Daily routine

Was just thinking about something, military rules of daily life... customs and courtesies, if you will. I noticed an interesting no win formula that is pretty accurate. It seems that your superiors will always talk down to you and you have to react while abiding to a couple disciplinary customs. You cant disagree because then you would be talking back which will just prove them right, that you suck. They are always right... observe these simple facts:

a = superior tell you that you suck
b = you will always agree with them
c = if your superior knows you suck, they will tell you
d = you must always respond, otherwise its rude which is a level of insubordination

lets make this a ROUTINE!!

tellSuck = superiors tell you that you suck
iAgree = you will always agree
iSuck = you will be told you suck if your sup thinks you do
yesSir = you must always acknowledge their statements


sub dailyLife ( )

dim yesSir = true, tellSuck = true, iAgree = true, iSuck = true, yesSir = true

Label goodMorning
if
tellSuck = true
then Do While iSuck=true
if yesSir= true, iAgree ( iSuck( ) )

Loop
GoTo goodMorning

end sub



Master: "Grovel,"

Grovel: "IM SORRY, IM SORRY, MASTER!"

Master: "Get up! Now... grovel,"

Grovel: "IM SORRY, IM SORRY, MASTER!"

Master: "Get up! Now... grovel,"

Lol... they sent the link out at work today. Where's Waldo??

Some thoughts concerning women

This is actually a reply to a blog from one of my myspace friends. I wante dto share this because it might help some people understand me with how I act when I go out on the town when dealing with women. I dont think this is very well written, but its a rant, so that shouldn't matter.

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I dont think of only sex. Not anymore, Ive given up on it. Its actually not anywhere in my courting process. Honest. I've decided that the type of girl that would put out early in a relationship or prior to a relationship is also the same girl that will ultimately either fuck me over or go stupid on me.

I used to be chivalrous. I used to be the nice guy. And we all know how that turned out. Then I was the asshole. I no longer trusted women. Sex was the first priority. I did that for a while, had my fun and was left unfulfilled. Then I found someone, spent 4 and half years with her and never slept with her that whole time because it conflicted with her religion (premarital sex) and Im ok with that. Loved her more than anything. Her senior year at ASU, she met someone else and decided to marry him. Again I lose.

I am no loser. I think i'm a decent looking guy. I'm fun. I'm easy going. I have a lot going for me as far as the normal ins and outs of life go. I dont have trouble finding a girl, but ive recently chosen not to [find one]. I have a lot of friends. Blah blah so this isn't a plea for nice guys, because most 'nice guys' are pussies. ANyway....

Nowadays this is where I stand. I dont fucking care. I dont care how hot you are, I dont care whether or not you're gonna have sex with me now, in a while or ever. I dont care if you party, smoke or what-the-fuck-ever. I'm not going to hit on you. I'm not going to go out of my way to make you happy. I'm not going coax you into dressing sexier, having dinner with me. I have no interest in making a conscious effort to "further" my status with you. I'm not going to 'do' much of anything! I could go on for days on WHY this is, and its probably not what you think.

However, I WILL talk with you. I will go out with you or meet up with you somewhere. Help you if you ask for it. I will be truthfully fucking honest with you. I will be a friend first. I will hope first not that I like you, or that you like me— only that we dont hate each other. I will go with the flow.

This may seem scatter-brained, but thats how I feel about the whole subject. Women in general are just as much a fake bag of shit as we men are. I'm not going to defend either side or justify anything. Sarah, you're very attractive so you're going to rock the laws of probability when dealing with the decentGuy/Dirtbag thing. Going lesbian isn't necessarily an answer to it all, I think its a cop out. But I do feel your frustration.

Where you get fed up with these "typical" guys trying to get up on you, trying to impress you in the lameass traditional way of flexing those arms and that wallet or revving that engine or other means of exercising their testosterone; I get fed up with women dressing like whores and trying to filter out the average joe schmoe in attempts to find that guy I just described. Shallow, excessive, whorish, hedonistic bitches. All they want is to have fun. Every form of fun and nothing else. These people end up spoiling themselves and nothing is good enough anymore. Like 98% of the women I talk to are just like this. Its exhausting. Of course I love a good time, but thats not everything that I am. I also like to do things that better myself— You know what? I'm not even going to continue with that, because this isn't about me.

Here are my quick simple points and I'm off:
- Not all men are shitty. Dont judge us by our worse specimens. I know you get a lot of them, but its like beer. You gotta drink through the head to get the good stuff. Or learn how to pour it better. lol No, really...

- I agree with you on the side rant about the under 18 girls. nuff said.

- No i dont hate women now and i'm not going gay. i wouldn't even consider myself bitter, just weathered. i dont think you should either. :)

- You make it sound like you deal with this on a minute by minute basis. thats so lame. i hope that changes for you. especially if it really is that bad.

I'm off... if youve read all the way to the end of this, i'm flattered, impressed and surprised and I hope you choose to reply. If not... well, cool whatever. late

jeremy

My deep dark secret

Someone tell me what wrong with this picture...



I never fail! hahaha.... there's an actual simple story behind why i failed, but i still thought this was hilarious. If you know me, i'm sure you agree. Anyway, this will be the thing that comes back to cut me down when i'm finished becoming the next bill gates. weee! hahaha

Beauty

From time to time I stop to think about the bigger picture. The city i live in, the country i grew up in, the earth that nurtures me, and the universe that elludes me. It is in these thoughts that I come to understand beauty in its best example, unconditional.

I stop to think about areas of the world that still have bright clean sand and shore an enormous blue sea. So large that you cant see where it ends, outwards or deepwards. I dont think to myself logically, I dont remember the fact that I KNOW it ends somewhere, I just admire it for what I see. Something with beauty so vast, that it still remains to be one thing that man cannot replicate. Born of chance and time.

I think about the universe so large and unknown. So large that you cant even cope with the concept of where it BEGINS, let alone where it ends. So large that a probe traveling at over 1 million miles per day has just recently left the area where our sun has any physiological influence— 28 years later, and now 8.7 billion miles away from its home. So far for so long and still has about 10 years to enter what we call interstellar space.

I think about uniquity of thought and dreams. How, no matter what our society conditions us to believe, know or prefer, everyone still dreams about unique desires and aspirations— violating everything they know to be "true". Dreams, I think, must be some of the most unconditionally beautiful things conceivable. They know no bounds, push us forward, and inspire us to live... provided of course that never cease to appreciate them.

I laugh at myself as I write this because it seems so hippyish of me. But the truth is, I feel the world has begun lose its sense of what true beauty is. I consider true beauty to be one of those things that you cannot avoid. They are unexplainable phenomena that will always take your breath away. You cant avoid these things, they dont grow old and wrinkle or wither away or die. You didn't make these things with your hands or buy them at a store, or meet them in a bar. They are just beautiful, amazing things plain and simple... as it were.

There's a scene at the end of The Shawshank Redemption where Red meets Andy on the beach. At this point, the entire past 40 years of their lives finally have meaning. They are redeemed as living, breathing, intelligent people with dreams and hopes that— no matter how hard they tried, the harsh prison life couldnt take it from them. As the camera zooms out, it shows them hugging in reunion with an empty beach and a endless blue ocean for them to live out the rest of their lives. Everytime I watch this movie, that scene reminds of how much life there still is to be lived. No matter how much I've been through, no matter how much I know, or seen, or dreamed, there is so much more waiting to be discovered. Life isn't limited to the world around you, theres a whole universe of thought and dreams to be adored. And it all starts will appreciating what true beauty real is.

Regret, Subjected

Inspired from a convo with a friend (not quoted):

i've gotten to the point that i dont regret anything i do, honestly. regret, in my opinion is hipocrisy in its not so obvious form. it isn't logical to regret something you CHOSE to do, drunk or sober. When you feel bad about something youve done, its just your "trained" mind reacting to your primal mind.... mind you, while you're drunk you're totally on primal mind...

Regret= and excuse for straying from the person you THINK you are.

You're only going to do one of two things: What you want to do, or what you think is the right thing to do. When you decide to regret something, I think it has little to do with a "bad" decision and everything to do with the actual type of person you are. If you truely didn't want to do something which you CHOSE to do, then you really wouldn't have done it... y'know? Unless you were like hypnotized or something...

Accept that you ARE the DECISIONS you make. There is no wrong decision, only the decision that causes an outcome other than the one you were hoping for. Take your so called regrets and understand that what they actually are, is proof that you need either accept who you really are, or pump up the brainwasing, because the shotty training is shining through.


k? i'm wasted so sry.... =oD

Back to the Future Day!!

50 Years ago on Saturday, November 5th 1955, Doctor Emmett Brown slipped off his toilet while hanging a clock in his bathroom and hit his head. When he came to, he drew the diagram for the Flux-Capacitor; his invention that makes time travel Possible!

Thanks Doc!