In the Beginning...

So today I threw together a quick blog after a bit of research and an hour on the layout page trying to pick a background that looked halfway decent. So welcome to my little corner of the internet, a corner I hope will someday be enjoyed by a good handful of people. This post is the first of many, though I'm going to keep it short as its Sunday night and I'm pretty tired from what I'd call a pretty decent weekend.

This Saturday I went over to a buddies house for a party he was throwing. I never actually talked to him, he just said, "Hey man! Sup?" and then before I could answer, he retreated into a massive group of people whom I didn't want to bother with my introductions, not that it mattered really they where all crazy drunk and wouldn't remember me by morning anyhow. As I drilled deeper into the crowd of people in Brads living room, I came to the sudden conclusion that maybe coming to this party wasn't the best idea.

That's when I was approached by one of your typical SoCal douchebag beach-goers with his hat turned sideways and tan lines on his retarded forehead where he'd left his sunglasses for the whole day on the beach. His name was Joey. And God he was the textbook definition of a drives-a-truck-with-huge-tires-rolls-down-his-windows-with-Nickleback-blasting-winking-at-the-chicks-he-stops-next-to-at-a-stop-light kind of douchebag. After talking for a while, he called his girlfriend over, a shy Asian girl who really didn't look like she wanted to be at Brads party. He then proceeded to talk about how she hardly ever "puts out" and that she doesn't drink at parties like all of his other douchebag friends do. He was talking all that shit right in front of her, to a guy that he had met some 5 minutes ago. Why do girls put up with this douchebaggery? I dunno, I was always taught respect, this guy was just... well, a big douche.

A pack of Douchebags in their natural habitat; notice the alcohol, fake jewelry, and the use of sunglasses at night

Long story short, nice guys finish last in college and Brads parties always end up reminding me how much I hate assholes like Joey.

Well tomorrows Monday, always a shitty day for everyone I guess so expect a post. I suppose ill end this post with a quote from a most arrogant douchebag, Mr. John Mayer:

“The feathered [hair] cut projects an attitude of ease and quiet confidence that seems to have all but eluded our generation. This is a work in progress, and as my hair grows longer it will serve to become a more stirring and poignant statement."

Oh John, I'll have to get to you later. Until then, have a good one folks.