Soooooooo…my wife said something the other day that kind of struck me and today confirmed it.  We were on a double date with some friends and I started talking about my day to day school life.  I started droning on about how I have to go to this Tutoring Center every single day and how I HATED a particular tutor there.  This guy is in my same class and the only reason why he is in my same class is because he failed it last semester.  He doesn’t say calculus right and his wife tells him when to go to bed.  I don’t like him or the way he tutors(well he doesn’t actually tutor, he just talks and everybody get more confused).  A midst my cruel deciphering (I spelled this so wrong that spell check couldn’t even dissiffer it) of this mans personal and professional life I said a sentence that silenced the room.  “We call him *BEEP* to his face.” (*BEEP* is not a swear word, but a mispronunciation of his name that could be dissiffered as cruel)  Now my wife (hey cutie) said that was mean and that I shouldn’t say that and that I was being a bully.  Well I agree with her, but that doesn’t make me a bully does it?  I’m no bully, bullies say things to hurt peoples feeling and to be mean.  I only do it to hurt his feelings and to be mean to him.  Oh shoot!

Now on a bit different note, but in the same song, I started to feel uneasy in my math class today.  A seemingly crippled kid who is super brilliant walked into class late (as he did everyday) and sat down.  My friend who I sits next to me leaned over and said, “That’s the third day in a row he’s worn that shirt.”  I gave him a nod of approval and I chuckled to myself.  WHAT THE HELLCK IS MY PROBLEM!!!  My parents(hey m & d) didn’t raise me to laugh at others misfortunes.  I guess I am a bully, I guess I’m the guy who picked on me all through high school and the guy who turns his back on the poor and hungry.  I can’t be, I just can’t be!

So what do I do?  Uhhhh…Scott.  Yeah, Scott? Stop what you’re doing and change…DUH! Oh okay Scott…I’ll do that.

I hope it’s that simple.  If me in high school saw what I did today he would punch me square in the balls.  I hope the realization of my actions is penance enough to my former self so he won’t punch me in my baby makers.

Scott Pete

Yes, I really hope it does.  I’m speaking literally and in no way metaphorically.  I have had this experience many times and I hate it every time.  Metaphorically speaking I have also had it happen many times too.  Now assume that poo going down the toilet is a good thing, which I believe it is and that all your cares will vanish away when it’s gone.  That’s what this blog post is about…poo metaphorically going down the toilet and is in no way literally literal (except for the parts that reference poo).

A lot of times we wait around hoping that we can go through life and everything will go smoothly.  Fortunately for me it doesn’t for you and I can sit back and laugh in yo face sucka.  The other day I found myself staring at my poo swirling in the toilet and praying (well…just hoping) that I wouldn’t have to pull out the plunger.  Swirling and swirling and swirling around it went as I pushed on the lever harder and harder.  The lever broke off (not really) and eventually the poo went down.  The moral of the story is I stared at my poo for 5 minutes (30 seconds).  In that time, I thought about life and how it is so similar to poopy.

I want to get good grades, but I guess I have to work hard for them even though I don’t want to.  Similarly, if I want my poo to go down I will need to either hold the lever down for hours (minutes) or plunge that fo sucka silly sucka now you ducka, cuz you can’t stop a brotha from a motha BURT chucksta(compliments of alan hansen).  I could go on for hours with these analogies, just like when I sit on the pot for hours, but I’m not gunna because I rectum that most people have stopped reading because of the nature of this content.  Truly life can be like messy diarrhea and it is only through our choices that we can triumph.  We can easily take a shower and be clean for the next challenge or we can go through mass amounts of toilet paper, ultimately causing more of a mess and you run the risk of not getting clean.

Scott Pete

It’s amazing to me how a really good singer can make a song sound so badly.  I’m not talking about the Grammy’s or those other award shows for singing like American Idol and Who’s Line is it Anyways.  I’m talking about sitting in church or standing in the bathroom by myself and hearing a horrible screech of sound.  Guy..you might have a good voice when you are singing by yourself, but this is a group song, not a one man sing too loudly and think you can harmonize but you can’t song.  It’s really too bad, really!

Now, I like to sing in the car or shower or while I’m making a bowl of homemade (not homemade) cereal or when I’m getting dressed in the morning or when I’m…well pretty much all the time, but I’m alone, I don’t have anyone to bug.  BUT THIS GUY, was bugging everyone (probably just me) and it was…well…totally bugging!  I think harmonizing is really cool, but when you are trying to harmonize so that everyone can hear you’re harmonizing that’s when I draw the line.  Every time the end of a sentence in the song came I cringed because I knew he was going to carry the note a half second longer than everybody else.

Music is about expressing yourself emotionally and mentally…and I get that…if…he was singing all by himself.  He wasn’t people there were 60 other guys singing too, but for some reason I could hear two voices of song.  The group…and that GUY!  NOT COOL! (geez I’m getting a little crazy with the caps today, but on that NOT COOL! I actually gave a little extra push to the keys)

This is not an isolated incident, millions and thousands of people everywhere are using this same atrocious (thank goodness for spell check or I could have never used that word) behavior.  I guess all in all, I’m saying that I wish everyone was as perfect as me because I have no faults (well except I guess I’m not humble enough) and I’m super humble.

Scott Pete

Well…it went exactly how I envisioned.  My hard work and dedication to the books really paid off.  I sat down to take the test and I knew every answer, I got my test back today and I didn’t miss a single problem.  (tear drop, tear drop)Fine, I’m a liar, but at least I dreamt it happened(no I didn’t).  I took my physics test and royally bombed the thing, I literally(not literally) dropped a bomb on my test.  I could have closed my eyes and filled in answers and still got the same score.  It has not been a fun day.  I’m not a dumb person (disputable), but I felt like a dumb bum (intentional rhyme) in that class.  I don’t know what is going on, but I guess I have to stop being an “IDIOT” (inside joke, so don’t worry about it).  On a side note you can feel better about yourselves and your dogs and other such animals/creatures that you may have, because you could have probably taken that test and got a better score than me.  28% AHHHHHHHH!!  BIG SUCKS!!!!!  All in all it’s a C- so that’s not completely horrible.  Oh well…if I let it get me down then I’ll be down and then I’ll be like that guy from Family Matters (what was his name?)…oh yeah Steve Urkel.  Well that’s all I’ve got to say and it was pretty important.

Scott Pete

I’m sitting in my chair thoughtfully pondering on what I should do for the next 3 – 4 hours…study?…or write a blog then stare at my computer screen?  There are really no other options, it can only be one or the other.  On one foot (this is a minor attempt to be funny), I should study, but I wonder what good it will do.  Then on the other foot (this is again another attempt to be funny, I just hope it will give you a nice chuckle, or something like that), I have a test tomorrow that I will undeniably fail, especially with this current attitude I have, but I probably should still try.  (okay here comes a real long sentence)I mean maybe to somebody else it would be encouraging when the professor tells us that “most” of us could “probably” finish within the “hour” and that you either “get” the “concepts” “or” “you” “don’t”(okay, I “probably” didn’t need to “put” put or probably in quotations or most of those other words, but hey get off my back, I’m making a hard decision “here”), but it’s not for me, it’s actually anti-encouraging(I wonder if there is a different word I could have used there).  Eh…I’ve chosen, staring at the screen is the best option.  I will just have to take my fail and live with it.  Maybe I can take Physics next semester and study then.

Scott Pete

Here come a few words of advice from the man who is perfect (that’s me).  If you are walking on a sidewalk that has distinguished sides…STAY ON YOUR OWN SIDE!!!  I hate the fact (disclaimer, this will be a long sentence) that when I’m walking on the sidewalk minding my own business and I’m as far over to the right as possible I will actually have to walk on the grass because some person thinks that they can define their own standards of walking, rather than what everybody else does (woooffff, that was a longy).  I can understand if they are doing to be an individual (no I can’t), but come on people, think of the grass.  I kill individual blades of grass every time you make me walk there.  BooHoo!  Below is a masterfully crafted picture to help illustrate the point.

I’m really stretching for something to talk about today…but it’s all good because I need a break from studying.  OHHHH WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED.  (Here come the real stuff folks) The audacious audacity of the vagrancy in the left hand pocket of my old briefs thrown away last Friday by the most willingness wilferd that walloped in the silence of the backhanded gazebo fronted by the butt…and the(cough cough)…thing…over(cough)…on the…well you get the point.  Hmmmmm, the more I think about writing this story the less I want to, so there you have it.  The untold story of 2012 brought to you by no one.  Have a nice day…or don’t.

Scott Pete

It’s not that I’m a bad human being or anything, but maybe I am.  Recently, I found myself in a very strange yet seemingly familiar situation.  I’ve told myself at least once (maybe twice) to never include myself with these types of hooligans and misfits.  Did I listen to my inner being?  No!!!  Unfortch (on occasion I will abbrev words to make myse hip with the kids) I didn’t, I mocked my vow of decency when I engaged in this almost falibical(not a word) offense.  I’m rambling and postponing the inevitable…so I will tell you…I spoke to a nerd.  Nerds are what make this country run, they are smarter than me, some are (I hate to say this, but here it goes) better looking than me.  In most ways they are a superior creature to me, so I can’t really make fun of nerds because they will be my boss someday.  It was really an accident and I didn’t mean to.  You must believe when I tell you this…I didn’t mean to (okay , enough of this crap).  On to the story…I arrived to my physics class 10 minutes before the imaginary bell rang in my head (which tells me it’s class time).  The teacher was messing about with his books and things when the nerd walked in.  He engaged the teacher in an academically stimulating conversation about how the universe is made up of blah blah and how the blah blah goes in the thing and does some blah blah crap on the blah blah, actually they were talking about service technicians and how they say they will come sometime between 9 and 5.  I made a comment regarding service techs and then I was stuck (with a capitol s) in a conversation I should have stayed out of.  He talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and…you get the point (had I truly been dedicated I would have written “and talked” for another 10 minutes, but I’m not).  He was being so nerdy and it was hard to listen to.  So like all good and decent human being I tuned him out.  He talked to me later that day too.  (imagine me saying this in a very whiny tone)What did I do to deserve this?  Oh well sometimes you lose and sometimes…you lose.

Scott Pete

It’s kind of a funny thing…thinking that I was different.  I use to roll out of bed, put whatever on and go to high school.  Maybe I was different then, but now I’m the same as every other person that I use to vow I would never be.  When I got married I thought my wife and I had a different relationship than most.  We love each other and never get into any fights and I figured that when we walked around holding hands that people could just tell how madly in love we are.  However, I am wrong, when I look around I just see a bunch of  people who look just like me…they have a beautiful wife, just like me.  They are going to school just like me, they’re wife is pregnant, just like me(well my wife is the one who is actually prego, not me).  They don’t fight with their wife, just like me, which means I am just like them, but I hate them, which means they hates me, just like me!  So, what makes me different?  Nothing is the answer (I figured I would tell you just in case you were racking your head trying to come up with an answer of some sort), I have become a poser to my true self.  I have essentially “sold out” in life, except I’m not making any money and they are.  I don’t have a job like they do, I’m not graduated like they are.  It’s a list I use to not want and certainly I never wanted to be like them and why should I be like them?  I’m not a follower…or a leader, but my dad told me while sitting in a Wendy’s (headed to a father/son camp out) that you had to be one or the other.  So I’m forced to compare myself to those that I despise, because we’re the exact same person, to come up with my answer.  I guess they are followers so that means…I’m a (drum roll please) FOLLOWER, a lemming if you will, but I can’t help it.  I’m in the system and am trapped by my willingness to be there.  It’s a comfortable place to be and that’s why so many of us are there.  I only hope that one day I can become my true self again.  I don’t think I can or want to for a long time, it’s just too dang comfortable here such that I have become like what Pink Floyd described as (now this is my own interpretation) comfortably numb.  I am comfortably numb as a poser to my own self and should probably come to terms with it, but I don’t wanna!  I don’t wanna grow up, I’m still a punk at heart and will always be.  I certainly do not want to be the same 17 year old punk that I was, but a more mature spin off of that would be nice.  I’ve taken a slow road over the last 7 years that has made me to what I am.  I am assuming now that I will bide my time until I have some sort of “GREAT AWAKENING” and I will truly become myself again (that could possibly be a pipe dream).  I am about 20% there so I still have a ways to go.  Now, I’m not 100% sure how I will get the other 60%, but I’m sure I will.  You see 20 + 60 is not 100, but I like the 20% that I’ve changed, I won’t get into those details, but I think I’ve become a better and more mature person.  So when I become 80% back to me, I’ll be 100% me.  That’s my goal this year and probably next year and probably most of my life is to get that other 60% back.  Please don’t get me wrong, I love my life, but I don’t want to be like that guy over there who I have hated my whole life.  It’s all about the journey taken, the things you learn and the things that help you grow and finding out who you really are.  Plus, if I fail, I can teach my kids to be punks and just live through them (I’m sure they would love that)!

Scott Pete

I think this is why I DON’T go out of my way to make friends.  Let me take you back a few minutes ago.  I hear a knock on the door, “who could it be”, I thought.  As I make my way to the door I hear heavy breathing(okay it was light breathing, actually I didn’t hear breathing) at my door step.  Could it possibly be a polite robber knocking his/her way into my apartment?  Or maybe even an alien or some sort of a wild animal that likes to knock on doors?  Well it wasn’t, or was it?  No it wasn’t, it was my new neighbor asking for two dollars.  I went against my better judgment a couple weeks back and was polite to a stranger.  Lessen learned(I figured if I put lessen instead on lesson it would be like a play on words or something, but I don’t think it works out)!!!

Scott Pete

Him: Throw that wire over that.  Me: Over What?

Him: That right there.  Me: Right Here?

Him: NO NOT RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE.  Me: RIGHT THERE?

Him: YES RIGHT THERE!!!!!  Me: (action – throwing the wire over there)

Him: Scott, you’re killing me.  Me: (super frustrated)

He explains himself too much when you don’t need him to or want him to, but he doesn’t explain himself enough when you actually need him to.  That conversation actually took place and I think that I put the caps in all the right places.  Geez dude!  Okay, I’m done venting.  I stand by the title to my blog “Life Sucks, Tomorrow is…the Same,” because tomorrow I have to work with him and it will suck and then the next day I will have to work with him and it will suck and then the next day I will have to work with him and it will suck and then the next day I will have to work with him and it will suck and then the next day I will have to work with him and it will suck and then I have a day off from him, but I’ll be all alone so that will suck but then the next day I will have to work with him and it will suck and then finally the next day will suck because I have a three hour flight with him.

Scott Pete

As my eyes began squinting at the screen tonight I realized that I don’t have anything to say the would cause a stirring in any sort of bosom.  My words are scattered in my brain and my supposed reliable thought organizer has broken down.  I’ve been mostly alone for the last 24 hours and I have had a lot of time to think and “reflect”(I’m not sure why I put that in quotes), but I really haven’t.  Why?  That seems to be a reasonable question, yet I don’t have an answer.  I really would like to publish this blog for the purpose of a getting something done, but it has undeniably horriblistic(not a word) qualities to it(I probably will though).  I once thought that I could be a ceramics major, but then I realized ‘ceram’ – ics weren’t the same as ‘saran’ – wrap and ever since(I almost spelled every sense) that moment, life, in a nutshell, has become a vast…

I guess I’m uncertain how to finish that statement.

Scott Pete

One would think that after 1 or 10 times you might learn that if you don’t do something, you will see the harsh consequences that lie therein and adjust accordingly.  I guess I don’t because I never crack my windows in the summer.  Every time I get in my car beads of sweat instantly form on my brow and slowly drip into my eyeballs.  Sometimes I think that my complaining will be the solution to my crack problem…hmmmm…maybe I shouldn’t say it like that…hmmmm…eh, whatever, but then I realize complaining only gets you so far(maybe halfway).  Oi to the World by the Vandals will take me the other half and then actually cracking my windows will take me the the rest of the way(probably another half, which leaves me another half for more complaining…I love my life).  For those that refuse to read things in parentheses I will put them in plain view…maybe halfway/probably another half, which leaves me another half for more complaining…I love my life.  (Ha Ha sucka if you don’t read in these parentheses you’ll never know what I have written in this section of parentheses!)

Scott Pete

(3:40 A.M)(3:41 A.M.)(3:42 A.M.) I’ve got heartburn, I’m so tired, I can’t sleep and I know I’m(3:43 A.M.) going to be grumpy in the morning.(3:44 A.M.)  I keep staring at this clock and I can’t help but wonder if the clock is (3:45 A.M.)starting to stare back.  I’m (3:46 A.M.) wondering if maybe I did something to offend Father Time because he is (3:47 A.M.) really making time go by slowly.(3:48 A.M.)  I want to go back to sleep, but I can’t.(3:49 A.M.)(3:50 A.M.)(3:51 A.M.)  Time might seem to be going fast because I haven’t(3:52 A.M.) written very much and a lot of time has passed, but I assure you it’s because I type really slowly.(3:53 A.M.)(3:54 A.M.)(3:55 A.M.)  Whatever!

(3:56 A.M.) Scott Pete (3:57 A.M.)

As my long days turn into constant nightmares; I took a step back this evening and breathed for a minute.  I went to a good ‘ole bowling alley and bowled all by my lonesome.  The dreadful sounds of fire alarms blaring in my ear silenced as the ball struck the pins.  The stress of needing to be in two places at the same time took a place in the gutter lane as the mullets cheered joyfully at their bowling success.  The thoughts of urging building owners demanding unfathomable tasks to cover their errors stayed outside of the heavenly mansion that called out to me, “Come in Scott Pete and bowl.”

As I finished with my 8th game I felt so relax.  I love my job, but I think I love bowling more.  I was supposed to go to a party tonight, but I didn’t.

Scott Pete

In 5 days(not including today) from now I will have officially been without a girlfriend for one year.  Who cares though…I don’t even want a girlfriend(refer to last post).  I like having a new year…I like the fact that everybody makes new years resolutions and I don’t.  I really could care less(if I really wanted to I could care less, but I don’t because of the effort involved) if I complete goals and tasks that I know I won’t accomplish.

I need to stay till 2:00 today and that’s good because I’ve been pulling some long shifts lately!  I should change the title of my blog to “Girls Suck, Tomorrow is…the Same!”

Scott Pete

I need to start caring about not caring when I start caring!  Does that make sense at all?  It does if you think about it…If I want to have a relationship(with a women), then I need to stop caring about whether I have one or not.  Simple?  I think not!  My state of mind right now is…I WANT A GIRLFRIEND…but…since I don’t have one, but want one, I need to stop wanting one so I can get one.  Hmmm…it seems difficult and confusing!  For the sake of this post and the start of a non-caring attitude I’m going to say that I DON’T WANT A GIRLFRIEND!  We’ll see how long this idea lasts…if I was a betting man(which I’m not) then I’d  give it a couple days before the caring starts again.  I need to leave work, but I’m stuck in a 11.5 hour nightmare.

Scott Pete

The Pogues & Kirsty McColl Fairytale Of New York

Besides this song I hate Christmas!!!  Maybe when I get a little older and a little wiser I’ll find the true meaning of Christmas embedded in buying presents for those you care about like it seems everyone else has.  I doubt it though!

A little bit of bad:

1. Me having to work 9.5 hours on a friday so I can get 40 hours this week.
2. My date last night with Miss Text-A-Lot.
3. The huge storm that may prevent me from going to Vegas today.

A little bit of good:

1. A guy at work telling me that he’s decided that “music” is my thing and thinks I should pursue my dreams.
2. Me actually having a date last night.
3. My Christmas bonus that I wasn’t expecting.

Scott Pete

“I hate when you’re in a GOOD mood,” he says to me.  WHAT???  Why would he hate when I’m in a good mood?  Is it because I sing when I’m in a good mood and he hates my singing?  Is it because happiness is overrated to him?  Am I easier to get along with when I’m in a bad mood?  That doesn’t make any sense to me!  I have to admit that I do like being in a bad mood, but only because it makes everyone else miserable.  It’s like a hiding place for me!  He ruined my safe house!  If he likes me when I’m in a bad mood then I’ll have to move out of my bad mood safe house and either get an indifferent safe house or a good mood  safe house, which I don’t want!!!!  This seriously this puts me in a bad mood, but then again I don’t want him to have the satisfaction of his comment putting me into a bad mood!  This sucks, now I’m going to have to be in a good mood all day just for the gratification of spite!

Scott Pete

Does the torture ever stop?  In my belief it doesn’t.  This may need a bit of explanation…I can’t help but wonder what my life will be like when I find my one true love.  I can’t help but wonder about the good times we are going to have.  Yet I can’t help but wonder when that day is going to come.  I probably think about that the most!  As rejection piles upon rejection, my thoughts turn to the root word of rejection.  REJECT!  One who is rejected is a reject…that’s me!  I found a girl that I could potentially be in a relationship with, unfortunately the reject(that’s me) got rejected once again.  “Blah blah blah, I’m not interested in going out anymore, blah blah blah.”  I do appreciate the honesty, but that sucks!  I’ll shrug it off and pretend it doesn’t bother me and that I don’t care that rejection has a permanat room at hotel Scott Pete.  I’m going to my Christmas party alone, it will be fun being the only person without a date(sarcasm intended)!

Scott Pete

If there is one thing I’ve learned in life it’s this, you can get a lot of answers to life’s question just by watching the movie SLC Punk.  Like this…”Only posers fall in love with girls.”  I really like this quote, it’s something that I tell myself everyday I’m rejected by a girl.  Truth be told…I want to be a poser!  I want to be able to enjoy the company of a beautiful woman!  Unfortunately…I just don’t have the skills!  I have character flaws, but who doesn’t?  Oh well!

Scott Pete

I’ve been thinking about this lately because I’m pretty sure it doomed a relationship based from three dates and a couple of texts.  It wasn’t a serious relationship just a couple of dates.  Okay here’s the 411…My natural view on the human race has a great deal of hatred and disdain associated therein, especially around Christmas time.  Why love when you can hate?  Hating is easier and way more fun!  I’m not saying I hate everyone, just most of the world…I did like this three date girl, but maybe she couldn’t see through my hatred for others to discern my thoughts regarding her.  I try not to mention it, but it always seems to come up.  Example: I’ll see someone I know and start walking the other way and then she asked why we veered from our choice path towards our destination.  Do I lie?  Heck NO!  I’m a hater not a liar.  So I tell her I didn’t want to see that person.  She asks why.  I say that they were a friend, or once a friend, or even that I knew that person(WHOOPS!).  She looks at me with confusion in her eyes and asks me why I didn’t want to say hello to my acquaintance.  Do I tell her that I hate a great deal of people that I know?  Maybe I just need to learn to be more tolerant of other and more forgiving(YEAH RIGHT!).  It’s really is a tragic tale, but when I reflect on this tale of hatred, it always ends up being my own fault.

Scott Pete

I was having a pretty good day today, keyword having, when out of the gates of an unknown abyss, trouble began to stir at my work.  I mean really…I was almost ready to go home when not one, but two people asked me to help them.  Which may seem like nothing to a person’s untrained eye, but it’s not nothing it is totally something, let me explain…(take a deep breath)a mountain of work started piling into my work station and I began getting hot flashes as if I was going through menopause(which technically means that at some point I went through premenopause(which I did) and that I was a woman(which I’m not)hmmmm…(I think that makes sense)). You see my work has this love/hate relationship with me…they love me and I hate them, but really I only hate them when they give me fecal matter jobs, like they did today at 3 o’clock!

Scott Pete

It’s time for me to suck it up, realize I hate most people and start writing on my blog again.

So I went to this party the other night and remembered why I absolutely hate parties. It was loud and crowded and within minutes my shirt became saturated with sweat. I hadn’t even hardly shook my booty either. The music was horrible, but I was there to watch a total studhorskey become entrenched with rappers delight. When he came down to his last rap I found myself in the midst of people I hated and more importantly people I wanted to elbow(which I did while I pretended to dance). I held my hand high in the air and waived that sucker like I just didn’t care. I even got a shout out from Young Sim, the rapper, which in my book is pretty sweet! I hate rap music with most of my heart, but…I can hold back the hatred while I listen to a friend!

Scott Pete

So I really don’t have anything that I can gripe and moan about without hurting anyone’s feeling, that I know. I’m going to write a masterpiece on the Ukulele(maybe), Mandolin, Piano, Guitar and Violin. I don’t need anyone else, I’ll just do it by myself. I don’t need anyone else interfering with my thought process. If anyone says I can’t do it, well…you can go to that one place that is thought to be very dark and scary. It might take my my whole life to do, but when you hear it…it is going to blow your frippin’ mind!!!!

Scott Pete

So I was thinking about it today and realized that if I could suck at everything I would be completely content in life. I like not being able to do things and it helps me sleep at night knowing that another person thinks I suck. I honestly hope that when my life ends that no one ever trusted me or relied on me in any way! I’m being completely serious with no sarcasm in my voice. Planning for failure has become my number one priority. Hopefully if I’m lucky I can find a girl that doesn’t mind a dope to marry. I just rolled my eyes and stared at the screen for 5 minutes, I love being ambitious!

Scott Pete

I really do like the direction that I’m headed in…heck if I want to believe that I actually have a purpose and can do something good with my life, then I will. I may not become a book writer or a famous ukulele player or even become a bio-diesel salesman, but I will do something. I guess all of you will just have to be patient, I’m assuming that you actually care, to find out what I’m going to do with my life. A little dose of self-reflection today really did me some good, I think. Take that Sydney! I self-reflect, what what?!!!

I’m tempting fates as I eat this Mexican food that sat in my car overnight(that’s what you call a(it seems to me that it sounds better with an an rather than an a, but who am I to correct petty scholars who think they’re hardcore))F.Y.I., for your information or…nevermind.)

Scott Pete

So I can’t stand the fact that the company I’m working for needs to have my phone number and birthday all public and crap! They can have my name…that’s fine, but seriously i don’t want people calling me when I’m not here in this dark abyss. Why do they need my birthday? I don’t even like celebrating it so they shouldn’t either(is it either or either?)! It gives me the crabs…or for those of you who don’t find that funny to say it like that…it makes me crabby!

Scott Pete

So I went on a date last night…what can I say? It went as well as a average first date could potentially go. I mean I did get some…red robin…”lady, what the heck? Stop pressuring me to order, I don’t know what I want yet!” Geez lady! If I talk to much about the date I’ll bore myself so I’ll give you minor details. After red robin we saw a movie, it was funny! We talked by her car for a while till it became my bedtime(10:30 p.m.) Overall though it was fairly average, but I figure at least it was with a girl! Quite possibly I’d take her out again, most likely not though. I don’t want to give off the wrong impression or get into anything too serious yet. You never know though! Seriously though…that lady was getting all up in my face pressuring me to order!

Scott Pete

Oh yeah regarding that last post I forgot one…optometrist! In case anyone was wondering, I have thought or pursued each of those professions.

Okay on to the next post…

I hate practical joke more than anything in this world, even more than I hate most people, which is hard to do. I hate them, so if you’re thinking about pulling a practical joke on me, don’t! I don’t like when people text me and I don’t know who it is and they won’t tell me who they are. I hate when people leave stupid notes like “your secret admirer,” or “the warehouse monster loves you.” Stop! It makes me quite enraged.

Anyways…I’m going on a date tonight. I think I’m ready to become vigilant in the dating world. We’ll see how it goes.

Scott Pete

Unlike Lloyd Dobler I don’t a have lady friend’s family to spout off useless information regarding my future, but I do make plans for the future…however, my plans that I come up with are quite simply that I need to make different plans for the future. So hold the questions about what I am going to do with my life because I don’t know. What I do know is that I don’t want to be a massage therapist, marine biologist, basketball player, any sort of military personal , school teacher, electrician or single, but possibly if I don’t pick something soon I might end up single. So save your questions for some sort of bottomless pit, which isn’t me because I have a bottom. A nice one too for that matter!

Scott Pete

First off I’d like to say that tonight was an awful night for me. The Owlz(sniff sniff followed by a small tear) lost their game in Great Falls(one large tear streams from the left eye into my mouth). I’m not sure how to cope(the tears are now forming more dramatically). (The pain and anguish is too intense to continue writing).

Okay I’m better! Driving home after listening to the Owlz lose was hard until I saw the coolest person in the world. It was hard to make out from far away, but as I approached them in my car I could see more clearly. The moonlight hit the light blue Pulsar as if the heaven were shining a spotlight on it. Not my Pulsar, the other Pulsar on the freeway. I drove past it and my eyes widened and I gave that awesome driver a thumbs up. I let out a shout of joy(seriously I was excited) and kept on driving. It’s good to know that someone else knows how to drive in style like I do!!!!!!

Scott Pete

So the Owlz game got postponed tonight. That was really the only thing I had planned for tonight. I’ll be saying Boo Boo instead of Hoot Hoot! Maybe I should consider this my punishment for being so freaking awesome.

Woe is me! Maybe it’s a sign that I should get off my once tight buttocks(that’s a lie) and do something productive. Then again I only have 16 minutes remaining till I can watch the Springboks of South Africa play the New Zealand All Blacks. Go Springboks!!!!! Now I only have 12 minutes…I type really slow!

Scott Pete

Today as was driving home from work I shared a briefs(B.V.D.’s not Hanes) moment of sweet serenity with a driver of a Lexus.

Here’s the story!

(If you could read this story very dramatic like and if you didn’t read the story right away the earth would blow up I would gravely appreciate that!)
So there I was in my blue sports car(old Pulsar) driving under the freeway overpass. When SUDDENLY a Lexus started veering into my lane. I honked…and then…honked again! Swear words came flying out my mouth, dangerous words like dang and dumb and stupid! I let him have it, under my breath, holding no regard to the bounds of respect.
(Okay, read the story normal, unless normal is reading the story all dramatic like and reading the story right away so the earth wouldn’t blow up…ease up! Okay? It’s not exciting anymore!)
Anyways, nearly down the road he nearly stopped dead in the road and nearly gave me a heart attack when he nearly put his whole body nearly out of the window and said he was really sorry. His apology was accepted and I gave him a wave.
This awesome story was brought to you by an awesome guy(that’s me, Scott Pete…what’s up?)

Scott Pete

I’m going to start writing my book again. I come home and do nothing everyday but play flash games online. I’m going to write a couple chapters and then review it…if I fall asleep like I did last time, I’m quitting for good. I’m sick of these dead end days!!!! I’m sick of people knowing I have no direction in life. What am I going to tell my nieces or nephew when they get older and ask me what I’ve done with my life. “Well, I’m glad you asked…uh…well I…uh…yeah I…uh…well you see I never…um…well I never got married because…um…well…um…I guess I don’t know really. Yeah…um…I…well I worked in a warehouse most of my life because I was…uh…to scared to do anything.” What kind of example am I? I don’t know, I’ve just been thinking about it. I can’t just sit around and play computer while my life flashes(no pun intended) before my eyes. It’s time to shape up!!!

Scott Pete

If you have ever gone to an Owlz game with me then you probably have experienced B1 and B2. I’m using “B” so I don’t have to use explicit language and have to rate this blog “M” for mature. Anyways B1 and B2 always sit behind us and give us shi…better go with crap instead, they are always giving us crap. Of the countless annoyances that they have wrought upon us, last night was the worst. Mike and Natalie arrived at the ball game around 9:00 it was about the 7th inning or so. The seats went as follow…Roger, Sue, Scott Pete, Empty chair, B1’s purse, B2’s purse. some blankets and then Waddys. Loking at that seating arrangement you can see that there are four chairs that no human being is sitting on. Mike and Natalie were about to sit next to me…here’s comes the swear word part, but I’ll keep it in my mind…Mike asked her to move her purse and she got mad at him saying, (keep in mind while reading what she said, think of the biggest, I mean biggest “B” that you know, times that by 50 and you’ve got the exact tone of her voice and how she said it, “do you have a ticket for that seat?” What?????????????? WHAT??????????????? WHAT???????????? ARE YOU SERIOUS??????????????? You know how when you get so mad you lose all reasoning and you can’t think of what to say because you’re so mad??? That’s what happened to me last night. Of course 5 minutes later when it was way too late I thought, Uhhhhh…B1, B2…do you have a ticket for your purse you dumb dumb? I wouldn’t mind kicking her face in!!! I hate that lady!!!

Scott Pete

I don’t know why, but I got this strange satisfaction when the man who told me I had no future had to clean the bathroom after the toilet overflowed. The best part about it (I’m laughing right now thinking about it) was we didn’t have a mop so he had to clean it up with paper towels, take that Sydney! It took two rolls of industrial strength paper towels to get everything. I may be a “little,”(I put quotes around it because little may be an understatement) immature but gall dermit that’s funny stuff. That happened around 7:30 a.m. and I’m still laughing. I guess I’m the only person who has a sense of humor because no one else thought it was very funny. It was kind of like the home plate umpire who got pegged with a ball full speed in the stomach, that’s funny!!! Maybe it’s not because nobody else laughed…COME ON PEOPLE HE WAS FINE, THAT’S WHY IT’S FUNNY. If he was hurt I most likely wouldn’t have laughed, I might have deep inside me, but definitly not L.O.L. style. I’m still laughing! HOOT HOOT! Go Owlz!

Scott Pete

So recently a business by the name of Delta Shipping Supplies called me and scammed the bageebers out of me. They called asking for the shipping department, that’s me. They asked me if we were still using 2 inch clear tape I said yes. They placed an order and sent it to me. We just got the bill today, 5 HUNDRED DOLLARS!!!!!!! 96 ROLLS OF TAPE AT 4.95 EACH PLUS SHIPPING, THOSE FAGS NEVER TOLD ME THE PRICE AND I WAS DUMB ENOUGH TO GET DOUPED(like always)!!!!! To make things worse I opened the tape and have been using it. I guess this stuff happens when you are a college dropout(no offence to those who dropped out of college and don’t get douped, but certainly take offence if you are a college dropout and get the doupe knocked out of you)! Anyways, I tried to fix the problem so hopefully they will just fax the invoice over and drop the price to 1 dollar a roll like I asked. This is certainly the last time I order anything without proper consent to do so. Man…I suck!

Scott Pete

I really need to clean my room. I just can’t bring myself to doing it. I start and then I stop as if I actually had plans to do something. I have the time to do it, but I don’t. I keep the warehouse I work in clean, but my stuff is a different story. Work away from work is a tough business to keep up with. I guess I just need to do it, I probably won’t, but I should at least say I will. I find it easier to make a commitment and not follow through with them than the alternative, making a commitment and following through with them. You follow? It’s a bad habit, but someone has to show the rest of the world what not to do! That mantle just happens to fall on me, (pretend I’m whispering this)I know I shouldn’t be(okay, stop pretending), and I kind of like it. Eat a bowl of that Jack Sprat’s wife! Although..she probably wasn’t a slob, she just liked food, that’s why she should eat it and not an actual slob because if they are anything like me they’ll leave the bowl on their floor and let it sit there until their dad tells them they should bring it upstairs(no commas intended).

Scott Pete

Flowers are nice, I guess…freshly baked cookies are okay too, I suppose. I’ve thought about wearing cologne before, but I just can’t bring myself to doing it.

I’m just starting to realize that I’m subconsciously not wearing deodorant so I can smell my reesty armpits. I used to never forget, the first thing I did was put my deodorant on…now it’s more like once I can see people fainting as I pass by, that’s when I’ll put it on. I think they smell good! I cup my hand in my armpit and put my nose in my cupped hand to smell that stinky reester I call my armpit. It’s so bad that it actually smells good. I used to be fortunate enough to have a stink behind my ears, it seems that smell has vanished so most of my sniffings are my armpits and my…well…let’s just say it’s another place. I think most people do it…correct me if I’m wrong, but I think most people do it in private…most of the time. I try to smell them as much as possible

Scott Pete

Getting new strings for an instrument shouldn’t be as exciting as it was yesterday. I was so excited that I left work to go restring my ukuleles. If you don’t think that’s loserific then listen to this. This past week I’ve been coming in early to work so I can get some overtime hours. Actually what I mean when I say “to get overtime hours” really means I have no life and I’m a loser and I can work however much I want because I have no social life outside of the few flies and ants that I’ve made friends with(I probably should have put a comma there somewhere, but I’d rather you not take a breath while reading that). It’s all good though because I get plenty of sleep during the night…I go to bed at 10 is what that means! Whatever though, new strings are cool! I keep telling myself that to avoid the possible, “I’m going to lay in bed all day because I have nothing else to do,” day. Come to think of it…I did that last Saturday and planning for another go at it this Saturday too. New strings are cool! New strings are cool! New strings are cool!

Scott Pete

Yesterday marked 300 months of living. Normally people wait every year so they can get presents, it’s their day and hopefully nobody else that they know has the same birthday. As I sit here in my chair, sitting in a warehouse, staring at this computer monitor, knowing my break will soon end I suddenly realize that I actually look forward to my birthday. Most likely not for the same reasons as most people. A couple of years ago I started listening to The Vandals. They have a birthday song and I feel like I can only listen to it on my birthday…kind of like Friday I’m in Love by the Cure, you can’t listen to that unless it’s Friday! As the days get closer to the anniversary of my birth, I get excited to listen to the song. Yesterday as I got in the car I put the c.d. in and listen to it, and how joyous it was…oh wait…that’s right I forgot and I forgot last year too. This is really the only thing I anticipate every year. It’s a good song and now I have to wait another long boring year for satisfaction. Completely unrelated to the highly overrated band The Rolling Stones…I can’t get no satisfaction! It really is Bull-Crap!!!

Scott Pete

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCOTT PETE!!! I’m terribly sorry that my early today was still your yesterday and so I planned to wish you the happiest wishes for your birthday on my tomorrow which would be your today and then when I talked to you late today which was also your early today I forgot that you had already reached your early today (because I was expecting to wait until my tomorrow became your today to wish you happy birthday) and so then as a horrible sister who hates time zones, I didn’t wish you a happy birthday because I thought my today was still your yesterday.

Anyway …

I love you. Have a happy day. 🙂

I’m only writing this because Arden doesn’t do what I’m about to tell you about. Yesterday I went to church…I went to a particular church where all the singles meet. Needless to say, but I will anyways…it was stupid!! All the gay-boppers all had their “cool” IPhones out for everybody to see. The guys in front of me both had IPhones and were texting each other…THEY WERE SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER! They were only doing it only to show off how cool they were. Don’t get me wrong IPhones are the bomb, but you don’t have to show it off in church. It’s one thing to use your IPhone at church and another thing to try and flaunt it at church. Maybe I’m just a little jealous of them, but I really think I saw one of those guys text that he sent and I think it said, “meet me in the broom closet” or something like that.

Scott Pete

Don’t be alarmed…luckily I had two on at the time when the top g-string broke. I think…don’t quote me on this, or do!…generally speaking most people think it’s annoying to put them on. I like it though…just thinking of the way a brand new g-string looks when you first put it on gives me the shivs! They’re so tight and snug. Actually I think the reason why I like buying and putting new ones on is because I get to throw the old ones away. You see after being used for along time they eventually get dirty and smell bad so you’ve got to throw them out. Just knowing that soon I’ll have to buy new ones because I’ve worn the “new” ones out gives me a sense of accomplishment.

Oh my poor little g-string! It broke when I was cutting off the unneeded part on the top. I accidentally cut the whole g-string, instead of annoying access which is left after you put it on. I wish!!!!! at this point that you thought I was talking about the g-sting underwear, but I know you’re probably not. I tried really hard to fool you!!! Long story made short after I already made it long…I was restringing my mandolin and I accidentally cut one of the g note strings. It sucks because now I have to restring it again. So there!!

Scott Pete

It’s true…I may be gay! I recently bought…I don’t know if I really want to fess up to this…okay, here it goes…I bought the the greatest hits c.d. for destiny’s child! I won’t say who, but I was at someone’s house and they had a destiny’s child d.v.d. “Live in Atlanta.” After forcing me to watch it and me pretending not to enjoy it…I went out and bought the c.d. To those that are reading this let’s try to keep that on the down low. I don’t want a lot of people knowing.

I guess since I’m on the subject and keep in mind that we can’t tell my parents about this, even though they’re reading this, that I bought a few other c.d. along with the destiny’s child c.d. Like maybe 25 or so, give or take 5. Anyways, I bought a spice girl’s greatest hits too. Let’s not speak of that c.d. again!!!

The main reason for blogging on cds today is because in that brief moment of mania I bought a blink 182 c.d. Now I used to have this c.d., but I threw it away long ago because of the whole “sell out” thing. Now I don’t care about those sorts of thing so I bought it. IT WAS EDITED AND ALL THE WONDERFUL SWEAR WORDS ARE BLEEPED OUT!!!!!! SO GAY!!!!!! Lesson learned…always pay attention to what cds your,<—shezz is dumb, you’re buying or you might be getting fooled by the people who unswearify the cds.

Scott Pete

I didn’t mention it last week – but I have a ticking time bomb in one of my classes. I got the brunt of her aggression last Friday when I suggested that Americans and Iraqis have a history of cultural misunderstandings and conflicts which is best analyzed by looking at the last few decades – not just the last year.

Omgosh. Whoa. I am WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There were NEVER issues between America and Iraq – ever. EVER!!!! ARE YOU HEARING ME? EVER!!!! THERE HAVE NEVER BEEN ISSUES BEFORE!!! IT’S ALL IN MY HEAD!!!

AND AMERICANS ARE EVIL!!!!
I pride myself in standing up for what I believe but I have a very strict policy of not acknowledging irrational tempers. Call me crazy but it’s a good rule. So … I did not respond to her tirade. Nor did I respond to her request that the teacher enforce a “Daisy is not allowed to speak” policy. Yes you read that right – she asked for me to be silenced. Sweet huh? And no – there isn’t more to the story. I didn’t say anything extra that was inflammatory. And you’ll see that in a second…

This is not about her victims. It’s about her – Crazy Crazed Crazy. It wouldn’t have mattered if I HAD said something inflammatory – I would have received the same reaction. She is just DYING to explode on people.

This week Crazy Crazed Crazy yelled at a poor Australian. He used the word “Kurdistan” – and based on her reaction, I’m pretty sure “Kurdistan” was the code word for the ticking time bomb up her arse to go off. The class spent the next 30 minutes (this is not what I signed up to pay for!!!) to qualm her dysfunctional anger.

When class was ready to resume the teacher asked what we had learned from this experience. One girl in class said “We learned we should NEVER use the word Kurdistan again in this class.” lol – I had to choke down the laughter – that’s SO funny!!! But so wrong.

And that’s when I decided to make my own suggestion. Watch out though!!! The Evil American is about to speak!!! I threw out the idea that maybe because we’re in an academic arena that we shouldn’t have to feel bullied into keeping quiet about different topics.

Ooohhhhh. It’s official! I’m REALLY evil.

The class took a quick break after that and Crazy Crazed Crazy and the “I hate America because I desperately want to be trendy but can’t seem to master fashion trends” girl labeled me very loudly as passive aggressive.

No need to waste time explaining how my actions were in no way passive aggressive. I’m here in Australia to collect labels. And I’m here to go to a school where Crazy Crazed Crazy is allowed to bully others in class. And I’m here for the teachers – because as was apparent from my previous post – they need ME to resolve the conflict that Crazy Crazed Crazy presents in class. And yes – that is who my teacher asked me to chastise. Which I refused to do.

Anyway. 🙂 Here are the list of labels I’ve collected so far:

Evil American, Superficial, Shallow, Ignorant, Intolerant, Arrogant, and now… Passive Aggressive. YAY!!!

I have a few nice labels too – but if I told you those it would completely discredit all of the labels from Crazy Crazed Crazy. And I wouldn’t want to do that.

My boss sent me on an errand to drop off a box and also to pick something up. As I arrived at the place, something seemed a little off. I walked into the store and sure enough I was right, I saw something terribly wrong. I approached the counter with caution. Nobody was available to help me so I took a few steps backwards. Soon the man at the counter asked if I needed help, but I almost didn’t want to get any closer to the counter or say anything. “Excuse me sir, can I help you,” the man said impatiently. I sucked up my fear and I accomplished everything I needed to do and got the H out of there! So why the fear? Well…another customer at the counter right next to where I was being helped was pounding a huge plate of nachos. Yuck! Come on dude can you not wait until you’re done to scarf down those nachos? Nobody wants to hear you crunch your chips and see you stuff your face. I wish they would have told him he needed to leave and finish up before they helped him. Just picturing the nachos on the counter top drenched in cheese makes me sick. Strangely hungry too; but not for nachos!!!!!!

Scott Pete

As my tears fall softly onto my laptop I take a glimpse at what once was. My soul now feels lost in the depths unknown and my mind cradles onto the memories which have expired. I did something today that will completely change my life forever, I broke up with the girl to whom I once loved. I never wanted it to end, but our minds were drifting on two different rivers that flowed in two very different paths. I am now drunk with loneliness and deprived from happiness. This harsh reality came upon me much too quickly and has left me in the gutter. The hands of time will be my only friend as the days become night and the new days bring upon new life. I will be fine, I just don’t know when yet.

Scott Pete

I can’t change who I am, but I can improve upon the elements which I have accustomed to myself. I like to joke around and possibly say crude things…up until awhile ago I never said anything like that around the girl I’m dating. When I finally realized that I was changing myself for her and not for myself I took a step back and realized that I should be able to say what I want and if she didn’t like it then she could back away from me. She told me prior to my realization that she shouldn’t have to change ever, so why should I change ever. She gets mad at me when I talk about things that bother me and tells me that I make it up in my head and it becomes an argument…I don’t know why though. I hate fighting with her!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m always in the wrong it seems, and I don’t know how to deal with it. I wish that people would realize that maybe they have a little fault in an argument. It really makes me mad! I’m man enough to say when I’m wrong why can’t everyone else. I want to hangout the whole night without a fight…when it seems like it’s going to be a wonderful night, somehow it turns into a fight. It’s a great way to live!

Scott Pete

Judging by the way that the guy at the ice cream place treated the lady with lactose intolerance…I should get a handicapped sticker for my car. I’ve never seen such stupidity/ignorance in all of my fellow earthlings before.
“So no offense, but how much ice cream can someone with lactose intolerance have?” the young dummy asks.

“None!” the “handicapped” women replies.

“So this is the first ice cream you’ve ever had?” the stinky dinky asks the “special” woman

“No, I’ve eaten ice cream before.” the “diseased” woman comments back with a hint of disgust in her voice.

“Ohhhhhh…it must be really hard!” the stupid fellow says back to the woman, not knowing how dumb he actually sounds at this point.

Come on dude…go to health class. I know your parents don’t let you because it’s all about sex. This just in, they do teach other things too, you know? I think part of the problem is because he was so “hyper!” Dude…you’re giving us a blank stare and telling us you’re hyper because you drank 3 red bulls? I could have told him that I was L.I. but I didn’t want him to start taking pity on the two of us and giving us social security checks right from his own pocketbook. What a dumb rod!!!!!

Scott Pete

As I looked at the water in the Fred Meyers in Oregon I wondered which size bottle I should get. I could get the 20 oz for 1.59 or I could get the litter bottle for 1.49. I just couldn’t decide…do I want less for more or do I want more for less. Hmmmm…it’s a toughy! I chose the litter bottle…I still don’t know why. It sounds lame but I actually enjoy getting ripped off sometimes, it makes me feel special! Of all the people in the world I was the one who fell for it; I just get the warm fuzzy feeling inside knowing that I got totally duped! I try to…for the most part I stay away from scams, but they just seem so awesome and I want to take a nice hearty bite out of it. I guess it’s late…so there.

Scott Pete

This is a duplicate post from Australian Daisy – however – it bugs me SO much I’ve decided to put it up here too. If you read the other one – don’t bother reading this – it’s not much different. 🙂

Today I went to the first lecture in my class “Religion, War, and Peace.”

The teacher asked us each to share our religious background. I went ahead and confessed to being Mormon. And yes – I’m probably more “Mormon Light” than full Mormon – but for logistical purposes I decided to just say plain old LDS/Mormon.

I was the last one to speak – and gotta say – I ended it with a bang. lol. Not only was I the only member of the LDS church (no surprises there) but I was the only one who did NOT say Agnostic or Atheist!!

Holy flippin h.e.double.toothpicks. A classroom of 30+ people who don’t believe in God or a Higher Power. And this is officially where my “Mormon Light” come in …

WTF? Seriously – wtf?

Ok – I totally get being anti-religion – I’m not a fan of it myself. And I understand not believing in a Higher Power – that’s not a stretch for me. But here is where I had problems. Not only did every single person say they were anti-religion AND Atheist or Agnostic (which is totally fine) – but each one give a little “intellectual” reason why they are so cool to be AorA. Ok people – who are you trying to convince? Because no one asked you to say WHY you believe what you do.

So for the record – let me just get one thing VERY CLEAR. I am most certainly NOT less intelligent than you just because I toy with the idea of a Higher Power – and you have most certainly proved you are absolutely NOT more intelligent by showcasing your intolerance!!! I would NEVER put you down for not believing in God. That’s your choice – but what I WILL put you down for is the fact that you insult an entire world of people with your narrow views. That’s right YOUR narrow views. My religion teaches me to accept everyone – no matter the religion or lack thereof. I’d be happy to teach you lessons on not being a dumb-ass if you’d like.

I just don’t think it’s cool to be like, “I feel sad for everyone who is a Christian.” ???

Someone actually said that.

Oh boy … we’ve got some serious problems if it’s ME who is the most religious one in the group. I’m not even very religious!!! Has the entire world of academia gone sour? Or in their quest for intellectual superiority did they close off a whole world of possibilities? Like maybe religion is a good psychological concept – huh – that’s funny – I wonder if any of my fellow classmates have ever thought of that? It gives hope and brings peace. It provides morals and values. Maybe even if there is no God – religion (like sports teams or something) can offer the world a positive outlet. And YES I know religion also has done a whole lot of damage – but we’re focusing on the positive right now. 🙂

To be fair – our professors are excluded from this rant. The one said that she’s Protestant and the other said she doesn’t believe in Religion however she does believe in God. So there you have it – me and the professors – love it.

Oh and a P.s. … I apparently shook up the class even though all I said was “I’m Mormon” because on our break a bunch of people were talking about how illogical and ridiculous it is to believe in God or a religion and then they started whispering about “LDS.” No lie – I swear it’s true. So I walked over to them and said, “If you have any questions about the LDS church I’d be happy to answer them,” and they got this guilty look on their faces and huddled even closer to whisper more softly. Oh lol – what have I gotten myself into this time?

I probably need more friend so I have more things that tick me off. I’d say life right now is good! I think maybe I like it because I’ve become kind of a simple person. I write simple blogs, I have a very simple job, I have a very simple room that I live in, a simple car, a simple mind, a simple attention span, simple problems that all boil down to me just having a simple little simple life. I don’t know if anyone besides my family reads this, but I like talking…even if it’s to no one. My whole work day I don’t talk to anyone but myself. I talk about what things tick me off and what things are troubling my simple mind. It’s really quite interesting listening to both sides of my own simple problems. I guess I probably prefer this simple lifestyle…drama free and loving every minute. Well that’s all the simple I’m going to say before I head off to eat my simple lunch!

Scott Pete

I like doing nothing, but for some odd reason I have to do something. I mean, if I did nothing all the time then nothing would get done. However, if I did something all day then I’d be left without time to do nothing…and that’s what I like to do, so it wouldn’t be good to do something all day. If not doing anything was half as good as doing nothing then I would rather do something rather than do nothing. Doing nothing is not really all that fun, but it’s better to do nothing and be safe than do something and fail. On the other hand if in chance you are doing nothing…well you’re still doing, but you’re doing nothing and that’s sweet. I’m doing something right now, I’m actually proving my point! If I had done nothing for my break then I wouldn’t have written this idiotic blog! Thank you and have a great day of doing nothing!

Scott Pete

I don’t know what it is about this warehouse, but I am sweating from places that I didn’t think I could even sweat from. Is it just me or are other people learning life lessons from sitcoms? I found that over the past month or so I’ve been paying very close attention to the little lessons that they try to throw in…for example…last night a guy and a girl had been dating for a year and then broke up. Why? Well because he saw himself with a family in 5 years and she didn’t share that same vision. They broke up after a year of history together, they were compatible in every way except for the fact that they had different life goals. It sucks because I see that as my relationship having an expiration date because we don’t exactly have the same 5 year plan. It kind of makes me sad! It sucks that there is not a book to tell you who to date and what to do with your life…it would save me some hassle time, not to be confused with hammer time of course! I just want a small cheat sheet, that’s all!

Scott Pete

Not too long ago I took off the feature to request me as a friend on my Facebook account. Sounds a little anti-social right? It wasn’t that exactly – it was more like I was sick of friend requests from people I don’t know.

About a week or two ago I put the feature back on because I figured it was time.

And TODAY I’m debating about removing the feature again. Not because random people are asking to be my friend again – but because apparently the new thing is to collect everyone from high school as your friend. Ok look – just because we went to high school together – doesn’t mean we’re friends.

In fact – there weren’t very many people who were nice to me in high school 🙂 why? probably because I was super stuck-up, had skipped a grade, and was STILL one of the smartest kids in our school of over 3,000 students. I’m not proud of the fact that I was a little full of myself – but I didn’t start that way. That came after a few years of everyone picking on me for being the youngest in our class and still the smartest. So …

Why are you asking to be my friend when you didn’t even like me in high school? And not only did you not like me – you weren’t nice to me.

LAME!!!

Sometimes I hate people even more than I did the day before …

How many people do you know? I mean really ask yourself how many people you actually talk to on a regular basis. I know quite a few people like 20 at least! I know…pretty popular huh? Do you just talk to these people or do you actually know them? Do you know what they would do in any given situation? I would like to think that I do, but you never know. As time progresses in my life I find that I actually don’t know as much as I originally claimed to, when I talked to my high school counselor. I actually find myself going further and further from my actual theory on life. Which was trusting everyone, but trusting people is like wiping your butt when you haven’t even used the bathroom…you just chafe and bleed!! It’s pretty much a vicious cycle of letting someone into your life and trusting them only to get stepped on. Which in turn makes it so you don’t trust anyone, but then someone else comes into your life and you get stepped on. Don’t get me wrong I trust people, just not a lot of people.

Scott Pete

Why are people nice? Then again why are people mean? I think if I had an option to be nice or mean I would probably choose to be mean. There must be jobs where you can be mean all day. Some people say being married is like a job…maybe I should get married so I can be mean. Then again maybe I should get married just so I can be nice when I’m not at my all day being mean job. I’ve got options…

Scott Pete

I really did want to write a book one day. I festered some ideas together and had a great story. I started it about 3 years ago…and…stopped 2 weeks later. That’s not the point though, that’s a whole new issue in itself…me starting and stopping things, that is. I started reading the story after all this time and started to make revisions on it. I soon began to have heavy eyes, and wondered off into snoresville. I FELL ASLEEP WHILE READING MY OWN BOOK(well all seven pages of it, single spaced). So now I’m not so sure I want to write a book anymore. How am I supposed to expect people to not fall asleep while reading my book and enjoy the book when the author falls asleep because it’s so unenjoyable.

I need a haircut very badly!

Scott Pete

I think the band Lagwagon said it the best in their song Smile…

“I hate my friends, I hate my friends…
I hate my friends, cause they make me think about the smile that I’m faking.”

I feel like I can talk about this because if you are my friend you’ll most likely be reading this. I once knew this girl, not Lauren, who couldn’t understand my phases in life. I went to high school and then I was done…”friends” from high school moved on and do did I…I don’t want to see them anymore…that was a phase I am now done with. If I do see them I hide or pretend I’m on the phone. Another example…I went to Hawai’i…that stage is over with and I don’t need to talk to any “friends” from there anymore, except Nord or course. I’m now in a stage where friends matter to me and I might want to stay in contact with them. The most current stage that I am finished with is the Old Mill phase…if you’re living in Old Mill right now and are reading this then you’re most likely my friend, if not those “so called friends” can eat one! I care about my family and care about my real friends, but if you are a two timing back stabber go into a corner and slit your own throat…OR…just don’t talk to me. If I only had idiot friend repellent I’d be set in life.

Scott Pete

Last night at about 10 o’clock I waged a war between two pretty dumb things. I thought to myself…”I could take a sleeping pill and get a good nights sleep, OR I could stay up playing with magnetix so I can text message Lauren.” I ultimately decided that I’d rather stay up and text message Lauren and play with magnetix. I mean come on…sleep is for dreamers! As I finished up my magnetix pyramid I again debated to start over my pyramid OR get into bed and continue to text message Lauren. I decided that prolonging sleep and being comfy was the better choice. I soon fell asleep at about 1:30 o’clock. That might seem to some as a reasonable hour to go to bed , but it’s not…living your life running on empty suck rocks. Trying to wake up at 6 sucks rocks too. Now I’m butt ace tired…sadly I think it was worth it. So winner by knockout…Magnetix!!!! Maybe…just maybe…I’ll choose sleep next time! It’s unlikely because I’m a sucker for stupidity!

Scott Pete

Okay…I’m finally pissed off again. Last night I’m walking in Provo when I see a young couple walking their dog on a leash. You may be thinking, why would that piss you off? Here’s why…at first site it was a weird ugly dog, but then I see that it is walking on two feet. I thought it bizarre when the sicky dog sustained it’s two legged venture the whole time I watched. The closer I got to the family, the less it looked like a dog, it was a kid!…a really ugly kid!…on a leach! Come on people, do you really have to degrade and treat your kids like a dog…Do you think before they left the house mommy asked her son, in the high pitched voice that you make to dog, if he wanted to go for a walk? Then when he said yes, do you think she said that he was such a good boy and rubbed his belly? She must have then leashed him and took him for a stroll with daddy, patting him on the head out the door. Now I understand treating dogs like they are your kids, but treating your kids like dogs, that is a BIG SUCKS! Lady next time, instead of using the harness, give your kid one of those choke chains and pull tight on it when he tries to escape!!!

Scott Pete

Scott Pete may be super-happy-yay-yay-everything-is-so-awesome, but as you know the tables have turned a bit for me. So have no fear – the world will not fall from the sky. I am more than happy to take up where he left off and keep the world balanced from being too happy.

And as far as having someone in your life that makes everything so super-happy-yay-yay-everything-is-so-awesome – whatever. Totally overrated.

Bitter is Better. The greener grass if for stomping on 😉 and boys suck BIG TIME!!!

Unless you are my friend – then you don’t suck.

As of lately I’ve been really happy! I haven’t been depressed or angry…frustrated yes, but angry, no. I guess I only have one explanation for it, but I don’t want to embarrass her. It is unlikely that she’ll even read this blog, but I just need to let it out. I know this is an abnormal blog for me because it’s not sarcastic and rude, but it feels good to write. I guess the “Life Sucks” part of this blog is that soon my extreme happiness will fade as the days pass by me. I don’t even care though, I’d rather be with her now and enjoy her company than be miserable without her. I understand that she will soon leave and I’ll be lonely again, but at least I have her now. I’m going to keep dating her, despite what the critics think…and when she leaves I’ll deal with it then. Heroin Bob once said, “If she told me to cut off my right arm, I’d probably do it,” “If she told me to lick a cops butt, I’d probably do it.” I often feel that way about her and it might never change, and that’s the bottom line because I said so…so there!

Scott Pete

Ok so this post isn’t happy rainbows, sunshine, or butterflies (butterflies who DON’T touch you of course because they become scary the second they try to touch you.)

Instead this one is smog, moths, worms, and butterflies who TRY to touch you.

I know I shouldn’t let things get to me but my Everything-is-Happy armour needs a rest and so I’m dishing it out.

Look. I know I’ve said it before but apparently I need to say it again.

NO I’M NOT EXCITED.

Would you please stop asking me?

I have not changed my mind between yesterday and today. And I’m not going to all of the sudden change my mind between today and the day I leave.

And because I’m such a kind-hearted person – let me give a little warning … if I hear one more thing about how I SHOULD be excited, or how there is something wrong with me because I’m not excited, or if one more person calls my sanity into question because I’m not excited – I’ll probably go mad – as in insane.

And ladies and gentleman let me tell you – THAT would be exciting.

And for those of you who are not able to comprehend why I’m not just SUPER DUPER excited to leave every single person in the world that I love behind … well … shove off. I don’t need you to understand.

I’m through listening to you insinuate that there is something wrong with me because I have a heart, I have feelings, and I have a family that I adore. (btw my family includes my dogs, Matty Matt and Crysta)

It’s not that I have a bad attitude – I know it will be fun – and what’s more? I know it will be a great experience.

But from now on – if you bug me because you are an insensitive, cold hearted idiot, I’ll just say “Oh yeah – my bad. Did I say I wasn’t excited? What I MEANT to say is I’m super excited that I can now call you a stupid douchebag.”

SUPER excited.

If you have ever wondered if you can fart through your weiner, then listen up…you can! You have to have TOXIC MEGA COLON though. My doctor told me that yesterday…it was gross and now I’m done talking about that.

I knew my day was going to be super when I came into work today and saw that only 1 light worked in the whole warehouse…It’s pretty dark in here and I would open the bay door for some light, but it’s overcast today, so no sunlight for me.
These are the depressing lights that aren’t working! You can see the one light shining off to the right. It wouldn’t be so bad if at least one of those four light worked. The door is open so it’s barely workable in here. After the realization of the no working lights I found myself on a hunt for products in the dark…at that time I couldn’t open the door because it was raining! This blog is a gay one, so skip over it if you’d like! I should put this at the top, but I want everyone to realize that they just read a stupid blog. My day should go better in the afternoon, it’s not supposed to be overcast then.

Scott Pete

Ever since I started my new job I have often pondered on this quart of ClearGlide lube that they had set in the warehouse. My first thought was, “why in the girf would they have a tube of lube.” To further investigate I put some on my finger and smelled it. It smelled yucky, but oddly enough I smelled it again! Come to find out it’s wire lube…yeah right! On the bottle it uses phrases like Easy Clean Up, Super Fast Pulls and Safe with all cable jackets, not to be dirty but cable jackets could mean a variety of things. “Something is fishy around here,” I thought as I took another long sniff of the lube. I think I’ll stop thinking about it, bad things could happen with a quart of lube!!!!

Scott Pete

Yesterday my brother asked me to bring his Ukulele to the Owlz game so I complied. I was a little wary about doing so because the case looks a bit suspicious but whatever – he asked – I delivered.

As I’m walking into the Stadium some bogan woman nervously says to her husband and her son, “She’s got a machine gun.”

[deep breath – count to ten so I don’t scream in absolute rage.]

What in the world was this idiot thinking?

1. If I DID have a machine gun I probably would have shot her right then for saying that – and to be honest I had to bite my tongue so I didn’t give her a little verbal assault. Good job lady. You know how to keep your family safe.
2. A machine gun wouldn’t fit in a Ukulele case. If anything it would have probably been a semi-automatic other dangerous gun.
3. What better way to start mass hysteria than to say LOUDLY “She’s got a machine gun.” IDIOT!!!!

EEEWWWWW!!! Dumb people make me so mad!!!

Have you ever tried to make sense of life? I one time tried and I got really frustrated so I decided to stop. Life is so full of delightful(sarcasm intended) surprises and with each and every wonderful (sarcasm intended) joyful(sarcasm intended) maybe even beautiful(sarcasm intended) surprise it sends a degree of frustration and anger into my soul. I like holding grudges because it’s something I can feed and take care of, much like a dog or even a kid. I’m in a weird place in my life because I don’t have a grudge against anyone. It’s really weird, which must sound very odd, but it’s true! Grudges are cool, they really do bring balance!

Scott Pete

The only thing we have in common besides the blue eyes
and life experience, is our general distaste for everyone else.
haha!

What type of question is does Scott like you as much? Or how about the others I heard? “Are you and Scott friends?” “Do you guys actually like each other?” or “Is Scott going to be mad that you came to an Owlz game without telling him?”

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! He’s my BROTHER!!! He has no choice! 😉

Those questions make me laugh.

Scott will always be my brother. There’s nothing he or I can do about it unless he tries to legally disown me but then even still – he’s my brother.

And since he’s stuck with me as a sister he’s learned to make the best of it and we’re … are you ready?

Dun… Dun… dun…

Just keep an open mind while reading this because it sounds GAY!

I don’t just love it, I’m IN love with it. I’m in love with a whole organization of dudes. There I said it! My heart can finally rest easy now that my secret is out. I’m IN love with the baseball team The Owlz! At 19 wins and 7 losses why wouldn’t I be IN love with these fetchers. Okay, maybe I’m not IN love with them, but as of late they’re the only consistent thing in my life. People may come and go in my life but the Owlz are always going to to be there. People might not let me into their hearts, but the Owlz will alway let me into their seats. Granted I have to pay for it, but at least I know I can put my heart into it. Life is normal at the game, all the fudged upped bull’s poo subsides and life for 3 hours is good. HOOT HOOT!

Scott Pete

How many times have I said “never” only to have it bite me right in the backside? Too many times. I realize not only am I a total sell-out but I also have done everything I said I never would!!!

How about the pointy toed shoes? The leg warmers? The skinny jeans? The super spendy jeans? The Abercrombie hoodie? Or kissing in a club?

Yesterday I threw out a few new “Nevers” and then Crysta reminded me I better be careful. Oh dear any and all heavenly powers – please let it not be too late to take it all back!!! I do not want to be jinxed into everything I said yesterday.

I will NEVER say”never” again. Never. Seriously. I NEVER will say NEVER again because I will NEVER be jinxed into the Never Jinx again. And the stuff yesterday about Australia? I will NEVER let that stuff happen. So ya know … no more nevers.

hahahaha! 😉

Ran across this blog (haha!) ok-ok – I didn’t EXACTLY run across it. But it’s funny so I’m doing a shout-out to blogger 40-16.

Check it out here. He’s pretty funny!

Even if there IS a chance he’s making fun of ME ….

Today I read someone’s favorite quote on facebook. The quote was this (I copied and pasted.)

“To thine own self be true, unless of course your an idiot.”

Please, please, please, please tell me you see what I see. “Your” ??

it’s YOU’RE

Maybe you should take your own advice and not be true to yourself. And ok, ok – I admit. I’m A GRAMMAR SNOB!!! And sometimes I make grammar typos and spelling types (haha!) … but come on – we both know this wasn’t a typo. Hey look, if you’re going to make fun of idiots could you at least spell your oh-so-funny jokes correctly?

For some reason I don’t like True Religions. Seriously they just kind of bug me. They’re not hot. I’m not the only one who feels this way either. Andy thinks they’re trash. And even the saleschic at Nordstrom’s who sells them was like “They’re generic. ” It’s like Tommy Hilfiger. He’s got to go too. I feel almost awful saying that …

Anyway – NO MORE TRUE RELIGIONS!!!

7s, AGs, and RnRs are the way to go. And then of course my super faves right now are William Rasts. JT is hot and so are his jeans. MMMMM

When I was younger farting was funny…now it’s not funny, it just sucks. If I had this gift when I was a teenager, I would have been the funniest mother fetcher around. Robby and I would of laughed our heads off for hours upon hours. I’m not going tolie, it really makes me mad when people can’t deal with a toot! It’s a fart, get over it! So what if it smells, pull your dang shirt over your nose. I was literally in immense pain last night because a couple of girls made such a stink(pun intended) about how gross farts were. I don’t think that they get how bad it hurt me to hold ’em in. I’m sorry okay, I’ve got gas, what in the mother stinking helena am I supposed to do about it. We are all grown ups now, just deal with it! I’m not doing it to be funny, I’m doing it because no matter what I eat, I’m going to get gas and it hurts to hold it in. Are you seriously telling me that you would rather see me taking a knee because my stomach hurts so badly from holding it in, than hearing and smelling a g.d. fart? If you are, that’s bull’s bum!

Scott Pete

A lot of things piss me off, but there are only a few things that piss me off and make me sad at the same time. I didn’t except to be praised all night, but I did expect to be treated how I had treated them. There are some things that you want to keep anonymous like giving presents to the poor or putting in someones flower bed because they are too old to do it themselves. There are just certain things that you just want to be recognized for such as: a valentines day present or a birthday present or just a simple gesture of kindness to a friend. I don’t want to sound shell fish, but I just want to be thanked every now and again. I want to know that that person knows how much I care about them, and I only can tell that when they give a sincere thank you. Being treated like s.h. in some areas and great in other areas still sucks hard. I will think twice before I give a gift to those who might not care!

Scott Pete

The rules are simple. In the United States, the far left lane on a highway is called the “Passing Lane” or the “Fast Lane.” The lane is intended for cars and drivers who wish to drive faster than cars in the other lanes. Once the car has succeeded in its goal of driving faster or passing the other car, this fast car should get back into the other lane to allow for anyone else to pass him/her.

So if you can’t abide by these rules – Don’t drive!!!

AGH!!! I seriously can’t stand the ONE car in the fast lane who is DETERMINED to go 5 UNDER the speed limit. What are you doing? Do you really think that you are “policing” the freeway? Do you really think I’m going to sit idly by in the passing lane while you start a major traffic jam?

I’m going to get in the slow lane and pass you anyway.

You’re a dumb-dumb.

Ordinarily I would never comment or post about anything crass, gross, etc. But I think I need to make an exception.

Why are public bathrooms always so disgusting?

Come on people – is it that hard to clean up after yourself?

DON’T THROW TOILET PAPER ON THE FLOOR!!

And seriously – if you had a toilet with poor water-flow and it didn’t flush the toilet seat protector cover on the first try – DOUBLE FLUSH!!! No one cares if they hear you double flush. It’s not like the person in the next stall is going to rush out their cellphone and text everyone “Omgosh you’ll never believe it! So-and-So did a double flush next door!” In fact, we’re actually GRATEFUL you bothered to make sure you left a clean area for the next occupant.

Why does it seem I’m the only one who knows Public Bathroom Etiquette?

So I work with this big ‘ole fatty. Does he intentionally try to piss me off? He always asks me questions not only condescendingly, but he knows that I don’t know the answer. Now keep in mind this is not the same guy as yesterday, however that guy still pisses me off too.
A. How did this butt face get married?
2. How did his wife agree to bow chicka bow wow with him and make a baby? (the kid will probably be abused somehow, that I’m pretty sure of. This guy is a real piece of work)
C. Who the frompy does this guy think he is?

Dude your fat and ugly, stop being a fetching’ facehole by being all mean and condescending. What’s worse is that he probably gets paid way more than I do…and I do more work than he does. I mean come on…not everybody knows how to clean a 30 year old dust infested fridge…or find useless items a home like I can! This guy need a swift kick in his fat old buttocks.

There’s nothing wrong with being overweight, but this guy is a meany pants because his lack of self confidence. Dude you’re fat get over it and stop being such a motard.

Scott Pete

Want to know what bugs me?

Unsubstantiated opinions and people who think that there is one life path that will work for everyone. Remember Chatty Chatty McChatterbox? She had more opinions than India has citizens – and she’s only 23!!! Most of them were not only completely illogical but had no backing in common sense and were ridiculously close-minded.

Like “If you get divorced it just means you’re not trying hard enough.”
Or “If you’re not married it means you are too picky.”
And one of my personal favorites, “A guy thinks that if a girl really flirts with him he gets an easy make-out.”

wtf?

Is there ONE answer or solution or path that can work for everyone? H. E. L. L. No. Unless you’re an idiot and then there is one life path that will work for you and all of your idiot friends. And to spare you the $15 it would take to buy the book “The Idiot’s Life Path for Dummies” I’ll summarize it for you. It’s very simple: Go jump off a bridge (a bridge that is at least 50 feet above concrete or some other non-water material.) I think it will solve all of your and my problems.

But if you’re not an idiot then you realize that you shouldn’t have opinions about things you know nothing about.

Listen buddy, I get it! You think I’m a huge loser because I’m 25 and I’m not married. Are you seriously telling me this? Wait now you’re telling me that no girl is going to like me because I work in a warehouse? Let me tell you this…I don’t give a flying hind quarter that your daughter is 19 and a junior in college. So what, I a 25 year old freshman, who cares? I know I’m a loser, I’m pretty sure I figured that out when I flunked out of college…thanks for telling me again. So apparently I’m going to amount to jack squat in life. In some way I already knew that, but don’t tell me!!!! I’m so pissed right now!

Scott Pete

Have you ever been told to do something? Have you ever looked at that something and taken a long time to figure out what in the banzai burger you’re going to do to solve it? Have you ever used your idea to solve this something and found out later that there was a faster and easier way of doing that something? These questions, everyday, have an outstanding yes pasted to them. Today I moved all of this scaffolding on top of this huge rack only to find out that a long time ago they had made a special place for them. As the sweat poured from off the top of my brow, I wondered why in the sam mother fetcher I had wasted all of my time doing it the hard way. Such is my life though, I always move things so I can move things again to move things again to probably move those same things again.

I’ll tell you what though, I would rather do it the hard way than keep asking questions to people that will end up getting annoyed. My back hurts and I’m a little crabby because this girl that I shouldn’t dream about, probably will never feel the same about me as I do about her.

Scott Pete

Ok look – I’m going to be blunt. I think drugs are for losers. I don’t do drugs. And yes – I DO consider Pot a drug. So NO I don’t do that either.

Why? Because I’m SMART!!! Drugs are for dummies.

No amount of trickery, or witchcraft, is going to get me to say I do drugs. Because I don’t. So when I say to you “I don’t do drugs” that means I DON’T DO DRUGS!!!

So you Tricky man – trying to trick me into believing you have the same opinion as me (what? You think you’re an idiot too?) and then trying to convince me that pot is different … well … it’s not going to work. And then lowering your voice to a secret level and telling me you have some RIGHT NOW in your room and it’s totally cool – we can go light up RIGHT NOW – also isn’t going to trick me into all of the sudden being cool with getting high.

It’s not cool.

Look -let’s just get this out there right now. You aren’t cool. You have no chance at successfully peer pressuring me to do anything. Drugs are only for dummies, idiots, losers and tard-heads.

And look – I know YOU like to call my attitude a B1TC#. But sweetie – just because I didn’t give you the time of day doesn’t mean you need to start slinging that name around. I didn’t give you the time of day because you aren’t smart.

Your antics aren’t impressive. I’m not going to be “peer-pressured” by idiots. I don’t think you are cool. You have no chance with me.

Get over yourself.

We all know a Chatty Chatty McChatterbox. Always saying something, never knowing anything. Quick to make stuff up and quicker to believe the stuff they made up. You don’t know whether to feel sorry for them because they are delusional or to hate them because they take no responsibility for their lack of intelligence.

HOW HARD IS IT TO THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU HEAR AND SAY?

Here’s some rules to help:
1. Hearing something does not make it true.
2. Thinking something does not make it a fact.
3. Speaking should only be undertaken after at least a LITTLE thinking was done. So … if thinking a little before you speak is too hard – just don’t talk.

I have become a victim to my bad sleeping habits. It’s not my fault that I can’t sleep! I like to believe that it’s because I am so dang smart and my brain is always working overtime. I took a sleeping pill tonight and I’m kind of waiting for it to kick in. Not sleeping is cool because it adds such a joyful and wonderful element to my already wonderful go get ’em attitude. When I say “go get ’em attitude,” I really mean…incredibly crabby attitude. Like I said, it’s not my fault! I do look on the bright side every now and again and realize that I am so dang gorgeous that it works to my advantage to not sleep so I can pick up on the ladies at nighttime.My brother thinks I pick up on dudes, but really I don’t pick up on anyone. Actually I stay at home wishing I could pick up on girls at a club. Okay actually I sit at home wishing that I actually gave a rat’s behind about wishing that I could pick up on girls at clubs. It’s all basically the same though! My eyes keep closing so that is probably a good thing…maybe I will have to add a few more things to this blog later.

Scott Pete

I feel like the world has to know how pissed off I am right now. Ummmm…excuse me miss. Ummmm…yes, you on the Jazzy wheelchair! What in the sam h.e. double hockey sticks are you doing crossing a major road and not giving a crap about any traffic. Yeah…don’t look both ways before you jay Jazzy wheelchair walk or ride or whatever you did across the road. Like she owns the road or something. I am a pretty pissed off person by profession and that’s why I’m writing this blog! Are you serious lady? You’re not going to give any regard to oncoming traffic?

I’ve tried to love girlfriends that I have had, but hatred is so much more relaxing to me! It’s a comforting feeling to know that somebody knows you hate them. I just wish that stupid lady on her Jazzy truly knew how I felt.

Scott Pete

Have you ever just wanted to drop off the grid entirely? And by entirely I mean removing all your clothes, wandering out in the desert and finding a cave to live in? That is the exact feeling I have right now.

It’s not that I hate writing blogs because I do…I like writing, it’s one thing that the man can’t take away from me. I just hate reading blogs. If I could read gooder I might be really enthused about this blog stuff. Anyways, life sucks and tomorrow is going to be the exact same thing. I wake up for work way too early and then I barely stay awake during the day. I daydream about a girl that I can never be with and then I go to bed way too late. I’ll bet you can’t guess what I’m going to write next! Actually you probably can! After I finally go to bed I wake up way too early for work and then barely stay awake during the day and daydream about a girl that I can never be with. It’s life! Luckily my job has limitless possibilities of advancement…wait…did I say limitless? I meant limited. What was I thinking? Anyways…I guess I better get back to work!

Scott Pete

I’m sitting here with a MLB sticker on my arm, a Pittsburgh Pirates sticker on the side of my shirt (a shirt which says “Remind me again why is it I need a boyfriend?”) and a Washington Nationals sticker on the left leg of my capri jeans. I bet you would never guess that I just ate my third box of Cracker Jacks for the day (they’re dairy AND gluten-free – yay!) Hey! Don’t judge. I was bored and kind of thought it would be cool to find an Angels sticker. And then in my complete boredom, with three unsuccessful tries under my belt, I decided to affix the non-Angels “prizes” to myself.

It’s not hot.

Nope. Not at all. It doesn’t even make a cool fashion statement by being a little funky. This is not a trend I could “own” and if I forget about the stickers before I go home for the day … well … tough luck for my vanity.

What has boredom done to me? And why did my bored impatience cause a terribly horribly hasty decision?

I just discovered there is a CJ MLB Collector Sheet. WTeff? Where was that important piece of information on the box?!?!? I just wasted my stickers on a dreadful “I’m so bored I’ve ceased to care about fashion” look.

I COULD have been putting my stickers on a COLLECTOR SHEET!!! Because I just KNOW if I was able to collect all of the billion stickers then my sheet will be worth at least ONE penny. That’s not too shabby.

Great … now I’m going to have to RE-collect all three of the stickers. And who knows how many calories I’m going to have to ingest … because you can bet your arse I’m not letting a fresh box of Cracker Jack go to waste.

And forget about forgetting about the CJ MLB Collector Sheet. Oh no – I’m totally taking the CJ MLB Collector Sheet Challenge.

Cracker Jacks – here I come!!! Let the calorie counting begin!

All of this … when all I really wanted was an Angels sticker.