I'm far from perfect, but at least I haven't given up on myself.

moody moody frazzy.

Besides, we're pretty much terrible friends anyway. We don't even actually like each other.

And then last night, having to listen to retarded girls read cosmopolitan and actually believe the ridiculous tripe in there set me off and I kinda blew up on that poor girl. I should apologize, but fuck that. She was trying to irk us, so screw her. I hate that immature bullshit. I'm an adult. Nope, I'm not a misogynist, I'm an all around misanthrope.

I'm going to laugh at myself when I read this post tomorrow. I doubt it makes any sense anyway.

-fraz.

So, a few things I wanted to touch base on, Elowel. I couldn't think of something vague to post about, because it'd assuredly be about the person who challenged me, so she wins.

I had something to complain about, but after writing it out, it just came off as pretentious and ridiculous.

Gah.

I'm better at posting when i'm not... happy.

I'll be back when I blow it with her for good.

-fraz.

I'm going to write the most disgustingly vague post in the history of posts within the next week.

-fraz.

Look folks, people die. Just because this person happens to be a shitty actress doesn't make her any more important than the rest of us.

Calm down.

(I will admit, however, she was badass in clueless.)

In vastly more important news, I didn't really realize how spoiled I was as a football fan. I went to the Chiefs/Browns game today in KC. I found that on the whole (obviously not all) Nebraska fans are pretty classy. The Chiefs' fans, on the other hand, were an unruly bunch of bitter drunken savages. Seriously. They hatefucked their own team! I mean, calling a wimpy draw play on 3rd and long is almost criminal in the football world, but I've never experienced a crowd booing so hardcore at their own home team. Obviously, I'm aware that the NFL is an entirely different monster from NCAA football, but still.

It was quite ugly.

I guess there truly is no place like Nebraska.

-fraz.

Really?? Jeez louise.

I really need to get a handle on things.

-fraz.

http://www.hulu.com/watch/105338/the-office-subtle-sexuality-the-music-video

I seriously almost pissed myself from laughing too hard.

-fraz.

Still fuckin' buried.

This time, i'm dumping either some peppermint or caramel booze into my hot chocolate. If it's gonna be a snow day, might as well be a drunk day, right?

I wish i had some new books to read. I mean, I have literally everything my favorite author, the esteemed Kurt Vonnegut Jr has written, but cracking them open makes me depressed.

How freakish is that? I get actually distraught thinking about the death of a man I'd never met! Despite that glaring fact, I feel like I had known him closer than most. It's silly. What's even more ridiculous, it wasn't like he died some kind of tragic death. The man was 80 something years old! It's been almost two years since he passed and I still feel... blah. It was probably one of my greatest wishes to hear him speak in person. I remember that during the first time I read slaughterhouse five, I was blown away. His style was just... different. Obnoxiously so. You know how sometimes in movies you'll hear people say things like 'It was like the first time I heard the Beatles.' That's how I feel about him.

My love for this dude extends even further than that. There was a teen comedy made around... I'd guess '99 called Can't Hardly Wait in which the main character thinks about abandoning his longtime crush that he finally connected with to go to an awesome writing workshop with my main man KV. I doubt that's the only reason I still love that movie, but it's definitely a plus.

I've been trying to write like him since high school. I contemplated majoring in creative writing, but alas, I'm not a pothead. The English department at Lincoln was a veritable who's who of eccentric dressing hippies. I'm far too square to be one of those types. I do still write short stories just for fun. As a matter of fact, I made myself a little poster of Vonnegut's short story rules:

1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
4. Every sentence must do one of two things -- reveal character or advance the action.
5. Start as close to the end as possible.
6. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them -- in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

I love those. I also love that he used to say those rules were ridiculous and often broken by authors far more talented than he.

This is turning into a drunken love letter about an old dead guy, but fuck it. He's awesome. And this baileys and hot chocolate (i know, its pretty sissy) is making my tummy warm.

I'm gonna go be productive, so couch surfing and judge judy for me!!

-fraz.

Best snow day ever? Sitting around watching idiots try to drive in the snow, massive amounts of Dragon Age, frozen pizza and hot chocolate!

I'm loving this.

-fraz.

I couldn't be more proud of my Huskers. They showed a lot of heart out there in a game that literally no one expected them to win.

I'd be a liar if I said that I didn't want want to puke or cry or something ridiculous when the game did come to a close, though.

I can't believe Adi kicked that ball out of bounds! He never does that! FUCK FUCK FUCK.

-fraz.

Current Song: Prince - Purple Rain.

This all started with my dad calling me a pussy because I couldn't keep up with him on a ridiculous run about a year ago.

Since then, I've been determined to show him that I'm not just a couch surfing hobo.

Most of my buddies know about my neverending quest to get in better shape than my dad. It's kind of retarded and impossible because he's turned into some kind of freakish health nut since the split with mom. The dude looks like a black Adonis. Ew. That actually sounds kinda gross. Well anyway, I've found the secret weapon that's going to give me an edge.

My buddy Stevie got the p90x workout dvds and diet regimen thing last year, and when he went through it he came out ripped up like a beast. Then again, all he did was eat rabbit food for 3 flipping months, but whatever. We were talking about how my dad is constantly talking shit shit about how he's 30 years older than me and in exponentially better shape. I can keep up with him on runs nowadays, but I'm still overweight and such. Anyway, Stevie has let me borrow his dvds for the past 3 weeks or so and holy shit. I'm convinced the guy screaming at me is literally out of his mind with the regimen he's come up with but damn it supposedly works. All I know is that my limbs are constantly shaking like a leaf, and when I try to lift something even moderately heavy like my bookbag or even a single textbook, it takes wild effort on my part.

Even if I manage to survive the 90 days, I probably still will look worse than pops, but maybe this is a good thing for me anyway. Apparently the hardest part is the first two weeks, so maybe I'm over the hump?

Oh, and if you ever want to feel like a complete sally, try working out super hard next to someone who's ridiculously fit. I feel like I'm near death and stevie hasn't even broken a sweat. What a fucker.

-fraz.