drblueday

50 Things you may or may not know about me

Tue, 01 Jun 2004 23:48:17 GMT

Even though my life is really an open book:

1. I was scouted by Colleges to play hockey.
2. I rejected them to play "pro" it was a low level minor league team
3. I got in a car accident that ended my "career"
4. My pro stats are as follows: 1 game played, 3 shots on goal, 3 saves.
5. I'm a natural athlete.
6. I have really ugly feet.
7. I wear a lot of black.
8. I have lost everything I owned at one point or another.
9. I washed my phone Saturday.
10. It's broken.
11. I get excited when a new flavor Pepsi comes out.
12. I order only diet soda when I go out to eat.
13. I call it "diet Pepsi/coke"
14. My favorite number is 206
15. I still consider myself a New Yorker
16. I miss California
17. I'm at school now, for my third career change so far.
18. It was my birthday Monday
19. I was drunk almost all weekend
20. I'm very self-destructive
21. I've been to rehab
22. I hate pot. I think it's retarded.
23. I'm allergic to tetnus.
24. I was going to be married on 8/16 of this year
25. I've had my name legally changed to Alex
26. I don't like having guy friends
27. My best friends have always been girls
28. I can run the 40 in 3.7
29. I hold the record in Riverside County for most stolen bases in a season
30. I once played Playstation for 20 hours
31. I like to wander around a mall
32. I'm never really "happy"
33. I'm bitter almost everyday
34. I know the words to every Britney Spears song
35. The first girl I had a crush on, was Laurie Neggliazzo
36. My first date was with a gal named Ashley
37. I dated a half black girl named Nina for a year and a half
38. She is now a stripper in Rialto
39. I get nervous talking on the phone, so I don't do it.
40. That has cost me 3 or 4 relationships in my life
41. I'm very lazy
42. I think everybody stares at me if I have an imperfection
43. I shave my chest
44. I'm always late. SUP BRI!
45. I can't leave the house without wearing a watch
46. I've never mowed a lawn in my life.
47. I walk around my house in my underwear all the time
48. I don't like IMing people on AIM so much. I like to talk on AIM, but I don't like to make the "first IM move"
49. I'm the worst driver alive. None of my family, friends or former girlfriends let me drive ever.
50. I change my look almost monthly
51. I'm going to keep on going here
52. The best compliment I ever got was once someone telling me: "You remind me of David Letterman"
53. I shoplift
54. I almost was caught once, but I drove away before rent a cop could do anything
55. I have no idea what my natural hair color is
56. I enjoy reading live journals, but don't comment in them so much
57. I have never eaten pie in my life.
58. The food kind. Get your minds out of the gutter
59. I don't like ice cream, cake, or candy
60. I used to smoke a pack of cigs a day
61. I eat fast
62. When I go out to eat, I only order Hamburgers, Chicken fingers or a french dip
63. I keep my stuffed penguin Mortimer in my car with me
64. Most of the shows I like, nobody watches or heard off
65. I can watch Law and Order all day
66. When I went to a strip club a few months ago, I thought the stripper liked me at the time.
67. I have no idea what Blueday means it was my ex-fiances idea and never took the time to ask
68. Nobody but myself has ever been on The Blueday profile
69. I went to a Bible high school
70. I was suspended every year
71. I have not seen ET, any of the Star Wars, Titanic, or any Godfathers
72. I'm half Greek and half Italian
73. I'm 26th cousins with Jennifer Aniston
74. The worst gift I ever got was a Friends board game from my ex fiance last year on my 22nd birthday
75. I'd sell my soul to be famous
76. The highlight of my life was when I sat behind David Letterman's desk and threw a pencil to the backdrop
77. Second was when i saw Britney Spears having lunch on Melrose
78. I miss Melrose Place
79. I would never miss an episode of 90210, until Kelly got amnesia. Then I stopped watching
80. I know that Britney Spears hates her feet
81. I have never said LOL while talking to someone
82. I like Prince songs
83. I hope Kobe and Jacko go to jail forever
84. I have never had a cavity
85. I've had 3 surgeries.
86. I don't know how to spell "surgury" or it's plurral form
87. I can't say the word "specific"
88. I don't have a nickname. Everyone calls me Alex. My ex-fiance did call me "Toids" though.
89. I'm a certified massuse.
90. I have failed various drivers tests 7 times in my life.
91. When I get a headache, I think I'm having an anyerism and will die.
92. Any bumps I have, I assume are cancer.
93. I'm jinxed
94. My sister can beat me up, but she can beat you up too.
95. I'm amazed I got to 100 things
96. I'm a slob
97. I can't pass a mirror without looking at it
98. I like airports
99. I've never lost a fight
100. I think I can talk my way out of anything.

Wow am I proud.

Fri, 14 May 2004 02:14:01 GMT

See, it's now weekly. But, that is what I'm not "proud" of. Well, actually I am.

Anyways, so Howard Stern came to town this week and is doing shows at Hard Rock. We had VIP tickets for today [Thursday]. I thought when I was there on Tuesday and pissed next to Beetlejuice that would be more then enough.

Well, that was before I went with my mom.

You see, Mom has giant boobs.

Lets remember that is is a Howard Stern crowd.

She was moved to The VIP section with Beetlejuice.

Never in my life have I been prouder then to have your mom on cable TV flashing her boobs.

And because everyone loves the exchanges between me and my mom..

Alex: Mom, you work in the medical field. Was it a good idea to flash the camera?
Mom: I had sunglasses on. Stop being a fag.

God bless her. So, please if you want to see my mom watch Howard Stern live in Vegas next week on E!. We get there and they are like:

Guy: Would you like to be in the front
Me: SURE!
Guy: Not you.
Me: Oh.
Guy: I was talking about that broad your here with.
Me: That is my mom.
Guy: Sure.

While this is going on, Mom is taking shots of Patron. Also, Bri can attest my mom does not look 50 at all and I don't look 22. Many people are pretty shocked we are mother and son. Which really creeps me out. Anyways, mom gets to go to the front and OLE Alex is stuck in the back with guys who smell of BO. All broads, front. Guys? Back. Also, Jenna was supposed to be there, but hell if I saw her. Again, that depressed me. Also, my mom got VIP passes to Pleasures. I'm not quite sure how to ask my Mom for VIP passes to a strip club. Because if you know my family that will be years of mocking for being a horny perv. WOE IS ALEX.

OH, I did win 500 in craps.

SEACREST OUT!

Daily, to weekly, to monthly

Sun, 02 May 2004 06:33:34 GMT

So, I'm going to try update this more often. Because I live such a grand life. By grand, I'm lying. I also say that I'm going to update this more often EVERY time. I lie, but I'll try to bring you my life weekly. But still, a lot has happened to me in oh say a month. Like, you know when I got back from Bri's house my gallbladder exploded. As it turns out mixing dangerous diet pills with percosets? Not a grand idea. But my unhealthy addiction with painkillers is not the point of this little venture. OH NO. Well, it does, but still.

So, my little sister LOri is out from Boston. Now, let me tell you about my sister. I love her. She is like a best friend to me. Why? She is only 18 months younger then me and my mom raised us as "twins" So, we get along wonderfully. Anyways, our friend Merrisa is turned 21 yesterday. So, Lori calls to wish her a happy birthday. Get this. She is in Vegas, and we have not seen her in 5 years. So, in that bizare stroke of luck we go to meet up with her. Even odder she is staying where my step-father works. So, we plan to meet up with them. She is there with her boyfriend, who lemme tell you is like 6'8. Dude is tall. So,I feel emasculated again at my ever impressive 5'9 tallocity.

So, we plan to go to The Rum Jungle. It's a club in Mandalay Bay. It's fun and crowded. I point out that there are not a lot of good looking people here. We all agree that is the case. I think the ugly girls infront of us took exception. Why? They were dressed in those retarded mini poofy skirts that are all the rage with the whores nowadays. Plus they had tits that were in like training bras. I mean, they were FLAT! So, you would think they woudl have a really banging rest of the body to make up for that? YOU WOULD BE WRONG THERE CHAMP! Sidenote, why when girls are that flatchested go out of their way show cleavage? Irony boys and girls. IRONY. So, we get into the club. By now I'm at about 3 Captain and Diets and a morphine. Why? Well, my neck really hurts from it being broken and all and I need relief. Plus, I love pain pills. BACK TO REHAB KIDS!

So, we are in there and this Mexican guy is TOTALLY trashed and makes a b-line for my sister. This pissed me off because how did he know I was her brother? That happens to me all the time. Guys used to hit on my fiance in front of me. Waiters, cashiers, all of them so I'm used to it. But I'm uncomfortable because my sister is not pushing him away and well he is Mexican. WHAT IS A BROTHER TO DO? Step in? WAIT HE IS TRYING TO KISS HER! And is trying to grind up on her.

WELL! That is where the line was drawn. The second he got that close he got a vice grip on his balls and the other hand was on his neck cutting off his air and this was said: "Get the fuck away from here, or I'll rip your balls off and feed them to you." Lets just say, dude left scared.

Did I do that? No. That was my sister laying the smack down on "Jose." See, Lori is a primed ass kicking machine from Hockey. Like when a guy came to buy her a drink (Which she talked him into buying us all a round of Grey Goose) Justin was like: "Are you worried your sister is going with a strange guy?" "No, because Lori will kill him if he tried anything." Justin misse the ball feeding incident and we filled him him. I think he got scared of Lori after that.

Moving on. At this point I was WELL hammered. You know the type of hammered when you then go off wandering drunkingly? Well, there I was roaming the dance floor. When I saw this super hot girl dancing alone. I was all like WHATS GOING ON? LETS DANCE HOTTIE! So we were dancing the night away. And there was magic let me tell you. I felt a tap on my shoulder. COULD THIS BE ANOTHER DREAMY BROAD? WELL COULD IT?

No. It was my sister. I was like: LORI YOU ARE RUINING MY FLOW BITCH! Sadly that was my exact quote. Because she then started to laugh at me. You see, Rum Jungle is dark. I'm also VERY blind. I'm also very drunk. As it turns out I'm getting nasty with that same flat chested ugly broad from the line. I then try to burn my tongue for entering a foregin nation like that. I was replused. And the laughter did not help. I do wander how ugly girl reacted to my sister pulling me away, it dawning on me and them laughing at me. Lets hope she slashed her wrists. I hope she does die for tricking me into making out with her. God I hate myself sometimes.

So, tis about 1:30 and me making out with ugly chicks is enough for us to swing out of The Rum Jungle. GET IT! SWING? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HOW PUNNNY! THAT WAS EVEN FUNNY!!! Christ. Anyways there was a Karoke deal going on at "The Bay" Merrisa wants to enter, beause she feels singing drunk is funny. I for one agree. Justin feels that he can't do such a thing. But I pointed out that 6'7 dude singing Toxic would be hilarious. Because, well it would. So, we all plan to sing Toxic, and I get called gay for picking that. But I point out I was making out with a girl. Granted a beast, but still. So, long story short we take to the stage to do our group preformance of Toxic. Luckily Merrisa is a trained dancer so she danced as the other 3 took turns singing.

Get this. In the contest we came in 5th. That was enough for a 200 dollar prize. We figured it would be a fine time to travel to McDonalds. But since we all were having a tough time walking, let alone driving we walked to one. This is where the story gets interesting. Not the fact I ate 2 McGriddles, but really. See, while dining at this fine establishment we noticed a black bum with a limp. He even looked too trashy for McDonalds, so that should tell you something. So, we get up to throw away our garbage, because we care about the enviorment. We get back to our table and notice two things. One the bum was gone. Two so was Lori's purse.

Now, after a full night of boozing, girl was ready to kill. Or as she put it: "WHERE IS THAT FUCKING NIGGER, I'LL KILL HIM!" The racism is strong with her. The bum also had good taste since it was a Louie Vitton bag, hence her anger. For some reason we were asked to leave McDonalds as my sister was yelling: "YOU'VE SEEN THAT NIGGER BEFORE WHERE IS HE? I'LL KILL HIM! I'LL CRIPPLE HIS OTHER LEG!" Again, why we were asked to leave, I don't know. But that is when Lori went on a stalking mission. She then was flying down the street looking for that crippled bum. After her walking the streets a few times she noticed another bum around The McDonalds. This was my favorite:

Lori: WHERE IS THAT CRIPPLED PIECE OF SHIT!
Bum: WHOA!
Lori: WHERE IS THAT NIGGER, HE FUCKING STOLE MY PURSE! I'LL KILL HIM!
Bum: I just got here, but I'll put the word out.

I like a few thing here. One my sister being very racist and two the bum saying he just got her like it's his job. Anyways we walk back to The Bay to get the car to pursue a car search. You'll notice our suprise when we get back to The McDonalds and her pocketbook just magically showed up.

All the cash was gone from it.

All 3 dollars she had in there.

Seacrest Out.

About time I update this.

Wed, 03 Mar 2004 01:42:06 GMT

Well, it's about time I update my journal. You see, my mom and I have a unique relantionship. We have exchanges that are not really normal. LETS WATCH ABOUT OUR DAY ON SUNDAY!

First, I woke up at about 930. I talk to my Mom.

Mom: Alex, you're coming with me.
Alex: Where am I going?
Mom: Where I take you.
Alex: You're going to kill me, huh?
Mom: I wish.

So, I then go into my room and change. I think I look pretty sharp. I was wearing a beanie that gave us this exchange:

Mom: What are you wearing?
Alex: Jeans.
Mom: No, on your head.
Alex: A beanie. I feel it looks pretty sharp
Mom: Yeah, well you look like a walking penis.
Alex: And you wonder why you keep getting fired.
Mom: Fuck you Alex.

Moving on we go food shopping. Now, in Vegas, there is a problem with hobos. You see, they are in every parking lot and ask you for money. I mean, you can't go to a strip mall in Vegas without a Hobo asking you for money. This pisses Mom off.

Hobo: Could you spare some money please to help me out?
Mom: No.
Hobo: Thank you for your time.
Mom: But, I'll pay for a collect call for you to call your mother for help.
Hobo: My mother is dead.
Mom: With a son like you? NO WAY! Where is she I'll send flowers for you.
Hobo: What is your problem lady?
Mom: Just what I thought, (Mom then proceeds to laugh)

We made three stops, and three times Mom picked a fight with a hobo. It was then I knew she would get stabbed by a hobo.

Alex: Mom, I'm pretty sure one day a hobo will kill you.
Mom: I'll kill them before they think about coming after me.
Alex: How are you not in jail?
Mom: I'm smart.

And people wonder how I became a sarcastic person.

The first time

Fri, 06 Feb 2004 20:16:12 GMT

For only the second time in my life I have had had a death in the family. I really don't know how to react. It was all so sudden. I felt I had finally had everything going for me, I had a good job and everything... but... this was just too much.

My aunt had been living in Vegas with my Mom for a 6 months now. She had worked in media outlets in New York and wanted to be closer to her sister so she moved out to Las Vegas. My mom like she always did helped Jean out. Helped her get connections and up on her feet. She used her contacts to get her a job with MGM and got me Britney tickets.

She had been doing so well, until... well... she was hit head on by a drunk driver on her way home. Just like that, gone. The worst part about it was, I never got to say goodbye. I loved her like a best friend. She was my Godmother and I know she loved me like a son. She always said that she wished she had a son like me.

She never did.

She was going to get married in June, and quite frankly I was thrilled for her. She was going to marry a great guy who packed up her life and moved to Vegas with her because he loved her so much.

I saw him when I got into Vegas at 2 in the morning, just sitting on my mom's pattio stareing into oblivion. My mom said he has not moved since he found out. I'm looking out the window and I still see him out there. He has a bottle of Jack Daniels unopened in-front of him. I can tell he just wants to drown his sorrows in the bottle, but each sip would be a reminder that is what killed Jean.

I don't even know why I'm writting this. I guess it eases the pain somewhat. But pretty much each time I type I get a chill down my spine.

When my grandfather and grandmother passed away, it had been expected and we were able to prepare for it. They both were very old and very sick. But this? This feels like apart of me died too.

It makes me think about my family. That I'm the only one left in California. What do I have? My parents are divorced 300 miles away. I dunno, I always thought of California as home, but just the thought of going back makes me feel, I dunno... alone?

Maybe I should relocate to Vegas to be closer to my family. In my mind that might be the only logical idea. I took an indefinate leave from my job back in Temecula and maybe might find something new out here. It's not like Real Estate is some magical thing that only exists in Temecula.

I just don't know what to say. One minute I'm looking foward to shallow things like going to Hilary Duff with Bri then the next? Looking at a picture of my aunt on the computer desk here, and sheding a tear for the first time in 5 years.

Lordy.

Fri, 06 Feb 2004 01:01:32 GMT

First of all This: http://channels.netscape.com/wrap/linker.jsp?floc=mu-art-pg-s3l3&ref=http://demand1.stream.aol.com/ramgen/aol/us/aolmusic/artists/universal/hilaryduff/hilaryduff_siamescatsong.rm

Copy and paste that. It's just scary as shit. I don't know how to link things or do computer stuff as you can tell but still.

Today I sat in my office waiting for phonecalls. This is what I get for getting all my work done yesterday. SMOOTH AL. SMOOTH.

I wish I had more to share, but I do have this. You know, someone called me a homophobe today. And you know what? I am. It what is phobic? Like I'm afraid of gay? Well, yes I am afraid of being fucked in the ass.

Its about a month away from Britney Day. That will be the greatest time had by all.

Don't like Britney? FUCK YOU. Ok. That is all.

I got a poll in the mail!!!

Tue, 03 Feb 2004 21:36:44 GMT

Lets hope, I did not unleash My Doom... AGAIN!

:: I AM : - If you need to know, why are you sending me this shit?
:: I WANT : - an ompa loomp. They teach us all lessons.
:: I HAVE : - More then the average Canadian.
:: I WISH : - Mexico would somehow fall into the ocean also take Oregon with you.
:: I HATE : - The fact I have a real job
:: I MISS : - My sister. She is good people.
:: I FEAR : - a half black half Mexican Canadian.
:: I HEAR : - My inner voice which is Mr. Belding.
:: I SEARCH : - I'm far too lazy to do that shit.
:: I WONDER : - If Justin Timberlake really is gay
:: I REGRET : - Dating Janet for 3 years. God, she is a bitch.
:: I LOVE : - ALL things New York. That and Britney
:: I ACHE : - At all times in my back
:: I ALWAYS : - Shoplift. Seriously, it's fun.
:: I AM NOT : - Eric Bischoff. But Bisch sure does know how to dress
:: I DANCE : - like i got too much booty in my pants.
:: I SING : - Singing is for queers
:: I CRY : - like a little girl over the break-up of Bennifer
:: I AM NOT ALWAYS : - Bitter and negative. Actually I usually am.
:: I WRITE : - fuck you.
:: I WIN : - More often then not.
:: I LOSE : - As my dad always taught me, winning is second to breathing.
:: I CONFUSE : - Peoples names. Usually I just make up a name for them I really don't care if it's their name or not.
:: I NEED : - A new car.

x. -father thinks I am: My Dad likes Jag. He is senile.
x. -mother thinks I am: Lazy, so she is right on the ball.
x. -my boyfriend thinks I am: Uh... hate to break it to you. I'm not no Seacrest.
x. -three things you are often complimented for: My eyes, hair and dazzlin wardrobe.
x. -you get embarrassed when: I'm ending this quiz now, although it's halfway through.

I ended that, because I have some phonecalls to make. I'm so peachy cool.

Also, I wore a raincoat today. BUT NO FUCKING RAIN. THANKS A LOT JESUS!

I'm trying to make this daily, but this is sorta Weekly

Tue, 03 Feb 2004 04:32:37 GMT

Well, I thought about updating this in Vegas but I opted against it. Oddly, as I type this I'm hungry, but not really. You know how that is, where you think about having food but can't really nail something down.

Today, was sorta boring. I was had to meet with Millionaire today at Olive Garden. But he kept pushing it back. So, lucky me I was in traffic FOR AN HOUR. JOY TO THE WORLD. But since he can make me money, I'll do it all day long.

So, I was at Bri's house for The Super Bowl. I bet on The Panthers, luckily they covered the spread, but I'd make so much more money if they had won. Fuck you Adam Vinaterri. More reasons to hate Boston. BUt Bri did have a nifty hat for me, so that works. I also saw Queer Eye and learned about manscaping. After seeing this, I'm glad I'm heterosexual.

That also reminds me. I was supposed to call about going to Seacrest on Friday. I forgot, BUT really that is nothing to be shocked about. I'm actually very suprised I found Bri's house without getting lost. Because I got lost here in Temecula. I've only lived here for what? 10 years? God all mighty.

So, my mom wants to buy me a condo. I'm all for it. All I have to do is pay the power and shit. I feel this is a good deal. I think I might have to do this, because stupid Ty who owns my house I think wants to sell it. I'm also glad he had not told me. I'm pretty sure I'm going to come home and just see a For Sale sign on the front yard. He really is the most useless 34 year old dude on the planet.

My mom gave me big ups for doing a script she made for me perfectly. You see, when she wants someone fired she has me leave messages to people complaining about them. Of all the people in the world she is the last person I'd stab in the back. Because she would kill me with her bare hands.

I'll make this more daily, because I have more time on my hands. You're welcome.

Hi gang.

Sat, 24 Jan 2004 05:37:58 GMT

Well, I'm going to start to write this Live Journal.

I'm going to share my daily adventures because, really I can.

I will also rant on things that bother me, and it will be about things you care about like why was The Apprentince and American Idol on at the same time? WHY!? THOSE WHORES!

Anyways, I'm still sick. It's been like what? 2 weeks now? I'm firmly convinced I'm dying, or dead. But I got Z-pac as a sample from my doctor. I would go see him, but I'm far too cheap to shell out 20 bucks to see my doctor.

I also loaned Ty my last 200 bucks today. So, he can gamble down at Pala. I would promised 300 tomorrow, so it's sorta a wise investment or I'm broke for the weekend. Granted I was going to spend it sick in my room cursing life anyways.

Speaking of hating life, I lost my ephedra. Now listen and listen good. SO HELP ME GOOD IF YOU HAVE MY EPHEDRA I'LL KILL YOU! That is not a casual threat, I'm serious when it comes to Ephedra. I may have to go ask Rebecca for more, mostly because I'm about 15 lbs heavier then I should be. I've been so busy as of late I have no time. I'm in mood to get fat.

STAY TUNED!!!