A girl just badgered me into burning a CD for her. She said she wanted to hear something different, and if you heard me and Riley get into it about music, you'd know I listen to some non-lemur music. At first I tried to beg off. I was afraid to reveal my audio inclinations to this girl. But then she threatened my manhood with references to TNKOTB. I was forced into action. Yes, my manhood is tiny and fragile.
Anyway, since Photobucket is down and I can't work on the other blog I wanted, I guess I'll surf YouTube and post some songs that I enjoy.
Real Life: Send Me an Angel
Sugar Ray: Someday
Eddie Money: Take Me Home Tonight
Pet Shop Boys: West End Girls
Foreigner: I Want to Know What Love Is
Icehouse: Electric Blue
Meatloaf: I'd Do Anything For Love (But I won't Do That)
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers: Mary Jane's Last Dance
The Cranberries: Dreams
Vanilla Ice: Ice Ice Baby (hehe)
Deee-Lite: Groove is in the Heart
Heart: These Dreams
BoA: Milky Way
Psy: Champion
Fatboy Slim: Right Here Right Now
Alan Kuo: Ling
Nickelback: Photograph
Orange Range: Shanghai Honey
Roxette: Joyride
Weezer: Buddy Holly
Lisa Loeb: Stay
LEN: Steal My Sunshine
Journey: Open Arms
Maxi Priest and Roberta Flack: Set the Night to Music
Timmy T: One More Try
Fine Young Cannibals: She Drives Me Crazy
Groove Coverage: Poison
Human League: Don't You Want Me Baby
Men Without Hats: Pop Goes the World
Baltimora: Tarzan Boy
Breathe: How Can I Fall
That should tide you over for a while.
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Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Reorienting my TV
One thing I really enjoyed when I visited Japan was all the cool commercials on tv. So now I'm sitting here watching YouTube again.
Monday, January 15, 2007
He's Making a List; Checking it Twice
I've been had. Yup. I've been hornswaggled. I can't believe it took me this long to figure out the conspiracy.
For a long time now I've been getting down on myself. This usually happens when I'm lonely. I try to figure out a reason why my luck with the fairer (though more devious) sex really sucks and I start to nitpick on all my shortcomings. Then usually someone comes over and blows air up my ass. They give me a bunch of false compliments to boost my morale. Of course, I'm so starved for attention, I buy everything hook, line, and sinker.
How bad can my love life be? I asked a girl out once and she turned into a lesbian.
Now someone of my superior intellect can only be duped for so long. (15 years) I was bound to figure it all out. I happened upon an article on building self esteem on athealth.com. There was a suggestion in the article to make a list of your positive attributes and stuff. So I spent a few hours going over the things I possess that could be a positive with the vaginal sex. It wasn't a long list.
OK, here is the list. I removed anything not uncommon. The list should consist of things almost-sort-of-kinda unique to me. Therefore, ten fingers, ten toes was removed.
1: I have broadband. YouTube and porn at light speeds.
2: I own a sports camcorder. It's a nifty video camera that fits in your pocket.
C: I own an economy sportbike. Yeah, it's not the top model, but most girls are too stupid to know that.
D: I have an external DVD burner that lets me transfer a bunch of computer videos onto disk. It comes in handy for watching Jdramas.
V: I have a job. A real job that requires college degrees and special licenses. I don't make much money though, so any future brides cannot be whores.
VV: I own a Yaris. Hopefully the same dumb chicks that think SVs are cool will not notice how cheap I am.
X: I own a pair of black leather jeans. They're a motorcycle type of jeans, but they almost got me a callback for the part of the biker guy in a 70's boy band.
Twelvely: I have a ton of DVDs. I have US, Japan, Hong Kong, and Korean releases. I also have the player to play them.
Thirteenish: I have Love Actually and Flash Gordon on VHS.
One Million Dollars: I own a dress. It was for Halloween, I swear. I've never used it to go to the nightclub on a Friday night in order to try and pick up guys so drunk they would have sex with anything. Promise.
12345: I also have a kung fu outfit. My secret kung fu identity is Sum Dum Gai.
3.14159: I have a trumpet. I don't mean to blow my own horn, but I used to be pretty not bad with it in high school. But back then, I was still cute enough to get girlfriends, and I didn't need a trumpet. Or a list. Stupid list.
24/7: I have scars. Not just the wonderful acne scars to remind me of my bad skin, but also battle scars. I have a scar from a gash I received while playing sword fighting when I was a kid. I also have scars on my elbows because I suck at riding bikes. There's also a big one on my knee from a tumor I once had. Even the tumor couldn't stand to be with me and left.
525,600: Helmet ears. Um. Yeah. Ears.
And that's my list. Impressive, eh?
Now looking over this list, I can see for a fact that those compliments people gave me were nothing but lies. Nothing on this list will get me some play except for the broadband. Chicks dig high download speeds. I think I will sue my so-called "friends," for infamation of character. Like that? I made that up. Instead of maliciously destroying my reputation, they've been maliciously trying to bolster it. Those jerks.
Sigh. I hate athealth.com. The list thing really backfired. I'm not feeling much self esteemed at the moment.
You know what? Screw the list. Screw possessions. I will win the heart of a lady with my charm and good looks. Any women interested? Here's my pic:
For a long time now I've been getting down on myself. This usually happens when I'm lonely. I try to figure out a reason why my luck with the fairer (though more devious) sex really sucks and I start to nitpick on all my shortcomings. Then usually someone comes over and blows air up my ass. They give me a bunch of false compliments to boost my morale. Of course, I'm so starved for attention, I buy everything hook, line, and sinker.
How bad can my love life be? I asked a girl out once and she turned into a lesbian.
Now someone of my superior intellect can only be duped for so long. (15 years) I was bound to figure it all out. I happened upon an article on building self esteem on athealth.com. There was a suggestion in the article to make a list of your positive attributes and stuff. So I spent a few hours going over the things I possess that could be a positive with the vaginal sex. It wasn't a long list.
OK, here is the list. I removed anything not uncommon. The list should consist of things almost-sort-of-kinda unique to me. Therefore, ten fingers, ten toes was removed.
1: I have broadband. YouTube and porn at light speeds.
2: I own a sports camcorder. It's a nifty video camera that fits in your pocket.
C: I own an economy sportbike. Yeah, it's not the top model, but most girls are too stupid to know that.
D: I have an external DVD burner that lets me transfer a bunch of computer videos onto disk. It comes in handy for watching Jdramas.
V: I have a job. A real job that requires college degrees and special licenses. I don't make much money though, so any future brides cannot be whores.
VV: I own a Yaris. Hopefully the same dumb chicks that think SVs are cool will not notice how cheap I am.
X: I own a pair of black leather jeans. They're a motorcycle type of jeans, but they almost got me a callback for the part of the biker guy in a 70's boy band.
Twelvely: I have a ton of DVDs. I have US, Japan, Hong Kong, and Korean releases. I also have the player to play them.
Thirteenish: I have Love Actually and Flash Gordon on VHS.
One Million Dollars: I own a dress. It was for Halloween, I swear. I've never used it to go to the nightclub on a Friday night in order to try and pick up guys so drunk they would have sex with anything. Promise.
12345: I also have a kung fu outfit. My secret kung fu identity is Sum Dum Gai.
3.14159: I have a trumpet. I don't mean to blow my own horn, but I used to be pretty not bad with it in high school. But back then, I was still cute enough to get girlfriends, and I didn't need a trumpet. Or a list. Stupid list.
24/7: I have scars. Not just the wonderful acne scars to remind me of my bad skin, but also battle scars. I have a scar from a gash I received while playing sword fighting when I was a kid. I also have scars on my elbows because I suck at riding bikes. There's also a big one on my knee from a tumor I once had. Even the tumor couldn't stand to be with me and left.
525,600: Helmet ears. Um. Yeah. Ears.
And that's my list. Impressive, eh?
Now looking over this list, I can see for a fact that those compliments people gave me were nothing but lies. Nothing on this list will get me some play except for the broadband. Chicks dig high download speeds. I think I will sue my so-called "friends," for infamation of character. Like that? I made that up. Instead of maliciously destroying my reputation, they've been maliciously trying to bolster it. Those jerks.
Sigh. I hate athealth.com. The list thing really backfired. I'm not feeling much self esteemed at the moment.
You know what? Screw the list. Screw possessions. I will win the heart of a lady with my charm and good looks. Any women interested? Here's my pic:
Monday, January 8, 2007
Free Hugs
My name is Nonwheezer and I'm a YouTube addict.
*Hi Nonwheezer*
During
my Christmas vacation I must have watched several hundred videos. Most
of them have been funny and entertaining, but few had any other
redeeming qualities besides humor. For awhile I thoughtYouTube was just a spot for people to be attention whores. Much like MySpace.
Then I ran across this video. It's weird, but I actually feel better after watching this video, and I have YouTube to thank for it.
*Hi Nonwheezer*
During
my Christmas vacation I must have watched several hundred videos. Most
of them have been funny and entertaining, but few had any other
redeeming qualities besides humor. For awhile I thoughtYouTube was just a spot for people to be attention whores. Much like MySpace.
Then I ran across this video. It's weird, but I actually feel better after watching this video, and I have YouTube to thank for it.
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