Rant about nothing in particular of any interest to anyone outside my social circle

Dear Diary,

The point of life is not to get a girlfriend as a substitute for all your friends. This is one of the main reasons I don't actively pursue chicks.

Sure sure, I pursue chicks but one of the reasons I haven't picked up a steady lately is not for lack of opportunity, but primarily because I haven't found a girl that jives with the crew very well.

Take Phitt and Crackbaby for example. Their girls, Melissa and LittleAbby respectively, hang out with us and have meaningful things to say to us on a regular basis with or without their counterparts.

Even with b00radley and his ex, Tanya who wasn't necesarily a favorite in the apartment, she still got along with and hung out with us on a regular basis, not isolating her and her boyfriend from the rest of the crew.

I know that I'm not always innocent of being 'part of the crew' with my relationships with girls sometimes but I think at this point we have all learned our lesson. Or at least I hope so.
Where am I going with this? I'm not sure. I've been accused of being a so-called friend to someone, and I read that someone here is going to become a hermit with his girlfriend. The circumstances of this individual leaving were very weird, and they are still a bit to fresh I think to post to the public coming from anyone but the source. And at the risk of angering this individual I'm going to also say that the circumstances of this individual's leaving of the apartment were very irresponsible and could have had serious repercussions not only for the individual but for the rest of our crew.

So the situation surrounding his departure from our company were both weird and touchy. So no wonder why we don't post about it on the internet. I would say if I were an outside observer such as our accusor who had inside information of the whole turn of events that we were being more respectful rather than non-friend-like.

This is so freaking highschool.

But this is me doing my d*land civic duty and using my page as a soapbox and trying to stir up drama at the same time of letting some of my feelings coming up to the surface.

In other news, what's the deal with India and this monkey man scare that they have going on? It's crazy! Go check it out, it's in the Oddly Enough section on Yahoo! news.

Over and out mein freunds...

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: " I find it rather odd that [Dread's] so-called "friends" haven't even mentioned him lately or really acted like friends period. Piss on them.- uzume "

An update with actual information in it! Yay for the Rizznite Historians

Dear Diary,

What's new? Not much here. I'm thinking about being more and more creative lately. I think I'm going to finally fill out some of those missing endings to those stories I started ages ago on this here diary, and I'm going to write some new stories.

Nothing new has been going on lately. This weekend I went to Tyler and got to visit with my good buddies and family alike. My buddies aren't doing so well but my family seems to be doing alright.

My entire family was pleased by my decision to go back and get some school, even if it was only to get a certification (I have decided to get a project management certification from the local community college).

So happy with me in fact that they even lent me money with out my asking. They often do that when I'm in favor with them. When this is the case they have this game they play, and it's called "Who can slip Rizzn the most money secretly."

Throughout the weekend various members of my family will give me arbitrary amounts of money all secret like and say don't tell anyone about this. Like I'm selling them drugs or something. My mom won this round, she gave me like a hundred bucks. My dad and gramma gave me some too.

I guess you could say I win every time instead of any other member of the family. Because I'm the one walking away with the ca$h. Heh.

In an unrelated comical note, I applied for a non-tech job at the local Half-Priced books (that's not the comical part you doof, you'll know it when you read it).

*waits for uproarious laughter to subside*

At any rate, they have two openings available. One is for work on the sales floor. I want this one. A) Because it's easy, and B) because lots of hot chicks hang out at that location and I feel it's prime fishing grounds. But the other opening was in the warehouse. (blech) And on the application for that there was a section where you list any experience, skills, hobbies, abilities, or other such nonsense that would aid you, attach additional pages if neccesary. I figured I really didn't want to do manual labor for a living, so I decided to put "In my spare time I pick up items and put the back down in a different place on top of other things (neatly)."

Maybe I'll get the job.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: (from the chat logs)

TenderPoison17: My hero! You need a harem to take care of you and make you feel better.
RznDoUrdn: hrmm... Do you know anyone I can have in a harem?
TenderPoison17: Well, I'm available! I'm sure I could find a few other chick willing too if you like!
RznDoUrdn: Sure! you could be my harem manager.
TenderPoison17: ooh! I've never been a manager before.

What Darkness Lies in the Hearts of Men? The Rizzn Knows.

Dear Diary,

Hi. Things are good. And you? Great, good to hear it.

If you want to email me, now you are able to: rizzn@espionage-enterprises.com. Which incidentally is the domain of the girl across the street's roommate.

I don't know how reliable that email address is so I imagine we'll just have to see how long I keep it. But I don't see it being too terribly unreliable.

Anyways. I have noticed the providence that I have been experiencing over the last few days and have come to the conclusion that it cannot be just coincidence or chance. I have been essentially unemployed for a good while now and except for maybe one or two days have not been without money in my pocket. Either I find a ten dollar bill here, or someone pays me for a ride to this or that from the neighborhood or what have you. It's cool.

Furthermore, balderdash and rumplemints. Because in heretofore unmentioned untold millions, what undid the unmentionables was indiscriminate absolution.

And stuff!

Over and out. Mail me.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: ""I have come again, look for me where the darkness lies, where the evil of men is apparent.. look for me on the internet" - the chancellor

Recessions rule

Dear Diary,

Hi how have you been. I've been ... unemployed.

Things right now are not the best they've ever been. However I have a few things that look up in my life that I can now point to as sources of happiness.

For one, our brother dirty is back. It was a long arduous trip that was long and arduous to say the least to get him, but I'm glad we did it. For another, during my stint of unemployment I have been able to eat smoke and pay rent somehow. For another, we have internet access back. Which is good.

I am still breathing, which I guess is another. Ack.. I don't really want my welcome back entry to be a bitch session. I've been re-reading everyone else's old entries over the time I've been offline and that seems to be what theirs are like, somewhat. (ever the one to go against the grain, that is I).

The update on my life? Hrmm.. well for the past 35 days or so I haven't updated, I've been turned down for more jobs then I've ever applied for in my life for some unknown reason. I've been down to my last dollar for the last 2 months just about (which is probably nothing new for me, it just seems worse when you don't have a job).

I've made a lot of music, because it fills the void and the time. No one really appreciates the music I make, I feel, but I guess I do and that's what really matters since I am really just making it for myself anyways.

There was some weird drama with Dread when I came back that I didn't quite fully understand, more on that scoop later when details emerge. The gist of it is he is moving out and back to Sulpher Springs.

Right now I'm tired as a mug. Except for about 2 hours of sleep, I've been up since I woke up yesterday, which was around noon. Granted I had about 16 hours of sleep before that, but I'm now of the opinion all my reserve energy is used up. So I'm going to take my leave now with the promise that I will return later with more updateness.

Also, I have no email address for the diary, so hold all questions until they will no longer bounce and I will put up an email address you can talk to me at.

Bis Spater

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "There is a 90% chance we will enter a full recession over the next two years."- Alan Greenspan (thanks a ton buddy)

I Have a Toy that I wish would come alive

Dear Diary,

I write this entry like so many others, under a shotgun because one of the people who knows where I sleep is forcing me into it.

Anyways. I had fun at the party. Except when the girl across the streets current thing decided to set up the girl across the street's best friend with some friend of his. That was a downer. I don't know that she was digging him a bunch but whatever. Bottom line is I didn't go home with her or have any major leads on chicks. I think I left my magical pimping decoder ring in my bathroom or something.

Oh wait! I know what it was, I didn't wear my pimp jacket. Damnit.

Anyways, I'm exceedingly bored right now. I guess I'll try to make some music.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "But I didn't do it! It was my toys! They came alive and they got water on the floor all by themselves! I didn't do it! Don't punish me! I want a story! WAAAAAAH!"- naomi

How drunk is too drunk?

Dear Diary,

I just got back from a Paul Oakenfold concert/show/rave thingy. It wasn't as good as previously advertised because mainly it was at the Bronco Bowl which now is in my opinion a really poor venue. However I did have a reasonable amount of fun there. I didn't exercise the Amazing Magical Pimping Powers of Rizzn (TM) (Patent Pending) for a number of reasons, primary among these a) every kandy raver cutie there had a kandy raver boiee with her, and b) I'm saving up all my magical pimping powers for the party with the girls tomorrow night.

Q: What kind of shoes does Scooby Doo wear?
A: Scooby Shoes!

We are currently working on our screenplay for M & M's the movie.

So the party with the girls is tomorrow night. I hung out with them last night and got the girl across the street's best friend drunk.

There is a real fine line between getting a girl drunk enough to want to fool around and getting a girl took drunk to stay awake. I have yet to have found this line.

She passed out the second we got back to her apartment last night. Bummer.

Good times, good times.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "Whatchoo talkin bout, satan." - Gary Coleman

Jorge and Cynthia, sittin in a tree F S C K I N G!

Dear Diary,

I switched my format again. Don't ask me why. I guess it needed to be done since whazzup.org is officially dead. Sorry. I don't have the capital to keep it up. It's only fitting.

My life has really come crashing down here in the last week or so. Let's run down the list of events.

I don't have a job. This much we know. I have no new real job offers on the plate worth mentioning up to today, in which I got one new one.

Whazzup is officially gone. Which mean our LLC's credit rating is probably completely ruined. We'll probably have to file bankruptcy on it sometime soon. There goes about 5000 bucks down the drain. That's just my money. Not to mention all the money everyone else has invested in that company.

Our investment money from overseas that I have been banking my hopes and dreams on for the last four or five months officially fell through this week.

Details: I get a call from the bank vice president saying my account is under investigation or some crap because a suspicious transfer was attempted. 7.5million dollars. They blocked it of course. Even though that's what I told them the account was for. I hate banks.

So then I couldn't pay rent because of that. Then they accuse me of fraud and money laundering.

The reality of not having a job hit me this week. Other roommates announced their intention to leave. We get a late notice on our payment of rent. Basically my life sucks.

I hate being depressed. I wasn't depressed previous to this week. But now I just want to jump off a tall building. I sleep more and more everyday to avoid being awake. Being awake reminds me of my situation and my dashed dreams.

What's the most money you've ever lost in one day? How about over the course of your entire life? I bet it doesn't equal one tenth of what I lost on wednesday. I lost 7.5 million dollars.

Anyways. I'm just bringing everyone down. I'll sign off now. Just wanted to update since it's been a while and everyone has been bugging me to do so. I just so much hate putting in morbid entries. Laugh and the world laughs with you but everyone hates a whiner.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "Jorge has a thing for Cynthia!"- crackbaby (it's an inside thing, you'd have to be there)