Blog is back

(note: date is wrong)

So I decided I really want to make this blog better. So far the only cool things about my blog is the counter and the chat box. Except the counter doesn't work anymore and nobody writes in the chat box. Oh yeah, I also have a really awesome picture of mountains with my name typed over it. I will definitely try to improve my blog content wise, but I need you guys to help give me ideas on how to improve it. I'm not sure if I'm suppose to like add labels for my posts or what. I have very little idea on how blogs work. I only get traffic here because I put it up on facebook every time I post. Anyways, if you are knowledgeable about this stuff, leave me a comment or IM me.

Onwards,

Have you ever watched a really sad movie, documentary or video on the internet that was about incredibly unfortunate people? And they are actually so unfortunate to the point that it makes YOU feel like an asshole? Any of their daily problems make any problem you could possibly have seem so minuscule that it doesn't even matter. I mean, people are getting their arms chopped off in Africa for no reason and I'm over here complaining about how Futurama didn't come out this week and now I can't stream it over the internet. I should slap myself. I guess it's only natural for people to get used to what they have and always want more. Anyways, it's just something I was thinking about. I guess whenever you feel like life isn't going so well, you can just think, "Well at least I have all my limbs!" And if you're good looking, you can also think "Well at least I'm good looking!" Sorry ugly people, just stick with the limbs one.

So other news aside, let me tell you about this cuhhhhhhhhrazy hand I got in Vegas. I'm sitting at the end of the table for blackjack, and I bet 25 bucks. I get two 8's, dealer shows a 6. Everyone stays, and it gets to me. I split and put another 25 bucks down. Another 8 comes out, and I split again. Then ANOTHER 8 comes out. So now I have split four 8's with $100 on the table. Dealer deals me my cards. I have like 15, 15, 13 and 12. Stay on everything. Dealer turns his card over, he has a 7 underneath his 6, totaling at 13. I cross my fingers.... Next card... a JACK! WAHOOOOOOOOO he busted. More like EXPLODED!! Everyone at the table wins, I take my money and PEACE THE HELL OUT. And then I bought a steak. That shit was awesome.

Pure awesomeness.

So yesterday, I went to this club called the Playhouse. I'm not sure if I ever told you how I don't like going clubbing but I just went because I had nothing better to do and one of my friends was moving away. Anyways, long story short, we started waiting in line at 10 and waited until 1. And then we went home. What kind of gay ass club does that? We kept moving up in the line because people in front of us were leaving. I guess they have a line just for people to stand there to make it look like its fun inside. Except, our friends who got in because they paid for a table told us it was really empty inside. I'm almost 100% sure I can run a more profitable club than whoever the hell runs Playhouse. Half way through the waiting process I was thinking, "Hey, maybe they just want us to wait for a while so everyone is sober again and we'll buy a lot of drinks or something." Which, I guess from a business owner's point of view is a good idea. But I seriously got in line not caring whether or not I was gonna get in. But after investing three hours of waiting, I honestly actually really wanted to get in. Mainly because I wanted to go in there and try to break as much stuff as possible without people noticing but also to have some fun. Anyways, fuck that place.

Just to recap, please leave a comment if you have any ideas on how I can make my blog bigger and badder.