All good things...

Hey, kids. Remember that talk we had a while back about lying?

Yup. Well, I did it again.

Despite my assertions to the contrary, I am indeed packing up and moving my shizzle to Xanga. What can I say, I write for an audience, and.... that's where the audience seems to have moved.

So, this'll probably be the last post I make here for a while. I have every intention of keeping this blog, still using it occassionally, and probably even linking to it at my Xanga. I've had it too long just to delete it. But, it shall no longer be the primary.

If you're interested in tagging along, my Xanga can be found here.

Alas.

Take care, kiddies.

The end.

"Geek" not "nerd"!

So, I met up with Katie and Eric for lunch today. This is part of a convo Eric and I had. Now, I don’t remember it word for word, but… this is basically the jist of it.

Me: Don’t talk to me like that! I’m… uh… Superman!

Eric: Pfft. Big deal. I’m Doomsday. I killed you!

Me: Only after I killed you!

Eric: Your mistake, because now I’ve evolved at the genetic level and learned how to not die!

Me: So? Thanks to things like Kryptonian rejuvenators, I can’t die, either! Not to mention my body keeps absorbing energy from the sun, even after I’ve died! Eventually, I’ll come back no matter what!

Eric: Yeah, well, I have no weaknesses! Unlike some pansies who get all knock-kneed at little green rocks!

Me: Ah well. At least I’m not trapped between two teleporters, constantly fluxing in and out of existence, never fully in one place or the other for the rest of eternity!

Eric: I’ll get out! And then you’ll pay! Cause I’m super smart now!

Me: Nope, that was only because Brainiac possessed you. Now you’re dumb as a rock again.

Eric: … I beat you to death once, I’ll do it again!

Katie: Oh…my…God! You two are enormous nerds!!

** Long pause. **

Me: (To Katie.) You can’t talk to Superman like that!

Eric: (Also to Katie.) Silence before Doomsday!

Keep in mind, we were at Lion’s Choice during all of this. Out in public.

I regret nothing.

Friggin' Valentine's Day...

The title of this entry is Friggin Valentine's Day. I'm certain all of you that have eyes and are literate were able to read that. Those of you that can't read it shouldn't be here. Neither should those of you without eyes. Because you're freaks, and I won't have any freaks stinking up my blog!

Ahem.

Anyway, the reason this entry bears such a title isn't because I had a crappy Valentine's Day. Well... yes, I did... but it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I'm single or the romantic nature of the day. It had to do with outside events that transpired on V-Day that had little to nothing to do with the day.

I had posted in my Xanga (which I don't use, so don't bother looking for it) what happened on Valentine's Day, but have since took it down. I don't think I'm ready for the public at large to know what happened. I have no problem letting you know that something in fact DID happen, but as to what it was will be withheld until further notice.

There are a select few who know what happen, but only because I personally told them. Well, and one person who was told by someone who has too big of a mouth.... heh, but that's alright, I'm glad that person knows.

So, in other words, if you don't know then it means I don't WANT you to know, so don't bother asking me to tell you. I won't.

I just wanted to make it known why I have been acting extraordinarily not myself this week. I've been forgetting things, I've been overly angry and upset at stupid things that I normally wouldn't care about, and I've been not talking to certain people.

Case in point, I forgot that yesterday was my designated hang-out day with Terry. It just completely slipped my mind. And I wound up hanging out with other people. And now, I'm pretty sure Terry's upset with me. But that's fine, Terry loves me, he'll get over it.

And if he doesn't, I'll just kill him in his sleep. No more Terry = no more guilt!

Ahem.... at any rate though... some of you deserved an explanation as to why I've treated you the way I have. This isn't necessarily an excuse for behaving out of the ordinary... it's just an explanation.

The end.

The Return of the King

There. I updated. Quit whining.

It seems like a year... oh, wait...

Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is to be an historic post here at the blog of the man you admire most in the world. This post officially marks the one year anniversary (well, one year and one day, I slacked a little bit) of the day I started this whole wacky journey that is Down With The Bourgeoisie/Mind-Bending Thoughts by Tim.

And, in honor of having been here for one year, I've decided to do a year in review post, summing up all the ups and downs of my life, and basically everything I talked about since I started here. This is an excellent place for any of you new wankers who haven't been following along the whole time like you should've been to go ahead and jump on the bandwagon that is my enormous following!

Ahem.

Anyway, it all started January 25th, 2004. I originally started this blog as a way to cope with the sulky-ness I was feeling at the time. I'd just had, basically, the worst Christmas Break of my life, parted ways with a girl I very much cared about, and was watching my mom's latest marriage come crashing down around her. Not a good time. So, I started here as a way to vent that.

A little while went by... and things got even worse for out intrepid hero! I found myself getting kicked out of Bernie's (my mom's husband...) house due to the fact that he believed I was ruining his an my mom's marriage. Personally, I think it was his drug abuse and subsequent false testimony he gave to my mother about said drug abuse that did it, but what do I know? I moved in with my sister and her boyfriend, which was actually much nicer... but, I continued to sulk anyway, largely, over the loss of Kristin. I had it bad for this girl, folks, in case you can't tell. Couple that with the fact that I'm a drama queen, and you get a messy breakup. If you read my posts from January to February... and maybe March, I can't remember, and I'm not gonna look, 'cause I'm lazy.... you'll see just how much of a whiney bitch I was. I don't recommend it, personally. Doesn't put me in a very good light.

Ha! As if THAT were possible. Not putting me in a good light... I crack me up.

Anyway, more time went by, and thanks to the fact that I simply couldn't concentrate on ANYTHING... I had to drop my English 102 class that I'd signed up for during my second semester of College, as well as my Biology 101 class, eventually. And the History telecourse I signed up to replace my English class. It wasn't pretty.

I also had to deal with someone who would at first be one of my least favorite people ever, but would soon evolve to become one of my closest friends at SWIC. A man named Eric Zimmler. There was also a girl named Katie Goldstein, who I may have had a shot at, romantically, but I was too busy sulking. Besides, Eric wound up turning his life back around for this girl, he deserves her. But that comes later. Back to me meeting Eric... Eric, had been, when I met him, a member of the American Nazi Party for approximately 1 month. He'd joined for reasons he'd rather I didn't divulge, but trust me, they were bad reasons, he'll readily admit. As if there's ever a GOOD reason to join the American Nazi Party, but he didn't even believe in what they believed. He was just angry. And, as time went on, he and I realized that despite our differing "ideologies", we got along. His ideology being Nazism, mine of course, being Communism... which, to be completely honest, I'm almost as embarrassed about as he is of his Nazism. At any rate, I am no longer a Communist. I still think it's a nifty idea and all, but that's really ALL it is.... an idea. No, I'm a member of the Democratic Party now, which is working out well for me. Eric, despite quitting being a Nazi, just went and became a Republican. When I informed him there was no difference, he, in much cruder terms, told me to fornicate myself.

God, I'm hilarious.

Anyway... BEFORE he'd quit the Nazi Party, I'd introduced Eric to Katie... and the two of them immediately hit it off. They got along perfectly from the beginning and got so flirty flirty in front of me, that I wanted to vomit all over them. I tried to, several times, but I am unfortunately not one of those individuals that can vomit on command. Anyway, things were heading straight toward relationship-ville for both of them. There was only one roadblock. Katie came to me and told me, while she really cared about Eric, as long as he was a Nazi, she couldn't be with him. Despite the fact that her family doesn't practice the religion, ethnically, Katie is Jewish. Dun dun DUUUUUN.

Without hesitation, Eric resigned from the party to be with Katie. The two also had a big, private discussion on ideologies that I wasn't let in on, but I think it's safe to say, everything was settled, and the two got together.

Which didn't help me. While I was given a temporary reprieve from my sulking whilst I helped the two love birds fall for eachother, as soon as they WERE together, I went back into sulk mode. Even after Eric threatened to put me on the Eric Zimmler Will Kick Your Ass Anti-Depression Plan.

A few more weeks went by.... and then came the event that would finally turn me away from my depression and sulky ways.... MELHS's production of Little Shop of Horrors. I got roped into helping out back stage, by Goddess of Darkness, Lisa Keaton, after I showed up for one of the Hell Week practices. Not that I minded. I had a lot of fun.

Which is pretty much what changed everything. While I was working backstage, even for just those three days, it made me realize that there WAS more out there for me to do then sulk. And that while I was doing those things, it made me realize how ridiculous I was being. And I just had so much fun, being around a play again, and being with all my friends in one place again, Zach, Paul, Anna, and the rest... well.... and there was something else that kinda took my mind off of everything.

While working on the play, I stumbled across a girl named Lauren Gerber. I'm not sure what it was that attracted me to her at first.... but something definitely DID attract me to her. During my time working on the play, I hung out with her quite a bit. During the after party of the play she and I got pretty snuggly. It really seemed like I was on my way into another relationship.... one that, apparently, I was being warned against by Anna... she claims she warned me... I remember her encouraging me, so I'm going to assume it was just another example of that infuriating Girl-code all women speak. But, that's not really the point. The point is, it seemed like I was well on my way into another relationship and I was totally ready for it. We even kissed! In the park! During a rainstorm! How romantic is THAT?!

A little time went by... school got out, and I got A's in the two classes that I hadn't dropped... go me... the summer started up, and I was totally ready for it.... and apparently, the kiss had made Lauren realize she wasn't ready for a relationship. So, for the second time in my life, I was, as Anna and Eva would put it... pre-dumped.

The funny thing was, it bummed me out for like... a day. Then after that I was fine. No more sulking. About Lauren. About Kristin. About anything! And I think it was a combination of a few things that had cured me. Number one, was the play. I realized how much more productive getting out and doing something, rather then laying in bed and staring at the ceiling was. How it made me realize I had more I could be doing than sulking. Secondly, even though it didn't go anywhere, my faux relationship with Lauren made me realize that it was possible for me to get into another relationship... well, it's not like I thought it was impossible for me to get into another relationship... I mean, come on, look at me. I suppose, I simply figured that any relationship I'd get into would just remind me of the previous one and make me unhappy again. And the little tryst I had with Lauren helped me realize that this wasn't the case. And that made me happy.

That and it was summer time, and I was looking forward to some fun and fast times with the runnin' crew, Zach, Anna, Eva, and the gang.

The summer passed by relatively uneventfully, however. Sure, it had it's moments. Seeing Spider-Man 2 with Anna, Ambyre, and Dan was pretty kickin'. Some of the hangouts at Than's house were super cool. Zach and his band the Hot Rodder's gave a badass performance in Prairietown. Eva's move was a pretty big deal. Finally don't have to deal with HER anymore. HA! I kid, I kid.

I still have deal with her. I can't help it. She got a cell phone.

Ha! I kid again... or do I?!? No, I do. But not really. Seriously, though.

The Skynyrd concert was rockin', of course. That came at the tail end of the summer, and I pretty much consider it the biggest event that transpired over the three months. I mean, hell, just go back and look at my blog during the summer months. With the exception of a few online quiz results, I really didn't do much in the way of posting.

Then, came the fall. By this time, I had gotten a job at Kruta's bakery. My blogger posts had gone from angsty and regretful, to goofy and nonsensical.

With the exception of around election time. I made a pretty big post about why George W. Bush pisses me off. And why I was voting for Kerry... who lost. Ah, well. Life goes on, I suppose.

Sooooo.... more uneventful time passes.... I got really upset at myself for a while, blaming yours truly for Terry's current prediciment... the depression thing.... of which I no longer blame myself by the way... read the Exorcist.

And then there was the legendary trip to Florida, that I never did get around to telling all you Bloggerites about.

And I'm still not gonna.

Ahhhh.... and then came the legendary Quest Dream. Man, that dream was wacked. Like, wiggidy wack, not the regular type. That Quest Dream raised a lot of issues that I'm still currently working on figuring out.

Anyway of course, Christmas came, which was a rockin' good time. As it usually is.

Christmas was followed by another night of trippy dreams, this one involving God, the devil, and myself... I'm not really sure what to make of that one, and to be honest I don't really think about it. It makes my head hurt.

And then came the next dream about the Mystery Girl. And this dream pretty much solidified that this girl is on my mind quite a bit. And, as I said in the post I made about the dream, I'm still not exactly sure what to do about it. So, I'm going to let things transpire on their own, and not dwell on it. Whatever will be, will be!

And, that's pretty much all the high points! A TON has changed since I started the old Blogger up, back in early '04. People've come and gone, I've gone through changes, other people have gone through changes. Relationships have ended, new ones have started. My sister and Josh got engaged, my mom moved out on her own in a place in St. Louis. I cut my hair.

I'm really glad I started this blog. Way back when, I used to criticize these things, but now I realize that they're really nice for getting some things off your chest, or just goofing around when you're bored.

So, here's to one year of my Blog! And hopefully many more to come! And you punkasses better keep reading, cause I'm gonna keep writing.

And if you don't keep reading, I'll find you. I have powers.

The end.

What Dreams May Come... and What May Come of Them...

Okay. So... Last night, I dreamt about her again.

You all know who I'm talking about. All of you that regularly read my blog anyway... Well, okay, you may not know WHO exactly she is, but.... it's the Mystery Girl, okay, the one from my crazy dream with Darth Vader and the Surrealist Room and the dance and Mr. Redden and Ponivas...

I dreamt about her again last night. I don't remember this one as vividly as the Quest Dream. All I know is this one was WAY more down to Earth. And I think it took place in a few different areas. I seem to remember it starting out with me at work. I don't know why. I think she was there, too (and in case anybody's wondering, no, the Mystery Girl isn't anybody from work.) I remember her telling me something, about how she'd finally decided on going out with this one guy (who was also named, but at the risk of exposing certain aspects I will refrain from naming him) even though she really didn't want to. This sort of made sense in the dream... doesn't really right now, but in the dream it did.

Anyway... a lot of stuff that I can't remember followed.... and the dream ended with the Mystery Girl, me, and several of my friends in a parking lot somewhere. Aaron and Josh were there. So was Anthony. And Paul, I think. Terry, too. And, I wanna say Alex and Chappell, but I'm not sure. I dunno where this parking lot was. Presumabely in the middle of nowhere, as I seem to recall nothing but grass and sky stretching off in every direction from the parking lot. And there was a green hill at one end. In any case, the Girl and I kind of walked away from the group... we were all celebrating something, I think... anyway, she and I walked away, and I put my arm around her, and she put her hand on my hand, which was on her shoulder, and we both looked at each other... and she leaned forward and put her forehead against mine... and we looked at each other for a bit longer... and we got a little closer.

And then my God damned, motherfucking alarm clock went off and abruptly woke me up! And I was insanely bummed by the fact that this was just a dream. Like, I laid there in bed staring at the ceiling doing everything in my power to argue the logic that the dream was real. But alas, as I became more aware of my surroundings, I realized that the dream was simply a dream, and that it had resoundingly been crushed by the vile darkness that is reality.

So, now I'm left to ponder what these dreams mean... well, okay, I think a moron can see what they mean. What I'm left to do is decide what to do about them. Because I don't know. I'm bad at this stuff to begin with, and there are other factors that complicate THIS particular situation. I guess I'll just see where things go from here.

The end.

U.S.A! U.S.A!

So, yesterday I looked in Zach and Terry’s blogs/xangas and I found one of these online, fill-er-out dealies. So, in the spirit of conformity, I too have decided to fill one out. Enjoy! Or don’t, I don’t care.

Name: Timothy Edward Albaugh III… minus III… ah, an oldie but a goody… right, guys?

Age: 20… So damn old…

Zodiac: Sagittarius… born in the year of the Rat.

Location: Collinsville, Illinois

Gender: Male

Birthday: December 9^th, 1984

Height: 5’05”

Weight: 111 lbs.

Eyes: blue

Hair: Varies. Sometimes it’s blonde, sometimes dishwater blonde… I’ve even heard brown on some occasions.

Favorite Band: The Offspring

Favorite Song: One Fine Day… also by the Offspring

Least Favorite: Linkin Park

A band/singer you wished you hated: Blink 182… and the Ataris… I should hate them both on principle… but, alas, I do not.

A band/singer you listen to but hate: Bowling For Soup, JUST for the song “1985”

Favorite one to two lines of a song: Psh… I dunno… I don’t keep track of mundane things like that.

Song that puts you in your happy place: Again… Offspring, “One Fine Day”

Name a depressing song: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day… Glysterine by Bush… Here Without You by 3 Doors Down… Hoo, especially that last one.

Favorite Food: Pork fried rice.

Favorite TV Show: That 70's Show… it was Angel, but the sons of bitches at the WB cancelled it.

Favorite Book: The Exorcist… or The Return of the King.

Favorite Color: Red.

Favorite Season: The Summer. Probably the only man alive that prefers heat to cold. Weirdos…

Favorite movie: Shaun of the Dead

Least favorite: House of 1000 Corpses, Dungeons and Dragons

Which movie have you seen most? Lord of the Rings, Tommy Boy

How many times? Bunches of times.

Why? Because I said so.

Best soundtrack: Lord of the Rings

How are you feeling today? Better than yesterday. Stomach flu. Made me go AGHBLAARGHH!!

Are you usually happy or sad? I like to think I’m a happy individual when I’m not worried about stupid things, or stressed out.

How many people would you like to kill (in the face)? I honestly don’t think I’d want to see anyone DEAD… maybe, like, imprisoned on a deserted island, but not dead.

How's life at home? Groovy

If you have siblings, do you get along with them? Yes, I do. I’d better. She’s basically my landlord.

Have you lost any family members? My grandpa on my dad’s side… my great grandpa John on my mom’s side.

Do you get along with your parents? Yeah.

Have you ever cussed someone out? Yeah, but never in seriousness.

Have you ever mugged someone? Like, with a gun? No, the government doesn’t let me have guns anymore.

What is your greatest fear? Dying alone. Not that I think I will, but it would suck if I did.

What makes you happy? My friends, Especially Zach, Dan, Anna, Terry, Aaron, Anthony, Josh, Paul, Alex… It’s kinda a long list. Writing makes me happy too. And funny stuff.

If you could sit down to a cup of coffee with anyone who would it be? That’s a tough one… probably one of my directing idols… Kevin Smith, Quentin Tarantino, or George Romero.

Do you like to smile? Yes I do

...Do you know smiling is good for you? Yes I do.

Do you get frustrated easily? I can at times.

How tolerant are you of others? Pretty tolerant. But cross me, and I hate you forever.

Do you act your age? Sometimes. Rarely.

Have you ever commited a crime? I… turned left on red once. Yeah, no.

What was it? I told you, I turned left on red.

Have you been in jail? Nope.

Hugs or Kisses: Depends on what the mood calls for. Hugs are cool. So are kisses… but definitely not in public… not anymore leastways… let’s talk about something else!

Candles or Lights: Lights. Candle’s burn.

Stars or Sun: Sunny time!

Brush or Comb: Brush, cause I have long, girl hair.

Pixy Stix or Fun Dip: I dunno, they both make me spaz and forget things.

Dr. Pepper or Mr. Pibb: Whichever one’s cheaper.

Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter: Lord of the Rings, definitely.

Barbies or Action Figures: Action Figures

The Matrix or Minority Report: Don’t get me started on the freaking Matrix…

England or United States: United States… we saved England’s ass in TWO World Wars!

Starbucks or Java City: Don’t give a crap.

CDs or Records: CDs.

Be at the game or Watch the game at home: At the game. Of course, then they lose. Trust me, it makes sense.

Cheetos or Doritos: Cheetos, but only the puffy kinds.

Playstation or Nintendo: Playstation, though I’m not much in the way of gaming anymore.

TV or Movies: Movies. I DO wanna be a director, after all.

Individual or team sports: Uhhh… team. Cause then I don’t have to do anything.

Day or Night: Well, let’s sit down and think about this… I prefer the sun over stars… Summer is my favorite time of the year… Hmmmmm… put it together, stupid.

Mysterious or Outgoing: Outgoing.

Blondes or Brown: I prefer dark hair… yet both of my major relationships have been with blonde’s… ah, the Universe is a funny thing

Blue or Green eyes: Well, again, I prefer dark eyes as well, but out of the two… green.

Virgins or Experienced: Ya know, originally I had virgin, but honestly, as long as they're not some disgusting whore, I won't shun someone who's experienced.

Security or Happiness: I’ll have to agree with Terry and Zach… one and the same, really.

Pool or Spa: Spa.

Books or Internet: Books.

School or Work: Work.

Public Transportation or Private: Private. Now that I can drive.

Color or Black and White Photos: Color. Everything seems too distant in black and white.

Tape or Tacks: What? Who gives a damn?

Bike or Skate: Bike

Out on the town or home in PJs with a movie and food with boy/girlfriend: I don’t HAVE a girlfriend… thank you ever so much for reminding me!

Long but unhappy life or short and fulfilled life: Long and fulfilled. I don’t go for that either/or crap.

Kissing in the rain or kissing infront of the fireplace: Heh… I actually have kissed someone in the rain before. Not in front of a fireplace… well, technically, yes, I’ve done that too, but there was no fire in the fireplace… as to which one I prefer… I dunno, they were both nice.

Be the life of the party or skip out on the party: Life of the party. I love attention, and I’m not afraid to admit it.

Is it okay for the girl to ask the guy out or not: Yes, in fact it makes things easier sometimes.

Skater shoes or Fashionable Shoes: I-don’t-give-a-damn shoes.

Who is the last person that called you? Anna, I think. Or Aaron. Not too sure.

Who is the last person you called? Again, probably Anna or Aaron.

Are you in love? At the moment? No, I wouldn’t say I’m in love.

How many times have you been in love? That’s a toughie. Once for sure, maybe twice. I’d tell you the story, but it’s long. And I don’t feel like it.

Does the person know? Does the girl know I’m not in love with her now? Yeah… they all do, I think. Does the girl I WAS in love with know I was in love with her? Yup. They both do. Again… long story.

Are you in a relationship? Sigh… once again, NO.

If so, for how long? Boy, you just love pouring salt in the wound, don’t ya?

Do you believe there is someone out there for everyone? Yes I do.

Have you ever been dumped? Yes I have. Several times. Again, thanks.

Have you ever dumped anyone? No I have not.

What's the most sexual thing you've done with the opposite sex? I don’t believe that constitutes as YOUR business… you hurt my feelings…

Oh, and by the way ladies... I've got skills!

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