Sunday, February 29, 2004


So this window for my update has been open for the past three hours. I've been busy talking with Michelle' to even bother. I am sorry to my loyal reader(s) that the updates aren't more interesting or frequent for that matter. Hope you can forgive me.

I haven't done much today. I sat around doing nothing basically. I did bother to read the news today. Started paying attention to the whole gay marriage thing. It pretty much bothers the hell out of me. It's no one's business who marries who. It's no one's business who does what behind closed doors. It's def. not anyone's business who you fall for. Be it a man or woman. In a country where we are all supposed to take great pride in being free and be grateful for having the ability to do what we want because in other countries we would be shot for it, this sort of just kills it. We are not free, we are still being controlled. Mass media is a glorious tool the government can use to regulate what people think and how to feel about everything. You know what's an even better tool that has been around for ages?

The bible.

It countinues to be a text people are persecuted for. It is the reason for pain, misery, suffering anything else negative you can think of. It is also the reason for happiness and comfort. What kind of fucked up little stack of paper is this?

Will we ever be free from teh annoyance it causes, will we ever live in a country where we are really free? I sure as hell hope so. Maybe not for me, but for your kids. So on that note... I don't really give a shit for who you vote for. Just get Bush out of the fucking Whitehouse. That little piece of shit (sorry to insult the intelligence of shit everywhere.) supports a ban on gay marriage. He wants to make the states an "ideal" place. Fuck making it "ideal." Make it a good place to live, where everyone is happy and not just the idiots stupid enough to support him.


[ =Lucky= ] | 11:43 PM | (0) comments

Okay, that wasn't so bad.

Well, the ned of my weekend was pretty much at eleven PM. How sad is that? Pretty sad. It was okay tho. The weekend really helped me out. I'm not in a bad mood anymore. So don't worry, I won't be punching anymore walls... well... not right now anyway. Right now, I'm sort of on top of the world. I got back my mind set. :-)

All I'm concerned about now is eating the sky, Little League, and getting a new glove. I got my nephew a new bad ass Mizuno glove. He's gonna love it. If not... *shakes fist* I think I want a Mizuno glove too, although, I don't mind a good Rawlings. Maybe the Derek Jeter autographed model this time.

Okay too tired ot continue, nite.


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Thursday, February 26, 2004

I don't like this.

Looks like my days are getting worse by the hour. Just what the fuck is going on? Things were fine a week or so ago, things were just fucking peachy. What the fuck is going on? How the fuck can I get back my not a care in the world mind set?

I mean come the fuck on! It isn't that god damned hard! Where the fuck did it go!? I couldn't have lost it! I cna't even name the point where it went away! How the fuck did I go from not caring to caring about everything!? Why the fuck is this so god damned hard!? Shit! Just answer it! All of it. Please.


[ =Lucky= ] | 10:31 PM | (0) comments

The sky just isn't as tasty tonight.

Hmm so I went on a break for a few days, huh? I assure you, it was time off so I could think of new witty material for this blog o' mine.


Well, not a lot has happened in the past few days, except yesterday, which was a damned fine day. It started around 9:40, when I went to pick up Sunil. We headed to Denny's where we were supposed to meet Rosie and Min for breakfast. We got there and decided we'd never get any food due to all the freaking people that were so we headed to another Denny's, then to McDonald's, then back to Denny's, then To Panera Bread, then to Taco Bell with a sidestop at Wendy's. Thanks a million Min... I hate you. You owe me a million bucks in gas money.

But it was all good, but then we had to get to school, which proved to be the most pointless thing we had ever done. We sat in the cafeteria until 2:30. 11:30 to 2:30. In the cafeteria. Doing NOTHING. We entertained ourselves with a bottle of Poweraid for an hour and a half!!! I don't appreciate being locked up with the senior class for that long! I hate most of them! I don't want to share my oxygen with them anymore than necessary! Stupid idiot bastards.

But you know what makes it somewhat better?

I didn't have to take TAKS.

Man, our class so lucked out.


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Sunday, February 22, 2004

This entry sponsored by: Joy

Hey there kids. It's me again, your favorite neighborhood Lucky. Your only neighborhood Lucky. By neighborhood, I mean world. Better stay that way too, bitch. I'd never replace you with some cheap imitation, so why do it to me? Huh? Huh?

So yeah, anyway, these past few days have been rather bothersome for me. I've just had a lot on my mind and it wasn't money. Wait, yeah, some of it was. But anywho... I feel somewhat better now. I spent the weekend alone, I think I needed it, it helped me get everything straight in my head. It isn't perfect, but hey, it's better than before.

I spent the end of tonight with Michelle', That made the day seem more worthwhile, and acceptable. I wish it could have been longer, but hey, I'll take what I can get. She's a good kid, a foxy little firecracker if I must say so myself. I can't really ask for much more, she's smart and has a sense of humor. She's a lot more than I deserve, but hey, I can live with that.

In other news, Christina Aguilera hosted SNL tonight. I wanted to throw a brick at the TV. I also happen to think that the SNL writers are running out of ideas. Tonight's was sort of lame. Although, I did approve of the whole making fun of black people during Black History month thing. Fucking hilarious. I don't care much for Black History month. It annoys me. I mean come on, what about Antartican History Month? I mean, our people have suffered forever. (You try living in that temp, asshole.) I tell you, there's just no justice.

Okay, now that I have offeneded my .0000374 black readers, I'll end this. Goodnight, everyone.


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Thursday, February 19, 2004

A heart warming letter.

Dear Lucky,

I hope you die soon.


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Tuesday, February 17, 2004

Just fucking beautiful.

So today was a bloody rotten day. It was nothing more than a big bloody waste of my time. I need to start over.

I just spend the last three hours writing code and what happens? Some stupid fucking Kazaa pop up crashes every single fucking thing that was open. I fucking hate pop ups.

My god, I have hte sudden urge to break someones face. Any takers? I'll be gentle?

Gentle as a jackhammer.


[ =Lucky= ] | 8:38 PM | (0) comments

Monday, February 16, 2004

These Monday skies are oversized in the strangest way... I need you here more than you know...

So let's see... today was... a day... I woke up early, rolled around in bed for a bit until finally getting up for a shower. Then, I got bored and started writing code.

I hate code.

But yeah, other than my morning, this entire day was a waste. What a day off.


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Sunday, February 15, 2004

A six AM post, man, that's some hot shit

So, for future reference, in order to have a pretty damned fine weekend, do the following things:

1. Spend Friday doing nothing at all. For hours on end...
2. Continue that.
3. Go to an amusing movie with Michelle.
4. On the second day, go look at and sit in cars you can only dream about (For right now, anyway.)
5. Go to an amusing movie with Sunil.
6. Go stay at the Phi Mu house all night doing nothing but watching dumb old movies with Michelle, Eliz, and some dude (while they are all sleeping and snoring).
7. Drive around Houston for a long time thinking about everything around you.

And that my friends, is how to have a nice half-weekend. (it is yet to be concluded.)

I mean that last one too. I drove around Houston for a while and all the thoughts that ran through my head were simply irreplaceable. It was one of those moments where you realize, "man, I fucking hate it here... but this is home." It's something without substitution. I sort of like it here, maybe it just took 18 years to grow on me?

But, Michelle, don't get your hopes up, this doesn't mean I can stay.


[ =Lucky= ] | 6:07 AM | (0) comments

Saturday, February 14, 2004

Happy Valentine's Day, Bitch.

Well, the log has been down for the past few days due to the whole tripod saying that I was remote loading or some dumb shit like that. Stupid Carnegie Mellon mother fuckers. So then, for that, they took down my account along with all the files I was remotely loading from their servers... heh... stealing bandwidth is fun. Until you get caught, then it's a pain. You might even be asking yourself right now, "but Lucky, where oh where are your files coming from now?" And I'll say "None of your god damned business, bitch." But, just so you know, they're coming from Xanga's servers. I paid the last bill, I may as well use it. I'll stop as soon as my new website opens. Then I'll have space up the hibbity jibbity.

But I swear, anybody that steals my bandwidth, I'll cut your fucking nuts off with a rusty spoon. But as for you ladies... we can negotiate some other form of payment. ;-)

Fifty bucks. No other offers accepted, you sleazy whore.

Well, hmm... so what's new in the great world of Lucky Land? Nothing really. Just a bunch of the same old junk. But, I am on a four day weekend right now, so that rocks. Gives me more time to sit on my ass all day, scratch, watch the dogs scratch, scratch some more.... man... four day weekends are depressing.

Soooo today also happens to be, that's right, you guessed it, Valentine's Day. Now before I go into some long and worthless soapbox on how I hate this "holiday," I'm just gonna go ahead and say "I hate this holiday," and save us all the trouble. I hate this holiday. It's lame. Don't get me wrong, I have a girlfriend, and I'm not bitter or anything, but still, this day sucks. As a matter of fact, you know what my wonderful girlfriend and I are doing for this day? Nothing, she'll be out with her sis and i'll probably be out with buddies. Now of course, if she did want to see me, I'd be glad to see her, but if not, hey, just another day. We have this great understanding, she hates the day, I hate the day. Beautiful, no? Now a few of you are probably like "Dude, she's totally testing you, you're so fucked cos you didn't get her anything." But, you're also like, "Dude, it's Lucky, he's always got some bad ass contingency plan ready." Then you'll be completely surprised when I say, no, I don't have a plan. Quite frankly, I'm all for complete honesty (unless of course a lie is necessary), and I don't do well on tests, you know why? Cos I sleep through em. This is no different. People should know not to test me, cos I'll fail, I'll fail proudly.

I don't need a day of the year telling me I have to spend money. I get that enough from other people. I'm not letting some punk ass holiday tell me what to do. I can be nice and giving on my own time, at my own pace. The only time you've gotta worry about is when I'm not nice, and I'm not giving on any day but holidays.

Well alright, I have to finish this pizza, and go pick up my Indian. Peace bitches.


[ =Lucky= ] | 1:01 PM | (0) comments

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

Fuck Yorkies.

So the Westminster Dog Show was on the tele tonight. It was awesome. So many puppies. I've determined that the toy section of the show is nothing more than a joke. Stupid little puffballs. Save for the Havenese. Gotta love those.

So Minal and I had a sudden realization that we're almost done with this whole high school crap. It was an odd sensation, mixed with both excitement and, our worst enemy, fear. I can't say that I'm not looking forward to graduating and leaving, but I can't say that I am. What I am is confused and bothered by the fact that it's almost over. The memories of years past are all too clear and that only means they are all too fresh. That only leads to the emotion of missing things you never thought meant much to you in the first place. I never thought I would miss the routine, the rut I have found myself in. Yet, I do, and I am yet to leave. I never thought I would feel so close to a place I never wanted to call my home. Yet I know I will be wishing I could go home on the less than pleasant days.

This is it. This is the moment we have all been waiting for our entire lives. Many of our friends have seen it and can possibly teach some of us some things about it, but I find that often enough, they are just as afraid of it all as any of us can be. But we can only look at it one way, we can only see it as the realization that our lives have only just begun. We will have to understand that all the things we have been through have the chance of becoming nothing more than memories stored in the back of our minds. The best of it all is just coming up. We have to be prepared for it.


[ =Lucky= ] | 9:59 AM | (0) comments

Sunday, February 08, 2004

Crashing back to earth...NOW!

So today, today was a good day. I spent quite a while with Michelle and a few of her friends, we sat, we ate, I laughed at the giddy little Asian girls. It was all in the name of good clean fun. Man... it was really clean... no booze, no nothing....

Oh well, I suppose every now and again, stuff like that is good.

In other news, Hollister officially makes me sick. I took the effort to analyze their marketing strategy in it's entirety and I am further disgusted by how they are pushing their goods and to what crowd it's all for. Maybe some day I will get Michelle away from that stuff.

Argh, sudden smack in the face of sleepiness. I think I'll do that. Night.


[ =Lucky= ] | 1:19 AM | (0) comments

Saturday, February 07, 2004

Man... I'm such a rock star...

On this dull afternoon and on a eventless Iraqi night...

Me: So how's the Iraqi nightlife?
Josh: ha!
Josh: bitches galore!
Me: Hahaha
Josh: no really
Josh: dont worry, when i get home, ill get drunk and tell you all about it

Hehe, that's everyones favorite Private First Class Joshua Crawford.

He's still stationed over in Iraq protecting us all from evildoers and whatnot. He's doing a damn fine job of it too. I'm sure that crack about "bitches" meant something brave and awesome like "bashing some Iraqi bad guy heads." In the night, obviously.

Well, not too much else is going on, I've jsut been sitting here bored out of my mind. I'm supposed to go to Sarah's birthday thing or whatever but, I am lazy and reluctant to get in my car and drive. I will go tho, cos I said I would, and I need to quit being lazy.

You know what? It's cold!!! Not outside, no, inside the freaking house! Now warmth any sweater could supply can save me from the temperature in here. I'd tell you how cold it is but the temp on the thermostat stops at 60 degrees Farenheit!

Okay, time to go sit elsewhere. Do me a favor and tag the board.


[ =Lucky= ] | 12:23 PM | (0) comments

Friday, February 06, 2004

To work, or not to work...

I figure I should be working on stuff but I'm lazy. No working for me. I've spent all class working on Ashleigh's new weblog. Good fun. No work for me. It's what Multimedia is for. I suppose I should get to work and quit slackign off but it's difficult to develop that kind of strength. I'm weak as far as it comes to getting to work. I never have to so I never do. Oh well. I'll figure this out later.

So Liz(z) just did something silly like pointing out how I am choosing to slack off (writing this post.) But it's okay, I forgive her. I can do what I want. No matter what she says. Stupid fool... She poked me. What a bitch.

Ack, well now I'm getting flicked and I think I should leave to my next class soon. So bye bye.

[ =Lucky= ] | 11:15 AM | (0) comments

Thursday, February 05, 2004

Oops, I defected.

Okay, so what. Xanga was good, but not good enough. Maybe they just had too much to offer and I didn't want. Someone remind me to cancel that charge they put on my card every month. They don't need anymore money from me. Ever. I need that money. For coke, it get's me through the day and gives me the strength I need to write this shit for you people. Also, it gives me this petite figure most can only dream about. Only problem is, all the snorting is making my nose fall off. Damned jagged little crystals of doom...

Anyway, well, everything is pretty boring lately. School esspecially. Except my doctor is conveniently there. She gives me random check ups in the hallway. But I refuse to do the whole physical thing. No turning of the head and coughing for me. Get your jollies elsewhere Min. Pervert.

Tomorrow promises to be better, how much better, I can't tell you, cos I don't really know. I get to see that dollfaced girl of mine outside the learning environment tho, so that's always super. And by super, I mean great, by great I mean man, I'm such a badass.

No, no I'm not. I have this whole shaved head scruffy faced hardcore image that one can only dream about but them BAM! Le petite fraise hangs from my wrist. But you know what? That only makes me more hardcore. How hardcore do you have to be to have a freaking cute little strawberry (uhh... I mean hardcore strawberry...) hanging from your wrist? Pretty damned hardcore.

Well, I'm done with this for now. Bye bye.

(Just fer you Min.)

[ =Lucky= ] | 9:43 PM | (0) comments

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