Paul (again) putting the moves on an opponent, who, after seeing Paul play, simply falls to the ground.
Good Times.

Paul gritting his teeth in fury.
Good Times.

Paul making the most awkward kick in the world... and some small Mexican kid loving every second of his existance.
Good Times.

That was a (not so) crazy game of poker...

Song: That Was a Crazy Game of Poker - OAR

So tonight was unannounced poker night. Meaning - I played a pickup game with Paul, Bob, and Paul's little brother Spaniel (Danny... but his nick-name is much more fitting). I didn't do so hot, only coming out a dollar ahead. Spaniel finally shed his beginner's luck and joined the ranks of the losers in poker when he lost it all gradually and not on a really good hand or anything. Paul came out four bucks ahead, and Bob broke even. So we were all happy. Except Spaniel of course.. he went to bed.

I had a dream about Kelly last night. And Paul really put it in perspective. The dream like, started with me looking up at her as she was on like a higher level of someplace (places are always very shady and blurry in my dreams... not that they look blurry, just that I can't really remember where it happened). Anyway, it looked like the back room of Babies R Us, except much bigger. And I saw her talking to other people I knew up on what seemed like a loft or something. Then she saw me and came down and we talked, I don't remember what happened next, but then we were kissing, real passionatly too, good stuff... for a dream.

When I told Paul this, I realized that it was a good idea for him to take English 4 AP. He really did hit the nail on the head. He said, "She was higher up on that loft or whatever, because she, like, treated you that way, as if she was on a higher level." Now I'm not saying that's how it was from her perspective, I'm just saying, that's how it felt to me, and it's pretty cool to know that my (one's) dreams can dig that deep.

It was one of the first dreams that I've had in a while.

The dream also got me thinking (as I so often do) about the topic I constantly come back to. I always think that I need/want/really want/need a girlfriend. I get to thinking that I am desperate. I really don't think that I am... because I'm not going around begging for chicks and shit like that. Then about this time, I have to take my brother Chris's advice and, "don't worry about it, because once you stop worrying about it, and stop caring, that's when it happens."

GOD DAMNIT.

I wish it were that easy to, "Just let go..." but it's not. People always say you learn a lot about yourself and relationships in general after your first significant other... but how can I learn these things if I never have one...

Okay, I'm done complaining... sorry you had to witness that... I'm gonna go get some sleep, you should too, it's probably late.

Later.

FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?

FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?

kearinisu: no

kearinisu: not at all

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FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?

SaxyMatt2001: .....jeez.. I just don't .... YES!

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FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?

QuitJobMakeMusic: Garage would probably work

QuitJobMakeMusic: I'll have to find a heater if it's freezing.

FreestyleFat Ass: shit, i forgot about that weather factor..

QuitJobMakeMusic: We can warm that shit up

QuitJobMakeMusic: No problem

**Funny sidenote.. Rick completely disregarded my question and continued talking about band practice on Sunday**

FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?

OxFoOLiShGirLxO: what?

OxFoOLiShGirLxO: where does that come from?

OxFoOLiShGirLxO: what do i look like some kind of whore??????

OxFoOLiShGirLxO: god what do u think i am

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FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?

XoPepsiGirlyoX: ....ummm

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FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?

Dnznmeegs26: e ithinkg

Dnznmeegs26: ???

Dnznmeegs26: sure

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FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?

fergyturd140 is no longer idle at 10:29:08 PM.

fergyturd140: ....together?

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FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?

M r D c A s T: ummm...... alright

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FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?
Zguy876: nope

Zguy876: sorry about that

And the winner...

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FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?

Jims725870: i could go for some sweet nasty lovin right now

Jims725870: sure

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Jim wins this little contest because he takes time to think and reassure himself that he in fact wants to have sex with me... which, if it weren't Jim... would be kinda gay.. but it is Jim.. and I mean, come on... look at him (picture below)... he's got a beard.

Anberlin - Cold War Transmissions

okay, for the sake of getting this whole post out of my head and not letting anything stop me.. all punctuation and capitalization rules no longer apply...

i went to nintendo fusion tour last night with adam "rizzy" bolur. bands and kevin's review, in order of appearance..
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1. Anberlin - actually, for a non-screamo band on a predominatly screamo tour... pretty fuckin' good. a few things, however, threw me off... the drummer, while very good and rockin on his minimalistic set (bass, snare, floor tom, hihats, and two large crash cymbals, one doubling as a ride), the drummer was a bit of an over the top head banger... he banged his head so hard, that it seemed that he was hitting another drum (or his snare, even) with his fucking head. banging my head that hard.. would hurt.. and even permanently damage my brain. the other thing that threw me off about this band, was that the singer.. while also very good, carried himself like he was a girl. almost like an 80s pop band singer. he wore tight girlish jeans too... which only hurt his case. very good with high notes, not as much screaming as i'd like... but good none the less... songs good, stage presense.. good, one 80s cover that i didn't recognize.. but that's okay... i like covers...
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2. My Chemical Romance - wow, they fucking suck. i mean, they were good enough to keep me watching, which isn't saying much because i wasn't about to leave my seat to go and play nintendo games that were too hard to figure out in the lobby. the singer thought he was really cool, screaming at random points in songs, and sucking horribly... he hit the notes, but the words were stupid and meaningless... FUCK MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE. there i said it, people seemed to like them... WHY?! i can't see it... the singer looks like edward scissor hands without the scissor hands.. not a good look.. fucking goth wannabe's...
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3. Lostprophets - holy shit. the reason i came to this show in the first place... making my $25 totally worth every penny... not to mention the $15 i spent on a shirt... they played the first two songs ("We Still Kill the Old Way" and "To Hell We Ride") off their newest album (Start Something) and nailed every vocal harmony... every scream/sing unison... every riff and fill... god damn... not to mention the rest of the set, including their hits, "Last Train Home", and "Wake Up (Make a Move)" and the entire floor area jumping in unison and totally loving every second of the music they play. They then played their lightest song on the album, and everyone still loved it... "Last Summer" is the name of that one.. hopefully it'll get big and become a graduation song all over america.. (hear that GE?... get to work) they then moved to my favorite song, "Start Something" for the people in the pit... and it fuckin worked, it made me want to run in there and kill someone... i was loving every second of it. Then they played another great fuckin' song called "Burn Burn" which got the crowd involved during the breakdown when they got us all to chant, "Burn burn, for us, for them, for you." tasty. They closed with an older song of their's called, "Shinobi vs. Dragon Ninja" and good lord.. let me tell you, this song.. fucking awesome... everyone on the floor was moving, even if they hadn't heard the song... or hadn't even been there to see the lostprophets... the whole floor was into them and they held the audience in the palm of their hands.. astonishing..
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Last but definitly not least...
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4. Story of the Year - these guys know how to put on a show. they do back flips off of amps, they swing their guitars around their entire bodies and then continue playing them... at one point.. the two guitarists even took their guitars off and threw them from one side of the stage to the other guitarist on the other side. they both caught each other's guitar and continued playing the song.. i shat myself... they did a cover section where they played snipits of other songs.. and that was really good.. spanning from rage to the goo goo dolls.. their hits, "Anthem of Our Dying Day" and "Until the Day I Die" (coincidence? i think not) were also awesome... they even played what seemed to be a ballad, "Sidewalks"... all very great songs... they closed with my favorite song of theirs.... "In the Shadows" a very good choice... i left that concert with a very high opinion of Story of the Year... can't wait to see them again.
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Same thing with the Lostprophets.

I made this picture for my profile pic... but I can't think of any other way to make it go in there than to post it... so yeah... me in a snowstorm... wtf..
Good Times.

Hey everyone! Look! It's mother fucking Jim Huetson. Looks like this photo posting nonsense really works.
Good Times.

NEW TEMPLATE BITCHES

New template... it took me way too long to figure out how to get my god damn link/myshit bars on the side of this fucking thing.. but i really wanted comments... so fuckin' comment on this shit.

So yeah... my net is going slower than molasses in January. Anyway.

Everything in my life is going pretty damn good. Buncha people came home last weekend for Homecoming... seeing all of them makes me yearn to go away to college even more than I already do... all the stories... all the chicks... all the... booze... oh man. I want that! Why not me?!

Got to hang out and party with Tim a great deal. Not having him around kinda sucks. It's weird. He's always had his locker next to me, and I could always count on him being in band or something with me... but not this year. I'm stuck with a bunch of people older than me whose skills rival that of 2nd graders who have just been handed an assortment of shakers and other hand percussion. I would step up and offer to help some of these guys, but I really don't think it's my place. Needless to say, I'll only be spending one semester in this performance group. Small group jazz (which is basically me and this other kid my age on bass jamming with a bunch of old jazz cats, really good times.. I love it) class is going really well. Even though the other drummer in that group sucks ass, too.

--Drummers that happen to read this.--

Does a normal jazz drummer throw down a heavy four on the floor and play the "ding--jock-uh ding" ride pattern throughout an entire song?

--None drummers.--

Should morons that can only play loud and obnoxiously be aloud in a jazz combo?

--Everyone in unison now...--

NO!

In other snooze, the van has been done away with. It was a bittersweet farewell though. That thing had been a champ for all 11 years that we've owned it. Sending it away with 128,000 miles on its back. It's been to Wyoming and back. Grand Canyon and back. Florida and back twice. Niagara Falls and back. Washington DC and back twice. And countless times that thing has been driven to Green Bay and Detroit. Even many times back and forth between EIU and other colleges. A fuckin' champ. El Diablo Rojo. Or as Pat called it. The Sin Bin, will live on in our hearts forever.

But, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I have a new (well, new to me anyway) car. You see... my dad bought a slightly used '97 Chrystler Concorde, and I am now the proud owner of his old '99 Chevy Malibu.

I'm a big happy guy, in a quick little car.

Listen to the new Green Day album. I give it a 9/10.