Why I'm Cooler Than You

Hello, Goodbye, Hello Again. That's that. And so on. Now I'm here and what's next? I have no idea. It has been a weird summer, in terms of a good/bad or fun/shitty ratio Id say the latter of both categories is slightly higher. Ive learned a lot though, I feel smarter, I feel brighter, I feel wittier, I feel more self aware-er, I just feel all around better-er about most things. I've rediscovered comic books for instance. Though, Ive been trying to avoid the geeky social stigma which surrounds them by referring to them as "graphic novels" and/or continually reminding myself that literary critics have awarded them some pretty prestigious honors. Who am I kidding? It's a comic book. Next thing you know I'll be defending World of Warcraft as being a landmark in role playing games and a great way to use the internet as a new medium for developing a community-based environment. Mind you dear readers, if I ever reach that level of social retardation/geeklihood please come find me and repeatedly place your fist forcefully and directly on my face until I concede that I have completely lost my will to live. Seriously.

Besides rediscovering dorky childhood practices, Ive become much more prolific in my song-writing, reading (not only comics), and writing. I suppose this can be seen from a few of my past entries. Speaking of which, the tone of my entries is going to be much more pleasant and less depressing/melodramatic. Im making a conscious effort to not feel as insane as I have for the past month and a half. I promise.

I recently saw the movie Repo Man on ONDemand. Let me tell you, that was the single most insane film I have ever witnessed. I highly suggest it to any shitty film connoisseur or cult movie maniac. It's definitely unique, it involves a repossession agency that hires Emilio Estevez and leads to an alien conspiracy involving a government agent who bares a striking resemblance to Isaac Asimov and a car which flies and looks like it was dumped in four tons of highlighter ink. Yeah, its pretty ill.

Continuing with the theme of dork-dom, I went to Lazer Gate on Friday with an old friend. I met some new kids and saw some others who I had met before but had the sincere pleasure of hanging out with again. It was a really fun night. Lazer Gate if mighty intense for those of who who haven't experienced it or have forgotten. I certainly would like to go again, especially with the femmes/dudes who I went into battle with this past Friday.

In other news, I was given the opportunity to work as a security guard for Nike from late Sunday night to early Monday morning. I will be staking watch over 10,000 pounds of Nike Equipment at an undisclosed location. Stay the fuck away because they gave me a gun and a license to kill...no joke. Supposedly it's the same gun that they gave to Tiger Woods, Lance Armstrong, and Adam Nelson. That would seem to explain why Nike sponsored athletes always seem to win everything.

Well, it's 12:24 AM and today has effectively turned into tomorrow, Saturday has become Sunday. I had a very busy Saturday night, you should all be jealous. I came home from the CoUNTry Club soaking wet after being hit by what seemed to be the Storm of the Century, I read some of a comic book, I went and did work for my summer class, I came back home and continued working, then I started blogging this and updating my Music Myspace. Now, after I finish writing this I will be reading some more of a graphic novel and resting my weary head to sleep while I hope and pray (well, not pray) that my summer will take a turn for the better. I think it may be starting to finally, granted it is almost over. I bet you're all jealous of how cool my night was. It shows how sweet of a brah I actually am. Like wow, I'm so cool. Like seriously, I think I might be the dopest dude in the world. Like no one could be cooler at all. Like even dry ice doesn't stand a chance against my coolness.

I know that you're saying, "Shut the hell up you comic reading, blog writing, lazer tagging, haiku poeming, nerfherdingassholedickheadedretardedfuckingsnotrocketing dork." Well, sticks and stones may break my bones but words will make me jump off the Braga Bridge. So remember that dear readers.

By the way, I was kidding about the Nike Gun. If you do come to rob me though, I hope you know that would be like THE biggest dickhead move of all time.

But now, I must make like a tree and bounce. Aloha.