Tyler West 110

Current music: Blondie - The Tide Is High (I'm Not That Kinda Girl)

Went to Best Buy today with Marsha, that would be my sister, just in case anyone out there is confused that I may no longer be single. She got a CD/MP3 player for her car, which is very spiffy, and I got two new CDs. The Clash: The Singles, and Blondie: The Best of Blondie. Anyway, not a lot I feel like writing about right now, but do have my own version of Bethany's shattered mindsets, only they're not shattered. Mostly its just a shameless rip, so feel sorry for Dave.

The mindsets that have only been more firmly planted since I've been at LU.

~ Complete honesty is taboo.
~ Differences of musical taste destroy relationships.
~ I am invicible as long as I'm alive.
~ Triple-exegesis so pretend to be nice.
~ SAGA food is always served past the sell-by date.
~ Glazed donuts are yummy.
~ Human approval is not necessary for worth, but it sure helps sometimes
~ I will die...but I'd rather enjoy life and be surprised by my death.
~ Significant areas of life take significant amounts of time to change.
~ I will never date a girl in east Texas
~ For that matter, I will never date.
~ Same thing.
~ Love is a fairy-tale meant never for me.

Adam it or not, that's it.

AMF

Wednesday, December 25, 2002

I have found the perfect song to play at my wedding. Now all I need to is find a girl named Suzanne.

"Suzanne"

Suzanne, you're all that I wanted of a girl
You're all that I need in the world
I'm your child, make me blush, drive me wild
Suzanne, you're all that I wanted

When I met you I was all alone
Cold and hungry cryin' on the phone
You baked me brownies and said, 'Don't you cry'
And gave me the coat off your back

Suzanne, you're all that I wanted of a girl
You're all that I need in the world
I'm your child, make me blush, drive me wild
Suzanne, you're all that I wanted

Even Izzy, Slash and Axl Rose
When I call, you put 'em all on hold
And say to me that you'd do anything
And all I can do is say that
I haven't much I can give you in return
Only my heart and a promise not to turn
But I sing to you every day and every night
Suzanne, I'm your man

Suzanne, you're all that I wanted of a girl
You're all that I need in the world
I'm your child, make me blush, drive me wild
Suzanne, you're all that I wanted
Of a girl

by weezer, from the Mallrats soundtrack.

Monday, December 23, 2002

Electrolyte
1. What makes up NI-CAD electrolyte? The electrolyte is a solution having a specific gravity of 1.3 and consisting of 30% potassium hydroxide and 70% distilled or deionized water.

2. How should the state of charge be determined? The only way to determine the state of charge with any degree of accuracy is by a measured discharge.

The post has been cut to save space. It was originally designed to piss off Dang Olden for saying my last post had too many links. It served its purpose. All you are missing is another page and a half of nonsense lab answers with poorly placed links to http://daniel.golden.isgay.com.

Sunday, December 22, 2002

After reading Chrissy's website, I have decided to make a "100 things to do before I die list". Of course it may end up being shorter or longer...probably shorter. Anyway, look for it in the near future.

Watched Serendipity tonight, and I became inspired. John Cusack is such a great actor. Anyway, I was inspired to visit the Internet Movie Database. It appeared as if one of the girl's patients was played by Eddie Kaye Thomas, the same guy who played Paul Finch in American Pie. Unfortunately, I was wrong, and I wasn't even able to figure out who he was. However, since Eugene Levy, Jim's Dad in American Pie, is also in Serendipity as the clerk at Bloomingdales, I decided to stay on the American Pie trail a little longer. It turns out that there is going to be an American Pie 3. The plot this time? Jim and Michelle (the flute fetish band geek who made me her bitch and then ditched me after prom) are getting married, but, unfortunately for Finch, Stifler's Mom and Stifler's dad are also getting back together, and Stifler won't say where the wedding is. Should be a great movie. Speaking of Seann William Scott, he is just a really spiffy actor person. He is a Stifler in every movie of his that I've seen, except for Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. Maybe not, I say that, but I don't remember how he was in Final Destination. It looks like he'll be in at least four new movies this next year. Speaking of Jay and Silent Bob, Kevin Smith is a genius. Nuff said. Of course you wouldn't know that if you had only seen JASBSB. But it's not my fault that you haven't already gone to Blockbuster and rented Clerks, Mallrats, Chasing Amy, and Dogma. Do it now! Blockbuster is still open.

Next time I go to IMDB

John C. McGinley, Nay, the entire cast of Scrubs.
Selma Blair
Quentin Tarantino

It is currently 9:09, and I have to go to work early tomorrow morning.

It's now 9:15 after the first re-edit.

AMF

Thursday, December 19, 2002

I made it back home! After driving 14 hours I made it back to my mom's cooking. Of course it was raining so hard through Arkansas and Tennesee that I ended up hydroplaning everytime I tried to pass a semi. In fact I ended up having so much water thrown at my windshield from the trailers that I couldn't clearly see anything for several seconds at a time. But I made it and I'm still alive.

In other news, my previous indiscretion may not have cost me a friend. It almost did, and in hindsight I have realized just how big a mistake I made. That's not to say that everything is all better, but its not as bad as it could've been.

I will provide further updates at a later date...but this will have to do for now.

AMF

Tuesday, December 17, 2002

I have learned a lot in the past few days. 1) You are actually less hungry when you don't eat anything than when you eat SAGA. 2) A lot more people read my blog than I realized. 3) Life back home will be much different from now on.

In other news, I will be leaving this dead campus tomorrow morning. It turns out that it is impossible for me to get a stage check before the flight department closes for the year, so I can't finish until next semester. Would've been nice to know that bit of information last Friday, but at least I won't be spending any more time down here.

Like Lesbo has figured out, the online world allows us to instantly cause heartache, whether or not it is intentional. Not only does it provide for instant accomplishment of this feat, it also makes it much easier to do unintentionally. I have caused someone a great deal of problems, simply because I didn't have the foresight to realize that she might one day read this blog. But the mistake has occurred and I can only try to repair the damage I have caused. And yet, I don't want to put my tail between my legs and say that I was completely wrong. While that may be the easiest thing to do, I do believe there was a great deal of merit in my originial post. I wrote it from the bottom of my heart, that corner where you hide your true emotions. And while it may have been deeply emotional and the language colorful, I believe everything I wrote to be the truth and will hold to those convictions until given strong proof otherwise.

Having said that, I am still a virgin (a sexy one at that...said that just for you, Chrissy), I will continue to fall for TISCs and continue to be rejected by them, I still intend to be good friends with her family (after all, they are pretty cool people), if that is possible and I'll still hold the door for anyone (guy or girl).

AMF

Saturday, December 14, 2002

My depression has been overcome!! No, I didn't get the girl. Even better...I got the heater in my car working.

Ok, so I'm still down about the chick...but at least I'll be warm on the drive home.

AMF

Thursday, December 12, 2002

You can never be just friends with a girl...sex always gets in the way -Phil Morehead

This blog is called the restroom stall for a reason...that's where I do most of my non-academic thinking. It was during one of my visits to this center of genius that I realized something serious. If you don't count the short period of time where my friends made me think this girl was uncool, I have had a crush on the same girl for 10 years. Then I remembered how old I was...that's right, I have spent half my life in love with the same girl. Kinda retarded, isn't it? I mean for the first 6 years I was too much of a wuss to even give her a hint that I liked her, so thats ok...or maybe I'm just a psycho. But the last 4 years, she has pretty much known that I liked her. At first she wouldn't tell me that she didn't like me. She just kinda led me on, not being very committal either way. Then she told me she wasn't ready for a boyfriend. Ok, I could deal with that...I'd just wait around until she was ready. For those keeping score at home...I was 19, still hadn't had a girlfriend, and the prospects were not looking good. However, I made myself believe that she really did just want to keep her heart from getting broke. So I waited...and I waited. All my female friends from church, except her, had boyfriends by this time. All my guy friends from church...well that's a really long story that I won't discuss here. Last semester all she did was whine about how there were no guys that she liked that liked her. So this past summer, stupid me decided to talk to her in person about it. I spilled my guts, saying things I was pretty sure she knew, but wanted to make clear anyway. All I asked in return was whether or not she had similiar feelings for me...or might in the near future. She said she might, but again she wanted to guard her heart. I was ecstatic...but I should have replaced the batteries in my bullshit detector. Fast-forward to this fall. It sucked...it sucked long...it sucked hard...and it sucked! She got a boyfriend. I should've known. She was only waiting for the right guy to come along...I just wasn't that guy...and yet she led me on...and I let myself be led on. Fortunately, her brother, who also happens to be a very good friend, broke the news to me. Plus, I had been picking up hints from both of them that she was about to get a boyfriend. So it wasn't much of a surprise...but still I wonder why she asked ME how to tell her parents that she had a boyfriend. Was it her way of telling me to piss off? ~~Does she truly value me as a friend?~~ Does she think I'm gay...and like talking about guys? What the hell was she thinking? Everyone is convinced that we would've made the perfect couple. That only makes it harder. My mom especially thinks we would be great. In fact, I can owe part of my stupidness last summer to her. After pretty much telling my mom that all girls are bad, deceiving, in-it-for-nothing-but-their-own-selfish-desires bitches, my mom convinced me that there may be some girls that are, but surely this one wasn't. Fuck that! That little line of bullshit cost me another year of heartache. Thanks to my mom's suggestions, I ended up spending almost every weekend with this girl, in a group, of course, convincing myself that maybe I did have a chance. After all, even my mom said that I just needed to give her some time and she will see that I'm the one for her. Why did I listen to my mom? What the hell was I thinking? I have spent half of my life pining over this girl...in fact I even believe that God had give me a dream about her, that I would eventually marry her. I was so young and naive back then. I would believe anything as long as it was romantic sounding. Saving yourself for your future spouse. Courtship. Making friends with her parents. Being a gentleman. Being nice. Well the one thing I have learned since I came to college, is that there are always 3 ways of doing things. The way you learn it. The way you're tested. And the way that you do it once you make it in the real world...the way that really works. Folks, this is the real world...or almost...and all that stuff that used to be important...really doesn't matter anymore. It's all bullshit. Its the way you learn it...not the way that things are actually done. I have yet to figure out how they're actually done...but my guess it involves all the idiots getting the great girls...and all the cool guys getting the shaft.

So back to this girl...what do I do? Keep playing her puppy dog and hope her boyfriend doesn't kick my ass? Fly up to Kentucky tomorrow, giver her a long, deep kiss and tell her to marry me? Or move on?

What about my parents? How do I tell them that their dream daughter-in-law is never going to make it past the dream stage?

What about God? Where is he in all this? Why, when I thought I was seeking and doing his will...were things so fucked up? Life is much easier now. I don't have to worry about being good. Good or bad, the results are the same. We all die unhappy. Or do we? Maybe there is some truth in what we were taught in Sunday school. Oh well, I can only pray that God keeps me alive long enough to be reconciled back to Him.

AMF

Monday, December 09, 2002

I dedicate this post to K, P, and D...my best moral support.

I feel as if all that I once held as valuable is no longer so.

When you think you're doing the right thing...the proper thing...the (pardon the expression) gentleman's way, and it blows up in your face, what does that mean? If doing something the "right" way doesn't work...why not try the "wrong" way. I mean, it's easier...more fun...and definitely can't have worse results. Maybe that's the way to do things these days. People say one thing and then do what they feel like. I have to admit that I'm no model Christian...but I would rather be honest about being a pagan than pretend to be a Christian. So the question remains...is the right thing really the right thing? Look at one my friends back home...he's always doing stupid stuff...the wrong way...and he's better off than me. I leave you with this one truth. Girls don't really want a prince charming...it's my opinion that they would think him such an oddity that he belongs in the mental instituition. However they don't want a rebel either...or just a normal guy...or a computer geek...or jock...who knows what they want...maybe just their battery powered friend.

AMF

Monday, December 02, 2002

Current music: die Toten Hosen - Crash Landing

My DTH CD finally came. Yippee. bis zum bittern ende.

AMF

Sunday, December 01, 2002

Current location: Gate C35 boarding lounge Atlanta Hartsfield International Airport
Actual time: 9:30 Eastern

It has come to my attention that no matter how simple a task may be, there are still people who just don’t have a fucking clue. Take for instance one of my fellow passengers on the flight back to Shreveport. This woman, who reminded me of the grandmother I don’t like, could not figure out how to turn on the overhead reading light. Now I will admit that I have more airline flying experience than many people, but it’s not that hard to turn the light on. You look up, see the button that looks like a light bulb, and push the switch. Not that hard. After spending five minutes trying to figure out which of the many buttons to press, she still needed the assistance of the other guy seated in our row. Only four buttons, you push the light bulb looking one over your head. This was an early morning flight and I WAS looking forward to catching some Z’s on the flight, but no, once she figures out how to turn the light on, she spends the entire flight reading some book about how bad giving clemency to cop-killers is. Now, I’m not advocating the murder of police officers, but I don’t see what the difference between killing a uniformed police officer and a regular citizen is. Some of you will try to tell me that the officer was in the line of duty and that duty being “to protect and serve”. That’s all good and well for those of you that don’t have the bad luck to be constantly harassed by cops. I have no criminal record besides a single speeding ticket, but I am constantly in fear of running into a cop. Probably because I am involved in some terribly illegal activity such as the trafficking of illegal substances you say. No, I’m not doing anything illegal, but they feel it is their duty to pull me over and ensure that there is nothing that they can get me on. Last time I got pulled over, I was supposedly going 10 over the speed limit. This would have been true if I was another mile down the road where the speed limit decreased by 10 mph. I guess the officer must have thought that I would still be going that speed in another mile…jerk off cop. So anyway, officer Batman, as my friend likes to call him, decided to use his phony speeding stop as an excuse to throw the book at me. First off he asks if I’ve been drinking anything, then if I’ve done any drugs, then if I have any weapons on me. It has been my experience that if someone is under the influence, it is pretty easy to tell just my observing their actions and speech clarity. But this guy thinks otherwise and decides to make me do several of their stupid DUI tests. Then just to get a boner, he thought it’d be fun to feel me up…I mean…pat me down. So if being humiliated and violated wasn’t enough, they decide to search my car…surely they can find something. They start digging around and leaving my shit all over the place, but don’t put any of it back. Meanwhile Robin is harassing my buddy, doing essentially the same thing. Finally, after wasting a good thirty minutes of my time, they figure they can let me go, but not before they give me a verbal warning about getting my muffler fixed. If that was all they were going to tell me to begin with, why didn’t they say so? That’s the end of my rant, but before you say this was just one isolated event, let me leave you with two facts. 1. In the four years of my driving career, I have been harassed for stupid stuff like this at least four times. That’s once a year and I for one don’t want taxes funding stupid cops having a good time. 2. This is my blog and I can bitch about cops if I want, maybe even another time in the near future.

AMF

Tyler West 110

Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Monday, December 30, 2002

Saturday, December 28, 2002