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[Jun. 6th, 2007|04:04 am] |
it's 4 am and i can't sleep, currently cruising the interweb for stock news, and i figured i'd take a break and give my biannual update for the 3 people who may read this.
My life at the moment
Pros:
My new dog is the best. Her name is Tilly, she's a black lab/black and tan coonhound mix i got from a shelter in salem. She was 8 weeks when i got her, I had her potty trained in a week and she never barks and doesn't bite or growl (well she's teething at the moment, so she will nibble on me, but never too hard and only on me cuz she trusts me i suppose).
I've been hitting the stock market pretty hard for the past 3 1/2 months, and although one could say I've been spending far too much time on it, I've done considerably well. However there are some cons to this one; it makes me feel like an old man...kinda like randolph and mortimer duke in trading places (back when eddy murphy made movies without resorting to a fat woman suit). And I've also not informed any family about this, which makes me feel adolescent, but i don't want them worrying about me(it's basically gambling).
Whatever, I can only lose earned money at this point.
Good group of Bostonian friends, I don't have to drive for an hour just to have someone to talk to, which is nice.
The sox rox
Cons: Got in a small car crash. Basically a women stopped completely on the on ramp to route 1 for no reason, and i skidded into her. It was a low speed crash, but she was driving a fuck you 4x4 while i was in my shitty economy car. She literally didn't receive a scratch while my hood crunched up like aluminum foil. The insurance company labeled my car a total off ( took them 6 days to do so too, lazy fucks) even tho the damage on my car wasn't extensive and only cosmetic (no engine damage). So now I'm out of a car for awhile, and it sucks. I feel like a teenager again, my freedom is gone. Gettin loooonely and stir crazy, tho the dog helps.
I still work at TGIFridays...do i really need to elaborate on why that's a negative?
Still live in dad's basement, which isn't the best place to take the ladies.
Rent being free is nice though, and they do need help watching emily till dad's restaraunt gets into a groove and his schedule can be less bat shit insane (he goes in at 10 am, and comes home at 12:30am, and he gets only 1 day off a week if he's lucky, the life of a chef is fucking crazy) so it's not that bad for the moment. However when i do start looking at apartments, my dog might create a problem, didn't really think that through...
my latest forray into femalehood has gone sour, though it was pretty mutual that we weren't crazy bout eachother, so it's not that big a deal. Still, noone to cuddle with, and she was purdy.
I suppose I miss some of the ol' pals too (be they from Reading or Merrimack)
not that i have any way of getting to them without a car, ok now i'm just bitching.
Query: is it unethical for me to buy walmart stock? They announced they're slowing down on creating new stores and focusing on improving the ones they already have, which I feel will really be good for the company as far as market value goes...and it looks fairly undervalued at the moment, but something feels insidious about the purchasing of walmart stock; like in my doing so i will fuel some kind of engine of torment that will surely bore a hole between this world and the next, and from that widening maw will emerge a vampiric death squad of blue vested elderly vampires who insist on greeting me with a smile as they feed on my terror...but i really like money though.
anywho, back to cruising thestreet.com for stock info and regretting not buying apple stock when i first heard about the iphone...still not tired damnit.
Oh yeah, i think i miss weed. I'm too straight edge these days.
And i need to stop correcting people's grammar when i wait tables, i can sometimes pull it off like it's a cute little quirk but tonight i think i really just embarassed someone...that's not good for tips.
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[Sep. 17th, 2006|04:04 am] |
i've been awake for....*grabs calculator* ....92 1/2 hours
That's not a typo, nor an exaggeration, I've always been kind of hyperactive, but this is by far a new record, one that I'm not proud of.
I've tried everything, at first I exercised alot, thinking that being physically tired would be enough, but it's clear to me now that this is 100% mental, i cannot get my mind to shut up. This is messing up my body, I'm eating an extra meal every day now cuz the stomache pains keep me awake as I'm up an extra 8 hours each day, and I've become constipated because of it (i think that's why). My body is so tired I can barely get up, and I have to work tomorrow. sorry for being gross, my mind isn't exactly working at full throttle, and judgement is always the first thing to go out the window, followed by any mental inhibitions. weee.
I've read 3 books during this phase (well reread, i need something new), 2 henry miller novels (tropics) and the prince by Machiavelli. I thought they'd be dull enough to get the job done. I've tried various ambiances, I've tried silence, and I've even tried Nyquil and a sleeping pill thing, which is a major sign of desperation from me considering my mild phobia of pills. nothing. I'm gonna try and see a doctor before work tomorrow, that or start going to 12 step programs and support groups like in fight club.
so the question running through my mind is why? it's nagging at me incessantly. I'm not exactly in the best position of my life but I wasn't exactly unhappy. I know I'm lonely as far as the female gender is concerned, and the only people i hang out with are very....male.
All my new friends are nice guys, great to just hang out with, but there's no substance, I don't go home with any memories like I did with my old friends. There is no reminisence with them unles i want to have stupid conversations like "remember when we hung out, drank a bit and watched tv and commented on how people were stupid? yeah that was killer."
so i guess i miss some of my old friends, considering I've almost intentionally kept out of touch in order to force myself to meet new people. sorry bout that :p. that and i'm still attracted to some of those ex-girlfriends makes it hard to just hang out with them when I'm in a lonely/jealous funk. I can't even get myself to call these people. that's one ranting problem thing grammar grammar grumble fish.
Let's see, what else. My vision feels different, like going through life looking through a fish eye lense. It's kinda trippy actually, consequently i haven't driven for 3 days, nor will I. I think i'm having a day dream as i type this about owning a guinea pig named pastulio, that'd be killer.
god i'm weird. oh here's another problem: those closest to me know i lack motivation in every facet of life. I have a desire to better myself in various ways, and I keep telling myself that now is the time to get motivated finally and make shit happen, try something new, but I guess I'm just lying to myself, I'm quite good at that, hooray false sense of security. Why am i typing all this, is this a cry for help or just a metal purge? going on 93 hours. watching comedy central, and soon the infomercials for girls gone wild will start, you know u have problems when you memorize the schedule of awwful infomercials. i think there's a ronco oven one on soon. I have lost the concept of paragraphing and cohesive thought. My mind is just throwing dictionary words at me now. How can i throw clandestine into a relavtive sentence. What is a stanchion? i think it's something wooden. Didn't Manu Chao make an album called clandestino? wow, this has to stop.
the only times i've been almost devoid of insomniatic problems is when I've been in a relationship. But I hate dating, it is a horrific experience, how do people meet like that? I also find that i HATE the personality of most women. Mainly there sense of humors, well, lack of sense of humors. I really took for granted the sense of humors of the women I've been with, it's by far what i miss the most. I need someone capable of understanding smart and satyrical humor, while still not being above watching a monty python sketch or Beerfest or some other puerile comedy. Is that asking too much? It's always one or the other with the people i meet, wait scratch that, it's usually none of the above. I know i hae extremely high standards, but fuck that I want to be happy. and more importantly i want to be comfortable enough with someone to be myself around them.
this type-fest was supposed to be somewhat cathartic, now i just feel embarassed as the only ppl who'll read this are the ones I haven't spoken too for some time. I'm kind of an asshole, i shouldn't think that cuz self-loathing won't help me atm.
I can't meditate anymore, it's so far beyond me now...i barely remember the process. it's not emptying the mind of all thought, that's bullshit and next-to impossible, are minds are always active even when we aren't, dreams are just the mind masturbating, waiting for you to wake ur ass up. The trick was to separate our lines of thought and kind of issuing commands to them to utilize them better, sort of like sorting a messy file cabinet. we don't have 1 line of thought going through our heads, but countless numbers, most just aren't prevalent. The old trick to realize and find seperate thought lines was to try singing 3 different songs in your head at the same time, like jingle bells and puff the magic dragon and run to the hills by iron maiden. then i could use these lines of thought work together so my thought process isn't binary. There's too much going on in my head for one line of thought right now, i need to sort, but find myself incapable of recreating that. I also feel like what i just typed made no sense, and it probably doesn't, and i like the comma better than periods, sentences suck, long live the prepositional statement.
i should not be sending this, i think i found some of those latent inhibitions. i do not have the courage nor the mental capacity to go back and read what I've written. If i even tried to fix and spelling and grammatical errors i think i'd have an aneurysm.
i think my asshole guy side thinks i just need to get laid. /shrug
i think my wimpy femenine side thinks i need to cuddle /shrug
i think i need to keep a private diary so that when i want to do this I don't get nervous towards the end, so i just keep typing cuz i don't have the guts to click "update journal", nor do i know why i feel it is important to click it when this is just an incoherent ramble that i don't really want ppl to read, as it will only worry them.
thom yorke has insomnia, he writes all of his music in a mental state like the one I'm in right now, i could so make some radiohead rip-off shit right now.
that's enough, time to assault the internet, time to make ppl worry, time to click send, time to try something different cuz i don't feel any closer to sleep and there's a tempur-pedic mattress commercial on right now that's pissing me off so TV is going off. i should find some ayn rand to read, nothing is more mind-numbingly dull than ayn rand. to the bookshelf i go.\
P.S. yep i'm a coward, i reread h the post, it wasn't as pathetic as I thought, though I have little in the way of short-term memory so i barely remember what i said still after the rereading. Work is gonna be interesting, we have new appetizers i'm supposed to push on people, all of which break new boundaries of disgusting. Like deep fried green beans, cuz vegetables are too snooty, how dare they try and be healthy. or our...god what are they called? they're basically a ball of mac n cheese, which is then breaded and pan-fried. Don't eat at Friday's, please. god all the changes i managed to make in my life kind of suck. i need a new job. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2006|03:25 am] |
It's 3:30 in the morning, and i can't sleep soo I decided to update this thing for the 1st time this year...Blargh.
At the moment I'm visiting my mom in Holden, she said she wanted to see me, but that was a clever ruse to get me up here to do yardwork/planting. At least i gt a free meal and Gramma told me I look a lot like Jesus, which i guess is a compliment and a telling sign that i need to shave.
Soo where to begin... Ever since i moved out of Holden I've become rather introverted, choosing to read Henry Miller novels and Satre short stories rather than going out and meeting ppl in Boston, which was supposed to be the point of my moving to the Boston area in the first place. So lately, for the past to weeks anyways, I've been forcing myself into situations where I can meet people. I find that I have no real idea how to make friends with ppl. looking back on my life all of my friends became my friends sort of accidentally. Plus it's easier to have things in common with ppl when you grow up with them (hey you live next door to me, we have so much in common! Let's be friends!). I've only really met one person through my pursuits that I hang out with, but I feel I've alienated myself from some of my old friends in this process, so many ppl I haven't talked to in a long time, it feels weird. Blah.
I've also been trying to meet women, as I am rather lonely and miss being in a relationship. It's hard for me to meet friends, and it looks damn near impossible for me to meet women.
I have been on 4 dates with 4 different women in the past month, and each date has been somewhat of a disaster. Not normal human disasters, more like 'this kind of shit only happens in sitcomss' disasters. For example, I met a girl named Karen at the middle east and we seemed to get along, so I asked to see her again. We ended up going to Bisuteki, the Japanese Steak House where u sit at a table with like 4 other couples and a japanese Chef whose good with knives cooks things on a giant skillet. Kinda corny but so am I, so i figured it'd fit. Things at first were okay I guess, though a bit awkward. I dunno how to converse with new ppl, especially those I am interested in, so rather than have meaningful conversations I end up interviewing them. Where do u come from, what do u want to do, what is your favorite movie/band/book...It's like I'm giving them a test to see if they're good enough for me, the whole thing is just bizarre. Anyways, i'm going through my spiel and we hear a couple at our table talking about the whole Mel Gibson drunk driving debacle annnd this conversation pops up:
K: Soo have you seen the passion?
me: I'm yeah, I wasn't much of a fan, I mean all religious debates aside, it was a poorly handled story, devoid of any real character development. Starting a movie with torture scenes and no real lead up as to how they came about just breaks alot of basic filmmaking rules. Plus with him getting caught saying things like "The Jews are responsible for all the wars in the world" yesterday makes it hard to argue that the film isn't antisemetic.
K:Well yeah, I mean it was based on a play that was written to bring ppl against the jews in like the 14th century or whatever. but i still think it was honorable of him to produce that kind of film when all of Hollywood is controlled by the jews. I mean it's like they act like they aren't responsible for the death of christ or something, and Mel had the balls to throw it in their face and say 'you know what, you did it'.
me: pardon?
K: well you know....o wait you're not jewish are you?
me: no I'm not jewish, I'm not really anything. Ummm....
<30 minutes of awkward silence, followed by me driving her home. We didn't even say goodbye>
Why is it always the pretty ones who are apeshit crazy? soo yeah, that was probably the worst of the 4 dates for obvious reasons, though i can't say the other 3 were much better. I can make women laugh well enough (though so far these women havn't reciprocated, i miss being around funny women...) but I just haven't seemed to click with anyone. They say women look for a good sense of humor in men more than anything, but that's bullshit. You don't have to sleep with a guy to get his jokes, you can just be friends and get the humor for free.
I Just want to meet someone who I can be comfortable enough to be myself around. I feel like I'm censoring myself when I'm around new ppl... i dunno. I used to have that comfort, and i miss it more than anything. /emo whine.
Sry :D, relationship troubles aren't all I've been up to. Me and my drummer pal Stanley(Oh so manly) have worked out a mean bass n' drums verion of the charlie brown song, you should check us out at our next gig at the oh right noone wants to hear us :P
Besides, at least some ppl find me attractive, like one of my gentleman suitors I waited for at Friday's:
Guy: Are you bear?
Me: Um no, I'm mostly human though I've been told I resemble a hobbit.
Guy: no i mean the other kind of bear.
Me: umm i could use some help here
Guy:a 'bear' is slang for like... well a big hairy fag *smile* *other friend cracks up laughing*
Other Guy: OMG you are so bad
Guy: well you're not that tall though, so u'd be more like a Kuala bear rathern than a grizzly. I'm sorry i did'nt mean to make u uncomfortable, I just like bears so i thought I'd ask.
Me: well sorry to dissapoint, but I'm not a bear, though I'm willing to do anything if I get a good tip
Guy: alright! My kind of answer! wanna meet me in the bathr0om in 5 minutes hun?
Me: heh if I ever have a gay experience It's not gonna be in a bathroom at Friday's, you'll hafta light some candles and play some al green before anything goes inside my butt
Guy: no silly, bears don't take, they give. *other friend cracks up*
i got a $30 tip from a $40 bill. I'm such a tease. Curse the lord for my love of breasts, it'd be so much easier without it.
alright I've ranted enough. One last note, I've discovered the greatest show on television, and here is a clip so that i may convert the masses.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBKtPDZR0io
It's called Dethklok Metalocalypse, it may be less funny if you don't speak metal, but i promise it to be hardcore. |
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[Sep. 17th, 2005|10:53 pm] |
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Previous Entry Add to memories! Next Entry
PLEASE do this
IF YOU READ THIS, no matter if we DO OR DON'T SPEAK OFTEN, reply with at least one memory of you and I. It can be anything you want, GOOD OR BAD, just as long as it HAPPENED. Then, post this and see, what other people remember about YOU.
do this, it will make people feel good! :)
So I pretty much forgot I have a livejournal account....yeah. I only have like 4 friends on it anyway, so I'm probably not missed. I'm tired and trying to get to sleep as I have to be up at 6:30 in the morrow, but I'm bad at accomplishing such human feats, o when will the cyborg revolution come.
I'll update my life as time alots, however I have no clue where my life is headed right now, so feel free to leave an occupation that I can pursue, preferably one that involves unicorns.
"I don't wanna sound gay or nuthin', but I think unicorns are kickass" |
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[May. 6th, 2005|05:10 pm] |
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Laura, Im so sorry I killed _____(is that N Sync or Backstreet, I honestly can't tell the difference...seriously), on the plus side, I'm an over achiever, i didn't kill 1 stupid celeb, I killed 5 :D |
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[May. 5th, 2005|08:13 pm] |
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Classic Rock. | | 79% | Ska | | 71% | Indie | | 63% | Indie Rock | | 58% | Britpop | | 54% | Punk and Pop Punk. | | 50% | Mainstream | | 50% | Hardcore | | 46% | Country | | 46% | Emo & More | | 46% | Industrial | | 38% | Hip Hop and Rap | | 33% | </td>
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I guess that makes sense, but I was this close to being Ska or Indy rock. I'm surprised at how low i scored in industrial, I most certainly prefer that over country/emo crap. Also, pop and pop punk should never be grouped together, the difference is far too great, for pop punk sux balls along with emo. |
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[May. 5th, 2005|11:36 am] |
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[May. 4th, 2005|06:23 pm] |
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Bah I have begotten ill and such. My throat feels worse than when i had mono and I am incredibly nauseous and dizzy, which makes for a real funny driving experience :D That plus a need to study for finals has made this a real shitty week thus far. Plus no news from Berkly...they could at least let me audition...bloody wankers.
As far as the previous school year has been, aside from a slightly increased skill at playing jeopardy, i don't feel I accomplished much, not even metaphysically...o well, I'm gonna make it up by accomplishing even less this summer.
On a high note, I'm in love with a new book I'm reading. It's a Tom Robbins book called Villa Incognito, and it's making me laugh tremendously. It's Japanese folklore meets apocalypse now. I highly recommend this book to anyone who doesn't mind reading the word 'testicle' alot. *cue Reading Rainbow Sound*
I'm almost done with school, so I'll start talking to all you cool cats in person soon, hopefully my voice will be back by then, as of right now I sound like a urethra from a guttural toad...that made total sense. |
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[Apr. 27th, 2005|02:27 pm] |
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So I'm pretty much ready to leave this ring of hell that i preside in, but something cool happened today. A kid in my jazz class said he was looking for a bass player, and he gave me a demo of his guitar playing and i gave him a copy of Jebus CD, along with a large explanation as to why I suck. Upon listening to his solo guitarifying, I can say that it's pretty damn good. It sounds like Tool in a good way....alot like Tool...I dunno what he's gonna think of my demo...it's a tad different :P
I forget his name already, he's kinda quiet. It figures though that this happens now just as I'm ready to leave the worecester area for all eternity. Butt Face Magee.
As far as the rest of my life goes, I've been more bored than I've ever been in my life, yet I'm too busy to do much about it. It's almost over...
I'd like it if I heard from Berkely...that'd be nice.
And winning the lottery...that'd be cool.
I could also use some raunchy sex, any takers? Please no diseased whores. |
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[Apr. 19th, 2005|12:52 pm] |
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I just called in work and told them I'm not going in today because I'm tired and overworked, then they got all pissy, then u reminded them I worked 40 hours last week (I'm part-time damnit!) and they caved. Wootage. Today I'm gonna try out that sleep thing I've been hearing so much about.
So i'm driving along down the road, and come to a stop at a workzone. They were working on the telephone wires on a cherry picker, and the cherry picker operator made a bad turn or something, cuz he hit the tree right above me. As the tree shook, a large black cat fell from it and landed on my hood (feet first)
The cat didn't look that pissed; it fell 25 feet and didnt seem to care. Maybe he/she liked my car hood, cuz it certainly didn't get off for 2 min (one of the workers scampered it away...is scamper a real word or a made-up one?) Anyway, I thought it was cool to befriend a kamikaze cat.
And for the record, never take a speech class. I had to do an impromptu speech on what my morals are(I was the first to go so I had the least amount of time to formulate my thoughts). Besides not killing/raping/lying I don't really have morals, I just try not to be a dick. So my speech consisted of stuttering nonsense and mucho space between phrasing as my knuckles turned white from clenching the podium. I'm not an on the spot thinker, blah. Then someone with a cross around their neck went up after me, talked eloquently for the full 7 min. duration and walked away with a much better grade than me probably. But upon hearing her speech, I felt cheated, cuz she basically stole her moral system from a friggin book (da bible) soo that's plagiarism! O well, i never wanted to be an orator anyways /pout
Anywho, sorry if I've been ignoring my friends as of late, I've been to busy to acknowledge ur existence so i'm sorry, I'll repent by eating a taco on each of your behalf's. Toodles! |
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[Apr. 16th, 2005|09:18 pm] |
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Today i had a Dante Hicks experience.
I got called into work, normally I wouldv'e come up with an excuse not to go, such as "I can't, I'm dieing of whale cancer" or "I can't, I'm going to prison for killing and eating small children" but the person I was replacing was having a family emergency, and was practically in tears on the phone. As there was noone else who could cover for her (I'm only other person in department) I had to say yes. I later found out her 'family emergency' happened to coincide with her having Moby tickets in Boston. Fat whore. So I've felt like a passive little bitch for going in (like Dante), and I evened whined quite a bit about it too (I'm not even supposed to be here) And oddly enough, I saw my first Milk Maid today; I walked into the dairy aisle, and I saw 20 something gallon jugs of 2% surrounding a lady checking the date on all the milks, which all happen to be the same date as milk is changed daily...fatter whore.
At least I didn't get back together with my ex girlfriend, only to have it ruined by her sleeping with a corpse...yum.
I didn't have anything to do today technically, but I was looking forward to having nothing to do. I was gonna go jogging, practice bass, eat good food (I haven't eaten at all today, I swore off fast food and I don't want to buy price chopper made food as it's almost as disgusting as the creepy pedophiles who make it, so I have nothing to eat on my lunch break, and I didn't bring anything as I wasn't planning on working, mosletov)
Bitch Bitch Bitcharoo, and I was in such a good mood this morning too. At least I'm not 55 years old and still working at Price Chopper as an assistant manager to the smallest department in the store like one of my bosses, no wonder he's a complete Douche (Summer's Eve brand, aisle 4, 3 quarters of the way down, top shelf, on the right facing this way)
Query: What's the last thing you want to be doing at the age of 55. I'm thinking crack whore trainee...
Leave love, either that or a handy, I need one or the other. |
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[Apr. 15th, 2005|03:22 am] |
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I guess I haven't written in awhile, but to be fair this has been a very dull week. I worked Monday - Thursday, plus with classes winding down the workload is piling up. I'm finding it harder and harder to meditate in the mornings...I haven't been successful at it in awhile (what successful meditation is for me is a very long and confusing explanation that I shant be ranting about at 3am, why am i awake again???)
So i got out of work today at 9 pm, did some half-assed studying, and I went to bed around 10:30. I then woke back up at 2am in a cold sweat(i have no recollection of my dream, i hate that) and now I'm wide awake. My hyperactivity is in full gear, despite being physically exhausted. I need a body that can keep up with my mind, I can't even talk as fast as my mind can think right now. Focus is impossible and I have little control over what I am typing. I use to have this ADHD thing under control, I use to meditate and take control of my thoughts, and if I couldn't do that I'd just smoke weed, but I don't have weed these days, nor do I like smoking alone which is what I usually am these days. Bah humbug.
At least I have friday and saturday off, and I work 3-9 sunday...I should be doing something this weekend...but I probably won't be. My mommy is in New Orleans this week, just cuz the 2 of em simply felt like going to New Orleans. I wish I could afford spontaneous vacations. Query: Where would you go right now if money/time/obligations weren't an issue (besides amsterdam, u fucking hippy) I think I'd pick Ireland, so I can finally see my ancestors' castle (which is actually nothing more than a pile of grey rocks no more than 2 feet high these days, but the moat is still there I'm told. Moat power) Plus bars and green fields sound appealing, as well as kick ass music and even more kick ass accents.
Anywho, if you wanna chill this weekend, you know where to find me, otherwise I'm off to Ireland (Just kidding, why would I ever wanna leave the verdant fields of Worcester....) |
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[Apr. 5th, 2005|01:44 am] |
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Sooooo I can't sleep and I'm extremely bored, on the plus side though Ronco is selling some very interesting products for low low prices on the tv...blah
I hung out with Laura last weekend, and it made me remember that I like being with other human beings as opposed to working all weekend and never speaking to another human aside from "bread crumbs are in aisle 8 mam (fuckin uppity cunt mumble mumble i hate my job, stupid dirty jizz dumpster)" (i work at a supermarket)
So if you're a human and/or intelligent being of any form and you'd like to hang out and frolic in the sun than let me know and maybe I won't call you bad names like I do to my customers who are all fat and deserve death by some form of festering pestilence...
anywho, to replace life forms Ive been buying lots of cds ands dvds, including the new beck album, guero, which I do believe sucks ass (that's hard for me to admit, I really love beck). Aside from 2 or 3 songs, its one of the most boring albums ive ever heard, and I expected better.
sorry for hyperactively rambling, instead of continuing down this path I'll just give you some Mitch Hedberg one-liners...cool people always die, why couldn't paula poundstone or some other not funny comic kick the bucket *sigh*
Sometimes I get really lonely. Especially when I'm throwing a Frisbee.
Dogs are forever in the push-up position.
I am wearing a vest. If I had no arms, it would be a jacket.
I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just gonna ask where they're going and hook up with them later.
I can't wait to get off the stage, because I've got some LifeSavers in my pocket and pineapple is next!
I don't have a girlfriend. But I do know a woman who'd be mad at me for saying that.
Whenever I walk somewhere, and someone hands me a flyer, it's like they're telling me, "Here, you go throw this away."
I'm against picketing, but I don't know how to show it.
A severed foot is the ultimate stocking stuffer.
If 13 is unlucky, then 12 and 14 are guilty by association.
I like refried beans. That's why I wanna try fried beans. Maybe they're just as good, and we're wasting time. |
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[Mar. 28th, 2005|10:21 pm] |
Apparently I'm drug free, but I balance that out be beating people up with my brass knuckles? This t-shirt is so me...
My weekend suxxored. I had friends all in NH but i couldn't see them thanks to the hulk (my shitty green mazda 626). So i spent friday and saturday being more bored than I've ever been...ever. And I worked 8 hours on easter, and easter dinner is less cool when it's microwaved and dry :P I had cherry pie though, which is my favorite form of pie. Then I got high with my brother (that's all he's really good for), the remnants of my family left ( i saw them all for about 45 min), then i took one of the world's greatest weednaps. If everyone took weednaps every sunday for the rest of their lives, then the world would have no wars, but a severe shortage of tina's burritos.
So I miss my friends, and i'm tired of not seeing/talking/poking with a stick/sharing taco pie/having mass orgies with you all...let's set a playdate! |
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[Mar. 25th, 2005|02:33 pm] |
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| | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists | ] |
My car just got checked at the shop...my catalivic converter done got broken, and it's clogging my exhaust. My car will continue to get worse and worse the longer it remains unfixed as it will get more and more clogged. If my converter is indeed broken and unfixable, this could cost me somwhere in the
$500-$1000 range...the higher itll cost me, the less likely i am to keep this car...either way I'm pretty pissed.
I did get my luggage back though, which is great. Now this next part is peculiar...and I'm not lying, something is missing from my bag. Not my CDs (thank god) not my shirts. not my pants, not my socks, the only thing I can't find is my underwear...and I know I packed it up. Someone out there is partial to my smelly boxers, I'd call US airways and complain but itd be too akward...god i wish i was making this up.
so if happen to find my boxers or a new catalivic converter, then cool beans. Otherwise I'm angry cuz now i can't even use my car to go out this weekend, as I got friday and saturday off. But my car should be ready sunday (if i can afford it) just in time for me to drive to work on easter sunday at 7am...Hulk smash. |
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[Mar. 23rd, 2005|10:35 pm] |
Ben and Jerry's icecream.....new flavor...
Vanilla Ice Cream with Swirls of Raspberry & Brownies
yeah boyeee |
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| The goddess of Eostre |
[Mar. 22nd, 2005|12:35 pm] |
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| |  okay | ] |
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| | Nothing thanks to US Airways | ] |
So my little sister went to church for the 1st time because someone told her that it was all about this Jesus guy and not about the easter bunny, and she wanted to hear both sides of the story so Dad and Karen took her. Here's my conversation with her:
David: So what did you learn in church?
Emily: Jesus was killed but he came back to life they said...(pause) but I don't think thats possible.
David: Why is that?
Emily: Maybe he wasn't really dead the 1st time and he lied to all the people.
David: *Laughter* Yeah, that crazy Jesus, always telling tall tales.
Emily: I don't think I believe in Jesus, I believe in the Easter Bunny.
So my little sis has taken to Aetheism very quickly. She heard both The story of JC from church and the story of the Easter Bunny from one of her picture books and she finds that the Easter Bunny is more plausible. To be fair though, the easter bunny one had pretty pictures and the church only had a bleeding man being tortured on the cross...to a 6 year old girl I think one is more appealing than the other (at that age I probably wouldv'e went with the boody torture :P). Maybe the church really should adopt Dogma's 'Buddy Christ' program.
sidenote: Still no Luggage, if I ever amass a robot army, US Airways will be eviscerated in the 1st wave. |
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[Mar. 21st, 2005|10:00 pm] |
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| | irate | ] |
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| | I dunno but it's god awful | ] |
I am writing this while I'm on hold with US Airways trying to find my fucking luggage. I have yet to talk to a human being for 35 minutes now and am being subject to the worst easy listening piece of shit music I've ever heard.
On a jollier note, I have bought 2 new books today: "Lies and The Lying Liars Who Tell Them" by Al Franken and "America (The Book) by Jon Stewart and a whole bunch of other guys who're equally cool but less known. I have Tina to thank as inspiration for this flagrant showing of purchasing power. She had mentioned Al's book in conversation and it reminded me of when I use to listen to his radio show (before he moved to XM satellite radio, argh poorness = lack of entertainment) and he always was able to make me belly laugh at the same time as he's dishing out truthful facts (i say factual facts as, contrary to popular belief, not all facts have to be true by defenition, go Webster). I've read the first 3 or 4 chapters on my various breaks at work and the quality is as I expected. The only real problem I have with Al Franken is that I agree with him too much, which leaves me little room for argument. I should probably read some Ayn Rand for that...As for the America book, I've only read chapter 1 and I am quite pleased with it's unique arrangement (It's like a textbook, only it contains words like muthafuckah. If my 3rd grade textbooks had the same vocabulalic genious perhaps I wouldv'e paid more attention in school).
btw, It's now been 40 minutes on hold...the song keeps looping over and over.
Ive also discovered that while I was away in Philly my job decided to schedule me to work on Easter. I wish I could believe in Jesus's magic trix more, then I could weasel out of that and go eat some of my father's splendiferous cooking. He's gonna make Venison and black bean Chili. That's deer meat for all you uncarniverosed bastards ( i love mangling words to my whim). I hope he saves me some, cuz aside from tacos, my father's various chilis are sole reason for not having gone vegetarian (cept for that one month oh so many years ago...let us never speak of it again).
ramble ramble. Okay im talking to a person now.....(time passing).....and they have no information as to the whereabouts of my baggage, please hold while they TRANSFER MY LOSER ASS to another prick who won't know either....and the phone is ringing and ringing (like 15 times now) and noone is picking up.
I'm losing my faith in humanity, and am feeling quite uninspired now so I shall write more after I resolve this. Not that anyone is reading this as noone knows I have an LJ account (besides Laura who basically set up my account for me, I like this though, good place to vent)
STILL RINGING, A POX ON HUMANITY |
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| A Lazy Milestone |
[Mar. 21st, 2005|12:43 am] |
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| | Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals | ] |
I've been meaning to get a livejournal account for 2 years now...for some reason I thought it was hard to do. Going through it makes me realize I don't have that many friends, but at least I'm a total hotty...
I just got back from Philadelphia visiting Laura, which was fun until the airport lost my luggage (like, lost lost...they had no clue where it was. All my cd's were in there, like $800 worth, but it's okay cuz if the airport doesn't find my bag they claim no liability!). I then proceeded to do mucho homework that I neglected all week. And I write this now with tired eyes and ears listening to a very limited supply of music.
Speaking of music, I'm tired of parents on both sides of the mason dixon line telling me not to goto music college. If I stay in Worecester my soul will resemble oatmeal (not the yummy maple brown sugar kind, the yucky apple kind), and I aint going back to UMass or my soul will instead look like a toilet after a thourough jaggermeister session. Angst.
Well if anyone actually reads this it'd be cool to know how to post pictures in these entries...just for future reference...blarney stone.
I could use a good taco ('der perfekt taco' sayeth einstein) and some more lj friends. Love me before my masculinity wanes (sp? is it wang? cuz thatd be funnier). |
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