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Bye. [Aug. 9th, 2007|03:09 pm]
-Tyler
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An update for you. [Aug. 8th, 2007|02:41 pm]
I really need to stop caring about other people more than I care about myself. Whenever I'm writing a journal entry, I hate using "I" too much. That's how deep I am in this.Seriously. I whine to Amber about how I'm ugly, stupid, lazy, pathetic, worthless, terrible, all of that. Yet, I can't stand it when she says she hates her hair. Is this a problem, or not?

I'm starting to hate Bible School. It was fun the first night, but now I realize I hate almost everyone that's there, even the people that like me. I was reading Invisible Monsters the whole time I was there, mostly. I'm sure I looked like an anti-social nerd sitting on the steps of a church, reading a book. And I'm sure that's how most people that go to that church see me, because that's what the all think. If you're not in a good mood, you're obviously creepy and insane, get away from us, heathen.

There's no food for me to eat here. Well, there is grits, and I like grits. It's a southern treat, but whatever, it's good. I don't have any clean bowls, though, so I'm shit out of luck. I've been putting grits in little tupperware containers, and they always get watery when I take them out of the microwave. I don't understand how science works, and I had no idea science played such a major role in making grits.

I'm not as emo as I seem, I swear. I promised not to make LiveJournal a cliche WhineJournal. If I wanted that, I'd get a DeadJournal. Yesterday, I almost switched to a GreatestJournal account, because they offer the same features for free that LiveJournal offers for paid members only. I decided, eh, I love this account.

I'm probably not going to the shop anymore for the rest of the summer, because there wasn't anything I could do up there. I clean the house here, and in return, I get paid at the end of the week. The good thing about this is, it only takes about twenty minutes to clean the house, so I get to watch stand up for the rest of the time I'm here.

God, I wish I wasn't so lame.

-Tyler
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The march of the penguin. [Aug. 7th, 2007|01:37 pm]
[my mood |lonely]

Chuck flipped out of his bowl today when I was cleaning it. I picked him up with a dish rag, and I wiped the insulation slime or something off of him. He seems to be doing ok, but he has a little invisible thread on his head that I can only see because of bubbles from the water.

I've got some good news. My stomach aches have stopped. I don't know if it was the meat that was making my stomach hurt or not, but I stopped eating it, and now it doesn't hurt. I tried to eat some yogurt, but it was sour. The sad thing is, I have five more containers of it, and I don't know what to do with it.

I'm really stoked about the roast of Flavor Flav on Comedy Central. I keep seeing advertisements for it, and the usual roast crowd is up there, which is a little bit of a turn off. I'm tired of seeing Lisa Lampanelli at all of the Comedy Central roasts. At least Carrot Top is going to be here. I thought he committed suicide or something, because I haven't seen him on the scene in a while.

I didn't go to the shop yesterday, and I didn't go today. No one wakes me up to go to the shop, so I wake up in the 9:00 hour, and no one is here. I just check my Google Reader and Gmail, then I take a shower. It's a pretty boring existence, but I have my fish to watch. He moves around quite a bit, and I want to get him a bigger tank. Oh, he has a LiveJournal now: [info]chuckthebetta

Last night was the first night of Bible School at my mom's church. I went, because I didn't have anything else to do. I'm probably the only atheist that can have fun at a church. I didn't register to do any of the classes, so I just hung out with the staff and ate Twizzlers.

I had fun for the most part, except for when I had to do some of the activities. I was bored, so I needed something to do, ya know? There was one where I had to lay down and this girl that was blindfolded dropped Trix cereal in my mouth. I had to direct her where to go so the cereal would land in my mouth, and we were the winners. I don't think I made that too clear.

I really don't like the adults that are there. They always seem to give the teenagers the cold shoulder. For example, I was playing with a little baby, and I gave it an empty diet Pepsi two liter bottle to play with. There's a woman that works there named Charlotte, and I told her "Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever seen?" and she looked at me, rolled her eyes, and turned around. I wanted to throw the baby at her.

Bible School lasts all week, which means I'm going to be missing softball games. At least there's nothing "Bible" or "School" about Bible School, so it's not terribly painful to go to.

-Tyler
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Tofu chicken [Aug. 6th, 2007|01:09 pm]
KFC sells tofu chicken. Who knew?

-Tyler
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(I Don't Wanna Be) On The Road Again [Aug. 5th, 2007|05:06 pm]
The title of this entry would be a great Ramones and Willie Nelson crossover.

Friday, Amber came over to my house, and she had to witness me get a hair cut. It's not a major hair-cut, but it looks stupid. I told her not to cut my bangs, so now I look like what Spock would look like as a hippie. Since we were already at the mall, we ate a Chic-Fil-A. I don't think anyone noticed that I was looking at my hair through every glass we passed by.

After we left the mall, we went to Rack Room shoes, because I wanted to try on the double-tongued Chucks again. I know I have a slight obsession with them, but it's not too bad. Before I tried them on, we had to look at  baby Chucks, because people were crowding up the Converse aisle. Apparently, the double-tongues don't look right on me, and neither do the patched up Chucks. Yep, looks like I'm getting the classic black Chucks.

When we got back to my house, we snuggled on my bed, and argued over my pillow. My pillow is comfortable. Well, the pillow case is. It's made out of cotton, so it's more comfortable than other pillows. After a few minutes of cuddling, and trying to get into a comfortable position, I started to kiss and suck on her neck, something I didn't think she would like. Later, I found out she enjoyed it, it just freaked her out a bit.

That night, I got ready to leave to go to the beach with my mom, her friend Kim, and her son Chase. Kim is an annoying complainer, whose on a diet where she can eat everything she wants, except where we're eating. On this occasion, we were eating at Pizza Inn. The thing she complained about this time was not having fat free salad dressing, the same thing she complained about at the Texas Steakhouse.

When we got to the beach house we were staying at, we couldn't unlock the door, so I was getting ready to sleep in the truck. We got it open, but I had to sleep on a fold-out couch, and right beside me on another couch was whiney-baby Chase. He wouldn't sleep without his mom. And all I wanted to do was watch stand-up, but we had to turn it off because they talked inappropriately.

We left the beach house that morning and went to McDonalds, and of course, Kim had something to say about the food. She was complaining that her bacon wasn't cooked right, and that she ordered a plate of eggs, not a side of eggs. She made Chase cry because she told him to "shut up, you're the only one that got what you wanted to eat.". I wish someone would talk to her like that.

It sounds like I'm being a hypocrite, because it sounds like I'm ridiculing her diet, but I'm not. I'm ridiculing her complaining. I've been having stomach pains for the past couple of days, so I'm converting to vegetarianism and I'm going to see if my stomach pains go away.

It's good to be home from the beach. Today, I got me a red Betta fish. I was going to get a gold fish, but the Betta's are hotter. I named him Chuck.

-Tyler
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Ah, Thursday [Aug. 2nd, 2007|10:25 am]
[my mood |waiting]

Today is Thursday, and this is the is the last day I'm going to the shop this week. But, why am I not at the shop? I decided to stay home for a little while today, and my dad is just going to pick me up when he gets out and about.

I've been feeling sick since yesterday. I don't know what it is, my stomach just feels all yucky.

Tuesday, I stayed home from the shop, and yesterday I went home early with my grandma. Me and my grandma went to some shoe stores in the mall, and I was looking at pairs of Converse while she was trying to get some Reebok to wear to work. I try to tell her to get some Chucks to wear, but she says they'll hurt her toe if she drops anything on them. I tell her not to drop anything on them.

I've been debating on what shoes to get, either the brown low cuts with patches, or the black and red double tongues. I think I'm going to go with the black and red double tongues, because I've always wanted a pair that were solid black and had a red racing stripe. I might get the patches shoe later on in life.

My current pair of Chucks are white low tops. They're kind of dirty, because I wear them to the shop, but they're the attractive dirty. Not "oh my god, ink blot" dirty. I used to wear high tops only, and I thought it was sacrilege to not. I decided about a month ago that low tops look better.

I think it's hilarious how I can ramble about my shoes for an entire entry.

-Tyler
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Rabbit [Aug. 1st, 2007|01:52 pm]
I was tagged by [info]nea_to to fill out a survey-type thing where I have to list seven facts/quirks/anything about me. I'll be posting that at the end of this entry in an LJ cut.

Happy August! My friend from Canada (Frogstar.com) told me that on the first of every month, it's a Canadian tradition to say "Rabbit". Or maybe it was a family tradition, I can't remember.

Here's a little question. Imagine yourself in a foggy environment. You only see one thing in front of you, and it's an open door to somewhere.

Without knowing anything else, including where the doorway leads, or what your needs and desires are at the moment, or even why you are in this foggy environment at all, give your first reaction to this question, without looking below: Do you go through the doorway?

Now, this all has to do with a study I read on male-female salary differences. Males normally get a higher salary, because they are willing to negotiate more than women. This is because men tend to go anywhere where they're not restricted to. Women, however, will normally want a more explicit invitation to go somewhere.

So, men will be more likely to negotiate for a raise because there were no warnings or directions not to negotiate for a raise. But, women will be less likely to negotiate for a raise because they were not asked to, or there aren't any signs telling them to do so.

Based on this, the males that read this will be more likely to say "yes" and the females are more likely to say "no". Of course, this doesn't mean all members of a certain gender will respond the same, silly.


-Tyler
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Emergency Blogcast System [Jul. 31st, 2007|10:00 pm]
Wow. This is the first time I've posted more than once a day in...forever. Some days, I might post three entries a day. Other days, I might not post at all. It all depends on my mood. I don't even have anything to say in this post, I just felt like posting.

Remember the hot dog I was talking about in the previous entry? The ghost of it has came back to haunt me. I was microwaving some ravioli, and when I opened the door both times, I could smell the hot dog coming out of it. That really makes me want to clean the microwave.

Me and my mom are going to go stay at a beach house that her friends own in Goose Creek. We're going to be staying there Friday and Saturday. I might do a voice post while I'm down there. I'll spend most of my time in the arcade that's down the road. I might get all sad when I'm down there, because that's where me and Eric had some good times. We saw a concert down there, lost a basketball in a river, got it up, and played tons of games in the arcade.

The concert was a local band called Spare Change. We showed up for the concert about an hour early, so we got to see them set up, and we talked to the violinist/cowbellist (she played cowbell). When the show started, we went behind them and hung out in their U-Haul. They signed our shirts (which they gave us for free), and we got some drinks out of their cooler. They were really nice guys. We were right behind the drummer, so it sounded like we had a jackhammer in our ear, but still. We had a great time.

The basketball story is funny, to me at least. We were walking back from playing games in the arcade, and we were walking along a little Creek that separates the two sides of the neighborhood. The creek is lower than it seems, because there is a wall of concrete, which the houses and all the people stand on. Well, Eric bounces my basketball, and it falls in the creek. I tried to retrieve it, and so did he. We decided we couldn't get it. We went back to the beach house, but we to the creek again to get the basketball. We found a metal pole that was almost long enough to get it out, but we eventually asked an old man to get it out with his rake. We got it out.

Okay, so it wasn't that funny, but it was at the time.

-Tyler
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Your lord, Cheese Dog. [Jul. 31st, 2007|04:56 pm]
I just ate one of those Oscar Meyer hot dogs with cheese in the middle. I used to love those things, but now I can't stand them at all. I almost threw up when I finished this one. I don't know what it is, I just can't stand the taste of them anymore.

If you read my journal, you'll notice that I disabled comments. When I started this journal, I wanted it to be mine, and just for me. When people comment on it, I feel like I'm obligated to post to it. The journal will last a lot longer if no one comments.

Last night, I also deleted all traces of me from me and Amber's MySpace, and about 5 minutes later, Amber deleted the entire account. Me and Amber are still great, only arguing every now and then. I told her I didn't want to have a MySpace anymore, and I removed all mentions of me. Then, Amber deleted the profile because she didn't want to have one alone.

And, also, I redesigned the journal. I'm keeping the generator layout, because it's the neatest looking. The only problem I have with it now is the little "Link" button down at the bottom. I edited the colors of the links for a long time, and at first they were gray. Then, I thought that you would never know where a link is in my journal if they were gray, so I made them white. I'm pretty happy with with the journal. Amber made my icon.

I wrote my second chapter of my book today. I've sort of localized the story, naming the locations after places that I live around, but I would still like anyone who reads it to imagine any setting. The chapter is longer than I thought it would be, and it's very descriptive.

I started writing when I was about 12 years old, and I thought it was going to be pretty easy. My first stories where retched. I don't even have the files anymore, but they were god awful. I would rush to write something, and it would just turn out to be this plot-less piece of crap.  Now, when I write, I can go on for an hour or more. I even spend an hour sometimes on this journal!

I haven't started reading Invisible Monsters, yet. That's the story of every book I read: procrastinate, read the first chapter, get hooked.

Why do I have the feeling that this entry sucked?

-Tyler
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I'm a reading rainbow. [Jul. 30th, 2007|07:09 pm]
I'm a little bit freaked out right now. I was about to update my journal, when I saw a huge spider on the floor about a foot away from me. This thing was about two inches long and an inch wide. I don't see that many spiders, so that may not be big, but it freaked me out. I could sense that my mom was going to kill it with my shoes, so I told her not to kill it with the Chucks.

Last night, I started writing the first chapter of my first novella. It actually might be a really long short story. I like things to be short, the shorter the better. I mean, who wants to read something for a year? I'm going to keep the story private until I finish it. I don't know how long it will take me to finish it, but I'll post updates on the progress. Whenever I finish it,

Today, I finally finished reading Survivor. The ending disappointed me a little bit, because he just crashed. There was no word on whether he survived or not, so I had to get Amber to look it up for me. Turns out he did survive, because that's what Fertility said would happen. If I'm confusing you, I'm sorry. If you wanted to read that book, I'm sorry. Now I've got Invisible Monsters to read.

The shop is getting funner and funner every day. Today, I ran the risk of getting cancer, because I had anti-freeze spilled on me. I got it off, but only after I poured something on me that could give me leukemia. I go that off with water. After that, I sprayed various flammable objects into an open lighter.

So, if we've learned anything, the shop is a deathtrap, made to look like a garage.

-Tyler
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Life is a frisbee. [Jul. 29th, 2007|02:00 pm]
[my mood |meh]

It's 2:00 in the afternoon here in North Carolina. I woke up two hours ago, showing that I can be a lazy slob every now and then. Usually, I'm up by 9:00, but I went to sleep at 6:00 in the morning with no prior sleep to that. I stayed up because of  the Blogathon. I dropped out of the 'thon at about 3:30, I think, but I still stayed awake and tried to get more sponsors for the charity, even though I had already met my goal. That sounds kind of stupid, but I wanted to at least raise $1,000 before I went to bed. I ended up getting thirty-four sponsors, ten more than I thought I would get.

I told my grandma yesterday that I would go to church with her, even though I really hate going to church. She didn't have anyone else to go with. But because I went to bed so late, I wasn't awake in time to get up and get ready. She did try to wake me up, but I told her I was too tired. I feel bad for letting her go by herself, but she doesn't seem to be too upset about it, so I guess everything is ok.

My parent's are still in Greensboro with their friends, Chuck and Lisa. I called them whenever I got up, and they said they weren't good and going yet. I figure they will get home at around 6:00-8:00. I could have went to Greensboro with them, but I'm sure my weekend wouldn't have been as fun as it was, even though I just stayed in the house. I don't like going to gun/knife/hunting exhibitions, because I'm not interested and they take too long. Plus, I know me and my mom would argue like crazy on the 5 hour drive to Greensboro.

I'm almost done with Survivor. I would tell you that I'm on chapter 15, but it doesn't seem like I'm almost over with it. The book is actually backwards. The story is still told in chronological order, but the chapters and pages all number backwards.

If you haven't noticed, I'm a big fan of nihilist literature. You may even get a vibe of nihilism from reading this journal. I haven't read Nietzsche yet, but I plan on reading some of his works later on in life. I'm putting my focus on Palahniuk now. I'm a nihilist, myself, but I'm not a downtrodden, "boo hoo", nihilist. Life doesn't have a meaning, but that doesn't mean it should suck. That's my philosophy. Even though there's no reason for life, you should still live it to it's fullest. Don't let anyone tell you what to believe, either. Morals are stupid.

I'm going to stop being a jerk. I'm not too great to get along with, and before a couple of months ago, I didn't notice it. I've never been serious about changing until now. Amber has really pointed out the fact that a lot of people can't stand to be around me, and that I don't let people like me. Frankly, I don't care if no one likes me now, and I don't care if I regain their friendship. I just want to prevent people that I meet in the future from not liking me. But, honestly, it's not my fault that people are stupid. I'm a really nice person, unless you're rude, stupid, or anything else that's undesirable. If people don't let me like them, then I won't like them. No one seems to understand that, and I'm always the bad guy.

I'm going to be writing a novel/novella in the very near future. I'm going to find a LiveJournal community where I can post it, and I'll post links to the chapters on this journal.

-Tyler
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Blogathon [Jul. 28th, 2007|08:12 am]
Hey, you.

Today is the Blogathon, which means that I will posting in [info]readabooktime 9:00AM July 28-9:00AM July 29.

That's EST time.

If you want to keep up with it, I'm posting every thirty minutes. Sponsor me, too (click the link in the journal). Comments are disabled.

-Tyler
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37 hours... [Jul. 27th, 2007|05:07 pm]
[my mood |asleep by now]

Insomnia sucks. It really does.

I've got a migraine headache right now, and it feels like two veins are going to explode out of my forehead. I'm irritable right now, because I haven't been to sleep in 37 hours. Whenever I suffer from insomnia, I get angry. I don't get this way if I force myself to not sleep, only if I get insomnia.

Even though I haven't slept, I've been really active today. I woke up at about 7:30, but I didn't get out of bed until 10-ish. Well, I didn't really "wake up". I was just lying in bed at 4:00, and I never went to sleep. I felt the nerve to get up at 7:30, and that's only because the sun rose.

When I got out of bed, I went all Mr. Clean on my jacket. There was a coffee stain and a soda stain on it, and I kept spraying them with combinations of 409, Greased Lightening, and Clorox until they finally came out. Is it weird that I didn't even wear the jacket today?

Then it started to rain. I wasn't even irritable until it started to rain. For some reason, rain makes me drowsy, and all I wanted to do was sleep. Not only was it raining, but it was a thunderstorm. Imagine pots being dropped in a empty room with plenty of echoes. That was the thunder today.

My mom went into Lowes and was buying some paint. I sat in the car and read a Green Lantern collection that I bought a Books-A-Million. It was so freaking humid, and I was sitting in a tiny Lexus with no room for me  to move or breathe.  It only got worse when we went to the shop, and me and my dad got into an argument about me being angry. I hope he's not mad at me still.

I'm at home now, thank god. All I want to do is climb into my bed and go to sleep. Then, prepare for the 24-hour Blogathon tomorrow.

-Tyler
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Sleep deprivation...finally, a reason. [Jul. 25th, 2007|01:30 pm]
[my mood |anxious]

Anyone who knows me in person, and is a mildly good friend will know that I'm addicted to energy. I hate sleeping, and I force myself sometimes to not sleep. I go to bed late on weekends, and wake up early everyday. If I didn't have to go to the shop, I'd stay up until 4:00AM every night.

Luckily, this weekend my parents are going to Greensboro this coming up Saturday for the entire weekend. I was thinking about going, but I decided I wouldn't because of the Blogathon this year!

Blogathon is a blogging event that takes place July 28th 6:00AM-July 29 6:00AM PST time*. Bloggers will update their blog every thirty minutes for 24 hours for charity. My blogathon blog is here: [info]readabooktime.

I'm donating to the First Book charity. To help me, click the "Sponsor me" link in my entry. To register for a Blogathon blog, sign up here.  Then, create a new LJ or use the one you're using now. Registration ends the day before the event.

It's gonna be fun!

-Tyler

UPDATE: I found out what time it starts in the EST time zone (9:00AM).
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That fresh clean feeling. [Jul. 23rd, 2007|06:49 pm]
[my mood |happy]
[my music |Tenacious D- Beezleboss (The Final Showdown)]

I was in the shop, like I am everyday from now on, Monday-Thursday. I'm walking up and down the car lifts, flipping my quarter, hoping it would land on heads every time. It's a habit that I have to flip quarters. I have a lucky quarter that was made in 1972 that I've kept since I was 12. I'm scared one day I'll flip it, and I'll drop it and it will roll somewhere, and I'll lose it forever. This doesn't stop me from flipping it, though.

Anyways, for some reason or another my dad was mad. He was in a good mood early in the morning, but something about the part store got him mad. I wasn't in too good of a mood, because I hadn't showered, and I woke up a little bit late. I do need to wake up at 6:00 from now on, because that's when I get going. I felt so groggy this morning, and it takes a while to get used to the feeling of not showering.

I wanted to read a book, so I went into the office. I didn't notice the two customers sitting in the room, and I talked to the secretary, Kim. I finally glanced over, and I saw Amber and her mom. It sort of stopped my heart for a minute. It was so great to see her at such and unexpected time.

Her mom was getting an oil change. It was awkward being there while she was there. Me and Kim just mostly talked about my dad's business cards. The business cards my dad has now aren't professional looking. The other ones he had look way better, but don't tell him that. We already did, and his feelings are hurt.

When Kathy's (Amber's mom) oil change was done, a little piece of me died. I wanted to see her all day. Whenever they walked out the door, I felt like she would be gone forever. Then, a miracle happened. Kathy came back in the door, and asked "Would you like to eat lunch with us?".

I was giddy, I really was. I got the "ok" from my dad, and I hopped in their car. I don't know if Amber was expecting me, but I'm sure she was happy. We went to the Chic-Fil-A inside of the Berkeley mall. I was embarrassed to go in public, because I looked and smelled like crap. After we ate, I looked at the low top Chuck Taylor's, and now I want a brown pair.

They pulled me up to the shop, and I got out. I wasn't sad at all that she was leaving, I was just happy I got to see her. The rest of the day went well. I got to begin reading Survivor, and no one was mad for the rest of the day. When I got home, I took a nice long shower, and ate my grandma's great cooking. It was a great day, something that I don't seem to have anymore.

-Tyler
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Under pressure, we're cracking. [Jul. 22nd, 2007|06:27 pm]
[my mood |hungry]

I just got finished mowing the lawn. I'm not even going to tell my parents that I think I missed a few spots in the back. The yard was a complete mess. It looked like our neighbors that live down the road. Their yard is full of weeds, though you can't see them now because of the wild bushes. I swear, if they didn't care a little bit, snakes would infest their house. I don't know how they eat outside everyday!

Last week was the slowest week I've ever experienced. I still can't believe that it's only Sunday. Tomorrow, everything will feel like normal time, because it will be Monday, and I'll be at the shop. As mundane and boring as it is at the shop, I feel content there. Mainly because I've got free time, and I can read whenever I want. If I'm home, I'll be too distracted by everything so I can't read.

This morning, I went to church with my mom. I hate church with a passion, I really do. I'm an atheist, by the way. Today wasn't so bad. My mom teaches a Sunday School class, so I have to sit through that, and that was the only bad part. We left 30 minutes early, which was great. Even when we were there, I was quarter-flipping, and playing with pop up post-it notes. I was pretty much occupied the whole time.

After church, we saw I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry. I wasn't too stoked about the movie. I mean, I heard it was offending to everyone and their brother. I'm not a real bit fan of Adam Sandler, either. I like Kevin James, though. After the movie, I was really impressed. It wasn't great (I give it 3.5/5), but it was definitely enjoyable. I didn't Kevin James' character's son Eric. No kid is that feminine and gay. Even Adam Sandler was likable in this movie. It was nice to see him in a different role than "adult retard".

It's been pretty smooth ever since we got home from the movies. I've got some Chinese left-overs in the refrigerator that I need to eat for a midnight snack. I plan on pulling an all nighter Saturday and Sunday because my parents will be gone to Greensboro that weekend. I was going to go, but I decided not to. I don't really want to do what they're doing, and I don't want ride 4 hours there and back.

I haven't eaten anything today, and it's taking effect on me now. My parents went to go get something to cook, and I hope they're back soon.

-Tyler
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White is the new black...or red. [Jul. 20th, 2007|01:53 pm]
[my mood |bouncy]

Anytime I get a new blog, I try to make it a daily effort. This just can't be the case. I don't have enough free time to post everyday, nor do I have to nerve to do it. I want to do other things, and I just don't want to post daily. It makes it feel like a job.
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My parents have a friend named Chris Pate. They don't call him Chris, because we know too many Chris'. People look at us funny when we call him by his full name. Chris is really funny for an adult. He's a year younger than my parents. My dad has a few friends that are almost 15 years older than he is, and I always imagined Chris Pate as one of those friends.

The thing about Chris Pate is that he is kind of big. He's really sensitive about his weight, but you wouldn't know it. We were eating out at El Korita last night, and Chris was telling us a story about this softball player who was in the 1995 baseball draft and played for the White Sox. The guy is retired and lives in Goldsboro, and plays softball in my dad's league.

Chris Pate was telling us about how he saw this guy at the bar where he is a bartender. Chris doesn't drink alcohol, but he has to make a living. Chris was in a darts contest where the winner gets a tee shirt. Chris finally one after playing in the contest for a month. Chris saw the dude at the bar, and the following conversation exchanged.

Dude: So. You finally won a shirt?
Chris: Yeah, I've been playing a lot.
Dude: That shirt won't fit your fat !@#.

Chris told us that his feelings weren't hurt, but he just thought "Man, wtf" (he said "double-you tee eff").

This brings us to last night. Chris and I are playing around, and he picks me up and throws me on a trash can. I pick of a softball glove and hit him in the face. Chris sees the dude walking back from a game and the dude remarks "So, you finally found someone small enough for you to pick on?". This time, Chris' feelings were hurt.

After that, we started talking about Guitar Hero. Turns out, Chris Pate is an avid player of Guitar Hero (he's on Guitar Hero status, like me). After we left El Korita, I rode with him to his house so we could pick up a cordless, white, Gibson Firebird controller for Guitar Hero.

We pulled up to his house, and he has a huge dog. I rubbed the dog, and it got really nice with me. Then, I went inside, and it almost attacked me. Chris' mom was there, and he told his mom "this is Tyler, I used to babysit him. We're going back to his house to play Guitar Hero". Imagine a 30 something year old guy telling his mom he's going to his 13 year old friends house to play Guitar Hero. Hilarious.

On the way back, we saw a log on the side of the road and he told me to pick it up and put it in the back of the truck. The log must have been 4 foot tall. I picked it up and I held on to it for four seconds before it weighed too much.

We stopped by a convenience store diner and plotted a setlist. We flipped coins to see who would play rhythm and lead. I got rhythm, except on a few occasions where he didn't want to play lead.

1. Jessica
2. You Really Got Me, Now
3. Sweet Child O'Mine*
4. War Pigs**
5. Carry On, Wayward Son
6. Cherry Pie
7. Last Child
8. Free Bird***

*I played lead
** I played lead, and my dad played bass/rhythm.
***I played lead for the first half, then we switched off.

Chris Pate fiddled around for a while on my real guitar, and he left his cordless guitar controller here for me to play with. I hope he forgets about it so I can keep it. That's sort of how I roll.

He left at midnight, and I went to bed about one. When I went to bed, I kept thinking of Amber because I hadn't talked to her today. I dreamed about KKK members on the $20 bill. Don't ask.

Today, my parent's are arguing, but it's not too sad. Plus, I got some new Chuck Taylors (I wear them again, screw morals). They're the classic white low tops, with red (top) and blue (bottom) racing stripes.

PS: Guitar Hero Encore: Rock's The 80's comes out in 4 days!

-Tyler
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Shake, shake, shake. [Jul. 18th, 2007|05:34 pm]
[my mood |uncomfortable]

You can always count someone to always be on time, maybe even early. This can either be bad or good, it depends on the situation that you are in. Then, there are people you can always expect to be late. This is never good. Two people I can always count on to never be on time are my girlfriend and her mom.

Today, I was waiting for a ride to go to Books-A-Million so I could hang out with Amber there (nerdy, eh?). They told me to expect them anywhere between 11:30 to 12:00. At 11:30, I was supposed to call them. They told me they would be at my house in 20 minutes. 12:00, still no sign of them. They finally show up at 12:24. Turns out, they went to Amber's uncle's house. Why don't they tell me?

When I got in their car, Amber's mom missed the turn to go to Berkeley, but I didn't notice at the time. Eventually, she figured it out, and she was confused about how to get there. I told her to take a right, because it would really be simpler to go that way, but she took a left instead. We still got there, but it would have been faster if we went right.

We went into Books-A-Million, and I had plans to buy a new Palahniuk book. I ended up choosing Survivor, which is a pretty good book so far (I'm two pages into it). I didn't want to go ahead and buy it, so I stuck it behind a stack of other books so no one else would get it. I found out later that there is a hole behind the other books so no one would put books back there. I had to get another copy.

After I was done looking at that selection of books, me and Amber grabbed a cup of coffee and a cookie. The cookie was terrible, but I liked the icing. When we got our coffees, it was a chocolate mocha with chocolate syrup. Not a white chocolate mocha with caramel like I asked. More on cashier stupidity later on.

I heard there was an article about Tom Anderson in Cosmo Girl magazine, and I was just going to check that article out. I wasn't going to buy it, but I did make loud references to looking for Cosmo in the magazine rack. I never found it, but I did find the new issue of Blender.

I went to go pay for the magazine and book, and I didn't have enough money. I had to give her two more dollars. Amber gave me a ten, and I was going to get change. The lady told me I gave her to much money. I mean, wtf. That's got to be the stupidest thing I ever heard. Long story short, I paid $17.83 for something that was originally $20.22. Stupid people, stupid, stupid, stupid.

Me and Amber got into an argument about when we were going to get picked up from this place, and I ended up shaking her violently. It wasn't abuse, but I messed her hair up and she looked pretty mad at me. She responded by shaking me back. We're cool now.

I got back to the shop, and I realized that Amber had left her cell phone in a Books-A-Million bag. This means, tonight, I'm going to have fun screwing around with all of her crap. I've already changed her background =P.

-Tyler
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In your face, big tobacco. [Jul. 17th, 2007|09:20 pm]
[my mood |satisfied]

Today, I noticed a pack of Camel Menthol cigarettes sitting on my dads desk. My dad used to be a chain smoker, but he's trying to stop. I took the initiative to call up Camel Cigarettes. Below are descriptions of my conversations today with cigarette manufacturer hotline operators.

Camel Cigarettes
Camel Cigarettes is operated and ran by the R.J. Reynolds Tobacco Company. I waited for about 3 minutes and listened to a recording of an "average guy", "not some robot voice". This seems like a chance to cash in on the laid back factor that tobacco companies advertise about their products. When I finally got through to an operator, I asked "If your company knows that cigarettes cause various diseases, why are they on the shelves?". She responded by saying, "we have to put a surgeon generals warning on the packs that indicate that there are diseases that can be caused by cigarettes". "Does that make it right?", "It's the consumers choice", "Do you condone the mass killing of people due to a consumer product?", "(pause)", "Do you?", "Is there anything I can help you with?", "No, ma'am. Thank you.".

After that, I realized that maybe the lady on the phone didn't like cigarettes, because she sounded like she  agreed with what I was saying. I decided to get another opinion on big tobacco by calling Basic Cigarettes.

Basic Cigarettes
I waited for about 5 minutes (really) listening about a contest that the company has going on. I said "operator", and the recording finally stopped. I was put on hold for a minute, and Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" started playing. When I finally got in touch of an operator, I asked the same question, and she replied with the same answer, but with added detail. "We have programs that help you stop and not start smoking. Also, even if mainstream tobacco was illegal, a cigarette manufacturer would still be operating. And know, even with a surgeon generals warning, filtered or not, there is no safe cigarette." I agreed with her, and we disconnected.

I felt like I did something good today. Maybe two girls will quit their evil job. Maybe I made two employees realize what they are supporting. Maybe I had no impact. But still, I felt like I had to do it, and I'm glad I did.

-Tyler
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The early bird gets the (yawn). [Jul. 16th, 2007|10:29 pm]
[my mood |thirsty]

I always thought it would help you wake up early if you went to bed early. Yeah, that's not true. Once I fall asleep, I don't want to get back up. The only thing that could possibly wake me up is an alarm clock or someone else, and then I get irritated.

I'm going to the shop again, so I have to get up early. Today, I got up at 7:20, and I was rushing to get ready. My dad gets ready fast, because he doesn't take a shower. You can't tell though. Since he doesn't shower, he can avoid to sleep a couple of minutes. I envy that.

As a morning ritual for the past 2 years, we stop at the convenience store down the road from us on the way to the shop. I got a Mountain Dew today instead of a Dr Pepper, so I would have a boost of energy. My dad got on me about drinking that, saying it's bad for my teeth. Like he can talk.

When we got to the shop, it was kind of hard to tell if he was in a bad mood or not. One minute, he was smiling and cracking jokes. The next minute, he was the freaking terminator. Long story short, I got to help change oil. I tried to loosen the bolt that holds the oil in, but I'm too weak to do it. I'm not too good with a wrench, and my dad won't let me work on anything anymore. "if you went right instead of left, someone would die".

Surprisingly, though, lunch didn't take too long to approach. Besides the fact that we left late. When 1:00 came, I was ready to eat. I don't eat breakfast, so I'm starving by afternoon. We didn't leave until 1:20, because my dad was working on his bike.

We finally ate at McDonalds, because we didn't have time to eat anywhere else. Or so we thought. Even though we were the last ones to leave, we were the first ones back.

When we got back, I sat in the office for most of the rest of the day, talking to Kim and talking to Amber on the phone. It was probably uncomfortable for Amber, because we kept laughing at people going in and out of Dreammakers (the tanning salon next door).

Leaving the shop was a dream come true. Amazingly, there were know "Are you Tom" IM's for me. My friend Eric edited a Wikipedia article to say that my screen name is actually Tom Anderson, and I played along for two days. I stopped last night, because I was scared of an anonymous "Tom from Raleigh".

There was a softball game today. Usually, the games are on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but the Tuesday game got rained out. Whenever a game is canceled, they make it up on the upcoming Monday. They clobbered the team they were playing, 28-1. It was kind of sad, because a little girl kept cheering for her team, and they murdered them.

There's another softball game tomorrow, and I'm not going to be in the mood to go. I'm not even going to be in the mood to wake up!
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