Third Interviews and Other News

I've just gotten back from my first and second interview from the Wal-mart in Moore, OK which, coincidentally, is also called The Armpit of the Universe, or so I've heard. That's more interviews than I got here in Norman so I'm grateful of that. I'm scheduled for a third and final interview on Monday at 11 PM. I hear it is to involve a urine test. I'm nervous, I better go study. Alex and Richard came to Wal-mart with me to cheer me on.

In other news, I shall direct attention to Meagan's blog here. Therein is contained a list of things that upset her. The first two are directed at me or at least partially at me. In the latter list you'll notice that Richard gets the top spot. I'm gonna go with the positive aspect here and revel in the fact that I got two shout-outs and he only got one. Ha ha.
Notice in both she uses the phrase "people getting mad at me". Very often she uses this phraseology for anyone speaking not in acordance with her or not holding a positive attitude toward her actions. When on the occasion that someone actually is mad at her, instead of changing the offending behavior or trying to fix the problem, she just talks about how it upsets her, how people are yelling at her for no reason, and generally runs from it, or acts like nothing is wrong at all.
Of course, in neither of those cases was I mad at her. I'm not gonna get into the first one because I don't need to, I will the second one though. One thing, she's got no room or much right to be upset about anyone saying anything about her religion while it's in its position as the most widely practiced superstition in the world. Second, I'll call it silly, stupid, or a superstition if I damn well please, because in my particular belief structure, that's what it is. It's not like I speak my mind about my beliefs that often. At least not, anymore often than anyone else. And I don't cry about it when they do.

Hitchhiker's Guide and a Party

Yesterday, I went to see The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and I liked it. Although, I feel it had a few issues. It felt too short, Either because it was was rushed to fit in as much story in the two hour block or because it lacked a lot of material present in the book of the same title. I'm not sure which. I don't like to be the guy that compares movies to their book counterparts. I hate hearing people say that movies suck because they weren't true to the book or books that they are based off. None of the LoTR movies sucked. They were awesome fucking movies. Visually stunning. Epic and engaging story. I don't want to hear some super-nerd tell me that Galadriel was hotter in the book or that Gimley's beard was too short or that the fucking ents didn't have enough treebark on them. Who the fuck cares? I don't fucking care. Good movies, end of discussion. So, that having been said, the book, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, impressed me more than the movie of the same title, but I still liked it. There are a few things to be said about that. The movie wasn't technically based off of any book. No iteration of the Hitchhiker's Guides has bee true to any other. There have been like eleven or so. So, every time Douglas Adams released something with that title, you got something a bit different. The things I liked: Deep Thought was really cool. Marvin was as funny as always. The planet factory floor was freakin' awesome. And the guys who played Arthur and Ford were very good, I thought. S'all I gotta say about that.

The party was... Interesting. It was very fun and I got very inebriated with no hangover to speak of. I like that. I'm pretty sure there was some scandalous love-making that I was not a part of. That's all I'm saying about that. Yegerblasters are hardcore. Everclear gummybears are also hardcore. Honey flavored cigars, although hardcore for like a puff or so, ultimately end up leaving you all smelly with a nasty carbon-like after taste in your mouth all evening. Probably won't be partaking of those the next time around. Taking a shot every five to twenty minutes or so, also hardcore. Sleeping in my own bed, necessary, and hardcore.

O Halo 2

I like Halo 2 a lot, well, maybe love is a better word. I love Halo 2. It is my favorite game. But, I have a problem. After extended play it turns me into an angry person. A person I don't like. It's because I get frustrated from losing when I can't figure out how to win. I become angry and hateful and spiteful and mean. I hate that more than anything. I'm sure I a say things that hurt people when I'm like that but they don't say so. Of course, I don't get that way all the time. It's usually when I'm playing against Shawn. He's the only one of my friends who can consistently and continually beat me. Oh well, I need to get over it and become a friendlier player.

Hello, Could You Please Direct Me To God?

Ok, So, I got in trouble today. Meagan actually yelled at me because I called her God a superstition. Well, actually, I was referring to the way she touches the ceiling when running through a yellow light, which is apparently to signify her thanking said God for not making her die or something while breaking the law. Yes, it is breaking the law if you intentionally speed up to and try to beat a yellow light. It's called failure to yield at a yellow light. I would just like to say, I have never yelled at anyone for talking about their deities. We non-God believers take a LOT of shit for our lack of beliefs and it's starting to pissing me off. I'm just glad I have a few friends who share my beliefs(or lack thereof) because hanging out in a group of Christians can be really scary and one can feel very alone.

Here I am going to post a Rant I wrote a few years ago. It's kind of long so you might want to grab some popcorn or something before sitting down to read it. It's title is the same as the one for this post. Here goes:

First of all, I need to say that it is not my intent to offend anyone here, so if you are offended by my words then it is by your own choice. That was a disclaimer, not an apology. That having been said, it is important to know that I am currently an Atheist. Yes, I did say, “currently”, for a reason. I said this because unlike most people on this planet I am very open-minded. I have no problem subscribing to any idea as long as there is a shred of reasonable and tangible proof. Most may believe that they are also open-minded, but they only believe that to make them feel better about themselves or to try to impress people like me. Let’s face it, what’s the point of being open-minded if it doesn’t have anything to do with religion. Religion, by the way, is the main topic of our so-called essay today. Religion is, by far, my favorite topic of discussion, or as some of my God fearing friends would call it, argument and sometimes violent persuasion. Before we get too far, I want to talk about the word believe. Because of my extreme open-mindedness, this is a very strong word for me. I like to think that I don’t actually have any beliefs, I only have ideas.

Because of what I’ve just finished saying, someone might think that I am not actually open-minded, but that I may just believe what I want. Well, if you believe that, than you’ll just have to deal with it. Probably, most of the people who would have that mind set just stopped reading the paper after they figured out what it was about, so I can say what I like about them because they won’t read this anyway. Therefore, still with us should be the fairly open-minded people and the occasional stubborn believer of a superstition.

Back on track; religion, I believe, is the funniest piece of human history. More specifically, God. I like to think of myself as a logical person. But I just can not figure out why so many people still believe in God. Let’s set all science and logic aside for a moment. Why on earth would a person even want to believe in this notion? If you have lived an entire lifetime on Earth without once ever seeing His face or ever having Him come to you personally and telling you to believe in Him, why would you ever think that there was an invisible man in the sky who watches everything you do and who created all you see? This blows my mind! I mean to say, even with everything my parents told me, I never once thought that God was anymore than a character like Santa Clause. Sure, Santa was cool when I was a kid because he would bring me toys, but now that I am an adult I have no reason to believe that. I have no incentive. I don’t wake up on Christmas morning thinking, “Gee, I hope there is a present under the tree for me that wasn’t there last night!” Do you? I don’t think so, but if you do then you have no business reading this. When I was a kid Christmas was my favorite holiday. “Who cares whose birthday it is as long as I get toys?” that’s what I thought. Santa was the essence of Christmas, I thought. So after there was no more Santa, why would I still believe it was Jesus’ birthday? Did it matter? Yes, of course it mattered to my parents! After that it was an emergency trip to vacation Bible School. I had to be saved! Eventually, after a few years of brain-washing I believed. Well, at least they thought I believed. It was that, “yes Mom I know I’m supposed to brush my teeth,” kind of believe. You know, when you say it just to make them happy. But I was never really convinced.

But the reasons for my non-belief are not the point. Yours is. Now let’s discuss why you have these unnecessary superstitions. First of all, you probably would have had some kind of beliefs anyway; you only have this particular type because someone already gave you a hint of what to believe. Now let’s get a little farther down the road. Why do you still have these beliefs? Maybe it’s because you never thought about it before. Maybe you had no reason to think otherwise. Maybe nobody ever questioned your ideas before. Ok. So, what if someone did question them?

Here’s a scenario: you live in a secluded area and have always lived there, so you have never come across anyone with overtly contrasting views. One day an alien spaceship lands on your secluded farm and an alien comes out. He is a very inquisitive alien and is very curious about what your beliefs are. Now here is where you decide what kind of person you are. On one hand, it could seem like a very easy question and you could quickly explain your dogma as if it could not be any other way. Or, you could be open-minded, and doubt your previous given ideas because this is the first time you have ever come across someone who doesn’t share your views. You could think, “Well, if my beliefs are true, then every one should also think the same way. But, if this guy has no knowledge of my beliefs, then maybe my beliefs aren’t true.” Then you remember that your parents or some other persons close to you as a child are the ones who gave you these ideas and told you they were true. But if the ideas are not true then either your parents lied to you or they were wrong. This is when you decide to either halt your questioning and keep your beliefs as true or decide to search for more logical beliefs. This can go in many directions. You can easily get off on the wrong foot by trying to find logic that fits around your previously determined beliefs. What you should do, if you are not afraid of traipsing around with a clear conscience, is wipe the slate and start over. First, try to find an idea that makes the most sense to you from the get go, whether it is that a giant perfect man said, “Let it be!” or that all matter sprang forth from a huge explosion eons ago. They all sound equally silly at first. Then after you have something to use as a starting point begin to search for the evidence behind each view. After a while something will start to make sense to you.

Now, if you accidentally get stuck on the wrong path and let’s say the giant man idea seems more plausible to you, just keep this acronym in mind: K.I.S.S. It stands for: Keep It Simple Stupid.

Why God? Why not a Super Rhinoceros? Or a Supreme lamppost or better yet, a supreme burrito?! I’ll tell you why. A long time ago a baby was born. He grew up to be a very nice guy. He walked around teaching people and inspiring people. After a while some lunatic with a name like Luke or John said, “Hey! This guy is so great, he must be the son of God!” He got so many people to believe it that the Romans and the Jews had the nice guy killed. And all of his little cultists said, “Wow, isn’t he nice, he’s dying for our sins so we don’t have to!”

Have you ever heard a story from some one who heard it from some one else about a guy who lifted a truck off of a little girls chest and saved her life? And then you actually meet the guy and you ask him about it and he says it didn’t really happen, that he just happened upon an accident and he only thought he saw a girl near the truck? And then you think, “Oh, he’s just being modest, what a good guy for not tootin’ his own horn.” This is how these things get started, a seemingly normal story gets passed around so much that it gets blown totally out of proportion.

So, why do people still believe this? In the end it doesn’t matter. People are going to believe what they want to believe. They are going to believe in what makes them feel happy and secure. That is, if they have the choice. Some things can’t be un-believed.

Yay for Pizza

Pizza day is a good thing, the inventors of which should get a handshake and a pat on the back... So, I'm waiting.

I like cake

The following list is a couple of things. First, it's a shameless and blatant attempt to acquire free cake. But it is also a chance for me to say some nice things about a nice person who deserves every word. For more info, check Lori's blog here.

In no Particular Order,
The Top 37 Reasons Why Loreli Is My Favorite

1. She doesn't mind that I still call her Lori even though she's told me that she now goes by Loreli.
2. She's been nothing but kind to me since the day I met her. (that's a plus, you can't always find people like that)
3. She knows what she believes in and isn't afraid to tell others what that is.
4. She is always easy to talk to. I feel like I can talk to her about anything.
5. She is always understanding and tries to be helpful when I have a problem.
6. She doesn't mind going out and having childish fun every once in a while.
7. She likes all the good movies.
8. She takes complements well.
9. She doesn't mind giving complements.
10. She always has a smile when you need one.
11. She always has a hug when you need one.
12. She believes in truth.
13. She believes in self.
14. She likes to play Halo 2.
15. She's fun to play board games and card games with.
16. She is compassionate about people who need help. (like starving kids in Africa)
17. Her favorite color is pink.
18. She's the Smartest and most intelligent girl I know. (and she knows it =p)
19. Her favorite show is a cartoon.
20. She doesn't take life too seriously.
21. She doesn't mind taking a shot every once in a while.
22. She's friendly when she's drunk. (not too friendly, I'm just saying it's better to be a friendly drunk than a mean drunk)
23. She brings me along when she goes to study at IHOP.
24. She wears her sunglasses at night.
25. She doesn't make fun of me for driving a grandma car.
26. She does make fun of my gimpy left turn signal.
27. She listens to the music she likes, not the music that's cool.
28. She likes Italian food.
29. She learns from her mistakes.
30. She lets me crash on the couch when I'm too drunk to drive home.
31. She lets other people be themselves.
32. She's always willing to have a little fun.
33. She always has a positive attitude.
34. Loreli is just a kick-ass name.
35. She doesn't mind fishing for complements with free cake. (although, you don't need free cake as an excuse to say something nice about her)
36. She's pretty just the way she is.
37. She's just awesome.

Well, there you have it. Those are just a few of the reasons why Lori so freakin' cool.

Free Food is More Filling

So, I spent all of the ten dollars I budgeted for food this week today. Now, I get to eat at home all week. Man, I don't mind paying for food when it's satisfying, but I felt ripped off at Chili's today, seven dollars for half a turkey sandwich and a tiny cup of soup. Oh, and the fries I didn't eat. Oh well, as Meagan might say, c'est la vie. Temps en temps, je deteste la vie.

Fuck Yeah For Job Interviews

So, I begots a second job interview at a future yet undisclosed time. That's awesome. I'm gonna have a job for the first time in four months. Well, I kinda wanted it that way because I was trying to take a break but everybody was on my case the whole damn time so it was a very stress filled break, but hey, it'll be alright now 'cause I'll be making more money than most of them. I find that satisfyingly ironic.

So, I've been thinking about all the things I'll be able to do with an income. It's so exciting. I'll finally be able to fix all the stupid little things screwed-up on my car. Maybe I'll actually have decent gas mileage again. I'll be able to get the fan replaced on my computer video card. It's so fucking loud and annoying sometimes I have to turn my computer off to sleep at night. Or better yet, maybe I can get a new graphics card! Shit yeah. or a new computer all together. A freaking laptop! Then I'll be able to sit in the livingroom with all my nerdy friends and we can IM each other. I'll never have to use my vocal cords again. Oh, last thing, I'm definitely gonna get some new golf discs.

So, today was another awesome day. That's like four or five of them in a row. It's been an awesome week-end. Just plain fun. I hope that doesn't mean I'm due for a bad day. Lucky me I'm not superstitious. Hells yeah for awesome days. Let's do this.

Morning Hours After Sleep

Everytime I get into the rut of sleeping all day and staying up all night I forget just how freakin' awesome the morning time is. It's like my favorite time of day. You wouldn't know it though, based on how often I do sleep through it.
Man, it feels great today. Just hella awesome outside. I think I'll have a little breakfast and then go play some golf. It'll be awesome.

In other Sean news, I got a letter yesterday from the University of Oklahoma Regarding my re-application after the current suspention. To summerize, it says that since I didn't turn in a transcript describing the credit I aquired while not attending OU, I can't yet go back. What they don't seem to understand is, I aquired no credit while not attending OU. All that letter that came in December told me was that if I wished to further my studies at the university, I was to re-apply by the Fall or Spring semester. What it did not say was, we are hereby cutting you loose. You need to attend a lesser scholarly establishment in order to reafirm your status as a decent human being. I was advised in no such way. I want nothing more on this planet than to graduate from the University of Oklahoma. That is all I want or care about. That is why I still live here on campus(well, as close as you can get). I have had an entire semester to think about how much I fucked-up. Now that my suspension is up, I want back in, damn it. I want to be a student again. That's what suspension means. It means I can go back now, but they say that I can't go back now and it depresses me deeply. Right after my job interview on Monday, I'm going to waltz my happy, bum ass in there and demand that I be let back in. I have suffered for my sins. I deserve no more punishment.

Damn it, but for now, I'm gonna go have a fucking awesome day whether they damn well want me to or not. Good day all. If anyone wants to enjoy the day with me, give me a holler.

Oh Happy Day: Part Deux

Ok, so today was a pretty good freakin' day. It wasn't really different than any other day in any way special. It was just...nice. Got to get a job interview scheduled, that's just awesome. I got to play some disc golf with Shawn at like 11:30. It was great, the shadows were accually under the trees! Although I managed to rack up ten or so strokes in water shots, I still had fun. Then I came home and Richard and I went to the office to re-sign our lease. That was cool because they immediately came and fixed our broken door jamb that's been busted for quite some time now. The door accually closes and stays closed! I'm so excited. Then I got to nap for like four hours this afternoon. Freakin' awesome. After that, NY pizza and pasta. Ah Hells yeah.

So, happy day. I feel good. Feeling good is good. My brain must be blocking out stress today. Good thing. Stress sucks ass. I think I'm gonna write some Book now.

P.S. We're gonna stick with this font from now on because I'm too lazy to go up and change the little font tab every damn time I do this, so, ta-da. I'm glad we all agree. Let's do this.

Oh Happy Day

Today is a good day. A happy day. I am happy today. There isn't much that could ruin today.
I am happy. If you see me, you should say hello.

Job Maybe

Job interview on Monday!!! w00t!!

That crazy first blog post

Yup, I've decided to create a web log, or 'blog', for those interweb savvy folken.
I'm not sure if it's out of boredom or what, but I came to the conclusion that I should be unique, just like all the rest of you people. I will try to keep up this blog on a daily or bidaily basis so that those who care will be in on the innermost dark details(and meniacal ravings) of my life. I'll also allow comments so that you can...comment on my...comments. Yeah, you know, in case you people aren't familiar with IM, telephones, or e-mail... or just plain ol' face-to-face interaction. I know, that last one scares a good lot of you, but, you have to go out your front door sometime, don't you? You all do realize that that burning thing in the sky is supposed to shine on you, right? Well, it is.

Anyway, I'm hoping that doing this writing-a-blog thing will help to motivate me with my writing-a-book thing. Yeah, for those who might care, I'm writing a book, like so many other poor college students. There's one difference though, mine's good. Ha, no, but seriousely, those who have read it seem to like it. It's a work of fiction based on serveral things in my life, mostly my friends and the literature I love. If someone is interested in reading what I've got, they're welcome to contact me. Honestly, I love critisism, constructive or no. I also have written a few short stories. Well, started is a better word. I haven't finished all that many. In fact, the ratio of pieces of fiction I've started to pieces I've finished is rather skewed. I'm hoping to change that. Maybe get something published sometime. The book in question is currently the longest thing I've ever written and it's end doesn't seem that close. I'd like to finish it this year. Hell, there are lots of things I'd like to do this year... Oh, well. One thing at a time. Or maybe two...ok, three at most, that's my final offer. Yeah right. I'm as good at finishing things as I am at giving birth. But damnit, I'm determined.

Wow, I didn't realize I could say that much. I know that wasn't that much but it was more than I expected to say. This blog thing seems to be a good way blow off steam, good or bad. I like that. Upcoming entries will probably be longer and contain more random nonsense. I think the aetherial zone of the internet is a good place to keep that stuff. let's do it.
Btw, I've chosen this font because it reminds me of the font old typewriters use. You know, those things that people used to write books with.

Alright, rant and openning thoughts concluded. It's nine in the morning, I haven't slept yet, and I'm supposed to get a round of disc golf in at 11.