"well I guess sometime there just aren't enough rocks" name that movie. I watched that tonight. w00t.

alright, so I've been up for 36 hours, with maybe 2 hours of sleep in me, and I'm getting up around 10:30 tomorrow to get ready to head back to the kent area... eventhough I'm going to have around 8-10 hours to kill in ellensburg... hopefully I'll find something productive to do... I think I'm going to spend most of it reading and talking with spanky. she's so good to me.

anyways, the next few days are going to be really nice for me... I really hope at least. wish me luck.

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alright, maybe the inspector gadget reference was a little off... but whatever.

I just watched a movie that is 3 hours long... which usually I get about halfway through, then I need something else to do while watching... but this movie holds my attention everytime I watch it. it is phenomenal.

Meet Joe Black

that's right. I LOVE that movie. it gets me everytime. and if you think that means crying... think again, because it doesn't... it just gets me. you should watch it with me sometime... all the emotions are in this one. but not crying. I don't do that. well not often enough for me to be known for crying, and so little that people think it's kinda gross that I don't cry in situations I should... or something like that.

comments don't seem to be working, so I'll talk to the webmaster(ryan, what's the dillio with the com-bombs? holla back atcha boy)

alright... other than that. I'm up at 9 a.m. well, before it actually... I woke up at 4:30 last night... which I thought was past the boredline... so I stayed up all night tonight.

I watched one other movie tonight... guess it(except ben)... here is the quote

"yippi kai yay mother fucker"

today was a day of complete NOTHING.

dane woke me up at noon, which I asked him to wake me up when he woke up... so that was good... I got up, ate some cereal, and then started playing some warcraft... after about half an hour, I fell back asleep, and dane didn't notice until around 4 or something... played more warcraft... went and got pizza... ben came home... more warcraft... then I noticed something awesome... a movie that I really like was on t.v. what was this awesome? because EVERYONE I talk to about this movie say that it sucks... it stars jason biggs and mena suvari... he moves to new york, where he isn't accepted, he moves to an animal shelter... she's dating a professor... a cat has kittens... he puts on a sarah mclachlan shirt and jeans with boxers sewn into them to make him look gangsta. name that movie, WITHOUT LOOKING IT UP ONLINE! yeah... everyone hates this movie... I enjoyed it... I dunno, maybe I just enjoy really crappy movies. but some movies are just horrible.

anyways... it's now 4 a.m. That is all I've done today... pretty cool huh? it was REALLY relaxing. and I'm really close to 33, so I'm happy.

I'm listening to element eighty, and importing 7 modest mouse albums onto itunes. that means I gotta go. time to read some more... oh yeah, I read like a 2 chapters of the book I'm reading today. goodtimes that reading. sorta.

alright, well my day began at the horrible hour of 1 p.m. it was only so horrible because I fell asleep around 5... which gives me 8 hours of sleep... but somehow my body has gotten used to getting around 10 or so... and with less, I'm really drained until I take a shower... and sometimes even after that... whatever... screw you too body.

anyways... I drove John to the Pullman Airport so that he could go up to alaska for the summer. John is a cool dude, I just wanted to add that...

so Erik, Dane, and I went up to spokane because we were dropping Erik off at the Airport up there because he also was going back up to alaska, but it's a lot cheaper from spokane.

so before dropping erik off we went to A&W for some all-american food. so, like the good americans we are(dane is close enough)... we ordered rootbeer, which they serve in the chilled mugs... mmm... I don't like root beer all that much, but yet, I got it just to show my pride in the red white and blue... anyways, I drink some, then when it was about half done, I chugged the rest... go get a refill(notice my burger is about half done also)... I get back to the table and this conversation emerges:

"Chug that Peter"
"dude, I just finished one, and I had two pops on the way here"
"don't be a wussy"
"oh, cmon man... I want to enjoy my meal"
"just chug it... please?"
"well, since you asked nicely"

I proceed to DOWN the entire thing... my eyes water, my throat is full of bubbles... I walk up to the counter AGAIN(notice, about a minute or so has gone by... probably less, but I'm no watch)... the guy looks at me and says "did you spill it?"... I reply "no, I drank it"... he notices my eyes being wet and chuckles and fills it up again.

I go sit back down and finish my burger and about half my fries... erik once again says "dude... chug that"... "dude"..."cmon, suck it up and chug it!"... at this time, we were getting ready to leave... *notice: I've only taken a swig of this one... they take their trays and mugs to the garbage can and throw their stuff away and put their mugs on top of it with the trays... all the mugs are empty... after noticing this, and looking back at my full mug, I chug YET ANOTHER one... and walk out...

dane and erik look at me in awe and proceed to talk about how much liquid I just downed and how they are amazed I still not fat... I just sit back with a glaze over my eyes and holding the seat belt as far away from my stomach as possible.

we then went and dropped erik off. dane and I went to riverpark mall, where he spent his $100 gift certificate at banana republic on 5 t-shirts... maybe it's just me and being raised in an old fashioned household... but that is expensive!

after that, we headed home.

once home, we both logged onto WoW for about two hours... then went to a house party, which was fun... I had 2 beers(they were free... the best kind)... anyways, I knew one person there other than dane, plus the party was kinda lame, so we jetted after two. no kegs like last weekend.

it's really weird. I've began to drink more... which is weird, because I always viewed guys that drank different than others, but when I look into the mirror I can kinda see it in myself, which is kinda weird... but whatever... I make sure to drink water and stay responsible...

now I'm home and about to log onto WoW... gnite... I gotta hit 32 before I go to bed... or something like that... so says dane.

I realized something today that is so painfully obvious that I feel really dumb NOT for noticing it. and of course I have been in such a blinded view for so long that I feel all the more so dumb for not noticing it earlier... but now that I notice it, I feel awesome... so what is it that I noticed today?

well first of all, I noticed this by watching scrubs(man I love tv, and especially this show)...

I figured out that:

I don't have to be perfect, hell, I'm not supposed to be.

you're thinking "duh, jeez you're a dumbass Peter"

but over the last almost YEAR I have had this obsession with putting myself down because of something I'm doing wrong, something I could improve, and just keeping myself down for who I am. but that is bullshit because there is noone that is perfect, everyone is different, which makes the world a fun place.

so there that is.

that is a fun title. it has 3 "all"s in it... but I'm sure you noticed. anyways, I finished the second disc of season one of scrubs on dvd(there are 3 discs)... Man I love this show. it does however get me thinking. which I don't like so much because it brings out all my insecurities that I try so hard to hide. damn tv and getting the best of me.

oh, the title also has to do with the fact that I won the caption game... because I'm awesome, and because pepto-bismol... and if anyone comments on the fact that I was the only one to comment... oh man... seriously... oh man...

alright, well I think that is a good enough post.

w00t and a dime.

alright, so tonight I watched the season finale of gilmore girls, which was completely horrible, considering rory dropped out of yale, and luke didn't answer lorelai(eventhough everyone is pretty sure it'll be yes, and then he'll go talk to taylor about the house again, but taylor will be uppity about it or something along those lines... course, they might just go nuts and have luke say no, and then tragically die in the first episode of the next season... but you never know)...

anyways, a new Scrubs wasn't on, so I called erica to see if she wanted to go to hastings to hang out and so that I could buy scrubs first season on dvd, which was only 34.99... which is awesome... considering star trek seasons are HELLA more than that, and so are other shows... but scrubs yet again raises the bar on awesomeness. I also bought the lenny kravitz cd with "dig in" on it and the bloodhound gang's "hooray for boobies" cd... which I was excited for... but ended up being THOUROUGHLY DISSAPOINTED on... ok, no where on this cd does it say ANYTHING at all about being edited. but it was. which blows because the profanity was what made the album so funny and awesome... now it is just lame. boo... oh, I also bought wicker park for 7.00 which is awesome because that movie is PHENOMENAL! seriously.

ok, time to go read more... man this is weird... reading everyday... oh, and two more things.

now that I DO have free time, what am I going to learn how to do?(remember, not sports, because I have AMAZING hand eye coordination and I'm really full of myself for it)

CAPTION THIS!

alright, just to keep everyone updated. apparently I cannot work for EPX(where I was going to work this summer) because Levi works there, and brothers can't work together because of some family member clause they have. some bullshit like that. so now the plan is to stay in pullman and go back to the westside to get a car, then come back and work. we'll see what happens though.

shit, this is annoying.

and I apologize for toying with everyone's emotions. honestly, sorry.

alright, so I AM going to Kent this summer... after deciding to go, then deciding not to, I am deciding TO go... what a crazy ride it has been. toying with everyone's emotions. wuhahaha... actually, my brother REALLY needs someone to work with him, so I am going to.

other than that, I decided not to spend 60 dollars to see jason mraz open for alanis... because really, 60 bucks is kinda a lot of money and to see him open for someone I don't enjoy, just really isn't worth it.

my bed has yet again grew. ben got a twin xl, so I added his twin bed to my bed, and now I can't even reach from one end to the other... it's THAT long, and about one Peter wide. Peter, the new measuring tool, because inches and feet wasn't messed up already.

anyways, I think I'm going to go read a little before falling asleep on this beast of a bed. reading... craziness. exactly.

oh, and one little tidbit for alex. I'm listening to sugar cult. and they rock. good times. see you in a few days buddy.

so, this weekend was pretty damn kickass if you ask me... had a little bit of everything in there. well, most of everything ;)

alright, so the drive home(3 hours) was the shortest 3 hour drive back to pullman I have EVER had... Ben and I were just talking while I drove, and the time just FLEW by... but the weirdest part is that no music was playing for most of it... I usually HAVE to have music on in order to handle a trip that long... but it just flew by... we had one really long conversation(argument really, but whatever, no one was viciously beaten, so it was a conversation) about whether the "7 days" that God created the world in were actual days(as we know days), or just periods of time. I argued periods of time, and he argued days... it was a cool conversation.

anyways, so I am home now, and after reading my latest blog entry and some e-mail I decided on something.

laziness isn't THAT cool.


while it is pretty kickass in most aspects, if you take it to the extreme, it usually gets ugly, much like everything else. lesson of the day... compromise is your friend.

so what am I going to do about my supposedly sad and pathetic life? compromise.

I'm going to sleep in, I'm going to get stuff down around the house, I'm going to work on what needs to be done in other aspects. I'm going to try to keep my room as clean as possible. while doing all this(really not that much) I'm going to try to do something I've tried before and never gotten the hang of(so you know it isn't sports... haha, I'm so vain). guess it.

other than that, I'm going to try to level hollaretic in warcraft.

my life isn't so bad because of a lack of things to do... but really lack of something worthwhile to put a large amount of time towards... I'm not against working for something, it just has to be worthwhile. I have to spark an interest in it.

maybe that last thing(what you are guessing on) will spark something lifelong, but we'll just have to see. I'm also taking some classes next fall to hopefully find something worthwhile(schoolwise) to work towards...

other than that... I'm working on finding a car... I have a job as soon as I have a car, but if I don't have a car, I don't have a job... so once I get one, I'll have a job. so hopefully next weekend I'll get to go to the police auction with my bro and buy a car... then hang out in kent for a little while and chill with friends, then head back to the pullman to get crackin on work... but I MIGHT have to make ONE more trip over to seattle area this summer...

so this actually is what the title pertains to.

Jason Mraz is playing in seattle on July 10th... which would be AWESOME because jason mraz is uber cool and everything, plus I really want to see him live... BUT he is playing with alanis morissette... so... do I suck it up and go and hope I don't get castrated while in the crowd or do I just keep working and catch mr.A-Z next time he's in town with someone cooler?

I stay up until 5-8 a.m. every night, walk to dissmores, don't work, just listen to music all day and chat online, I check myspace multiple times a day(some people's more than others ;)...) I check facebook and blogs multiple times a day also. it's disgusting. I sit around my house all day and don't really do anything. at night, well, MY night approximately 2-5 a.m. I get really sad and I really want someone to cuddle with, someone to love, but more importantly someone to love me as much as I love them. it really sucks. the last two weeks I have yearned for someone to hold...

alright, so today I woke up and danny was moving out... which means what? That I could rearrange my room however I want because it is only my room from now on. kickass. I had this room to myself first semester, but second semester I shared it, and I really don't like having a roommate I can't cuddle with(I've never had a roommate I could)... so now the room is back to being MINE! and I love it, if you haven't already noticed... I LOVE IT!!!!

ok, so tonight I watched con, this is a side note because I just watched it and I want to write about it before I forget. He conned a general manager of a ski resort in california to close it all down for a day so that his boy band "ice train" could shoot a video to boost skiing in california. they got free lift tickets, rentals, food, the mountain shut down and a day of free skiing. that is nuts. but awesome.

alright, so the last two nights I have slept on the couch because there were a lot of folded clothes on my bed, and I didn't want to disturb them. plus, my sheets were in the wash... the couch is semi comfortable... but my back felt kinda weird today. anyhoo... MY ROOM! I moved everything myself and arranged it to be kickass!... I put our beds together, so now my triple bed is a reality.

alright, what you all obviously have been waiting for.

pictures.
my new and improved room

my pop can tower... that's right... 113 cans!(all mine, I don't accept cans that others drink, unless they're really cute, and kanani, ben does not count, no matter how cute you think he is... sorry)

my new bed, with my hat to show you how huge it is. and no, I'm not overcompensating for something ;)

My desk. saweet!

dear laughin' it up in Seattle,

I've gots to be so funny because it gives me a place in this large confusing world we live in. plus, it makes other people happy, which is always fun to see. let me tell you a story... this one time when I was in england, I was walking through a pub and I see a guy in the corner, looking really sad... so I walk over to him and say "have you heard the one about the psychic chihuahua?" he replied no, so I told him it and he got a smile on his face, but still looked quite sad(he might just have had horrible posture, but he's british, so I thought he was still sad)... so I tell him the one about the monkey with diarrhea... he stands up and leaves immediately. I thought it was kinda funny and weird, so I just stood up and went back to playing snooker with levi. the next day levi and I were back playing more snooker(it's awesome)... in walks the guy from last night I told the jokes to... he walks up to me and gives me 50 pounds and thanks me for cheering him up last night because his gf dumped him last night, but from me being funny he worked up the nerve(I think it might also have been the alcohol, but whatever) to go back to his gf and proved his love to her. ever since then I've been trying to be funny.

-Peter

dear hairy in hadlock,

no, we have gone through the stone age and moved on. shave.

-Peter

and eatin' good in the neighborhood.

whatever that means.

anyways, I'm in a much better mood than I was yesterday. yesterday sucked for reasons I don't want to go into... but the highlight of it(the good part) was that I talked to both my brother and my mother(seeing as how it was mother's day... well, here it was... where she is it was 1 a.m. the next day... whatever, it all works out)... anyways.

today is going much better. I cleaned my room, well sorta. I took out a lot of the trash and did a lot of laundry... and by a lot of laundry, I mean I sorted it and did 4 loads, and I still have 4 more to do... that is a LOT of clothes! but the funny thing about my clothes is that most of them are from high school or even before that. for example, I still wear some boxer briefs I had when I was 15. that is sad, and sorta gross, but more sad because I still fit into them... I've gained at least 15 poounds since then! haha.

I dunno, I'm trying to be more laid back about life. not worry about it so much and just start to enjoy it. I notice that a lot of people put too much pressure on themselves and can't enjoy the simple things... but also I need to take responsibility and get some work done. it's a delicate balance.

anyways... my bed is a mess, and I don't think I have sheets on it right now... so I should figure that out... have a good night everyone...

oh, and I know someone out there wants to ask a question... so ask it, I'll answer.

maybe a little "dear peter" column or something where I can give my advice. or just make up a story to confuse you more... whichever you prefer. just let me know.

I apologize to all of those who hate mathematics.

what I meant by:
having a room to yourself=gf
sharing a room=makeout buddies
no room=homeless

was that when you have a room to yourself, you can get a girlfriend... when you share a room, the chances of getting a gf are so much lower that sharing a room equals only makeout buddies... no actual commitment, because hey, you have a roommate, no chance for her to stay the night(unless everyone is into that, in which case you are void of this post, because you understand simple math like: (you+me)-clothes/legs=x)... anyways... if you don't have a room, you're homeless.

does it make sense yet?

alright, for those that need an example... hs, I had a room to myself... I had a gf... I go to college where I have a roommate... boom, single, and only makeout buddies apply. first semester this year, I had a room to myself... boom, girlfriend. second semester I get a roommate and I'm single again and only get makeout buddies...

this is why next year and thus afterwards I am going to have a gf... I'm getting a room to myself... BUT! not only that... since I like cuddling so much, and my gf will also... I will have this room to myself... which means danny's bed will also be in my control... which means I'm putting my full bed and his single together to make one AWESOME triple "cuddlisious" bed. the bed, combined with not having to worry about a roommate walk in during a cuddle... you've got yourself a serious gf magnet.

wish me luck... or don't... lets just see what the room has to say about it.

I think the title takes care of one of my random thoughts.

having a room to yourself=gf
sharing a room=makeout buddies
no room=homeless

thoughts?

alright, so have you ever looked around your room and seen total chaos... been out of socks for over a week... all your clothes are on the floor... 60+ pop cans on your desk... pizza crusts and plates and glasses and spoons all over the place... papers wherever they could find a place to be...

but just not cared?

welcome to college.

I'm chill. very chill.

alright, so I am not used to the taste of alcohol at all. my tongue really hates some flavors, and alcohol seems to be one. which I guess is a good thing. although, mike's and smirnoff twisted green apple are AWESOME!

anyways, I rarely drink, but when I do I can barely get a buzz going... it's really weird... alcohol just doesn't hit me very hard... so other than not liking the taste of it, I need to have a lot in order to feel it... not a good combo...

anyways, so I don't think I'll drink that much anymore... I do turn 21 in august, but I doubt I'll drink that much, even when I am legal to do it.

and if you don't believe I'm a chill drunk... well either ask people I've been around drunk, or get some alcohol and invite me over.

either way, you'll find out that I just sit back and talk with people. not that much different from normal, except I'm more outgoing... no seriously... I'll talk to almost anyone. almost.

oh, and jake... I love tubing... so if while boating, you're tubing, give me a hollar.

stay classy, my friends.

title is also "Christianity, to me" since I promised one of these a while ago.. here you go.

Alright, tonight I am talking about a subject that irritates me beyond belief. trust me. what am I talking about? close minded christians that judge others... aka, most of them. I had a conversation with erica about this last night. so I'm going off that.

*warning. some foul language in this entry(later, I think)*

alright, all the time when I look around at the christians I know, I see them judging other christians, judging non-christians, and just butting into other people's business. and I hate it. it's not their business in the first place, and shouldn't say anything... if they do decide to have their point raised, then do it in a respecting and respectable manner. don't shove it in their face that they are in the wrong and going to hell.

ok, still not kow what I am talking about? I was in the bookie(as I often am) hanging out with some friends, who began to talk about how dumb people who lose their virginity before marriage are... especially christians, how can they call themselves christians? and my first thought was... that's none of your business, who the hell are we to judge? we all have different problems and faults. 'but marriage is something sacred! it's way worse than swearing or lying!'... um, doesn't the bible say that all sins are equal? from what I remember it does...

It is god's place, and god's place alone to judge. "Therefore judge nothing before the appointed time; wait till the Lord comes. He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness and will expose the motives of men's hearts" there is no way that you can know their true intentions and thoughts, especially without knowing them or being around them, so therefore, don't judge.

so what as christians do we do? we come alongside, we befriend. we support and help them in the area of sin, but don't judge them. if we judge them, we can't help them. do not look down on someone because they made a choice that you didn't, because they comitted a different sin than you... everyone has their faults and failures. mind your own business.

If you disagree with something someone is doing, and decide to bring it up to them, do not force it in any way... that is not respectful, and just makes you look like an ass.

my annoyance with christians started with a program put on by CRU to outreach... cool, so I go... and it was a how to share your faith seminar type thing... but this is different. they were setting up partners to meet up at the cub and go and look for people to witness to. I just don't like that one bit. so that started my annoyance with christians... random outreach to people you are around daily just seems weird. get to know them, begin to understand who they are, especially since you can! now if you are on a mission trip and you don't have the time to get to know a person, the process can be accelerated, but cmon... going out and LOOKING for someone to save is dumb.

Christianity, to me(there it is again) is what they first teach you about christianity: it is a personal relationship between you and God, in every aspect. and while everything about christianity is personal, you can still share it to others. build trusting relationships, talk, let them know your beliefs, but never belittle theirs or shove it in their face.

everything about it is personal to me... there are people in my life who's thoughts I truly respect, because I allow them to see who I am... and if they confront me on something, that is fine, because I have allowed them that priveledge. but people who see little of who I am, and judge me... cmon, mind your own fucking business and stop trying to fuck up mine. you know, to put it nicely. and all too often I see people breaking that, and it annoys me...

in your own personal life there are people who you trust with more information than anyone else? right? of course... now think of someone coming in and telling you that you're living your life wrong in one aspect... what does that do? piss you off, because who are they to tell you how to live your life.

Christianity is a personal relationship with christ. don't butt into other's relationships, it doesn't work. now, if someone has allowed you to be part of their personal relationship and asks you for your opinion, then respectively give it to them and don't force anything. how about you see a friend of yours who is in sin, but they don't bring it up to you. say something about it, but don't judge them or belittle them at all. let them know where you stand on the issue(politely) and that's it. if they ask you questions about it, or for you to contnue, then do so. but don't come in firing.

alright, it is 5 a.m. now and I REALLY need to study. so goodnight everyone... and I hope that there are thoughts and comments about this. please let me know what you are thinking...

alright, grats to ryan for making this look awesome. oh and me for being the sexy model in the background! w00t! anyways, here is me in a tie... won't see that very often, unless you visit my blog often or have pictures of me in a tie, or take me on formal dates... really it's up to you. anyways, the stage banquet was tonight, which I enjoyed, not really a crazy fun filled evening, but a laid back evening to enjoy. it was nice. I was kanani's bitch, I mean, escort to this thang, and she looked lovely in a black and white dress with flowers in it, and pink around the edges(thus the tie, you know you love the tie). well I need to go study for my three tests today! did I say tests? I mean finals! oops.

alright, I'm so Boned... I have 3 finals monday(tomorrow) and one on tuesday... I studied for maybe like 2 hours today, and tomorrow night I have a date, so I'm pretty much screwed. oops. eh, whatever... I think I'll do pretty well on all of them, so I'm not THAT worried about them, but I definitely should get crackin' on studying tomorrow. it's gonna be nuts.

anyways... I know what you are thinking(all except one person or so) "date? WTF!!! peter has a flippin' date... man I need to stop washing my hair so often and start going on some of those." that's right... anyways, I'm going to the stage banquet with kanani(yes, the cute one from nuthouse... I know, she's awesome). which means that I get to wear my suit!!! w00t! look all shnazzy and shtuff. should be a lot of fun. and apparently there is a really embarassing picture of John during the slideshow, so I'm pumped.

anyways, one quick story for ya'll

today I went to the library to study and found a place to sit. started reading my accounting book when I lean back... after like 10-15 minutes of leaning back, I begin to lean back farther and farther... naturally. so all of the sudden I fall backwards, and the way the desks are set up my back faces the back of a desk... so I fall into a wooden wall and completely nail it making a loud noise... the girl studying at the desk behind me falls backwards out of fear and into the back of a guy's desk, who jumps up in surprise and says "what the fuck? can't you guys keep it down for like 5 minutes so I can study!!!"... me, feeling like an ass apologize to both of them and begin to study again... ok... 15 minutes later... I lean back too far again and fall into her desk AGAIN, this time I don't hit it as hard(learning from my mistakes, but obviously not learning enough)... she jumps up and says "cmon dude, just don't lean back!" the other guy behind her stands up and glares. I tell them that I have random spasms... the guy sits back down, the girl apologizes for yelling at me. I thank her for her apology and begin to study again... I study for like an hour more... both of them are still here... so I decide to have some fun, jeez I'm evil... anyways, so I pack all of my things, put on my hat and glasses and put on my backpack(not standing though, so they don't see me)... I then hit the back of her desk as hard as I can... scaring her again enough to have her fall back into his desk and him get freaked out again... right after I hit it, I bolt for the stairs and run out hearing "you shit-whore! I hope you fail all your finals, bitch!"... laughing I leave. this is how you turn an embarassing moment into a funny one. now if only they had a class on that.