Doing my part.

Well, I'm not sure exactly what the hell this is going to end up being. I'm not even sure why I'm starting one of these stupid things. I hate the word (if it's accepted as such yet) "Blog" and I hate it even more that by simply typing out my thoughts here I now fall into the infamous group of "bloggers" all the newspeople feel have some sort of importance to report every couple minutes.

JWOB - Jason's Waste Of Bandwidth. I figure why not? People still use AOL and that's about the biggest waste of bandwidth (next to all the neato pictures, jokes, and warnings everyone feels it necessary to forward to me every few hours). So here it is, folks - playing my part in muddying up the internet waters.

So today I played about the worst game of golf ever - even worse than the first time I played with the "Pauls". I wanted to throw my clubs several times. I suppose it might not have hurt - they would have gone farther than my ball did a couple times. Oh well.

I was rude to Jenny on the phone earlier. I didn't mean to be and now I feel bad about it. I was playing golf and someone was teeing off and my phone rang. It was distracting and by keeping the ringer on I was rude - it's sort of like being in the movie theater but not *as* bad I suppose. Even still, I'm sorry, babe.

Every time I go to a party street like 6th street in Austin, 4th street in Louisville, and the like I realize that I just don't care for that scene much anymore. I go, drink, enjoy the "scenery" and that's about it. Tonight, though, at least I got to play some darts even though Paul beat me and it was his first time playing. He probably wouldn't have beaten me if he had a dart sticking out of one of his eyes. I probably wouldn't have been allowed to play though if I had made that happen.

Why am I doing this? Why am I putting my thoughts down for others to read when a) they probably don't give a shit and b) I don't really care for anyone to know anyway. If I want them to know I'll tell them. This is what makes me wonder if I'll ever "blog" again. *shrug*

Damnit, I have to do laundry. I hate doing laundry - especially when I'm out of town. Oh well, at least I don't have to do it at the hotel.

Fantastic 4 was quite a let-down. It was weak on pretty much everything. I don't get it though - it was 2 hours long but it just seemed like it was rushed. Maybe they spent too much time explaining how they got their powers and too little time developing their abilities and using them for good. The Thing's wife was such a bitch. I'm glad they parted. She knew it was him but shook her head and told him to get away. Could she have been any more superficial? He was better off. They left a cliff-hanger at the end for a possibility of a 2nd one. I will not be seeing it unless it's free and even then I'm not 100% sure I'll watch the whole thing.

It's 3am and I should get some sleep.