house issues

so my buddies and i are trying to move into this wicked house near campus. it was supposed to be reasonably priced for a few of us to move in, but now the owner is trying to raise the rent (which is illegal considering the current contract she is in), AND is saying that we can't have the specified number of unrelated people in the house that we originally planned on. anyway, i am totally itching to get out on my own and this predicament is not helping. that is all.

not good...

so i told a fib to one of my good friends that i was moving to denmark for work related purposes. i always play tricks on her like that, but this time she believed me 100%. well, turns out that she told her dad, who consequently knows another dude that works for my same company. long story short, this dude thinks i am moving to denmark too. no bueno.

Blaaaaaaaaaaaahg

So I'm in desperate need of some time so I can sit and think about what I should do... I am faced with a pretty important decision and I need some time to contemplate. I totally wish I just knew that my decisions were sound and that I could trust myself with such a choice, but I'm too damn young for my own good! I don't have the life experience that old people have... what I would pay for that experience! Although, if I did have the money to pay for that, I wouldn't need to buy said experience. Damned vicious circles! I can never win with them.

Motorcycle Blahg

So I know there are tons of motorcyclists out there, and I'm pretty sure most of them aren't stupid. Most wear their protective gear and ride safely, merely using their "bikes" as a means of transportation. This was my view of motorbikers until today. This afternoon, I saw the most retarded motorcyclist ever. He was trying to show off his ugly motorcycle to all the high school girls driving home (creep) by revving his engine and accelerating quickly and all-in-all being an irresponsible citizen/public road patron. Anyway, I was thinking of how this guy was such a dipshit when I finally got back up next to him at a stoplight. At our stop, I noticed something was wrong... he had scrapes all along the right side of his helmet. Not only that, he had a part on the right side of his riding jacket that was all torn up. Can anyone say roadrash? I can. I guarantee that one day that sucker was hot dogging in front of a bunch of underage sleezebags when he spilled and tore himself up. THEN he went and tried showing off AGAIN like he knew what he was doing. The best part is that people like me noticed that he was a stupid asshole and he wasn't really impressing anybody. Please people, if you decide to be a dumbass, be a cool dumbass... one that impresses me. Those are the only dumbasses the people actually like.

Today's other Blahg

Oh and so I totally hurt my knee today. I can barely walk on it. Football at the picnic this afternoon was all fun and games until I decide to tear my knee into 4875 pieces! I didn't walk on it until tonight when the youth group came over... then I foolishly tried running up the stairs. NO BUENO! Someone said it could be my ACL... No. I don't want that. Maybe that's why I was living in Denialand trying to run up the stairs. Man, my knee hurts so bad that the other one feels like it just got some Swedish massage by a hot chick haha. Yeah, it's that bad. Anyway, I just thought I'd update y'all on my misfortune. Hooray for horribly written Chinese fortune cookies!

Blahg for Today

So I totally dislike people who say they pwn at a video game, then they totally get their nuts sent back to them via Western Union directly after playing said game. I experienced this horrible phenomena today while on XBox Live. Some dude decided to make fun of my screenname so I decided to rain down the wrath of God on him. That's how I roll. I can play a game where I get 4 kills and 4 deaths, then someone talks mad game on my screenname and I can go 20 and 5 on their punk asses. So, as you can believe, I have gone through plenty of envelopes trying to mail these people their manhood for a small fee and shipping costs. I know that I am being harsh right now, but when they either diss my screenname, my mom, or Jesus himself, I will punish them... Cancel that, I will CRUSH them. That is all.

Fourth Blahg - First and Second Blahgs

So I was informed that I could be legally chastised for talking crap on the big name electronics store and/or the university I may or may not be a student at. That is why my first and second blahgs are deleted. I do not apologize for my comments, I just don't have the money to pay for lawyer's fees. I will repost when I become filthy rich. Thanks.

Third Blahg - Old People Driving

Disclaimer: Today, I will refrain from using any bold or italics or caps lock for this blahg. Why? Because I am so damn furious about this certain topic that the blahg would be too hard to read from all the italicizing and bolding and capsing.

So I have a dream. This dream consists of me being able to drive on the roads with a peace-of-mind that I won't get run off the freeway by some old lady/man - who smells way too much like broccoli - particularly because they cannot see their blindspot.
I honestly cannot believe that half the people driving on our roads actually have permits. In turn, it irritates me that I know that they really do have licenses! Old people are the worst though. Especially the elderly folk that drive cars that are worth more than my life. They don't need those cars. I need those cars. I can handle those cars. They cannot possibly take the reigns of those cars. They can't do it safely, anyway. It bugs the poop out of me!
If I were President of the United States, anyone old enough to get the senior discount at Denny's would have to go through a series of rigorous tests (and by rigorous, I mean to the point of crying) in order to get a license. If they don't pass, they don't drive. If they don't drive, they don't threaten my life. And everyone goes home happy. Well, that would make me happy and that's all that matters. If they want a say in this matter, they sign over their Social Security check. Now, we all know that they would never do that, so it's practically foolproof.
K, so I'm gonna sum this up now. As far as I'm concerned, cars are like super big weapons. One slip-up and you could kill someone instantly with that weapon. It's kind of like why I wouldn't buy my grandpa a gun. Why? Because he can't safely handle a weapon. My grandpa is also possibly the world's worst driver. See the correlation? I see the correlation. Every time I am in a moving vehicle with that man, I see the correlation. Even if he's not driving I get kind of ancy... The point is that we need tougher regulations on who should be able to drive. End of story. Thanks for reading.