Couple more hours till Vegas..! This is a good weekend for the H-Dog, once in Vegas hopefully everything changes for me and "All my Wishes, Dreams and whatever else comes true". See ya'll when I get back Tuesday.
posted by The H.Bomb| 10:40 PM | email | archive

Going to have some good times tonight. Jake and I are gonna go meet some girls up at Central Market for some music thing (don't ask) then head on out to Rovers to meet up with the rest of the crew. Sweet! See ya'll tommorow...!
posted by The H.Bomb| 6:02 PM | email | archive

Good Morning. Took some Nyquil last night to get over the allergies...shit finally did it's job. I was out in no time flat, but unfortunately it wore off by 4:00AM so I was tossing and turning until I had to wake up and go to work. Like every other day, I don't want to be here (at work). I'd rather be in...VEGAS..!
posted by The H.Bomb| 8:44 AM | email | archive

I'm starting to think more and more about the California trip. Besides having to work, I really don't want to go, since i'm going by myself. No friends to have around (just the ones that live in Cali) and most of all, the fucking hotel rooms. They're so depressing nowadays.
posted by The H.Bomb| 4:10 PM | email | archive

Just one of those days. Hell, it's The Boss week! I'm celebrating New Jersey's finest with another selection for the Song of the Day! Get it while it was hot (in 1980-something)!

Song of the Day:
1.) Bruce Springsteen - I'm on Fire.
posted by The H.Bomb| 10:31 AM | email | archive

Nestled somewhere between absolution,
is a triumvirate crossroads
where each path rises till it meets that point,
where the land and the sky meet.

It starts somewhere from South Texas,
a dusty road gleaming with fog,
where travellers eye each other
and pass each other so anxious.

When the memories call from the burred fields
and request an audience,
you think about the give, the take
and all the mistakes.

When they ask you questions in
mutters and undertones you reply
with sincerity and as much thought
as a silver cross.

But somewhere in the Hill Country,
nestled betweeen absolution
is a junction in my life
where the land and the sky meet.
posted by The H.Bomb| 6:43 AM | email | archive

Three more days till' VIVA LAS VEGAS! Ok, now i'm starting to get excited about the whole trip, but I hope The General get's over his cold/HIV that he's contracted earlier this week. During class tonight we were learning the formula for Annuities, but then I started doing my credit debt instead of the example we were supposed to do. Either I fucked up the formula, or I need to be paying $885.00 a month for the next 15.9287 Years. Hahahah, just kidding.
posted by The H.Bomb| 10:34 PM | email | archive

Man, did I tell any of you guys about last weeks Quiz? Yeah that's right, the H-Dog pulls a 97 compared to The General's paltry, anemic 91. Big ups bro, and better luck next time chump! Muahahahahaha. This weekend should be pretty fun before we fly off into the sands of Nevada for a little gambling, showtunes and whatever extravagance Las Vegas has. Friday Night, the Jake invited me to go with him and Amy down to some music listening at Central Market to meet with some "friends". I hope it doesn't turn into the Family Affair Debacle that happened last weekend =P. Then on Sunday, we grab some martinis and fly off into..Phoenix, AR first, then on to Salt Lake City, UT then finally touch down on Las Vegas. It's going to be a festival of bachnnalian proportions, especially with The General (aka Emperor Nero) in tow. I really don't want to go to California for work, because, well..it's work. I can go meet up with old friends out there though, which should be cool.
posted by The H.Bomb| 6:17 PM | email | archive

A pair of $15.00 sunglasses,
purchased at a sidewalk shop,
south of San Antonio,
far away from the River Walk.

An older couple sitting on the chairs,
drinking, laughing staring at the sun,
they look at each other
before all this was done.

From the sea of wicker baskets, handbags,
bubble gum and bottled sand,
the life of commerce resounds in my ear,
the sound, so grand.

Two hands held, four feet perched
and the eyes see all the colors of the coast,
nothing hurts you more,
than the one you love the most.

When the sun set's slowly on the beach,
the residents of Galveston
stay indoors, where the visitors
gawk at the horizon in their retreat.

They fear when Autumn calls,
when the cold settles into your bed
to tell you that the pain,
the pain is all in your head.
posted by The H.Bomb| 1:50 PM | email | archive

Yeah, The Boss knows the score. You really wanna hear a depressing song? You guys might remember today's Song of the Day from the Jerry Maguire soundtrack, penned, sung and composed by The Boss himself, Bruce Springsteen. I swear some chick from New Jersey must of fucked him over on this track, but I feel his pain. I mean, New Jersey, right?

Song of the Day:
1.) Bruce Springsteen - Secret Garden.
posted by The H.Bomb| 8:57 AM | email | archive

Shout out to Dames. Thanks bro.
posted by The H.Bomb| 10:02 PM | email | archive

P.Diddy, thanks for everything bro.
posted by The H.Bomb| 8:43 PM | email | archive

Correction: The H-Dog is going to be gone from the 16th to the 19th of October. Doh! I got a math exam that week!!!
posted by The H.Bomb| 1:41 PM | email | archive

The H-Dog is leaving..on a jet-plane. Looks like an action packed month of traveling for the H-Dog. October 7th thru the 9th, I'll be living it up in Las Vegas with my homies and homegirl, then on October 17th and 18th i'll be chilling on the WEST SIDE in San Jose, CA for work. This should be a pretty fun diversion from Austin, although i'll be training when I go to California. Hopefully I can meet up with Ice/Cuervo or something during my stay in San Jose.
posted by The H.Bomb| 1:03 PM | email | archive

Man i'm up early. I'm pretty convinced that I am no longer effected by allergy medicines...or any medicine for that matter. I took a swig of Nyquil to take the edge off last night (no beer in the house, I had to drink something--doh!) and it didn't effect me for an hour. I finally passed out, but then woke up approx. 6 hours later where I'm wired as hell right now. I still feel like shit (see 'Pit of Dispair' below), but everyday it get's better with a little help from my friends. <---The setup

Songs of the Day:
1. Joe Cocker - With a little help from my friends.
2. Pete Drodge - Beautiful Girl.
posted by The H.Bomb| 7:13 AM | email | archive

Things that I find funny:
1. Slow Jams - Those mix tapes composed of mostly R&B joints to entice the ladies. It makes me snicker.
2. When overweight women talk about booty calls - Not only is this downright disgusting, it's also hilarious. Case in point: The General and I always meet outside the student commons at school, before class and there's always a group of overweight chicks hanging around. They talk so loud that we can hear them from across the courtyard and they're always yelling: "PALEEESE GIRL. I CALLED TYRESE UP, AND THAT MUTHAFUCKA JUSS WANTED TO TAP THIS ASS (a high five follows). THAT'S RIGHT, THIS GIRL AIN'T GIVIN' NONE OF THIS COOCHIE UP!"
3. The old guy that hangs out at a bar, hoping to score on some college coeds. You'll always find one of these "professor" types hanging around bars. They sit with their Dockers and stare out against hte sea of college girls, hoping that one of them in their drunken stupor, mistakingly thinks he's their Communications Professor.
4. Any picture of John Ritter from the 'Three's Company' days. He looks so happy in that picture, it'd be downright funny to tell him he looked completely stupid.
5. White guys in black trench coats (preferably leather). That's all I'm going to say.
6. Wally Champ. The guy just cracks me up.
posted by The H.Bomb| 12:17 AM | email | archive

Windows XP Professional now in progress. Seems like the only thing that keeps me busy nowadays is fixing my computer. I installed a copy of Windows XP Professional and noticed an anomoly that would make my mouse cursor stutter as well as the sound becoming distorted whenever my RAID 0 configuration accessed data. I got my spare drive out and hooked it up to IDE0 and installed Windows XP on it and noticed the problem not happening. Now that my RAID 0 configuration is gone, i'm back to using good ol' single drives (two 30 gigs). I personally can't tell a performance decrease, but i'm sure there is some. Anyways, back to XP: It's Windows 2000 with a different interface. It looks good, but they gone and done fucked up some things (i.e. rearranged) some of the options so now I have to go and figure it all out again. I know there's a classic mode, but I might as well get familiar with the new options.
posted by The H.Bomb| 11:00 PM | email | archive

Viva Las Vegas. P-Diddy, Carrozzi-Girl, The General and I are heading to Vegas next weekend. For me, a well deserved, temporary farewell to Austin.
posted by The H.Bomb| 4:46 PM | email | archive

Does anybody have a pit of dispair I can crawl into? Like a moment from the worst Goth movie you can imagine, I just want to sit alone in the dark right now and not think about anything. With my life so messed up as it is, I sleep with my pain every night and wake up staring at the closet door where all the little things are.

Song of the Day:
1.) Staind - It's Been Awhile.
posted by The H.Bomb| 10:34 AM | email | archive

The H-Dog does not feel good at all. This Sunday marked one of the worst weekends of my life, next to that OTHER weekend that fucked my life up. I wish I could get into a more elaborate detail, but it's late, i'm broken/tired/(insert your favorite descriptive term for a chump). See you guys tommorow.
posted by The H.Bomb| 11:26 PM | email | archive

Jacked up weekend. Well, it's Sunday and the relaxing weekend to end all relaxing weekends became similar to what Dave Mustane said of his "Heroin Speed Ball Rollercoaster" binges in the MegaDeth Behind the Music Episode. I went to go see Zoolander with P-Diddy, Carrozzi-Girl, Dames, Scott and Scott's friend (forgot name). I suggest everybody go out and see that movie, especially for the gasoline fight which had me laughing long after that. There are a couple scenes that really stand out, like the before mentioned gasoline fight, the coal mining and all the scenes with Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson (HAANNSEELL, HE'S HOT). Will Farrell does a good job as well, but the cringe fest starts at Mila Jova-something-vich as the domineering German chick. Some drama for your mama happened sometime afterwards, but it's not my business to tell. Today, it's homework time and maybe a little Counter-Strike if I can fit it in, then sit in my own self pity. Sweet!

P.S. - Some peoples apparently finally figured out what volumes of News Magazine shows could never uncover: That the H-Dog is bootylicious.

Song of the Day:
1.) Del the Funky Homosapien - The Wacky World of Rapid Transit.
posted by The H.Bomb| 10:55 AM | email | archive