Hear that bellowing from the other room? Sounds like a moose, right? Well it's my cat Wicket.
In a most disgusting display of debauchery I've seen since I watched Bad Lieutenant, my whore of a cat seems to just love rubbing all over me. My god. It's like she's on X. I feel so dirty and used and there's nothing I can do about except keep telling shut up and sometimes letting out an 'EWW STOP!';. And to make it worse she lets out these bellows that could rattle the windows were she not just a tiny little cat. I mean she really lets loose. It's not the 'meowwww' it's more like, 'MUUUURRRRRRRRR' and more muffled and a lot more prostitute-sounding.
Now, I do not have money to spay the bitch, yet, but there has to be a way to shut her the F up. Take her to my buddy's farm and get her knocked up by a farm cat? Perhaps, but I do not want baby-Wickets running around. Muzzle? Maybe, but it would make me feel bad. Put her in a bag and drown her in the pool? I'm beginning to think this is the only viable option. She's becoming a menace to the apartment; what with all the rubbing and junk and stuff.
But really, how long does this last? This is now day 3 and she's still going strong. I knew I should have gotten a boy. Or a ferret.
Another weird/horrifying thing she does is she'll be lying on the ground looking at me and if I look at her and say something, like 'WHAT' she'll raise her back legs like a harlot and bellow, 'MURRRR'
I think my point here is that female cats in heat are some of the most revolting things on this planet. Yuck.
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OMG AN ENTRY!
What the hell is wrong(or right?) with me that I attract all the crazy bitches.
Now I find out that this older girl I used to work with had the bangin' hots for me. That's about as classy as I can put it. I think she's in her mid 30s or so. She's cute and pretty cool, but... you know... older.
My brother even said once, "You should go out with Amy." And I'm all like, "What? She's old!" And he rolled his non-lazy eyes.
Come on. Let's get real my people. I am 23 years old. She is like 35 years old and has 4 kids. 4 GOD DAMN KIDS!!! I thought it was only two, but then I found out there was a bonus two that I didn't know about! Awesome!
12 year difference. That's a pretty damn big gap. Also, I don't think I could be with someone who already has kids. That's just a "me" thing that I'll never get over. Now that hottie at my favorite restaurant on the other hand...
...I frequently think I am just bat-shit insane.
This blog/journal is no longer about movies. Who the hell cares about movies? Not me that's for sure. You came to this page to learn about my personal life, so here it comes.
So something's been nagging at my brain the past week or so. There is this girl I used to work with. We'll call her Female-S. Now Female-S is one of the coolest people known in a long time. It's disgusting how similar we are. Almost like she is a female version of myself. And that is mother-fucking frightening to me.
On the 1-10 scale she rates in the 6.5 area. She is not hot by any means. I would say that she is pretty plain looking. But there is something about her kick-ass personality that just keeps drawing me back in. I know that my friend's don't really like her, and I almost feel like if I was to be with her that I would be settling for something less than what I could get. I don't want that to come off as arrogant, but let's face it: I'm dead sexy. The ladies want me.
And of course there is a problem with this whole thing. Female-S is engaged to be married within a year or so. I bet you can guess where this is going. Female-S feels like it is not going to work out between herself and her groom-to-be. Tragic, I know. How do I know this? Well she confesses this type of thing to me all the time. I feel as if I'm the cause of their eventual break-up. Female-S even informed me that her fiance hates my guts and is jealous of me. I really couldn't care less about how he feels, so we'll keep this about myself and Female-S.
OK, intro over. Now the juicy shit. About a week ago I was awoken from my nap on a Saturday evening by a text message from Female-S. Through the exchange of few texts I learned that she was out drinking(my favorite thing to do). There was a period of about 10 minutes where she didn't reply back to me, and I almost fell asleep again. Then I get a text from Female-S saying, "Am I a good person?"
What the fuck? I will spare you with what I replied back with, but I will say that her response to my response was, "I want to see you tonight." Shit, man. I must be a good responder-type. So I get to the bar and when I get to her inside she gives me a big hug. Not like a "hey buddy!" hug, but a "you're the only person I care about right now" kinda hug.
After a weird night of drinking we drove around for a bit and she pretty much threw the whole sink at me while in the car. She kept saying how amazing she thought I was, and how gorgeous I was and all that. Then came the "I don't want to get married" rant/confession. Then we sort of made out for a little. But only for a little. After that she said, "Sorry." I said, "Are you wearing chapstick?" Female-S has Angelina Jolie-like lips. They are so incredibly sexy they make me want to die.
After that I took her home and left. Female-S has been making social/drinking life a little bit more complicated. I have to actually talk to myself to convince me that I can't and shouldn't be with her. I guess it would kind of suck if they got married and then got a divorce after a year. I would feel really bad about that. Damn you Female-S!
So I might start an actual blog or something. I have the name and everything at blogger.com, but I don't know what to write about.
I could do random ramblings like I do here, but people don't like reading that mish mash.
I think I'll do an episode by episode review of Futurama. All seasons. That would get me started! I'd appreciate suggestions from the 2 people that read this. You know who you are(AnswerMVP I'm lookin' at you!).
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Before I dazzle you with my Pulitzer-calibur writing, I'd like to inform you about my weekend. So it's Friday night and of course I'm drinking. I go to my friend's house and help him paint till about 11pm. Between the two of us we had about 14 beers. Ain't no thang. Then we go to the bar Slim & Chubbies(my favorite bar) and are there for what seemed like 10 minutes, but was apparently 3 hours. It's about 2:30am and I'm going great, then all of the sudden I'm just wasted out of my mind. I don't know what happened; it was weird. Maybe it was all those shots of Goldschlager. I don't blackout very often, but when I do I get riotous. Let's just say the last thing I remember is walking into a complete strangers house and stumbling around in the darkness. I have no idea how I got home. I woke up on my couch at about noon the next day. My dad said I came home at about 4am, which is reasonable I suppose. My car was parked half-way across town on some weird backroad. I was hungover till about 11pm that night. Once I put the pieces together maybe a light will go on and I'll remember. What a weird ass night it was. And if you think for a second that I'm a lightweight I will drink you under the table before you can even think. I live in Wisconsin people. It's a given that I'm an alchoholic. I'm not proud of what I am, but I have no choice. Kung Fu Hustle This is one of the funnier movies I've seen in a while. This movie kind of got me out of my hangover funk that I was in last night. One of the most hilarious scenes I can remember occurred during this. When the main character(do they even say his name?) and his fat sidekick steal icecream from a mute girl. It might not sound funny, but the way it plays out almost made me wet my pants(graphic I know). A lighthearted romp that has lots of laughs and cool fight scenes. That's as quoteable as I'll get. Secondly(or thirdly?), I've had trouble with buzzes from retarded "guests" lately. They show up as like "Bill" or "Pete" and leave a buzz that goes like this [center][url="http://yahoo-com-beta.100pr.info"]yahoo.com beta[/url] yahoo.com beta [url="http://zqzz-com.100pr.info"]zqzz.com[/url] zqzz.com [url="http://ebombsworld-com.100pr.info"]ebombsworld.com[/url] ebombsworld.com [url="http://everthinggirl-com.100pr.info"]everthinggirl.com[/url] everthinggirl.com [url="http://black-goat-com.100pr.info"]black goat.com[/url] black goat.com [/center] It's kind of annoying to have to delete them everyday.
Time for me to complain about something again. I'll try to vent as coherently as I can.
So my little sister and I are pretty close. We talk to each other about pretty much everything. I've always considered myself to be a sort of confidant to her. She's 18 and has gotten into her first really "serious" relationship. It just happens to be with a dirtbag that I hate too. And he just happens to work at the same place I do. They've been together for like 3 months(3 months!!!!) and all she raves about is how much she loves him and how he's the perfect guy and how he knows everything about her.
What's so bad about that? Well, how do I know this? Did she tell me? Of course not. I had to read about it on her Myspace blog. Post after post in that stupid blog is about nothing but how much in love she is. I want to fucking puke when I read it. I kind of feel like I'm spying when I read things like that, but that's what she gets for not talking to me anymore.
The worst part of all of this is that the guy(he's 19 I think) is a total loser. I don't mean he's not a "cool kid"; I mean that he's a fucking degenerate. In highschool he wore a trench coat and brought a hunting knife to school and threatened to kill someone on the anniversary of Columbine. I don't know if you can be much more of a low-life than if you do that. He got suspended for the year from school(His junior year I think.). I know this not because he told me, but because I typed his last name into a criminal record search engine and his complete record came up.
Apparently my sister doesn't know that he's a convicted felon, or that he lied on his application to get a job where I work. She doesn't know that everytime I look at him I want to punch his god damn teeth in. About 2 months ago he told a co-worker of ours to never talk to her again. Why? Because my sister was talking to this guy(not her bf) and he(her bf) thought the guy(not bf) was hitting on her. Mind you, my sister is very good looking(It runs in the family), so pretty much everyone flirts with her. But he tells this kid(who isn't very big or threatening) never to talk to her again. Never to talk to MY sister again. Who the hell does he think he is?
I just can't stand him. I hate everything about him. His work ethic, the way he talks to me, the way he talks about other people. He's scum. I can't be associated with him. My sister can do 10x better than him and I just don't understand what she sees in him. I can't help but feel that she's incredibly naive about all of this, as it is her first serious relationship. It's like she walked into it completely wide-eyed and now is overwhelmed with someone liking her. I am glad that she's happy, I really am. But every time I see him I can't help but be concerned about her safety. Another horrible thing about this is that I lied to my dad when he asked me about him. "What do you think of this guy?" my dad asked. "He's a good guy, I don't know much about him though." I lied.
Sorry for the sibling troubles. I like to write my frustrations. Am I going nuts, or do I have a legit complaint here? Sheesh!
It seems I've been neglecting this journal, or even posting altogether. I doubt I'll post on the forums much anymore; if at all, but I will keep updating this journal. It's been a good run, but this place just sucks right now and has for a while.
22,000+ hits means I have at least one reader right? I'll do it for you.
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I try not to be mean in situations like this, as death is a touchy subject, but today Anna Nicole Smith died.
I think I speak for most of middle America when I say..."So what"
Seriously people. We're in a war in Iraq, Iran's citizens hold anti-US rallies, North Korea wants to nuke us, we have a completely inept president and hundreds of other political and social problems, yet all the news has time for is Anna Nicole Smith. Oh I'm sorry your life was so difficult Anna, all that divorcing and being a millionaire really gets to you after a while.
I am so sick of the Ben Sheets hate. He gets absolutely no love from anyone; not even the casual(average) Brewer fan. Even in the local media he gets consistently panned and beridden. Why? Because he doesn't "win" and he's "injured all the time."
That's the wrap is it not? Every single time I hear a Sheets' debate this is brought up. Local Milwaukee radio shows harp about nothing but his bad record as a reason why he's not an "ace." I'm here to put an end to this once and for all(Like any of you even care). Ladies and gentlemen, Ben Sheets is awesome.
#1. Ben Sheets doesn't win.
Is there a worse stat to judge a pitcher's value than wins? No. If there is ONE stat out there you should NOT use to judge a pitcher it's wins. How many times has Sheets lost 1-0, 2-1, 3-2 and such? Too many for this statistician to count.
Let's take 2004 as an example. Sheets' record? 12-14. Here's his other stats.
ERA - 2.70
WHIP(Walks/hits per Inning Pitched) - .98
SO - 264
BB - 32
He finished 8th in Cy Young voting that year behind an undeserving Clemens / Schmidt and Zambrano to name a few. Those numbers would scream MVP / Cy Young on a playoff team, but unfortunately for Ben Sheets the Brewers were an abismal 67-94 in 2004.
What have we learned? Lots of wins = good team; not individual performance.
2. He's injured all the time
You haters make me sick. From the moment he was called up from the minors was there a more durable pitcher than Sheets? You'd be hard pressed to find one. From 2001-2004 he made every single start till being diagnosed with an inner ear infection in 2005(hardly a baseball related injury). Sheets tore a back muscle late in 2005(possibly related to being inactive for so long) and missed the rest of the year. He came back in 2006 and then was diagnosed with shoulder tendinitis(related to the back injury).
He's been on the DL 3 times. He is not J.D. Drew people. Even in his injured years he surpassed 100 innings.
No other pitcher in MLB history has ever thrown 50 or more innings in a season while striking out a batter per inning and walking fewer than one per nine. Sheets did(11 walks and striking out 116 in 106 innings).
Pitchers keeping their Walks per 9 innings under 1 in a single season
Year Last First IP ERA BB/9
1962 Fischer Bill 127.67 3.95 0.56
1963 Brown Hal 141.33 3.31 0.51
1982 Quisenberry Dan 136.67 2.57 0.79
1983 Quisenberry Dan 139.00 1.94 0.71
1984 Quisenberry Dan 129.33 2.64 0.84
1985 Hoyt La Marr 210.33 3.47 0.86
1990 Tewksbury Bob 145.33 3.47 0.93
1992 Tewksbury Bob 233.00 2.16 0.77
1993 Tewksbury Bob 213.67 3.83 0.84
1994 Saberhagen Bret 177.33 2.74 0.66
1995 Maddux Greg 209.67 1.63 0.99
1997 Maddux Greg 232.67 2.20 0.77
1999 Saberhagen Bret 119.00 2.95 0.83
2002 Lieber Jon 141.00 3.70 0.77
2003 Wells David 213.00 4.14 0.85
2004 Lieber Jon 176.67 4.33 0.92
2004 Wells David 195.67 3.73 0.92
2005 Silva Carlos 188.33 3.44 0.43
2006 Sheets Ben 106.00 3.82 0.93
Pitchers to strike out over 1 batter per inning in a single season
Year Last First IP ERA K/9
2005 Santana Johan 231.67 2.87 9.25
2005 Prior Mark 166.67 3.67 10.15
2005 Peavy Jake 203.00 2.88 9.58
2006 Cabrera Daniel 148.00 4.74 9.55
2006 Hamels Cole 132.33 4.08 9.86
2006 Kazmir Scott 144.67 3.24 10.14
2006 Liriano Francisco 121.00 2.16 10.71
2006 Martinez Pedro 132.67 4.48 9.29
2006 Peavy Jake 202.33 4.09 9.56
2006 Santana Johan 233.67 2.77 9.44
2006 Sheets Ben 106.00 3.82 9.85
We'll relax the standards and show the pitchers who averaged 8 strikeouts in 9 innings while staying below 2 walks.
As you can see, the list is small.
Year Last First IP ERA BB/9 K/9
1998 Brown Kevin 257.00 2.38 1.72 9.00
1999 Foulke Keith 105.33 2.22 1.79 10.51
1999 Martinez Pedro 213.33 2.07 1.56 13.20
2000 Brown Kevin 230.00 2.58 1.84 8.45
2000 Martinez Pedro 217.00 1.74 1.33 11.78
2001 Martinez Pedro 116.67 2.39 1.93 12.57
2001 Mussina Mike 228.67 3.15 1.65 8.42
2001 Oswalt Roy 141.67 2.73 1.52 9.15
2001 Schilling Curt 256.67 2.98 1.37 10.27
2001 Vazquez Javier 223.67 3.42 1.77 8.37
2002 Martinez Pedro 199.33 2.26 1.81 10.79
2002 Schilling Curt 259.33 3.23 1.15 10.97
2003 Mussina Mike 214.67 3.40 1.68 8.18
2003 Schilling Curt 168.00 2.95 1.71 10.39
2003 Schmidt Jason 207.67 2.34 1.99 9.01
2004 Johnson Randy 245.67 2.60 1.61 10.62
2004 Schilling Curt 226.67 3.26 1.39 8.06
2004 Sheets Ben 237.00 2.70 1.22 10.03
2005 Johnson Randy 225.67 3.79 1.87 8.42
2005 Martinez Pedro 217.00 2.82 1.95 8.63
2005 Santana Johan 231.67 2.87 1.75 9.25
2005 Sheets Ben 156.67 3.33 1.44 8.10
2005 Vazquez Javier 215.67 4.42 1.92 8.01
2006 Santana Johan 233.67 2.77 1.81 9.44
2006 Schilling Curt 204.00 3.97 1.24 8.07
2006 Sheets Ben 106.00 3.82 0.93 9.85
Sheets did it 3 times. Case closed. Sheets rules.
I doubt anyone even cares about this, but I needed to get pumped for spring training some how.
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I'm going to copy soori and start logging my increasing frustrations with the opposite sex. In this case that would be females. This really shouldn't be an issue, but it's been nagging my brain for the past week or so.
So long story short I completely blew it with this girl that I might have liked; I don't even know. I've known her for about 6 or 7 months and I could always tell that she liked me(at least that's what my sly intuition told me). She's very good looking, but not in the "hot" column. She's more cute than hot. And that's fine.
We got along great and we even had a thing where we'd hang out for like 6 hours on Thursdays by ourselves inbetween classes and just walk around and talk. It was the most fun I've had in a while.
I don't know when it happened, but like always things don't last and for some reason(I don't even know why; probably because I'm retarded) we started hanging out less and less. Those subtle glances and smiles that she used to give were now gone. Most of the time we were together I couldn't decide if I liked her just as a friend or if there was something more there. I always was kind of uneasy when she'd mingle with other dudes, but I kept that to myself.
She used to go out of her way to talk to me, and now I have to move heaven and earth just to say hello; and even then our conversations don't flow more than a couple sentances before that silence pops up and bites you. I guess you don't know what you had, or could have had, till it's gone. Oh well.