Man, you really freak me out

"I know you don't mean no harm,
you're just doing your thing,
but man, you really freak me out"
--Freak Me Out, Weezer

This just stemming off a conversation that I had a couple of days ago in mine own kitchen. You know, there are many people out there is this here world and we all have these crazy quirks, ideas, personalities and what have you. Then we end up doing lots of stuff. We do stuff with other peoples and maybe possibly our with ourselves but depending on the mood, we'll do a certain variety of who knows what.

With all of that said and done, we must also realize [this is beginning to sound like some sort of lecture on chemistry, or social behavior or politics...eh...] we come up with ideas and plans that never come to pass. We do not do these ideas because of many reasons. I'll name a few:

a. The stupidity of the idea
b. There's no possible way to even accomplish it
c. We have no backbone
d. The convincing powers of peoples you know
e. Warwick Davis
f. The sheer creepiness of you actually doing it

I myself will only expound on the latter. If you're in the beginnings of the process of the actions and you feel weirded out, creepy, thinking that whoever is going to be on the receiving end of this is going to have their mind blown away; you're probably right. If it seems creepy, more than likely that is the case. You should probably get to know the person before you do anything. Once you know the person, then you're allowed to get away with a lot more stuff. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

I would like to say now that you should only do things that you are comfortable with but that would get some people into trouble. Once again I would like to say people have their own opinions and good luck to you with the social scene [hint, I've failed several times].

Sometimes I think that creepiness and romanticism share a very thin line. Now there's an argument for you.

I heart stereotypes

"You're the first person I bought off here."--Brian Cassaday

I'm driving back to my pad from West Jordan thinking about who knows what and lo and behold, I have a thought [amazing isn't it? shut up!!]. I was thinking, stereotypes. Side note: resembles kind of the caste system? just a side note. Basic thing is, we classify people. I don't know why, we just do. I guess it's in our nature. There are definitely certain kinds of people and just subconsciously group them together.

Certainly there are all types of people. We know who knows how many of them. I myself have met upwards of probably several thousand people as have you and that person off to the left. Every single one of them with their own little bit of individualism, personality, gene code and hair color. We get to know them and soon enough we put people into a specific group or folder or something like that.

The jock, skater, rich girl, pretty boy, momma's boy, teacher's pet, socially inept one, village bicycle, Señor Cardgage, creepy guy who writes those letters, fun one, the guy who won't shut up, *wench*, "he smells funny", loud one, obnoxiuos jerk, Tim Curry, "what the crap are you doing?" girl, the opinionated one, Sandra D., the not your regular dude, this person has the IQ of a brick and "why are you making fun of my southern accent?". Just to name a few kinds of groups.

So we get classified. I guess we might have to do it for identification purposes. But we do it nonetheless and we do it a lot. I think we like it. We can't or refuse to do nothing else. We're messed.

Lithgow, Willis and Boyle

"Do you want to be thumbed down?!"--Aliana Schaeffer

Today is the day where I see a man who looks like unto Peter Boyle. A couple of weeks ago I saw a man that looked like Bruce Willis. Last year I saw a man that really, REALLY looked a lot like John Lithgow. Who are these people? And why don't I know them? They gots to be cool peoples!! I agree with myself.

Now it's not often that one sees persons who look like famous people. I have been told that I look like one Eagle Eye Cherry. Others claim my bro-in-law resembles the loose footed Kevin Bacon. Where do people come up with this stuff? In my personal opinion I don't think I look like said pop star. If that helps you out any, more power to you.

Other notes: Yesterday I ate at our apartment kitchen table. This was the first time in a much too long while. Generally, the table is havoc. Good luck to you.But I must say it was quite the experience. I failed my cleaning check again. I don't care. So far I've never been charged. It wasn't all that bad anyway. I sound disgusting don't I? Ah, crap!!

I must go to witness Abberforth get the hanging of a lifetime. Or the end thereof. I think I might be able to save skin. I have collateral. Yes, I do have your gloves Jules. HA HA!!

What exactly is the use for a band-aid?

"Go vomit!!"--Absherificon

So, I was checking my electronic mail on campus when I looked off to the side and found this band-aid on the desk. It wrought me into a state of disturbance.

Now don't get me wrong. I do believe that band-aids serve a purpose. When one gets cut and starts to bleed, I would suggest a band-aid, even if you did get cut by a pizza crust [yes, I was stabbed in the arm with a pizza crust and I was cut].

But the question is: does a desk bleed?!?!? Last time I checked. Yes you can cut a desk but it doesn't heal and the only thing that happens is that ones handwriting gets jacked because of the divets created by the cutting. I am also wondering how long the thing has been upon the desk. Left out band-aids are one of the most disgusting things ever. What with the sticky adhesive going funky and the bizarre gross looking brown-ish skin looking color. I get the upwards jibblies. Ehh....

Another messed up thing about this station that I am currently at on campus. I just noticed that the space bar was divided in two. I'm sure my face had that classy "What the crap is this?" look upon it. So out of curiosity, I had to try out both buttons. Yeah, right side is the space bar and the left side is a delete button. I'm weirding out. But I am sitting in a nice chair. Ah...

Care-a-Lot, We care a lot

"It's cooler out there, warmer in here, I need a tuna sandwich."--Jim

Digging around my closet and/or taking stuff out and putting it all back I happenstanced upon my Care Bear. I've owned that bear since about the mid 1980's when I got it for Christmas one year. My mommy made it. It's totally Funshine Bear. Brings back so many memories. So of course I slept with Funshine Bear next to me. Talk about good times. I mean, he even has the whole heart "tattoo" on the left side of his bummel region. That seems kind of weird to me. Oh well.

Since I've had this bear for probably near 20 years, we've been through a lot together. There's a hole in his armpit and he's also missing his right pupil. But that's okay, he's still got class. I just remember Funshine Bear around me about all the time. And I have him around for sentimental reasons. He makes me happy. I think that's their job. It works.

Does anyone remember the Care Bear movies? I do somewhat. The one about the carnival was kind of creepy. But as I recall, they were still really feel-good movies. I know my parents have them on VHS somewhere at home. That's a massive wall of videos. I should probably dig those up. Well, sweet dreams

I feel funky

"Go down there in one of those cool little cars and set off a couple of nukes and we'll all have a good time."--Prof. Skinner

I'm exhausted. Two reasons: actual work as a cleaning technician in Heritage Halls and the processing of thoughts throughout the day. Today was full of some unexpectedness with a little bit of what have you scaliwag. The basic premise is that I desire change but do not know what I want. Or something like that...

First off, doors are for going through and windows are for looking through. I'll go through the door. Mostly because I work there. I like being given money, even though I have to work for it. The kids visiting the dorms for the week invited me to go through the window. I ignore them for a reason. Two reasons. They bother me and I clean up after them. So I have eight hours to do my thing at work. I can do the basics within two of those hours. The amount of time we have to do all our duties is ridiculous. No wonder I spend a good portion of my time with some of my fellow custodians. Thanks Auds and Jules. However today, I did some group work [of which I was not crew leader and was very happy] and I had to pass around some supplies and a little more upkeep than usual. 'Twas happy. I felt I accomplished something. Hooray!!

For the thought process action, the thing that started it off was that I saw someone whom I have not seen in quite some time. We've gotten back to that nod 'hello' phase. We haven't had much of any other phase. You're a great concept. This then started me thinking about where the freaking blazes to I do I want to go in certain aspects of my life. I basically said in my head "Ah CRAP!!" [side note: I was listening to the first song on the Weezer Pinkerton album when I saw the above Sandra D] I'm thinking, come fall semester, I think my social scene is going to be messed up. Wow.

Happy note: Eating at the Creamery I ordered my food and the thing is that once the food is ready, the employees call out your name so you can get your product that will soon be consumed by none other than your very self. I had them pronounce my name as "Filpay" instead of "Felipe" because that is the way my supervisor says my name. And she's been my boss for nearly a year and a half now. We all laughed.

He might be a Hammer fan

"Put a camera to a saw blade and the camera will lose!"--Dr. Jones

So, my apartment has been on this Super Mario Bros. 2 kick for the last littler while. I'll tell you the truth, it's been one of my favorites for a long time. I know the game pretty well forwards and backwards. I should, I've owned it for probably more than 10 years now. Lately, it's the game of choice and I know it's been left on for many hours at a time. A couple of times it's been left on when no one is home so that the person who is playing can start up right where they left off. Yeah, it's craziness.

In the game one can choose one of four different characters to play as. You have your choice between Mario, Luigi, Toad and Princess. My character of choice is the one and only Toad. He's got speed and control. He can pick up anything right quick. Yeah, he's cool. But the question is: why in the name of DreamLand is he wearing white Hammer pants? Toad, you are cooler than I am.

I think since the Mario 2 game Toad and I have developed some sort of bond. I don't think I'm that creepy. But anyway, the thing is that if Toad is a usable character in a game I will more than likely pick Toad [Toad, I choose you? and no I will not link pokémon to this blog, eh...]. He is the character of choice for me. Mario 2, Kart, Kart 64 and probably the rest.

To end this, I have to say the following: I'm a Toad fan, not a Hammer fan. Thank you very much.

Tampico vs. Anything

"Why do people take life so seriously anyway? It's not like any of us make it out alive."--Zack Callender

"I'll give you two bucks if you finish that," said one John. Yeah, he was referring about 2/3 of a gallon of Tampico juice. I almost did it. Probably could have done it if it wasn't for that mass amounts of ice cream that I just downed. That was a rough night. But I did get my two dollars.

Tampico does a number on the soul. I think it might be the xanthan gum. I don't know. The only thing I know is that my tummy [no wait, gut!! Crap factory!!] starts contorting in weird ways and I feel funky. bleh..... The above experience happened about two years ago. I've only had the stuff twice since. Thanks to Jamie and Uncle Pat. Okay, my eye is twitching just talking about this, I need to stop.

Since the Tampico experience I've move onto other drinks. I went through my Capri Sun phase. Not bad. Right now I'm on that stuff called Sunny Delight. John says it tastes like oil and that it lubricates his insides. Because of that, I now have to say that I'm going to lubricate my bowels every time I get a drink. It's very happy.

John says Tampico and Sunny D are the same. I think not. Tampico makes me twitch and Sunny D does not. There is that very specific difference. Hence!! However, there is discussion of a taste off. Blindfolds will be necessary. I will taste the difference. HA!!! I'm thirsty