"There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long...PEOPLE. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution." - Spider Jerusalem.

Disneyland Disaster

I went to Disneyland with Garrett yesterday after work. We were excited. It's been a few months since I've gone on an adventure and even longer since I'd been on a solo date with Gar Bear. So off we head up the 5, conversing about life, love and things that bug the shit out of us. We get there at about 8, ordinarily this would not have been that big of a deal. We'd hit the Tower of Terror for a round or two and head over to the other park to get some fireworks action. BUT NO. Our evening began with us standing in line for 30-45 minutes, JUST TO BUY MY PASSPORT. This event took me only 2 minutes and 30 seconds (we timed), yet somehow everyone in front of me could not purchase a ticket in less than 7 minutes. All the while a gaggle of MoMos were standing behind us discussing Utah & BYU & probably Joseph Smith's Salamander or some other ridiculously unbelievable bullshit. I also overhear them say they are in town for their daughter's cheer competition. WTF why do I always have to go on little annoying baby whore day. (My birthday was the Ms. Teen USA Pageant.) So then we head over and proceed to get in another line to enter Disneyland (CA Adventure was now closed = no Tower of Terror for us). We push our way through the hurd of smelly tourists. Oh yeah, we realized it's still goddamn spring break, which means absolutely nothing to people who work for a living. We make it over to Space Mountain and see the sign posted stating it is approximately and 75 minute wait. We decide to chance it and stand in line in stead of watching the fireworks. We ended up watching most the fireworks show while waiting in line though, and after about 15 minutes of waiting we give up and walk away from the ride. Then we again push our way through a foul stink of baby shit and piss and get to the Pirates of the Caribbean ride....again a rediculous wait. So we keep on moseying and find the smoking section, post up, and watch Fantasmic. Then we left. I did get a churro on the way out. That was the highlight. So basically we drove 2 hours, I spent 400.00, and didn't even get on one ride.

I wish I liked anything half as much as children like bubbles.

Fuck you Cunt/Buddy.

Update on Vegas...the temperature is becoming more bearable, however dealing with humanity is becoming intolerable. I'm assuming due to the upcoming election, these desert douche bags feel the need to share their obnoxious opinions with me. I'd rather they refrained. It's not the worst place I've ever stayed, but it sure isn't any place I'd want to stay for very long. I've been trying to keep myself occupied by watching movies. Dan and I signed up for a netflix account and have been watching all of AFI's top 100 films of the last 100 years. I am watching Blade Runner as I type. I wish we had evolved as far as everyone thought we would have. Chuck came to visit. We got hammered. The fucking Chargers lost, but Brady is out for the season, so I can't complain too much. It sucks when your team is the reason your parlay failed.

Everyone...

is a fucking Napoleon

Is anyone else repulsed by online dating? Like the idea that people feel so desperate that they need to actively search for someone by filling out a survey just confuses me. Or maybe it's an evolved thought process. Like that's the way we should be dating to get rid of all the ideas of romantic bullshit. Maybe the goal is just to find someone who fills out their Cosmo surveys as closely to yours as possible.

Second thought....is happiness real? Or is it just one big pursuit of becoming happiER?

Going Home...

was really awkward. It was nice to see my family and all, but wow...Escondido. I miss the weather, but that's about it. It made me realize how thankful I really am that I moved. Who knows how long I'll stay here, but I sure as fuck do not want to live in North County ever again. I'm not sure I really know what happiness is, but being back home made me aware of how depressed I was in that town. On a side note, the lovely creature I live with picked up his stuff from storage, including a box of bad porno DVDs. When I went through said box, I commented on how terrible of a selection he had. For example, one of the titles was "Yo quiero dos o mas hombres." His response was "Well I didn't buy them. Some guy I worked with had to get rid of them cause his girlfriend wouldn't let them in the house." What the shit? Seriously? There are women that get that bothered by porno? I mean these bitches aren't even hot porn stars, more like North Vegas crack whores than anything. Seriously?!?! I don't get it.