EZKATON

..irritates me so much. Seriously? This is supposed to be funny? And yet I watch it, almost every night, out of sheer boredom and due to the fact that my antennas get horrible reception on most other channels…

Twenty years ago today, I emerged from the dark, warm recesses of my mother’s womb to live in the cold, harsh. Hurray for me! But really, it’s been an eventful 20 years, and I’m glad to finally leave behind my teenage. Here’s to many more years and new beginnings!

In other news, I’ve opened up a Blogger.com account and started another Ezkaton blog over there. I will still be using this one, but it will be reserved for brief updates and media, while the Blogger account will be more like a journal.

I was just on blogger.com, because I plan on making this blog mostly just media and brief updates, and storing the lengthy stuff over there. Unfortunately, the URL I want, “ezkaton.blogspot.com”, is already taken. Bummer, someone got it before me. Then, I decided to go look it up, and see what the guy who got the URL first was writing about. What did I find? Nothing. The blog is in Spanish, and supposed to be about metal music, but there are no posts, no information, no customization… nothing. What a waste of the name…

On a side note, I think I’m going to start making a list of reasons why my parents are irritating. This is inspired by a thing the Rob, Arnie, and Dawn Show did, which was a thing that they used to do that was called something like “1,000 Reasons Why Dawn isn’t Fun.” It might still be on their site still, but I didn’t see it when I stopped by a minute ago and looked around for about a minute (I’ll post it later on if I find it). But anyway, I think I’m going to do “Infinite Reasons Why My Parent are Stupid,” because they’ve been pissing me off lately way more than usual and have been completely stupid…

So, the Super Bowl went well, I guess. I actually didn’t watch any of it. Not even a second, because I had other stuff going on. The Saints won, and I kinda wanted them to, but not for any really reason. I just randomly picked them, because I don’t really care either way. The selection of snacks was kinda disappointing this year too, at least in comparison to the usual. We had taquitos and jalapeño poppers as we always do, and in addition we had ruffled lays, pita chips, spinach dip, guacamole, and hummus. All of them were good, especially the hummus (I think I’ve got a thing for that stuff now, and I’m eating some as I type this), but it we just lacked the extra amounts of junk food we usually have. Oh well. Of course, I heard all the screaming at the TV through my bedroom wall. I forgot to mention my mom gets in on the shouting too, which is double lame. But oh well, at least it’s over.

I was going to use the second half of this post to ramble on about my newfound love for YouTube. I’ve always loved the site, but lately I’ve been spending ungodly amounts of time on the site. But, I’m not going to go into that now, because I feel like shit, and have way too much going on in life and way too much on my mind at the moment. Sorry… See you all later.

So, I haven’t posted here in about 3 weeks. Lame, I know, but score 1 for the procrastinators and slackers back home! Noooo, that’s not something I’m proud of. But anyway, to save my blog from going absolutely silent again, and failing again, I’m gonna ramble now. Mkay? Cool!

So anyway, I crashed in bed last night around 1/1:15. I was exhausted, but I’m not sure why. I mean, I went to bed at 4am the night before, and slept until 10:30am, and that’s 6 and a half hours, right? Soooo, why did I feel like I only slept for 3? I don’t know. Whatever. Anyway, so I woke up this morning around 9-ish, home alone (everyone else went to church), and one of the first things I noticed was that I had an awful taste in my mouth. Now, I’m not exactly sure why, but it could be that I ate a  ton of junk food at the St. Amant house last night, to the point where I felt queasy, and forgot to brush my teeth before I went to bed because I was so tired. Eeeeewww… I HATE it when that happens. So, after sitting in bed and staring off into space for a few minutes, fixated on the horrible taste in my mouth (tasted like I’d licked roadkill or something), I decided to wander to my parents’ bathroom to see if they had any mouthwash. To my disappointment, I could not find any. So, I decided to sit around on the computer for a while, and ignore it. Then,  I got the random idea of rinsing my mouth with warm salt water. I figured that since dentists recommend it for cleaning your mouth after surgery like getting your wisdom teeth removed, maybe it’ll clean the taste out of my mouth. So, I took a small child’s cup out of the cabinet, dumped a bunch of salt in it, filled it with water, and threw it in the microwave for a minute. After rinsing my mouth with mouthfuls of that stuff, and then rinsing it with plain water, I couldn’t tell whether or not it worked. My mouth now kinda tasted like salty roadkill. So, I sat around in disappointment for a little bit longer, until suddenly a random thought popped into my head: “Hey! Why don’t I just brush my teeth?!” I realize that this should have been the first thing I thought of, but I’m slow this morning, so shut up. I went to the bathroom and did that, and my mouth tasted a lot better. Still had a little bit of a bitter taste, but I think it’s mostly gone. At least now everything I eat won’t taste horrible.

In other news, today is Super Bowl Sunday. Do I care about the actual game? No. The commercials? Kinda. The food? Hell yes. I can honestly say that that is the only reason I look forward to the Super Bowl every year, and that I’ve never watched the game from start to finish. My parents always by a boatload of delicious, artery-clogging junk food every year for it. The only downside is that it’s also the one day of the year that my dad decides he’s an apeshit-crazy football fan. He doesn’t watch any other games throughout the year, and yet he still sits in front of the TV on Super Bowl Sunday screaming, shouting, and cheering at the screen as if the outcome of the game makes a big difference in his life. Whatever… So, I always end up grabbing a plate of junk food, retreating to my room with the door closed, turning on the TV and putting the game at a low volume in the background, and either working on homework or screwing around on the computer. Exciting, huh? Actually, for the most part it’s pretty peaceful in my room, except when the ape-like screams come through the walls. I should think about investing in soundproofing my room…