My compulsive liar
Just a warning to everyone out there. If you ever meet someone named
Lindsay Nichols... Know that she is a compulsive liar and not to be trusted. I think she really gets off on lying to people about the
STUPIDEST of things. Like that girl in Garden State, remember her? You can read more info on my personal blog:
http://noahk17.blogspot.comHope everyone is having a great week!!
My friend...
Wow... just wow...
[02:45] Mike Daniel: Ya know
[02:45] Mike Daniel: also...coming home.
[02:46] Mike Daniel: I saw a black man on my street...
[02:46] Mike Daniel: and thought..."Nigars cant afford these houses...."
[02:46] Mike Daniel: i got scared....
[02:46] Mike Daniel: after 5 minutes of sitting in my car lookin around for him.....
[02:46] Noah K 17: wow dude
[02:47] Mike Daniel: I rememberd theat they live across the street
[02:47] Mike Daniel: lol
My revival
The blog isn't dead, it just needs more posts! I, for one, like posting here on occasion, because no one I know in RL reads this. So I can talk shit about whomever I want. Ha!
What is up with me leaving the house for 30 minutes, then coming back to find the door
LOCKED. I mean seriously
David. Are you
THAT paranoid? We live in a safe neighborhood, no one is going to come into the house while you are watching TV. Ugh. That kind of pisses me off.
But other than that, I'm having a
FABULOUS day! The immature girl
Kelly (19) that I was dating finally returned my season 1 of Scrubs. I met a new girl
Lindsay (25) last night, and we're going out on Saturday, and I mailed off all my graduation announcements!
I graduate on
August 6th from Georgia State University with my Bachelor of Arts in Sociology. Oh yeah!! Now the tough part starts... finding a job. Ack!
Do you guys work for any good companies you can recommend for me? I would be looking for something in the South East US, particularly Atlanta, GA. Cheers!!
Oh my!
Blog dead? Seems kinda like it.
My decision
My mom is moving to Chicago at the end of this year. Which sucks, because I live in Atlanta now, and she lives in Savannah. I used to be able to visit her for a weekend, now I won't be able to. Grrr... So do I stay in Atlanta, or move elsewhere now that my Mom is nowhere near Georgia?
PS. Listening to the 2nd Xuqa podcast now. Celisse just came on! The inventor of Xuqalebrity. Woo-hoo!
Internship at Xuqa
Murtaza, Ali, and Prosper are looking for a few members who want to internship at Xuqa this summer. Airfare is provided throughout the internship, and in addition, you receive a 2,000 USD monthly stipend. You would travel around the country, starting in San Francisco, and ending up in New York City, helping the founders do whatever it is they do. (promoting the site, brainstorming new ideas, meetings with VCs, being the beer-bitch, setting up and executing the
"Xuqa Summer of Love
" program, etc.)
If you're interested, contact Murtaza directly at
Gmail. I'd do it myself, but alas, I am graduating at the end of the summer, and I still have 5 classes to finish. Cheers!
Startling realization
I recently realized something that I once never would have imagined possible. Kind of like when I used to be fat, and after I lost weight, the first time I realized I was actually skinny was at work when my boss called me a skinny college student while trying to get me to eat something (don't ask--my boss is a weird, weird man, but in a completely different way than I am weird). Anyway, the conclusion I just recently came to is that I have almost completely lost touch with what the mainstream public enjoys in its music. I know the generals of what most college students like (god awful jam bands for the most part), but the general public, I have completely lost touch with what they find listenable. I came to this conclusion when I was in the photo office while working at the campus newspaper. I had one of my new favorite albums, courtesy of Paul Ryu's music blog, playing. This album can be found
here if you're interested in downloading it from Paul. I highly encourage it.
Anyway, I was playing that album, and the other photo editor was sitting there. I had consciously picked it out because I knew the other photo editor was there, and I thought that it wasn't as weird as some of the stuff I listen to for something who isn't familiar with the type of music I listen to. But, she thought it was really weird, which must mean that I have no idea what the general public enjoys.
Now, this is both a good and a bad thing. It's good because in general, I hate the music that the general public enjoys. I mean, I'll be damned if I'm going to sit through and somehow enjoy Fall Out Boy, or whatever musical abortion is currently being force fed down the collective throat by some rich-as-fuck record label. It's also bad because I'm not that in touch with the indie scene either. The only bands I hear about that I like, I find through my roommates or friends or Paul. I am not connected with that scene to find my own music and hear about new bands as other people are hearing about them instead of two months after a friend heard about them. It's depressing. It's like I'm a man without a home.
Oh well, this is really overdramatic and pointless. I really just kind of felt like writing out my musical ramblings somewhere, and this blog could always use the proverbial syringe of adrenaline every few days when posts start slacking off. Thoughts and opinions?
My rant
Okay, I'm totally ranting right now. I met this girl named
Jackie the other day. We went out on one date. Had a decent enough time. This was on a Thursday.
Come Friday I get 11 fracking text messages from here, basically all wanting to hang out with me again, either later that night or the following night. I'm so sorry I didn't reply quicker, but I was busy with my friends.
So the next day I post a blog explaining everything, and I used her
REAL NAME in the
blog, Heaven forbid. And she goes psycho on me. Starts sending me more text messages, and Myspace messages, and IMs not asking, but telling me to remove her name.
So I decide to be an asshole and post a comment using her full name in which I said, "Sure NP Jackie, I'll remove your name ASAP." And that seems to calm her down... until she reads the comment late Saturday night and sends yet another text message asking me to remove it. I replied saying I was sorry for using her last name, and I would remove it ASAP.
Sunday I was visiting my grandmother all day long, had my cell on silent and was no where near a computer. When I finally check my cell, I see multiple messages from her, and when I get back to my house there are about 5 IM's from her, one of which has her swearing up and down at me, telling me to f-ing do this and f-ing do that.
It's like what the hell
Jackie. I told you I would remove it as soon as possible... except your reading comprehension skills seems to be
ZERO. You are so psycho, I'm thinking about blocking you on AIM, Myspace, and from sending me text messages from Verizon.
Am I in the wrong here?
Oh yeah!!!!
I feel so mother fucking great! (Sarcasm running amuck if you can't tell; I'll elaborate if you wish, otherwise, you'll just know I feel like a royal piece of shit.)
cheating
so I just found out tonight that one of my friends cheated on his new girlfriend
and I am close friends with the both of them
what do I do?
do I tell her? do I keep it quiet?
or do I tell someone else who will tip off the girl to what happened, without me seeming like a scapegoat?
I would like some advice if you would please help me out
