Life Sucks, Tomorrow is ... the SAME

The N-Word!

scottpete — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 21:00:45 +0000

It’s not that I’m a bad human being or anything, but maybe I am. Recently, I found myself in a very strange yet seemingly familiar situation. I’ve told myself at least once (maybe twice) to never include myself with these types of hooligans and misfits. Did I listen to my inner being? No!!! Unfortch (on occasion I will abbrev words to make myse hip with the kids) I didn’t, I mocked my vow of decency when I engaged in this almost falibical(not a word) offense. I’m rambling and postponing the inevitable…so I will tell you…I spoke to a nerd. Nerds are what make this country run, they are smarter than me, some are (I hate to say this, but here it goes) better looking than me. In most ways they are a superior creature to me, so I can’t really make fun of nerds because they will be my boss someday. It was really an accident and I didn’t mean to. You must believe when I tell you this…I didn’t mean to (okay , enough of this crap). On to the story…I arrived to my physics class 10 minutes before the imaginary bell rang in my head (which tells me it’s class time). The teacher was messing about with his books and things when the nerd walked in. He engaged the teacher in an academically stimulating conversation about how the universe is made up of blah blah and how the blah blah goes in the thing and does some blah blah crap on the blah blah, actually they were talking about service technicians and how they say they will come sometime between 9 and 5. I made a comment regarding service techs and then I was stuck (with a capitol s) in a conversation I should have stayed out of. He talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and…you get the point (had I truly been dedicated I would have written “and talked” for another 10 minutes, but I’m not). He was being so nerdy and it was hard to listen to. So like all good and decent human being I tuned him out. He talked to me later that day too. (imagine me saying this in a very whiny tone)What did I do to deserve this? Oh well sometimes you lose and sometimes…you lose.

Scott Pete

How To Get Back To Me!!!

scottpete — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 17:30:00 +0000

It’s kind of a funny thing…thinking that I was different. I use to roll out of bed, put whatever on and go to high school. Maybe I was different then, but now I’m the same as every other person that I use to vow I would never be. When I got married I thought my wife and I had a different relationship than most. We love each other and never get into any fights and I figured that when we walked around holding hands that people could just tell how madly in love we are. However, I am wrong, when I look around I just see a bunch of people who look just like me…they have a beautiful wife, just like me. They are going to school just like me, they’re wife is pregnant, just like me(well my wife is the one who is actually prego, not me). They don’t fight with their wife, just like me, which means I am just like them, but I hate them, which means they hates me, just like me! So, what makes me different? Nothing is the answer (I figured I would tell you just in case you were racking your head trying to come up with an answer of some sort), I have become a poser to my true self. I have essentially “sold out” in life, except I’m not making any money and they are. I don’t have a job like they do, I’m not graduated like they are. It’s a list I use to not want and certainly I never wanted to be like them and why should I be like them? I’m not a follower…or a leader, but my dad told me while sitting in a Wendy’s (headed to a father/son camp out) that you had to be one or the other. So I’m forced to compare myself to those that I despise, because we’re the exact same person, to come up with my answer. I guess they are followers so that means…I’m a (drum roll please) FOLLOWER, a lemming if you will, but I can’t help it. I’m in the system and am trapped by my willingness to be there. It’s a comfortable place to be and that’s why so many of us are there. I only hope that one day I can become my true self again. I don’t think I can or want to for a long time, it’s just too dang comfortable here such that I have become like what Pink Floyd described as (now this is my own interpretation) comfortably numb. I am comfortably numb as a poser to my own self and should probably come to terms with it, but I don’t wanna! I don’t wanna grow up, I’m still a punk at heart and will always be. I certainly do not want to be the same 17 year old punk that I was, but a more mature spin off of that would be nice. I’ve taken a slow road over the last 7 years that has made me to what I am. I am assuming now that I will bide my time until I have some sort of “GREAT AWAKENING” and I will truly become myself again (that could possibly be a pipe dream). I am about 20% there so I still have a ways to go. Now, I’m not 100% sure how I will get the other 60%, but I’m sure I will. You see 20 + 60 is not 100, but I like the 20% that I’ve changed, I won’t get into those details, but I think I’ve become a better and more mature person. So when I become 80% back to me, I’ll be 100% me. That’s my goal this year and probably next year and probably most of my life is to get that other 60% back. Please don’t get me wrong, I love my life, but I don’t want to be like that guy over there who I have hated my whole life. It’s all about the journey taken, the things you learn and the things that help you grow and finding out who you really are. Plus, if I fail, I can teach my kids to be punks and just live through them (I’m sure they would love that)!

Scott Pete

Why We Never Take Candy From Strangers!

scottpete — Fri, 10 Sep 2010 22:13:26 +0000

I think this is why I DON’T go out of my way to make friends. Let me take you back a few minutes ago. I hear a knock on the door, “who could it be”, I thought. As I make my way to the door I hear heavy breathing(okay it was light breathing, actually I didn’t hear breathing) at my door step. Could it possibly be a polite robber knocking his/her way into my apartment? Or maybe even an alien or some sort of a wild animal that likes to knock on doors? Well it wasn’t, or was it? No it wasn’t, it was my new neighbor asking for two dollars. I went against my better judgment a couple weeks back and was polite to a stranger. Lessen learned(I figured if I put lessen instead on lesson it would be like a play on words or something, but I don’t think it works out)!!!

Scott Pete

He Wants To Eat My Soul Maybe!

scottpete — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 01:04:04 +0000

Him: Throw that wire over that. Me: Over What?

Him: That right there. Me: Right Here?

Him: NO NOT RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE. Me: RIGHT THERE?

Him: YES RIGHT THERE!!!!! Me: (action – throwing the wire over there)

Him: Scott, you’re killing me. Me: (super frustrated)

He explains himself too much when you don’t need him to or want him to, but he doesn’t explain himself enough when you actually need him to. That conversation actually took place and I think that I put the caps in all the right places. Geez dude! Okay, I’m done venting. I stand by the title to my blog “Life Sucks, Tomorrow is…the Same,” because tomorrow I have to work with him and it will suck and then the next day I will have to work with him and it will suck and then the next day I will have to work with him and it will suck and then the next day I will have to work with him and it will suck and then the next day I will have to work with him and it will suck and then I have a day off from him, but I’ll be all alone so that will suck but then the next day I will have to work with him and it will suck and then finally the next day will suck because I have a three hour flight with him.

Scott Pete

Fading Away!

scottpete — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 04:04:33 +0000

As my eyes began squinting at the screen tonight I realized that I don’t have anything to say the would cause a stirring in any sort of bosom. My words are scattered in my brain and my supposed reliable thought organizer has broken down. I’ve been mostly alone for the last 24 hours and I have had a lot of time to think and “reflect”(I’m not sure why I put that in quotes), but I really haven’t. Why? That seems to be a reasonable question, yet I don’t have an answer. I really would like to publish this blog for the purpose of a getting something done, but it has undeniably horriblistic(not a word) qualities to it(I probably will though). I once thought that I could be a ceramics major, but then I realized ‘ceram’ – ics weren’t the same as ‘saran’ – wrap and ever since(I almost spelled every sense) that moment, life, in a nutshell, has become a vast…

I guess I’m uncertain how to finish that statement.

Scott Pete

130 Degrees!

scottpete — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 23:26:06 +0000

One would think that after 1 or 10 times you might learn that if you don’t do something, you will see the harsh consequences that lie therein and adjust accordingly. I guess I don’t because I never crack my windows in the summer. Every time I get in my car beads of sweat instantly form on my brow and slowly drip into my eyeballs. Sometimes I think that my complaining will be the solution to my crack problem…hmmmm…maybe I shouldn’t say it like that…hmmmm…eh, whatever, but then I realize complaining only gets you so far(maybe halfway). Oi to the World by the Vandals will take me the other half and then actually cracking my windows will take me the the rest of the way(probably another half, which leaves me another half for more complaining…I love my life). For those that refuse to read things in parentheses I will put them in plain view…maybe halfway/probably another half, which leaves me another half for more complaining…I love my life. (Ha Ha sucka if you don’t read in these parentheses you’ll never know what I have written in this section of parentheses!)

Scott Pete

I Hate This!

scottpete — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 09:58:08 +0000

(3:40 A.M)(3:41 A.M.)(3:42 A.M.) I’ve got heartburn, I’m so tired, I can’t sleep and I know I’m(3:43 A.M.) going to be grumpy in the morning.(3:44 A.M.) I keep staring at this clock and I can’t help but wonder if the clock is (3:45 A.M.)starting to stare back. I’m (3:46 A.M.) wondering if maybe I did something to offend Father Time because he is (3:47 A.M.) really making time go by slowly.(3:48 A.M.) I want to go back to sleep, but I can’t.(3:49 A.M.)(3:50 A.M.)(3:51 A.M.) Time might seem to be going fast because I haven’t(3:52 A.M.) written very much and a lot of time has passed, but I assure you it’s because I type really slowly.(3:53 A.M.)(3:54 A.M.)(3:55 A.M.) Whatever!

(3:56 A.M.) Scott Pete (3:57 A.M.)

Table For One!

scottpete — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 04:44:54 +0000

As my long days turn into constant nightmares; I took a step back this evening and breathed for a minute. I went to a good ‘ole bowling alley and bowled all by my lonesome. The dreadful sounds of fire alarms blaring in my ear silenced as the ball struck the pins. The stress of needing to be in two places at the same time took a place in the gutter lane as the mullets cheered joyfully at their bowling success. The thoughts of urging building owners demanding unfathomable tasks to cover their errors stayed outside of the heavenly mansion that called out to me, “Come in Scott Pete and bowl.”

As I finished with my 8th game I felt so relax. I love my job, but I think I love bowling more. I was supposed to go to a party tonight, but I didn’t.

Scott Pete

New Year’s Day!

scottpete — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 17:33:21 +0000

In 5 days(not including today) from now I will have officially been without a girlfriend for one year. Who cares though…I don’t even want a girlfriend(refer to last post). I like having a new year…I like the fact that everybody makes new years resolutions and I don’t. I really could care less(if I really wanted to I could care less, but I don’t because of the effort involved) if I complete goals and tasks that I know I won’t accomplish.

I need to stay till 2:00 today and that’s good because I’ve been pulling some long shifts lately! I should change the title of my blog to “Girls Suck, Tomorrow is…the Same!”

Scott Pete

Relationships!

scottpete — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 21:14:58 +0000

I need to start caring about not caring when I start caring! Does that make sense at all? It does if you think about it…If I want to have a relationship(with a women), then I need to stop caring about whether I have one or not. Simple? I think not! My state of mind right now is…I WANT A GIRLFRIEND…but…since I don’t have one, but want one, I need to stop wanting one so I can get one. Hmmm…it seems difficult and confusing! For the sake of this post and the start of a non-caring attitude I’m going to say that I DON’T WANT A GIRLFRIEND! We’ll see how long this idea lasts…if I was a betting man(which I’m not) then I’d give it a couple days before the caring starts again. I need to leave work, but I’m stuck in a 11.5 hour nightmare.

Scott Pete