AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Just when things start getting good for me, the EVIL ONE (also called the Bitch Queen) calls me out of the blue.

The reason why I've not posted in a while is because class is kicking my butt and I've been trying to get some things nailed down for a job. I got the job--Assistant Director of Food Services, here on campus. The money's not all that great for me, but in this area it's really, really good. I'm supposed to start my new job on Monday, so this may be the last for a while (not that many people care, since I don't get all that many hits or comments).

Back to the EO, she's tried to call me twice in two days. What for? Hell, I don't know, nor do I care! So I'm at home last night getting ready to take a bath when the phone rings. I didn't hear it the first time (running water kinda drowns out the sound of a phone in the other end of the house). But I did hear it the second time, so I run into the living room to answer it. She just wanted to call to see how I'm doing. What kinda shit is that? First off, you're still married to your husband, who happens to be in prison, again. Second off, you are living with a man old enough to be your father. Thirdly, she left me. Fourthly, she never told me that she was still married, even when I told her that she could tell me anything and I wouldn't be hurt. I'm a compassionate person, but she'd burned me more times that I care to count. I know that she's moved on, and all she is is a black place in my life. I wasted more time on her than she was worth.

I'm just grateful that I'm moving and not giving ANYONE my new phone number. I don't want to be bothered. If I want you to call me, then I'll give it out, but otherwise, you can play "Hide and Go Fuck Yourself." Ok, enough for now. I need to act like I'm working at least for another hour.

Peace in the Mideast (won't happen as long as W is in office, but it's a nice thought).

New Ex-girlfriend post

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I've got nothing!

Here I am sitting at a desk at work, bored shitless. The only good thing is that no one really bothers me when I'm here, that and I can drink all the coffee I want. That's one thing that I really love about this place--COFFEE!!!!! If it weren't for that wonderous libation, I don't think that I'd be alive today.

I had a test in that horrid class on Friday. The damn professor only gave us an hour for a test that NO ONE finished. Tomorrow should be fun for me, I'm going to drop by the Department Head's office and lodge a formal complaint about the instructor. It's nothing personal about him, but I'm supposed to be learning math, but all he does is go off on irrelavent tangents (pun not intended). Out of an hour and a half class, he spends about 30 minutes of MY time talking about things that have NOTHING to do with Algebra. What the hell am I wasting my time taking an intro class for? I thought that if I took it, I could boost my GPA a bit more, but instead it looks like this instructor is intentionally trying to fail the entire class. Not a single person in this class has passed a single test he's given.

I'm thinking about getting back into the restaurant business again. I've had a few intresting phoners with several companies that, although I'm not really intrested in, have been willing to offer me what I want salary-wise. The only thing that I really want is an oppourtunity to make some mad cash and still be able to go to school. If they'd throw in a few hotties, I just might have to go for it.

On the dating front, nothing has really happened at all. I went by to talk to a friend of mine last week and she asked me to dinner. We went to this new place, had a great time. The only thing that sucks is that she has a boyfriend. Spent about 2 hours just talking and she only brought him only twice. I dunno, should I even try? She's hot and pretty smart, but am I just fooling myself (no comment out of you on that Jerry!)? The only reason why I didn't date her when we met was because we worked together and the age difference was too wierd for me. Now that a few years have passed, I realized that I was an idiot for not going out with her. I've had a few of our old co-workers tell me that she had a crush on me. Ah, what the Hell, I'm going to ask her out the next time I see her.

Peace!

Trying this Audio thingy

Math makes NO sense to me

As some of you know, I'm in college again. I'm taking 1 class for this summer session, since they cancelled my Weightlifting class. The lucky class that I'm in right now is College Algebra. I know that Algebra is "an important skill to have." But in this day and age of computers and cell phones, why should I have to know a skill that is redundant. Because of technology, I can find the answer to anything I want, or need, to know.

Another thing I learned today is that Algebra is not a good subject for anyone who is in any way philosophical. Today we were discussing the topic of "imaginary" vs. "real" numbers. If you are a bit out there (like I definately am), you know that reality is just a construct of the mass sub-conscious of humanity. Which means that everything is a result of imagination. So, to put it into a mathematical equation:

Reality=Imagination.

Which means that NOTHING really exists. So the whole concept of "real" and "imaginary" numbers is flawed, since reality and imagination are one and the same thing. I think that numbers were invented to try to explain that nothing truly exists, why else would the concept of "i" have to be explained. I was always told that anything (whether positive or negative) times itself is a positive. If this is true, then how can you get a number that is negative (if you are squaring itself). So basically everything that you thought you had known is a LIE. Numbers are and have been made up for years.

The professor went off topic for about 20 minutes (in a class that meets everyday for an hour and 35 minutes, that's a lot of MY time that is wasted). He tries to over-simplify the easy things and then whizzes through the difficult problems. He spent 20 minutes trying to relate the concept of "i" to an ear of corn. It confused the hell out of me so I decided to just quit consciously paying attention.

Sorry about all that, that damn class makes me think about how stupid having to learn Algebra really is. I had a word problem yesterday that made no sense at all. They wanted me to find the distance a runner ran in a given amount of time. What got me was the they said he was running at a speed of 6 meters a second. First off, that is an inhuman speed, at least it is for me. Second off, why would anyone want to run? That's it for now.

Let's all visualize Whirled Peas.

Now I feel bad about how my life turned out

I got a wild-hair up my ass yesterday and did a google search on names of people I went to high school with. I did a search on a few and came up with a big goose-egg on all of them. A few of the ones I tried were for names that were common (like Dan Brown). Then I decided to do one on my musical nemisis--Magda Escobar.

Max and I had a bit of a rivalry in Junior high. She was the only female sax player in the jr. high band. We used to pick on her incessantly, almost to the point of tears. As time went by, I stopped being mean to her. She really was a cool person once you got to being nice to her. By our senior year, she was Student Council President and one of my biggest defenders. She went to bat for me when the Student Council sponsor refused to let me join. I got in and subsequentally increased membership.

We were co-drum majors our Senior year as well. Her parents threw our gradutaion party, including a real kick-ass band--the Rhythmn Pigs.

She went off to Stanford; I went to UTEP and then the Navy. After the Navy, I went to Texas Tech. Last time I talked to her was around 1990. I've drifted from place to place, job to job, romance to romance, never truly finding what I want in life. I truly am a "Jack of all trades, and a master of none." I've been working for clueless restaurnat corporations for years, never getting that "dare to be incredible" situations.

I found out she was named MS. Magazines, Woman of the Year for 2002. Has a kick ass job, probably a great life. I regret having ever picked on her in jr. high, but that was before I found out how good she's doing. I'm glad one of us out of our high school has gone off and become someone really great.

And Max, if you ever read this: I want to say that the better one of us has done incredible, but I'm still a better sax player.

Peas.

Cowardice

This sucks. They cancelled my 1:30 class due to the lack of students enrolled. Now what am I going to do for an easy A? They did have an opening for a 12:00 Aerobics(or how ever it's spelled) class, but it's too close to lunch time for it to do me any good. I still may take it since there are 10 females in it and no guys at all.

I chickened out again today. Was going to ask the cute chick at the Drug Store if she'd like to go see a movie or have a drink tonight and when I got there I pussed out. I guess I'm living up to my old college nickname--"Cherry" Rob, and not my old-old college (fraternity) nickname. I need to find my testicles again and realize that I should be myself and screw the consequences. What's the worst a woman can to me? "Yes?" I've lived with failure most of my life and now I'm reduced to being a Clerk (37, in a row?).

I always bitch about what I should/could do with my life and instead of doing something about it, I continue to bitch. I guess you can call me "Dante." I should shit or get off the pot. It's time to grab the bull by the horns and start doing something with my life. I keep pining over exes and seem to be complacent with the situation because I'm too afraid that my heart will be broken again. Then again, maybe it won't be. I'm too afraid to risk it all on the chance of something wonderful and exciting. It's time to grow up and become a fuckin man.

On an up note, I have lost 5 pounds since I started my diet on Wednesday. The only thing that is killing me is that I'm not getting enough caffiene in my diet. I'm thinking about getting a caffiene IV drip set up for when I'm at work. At least I'm slowing becoming a smaller fat-ass than I was before and I do like my job.

Laters ya'll. (pronounced like a Valley hick (combination of a valley dude and red-neck))

Being a Big FAT-ASS

Time to start a new diet today. It really sucks that I bought some shorts the other day and they were the right size, but I couldn't get me fat ass into them. So I had to take them back to the store and exchange them for a pair that were not just one, but two sizes bigger.

I guess that having off a month from class has caused me to become a BIGGER fat ass than I was before. After coming to this realization I decided to go on a new diet. From this day forward I have sworn off of ALL soft drinks (including Mt. Dew, Pepsico stock will go down because of this). I haven't done a whole hell of a lot to change my eating habits, but I only had 1 plate full of fried chicken today as opposed to the standard 4 plates that I normally have.

I guess that's one of my biggest problems is that I LOVE to eat (well, masturbation is a close second, but only when I'm eating). (Sorry for those of you out there how got the visual of me spanking and eating a couple of dozen McRibs.) That's one of my biggest weaknesses is that food loves me no matter what happens. It's not judgemental, it doesn't bitch at me, it's always available, and it's always the right time of the month.

I guess that it's time to say good-bye to eating pizza and hot dogs whenever I'm hungry and start eating something a bit healthier like a rare 18 oz Ribeye with a loaded baked potato and lots of rolls to sop up the blood. Not really folks, if I could afford Ribeyes, I could afford to eat something better, like strip steak (no Jerry, I didn't say "tube-steak").

It's time for me to re-make myself again into a "lean, mean, fighting machine." I've decided to drink nothing but water, milk and coffee. Eat nothing that has a ton of white flour. To start eating vegetables again (YUCK!). Ok, eat broccoli and cauliflower (just as long as it's smothered in cheese whiz). Ok, maybe not. I'm going back to the gym and working out every week day (no, really I am). I need to drop all this excess weight. I feel like Jabba's stunt double these days, or at least like Jerry does.

If anyone sees me going near a Krispy Kreme, just beat the crap out of me because the last thing I want to have happen is to have Greenpeace rally around me the next time I go to the beach.

I'm out of here for now, ya'll.

Pace. (Not the Picante Sauce)