So Tired

Ugh, it's 8:30 at night and I'm completely ready for a nap. I'm sitting here trying to figure out which is more sad - Larry the Cable Guy pretending to act or the Daily Show not being on tonight in favor of it. I have this very serene feeling where it feels like it'd take me about ten minutes to go to sleep right now so I'm just going to try this again tomorrow I think. I don't have a lot of rational shit to say right now. I finished the truck I was working on today and got paid. I gave my father $200 for the car insurance so he can blow it all on pot and complain about how broke he is some more too. Oh my life.

Making Friends

Alright, so just as the title implies, today's rant is all about making friends. It's definitely one of the most depressing aspects of my life. I learned many years ago that I just don't like people and I'd rather be alone than have shitty friends. But there comes a point in everyone's life when you need some kind of companionship to keep from going insane. I have very few friends close to me, and about twenty great friends scattered throughout the world but that's only after going through literally thousands of failed people. It's so hard to make friends now a days because the television has changed the way that people can make friends. When you're young you can hang out with someone and if you get along with them on the superficial basis of if they're fun to hangout with you can get their phone number and do whatever for as long as you can stand them. As you get to about the age of fifteen you acquire friends of the same sex usually by accident or through acquaintances but if you ask someone of the other gender for their phone number or whatever after hanging out with them you've overstepped your bounds because you must be trying to sleep with them. It's so much easier to make friends if they are easy on the eyes too because I'll be the first to admit it takes a fucking amazing personality to overcome fat and ugly. That's exactly why I try my damnedest to have a good personality. But of course if they're easy on the eyes they know that people want to sleep with them and odds are you don't just want to be their friend even if you're in a happy steady relationship and everything else. Everyone is too uptight and paranoid now and that's why I'm completely clueless as to how to break down that barrier in real life with people without going over the line. But for fuck's sake when I meet cool people now I get their myspace or facebook address instead of their phone number which is already crazy enough. But I message probably hundreds of strangers a year on all of the big social networking sites and later on Yahoo, MSN or AIM and most of the time I delete their screen names within the first time I speak to them because I can't handle the utter stupidity they possess and I wonder how anybody does. It drives me crazy when I meet people who think telling me about their exploits of drug use is a reason to be their friend and to think they're awesome. It's like "fuck yeah, you're my hero because you've done heroin!" Some people tell me about the people they fuck, or how awful their families are. I'm one of the latter of course so I can see why people don't want to be my friend either. I don't know anymore, I just wish that I could make friends without going through the hassle of them all thinking I want to fuck them or them all being psychopathic drug addicts who fuck anything that walks and then cry to me about being used.

A Murder Of One

Well I'm kind of depressed that I'm almost two weeks into this and only two people have read this thus far but it's still been kind of nice. I made $60 last night from 11:30-2 in the morning doing an alternator and $5 from the ex to check her brakes today. I had a very odd night last night though. I went to sleep at three something in the morning to no music for the first time since I've been sleeping alone again. I had a very nice dream about Newt Gingrich crying and stuff at me and wanting to commit suicide. It would have been cool. But starting at about 6 this morning when I got a random phone call that I didn't answer I kept getting woke up every little while to random voices calling my name. I could have been summoned by the devil or something for all I know but it fucked me up and even though I was laying in bed until 10:45 it makes me feel like I didn't sleep at all. My hair is so soft today it's not even fair by the way. I'm going to continue to listen to the Counting Crows until it puts me to sleep for a nice nap before cleaning the house yet again.

Woops I've Failed You Again America

Alright, so I got copies of some cool programs that lets me work on cars on my laptop today from the old guy who I've been doing work for. He towed a Hyundai to me to work on and oh no I bought the cable I needed for $6.50 from Hong Kong instead of $33 from the US. I'm sure the one from the US is made there anyway which is the sad part. But I'm not going to keep raving about this because I did it yesterday. It's still sad though. I'm waiting for my garage to cool down so I can go work out there tonight and get away from my fathers rerun drag racing shows that he claims to have never seen before. My life doesn't amount to much I guess. Alright I'm going to go away for a while. Sorry about such a failed blog today.

Oh Shit

It's almost 10:30 and I realized I haven't kept my word and updated this today. I've been very busy to have not moved my truck at all today. I slept until 12:30 like a bad white person, then ate the remnants of the toaster strudels with some coffee and took a shower. I should also mention my father pulled a trick out of my sister's book and ate most of the box and then stuck the open end towards the back so nobody could see. After that I checked the mail and got my hard drive case from Hong Kong. $3.55 shipped to America and it works like a dream. It's amazing how something can be shipped halfway around the world and still cost much less than 1/4 of what it would have at the store. Is our markup really that much or are import taxes that high? Maybe that's part of the problem with the world today is anyone with any common sense would rather support another government than our own when things are that cheap over there. Maybe the corporate giants should stop being so fucking greedy. If it was 7 or 8 dollars to go buy at the store my happy ass would get in my truck and go buy it. However, why in the blue hell would I spend between $15 and $60 to buy the same exact thing? I'll gladly send my money to China and they'll take it with a smile. Maybe that's why our economy is going to hell in a hand basket. We no longer know the value of anything. Their cars cost half what ours do even after being shipped here and they have the same technology and sometimes even more technology than we do and then people are bitter when they sell literally four times as many cars as Americans. The only people left that still buy American cars are the ones who think they are traitors to their country if they don't buy one. Little do they know almost every individual part of that car is made somewhere else and assembled in North America (notice I didn't say the U.S.) but it helps them sleep at night. So with that theory we should be competitively priced with their cars but we are too greedy as a country and we like to act like martyrs when the C.E.O.s of these companies have to go from 15 million dollars a year to 12 million dollars a year salary. If they want to be competitive with the Asian companies, take a salary of $1 a year and then make the rest of their pay incentive based. Shit well get done really quickly to lower costs and make better vehicles. But that's not fair, we need to give them bailouts and our Presidents need to treat them like American heroes for robbing our country for so long. This is just our economy catching up with all of the criminals that run the wealthiest companies in America but they are powerful enough to take their hatred out on us and still not be able to feel the effect aside from an occasional suicide or Ponzi scheme. Don't pay $40,000 dollars for the new F-150 if you can get a new Tundra for $28,000 with more options and don't pay $20 for a designer cell phone case when it's 99 cents from China including shipping. When the market dries up they will fold or they will change their ways. Neither the government or its people should have to bail out failures. When we failed a test in school did we go to the principal and tell them it's because everyone else was smarter than us and we're being treated unfairly and the only way to make it right is to give us the same grade as everyone else? I didn't think so. Stop disgracing us America and the American industry, think back to fifty years ago when we were self-sufficient and had to make a good product to thrive and until you relive those days you deserve to fail.

At Least My Animals Are Cute

Magni is laying on the floor playing with the cat. Reaper is hitting him in the face with his tail and he thinks it's the coolest thing ever. Today wasn't much of a day in the life of John aside from sleeping too much, going to Subway, and cleaning my room. It's also a beautiful thing to get entire peace and quiet when my father isn't home and watching my Yankees kick some ass is even nicer. It's gone from 4-2 to 7-2 since I've started writing this so obviously I'm heartbroken. Make that 9-2. I cannot wait to get rid of this piss ridden couch my father vegetates on by the way. No matter how clean this house is you still can't overcome that smell. I miss Kady being here especially because everyday that I'm home there is absolutely nothing going on. And I feel like an even bigger douche when I get nothing done if I'm by myself. I have the new Chevelle song stuck in my head though dammit. Alright, this is just one long babble I apologize. I'll work on tomorrow being more productive.

Meh.

Alright, it's 4:45 in the afternoon. I worked for four hours today for $35 and I feel kind of stupid for it. It's one of those reasons to hate the elderly. Except the guy who I'm working for is such a nice guy and pays me so faithfully I don't feel too bad about it and I'll get the rest of money I should have gotten back from him over time. I worked on his Buick from 11-1 and then he came back and I worked on his Jeep from 2:30-4:15. He asked me what he owed me and I told him $25 a car and he said that wasn't enough but he had to go get change. So he came back and gave me $35 when I looked at it after he left because I never count money in front of people unless it's weed money or something important. So I guess he didn't hear me when I said per car but it's okay. He will be back next week for more work so it could be worse. I just had another customer call me regarding a car of his that I had worked on once before so I'm not sure if I want to answer it or not. I'm feeling extremely out of it today. I have the feeling as if I'm severely depressed going on even though overall I'm okay. It doesn't really make sense to me right now. I've been going to bed earlier these past two nights trying to get back on schedule yet I still sleep until lunchtime because I feel no urge to wake up. I know a job would help immensely but fuck this man. I also found something online today that really made me smile. Of course I'm an asshole for posting it and all but here is the class of 2009 SAT scores. Basically, Asians are still the smartest, especially at math, whites are pretty average and the blacks are just straight up fucking stupid. You can say I'm racist or whatever, but facts don't lie.

The Fuck?

Alright, Kady has gone home so my father has completely lost all standards at what he watches on TV when nobody but me is here to see him. He is watching Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins right now. I have never seen anything quite like it. Oh wait, I have. It's a bunch of black people using non-existent words and weird grunts followed by incessant laughing for nothing. Even James Earl Jones can't save this. This is why there is a racial stereotype because even when they get on the big screen they revert back to their roots. All of the fat ones are obnoxious and scream at the top of their lungs, the skinny ones are only badasses in large groups and they all want to mate with their fellow monkey's mate. Oh fuck now he's turning it up louder in case i missed out on some random grunt. Great, a random black man in a towel and a cowboy hat looking to get laid in the middle of the night. And drinking cheap beer. I'm glad every racial stereotype is being covered here. I'm going to gouge out my eyes for a while.

Today's Rant: Twitter

Alright, here I am bored and alone with nothing to do but bitch. Why does twitter exist and why does everyone have it? I jumped on and got one a few months ago when people wouldn't shut up about how great it was and how everyone had one. Of course by everyone I mean 20 people which is mostly bands and celebrities. So here's my major issue: if you want people to know your every move that's fine but if you want to ask rhetorical questions or anything else you should be prepared to answer us too. Twitter sure as fucking hell should have some sort of social interaction beyond reading about Ashton Kutcher wiping his ass and calling it his next movie. If you want to talk about what you did everyday and don't want to talk to your fans, get a fucking blog. There are a few special ones like Kevin Smith that will take time out to reply to people but they're few and far between. I'm not saying you need to reply to every single comment you get because there are tons of fan girls who are just going to have "OMG I <3 your stuff" as the most intelligent thing they can spout from their measly brain. But if you reply to any pertinent comments you get or just a random one once in a while it'd be really nice. I am disappointed when twitter is supposedly the easiest way to get a hold of someone right now because they 'tweet' more than they use their phone, email or text messaging. Maybe anyone who reads this will think I'm an asshole because they follow a celebrity that really likes talking to people but I'm not one of those lucky few. I follow Kevin Smith, Jason Mewes, Ethan Suplee and Dax Shepard when it comes to Hollywood so that should show you how much I care about everything out there. I think if I'm going to intervene in someone's life, albeit blindly, I want to get something positive out of it like a good laugh once in a while. So I'm going to keep starving myself for a while longer until I can pass out and sleep again. Enjoy.

Confused

One of my biggest pet peeves is going to a completely unorganized concert. I absolutely hate the feeling of going somewhere strange with absolutely no clue as to what is going on. Is it that hard for a promoter to just get their shit straight and let people know? Maybe it'd bring people out to your concert if they weren't afraid they were going to have to see a shitfest just to see their band for 40 minutes at best. Tonight's Hurt show is supposedly $12.50 for admission but if you go to Respectable Street Cafe's website it's an outdoor block party that is free. That doesn't matter to me since I am on the guest list for an opening band but what does matter is knowing it's going to be a giant clusterfuck full of socially awkward alcoholics who know nothing about music when I'm there with a task at hand and they'll just be a hindrance. It also is taking place from 7-4 which theoretically means I could wait until 3 in the morning to see the band I am getting there at 3 this afternoon to see. Shit is very annoying to say the least. It's kind of like venues that have no idea where you can purchase tickets and you have to go there on a prayer that you can get in. How the fuck do I know how many people are going to be there if it's three hours away? I fucking hate Ticketmaster and everything they stand for, however sometimes the security of having a ticket in hand is priceless when you have shows like today.

I Still Say Fuck The Title

Alright, it's Friday. Most of the world is celebrating about now except for me. I'm pretty useless and all that Friday means to me is that I am one day closer to having to listen to my father's passive aggressive bullshit for two days in a row Sunday & Monday. He has called me three times today. Once to have me buy something on eBay for a coworker, once for some other retarded shit, and once to find another coworker tires for his truck. He's fucking helpless at his old age. I'm amazed at how he's made it 51 years as it is. I feel like there is nothing really smart to be said either today, it's kind of a shame. Fuck it, today is a lost day in here.

Would Not Titling These Make Me Rebellious?

Alright, another Thursday down the toilet. I wouldn't remember what day it was if it weren't for concerts and knowing the lottery drawings are Wednesday and Saturday. I'm really ashamed of myself because I haven't been out of work more than a couple of days since I was 18 and here I am going on 2 and a half months. I got my unemployment check today which at least paid the bills but God fucking damn I'm going out of my mind. It's kind of fucked up because I get $300 a week on unemployment and that's the equivalent of a $9 an hour job after taxes, which makes it absolutely pointless to get a low paying job for the sake of having a job. I was at $17 and feel like I need to do better than that to pay my bills and do what I want anyhow. I'm definitely not finding shit either. Of course I have a hard time looking my piece of shit father in the face when I go another day like today without a job because it's kind of like I'm handing him the ammunition to fire at me by showing him how I accomplished nothing. I kind of sleep until lunchtime, play video games and sit on the internet until dinner time and then I clean up the mess that he inevitably made the night before at around 8, just in time for him to get home and fuck it up again. I would like to ultimately move to Orlando or Atlanta although the Orlando one seems more feasible right now. I just wonder if I will encounter the same or worse problems daily. I'm not worried about myself going to work or being responsible everyday if I have a house to keep up. There are these problems with this generation that could make it ultimately suck though. I'm not going to go out to eat every meal when I live on my own, I'm not going to live in a shithole, I'm not living in party central, I'm not letting people sell or do drugs in my house, and I'm not supporting people who don't really want to get a job. So these things will probably be the death of me in finding suitable people to live with. Too many people think that getting high all day capped off with a midnight run to Taco Bell is the life of champions. By no means am I even close to perfect but I rather enjoy keeping to myself and the peace and quiet that comes with having no drama in my life and I need the same.

I Hate Titling These

Well it's a rainy day that is filled with absolutely nothing except for swimming in a cesspool known as the craigslist casual encounters. It's the easiest way to put a smile on my face. Stand up comics can tell perverted jokes and I might laugh if it hasn't already been rehashed 400 times before. Or in the case of Dane Cook he will tell me unfunny real life stories and then yell when he wants to get his point across and I will only smack my forehead and try to figure out what in the fuck millions of people adore him for. But craigslist is a different kind of funny. You can see serious pictures of old men who like eating out assholes, sucking toes, being gloryhole sluts and just straight up stalkers. This shit is priceless and I'd much rather laugh at the person in real life than have to try imagining it. I have this brilliant idea though of how to fuck up everyone's world on craigslist. Ready? Good. Look for men and women who want all kinds of creepy shit that claim they can't host at their place and send them an email with a picture and an address straight from the local sex offender registry. Good times will definitely ensue. Hell even the sheriff's office booking records are public information. So maybe I can copy and paste some happy black man who is out on $50,000 bond for aggravated assault to a nice 45 year old man with little more than a cock picture and a nice fetish for fishnets and watersports. It'd effectively kill off all of the creepy old fucks and put all of the criminals in jail. It sounds perfect doesn't it? Just something for you guys to think about.

Still Shitting

Well it's 20 hours later and I'm back on this wonderful toilet with a laptop on my legs. It feels like the right time to get on here and update anyhow. If I weren't sitting here I'd be asleep again. Judas Priest was last night. Good show and worth the money I just wish it were about 20 decibels louder. A little bit of the badass-ery got lost with the sound being down for the video cameras. However it could still be much worse. I could be having my ears blown out at a Creed concert as 300 pound women trying to relive their not so fat youth sweat all over me and moan in pleasure as Scott Stapp's little whiny bitch moan jiggles their second layer of humanity violently until orgasm. That's one sacrifice no one with any morals could see. Well time to clean up this mess in my ass created by Race Trac food at midnight and go back to sleep.

Morning Shits

So I'm sitting here dropping the kids off in the pool like I do every other morning. I feel like a good morning shit sets the tone for the rest of my day however sad that is. Everyone always says a healthy breakfast is the best start but I like being completely empty in the morning before I figure out what I'm going to do each day. Today is Judas Priest and avoiding my piece of shit father for as long as possible until we leave in three hours. It's amazing that somebody like himself will most likely never get lung or throat cancer with the cartons of cigarettes and ounces of weed he smokes every month, but someone who has never smoked in their life will probably develop it first. And I am going to conclude this now because I just lost my morning poop high by looking over to see there is about four squares of toilet paper left on the roll.

This Is Where It Begins

Alright, this is me taking my own blog virginity. I don't know what I'm going to put here, but this could be fun. For those of you who need to know. I'm John. I'm a 23 year old asshole metalhead from Florida with no life aside from concerts, Call of Duty and sleep. Welcome to hell.