...it's probably because you think you're cooler than me.

So, another year is going by, and I find myself fortunate enough that while I'm wading through this most recent crashing wave of "god I hate this family", I can have enough moments of sheer awesome that it almost makes it all worthwhile.

I feel like a hipster, celebrating Halloween (or Samhain, for people who care) at this age. Actually caring about a costume, and aesthetics? Ugh. But nonetheless, I look forward each year, not just because I love the holiday and have a sweet tooth, but because I spend it in the company of friends and the woman I love. What more can you ask for? More days like that.

Oh, and I saw Florence in the same diner.

Oh, the wit of God.

Seriously though, I'm starting to lose my faith, because of all this crap. I may have done some jerkish things in my life, but I try to help people when I can. My friends know me as a sort of puckish guardian angel. (Okay that may be stretching it) I'm there. I don't deserve to be disrespected like this, by the same people whose name I've tried so hard to restore credibility, honor to, I am the one who fought the hardest for my family, but in the end I'm the outcast once again. I know I joked about being the J.A.D (Jesus Allegory Douchebag) but this is utter crap. I mean, why do I have to deal with this?

But in the end, I'll have my revenge, I guess. When things start going to hell, -and with this family, it's like an annual event- they'll realize that their best hope, the absolute best thing to happen to the Chico family, the savior of the entire family name has given up on them. Maybe I should just change my name to Jose Enrique Chico the First, because I might as well be Patriarch, and hell, I will be of my own clan. Shit, I'll even come up with my own family crest. Hell, if you think about it, I would by default be leader of This Thing of Ours.

Arrogance.
 Because no one has done it better.


So I'm getting better at this school thing. Y'know, the whole doing it concept. Don't get me wrong, I'll always miss the days of making money and partying and hanging out, but I gotta move away from that sort of thing, at least for the moment. I'm still here though. The Party will always there, professionalism and maturity be damned. I know that sentence will probably cause me an issue or two, but I'll defend my right to have fun and live life to the death. Just because I'm growing into a future doesn't mean it has to be mundane and without the guys who got me there. Besides, I think the company I keep (most of em) will make great uncles for my kids, but that may be thinking to far ahead. What can I say? She has me thinking about that crap, and unfortunately starting to worry a little. The worrying part is if there will come a point in time where I might lose the part of my life I actually like. I'm not the guy that sits and reads the newspaper for fun, and can't do anything else. That's not who I envision myself. That house'll be there, the fence? maybe? Kids? Someday? A wife? If She'll put up with my videogames, cards, and quirks. I will be a success, but in my own style. So I'll shelf the party hat, and dust off the graduation cap, but the Nike's are still on my feet, and I'll still got that J.A.D swagger, with the cap tilted to the side, Love it or Leave it. And I'll always be home for dinner, just as soon as I pwn that last noob.

...and be broken.

 So, I finally accomplished one of my life's goals a while ago, so I guess I'll start with that. A year ago, (February of last year to be exact) I went to the New York Comic Convention, and purchased the Complete Set of the 90's X-Men: The Animated Series. For anyone who is a comic fan, or grew up with a television in the 90's knows of this, and knows that it is one of the greatest pieces of animation ever, next to the Spiderman animated series, and Batman: the animated series. This Cartoon is surprisingly true to it's source material, and very rarely deviates, only to fit time constraints and advance the story. I LOVE this series, and while sad to finally see the end of it, and frustrated that it HAD to end (which in essence began my hatred for FOX), I feel not only a sense of accomplishment, but that wonderful feeling of nostalgia, in reuniting with some old friends, and now that I'm older, I can truly appreciate that wonderful part of my childhood. With that, I'd like to point out some things:

•  Storm over dramatizes everything when she uses her powers.

Don't get me wrong, I love Storm. She is a co-leader, she's hot, and she is such a eloquent, benevolent person. Nary a bad word said from her, and she holds herself in such a regal manner, probably from when her tribe worshiped her as a goddess. That said, she made Everything overly dramatic. Don't believe me?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fz93UFClpo
All the time. After the first episode, I found myself saying "shut the fuck up Storm!" every time she went into battle, albeit jokingly, of course.

• Apocalypse is the greatest promo guy in the entire universe.

Exactly what I said. Every episode that features him, and everything he says not only sets the mood, but upgrades it. I actually found myself hanging in his every word. Apocalypse is EPIC in his monologues:
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYt78FWfa5M
My Favorite Quote: " I am not malevolent. I simply Am."

• Jean Grey is fucking useless.

I won't even put up a video. She did absolutely nothing, besides get fondled by the Nasty Boys and become the Phoenix.. That, and she doesn't have a codename. In fact, she STILL doesn't have a codename, and she's been dead for 4 years.

• My Way Entertainment ruined The Juggernaut, and yet made him 10x funnier.

Oh yeah. when The Juggernaut burst through that wall on Muir Island, I said it. Every other time he spoke, I said it. I won't say it now, because I'm starting to hate seeing those parody videos. Hilarious the first time around, but then it ruined the quality of it. Oh, and Gladiator is a genderless prick.

• Rogue is a virgin.

Think about it. Damn Shame though.

 So yeah, those are my most important observations about the X-Men:AS. I'll surely miss it, but then again, I wouldn't mind popping it back in my $300 piece of shit and re watching some episodes. My next item on the agenda would have to be finishing (or starting rather) my Baccano! series. From what I gathered, it's pretty much The Godfather meets Fullmetal Alchemist. Should be fun.

 One year. I finally made through the fire and flames and made it to 1 year with my girlfriend. I feel good about this. No, happy.

 Oohh! oohh! My WoW is still up! SO if you aren't or you haven't get on! Message me and we'll play sometime!

  So, I've been having these dreams lately, about this story I wanted to do since senior year, and in each dream it progresses little by little, or reinterprets it self, changing events each night. There are two distinct dreams, one towards the end of what I believe to be the first part, and the other in the middle of the second part. I've begun to write out a framework of the characters involved, but I can't seem to come up with a beginning, or something to link together the two dreams. It's weird, but I'm actually excited about it. I hope this feeling doesn't go away for a while, cuz it's actually motivating me to put pen to paper.

Here Comes the boom...

- A brief note: I hate Myspace. No, I absolutely abhor Myspace. I'm 22 years old and I respect myself just enough that I will no longer subject myself to signing into a social networking site populated by teenagers and sexual predators. Yeah, I said it. It served it's purpose, connecting me with people I probably wouldn't have interacted with normally. But in recent years it has degenerated into a cesspool of shameless harassment, name calling, stalking, and the like. To put it bluntly, if I wanted to be surrounded by that, I wouldn't have cut school every year after freshman year. Yes. Myspace, has become High School, and if I couldn't be bothered to sit through it like a normal student, why deal with it now?
But I digress, there was one bright spot amidst all that wreckage. I created a blog series which surprisingly had quite a few followers. I actually enjoyed doing it for a while, and despite the subject matter, it was still, in my opinion, well done. Sadly, that hate for Myspace and all it entails overrides this, which leads me here. Facebook's " Write a Note" feature, sucks. No need to draw it out. I'll keep my Myspace account, just to archive my past blogs, but all now posts, will be done here. Sooner or later, I'll post those old blogs, especially the ones I really like, but for all intents and purposes, Fuck Myspace. I'll try and be around more often so don't worry:
                            As long as I have something to say,
                                  There will always be
                                         A Crash of Thunder

  So unfortunately, I have to say at this point in time that I am a PS3 guy. After all my posturing about it, I went and bought one back in March (or was it February?) and, since I don't have an Xbox 360 (and refuse to buy games for a system I don't own, unless it's Gears of War or Halo) I have grown attached to the piece of crap. I say piece of crap because lo and behold, it doesn't play PS2 games, or have a memory stick slot. Unbelievable, how in this day and age the simplest things mean so much. Let's be honest, the PS2 is the highest selling console of all time. Hell, people still play the damn thing, in the era of motion gameplay, and online gaming. But whatever. So I have this $300 piece of crap, and now I'm attached to the damn thing, and wish my friend had one, so we can communicate together and kill shit the way we always wanted. Sadly, only one of my friends have one, and for all his smack talk, his internet is impotent. (I'm lookin' at you, Blanka!) So here I am, lonely as fuck, bonding with something I've despised for the past year, because my friends are lame. Sounds like my last relationship.


  I'll keep this short. My family can kiss my ass. I'm better than them, and all their primitive hillbilly antics. They can go to hell. I wake up and already I've bested them. If they can't accept parts of my (not that they ever have) than they can do without me period.

 So, my birthday is tomorrow.
Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck.
I hope that whoever should be there is there, and whoever isn't there wishes they were.
It's all I can ask.

  Started my second semester of school. I feel good. Proud. Like maybe I do deserve better.
  Despite how bad I've been treated by those who feign giving a damn, I feel good.

Alright, I'll cut it here, before I get all preachy and bitch about my family. They don't deserve the space anymore.