Gethoht's journal: Moo, quack, other assorted animal noises

Got a check in the mail a few days ago....

by Gethoht 2002-01-17 01:24:00 | 425 reads | 2 comments

Gethoht's journal: What IS happening?

As the human race progresses at an unprecented rate, toward either destruction or breakthrough, I find my personal outlook maybe being somewhat parallel to the human fiasco. For some unknown reason, I find myself almost constantly bound by fear. Not always, mind you, but i'd say a majority of the time. Why? Why? Why can't I get over this, why am I stuck in this predicament. I realize it, I KNOW IT, yet it would seem I can't do anything about it. Am I cursed? Is this what a curse is? To lay awake in bed, so meeping worried over complete nonsense that you can't go to sleep? To constantly have a little voice in the back of your head saying "you can't do this, you can't do anything". Frustration, insanity, release. A desperate man doing desperate things in order to end his desperation, further his separation, further his introversion, further his seclusion, further his delusions. A cycle, that starts and stops and starts again. I want off this funhouse of twisted mirrors where nothing is what it seems, but it's exactly how things are.

by Gethoht 2002-01-25 00:55:00 | 430 reads | 1 comment

Gethoht's journal: Today

I'm woken up by the sound of beating at my front door. Knock! Knock! Knock!!! I am naked. I take my blanket and wrap it around my shoulders, hanging down to my knees, making sure not to expose myself. I answer the door, it's my friend jennifer's father. He's a cool guy, had his share of neat-o experiences, and is brim full of stories. He's currently letting me borrow his dune buggy, cuz my car's in disrepair, and I've yet to get it fixed. I see his motorcycle, a dual-sport Suzuki DR350S parked in my driveway, nice bike. He was out scootin' around, runnin errands, and decided to stop by. I go in my room, get dressed, and we go to lunch. We get to talkin about the Suzuki SV650, which is a motorcycle that we are both interested in purchasing, so we stop by the bike dealer to check out the inventory, and prices. We ate at this little lunch dig I used to go to all the time when I worked my last full-time job. The lunch place is awesome, coz it's run by some european older man with a thick accent, and this lady from somewhere in south america i think. The old man's always cracking jokes, always got something to say, what a character. Oh yeah, their sandwiches are the best in town. Stuffed with alot of good quality meats, in between the freshest, tastiest breads, AND they're rather cheap, $5 for a good lunch(BIG sandwich and drink). So we eat some killer sandwiches, and head back to my place. We come up with a good plan to fix the dune buggy(needs new wire from ignition to solenoid), and to help finish a project I've been working on(72 Westy). He asks me if I want to ride down to his house(45 miles) on the bike, while he drives the buggy, I decline, because I've never ridden that bike before, and I don't know if I could handle it in traffic. So he drives the bike down, and I take the buggy. We go down to ruskin, drop off the bike, and he takes his truck. We go to the VW place(smack half-way between my house and his), leave the buggy to be fixed, take the truck up to my house and pick up a front end, which is off the westy, and needs some quick torsion bar/arm alignment, and a couple of nuts are missing(oops). We take that down to the vw place, clean up the spindles with one of those cleaning stations that mechanics have(red tub deal with hose spraying mineral spirits or gasoline, to clean parts), get the rotors turned, front end straightened out, bam, needed to be done, it's done, have to wait on some new bearings before I re-install it on the bus. All that meep's done, I ask him if I can go down to ruskin with him, and ride the suzuki around, he says "sure", and we head down there. I don't currently have a motorcylce, and have only ridden a few times really, so anytime I get a chance to take a bike out, I usually take, and the small town he lives in is rather motorcycle friendly, lots of long country roads, and not too much traffic(unlike the city, where I live). So I rode the motorcylce around for an hour or so until the sun goes down. I head back to his house, and notice I'm pretty hungry. I inquire into his condition, and he says he's pretty hungry too. So we go to this little taco stand in this little town that he lives in. Alot of mexicans in this small town. We go in get our food, he talks with the guy who's working there/owns the place, then we jet outta there back to his place. The food is delicious. I particularly enjoy good food, I love little hole in the wall places that are cheap and have good food. I would much rather give my money to an individual who puts quality into their work and is reasonably priced, than some big corporation who is either good/decent and overpriced, or some meephole like mcdonalds, where the foods cheap just because it's not really food, it just resembles it. I just tend to favor individual establishments when it comes to any kind of consumer related activities, really. So we eat some killer food again. I hang out for a little bit, we watch "The African Queen" an old movie with bogart and hepburn(I think?) on a boat, going down a river, in nazi occupied africa. Not a bad movie, not a great one either. I take off... and head to my place. Read a little bit of my bentley manual for the westy, then popped online. Looking around my room, I notice that there is a tea canister on my desk, the one I usually keep a certain kind of plant that is green, and could be smoked, if need be. Damnit! Don't wanna use the zippo, can taste too much butane. Went out to the store, got a couple of bics, came back, and partook of illicit substance. Type in www.megarad.com, browse articles, and decide to write a journal about today............Then I finished writing the......

by Gethoht 2002-01-29 01:53:00 | 564 reads | 12 comments

Gethoht's journal: Girlies for me

yay! I kissed a girl, awesome.....we will be seeing alot of each other in the near future hopefully, awesome. makes me happy

by Gethoht 2002-02-20 01:02:00 | 389 reads | comment

Gethoht's journal: Hardly a waste of time

Wow,

by Gethoht 2002-02-25 01:27:00 | 360 reads | comment

Gethoht's journal: Wow

"If we don't have meep right now, I think I'm gonna die"

by Gethoht 2002-03-10 23:36:00 | 365 reads | comment

Gethoht's journal: Here's an interesting story of conflict

There is this girl at my work. She is a 22 yr. old hungarian, she is in america, courtesy of her expired-two-years-ago temporary tourist visa. She lives with her illegal hungarian fiancee. She is smart, charming, beautiful in many ways, a good friend to have. The only way she can stay in the country, is if she gets married. Enter me. I am a male, the age of 20 years, whose opened his eyes enough to see that marriage is just a societal construct(don't get me wrong, it has it's uses, but it true love doesn't need it), so the nice person inside of me says "hey, marry her for god's sake, it's the least you could do as a human being, she is your friend". I have a girlfriend. Most of my life I haven't had a girlfriend. I've had my share, maybe 5 or 6 in my life, but none serious, until (maybe) this one. She is beautiful, smart, and 16(legal in my state). She is well beyond her years mentally, and having a meep life is awesome. It seems that in so many ways, she is more mature than me, it's weird. Though in so many ways, I see her immaturity. So anyways, I didn't know her opinion on the matter, and I knew her opinion would have a big effect over my decision to marry this girl or not. I call her on my phone after I get off work, and she really really really doesn't like this marriage idea at all. She is really upset. It sounds like she's crying. Maybe I should go over to her house and straighten things out. So I go over to her house and straighten things out. Or at least that's the way I saw it. By the time I left, she was in my arms, doing all the little idiosyncracy's(sp?) she had done before to indicate her love, and overall comfortableness with our relationship. Though I feel a difference in our relationship now. It's lost it's little perfect innocent charm. It's gone over a speed bump, we both look at the relationship differently, for better, or worse. meep, I'm tired, it's 5 in the meeping morning, drunk and stoned, feels good to be alive.

by Gethoht 2002-04-05 02:28:00 | 420 reads | 2 comments

Gethoht's journal: New pet

I went to the pet store and got a snake, he/she(i don't know) is a ball python, a little over a foot long, less than a year old. I named it blinky, because it's an ameepual name, and it's funny, coz snakes never blink. I went canoeing with my girlie on sunday, it was a blast, we went down the hillsborough river, which is mighty twisty and very jungle like. It's too bad the river is so polluted with runoff from streets, houses and farms upriver. You wouldn't want to swim in it anyways, alot of gators, snakes and other nastiness, but pollution still sucks. yay progress cough

by Gethoht 2002-08-13 16:38:00 | 363 reads | 2 comments

Gethoht's journal: Stagnation

It seems that the wheels of life all to frequently like to get sticks thrown in them, seemingly grinding it to a halt. Ruts suck, day in, day out, nothing new(apparently). The thing that scares me most is that I won't be able to change, won't be able to evolve, won't be able to learn. That is really the scariest thought I can think of, the funny thing about thoughts though is that if you believe them, they can become your reality. A sticky trap indeed. Where to draw the line between reality and idea? Between who you are, and who you think you are, between what you are capable of, and what you think you are capable of? It seems to easy to take the philosophical, or anti-philosophical road of "loss of self", advised by many eastern spiritualists. But an idea so simple is translated by different people differently, it's like you read the same book, and get totally different things out of it. Though I guess that is life. You can only live your life, see life through your eyes. The only REAL experience is the individual experience. Reminds me of when I was way into Hermann Hesse, and reading Steppenwolf, he wrote a preface to the book, many years after writing the book itself, talking about how many people were pulling ideas for themselves out of the book, ideas that the author didn't intend to express. How the difference between what young readers got out of the books, and what older readers got out of the book. Though his final stance is that he hopes everyone gets what they want out of the book, and to conclude I guess life is like a book, where individuals get what they want out of their existences.

by Gethoht 2002-08-19 22:26:00 | 388 reads | 3 comments

Gethoht's journal: Stumblin n mumblin

So..

by Gethoht 2002-08-24 12:09:00 | 404 reads | 2 comments

10 Interesting Things About The Human Body

Why is meep brown?

by dragonstaff 2011-05-19 08:31:46 | 0 reads | 3 comments

Map Of Metal

Lays out a large amount of metal music sub genres, streaming examples of each one. m/

by GrapeApe 2010-12-09 13:17:23 | 1301 reads | 10 comments

Kurt Vonnegut At The Blackboard

A lesson in story structure.

by Danny_Inferno 2010-12-06 17:00:12 | 821 reads | 1 comment

Pic Of Grizzly Bear Chasing A Bison Down A Highway In Yellowstone

Mark this well, you may never see something this badass in your entire life

by LORDKAHUNA 2010-11-12 18:11:50 | 1471 reads | 8 comments

meep With Ink.

And piercings, and weird hair.

by dragonstaff 2010-11-09 19:41:59 | 3224 reads | 11 comments

An Open Letter To Conservatives

The kind of exhaustive list that I would have loved to have done myself, and yet there is still more

by acheron 2010-03-23 18:50:14 | 1421 reads | 15 comments

Is Happiness Overrated?

research says: maybe. well gosh, now i certainly feel better about wanting to die!

by nocal 2008-02-07 16:26:43 | 951 reads | 3 comments

Why Germans Supported Hitler

Rev up the deja vu sirens

by PJP56 2008-01-15 05:25:31 | 1349 reads | 2 comments