Saturday, July 31, 2004

Movie.Zone Up And Running!

I just started a review of movies I've seen because, although I don't watch many movies, I like to watch them and talk about them. Check it out here!

http://moviezone5.blogspot.com

Thursday, July 29, 2004

I Like Showers For Different Reasons Than Most Guys My Age

I'm not getting x-rated on my very own blog right here...I have more class than that. ;)

I just got out of the shower, and I was realizing how important and comforting it is to have a shower everyday. I appreciate the shower a lot. One reason is because it's just you and the shower, for the next couple minutes, ya know? I mean it's the one time of the day that you can be in a small little space, feeling fine, and getting clean. The best part of the shower is that for the next couple of minutes people can't expect anything from you. You know what I am saying? I mean you say, "Hey I'm gonna jump in the shower." Once you're in there, people can't expect anything from you. You are totally secluded from the world. It's just you, the faucet, and some fine smellin' Herbal Essence taking care of business.

So, the most depressing time is when you know it's time to get out (No, I don't check my fingertips to see if they are pruny).  How do I know when to get out? It's when I am turning the cold water knob to the right (to make the water hotter), and I can no longer turn, but the water is colder than it was when I first got in. Basically, I know when to get out, when I have used up all the hot water. It's then and only then, that I know my cue to be done with this eutopia of steam has arrived. I do get sad. I really do. You turn off the water and you're just standing there naked. For me, I open the shower curtain, reach for my towel and start to black out because the water was so damn hot. So hot that the rush of cold air was creating small thunderstorms in my bathroom. (Shut up, I used to watch the weather channel all day when I was younger.)

BUT, the worst feeling in all the world is when I go to put on my shirt. I don't know if I am the only one that has felt this but I will try to describe it. You know when you get out of the shower and you are putting your shirt on and its just about half way on and you get this weird like 'cold-chill' type feeling? Do you know what I mean? It makes me feel HORRIBLE like I've murdered someone but it kind of tickles at the same time. It usually puts me in a bad mood.

...or maybe I am psycho who knows?

Anyway, I hope you all appreciate your showers as much as I do. I just got out, but I think I am going to go take another. Adios!

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

Things That Need To Be Said

Here are a couple things that I want to say:

- Yes, Theresa Heinz Kerry, we get that you can speak 5 languages...now silencio.
- Yes, Theresa Heinz Kerry, we get that you are unbelievably rich and that you came from another country...the country of Africa according to President Bush.
- My roomate seems to hate college/being my roomate.
- Barak Obama will be the President of the United States in 2008 if the democrats that nominate him know what's good for them.
- Bob Dole is an old sack of shit that needs some personality.
- I hate college.
- I hate shots.
- I hate shots that I need for college.
- Trevor Seits is one of the coolest people I have ever met. I have a feeling this semester we're going to become really good friends. Read all about him here.
- Catwoman, regardless of how critics analyze it, looks like a good movie. Halle Berry in a cat suit...two thumbs up from me.

That's all for now, I am sure I will come up with plenty more things to talk about later.

Friday, July 23, 2004

I Am Determined to Get a Life.

My God, I love the game of Life. Seriously, it's addicting. Rachel, Melissa and I played it the other night after we watched the fireworks at the fair. I lost, by $315,000. I don't even care. I think part of the reason was because I had 2 cars full of children. I had "Adopt Twins," and "Congratulations, you have twins!" like 40,000 times. So, I had two vehicles to tote around on this here board game.

I think the main reason I lost was because I invested $50,000 in the No.7 stock and it rarely if ever was spun. Oh well it's all good. So, we played it that night and then today, I went down to Melissa's at like 4 and we played two games of it by ourselves (she won both times). Then, after dinner there, she, her mom and dad, and I played. Her dad won. I am determined to win this game somehow. I know I will damn it.

I think another flaw in my game was when I bought the most expensive house. I didn't realize that having a shitty house would turn out to be a good thing because it saves me money. I bought the $140,000 beach house the first time, because it was my most expensive choice. This board game is ingenious because it's actually making me contemplate my own life. I mean, when I am 30, am I going to want a $140,000 beach house or am I going to do the conservative thing, and buy the split level that's only $60,000? My bills need paid, but living in a phat house ain't too bad either. Another thing it is helping me realize is I need to make sure I don't have sex with random people and end up with 3 sets of twins. All it takes is a spin of the wheel and boom you've got all the kids you'll need and all that. I want the sport car not two $30,000 minivans. Smell what I'm steppin in?

Anyway, Life is a very intellecutal and compelling game. I would endorse each person reading this to play the game, but don't just have fun; think about what's going on here. Don't end up with two minivans full of bitchy children, that when you land on a "Ski accident, pay $5,000 per child" square, you're sorry ass goes bankrupt. *cue the sound effect when a contestant hits a 'bankrupt' on Wheel of Fortune...it goes like this: WHHOOOOOOOOooooooooooooo and then Pat Sajak comes over with his toupee and takes all your damn prizes.*

All I'm saying is do something with your life, and don't let Pat Sajak steal your shit.

Monday, July 19, 2004

Traffic, Ghetto Black Women, & Spina Bifida

God damn it. I hate when things don't work out.
 
This weekend I went to King's Dominion in Virginia. I forget the name of the town or city that it was in, but quite frankly I don't give a damn, because I won't be going back down there. So here's what went down.
 
Friday:
I went over to Jenessa's to stay the night so that we could get up early and just leave from her house instead of her having to come all the way out to Bowling Green to pick my sorry license-free ass up. So, I was up til 1:30 and I didn't fall asleep til...about 3a.m.
 
Saturday:
We get up at 6:00 and are out the door by 6:45. We picked our awesome friend Meranda Helmick up and were on our way down the interstate by 7:00. We had to pick up Meranda's boyfriend Mike up in Pasadena before we checked in to our hotel and then to the park. So we got to Mike's at about 9:30, and were on our way to Virginia, on schedule. However, we got down towards Alexandria, and went 10 miles in an hour. I don't like that idea. Someone explain to me why for almost 20 miles there is two lanes of traffic going either way. I was annoyed.
 
So, finally we get to our hotel. I was so excited because I just wanted to lay in a bed...even though it would have been for like 10 minutes. So we get in the lobby and find out that they had to move us to another hotel because they were booked for the night. WHAT!? EXCUSE ME!? I was just in traffic for 7 hours when it shoudl have taken 5. So, we went the hell up the street to the Howard Johnson hotel. No one knows who Howard Johnson is or what he did. I thought he was a basketball player but apparently that wasn't the right Johnson.
 
I digress.
 
We get to our hotel, and then get out real fast so we can get to the park. So we get to the park at like 3:30. I was so excited like oh my God, excited. Like, holy hell I can't believe I'm up in this shit, excited. So, we got in line for the first roller coaster...which took 45 minutes. No big deal, the place was packed so I wasn't too depressed. This ghetto black woman that was behind us, was screaming, "EXCUSE ME....EXCUSE ME..." because people were trying to cut in line and she wasn't having that. She was like, "I'ma hafta go down there and cuss that man out." Then while we were in line some park employee came over, moved a couple people out of the line and swept up a cigarette butt in to his dust pan. That same woman was like, "He sure is serious about keeping this park clean ain't ee?" I just laughed and was like, "Uh huh." Next ride, we waited in line for an hour...no big deal because the Volcano looked da bomb...and it was. Best ride ever. Next line was like half an hour-45 minutes. No big deal but it was about 6:00 by now. So we go to get in line for the Flight of Fear, and we are waiting so long, and then it starts raining and lightening so they closed the damn park down. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...
 
We came back to the hotel and then went to Red Lobster. It was a very delicious meal and out waitress Aysha was awesome. The meal was the best part of the day, if you ask me.
 
Finally, we came home, and I passed out right away. The next day I woke up and I swear my spine had curved. No like, I had to pee really bad and couldn't because I think my spine was poking my bladder or something. It was spina bifida I know it was. Don't mess with me.

I was so like out of it the next morning from needing sleep still, that I wrote a note to the maid and this is what it said, "Thank you for the spinal bydeda."
 
BYDEDA!? WHAT IS THAT!?

The funniest part is that I didn't even notice until like 20 minutes later, and after the 3 other people in the room looked at it and laughed. They didn't even say anything to me, they just laughed at how stupid I was. I guess I thought I was finishing the word by the first D or something, I don't know. Don't ask.
 
Well I could sit here and write about Hilary and Haylee Duff but I can only recount so many bad things in one sitting.

Friday, July 16, 2004

Yeah, I Chase Tornados...So What?

So the day before yesterday, Brittney and I were driving around and before we knew it we were driving in to a huge supercell. Yeah, a supercell. It was scary because we didn't know what to do. We kept driving, and I swear I saw like 3 funnel clouds. So, we didn't know what to do because it was REALLY windy, and it looked like we weren't going to be in Oz too much longer. So, reacting immediately to a panicked situation, I said, "Get to higher ground!"
 
So we went to the park.
 
Yes, you're probably saying, "If there was a tornado, wouldn't you want to get underground?" This is a true statement. However, when it used to flood every spring, I remember being told to get to higher ground if it ever was really bad. So, now every natural disaster that could happen, my response is, "Get to higher ground!" An earthquake..."Get to higher ground!" An air strike from a foreign country..."Get to higher ground!" Large meteors falling from the sky like an inferno of hell, I'll be the one screaming, "Get to higher ground!"
 
Anyway, the weather freaked us out and it was really windy, and I took some pictures. Click the link on the post below, and you can go look at them.
 
Don't be scared for me, I know what I'm doing. I just call myself a storm chaser and I feel fine.

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Los Fotos

I have pictures up through my Yahoo! account. Make sure you check them by clicking here, or by clicking down there. I will update this bitchin' blog later.

http://f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/john_thrasher_182/my_photos

Monday, July 12, 2004

AIDS

HAHA, Mike Lewis is one of the greatest people the Lord ever put on this earth, and he has a hilarious comic over on his blog. However, because I am a thief I am going to steal it from him and put it down here. Here's his blog.

Little Debbie Cakes, Nightmares and Lemonade

It seems to me that I am addicted to two things. Little Debbie Nutty Bars, and Minute Maid Lemonade. I'm not kidding. These are the wonders of the world. The lemonade is like perfect on a hot day and I will sit there and drink a can of it in less than a minute. I don't know what makes it so good, but I just can't get enough of it.

My gramma bought these Nutty Bars and I have devoured them every time she buys a new box. They are so delicious and awesome. Go Nutty Bars, you go.

Now, on to my crisis with Little Debbie. She makes some tasty ass cakes, and all that...but I used to have nightmares about her. I'm not kidding. I am 100% serious. I just remembered them tonight, when I was looking at her ugly little face in the corner of the box. I not only had one nightmare with her, but I had TWO! Allow me to tell you about them.

When I was 8 I had my first Little Debbie Horror. I had this toy and what it was was a tree and inside it was like little lego people to play inside. It was Lego's version of Mighty Max (yes, I collected those) or Polly Pocket. Anyway, my dream was that I was sleeping on a couch in the house I was living in at the time, and on the floor was this tree thing. The tree opened up and inside were all the lego things just like in reality. BUT...Little Debbie had a knife and she was like waving it at me, saying she was going to come up on the couch and kill me. All I remember was me waking up and screaming and pushing the tree thing I had been playing with away because I thought for sure Little Debbie's days of baking cakes were through, and she was going to start killing people.

THEN...when I was 10 I had ANOTHER dream about her. This time I was in the woods, and I didn't know where I was. And I saw her in the woods. I was really scared and I started running from her, but I fell down the hill. So I was like tumbling through this forest trying to get the hell away from Little Debbie. I finally stopped and was looking up at the sky when she came over and looked down at me, and started growing vampire fangs. Then she had that damn knife again - just like in the first dream. That's all I remember about this dream...but it was vivid enough for me to hate her ugly face.

Anyway, I am 18 now, and Little Debbie doesn't scare me one bit. As long as she is baking cakes and keeping my taste buds satisfied, she can chase me in all the forests and dreams she wants.

Here's the bitch, herself.



Saturday, July 10, 2004

Lee, Lora, and Lisa Are Amazing!

Well, it's a little after 7:00 and Lora, Lee, and Lisa just left. For those of you who don't know who they are, Lora and Lee were people I paged with during my internship at the Maryland General Assembly, in Annapolis back in March. Lee was actually my roomate! He and I have talked a lot, and kept in touch the most out of all the pages. Lisa is Lora's sister, that I knew from when we all left down there, but she just decided to come on up with Lora.

We had a lot of fun, I assume. Cumberland sucks, so compared to where they live (Gaithersburg, and Mt. Airey..did I spell that right?), I am sure it is a sad affair. We went to Kremer's Deli at the train station, and then we went to the Contitution Park and just hung out, until we got tired of the humidity, and went to Wendy's because Lora and Lisa got hungry. After that, we came back here to my grammas house and watched Lee's DVD of the Family Guy!

Below is a picture of the three of us at Mayor's Monument in the park. We got bored, so we went there. :)

Here We Go Again

Well, this is my final online journal. I went from my website, to my xanga, and now to this...which is working just fine for me. Anyway, I need sleep now, so I hope you all come back.