move in whatever small way he can.

School is going ok. I'm not working at it that hard, I have senioritis in a huge way. I'm going to pass everything, though, and I'm graduating in spring. That's pretty fucking awesome. What I do with my degree in General Studies, though...that's a thought. I have no idea. I feel stuck in Bellingham and stuck in a world without jobs. I'm getting ready to sign a lease here in a week or so, so I'm definitely going to be in town a while longer.

I've been working on myself in fits and starts. I don't play video games very often anymore. This makes me both happy and sad. It was a part of who I am, but now I really can't be bothered with it--it's not that I'm that busy, it's just that I find gaming boring now. I've been trying to eat right and I've been exercising intermittently--I'm starting to think I'm attractive (This is a new thought), and being super fit could take me into "hot" territory. Which would be pretty fucking awesome. I'm playing more guitar, I'm trying to think, I'm writing, I'm reading...I dunno. I'm wanting to get some of that pent up "Me" out there in the world somehow.

I feel like I need to start "dating", whatever that means. I think I have a lot to offer, that some woman out there would be lucky to find me. Also weird.

LOL, POST

ieyeasu @ 2008-03-11T11:20:00

2008-03-11T18:20:18Z

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZSnlo3W-3Y

ieyeasu @ 2008-03-11T02:44:00

2008-03-11T09:44:45Z

I'm dumb. I'm a masochist, I'm a blowhard, and I make too many decisions.

ieyeasu @ 2008-03-07T00:04:00

2008-03-07T08:04:35Z

I'm starting to be a man.

About god-damned time. Who wants a piece?

ieyeasu @ 2008-02-24T12:56:00

2008-02-24T20:56:55Z

I want to have a weekly two hand touch game going as the weather gets better. Mondays, Wenesdays, or Fridays. Need a few peeps. whos interested

ieyeasu @ 2008-02-24T12:37:00

2008-02-24T20:38:53Z

Things I'm going to do:

1. Exercise.
2. Play guitar.
3. Write songs.
4. Karate.
5. Save monies.
6. Brew beer.
7. Learn Art.

ieyeasu @ 2008-02-24T01:25:00

2008-02-24T09:25:22Z

The crazy isn't my fault this time

it's so liberating

ieyeasu @ 2008-02-22T22:49:00

2008-02-23T06:49:57Z

not sure what i'm expecting

ieyeasu @ 2008-02-19T01:47:00

2008-02-19T09:48:03Z

I added this little ditty to my facebook, then deleted it when I realized how incredibly pretentious it was :lol:

"I believe in damning the torpedoes and going full speed ahead. I believe that we're invincible; I believe that we're supposed to be foolishly romantic. I believe we're supposed to get gravely hurt doing so. I believe we'll rise from the ashes and call it life, and look back on it in our old age and shake our head smiling wistfully at youth."

I do that a lot...write stuff like that, feeling like it's important and poetic at the time...and then realize that I'm an ass. : P

ieyeasu @ 2008-02-14T01:48:00

2008-02-14T09:51:46Z

Things are changing again.

I want to quit my job. Fred Meyer's ok, and I don't hate it, but it's time to do something different. I just don't care enough about what I do there every day, and it would be neat to find some new people and be excited about work for a while.

I need to start lifting again. I'm getting a little pudgy. Nothing too terrible, but it's time to get at it.

I've had a feeling lately, and it's a different one for me. I've spent a lot of life thinking that I couldn't handle a relationship or attract a woman; that, somehow, I was undeserving. You know, baggage.

But that's not me anymore. I'm a fucking catch, in my own way. Some lady's gonna be lucky to drag me in.

ieyeasu @ 2008-02-12T10:44:00

2008-02-12T18:44:38Z

Dance too close to the fire and you're sure to get burned.

ieyeasu @ 2008-02-04T18:57:00

2008-02-05T02:58:03Z

wtf

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZvc_-39I3s

Your Mom

2008-01-28T17:47:50Z

Copped from the Encyclopedia Dramatica:

Your mom is definitely a drunk. You came out George Bush.

Your mom, according to psychiatric experts everywhere, is the most sexually active person on the planet. The chief defining characteristics of your mom include:

1. hot (MILF)
2. promiscuous
3. obsessive over cock
4. obsessive over MY cock
5. obsessive over my, my best friends, and my best friends dogs cock
6. fat
7. ugly
8. a fat ugly hooker
9. a fat ugly cock sucking hooker
10. a fat ugly cock sucking donkey fucking hooker
11. Ignores you because of cock

ieyeasu @ 2008-01-26T03:16:00

2008-01-26T11:16:53Z

Quote: "Everything's coming up Milhouse!"

Episode: "Mom And Pop Art" (4/11/99)

Context: Milhouse utters these immortal words in joy when the rolled-up cuffs of his "flood pants" keep his cuffs "bone-dry" after Homer floods Springfield as an elaborate piece of conceptual art. Beat that, Christo!

Real-life uses: Useful for celebrating any lucky, unexpected sequence of events, no matter how comically minor or insignificant. (Note: this phrase need not be reserved solely for people actually named "Milhouse.")

It's chilling.

2008-01-25T20:03:31Z

SEPT. 18, 1996. -- I was bartending in Boston and wondering what the heck had happened to my life. You know things are bad when you're setting your alarm clock for noon every day, only you still have to hit the snooze button a few times before rolling out of bed.

http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/080116&sportCat=mlb

ieyeasu @ 2008-01-15T02:15:00

2008-01-15T10:15:27Z

Spike is an idiot. Faye is right, the past doesn't matter.

What a fucking downer.

ieyeasu @ 2007-12-23T12:07:00

2007-12-23T20:09:48Z

This shit is fucking bananas.

I feel like I'm constantly dealing with some disastrous result of me having three beers. I mean, occasionally--very occasionally--alcohol helps me out, makes me witty and jovial. But most of the time, it just creates a fucked up situation for me.

Fuck it, *I* create a fucked up situation for me.

Ugh, I'm dumb.

Booze moratorium.

Also: women are memes. Remember this idea, it causes problems for you.

ieyeasu @ 2007-12-19T15:44:00

2007-12-19T23:44:46Z

Remind me to have a conversation with myself about alcohol with mixed company.