- Friday, Saturday, Sunday- Friday the Salukis won over LA-Lafayette in my last SIU moment before I went home. Got home Saturday tired, yet not tired enough not to drive the Pimpala. Slept most of the train ride home, I was awoken by yuppie Champaign folks who wouldn't sit with random people on the train...gosh butch up Chambana people! Saturday night partied with Tony, George, Skinny, Ricky, Amber and her friends and people. I got to drink Vodka for free so yeah, I enjoyed that, I also enjoyed the intoxicated TBK run. I wasn't drunk but I wasn't tipsy, I was a tweener. Sunday I watched the Bears beat the Panthers. GO BEARS!
- Monday was uneventful, um, I'm trying to think as I type, oh yeah I drove to Grayslake with my mom for an inspection. I hate the suburbs, I also hate rand mcnally road maps, they give you half ass directions. I don't trust them much anymore. My roommate saved me from being lost in suburbia. I'll get to him later. Tuesday I worked for my sister's boyfriend and a garbage can fell on my face, ripped my glasses off my face, cut my face, left me lookin like rudolph the red nosed reindeer for a few days, I learned I'm super blind without my glasses. I showed up to work Wednesday, but Bob (my sis' bf) gave everyone the day off. I spent all night with Anna, which it was great seeing her again in person and Rosa who came to pick me up to go see her. It was great talking to them til 3 am, we covered a lot of topics, hell I even signed Anna's yearbook from junior year which suprisingly I never signed. I say suprisingly because that was the year we became real good friends. So yeah, it was original because it was in retrospect, bad ass in my part. Thursday was thanksgiving and I ate well to keep it simple. I spent my Friday cleaning and packing. Saturday I ended up back in Carbondale staying with my guy Marcus. And now it's Sunday night/Monday morning and I'm back to typing. That's my week off!
I love the internet. You can find everything: song lyrics, cheat codes, book reviews, music, sports scores, rumors, innuendo, movie stuff, etc. But what interests me is dating sites and sites that are supposed to connect young people (i.e. Facebook, My Space, Xuqa, Xanga.) What interests me about them is their purpose. Facebook and Xuqa connect you with your classmates and serve as potential random college hookups (though every story I've heard about people hooking up with others on those have been horror stories starring weirdos, stalkers and losers.) My Space got bad because I got sick of all of the "pass this message to twenty people in twenty seconds or you will have no love life forever." Funny thing is I do pass them forward sometimes for fun and yeah, still without my true love and all of those empty promises. Xanga is pretty cool: pictures, music and blogging, it ain't bad. But yeah, here are my random thoughts on Xuqa which is my new internet crack. Yeah, I might have mentioned this before but I don't care right now because I'm tired. So yeah, Xuqa is very much like a dating site, it encourages random hookups, "tickling" as opposed to facebooks "poking", secret admirers, sending gifts and kisses. Questions about turn offs, things you like, if you were on a date, etc. But yeah, still haven't had my random hook up, I'll be waiting idly at my computer, in the mean time I'll be checking my fantasy football, basketball and hockey teams, reading the papers in Chicago and updating my life on the blog....Interesting, you tell girls you're a virgin, its like they applaud you for not being a man whore and its kinda ya know a respecting thing, but you tell the guys and you take hell for not being super pimp, I'm sooo confused....speaking of women, i've made an interesting move. As you may or may not know, since the thing with that internet girlfriend failed me (thanks roomie for the biggest failure in a hook up since McNair passed it to Kevin Dyson and he came up one yard short) I put myself into retirement from the chase. It just hurt too much, but once again, even though I saw it coming it still hurt because somewhere, I let myself be had to the point where maybe for once I could believe or I could be going through a good luck period. Neither happened and yeah, that's that. Well anyways, solidifying the end of the chase is me growing out my beard. Yes, I'm repping the old man look, but I'll make sure to keep it relatively clean. I'm tired of chasing girls, especially when a majority of them are too superficial for me. So this is the deal I won't shave until I get a girlfriend, I have to shave for a job, or until new years day (which would symbolize a fresh start for a new year) even though every year I make the same resolutions and they never work out. So yeah, oh and the other message I'm sending out to girls is that if you don't like me for me then you ain't worth my time, if you can't get past a bit of facial hair, then you must be a bit superficial....speaking of New Year's Resolutions, I went back to my earlier blog from LAST year to see what they were and if I accomplised anything I set myself to do this year. Do Better at School I'd rather not talk about my grades except the A I'm getting in my english class, though last semesters grades KICKED TOTAL ASS! Be a Better Person well lets see, um, that was supposed to be the kinder gentler Lou. Yeah, well still the nice guy, though I've been bitter for quite some time when it comes to women. Get a job at school yeah, unless being unemployed IS a job, then yeah, I failed at that one too. I Want to Forgive and Forget yeah, well let's see. The bitch from Sex and The City Put it in the best way: How can you forgive when you can really never forget. Seriously, you can always forgive, on a surface level only of course, because you will never forget. I do not know ONE PERSON who has completely forgotten something they want to forget (no matter how drunk they got, they were always reminded the next day so throw that idea out of the window)! So yeah, that failed I guess. Go out and get laid read above, and read other blogs where I tussle with myself about wanting to lose my virginity, waiting for a decent girl to lose it too, waiting til I'm in an actual relationship, and yeah, I'm a super virgin so yeah....NEXT! The final one: Find me a good girl well that one has come with mixed results. I've found me PLENTY of good girls. However, none of them have an interest in me in the way I'd like them to, so once again, just a friend! Damn, reminds me of a song I used to like that I want to listen to now, I gotta find it! Oh actually the last one was be myself, I guess I succeeded at that....Since I left The 'Dale, C-Dale, Carbon-deezy, Salukiville, whatever you call it, me and my roomie are still in the same situation. Looks like he'll be going in for the kill soon. Too bad I have nothing on him to make a move myself, though nothing would make me happier to get the girl that EVERYONE on the floor wants (and there's more competition off the floor with other guys on campus and even more not even in the city limits.) So basically, I'm shit out of luck, I'm hopin if I can't get her, maybe she can introduce me to friends of hers that are cute like her, fun like her, single like her, interested in me (she ain't interested in me like that, so yeah.)
In a segment that is very much like the old "articles" I used to write in high school, I end with a final thought. This final thought is on the Laffy Taffy song. It is intruiging to say the least. You either hate it or love it, its been a good year for songs like that (such as anything by Gwen Stefani, the Trapped in the Closet Saga for examples.) But yeah, its a good beat with a catchy lil' bit of wording, but yeah, IT SUCKS! Its a song suckfest, but you can't hate cuz them guys are getting a lot of airplay, a lot of attention (whether it be bad or good, attention is attention), and of course they put twista on the remix, so that makes it bearable. So yeah, Laffy Taffy, hate it or love it. Okay, it has my attention because of the line: "Gurlz call me Jolly Rancher Cuz I stay so hard You can suck me for a long time Oh my god!" This line makes me think of Chris Rock when he says "it's hard these days to defend rap music." It is, rap music was easy to defend in the 80s with Grandmaster Flash's the Message and Run DMC. Hell, I could defend Eminem, Jay-Z, T.I., edgier rappers like that. Kanye, Common, Talib Kweli, Mos Def can defend themselves with their own lyrics. But I can't defend the Ying Yang Twins' Whisper Song, David Banner's Play, anything by 3-6 Mafia, or this damn Laffy Taffy song. This is the lyrical genius that gets signed to record deals while I have something to say about things and I'd be put off to the side because I wouldn't be rapping about coke, guns, blunts, 40s and bitches. I'd be rapping about the ever-elusive truth! The truth people don't wanna hear about, but hey, their loss right? Between gurls "call me jolly rancher cuz i stay so hard, Wait til you see my dick, finger fuck your pussy like you want some girl," and Paul Wall who all his raps are about his nice cars, and Mike Jones' self absorbed raps; I think me, my roommate, and our friends nate and steve could be a damn formidable rap group. I could be the one who brings the truth, my roommate can rap about cars, steve can rap about being a country boy and nate can rap about being a preppy boy. We'd be great! All I need is some beats from Kanye, Dr. Dre, Lil' Jon, Scott Storch, Timbaland, Just Blaze, Pharrell, DJ Smurf aka Mr. Collipark and guest appearances by Kanye, Twista, Cam'ron, Jay-Z, Nas, The Game, Common, Ludacris, T.I., Eminem and Lil' Wayne, oh yeah and Kells cuz he could bring some girls that are my age (17-19 kells) and then we can have a party and a hit record. Oh yeah and I gotta do a track with the Clipse. But yeah, its like Chris Rock said again "If the beats alright, we can dance all night." That's all it seems to be sometimes. Gotta love those real life rappers, ones that actually have lyrical talent.
On that note, good night til tomorrow!