Transmission:08.01| Just for the sake of updating

Man, has it really been that long since I’ve wrote in this damn thing? I need to write more but since I’ve been busy with school and stuff, I haven’t been able to transmit a message to your eyeholes. But here we go and I start with something that bothered the fuck out of me yesterday.

 Why do people make fun of the mentally challenged?

I just got on the bus from downtown to my stomping grounds in Penn Hills, and I was talking to this kid I go to school with. We were talking about sports and this guy turns around and starts to talk. His speech was impaired, but you try to pronounce Roethlisberger when you’re out of Pittsburgh and try to get into football. He babbles, we nod and we continue our conversation.

Not even five minutes later, these high school kids get on the bus and this man goes to the back of the bus with him. Two minutes later, all I can hear is laughing and screaming. I don’t know what the hell’s going on, until I listen closely, and all I can hear was stammering. Then he finally says a word that I can actually understand. Of course, what he said was the word Shit, and then the N-word. This was a black man, talking to black kids, and these said kids are laughing their asses off because he’s saying this over and over again, and of course this might be the only word in his lexicon.

See, I’m ecstatic that i’m not slow or addicted to crack that I can talk and type clearly while adding new words to my lexicon.

/and of course, the word of the day is lexicon.

On the thursday before I went to the Penguins game with my new crosby jersey seen in the previous post. I look like a good fifty bucks when without it, i’m good for about ten. They were playing the toronto maple queefs…. oh, sorry, the Toronto Maple Leafs.

/on second thought, yeah, Maple Queefs sounds better.

I’ll spare the details, but the big things that I was fortunate to see that night…

• Jarkko Ruutu beat the living shit out of Darcy Tucker.
• Evgeni Malkin getting his first NHL Hat trick (I was there for his first game and goal last year).
• Ryan Malone beat the shit out of I think it was Jason Blake.

We win 6-2. Send those Queefs fans crying in their beers.

/all 1500 of them at the arena.

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Enumeration:08.01| Things to Buy in 2008

This is a list, a ‘wish list’ if you will, of things I’m going to try to buy this year. These things aren’t major purchases or anything like that, just small shit that I hope to get for myself in 08 (hence the “08″ marking).

• A pair of Cyber Goggles – It’s just something I’ve wanted for a while.
• Poker Chips – Since my friends and I all play poker, if i want cash games at my house, i’m going to need my own chips.
• 10 decks of cards – Yes. 10. It’s weird. I swear that I have a gremlin somewhere that loves to eat ONE card out all of my decks of cards. If you have one card missing, the whole deck is ruined. Why can’t it eat the jokers?
• A black trench coat.
• Xbox 360.
• A second dance pad with a foam insert
• Two more Dance Dance Revolution games for PS2
• A new pair of fingerless leather gloves
• A new cigarette case
• A zippo lighter
• Penguins playoff tickets – That is IF they make the playoffs, though I’m pretty sure they will.
• The Simpsons Movie DVD
• Boots
• One of those laptop tables that you see on TV that slide under your couch and makes it more comfortable to use.
• A new laptop bag
• Fishnet shirt (yes, i will be wearing a shirt over it)
• PS2-USB converter – I can use that to hook my dance pad to my laptop. I tried to buy one earlier this year but when I did my first jump, it wouldn’t process correctly. Damn.
• Tripp Armwarmers
• Collared shirts
• Digital Camera (or a new flashbulb for my old one)
• Dethklok hat
• Dragonforce – Valley of the Damned CD, Remastered
• Bullet for my Valentine’s New CD
• Car Insurance
• New faceplate for my Phone
• Gothic Hourglass
• Black umbrella
• Sunglasses

Basically, this is just a few things that I would like to have before 2008’s up, and i have 366 days to do so. Yes, it’s a leap year. But first I need a job to fund all of this shit.

Addendum:-07.01|What I got

There’s nothing better than getting what you want for christmas.

And I got what I want for christmas.

 That’s Right.

Now usually, I’m not one to want what everyone else has, But throw that all out of the window because I now have the best-selling jersey in the world. Be Jealous. Go Pens.

I also got some  new shirts, a brand new pair of tripp pants some basics, cologne and this sexy new iPod Dock.

Nothing says “get the fuck up” like Behemoth.

Here’s to hoping you all got everything you wanted for christmas. Sadly, no, I didn’t get a (insert gaming system here) this year. I’ll get one next year. I hope.

Transmission:-07.02|Topanga Arrested? Lawl.

Yes, Topanga, (Real name is Danielle Fischel, but everyone will always know her as Topanga) Has been arrested. Apparently she’s following in our favorite drunk hoes such as Britney and Paris.

Also, The Pensblog always has Gold. And by gold, I mean The precious metal. It’s an older post, I think it was posted before the season started. Aliens take over the Earth, and challenge our athletes in various sports in hope to leave the earth with nothing but Nascar. The aliens say that if their team beats our team in that sport, The sport will be vanquished and the athletes, Killed.

Good stuff.

Okay, back to life outside the internet, which apparently exists.

On Wednesday, Maurice and I decide to go down to play poker at this place called Shootz Cafe on the south side of Pittsburgh. When we get there, we sit at the bar, he tosses back a brewski and we look around the place. There’s this arcade game where if you get lights to the top of the lighthouse, you win a prize. I wait until the others finish the game and I stick a buck in the game for shits and giggles. I know these machines are fixed because I used to work in an arcade. I play a little bit. There are five lights on this game and if you go beyond five you win. The wheel spins a little bit. It goes up two spaces. Sweet. Level three. It spins again. Stops at -1. Typical. Level two. Spins again. Stops at one. Okay. I thought that was game, but I forget, I put a Dollar in. New game! Woo! Starts at level three. Spins again. Two More Levels.

Winnar! Winnar! Chicken Dinnar! I got $60 out of the machine and drinks on me!

Poker started late. Surprise Surprise. I sit down, and i play a few hands, with Maurice to my left. I had two jacks and I went all in and saw that he had three sevens. (I can’t remember what he really had, but it was close.)

Shit.

Maurice (3:58:57 PM): I had a q and you had a j. we both made nothin on the flop and turn, and then you ratted me

Maurice (3:59:11 PM): actually you had o k

Maurice (3:59:16 PM): q k*

Maurice (3:59:30 PM): because you got a king to win

[there was a cool jack skellington here but since he says that the last story didn't happen, then i can't. thank you, fucker.]

A few hands later, he leaves because he was eliminated and since I did piss him off by that river-rat all in move.

I stay in for about another hour or so. Chip stack is running low. I get hungry. Dollar taco day. Score. I order one. Takes about 10 minutes to get here. One damn taco. But look at this… Pocket kings. All-in I go. One person calls me because he notices I play rags. Flip em over. He has A-J Nothing is out there for him, he’s knocked out. Woot.

About 15 minutes and one taco later, I’m out. Oh well.

Thursday night was a good night. Went to the bar. Steelers win. Pitt Wins. Penguins win. I get sick. Bad chicken or bad beer.

Friday, nothing really to blog about.

Today, more of the same.

Transmission:-07.01|an inauspicious start to christmas break

I can tell that this break is going to be long. Well, it is long, yeah, I don’t go back to Job Corps until January 4th, but the things happening on this break make it a long break. Let’s go back to Thursday. I wake up at 5:30 AM, get on a bus and head down to center. We go to this small art room where there’s a big screen TV, grafitti art, something that looks like restaurant booths and about 15 hard plastic chairs that you used to sit in while finger-painting in kindergarten, just big enough to seat an adult.

I sign in, have a seat and throw on my skullcandies (the single best headphones you will ever buy, no question about it) and put on “Heroes” on my iPod. The only reason I came that day was because I thought we were getting bus passes and our meager pay for the last couple of weeks.

Instead, Job Corps wanted to be Job Corps. We sit in this room doing nothing productive as always, I sit next to my friend Dana, turning up my iPod so that I can’t hear the multitude of ghetto people be loud obnoxious assholes the only way they know how, and they tell us that we can go home. Now wait. Where’s my money? Where’s my bus pass? No word on where the money is now. Instead, here, have this extra cool drawstring backpack!

What? You woke me up at 5:30 AM just for us to sign in and then you patronize us before the holiday just to give us a fucking Job corps backpack? Yeah, Merry christmas to you, bitches.

After spending 2 hours in the cold and on buses, my feet wet and cold from freezing rain and wind chills in the single-digits, I get to my nice warm house, and I sleep for the rest of the day. I wake up about 5 hours later, Mari and I had a nice little fight over something I said and something she misquoted and used against me. We don’t talk for two days. Joy. This weekend can only get better, right?

Nothing really happened on friday except me trying to find the cheapest beer in the city at 11:45 AM. I don’t get home until around 10:30 PM, sore and tired as hell.

Saturday, Mari and I talked again. We managed to work things out. Thank God. We can put that behind us.

Sunday, the Steelers lose because all of a sudden they forget what Defense is and they cant stop Fred Taylor. Good job. Cleveland wins too, which makes me doubly pissed because we’ll be playing for the division until the season is over. Oh, and Pittsburgh’s solution to getting over a steelers loss? Blame the quarterback who only threw for over 300 Yards, 3 touchdowns and no interceptions. Yeah. Smart town this is.

Monday, I wake up and I have a sore throat, headache and cough. I take my medicine, smoke a cigarette and go back to bed. Thanks mom.

Tuesday’s upon us and hopefully this break will turn around and not be as shitty as the last four days.