quickie

what do terri schiavo, the pope, and stalin have in common?


i'm glad they're all dead.

bars are pretty gay

so anyway i get the bright idea to go out to a bar last night with some friends for a few hours

before i even get to the bar, on the metro, this random black guy offers me the rest of his vodka. even if i didnt hate vodka i wouldnt take it, for all i know it was rubbing alcohol or lighter fluid or something equally poisonous. anyway after i decline he proceeds to chug the rest to himself and get off the metro without saying a word. so either it was vodka all along or there's one less alcoholic for the world to deal with now.

after we get upstairs in the bar this emo band comes on and the music is so fucking loud my head nearly explodes six times a second, not to mention people are already starting to ramble about nonsense due to the alcohol they're cramming down their throats. except instead of rambling it was more like screaming at the top of their lungs every other second.

then, a second room opens up where we all migrate to so we can jump around like retards to the amusement of anyone else watching. a whole bunch of stupid boring crap happens here that i'm not going to write about but it includes people getting shoved head-first into the side of the stage which was pretty amusing i guess.

then our friend jess leaves out of nowhere which i guess means everyone else left at the same time, leaving me and kayla in this sweaty pit of death to look for people who are probably home by now. anyway we leave at around 1:20am which means the metro is closed and we're in the middle of downtown stranded like retards. just then we see two guys we know where at the bar, and ask them what they're doing next to a cop car. turns out one of them accidentally cut the other one's arm pretty badly, and after getting medical attention the guy gets a 400$ fine for carrying a weapon or something. hah.

they tell us to take the night bus towards verdun to get home so we walk to the bus stop. let's just say my body felt like a crash test dummy from moshing and i was almost throwing up from eating ONE FRENCH FRY from la belle province. after like 20 minutes the two guys decide to hail a cab which takes about ten minutes despite the fact that there are more taxis than cars and almost every single one of them is vacant. eventually the bus comes but we realize that it only goes to atwater. anyway to make a long story short it took until 3am to get home and bars are gay

oh by the way

if you're still reading this site maybe you should head over to http://outbursts.blogspot.com and check out what's new.

I hate Mozilla

I'm changing the site's layout AGAIN to this one from maystar. I'm not done converting it so the comment links aren't there right now (among other things I have to do). Anyway, I'm leaving now to go play cards or something, then getting my haircut tomorrow so just hang tight and the site will be done soon.

AH MY EYE

I just put some Extra-Strength Bengay on my wrist because it was sore.
Then I rubbed my eye using said wrist.
Now, I can barely see out of that eye. Way to go, me.

And this site is unreadable in Mozilla or other browsers that aren't Internet Explorer which probably means I'll be redoing it... again.

Now with 50% less cancer

So I totally redid the entire site over the last two nights and added a little avatar to our posts so you can see who wrote it without that ugly pink or blue text getting in the way. Shoutbox is coming soon, or whenever I get around to it.

Still have to fix my AudioMatch.net image and possibly a few other things but tell me if you like the new layout by clicking the comment link at the bottom of this post.

And by the way, Stoney. That picture of you is staying like that until you get a job! Bunn you!

PlayCS.com is terrible

So anyway a few months ago I saw this site called www.playcs.com which was free e-mail for gamers specifically Counter-Strike players. I thought, "Hey, I'm a gamer, specifically a Counter-Strike player, so I should sign up!" and soon enough streak@playcs.com was my e-mail account. Since then I have signed up for probably about a dozen different sites using streak@playcs.com as my primary e-mail. There was about two weeks of server downtime at playcs.com meaning I couldn't get into my e-mail. I thought this was acceptable since I didn't really NEED it that badly, but that it was still pretty annoying. So, after it went back up, there was a short period where I had e-mail. Then, it went down again. For like 3 weeks. The only difference was that this time, there was a notice on the main page saying that they would be back next week better than ever! I figured I could wait through this.

Today, PlayCS.com has been turned into a forum and the e-mail accounts are all gone. To sign up for an account, you have to pay 3 US dollars (minimum) and even if you do this, all your old saved e-mails are erased no matter what. So basically, without warning, PlayCS.com erased quite a few relatively important e-mails I had saved, then had the nerve to ask for money so I can keep my account.

I am not happy, and I can assure you the day I pay money for PlayCS.com's e-mail service is the day they implement the "do your homework" feature.
Not that I do homework anyway.

Oh, and the shoutbox is a little messed up right now but I'm too busy to fix it. Maybe soon.

Jazz times ten

Holy shit I really haven't blogged in a long time. So now to both my loyal fans I present to you with a description of one of my major pet peeves:

You know when you take the metro and go to get off at your stop? Well how it usually works is everybody gets off, then the people who were waiting to get on approach the train and go through the doors. It's just like, understood that that's how it works. You just fucking know. Well, I can't STAND when people try to get on the metro as soon as the doors open even if there are people waiting to get off. If someone is getting off, it makes no fucking sense to get in their way, block them, or shove past them when it makes no difference how fast the metro leaves. The whole "I'm in a hurry" excuse is invalid, because the metro still has to wait for the people to get off for it to close its doors. I don't understand how any human smart enough to figure out how to pay ticket fare and walk down a flight of stairs can not grasp the concept of letting the metro empty out before filling it up more. It just lacks so much common sense it makes my head hurt some times. Oh, and don't get me started on people who actually shove past people to get on the metro. I'm getting angry just thinking about it.

In other, non blood-pressure-increasing news, I got my SIN today. Basically this means I can legally work in Canada to get some freakin' MONEY. It's about time. GO ME! GO CANADA!

Edit: The spell check on this blogging hoodickey tried to correct the following words:
blogged (You'd think they would know what it meant)
fucking (It's a real word, people!)
freakin' (I can understand this one, I guess)
CANADA (What the fuck? It also suggested I replace it with "CANADA". Real smart spell checker there)
doohickey (Kind of expected)

Edit2: I spelled doohickey wrong the first time. Hahahaha, hoodickey.

WHAT THE FUCK

It appears that the image I was linking to has been taken off the Yahoo! servers. Trust me, it's for your own good.
So in conclusion, Christina Aguilera is ugly.

Let Me Make This Clear

The "en" you see me and Stoney using all over the place is kind of an inside joke. It is kinda making fun of stereotypical Italians who add "en?" to the end of their sentences. It is pronounced more like "an" with a... hard A or something. Some examples follow:

Let's go eata some pasta en?
You maka no sense en?
What the fuck, en? (This is where the title of the blog comes from)

So don't read it as "What the fuck, 'n'" anymore. It's "What the fuck, en?" Anyway, that joke just got unfunny by explaining it so I might rename the blog real soon.

I Think I'm Dying

So I'm still kinda sick from earlier on in the week, except now my throat is cleared up and my head is stuffed up. So I get the genius idea to put this minty cream on my schnozz to clear up my nose. It's kinda like Vicks VapoRub except not Vicks. Now the fumes are going directly into my eyes and water is pouring out of them nonstop. Seriously, there is a tear every ten seconds or so. Hopefully when my mom gets back with the Neo-Citron I'll feel better.