Wow, I have 15 minutes left for my lunch break. My my, where does all the time go? (takes a sip of a Coke). Seriously, I'd like to know.
Time has been flying. Really fast, like, Concord fast. 4 months ago felt like last week. It's insane. And time isn't slowing down, nor does it plan on slowing down...and that's scary. Shit, I'm 23 now and next month, I'm going to be 24. And pretty soon after that, I'm going to be 30. Then, 40, and then, I'm lucky to live that long, 50, and so on and so forth. It'll all come faster than I can expect it.
But, yeah, on to something...I want to say "happier", but, instead, I'm going to say "better." I finally finished reading the final installment of the Harry Potter series. All I'm going to say is that, yes, it's a good read. I don't want to say much about the ending, or who dies, or whatever, because, personally, I hate spoilers. To death. Shit, when I was going out with Pennie, who introduced me to the books by lending them all to me, spoiled this one event that unfolded in the 6th book, which pissed me off, because, knowing something of the magentude that this event had, it really took away from the whole thing (she never understood that). But, yeah, on the subject of spoiling, I tried really hard to not try and spoil any of the manga stories that I got her into, although it was really fun teasing her by saying things like "Hao (from Shaman King) is..." only to have her make her angry pouty face at me. Ha.
What else? Oooh, I've been getting into this band, The Birthday Massacre. They have a new record out. It's called Walking With Strangers. It's very good. Sarah Zombie had linked me to their myspace when she was talking about how they were one of her favorite bands and what not. I clicked the link and was almost immediately hooked, which kinda surprised me, because I sort of consider them a "Goth" band, and let it be known, I don't like "Goth" music. Lots of it comes off as really immature, generic and just plain corny, like, let's see...who's a good example? Oh! Voltaire. Yeah, him. Ugh. I checked him out because one of my friends like him (I'm guessing; she subscribes to his blog on myspace), and I really wasn't impressed with what I heard. It was just lame sounding, I'm sorry. But, yeah, back to The Birthday Massacre. They're very good. The instrumentation, the lyrics, the vocals. Everything. Every song just has this really amazing atmosphere. It's usually beautiful and haunting, which I love.
Hopefully, I'll be able to hang out with some friends and/or just chill out tonight.
Wow, I could really go for a Kirin Ichiban right about now.
"Mijito, who were those men?"
"Listen to me! Listen to me, Corina, look at my hands. You've got to get out of here, they're after my tortillas!"
I love Pablo Francisco.
I've come to the conclusion that I want a Sidekick 3. Yeah, groan all you want, but, I want it for AIM (really, is there any other use for it?). So there.
Also, yeah...in December, I have the free day to go to The NY Anime Festival. JEAH! Fucking, I want to roll up into that with mad people, but, yeah, I'm realistic. I know it'll probably be just me, or just me and David. Possibly Jerry as well. I should try and trick Dante into coming. Same with Dom and Mu.
I need to hit up Craig's List. For the Sidekick. Fuck paying full price. Tops, I want to spend around $150. It'd also be great if it was in good condition, and by that I mean:
- No cracked screen.
- Minimal scratches.
- No exposed circuitry. Just...no.
- No jammed buttons.
- Working battery/ battery jack.
I can't wait to get the fuck out of here. Yes, I'm at work. Did I forget to mention that again? I did, didn't I? Oh well. You should just assume that when you see an entry posted up by me on a Saturday, that, hey, I'm at work. I don't even know why I am addressing this. No one really reads this...well, sorta. I think Sarah (Zombie) reads this. Wait. You probably don't know who that is. Once again, why am I addressing this? Oh, yeah, boredom.
I finally got around to borrowing the final Harry Potter book, and yes, it's been worth the wait thus far. I'm at Chapter 11. I wanted to read some here at work, but, yeah, it's like, my workload grows with each and every week here. This is probably the longest I've sat down all day. But, back to it: Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows. It's pretty good so far. I can't wait to dive into it more.
On the subject of books, I ordered some, and by "some" I mean 2. Ha. The first one is Choke by Chuck Palanuik (did I spell it right? His name is so awkward-looking; he's also the dude who wrote Fight Club), and second was Underground by Haruki Murakami, which is a series of short stories based and inspired by this Buddist sect/cult's Sarin gas attacks in the Tokyo subways.
I've been wanting to check these out for some time, so, yeah...can't wait to get them.
Time for more deliveries.
JEAH.
So, today, during lunch, I recieved a phone call. It was from Jerry. He had called me to tell me that Cecily, this chick who I had some deep feelings for, on and off due to our situation (she's a woman and I'm a nice guy), was dating this dude, Oscar, whom I despise, because he's a scumbag. Awesome, right? I know.
Anyways, it's like, it left me speechless. It really did. I just, didn't know what to say. I mean, I said things, but, overall it was one of those, "OMG, WTF?" situations.
But more about this dude. I was friends with him for sometime, but, yeah, I got totally sick of the his apparent "If I'm not getting pussy, neither is Glen" thing that he had against me. He's cockblocked (I hate using that term) me on sooooo many ocassions, it's ridiculous. Like, the time that it really stood out was with this chick I was into a few years ago. Her name was Jessica. He was really obvious with that one. And when I confronted him about the whole thing, he denied it, only for me to discover that he really was trying to hook up with her sometime later. Shit, that sounds confusing, but, yeah, he's still a dick. And now he's a dick with Cecily, who is quite possibly the only chick after Pennie who just, completely blew me away. I mean, I've hung with a few other girls, and yes, they're mad cool, but, Cecily has this energy that she fills me with. Not to mention that our chemistry (well, IMHO) was really rad, rad enough to merit us as people who can totally date. Heh. Sadly, she's rather have me as a "Pretend Boyfriend" (you know it's true), like a lot of other girls. Fucking, it's insulting.
Let me elaborate as to why it's insulting:
She's done nothing but blog about what she wants from a guy, and not to toot my own horn or anything (I hate that expression, too) but, I feel like, I'm that guy. I'm what she wants. It's maddening, or really, it used to be maddening, when it really bothered me. Yeah, I'm kinda upset now, but, it's more along the lines of it just being utterly dissappointing. It almost makes me regret going out of my way to see her on Mondays. Yeah, I'd basically take an hour bus ride to fucking have coffee with her, for like, what, 30 minutes? Or how about going out of my way to get to her area (same route as on Mondays) to hang with her, because some shithead flaked on her (they've always flaked on her). And lest I forget the thing where she fucked her friend's ex. I didn't judge her about that all. And other things. A lot of other things. Things that she's gone on and on and on about. I've done them. With a smile. Without a moment's hesitation. For what? For this? To be second to someone like him? It's not right.
Plus, oh yeah, he's a scumbag. He's fucking cheated on every chick he's been with. I have confirmation of that. I'm not saying who told me, but, yeah, I have confirmation. Also, if you look at every comment he's ever left her, it's mad blatant "I want to fuck you" shit. Yeah, Cecily, he likes you for you. By "tits" he really means your personality. It's obvious he doesn't respect her, but, you know what, that's her issue. Once again, she's negated everything that she's ever written about wanting from a dude.
I did call her today, during my lunch, that I barely touched (it was Chipotle...) and just let her know what I felt towards the whole thing (lots of what I wrote here was in that) and I let her know that as long as she's with him like that, I refuse to talk to her or remote know her. I'm tired of being "the bigger man." Fuck that shit. I'm putting my foot down. No more of this spoiling shit (yeah, because, you shouldn't have your cake and eat it). It's me or him, Cecily. And you chose him.
Have fun.
P.S. - Not to sound like a dick (too late), but, right now, I really wish you dug that knife deeper into your arm when my cousin was fucking with your head.
Fuck you, cock.
