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This is me. I use LiveJournal like any normal journal or diary. So these are my thoughts, feelings, wishes, and hopes. I mostly air my dirty laundry here, and I tend to get a little too in detail with some of my personal life, so if you don't want to hear those things, then don't fuckin' read it.

Drop me a line at bodyart_7@hotmail.com. I'm also available on MSN/Yahoo: bodyart_7

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May. 8th, 2005 @ 11:56 pm Exit Sully. Enter Hyde.
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: Hello, Mr. Hyde...
Current Music: Whatever.
It's been a while since I last updated, a lot of things have happened.

Let's start with the last entry...
I'm totally over Nicki. I still think about her sometimes, but it doesn't bother me. I don't care. But I'd rather not talk to her.

Cassie and I ended up dating for about a month and a half. My whole "no sex" policy didn't hold up. I slept with her the first night we were going out (actually, I asked her out afterwards, but...).

...And that relationship went down the shitter too.

Things were really good. She WAS different from all the other girls I've dated. She was nice, she's pretty. She wasn't a stupid, antagonizing bitch who didn't care what I thought or felt. That was a very nice change.

I mostly only saw her on the weekends, because during the week she goes to cosmetology school. She had only one job when we first started dating, but she had to get a second one. That was what did us in. Her new job took up all of her free time.

She eventually dumped me because she wanted a "stable relationship". And her not being able to come see me whenever she wanted to wasn't "stable".

Even today, I still have nothing bad to say about her. I told her we could still be friends, and I intend to keep that promise, but I wonder how long it's going to be before I can bring myself to talk to her again. "How come?" you may ask... because I'm me. Because that's how I am. 'Nuff said.

She said that we may have another chance one day when she's got her affairs in order, and that would be nice, but I've been through that with other girls, and from my experience, it never happens. More than likely, she'll find a new boyfriend sometime soon, and he will sweep her off her feet in a way that I never could, and she'll forget all about me. How do I know? Because that's what always happens.

I sometimes find myself questioning her motives, but I've been trying to ignore it. I'm so fucked up in the head that I question everyone's intentions, mainly because I've been mistreated by EVERYONE I've ever held close. It's not my fault, blame them because I'm an asshole.

So here I am again... wallowing in my melancholy.

I'm so fucking sick of feeling like I'm the short end of the stick. I'm so fucking sick of short relationships. I'm so fucking sick of having to start over, and getting used to being alone again. I'm so fucking sick of disappointment. And it so does not fucking help when your mom says to you, "You still have me." Gimme a fucking break, I don't want a MOM, I want a GIRLFRIEND... fuckin tard... even my own mother doesn't understand me.

So. Yeap. I'm done with women. Period.

I don't know why I even bother seeking companionship at all. Why is it that I crave companionship so badly?... I don't need fucking anyone. Because the only person I can trust is me. I can't even trust Paul sometimes, because once he gets a few beers in him, it's all about him, and he doesn't care if what he says or does pisses you off or not. As for Travis and Matt... well, I don't think either of them fully understands how my mind works, or why I am the way I am.

From this point on, my philosophy on life is: "I don't give a fuck." Not giving a fuck kept me pretty content for a long time, before Tanya came along... I don't know how I ever let her turn me into such a little panzy. I mean, yeah, I was depressed, but having that outlook on life never allowed me to take shit from anyone, because I wouldn't let anyone in. And not letting anyone in left no room for disappointment.

If by the off-chance, that Cassie does want me back one day... well... we'll see when and IF we get there. But I'm not counting on it.

And in the meantime... no more girlfriends. I can't handle this anymore...

I seem to have lost my train of thought writing all of that, so I'm done here.

I am going to be looking for a new job, though. I'm not making it on $500 a month. I can't afford to pay Sarah back the money she lent me (or anyone else for that matter) because I can't even afford to eat. So come tomorrow, I'm looking for a new job. By the way... Sarah: thank you for keeping my ass out of jail.

Anyway... Goodbye Sully, you sad, sorry piece of shit... and a welcome back to the short-fused, sado-masochistic Hyde.

It's good to fuckin be back. And you all better watch your asses, because the world is going to fucking burn.

~Hyde
Mar. 8th, 2005 @ 12:41 am 40 Days, 40 Nights
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: Crossfade - Dead Skin
It's been a while since I last posted. I've been working a lot, drinking a lot, and mostly just hiding away from the rest of the world. I just didn't want the world to see me, and I didn't want to end up with another shanker for a girlfriend.

My mom said to me the other day, "There's a girl I'd like you to meet..."
I remember the last time someone said to me, "there's someone I'd like you to meet," I ended up getting hurt again. I said to my mom, "What kind of shanker are you trying to hook me up with?" She thought that was funny, but I wasn't laughing.

"So I'm the king of all these things, of this mess I have made.
Such a waste, what a shame, my whole life is a fake.
Well, I'm a whore, and I'm sure
I'm a thorn inside of you that has torn at you for years.
The alcohol, the demerol, these things never could replace
what a minute with you could do to put a smile on my face.
I'm a whore, and I'm sure
I'm a thorn inside of you that has torn at me for years.

I can't get out of this dead skin. I can't shed my skin.
I'm not sure where to begin. Why can't I begin again?
I can't get under my dead skin. I can't shed my skin.
Can I sleep 'til then?

Phenobarbital and alcohol, these two surely will do
to knock me out, keep me down, at least a day or two.
When I'm awake, I can taste how bitter I've become.
And it's more than I can bear.
Some days, I pray, someone will blow me away.
Make it quick, but let it burn, so I can feel my life fade.
Well I'm a waste, and I can taste how bitter I've become.
And it's more than I can bear."


Nicki called me on Valentine's Day. I couldn't answer my phone, because I was at work, but she left a message. I thought she had called to say "hi" (seeing as we agreed to be friends), and maybe wish me a happy V-day. Nope. She just wanted to talk about the "giving back of the stuff". I didn't call her back. I just couldn't bring myself to face her... I'm still not sure if I can.

Tanya also called me on Valentine's day (How many times have I told her to stop calling me?). She called to bitch about how the guy that she left me for is such a jerk, and how he didn't get her anything for Valentine's Day, and how he drinks too much, and how he hit her one time... [sarcasm]But she still loves him to death![/sarcasm]... Cry me a fucking river.

The last week or two, I've been thinking about what went wrong in these two relationships (maybe a few others as well). The only answer I can come up with is that they were rushed too quick. Tanya and I slept together only an hour after I asked her to be my g/f. Nicki and I didn't sleep together until after the first week of dating (I was TRYING to keep it simple). Now look at me...

So, I'm swearing off sex. It's that simple (let's wait and see how simple it's going to be...). I always had a theory about relationships, "Friends first, boyfriend and girlfriend second".

I've sworn off a lot of things in my life, but only a few of them have held up. I swore off drinking; that lasted a good six months, but I'm not as bad as I used to be. I swore off drugs (because Tanya asked me to), so far I've stayed away from them for the most part (I think that might be slipping just a wee bit though, lately). I swore off stealing when I got busted by the police in a department store when I was 11, I haven't shoplifted since then.

That pretty much brings me to today, I am swearing off sex. Not forever, just for a little while until I meet a girl that can be a friend as well as a girlfriend. I know I'm still young, and I should be out there banging every bitch I can get my greasy mits on, but that's not really me. I like companionship. Someone to talk to. Someone who isn't going antagonise me just because I'm having one of my mood swings *cough*Nicki*cough*. And most of all, someone I know I can trust (I swear to god, if another girl fucks me over the way Tanya did, I'm going to blow my fucking head off).

This weekend, I went to Paul's. There was this girl there, Cassie, who I've known for a little while (about a year). We were both drunk, and she and I started getting a little flirty. I took her keys, and wouldn't give them back. So she chased me around the house until she cornered me in the bathroom, so I dropped her keys down my pants. She gave me this wierd smile, and said, "I will reach in there and get them." And I said, "You ain't got the balls." She started to reach into my pants (with this shit-faced grin on her face), but I stopped her. I don't know what it was, but I just couldn't let her do it. Don't get me wrong, I was ready to fuck the shit out of her, but I think I had an attack of conscience. I pulled her keys out of my pants, gave them back to her, and plopped down in the bathtub.

She and I sat there in the bathroom for the next three or four hours, just talking. About anything and everything. And it was nice. She even said herself, she thought it was nice, too.

She gave me a hug and left when the sun came up. I went home too, with this feeling that I haven't felt in a while... I don't really know what it's called, but I've felt it once or twice.

I could tell she liked me. After I sat and talked to her, I started liking her too. Maybe if I just keep this "simplicity", then maybe I can finally find someone who I can spend a little more than a month dating.

Anyway, I've said too much, and drank too little, so I'm going to end it here. Besides, I'm out at my parent's house, and I can't text message people from here. I'm going to head home, and send Cassie a text message.

~Sully
Feb. 5th, 2005 @ 08:33 pm The new job.
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: blah
Current Music: Systematic - Pleasure to Burn



Which 1990's Subculture Do You Belong To?


[Another Quiz by Kris
@ couplandesque.net]

Goddamn right!

I worked every day this last week. I worked twice on Wednesday because one of the other people couldn't come in due to being sick, so I had to do his route for him.

For those of you who don't know, I finally got myself a job. I'm a janitor at Sara Lee foods. I can't really complain about it, it's better than some of the other jobs I've had. The only gripe I have is that I was a little bit mis-informed about how many hours I'd be getting. In the beginning I was told 5 nights a week, but as it turns out, it's only 5 or 6 nights every two weeks. Bummer. I get paid $8.00 an hour, and I can only work four hours a night. Even though I agreed that I'd be "the Saturday bitch" to get some extra hours (because no-one else wants to work Saturdays), I'm going to have to get a second job.

I have to work all of next week, too. Because the girl that works on the nights that I'm supposed to have off is going to cancun with her husband. So, I'm going to get lots of hours. I figger my paycheck will be about $300.


The job can be pretty disgusting, because my route is out in the plant were they process all of the meat, and there's chunks of flesh laying everywhere. I've seen how they make the sausages, and the hams, and everything... but I guess it doesn't bother me. I'm still a carnivore. I only have one bathroom to clean on my route, and there's always 2 inches of cigarette ash on the floor in the men's room, and the occasional wad of used (yes, I said USED) toilet paper that I have to sweep up. ...Gross, right? It's a job. I've seen things... things that could make a man CRAZY... you would not beleive how disgusting humans really are some times. The women's bathroom isn't so bad.

The upside of the job is that I get all the free meat I can handle. They've always got free cheddarwurst, keilbasa, or turkey in the cafeteria, so I fill up a big plate with all that stuff and just go to town.

The people there are all really nice, well, most of them anyway. I usually sit by myself on my breaks in the lunchroom... people walk in, they eyeball me, and then they walk right past me. They only talk to me if I come sit by them, and say "hello" or something. Or if I sit by one of the other janitors while they're talking with some of the plant workers, then I'm cool by association, I guess.

I'm contemplating taking out a loan to pay off my medical bills, but I have to find a second job first. I'm about $6,000 in the hole, and I keep getting these letters every month from the hospital, they always say the same thing... it's like, "I'll pay the bill when I have money, dickweed." Doctors are over-payed and under-worked anyway.

I didn't go anywhere this weekend... There was a party at Matt's last night, but I didn't feel like going. I don't know what's going on tonight, but I don't feel like doing anything tonight either. I think I'm just getting sick of the same old shit every day. I love Matt and Paul like they're my brothers, but we always do the same thing every weekend. Get drunk and pass out. I kinda want to get out more, see what else is out there, meet new people... get away from my pathetic humdrum bullshit excuse for a life.

Other than that, nothing new to report... Trying hard not to think about Nicki... I've been writing a lot of poetry lately. Maybe I'll post some of it when it's done.

~Sully
Feb. 1st, 2005 @ 09:17 pm *sigh*... Here we go again...
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: disappointed
Current Music: I can't listen to music right now, it all reminds me of her.
Nicki and I broke up yesterday.

I thought she had been avoiding me on Sunday night, because she wasn't answering her phone. It turns out she had passed out, or something.

Anyway, she and I agreed that it was difficult for us to talk to one another, and that we should break up. We both agreed that we would still be friends... it's going to be hard for me in the coming weeks...

You know what the pathetic thing is? She and I had only been seeing each other for about 2 months, and I can't get her out of my head. Everywhere I look, I always see something that reminds me of her... Everytime I see the color pink, it reminds me of her... I turn on the radio, and they're playing a Kelly Clarkson song... I open the classifieds, "Oh, there's an auto dealership having a sale on Audis"...

...I don't know if I'm ready to do this again...

I'm really upset about losing her... I guess I had high hopes. I didn't even really know anything about her when we first met, so there wasn't even a friendship to build on. I think I fell too hard, too fast. And when she and I started having this "communication problem", I didn't know what to do... I tried to talk to her, but I didn't really know how. I guess I kinda saw the end coming when she had to move back home. Everything was great during the first month we were dating, but as soon as she moved home, I suddenly couldn't come stay the night with her anymore, she and I couldn't talk about certain things in the open anymore... Plus, she always had something to do... somewhere to go... someone to see... and then there were the two of us and our money problems.

This couldn't have come at a worse time... I'm JUST starting a new job, Valentine's Day is right around the corner, and not to mention I had school AND work yesterday. This is why I hate Sundays.

I didn't even get to see her one last time... to get a final kiss and hug... and I'm so pathetic that I'm sitting here wondering to myself, "When will I get to see her next?"

Now I'm going to have to deal with my friends asking "where's your woman?" the next time I go to a party. I'm going to have to deal with my mom asking how things are going with her, when I really don't want to talk about it with anyone. I'm not going to have anyone to send flowers to on Valentine's Day. I'm not going to have someone to call and talk to when I'm done with work.

I'm going to miss her personality, her smile, and her hugs and kisses. I'm going to miss the way she and I would cuddle on the couch or in bed. I'm going to miss the way she called me "honey". It's going to hurt when I hear that she's got someone new, because for the first month we were dating, she was wonderful... and I'm going to think to myself, I had her once, and now someone else gets to enjoy her.

Right now, I feel so alone... I don't have anyone to talk to; everyone's asleep or at work now, and I don't really have anyone to talk to that can offer me some calming words of wisdom. I've got no money. I've got nowhere to go. I don't know if I'm going to sleep tonight...

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME? SHE'S JUST A GIRL!... I barely knew anything about her...

I'm just tired of all of these bullshit, dead-end relationships... I want someone I can connect with. I want a relationship that lasts. I want a friend, as well as a girlfriend.

... god, I hate this.

Speaking of god, these Jehovah's witnesses showed up at my door again this morning. I was a little mean to them last time, I said, "Where is god when I need him?" and then I slammed the door in their faces. But this morning, I actually wanted to be nice, I listened to them and I took their stupid pamphlets... Fuck god. If god is so righteous, then why does he hate me so much? How come he never answers when I pray? I thought maybe god had heard me for a change, seeing as I met someone nice and was happy with them, and I finally got a job. But apparently I don't deserve to be happy... good things never last.

Anyway, I'm just going try to be a grown up about this...

It's like my mom always told me, "If you love someone, let them go... If it's meant to be, they'll come back to you." I didn't necessarily LOVE Nicki... and I don't beleive in fate, but I do beleive if someone really liked me and saw anything worthwhile in me, they would come back to me.

Besides, I'm not in the greatest shape right now... I'm depressed all the time, I'm not very spontaneous, or talkative, and I'm not the greatest company to keep (because of all those three things). I'm just trying to get my self back on track.

I knew I wasn't ready for a relationship. I knew I was going to get hurt again... I'm still dealing with Tanya leaving me (she STILL calls me, and everytime she does, it's like she's ripping that old wound open again). I knew I probably shouldn't have gotten involved with Nicki, because she's got a lot of shit to deal with right now... a divorce, among other things.

I don't know if Nicki will ever read this, but just in case; "I'm sorry things had to come to this. You were a wonderful girlfriend, and I'm going to miss having you in my life. I hope you will still call me from time to time, just to say hello. And maybe one day, when the two of us aren't so over-stressed, we can try this again, and I can show you the real side of me. Because being stressed out, I beleive, was my undoing... I just couldn't be myself. Take care of yourself, find someone who will be good to you, and never stop smiling... You always light up the room when you smile."

IN OTHER NEWS:

I got a call from the doctor's office today. I am STD free... so it apparently is a bladder infection (last week I went in to the doctor and the shoved a stick up my peehole to swab for STDs).

Today at work, the girl who I am replacing came in for her last day and trained me. She was really cute. She was about a foot shorter than me, she had olive colored skin, long wavy brown hair, green eyes, and a little beauty mark on the left side of her mouth, below her lower lip. I started talking to her, hoping to get to know her... "Oh, what's that? You just got married two weeks ago?..." ...bummer... "...Oh, and what's that? You're pregnant?..." ...double whammy.

But it's cool, I guess... I don't really need another woman right now... I know her name, and where her new job is, so I can go visit her sometime, just to say hi. I think I'm just going to concentrate on making some new friends.

I got to scrub the walls in the break room where everyone smokes. I didn't have any cigarettes today, so I just sat there, licking the wall... it gave me a pretty good buzz.

When I started my new job, I was told I'd be getting 5 nights a week... as it turns out, I'll only be getting 5 nights every 2 weeks... I'm going to need to get a second job... but where? I'm going to hit up the video store tomorrow, hoping Gary will be there. Maybe I can convince him to give me my old job back. I can do two jobs; I can't live on what I'm be making right now.

Wake me when it stops raining...
~Sully
Jan. 25th, 2005 @ 11:25 pm Welcome to Stress, Population: ME.
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: Sevendust (I don't know the name of the song)
I never got to update before, but I got the job at Nichols Paper Company. I was really stoked to finally have a job, but today was only my second day, and I'm ready to quit.

Don't get me wrong, the job pays well ($9.00 and hour), it has impressive benefits (medical insurance, life insurance, 401k, and I think dental insurance is also included), and most of my co-workers are really very nice. The job itself is very easy, I just roll tissue paper onto a paper tube, and then package it.

But here's why I'm not happy with the job:
1. For one, it's too damn repetitive (8-10 hours of standing on your feet and doing the same thing over, and over, and over...). There really isn't anything to it, you don't have to think, you just do it. It's boring.

2. There really isn't anyone to talk to. There isn't anyone my age that I could really be friends with. There are only about 9 people on my shift... the place is WAAAAY understaffed. That's because it's a shitty job, even the guy I was partnered with (who's been there 6 years) says he hates the job. I guess most people show up for a day and quit, from what I've been told.

3. They don't allow radios in the plant. The other factory job I had at least allowed me to bring in my CD player, so I could at least entertain myself somewhat while I worked (it made the work day a lot shorter).

4. It's already starting to interfere with school. School is extremely important to me... I'm so close to graduating, and I'm excited. But Monday I worked from 6 am to 3 pm. I had school at 4:30 pm. I arrived late to school, for one, and then I was so tired and sore from working all morning that I couldn't even concentrate. I didn't want to think, I just wanted to go back to Paul's and lay down and take a nap. Needless to say, I got very little done. Next week, I have to work 3 pm to 11 pm all week; I won't be able to go to school at all next week. That's not cool with me at all.

5. I arrived late this morning. I didn't remember where the door into the plant was, so I ran around the plant trying every door possible. I finally went in through the loading dock. After I punched in, I went to talk to one of the "big boys" from the office about something. He bitched at me for being late. I explained why I was late, apologized, and I told him it wouldn't happen again. But he just kept bitching at me.

After all of that, the workday just hit me like a ton of bricks. I wasn't happy doing this... I hated it. Paul told me today, "Don't ever stay at a job you don't like." Which is true... if you don't like the job, then how are you supposed to give 100% at it? You'll unconsciously start doing things half-assed, and eventually get fired. I think I've just had my fill of the dead-ended monotony of factory work.

Right after work, I went and applied at Sara Lee in New London for a janitorial position. The job pays $8.00 an hour, and it's only about 25+ hours a week (Mon.-Fri.). But it's a night shift job, so it won't interfere with school. I'm hoping I get it; I clean when I'm at home alone and I'm bored, so I KNOW I can do this and not hate it. Plus, the plant is HUGE, so I know there will be plenty of people around. After I applied, they said I should hear something by Friday.

What else is bugging me?...

NOTE: EXPLICIT DETAILS, IF YOU DON'T CARE TO HEAR THEM, SKIP THE NEXT 3 PARAGRAPHS!!!!

My little urinary tract infection still hasn't gone away. I went to see the doctor last week about it, he made me pee in a cup. He told me there wasn't anything in my urine that would indicate a urinary tract infection. So, then he did a "turn your head and cough" test on me. (the lump on my testicle that I thought was cancer when I was 19 is still there... ) They took some x-rays, no signs of stones. The doctor really didn't know what to tell me... I was ready to say, "Alright... you just played with my nuts... if you can't tell me SOMETHING, then maybe you should pay ME for this visit."

He said to drink a lot of water (no caffeine, and no alcohol) and come back to see him in a week if it doesn't clear up. Well, I drank a lot of water for the first few days, and it seemed like that only made urination burn even more, so I said "fuck it" and started drinking beer and soda again (yeah, I know... not smart...). The doctor said if I had to come back, he might have to do some swabs on my urethra to check for a possible infection in there (...correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't my urethra a part of my urinary tract...?????) Anyway, that sounds like a whole shitload of fuckin' fun. So, I'm off to see the doctor tomorrow.

I've been wondering... could it be an STD? My mom mentioned syphilis. If it is, where the hell would I have gotten it from? The only girl I've been with in the last few months is Nicki... IF I HAVE IT: How long have I had it? How are they going to treat it?... I'm allergic to penicillin. I could never forgive myself if I ended up giving it to Nicki... My mom said that Syphilis can make you lose your mind... I have been a wreck lately... very paranoid, not very clear-headed at all... Alright, enough about this...

END: EXPLICIT DETAILS.

Moving on...

Nicki has been very... distant lately. She and I don't talk much anymore... and I don't see her a whole lot anymore either. It feels like my relationship with her has taken a total 180 from what it was last month. Sometimes, when I'm with her in person, or talking to her on the phone... it's like she's not there... but she IS there...

This all feels like it started about 2 weeks ago, when she moved back to her mom's house. Ever since then, things just aren't the same anymore. She still wants to do things with me on the weekends... I guess that's good... but all the "little things that count" aren't entirely there anymore.

I'm finding it more and more difficult to talk to her every day... I just wish she would talk to me... say something... say anything... What goes on during her day? How's she feeling (physically/emotionally)? Can I do anything to help? Who did she see during the day? How is life treating her, now that she's living back at home? Why is the sky blue? Why do female coyotes have a penis? I want to talk to her so badly, but I'm starting to not know how anymore...

I am a man of few words, always have been (unless I'm in a really good mood, or I'm drunk). I hate telephones, so if I feel like talking, I'd rather do it in person, or in writing. I very rarely get to talk to her in complete privacy, and I've tried talking to her in person... but when I speak, all that comes out is nonsensical bullshit. Kind of like I can't put my thoughts into words that make any sense. So, I wrote her a letter, and I gave it to her Sunday when we were at the movies... I don't know if she ever read it... sometimes she forgets about things... I kind of wish that I could get it back, so that I could re-write it, and take out some of the psychotic gibberish in it.

Basically, what I wrote in the letter is that I want her to talk to me. I told her that something doesn't feel right, and I just want her to tell me if there's anything wrong (with her, or with me). Some of the things I wish I could rewrite, or take out, are: parts with me talking about love - I don't want to make her feel pressured, I just wanted to tell her how I feel, but I didn't really give a valid reason why. I also wish I hadn't written, "If you aren't happy with me, then I don't want you to stay with me. I would rather see you happy with someone else than see you unhappy with me." That puts more stress on me, because I don't really know what she's thinking, and even though I was just trying to be noble and sensitive, it just doesn't sound right. It makes me sound kinda desperate.

I've thought about what could be wrong, and I've narrowed it down to a few different things:

1. She's just not happy with me. I started a few fights in the first month that were really pointless, and she may be under the impression that if she's going to be with me, she's going to have to put up with crap like that all the time. So she may be re-considering whether or not she wants to be with me. The truth is, I WAS really selfish, and I just needed to pull my head out of my ass.

2. She's got a lot going on lately and she could possibly be really stressed out. Being around me (because I've been extremely stressed out lately) doesn't help her one bit, and she just doesn't want to put up with it. If she's going to spend time with me, she wants to be in a good mood and have fun; she doesn't want to listen to me whine and doesn't want me bringing her down all the time.

3. I've been way too pushy, and I'm expecting too much out of her. She and I haven't even been dating 2 months yet, and there's still room for us to grow and get to know each other. There's no need to rush into things (such as love), because she and I should at least get along as friends first if we're going to be boyfriend and girlfriend - which is why I want her to talk to me.

4. Matt said, "Maybe she's just getting comfortable with you." It doesn't make much sense to me, because it's only been a month... but I guess it's a possibility. She's not seeing anything new and exciting about me, it's all been pretty much the same old stuff since we met. She could just be used to what she does know and is waiting to see something new in me.

5. There is nothing wrong. It's all in my head. I'm letting my mind run away with me. I'm too stressed out lately, I'm thinking about shit way too goddamn much, and I need to chill the fuck out... (maybe I DO have syphilis, and it's making me crazy).

I don't have an answer as to what the reason may be. But I do know this: I like Nicki. I think about her all the time. I'm curious as to what could come out of her and I being a couple. She makes me feel like I can take on the world. I like it when she kisses me, or hugs me, and I just miss those little things. I miss being able to come and see her/stay the night with her whenever I want, and I miss waking up to her in the morning, and just the two of us laying there in bed laughing at stupid things.

I think maybe I've been spending too much time worrying about what the future holds for me, and not enough time thinking about what's going on now. I really need to calm down, and try to roll with the punches...

...For being a man of few words, I sure do have a lot on my mind.

Stick a fork in me, I'm done.
~Sully
Jan. 19th, 2005 @ 07:05 pm The last few days... partly good... partly bad...
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: irritated
Current Music: Stabbing Westward - Shame
On, I think it was Monday, I filled out an application for a permanent position at my old workplace, Deluxe Plastics. Not my first choice for a job, but I finally cracked... I'm tired of being unemployed, and I want to make some money, so I can continue to see Nicki. So I can take HER out to eat, so I can get HER a gift if I feel like it, so I can lend HER money if she needs it. I also feel like if I don't find a job soon, she's going to dump me, and I really don't want that. Think about it this way: You spend all your life dating different people, but when it all comes down to it, they all seem the same to you. But then one day, someone comes along who seems to stick out from the crowd. You don't feel like you have to prove you're better than anyone else, you don't have to pretend to be someone you're not, and you don't feel like there's any reason to worry about them lying to you or cheating on you. They make you happy when you're sad, and when you hold them close... time stands still. When someone like that comes along, you just want to grab them, and hold on to them tight because you don't want them to get away.

Basically, Nicki is the big reason behind me getting a job now, but because of that, I'm feeling even more pressured than before. And I don't handle pressure very well at all.

I got an interview right away when I handed in the application (only because I asked if I could speak to the person in charge of hiring when I handed the application in). The dude asked me a few questions, then he told me, "I'm sorry, we don't have anything available."

BULLSHIT! The girl who lives in the apartment next door to me works there. She told me the night shift was hurting badly for people!

Walking out of the building, I could feel my blood boiling. I got in the car, and I punched the dashboard so hard that it left my knuckle marks in the vinyl (my hand hurt a little after that, too). I think I've finally snapped... I got home, and I was ready to cry. (in fact, I DID the other night, but that's just between me and you, LiveJournal... :P ... but the job situation wasn't the only reason why.)

I've been trying so hard to find a job... I've applied at every possible place in Clintonville in the last two months. I've called a lot of them, too... they all just tell me the same thing, "We'll give you a call." Two months later, still no phone call.

I seriously don't know what I'm doing wrong. I've got ONE WEEK to pay my fines, or I'm going to jail. If I go to jail, I will lose everything. My apartment. Nicki. Every ounce of dignity I've got left. I'm going to try and borrow half of the amount of the fine from my friend Sarah, and the other half from my sister's boyfriend. Hopefully, my sister's boyfriend wasn't bullshitting when he told me he could help me out with it. But then I'm going to be even deeper in debt... oh well... jail or debt? hmmm...

Today, I went all out. I applied at every possible place I could think of that I haven't tried yet. Marion Plywood, Video Galaxy, some staffing services, a gas station half way between here and Nichols. I handed in 7 applications today...

But I lucked out... I found this old sheet of paper with some notes about a job in Nichols that I had forgotten about. I typed up a quick resume, and a cover letter, and I headed to Nichols before school to apply. I was half-way home from doing that, and someone called me from the place, Nichols Paper Co., and asked me to come in tomorrow at 9 a.m. for an interview.

That was quick. I was really surprised.

So, hopefully I'll walk out of there tomorrow with a job. :)

I called Nicki to tell her the good news. All she had to say was (a very monotone), "Cool beans."

... she sounded THRILLED to hear it.

MOVING ON!...

The other thing that made me cry the other night wasn't something, but someONE... I (unfortunately) can't talk about it on here... because the walls have ears (if you know what I mean). So, I'll just keep it to myself until I get the opportunity to straighten it out.

~Sully.
Jan. 17th, 2005 @ 08:31 pm This is me... back then... still kinda now... but seriously...
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: thirsty
Current Music: Cold - End Of The World
You scored as Loner.

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Loner

100%

Punk/Rebel

69%

Goth

63%

Stoner

56%

Drama nerd

38%

Geek

19%

Prep/Jock/Cheerleader

13%

Ghetto gangsta

13%

What's Your High School Stereotype?
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EDIT: I retook this test just see if I came out with the same thing...

You scored as Goth.

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Goth

100%

Loner

75%

Drama nerd

69%

Punk/Rebel

63%

Stoner

63%

Geek

50%

Prep/Jock/Cheerleader

25%

Ghetto gangsta

25%

What's Your High School Stereotype?
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...and...


I am nerdier than 25% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!


...AND!...


I am 64% loser. What about you? Click here to find out!


...AND THEN!...


What is your weird quotient? Click to find out!


~Sully
Jan. 17th, 2005 @ 07:54 pm News Flash!
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: sick
Current Music: Someone - Earshot
Hullo,

Nothing much new to report.

I'm sitting here, suffering from a urinary tract infection... there's something to be said when a man can't even take a piss without the inside of his wang burning like it's on fire.

Also, Nicki gave me bronchitis... and then some. But that's okay, I like it when she gives me stuff.

I miss Nicki. I saw her this weekend, but we didn't spend much time together or see each other a whole lot because she had a lot of things to do. I think she might be pissed off at me again, but I'm not sure. She was supposed to come over Sunday, and then today, but things just kept coming up. It sucks. I should kidnap her, tie her up, gag her, and keep her locked in my apartment at all times so I can keep her all to myself. *makes psycho face*

I haven't shaved in a week and my face itches.

School is pissing me off, because it's taking too fuckin' long to finish.

I started making another game, even though I still haven't finished my last one. I just needed to take a break from my first game, it wasn't turning out so hot and I needed to take a break from it.

Outtie, like my belly button.
~Sully
Jan. 17th, 2005 @ 07:14 pm I stole it... but not from Alec! Ha!
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: stressed
Current Music: Kelly Clarkson - Since You've Been Gone
7 DEADLY SINS.

ANGER
1. Who did you last get angry with? My sister.
2. What is your weapon of choice? The Bitchbeater. It's a 2 foot long club I made in shop class in high school. It's got nicks and scratches in it because of the last windshield that it shattered.
3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex? No.
4. How about of the same sex? Of course, if the dickweed deserved it.
5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you? My girlfriend.
6. What is your pet peeve? I have a list a mile long...
7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily? I usually keep them, but I'm trying to change that.

SLOTH
1. What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you have not done in a long time? Eat three square meals a day. My diet consists of any small animal that are unlucky enough to cross my path.
2. What is the latest you've ever woken up? 6 p.m.
3. Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't: Um... my friend Kristin?
4. What is the last lame excuse you made? I don't recall, but I know I've done it recently.
5. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through? Yeah, the ones with Brooke Burke, and that giant rubber ball you work out with. Saucy!
6. When was the last time you got a good workout in? The day before I quit the military.
7. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today? I'm unemployed, so I have no need for an alarm clock, even though I have one.

GLUTTONY
1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice? I don't think I drink anything that yuppies drink. I drink soda, beer, milk, water... I guess bottled water. I sometimes buy that crap.
2. Meat eaters: steak or a cheese burger.. Cheeseburger, bitch!
3. Do you eat the skin of off chicken? Not if it's all rubbery.
4. Have you ever used a professional diet company? Ha ha!... um, no.
5. Do you have an issue with your weight? I can't even remember the last time I gave two squirts of piss enough to check my weight on the scale.
6. Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy foods? None, I've got a nasty cavity on one of my wisdom teeth at the moment.
7. Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought,lunch? You freak.

LUST
1. How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family)? I don't know... I've lost track, but a lot.
2. How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family)? 15-20?
3. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of your gender of choice during a normal conversation? Of course.
4. Have you "done it"? Yer goddamn right I did! I did it. I had sex. I stuffed her like Thanksgiving turkey! I fucked her until her eyes went crooked!... k, I'm done.
5. What is your favorite body part on a person of your gender of choice? Certain body parts of certain people. It usually has to be a package deal.
6. Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute? No.
7. Have you ever had to get tested for an STD or pregnancy? Yes, I was pregant once.

GREED
1. How many credit cards do you own? None.
2. What's your guilty pleasure store? Hmm... I think that would have to be Hot Topic, or Media Play.
3. If you had $1 million, what would you do with it? Spend half, save the rest. Buy a car, a house, and some new guitars and equipment.
4. Would you rather be rich, or famous? Rich. I'm already famous... (for being a moody freak!)
5. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks? Yeah, I guess. But define "boring" for me...
6. Have you ever stolen anything? Digitally? Yeah, I've stolen lots of things, just not in the last few years. Yeah, I did the Napster thing, too.
7. How many MP3s are on your hard drive? Zero.

PRIDE
1. What one thing have you done that you're most proud of? I don't really have anything to be proud of right now.
2. What one thing have you done that your parents are most proud of? See #1.
3. What thing would you like to accomplish in your life? Being financially independent, and debt free. Either that or be successful.
4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place? Only if I feel that I worked extremely hard for first.
5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?
No, that's never happened to me.
6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score? Yeah.
7. What did you do today that you're proud of? Again, see #1.

ENVY
1. What item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have for your own? His income, his house, and his car.
2. Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with? A porn star?
3. If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be? Someone who's employed, and has no problems finding employment (without being promiscuous).
4. Have you ever been cheated on? Yeah.
5. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own? A big(ger) penis?
6. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself? Charisma.
7. Do you wish you'd come up with this survey? Pavarotti is fat.
8. Finally, what is your favorite deadly sin? Lust. As if you haven't noticed, I'm obsessed with sex... but in a good way!
Jan. 17th, 2005 @ 07:11 pm Once again... Alec, you theif!
About this Entry
fukkin evil
Current Mood: uncomfortable
Current Music: 311 - Lovesong
What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?
- Got in trouble with the law.

Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
- I didn't make any... I should have.

Did anyone close to you give birth?
- Yeah, he's dead though.

Did anyone close to you die?
- Hehu!

What countries did you visit?
- I've never left Wisconsin, with the exception of Chicago and Lake Michigan.

What would you like to have in 2005 that you lacked in 2004?
- A steady job, I guess.

What dates from 2004 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
- I don't remember the specific dates, but I got to spend three days in the psych ward in the summer of 2004.

What was your biggest achievement of the year?
- Moving out on my own.

What was your biggest failure?
- Probably when my relationship with my ex ended.

Did you suffer illness or injury?
- Smashed up my car, and got a bloody nose and some bruised ribs from it.

What was the best thing you bought?
- I don't know... probably a cd.

Whose behavior merited celebration?
- Probably mine, when I called a cop a stupid fuck after I over heard him say to another cop, "I think he's intoxicated".

Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
- My ex girlfriend's. She's an ignorant, prissy, catty, egomaniacal baby.

Where did most of your money go?
- Beer.

What did you get really, really, really excited about?
- Getting a new girlfriend.

What song will always remind you of 2004?
- Not a specific song, but probably the newest Cold album.

Compared to this time last year, are you:

older More mature?
- I'm definetly older... not sure about mature though. Let's hope so.

happier or sadder?
- Same, I guess.

thinner or fatter?
- Definetly a little fatter.

richer or poorer?
- Poorer.

What do you wish you'd done more of?
- Saving.

What do you wish you'd done less of?
- Spending my money on alcohol.

How will you be spending Christmas?
- Dunnit. I went to my grandma's house, and went to my girlfriend's parent's house.

Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
- Yes. My ex.

What was the best book you read?
- I didn't read any this last year.

What did you want and get?
- For Christmas, or what? For Christmas, I wanted a piece of ass, and money. I got the ass, and some money, but not enough. Instead I got a DVD player, and some toiletries.

What did you want and not get?
- I guess I should have put "money" here... Fukkit...a car.

What was your favorite film of this year?
- That's a draw... between Dawn Of The Dead, and Kill Bill.

What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
- I went to the bar, and splooged on all the free beer the bar gave me, and other people I didn't even know bought me. I walked in with $20, and left with $15, but I know I drank at least $30 worth. I turned 22.

What things would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
- Getting a job, I guess.

What kept you sane?
- Hmm... not much sanity out of me this past year...

Who did you miss?
- A girl I used to work with.

Who was the best new person you met?
- Probably Alec or Ben. Maybe Nicki...

Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2004
- Karma always comes back to bite you in the ass... and don't agree to things you know aren't going to make you happy... and oh yeah!... Never date a cosmetologist!... one more, don't drink and drive!... k, I'm done... never party naked with a midget!...
Jan. 5th, 2005 @ 07:28 pm Girl problems... already...
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: sad
Current Music: Papa Roach - Scars
Last night, Nicki and my cousin's boyfriend Joe came over to pick me up. Nicki had found a job at the Black Creek post office for a janitor, and I said I would go and apply for it.

On our way back to Nicki's house, Nicki's step mom called her and told Nicki that her uncle had died. Nicki took it pretty badly. I tried to comfort her, I hugged her and told her I was sorry to hear it.

We got back to the house. Nicki told me that she was going to visit her cousin (her uncle's daughter, of course), and that she'd be back later. She and her cousin are best friends, and she wanted to make sure her cousin was dealing with it okay. It didn't bother me that she was going to leave me there alone, I understood.

A couple hours later, she came home, got some stuff, and told me she was going back to stay the night at her cousin's. I was a little disappointed but, I understood. So, I tried not to let it bother me. She and I talked a little about her uncle, her cousins, and how they're taking the death of their father, and then she gave me a hug and a kiss and left.

This morning, they sent her home from work because she was obviously upset about her uncle dying. So, I was looking forward to spending the day with her. But when she got home, she told me she was going to take me home, then go back to her cousin's. I wouldn't have cared, but apparently she wasn't going to stay the night, because I overheard her talking to one of her friends on the phone, they were making plans to do something that night. Apparently she hasn't talked to this friend of hers in a long time. So I tried to just ignore that too.

I woke up this morning in kinda of a blah mood... not angry, not sad, not really anything... just kind of... blah. But when she told me she was going to drop me off at home, and leave, I kind of felt disappointed. I had wanted to spend the day with her... I just wanted to be there to give her a hug when she needed one, to wipe her tears when she cried, to listen if she felt like talking. But in the last two days, I've seen her a grand total of about 5-6 hours.

I didn't want to tell her that I was a little upset that we weren't even going to spend any time together... that she was going to just drop me off and leave. I tried to hide the way I was feeling, but apparently I didn't hide it good enough... she caught on that something was wrong. She kept asking, "what's wrong?". I just told her I was in kind of a blah mood. Yeah, I lied to her... but I didn't want to tell her the truth and make her feel bad. She already was upset enough about her uncle dying, I didn't want to make her cry over something so stupid. I was going to see her this weekend anyway... so I told her I was fine, and tried to just brush the frustration off my shoulders, and forget about it. Because it was really no big deal.

She took me to the post office, I applied for the job, but even though it's $10 an hour, it's only 5 hours a week. I'd be making $50 a week. I know a job is a job, but how am I supposed to live on that? Well, that upset me more.

The ride back to my apartment was pretty silent. Half way home, she started crying again. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me, "I thought having you around would cheer me up, but you're only making me feel like shit because you're in one of your moods" (something along those lines). She said "I can't deal with it when you get like this, it just pisses me off and then I really don't even like you at that point."

I was about ready to snap...

How could she say a thing like that when I've barely gotten to spend any time with her in the last two days?

When I started dating Nicki, I swore, "I'm going to do this right this time... No cheating, no lying, no finger pointing, no yelling, no name calling, no being angry at her and not trying to talk it out, etc... none of that shit; and most of all, don't ever let her see 'Hyde'".

Well, I swallowed my pride and apologized, and tried to make things all better... but she just kept being angry at me. I was just about ready to tell her to stop the car, so I could get out and walk... but I didn't... I couldn't.

She had warned me earlier, that she was probably going to be a little bitchy for the next couple of days because of the her uncle dying. But this was ridiculous... it was like she was purposely being that way just because she had a reason. She was just being totally cold toward me, and it was pissing me off.

We got back to my apartment, and she came in (after I practically begged her). But she just kept giving me this, "watch it, you're walking on egg shells" attitude. I've gotten this attitude from other girls before, right before they dump you (but they don't want dump you then and there because they have to think about it, or whatever). She just acted like she was so sick of me.

I told her I was going to my parent's house today, and I asked if she wanted me to call her after I got home...

..."I don't care," she said.

Yeah, I'm probably going to get dumped.

I'm wondering right now... should I just call her and say, "If you're going to be like this, then I don't want to be with you," and risk being the bad guy again; or should I try and talk to her...? I really don't know what to do.

She is really TOO nice to me sometimes, but then again, at times I think I'm TOO nice as well. I know I'm not exactly any type of prize, but she asks me to do something that she can very well do herself, but I do it anyway without question just because I like seeing her smile. I always remind her how beautiful I think she is. I've cooked for her (how many guys in a relationship do you know of who will cook for their woman?... what I made wasn't anything special, but I still did it). I even offered to clean her room for her. I would do anything to make her smile, but I wonder why I bother after what happened today. I was trying to be sensitive and understanding, and it blew up in my face.

All I wanted to do was spend time with her and TRY to cheer her up today, and she's basically ignored me, and treated ME like shit...

I don't know what to do... I don't need shit like this right now... when I started writing this, I was ready to cry... but now, as I'm finishing it up, I'm about ready to start punching holes in the wall.

I've got my own set of problems to worry about... finding a job, money, paying my fines before I get sent to jail, doctor bills, affording food, affording electricity and heat, finding a car, finishing high school... and now this... It's all starting to be too much to handle. I don't like being a nobody... I don't like that she had to lie to her parents about me being unemployed just so they would accept me... I don't like the thought of her having to tell her friends that I'm an unemployed, uneducated bum.

...
On New Year's Eve, she told me she was "scared".
"Scared of what?" I asked.
"Because I think I'm falling in love with you," she said.
I can understand why she'd be scared to fall in love; she doesn't want to get hurt. But I don't like getting hurt either, and this whole thing with today doesn't help that situation... because she's not the only one who's starting to fall in love.

I know, I know... it's only been a month... why on earth would I, Sully The Cold-hearted, be talking about love? Other than today, and one other day this week, this whole last month has been great. I've been happy for a change. She and I have a lot in common (...apparently, if she gets like THIS when she's moody...), we usually have fun when we're together, and she usually makes me happy again when I'm down.

Am I just being selfish? Is she being overly-bitchy?

Anyone reading this, with any good advice for me... feel free to post it. I'm out of ideas.

In the meantime, I'm going to crawl back in my hole...

~Sully
Dec. 30th, 2004 @ 07:50 pm Post-Christmas report:
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Breaking Benjamin - So Cold
Christmas was a few days ago. I introduced Nicki to my family, that went well. I got to meet her family, that went well too, although I don't think her grandma liked me. She didn't say "Hello" to me, or even say two words to me. Her uncles are funny, her mom and stepdad are nice, and one of her cousins made me feel a little uncomfortable (I think she was trying to play footsie with me underneath the table...).

I couldn't get Nicki a gift, so I made her a card. Her reaction to it, which I won't say in here, lead me to beleive she liked it.

I still have another Christmas celebration to go to on the 7th of January, but so far, this is what I got for Christmas:
- A DVD player
- Spider-Man and Spider-Man 2 on DVD
- A Crossfade CD
- Breaking Benjamin's new CD
- Socks
- Underwear
- A Pair of pants
- 2 flannel shirts
- A little gift basket from my grandma (some chocolate and stuff, it also had 20$ in it).
- A coat
- Some hair gel
- Some toiletries (shampoo, lotion, shaving cream, etc)
- An electric shaver
- Some candy (gummy bears, etc)

I got some nice stuff this year. I especially liked the DVD player (I really wasn't expecting that one). So now I can watch my DVDs at my apartment.

~Sully
Dec. 17th, 2004 @ 03:47 am Stole it from Alec, who (yet again) stole it from Dragonrose...
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: bored
Current Music: Down - Bury Me In Smoke
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Sully
2. Hyde
3. Jizzums

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. Bodyart
2. Mr. Hyde
3. Sully

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My smile?
2. My eyes?
3. My intelligence?

THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My mood swings
2. My inability to open up and be social
3. ...um ...everything else.

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. French
2. German
3. Grape

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. The way I get when I'm angry
2. Turning out to be a failure in life
3. Butch women with tatoos and an eyepatch who drive semis

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Peeing
2. Smoke a cigarette
3. Listen to music

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Blue jeans
2. A t-shirt
3. Women's underwear on my head

THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE BANDS:
1. Pantera
2. Cold
3. Dwight Yoakam

THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
1. Pantera - 5 Minutes Alone
2. Down - Stone the Crow
3. Crossfade - So Cold

THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
1. Keep a job
2. Be independent
3. Lasso and hog-tie a midget

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP(besides love):
1. Someone who accepts me for how I am
2. Someone who can be a friend, as well as a girlfriend
3. Someone who won't lie to me, or push me around

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:
1. I made love to a goat (I didn't fuck it, or have sex with it... I made LOVE to it... >:D)
2. I made my friend drink my pee
3. I chopped my toe off with a lawnmower
(Now... which one is the LIE?!?!?!... hmmm... O_o)

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. Hair
2. Smile
3. Figure

THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
1. Go to the bathroom when someone else is in the room
2. Be serious for more than 5 minutes
3. ...be gay?

THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:
1. Watching movies
2. Listening to music
3. Playing guitar

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Go see Nicki
2. Party
3. Have sex

THREE CAREERS YOU ARE CONSIDERING:
1. Computer programmer
2. That's
3. It

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Japan
2. France
3. Mexico

THREE KID'S NAMES:
1. Jane
2. Bobby
3. The red-headed stepchild called "Mud"

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Sky dive
2. Get married
3. Give a girl multiple orgasms

THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO DIE PAINFULLY:
1. Nathan Gale (Bastard!)
2. George W. Bush
3. You make me pee
Dec. 16th, 2004 @ 01:51 pm That is so fifth grade...
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: horny
Current Music: Green Day - Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
Last night, Nicki and I made it official. She and I are now "Boyfriend and Girlfriend".

I had asked her if she wanted to come to my family's Christmas get-together with me, and she said "yes", but she didn't know if that meant that we were an item or not. So, last night on the phone, she and I went through this whole... uh, thing... it felt like I was in fifth grade again, let's just put it that way.

Things are going pretty well with her. *whisper* I think she's a keeper! ;D

My only problem is communication... believe it or not, I'm not very talkative in person, and I hate talking on the phone.

So anyway, I went over there and stayed the night with her. She colored my hair red-ish. I brought my Gamecube, so that my cousin could play the GC games she bought (she bought the games, but doesn't even own a Gamecube... wtf?). I don't remember how it all started, but Nicki, Josh, and I all started playing this "musical chairs"-type game with our clothes. Josh's pants were so tight, I couldn't even button them. My pants were so baggy that Nicki looked like she was going to get lost inside them.

Josh is gay, and he's only the second gay man that I've met, but he's way cooler than the first one. He hits on me a lot, and it kinda freaks me out; but then again, I'm pretty comfortable in my sexuality (I'm straight, and I know it), so it doesn't bother me all that much. Just for shits and giggles, I gave him a kiss on the cheek the one day, and now he hits on me even more, and Nicki is always telling him, "NO! HE'S MINE!" That'd be funny to see a cat-fight between Nicki and Josh... Over me, of all things. XP

Let's see... what else... I got an extension from the Clerk of Courts office, so I have an extra 30 days to pay both of my fines, "BUT THAT'S IT" they said. So I have about 41 days to find a job. Paul is taking me to Appleton tomorrow to apply for a job I saw an ad for on Job Net, it's in Manawa... some kind of packaging plant. I just have to figure out the dealy-o with getting a car so I can GET TO the job. :\

*sniffs his clothes*... I smell like Nicki... :D

Well, that's all I can think of for now. The rest is history...

Later
~Sully
Dec. 9th, 2004 @ 07:34 pm Your hero is dead.
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: sad
Current Music: Floods - Pantera
Yesterday was a sad day for heavy metal.

Dimebag Darrell, formerly of Pantera, was shot and killed at a club while performing with his new band, Damage Plan, in Ohio.



I was at Jungle Music in Shawano when I found out. The man that owns the shop knew I was a big Pantera fan, and I don't remember how the subject came up but he told me the story that he read on the internet. I didn't want to beleive it at first, but when I got home and watched CNN, I found out that it was true.

I was particularly devastated in my own way. Dimebag was my hero, and he was the whole reason I started playing guitar in the first place. I am no Dimebag Darrell when it comes to playing guitar (in fact, as of late, I kind of suck), but I had wanted to meet him someday; maybe he could have taught me a few things. If you want to get technical, I owe it to Munky and Head of Korn for getting me into heavier music and making me want to learn how to play guitar, but Dimebag Darrell really lit a fire up under my ass... I didn't just want to play repetitive power chord riffs; I wanted to play solos, I wanted to be able to make the guitar "talk". There was just something about the solo from "Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks" that moved me.

Reading the news reports on the net, and from watching CNN, I understand that just as Damage Plan came out and started playing their first song, a man in a black hooded sweatshirt and a hockey jersey (his name was Nathan Gale), walked up on stage and started yelling at Darrell. He then pulled out a Beretta 9mm, and shot Darrell 5 times, once in the head. He then turned and started firing into the crowd. Two audience memebers were shot and killed, along with Damage Plan's security manager. A police officer, armed with a shotgun, then shot and killed Gale.

First off; how the hell could a guy just walk in to a crowded night club with a gun, walk up on stage, and start shooting people? When I went to see Godsmack in Green Bay back in 2000, I couldn't even get in with my wallet chain on (they said it could be used as a weapon), so I had to throw it in the trash, and buy a new one the next day. Well, apparently, the club had no metal detectors, and the security guards weren't armed. Also, Gale never paid to get in, he was hanging around the band's bus trying to talk to them, but he got shooed away. Then he jumped an 8 foot wooden fence and snuck in.

The police confiscated an amateur video tape shot at the concert, and have searched Gale's home, but have not found a motive behind the shooting to my knowledge.

Wanna hear my theory? I think Gale shot Darrell because he was pissed off about the break up of Pantera. Gale was said to be a huge Pantera fan, he would listen to Pantera in the locker room before high school football games to get pumped up. A post in a forum that I read on MxTabs.com said that one man overheard Gale say, "You're the reason Pantera broke up! You ruined my life!..." something like that. I don't know if that was true, but there was an official statement taken from Pantera's leadman, Phil Anselmo, published on December 1. You can read it here: http://www.roadrunnerrecords.com/blabbermouth.net/news.aspx?mode=Article&newsitemID=29847
From what I can gather, Phil blames the breakup on Dimebag Darrell and his love of getting drunk. I'll bet right now, Phil is really regretting what he said in that interview. Now, I loved Pantera, and I was a little disappointed to hear that they called it quits, but that's no reason to go out and shoot someone because of it. Nathan Gale; you sad, pathetic maggot.

Dimebag Darrell was one of the most well-known and well respected guitarists in the heavy metal world. His hooks were catchy, and his solos were awe-inspiring. If you ever listened to him play, you could tell he knew his shit. But like all musicians who are talented, influential, and well known... they all meet a tragic end. Jimmy Hendrix = overdose. Rhandy Rhoads = plane crash. Stevie Ray Vaughn = helicopter crash. Lynn Strait = car accident. Kurt Cobain = suicide. Dave Williams = overdose. Just to name a few. A lot of those musicians were cut down in their prime, and died when they were relatively young. Darrel was 38.

This pisses me off: http://www.iconoclast.ca/MainPage.asp?page=/newPage6.asp Some jerk-off always has to toss in his inappropriate two cents. If I ever met this guy in person, I'd punch his teeth out through the back of his head.

Nathan Gale: I hope your burning in hell right now. I piss on your grave.

Rest in Peace, Darrell. The world, and I, will miss you.
Dec. 8th, 2004 @ 11:39 pm I stole it from Alec, who nicked it from Dragonrose...
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: geeky
Current Music: Jackyll - The Lumberjack
-- name :: Salvatore Mason
-- birthday :: September 29, 1982
-- birthplace :: Wausau, Wisconsin
-- current location :: Marion, Wisconsin
-- eye color :: Brown-green (like baby poop)
-- hair color :: Dark Brown
-- height :: 6 feet
-- righty or lefty :: Right
-- zodiac sign :: Libra

LAYER TWO .
-- your heritage :: French Canadian (Mon petit chou!)
-- the shoes you wore today :: My DCs with the dog crap stuck to the bottom.
-- your weakness :: Alcohol, damsels in distress
-- your fears :: Zombies, snakes
-- your perfect pizza :: One without pubes on it (Pepperoni and cheese)
-- goal you'd like to achieve :: Finish high school soon.

LAYER THREE.
-- your most overused phrase on AIM :: AOL sucks... MSN is better.
-- your thoughts first waking up :: "Dude, I'm hung over..."
-- your best physical feature :: Smile (or at least I've been told so), eyes.
-- your bedtime :: When I fuckin' feel like it, biatch.
-- your most missed memory :: "My most missed memory"... isn't that kinda redundant?

LAYER FOUR.
-- smoke :: Too much.
-- cuss :: Fucky McFuckface!
-- sing :: In the shower and on the crapper (jk... when I'm driving)
-- take a shower everyday :: Usually
-- have a crush :: Nope. I got me a woman!
-- want to go to college :: Somewhere out of state, probably Minnesota, or Michigan. I'm going for my bachelor's in computer programming.
-- like(d) high school :: No, that's why I dropped out.
-- want to get married :: Nope, girls gots cooties. (Okay... maybe someday)
-- believe in yourself :: No.
-- get motion sickness :: Only when I'm drunk.
-- think you're attractive :: Sometimes.
-- think you're a health freak :: I smoke, I drink, and I've had sex with women I don't even know without using a condom. What do you think?
-- get along with your parent(s) :: I guess
-- like thunderstorms :: No, they make me pee the bed.
-- play an instrument :: Guitar.

LAYER FIVE
in the past month...
-- drank alcohol :: Hell yeah, of course I did. Whatchoo thinkin', foo?
-- smoked :: Indeed.
-- done a drug:: :\... yeah.
-- had sex:: What's sex?
-- made out :: Yeah, a little.
-- gone on a date :: I guess you could call it that.
-- gone to the mall :: The mall is for consumer fascists.
-- eaten an entire box of oreos :: Chocolate gives me zits.
-- eaten sushi :: I don't know her, can you introduce me?
-- been on stage :: Nope.
-- been dumped :: Only out of a speeding vehicle.
-- gone skating :: No, because there's no snow or ice.

LAYER SEVEN:
ever...
-- played a game that required removal of clothing :: Yeah, but it was gay.
-- if so, was it mixed company :: heh heh... yes.
-- been caught "doing something" :: Define "doing something"...
-- been called a tease :: No, but I've been called a slut.
-- gotten beaten up :: All the time in grade school.
-- shoplifted :: More times than I can remember.
-- changed who you were to fit in :: No fuckin' way! I will not conform! I am my own dog!

LAYER EIGHT:
-- age you hope to be married :: er... twenty... nine? I'm not in any hurry.
-- numbers and names of children :: I thought only chicks did shit like this... oh well... I hope to have a little girl one day, and I want to name her Anastasia
-- how do you want to die :: While having sex... no wait, dead and naked with an erection, that's embarassing... um... getting hit by a truck...?
-- where you want to go to college :: Not sure yet.
-- what do you want to be when you grow up :: A fire truck.

LAYER NINE:
in a guy/girl..
-- best eye color :: Brown.
-- best hair color :: Brown.
-- short or long hair :: Long.
-- best weight :: A little meat on her bones is never a bad thing.
-- best articles of clothing :: Bras.
-- best first date location :: I don't know. I've had so many bad dates.
-- best first kiss location :: On the lips?

LAYER TEN:
-- # of drugs taken illegally :: 1. pot
-- # of people I could trust with my life :: I wonder...
-- # of CDs that I own :: About 100
-- # of DVDs that I own :: 6, but I don't even own a dvd player.
-- # of records that I own: Live in the now, man!
-- # of piercings :: 3
-- # of tattoos :: 1
-- # of scars on my body :: A few.
-- # of things in my past that i regret :: Let's not get into that...

EXTRAS
-- favorite color :: Black.
-- favorite animal :: Cat
-- favorite boyfriend/girlfriend :: None, bitches! Well, I still get along fine with my first girlfriend, Kristin.
-- if you could be with anyone again who would it be :: I can't really say for sure.
-- favorite subject :: The stupid shit my friends and I used to do in high school.
-- favorite food :: Tacos.
-- what are you doing right this second :: Filling this out, thinking about Nicki, talking to Alec and Sarah.
-- listening to music :: Jackyll - The Lumberjack
Dec. 5th, 2004 @ 04:35 am In the news:
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Stone Temple Pilots - A Sex Type Thing
What's new with me? Nothing much.

I finally finished the first chapter in math at school (fractions). I could have skipped over the second chapter, but I got two questions wrong on the pre-test, so the instructor recommended that I do the two pages dealing with those two questions. So I have to work on decimals next. I really had to concentrate and remember back to high school when I learned this crap the first time.

That's funny, they taught me these things in school, but I never had a reason to use them. Now that I've finally found a reason to know these things, it's tough to remember because I've never used them. A²+B²=C²; that's the first time I've used the Pythagorean Theorem since I learned it in high school. :P

What else is new?
I met a girl... :D


This is Nicki. She's my cousin's room mate. She's a sweetheart, and I've had fun hanging out with her so far. She came out to my friend Paul's house on Friday night, the whole lot of us sat around drinking and acting retarded. Apparently she's liked me for some time: she told me that she met me through my cousin back when I was 15, and that she had a huge crush on me since then (funny thing is, I don't remember ever meeting her before this last summer, right after I got out of the psyche ward). I'm supposed to go and visit her on Tuesday night, I can't wait. ;)

I got turned down for another job... bummer. Who do I have to screw to get a job, seriously? I'm getting a little nervous... I have two fines to pay within a month, or my driver's license is going to be revoked, but I can't pay them if I can't find a job. I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm considering writing a letter to the clerk of courts to ask if I can have more time.

Well, it's late, and I'm supposed to be up early to go pheasant hunting with Paul. I'm also using my friend Matt's computer right now, so I should really get going.

Later,
~Sully
Dec. 1st, 2004 @ 02:47 pm Today is all about regrets.
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: emotionally cold
Current Music: Three Days Grace - Home
Dear Tanya,

This last week has left me thinking a lot about you, and the relationship I had with you.

The 23rd of November would have been our 2 year anniversary. Last night, a friend of mine and I were talking about why I drink so much, I told her I didn't know why drink the way I do. ...but I really do know...

I just wanted to say, I'm sorry...

...I'm sorry I ever got involved with you. I'm sorry I ever met you. I'm sorry I didn't leave you for good when I had the chance. Thank fuckin' god that abomination of a relationship of ours is over.



I wasted the best year and a half of my life on your miserable ass. I could have had any girl I wanted during the time I was going out with you, I felt attractive, I felt smart, I felt worthwhile... but no... I decided to stay with you and try to make our problems work out. But I was the only one trying, you were to busy flirting with and fucking other guys to try and help me out.

Now I'm broken, and I blame you. I blame you for why I am the way I am now... What am I? I am a pissed off, miserable alcoholic. I feel ugly, I feel worthless, I feel hollow, and I feel final. And I blame you.

I gave into denial. I turned a blind eye to all of the letters, e-mails, and IM messages from your guy-"friends". I gave in and believed all of your lies, excuses, bullshit stories, the "I love you"s, and all of the fake tears. I knew better. ...how could I have been such a fool?...

But, in the end, I got dumped. Even though you still act like the fact that we dated for a year and a half meant so much to you, you sure did replace me awefully quick. And with a faggoty, four-eyed piece of shit like Tim, no less. (Yes, I know you were dating Tim... like I said, I can read you like an open book, you are as transparent as a pane of glass... btw, how did that other chick's cooch taste? I hope he gave her a rimjob before he came home and french kissed you).

I especially love the way you go around telling everyone your sob stories in and effort to gain attention, or get them to feel sorry for you. Poor you, I think I hear a choir of violins playing...

You couldn't even dignify me with a decent break-up. Recently, Tiffany, Matt's girlfriend, told me you were calling him a lot after you broke up with me... You dump me, and try to pick up my friend? You fucking slut!

I won't forget... the last morning I saw you in person... You came over to get your stuff back. As I walked into the kitchen to give you back your stuff, I felt a tiny flame ignite deep inside my stomach... and when you looked me in the eyes... I felt that flame grow, and burn hotter... and I wanted to choke the life from you. I never once laid a finger on you, no matter how angry you made me... but at that moment, I was ready to rip off your jaw, and jam my thumbs into your eyes... I had to go hide in the bathroom, or there would have been nothing left of you.

I fucking hate you. Fuck your friends. Fuck your family. Fuck your loser boyfriend. Fuck your job. Fuck everything you're worth. Fuck Everything you stand for. And, most of all, FUCK YOU! I hope you fall flat on your face. I HOPE YOU FAIL!

I could give two squirts of piss whether or not you ever see this, ... I'm just glad to finally get what I've been thinking and feeling all this time off of my chest. I could care less if this is harsh, and would hurt your feelings if you ever saw it, I mean every single word I typed. I know, that even if you do ever see this, you'll never understand it, or care, because all you ever think about is yourself. The four things you care about are: 1. Your appearance 2. Getting Attention (mostly from guys) 3. Material Posessions 4. What people think of you.

I also wish you would stop calling me, because I cannot bring myself to talk to you anymore. Your words are like someone boring a hole in my head with a semi-sharp object, and this wound is never going to heal if you keep picking at the scab. So stop acting like we ever had something to try for.

Now that I'm finally throwing you away, I feel about 200 lbs. lighter.

~Jonathan
Nov. 24th, 2004 @ 11:46 am Another day, another dollar... yeah, right.
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Shadows Fall - The Light That Blinds
I went and applied at Marion Bodyworks as an line assembler today. But it said on the application that I may not hear anything for about a month... fuck, man. So, I flirted with the receptionist a little and told her that I put her down for a reference and she should tell them how sexy and suave I am. :D Naw, j/k... I went to high school with her, so it's all good.

I've caught myself a mean cough, I'm constantly hacking and coughing, it's rather disgusting (don't ever shake my hand if you meet me in person D: ).

I'm getting ready for my trip to Eagle River this weekend. I'm gonna get hammered, but I hope I don't do anything stupid. I'm in enough trouble as it is...

MOVING ON!...

I'm going to call up Paul and ask him if he wants to join me for Thanksgiving dinner at my parent's house, but he might already have plans.

I bummed $20 from my mom, so that Paul, Travis, and Matt don't have to pay my way for everything this weekend, but I feel bad, 'cuz I'm sick of having to be a bum. When is someone going to cut me a break and just give me a job? D:<

MOVING ON!...

I don't understand women...

MOVING ON!...

O_o ... alright, I've got nothing.

I've been talking to this girl I met on HotOrNot.com who's from the town I live in. Her name is Sarah, she seems nice. She's got long hair, lots of piercings, and has some kind of rabbit fetish. ;D j/k She's cool in my book. Maybe I'll have to invite her over for bunny stew sometime. XD God, I am such a dork.

D: ...my mom just said that Shadows Fall sounds like Cheech and Chong.

Later,
~Sully
Nov. 22nd, 2004 @ 05:54 pm I'm just trying to enjoy myself while I'm young.
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fukkin evil
Current Mood: Pain in the ass sisters!
Current Music: Disturbed - Beleive
My friend Travis came home from the Navy on November 18th. We (me, my friend Paul, Matt, Travis, Blue, and Jensen) partied from Thursday until Sunday.

Thursday, we partied at Matt's house in Tigerton. It was okay. Earlier in the day Travis, Paul, Blue, and I all went to Wittenberg to find some girls to party with. We got two phone numbers, none of the girls showed up. :P

Friday, we went road tripping to Shawano; we picked up "supplies" for Saturday night. In all, they spent about $200 on booze (seems like a waste of money, doesn't it?).

Saturday morning was hunting day, so I sat at home, while all those guys went out in the woods with their shotguns, looking for some harmless woodland creature to shoot and eat.

Saturday evening we partied at Paul's house. There was actually a lot of people there for once. A lot of Tigerton people were there. On a whim, Travis, Paul, Blue, Cotter and two Tigerton girls decided they wanted to go to Beansnappers (a strip club), and they took me with. I've never been to a strip bar before, but I actually enjoyed it. The dancers were all very beautiful (except one who looked like she should have retired by now). During the show, some jackass jumped up on the stage and grabbed one of the dancers. Soon after, about four bouncers tackled him to the floor, beat his ass, and threw him out on his face. Serves him right. Those women are baring their most intimate areas to entertain a bunch of drooling men just to make a few bucks, you have to try and show a little bit of respect for them.

After we got back to Paul's house, we found that the rest of the party had vanished, along with about 150$ in booze. Paul was pissed.

Sunday morning, Travis went to church. Blue, Paul, and I went out to eat at Choke and Puke's (Jerry and Pat's). Paul ordered an omelet. I had a huge plate of pancakes, but Paul ruined my appetite with his, "eggs are really chicken abortions" theory. Later on, Paul dropped me off at my apartment.

This coming weekend, I'm going up to Eagle River with all of my friends, because Travis has a cabin up there. It's going to be another big beer fest. When am I finally going to get tired of getting smashed on the weekend?

Well, looks like I'll have to finish updating another time, my sister suddenly needs to use the computer to do an assignment (it's 8:30 at night... she should be going to bed soon because it's a school night, but no! She has to wait until the last minute to do her assignments, and while I'm using the computer to boot. >:( )

Later,
~Sully