Kevin's Random Thoughts
Thursday, January 27, 2005
C is for cookie...
Now what starts with the letter C?
Cookie starts with C
Let's think of other things
That starts with C
Oh, who cares about the other things?
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me
Oh, cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me
Oh, cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C
Hey you know what?
A round cookie with one bite out of it
Looks like a C
A round donut with one bite out of it
Also looks like a C
But it is not as good as a cookie
Oh and the moon sometimes looks like a C
But you can't eat that, so
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me, yeah!
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me
Oh, cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C, yeah!
Cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C, oh boy!
Cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C!
Umm num num num num
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Excepts From a Conversation...
I was chatting with a friend on MSN and... well it's old school blog material:
"Back home, my friends started treating me like I was a scumbug. It got to the point where I'd be introduced to people with a warning. It hurt. I wanted to come back to Fredericton where I was more known as a lovable doofus. But people here are changing their views of me too."
"It's a stench, a stain I can't ride myself of. I thought I found hapiness and confidence in myself for the first time. Maybe I did change. But after seeing how the people I care about react to it... But I don't want to go back, either."
"What hurts most of all is when someone like you, who up until the frat party night, seemed like a big supporter of mine, constantly asking me to come back to Fredericton, becomes distant from me because of something I said or did. And then the night I try to make ammends, I again say something stupid and offensive."
"I know you've forgiven me for it. But it doesn't change the fact that, in more than just your case, I can see I've changed by the way people react to me now."
"It might be them. It might be me."
"I'm sorry to just dump this on you. You're not my therapist. It just boiled out. It's on the surface of my mind with a lot of other things."
My apartment is leaking and cold.
I already have an assignment over a week late.
Everyone else has turned my little crush on Aimee into something bigger than it is. You're getting my hopes up and I'm the who has to deal with the fall.
I also want to be with someone who doesn't want to be with me and I shouldn't be with anyway.
I still don't believe RAGE is being run properly.
My back pain is getting severe. I don't want to think about what I need to do, or stop doing, because of it.
I go out once a week, usually on Friday. I have a total of 12 hours of class a week. I do nothing else the rest of the time. I'm extremely bored.
Those idiots at Student Financial Service still havn't got my loan straightened out.
I just... what I came looking for isn't here. At least I'll finish school.
I was chatting with a friend on MSN and... well it's old school blog material:
"Back home, my friends started treating me like I was a scumbug. It got to the point where I'd be introduced to people with a warning. It hurt. I wanted to come back to Fredericton where I was more known as a lovable doofus. But people here are changing their views of me too."
"It's a stench, a stain I can't ride myself of. I thought I found hapiness and confidence in myself for the first time. Maybe I did change. But after seeing how the people I care about react to it... But I don't want to go back, either."
"What hurts most of all is when someone like you, who up until the frat party night, seemed like a big supporter of mine, constantly asking me to come back to Fredericton, becomes distant from me because of something I said or did. And then the night I try to make ammends, I again say something stupid and offensive."
"I know you've forgiven me for it. But it doesn't change the fact that, in more than just your case, I can see I've changed by the way people react to me now."
"It might be them. It might be me."
"I'm sorry to just dump this on you. You're not my therapist. It just boiled out. It's on the surface of my mind with a lot of other things."
My apartment is leaking and cold.
I already have an assignment over a week late.
Everyone else has turned my little crush on Aimee into something bigger than it is. You're getting my hopes up and I'm the who has to deal with the fall.
I also want to be with someone who doesn't want to be with me and I shouldn't be with anyway.
I still don't believe RAGE is being run properly.
My back pain is getting severe. I don't want to think about what I need to do, or stop doing, because of it.
I go out once a week, usually on Friday. I have a total of 12 hours of class a week. I do nothing else the rest of the time. I'm extremely bored.
Those idiots at Student Financial Service still havn't got my loan straightened out.
I just... what I came looking for isn't here. At least I'll finish school.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
ROH DVDs...
I got mine in today! Joe vs Punk II, both Weekend Of Thunders, and Glory By Honor III. I love Ring of Honor so much, I help them stay in business by buying their shows. It's also the only wrestling I have regular access to right now that I can stand to watch.
My collection so far:
48 - Glory By Honor III
49 - Midnight Express Reunion
50 - Gold
51 - Joe vs Punk II
52 - Weekend Of Thunder Part 1
53 - Weekend Of Thunder Part 2
Hmm... This really belongs more on the wrestlers only forum than on here. To the message board~! *Green Hornet trumpet*
I got mine in today! Joe vs Punk II, both Weekend Of Thunders, and Glory By Honor III. I love Ring of Honor so much, I help them stay in business by buying their shows. It's also the only wrestling I have regular access to right now that I can stand to watch.
My collection so far:
48 - Glory By Honor III
49 - Midnight Express Reunion
50 - Gold
51 - Joe vs Punk II
52 - Weekend Of Thunder Part 1
53 - Weekend Of Thunder Part 2
Hmm... This really belongs more on the wrestlers only forum than on here. To the message board~! *Green Hornet trumpet*
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Ask Greg, I'm the man...
What a night. I start the night off by drinking at Matt & Rob's place. Matt was off to some party, but Rob was there getting baked out of his tree. Rob used to be our biggest brawler, now we's our mellow pot head. Rob, knowing who Aimee Gallie is and knowing how crazy I am about her, tells me she out of my league. He follows it up by saying she's out of everyone's league. I reply with "I know. But she's got to settle for something." and point at myself.
So I go down to Nicky Zee's to meet Greg. It takes me 5 seconds to find him, and 10 second to spot Aimee. After more than a year, nothing has changed. She is still my definition and the perfection of woman. I can't stop looking. I can't stop smiling. Finally, I go talk to her. It's a busy night, so there's not much room for conversation. This gives me my opportunity to ask for her number.
On my way back home, I have to walk by Matt & Rob's. So I stop in. The lights are all out, but I see one of the guys who was partying there earlier passed out on the couch, meaning they're home from the bar. I knock on Rob's door and get a "come in". I go in, show him my cell phone book and ask "What name do you see at the top of my phone book?" He replies with the obvioys answer of 'Aimee' and look right at him and say "Damn right you see Aimee's name!" and I leave.
And here I am.
This doesn't mean anything. Fuck, I have an early bus to catch. To bed I go. Jen, you better appreciate this.
What a night. I start the night off by drinking at Matt & Rob's place. Matt was off to some party, but Rob was there getting baked out of his tree. Rob used to be our biggest brawler, now we's our mellow pot head. Rob, knowing who Aimee Gallie is and knowing how crazy I am about her, tells me she out of my league. He follows it up by saying she's out of everyone's league. I reply with "I know. But she's got to settle for something." and point at myself.
So I go down to Nicky Zee's to meet Greg. It takes me 5 seconds to find him, and 10 second to spot Aimee. After more than a year, nothing has changed. She is still my definition and the perfection of woman. I can't stop looking. I can't stop smiling. Finally, I go talk to her. It's a busy night, so there's not much room for conversation. This gives me my opportunity to ask for her number.
On my way back home, I have to walk by Matt & Rob's. So I stop in. The lights are all out, but I see one of the guys who was partying there earlier passed out on the couch, meaning they're home from the bar. I knock on Rob's door and get a "come in". I go in, show him my cell phone book and ask "What name do you see at the top of my phone book?" He replies with the obvioys answer of 'Aimee' and look right at him and say "Damn right you see Aimee's name!" and I leave.
And here I am.
This doesn't mean anything. Fuck, I have an early bus to catch. To bed I go. Jen, you better appreciate this.
Friday, January 14, 2005
A Song 4 U...
I am so drunk
I am so drunk
D-R-N-K
I mean D-R-U-N-K
Here's what I think of RAGE:
Chinman: awesome!
Chris Pole: awesome
Dert: awesome!
Geiger: awesome!
HARDCORE Henry: awesome!
Harvey: awesome!
Kevin Tyler: golden globes
Joe College: sucks
P Jennings: awesome!
Ryan Storm: awesome!
Shippie: awesome!
Shooter Andrews: awesome!
Venom: awesome!
I am so drunk
I am so drunk
D-R-N-K
I mean D-R-U-N-K
Here's what I think of RAGE:
Chinman: awesome!
Chris Pole: awesome
Dert: awesome!
Geiger: awesome!
HARDCORE Henry: awesome!
Harvey: awesome!
Kevin Tyler: golden globes
Joe College: sucks
P Jennings: awesome!
Ryan Storm: awesome!
Shippie: awesome!
Shooter Andrews: awesome!
Venom: awesome!
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Shakespeare Quotes...
Today I read Titus Andronicus. While no Macbeth, it was a really good play. It's odd that it's one of Shakespeare's lesser know plays. Here's some tidbits I enjoyed:
Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done?
Aaron: That which thou canst undo.
Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother.
Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.
Yes, that means what you think it means.
Aaron (To the Nurse): Go to the Empress, tell her this I said.
He kills her
Weeke, weeke! So cries a pig prepared to the spit.
Not convinced Aaron is a bastard yet? Here's a great monologue.
Lucius: Art thou not sorry for their heinous deeds?
Aaron: Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day -- and yet I think
Few come within the compass of my curse --
Wherein I did not some notorious ill:
As kill a man, or else devise his death;
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself;
Set deadly enmity between two friend;
Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
Set fireon barns and haystacks in the night,
And big the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' door,
Even when their sorrows almost was forgot,
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
But I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
What a heel.
Today I read Titus Andronicus. While no Macbeth, it was a really good play. It's odd that it's one of Shakespeare's lesser know plays. Here's some tidbits I enjoyed:
Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done?
Aaron: That which thou canst undo.
Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother.
Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.
Yes, that means what you think it means.
Aaron (To the Nurse): Go to the Empress, tell her this I said.
He kills her
Weeke, weeke! So cries a pig prepared to the spit.
Not convinced Aaron is a bastard yet? Here's a great monologue.
Lucius: Art thou not sorry for their heinous deeds?
Aaron: Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day -- and yet I think
Few come within the compass of my curse --
Wherein I did not some notorious ill:
As kill a man, or else devise his death;
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself;
Set deadly enmity between two friend;
Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
Set fireon barns and haystacks in the night,
And big the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' door,
Even when their sorrows almost was forgot,
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
But I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
What a heel.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Now to sing our favorite song...
Hello, boys and girls. This is your old pal, Stinky Wizzleteats. This is a song about a whale. No! This is a song about being happy! That's right! It's the Happy Happy Joy Joy song!
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Joy!
I don't think you're happy enough! That's right! I'll teach you to be happy! I'll teach your grandmother to suck eggs! Now, boys and girls, let's try it again!
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Joy!
If'n you aint the grandaddy of all liars! The little critters of nature... They don't know that they're ugly! That's very funny, a fly marrying a bumblebee! I told you I'd shoot! But you didn't believe me! Why didn't you believe me?!
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Happy Happy
Happy Happy Happy Happy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Joy
Hello, boys and girls. This is your old pal, Stinky Wizzleteats. This is a song about a whale. No! This is a song about being happy! That's right! It's the Happy Happy Joy Joy song!
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Joy!
I don't think you're happy enough! That's right! I'll teach you to be happy! I'll teach your grandmother to suck eggs! Now, boys and girls, let's try it again!
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Joy!
If'n you aint the grandaddy of all liars! The little critters of nature... They don't know that they're ugly! That's very funny, a fly marrying a bumblebee! I told you I'd shoot! But you didn't believe me! Why didn't you believe me?!
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Happy Happy
Happy Happy Happy Happy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Joy
Monday, January 10, 2005
Floodgate of emotion...
You think you're doing so well
Life is good, new stuff happening
You don't even think of her every day
You believe you've moved on
Then you see her
Not even in the flesh, merely a photograph
Just a reminder of what once was
Enough to bring you to tears
[picture removed Jan 10 10:15pm]
I really wish someone was around to talk to. Instead, all I have is my silly little blog.
That thing inside me, the thing that makes me who I am - obsessive with knoledge and extreme loyalty to friends - makes me unable to let go of some things. I can't lose it without losing myself. It's my blessing, my curse.
New Year's Day... 1 year, 9 days ago... in my bed.
Relived time and time again.
I know living in the past is never good. But the present has yet to provide me with a great moment to live in. Look and ye shall not find. Those moments just happen. You cannot force them. I'm not looking, but I'm not hard to find.
The real hurt is she won't even talk to me anymore.
Who wants an X-Men review?
You think you're doing so well
Life is good, new stuff happening
You don't even think of her every day
You believe you've moved on
Then you see her
Not even in the flesh, merely a photograph
Just a reminder of what once was
Enough to bring you to tears
[picture removed Jan 10 10:15pm]
I really wish someone was around to talk to. Instead, all I have is my silly little blog.
That thing inside me, the thing that makes me who I am - obsessive with knoledge and extreme loyalty to friends - makes me unable to let go of some things. I can't lose it without losing myself. It's my blessing, my curse.
New Year's Day... 1 year, 9 days ago... in my bed.
Relived time and time again.
I know living in the past is never good. But the present has yet to provide me with a great moment to live in. Look and ye shall not find. Those moments just happen. You cannot force them. I'm not looking, but I'm not hard to find.
The real hurt is she won't even talk to me anymore.
Who wants an X-Men review?
Friday, January 07, 2005
61 Things I Hate...
So while going through some stuff while moving (I'm in Fredericton now), I found a spiral note pad with some stuff written in it. The predominant topic was a list of things I hate. Judging from what's written, I'd say it was in my second semester of my last year at Kidd. So approximately two years ago. Here's what was written:
[some websites and phone numbers... not of people I hate, just stuff I joted down]
1. racist jokes
2. dick and fart jokes
3. backyard Jackass
4. talking about wrestling all the time
5. necrophillia
6. teen sex/date movies
7. Eminem
8. white people who talk "black"
9. people farting in my room
10. women
11. the Internet
12. required courses that have nothing to do with what I want to take
13. homework
14. cafeteria food
15. young kids acting like idiots
16. older people acting superior
17. being lied to
18. one friend hurting another
19. my big mouth
20. unoriginal pick up lines
21. being asked who much I bench
22. John Craighead
23. people not doingn their job
24. pop-ups
25. being out of the loop
26. lesbian porn without passionate kissing
27. conversations about legalizing marijuana
28. having no money
29. silence
30. dead baby jokes
31. the heat
32. self-doubt
33. getting up early
34. hotdogs
35. fat Internet sites
36. people who don't know when to shut up
37. being led on
38. braggarts
39. cell phones as fashion
40. people who complain about my clothes
41. being ignored
42. bars
43. not being allowed to show emotion
44. insults/threats concerning cancer
45. cancer
46. my attitude when I'm drunk (but I love alcohol)
47. loud people
48. people who don't flush the toilet
49. whistling
50. wasting my own time
51. people who complain about my hand writting [written horribly]
52. whiney people
53. stuck up people
54. people not willing to question their beliefs
55. peas, brussel sprouts, cabbage, and brocoli
[a hand drawn picture of Spider-Man's mask]
56. people just like me
57. insects
58. snoring
59. the sound of people kissing
nlw title history
----------------
The Gorp 07/04/99
"Extreme" Dave Cawley 08/01/99
The Gorp (2) 08/15/99
"Beautiful" Dave Snow 03/ /00
The Canadian Crusader (2) 07/ /00
Chanman 08/28/00
Sexy Kevy 07/16/01
Chris Cole (3) 10/12/02
Hardcore Henry 11/ /02
60. being mistaken for gay
61. the fact nice guys do finish last
[and attempt at cataloging my tape collection]
So while going through some stuff while moving (I'm in Fredericton now), I found a spiral note pad with some stuff written in it. The predominant topic was a list of things I hate. Judging from what's written, I'd say it was in my second semester of my last year at Kidd. So approximately two years ago. Here's what was written:
[some websites and phone numbers... not of people I hate, just stuff I joted down]
1. racist jokes
2. dick and fart jokes
3. backyard Jackass
4. talking about wrestling all the time
5. necrophillia
6. teen sex/date movies
7. Eminem
8. white people who talk "black"
9. people farting in my room
10. women
11. the Internet
12. required courses that have nothing to do with what I want to take
13. homework
14. cafeteria food
15. young kids acting like idiots
16. older people acting superior
17. being lied to
18. one friend hurting another
19. my big mouth
20. unoriginal pick up lines
21. being asked who much I bench
22. John Craighead
23. people not doingn their job
24. pop-ups
25. being out of the loop
26. lesbian porn without passionate kissing
27. conversations about legalizing marijuana
28. having no money
29. silence
30. dead baby jokes
31. the heat
32. self-doubt
33. getting up early
34. hotdogs
35. fat Internet sites
36. people who don't know when to shut up
37. being led on
38. braggarts
39. cell phones as fashion
40. people who complain about my clothes
41. being ignored
42. bars
43. not being allowed to show emotion
44. insults/threats concerning cancer
45. cancer
46. my attitude when I'm drunk (but I love alcohol)
47. loud people
48. people who don't flush the toilet
49. whistling
50. wasting my own time
51. people who complain about my hand writting [written horribly]
52. whiney people
53. stuck up people
54. people not willing to question their beliefs
55. peas, brussel sprouts, cabbage, and brocoli
[a hand drawn picture of Spider-Man's mask]
56. people just like me
57. insects
58. snoring
59. the sound of people kissing
nlw title history
----------------
The Gorp 07/04/99
"Extreme" Dave Cawley 08/01/99
The Gorp (2) 08/15/99
"Beautiful" Dave Snow 03/ /00
The Canadian Crusader (2) 07/ /00
Chanman 08/28/00
Sexy Kevy 07/16/01
Chris Cole (3) 10/12/02
Hardcore Henry 11/ /02
60. being mistaken for gay
61. the fact nice guys do finish last
[and attempt at cataloging my tape collection]
