So I am off all next week. Is there anything more depressing than taking a week off and just waking up in your apartment and not some resort? But whatever, I got an agenda next week and that is to land a fucking J O B, before I start playing in traffic blindfolded and sippin on a wine cooler. I will most likely hook up my old school Nintendo, try to beat Contra with 3 guys(impossible) while drinking Bud Heavys. Anyways....
If you watched Ray Allen break the 3pt record last night and didnt either, get goosebumps, get a little blood flow(thats a boner) or tear up a bit, then you are not human. I will admit, I welled up a little. Just seeing a guy break a record and knowing that guy did it right every day is kind of cool. Ray got up everyday, shot a basketball nearly every day for the last 15 days and did it the right way. He didn't go the Barry Bonds or Mark McGwire route, he just did it right. RESPECT. Plus I know I can relate a little bit with Ray and shooting the 3 because I was the Wakefield Basketball Association 3pt shootout champ when I was 12. I remember like it was yesterday. I lit it up the first couple rounds and advanced to face sharp shooting Shawn Wallace in the finals. He was like the Dale Ellis for my age. Just lights out. Best day of my basketball career.
But last night watching Ray Allen it made me think of his place in all time NBA Live players. Now NBA Live was the NHL 94 for basketball fans. Epic battles in my parents basement between my brother, my friends, my brothers friends. It has to still be a top 5 video game of all time. Yes I said ALL TIME. So here are my Top 5 NBA Live 95 Players.
5. Tracy Murray Portland Trailblazers- Cals put up 200 pts with the guy in a single game. LIGHTS OUT.
4. Latrell Spreewell Golden State Warriors-Guy could shoot, throw it down, slap the floor and play some defense. With a squad that had Webber, Hardaway and Mullin, he was the best. Just had skillz....he deserves the'z'
3. Mitch Richmond- The Kings sucked back then, but Mitch Richmond made it awesome to be the Kings. He could shoot from anywhere, steal the ball which was impossible to do in the game, but more importantly, guy just shot lights out all the time, especially from the angle. Do it. He wont miss.
2. Shawn Kemp- BADASS. Dunked from anywhere on the floor and always, always, always pointed at your after he dunked on your in the game. Alley Oops everytime down the floor. Just a man child.
1.Mark Price- White guy. LIGHTS OUT from the top of the 3pt arc and impossible to stop at the Gund Arena. There is even a video dedicated to him on Youtube. Other people fuckin understand where Im coming from.....
Done. Like I said I am off all next week and should be writing more than usual seeing I have nowhere to go, no girl to impress on Valentines Day and I have no money. Pick a bar and Ill meet you there.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Picture Day! YA!
A)This is my bedroom at the current moment. I am very tempted to going on Craigslist to find a maid. I just want to put a posting up and see what types of people actually respond.
2. I bet this guy makes more money than me, looking like a gay Indiana Jones or Crocodile Dundee all fuckin day. Come on dude, you sell bread to Stop n Shop.
Monday, February 7, 2011
I took today off. Why is the day after the Super Bowl not a national holiday yet? I didn't go to a Super Bowl party or anything, instead I watched my nephew rollover like a cub or a drunk midget. I didn't take today off because of the Super Bowl, I took it off because I am on a Contra like adventure to try and find a new job ASAP. I am on like Stage 3 'Waterfalls'. I say that because that is a hell of a level to beat because the screen keeps moving and if you don't move fast enough, you will die....and right now I am dying because life keeps moving and I can't keep up with it. Bills, food, my drinking problem, and gambling are all things I need to keep up with, and the screen is moving way too fast for me. I need the Dave Coultier 'Out of Control' Remote and either pause life or slow it down before I wind up living back in my parents basement, turn into a chain smoker, trying to win a radio contest just so I can move out again.
Speaking of my parents. I walked into the house today to see what food I could steal and my dad is sitting on the couch with a neckbrace on. What the fuck? You didn't have that neckbrace on yesterday. This is when my brother chimes in and says 'THROW THE BRIEFCASE!'. I love when random Brady Bunch episodes pop up in real life.
So I drove an hour to Bedford,NH to speak to some recruiter about getting me a job. I drove for an hour to discuss my resume. I drove an hour to discuss what we already discussed on the phone 8 times. I drove an hour for her to call me 5 hours later to tell me she spoke with her boss and will start to find a couple companies where I may fit. I drove an hour, put on a shirt and tie, for nothing. I looked good though. But I didnt have to go into work today because doing anything other going to work nowadays is fuckin awesome. So I ask again, why is the day after the Super Bowl not a national holiday yet? Just trade out President's Day which we get off in 2 weeks with the Monday after the Super Bowl. Who do I speak to about this? Mitt Romney? Morgan Freeman? Zuckerberg? (I watched the Social Network over the weekend)
Looking for a new job is pretty friggin stressful. First of all, I hate my current job which makes finding a new job that much more stressful because all you want to do is find one so you can walk into the office, take a huge dump on the boss's desk and say 'I give my 2 weeks.........and some corn..PHHHBTT'. Every company or recruiter that calls me asks why I am looking for a new job and I say 2 things..
1.I need more money because I have been living off of a PB&J the last 2 weeks
2.The life is being sucked out of me every day and I will dead by age 32.
They respond with this question:Would you rather work at a job you make alot of money but you are miserable with or would you rather work at a job where you don't make alot but you are happy?
I usually couch my answer, but I want to say I would like a job where I make alot of money and I am happy, why is that so hard to find? It is amazing, how you feel about your job can totally affect every ounce of your life. My current status is I HATE PEOPLE. And it all stems from my job. I have actually considered having my brother and sister in law hire me as their full time Nanny. Then I can definately fulfill my dream of being Michael Keaton from 'Mr. Mom'.
Like I said, I have been eating PB&J for the last 2 weeks. Question.
WHY HAS PB&J BEEN MISSING FROM MY LIFE FOR SO LONG!?
So simple. So good. You can eat so much and never feel gross. Was there an age cutoff for PB&J? Do people think they were too cool for PB&J? And why did I have my mother cut off the crust when I was a kid? The crust is almost the best part. And why did I hate the crunchy peanut butter before? Crunchy peanut butter makes the whole sandwich. I will say that eating PB and Fluff is a little childish, but PB&J is definately still socially acceptable and could be a great party food.
Speaking of my parents. I walked into the house today to see what food I could steal and my dad is sitting on the couch with a neckbrace on. What the fuck? You didn't have that neckbrace on yesterday. This is when my brother chimes in and says 'THROW THE BRIEFCASE!'. I love when random Brady Bunch episodes pop up in real life.
So I drove an hour to Bedford,NH to speak to some recruiter about getting me a job. I drove for an hour to discuss my resume. I drove an hour to discuss what we already discussed on the phone 8 times. I drove an hour for her to call me 5 hours later to tell me she spoke with her boss and will start to find a couple companies where I may fit. I drove an hour, put on a shirt and tie, for nothing. I looked good though. But I didnt have to go into work today because doing anything other going to work nowadays is fuckin awesome. So I ask again, why is the day after the Super Bowl not a national holiday yet? Just trade out President's Day which we get off in 2 weeks with the Monday after the Super Bowl. Who do I speak to about this? Mitt Romney? Morgan Freeman? Zuckerberg? (I watched the Social Network over the weekend)
Looking for a new job is pretty friggin stressful. First of all, I hate my current job which makes finding a new job that much more stressful because all you want to do is find one so you can walk into the office, take a huge dump on the boss's desk and say 'I give my 2 weeks.........and some corn..PHHHBTT'. Every company or recruiter that calls me asks why I am looking for a new job and I say 2 things..
1.I need more money because I have been living off of a PB&J the last 2 weeks
2.The life is being sucked out of me every day and I will dead by age 32.
They respond with this question:Would you rather work at a job you make alot of money but you are miserable with or would you rather work at a job where you don't make alot but you are happy?
I usually couch my answer, but I want to say I would like a job where I make alot of money and I am happy, why is that so hard to find? It is amazing, how you feel about your job can totally affect every ounce of your life. My current status is I HATE PEOPLE. And it all stems from my job. I have actually considered having my brother and sister in law hire me as their full time Nanny. Then I can definately fulfill my dream of being Michael Keaton from 'Mr. Mom'.
Like I said, I have been eating PB&J for the last 2 weeks. Question.
WHY HAS PB&J BEEN MISSING FROM MY LIFE FOR SO LONG!?
So simple. So good. You can eat so much and never feel gross. Was there an age cutoff for PB&J? Do people think they were too cool for PB&J? And why did I have my mother cut off the crust when I was a kid? The crust is almost the best part. And why did I hate the crunchy peanut butter before? Crunchy peanut butter makes the whole sandwich. I will say that eating PB and Fluff is a little childish, but PB&J is definately still socially acceptable and could be a great party food.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Ice Ice Baby
You can thank this blog entry to the person outside my bedroom window who is scraping off their car and shoveling at 1015pm when I need to get up and be at work by 5am.
Dear Mystery Person,
I hate you. And I do not hate alot of people, but I do hate you right now. Why are you shoveling and cleaning off your car right now? It has not snowed all day and the fact that you are doing it now tells me you didn't go anywhere today, therefore you had all day to do it. Do you know the sound you are making right now as people are trying to sleep? It is right in between nails on a chalkboard and a barking dog, but just above the sound of a phone off its hook. OH! You are going to start your car right now and just let it run?! Perfect. Great idea. Make sure you get every last piece of ice off that car. I would rather listen to 'Blue' by Eiffel 65 on repeat than listen to you scrap the shit out of your windshield. I would stick my head out of my 4th floor window right now and scream but I am not a 74 year old person living in the 1950s from Bronx NY or part of the cast of '227'. So I will sit in here and just wait.....patiently......very patiently and slowly develop the half cry/half laugh as I lay here in my bed wondering what the hell has happened to my life. Good Day sir. I said...GOOD DAY!
This song. Oh this song....
Dear Mystery Person,
I hate you. And I do not hate alot of people, but I do hate you right now. Why are you shoveling and cleaning off your car right now? It has not snowed all day and the fact that you are doing it now tells me you didn't go anywhere today, therefore you had all day to do it. Do you know the sound you are making right now as people are trying to sleep? It is right in between nails on a chalkboard and a barking dog, but just above the sound of a phone off its hook. OH! You are going to start your car right now and just let it run?! Perfect. Great idea. Make sure you get every last piece of ice off that car. I would rather listen to 'Blue' by Eiffel 65 on repeat than listen to you scrap the shit out of your windshield. I would stick my head out of my 4th floor window right now and scream but I am not a 74 year old person living in the 1950s from Bronx NY or part of the cast of '227'. So I will sit in here and just wait.....patiently......very patiently and slowly develop the half cry/half laugh as I lay here in my bed wondering what the hell has happened to my life. Good Day sir. I said...GOOD DAY!
This song. Oh this song....
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