life lessons

so as i lay here in my room in barrister court, a tiny shithole of an apartment, i think to myself, "damn, this is not where i thought i'd be living in little rock." don't get me wrong, ive met a lot of great people living here, since its only for law students. but at the same time, I miss my dog, i need more space to have more shit, and i need to get some furniture, since i gave most of mine away fully expecting to be living with my brother, who has lots of cool furniture. since that didn't pan out, which is another story entirely, here i am, sitting in my 60-70 degree apartment (im not sure what the temperature is... i dont have to pay utilities, so i just leave it pretty much on 60, and it stays on all the time, so it means it never quite makes it to 60), reading, taking a break to do dishes, since i dont have a dishwasher, and i look at the refrigerator. this may sound bad but, i had an epiphany. when life hands you lemons, bring bacardi and cola.

are you a sex adict?

watch this video and find out for yourself

http://video.msn.com/v/us/v.htm?g=09b7f6ef-640f-47f6-a5e3-33c6764e464f&f=&fg=rss

note that this is probably not something that is worksafe

little texas

when i was a little kid, there was a song by a band called little texas. this song was called "what might have been." it is basically about trying ot not think about what might have been. it is probably one of the saddest and most depressing songs that could ever be sung. hell, i'm going to have to google the lyrics just to put them in here at the end of this post. i think this song sums up a lot of feelings for a lot of issues in life. there are always those relationships that didnt work, or those that never happened when there was something there. you can wonder to yourself, damn, if only i'd done (or not done) this or that or said (or not said) this or that, what might have been? there is no way to know really. i dont know if i believe in fate, or in that saying of "if its meant to be, it will be." maybe its more of a "if you build it, they will come" kind of life. perhaps you have to put yourself out there in order for it to come. i dunno? either way, i've determined its important to remember the what might have beens, so you can avoid them in the future, but regardless, it still seems like it sucks that you missed out on them in the past. damn, what might have been?

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Sure I think about you now and then
But it's been a long long time
I've got a good life now I've moved on
So when you cross my mind

I try not to think about
What might have been
'Cause that was then
And we have taken different roads
We can't go back again
There's no use giving in
And there's no way to know
What might have been

We could sit and talk about this all night long
And wonder why we didn't last
Yes they might be the best days
We will ever know
But we'll have to leave them in the past

So try not to think about
What might have been
'Cause that was then
And we have taken different roads
We can't go back again
There's no use giving in
And there's no way to know
What might have been

That same old look in your eyes
It's a beautiful night
I'm so tempted to stay
But too much time has gone by
We should just say goodbye
And turn and walk away

And try not to think about
What might have been
'Cause that was then
And we have taken different roads
We can't go back again
There's no use giving in
And there's no way to know
What might have been

No we'll never know
What might have been

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google also directed me to their myspace page, where you can hear this song, and some more because apparently they are still around....

http://www.myspace.com/littletexasband

im back

so, i've decided i need to update this regularly. i really enjoy posting in this, and i think it will provide me some sort of relief from the daily stresses associated with law school. i'm contemplating changing the layout a bit, which i may or may not do when i have more time to check and see what my other options are. i notice that at least one person has randomly found this blog via my website i have listed on facebook. be that the case, congratulations. right now i dont see that as a problem, since i've yet to write anything terrible about anyone that may or may not know me in little rock that can in any way get back to me. but it is something that i will keep watch of, because when i talk on here about banging some skank, getting drunk, or some other nonsense that i dont want everyone to know about, then i may have to change my facebook as well.

movies

i've been watching a lot of movies this summer. i pretty much watch anything that i've never seen before, be it a chick flick, action, comedy, or whatever, so long as it isnt a scary movie, since im a big ole pussy, and dont like scary movies. sometimes, if there is a lead guy. i like to put myself into the situation of the guy, and try to decide how i would react to the situation that the character is put in. for instance, if i was engaged to jennifer aniston, and she went off and fucked some other guy, then came crying back to me, would i take her back? yea probably i would

summer

god, i love summer. i have been completely worthless for a month. i've floated the last 2 weekends in a row. tomorrow, i think i'll go do some fishing just so i can be neat some water. my bruises from drunkenly flipping the canoe last weekend are finally gone. apparently, i may be going to a party in a field with a bonfire tonight. gotta love good ole paragould. im starting to get bored. im ready to go to little rock and start law school. new things seem like fun.

great public service announcement

how about this shit.

i may not be mr right, but i'll fuck you till he gets here

i saw the funniest t-shirt this weekend at river fest. i bet you can never guess the title. so, it was memorial day yesterday, so i went down to spa city for the weekend. friday night we got good and hammered at some bar there where our main sources of entertainment were these old sluts who were grinding on each other. then we saw a prolly 250lb 35-45 yr old fatty back that ass up like it was nothing. it was funny as shit. the only reason we were at this bar really was because it was donnies birthday and his old lady sings in the house band there. nonetheless, we make it back to the house and i crash.... no skanks in tow. thank god. so we go to riverfest the next day, were i see the awesome t-shirt. then we catch a few bands and see all the black folk swarm to the stage to see ll cool j. haha. a little bit later we head back across the bridge to the car and are drinking rum straight, just because we feel the need to get drunker. then we end up pounding a bunch of beer, and by the end of the day we had drank all the rum, and all of a 30 pack of beer. so then its time for george clinton, who put on probably one of the best shows i've ever seen live. the p funk all stars were incredible. so we make it back to hot springs around 1, and the next day get up early and float the caddo river, where we meet some hos floating by themselves. now, these girls were like our polar opposites, 4 chicks floating the river, sans dudes, with coolers full up beer. they were us with vaginas. so, we fed them hot dogs, and the fat one really like that. there was one girl who was smoking hot. they were all sluts and had mr crawford not been with us i have no doubt any of us could have taken any of them into the woods and banged on them. regardless, after b and i drink all there beer while the hottie uses her leg as a rope to hope her canoe to ours, we escape, only to be pulled over buy the game and fish, with 20 empty cans loose in our boat, and another 20 in the garbage sack. ahh well, all they said was make sure they dont get in the river. not a problem, off we go. we finally get to the bridge to get out and end up shooting whiskey, then head back for dinner. mmm homemade spaghetti. yesterday we drove to lr to see the new pirates movie, and it blew ass. fucking movie studios trying to make money. what a great weekend. i got home at midnight last night.

yea

i've been a worthless sack of shit when it comes to updating my blog. i guess i should just delete it, that or make a new one that interests me more. its not that i'm not interested, i am just being lazy. i think this thing may be a cure for my insomnia. well, not a cure, but at least something to do from now on when i can't sleep at night.

finals

suck. im down to being done with everything but my last seminar paper. it is due tomorrow. i havent started yet, but i should be fine. if i can knock it out today, then i can get good and drunk tonight and tomorrow night... and friday night. and saturday night

fuck

spiderman 3 was the worst fucking movie ever.... ever.... i will elaborate when i finish this paper

funniest shit ever

if you havent seen this, watch it... its great

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-869183917758574879

video

weather

the weather is finally great. im going camping tonight. woo. drunk camping, nonetheless

so i haven't updated this in a while

why is that? the main reason is because the wireless internet in old main as been fucked up. i called and complained and now it works, so i will be able to update this from class again. it has been a helluva couple weeks. lots of school work, and lots of fun. mike jones played the house saturday night for row week. it was badass. i drank a lot

mexicans

are invading america. i just saw a lecture about it. its true.

de ja vous

im going to grubbs tonight, to drink lots of beer, and watch the national championship game between florida and ohio state. i think i've done this before, on a similar night perhaps.

in the spirit of

procrastination, i thought this was funny. what would be your choice, if this were say, a poll:

Most infamous "Last words":
Hey everyone, watch this!
Now hit enter.
I'll be right back.
Clip the blue wire first.
Whoops!
Nice camel...

fuck bacteria

sickness sucks. it takes a tole on you when you are sick, and especially in school, you get so far behind that you are rediculously fucked when you try to catch up. fucking pneumonia

bball

so, it looks like arkansas is finally going to get a new basketball coach. its about damn time, since we have sucked balls for a number of years. i really could care less who the new guy is, its just time for a change.

road trip from hell (last summer)

i wanted to put this up on this blog, just because it was on the old one, which i will eventually delete, and i wanted to remember this. i reread it and it cracks me up how stupid we were. so, if this is your first time reading this, then enjoy. if you have read it before, then enjoy, or dont. i could care less.

i really only say it was from hell because we sinned an incredible amount. not that it is any suprise. this is the longest post every, so i'll break this down into days. you should read it all, because we went on this trip ready to straight tucker max it.

day 1.
we leave at 830 am. in john's ford explorer, that has 127000 miles on it. suprisingly, it did not explode. by noon the cruise control no longer worked. let me give the world some advice. tip #1. dont go on a 4500 mile road trip with no fucking cruise control. it blows ass. we stop in okc for some lunch and to go to an arvest bank so i can deposit some checks and get some $$. using the gps deal brandon had we were easily able to find one, although it was on the 2nd floor of oklahoma tower, and we would have never known it were there without the gps. anyway, we continue driving. through oklahoma, through texas, into new mexico. we then call blake and drive 4 hours out of the way to cimarron, nm, to see his ass at some boyscout camp. he has been there all summer and looks like a fucking tom hanks from castaway. i'll stick a pic here somewhere. we have far too many drinks, and at this point we had been drinking since just after lunch. so, we leave and drive to albaquerque, nm. we look for a place to camp, but all campsites have been converted into rv parks. by 4am we are beat, and pull over at a truckstop/24 hour diner/casino. we drive to the back parking lot, find a place we can pull into a field, and camp, right outside the truckstop. ha. go to sleep around 4:15 am

day 2.
awake at 7:30am. suprisingly, noone has murdered us, no rattle snakes have bitten us, no police have arrested us, hell not even the casino shuttle seemed to notice, or if they did, care. nevertheless, we go into the truck stop and take a shower. $5 for a shower. by 8 we are on the road, headed west. in flagstaff, we find a mexican place for lunch, thanks to the help off the gps, we are able to find a hole in the wall place to eat that was excellent. lots of mexicans in arizona. at some point we turn north and head to vegas. stop at hoover dam and damn what a big dam. on the way there we look for a place to stay, as the nearest camp ground is 30 miles from the strip. we land upon a hostel right off the strip. $23 a night. what a fucking amazing experience. we get to vegas around 5:00pm, check into our room. it is shared with 3 other guys. one of which, i can't remember, and the other, james, from england. james has been traveling around the world since last september. he spent a month of so in china, a month or so in india, a month or so in south america, his trip to peru was cut short because it was too bad for his health. by that, he means he was doing too much blow. $2/gram he says. anyway. he hung out with some bermese freedom fighter in india who has been under house arrest for 18 years without a trial. etc etc. james was a cool guy. we learned all this over the course of a few too many cocktails. so, we decide to bring james along with us to the strip, as his friend who he was originally travelling with cut his trip short, so james, who arrived an hour before us, was all alone.

the strip.
we take a cab to the bellagio, as it was a good distance away. 25 bucks. what a fucking rip off. take the interstate there my ass. we go inside, get some membership cards, and hit up the video poker for a bit. in 5 mins, downum dissappears. he was by far the drunkest of all of us. after a few minutes, we decide to go to the poker tables to find him. 15 mins later we see him walking, looking very defeated. he lost 500 bones playing roulette, and didnt even realize how because he was so drunk. he decides to play poker. at this point, we decide to play slots, and so we go our seperate ways. little did we know we would never see him again. well, ok im just kidding. anyway, b, james, and i make our way through a plethora of all the big casinos, getting a new drink every 10 mins, pretending to gamble more than the penny slot machines. 4am rolls around and we decide to go to a booby bar, if we can find one. so we are walking down the street and these 2 old black bitches roll up, where the conversation proceeds something like this:
"where you goin?" - black bitches (hence forth known as bb)
"titty bar, woo!" - us
"get in, we'll take you" - bb
so we get in, myself in the passenger seat, b and james in the back with one of the bitches
"where you dick at get your dick out" - bb to james
they commence wrestling for a bit, as she tries to rape him, before moving on to reach around the seat at me
"get your fucking hands off me" - me
"what why you nervous" - bb
"seriously dont fucking touch me you crazy bitch. take us to the hostel" - me
"the hostel?" - bb
"yes, the fucking hostel on freemont" - me
"ok, we take you" - bb
"drive down vega boulvard, we want to see the strip" - me (at this point im getting somewhat uncomfortable with this situation)
"nah, we'll take the interstate." - bb
"no, we want to see the lights" - me
"why you getting nervious" - bb
"ok fuck it, we are getting out, lets get out guys." - me
thank god for stop lights. we were 1 block away from the interstate. those bitches were going to take us into the ghetto and rob/kill our asses. the one bitch lifted 100 bones off james pretending to want to do him. crazy shit. we go to sleep around, hell i dunno. tip #2. don't getin the car with crazy black bitches in vegas

day 3.
at 730am i am awaken by someone banging on the fucking door as hard as possible. james opens it, and in walks downum, defeated. back to sleep i go. get up around 1030 and shower, head to cali. later i find out downum lost every bit of money he'd brought on the trip. over 700 bucks. he then walked the wrong way, trying to get back to the hostel, before asking a bum on a bus bench, where is fremont street. the bums reply "you may as well sit down" he walked to the airport, and saw the leaving las vegas sign. so he took a bus to a stop just a few blocks from the hostel. anyway, we drive for a long time, eat bbq in pasa robles, and finally get to our campsite in sallinas late, setup camp and go to sleep.

day 4.
awake around 8. its race day.. have some breakfast, a few beers, and get on the shuttle to laguna seca. little did we know the 2 races before the motogp were pushed to after it, so we spent the next 5 hours getting overheated, roaming around looking at motorcycles, then looking for shade, finding poision oak, etc. finally the race begins. it was cool as fuck. the bikes were loud as shit. we have a great time. after its over, we pack up camp and head to santa cruz to find a campsite to stay so we can surf the next day. all were booked, so we drive through asking people who looked younger if we can stay with them and pay half their fee. unfortunately, they were with their families. so, finally we call one a few miles inland and they have 1 spot, only because they caught some kids drinking and kicked them out. this camp site was alcohol free. we didnt care, we just wanted a place to shower and sleep.

day 5.
the next morning we awake and drive to a convinence store to get water. i find a wireless network and we look for places to rent surf boards. we'd been stealing wireless internet from random houses whenever we needed something that the gps couldn't handle. we would basically just drive around untill we picked something up. so, at this convinence store i get on. now, let me backtrack a bit. a couple years ago i signed up on a website. www.couchsurfing.com/ that being said, in vegas, i emailed 5 different people within 45 miles of santa cruz asking for a place to stay for sunday and possible monday nights. the only person to reply was a lady named dina, in petaluma. she said, sure you can stay. i sent her my number, because i didn't think i would get a chance to check my email again. she even called and left a message. so, we have a free place to stay for the night. kinda creepy we think, but fuck it, shes 76 years old, so she probably wont be able to kill all of us. anyway, petaluma was a good deal north of santa cruz, even north of san fran. much mroe than 45 miles, but we decided to go there anyway. we find a place to surf 20 mins from san fran. a town called pacifica. beautiful place. california sucked until we got there. it was 70 degrees. the water was as cold as ice water. brandon and i got in for 30 seconds and got right back the fuck out, spending the majority of the day drinking rum and sleeping on the beach. downum rents a wetsuit and surf board and does that more of the day. we talk to some locals and find out that in san fran to get a 3 bed, 1 br house it would cost 900grand, and then you would have to completely remodel it or destroy ti and build something new, because it would be a shithole. as we are getting ready to leave, we see a little girl shitting on the beach, then taking a piss on the beach, with her lesbian parents encouraging it. she then washed herself in a stream that was running into the ocean. we laugh our asses off. the funniest part was that there were signs posted by the stream saying to keep out because it contains high levels of bacteria. ha. stupid lesbians. so, we drive to san fran for dinner.

the escape.
we stop at a place on the pier that overlooked alcatraz. we used the gps to find it, and go inside and decide it was way to expensive for our trip, but fuck it, we were there, so we eat anyway. we had on our swimsuits and looked like bums. the service was shitty, but the food excellent. i had crab chowder, and b and d had crab enchallidas. we were beaing cheap and those were the cheap items on the menus. nontheless, our tab would have been over 60 dollars. the self fulfilling prophecy is true. if you think people are bums, and treat them like bums, then the tip you get will be that of from a bum. we waited 30 mins for our tab. it didnt come. 2 days prior in pasa robles, we'd decided it would be funny to just leave and not pay for dinner, but we didnt do it. so, brandon says, ok, if she doesnt bring our check in 10 minutes, we are going to fucking mob out of here and not pay. well, 15 mins pass, and we get up and walk out. well, i guess we more like, run out. nonetheless, fuck that place. i hope the waitress had to pick up the tab for being a fucking bitch. so we drive and head to grannies (thats what we start to call the old lady). cross the golden gate bridge, but there are too many clouds to even see it.

grannies.
we finally arrive at her apartment around 9pm. i was expecting weird shit. turns out it wasn't weird at all. grannie is part of many hospitality exchanges. couchsurfing is just an internet form. she seriously busted out like 10 different websites, and bigass books of others. she said she has justed gotten back from 2 months in new zealan, using hospex the whole time, and stayed for free everywhere. i want to travel the world doing this. fuck hostels. she really was a plethora of knowledge and a very entertaining host. go to sleep around 1.

day 6.
we wake up 8 at to home cooked breakfast from grannie. turns out grannie was born in holland, and went into hiding during ww2, since she is a jew. she reccommends many good wineries for us to check out. some of which were not even on our gps. so, by 10 am we are pounding down some wine tasting. everyone was very nice. they didnt give a shit that we didnt know shit about wine. very informative. 5 wineries later, i'm drunk by noon. we get some lunch in sonoma, and head to napa for more wine. napa sucked compared to sonoma. shit was much more ritzy, except teh sutter home winerie. some crackhead worked there. in sonoma the wineries were all so close to each other, there would be 2 on the same road, and these were dead end roads. anyway, we drink wine until 5. im drunk and want to see the geiser. old faithful (of california). it was cool, but not worth the $6 we paid. nonetheless, we were there, so worth seeing it. around 6, we turn south and head home. im sober enough to drive, i supose. i finally go to sleep around 5 am, as we have been driving all night. we dont stop at all. 32 hours straight driving and on day 8, we arrive at 2am. thats right, all of day 7 was spent doing nothing but driving.
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what a fucking trip. definately worth all the debt i incurred on the credit card. now that this has taken me forever to type all this out, i hope you enjoy reading it.