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Why does this

Why does this annoy me so much?

I hate it when people come over and fall asleep on my couch. I HATE it with a passion. It pisses me off more than anything. I can't exactly understand why, but it does. It always happens a lot.

Anyway... an addition to the problems on Monday night... I got home last night and did some cleaning up. There were empty soda cans and pizza boxes scattered about from my friends the night before. I picked all those up and threw them away. No big deal, not a problem. Then I take the plastic sack out of my trash can to take to the dumpster and I smell this nasty ass horrible smell. I look down and there's a big pool of Ranch dressing at the bottom of my trash can. Now, I don't eat or buy ranch dressing, so one of my friends had to take it there, open the package (a plastic bag from a fast food place I think), then just throw it away, mostly full, in my trash can without a bag. Then, realizing he was an asshole for doing so, covered it up by then inserting a plastic bag into my can. Bloody savages. I don't know if any of you have smelled day old ranch dressing from the bottom of a trash can, but it's not pleasant. I had to clean it out with a sponge and dish soap. It was gross.

Last night one of my more "messy" friends came over. I quoted "messy", only because he's not and everyone believes he is. Sure, his apartment is cluttered, but cluttered is not messy. Messes bother me, clutter doesn't. Sure, he left beer bottles on my counter and dirty dishes in my sink. That's no big deal. He didn't preheat my oven to 550 degrees for no reason or spill ranch dressing into my trash can. He also didn't wipe shit on my couches and phone. He asked to use my phone before he used it. He'll be invited over more often.

He did fall asleep on my couch though, which was annoying. He works third shift, so at 9 I woke him up. He called me an asshole and went back to sleep. At 9:30 I woke him up again, at which point he got mad at me for not waking him up earlier. That was annoying.

Tonight, hopefully, will be $3/lb. wing night at Garner's. We will not eat at my place because my visitors have been annoying me lately.

I forgot to type an entry.

Briefly that is. I just remembered, just now.

Last night's events...

Went to my place. Returned some phone calls from some annoying people I don't really want to hang out with. But... one came over and was obnoxious, as per usual. Then 2 people I wanted to come over came over. They helped themselves to my food, which was annoying. They used my phone without asking, which was annoying. They had greasy nasty hands and felt free to wipe them on my new couches. Of course a lot of the grease wound up on my phone as well. Then they tried to take over my TV, insulting what I was watching, and wouldn't give me back my cool ass remote control. One of them went outside, into my courtyard, to smoke and left the door open, so it was butt ass cold when I went to bed. While preparing my food for themselves, one set off my fire alarm (because nothing needs to be cooked at 550 degrees). I told him "hit the button to turn it off", but instead he ripped it out of my ceiling for no good reason. I had to put it back because he's too short. I tried to drop hints that I wanted to be left alone, since I was annoyed to hell by my stupid visitors, but they didn't get it and stuck around pretty much forever. It wasn't a good night. Tonight I will chill, by myself, with no company. I will not answer my phone or return phone calls. That's bitchy, isn't it? Ah well...

Holiday weekend, from the top....

Okay, so I left here on Wednesday night. The weekend was less than eventful, but I'll bore you with the details anyway.

Wednesday- Buffalo wings at my place. $3/lb. night, how can I resist?
Thursday- Thanksgiving lunch at my aunt's place. I brought a friend who doesn't have family close. He wants my cousin now.
Friday- Basically just wasted the day as best I could.
Saturday- Spent the day shopping, then watched some movies at my place. Passed on a party that sounded fun but turned out lame.
Sunday- Saw Charlie's Angels, then watched Transformers.

Then here I am. I wanted a weekend to chill out and settle in my apartment, so I was glad it came. I could have had more fun, but that's all right.

This week will be spent on little annoyances I have to do... my car needs some repairs and I have to help my dad carry some stuff at my parent's place.

Tradition makes this

Tradition makes this wings and beer night at my place. Yee haw.

I probably won't be posting again until Monday, but I wanted to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving. For those of you, like me, who have a 4 day weekend, enjoy it. For those of you who don't... well, sucks to be you.

Peace out. Have a good break.

Bloody savages.

I don't have much to report from last night. I stayed in, watched my new X-Men DVD and went to sleep at like 9:30. The interesting stuff happened shortly after.

I woke up at about 1:45 to the sound of crashing in my courtyard. I got up and carefully looked around the corner, through the window into my courtyard. There was a brand new broken beer bottle and some sort of toilet paper or something that was soaked and rolled up. I looked up to see if I could see the culprit, and to my surprise I saw a guy climbing the pipes down right into my courtyard. Not wanting to interrupt, I sat there and watched. He got down, looked around (it seemed as if he looked right at me) but then went about his business. He picked up my keg (with one hand) and started climbing back up. He dropped it and it made this really loud noise. He kept climbing up and his friend was like "Get the keg", to which he replied "It's cashed", and the friend replied "Then bust it!". I had enough by this point and yelled "Don't bust the keg". My window was closed, and they were too drunk to be able to figure out who said it. They looked around all paranoid-ish, and he finished his climb to the window in record time. They shut their window and that was that.

I'm really going to have to do something about that courtyard problem. My door isn't very secure at all... any retard could just climb down and walk right in.

Later in the night I heard pounding at my back door. Now, my back door goes to my building's laundry room. So, the person pounding had to be living in my building. I was getting up to see who it was, until I heard weird screaming. Now, I don't want to sound mean, but I think that's impossible here. It truly sounded like a retarded lady screaming. She kept saying things like "LET ME INTO THIS APARTMENT".

So, I need a clever way to deal with this courtyard nonsense. Any ideas? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

various ramblings.

So, yesterday shortly after my post I got an email from Jill/Julie about the incident at my party. She didn't say anything close to what I had heard, so I don't know what to believe. I don't think either of them is lying, because I just have faith in them. My guess is that the REAL conversation was a hybrid of the 2 I have heard. If that's not the case... well, that sucks.

Last night a few friends came over and we tried to finish off that second keg. It was flat, but very cold, so bearable.
It's not done, but it's a lot closer. A kind of ex-friend of mine stopped by, but we were more than civil and I told him to stop by some other time. That boy has issues. I won't have cable until Saturday, so we've been recycling all my movies over and over. Last night it was the Lost World. I'm buying a few new DVDs tonight, so we won't have to recycle.

I was trying to sleep last night and people kept throwing stuff into my courtyard. I could hear them all laughing and stuff then one dude threw a bottle of beer out. It hit my keg and made this really loud noise, then broke. I'm guessing the bottle was full because there's nasty skanky beer there and it's making my whole courtyard and hallway stink like shit. Bloody savages. I'm trying to think of a funny, practical joke way to put a stop to that, sort of like the saran wrap on the toilet bowl, but modified for a window. Any ideas?

Okay the events

Okay, the events of the weekend, from the top.

Friday I had to move even more junk into my place. Now, keep in mind that on Friday I was tired as hell from being out way too late on Thursday. Still though, I went, by myself, back to my parent's house and loaded a bunk bed/futon thing into my dad's truck. I took it to my apartment and called a friend who helped me unload. He left and I started unpacking things and putting them where they needed to be. The plan was for me and 3 friends to got to Damon's again, but plans kept being interrupted and pushed back. Finally we made it to Damon's, but it was like 7:30 and one of my friends works 3rd shift, so we had to have a kind of rushed dinner. We get back to my place, Angie makes Jello shots, I put my bed/futon thing together, Mullens falls asleep on my couch. I was asleep by 10:30, because I had to wake up at 7 the next day to let they guys in who are supposed to be putting in my shower.

So, the next day I wake up bright and early. The guys were a little late, but I let them in and went back to bed for a few hours. I drove my dad's truck back to my parent's place and showered there as the guys finished my shower. Then it was back into town to run many, many errands that go along with throwing a party. We had to buy alcohol, chips, ice, etc. etc. I have a lot of friends who don't drink, so they were going to come early before it got wild. They left as we finished setting up... moving furniture out of the way and locking up valuables.

As all parties do, this one started out kind of slow. Some people showed up at 8 or so, which was unexpected. Around 8:45, no one else had showed, and that kind of scared them. I informed them that it was rare that parties start before 9 or 9:30 and they seemed shocked. I found out later this was because they were all high schoolers. Yikes.

Slowly people started coming. But, when it rains it pours, right? Soon there were about 75 people there, in every room of my apartment at once. Pushing my way to the keg got harder and harder, that is of course until the keg got cashed. We got another one late in the night, and that one is close to empty too.

Some interesting events, though...

Jill/Julie showed up, which made me really happy. I kind of hung out with her because she didn't know anyone else there, and I knew she didn't want to be there anyway. I wanted it to be mostly painless for her. I think it was, and I hope she had a good time. I know at one point she confronted one of my friends and asked him what I thought of her. Since I was not there, this conversation is not anywhere close to verbatim, but it's what I gathered from talking to him.

Jill: So what does Tim think of me?
Mullens: I'm not sure, but he was pretty pissed at you pretty recently.
Jill: Did he say that?
Mullens: He never came out and said anything, but I think he was pretty mad.
Jill: Why?
Mullens: Well, mostly because you just don't really care about anything he does or says.
Jill: Oh....

So, that was that I guess. Jill/Julie hasn't mentioned anything about this conversation to me, but I'm looking forward to it in a weird, masochistic sort of way.

A lot of people showed up that I didn't expect to. I'm sort of half obsessed with one of Angie's roommates, and she came up and talked for me for a good 15 minutes. That had never happened between us before, so it was awesome. Infatuated... I think that's a better phrase than half obsessed. I'm infatuated with her.

So, back to the high schoolers. As was expected, they got really drunk really fast and we hanging all over everyone. There was one girl named Christina... cute girl, and a hugger, which I like. Well, she got really wasted. She was falling asleep on one of my couches and I looked over right as she puked all over the couch and herself. She started bawling and screaming and going nuts. We got her changed into one of my t-shirts, and cleaned up the mess she had made. People who are better at comforting than I am comforted her and assured her we still liked her.

In my apartment there's a place I call my 'courtyard', which is outside, and goes right up the middle of the building. There's windows all around the place, and while in the courtyard some people poked their heads out to see what was going on. We told them there was a party, free beer, and they should come down. They did, and were really cool. Unfortunately they brought along some guys who weren't cool. Not at all. There were a lot of people there, and I couldn't remember all their names. So, I started calling people things by their attributes. Like "baldy" was the guy with the shaved head, "goatee" was the guy with the goatee, etc. Well, one guy didn't like that and got all up in my face about it. I seriously thought he was kidding around, so I started coming back with these lame ass comments, like "Dude, I know a guy who can kick your ass" and "fuck you, I'm a biter"... things like that. He said something about a gang of thugs from Kewanee (another town in Illinois) kicking my ass. I laughed, because that's funny. I turned around to see a huge crowd of people forming to watch this. Long story short, he was completely and totally serious about everything that was said, and he really wanted to kick my ass. It took 2 girls to make the peace between us.

The 2 girls were the 2 girls that live in my building, and the ones we shouted to in my courtyard. On 2 separate occasions they both took me into a secluded room and talked to me. One mentioned how serious they were, and how they just intruded on her and she didn't want them around. I just listened and nodded. It's true, I give people shit because I think it's funny. It's gotten me into some trouble before, but never as serious as this. I told her that, and I told her it was my fault and that I shouldn't have let it get that far. But honestly, and I'm serious her, I thought it was all a joke.

The second girl told me I was a "funny shit" and a "sheister", who will say what it takes to get myself out of trouble. I talk more shit than I can handle, and then try to talk my way out of it. Very true, I said. Especially the funny shit part. We made amends, and both of them told me they liked me and were sorry for bringing those guys. Both of them mentioned how many cool friends I had, and how I must be a likeable guy. They said they liked me, but it would take a while for some people to get used to me. I'm pretty used to that, too.

One of my friends was being a dick to his girlfriend. I don't want to or need to get into the specifics. She got really upset and I tried to calm her down. This was very late in the evening so most everyone had cleared out. We walked around the block and I hugged her a lot. Finally I had to go back inside and yell at her boyfriend and make sure he was on the other side of the apartment so she could walk through and gather her belongings. He puked in my courtyard, then a friend of his took him home.

Well, around 4:00 am, everyone had left or passed out in various places around the apartment. I walked around, handing out blankets to everyone who needed them, then went to sleep myself. I woke up to pee at about 9:30 and most of the people who had passed out had left by this point. I was wide awake, neither drunk or hungover. Amazing to say the least. Me and the 2 remaining partiers watched a movie, then I left to get cleaning supplies, and most of the rest of the day was spent cleaning.

I was trying to get to sleep last night at about 9:15. I had gotten about 4 hours the night earlier, so I was tired. I fell asleep almost immediately, which is rare for me. Around 9:30 a party started right above my room playing shitty dance music. I couldn't stand it for long, so I left and went to sleep in a loveseat on the other end of the apartment. I slept there until 3 am. Then it was back to my real bed. My back hurts like a motherfucker today.

And that was my weekend. I hope you've enjoyed it.

Finally the end

Finally, the end of Friday. This week seems to have gone by a lot quicker than most. It's probably because I've been so busy... not with work, but just in general.

This weekend is going to be a blast. Anyone in the Peoria area who wants to stop by my place on Saturday for free beer, you're more than welcome. Or even people NOT in the Peoria area who will travel hundred of miles for free beer, you're welcome as well.

As per usual, I'm leaving early. Have a good weekend everyone, I'll drink a beer for all of you. I expect the same in return.

I have so little self control.

Yesterday I was going to stay home, unpack, set up, etc. I went back to my parent's place to pick up some essentials, then to my apartment. I unpacked, mounted my speaker wires to the wall, things like that. A friend called and said they were going to hit the bars for a while. I told him I wanted to set up, then just go to sleep early.

At first it worked. Then I got bored.

He called again at about 10:30, which was later than when I had planned on being in bed. He made a strong case, and I folded. I went out to the bars.

Here's another helpful hint from Tim. When you don't want to spend any money, pretend you don't have any. Now, I really didn't have any, but I had no idea how forgiving people would be to my situation. I walk in to get my wristband, he checks my ID and asks me for $1, for the cover. I just said "Ya know what, I don't even have a dollar... my friends are here, I'll go get..." but he cut me off, gave me my wristband and said "Fuck it dude."

Then people bought me beer all night. I also talked to the soccer players, which are like gods at Bradley. Didn't seem too cool to me though.

Tonight I'm going to Damen's with some friends, then back to my place to finish setting up. I will finish setting up tonight. I swear I will. I'm also going to sleep early, since my shower is getting installed at 7am tomorrow and I have to be awake to answer the door. Saturday is supposed to be my day off, and I have to get up early.

last night's events

I know, I broke tradition and skipped what I did last night. I know you're all dying to know, so here goes.

I "hung out" with the guy from DIS. He seemed very interested, but just didn't have 1. enough animators to undertake the big projects he had planned and 2. didn't have enough money to hire them all. I'm keeping in touch with him though, since there's not a lot of character animation work in Peoria, and I'm very eager to do some.

We talked for like an hour and 45 minutes. Then I picked up some stuff from my house, took it to my apartment, we watched a movie and ate some hot wings and drank some beer. It was mostly a guy's night... me, 2 other guys who go by only their last name, Fabish and Mullens, and GayJay, whose real name is Irby. He prefers GayJay, since even GayJay is a better name than Irby. Angie stopped by later, but we don't hesitate to be generally disgusting around her. I think she likes it, actually.

I spent a while writing out my expenses and comparing it to what I make. I'll be all right once I make it past the first 2 months. I just have a lot of expenses right now... activating my phone and installing my cable, not to mention my couches and things. My air hockey table will have to wait. I've never been in a position where I couldn't pay off my entire credit card bill with one check before, but those days are coming to a close.

Fabish was the guy with all those girl problems that it took strippers to cure. Well, apparently she just broke up with her boyfriend, and he left my place early to go over to her place. I can't believe it. He took a poll with who was there. The poll was what he should say to her when he got over there. Here's the results:

Fabish should tell her to:
Shut the hell up (2 votes)
Go to hell (1 vote)
Suck my fucking cock, bitch (1 vote).

I bet her caved and was just the understanding sissy boy that girl turns him into. I used to be that boy. Poor guy.