Coca-Cola Blak

 

Rightly dubbed (by the great philosopher Sean) as liquid ass in a bottle. This is the worst concoction in a bottle since the beginning of time. The horrendous taste rivals that of TigerMalt and Pennywort Drink.
There is no redemption for such putrid revulsion that was my tongue when it first tasted that first horrendous drop. It tastes of liquid Sugar Crisp mixed with the sweetest of colas.
I warn you, loyal readers, steer clear of any Blak colas in the near future

~Sean

"Expect the unexpected..."

It is a common quote in all aspects of life. "Expect The Unexpected". Its origins are more than likely that of media, a catch phrase used whenever someone was caught 'not' expecting the unexpected. It has gone through time without any analysis of its context, like many catch phrases. However, I intend to analyze it.
To expect the unexpected, one must know all about the situation. Who or what variables are there? What kinds of things are involved, and how far can you trust their tolerances to the current predicament? What factors are available to cause such a circumstance where the unexpected would occur? These and many others are all the "expected", though the "unexpected" far outnumber them.
The trouble is how to categorize the "unexpected", as in, what kinds of things are you dealing with that could suddenly happen? Is it an explosive situation where one or more parties could get heated and antagonized? Or could it be as simple as theorizing the outcome of a board game? These are more factors that could go under the category of "expected".
Now, if you are expecting something, wouldn't the opposite reaction become "unexpected" by default? Therefore making this statement false? Not entirely, if you expect something, then you would at least know what the opposite could be, therefore facilitating you to at least remotely expect it; and subsequently, anything in-between.
Now for case examples of the "unexpected". Say if a subject were to take twice the prescribed dosage of Oxybutynin (roughly 45mg in a single day) and instead of experiencing such overdose side effects as: convulsions, irritability, and seeing wings sprout from their own forearms (i.e. hallucinations), and eventual paralysis and respiratory failure; he should lose control of his bladder that would not only be quite the hilarious turn around, but it would be categorized as "unexpected". Whereas the normal side effects are tragic, but "expected". This raises the dilemma, is the "expected" always the preferred course of action?
To answer a serious theological question such as that one would need to first understand causality, the process of that any action will have a reaction, and said reaction may trigger one or more actions. This in turn produces a multiplying effect what would seem to push the human race into an ever-expanding universe of possibilities. More possibilities mean more things that would go unexpected unless one was aware of them.
Now, back to the dilemma at hand, to "expect the unexpected". If you were to truly expect the unexpected, then would not the hither-to conclusions that were expected be cast off into the title of "unexpected"? In all common grounds, the answer would be yes, but if you were to apply it again, then the secondary unexpected conclusion would become expected again, therefore making every possibility expected.
In conclusion, the phrase "Expect the unexpected" is in itself, misleading. However, if you look closely enough into it’s meaning it covers all of its own angles and comes out logical in the end. I propose to negate any such thinking from further times the phrase "Expect Everything" should be adopted. Then again, that phrase could be seen as lame, especially in the eyes of media and viewers alike, though more thoroughly accurate and proven not to be falsified in any way. Then again, to expect everything wouldn't one also expect the "unexpected"?

Essays of a crazed man,
~Sean

p.s. If you made it to this part of my blog you must be high or something. None the less I am quite sure your IQ has dropped several points through reading it.

Update On Sleeping Area

Alright, if you are Billy or Virginia you already know this.
For the rest of you happless fools, I have found myself a bed!
In more detail, tis a futon, bigger than my old bed, and it looks like it has a very comfortable matress.
I had my eye on it a few times when I was walking around downtown for lunch, except I never really wanted to bug anyone at the store about the price, because a crappier looking sofa-bed was beside it with a huge price, but today Billy and Vee finally convinced me to crack and I asked them what the price of it was. I was astonished by it's low-ness!
$199! Plus $30 for moving!
That is imcredibly low by my standards, and I'm pretty sure I've found myself a new bed, I just hope to god that they change the matress on it before giving it to me, because there is quite the pronounced stain on it, and I don't want anything that has been sat on by the regulars in Jackson Square... *shudders*

~Sean

Boom!

Yeah, I'm blogging again.
I am so very bored, and no one is online to talk to... So I've decided to kind of talk to myself, but in a more "sane" fasion.
Okay so... First I guess I shall update you on things. Took my first sick day of the year yesterday (My mind still goes off of school year time)... Twas quite the disapointment, I was expecting it to be so much more, lol. One good thing that came from it is that I found out that Rammstein is really good shaving music, makes you want to just take a straight razor and fuck someone up! Too bad I'm using a Gillet Triad or some 3 bladed crap like that. Lol... Triad assassins are fags, they can't kill shit.
My package is late as well, was supposed to be here yesterday, and tis not even here today. Boourns, I hate when shipping takes longer than expected, stupid O-Bon Holiday, messing with everything.
I am so looking forward to American holidays so that I can not work, but visit my friends while they are doing what they do during the day. I shall totaly mess with them.
So work... Tisn't that bad, I like getting paid. They finally paid me for that one week of work that they forgot to pay me for... Like, 3 days after they said they would have it done, those swines! Twas the great amount of roughly $172.51, if memory serves me, and I put it straight into my savings account. I think I'll just go on a spending spree with my money one day soon... Or just buy a lot of crap that I need. I finall got new shoes, I got new pants... I dunno what else to get. I really like my new pants, they are black with white pinstripes = the coolest shit I've worn on my ass since plaid thongs... Wait... Did I just type that? Ha, screw you all. If you read my blog enough you already know my thoughts on man thongs... I shall never joke about em again in La Senza.
Wait, hardly any of that last paragraph was about work... My bosses are being dicks, partly because their bosses are being dicks to them, so I say fuck em, shit roles down hill, I'll keep doing my job well enough to not get fucked around with. Man, some people are really getting angry because their hours are getting screwed with becuase they get sent home early for sucking at their job.
Umm... What else is there for me to say? It's not even funny, but my life has been dominated my work now. I work more hours of the day then I sleep! Damnit I need to sleep more.
Ohh! On the subject of sleeping, I no longer have a bed. :) The poor girl finally gave out, I should have expected an old bed like that to not be able to take me like... half jumping, half falling backwards onto the very edge of the bed... Ahh well.
I've now got a pretty good nest set up on the floor, complete with blankets and pillows and shit. I am deciding whether I should buy a cot, to be more precise, a "Coleman Convert A Cot" or a futon frame and just put my old matress on it for now... Like, the cot, and the futon frame are both the same price, so I know not what to do. I'm good with sleeping on the floor for now, but incase I was to have some lady folk over... Well, I'd like for them to have the whole cot experience. ;)
Now that I've thought of it, a cot would suck for that... Futon just started looking better to me. :D
Anywho... The woman situation remains confusing for me, but I am trying as hard as I can to make it work, I probably won't give regular updates or anything for that would more than likely just shame me.
Anything else I can say now? Probably not... Umm... Meh, I miss evreyone, but I'll be seeing them sometimes, so all is well I suppose.

Regretfully signing off,
~Sean

A Little Love This Time

CREEPY, UNNERVING, threatening, sinister... even inhuman. These are words that people have used to describe Sean when he first awakens in the early hours of the morn.
So yeah, most of that was the opening statement about those creepy "Black-eyed kids" who are soulless and just walk around haunting people.
I am so bored, and tis weird, like... I partayed, and hung with friends this weekend, but tis a Monday night and I am exceedingly bored.
Back to work tomorrow, lucky for me I get to wear casual clothing all week long! No more putting suits on, not like it changes much. This week, no ties for Sean!
Umm... Nothing else... Honestly, there isn't shit going on. I still need to call Sherwood and tell em the reason why I'm not picking up my time table... Those blighters really don't get a hint ehh?
Umm... I get paid Friday? You really know I am at a lack of things to type when I talk about that...
So yeah, I'm going to miss all my friends, fucking bastards. It wouldn't have been cured even if I had gone to College/University either, because they all split up! Some are in College, some are in University, some are still at Sherwood... Argh!
Umm... I bought a new hat, I hear it makes me look emo, though I've heard that it doesn't for now I am quite happy with this hat, for it keeps my hair out of my face and the sun from my eyes. I'm prolly going to break out the 'ol toque though soon, for winter is coming.
Yeah, about that.
Hah! Made yeh think I was going to say shit about Winter! Fooled you all!
I'm cool like that. I got a Yoshi toy from MacD's last week, it plays the theme song from Yoshi's Story. I fucking loved that game.
I watched a bit of Casper today, the movie... The First movie. Well... first in the sense that it's the one with actual people in it. Anyways, I remembered how much I like that movie, and how much I wish I had it. I think if I get some more DVDs from eBay soon I shall have to add that one to the list.
I feel I have jabbered on along enough, so... I guess I shall leave you with some parting words.
And as I final note, I am going to tell you about the greif that struck me this morning when I learned of Steve Irwins death... Killed by a sting ray... What are the bloody odds that he gets a sting ray barb straight to the heart!?!

~Sean

p.s. Yeah, those were my parting words, so eat someones ass if you feel jipped.