Jason's Expansive Dialect with Himself

[JohnnyRush]

Whoo boy.

I've got a lot to live up to with that title.

Too many topics to talk about man. There's girls, college coming up in a month, working, my anger issues (haha its getting better huh).

I'll start with working, since it leads to my anger problems. For all you nonworkers out there, it's really nice to work in your dad's warehouse but not work with him. I get to set my own hours, and I only see him when he's passing through or me and him go to lunch. My manager is a twentysomething guy named Art, who's friggin hilarious. The downside to being the boss' son is that since you're an extra worker that wasn't really 'hired,' you get the crap jobs. I've shoveled dirt in the back of the parking lot, filled in squirrel holes.....half the jobs I do seem to start with "all right, we haven't done this in [insert amount of time longer than 6 months]."

Anger issues: Coming home from work, my dad called me and told me to go to one of his associates and get some parts for some trucks. Fair nuff, except that I don't know how to get there. I go from Mira Loma through Anaheim to Buena Park to Artesia to Cerritos. I ended up punching my windshield in Cerritos, leaving a sunburst crack at least six inches in diameter right in front of my face. I didn't feel like i was strong so much as I was disappointed in my windshield. Finally, today, six days later, it was fixed, but six days is good enough to ask for though. Job was done in like 20 minutes too.

I'll skip college for the next blog, when I'm sitting on the comp and it's late and I'm searching for something to do.

But girls. Again: whoo boy. So since the last two or so months of my senior year I stopped caring about relationships and wouldn't start going around looking for them until a girl came knocking. Well none came that panned out, so that little question was eliminated. But the ol' hormones didn't go away. I'm somewhat of a man-whore (polar opposite of the whiny, one-girl obsessed wrecks that plague this site. I was one sophomore and junior year though), so I kind of hinted around. And I was successful, to a point. Today, I watched Basic Instinct with my friend, a gorgeously cute asian girl a year younger than me, and missed the last half hour or so because of first base antics. Let me say, the cool level on that one was ungodly. Men, if you can find yourself a pretty girl with low self esteem but a great knowledge of kissing antics, NEVER LET THAT GO AND FOR GOD'S SAKE MOVE IN ALREADY!!!! This girl actually was worried that if me and her had any antics that I'd end up having a crush on her and she'd be leading me on. I mean, she's cute enough, and I probably already do have a crush, but I would not screw that up. Though I will admit, I still keep my eyes and ears open in case one of the girls i find really attractive says something about maybe liking me.

I'll post more in the coming days. I'll also post a comment thread, and if you like, comment on my blog. I love input, I love talking, I love helping people with problems. I'm a Californian Dr. Phil. Oh, and if you comment this blog in the comment forum, I'll rep you like a dirty whore.

[JohnnyRush]

Dude, internet poker with play money is pretty durn fun. On my poker site, which I'm not sure I can name for fears of advertising, you start out with $1000 in play money. In only a few hours total at the table I'm close to doubling that. It's so great to get good hand after good hand too, I was lucky enough to get three flushes in a row, netting me somewhere around $400. Probably lost that pretty quickly too.

So for the 5 poor souls that actually read this (at time of posting), comment me on whether you agree that the acoustic version of Everlong is orgasmically good.

My AP test results came back, got a 5 on both the Gov and Lit test. MMPH that feels good. SO FREAKIN GOOD.

[JohnnyRush]

Dang I'm in a good mood today. Even though work sucked, even though I don't know how I'll get the dirt out of the tiny scrapes on my hand, even though I'm slightly dubious about a girl that keeps texting me about how much she wants to get with me (after doing this once before then claiming to find a conscience) I am in such a good mood it's weirding me out.

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I really need to contain a potential situation brewing between me and another person posting on a thread that I will not name for fear of losing how fun it is. He's too damn serious about it, its basically a spam thread, who cares how you're interpreted? I gave him a bad rep on a librarian type of post explaining himself, then he asked me about it in a pm. *sigh* the only good thing that could come of that would be getting to bash on someone in the Thunderdome. Guess I'm too under the radar for that though.

I have myself another dilemma. There's a cute girl my parents met in their tour group while they were in Italy. She lives in Minnesota, so yeah, no chance of a friendship or anything. But according to my mother, she expressed great interest in me after seeing some pictures and hearing of my accolades. I added her on myspace, though now I'm wondering if I should message her or let her come to me. I want to message her out of my need to have closure, though I want her to message me because she's the one that wanted to meet me. Decisions, decisions. At least the one that I think is the one I want to do doesn't require any effort from me, so I'll probably just choose that one.

[JohnnyRush]

Damn bitches around me. Their acting like f---ing ities (sorry if that offends you, I just love the word).

There's one girl that I thought I was pretty cool with, Hilda. I had a loser crush on her for like half of this year, I realized that I should calm it down when I was hanging out with her on my Senior Sunrise and I was forgetting that I had a gf. Didn't matter, because I'm nothing more than a friend to her, but a man hopes. Every time I try to hang out with her or grab some In'N'Out with her (God bless California) she always sounds like she's shying away from being alone with me. I mean, I don't think I look like a rapist.

Then there's the girls that I text and it takes them at least four hours to reply to me. Well, I wouldn't mind if it took a while once or twice, but every time? When I'm working I need a prompt response to get my mind off of the soul-crushingly boring job of stacking Gatorade. And when I have an extra ticket to an Angels game I need a timely response so I know whether to scout the field for more ladies. Okay, I need to know so I can get my friend Sean to go so the tickets aren't wasted.

I finally bit the bullet and messaged that girl from Minnesota. Damn broads taking forever to respond. Seems that 2/3 of life is waiting around for what's next.

[JohnnyRush]

Ooh, a follow-up. This time dealing solely with myspace.

So this girl that I met through myspace ims me today. Now, I know from personal experience that she's completely insane and that I've gone so far as to block her on a.i.m. before. Her opening statement is "wanna hang out?"

Which is weird! Not even a "hey remember me?" which I would've sighed and verbally said "unfortunately," but I would've typed something nicer. I checked on my myspace, and her profile was one of the ones I have blocked. Nothing good will come of talking to her again, even though it'll really only end up with me having to listen to her half-crazed ramblings on 4 different screen names whilst trying to block all of the ones she comes at me with.

Second, I'm trying a little experiment. I may be a dateless wonder, but I'm known for gallivanting around the town with girls from time to time. I changed my relationship status on myspace from "Single" to "In a Relationship." I want to see how many people notice that and start asking about it. The only potential downside to it is if people start leaving comments like "OH MAN you're dating [insert name of potentially embarrassed girl here]!!!11!!!1!!!one!!!1" So I'll have to delete comments, something I don't usually like to do.

[JohnnyRush]

Well nothing on the seeing if people react to me not being single. Because I think I screwed it up or something. So today I fixed it. Onward!

Went to the Angels game today, a 7-5 victory over the Tampa Bay Devil Rays. Let me tell you a few things about the Angels. At this point, they are one of the most uninspiring offensive teams in baseball. Sure they show flashes of brilliance, but the last three innings of the game didn't make the other five any more bearable. Second, the Angels may have to dumbest, most ridiculously stupid tradition in baseball, nay sports with that godforsaken Rally Monkey. The things that monkey has ruined. They replaced Queen with Rally Monkeys during a playing of Bohemian Rhapsody, arguably the greatest song of all time. They replaced Napoleon just before his jaw-droppingly hilarious dance with some awkward, looped shot of the miserable simian on two legs. Euthanize that moronic animal and never show it again save for any moment that warrants it. Like game 7 of the World Series (good god if this year or next year they can do it, I will fall to my knees in adulation of Vladdy).

Worst part of the game, was that me and my boy Sean were in the sun for maybe fifteen minutes of a three hour contest. The ensuing sunburns, none of them all that bad, have left a perfectly straight line of bright red meeting pale white across my bicep. Now if my degrading status of physcal fitness and neon white skin weren't enough to keep my shirts on...

I remain convinced that one of the best places to ogle women is baseball games. 'Nuff said.

I'm further convinced that "The Warriors" is the best game for XBox that you've never played.

I'm still tentative about going to UC Santa Barbara. Great school, great location, beautiful girls. I have practically zero friends going (one from my school, my cousin, and an aquaintance), which I'm seeing as a mixed bag (as I see everything). Now I'd love to get away from everyone I know, because frankly I'm tired of seeing their lame-o faces bothering me. Then again, while I may make friends easily, I want that comfort zone that I can fall back into when times get tough.

I miss Command and Conquer: Red Alert, even if all that happened to me when I played it at my boy Sean's house was a thorough beatdown from insanely (and unpredictably) powerful civilians that would zap or torch you if you came too close.

[JohnnyRush]

I wish I did more than work. Every time anyone asks me how my summer is going, I tell them I'm working. I'm not even working that much, just five hours a day for three days a week. Pitiful. Yet it's all I can come up with. Well I'll be shopping soon, which'll be fun fun fun! New clothes because my old ones are becoming ragged. I have no less than two pairs of jeans where one of the beltloops has disattached itself (only one of the sides though, so it still hangs lamely over my belt), and I would retire them if they weren't so comfortable.

One of my biggest problems with people is what they can get away with saying on the internet or online. I'm guilty of this too, but a girl asked me to comment her myspace pics, and since I wasn't about to post "omgzzzz your so hottttttt!!11!!!one!!!1"

So I made some faux-intellectually-kind comment that totally made her say "awwww how nice." I felt proud of myself, but not enough so that I didn't call myself on it in my next message to her. Saying ridiculously sugar-coated nice things online bugs me solely because of how ridiculous it would sound in person. One of my friends (who holds the dubious honor of pissing me off once a week with his shenanigans) pulls this so often it's infuriating. I wish people could take a step back from their own overbearing egos and recognize how foolish they sound or act.

Not to say I don't have a massive ego, I just like to think I can notice it from time to time. I can't laugh at myself all that well, but I can recognize it.

[JohnnyRush]

As I get older (and this is counting a span of four to five years maybe) I'm finding it less and less entertaining or rewarding to talk about my atheism. I quit arguing about it, because the only people really into arguing about it are either douchebags because they just look to pick an argument (pretty much me) or actually think that they'll convert you with enough words.

Is it terribly pathetic that my parents go out more often than I do in a week? And does it get worse that their rate of Friday and Saturday nights on the town are astronomically higher than mine?

Must ponder, though I'm tired. And I have to get to making my mom's birthday gift all nice, since I'm giving it to her tomorrow. And I can't do it tomorrow morning, since she's always up before me.

[JohnnyRush]

Seems I'm updating this more and more infrequently. One thing keeping me off it is that I've received a laptop for my college years. So to play games I go to the laptop in my room, but since the only internet connection i can get off that is a protected wireless service, I have to use the home comp for this. It gets tedious, but in a little more than a week I'll have moved into a dorm room at UCSB and I'll have Ethernet and games in one place. Gawd I wet myself at that prospect

One more day of work, tomorrow. Then I get paid for 34 hours of work, which'll be nice. I'll use some of that cash to pay off the rest of my broken windshield cost and the rest will go towards a flash drive so i can move all my music and such onto my laptop.

The late motif of my dating life seems to be swing and a miss. Now I'm not saying I'm any different from the other dateless wonders on the site, nor those that have a blog, but I'll talk about it anyways. And its not that I'm having difficulty getting a girlfriend, because when I'm leaving in 10 days, that's a stupid idea. Its just like, suddenly I'm repellant or something. One cute Nicaraguan girl I was attempting to romance suddenly stopped talking to me for a while until i reopened lines of communication, then a gorgeous asian girl I know has lost interest in men (or me) in general.

Those sunbathing girls better be ready for me....after I lose weight and get what resembles a tan.

[JohnnyRush]

I'm fairly sure I'm the only person not excited about me going to college. Or maybe excited isn't the right word. Annoyingly meddlesome works out. I mean, I love my mother, she's done a lot for me in 18 years. But Christ on his cross, there's not much I can do when she's repeatedly telling me to get on UCSB's parking website when my 56k and my pathetic eyes take fifteen seconds to load and locate what I'm looking for...multiply those fifteen by however many pages I have to go through, usually about three or four. So my stress level is high.

Glass-punchingly high.

Going to Disneyland tomorrow. And for all of you that don't live in Anaheim, anyone that lives in Anaheim should hate that godless (wait, I'm an atheist. That's an insult?) soul-sucking miserly bastard of a corporation. The only thing it does for our great city is create traffic and clog Harbor with moron tourists that for some reason cannot rid themselves of fanny packs and socks with sandals. And visors, there are visors everywhere. Damn morons coming in from more terrible places...like Minnesota. And I've got experience with kids from Minnesota, and I think they're weird. Take it up in the Thunderdome, I've always wanted a scrape there.

If I only had a nickel for every time someone told me that we should hang out before I go. A girl I barely talk to other than myspace tells me that. What's the point? So I can sit there awkwardly at In'N'Out trying to tell myself to not even think of hitting on her because nothing will probably come of it.

I'll be happy to go to Santa Barbara if only to not see the people I know in Anaheim for six months. Useless peckers.