hello

new blog

2009-08-03T12:14:00.000-04:00

http://ericinsight.blogspot.com/

too much hulu

2009-04-23T14:05:00.003-04:00

-why dr. kumar why??
-parks & recreation is basically the office except michael scott turned into a girl trying to build a park
-the office just got shoved into a closet and is getting even more out of control and ridiculous
-sit down and shut up is a fail cartoon. seriously, it sucks
-congrats chuck on almost hooking up. next time, carry some extras lol
-dolls are crazy
-tina fey is crazy
-i should be studying for my finals lol

really good food + drink combo

2009-03-10T18:08:00.002-04:00

today on campus, a papa john's replaced some other pizza place at the food court. i bought myself two slices. as i sat there munching on them i thought to myself...

"this would be really good if i had some beer to go with it"

i could definitely use a beer right now

soon

2008-11-02T21:00:00.001-05:00

this tuesday, november 4th is a big day. it is time to vote. it is time to do your part to decide who will lead this country for the next 4 years.

too bad i did not even bother to register LOL

what's so special about...

2008-04-02T15:21:00.007-04:00

...voting?

i was at the library the other time, trying to take a nap, when i get a tap on my shoulder asking if i have registered to vote yet.

"no," i said as politely as i could, "i have not registered to vote yet."

she smiled back and said "well would you like to register?" and then proceeded to shove a GIANT clipboard into my face. i mean this clipboard was pretty damn big. also, i didn't have my glasses on (because i was about to take a nap), so maybe the blurry distorted vision altered the original size of it.

anyways, i gently pushed that clipboard out of my face and said "no i am interested in registering to vote."

"oh why not??" she insisted, and again, waved that clipboard at me. this time there was a pen on top of it. that pen literally came out of NOWHERE

"because i don't care much about voting," i replied. "i don't want to vote."

"you DON'T WANT TO VOTE???" she exclaimed like it was the most absurd thing she has ever heard, "don't you want to participate in this election??!"

i swear, she was slowly converting her questions into statements. i told her that i was not interested in politics at all, because IT DOES NOT INTEREST ME.

"but don't you think this year would be different?" she said

i said, "what's so different about this year? it's just a bunch of people trying to become the next president."

"well," she continued, and prayed that she would not mention that this year would be different because a black man and a white woman was running for president, because honestly I DON'T CARE. "what would you like to see different about this election?"

i resisted the urge to say something really messed up like "i would like to not hear about a random war all the time", but instead i said "well, i think the country is fine the way is...". i stopped talking because i realized "hey wait a minute, she didn't even answer my question!"

"registering to vote is very important," she continued, "when you register we will provide you with a voter registration card, and you can use that as another means of identification."

"what's wrong with a driver's license?" i said, "or passport? or a social security card? or a dog tag?"

"well, those can easily get lost..." was the only thing she said. come on woman, what kind of person would just LOSE a driver's license and happen to have their voter registration card to ID themselves instead.

"if you could fill out this form i would really appreciate it!" she said with the biggest smile she could muster, and again there was that clipboard and pen this team, with a FORM. this lady is a magician i tell you. or maybe i am REALLY BLIND LOL.

in return, i gave the most exasperated sigh i could muster, took the form, and proceeded to fill it out.

"what's your name?" she asked.

"uh...eric," i responded and filled out "eric" under first name. then for kicks i wrote something that is not my last name.

"oh what's your major?" she asked

"uh...accounting," i said and continued to fill out bogus information. (i hope i did not accidently write somebody's real address when i wrote a fake one).

"oh how is that going for you?" she asked

"uh...it's going great," i said and wrote down my hometown papa john's phone number as my number, and wrote 1337 as the last four digits of my social security code.

i check marked a few extra boxes i don't really remember, and gave it back to her.

"thank you so much! and good luck with voting!" she said, and walked away. it has never occured to me that one would require luck to be able to vote. i hope that form was fake enough. i also hope i don't get in trouble with the government either.

then i took a nap at the library and that was the end

wishful thinking

2008-02-28T18:45:00.002-05:00

6:45 pm, thursday

overheard at the buisness computer lab while studying for a federal tax test (in about 15 minutes)

"is it friday yet?"
-random student

oh i wish

you know what really grinds my gears?

2007-11-14T13:12:00.000-05:00

here is a list of things that just grind my gears (make me angry even though it shouldn't). it's been long overdue, but i'm bored and need something to write and gripe about.

1. harry potter

i don't know, but this kid just really grinds my gears. and it's not just the boy, it's practically the entire series and the author who wrote those books. first of all, the ending of the last harry potter book was disappointing. *SPOILER ALERT* i was hoping for harry potter and voldemort to have one epic, final battle that would provide an awesome script for the movie or a video game. or if harry potter learned a secret double-edged sword/spell technique that will destroy the bad guy and at the same time sacrifice himself, nobly of course. if that wasn't good enough, a giant meteor killing everybody would have sufficed too. instead what i got was just more blah blah blah talk and some retarded reverse psychology involving love and magic and harry potter now has kids. i mean, the ending was pretty lame. i'm glad that entire series is done with and hopefully no one will ever have to talk about it again, until the movies come out.

but no, author j.k. rowling decided to have another "surprise" for us. i read somewhere that at some conference full of harry potter fans she announced to the entire audience that dumbledore was gay. then the audience started to cheer. um...wtf? first of all, i have nothing against gay people in literature, movies, or whatever sort of media. if someone makes it obviuos that a certain character is homosexual and it's supposed to help with the storyline then that's fine. remember that one crazy cowboy movie? it was pretty obvious those dudes were gay. seriously, none of this, "well is he/she gay? oh i don't know" stuff, either it's going to be yes or no. one could argue that it makes it more interesting to debate on a character's sexuality, but that's only if there is some concrete evidence to support such an argument in the first place. the sudden statement about dumbledore being gay makes it seems so fake and stupid. somebody give j.k. a free t-shirt that says "i am an attention whore".

2. kids who don't dress up for halloween
look kids, this is the one day of the year where you can to run around the neighborhood and get free candy. it does not take that much effort to put a mask over your pimply faces and call it a costume. it doesn't make you cool if you show up in whatever clothes your wearing and say you're dressed up as "a person". arg, that really grinds my gears. next year if i see anyone do that i am just going to tell them to GO HOME. no candy for you noob!

3. when people snap their fingers and walk at the same time
why do they do that?? i have noticed quite a lot of people who walk around and snap their fingers repeatedly. the worst part is they don't even have some sort of music playing headphones leeched on to their ears. maybe i'm a bit conservative, but i like to reserve the snapping of the fingers on certain occasions, such as trying to get someone's attention really quick (hey you! *snaps finger*) or when you have a bright idea (eureka! *snaps finger*). but these people will snap their fingers randomly while they walk. it's so ridiculous! it's not even like a rhythmic "west side story" walk and snap your fingers deal. just seeing a kid walk while they snap, snap, snap their fingers makes me want to break their knuckles with a mailbox. does nobody walk around normally anymore?

and those are the things that really grinds my gears

important message...

2007-10-22T00:45:00.001-04:00

...not really

just wanted to let whatever random readers out there to know that i will be making a mailing list, so you can receive a nice little email every time i update, instead of compulsively checking here to see if i bothered to write anything new every so often. isn't that exciting??

NO IT'S NOT

oh well, leave a comment if you would like to be added.

hadoken-poke!

2007-07-21T22:48:00.000-04:00

the current summer blockbuster film "transformers" vs the widely anticipated book finale "harry potter and the deathly hallows"

let's start with the kid with the goofy glasses and the lightning bolt scar on his head. i spent an evening at my local barnes and noble reading this book and i only have three words to describe it: what a mess. granted that i've only read half of the book (or was it? i can't tell, it has too many pages!) i already noticed the same writing style as in the previous two books. they were both, how shall i say in the most non-offensive way possible, retarded. also granted that the first thing i decided to read when i picked it up was the last chapter titled "epilogue: 19 years later" did not help either. but hey, i don't care. hopefully the book picks up into something awesome, i.e. harry potter shoots big bad voldemort in the face...with a real gun. i have to say that, the thing that got me excited the most was the fact that the main color for the book cover was orange. i was like walking into the entrance, thinking "ok the tower of harry potter books should be right in my face when i walk in...omg orange! awesome!!" because orange is a pretty awesome color, especially the burnt kind. for any fan of this wizardly series, the newest edition would surely complete your rainbow collection of reading materials. let me rephrase that since it probably didn't make much sense. if you want to buy it, get it where they sell it for super cheap. and be prepared to spend many hours reading the "last" harry potter book, just to find out that a giant meteor comes from outer space and everybody dies.

recently, i had the most wonderful opportunity to watch robots take the shape of various types of machinery and jump kicking the crap out of each other on the big screen in digital projection. to not only sum it up in three words, but in three phrases: best movie ever, so f---ing insane, and criminals are hot. in the first 10 minutes there was already stuff exploding everywhere, and whenever something explodes, it's awesome! just the fact that a pontiac solstice is able to transform into a ten foot tall robot of destruction while breakdancing, or any other robotic transformation, is utterly amazing. i've heard some reviews saying that the movie was really not that great because it lacked a good storyline. you know what i think? who needs a storyline when you have gigantic robots wrecking havoc all around town. complete chaos > complex story. pirates of the caribbean had an intricate plot and look how that turned out. like retarded i tell you. spiderman 3 tried to have numerous stories in it also, but it came out completely jacked up. james bond: casino royale was, well that just went down hill with that whole love story ordeal. simplicity can be a good thing for action movies, and transformers did it best. transformers: the most entertaining summer 07 movie ever.

to what do i owe this pleasure...

2007-07-10T11:29:00.000-04:00

...of having many friends wish me a happy birthday. i feel so special.

many many thanks to all the people who took the time to write a note, give me a ring, or draw a picture for this occasion. i was surprised at the quantity of emails informing me of people who wrote on my facebook wall when i got home last night.

and for some notable thank-yous:
-to angy from work who bought me a cupcake and decided to inform the whole publix staff that it was my birthday. it was kind of embarrassing but thanks anyways
-to marvin and dma, who called me to make sure i was on my way to houston so we can party, but since i "missed" my flight, decided to go get drunk for me instead. i hope you kids are safe.
-to anthony, joyce, lynna, deborah, and skot: though i know how difficult it is to maneuver a mouse around to create a piece of art on the computer, i really appreciate the creativity and effort you guys put into it. joyce and the tropical beach scene, lynna having balloons in the background, deborah with the beautiful bubbles, and skot drawing the most jank monkey i have ever seen. anthony tried, and that's what is most important. thank you guys.
-to stephen, who drew all the things i ever wanted. jeans, a wallet, a bottle of ciroc, and well, i'm not sure what that girl with the heart over her head is supposed to mean. he also got a bunch of girls to sing happy birthday over speaker phone. you're a pro. thanks for always reminding me to ctfo.
-to cheen and sally, my two best florida buds since forever. thanks for visiting me at work, it was a nice break from putting up pet food on the shelf and showing people where condensed milk was. i can't wait to watch transformers with you guys later tonight. yay thanks dudes.
-and of course, alice who devoted a whole blog entry to me, titled "happy birfday". i just want to let you know, i eat mah cake. it was good.

a final thank you to all those who told me to be sure to party it hard, down, up, left, right, whatever other direction you can party in, and not to party too hard. and of course friendly reminders not to drink too much, to get incredibly wasted, and to make sure i don't collapse my lung, break my arm, or end up in the hospital, and that i was both loved and getting old. you guys are all awesome

yay i'm 21!

the stomach growls angrily

2007-06-12T21:20:00.000-04:00

today, like any other day at home in sunny florida, i ate a delicious meal. i'm not usually sure what i had, but it was good and i probably ate a lot of it. however, about an hour later, that unmistakable feeling came to me.

i was hungry again

my appetite can be considered quite fascinating to most people, since i can eat quite a lot of food, and still be able to tuck more in to my belly after a few minutes. i think this phenomenon is medically referred to as a "high metabolism", which i believe has something to do with the ability to digest food at an alarming pace. i'm sure most kids my age also have a "high metabolism", but it seems as if mine was overclocked. if the concept of "snacks" was never invented i probably wouldn't know how to survive during those time periods between meals. i am messed up

so messed up that today my mom asked me about this condition and worried if i might have diabetes. i said that it couldn't be possible, since i usually have a normal diet and tend to avoid treats with high sugar contents such as ice cream, candy, and soda. i actually have no idea how diabetes occur, but i always assumed it had to do with an excessive amount of sugar in blood, caused by eating too much candy or something. perhaps that was a bad assumption. hmm, oh wells. anyways, i jokingly suggested that it might be possible that i have tapeworms living in my stomach. or wherever tapeworms live, i have no idea. she then said it would be a good idea to go see a doctor or a veterinarian. i hope my mom was joking.

i decided that it would be a good idea to research the reason of my excessive hunger. after glancing a few websites (actually just one, called health.discovery.com, not that blasted wikipedia thing), and discovered a few possible explanations to my dilemma:
increased exercise - that is highly unlikely since the most exercise i do everyday is getting out of bed in the morning.
growth spurt - again, not possible considering my growth spurt happened around...well i don't remember but i'm still hungry now but not growing any taller
hormonal imbalances - this condition happens to women during pregnancy or something called the menstrual cycle. i'm pretty sure i am not a woman
uncontrolled diabetes - i'm sure all those blood tests at clinics and hospitals would've told me by now that i have diabetes.
depression - only emo kids have this, and it's all in their heads anyways. those crazy emo kids
bulimia nervosa - well i have never thrown up after i finished eating a meal. as for nervosa i think i am usually a pretty calm person
certain drugs or medication - drugs are bad
damage to the area of the brain called the hypothalamus - this is the most likely case compared to the rest of the list. it is also probably why i am not doing so well academically. unless the hypothalamus has nothing to do with academics. then i'm just being stupid.

the website article stated that prevention was often not possible. perhaps i am doomed to suffer a fate of getting the munchies.

in memory

2007-04-27T11:23:00.000-04:00

yesterday i had dinner with a group of what i like to consider my closest friends. i'm not sure how this came up, but i suddenly asked them all "what would you say at each other's funerals?". it was quite the light-hearted conversation, with many inside jokes and fun, and definitely not very serious. how ironic that at the same moment, there was a group of people mourning the loss of their friend.

i'm looking at the recently passed away person's facebook, and his wall is filled with comments of how much they miss him and how they remembered the good times. most were probably his good friends, but many were just simple expressions of sympathy and sorrow. there are notes, messages, and even an event created of holding a memorial service for him tonight on campus. nobody knows for sure if he is able to read all those comments, but i wonder...how well do most of the people actually know him?

andru hu was definitely quite the party-goer, and like most people i met him about a year ago at his apartment at a small party. but i really got to know him last semester, in my eco304k class. i recently transferred to being an economics major at that time, and finally knowing an acquaintance in one of my overly populated classes was considered a blessing. almost every week we would work on homework together, tutoring each other the information that our teacher sometimes failed to relay effectively. we spent most of the time studying, driving around getting some food, discussing a variety of topics, and solving sudoku puzzles when we got incredibly bored of the material we were supposed to be working on. he introduced me to the website www.woot.com, which i've been checking daily ever since i discovered it. in a small way, andru has made some significant impact on my life.

a friend called me last night, someone who also knew andru through homework and study sessions for eco304k. he asked if i knew what exactly what happened, but unfortunately i do not know all the details. it came to my attention that andru and i barely kept in contact this semester, but on the occasion we did run to each other on campus we would just make small talk. yet it is the same story with many friendships i have made with other people, how i spend a great amount of time for an extended period, but never able to continuously hang out in the future. how strange, this feeling of uncertainty. i feel deeply saddened by this sudden loss, and yet i cannot imagine the pain of what his family and closest friends are feeling. it affects me, barely making me able to think or feel as i walk to class this morning and make my way home afterwards. i notice another group of friends during my mindless trance, wondering if they have also have heard of this recent tragedy. perhaps they are just curious as to where my usual humorous nature went. i wonder what that feeling was or where it came from.

it is not because life is too short, it is because life is taken for granted. we live in a cruel world, because we fail to recognize any reason to be happy. we hardly appreciate what we have, what we don't have, the things that happened, and what has yet to come. we carefully take time to choose our friends and spend most of it making enemies. we only care about ourselves and not about the people who care about us.

last night, i wondered what that feeling was. it was fear.

andru hu, rest in peace

requiem

2007-04-18T11:01:00.000-04:00

it begins with a quiet hum. one by one, they come to present their part to be played. creaking of chairs, shuffling of bags, the masses await for the arrival of the maestro. he comes in and conducts his piece, teaching his lecture for the day on the subject of something. it is accompanied by a few quiet coughs, sneezes, and yawns, with the click-clacking of pens and the rapid tick-tacking of typing. a sudden interruption occurs as a strange melody is introduced, but hastily and sheepishly ended by the contributor. how strange that this rude addition is never considered to be removed and yet repeated again and again. all of these things are but minor distractions to the serious listener, but major distractions, amplified by a serious headache, to the thinker.

oh how i long to be outside, walking around and enjoying the warm, glow of the sun combined perfectly with the cool, brisk air, and enjoying the melody of nature. but alas, i am restrained in this containment of education. my symphony of the soul, how it aches and the music of my mind, how it strains to keep sane. they suffer in an endless repitition of this sad state of affairs.

finally, the mighty clang of the bells of time signals the end of my imprisonment and permits my freedom...

...it is a sad song

new year resolutions (round 2)

2007-02-19T17:28:00.000-05:00

since i practically failed on my solar calendar resolutions, time to make up for it by having a new and refreshed set of resolutions for the lunar year. just a few minor changes, but still going to work on the original ones.

chinese new year resolutions
1. eat healthier
2. find a job (that hopefully doesn't have to deal with animals or dumb people)
3. spend more time reading for homework, study, or leisure
4. build better relationships with all of my friends (and of course, my family)
5. go jogging once a week
6. wear jeans (at least once)
7. figure out what i want to do with my life

brrr...

2007-02-01T13:28:00.000-05:00

maybe i should invest in some jeans, so i can accomplish new year's resolution number 5, and because it is cold. in fact, it's supposed to be freezing again this weekend. that might be a little too chilly for me. speaking of resolutions, i've actually failed at some already, most notably the "jogging once a week" one, probably because it was too cold and more likely because i'm too lazy to run around the neighborhood. or i'm scared. for now, i need another book for the month of february, perhaps a romantic novel. but no overly sappy love stories please.

on another completely unrelated note, my least favorite holiday is coming up in about two weeks. i think the answer is fairly obvious on why i despise it so. but one should always keep an optomistic view, so on that special day i propose to give each girl i encounter a nice jump kick in the face.

-jk

hello two thousand + seven

2007-01-04T21:19:00.000-05:00

4 days into the new year and i have yet to start jogging or reading a classic novel, or really work on any resolution. i went to a bookstore to see if i can get a hold of "catch-22" but i forgot how much books can get. then i went to the library but oddly enough they didn't have a copy, so i borrowed "ulysses" instead...which is a terrible mistake because i simply have no idea what is going on. after reading about 20 pages and being confused on each one, my sister kindly reminded me that the book was mostly about random ramblings of a crazy person. that's good to know, now i have an excuse to pick a different book. any suggestions?

to kick things off into the new year, and since i am such a prominent advocate of facebook activities, i made a new group titled "texas mafia" which is a spinoff facebook roleplaying game of "mafia". i should have called it "the texas mafia game" because it has come to my attention that when people see an invite to "texas mafia" they might just think to themselves "wtf did eric invite me to this time? texas mafia? man i aint part of that s***. DECLINE!" and then not realize that it was a game i invited them to play. so if you do get an invite please join!

anyways it has been rather warm in florida (as usual) but i was hoping for some cooler weather since it is the winter season. but at least i can go to the beach, which i haven't done that yet, but i most certainly will in the near future. or else... *shakes fist at no one in particular*. today i got to eat at one of my favorite restaurants today "sushi takara". it was awesome. all you can eat sushi at a very good price, instead of the limited amount high price rollas they have at austin.

on a completely unrelated and random ending note, i just wanted everyone to know that they need to chill out, relax, get some fresh air, and enjoy what they have. and now i go look for a book. i think "freakonomics" (though not a classic) will be an interesting choice.

some 07 resolutions

2006-12-30T21:17:00.000-05:00

another exciting year has come to a close, but for some reason i cannot wait for the arrival of the new one. perhaps it might have something to do with the idea of celebrating the big two-one in the summer, or maybe i will be able to start my new major in college, or it could be that i'm just excited about what kind of surprises 07 will bring me (not really). probably because i just like the number seven and i think it's lucky.

anyways, i got here this list of my "new year resolutions for 2 double-o 7". it's still a work in progress, and realistically i don't expect to achieve each goal by the end of next year. but it's fun to give it a shot. y'all should try it too.

new year resolutions for 2 double-o 7 (2007)
1. read and complete a different book every month (preferably a classic)
2. have more patience
3. not be so dramatic about little things (especially when it comes to girls, those damn girls *shakes fist*)
4. practice the piano more often (and actually learn a piece)
5. wear jeans (at least once)
6. do better in school
7. go jogging once a week

have an awesome new year kids.

a contemplation of current situations

2006-11-12T20:56:00.000-05:00

i'm sitting at the library, drinking a tall can of iced coffee that cost me $2.44. this is the first coffee drink i've had all semester, and it is quite good. now that i think about it, i haven't had any coffee for about a year now. it's not that i don't enjoy it, i just find it extremely overpriced. and i think it helps me stay awake when i don't have time to take a quick nap. which is the current situation now...

...because i just realized that there was a psychology test tomorrow that i completely forgot about the entire weekend. i was reminded of it when this random girl i met at the library text messaged me a few hours ago, asking if we were still going to study for this test. i couldn't believe that for one i forgot about a test on monday and two, i forgot about my "library date" for this evening. and i was going to sleep really early tonight too, since i finished an intense game of capture the flag earlier today...

...which made me realize how a little competition can really bring out the "worst" in some people. kind of like playing super smash brothers or warcraft, especially when i lose to the most ridiculous random ways. but i try my best to hide it, among other things that particularly aggravate me...

...like my paycheck. getting paid $6 an hour is pretty bad to try and cover rent, bills, and food, especially when you work part time. but i came across some information at work one day that instead of the assumed "grooming assistant/bather" position that i thought i was in (which has a pay of 6 an hour), i was actually a "sales associate" (who get paid 7). a one dollar difference doesn't seem like much of a big deal, but in the long run i get cheated out of about 50 dollars per pay check. i'm debating whether to just write a two weeks notice and wait it out or just simply give my boss the finger and say "i quit". i'm leaning towards the second option the more i think about it. working at petco really sucks. i wonder if other jobs in the future will be as retarded as this one...

...but i can only hope for the best in the future. and i just finished this can of iced coffee. it was quite chilly.

no more depressing stuff

2006-11-09T23:18:00.000-05:00

time to turn them frowns upside down,
laughing and smiling my way to town,
where i will go to PARTY IT UP.

well this is depressing

2006-11-05T23:09:00.000-05:00

i think i've had one of the most depressing weekends at school. maybe i feel that way because of some certain events that led me to such a conclusion. the reasons behind my current emotional state are (you guessed it) girl problems. to begin, let's start with this past friday.

this past friday was the some number annual vsa date auction. now that i am member of a student organization, i figured it would be worth my while to attend the events they offered. of course, being my natural shy self, it is pretty hard to make friends with people. actually i lied, the real reason why it is difficult to meet new people is probably the fact they are just not interested in talking to you (or rather, me). i usually take the initiative to introduce myself with a simple "hey, my name is eric. what's your name? blah blah? cool, nice to meet you". simple and clean, just a nice starter to a hopefully more interesting conversation. too bad for the fact that most of the time i get a "oh my name is...blah blah...yea nice to meet you too *rolls eyes looks away*" response. but point is, it's hard for me to meet new people. i must be so unattractive i figured i'm just not worth it to talk to when they could be flirting with other hot kids. i can keep the conversation rolling (without hopefully making it too awkward) as long as the other side participates regularly. but i hardly ever get the chance too.

so yea date auction. seeing as how i didn't want to be bored out of my mind and that most of my friends had dates on their own, i decided to ask someone to be my date for the evening. my logic was that i could at least have someone to talk to, and have a chance to get to know them better. again, i found it difficult for someone i barely knew to go with me, because the first one already had a date, the second had work, and the third was going out of town. i asked one more (via facebook message) and she didn't respond for a while so i almost completely decided not to even bother going, even though i already bought tickets. well, finally i got a response and she agreed to go with me. success.

too bad i was a terrible date because i half assedly (if that is even the correct word) dressed up for it, which made me looking pretty ridiculous. i wonder what was going in my head when i didn't bother looking for a suit. whatever. anyways i guess she'll probably want to avoid further confrontation, seeing as how i made a complete fool out of myself. whatever again. this is bad, my "i really don't care about anything" is becoming more and more apparent. i really wished i had a car, so then i wouldn't have to depend on other people giving us both rides. she probably didn't like the fact that i had no car either. anyways, so that was friday. first night of the weekend, and i f---ed it up pretty badly. i didn't even get drunk. damn

so saturday came along, was planning to study the whole day and maybe party it up later in the evening. as predicted i didn't get much studying done, but i did get a chance to hang out with some friends i haven't seen in a while. sometime in the afternoon i got a call from a friend asking if could be in her next class project movie. supposedly i was "perfect for this part" because i was a nerdy kid who wishes he could dance and doesn't get any girls. wow, just wow. i'm not sure why i agreed to doing in the first place, probably because i could honestly care less about myself. the one highlight of the evening was that i got a call from this girl i met at a halloween party in san antonio. we'll just call her K. this is mostly the reason why i'm even bothering writing this whole thing. also the fact that if i don't get this out of my system i will seriously break something (like my arm). anyways, rewind to the halloween party where i met K. i was having a pretty good time just talking to her at the party, because i seriously didn't want to dance or keep drinking alcohol. we exchanged numbers and promised to keep in contact in the future and i left the party with a pretty good feeling inside.

so fast foward to last saturday. K actually called me while was eating dinner with some friends (i felt like my lung was going to collapse from the sheer excitement. just kidding, it was pretty exciting though). we talked for a bit and she asked if i was going to this party in downtown austin. after i revealed to her that i didn't have a car to pick her up to go, i could tell that she was pretty disappointed (she actually had her own car, that's how she got to austin in the first place, but of course wanted to get drunk and won't be able to drive). but then i suggested we could just meet up at the party later tonight. so in my efforts to go see K, i called up some people i knew who were going to the party to see if i can get a ride for the both of us. too bad that everyone else was having their own personal designated drivers. i was going to take the city bus with some friends, but after a while i realized it was just too much trouble. i called K back, and told her that i wasn't going to make it (by then she already found a ride). i suggested if we could possibly "have dinner tomorrow after i get out of work?" and she replied "sure that sounds good". again, i didn't get drunk. damn

and now we come to sunday evening. as expected, K said she couldn't make it because it was getting late (7:15?) but "hopefully we can see each other some other time!" yea right. maybe i shouldn't have asked her to pick me up at my apartment so we can go somewhere to eat, but of course having no car really completely sucks. again i managed to fuck up my chances with another girl. good job eric you fucking noob. so here's a quick checklist of why i suck so much. and i still haven't been drunk for a while. damn

eric's checklist of why he sucks so much
- not attractive/cute/good looking
- too cynical
- does not care about dressing up in a suit to a vsa event
- does not have a car
- apparently is not all that interesting to talk to
- not into the whole clubbing scene
- does not dance...at all
- can't sing
- does not have a car
- switched out of an "awesome" major to a "normal" one (music major to economics)
- seems awkward? at times
- terrible at womanizing
- too skinny (doesn't work out at the gym)
- feels out of place
- always odd wheel
- does not have a car
- unstable health/physical condition
- is not reliable?
- cooking skills are bad
- drinks alcohol too much (possible alcoholic)
- did i mention how he doesn't have a car?
- unpopular
- just a friend (more like a brother!)
- in general, hates his life

i know for a fact that the minute i click the "publish post" button i will regret it immediately. but honestly, nobody reads this shit anyways.

bah

2006-10-17T15:55:00.000-04:00

first of all, happy birthday to all those october kids, especially aliceee (my sister, and she actually has more "e"s than that). and now, here comes another mindless rant by yours truly, since i know how much you all love those. jk. i hope

today began like any other tuesday morning. i woke up to the sounds of traffic and obnoxiously loud birds, and got ready for another (less than) exciting day of work. my situation there has slightly improved, in that i asked for less work hours. which should give me enough time to eat home cooked rice instead of constantly spending money on fast food.

luckily, i was allowed to leave work at 1 o'clock like promised (actually i just ran away because they wanted me to stay longer). it was a good thing that there was leftover rice in the fridge since i was really hungry by then and i could just microwave it. i came back, showered, wore nice dry clothes, and looked in the kitchen.

as predicted it was a mess, filled with empty, dirty glasses all around the counter, dishes piling up in the sink, and the garbage on the point of exploding from trash. there was really no problem with it, as long as i could find just one clean dish, cup, and silverware to eat my food with. then i would just wash them all when i finished eating and throw away the garbage on my way out. what i didn't predict was that there was absolutely no clean dish or cup to use.

not to be too modest or anything, i have to say that i have a really high tolerance and patience for these small annoyances (small being a shitload of dishes that constantly need to be washed). in fact, i even wash dishes when i'm drunk at parties, which may seem awkward at times but nonetheless helpful in certain scenarios. i'm not to exactly sure why, but i somehow managed to get really FUCKING PISSED OFF at having to wash all these dishes just so i can eat one simple plate of rice. but since i like to analyze things instead of jumping into irrational conclusions, i have come up with a decent explanation of my now irritable state:

thursday 10/12: i wash all the dishes in the evening, so skot (my roommate) and his new roommate (girlfriend) has some clean dishes to use for the weekend. the kitchen is cleaner than usual. before i head off on my adventure skot reminds me that our electric bill is $153 and something cents. (wtf?). i leave.
friday 10/13 - sunday 10/15: i was gone from my apartment, staying at a friend's place the whole weekend so i can hang out and study. it was fun. i figured out how to make my own bubble milk tea drink.
monday 10/16: i finally return home in the morning to take a quick shower and return to campus to go to class for the rest of the day. in the evening i come home, only to find the kitchen in its original dirty ass state. also, when i sit down to use my computer which i haven't been able to touch in the past few days, someone demands more toilet paper, since apparently there is none left. because i only have a few cash on me, and i recently lost my debit card, i hestitantly agreed to buy more. i ponder on why our electric bill is so expensive and how we ran out of toilet paper so fast as i walk to the grocery store.
tuesday 10/17: i return home from work and realize that absolutely nothing has changed. the ac is left on, there is loud music playing on a computer that probably needs mad dosage power in order to run it, and a broken window screen is now sitting inside our apartment. and of course, messy kitchen scene. i proceed to wash dishes, which literally take me about an hour (and more?), and i still am not finished because halfway through i ran out of detergent. my spare cash has already took a heavy hit from buying toilet paper, but i still go to the store to buy some dishwashing liquid. i have no money now. i still have not eaten anything yet. i am fucking angry.

i'm probably going to campus to study or solve a sudoku puzzle at the library (getting really into those now). give me a call if you want to feed me. please

slowly going downhill...

2006-10-08T22:22:00.000-04:00

...on a path of not caring about anything anymore.

the end

littlest things

2006-10-07T05:00:00.000-04:00

Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, it seems
That I can’t shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too

he thought of this as he slowly began drifting into a deep slumber. another year in college, and yet he still managed to live the bachelor's life. not really by choice, but by lack of ability or competence to be in some sort of actual relationship. it was an assured fact (by other people) that there was nothing wrong with him and that he would soon find the girl for him. fact? to him it was definitely fiction. the flaws only he could see in himself became obtrusive everytime. of course, he was not entirely sure what exactly those flaws were, but how else could he explain the reason why he always ended up in some failed attempt to court a lady?

chivalry is dead, and that is a fact. mere acts of courtesy, generosity, and an overall gentleman nature are not enough to impress anyone anymore. you could be nice, kind, and sweet, but the girl will want something "different" and "just doesn't see it in you". so instead they do find some other character interesting, and lo and behold it turns out he is a motorcycle punkass who likes to buff himself up all the time. it sounds bitter, but that's why nice guys always finish last...or never finish at all.

in a moment of frustration, he grudgingly got out of bed. why did he always put himself in these situations that cause him so much despair? he quitely left the apartment to go for a walk around the block. and as predictable as the moon shining in the night sky, he began to think about her. the stars shining like her smile, the quiet atmosphere like her shy nature, the winds like her gentle whispers. he shook his head at the thought of all the littlest things that reminded him of her, and returned back to his apartment.

and now the voices came in his head. "i hate you, you suck, you're the worst, you're terrible". they were entirely imaginary, but they felt so real. he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to die right on the spot. he screamed but nothing could be heard, he cried but no tears came out. instead he just shuddered at the horrible thoughts intruding his mind, helpless to do anything about it. why, why, why. nobody knows.

a chance please. just another chance. but that's in the past, he missed it, and there was nothing he could do about it now. he thought of her, and he could only pray that she was happy.

The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but it’s so true
I know it’s not right but it seems unfair
That thing’s are reminding me of you

So come on
Tell me
Is this the end?

by: hitmaneric (i'm kind of drunk right now, so...whatever lol)

nostalgia

2006-09-29T21:10:00.000-04:00

for the longest time i randomly recall images of this one movie i saw when i was a kid. it was pretty cool. it involved this boy who somehow ended up in this weird world and he got there with this warped out bed and trying to rescue the kingdom from this dark monster thing. i know, it sounds stupid, but it was awesome when i watched it back then. otherwise why would i still remember it now?

anyways everytime it popped into my head it would really bother me because i just couldn't figure out what the movie was called. then randomly on facebook (with it's scary newsfeed feature) i noticed that some friends of mine joined this group called "if you remember this you grew up in the 90's" or something. so i checked it out and read the list, and it mostly contained tv show references or some fads when i grew up. my favorite was this one that said "back then, 'race issues' were just about who could run the fastest". but overall it gave me a feel good laughs and a nice nostalgic feeling. sigh good times

well then there was about 3000+ pictures in that group photo album and i noticed one that was a poster of this kid riding on a flying bed. it was called "little nemo: adventures in slumberland" and i googled it and saw the trailer. success! i have finally discovered what that movie was at last. it was quite exciting. now all i have to do is find a way to watch that movie again.

i got my first paycheck today. i just realized that my $6 an hour for a part time is probably not going to help my financial situation (mostly rent and food). oh well, i just hope i won't have to find two. that would be most troublesome.

oh how i long for the past, but sometimes i think about how the only reason i am here today is because i mostly ran away from it.

another bottle of soy sauce...

2006-09-16T20:09:00.000-04:00

...we can finally eat again.

so i've been living in this apartment for about a little over 3 weeks now. it has been quite exciting, and i've been cooking quite a bit. i like to consider myself an "experimental chef", which is to say that i actually prepare steam rice, look whatever is in the fridge and throw them into a cast iron, make some scrambled eggs, and smother them all with soy sauce and call it "dinner". i hope the few people who have tried my dishes found them satisfactory. on another note, my roommate is learning to be quite the bartender. actually he only knows how to make one drink, and about three different variations of it, but it's still pretty cool.

last night i went to this party at a friend's condo. there was an "80's theme" where people had to dress up like in the 80's or something ridiculous, and it was also a "krunkfizzle". i'm not sure what a "krunkfizzle" is (i lied, i know exactly what that means...sort of), but i went inside and apparently i found that the spiked punch was inside a...trashcan. it was kind of unsettling at first until a friend assured me that it was brand new and clean. well that was good enough so i just took one those plastic red cups and scooped it out.

wow, i just realized that i got drunk last night from spiked punch out of a trash can. add that to my ever growing list of things to "never do again". but moving on today's important news...

i finally got a job. apparently petco needed someone at the grooming department. at my interview this morning they asked me if i have ever handled pets before or if i am scared of dogs. of course i said no, but i looked inside a cage and this poodle was growling at me, which made me immediately regret my answer and the fact that i could possibly be working there. then the manager asked how soon i could work and i said "oh very soon in fact" and they're like "ok you can start tommorow". i almost said "wtf" before they quickly remarked that they weren't going to be there tommorow, so instead i will start training/work on tuesday. honestly, i'm not exactly looking forward to washing dogs all the time. but i need to start making money somewhere. and i guess this is the place for me.

sigh

we are out of soy sauce...

2006-09-11T00:51:00.000-04:00

...what are we going to eat now?
this is a current dilemma my roommate and i are going through right now, at around midnight. we are hungry and we really don't want to go outside to look for food.

actually i lied, sort of. we just came back from jack in the box to get a late night snack/meal. if we keep this up, it could pose a problem. we wouldn't be in such a predicament if we didnt have this cray party at our place this weekend. it was chaotic but it was fun. but when we fully recovered from our hangovers, we realized that most of our food was missing and our spare cash was gone. instead we discovered a stock of various hard liquor in our freezer, and plenty of orange, pineapple, grapefruit, and cranberry juice in the fridge instead. and about a thousand dishes and cups to wash. so now we won't have to worry about being thirsty, but that will not adequately fill our stomachs. i'm learning to cook, but i can't make anything if i have no supplies, like chicken or eggs.

now that i am close to being broke, i continued looking for more jobs today. i applied to other places last week, but they all did not return any of my calls. needless to say i am quite sad. so far, i tried to get a job at old navy, sears, quiznos, marble slab, petco, radio shack, some places on campus and as a hooker. haha just kidding...about sears.* i almost walked into bath and body works to ask for an application, but at the last minute i thought better of it. if i don't hear from any of these places, i really am going to try to work at bath and body works.

i figured the reason why it is very difficult for me to find work is probably because a.) i never had official job experience before and b.) i probably gave wrong answers for those slightly retarded thousand questionaires thing they make you take online. at first i tried putting answers that the company would probably want to hear, which would actually just makes me look like some honest person who would never steal, lie, or do something that my potential boss probably wouldn't approve of if he/she ever found out. but honestly, i am really not that honest, at least not in a perfect, always telling the truth, cross my heart and hope to die, type of way. of course i would never steal like clothes from old navy or snakes from petco (and put them on a plane), but the questions they asked are so preposterous i just had to put what i really would've done in that particular sitation. but instead of going into too much detail about what kind of retarded questions i had to answer, my results should probably be something about not ratting out on my co-workers when they do something bad and just doing whatever work needed to be done if there is no one else around to do it. but i'm pretty sure those companies are looking for little snitches and people who suck up (in more ways than one) to the big boss all the time and always doing the right thing. i consider myself a pretty decent guy, a nice guy (who finishes last no doubt), but seriously i just didn't want to play their little mind games. i answered what i thought, and if they don't hire me for being the way i am, then i guess i'm glad i don't have to work there. but of course that sucks because i still have no way of making money. so if anybody can hook me up (heh heh "hook") with a job, it would be much appreciated.

*by the way, i did not try to apply as a hooker. that was obviously a joke.

on another note, taking a bunch of non-music classes has been...lonely so far. it used to be less than 20 kids sitting next to each other learning boring music theory, but still with the company of your friends. we would chill, ponder over the notes, not pay attention, whatever, it was fun i guess. now it's like 50+ kids with a bunch of new people you probably won't have a chance to talk to. but i don't regret it, i've made my decision, and being a music major just...ain't my style. it was cool to say "yea i'm a music major" and have girls be like "ooooh that's coool!" but realistically i just felt uncomfortable everytime i said it. and that's why i gotta change. i still have the "i'm from florida" card to count on in case i can't think of anything else to talk about haha.

i still need a job though.

another exciting year at texas

2006-08-30T01:43:00.000-04:00

i moved into my apartment for about 5 days now. i must say i can already feel the many differences between living off campus and in a dorm. for one, everything from getting food, laundry, and easy access to campus are almost completely different from each other. besides already starting to cook more often, it feels as if i will have more chores/responsibities/stuff to do in the future. for now, i just spent my weekend just bumming around, playing games, figuring out what kind of stuff i need, and visiting lots of friends who are also living elsewhere or still at the dorms.

and now classes begin tommorow, and i've officially registered for all non-music classes. yes, i am beginning to step away from being a music major, but now i just need to figure out what exactly i should/could switch to. i hope i havent become incredibly stupid from just spending most of my education on learning music and not other stuff.

but i did learn lots of important things from previous years, mostly relationships (somewhat), friends, discipline, other life lessons, and girls. actually girls are crazy and i've known that all along. so nothing new there. of course, i wouldnt mind meeting some girls this fall, as long as they're not too crazy. and believe me, i have met some crazy girls. now i'm hoping they're not reading this.

i must get ready to sleep, for another great adventure awaits eric when the sun rises the next day...

on the rocks please, shaken not stirred

2006-08-18T22:47:00.000-04:00

alas, summer vacation comes to a close, and the impending doom known as schooling draws near. woe is me. it was such an enjoyable stay back at home in florida. but i do look forward to the fine company of texas when i return. i guess i am lucky to be happy wherever i go. uh, for the most part.

spending time with family is always important and a blessing, but having friends to chill with is cool too. and so today i will talk about what it means to have friends. i know, it's exciting i can barely contain my excitment by continuously writing about my "excitement" but what i'm actually doing is delaying the actual content of what i'm talking about until i figure out what exciting thing i was actually going to be talking about and i er uh...

anyways! people, i have come to realize, are like drinks. they can be a cold can of soda, or a hot cup of tea, or a warm glass of milk. sure, particular drinks could reflect certain aspects of their personality, but that's not what i'm going to analyze today. but like all drinks, people's original personalities would begin to change over time and ever so slowly. the cold soda can become flat, a hot tea chilling away, and milk just plain ol' turning bad. so yea, people change no matter what. the same person you knew many years ago is probably a different person now, and if they really ain't that different, then they're definitely going to be in the future. of course, they are certain factors that cause these drinks (people) to change either more rapidly or drastically. and of course, i am talking about ice.

the wonderous power of ice. they instantly alter the original state of the drink. friends are like ice; the minute you meet them you unconsciously adapt yourself to be more "cool" with them. so quick review: individual = drink, friends = ice, potential significant other = straw (because they just drain you for all you're worth...as in money...just kidding!) the straw was completely made up and not part of this blog entry. yes it's true, the people you hang out with, the ice you put into your drink, can really change who you are. you might not know it, you might try to deny it, but it's happening, if you have friends that is!

now i'm not saying having friends is a bad thing, because "oh noes! you can't figure out your own true identity!". just calm down and carefully note the beverage simile. even if you add mad ice in the cup, it is still essentially the same drink, even if the flavor is off and the temperature is different. if anything, they help you figure out who you really are. you try different things, you experiment, you taste, sample, look, smell, what your drink is like. then you decide if you like it and keep it and adding some more ice, or just get a new drink that's very similar and start over. so what exactly is the point of this short essay? are friends the influential factors in defining the person you are or will be? does "ice" most definitely change the various "drinks" out there?

no you fools; if you want to be "cooler" you have to have more friends! ba dum ching! thank you, thank you, and enjoy your new semester kids!

another exciting weekend

2006-08-11T18:14:00.000-04:00

well, i've been officially done with summer school, and let me tell you what a crazy time that was. i wrote some interesting essays in the writing class about traveling around the world, nietzsche, and clone high. but that history one was just way too much work, yet i managed to get a 85 in the class. whew. time to chill out and bum around at home until i go back to texas. and of course, figure out what classes to take in the fall.

but first, i got a small bag of jelly belly beans and this handy flavor menu so...time to see what amazing flavors i taste today!

1. licorice: i just threw that one away
2. caramel corn: wow that tasted weird
3. lemon line: my sister stole it...she said it was "mprey good"
4. buttered popcorn: not as bad...just got a hint of butter
5. chocolate pudding: that one was pretty awkward
6. cotton candy: actually i'm not sure if this is bubble gum or cotton candy
7. bubble gum: nevermind i found it
(the rest are all orange looking...weird)
8. orange sherbert: not bad, kind of like the ice cream
9. cantaloupe: actually i really can't tell
10. tangerine: they all look the same...and taste too similar
11. orange juice: that was the best one. i like oranges too

that sure was exciting!

and just the other night, the youth group went to a beach to hang out and then watch the sunrise the next morning. they are quite an interesting bunch, and there should be some pictures up on other people's blog, which i will have to steal from later. somebody called me a "grandpa" last night. i ain't exactly too sure what to make of that comment, but i'll let it slide for now. and in the hotel room someone brought their ps2 and we played "the bible game". man, that actually was pretty fun. beware god's wrath or you shall lose all your points! heh heh, good stuff. yep, last night was quite an adventure.

run run run

2006-08-08T09:34:00.000-04:00

note: before i start i'm going to do something rather daring and new in my blog, so tell me if you notice a difference and see if you like it, or give it thumbs down. and thanks to alice for proofreading my entries...you punk monkey

Well it's been a few days since VBS (vacation bible study/school) ended at my hometown church (which is in Florida). The theme for this summer was "The Incredible Race", something about cars and running the race of life. I guess I've recovered a bit from the traumatization of being in charge of taking care of elementary and pre-K kids. Let me tell you, they are quite a handful. I've done this before when I volunteered for VBS in previous summers. But I guess this time I was promoted to "racing team supervisor", which is someone who is in charge of about 3 leaders who in turn are in charge of about 5 kids who in turn don't believe that anyone is the boss of them now unless it's their mom who in turn just dropped their kids off at the church and let them loose which in turn means...MASS CHAOS. Yea I know, there's a lot of turning involved. Pretty crazy.

What fascinated me the most in those few days of being in charge of my own little army...er I mean adorable children...was the psychology and mentality of them. The way they think at such a young age proved to be an intriguing study. Actually what was more entertaining was just messing with their heads and bribing them with prizes that 1.) I actually had no idea what to give them, so I instead promised them the possiblity of "candy" and 2.) I really had no intention of giving them "candy" because I would just eat it myself anyways. The promise of holding our team flag (the Orange G.T.O.s) always seemed like a worthy award to them, probably because it allows them to be bigger and more important than the rest of the group when they raise it in the air for all to see. And of course, being such small kids, they were easily entertained, distracted, and moody. There was a 50% chance of them actually listening to you, and a 50% chance of that actually staying that way. I must say, taking care of kids is almost as hard as taking care of pets...or drunk people.

Heh heh, drunk people. Oh how they amuse me. But enough dwelling on the past, I just hope I won't have to do it as much in the future. Hopefully I won't get myself into those rather awkward situations again.

What is pretty awkward is this new writing style I'm trying. It seems to be very popular in all blogs, but for some reason it seems like extra work to me. I will probably revert to my old writing style after this entry. But now I must continue studying for my upcoming History final exam, and of course enjoy my last few weeks at Florida chilling with my familia and homedawgs/girls. Chilling is going to rather difficult since the usual temperature around here is 90+ degrees with humidity and the bed room airconditioning is broken.

Hot stuff I tell you.

please don't play that funky music white boi

2006-07-20T19:21:00.000-04:00

i listen to all kinds of music. classical, jazz, rock, rap, techno, country, you name it. if it's something i've never heard of before, i'm willing to give it a try. i'm always open to suggestions, and i used to have a massive collection of all kinds of music on my computer (before i had to reformat it to get rid of a massive collection of viruses that happened to accumlate on my laptop). the radio ain't too bad either. if i'm in someone's car i don't mind listening to whatever they play. of course, there are certain kinds of music i don't enjoy hearing but i'm willing to put up with it, since it should last less than 5 minutes. i'm always fascinated what kind of person would like what type of music. yes, music is really...well, music to my ears.

i could write a whole blog entry of my favorite bands, songs, or pieces are if only 1. i knew exactly which ones i could think of at the top of my head and 2. choosing favorites into a short list wasn't so difficult. and since i'm lazy to come up with such a list, i have here instead a list of the top 5 songs...that i absolutely wish to never hear again, because they are simply, for whatever reason, the worst songs i have ever heard...as of now.

i realize that most of these songs are actually quite popular right now, so before i continue i have to clear up that i did not pick these songs because i've heard it so many times and that it almost caused me cancer. also, many thanks to the people who helped me figure out what the songs appropriate title and artist. and now, another exciting entry by yours truly, i present HITMANERIC'S LIST OF SONGS HE WISHES HE CAN SHOOT IN THE FACE MULTIPLE TIMES (otherwise known as a music "hit" list ahaha get it??)

5. Bad Day - Daniel Powter
this song is rather catchy and nice to listen to...only for the first 20 times. by far one of the most overplayed songs on the radio, it can get repetitive rather quickly. the singer is not even that good, the music in the background is decent, and the lyrics don't make any sense. at first i'm sure the song was directed towards the listener, with all the "you's" and "yours" and "having a bad day", but at the very last part he sings And I don't need no carryin' on. well first, everytime i hear this part i just get mighty confused on what exactly he means by that. he doesn't need no carryin' on? but i thought you were singing to me! or whoever you wrote the song to. i would've changed the lyrics just a bit to...But YOU don't need no carryin' on. i think it would make a lot more sense. ok maybe i'm "overreacting" but i still think the song is stupid.

4. London Bridge - Fergie
i actually discovered this song on youtube, and i was like "wow, a song by the black eyed peas hot female singer? that's hot." even if the video was kind of blurry, i could still see fergie's seductive dancing moves on a british guard, the ones with the red suit, rifles at the side, and a tall afro looking hat thing. unfortunately, her song was just really retarded. it kind of resembed gwen stefani's "holla back girl" song where she's just yelling the whole time and takes a break by making seductive sighs. so yea, fergie is just yell-singing the whole time. and the lyrics? wow...really dumb. fergie if you are reading this, please don't sell out like gwen stefani did to no doubt, stay with the black eyed peas! stay and make entertaining songs, not the crap you just did.

3. SexyBack - Justin Timberlake
originally i had "i write sins not tradegies" by panic! from the disco as number 3, but then i heard this song a few times on the radio, and it is really retarded. (if you read this entry when it was originally published, then i guess you were lucky enough to read my review on it...?) anyways, everytime sexyback finishes playing on the radio i have a big "wtf?!" floating above my head, because really it's completely random. not random as in "oh yea that's pretty cool and musically nice", random as in "wow...that was just really stupid". though it seems like the type of song to play at a large party (with alcohol of course), it has no sense of musicality and probably a really bad song to dance/grind/get yo groove on too. the radio station also had a brief interview with someone on why this song was in this style (whatever that style is...probably crap), and the guy replied that it was to "introduce the new timberlake and prepare for what is coming up" or something like that. um...i really don't like the idea of that, it would be better if justin were to give up the music business forever. pop music just seems to get worse and worse, and this is definitely one example of how much it sucks.

2. Everytime We Touch - Cascada
two words to describe this song: really obnoxious. for most techno songs, it is required to have a heavy continuous bass accompanied by a female vocalist and random synthesized instruments. this song manages to take it too a whole new level. i managed to have a spitting headache everytime the song is finished. for a techno song, there is way too much singing, and of course it is too repetitive. i think the song is talking about how much she is in love with another person, and that's always just lame. then again, i really can't tell because the voice is trying to sing louder than the bass, and so it just becomes...loud. if only they had really interesting background music, but too bad it's nonexistent. you can't hear it cause there's a loud BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM.

and finally, the worst song is...
1. You're Beautiful - James Blunt
such a nice title, for an otherwise completely dumb song. i can find at least a few reasons to like the other 4 songs, but everything about this one just screams terrible. the singing (too highpitched, off-key, inconsistent, inexperienced), the lyrics (lame, cheesy, like a 4th grade valentine's day poem), the music (a guitar that just strums along, and...wait are there any other instruments?), and the overall quality (bad). this is exactly the type of song you picture kids who are sitting in the middle of a empty hallway with their guitar, strumming away, with singing talent that can raise the dead and release the fire alarm. everytime i hear this song i really, really resist the urge to bang my head against the nearest hard object. so instead i close my eyes and try to blast it out with anything, even loud BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOMs or fergie dancing. i think james here was seriously "f---ing high" when he made this song. really, why is this song so popular? it's complete crap.

well, that's that the 5 worst songs ever. if you have a list of 5 really terrible songs, leave a comment so i can avoid it. or if one of these 5 songs happen to be your favorite, you can try to defend it also. i will just shake my head and try not to make weird faces everytime i talk to you.

goodnight kids!

dag yo...i ain't a kid no more!

2006-07-11T16:09:00.000-04:00

i'm officially not a "teenager". my birthday was this weekend, and now i finally feel the effects of turning a year older. i have to start acting my age (whatever that may be) and i have to be more responsible (whatever that means). it's quite depressing. oh, how it pains me...the pain! ouch

...actually i lied, i don't really feel anything.

well anyways, many many thanks to all those other kids who wished me a happy birthday with phonecalls and writing on my facebook wall. i'm not exactly sure how many comments i got, but i'm guessing it's around 8 or 9. yea, i'm not very popular. go figure. but still, they made me feel happy. in other exciting news, i got a nice speaker system for my computador. it makes everything sound better. and i saw pirates of the carribean dos, it was quite exciting. a really nice, long teaser for the third movie coming out next year. arrrggg.

i'm still contemplating what exactly to write. it doesn't matter if it is the most interesting, funny, sad, boring, or retarded thing ever, i wish that everytime i sit down and in the mood for writing in my blog i could go, "a-ha! i know what i shall write about in my blog today!" and start typing away. of course, i always try to aim for something really interesting to write about, not because it would be better to read, but it would actually be more enjoyable to write it. i just need a magic drink that would give me great inspiration everytime. or alcohol.

blah blah blah random rambles.

the flaws of this particular list on something about knowing the female psyche

2006-06-25T15:34:00.000-04:00

note: the following entry is incredibly long, and i put a lot of work into writing this. read it only if you have a few hours of spare time or if you're that bored. enjoy!

so there i was, mindlessly just looking at various xangas, trying to look for something interesting to write about. of course, i realized i was in the wrong place to look for interesting topics. most xanga entries just contained long passages about "how my day was" from "today i woke up and brushed my teeth blah blah" to "then i hung out with (list of ridiculously long list of names) and we went to the mall to get coffee" and ending with "and then i took a shower and got ready to sleep. sooo exhausted! xoxo" or some other nonsense. in my moment of temporary frustration of spending so much time reading this stuff i deleted my xanga...and then i deleted my livejournal too. actually i deleted those a while ago, but that was because i didn't feel like reading long entries of basically nothing. anyways, i discovered this rather somewhat interesting list on someone's xanga. i think i've seen it appear in other areas, but i just never paid any attention to it. the title definitely grabbed my attention. in big bold capital letters (and bright color font) it stated:

THINGS GUYS SHOULD KNOW ABOUT GIRLS: This was written by a guy who has had years of experience.

i didn't use the original bright color (i think it was pink or something) because i didn't want to blind anybody. well obviously, my curiosity got the better of me. for one, the title claimed that someone of the male species understood many things that needs to be known about the female species. also it appeared that this simple and understandable list will help increase my knowledge of the female psyche. they say that curiosity killed the cat, and after reading this list if i was such a cat, i probably would've killed myself. either this list was originally composed by a girl claiming herself to be a boy, in hopes that the boy she likes will read it and understand what to do for her, or it was probably written by a gay guy with lots of female friends. despite the mysterious origins of this list, this list probably gave me a huge headache at how utterly dumb it was. so dumb i think i be even stupider than before. hmm...the side effects are starting to show now. oh well, on with the list.

1. Whatever you do, don't just show up at their house...they run around in their underwear just like we do.
if you're a guy and reading this, ask yourself this question: have you ever ran around the house in your underwear? maybe before taking a shower, or if you can't find your pants and shirt that you were going to wear. but that usually lasts a few seconds. wow, do girls really do that? hold on, let me ask my sister... ... ...ok i can't find her, but i'm assuming she said "no". either that or she is in fact running around the house in her underwear.

2. DON'T CHEAT ON THEM. It may seem foolproof, but girls tell each other everything about everything. Trust me, they WILL find out and you will be mud.
you know, if i was ever lucky to get with a girl, i think cheating on them would be the last thing on my mind. but besides that, notice how "girls tell each other everything about everything". this is to further emphasize how much girls really do tell each other stuff. if you're a girl and you're reading this, honestly ask yourself how much you keep from your sister/mom/best friend that's a girl. and besides, the guys who do cheat on girls wouldn't care about being "mud" anyways.

3. Beware of every single male relative and all guy friends. Any of them would kick your ass at the drop of a hat, and a lot of them wouldn't even wait for the damn hat.
this gave me a pretty good laugh. first though, i have to agree with the male relative part. provided that they're older, bigger, stronger, tougher, and live near by. all the other male relatives who are younger, smaller, weaker, and who live somewhere else...sorry...you'll get your chance to kick ass...probably never. the laughable part of number 3 is that it assumes that the girl's guy friends are sweet and compassionate kids who will defend their lady. because kicking ass is very chivalrous. oh wait i forgot. the girl is not interested in you anyways, she never was in the first place. she obviously likes the one you're beating up, because she's dating him. are you just hitting him because you're jealous or you're angry he stole the girl from you first? idiot.

4. NEVER miss an opportunity to tell them they're beautiful.
i hope that doesn't mean everytime we look at them we have to tell the girl that she's beautiful. seriously, that would be about every 5 seconds you're with her.
guy: you're beautiful
girl: awww thanks!
guy: ...you're so beautiful
girl: *giggle*
guy: ...so beautiful you are
girl: ...ok you're creeping me out now

5. DON'T refuse to kiss in front of your friends. If they laugh at you, it's because they're jealous.
two things: 1. what a way to objectify women. whenever you feel like it, just grab her and give her a nice smack on the lips in front of everyone to show how awesome you are. 2. your friends are laughing at you because you either make weird noises or you look retarded when kissing

6. If they slap you hard, you deserved it.
yea if she does something wrong, and you yell at her, and she slaps you across the face, boy you better recognize cause you deserved it! ...this is so dumb

7. Don't be afraid to touch them if you want to. If they're going out with you in the first place, it's because they like being in your arms.
another great way to objectify woman. but then again, i'm pretty sure most of the time a girl needs a guy is to objectify them (hence being in their arms) or they're really just out for your wallet.

8. If you don't sleep with them, DO NOT tell your friends that you did.
that...wait, what?

8.5 If you DO sleep with them, DON'T tell your friends that you did.
uh...8.5? wtf. someone needs to count please! so a girl is allowed to tell other girls "everything about everything" and we have to keep our mouth shut for the whole time? something is not quite right here...

9. You can be dirty minded in private, really...most of them are not offended by it...
i'm almost sure that this list was written by a lonely guy who loves to think of girls as sex tools, or written by a girl with problems.

10. Not all of them eat like birds, a lot of them can eat like whales.
whales eat plankton...a lot of plankton...a lot of microscopic little things. that doesn't tell me how much a girl can eat! gah useless!

11. Most of them don't mind paying half of everything, but they do discuss these things with their friends. Realize that if you make your girlfriend pay half all the time, everyone will know about it and your friends will know you're a pussy..
well girls sure do tell "everything about everything" don't they? i think girls, especially the young ones, would want the guy to pay for everyhing. they have to save their money to buy stuff for themselves, like purses and makeup. you know, cause they don't have much money to pay for their own food. but guys do, we have tons of cash hidden in our pocket, ready to spend not only on our meal, but a girl's meal as well! guys have so much money it's possible to pay all the time. no problemo for dinero. what a great term to end it, by calling a guy "pussy" if they can't afford to do it every single time. meow

11. Do you honestly need all your money that much? Be a man, pay all the time!
meeeowww!

12. Every girl should eventually get three things from her boyfriend- a stuffed animal, ONE OF HIS SWEATSHIRTS, and a really PRETTY RING. Even if it's not a serious relationship.
are you kidding me? a "pretty ring"?! that sounds "pretty expensive" to me. one of my sweatshirts? i live in south florida. i don't even know what a sweatshirt is! wow, i am screwed. i think i'll have to buy a giant teddy bear to make up for it, because you know, i have a tree in my room that grows money every day.

13. Make sure she gets home safely as often as you can. If you're dropping her off, walk her to the door. If you aren't dropping her off, call to be sure she's home safely.
haha oh this brings back some memories. i remembered this one girl who would always want to go back to her dorm room at like 5 in the morning. oh yes, i walked her back to her dorm on the other side of the campus every night. yea, i'm such a gentleman. then i collapsed my fucking lung.

14. If a guy is bothering her, it is your right to beat the shit out of him.
hmm...you're right. if this guy who is really big and drunk and capable of doing dangerous things, i should really endanger myself and possibly get killed in hopes to make him stop bothering a girl.

15. If you're talking to a female friend of yours, PULL YOUR girlfriend closer.
guy: hey friend girl A hows it going? this is my girlfriend B
girl A: hi nice to meet you!
guy: come here you! *yoinks girl B*
girl B: eeeek! you're squishing me!
girl A: uh...are you ok?
guy: oh she's fine lol
girl B: i...can't breathe!

yea i don't think that will work out to nicely

16. NEVER, ever slap her, even if it's just in a joking way. Even if she swats you first, and says, "Oh, you're so dumb" or something, never make any gestures back.
i have a gesture for you. the ::pulls out gun and shoots you in the face repeatedly gesture::. oh, and the more civilized ::middle finger::

17. Go to a chick flick once in a while. She doesn't care whether you enjoy it or not, it just matters that you went.
chick flicks = the bane of every guy's existence. unless it's "mean girls". i wouldn't mind watching that.

18. You're dead meat if you can't get along with their pets, parents, and best friends. Be prince charming to their friends, Mr. Polite to their parents, and make sure to be nice to their animals.
"prince charming to their friends": out of fear of "getting your ass kicked" by the guys or "hitting on the other girls".
"Mr. Polite to their parents": if they have asian parents, you're most likely screwed. sorry kid
"nice to their animals": did this writer even take into consideration that a guy can be allergic or deathly afraid of dogs? or that hamsters smell like crap?

19. Don't flirt with their moms...that's just freaky.
has anyone ever seen the movie "the graduate"? i heard that was a classic. but anyways, yea hitting on moms are bad. the dads might not be too happy. as if dating his daughter wasn't bad enough.

20. Don't be freaked out by PMS. It's not gross, and it really does make them feel like shit, so be understanding.
this almost sounds impossible. i think what girls should really do is tell their boyfriends when they're going to have pms, so the guy can hide himself in a bomb shelter and wait until it's over.

21. If you don't like the way they drive, you do it.
no no i don't have a problem with the way they drive. i think they're just complete lunatics on the road and have no idea what they are doing. i definitely do like the way how they speed like crazy and throw things out their window as if it were mario kart.

22. If you're officially dating, and you're introducing her to your friends, you'd better damn well introduce her as your girlfriend.
is it really necessary to add the words "damn well"? i think it's time to reflect on some of the rather ridiculous statements this author has added. "you will be mud", "pussy", "damn hat", and others i don't care to remember.

23. Don't stress where you go for every date. They really only want to be with you.
lies...if it's not nice and expensive, that means you're "cheap" and according to some people, a "pussy". meow

24. If they complain that something hurts, rub it for them without being asked.
and i bet that guys would all wish that their boobs will hurt...all the time. but we'll probably get slapped and "deserve" it. oh if i meet whoever writes this, i'm really going to kick them in the face.

25. Girls are fragile. Even if you're play fighting/wrestling, be very gentle.
"play fighting"? "wrestling"?! wow, that does sound rough. why would girls be doing these kinds of things anyways? oh i get it, he means "in bed". ahaha sneaky bastard. freak

26. Memorize their god damn birthdays. You forget her birthday and you're basically screwed for life.
*future job interview*
boss: so...do you remember your girlfriend's birthday?
guy: uh...what? no...i um
boss: i'm sorry...we're going to have to fire you
guy: i'm not even hired yet!
boss: you're basically screwed for life anyways

27. Don't marinade the cologne, but smell good.
or you can just take a bath and wear clean clothes.

28. Don't give her something stupid for her birthday or Christmas or Valentine's day. It doesn't have to be expensive, but it has to be meaningful.
everyone should see clone high episode 11 and listen what cleo says. she speaks for all girls. it went something like: "i wanted something a) expensive, b) bought, and c) not lovingly hand crafted!"
no seriously, girls just want expensive things. probably a few extra "pretty rings".

29. If you think the relationship isn't going to last, don't wait to find out. It will only hurt her more if you draw it out.
"hurt her more"? dude, what about the dude? did this author not think about the guy's feelings at all? as if a guy would really want to stay in a relationship that isn't going to last, because all guys are just that dumb. unless he plans on cheating anyways. i'm more and more convinced that this was written by a girl and not by a "guy with years of experience".

30. After you've been dating for a while, realize that they really have started to trust you. When you have a girlfriend who truly trusts you, you have a lot more responsibility, privilege and control than you would think. Be careful with it, most guys would kill for that kind of power, and it can be lost in a nanosecond.
finally the last one. besides the fact that a nanosecond is virtually immeasurable, you can't even figure out if a girl trusts you, much less if you've lost that trust. unless trust means obeying her every command and basically being "whipped". yea i would definitely kill for that kind of power. with great power comes great responsibility...and privilege...and control...and getting yourself screwed over.

(If you have read this and you are a girl, then some of these things are actually really true...am I right?! And if you read this and you are a guy, then these are like the mother F'ing best tips you could ever get!)
definitely written by a girl. guy with "years of experience" my ass. this most certainly was the "mother F'ing best tips" ever! more like this was the most mother F'ing retarded shit ever. no seriously, this is retarded.

this particular xanga entry continued with another list titled "What A Girl wants...But What Most Guys Won't Do Or Give." since i didn't want to continuously shoot myself in the face anymore , i decided not to put it up here on this blog. well there you have it, now all the guys will definitely understand what to do when they have a girlfriend...or when they're courting a lady...wait i don't get this anymore. come to think of it, i don't even know what i was writing about. oh well, hope you enjoyed this rather long blog entry of randomness. feel free to leave any kind of comments.

yours truly,
eric

summer thus far

2006-06-14T21:08:00.000-04:00

to sum it up in one word: HOT

florida is always so hot as usual. everytime i go outside, the sun is so bright it gives me a headache. and jamaica gave me sun burns...on my nose and arms. but my summer has been pretty awesome so far. relaxing, playing some kingdom hearts 2, went to jamaica with my family and cousins, waterskiing, eating food, sleeping, everything's going pretty cool. except the weather...it's too hot. and i missed out on a tropical storm/hurricane? monkeys, i was kind of looking forward to that.

well jamaica was definitely fun. first day we went kayaking out into the ocean, but then got stuck so we had to wait for a rescue boat to come save us. then for the rest of the week, i spent most of my time waterskiing, but the other kids went sailing, windsurfing, and snorkleing. everynight we had a reservation at some restaurant at the resort, and we had to dress up somewhat, which was quite interesting. i think there was a flash from a camera every 5 minutes from someone taking a picture. so we took about more than a 1000 pictures combined in about 5 days at jamaica. crazy. i manage to look messed up in every single one of them.

but now, i am back in florida and ready to return to summer school and basically figuring out how i am going to switch out of music. i think i might have to either skip the fall semester and just work and then come back spring, or somehow figure out how to get away with taking no music class during the fall. but of course, i need to decide what major i want to switch too. so far the list consisted of architecture, kineseology, psychology, and economics. but i think i have to rule out architecture and possibly kineseology. though they both were the two most interesting majors i had in mind, it seems like they were incredibly difficult. not because i'm stupid...well that is part of the reason...but because it would be too much trouble relearning calculus, physics, chemistry, or biology. staying as a music major has literally turned me retarded. i seriously wonder why i decided to be one in the first place. perhaps because i had some sort of confidence that i was good at something in high school, so i decided to persue it at college. needless to say the moment i began my first day at texas, i suddenly felt pressured to become someone i was not. to basically become a hard core music major. the more i stayed there, the more i despised it. sure, most of my good friends are music majors, but the educational system of that school is so messed up, like the attendance policy and the requirements of practicing. arrrg! i feel frustrating!!1!

another mindless rant, i seem to do that a lot lately. something must be terribly wrong with me. but, oh wells. and since i have failed yet again to produce a story, i shall leave with a book quiz i completed. enjoy, this is probably one of the more interesting online quizzes i have taken

You're Alice's Adventures in Wonderland!

by Lewis Carroll

After stumbling down the wrong turn in life, you've had your mind opened to a number of strange and curious things. As life grows curiouser and curiouser, you have to ask yourself what's real and what's the picture of illusion. Little is coming to your aid in discerning fantasy from fact, but the line between them is so blurry that it's starting not to matter. Be careful around rabbit holes and those who smile to much, and just avoid hat shops altogether.

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

harry potter and the half retardedness of this book

2006-06-02T17:08:00.000-04:00

a book review

normally i don’t write about books, but i’ve finally had time to read some of the sixth harry potter book, titled: harry potter and the half-blood prince. and also i’m kind of stuck at the library cause people are remodeling the kitchen so it’s really loud and noisy. right now, i’m taking a break from this 600+ page novel to discuss what I feel about it. i’m on page…uh lets see…313 about half way through. haha look at this quote, “girls were very strange sometimes”. how true. so this is actually more of a review of the first half of the book. hey I see my brother asking a librarian a question. look at him and that ridiculous long hair of his. every time i see him i try to resist the temptation of attacking his head with a hair clipper. or giant scissors.

so…back to harry potter. after reading about the first half of the book, i only have two words to describe it. laa-ame. And i just heard some guy’s cellphone go off with the deeuuur-daahh hello moto ringtone for the third time. yea the book is pretty lame. don’t get me wrong, i kind of like the harry potter series. the first few books were pretty interesting, prisoner of azkaban being my favorite one. the movies were ok too. they shouldve made cho chang some hot asian chick, like zhang ziyi. that would be awesome. but yea the books, i think it all went downhill at the fifth one, order of phoenix or something like that. but i forgot what happened in that book, I think someone unimportant dies. oh wait, sirius dies? no he’ll probably be alive in the last one. like come out of nowhere and be like “hey harry ya miss me?” and harry will go “wahtt! ::cries:: i thought you were gg” and sirius will go “haha noob”. sirius is such a cool character. he can turn into a dog.

But the sixth one, i mean i’ve been reading mostly about harry not flipping out and busting caps on his friends. or just getting mad and yelling at them. and its like a hormone raging fest, with people “snogging” each other all over the place. i think that’s supposed to be a british word that’s a tamer version of “shagging”. oh yea, we all know malfoy is one shady bastard, but please we don't need a narration of how harry needs to keep an eye out for him every single page. or harry's obsession with having the hots for his best friend's sister. ugh. and wow, talk about issues. it’s like harry, ron, and hermione are having a competition to see who can be the hogwart’s top drama queen of the century. here’s a typical conversation, this one about a quidditch match.
ron: wah wah i can’t play quidditch i want to quit
harry: no ron, you must play. here drink this juice
herm: stop! don't drink it! you put something in teh water i saw you harry
harry: wtf i don't know what you are talking about
ron: stfu herm i do what i want biatch. ::drinks juice:: i feel lucky!
herm: ugh...what eva ttylz
(a couple of minutes and a quidditch match later...)
ron: rolfcopter we won! i am teh 1337 roxorz
herm: HAXORZ!!1! you had lucky boost +5
harry: lollerskates noob, see i didn't put anything in the drink. i still have the seal on. oh face!
herm: wtf! ::runs away:: ::cries::
ron: haha gg noob! pwned! ::makes out with lavender::
harry: omg what have i done. g2g

um...yea....
i really don't like this book. i think i keep reading this because it's some sort of guilty pleasure. and i want to see if harry gets some ass, cause that would be kind of hot. seriously, when does snape ice dumbledore? yes i know it happens, i guessed it when the book first came out for a few days. it better not be on the last page cause i will seriously throw the book across the room and yell.

so far my questions that have yet to be answered are: wheres the story? who is the half-blood prince? why do hermione and ron have a secret affection for each other anyways? why does harry always gossip like a little girl? why is this chapter called "a very frosty christmas"?! most importantly, why am i still reading this? and now i leave you with a song lyric from this chapter

oh, come and stir my cauldron,
and if you do it right,
i'll boil you up some hot strong love
to keep you warm tonight

don't take it seriously people. it's called a joke. i am most certainly not hinting for available ladies to give me a call and/or making vulgar suggestions.