Let Me Explain Complain

Who's that psychologist who talked about the hierarchy of needs? 

Maslow or some shit?  Well I am relatively healthy.  I have a shelter.  I have parents who love me.  I have friendships and I have relationships.  I'd say my self-esteem is doing pretty well.  The top of this ladder that I'm not so sure about is self- actualization. How does one actually reach self-actualization?   I'd have to pull out my old psychology notes or google it and I don't have the time right now.  Can you even look that up though?  Isn't the whole point of self- actualization self-actualizing?  Who knows where I am going with this really.  

I feel like I'm a good person.  I also feel like I could be a better person.  Maybe work on my patience level a little more, maybe keep my room a little neater.  Just little things here and there that would make my life easier.  

There are also things that could make my life easier and less stressful if some people; people that I don't even know, people that I don't need to ever worry about but I do anyway, people that are supposed to make me feel better, people that should be there for me, and people that just are annoying could shut the fuck up.

Maybe the doctor who is supposed to call you back with your test results could not call you back two minuets before their lunch break leaving a message saying, "Could you please call me back, I need to go over your test results with you." which could mean ANYTHING and they use their stupid doctor monotone voice when they say this too.  Then when they don't do that, you don't have to call them back to listen to a voicemail saying the phone lines are down because they are eating.  And then you wouldn't have to worry about which number to press to try to connect with an actual person and not a machine after 2 o'clock.  And then you don't have to wait all that time and go through all these phone tag games and figure out what the fuck is wrong with you in the first place.

Maybe the family of 4 (mom, dad, 2 little boys) shouldn't come into eat lunch at your work place in the middle of the lunch rush expecting a "quiet meal" at a popular restaurant.  Maybe when they don't do that the woman won't scream sentences with no subject like, "IS IT BECAUSE I AM OLD?". Then maybe you wouldn't have to ask her what she's talking about.  And then when you don't have to do that, she won't have to say, "IS IT SO LOUD IN HERE BECAUSE I AM OLD?"  Then after she doesn't do this you don't offer her a table outside which she doesn't claim to be too hot.  Maybe if she never came in at all she wouldn't make you look like a helpful asshole because it was too loud for her ancient ass.

It's been a stressful week and it's only Monday.  

I'll work on being a better person if you work on not being such a cunt.

mstrkrft...not

I attempted to see MSTRKRFT July 16,2008.

I attempted again last night September 26, 2008. 

I did not see them.

I now have a strong feeling that I never will.

Someone must of put a hex on me.  I swear.

(Speaking of hexes, I suppose I should write a blog about other hexes that are going on in my life and the lives of others close to me... it may be an epidemic.)

I'm not so sure that I should get into it to WHY I didn't get to see them to protect that not so innocent.

Whatever. Shitty night.

Walking down the streets of LA, a city I am unfamiliar with, the WRONG way, it took $22

for a taxi to finally get us back to Brett's loft.

At least I'm alive.

At the very least.

Out With The New, Stay With The Old

Just a small timeline glimpse

Good friendships are hard to find.  And when I say the word friendship, what I mean is the underlining meaning like: a confidant, sister, secret keeper, reallll understanding person, always voices their own opinion but will support you in what you do anyway, amazing, and every other adjective along those lines.  

I plan on blogging about certain people in People Who Keep Me Sane, but for the mean time let me introduce you to my life supporters.  

Thick and thin, no matter what- I know nothing will ever happen to us three.  Weeding out the bad can be a hard thing to do, but when you know a true friend you know.  The other friends I've had, and I don't want to speak for Gnome & Meesch, but I could they were good friendships at times... but obviously something was not right.  You're not in my life anymore so sorry.  And it is kind of sad when you think about it- really.  Like what happened to everyone else?  Did they go away, was it something I said?  They're not here now so I guess I'll never know. I read in a book or heard in a movie, you know what I'm saying, that a best friend is someone that even if you don't talk to them for weeks- nothing changes. You can just pick up right where you left off. 

This isn't a sentimental, I'm so lucky to have them in my life type thing... even though I am.  I am just preparing you to watch out for the mayhem that we can and will cause.  We are crazy and we love it.  And this is just me talking, I  am sure they have they're own side of the story.  

Have Ye No Faith?

After driving home from a lunch date I just had with Freckles I was thinking to myself what I could possibly write my next blog on... and when I could write it.  As I was thinking these things I made the decision to get on the 55 from the 405.  This was my mistake.  This was also my inspiration.  Every single person I know can relate to the stress of the 55 (NORTH TO BE SPECIFIC).  It pains me to look at it as I'm driving down the 55 South.  Why is it that it is always filled with idiots?  Why is it that people are trying to drive towards Riverside in the first place? Why can't the people who know the freeway will be crowded avoid it?  Why did I get on the 55 if I feel this way in the first place?  BECAUSE you never know its going to be bad because the on-ramp is curved.  You can't see the 2 lines of cars that merge into one lane that makes all the lanes longer and endless and I swear I've never been as excited to see the Santa Ana City Limits sign as I was today.  There are two good things about the 55 North.  It is next to the 55 South and there is the Sweet Life building right before the Edinger exit.

With all this frustration I just endured, this post will have two main subjects:  

1.) The 55 in general

2.) The on-ramp to the 55 from the 405.

Let's get some citation going with the Merriam-Webster Dictionary in here to prove my points accurately.

According to the dictionary:

Freeway (free*way) n.

1.) an express way with fully controlled access

2.) a toll free highway

If you do not understand the term freeway let me express it in my own words:

It is free. You do not have to pay.  

You get on it and get off it where you need to.

Drive straight with the fully accessible lanes.

Do not drive slow.

Do not break and go and break and go.

Part 1: (the 55 in general)

The only time where one can drive on the 55 without road rage or an anxiety attack is 10:00 pm-7:00 am.

Exhibit A:

This is an example of when it is safe to drive on the 55 Costa Mesa Freeway.

Exhibit B:

This is an example of what assholes do to the 55 freeway when people need it the most.

Part 2: (55 on-ramp from 405)

I have no given up on this on-ramp.  I don't plan on giving up on it either.  I believe that one day in a world where people learn to drive on the freeway faster than 60 mph to get where you want to go that this on ramp will work to its fullest potential.  

Just a few thoughts.

The Fresh Start

Hi.  I'm Gib.  19.  Fun: loves to have fun, loves to make fun.  Nice to meet you. Mere inspired me to create a blog.  I do not know if I have the balls to create sections such as The Bitches that No One Misses, but then again I am 4 years behind so I have plenty of time to grow a pair.  Over the past 2 years I've learned through many obstacles to not give a shit of "What People Think".  I choose who I want in my life and who I don't want in my life. I do what I want. & why not document the life of Gibler? Can you think of a reason? Didn't think so.

Let's start off with the 411 

(or is it 911 because these facts are that important?):

 BFFLS:

Lawn Gnome & The Token MeeschGay

Relationship Status:

Taken & Loving it by Freckles

Siblings:

 The 12-year- old giant & my Siblings' Sibling Mere

Immediate Family: 

Barb & NTGUY4U

Extended Family: 

I would look into the mental health records to write accurate descriptions, 

but then I would have to break in the asylum and well... 

I can't risk getting caught, hand cuffed, and sent to jail

so we'll skip them

Pets:

(aka my zoo)

Dog- Shi Tzu- Emilia Minuet Thermopolus Renaldi

Cats- Destiny, Lucy, Josie

Bird- Angel

Education: 

1 1/2 years into the 10 year college plan

Likes:

Sex & The City, The Office, Desperate Housewives,

 Mustard, Electronica, LoveFest, Excessive amounts of caffeine,

Blue Icees, Jelly Beans, Rice, Procrastination, Money, etc.

Dislikes:

The uncomfortable feeling when you walk into a room & don't know anyone, 

Girls, Alan Thicke's son, Anxiety, Probably you, Narrow-minded people, Math 30, Waking up early, CRICKETS

Hopes & Dreams:

Unknown.  Yes, it's a problem.

So now that we have that out of the way & we're on a first name basis... let's get going.

I don't know how often I will be writing in this blog.  But I plan on keeping my personal opinions on things updated rather often.  I plan on letting you know the facts of my life as much as possible.  And let you know the things that I will be doing so you can feel lesser of a person when you are not doing them with me. ;) So I guess that means that I am going to try to keep up with this as much as possible.

Thanks for stopping by betch.