Dustin.Villepigue.Dahpimpsta.Zeus.RV.No Talent Ass Clown.GU.Huge.Party Animal.Blah.Crazy
Now a college man...I've seen it all..be prepared to see through my eyes and mind
Look at my tall goofy ass on my WEBCAM.
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2003 Updated statement - I'm back because you want me back...I'm gunna try my best to keep the good shiiiiettt posted...otherwise it'll be stupid drama that I want to make funny!!! If you get involved...beware of being called out properly!!! That's how it works!! No holds bard...bring it my way!!! Oh and by the way...when I write these so random thoughts...it's almost 100% in a non-conscious fucked up state...so level with me...and don't break out a tissue to cry...so ain't worth it...take it like the bastards everyone is!!
When you read these entries...not all are considered to be funny while I try my hardest to get deep and thoughtful in a random crazy way. My entries are like a Royal Rumble...no holds bard...no rules...and if a drunk fan gets involved...they get a testicle ripped off!! Yet one rule persists...you must have an open mind along with a open can of beer..I prefer Bud Light...as I challenge society and people and find the loop holes in which people make mistakes and therefore must be exposed and pooped out into a big toilet which I call the public spotlight which I also call my friends. People say I'm outlandish, very very random and crazy...hey I have feelings too, but I write what comes to mind...so beware I can get awfully distraught and nasty. Please enjoy and I'll see you all in HELL!!!
2/12/03
"Deuschbag Award for the Day"...which will be awarded to a person everyday who is more of a deuschbag then anyone else..more likely known as the Idiot Award or Dumbass of the Day Award possibly...and today the award goes to..drumroll please...Bobby Electric. The reason is because to getting back at someone he pulled his pants down and rubbed his a-hole all over this guys doorknob.
Everyday we are exposed to music, because we all love to listen to it. Music gets people going and jump starts you for whatever you might be doing. For me music is an escape, I would take music over just about anything. People dance to music, have sex to music, slurp a slurpie to music, and even shower with music. Yet that's not the point I'm trying to make, my purpose is about people singing in their own rooms to themselves. It's funny because everyone does it. You know you do it...that song comes on and you blast it and sing along with it, or at least try because there's always that one verse or line you get mixed up and hope no one else is listening or you get red in the face and feel like peeing your pants outta embarassment. For most of us, singing should stay in our own private space, instead of gaining confidence and thinking you can impress judges such as those on American Idol, by singing Like a Virgin by Madonna. The best is walking by someones room and hearing them singing. This past day I was walking down the hall where I heard an abomination of a voice singing backup to Taking Back Sunday. Yes it was our RA, who will go nameless....David...muhaha. He still doesn't know, but I watched him for more then a couple minutes getting into the soul of the song, as it looked like he was pretending he was actually in the group. Groovin along with the song, pretending he could hit those high notes, yet instead it was a crackling voice. Now I have done the same thing, and actually I'm singing or more as rapping to songs as they play this exact second. The best is when your in your own car by yourself bumpin music, and someone pulls up next to you, and then you immediately stop, because you think you're a fool. Next time roll down the window, and sing directly in the direction of the people staring at you with confusion. Be proud to sing the song, and hope it's some older people that will then bring up the stereotype....ohhh those young kids and their rap shit. Gotta love it!!!!
2/11/03
Ideas have been popping into my head constantly, but because today was a shit day for me, and I'm really about to punch my wall right now, I've decided to open up and just write about my day, because this is a journal and all, and I feel it's my deep Chi. With my Chi, I can calm myself down, therefore this whole next paragraph will be written in disgust and anger for everyone, no matter who you are, yes you, has had a part in making my day a shit hole. By the end of this I think things will be better, but I still think you should all die of gonorrhea and rot in hell!!! Would you like a cookie son???
Missing a week of school is seriously a bitch. I'm not trying to give you all my drama by complaining and bickering about it, but today was some shit. For some crazy reason, I can't sleep anymore, I toss and turn for about six-seven hours a night, giving me a total of like a good hour of sleep. After lagging over to my guitar class, my teacher, who is a really cool professor, wants me to sit down with him on the weekend, so he can teach me fingerpicking on the guitar. Whoa whoa whoa, the weekend??? I was kinda disgrumbled by this, don't get me wrong, that is tight of a teacher to take his own time to help a student, but come on...it's college, the weekend = getaway from any aspect of school work. Anyways, so I proceed to my next class...Philosophy, which is basically a class to listen and blurt out something when you disagree. The nice thing is that you are never really right or wrong. Never the less, I constantly was daydreaming and passing in and out of consciousness althroughout the seventy-five minutes of class. Yet I did manage to blurt out two funny philosophical ideas that got a few laughs, so that made the class worth while. Then on to practice, which is basically going to war. Today I managed to break a blood vessel in my arm, obtain six visible scratches, three that currently bleed when I pick at them, and I got an elbow to the face causing me to drop to the ground as I lost vision for 1.23 seconds. Then there was the lottery for living in Corkery Apartments. First of all...my anger level is really high, and it's currently 12:36 at night, which means my plan on TRYING to go to sleep hasn't worked. Therefore I'm still having my PMS phase (Yes, a girl said I was PMS'ing <~~~ Thank you Stef.) Back to the lottery, I don't have much to say except for people who get mad at me because I play basketball and they think we get whatever we want. Fucking stereotypes I say, why give me all the shit?? I know everyone needs a place to live, one god damn person ain't gunna make the difference. To the housing department, your lottery is a bunch of bullshit, why generate numbers at all...I think it should be a free-for-all of some sorts. Violence is the key tonight ladies and gentlemen. Finally we have my getaway from everything....the Library. Yes folks, I once again have gone to the library, just because I'm in dire straits to study for tests I have no clue about tommorow. I get in the library thinking I'm escaping my phone, randoms coming to talk with me, the computer and any other distractions. Boy was I wrong!!! The first few minutes was ok, until some friends came up and said Hi and adding a little conversation. I had no problem with that, but then at another table some girl's cell phone rings. OH There Goes The World!!! The chit-chatting began, and don't forget your in a freaking LIBRARY, where it's suppose to be quiet, or I thought. Quite the funny conversation though, what else am I suppose to do, I had to peep in on the convo. It didn't end there, within the couple hours I put in of work, about three different phones went off, but at least others walked to a spot where no one else was. FREAKIN IDIOTS!!! Leaving the library to watch Real World was my only break of the day, and I'm glad for Frank kissing Trishelle, because I honestly thought the guy was gay. I don't think too much good came out of the day. Basically, I feel better because my anger is gone, and I can be happy again, but damn it, another day is upon me and life has a possibility of eating my ass again.
My anger has been suppressed and I have excercised the demons. Feel free to approach me tommorow with the mentality that I won't be mad at you, and try to somehow injure you outta spite. Dustin is a changed man, and will consistently change to blend into my own enviorment and how I see it fit. By the way, there is a plastic bag outside my window that has been dangling from the tree right next to the wall everyone at GU paints on for advertisements. Not too many of you know about the bag, but that is my focal point of life, everything stems from that single lonesome plastic bag that is trapped and has no way of getting away. Sometimes I feel like that plastic bag, just wanting to fly away, but then you realize you're in Spokane and trapped within your own hell!!!
2/10/03
L.A. was all I hoped for except for the loss to LMU, but sometimes things just don't go your way. Yet anyways...The Leno Show was not too bad...taking the team bus over to my house and having dinner and a little party was tight. Then after LMU, going over to my house again to enjoy another fun Cali night, indeed this trip was fun, fo shizzel!
What's with the hobos around Spokane? They must love Gonzaga, because they are starting to inhabit this campus. Supposedly there was a hobo sleeping in Foley, snugged up on a study couch. Then tonight...as we look out to gaze at the stars...a fire seemed to lurk in the new building GU is building next to Herak. At first thought, we assumed it was a hobo hideout and he/she was cuddling next to a fire four stories up in a half-built building. Bum Hunter Time!!! We sent Steve to check it out, and with radio in hand we kept contact. As he told us he was in the building, we lost contact for a good 20 minutes and got worried. Davies, Electric and I headed over there to save Steve in 28 degree weather at 11:00 at night. We get over there and look around in the dark, weary construction site. Definately there was some fire up there. The exploration went raw and we headed back with everyone still scoping it out. Steve comes back some 30 minutes later, with no evidence of any bum. So are hobo hunting has ended there for the day. Hopefully we find some sooner or later.
Back to the randomness of today's events or thoughts. First and foremost...I think the Joe Millionaire show is a bunch of suspenseful bullshit. Supposedly there was suppose to be the final show tonight...but no...they have a two-hour special next week. No no no, I don't want to watch two more hours of his life...because the network Fox is like a toilet that won't stop flushing. They choose these crazy, erotic thiller of reality shows and make them so devious that people watch them religiously and fall in love with the guy. Now the audience thinks that Joe is a white trash construction worker from the slums of Middle town America who makes not even enough income to be able and afford a haircut for his floppy donkey dick hair...yet the only reason I say that is because mine was long and disgusting, at least in my eyes. Back to Joe, now we hear about this ironic twist during the last episode, possibly tricking the audience again, making us think he really is a big-time Cash money millionaire. Stupid Fox, and I love their new reality show coming up..."Married by America." Boy ain't that some messed up shit...having people call in to match up couples who have to marry before they even meet. Are you serious??? I'm usually not one to beg to differ with things like this, but we already have a high divorce rate in this nation, forcing two strangers to tie the knot is far fetched...yet I'm still gunna watch it.
I found this kinda funny...credit due to Ryan Franklin for finding this erotic masterbation material. Here are funny synonyms for masterbation.
For the Ladies:
Filling the pink taco Filling your niche, Finding yourself, Fingering something out, Finishing the job, Fishing for cumpliments, Fishing for mackerel, Flipping the light switch repeatedly, Flossing the cat, Fluffing the kitty, Gagging my meat hole, Gagging the clam, Getting a lube job, Getting a stain out of my carpet, Getting a stinky pinky
For the Guys:
Freeing Willy Getting your palm red, Givin' the one-eyed field mouse with the purple turtle-neck sweater a hot-butter nuggie, Giving the pink Mustang a spit shine, Giving the seamen shore leave, Giving yourself a helping hand, Giving yourself a low five, Having a play date with your little friend, Having a puppet show in your pants, Having a staff meeting, Hitchhiking under the Big Top, Launching the morning missile, Letting out the bulimic one-eyed monster, Making special sauce with frank and beans, Making the bald guy cry, Making the Cyclops do chin-ups 'til he throws up, Making the llama spit, Manhandling your man-handle
Random Events Occuring on February 10th 2003:
Coach Few calling Tyler a moron and then calling him a dumbass, with authority!!!
Wiles making three (I say four but one of the comments was an iffy) homosexual type comments, making us re-evaluate his sexuality status.
Bowling with random people, and some guy who called me Dwayne although I had a god damn name tag on.
This day really did kinda suck...just because I had to make up a weeks work.
Guys agree with me, Girls can indeed be labeled skeez.
Sorry...my brain is dead...I'm going to sleep!
2/3/03
First and foremost...this journal has gotten off to a great start...lot's of people have enjoyed reading it...although I think I haven't had that great of things to laugh about (It will get better fo sho!!), and because sometimes I have so much too say, I don't get it down because I don't want you to pretend your reading a novel of some sorts, cuz us people really hate to read novels. Keep ideas coming...and just to let you know I'm off to L.A. tommorow, so the journal might be temporarily down until Sunday...unless I find the internet somewhere. I will try my hardest for all the peoples!!!
Sorry for the late night entry...I'm multi-tasking like a mofo...first I'm trying too grub on yummy McDonald's cheeseburgers...while I'm writing this entry...while talking online to a good handful of people...also playing Tiger Woods '03 for X-Box...which I've practically torn everyone a new a-hole in!!! PLease forgive me as I'm trying to hard to please everyone at the same time...just another day...holla at yah boy!!!
This idea comes straight from the beautiful Linz...who gave me the good ole' "give me two seconds" during a conversation. Guys can all agree with me on this one, there needs to be a conversion factor involved...to convert girl time into actual time, known to us on the West Coast as Pacific Standard Time. I ain't gunna say shiiiiieettt about guy time...that's a whole other topic...but I'm gunna say girl time is totally different! Fo sheeeez! So back to the what we can call the, "conversion factor." I'm gunna break it down like this...for the average girl in her teens to early twenties...here is my own personal conversion factor as I've scuddled my way along in life learning these little unknown facts. Alright alright alright...I'd say that with every increasing increment of time, the conversion is longer and longer. Starting at one second...I'd have to go with about a minute conversion to real time, simply saying that for every second a girl says hold on..it's gunna be at least a minute, so sit back...crack open a beer and relax. Now getting a little bit up there with time..let's say that a girl says hold on a minute...oh man your screwed, just might as well do some jumpin-jacks and take a long brisk walk...because she aint coming back for at least fifteen minutes. Rarely...almost rarely does a girl not give a time, because they are always about time...trust me...next time you ask her about her day...or what she did...it has something involved with time...but I'm referring to girls making guys wait...so basically if she says she'll be right back with no time...hahah there is no chance of a comeback...consider that a straight dissssssss!!! So basically, girls making a guy wait for a few seconds can turn into an eternity, so guys don't forget to properly adjust or your just wasting your time!! Finally a message to the beautiful ladies out there...just don't play with guys and time...because we know for a fact you'll be keeping us for longer then you say, but we're idiots and we wait...BUT NO MORE!!!
Off to Los Angeles I go now...as I will miss everyone...almost a whole week in the Cali sunshine!! Life sucks don't it!!! It is a business trip though...as Pepperdine and LMU stand in our way of a WCC title!! Too my friends back home..oh yes it will be once again fun!!! February 5th @ 9:00 Pacific Time on ESPN...we take on Pepperdine...check us out fo shizzel mah nizzel!!
This is a scrambled message that only one person will know...unless your devious and totally figure me out, so unless you think it's for you...don't try:
Mjoa, H1vhkk2lhrr3xnt4udsx5ltbg5zmc4xnt3zqd2z1rodbhzk2zmc3svdds5fhqk6snn8ld!!!
This person told me to put something in about how I feel...well that's the truth right there!!!
2/2/03
Something that really bothers me is Mcdonalds new sticker they put on bags that say "Double Checked, for customer satisfaction." Be honest, is that gunna make us, the consumer, more trustworthing that there isn't something missing. Do they really have some guy that is the "double check guy" who takes out all the food once it's bagged and then re-checks it too make sure it's all there? I shit you not, I put money where my mouth is in saying that within 5 visits there they'll fuck up one of your orders, disproving that two checks isn't enough. We pay for food and expect perfection of getting the food how we wanted it, and why should we have to worry about triple checking the bag before you go home, causing traffic to build up in the line. Honestly, putting a double check on your bags means something...if you haven't figured it out...I would say that they've screwed up a lot to have to have a double checker. I tell yah...the imperfections of society...very funny. McDonalds is some aight food, but just proving that customer service is bad, but just because it's a dead end job and people in the drive thru always give the guy shit...I know cuz I do it...bad Dustin!
Just another day in the life of living in Spokane...today we had to travel up Division to re-rent Tiger Woods 2003 on X-Box...possibly the greatest game ever. So we make it up to Blockbuster AFTER we called and they said we had to bring the game in to re-rent it..just remember this fact. So we get there and I walk up to this guy who obviously hates his job...because he tried over and over to scan the game...and everytime he would get more and more frusterated because Steve and I stood there laughing at him. Randomly he yells to the only other worker in the store, "This is Rob's game." Jokingly I say "It's actually our game sir," that was a mistake. So a girl comes over to help him because the poor guy just is confused by the whole re-renting process. So she goes $12+ dollars please, and I say...hmmm that's a bit steep for one more week. Then she tells me, and this is the funny part because in a bitchy tone, thinking we are idiots she says, "Well sir, the rental was due at 12 o'clock this afternoon, so you owe for the late rental, but since you guys owe a late fee you basically own it for another week...and because you checked it in, now you re-rented it plus the late rental fee, so you could've just kept it." Blockbuster employees are now the most idiotic people alive, freaking idiots to my concern. First off we did call, and they said we had to bring it in, and back to the non-communicative guy that was still frusterated because he had to call the manager over, he should've done his job by saying, "Sir you already owe a late fee, so basically you have re-rented it." Boy that just made me and Steve laugh. I havn't rented from Blockbuster in a while and I thought that all rentals were due back at Midnight, am I right?? Yet the funniest thing came next as the guy hands it to us and says "Its due back next Monday, thank you for choosing Blockbuster." Still laughing from the whole thing being hilarious, I ask the guy...at noon?? And he says, oh yeah...like the dumbass he was for the previous time not telling us that it was noon not midnight. That's making an easy process very complicated and confusing.
Westside ya'll, I'd have to say the Westside Connection: Ice Cube, Mac-10, W.C. a.k.a. The Gangsta, The Killa, and the Dope Deala...got me through the day today, cuz "today was a good day" (<--- Charlie Bell Holla!!) Music just gets yah going for no apparent reason...it's totally kept me sane.
Here are some quotes from people that talked to me during the day...
Lindsay, "Shit only follows ya if ya let it!">/p>
Mandy, "I'll lick him good."
Hillary, "I would've beaten you up at the party if you were smaller."
Roscoe, "I didn't hook up with any girl."
Blue Oyster Cult SNL Skit, "I need more cowbell!"
Charlie, "Holla!"
Bucher, "Dustin order pizza" - Why cuz you think I have unlimited flex, because I'm a basketball player...idiots who think that!!
2/1/03
Just another day in the life....welp I'm off the IL so I got to suit up today for the game. Yet the trainer's decision was to not let me play in front of four-thousand...up by thirty..with a few minutes to go...to this I say..Bastard Fucks!!
With the game over and the night ahead of me...I was still a bit pissed off I didn't get to play...so I was to take my anger out on something I like to call "Alcohol!"...One of my friends whom I can always count on in times of troubles. SO gradually everyone showed up at K.O.B's house where cd's skip like a mutha fuccccccka, beer cans overflow the recycle bin, and Icehouse is the drink of the house. Speed Quarters was the game of the night once again...and as it was the usual fun, it got even better when girls joined the game. The great thing in this game is, for people who can sink a shot anytime, they can screw other people over really well. So as the girls sat down...both happened to make it on their first ever shot, thinking this game is easy. NOT!! After they became cocky, it was just them persistently drinking, because all the guys teamed up...thatta boys!!! Emily a.k.a Pasco ended up having the worst luck in the game...as she made it constantly in the middle cup of beer causing for an automatic drink...sorry girl...but it was all fun fo shizzel!!!
It came time to walk over to the basketball house, where the fun began to persue. Girls, girls, girls...and then the Santa Clara basketball team myseteriously showed up, but I knew a few guys so it was all good. Welp with my Poor Sport in hand (Poor Sport = All Sport mixed with Vodka, yes I copyright that name) I proceeded to be beligerant drunk talking and screwing around with everyone. Just about all the friends were there, accept a few that I wish were there but supposedly stayed in and watched a movie, but it was all good :) Yeah so the night was just drunken fun...although it was a long night the highlight of the night was seeing my ex-girlfriend hoooking up with another Santa Clara basketball player and giving me dirty looks....why? Then I get a message later on instant messenger saying something how I'm fucked up in the head and shit like that...before I accidently closed it...so I didn't get to read all of it, but I think it was a message of hate the rest of the way down. Now that I think of it maybe I am fucked up in the head, but I feel that is due to outside distractions!!! Boy what a night...although more things went on till five in the mourn...I'm really blacked out to what actually went on, PRAISE THE POOR SPORT!!!
~The Random Actual Thoughts of Dustin's Mind on Saturday~
Bucher is really drunk...he just kissed me on the cheek..should I be scared??
Who throws a Mike's Hard Lemonade bottle in the DeSmet shower?? It sucks there's glass on the ground, but shit...who the hell drinks Mike's Hard Lemonade??
Bucher said I should make her scream really really loud!!!
Poor Sport is the ultimate drink...but it's not funny to get regular All-Sport and switch with mine while I'm not looking...then drink half of it and apologuise because you said you didn't know which one is which...damn it!!!
It's funny how girls talk to me and say they are scared to meet any basketball player because they'll be labeled a JC (Jersey Chaser)...I give that a quick laugh HA!
That apple was pretty good, I wish it was a Granny!
AOL Instant Messenger was created by Satan!
Linz...Linz...Linz
Santa Clara B-Ball players are tight guys...who comes and parties with a team that just beat them down by thirty.
Heidi is actually laying on a hardwood floor...saying she's taking a power nap at two in the mourn...my ass...that's called passing out.
How sweaty is it up in this biiiattcchhh??? Too many bodies dancing and moving around rapidly causing heat that lurks and makes the sweat glands sweat...Yuck!
Buff...no matter what you say...you have to drink the cup...I made the quarter.
For every beer I have...I feel like I'm gettingtaller and taller and now become claustrophobic as the night goes on. I shit you not!
I'm just grindin man..ya'll nevermind me!
1/31/03
It's definately February, time for me to speak my mind about my own personal shit...and things that bug other people yet I can explain...you might not even care about what I write about...while most of my material is focused to certain people and others might not get the drift. Sorry buddy...too bad for you!!! Carlo Rosse and Vodka to live forever!!!
I've decided that I will try my best to entertain and creat laughter...but just on some nights...serious stress and anger must be sought off for my own reasons. Shit me not...I will start getting the funny stuff you all wait for going...but tonight...girls must be called out... just too much drama for our momma. So deal with me...as I slowly upgrade my site too look a little more 2003, and get some great comic relief up in this bitch!!Here it is fellaz...the journal once again back up in dis...biaaattccchh...although my life was on hold for a whole Summer and Winter... shit hit the fan...and splatttered all over the place. I would like to say this was in most cases a good thing. Summer was the shiiiet...first few months of school were just a matter of being a year older..the season was fun till I broke my foot...and to this moment...life has been very cruel to me. I write this for the purpose of me looking back on how my life was lived and appreciated...but as I'm open to others and love for people to see my side...I try not to offend others and don't expect anything but a laugh...instead of lame remarks about someone that felt they were disssssssed by my writings...get over it!!! My thoughts don't have to mean a damn thing to other people...so please sit back, crack a Bud Light, light up that J...because Deezy's in this beezy fo sheezy!!!
I hoped for this first journal entry of many too be funny, and something to laugh at...but as I anticipated it to come out tonight...the night has caused for a not so great first entry...but I promise...ceratinly in a good week...laughter will be held...and problems will be solved!!!
Tonight is more like a wrap-up on girls vs. guys the saga story of how everyone plays each other. Girls play guys and guys play girls...it ain't no god damn secret...it's freakin obvious unless your sitting with your thumbs up your ass. On the reallido, girls I've decided just make things more difficult then they really are, and life is a bitch because of it.
Quick comment on the ladies tip: Although you might think that guys fuck you over...it's a whole stereotypical issue...because it seems as if the girls are on the screwing over side. Ladies...think about the last time you tried to fuck a guy over...yep just about everytime...No Comment!!!
Welp that is basically how my night went...randomness that I felt would roll over good...just hit the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down. People too often perceive other people...most often the opposite sex...as the inferior type...and welp they also give them a stereotype that makes their minds up for em. Guys know this...the girl here's one little bad thing...and it's just about done for. WE call this thing a reputation...your rep. With a small ass school like Gonzaga...a rep can drop you like a dime...and it's hard to get yourself outta it. Girls are just devils in their own little way!!!
So my thoughts might be babbled tonight...as I probably don't even realize I'm writing this...it's a subconcious effort because alcohol plays tricks on yah...but I try my best...and welp if you don't like it...I'm not hurt by it!