Sunday, April 8, 2001

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

Saturday, April 7, 2001

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

Friday, April 6, 2001

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)

Monday, March 26, 2001

The Crackhead Flautist

Dear Diary,

I am over at the casa de dread right now chillin with princess sake on my lap.

And before you people start in with me, no I do not have another girlfriend, it is the cat of bliss and dread.

I chilled last nite with my homies for a bit, played some away team, and dirty and tatt2gyrl chilled at my apartement smoking bowls of stupid.

And then I went over the chick across the street's house and chilled with her and her homies. The redheaded chick was there, as was this girl Michelle, Renee's best friend.

Michelle is also a roommate to the girl across the street. She is moving to Venuzuela in a few weeks, and she reminds me of Uma Thurman. She's the skinny type and when she smiles, she reminds me of the poster of Uma I have in my room smiling.

But she has a boyfriend with whom she is moving to Venuzuela with. He currently lives in California, if my memory serves.

Dread says that he is soo much better than me at 1st person shooters. It's a fact. He's just that cool.

What else.

Oh yeah, the girl across the street says that I'm unanimously voted in as their next roommate, when Michelle moves to Venuzuela. I'm unsure as to what to think of this. Really. I mean I'm not really considering moving in with a chick I've known for two months, I've learned my lesssons in that department, much less leaving my current roommates high and dry. On top of that I like my current apartment much better than hers.

But it might be a young man like mine's fantasy. Hanging out in an apartment with a chick I met on the internet that sees me as a 'cool guy', her best friend who has a crush on me, another friend of the crew who also wants me, and their whole host of other friends who are chicks who undoubtably want me in a bad bad way. And none of them seem to care that others in the crue are pursuing me. Maybe they are all trying to compete to get me.

It's nice to be wanted. By hot chicks. :)

/rizzn "pimpasaurus" do'urden

Quote of the Entry: ", i woke up this morning thinking. "hey! i should update my diary today. i should talk about wheat thins". but i am not sure why i was thinking this, or what i would write about wheat thins. okay! that's a lie." - celinha

Saturday, March 24, 2001

I am a hottie too.

Dear Diary,

It's 2:03am and NO ONE IS UP IN MY APARTMENT! What the fsck is up wid dat?

I just got back from dropping foo off at his apartment after seeing Mike D (of the Beastie Boys) spin down at the Lizard Lounge.

I met this chick there, well, I wouldn't say I met this chick, more like I saw this chick that I absolutely wanted in a bad bad way as soon as I saw her. This blonde haired 6'3 or 6'4" (essentially as tall as I am) chick ... Holy snot.

But alas she said she had a boyfriend she was there with when I wanted to buy her a drink.
Oh well, I've got plenty of chicks to date and I'm sure if she breaks up with her current boyfriend she'll give me a call right away. I know she dug me. Who wouldn't, right?

(Just let the Rizzn ramble, he's got a big head -- heh heh heh)

It's official. I think just about every single human being I know with a computer is on diaryland now. Another one of our friends just joined. I'd link her but she's not sure she wants the rest of the world to know about it yet.

Dangit. I'm becoming the socialite and I wanna go out and do something. What am I becoming, this non-geek thing? Quick! Where's a video game?

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "I am a hottie and I am cool as fuck. Why can't I find a man? - tatt2gyrl

Friday, March 23, 2001

weird you

Dear Diary,

Hey Diary, what's happening.

I'm fscking tired from staying up all night last night and taking intermittent naps all day. I feel kinda loopy which is odd since I'm not on anything. Natural high. Whatever.

Why was I up all night last night? Because I was working on this song: Dido's Thank You.

I urge you all to go download this song because I think it's the best thing I've done yet. Which isn't saying much but hey, everyone has given it rave reveiews so far.

So I'm sitting here waiting for a chick to call me and some people to get back to the apartment so I can have fun tonite. Will it happen? Will it fall thru? I don't know! That's the magical interestingness of my life!

Apparently due to me, everyone at WIT is going to get fired. I can say this, I sure have mixed emotions about this. The people who are true fscks up there are going to be duely punished, and I think the sh!t that's going wrong up there is being discovered, but on the other hand, Crackbaby stands to lose his job due to this.

Otherwise I'd be grinning ear to ear about that. Single-handedly taking down an 11 million dollar a year company, that's quite an accomplishment.

What's the offense? In some javascripts on the last project I worked on, I had variable names like HulkHogan, JakeTheSnake, rubberdonkey, yix, and yax.

Apparently during the code review, Finland had a sh!t fit, told the IT director at Nokia that they were going to fire him and the whole WIT team if they weren't changed by Monday.

So CBL is stuck doing all the changes on it.

He's not really happy about this if you can imagine.

I'm tired. I'm going to go rest on the couch until someone comes here.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "2 hours later I return to this. And I have no idea what I was writing about. Um. Yeah. Weird."- crackbaby

Friday, March 16, 2001

Giggling Things

Dear Diary,

I went out on that date with the chick who gave me her number at the party at the chick across the street's house. Not the girl who took me to the club but the girl who I talked to all nite.

She's pretty cool, and stuff. And we still had things left over to talk about when the night was over, but she seems to be the type who can't stand the akward silences, which is something that doesn't bother me. I like time to think and analyze to myself because if you aren't silent sometimes, you aren't learning.

I also hung out with Sam today, which is cool. We went out to the cafe brasil, and we saw carolanne and amy as well while we were out. I think I've consumed more caffeine today then I've consumed in days and days.

I also updated my diary layout a little bit to include all the new folks in me life that are online with dland. I'm not sure how I feel about that becaus3e of the whole idea of having a diary is that you put thoughts in it that other people don't normally see. But then I figure, I've known most of these people long enough that anything that I say probably won't affect our friendships any so they can just deal with anything they don't like.

Or tell me about it. Whatever.

Anyways, I got to pay foo back tonite by getting him as drunk as he got me last night at the village.

So latahz.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "Anyway, 17 people liking me makes me giggle."- tenderpoison