Great Lord.

stoned. no one reads this. so i give those that do... this.

FrEEsTylefatASS: why are we the only night owls on my buddy list..
FrEEsTylefatASS: (and tony)
Professor Else: why are you on your own buddy list
FrEEsTylefatASS: ....errrrrr.....
FrEEsTylefatASS: i guess i don't have an answer for that question
FrEEsTylefatASS: i've always been on my own... from the beginning

Michael Jackson

Ya know, just listen to the song, Bad. If you listen to it, you'll realize that it's just a warning.

...and the whole world has to answer right now just to tell you once again.

Who's bad?

Fourscore.

A. Four Jobs I’ve Had:
1. Paperboy
2. Liquor Store Stock Bitch
3. Babies R' Us Stroller and Carseat Hustler
4. Facilities Summer Hire and Nighttime Janitor, Dist. 44 Bay-beee

B. Four Movies I’ll Watch Over and Over:
1. Fight Club
2. The Big Lebowski
3. Super Troopers
4. Braveheart

C. Four Places I Called Home:
1. Lombard, Illinois
2. Charleston, IL
3. Chucktown, Illinois
4. Lompton, Illinois

D. Four TV Shows I Love:
1. Law and Order SVU (I crave justice)
2. Law and Order CI (Even more justice.)
3. The Daily Show
4. Flavor of Love

E. Four Places I’ve Been on Vacation:
1. Hawaii
2. Canada
3. Wyoming
4. Arizona

F. Four Websites I Visit Daily:
1. Facebook
2. Myspace
3. Some sort of porn.
4. MSN, it's my homepage.

G. My Four Favorite Foods:
1. Fettucini Alfredo
2. Breakfast Skillets
3. Hooters' Wings
4. Bill's Cornhole. (sometimes.)

H. Four Places I Would Rather Be Right Now:
1. EIU
2. Carson's house, with a J in my mouth.
3. California
4. Anywhere but here. (EMO, I know. I'm sorry.)

I. Four People I’m Tagging:
1. I don't know what the hell this means, but... Mike Else.
2. Devin S-R
3. Myself (Why the hell not, it doesn't hurt [i think])
4. Any female that reads this... you've been tagged... ha!

I might start blogging more... but that will depend on whether or not people read this shit. So tell me if you happen upon this. I'll supply the demand.

Later,

Ke\/in

WHhhhhaaaaaat

Okay, so every so often I return to this blasted thing when I need to complain about something, usually a member of gender known as female.

This time I have a legit complaint.

So I meet this girl in my once a week, 3 hour math class. She's got the usual things I enjoy in girls... Smart, beautiful, funny, and down with Kevin. We hang out a few times. Things are going great up until about 15 minutes ago:

--general jist of conversation--

Her: Kevvvvvvvvvvvv
Me: What?
HEr: You don't want to get involved with me.
Me: Why?
Her: Cuz I'm a crazy bitch (direct quote)
Me: how so
Her: --anything she could have said didn't matter anyway--

I don't even really care about this kinda shit anymore. I've been just dealing with whatever comes to me, and it actually worked for once, and then it stopped. Oh well.

All I'm saying, welcome to another wonderful part of my life. I'm pretty sure I'll be the best boyfriend some girl has one day, because I'm pretty sure I'm the nicest person in the world. Sure, that's kind of a proud thing to say, but I wouldn't want to be proud about anything else in the world.

Guess who's back...

Well.

Do I have an update for you guys... I am now back in the six three oh. I failed two classes at EIU, and that means my parents are pulling my funds. So I'm back in Lombard going to COD and working for the beloved District 44. We'll see how this all goes. I want to be back at EIU by Fall '06.

Later.

Ke\/in.

Sox Game.

So...

Sox Game. They Won. One to nothing. What the fuck. Now, don't get me wrong, I was rooting for them and all. They played well. But one, nothing? Are you joking? Anyway. Congrats Sox fans. Cubbies... next year.

--And on a lighter note.--

mr d cast: so is your college going nuts with the sox game?
FrEEsTylefatASS: yes
mr d cast: we've already had tear gas and pepper spray used, a car flipped over, and a fire started and two motorcycles ruined
mr d cast is away at 1:03:02 AM.

The Update from SIU Carbondale.

Ke\/.'/\/

Summing up the time off of blogging.

Fndrbassplyr: i was comming home from work at about 330...ish

Auto response from FrEEsTylefatASS: Stizzered in class. Good.

Fndrbassplyr: and i saw your clone
Fndrbassplyr: and he has the same style as you do
Fndrbassplyr: the same fuckin style
Fndrbassplyr: he was wearing an orange shirt with a white hat
Fndrbassplyr: i was sorry that i didnt get to see his pants
Fndrbassplyr: its scary how much alike you two are
Fndrbassplyr signed off at 4:06:20 PM.

Ummm, I promise that I'll start blogging again?

Sorry but...

I was going to post something very long and detailed about what has happened to me since I last posted. But right now, after having a lengthy debate with my parents about my Spring 2005 grades from the College of Denial (not just a river :-) ), I am left tired. So I can't tell you all about great nights like "Carson's Graduation Party and the Birth of Tent Ball" or "Paul's Graduation and Tent Ball Recall". Or the latest installment of Kevin's called "Evening Cloud Watching at Jim's". You'll just have to wait.

Good Night.

Ke/\in <-on purpose. Dick.

PS: Listen to The Mars Volta. Impressive. Tremendous.

Away Message Conversation #6.1205

Xo JeLy oX: dude, i gotta know, i do u keep signing on and off

Auto response from FrEEsTylefatASS: OOT... or out.. if you're retarded...

Xo JeLy oX: ah
Xo JeLy oX: oh, i meant y do u keep...nm...ur not even there

Actually, a really good weekend.

This past weekend was actually rather nice.

Friday: Finished class at noon. Played nine holes of Frolf with Tim. Lost one of my discs in a tree. :-( Went to GEHS Prom with a girl who wasn't afraid to make it known to me that she would rather have gone with someone else. Sorry for saying yes when YOU asked ME and ruining your night. That's alright though, because I had fun anyway. I got to hang out and dance with all of my friends with or without her. After the dance we went to dinner at some fantastic restaurant called Ballo. The food was delicious, even though my date was still being a bitch. When you're sharing food, why would you let the other person order food that you don't like? I don't know, ask her. One of the more wonderful things of the evening came when we got to the hotel. You see, two of the girls in our group that night are so against drinking that we couldn't even try and sneak anything in without them knowing, so we were all gearing up for an even of "sober fun," which only exists in a place we like to call Dreamland. Anyway, those of us that would have loved to drink that night were ready to not have any fun at the hotel, when we found out that the people who had the room in between our two rooms had a fridge full of ____. Long story short, I didn't end the evening quite as pissed as I was throughout most of it. Myself, Jim, and Liz had to leave early because of shit that needed to be done on Saturday morning, I didn't even say good bye to my date, nor did I want to.

Saturday: I woke up. My parents left for Indianapolis. I relaxed. Then I tried to go to Jim's game with Liz, but on the way to Bensenville, we saw the GE Sports buses driving the opposite direction and decided to turn back. We then went to Jim's, had some pizza, then went to the commons with Tim to play some more Frolf. I didn't lose any discs. Then we went back to Jim's to play Horseshoes, Bachi Ball, eat hot dogs, and wait for everyone from the prom group that was still downtown to return to the area. We then went to a party at Matt Beck's house.

Sunday: Slept until 3:30 pm. Had Liz and Tim over for a little bit. Then we had a bonfire at Jim's house. I got to jump on his trampoline (sp*). I way happy.

Monday: Was woke up at 12 noon to play Frolf with Tim and J. That was fun. I sucked it up all over the Madison Meadows 18 Hole Course. Tim lost a disc and started bitching. I think he's over it now. Tim, Jim, and I then went to Paul's for a BBQ and some more Bachi Ball. We had to leave in the middle of all that fun to go and bowl for the league. Then we went back to Paul's and Tim and I went in the hot tub while Jim lost his money in poker, when we got out, Tim started playing and I have no idea how well he did.

Thank you for joining me on my wonderful weekend.

Somebody hates me...

Reel Big Fish - Somebody Hates Me

Wow, so all of a sudden, a person who I'm nothing but a good friend to, hates me. I love how this shit works. I can break my fucking back for this kid, and he can't even bring himself to even tell me to my face. This is how I had to find out.

--Names left out for obvious reasons, but I'm pretty sure people will know who I speak of, sorry buddy. :-( --

So this kid lives with a person I've been friends with since preschool. And two Fridays ago, I dropped by the house (which is pretty usual, I hadn't gone there and visited either of them for a while, so I wanted to) to see if either of them wanted to go out for a bite to eat. I saw both of their cars there, and since I know that both of them drive themselves just about anywhere they go, I figured they'd be home. I rang the doorbell. No answer. I called the house. No answer. I called both their cell phones. One has been disconnected, and the other, no answer. So then I figured, maybe they're asleep, which was a definite possibility, and went to the back door, which happens to have a window in it that allows me to see directly into the basement where they both reside.

I knock on the back door. I knock on the thick ass glass window that creates a sound that can be heard anywhere in the basement. Still... No answer. Then I look in the window, and actually see the one who (now) hates me walking around down there. I don't care who you are, that's balls. Then, I figured oh well, clearly they don't want me around, so I called one more time to make sure I wasn't dead, and still no answer. So I did what every kid my age does after something like that. I went home and went online.

Got home. Got online. Saw that both of them were on (WOW!). Then asked the more mentally stable of the two (the one that has always lived there) what the deal was. He told me that the other was dead. Which is typical of the person I was talking to. Well, either way, I eventually went out to eat with the one that doesn't hate me, we had Culver's and it was yummy, and found out that the other person hates me.

I just would like to say that lately I've been nothing but great to this kid. He had the shittiest week anyone would even imagine for an 18-19 year old kid. The week after, when he decided he wanted to start going to class again, I gave him a ride every day. Not that it's a huge inconvenience for me, but I could have said no. I also give this kid no end of praise for how good his music is. It seriously is good, I wasn't just being nice to him. Now, I wish I had been lying, because then he would feel just like I would. I don't think he understands how it really feels to have no idea why someone hates you.

Maybe he just shruggs it off and doesn't give a shit. Either way, I've tried to be a good friend with him since about 8th Grade. Granted, I've done some stupid shit that has pissed him off, but I've also worked my hardest to make shit better. You can't just shrugg it off when someone who you've known so well for so long just up and starts hating you.

If you have read this. You know who you are, and I don't even have to worry about name dropping, and I hope that no one drops the name in the Comments Department. If you ever want to show me another one of your songs, don't. If you ever want to talk about things, just to vent or whatever, don't. From that Friday and on, I officially don't give a shit about anything you do. And as I'm quite sure you know, that's a little drastic for me. But I don't care. I'll never talk to you again, and you never IM me looking for the musical praise that you want, because I'm done.

It always burns inside when someone you thought you knew turns out completely different in a negative way.

Alright, I'm done bitching. Sorry to everyone that enjoys my happy bloggings, but this one had to be made.

Later.

Kevin.

PS: Oh yeah, and I hope your move goes just as well as your brother's did, how long did he last down there? I can't fucking remember, but I know it wasn't long. Parallel Lives.

Four... Twenty.

Sorry? :-)

Update from Chris in Sicily

"Sicilian chicks are hot...but rude. That's o-tay, I pee pee'd all over one of their statues."

God speed, Christopher.

Update. As opposed to downdate.

Lately things have been going really well.

One: I got accepted into EIU, EIU's College of Music, and awarded a sholarship to attend the EIU College of Music. I'm pretty psyched. St. Jimmy Huetson is going to be my roommate and there's nothing that anyone can do about it.

Two: I think I'm finally mustering up the strength to ask out this one girl from my Music Theory class. She's super fantastic, and smokin' hot, too. So I'll keep all my fans (thanks for caring, Bill) posted on how that goes.

That's about it for now. I'll probably post again soon.

Later.

Ke\/in

Moments of Pure Genius With Leesah!

Soybella753: omg i just did a really cool thing on my ball thing
Soybella753: shit it kinda hurts
Soybella753: but so worth it
Soybella753: i can make myself in a ball like doing a backbend and grabbing my ankles.. yay.. see i need to go out tonight

HERE IT IS... THE FINAL ANSWER

I figured it out. My problem. Well, at least one of them. Here goes.

When talking to a specific girl online, I find that since I generally have time to collect all of my thoughts before writing something to her, I have this uncanny (at least I think/hope so) ability to be funny, confident, flirtatious, etc. But as soon as I get face to face with her, or any girl for that matter, I fall apart and suck at everything. I don't know why this is, but it sucks regardless. I'm sure this is something that every guy finds they can do in the online world as opposed to the real world. But shit, man. It just sucks.

The other problem is that I don't really know how to fix this problem to the point where I'm top of the line on both regards (for me, anyways). If that means thinking every word through before I say them, that leads to lots of pauses in real life conversation. Then I'd just look like a dumbass.

It's definitly one of those situations where I unknowingly made the mistake of become friends with a girl that I really liked without showing interest in that respect. On the other hand, isn't that what you're fucking supposed to do? I don't know. I'm not really asking for advice, because I know that all people will tell me is to calm down and act natural, but that doesn't fucking work. Everyone's always telling me to not let it get to me, or not to care. It does get to me, I do care. Call me a complainer, but I'm 19 years old, and I've never actually had any sort of relationship. The only one I have had doesn't count, because it was real and local for about six days, and then became a long distance BS relationship that was all in my head. Bottom line, I cared for her twenty or so times more than she cared for me. (Read back about 8 months, you'll find it.)

Okay, I'm done complaining about how I can't get girls. I'll just keep thinking what I always am told to think about the situation. College (REAL COLLEGE, NOT COD) will be better.

Take care of yourself by not thinking too much.

Ke\/in.

Giggity Giggity Giggity!

Which Family Guy character are you?

Welcome to MSN.com

drummer4life x: there in lies a nother problem
drummer4life x: $$$$$ hates u
FreestyleFat Ass: ?
drummer4life x: because you left him alone that one night when $$$$$$$ got drunk
drummer4life x: downstairs
drummer4life x: now before we go into this
drummer4life x: do u have any black lights

EMO QUOTE TIME

So I recently went out and bought "Let it Enfold You" by Senses Fail, which is an excellent album. The next day, the self titled debut from Straylight Run was given to me because he who originally owned it didn't want it. It's actually quite good, even if I was phunned out (if you know me, you know what that means, if not, ask) when I listened to it.

Since I was so impressed with Straylight Run, the band that rose from the ashes of Taking Back Sunday, I will now quote two of their songs which had some of the most moving lyrics (awwww, Kevin's getting all mushy on us...) I have ever heard.

so, sing me something soft,
sad and delicate.
or loud and out of key,
sing me anything.
Straylight Run - Existentialism on Prom Night (Most insane name for a song... EVER.)

...and...

so if you made it,
just be glad that you did and stay there.
if you ever feel loved or needed,
remember that you're one of the lucky ones.
Straylight Run - The Perfect Ending

Thus concludes EMO lyric day. I'm gonna go listen to Pantera and clense my soul. Actually, I'm still feeling EMO, so I suppose I'll just pop Straylight Run in and fall asleep.

Good Night.

Ke\/in

PS: Ms. Cain, if you read this anytime Thursday, call me at home, regarding Friday.

...English... blegh.

So, I'm sitting here in the lab for my English 102 Honors class. I currently have nothing to do. Why? Because I love floppy disks that love to lose my shit, that's why. I have tried this piece of shit disk in just about every computer surrounding me, and for some reason, these things like to think that it's un-formatted.

God bless technology.

Last week I got really sick and missed two days of school, that sucked. This week Chris came home for some leave before he's deployed to probably the Mediterranean Sea. Good times, we went and saw Constantine which was actually pretty damn good. It kinda made me feel like Catholicism is finally trying to make a comeback.

I am hungry, so I'm probably gonna go get a bowl of cheese broccoli soup, mmmmmmmm mmm. Alright, good bye for now. Bill Jagnow, Rick Bach, and Mike Else would greatly profit spiritually from posting to their blogs, and so would I.

Piece.

Ke\/in