when (if) i get married, i want to do this

my friend brittany sent me this video. i think it is awesome. i really havent dont much work today...

i <3 internets

pandora seemed to think i would like this song, as it plays it about twice a day while im at work. pandora was right, again. this video kind of sucks, but the song is good.

america is fucking fat and lazy, and i have the cure

its called adderall. as i slowly start to think about what i want to have for lunch today, i realized, wow, the only thing i had to eat yesterday was a stick of string cheese. im not even really hungry yet, but i am sure i will be by noonish or 1. additionally, i got a ton of work done yesterday. they should sell it over the counter, and america would be far less fat and far less lazy. i still stand by my future business plan of putting vending machines in at college campuses across the country that only sell vicodin and adderall. maybe they could sell packs of marlboro green also. i would be so rich.

nice people left in the world

so traffic in little rock pretty much sucks. this morning, as i'm taking the main st to 630 exit, a nice girl stopped and let me pull out in front of her. this intersection is all weird, so its a pain in the ass to get out. first time that has happened, because you cross traffic coming off the interstate, and all these assholes are in a huge hurry to get downtown to their high rise jobs. this morning made me smile. thanks nice girl.

rock out with your sock out

so, i've been meaning to write this post for a while now. just havent had time. not that i have time now, but i'll sleep when im dead. back in the day, we used to have a metal band. ya, i know, who would have thought it, my ass being in a rock band? i just downloaded the new mudvayne cd, so i guess i am inspired. too bad i dont have any photos of that time we played a mudvayne song in suits. im about to seriously date myself, and put some pictures up here of me back when i was sickly skinny, and young, and innocent. ahh well, i really do think this band is the reason i stayed alive through high school. if i would have discovered all the dumb shit i could have been doing, i probably would have been out of control. instead, i was just drinking everclear, chasing it with smirnoff ice, and rocking out at "the farm" in high school. and we would sometimes go to walmart at the wee hours of the morning and buy ignorant shit. anyway, to go with the pictures you are about to see, enjoy some music from back in the day. I expect comments from Lee, Darnold, Kas, and Will, at a minimum.
"Listen (feel you)" live from a longass time ago
Psychotic Fantasiesbefore i found Jesus, i found the devil
All the Years aka The Graduation Song just for you lee. lets go to lunch on friday. crazees, and i'll tell you about crazy. we wrote this and recorded it all in the same hour. i cant sign worth a damn, but if you think i give a fuck, you are mistaken
Obsessive. Can't remember writing the lyrics to this song. yea, i can still do the really deep scream, i figured it out in the car the other day
Baby Got Back. hahahahaha. we sucked

Sooner that later I'm going to make a myspace page for all of this.

i was just a little baby, ok, like 16. i still have this shirt. it actually fits now.


back in the days before we were all corrupt, we were just writing songs about being corrupt


yea, i have a dickie suit. i wonder where that thing is now... like it would fit


check out our sweet logo. i have been looking for new tattoo ideas...


i'm fred durst bitchs. thank god i have drugs to keep me from actually going bald like that dousche


Yea, we made all the bitches cry. i think it was because someone at our school died earlier that week.



yea, we made shirts.


look at this sexy piece of man meat, and i dont mean the fag playing keyboard


i dont want to work, i just want to bang on my drum all day. note the jorts. must hide the ass sweat that tends to accumulate when you play drums on the 4th of july


tommy used to want to do the other chick. ha ha ha. definitely made a much better choice, my friend


and... they got married. again, not the fag playing keyboard. awwwwww


have i moved into delirious mode. probably. but my break is going to last a little longer. time to cook some eggs.

nothing quite says productive

like an academic steroid. i seriously think i need this in general for me to functional. im only updating this a few times because i really need a break from my memo, and that is the purpose this blog serves. i have just over 12 hours left to finish this beast, and only a few more things to add, and possible some dissent cases, and possible some statue that i just discovered tonight, but that i may not put in, because it may not apply to my state. fucking legal writing...

blame it on the drugs, everyone else does

i went to some stores this afternoon to pick up a few things. i spent over 100 dollars at walmart, yet i was still able to go through the express lane. how is this possible? its that time of month where i fill my 2 prescriptions that cost me way too much damn money. im contemplating stopping taking them, but then i would go bald and go crazy. i would like to do one of those detox programs over christmas break. ya know, eat lots of fruit and stop drinking caffeine and whatever other chemicals are in the body. perhaps i'll do it for new years. i've gone off sodas before, but now isnt the time, especially since i can barely motivate myself to do my damn homework as it is. i am going to need that caffeine really soon.

its a celebration bitches

looks like nutter butter will not be returning as head coach of my hogs next year. there is a football God. football is really fucking up my whole memoing plan. ahh well, i work better under pressure.

here in my car, I feel safe in my car

so, I have a ton of homework to do, what should I do, besides his homework, who knows? Last night driving back to Little Rock from my parents, I had an epiphany. My grandmother lives out of the way, going back to Little Rock from there, butshe is really old, so I went down and plus I saw a lot of my family. Anyway, my mom and brother left at the exact same time that I left her house and my mom said to me, you better not make it back to Little Rock before I make it back home. in my head and thinking damn, she knows a speed a lot. So I think myself why do I speak so much? Really have determined that I hate driving. It took me half of the trip here to realize this driving gives me time to think about things that I wouldn't normally think about because my brain is always doing something else. Driving is a mindless endeavor. So I really don't have to think about anything else, especially in regards to actually drive. I don't like driving because I think about stuff that depresses me. Lots of questions run through my head: what I'm going to do with my life? Am I in the right place? Is being an attorney my calling? what is it that I'm looking for? Am I going to die alone?these are just a few of the questions that my mind wanders towards. I think that's why a speed. A look at this pedometer and down I see I'm going to damn near hundred. Cars are blowing past me on the right side. I trust my radar detector. Probably a lot more than I should. But, without it, I have another 30 minutes of contemplating issues in life that I don't want to deal with right now. If I could only find a way to put my restless mind into doing this damn memo. I would have top paper.

yes I'm a bad ass.

test. So I'm in the process of updating this blog via my voice command software. I just got a new microphone and what I really need to be doing is working on my memo but I've decided to set this up instead. It had the software before and I used it with a omnidirectional microphone. Now I'm using it with a headset microphone that I can also use is called you on Skype's reflecting pool present up my pants. As you can see I haven't quite worked out all the bugs. Nonetheless I hope to have this up and running by the end of the night. I really should've set this up prior to starting my memo but there's nothing I can do about that now.

spilled milk

i was having an interesting conversation with someone earlier. it threw me for a loop at first, but after thinking about it for a bit, i came to a realization. i'll explain. basically, there is this girl who i've been talking to, hanging out with, whatever. i'm into her, but to what extent, i dont know, hell its early, but she is definitely cool and there is definitely attraction on my part. im trying something new here. its basically full disclosure. you want to know something, just ask. im not saying im going to volunteer certain information, but its not something i am going to fudge or avoid or pretend it didnt happen or whatever, because i've done that, tried that; it didnt work. so, i'm being true, open, honest, whatever you want to call it. if someone cant want me for who i am, then i dont need to want them to begin with. maybe i will, maybe i wont, but with me, what you see is what you get. anyway, so she says she cant let herself like me because of school and blah blah blah... ya ya, fuck that. i like to cliff jump, and i can equate this to it. i jump in head first, not knowing how deep the water is. i dont want to bust ass, but if i do, hopefully the freefall is worth it. so basically she decides i think she is a complete bitch for telling me she doesnt know if she likes me or the attention that i give her or for actually being me. at first, i do think that. i'm kinda like, wow, ok, fuck wasting my time with this one. its kinda like being told you are going to start for the team just because there is no one else around who wants to play. but then i think about it for a second, and i'm like, wait a minute.... fuck that. why should i be mad or think she is a bitch? i mean, no sense in crying over spilled milk if you've never tasted it. but, what if milk is the greatest thing to ever touch your lips? besides, pick me or the attention i give, i dont care. the attention i give is me. thats just what i do. i think im a pretty good person, so im just going to keep doing what im doing, and let my awesomeness overwhelm any of these doubts that she is just into my attention. im worth a lot more than that.

puppy love

well, im at mom and dads now. where i grew up. this place will always be 'home' but it just doesnt feel like it anymore. i love my family. and i like drinking all my dads beer and wine, since he has soo much, he will never miss it. hhahah. max is a traitor. he loves my mom more than me. ii love this dog, though. his devotion got me through some pretty rough times. dogs really are mans best friend. thats why it has been so hard to leave him here this year. dogs dont question your decisions, they dont feel the need to tell you you are wrong or you are stupid for caring or whatever. dogs just want your companionship. they just want to be near you. they can tell when you are sad or happy. sometimes i wonder what he is thinking. who knows? if he is capable of love, he loves me and my family. if he is not capable, he at least recognizes where the food and affection comes from.

i need the rock

i really should sleep more. i find myself up late, and getting up early. i cant wait for the holiday. i want to do a bunch of drugs and sleep for 12 hours. my parents will have the hook up in their medicine cabinet for some drugs that will make me sleep. if that doesnt work, there is always the option of getting excessively carb loaded on the shit that you eat with turkey, and passing out watching football. seems like a good plan for 1 entire day. so this morning, as i am semi comatose, trying to make maps and shit and actually do work, i find myself sleepy. so i just bought a coke, and put in some rock music. rock will keep me awake. here is what i am rocking.

i forgot about this song until pandora reminded me


this bitch is hot


i'll try to find out what makes you tick


this song seems like the story for life

all i can say is, wow

you guys are fags. the fact that i know you guys, is sad. i expected nick the dick to use this as an opportunity to grab himself, but as for the rest of you.... fags. i honestly expected this little dance to last for 10 seconds then to see a pumpkin exploded, since i heard you guys were blowing up pumpkins, as i talked to nick at 4 am trying to find some study drugs for someone. they should have never taught us this dance for greek sing.

despite all my rage, i am still just a rat in a cage

yesterday, i get back from spa city at 1, by 2, im in the car, headed to ft smelly to meet willy b to go to dallas to the smashing pumpkins concert. will and his girlfriend, brittney, who is a fucking see you in tee, broke up, and he was bummed out. they were suppose to go to the concert in dallas together. he was like, i guessim just not going and will eat these tickets. me, being awesome, wanting to cheer him up, or at least take his mind off her bitchass, says, fuck it, i'll meet you in ft smith in 2 hours and we will go to dallas. my only stipulation was he had to drive so i could do work, which i did none of, because reading in a car gives me a headache, and so i could sleep on the way back, which i did little to none of. maybe an hour, 2 if im being generous. the show was great. pumpkins covered iron man and joan jett's i love rock n roll. i liked that shit a lot. pumpkins are old as fuck, we decided, but they still have it. nokia theater wasnt really conducive to a kick ass concert, but it was still a good show. dallas traffic was a bitch, and whatnot.

so, here is the meat of this. im glad will and his old lady broke up. i know it hurts, and lord knows i've had one or four, but if its not meant to be, and you just arent happy, sometimes you have to just cut lose. staying together for the sake of convinence is just stupid. ya, i know we are getting older, and i know people who have the mentality of 'we are too old. i cant find anyone better. i dont want to try.' etc etc. a good friend of mine, who fights with his girl a lot, once said to me, 'man, me and em are starting to remind me of you and katie.' in my head, im thinking, great, im glad im the guy who sets the standard amongst our group of friends as being the one who stayed in a relationship far too long for convenience. i guess if they can learn from watching my mistakes, better me than them, since it already has happened to me. too bad they are still together and will probably get married, because i dont think they will be happy. who knows, i could be completely wrong, but still, at least i'm moving forward.

my dad will kill your dad

i got to hang out with my friend john this weekend. i miss this guy. we've had a lot of fun over the years, and done a lot of dumb shit. he let the 3 amigos take his explorer on a 5000 mile road trip without hesitation, when we asked if we could borrow it the night before. if he knew how much drinking and driving and vicodin was involved, he would have consented anyway. thats why i love that guy. sat night, we were all fucked up, and somehow started talking about the vietnam war, and how my dad and i used to watch movies and he would tell what was accurate and what wasnt, because he did all teh fucked up shit like shoot kiddies strapped with bombs and burn villiages and stuff. so john, being a ho chi minh, asks, "so if i come to you house will your dad flashback and shoot me?" answer... maybe. who knows? my dad is crazy. after that comment, we just couldnt stop with the john eats dogs jokes, especially since my adopted mom may as well be the dog whisperer. their 7dogs could pull her on a skateboard easily.

i start shit with or without an accomplice and run the guantlet with whoever that wants this

football season is drawing to a close. i'm sad. saturday marked the last little rock game of the year, and possibly the last game i will be attending unless the hogs go to the liberty bowl in memphrica and then maybe i'll go to that one. so, friday night, me and 3 folks from class do dinner. we each cook something, but really it was just me (+1) and one girl cooking shit, while others brought drinks. nonetheless, it was good, and then tripleD picks me up and we head down to spa city. we hit some bar with the family called the big chill. little dive hole in the wall, but has cheap drinks. arrive back at 2isham, get in a freezing ass hot tub for a bit, then decide to hit the hay around 3. morning comes, and i wake up early, as always. me and ddd go to the liquor store to get champaign to make mimosas, and they day begins. looking back, the next morning, on the ride back to little rock, ddd says, 'you know, the only non alcoholic beverages we had yesterday were the oj in the mimosas and the coke in the rum and coke." (-1) we laugh, and reflect on how awesome we are. (-1) anyway, story continued, we have an awesome keish breakfast with oj am cocktails, make a rum drink and hit the road. (-1) traffic was a bitch. glad i wasnt driving. (+1)

as we sit in traffic waiting to get on the golf course, the pounding of beers begin in the car. (-1) ddd has to pee really bad, so he gets out and pees on the side of a fence, with probably a couple hundred people watching. he doesnt care, more people than that have seen is dick anyway. we dont call him dirty dick downum for nothing. hahaha. anyway, finally we get in the gold course, get parked, have a few cocktails, meet up with mrs g. and ho chi minh, from some teachers meeting they were at, and proceed to walk toward the game, after pounding 3 more beers and mixing a rum drink, of course. i decide we need to go to the law school tailgate. actually, i decided this a long time ago (+1) and i was going regardless of whether the crew came or not. there was someone there i wanted to see. (+/-1) too bad i was all drunk and probably looked like an idiot. she keeps score so, -1 for me. i think i will continue to keep score throughout this post. perhaps even go back and add in scores. yea, i am. you will see a -1 or +1 throughout, where i think i would earn or lose points. yea. so anyway, someone in the crowds downum and i seperate from the rest of the gang and manage to find the law school tailgate. i have some bbq and chill for a bit and talk to some people, and see who i want to see, and then i run into a kid who i havent seen in like, 8 years. a friends little brother. he is really tall. he hands me a crown and coke and tells me to drink all if it, so i do. (-1)

downum and i make our way to the lca tailgate, and talk to papa rice for a minute, and he tells me some stuff about one of my littles, which i will deal with soon, (+1) and gives us directions to another buddies keg tailgate. so we head there and drink a few cups of ice cold keg beer and eat some hotdogs. into the game we go. this was the shorted game i've ever seen. by short, i mean, we were there for 5 mins of playing time. they have already closed the in gate. we arrive with 40 secs left in the 3rd quarter. i see dmac throw a td pass. we leave with over 9 mins left in the 4th. inside the game, i see a lot of people who i havent seen in a long time, guess that is the perks of the student section. then we make our way up to where the family is sitting and boom, there is nay nay. havnt seen this guy in 6 mos, since he moved to houston. he just got a new job and what not so came up to tie up some loose ends in arkansas. so, as we are leaving the game, i am wanting to go back to the law tailgate. nay says, hey, im going back to my parents tailgate, so you can just ride with me to hot springs and stay there as long as you want. crocodile. so back i go to the law tg. a good hour later b calls me and says he we are still here getting fucked up if i want to ride back with them and go to rocky's pizza in spa city, but i say im good, whatever. so, the law school tg winds down and i walk aub and kas to their car (+1) before i randomly see nay in his truck and jump in the car with him. we go pick up ho chi and why fee from christians and head to the spa. i think i've been drinking beer this entire time. i continue drinking beer in the car all the way to hot springs.

back in the spa, we realize it is 7pm. wtf? we think. how is it so early, and we are so drunk. (-1) i blame houston nutt. so we grill some burgs and make some cheesy fries and lay around trying to sober up. we put in die hard 4.0 and people slowly begin passing out. i do some serious texting throughout the movie, and decide to call some dinosaurs about half way through the movie. (+/-1) good thing there was plenty of food leftover. brandon's shirt that has become my game day shirt now will have a new spot, and needs to be washed. ha. so im not sure what time it is, but i have a big cuba libra and eventually get in bed with the jew around 1, continueing my texting madness. so, hereis where things get a little ridiculous, and no its not because im sharing a bed with dave. earlier in the day, the ex calls me, and tells me i should come see her on the golf course. pass. (+1) she then sends me about a million text messages telling me to come to river market with her and some other hos that night. pass, and go to spa city. (+1) now, sometime around 2am, phone rings, its jessica, i answer (-1), and shes all like, did you come back to little rock tonight? come to my hotel room, etc etc save you from the details etc. i hang up. (+2) dont fucking booty call me at 2 am unless your name is.... ha you thought i was going to throw that out there didnt you stalker? (-1) anyway, i go to bed. me and the jew spoon. ok not really. i wake up around 530. fuck. i lay in bed for hours thinking about stalker. finally i hear ddd stirring around and i get up. we proceed to be worthless for most of the morning. we cook breakfast. (+1) bacon, eggs, toast, etc etc, deliciousness. finally i go law on the fam's tanning bed downstairs before taking a shower and me and ddd hit the road. FUCK, i think. i left an entire half gallon of unopened rum at the house. (+/-1) it is almost a complete guarantee that i will never see that bad boy again. ahh well, its probably better that way. i have a lot of work to do. so, i arrive back in little rock around 1, before continuing my next adventure that puts me in dallas by 8:30pm, but i'll save that for another day.

maybe tonight in class i will tally up my score.

undecided who to vote for?

see who chuck norris approves

i'll fuck you till you love me, faggot

mike tyson is hilarious

all of us are searching for an open arm

so, i dont go to church often. yes, presently, im probably working towards a first class ticket to hell. :( at least all my friends will be there. ha. in all seriousness, i do listen to a lot of bible beater rock. i'm not sure if its because im feeling the need for something, or because they just rock. who knows. i've been listening to RED a lot. kyler, my mormon buddy, turned me on to them. here is a compilation of my favorite bands that bang their heads on a bible. and yes, i dont want to do any work today. i'd rather listen to music.



i need to go see this band live.


these guys used to be bible beaters. i saw them live once and they had a prayer on stage. dunno about anymore, but they rock. great chorus.