'Strange Noize', Motherfucker!

I had another blog half written and shit but decided I'd post it later. Besides, I've got fresh shit to talk about, f00z!

First off and most recent, I'm going to see the Kottonmouth Kings in August!
They're going to be at the House of Blues in Myrtle Beach on the 14th of August and I'm fuckin' pumped.
If you've yet to hear these guys then you must. And if you live in the Myrtle Beach area, what better way to get a band than to see them live? And tickets are mad cheap.
If you like the Insane Clown Posse, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Humble Gods, or any of the sort then you'll love 'em. Or if you're fond of marijuana... They certainly are.

Anywho, the show's going to be Kottonmouth Kings, Tech N9ne, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Hed P.E., and Sub Noize Souljaz. Check it out. Seriously.

Its really odd that I'd find out about that, though. I was just telling Carissa a day before I found out about KMK and she was liking 'em. Then she stops by for a bit and as she's leaving, I get an email saying they're coming to Myrtle Beach. I nearly shat.

At any rate, a week after that show I'll be attending a concert by The Black Crowes also at House of Blues. Its the most I've EVER paid for a concert ticket so it'd better be a totally tits show... Seriously.
I could buy two tickets for KMK and a few beers at the show for about the same as the Black Crowes ticket...

I really and truly believe that The Drew Carey Show is one of the funniest shows to ever run.

That's about all for now, really. I foresee a post coming up about Memorial Bike Weekend, Bridget the Midget, and Mixed Martial Arts (the previously mentioned but unfinished post).

Check back, f00z.

-=The Prynce

Lady M Sings the Blues

I'm going to start with mentioning a nice young lass that I really think the world of. I haven't seen her in what seems to be nearly forever, but she's a great person and we recently had a conversation that I found pretty insightful. I kinda understand her a bit more.
Anywho, I'm talking about my great friend Marcie. Some of you know her or know of her and some of you don't. Its no matter, really.

Yeah so the other day I went to Legends in Concert and I have to say it was fuckin' cool. They had Bobby Darin, Johnny Cash, The Blues Brothers, Tina Turner and Elvis. The last two weren't really impressive but the first three were excellent.

The Blues Brothers were fuckin' awesome. And the highlight of the night was Darrell and I getting a picture with them after the show after buying sunglasses and hats from the gift shop. 'Twas awesome.
I even got a giggle out of 'Elwood' when I noted that my shades actually looked a lot more like Roy Orbison's shades than the Blues Brothers.

Why the hell do people wear turtlenecks?

It is now the Spring Harley-Davidson Rally here in Myrtle Beach and though it has only just started, I'm already sick of it. It fucking caused me to waste an hour earlier in the day due to a parade that apparently no one knew about on Ocean Blvd... FUCK!
And apparently Farrow Parkway AKA the local secret to avoiding much traffic this time of year is now being openly being spread as a route bikers should be taking and congesting... Its my only route to work and now it'll be backed up.

Also, the national deficit is nearly 9 trillion dollars... and Rob is angry. Just see his latest blog post.

I recently saw my friend Mallory for the first time in forever! It was great to see her although she wasn't happy as I'm so used to her being. That sorta sucked... =(

Anywho, I'm a busy bitch so I'm outta this motha. I'll try to get back to my more entertaining post style from my previous years as opposed to my more matter-of-fact method as of late.

Be cool, bitches!

-=The Prynce

Why Rob was the hippo...

Let me explain my previous post.

My ex girlfriend Christy is an incredibly beautiful young woman in all ways.
She called me as I was waking from my six pill induced sleep (I've had a lot on my mind lately so I needed help) on Saturday and was essentially informing me she'd be in Myrtle Beach and she'd be able to return my video capture card.
She asked where I was at so she could bring it by but I didn't want to get her lost trying to find my house (and also I don't like seeing her lately for some reason. As I explained to Carissa, its like seeing the corpse of a loved one as she doesn't act like the same person she used to be, though its clear to me that inside, she is) so I told her to drop it off where I work.
I thought she knew I work at Viking and where it was (I told her last time she was in town and called me) but apparently she thought I was still at our sister hotel so she went there to drop it off for me.
Rob was working there on second (and third) shift because someone called in sick and he's told me a few times that he thought Christy was hot.
I really thought nothing of it until I got here and Darrell came and brought my card to me (he went to the other hotel for a minute first).

As he walked in, he was snickering slightly and immediatly began telling me that as he went in up there Rob was like "Dude Preston's ex Christy is smokin' hot!" to which Darrell agreed (I think) as he met her when she came to visit me back in December.
The topic changed after a few minutes and the phone rang. He said "Bet that's Rob" and I was like "Yep" and started laughing, knowing it was him and what he was gonna say.
I probably had a bit of a chuckle in my voice as I picked up and he was like "What?... You know what I'm gonna say?" and I was like "Uhh... Is it about Christy?" and he was like "Hell yeah. She's smokin', dude."
He went on to explain how hot he thought she was and just how incredible she looked. He covered their short exchange and how she recalled him from our videos.

Anywho, I got the idea when Rob called as Darrell was leaving here and had him tell Rob was I was down because Christy really dug him and was asking about him. As he told him, he held the phone out and I could hear that Rob laugh in process.
We built it on more and more including one bogus compliment after another for about fifteen minutes.
I have to say that Rob did say a few times that he didn't believe us, but his reaction was saying he had some amount of doubt in it being a hoax.

Regardless, we continued on for a while and we decided to let him down by saying she said it was the guy with the scar on his lip (the other guy working that night, Travis, has a notable scar as such) so Darrell asked "She said it was the one with the scar on his lip... You've got a scar on your lip right?" to which he said he did but it was very small and only noticable when he smiles and he was shocked she'd noticed.
Revelation plan number was was a failure.

Darrell left and I decided to post a blog (the one previous to this one) to Rob stating it was a joke. Rob called me in a few minutes and asked how I felt about the whole thing and I told him I'd posted a blog explaining and he could just read that. As I was telling him, someone came in and he had to go. About twenty minutes later I noticed he'd commented and shite. And just a few after that even, he called once more opening with "Dude I knew you two were kidding." which may or may not be true... I dunno...

Anywho, that's the explanation for those who don't get the previous post and for posterity so... Ya.

-=The Prynce

Rob's the Hippopotamus!

Rob...

You're so gullable.

We were kidding.

But she did say to tell you 'Thanks'.

:D

-=The Prynce

The Price is our own life until its gone...

I'm very tired.

Last night I met Heather and like... Three of her friends at Broadway. I was drained and totally unaccustomed to being awake at such a time but I dealt.
Anywho, those of you who know me well know my horrible anxiety. I mean, I've got GAD and SAD. I'm not a very social person. Especially when I'm around people I don't know and virtually no one that I do. And when I am able to be around people without freaking, I'm a pretty quiet person. I've always been like that unless I'm around certain people. So that was a bit of torture in and of itself.
They were cool people though. He friend Danny actually reminds me like... A LOT of a friend of mine from high school, Kel.
Heather's great, though. Incredibly tiny, though. Probably about the same size as Christy when we were dating which is... Again... Tiny. lol.
She still can't really get that I just don't talk a lot though. The rare times that I do talk a lot, it has to be in one-on-one situations unless I'm REALLY comfortable with everyone involved which is really rare.

I've been off the last two days and it feels like a fucking eternity! See, like, when I got home Thursday morning I went to bed early and got up early that afternoon, showered, then went and got Rian. It was raining or I was gonna take him to the park or something and since it was getting late, I just took him to Chik-Fil-A and after eating, I was gonna take him to their little indoor playland thingy and let him play.
But he kept messing around and not eating so it took forever...
Then before we could go play, he wet himself and it leaked out of his diaper and all over his pants. His diaper was really really full so I kinda see why... I just assumed he'd have a fresh one on when he left home. Or at least one that wasn't filled completely.
So anyway that killed our plans for playing which sucked because after I changed him and put his wet clothes in a bag, we had to leave of course and as we were leaving he was saying something like "I gonna play outside, Da-Da." which was what I was telling him we were gonna do when he finished eating.
I really hate disappointing him... Seriously... I know he's just a baby but I still don't want him to get mad at me and stuff of to begin to think that I don't keep my word.

But according to his mother, he said he had fun so that's good. He's also a little jerk, though as he also told her that I was mean and ate all of his chicken! All I did was eat a small piece so he'd eat one. And when that wasn't working, I had to tell him I was gonna eat it for him to eat. He'd say I could have it and I'd slowly put it towards my mouth and he'd scream "No Da-Da that's my chick" or something similar.
On a similar topic, I was telling someone about that and called him a little jerk or something and they noted that I word things strangely apparently. I'm not sure if she meant my calling him a jerk or not but if so (or if anyone else is like "That's a terrible thing to say!"), you've got to understand how I see him. Yeah, he's only two... But I see him as almost like a full grown person with a horrible vocabulary. I mean, he sits in the back of my car in his little seat when I pick him up and he constantly talks shit about my driving.
So, yeah. I love our relationship. He's my son and best friend all in one.

I mentioned my anxiety disorders earlier... They never went away when I was on anti-depressants although it was supposed to treat all of that, also.
My depression, however, did seem to at least fade into the background of my mind, though.
I came off of my medication probably over 6 months ago. It was one of those sad situations that politicians don't fucking understand where it came down to me having to choose between the medication I needed, a place to live and eating. I chose to drop the medication. The withdrawals from the Effexor was probably one of the worse months ever... There are these things called 'brain shivers' that occur almost non-stop with any movement you make. It feels a lot like it sounds... Like you brain just shivers really fast in your head... It sucked BADLY. I could hardly function. It was like having an incredibly high fever for a month straight.

Nonetheless, I came off of them and I was fine. My depression didn't come pounding at my door and I thought the chemical imbalance in my brain had corrected itself while I was medicated or something.

Alas, it did not.

I haven't been nearly as bad off lately as I used to be, but over the past week or so I've felt it creeping back in. Maybe I've just been tired which I know from experience can cause depressive feelings in me. I don't know.
My fear, however, is that its what I feel it might be which is (in hurricane terms) the 'outer rain bands' of the approaching storm.

The good part of all of this is that I feel more like me when I'm depressed. That was when I had creativity spilling out of my body, though I rarely acted on it.
And if you're a fan of my older blog posts (which more people were than are my current shite posts, lol) then maybe I can somehow fall back into that groove. I dunno.

At any rate, I'm out of shite to say so... I dunno...

-=The Prynce

Draft Peter Sellers

What I'd like to have right now is for all of you fat, out of shape, Internet idiots to keep the noise down while I take off my inhibitions and give you a good look at the sexiest blog to ever exist with the title 'Eve of Destruction'.

Heh, just wanted to start this blog off on a Rude note.

I watched a really bizarre movie for the second time recently... Its one of those movies that leaves an impression on you that is impossible to explain, really. Its just a "You'll just have to see it" type thing.
But the movie was Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb and... Wow. It is truly one strange thing to see. Given, it's a Kubrick film so it is somewhat understood that it is going to have something of a interesting feel to it. But this movie constantly blows my mind.
Its a mostly comedic/satirical movie about nuclear holocaust set off by a crazed general who thinks that the fluoridation of water is a Communist conspiracy to "sap and impurify" the bodily fluids of Americans.

Simply said, fucking watch it if you ever have a chance. It took me months to find a copy to watch and it was worth it.

Chris Leak wasn't drafted in the NFL draft in a classic "What the fuck?!" moment. The local college, Coastal Carolina, had their quarterback (Tyler Thigpen) drafted in the 7th round. Not to say he didn't deserve it but... He didn't lead his team to a NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!
Everyone's like "Eh, its because Leak's only 5'11" and he can't cut it in the NFL." to which I say "Fuck you!"
Most defensive players in the NFL would have a hard time getting a hand on someone so small and fast. I mean, Michael Vick is fast as hell but he's what... 6'5"?
To me Chris Leak is like Michael Vick but more accurate and harder to get a hand on...

I dunno. I complain.

I had lots of things to post about but none of them are coming to mind so... I find myself ending this blog with nothing at all being stated that was worth half a nickel. Sorry. =(

-=The Prynce