Friday, December 28, 2001
workahontas...
i heard of another harry potter book burning in texas. go team fanatic christians!!!! me and my mom were talking, and even she thought it was pretty silly. oh well, at least it was in texas and not around here.
another kind of funny thing i saw today. it shouldn't really have been funny, like the group of blind people running across the street frantically. ok, that really was funny. anyways, there was this blind guy walking down the street, talking on the cell phone. he had a black baseball cap on that said PHONY in white block letters across it. either he is a phony, or someone gave him that hat and he can't see what it says. either way, it is kind of funny.
Alright, my trip. what else to tell. i already blogged about John, the walking linkin park song. he basically epitimized everything linkin park represents, which means by definition he probably hates linkin parks music. isn't it funny how a lot of the really angst ridden suburban teenagers absolutely hate linkin park, even though everyone sees linkin park as 17 year old punks who didn't get their beamer for christmas, so they sing angry music and rap like monkeys about it. me and ryan had all sorts of discussions about it. anyways, whatever. apparently there was drama between alyson and ryan on the trip. i wasn't there to see it. maybe i was, and i just didn't know about it. anyways, he is "sparing us the boredom" of the details now. spill it man!! drama is never boring, thats why it is drama. otherwise no one would care.
so yeah, first night, we get up there. go out to a nice dinner at carrumbas, i get this really good salmon fettucini or something like that. go home, we pile like 7 people in the hot tub. it rocked, because at least i was drinking, i think a few other people were. the thing was over flowing. people were jumping out into the snow. a good time was had by all. for some reason, no one else but me really used the hot tub for the rest of the week. i half wonder if it was me for some reason, because i would be like hot tub hot tub? and everyone would be like, naahhh... and then a while later, people would be like, i think i might go in the hot tub. and then i would be like sweet, hot tub!!!! but then everyone would change their minds about it. oh well, more hot tub time for me. i just felt odd using it so much when no one else did. i don't feel bad, because i slept on the floor. so yeah, first night, got drunk in the hot tub.
second day, people went skiing. i, of course, didn't. i was the only one who didn't. i tried to go in the hot tub, but it was like 115 degrees. it was really hot. it had both warning lights lit up, kind of funny. i turned the temp down, and went and took a nap and watched the price is right. eventually collin got back, and so me and him chilled for a bit, watched like 5 hours of snowboarding competition or something. it was hilarious, because after that we had seen it all, but no one else had, so it was on the rest of the week. so me and collin ended up watching it like 5 times. i think we went out to eat, but i don't remember where we went. we go back, and start playing kings. it was a lot of fun. i hate the game i never, so i just think up outlandish things that i have done, so i will have to drink. usually i pull out things that other people have done, but are embarrassing. i pulled out the "i have never seen ryans naked penis" one. last year, he stripped naked and jumped off the balcony, so i caught an unwanted peek. ryan and i thought it was pretty funny, and really, what else matters? then, john showed us this game called fuck the dealer. it is hard to explain, but by the end of the game, one person ends up taking like 40 drinks. so, anyways, ryan and alyson were both really fucked after that. they both ended up throwing up i think, and both kind of just passed out.
day 3 was pretty boring. a few people went skiing, but not many. most of us stuck around at home and watched tv. i think a few people went christmas shopping in the villiage. later, we went to see lord of the rings. glorious. GLORIOUS. i'll talk more about lord of the rings later i am sure. anyways, the theater up there is kind of crappy. the sound was in stereo, and way too low, and the screen was too dark, and they had the overhead lights on, but still i loved it. what a great movie. after that, we wandered over to the irish pub. that was pretty fun as well. we drank a lot of overpriced beer, and listened to gaelic renditions of disco songs. it was a good time. drinking makes anything a good time for me :) after that we went back, and kind of just went to bed, for all i can remember.
day 4, a few people went skiing. the rest of us chilled. some people went into the villiage again. it was kind of an off day, leading up to the big fancy dinner at hys steakhouse. also, it was the last night we were going to be up there, so me and ryan and alyson needed to do shrooms this night. long story short, i used a $30.00 filet mignon to mask the taste of the mushrooms i was eating. oh, the hilarity. i don't think these mushrooms were as good as the ones i have taken in the past. it was kind of nice not to be tripping quite so hard. the only problem was that ryan was tripping a lot harder than me and alyson. it was really unfortunate, because i have been wanting to shroom with ryan since last whistler. it was still a lot of fun, and it was good to have him there, even if he did feel a little out of place. he NEEDED to be there (those of you who have done shrooms will understand this). we'll have to do it again sometime, most definitely.
next day, we drove back. border crossing was really quick. they didn't search our cars or anything. ryan and i were pretty tired, but especially ryan because he didn't sleep at all the night before.
that was the whistler trip. it was a lot of fun, but a little short. we didn't go to any clubs, which was kind of funny. ahh well.
alright, this is the portion of the blog where my dorkish tendencies are going to come out. i think i have mentioned this before, but i am a really big fantasy book nut. i used to be a huge nut. i had a website up for like 6 years about fantasy books, until it got deleted because my webhost went out of business. so yeah, seeing lord of the rings was really incredible for me. it was the first really well done fantasy novel conversion to a movie. i still stand by my feelings that tolkien's books aren't the greatest fantasy novels of all time, but i will stand by my feelings that he is the greatest fantasy author of all time from a historical stand point. his novels CREATED the fantasy genre. he was the first. his books are a guideline for all fantasy authors today. without tolkien, there would be no fantasy genre. so i cut him some slack. i still really enjoyed the lord of the rings series when i read it way back when. i was almost in tear at parts of the movie because i was so happy that something i had been looking forward too so much was so successful and so well made.
i was talking about MUDs a few blogs back, and about how i wanted to find another one to play. well, instead of doing that i just went out and ordered a game called Dark Age of Camelot. it is a MMORPG, or Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game. it is basically a mud, in graphical form. you are a character, you run around, but there are hundreds of other people playing at the same time. if you have ever heard of Everquest, or Ultima Online, i hear it is a lot like that. now, i have never played a game like this for a few reasons. one, i know i will get addicted. i know once i start playing, my life will be over. directly linked to this is two, the fact that you have to pay by the month to play. the idea of paying for a game is blasphemous to me these days, but the idea of paying a fee to play one is just downright sacreligious. but, i know it is going to be a lot of fun. just about everyone in my UT clan is playing it now, and they love it. they aren't even into fantasy or rpgs or muds like i am. that should be here in a few days. i'll tell you how it is, but it should be incredible.
i'm about to go off to lunch, so this blog will be in ending in 3...2...1...
whatever, wankever, amen
i heard of another harry potter book burning in texas. go team fanatic christians!!!! me and my mom were talking, and even she thought it was pretty silly. oh well, at least it was in texas and not around here.
another kind of funny thing i saw today. it shouldn't really have been funny, like the group of blind people running across the street frantically. ok, that really was funny. anyways, there was this blind guy walking down the street, talking on the cell phone. he had a black baseball cap on that said PHONY in white block letters across it. either he is a phony, or someone gave him that hat and he can't see what it says. either way, it is kind of funny.
Alright, my trip. what else to tell. i already blogged about John, the walking linkin park song. he basically epitimized everything linkin park represents, which means by definition he probably hates linkin parks music. isn't it funny how a lot of the really angst ridden suburban teenagers absolutely hate linkin park, even though everyone sees linkin park as 17 year old punks who didn't get their beamer for christmas, so they sing angry music and rap like monkeys about it. me and ryan had all sorts of discussions about it. anyways, whatever. apparently there was drama between alyson and ryan on the trip. i wasn't there to see it. maybe i was, and i just didn't know about it. anyways, he is "sparing us the boredom" of the details now. spill it man!! drama is never boring, thats why it is drama. otherwise no one would care.
so yeah, first night, we get up there. go out to a nice dinner at carrumbas, i get this really good salmon fettucini or something like that. go home, we pile like 7 people in the hot tub. it rocked, because at least i was drinking, i think a few other people were. the thing was over flowing. people were jumping out into the snow. a good time was had by all. for some reason, no one else but me really used the hot tub for the rest of the week. i half wonder if it was me for some reason, because i would be like hot tub hot tub? and everyone would be like, naahhh... and then a while later, people would be like, i think i might go in the hot tub. and then i would be like sweet, hot tub!!!! but then everyone would change their minds about it. oh well, more hot tub time for me. i just felt odd using it so much when no one else did. i don't feel bad, because i slept on the floor. so yeah, first night, got drunk in the hot tub.
second day, people went skiing. i, of course, didn't. i was the only one who didn't. i tried to go in the hot tub, but it was like 115 degrees. it was really hot. it had both warning lights lit up, kind of funny. i turned the temp down, and went and took a nap and watched the price is right. eventually collin got back, and so me and him chilled for a bit, watched like 5 hours of snowboarding competition or something. it was hilarious, because after that we had seen it all, but no one else had, so it was on the rest of the week. so me and collin ended up watching it like 5 times. i think we went out to eat, but i don't remember where we went. we go back, and start playing kings. it was a lot of fun. i hate the game i never, so i just think up outlandish things that i have done, so i will have to drink. usually i pull out things that other people have done, but are embarrassing. i pulled out the "i have never seen ryans naked penis" one. last year, he stripped naked and jumped off the balcony, so i caught an unwanted peek. ryan and i thought it was pretty funny, and really, what else matters? then, john showed us this game called fuck the dealer. it is hard to explain, but by the end of the game, one person ends up taking like 40 drinks. so, anyways, ryan and alyson were both really fucked after that. they both ended up throwing up i think, and both kind of just passed out.
day 3 was pretty boring. a few people went skiing, but not many. most of us stuck around at home and watched tv. i think a few people went christmas shopping in the villiage. later, we went to see lord of the rings. glorious. GLORIOUS. i'll talk more about lord of the rings later i am sure. anyways, the theater up there is kind of crappy. the sound was in stereo, and way too low, and the screen was too dark, and they had the overhead lights on, but still i loved it. what a great movie. after that, we wandered over to the irish pub. that was pretty fun as well. we drank a lot of overpriced beer, and listened to gaelic renditions of disco songs. it was a good time. drinking makes anything a good time for me :) after that we went back, and kind of just went to bed, for all i can remember.
day 4, a few people went skiing. the rest of us chilled. some people went into the villiage again. it was kind of an off day, leading up to the big fancy dinner at hys steakhouse. also, it was the last night we were going to be up there, so me and ryan and alyson needed to do shrooms this night. long story short, i used a $30.00 filet mignon to mask the taste of the mushrooms i was eating. oh, the hilarity. i don't think these mushrooms were as good as the ones i have taken in the past. it was kind of nice not to be tripping quite so hard. the only problem was that ryan was tripping a lot harder than me and alyson. it was really unfortunate, because i have been wanting to shroom with ryan since last whistler. it was still a lot of fun, and it was good to have him there, even if he did feel a little out of place. he NEEDED to be there (those of you who have done shrooms will understand this). we'll have to do it again sometime, most definitely.
next day, we drove back. border crossing was really quick. they didn't search our cars or anything. ryan and i were pretty tired, but especially ryan because he didn't sleep at all the night before.
that was the whistler trip. it was a lot of fun, but a little short. we didn't go to any clubs, which was kind of funny. ahh well.
alright, this is the portion of the blog where my dorkish tendencies are going to come out. i think i have mentioned this before, but i am a really big fantasy book nut. i used to be a huge nut. i had a website up for like 6 years about fantasy books, until it got deleted because my webhost went out of business. so yeah, seeing lord of the rings was really incredible for me. it was the first really well done fantasy novel conversion to a movie. i still stand by my feelings that tolkien's books aren't the greatest fantasy novels of all time, but i will stand by my feelings that he is the greatest fantasy author of all time from a historical stand point. his novels CREATED the fantasy genre. he was the first. his books are a guideline for all fantasy authors today. without tolkien, there would be no fantasy genre. so i cut him some slack. i still really enjoyed the lord of the rings series when i read it way back when. i was almost in tear at parts of the movie because i was so happy that something i had been looking forward too so much was so successful and so well made.
i was talking about MUDs a few blogs back, and about how i wanted to find another one to play. well, instead of doing that i just went out and ordered a game called Dark Age of Camelot. it is a MMORPG, or Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game. it is basically a mud, in graphical form. you are a character, you run around, but there are hundreds of other people playing at the same time. if you have ever heard of Everquest, or Ultima Online, i hear it is a lot like that. now, i have never played a game like this for a few reasons. one, i know i will get addicted. i know once i start playing, my life will be over. directly linked to this is two, the fact that you have to pay by the month to play. the idea of paying for a game is blasphemous to me these days, but the idea of paying a fee to play one is just downright sacreligious. but, i know it is going to be a lot of fun. just about everyone in my UT clan is playing it now, and they love it. they aren't even into fantasy or rpgs or muds like i am. that should be here in a few days. i'll tell you how it is, but it should be incredible.
i'm about to go off to lunch, so this blog will be in ending in 3...2...1...
whatever, wankever, amen
Monday, December 24, 2001
shiggty... shiggity.... SHWA
alright, back from whistler. fun trip, even though we got to stay one day less than was originally planned. that, and Jay Abroni made about $400 off this trip, no foolin. we added it up, and if he was actually telling us the truth about how much the place we stayed cost, which i don't believe he did, he made a shit load of money off of us. kind of a bastardly thing to do, in my opinion, but whatever. I'll just have to kill him or something.
anyways, i have been wanting to blog about one of the guys who came with us on the trip. no one knew him but Alyson, he was one of her friends from somewhere or another. anyways, he was 18, and kind of a jackass. i mean, we are pretty happy go lucky people, and he just kind of scoffed at us the entire time. one of the first comments he made was "alyson, how old are your friends?" way to go teen angst!!!! anyways, he struck me as one of those punk "don't look at me i'm depressed and my life in suburbia sucks" kind of people. with real problems you know, like how his mom wouldn't buy him that skater hoodie he wanted. after a while, i just kind of ignored him, and everything was cool. he didn't talk, i ignored, it was ok. but yeah, i didn't really like him, but he didn't detract from the trip at all, so i shouldn't really complain. he made one comment when i was in the hot tub that kind of pissed me off. i was telling him about how we were wandering around whistler villiage, and just happened to be right behind this girl. a really drunk guy stumbled past, and yelled out "hey baby girl" to her. his friends pulled him off in the opposite direction, and i busted up laughing, like really loud. the guy proceeded to throw up on himself, and we started joking around, more or less in her direction about how funny the situation was. but she didn't even turn around and smile or anything, she just kept walking. most people would turn around and smile at you or something if that happened. so we were telling him about that, and he was like well, thats understandable, i mean Ben was actively being Ben, and that is enough to scare anyone. i was just like, fuck you man.
anyways, back to that "how old are your friends comment"... am i less mature because i act like a care free child instead of a pissed off teenager? honestly, i think angst-ridden teenagers are more childish. just because i like to have fun with my friends, and don't care enough about what other people think to make me stop having fun, doesn't mean i am immature. there is a maturity in my immature actions, so to speak....
anyways, i'll update you all on the trip later, i'm still recovering.
wankout
alright, back from whistler. fun trip, even though we got to stay one day less than was originally planned. that, and Jay Abroni made about $400 off this trip, no foolin. we added it up, and if he was actually telling us the truth about how much the place we stayed cost, which i don't believe he did, he made a shit load of money off of us. kind of a bastardly thing to do, in my opinion, but whatever. I'll just have to kill him or something.
anyways, i have been wanting to blog about one of the guys who came with us on the trip. no one knew him but Alyson, he was one of her friends from somewhere or another. anyways, he was 18, and kind of a jackass. i mean, we are pretty happy go lucky people, and he just kind of scoffed at us the entire time. one of the first comments he made was "alyson, how old are your friends?" way to go teen angst!!!! anyways, he struck me as one of those punk "don't look at me i'm depressed and my life in suburbia sucks" kind of people. with real problems you know, like how his mom wouldn't buy him that skater hoodie he wanted. after a while, i just kind of ignored him, and everything was cool. he didn't talk, i ignored, it was ok. but yeah, i didn't really like him, but he didn't detract from the trip at all, so i shouldn't really complain. he made one comment when i was in the hot tub that kind of pissed me off. i was telling him about how we were wandering around whistler villiage, and just happened to be right behind this girl. a really drunk guy stumbled past, and yelled out "hey baby girl" to her. his friends pulled him off in the opposite direction, and i busted up laughing, like really loud. the guy proceeded to throw up on himself, and we started joking around, more or less in her direction about how funny the situation was. but she didn't even turn around and smile or anything, she just kept walking. most people would turn around and smile at you or something if that happened. so we were telling him about that, and he was like well, thats understandable, i mean Ben was actively being Ben, and that is enough to scare anyone. i was just like, fuck you man.
anyways, back to that "how old are your friends comment"... am i less mature because i act like a care free child instead of a pissed off teenager? honestly, i think angst-ridden teenagers are more childish. just because i like to have fun with my friends, and don't care enough about what other people think to make me stop having fun, doesn't mean i am immature. there is a maturity in my immature actions, so to speak....
anyways, i'll update you all on the trip later, i'm still recovering.
wankout
Tuesday, December 18, 2001
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doodly doo. ok, so i was distracted again, only todays shiney piece of metal was a kind of christmas party/baby shower thing, complete with pizza. it was pretty funny, i thought, alhtough, i think a lot of things about work are pretty funny.
see here, this is what i am talking about. for all practical purposes, i should have something to write about!!!! my mind isn't boring or anything. in fact i find my mind fascinating. i spend most of my time staring blankly at something running around through the inner recesses of my mind. but here, its like i was running around, and now that i am staring at this blog page, my mind collapses and falls asleep. shooten hosens....
i am so zoned out today. i have pretty much finished everything i told myself i was going to do before i took my trip to whistler, my first real break from this job, ever. ok, well, that isn't counting the months i took off to go back to college. that wasn't really a break or anything. i don't really know what that was. but anyways, whatever responsibilites i had, i would either do when the thing was needed, or at least i was here to bullshit about it so it looked like i did it. but now, there are things that i need to do that people will need, but i won't be here to explain anything. so i actually had to do them..... so, yeah, i finished those up, at least the things i really needed to do. i did most of them yesterday and friday actually. whats this you say? not procrastinating!!!! tis true, i actually planned ahead and did stuff. i knew i would be gone, mentally all day (even more so than usual). here i am, going through the paces, pretending to be at work. my cowork walked in, and is more or less aware of what i am doing right now and i don't even care. usually at least i flip to a spreadsheet or something so it looks like i am working, but not today. ohh boy not today. i am an hour away from home, which is basically an hour away from whistler, because after work, i've got shit to do.
yee haw!!! time off work, more than one day!!! WOO HOO WHISTLER WHUT WHUT!!! i am leaving, i am going somewhere. i have a built in social group, built in friends to do stuff with. there is no way a night can be boring, no way i can complain about stuff not going on, because being on this trip physically makes things be going on. i am so stoked. last year was such a blast. this year, ryan will have his wallet, so we can get into clubs and jackass around there. ryan isn't sober anymore, which is going to make for massive amounts of consumption of various different substances. private hot tub, in our little condo or whatever, i mean how much better does it get? there are very few downsides to the whole thing. one, we are in blackcomb, so it is a bus ride or something to whistler villiage. haha, no big deal. i am usually looking for a reason to take a bus when i am fucked up, for the adventure portion of it. two, which may not even be a downside at all, blake and anna broke up and now ryan and alyson broke up. i don't think it is going to be a problem at all. if anything it is going to make things less awkward when we all get trashed and start hitting on eachother, because technically no one is attached, at least no one has their boyfriends there....
pessimist, you say!!!! why are you looking at downsides to what is going to be an incredible trip!!! well, i chalk it up to being optimistic in advance. if i already know what to look for in downsides, they aren't really downsides, they are part of the trip. that way, EVERYTHING is an upside. put that in your pessimist crying pipe and smoke it!!
good god, i just want to leave work :D i havent even packed anything yet. i still need to do some laundry. i did kind of clean out my car, because my dad is borrowing it. i am sure he will be happy about that. also, i don't have boots, because i am lazy and haven't gotten around to buying boots in like 7 years or something. oh well, i have wool socks for my tennis shoes, and it is hard to dance and stuff in boots anyways. i'll just be sliding around everywhere, which will add to the comedy of, well, everything. that is basically what i am all about, being entertaining to people.
ok, i want to go back on a tangent i started, but just completely forgot about and skipped over. having this built in social group thing. i am fairly shy, until i am comfortable. then i am really outgoing. usually, it takes like a few times being with people, and then getting drunk. this is unless, of course, you are with a bunch of me and my friends. then it will seem like i am more or less ignoring you, but at least sociable. but here, i know everyone who is going. they are all my friends. i can't really imagine a group of people i would feel more comfortable with. that means, i can say anything and do anything i can think of, and not really think about the consequences. this, i think, is when i am most entertaining and fun to be around, because it tends to be a very spontanious and wacky time. a lot of people don't see this side at first, so i am kind of blah and boring. a lot of people never see this side at all, so they are kind of like huh, whats that guys deal. i don't get it, because i tend to be pretty wacky and spontanious, it just isn't truely spontanious... so anyways, it will be basically me and my friends krunking around whistler the entire time, no getting to know you phase, no awkward silences, just pure unadulterated deezery.
i have been looking forward to this for a long time. a lot of the people i am going with i don't get to see very often because they live far away, or they don't like to drink and stuff as often as i do. so, when we go up, and we drink all the time, it adds a new element of funny. i mean, seeing anna, blake and jay drunk, this just rocks. they all go to the uw, but i don't get to see it very often. so when i do, which is basically at whistler, it is just funny :) i imagine ryan will be baked the entire time, and alyson will be joining him. i imagine matt and radkte (is he even going?) will be joining me at night drinking at night, and me, i plan on being drunk a large portion of the time. i am torn. it would be really fun to get really really baked off my ass with alyson and ryan. i have been trying not to smoke out at all, because if i do get this job, i might have a drug test and all that jazz, and i am hoping the extra month is enough to at least drop my THC count or whatever it is down to an acceptable level. also, getting stoned just isn't as much fun as getting pissass drunk to me. so, drunk it is, drunkfoonery it will be...
who knows, i might even be drunk enough to hit on some girl in a club, and the lure of a private hot tub might even be enough to have her come home with me. wouldn't that be crazy!!! ok ok ok, i know, i'm getting way ahead of myself, but hey, anything can happen.... a guy can dream, can't he!!!! lol, like i will actually work up enough courage to talk to a girl at a club. *sigh* i am getting ahead of myself ;) that would be way too far out of the comfort zone i mentioned earlier :)
anyways, this will probably be the last blog until christmas or so, unless i get really bored tonight. check you all later, and happy holidays and such.
WANKASSERY!!!!!
see here, this is what i am talking about. for all practical purposes, i should have something to write about!!!! my mind isn't boring or anything. in fact i find my mind fascinating. i spend most of my time staring blankly at something running around through the inner recesses of my mind. but here, its like i was running around, and now that i am staring at this blog page, my mind collapses and falls asleep. shooten hosens....
i am so zoned out today. i have pretty much finished everything i told myself i was going to do before i took my trip to whistler, my first real break from this job, ever. ok, well, that isn't counting the months i took off to go back to college. that wasn't really a break or anything. i don't really know what that was. but anyways, whatever responsibilites i had, i would either do when the thing was needed, or at least i was here to bullshit about it so it looked like i did it. but now, there are things that i need to do that people will need, but i won't be here to explain anything. so i actually had to do them..... so, yeah, i finished those up, at least the things i really needed to do. i did most of them yesterday and friday actually. whats this you say? not procrastinating!!!! tis true, i actually planned ahead and did stuff. i knew i would be gone, mentally all day (even more so than usual). here i am, going through the paces, pretending to be at work. my cowork walked in, and is more or less aware of what i am doing right now and i don't even care. usually at least i flip to a spreadsheet or something so it looks like i am working, but not today. ohh boy not today. i am an hour away from home, which is basically an hour away from whistler, because after work, i've got shit to do.
yee haw!!! time off work, more than one day!!! WOO HOO WHISTLER WHUT WHUT!!! i am leaving, i am going somewhere. i have a built in social group, built in friends to do stuff with. there is no way a night can be boring, no way i can complain about stuff not going on, because being on this trip physically makes things be going on. i am so stoked. last year was such a blast. this year, ryan will have his wallet, so we can get into clubs and jackass around there. ryan isn't sober anymore, which is going to make for massive amounts of consumption of various different substances. private hot tub, in our little condo or whatever, i mean how much better does it get? there are very few downsides to the whole thing. one, we are in blackcomb, so it is a bus ride or something to whistler villiage. haha, no big deal. i am usually looking for a reason to take a bus when i am fucked up, for the adventure portion of it. two, which may not even be a downside at all, blake and anna broke up and now ryan and alyson broke up. i don't think it is going to be a problem at all. if anything it is going to make things less awkward when we all get trashed and start hitting on eachother, because technically no one is attached, at least no one has their boyfriends there....
pessimist, you say!!!! why are you looking at downsides to what is going to be an incredible trip!!! well, i chalk it up to being optimistic in advance. if i already know what to look for in downsides, they aren't really downsides, they are part of the trip. that way, EVERYTHING is an upside. put that in your pessimist crying pipe and smoke it!!
good god, i just want to leave work :D i havent even packed anything yet. i still need to do some laundry. i did kind of clean out my car, because my dad is borrowing it. i am sure he will be happy about that. also, i don't have boots, because i am lazy and haven't gotten around to buying boots in like 7 years or something. oh well, i have wool socks for my tennis shoes, and it is hard to dance and stuff in boots anyways. i'll just be sliding around everywhere, which will add to the comedy of, well, everything. that is basically what i am all about, being entertaining to people.
ok, i want to go back on a tangent i started, but just completely forgot about and skipped over. having this built in social group thing. i am fairly shy, until i am comfortable. then i am really outgoing. usually, it takes like a few times being with people, and then getting drunk. this is unless, of course, you are with a bunch of me and my friends. then it will seem like i am more or less ignoring you, but at least sociable. but here, i know everyone who is going. they are all my friends. i can't really imagine a group of people i would feel more comfortable with. that means, i can say anything and do anything i can think of, and not really think about the consequences. this, i think, is when i am most entertaining and fun to be around, because it tends to be a very spontanious and wacky time. a lot of people don't see this side at first, so i am kind of blah and boring. a lot of people never see this side at all, so they are kind of like huh, whats that guys deal. i don't get it, because i tend to be pretty wacky and spontanious, it just isn't truely spontanious... so anyways, it will be basically me and my friends krunking around whistler the entire time, no getting to know you phase, no awkward silences, just pure unadulterated deezery.
i have been looking forward to this for a long time. a lot of the people i am going with i don't get to see very often because they live far away, or they don't like to drink and stuff as often as i do. so, when we go up, and we drink all the time, it adds a new element of funny. i mean, seeing anna, blake and jay drunk, this just rocks. they all go to the uw, but i don't get to see it very often. so when i do, which is basically at whistler, it is just funny :) i imagine ryan will be baked the entire time, and alyson will be joining him. i imagine matt and radkte (is he even going?) will be joining me at night drinking at night, and me, i plan on being drunk a large portion of the time. i am torn. it would be really fun to get really really baked off my ass with alyson and ryan. i have been trying not to smoke out at all, because if i do get this job, i might have a drug test and all that jazz, and i am hoping the extra month is enough to at least drop my THC count or whatever it is down to an acceptable level. also, getting stoned just isn't as much fun as getting pissass drunk to me. so, drunk it is, drunkfoonery it will be...
who knows, i might even be drunk enough to hit on some girl in a club, and the lure of a private hot tub might even be enough to have her come home with me. wouldn't that be crazy!!! ok ok ok, i know, i'm getting way ahead of myself, but hey, anything can happen.... a guy can dream, can't he!!!! lol, like i will actually work up enough courage to talk to a girl at a club. *sigh* i am getting ahead of myself ;) that would be way too far out of the comfort zone i mentioned earlier :)
anyways, this will probably be the last blog until christmas or so, unless i get really bored tonight. check you all later, and happy holidays and such.
WANKASSERY!!!!!
some things are crazy, just absolutely crazy. like the phenomenon that occurs every time you actually open up blogger. i swear, they do something with the color scheme that destroys any sort of spontaneous inspiration. everytime i actually have the time to blog, and i go to blog, it just seems like i have nothing to say. my friend Jing though, always blogs so much!! it is great. it reminds me of that scene in high fidelity when he was talking about #2, charlie, and he was like "she talks a lot, and has FABULOUSLY interesting things to say" or something to that nature. charlie was #2, right? i forget, it has been all of like 3 days since i have seen it, so its understandable i wouldn't remember. anyways, this guy always has so much to write. and it isn't really planned out it seems, he just kind of flows back and forth between topics, and kind of ties everything together in a rambling sort of way that just sort of works. he writes more in one sitting than i write in like two weeks.
i don't think i can retain my thought process long enough to just keep writing like that. i'll sit down and be like write write write write, and then i will have another idea about what to write about, but then i am like oh no, i need to finish this train of thought before i start on a new one. so i will be like write write write, then i will see a shiny object on the floor or something, and and get distracted and just type some random comment like "WAnkmooseticles" or something before wandering off in search of the shiny object, completely forgetting any thought process i had before. after standing up, looking around and scratching my head for a few minutes, i invariably sit down again, only to stare blankly at my computer screen, with no recollection of the past 20 minutes of my life. then i turn on the tv. this is slightly over-exaggerated, but you get the picture.
back to the subject at hand, driving a stick-shift was really hard for me to learn, too. of course, the first time i tried was when i was 14, and i had never driven a car before period. i drove a riding lawnmower, and the Autopia thing at disney land, but whatever. so, my dad takes me out to the montlake parking lot at UW on a saturday morning, and i spend the next few hours ruining the transmission. i must admit, my dad was a terrible teacher. he was scared out of his pants, so he kept mixing up his words. he said "keep the rpms at 2000" he meant that while driving, but i took that as "leave it at 2000 rpms all the time, even when starting" so i spent the next year and a half trying to start on hills in 1st gear at 2000 rpms.... it was horrible. the fact that i could drive at all trying to do this and not stalling everytime is sheer crazyness in itself. so, when it was time for my sister to learn to drive, my dad taught her on our explorer, which is an automatic, then i would take her out and teach her manual without telling my dad at the end of summer, and when i would come home weekends for work and such, it was pretty funny.
well, time for me to leave abruptly, in mid thought, once again. i'm sure i'll be back later. pizza is on the table, free food woot!
i don't think i can retain my thought process long enough to just keep writing like that. i'll sit down and be like write write write write, and then i will have another idea about what to write about, but then i am like oh no, i need to finish this train of thought before i start on a new one. so i will be like write write write, then i will see a shiny object on the floor or something, and and get distracted and just type some random comment like "WAnkmooseticles" or something before wandering off in search of the shiny object, completely forgetting any thought process i had before. after standing up, looking around and scratching my head for a few minutes, i invariably sit down again, only to stare blankly at my computer screen, with no recollection of the past 20 minutes of my life. then i turn on the tv. this is slightly over-exaggerated, but you get the picture.
back to the subject at hand, driving a stick-shift was really hard for me to learn, too. of course, the first time i tried was when i was 14, and i had never driven a car before period. i drove a riding lawnmower, and the Autopia thing at disney land, but whatever. so, my dad takes me out to the montlake parking lot at UW on a saturday morning, and i spend the next few hours ruining the transmission. i must admit, my dad was a terrible teacher. he was scared out of his pants, so he kept mixing up his words. he said "keep the rpms at 2000" he meant that while driving, but i took that as "leave it at 2000 rpms all the time, even when starting" so i spent the next year and a half trying to start on hills in 1st gear at 2000 rpms.... it was horrible. the fact that i could drive at all trying to do this and not stalling everytime is sheer crazyness in itself. so, when it was time for my sister to learn to drive, my dad taught her on our explorer, which is an automatic, then i would take her out and teach her manual without telling my dad at the end of summer, and when i would come home weekends for work and such, it was pretty funny.
well, time for me to leave abruptly, in mid thought, once again. i'm sure i'll be back later. pizza is on the table, free food woot!
Monday, December 17, 2001
alright, let me preface this by saying i have nothing against funeral processions. i think they are kind of neat. in fact, when i die, i hope i am important enough to have a cool funeral procession
that said, there is absolutely nothing that can fuck up traffic quite like a 100 car long funeral procession :) i was the first in line behind this funeral procession today. it didn't really effect me, i was on my lunchbreak. anyways, i see these motorcycle cops zip up, swerve in front of me, and stop me right before i go through the intersection at roanoke and montlake. i'm just like, ok... then i see the hearse drive up, followed by an endless stream of cars. ENDLESS. i mean this thing was fucking huge. i think a fair number of the cars were actually from another funeral procession that this monstrosity of a funeral procession enveloped along the way. anyways, i wait and wait and wait, and finally they let me go. i catch up with the funeral procession in like 2 seconds. at this point, i tried to join it. i snuck right behind the last car when the motorcycle cop following the thing went off to block off another intersection. so i was in it for a while, until he came back and cut me off and kept me out of it. anyways, i followed this thing all the way to 75th on montlake and 25th and such. man, thats a long way to be driving 15 miles an hour. thankfully, they all turned left, and i turned right to my house. it was kind of funny. when i die, i want to send my funeral procession down montlake during rush hour or something, then have it pull a u-turn and go back. that would rule.
i was working with a crew of people at a park today we hired from a new place. they were pretty cool. they were kind of jackasses, but not in a bad jackass way. they talked about fishing a lot, and didn't know too much about plants. i don't blame them, it just seemed they knew less than the other crews we usually get. they worked harder, so it was all good, and the task we gave them didn't really rely on knowlege, per se. anyways, it was wierd seeing the contrast between this crew, and the other crews. we get two crews from this place that is basically up of young people suckered into working for shat wages doing shat things. it was just really wierd seeind the difference between these two, considering technically they are the same thing. one has a really granola vibe, everyone is vegan or vegetarian, etc etc. of course i am stereotyping, but this is the general vibe given off. the other were not, they seemed pretty meat and potatoes. yar yar, hit things with polaski, yar, dig, fish, yar. you know... they also seemed to act less mature. they acted younger than i think they were, which is cool, because if i had my choice i would act like that too. the other seems to try to act older than they really are. in truth, all these people are like my age or a little older, it is pretty comparable to me. but whatever. this last group of people on the otherhand... we hire these guys, because for some reason they are the leaders in the labor field or some such nonesense. they are more of a corporation than anything else. we had the head of their group come out and present to us on restoration techniques, and his presentation ended up being a sales pitch for their labor and plant materials. they are supposed to be "the leaders of the field" so we were expecting them to be these all knowing plant gods, and laugh at what we were doing and such. ryan will remember us scoffing at the work we were doing with them. in truth, these guys are really not the people we think they are. they aren't any more knowlegeable than me or ryan were. they just work harder, and have fancy tools so it looks like they are the shit. but in reality, they aren't that amazing, in my opinion. anyways, ryan should find this all funny, because in reality, they are just us, only working for a corporation in montana. they don't know or really care about what they are doing. and the fact of the matter is, as good as their reputation and all that is, we are hiring them to do all the shit jobs we don't want to do, and we are in charge of them while they are here. yee haw, the ownage.
anyways, this place i work for is pretty wierd. i'd run it completely differently if it was my money, but hey, it isn't.
WAnktation is a part of life...
that said, there is absolutely nothing that can fuck up traffic quite like a 100 car long funeral procession :) i was the first in line behind this funeral procession today. it didn't really effect me, i was on my lunchbreak. anyways, i see these motorcycle cops zip up, swerve in front of me, and stop me right before i go through the intersection at roanoke and montlake. i'm just like, ok... then i see the hearse drive up, followed by an endless stream of cars. ENDLESS. i mean this thing was fucking huge. i think a fair number of the cars were actually from another funeral procession that this monstrosity of a funeral procession enveloped along the way. anyways, i wait and wait and wait, and finally they let me go. i catch up with the funeral procession in like 2 seconds. at this point, i tried to join it. i snuck right behind the last car when the motorcycle cop following the thing went off to block off another intersection. so i was in it for a while, until he came back and cut me off and kept me out of it. anyways, i followed this thing all the way to 75th on montlake and 25th and such. man, thats a long way to be driving 15 miles an hour. thankfully, they all turned left, and i turned right to my house. it was kind of funny. when i die, i want to send my funeral procession down montlake during rush hour or something, then have it pull a u-turn and go back. that would rule.
i was working with a crew of people at a park today we hired from a new place. they were pretty cool. they were kind of jackasses, but not in a bad jackass way. they talked about fishing a lot, and didn't know too much about plants. i don't blame them, it just seemed they knew less than the other crews we usually get. they worked harder, so it was all good, and the task we gave them didn't really rely on knowlege, per se. anyways, it was wierd seeing the contrast between this crew, and the other crews. we get two crews from this place that is basically up of young people suckered into working for shat wages doing shat things. it was just really wierd seeind the difference between these two, considering technically they are the same thing. one has a really granola vibe, everyone is vegan or vegetarian, etc etc. of course i am stereotyping, but this is the general vibe given off. the other were not, they seemed pretty meat and potatoes. yar yar, hit things with polaski, yar, dig, fish, yar. you know... they also seemed to act less mature. they acted younger than i think they were, which is cool, because if i had my choice i would act like that too. the other seems to try to act older than they really are. in truth, all these people are like my age or a little older, it is pretty comparable to me. but whatever. this last group of people on the otherhand... we hire these guys, because for some reason they are the leaders in the labor field or some such nonesense. they are more of a corporation than anything else. we had the head of their group come out and present to us on restoration techniques, and his presentation ended up being a sales pitch for their labor and plant materials. they are supposed to be "the leaders of the field" so we were expecting them to be these all knowing plant gods, and laugh at what we were doing and such. ryan will remember us scoffing at the work we were doing with them. in truth, these guys are really not the people we think they are. they aren't any more knowlegeable than me or ryan were. they just work harder, and have fancy tools so it looks like they are the shit. but in reality, they aren't that amazing, in my opinion. anyways, ryan should find this all funny, because in reality, they are just us, only working for a corporation in montana. they don't know or really care about what they are doing. and the fact of the matter is, as good as their reputation and all that is, we are hiring them to do all the shit jobs we don't want to do, and we are in charge of them while they are here. yee haw, the ownage.
anyways, this place i work for is pretty wierd. i'd run it completely differently if it was my money, but hey, it isn't.
WAnktation is a part of life...
Sunday, December 16, 2001
b-boys fly girls....
anyways, mad shakeups in my high school world. first it was anna and blake, now ryan and alyson. fucked... whistler is going to have a slightly different tone this year, lol.
what else. saw vanilla sky last night, really got me thinking about stuff. stuff i wish i could blog, but stuff i'm not going to blog because it would ruin a damn good movie for a lot of you. anyways, it was tight. i can't imagine seeing it high, it must have been a trip. gahhh, want to blog about movie.
fuck it, off to watch digital cable...
anyways, mad shakeups in my high school world. first it was anna and blake, now ryan and alyson. fucked... whistler is going to have a slightly different tone this year, lol.
what else. saw vanilla sky last night, really got me thinking about stuff. stuff i wish i could blog, but stuff i'm not going to blog because it would ruin a damn good movie for a lot of you. anyways, it was tight. i can't imagine seeing it high, it must have been a trip. gahhh, want to blog about movie.
fuck it, off to watch digital cable...
Saturday, December 15, 2001
graaaaah, bllllllaaaaaahhhhhh waaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........
christmas is all well and good, besides family obligations and stuff. i would be perfectly happy seeing my parents and my sister. that would be great. for some reason, you always have to see other people too. those other family and friends you don't really want to see or talk to, but you are obligated too because they are your family or friends of your parents. i hate my parents friends. i am not looking forward to being my parents age, because it seems much more difficult to make friends. the only realy friends my parents seem to have are from church. this of course makes it very awkward for me. my mom was very distraught when i told her i didn't want to got to church anymore when i was like 14. so what did she do? instead of really talking to me about it, she made up stories about how i had lost all my morals, and was turning for the worst, and proceeded to tell all her friends about it. of course, they all hate me now, and have taken me up like a charity case. when they aren't trying to ignore me, they are trying to convert me. also, they tell their kids that i am bad influence, and not to consort with hte likes of me. they basically exemplify everything i dislike about organized religion, which makes it very awkward for me. i hate it i hate it i hate it. it makes me hypocritical, because i hate them for hating me. but god damn. fuck it all. these people talk, about how god comes to them in dreams, and tells them what to do on a regular basis. god came to one of these women and named her first born son. god dammit, whenever they start talking, i either want to yell out in outrage, or start laughing uncontrollably. arrrrrrgggggg.......... sometimes life can just blow me. holidays are supposed to be happy.
btw, if any of you guys go to buffoonery.org, tell me so i can update your links :)
christmas is all well and good, besides family obligations and stuff. i would be perfectly happy seeing my parents and my sister. that would be great. for some reason, you always have to see other people too. those other family and friends you don't really want to see or talk to, but you are obligated too because they are your family or friends of your parents. i hate my parents friends. i am not looking forward to being my parents age, because it seems much more difficult to make friends. the only realy friends my parents seem to have are from church. this of course makes it very awkward for me. my mom was very distraught when i told her i didn't want to got to church anymore when i was like 14. so what did she do? instead of really talking to me about it, she made up stories about how i had lost all my morals, and was turning for the worst, and proceeded to tell all her friends about it. of course, they all hate me now, and have taken me up like a charity case. when they aren't trying to ignore me, they are trying to convert me. also, they tell their kids that i am bad influence, and not to consort with hte likes of me. they basically exemplify everything i dislike about organized religion, which makes it very awkward for me. i hate it i hate it i hate it. it makes me hypocritical, because i hate them for hating me. but god damn. fuck it all. these people talk, about how god comes to them in dreams, and tells them what to do on a regular basis. god came to one of these women and named her first born son. god dammit, whenever they start talking, i either want to yell out in outrage, or start laughing uncontrollably. arrrrrrgggggg.......... sometimes life can just blow me. holidays are supposed to be happy.
btw, if any of you guys go to buffoonery.org, tell me so i can update your links :)
Wednesday, December 12, 2001
bloop, back at work. apparently taking my lunch a little early so i could get out to the project site, you know, fed and all wasn't a good idea. i got a stern phonecall on my cell from the scheduling lady asking where i was, lol, because one of my other coworkers was about to leave to the jobsite, and she was supposed to leave me. never mind the fact that she was leaving giving herself enough time for about an hour and a half worth of lunch, i was the one holding things up. sheesh. it was just kind of funny. anyways, i'm back at work. i am dreading this afternoon. it is raining, and i will be herding children through the forest. if it wasn't raining and damn cold, i wouldn't be whining quite so much. ok, actually i would be, i would just be whining about different things. life is to short to spend most of your time working. i should be at home sitting on my ass doing nothing right now, because obviously i don't do that enough. that is what i should be wasting my time with.
i was reading my friend jings blog about getting haircuts. it seems like he gets along pretty well with his stylist or whatever. i have this fear of getting my haircut. i have been very afraid to do it since i was a little kid. something about smelly fat women in alaska pressing their breasts against me when i was 5 years old, wielding big scissors next to my head. i can't figure out where this fear came from. i go to supercuts when i actually do get my haircut. they usually have one cute haircutter person in there when i go (i wouldn't call the people at supercuts "stylists"). i never get that stylist. it is better actually, because i dread talking to hairstylists. its like at the dentist. just get your hack job over, and let me go. when i do get the cute stylist, it is kind of nice, because i don't mind breasts pressing against me, and it gives me something to look at in the mirror besides whatever god awful thing they are doing to my head at the time. it is just kind of awkward. i hate being there, but i want to talk to her. but my hatred of getting my hair cut wins out, so i sit their silently. my hair never turns out how i want it. i describe exactly what i want, and they promptly forget it. so they do whatever they hell they want, except they screw it up, so i end up with some sort of gimp hair that is shorter than i wanted it because they were trying to fix it. they also can't figure out my sideburns. my face is slightly tilted. one of my eyes is slightly higher than the other, like one of my ears. so if they match up my sideburns, they always look off, so they always work their way up, cutting a little bit from each side until i have no sideburns. i have learned to say "just take them off" to solve all the confusion.
actually, i am kind of enjoying having my hair longer. i wish it could stay right at the length it was at the halloween party. i could make it kind of stand up every which way, which looked kind of cool instead of just wierd like it does now. i think i am going to just keep it growing, making my white boy fro larger and larger as the months wear on. i don't really care, i have no one who really cares what my hair looks like, so fuck it, you know? :)
all good in the bloggityhood...
i was reading my friend jings blog about getting haircuts. it seems like he gets along pretty well with his stylist or whatever. i have this fear of getting my haircut. i have been very afraid to do it since i was a little kid. something about smelly fat women in alaska pressing their breasts against me when i was 5 years old, wielding big scissors next to my head. i can't figure out where this fear came from. i go to supercuts when i actually do get my haircut. they usually have one cute haircutter person in there when i go (i wouldn't call the people at supercuts "stylists"). i never get that stylist. it is better actually, because i dread talking to hairstylists. its like at the dentist. just get your hack job over, and let me go. when i do get the cute stylist, it is kind of nice, because i don't mind breasts pressing against me, and it gives me something to look at in the mirror besides whatever god awful thing they are doing to my head at the time. it is just kind of awkward. i hate being there, but i want to talk to her. but my hatred of getting my hair cut wins out, so i sit their silently. my hair never turns out how i want it. i describe exactly what i want, and they promptly forget it. so they do whatever they hell they want, except they screw it up, so i end up with some sort of gimp hair that is shorter than i wanted it because they were trying to fix it. they also can't figure out my sideburns. my face is slightly tilted. one of my eyes is slightly higher than the other, like one of my ears. so if they match up my sideburns, they always look off, so they always work their way up, cutting a little bit from each side until i have no sideburns. i have learned to say "just take them off" to solve all the confusion.
actually, i am kind of enjoying having my hair longer. i wish it could stay right at the length it was at the halloween party. i could make it kind of stand up every which way, which looked kind of cool instead of just wierd like it does now. i think i am going to just keep it growing, making my white boy fro larger and larger as the months wear on. i don't really care, i have no one who really cares what my hair looks like, so fuck it, you know? :)
all good in the bloggityhood...
trav: gorillaz - 19-2000 (soulchild remix) thats the one, it sounds completely different from the version on the cd, and the other remix floating around.
manuel: yeah yeah, thats the stuff!! multi user dungeons, yee haw. although, i was trying to find one to play, to satisfy my cravings, and they all suck. they are confusing. then i realized they weren't all muds, theres moos and mushs and smaugs, and all sorts of cool stuff. anyways, the computer we had when i was little was a mac se, and we had prodigy for about a month. my early internet experience included about 3 games of carmen san diego. it was like that until we finally got an obsolete p1-100, with aol 1.0 even, i think.by then the internet was real, not limited to old school things like muds and bbs.
i think your friend in arizona is over dramatic ;) i didn't say it would be more advantageous to be female, just interesting to be female. obviously each gender has advantages and disadvantages. girls cant get their wang caught in the zipper of their jeans, that is an advantage to being a girl :P it is kind of a fun thing to think about sometimes, what it would be like to go to a complete polar opposite in life.
work sucks. the institution of work sucks. i think i am destined to spend a year and a half or so at each job i have slowly building up bitterness and hatred. eventually, i will just snap and quit every job i have. eventually, i will be like 70, i will have had 25 completely different careers, and the only job i can get is flipping burgers at mcdonalds because that is the only job physically left. but seriously, i hate work. i hate the thought of work. i hate how stupid work can be. i get caught up sometimes, thinking about my job. i feel bad, because i literally feel like i am doing nothing helpful, yet i am still getting paid. i am working towards a cause i don't necessarily believe in. i am striving to achieve my bosses vision, a vision i don't share. it is not the cause, necessarily, that i find stupid, just the way we go about things, and they way the cause gets twisted around. today, i get to go teach a bunch of 5th graders about this cause. why the hell am i doing education now!!! they hired me a year and a half ago to do the grunt labor that no one else wanted to do. these days, they treat me like i actually know what i am doing. all my coworkers have some sort of degree at least, some knowlege of the way things work. my bosses act like i should be some horticulture/restoration expert. they give me jobs i can't hope to complete in any decent manner. i wish i could go back to the days where i truely was just the mindless help. they still expect me to do all this stuff, even though i don't have time to do it. like yesterday. there were about 30 bags of weeds in the office driveway from this summer. i think me and ryan were supposed to haul them to the dump. we never got around to it. so they sat there, and sat there. then the bags started decomposing, so they were just these lumps of weeds with nasty slimy paper bag all around them. yesterday, i finally took them to the dump. dump runs at my job are tricky, because you need the van to take all the shit. they usually take up the better portion of half a day to do. it is really hard to find a time where the van is there for half a day, and you don't have some other pressing thing to work on. i almost didn't get the van back in time as it is. it was a nasty job, because i loaded them all into hefty sacks so they didn't make the inside of the van completey nasty. then i had to take a shovel and scrape the rest of the paper bags off the sidewalk. and it was raining. woe is me. pity party for one please :P
i need to get out of this job. me and one of my coworkers are supposed to meet with the head of the foundation and the landscape architect to discuss our action plans we are supposed to be doing. these are supposed to encompass the next year or so, with predictions for like the next 5 years. the thing is, i don't care, so i am going to be sitting there staring at the table, trying not to cry out in anger at the stupid things my boss has to say. i know i don't plan on staying on at this job long enough to see any of these plans carried out. i do things to relieve stress from my coworkers. if it wasn't for them, i wouldn't do anything, period. fuck it all, anyways
anyways, blogasmic...
manuel: yeah yeah, thats the stuff!! multi user dungeons, yee haw. although, i was trying to find one to play, to satisfy my cravings, and they all suck. they are confusing. then i realized they weren't all muds, theres moos and mushs and smaugs, and all sorts of cool stuff. anyways, the computer we had when i was little was a mac se, and we had prodigy for about a month. my early internet experience included about 3 games of carmen san diego. it was like that until we finally got an obsolete p1-100, with aol 1.0 even, i think.by then the internet was real, not limited to old school things like muds and bbs.
i think your friend in arizona is over dramatic ;) i didn't say it would be more advantageous to be female, just interesting to be female. obviously each gender has advantages and disadvantages. girls cant get their wang caught in the zipper of their jeans, that is an advantage to being a girl :P it is kind of a fun thing to think about sometimes, what it would be like to go to a complete polar opposite in life.
work sucks. the institution of work sucks. i think i am destined to spend a year and a half or so at each job i have slowly building up bitterness and hatred. eventually, i will just snap and quit every job i have. eventually, i will be like 70, i will have had 25 completely different careers, and the only job i can get is flipping burgers at mcdonalds because that is the only job physically left. but seriously, i hate work. i hate the thought of work. i hate how stupid work can be. i get caught up sometimes, thinking about my job. i feel bad, because i literally feel like i am doing nothing helpful, yet i am still getting paid. i am working towards a cause i don't necessarily believe in. i am striving to achieve my bosses vision, a vision i don't share. it is not the cause, necessarily, that i find stupid, just the way we go about things, and they way the cause gets twisted around. today, i get to go teach a bunch of 5th graders about this cause. why the hell am i doing education now!!! they hired me a year and a half ago to do the grunt labor that no one else wanted to do. these days, they treat me like i actually know what i am doing. all my coworkers have some sort of degree at least, some knowlege of the way things work. my bosses act like i should be some horticulture/restoration expert. they give me jobs i can't hope to complete in any decent manner. i wish i could go back to the days where i truely was just the mindless help. they still expect me to do all this stuff, even though i don't have time to do it. like yesterday. there were about 30 bags of weeds in the office driveway from this summer. i think me and ryan were supposed to haul them to the dump. we never got around to it. so they sat there, and sat there. then the bags started decomposing, so they were just these lumps of weeds with nasty slimy paper bag all around them. yesterday, i finally took them to the dump. dump runs at my job are tricky, because you need the van to take all the shit. they usually take up the better portion of half a day to do. it is really hard to find a time where the van is there for half a day, and you don't have some other pressing thing to work on. i almost didn't get the van back in time as it is. it was a nasty job, because i loaded them all into hefty sacks so they didn't make the inside of the van completey nasty. then i had to take a shovel and scrape the rest of the paper bags off the sidewalk. and it was raining. woe is me. pity party for one please :P
i need to get out of this job. me and one of my coworkers are supposed to meet with the head of the foundation and the landscape architect to discuss our action plans we are supposed to be doing. these are supposed to encompass the next year or so, with predictions for like the next 5 years. the thing is, i don't care, so i am going to be sitting there staring at the table, trying not to cry out in anger at the stupid things my boss has to say. i know i don't plan on staying on at this job long enough to see any of these plans carried out. i do things to relieve stress from my coworkers. if it wasn't for them, i wouldn't do anything, period. fuck it all, anyways
anyways, blogasmic...
Tuesday, December 11, 2001
Monday, December 10, 2001
saw a funny liscense plate today. it was on this camry or something, and it said 500 - MPH. it wasn't a vanity plate, thats just what it was. well, i thought it was funny...
i am really annoyed with my job right now. they keep changing the schedule without telling me, or with like one day notice. the stuff i am doing is stuff i really shouldn't be doing. all this stuff where i am leading kids in activities, not what i am supposed to be doing. i just got switched onto a project this wed. i will be leading a group teaching kids about restoration at a park i have been too once. great, sounds like a blast. the thing is, it looks like all the education team, the team who is supposed to be taking care of this are available to do it, they just don't want to because it is raining and cold outside. so i get stuck with the job. my group isn't going to learn anything. the teachers are going to hate me. it is going to be the longest two hours of my life. BAH.
i don't like the fact that people are being lazier than me at work, because i am making a true effort to be the laziest one here. i am definitely the most successful lazy person at my office, because i don't get caught, but still. i guess i can always bask in the glow of this summers lazyness. me and ryan will never be topped, in any job, anywhere.
gah, on of my bosses just came down and talked to me. she wants me to talk to her about my future plans here. i told her we should meet about it sometime. she wanted to talk to me about it now, but i don't feel like telling her i am jumping on the first boat i see that is heading out of here. i really hope this job comes through. i haven't checked my email yet, but my dad said he talked to the guy at church on sunday. he told my dad that he had talked to the head of production, and that there were a few seats opening up in the next 2 weeks. sounds good, sounds very good. hopefully i hear soon, and hopefully i can get one of those seats. i can't want to have a job inside again. i am getting tired of showing up home drenched, muddy, freezing and physically exhausted. the disgusting state the gloves i wear leaves my hands in is annoying. my cuticles are all destroyed, and i constantly have blisters and such. i just want to get the smell of old moldy gloves out of my car. i don't care what else the job is. i am ready to move on. you guys wonder why i am so lazy? because i really do not care if i lose my job. i do not care about what happens at these parks. i started off well, but as time has gone past, i have gotten away with more and more. there is no one to put any checks on me whatsoever. my coworkers don't care, as long as i don't screw them up. they all enjoy my presence, so they turn a blind eye. i have reached a point of comfort. i am not getting anymore lazy. i kind of go in fluxes. for the last little bit, i have been really good. but friday i left really early, and today i took a long lunch break. i feel another downswing coming up. fuck it, who cares. i want my new job.
in other news, i have a splinter, or a little piece of rock, or a shard of glass or something in one of my finger tips. it makes typing really painful, at least for o, l and period. bah
in other other news, i think i may have found a new addiction. dan will think this is funny. i started playing this MUD a few days ago. mud stands for multi user something or other, it is basically this text based game thing. i have been running around killing smurfs. it sounds pretty stupid, but it is a lot of fun. anyways, the guy who is running it is running it off his personal computer, so it goes down a lot. like, when he goes to sleep he turns off his computers. kind of annoying, because we can only play it when he is around and online. also, his isp called him and bitched because technically he is running a server, which is against the rules. so he has to take it down, by tomorrow. bah! i want to go home and play it right now, because i know it is up. fucke
i am losing my mind.
me and my friend Jing (from the link bar) were talking on IRC about being a girl instead of a guy. we agreed that it would definitely be interesting. not easier, just interesting. i thought it was cool that he kind of saw what i was getting at, and didn't think i was just wierd or something :) anyways, sometimes i almost thing i would be better at being a girl. no, that doesn't mean it would be easier for me to be a girl, just that i would be more successful. its like, i am better at anything but what my job is right now, but i am sticking with it because it is easy. but i would be more successful at any other job, even if it is harder. i just think i could do a better job at being a girl sometimes...
there is a certain amount of satisfaction to be derived from success. and if people are paying me to succeed, i think i could do it. college, i couldn't, because there was no tangible reward for doing well. why bother? with work, you have a visible reason to keep working. if you don't work, you don't get paid. if you don't work, you get fired. none of this if you don't work, in 4 quarters you are kicked out. that is like a year of slack i got away with. with work, the reason to work is to get paid. that is why you do it. if you can derive some other satisfaction from work, you will keep going back, and you won't hate it. also, the bigger the paycheck, the less stress you ultimately have, and the less you will dread work. money does lead to happyness. actually, it is more of a lack of money leads to unhappyness. anyways, money plays an important role. if i was making 20 some an hour at the job i have now, i wouldn't be complaining nearly as much.
i want to go home and play my mud ;) actually, i haven't had my turntables hooked up for a while now. i had to cannibalize my other power strip to go hook something else on the other side of the room up. i forget exactly what it was.. that is the downside to having one outlet in your room, you kind of have to run cords and stuff all over. anyways, i saw this extra power strip downstairs. i'm going to straight up jack it (read, borrow it until someone needs it back) and hook up my turntables again.
another funny thing, my parents bought us a christmas tree. they also gave us some lights and ornaments for it. we weren't going to get a tree, because none of us wanted to sweep up the needles that fell off. so they got one for us. it was pretty funny. we all felt really bad, because our house was a disaster when they came over. gah.
wankformers....
i am really annoyed with my job right now. they keep changing the schedule without telling me, or with like one day notice. the stuff i am doing is stuff i really shouldn't be doing. all this stuff where i am leading kids in activities, not what i am supposed to be doing. i just got switched onto a project this wed. i will be leading a group teaching kids about restoration at a park i have been too once. great, sounds like a blast. the thing is, it looks like all the education team, the team who is supposed to be taking care of this are available to do it, they just don't want to because it is raining and cold outside. so i get stuck with the job. my group isn't going to learn anything. the teachers are going to hate me. it is going to be the longest two hours of my life. BAH.
i don't like the fact that people are being lazier than me at work, because i am making a true effort to be the laziest one here. i am definitely the most successful lazy person at my office, because i don't get caught, but still. i guess i can always bask in the glow of this summers lazyness. me and ryan will never be topped, in any job, anywhere.
gah, on of my bosses just came down and talked to me. she wants me to talk to her about my future plans here. i told her we should meet about it sometime. she wanted to talk to me about it now, but i don't feel like telling her i am jumping on the first boat i see that is heading out of here. i really hope this job comes through. i haven't checked my email yet, but my dad said he talked to the guy at church on sunday. he told my dad that he had talked to the head of production, and that there were a few seats opening up in the next 2 weeks. sounds good, sounds very good. hopefully i hear soon, and hopefully i can get one of those seats. i can't want to have a job inside again. i am getting tired of showing up home drenched, muddy, freezing and physically exhausted. the disgusting state the gloves i wear leaves my hands in is annoying. my cuticles are all destroyed, and i constantly have blisters and such. i just want to get the smell of old moldy gloves out of my car. i don't care what else the job is. i am ready to move on. you guys wonder why i am so lazy? because i really do not care if i lose my job. i do not care about what happens at these parks. i started off well, but as time has gone past, i have gotten away with more and more. there is no one to put any checks on me whatsoever. my coworkers don't care, as long as i don't screw them up. they all enjoy my presence, so they turn a blind eye. i have reached a point of comfort. i am not getting anymore lazy. i kind of go in fluxes. for the last little bit, i have been really good. but friday i left really early, and today i took a long lunch break. i feel another downswing coming up. fuck it, who cares. i want my new job.
in other news, i have a splinter, or a little piece of rock, or a shard of glass or something in one of my finger tips. it makes typing really painful, at least for o, l and period. bah
in other other news, i think i may have found a new addiction. dan will think this is funny. i started playing this MUD a few days ago. mud stands for multi user something or other, it is basically this text based game thing. i have been running around killing smurfs. it sounds pretty stupid, but it is a lot of fun. anyways, the guy who is running it is running it off his personal computer, so it goes down a lot. like, when he goes to sleep he turns off his computers. kind of annoying, because we can only play it when he is around and online. also, his isp called him and bitched because technically he is running a server, which is against the rules. so he has to take it down, by tomorrow. bah! i want to go home and play it right now, because i know it is up. fucke
i am losing my mind.
me and my friend Jing (from the link bar) were talking on IRC about being a girl instead of a guy. we agreed that it would definitely be interesting. not easier, just interesting. i thought it was cool that he kind of saw what i was getting at, and didn't think i was just wierd or something :) anyways, sometimes i almost thing i would be better at being a girl. no, that doesn't mean it would be easier for me to be a girl, just that i would be more successful. its like, i am better at anything but what my job is right now, but i am sticking with it because it is easy. but i would be more successful at any other job, even if it is harder. i just think i could do a better job at being a girl sometimes...
there is a certain amount of satisfaction to be derived from success. and if people are paying me to succeed, i think i could do it. college, i couldn't, because there was no tangible reward for doing well. why bother? with work, you have a visible reason to keep working. if you don't work, you don't get paid. if you don't work, you get fired. none of this if you don't work, in 4 quarters you are kicked out. that is like a year of slack i got away with. with work, the reason to work is to get paid. that is why you do it. if you can derive some other satisfaction from work, you will keep going back, and you won't hate it. also, the bigger the paycheck, the less stress you ultimately have, and the less you will dread work. money does lead to happyness. actually, it is more of a lack of money leads to unhappyness. anyways, money plays an important role. if i was making 20 some an hour at the job i have now, i wouldn't be complaining nearly as much.
i want to go home and play my mud ;) actually, i haven't had my turntables hooked up for a while now. i had to cannibalize my other power strip to go hook something else on the other side of the room up. i forget exactly what it was.. that is the downside to having one outlet in your room, you kind of have to run cords and stuff all over. anyways, i saw this extra power strip downstairs. i'm going to straight up jack it (read, borrow it until someone needs it back) and hook up my turntables again.
another funny thing, my parents bought us a christmas tree. they also gave us some lights and ornaments for it. we weren't going to get a tree, because none of us wanted to sweep up the needles that fell off. so they got one for us. it was pretty funny. we all felt really bad, because our house was a disaster when they came over. gah.
wankformers....
Saturday, December 08, 2001
who's in a wierd mood? i'm in a wierd mood
nothing going on this weekend. i don't know exactly how i expected stuff to go on. in any case, nothing did. bah. boring, so bored. need drugs or something. anything to keep things interesting. blah blah, BWAH. drink drink, drink drink drink..........
random thoughts for tonight... i was sitting in i heart bentos today waiting for some teryaki. i was staring at this snapple machine. some how the sight of this snapple machine made me realize that i would be a better girl than a guy. i don't know why. anyways, i convinced myself that i really should be female. it makes no sense. it doesn't have too... i guess i was just thinking about how cool it would be too look in the mirror and have like smooth shapely curves and stuff, and breasts. of course, everyone wants to be a girl because of the breasts. if you are a girl, and you are skinny, you are attractive :D i forget why i was really thinking of this. i think there should be like a 3 month period where roles are reversed, where the girls have to persue the guys, etc etc. that would make things more interesting.
i hope i get this job...... the money isn't too important, i am finally back to building up savings again, like really. my whole last paycheck is still sitting in my account after rent, bills and credit card. that was a shock. who knows, maybe i will be upgrading my computer soon. wouldn't that be freaky, if i finally did it :P bloop, i'm gonna go find something to watch on digital cable.
nothing going on this weekend. i don't know exactly how i expected stuff to go on. in any case, nothing did. bah. boring, so bored. need drugs or something. anything to keep things interesting. blah blah, BWAH. drink drink, drink drink drink..........
random thoughts for tonight... i was sitting in i heart bentos today waiting for some teryaki. i was staring at this snapple machine. some how the sight of this snapple machine made me realize that i would be a better girl than a guy. i don't know why. anyways, i convinced myself that i really should be female. it makes no sense. it doesn't have too... i guess i was just thinking about how cool it would be too look in the mirror and have like smooth shapely curves and stuff, and breasts. of course, everyone wants to be a girl because of the breasts. if you are a girl, and you are skinny, you are attractive :D i forget why i was really thinking of this. i think there should be like a 3 month period where roles are reversed, where the girls have to persue the guys, etc etc. that would make things more interesting.
i hope i get this job...... the money isn't too important, i am finally back to building up savings again, like really. my whole last paycheck is still sitting in my account after rent, bills and credit card. that was a shock. who knows, maybe i will be upgrading my computer soon. wouldn't that be freaky, if i finally did it :P bloop, i'm gonna go find something to watch on digital cable.
whats up with that picture on the web cam :) is that megan? and is trav kissing her? did i miss something monumental here? does trav have a girlfriend again?!?! :D
Friday, December 07, 2001
lol, shwankities...
i want to see oceans eleven. who's going to see it tonight? if you do, tell me, i'll tag along :) should be a good movie. i wish i had something to talk about that was interesting right now, like sexual deviancy or something. that would make things interesting. speaking of sexual deviants, someone found my site by doing a google search for "truck sluts". alright, so maybe it isn't very deviant, but it is sexual at least.
fuck work. i left early. i want my new job and stuff, where there is actually worthwhile stuff to do. i have an entire day in the office on monday. blah.
i want to see oceans eleven. who's going to see it tonight? if you do, tell me, i'll tag along :) should be a good movie. i wish i had something to talk about that was interesting right now, like sexual deviancy or something. that would make things interesting. speaking of sexual deviants, someone found my site by doing a google search for "truck sluts". alright, so maybe it isn't very deviant, but it is sexual at least.
fuck work. i left early. i want my new job and stuff, where there is actually worthwhile stuff to do. i have an entire day in the office on monday. blah.
Thursday, December 06, 2001
today has been such a non day. there really wasn't that much that happened that i really care about right now. screw today, i am mad at today. i don't know why.
there was this song on c89.5 driving during my lunch break. it was funny, because it was trying to do so much. there were like 4 parts to it, that all didn't quite fit together, but would have been really cool alone. they had this really cool kind of synth background going on, and then it had these decent female vocals, but then it started in with little bits and pieces pulled directly from darude - sandstorm. then, about half way through, it dropped into this wierd slow hip hopish break beat kind of thing. it was really strange. it screwed up the entire song. it was trying to be too much. i was like, dude, song, stop trying so hard.
has anyone else noticed how many songs are almost EXACTLY like darude sandstorm, but aren't??? god, it is pretty funny. its like, that song isn't even that good, yet people copy it. jeebus, find your own tuneymabob.
free food tonight, pizza at my parents, lol. i think my last 8 meals in a row have been pizza. something like that. i might have had a bagel or something in between. i will never tire of pizza. i have eaten it for like 3 months straight, and i still get these urges where i am like GOD DAMN PIZZA SOUNDS SO DAMN GOOD. its like every slice is my first one ever. i have moved on to a different kind of pizza right now though. tripadip got this pizza a few nights ago, oh god, so good. it is canadian bacon and pineapple, fresh tomatoes, onions, and extra cheese. best thing, ever, quite possibly. i have never liked onions on a pizza, until now. it is great, its like the first time i tried pepperoni and bacon. i'm gonna have to start playing around with different kinds of pizzas after this new kind gets old.
today = NON DAY = blog like 5 times :P
there was this song on c89.5 driving during my lunch break. it was funny, because it was trying to do so much. there were like 4 parts to it, that all didn't quite fit together, but would have been really cool alone. they had this really cool kind of synth background going on, and then it had these decent female vocals, but then it started in with little bits and pieces pulled directly from darude - sandstorm. then, about half way through, it dropped into this wierd slow hip hopish break beat kind of thing. it was really strange. it screwed up the entire song. it was trying to be too much. i was like, dude, song, stop trying so hard.
has anyone else noticed how many songs are almost EXACTLY like darude sandstorm, but aren't??? god, it is pretty funny. its like, that song isn't even that good, yet people copy it. jeebus, find your own tuneymabob.
free food tonight, pizza at my parents, lol. i think my last 8 meals in a row have been pizza. something like that. i might have had a bagel or something in between. i will never tire of pizza. i have eaten it for like 3 months straight, and i still get these urges where i am like GOD DAMN PIZZA SOUNDS SO DAMN GOOD. its like every slice is my first one ever. i have moved on to a different kind of pizza right now though. tripadip got this pizza a few nights ago, oh god, so good. it is canadian bacon and pineapple, fresh tomatoes, onions, and extra cheese. best thing, ever, quite possibly. i have never liked onions on a pizza, until now. it is great, its like the first time i tried pepperoni and bacon. i'm gonna have to start playing around with different kinds of pizzas after this new kind gets old.
today = NON DAY = blog like 5 times :P
i also think my shifts in blogocity are funny. the fact that i can go a week without having anything to write, and then somehow, when i do start writing, the next two days fill my webpage....
i think the fact that some churches and schools are outlawing harry potter is pretty funny. i also think that they aren't allowed to teach evolution in some schools in kansas is funny. i think a lot of things are funny. there is this billboard on the corner where banner turns into 75th, right before it goes over roosevelt and lake city. they always have christian slogans that mark the church in my mind as radical fundamentalists. they are the christians i am scared of. me and ryan used to laugh every time they would put one up, because they always bathed the parishioners in golden light, and condemned us silly sinners to eternal damnation. i have always thought it funny that some people could be so entrenched in their beliefs. that is the point of being a human, you aren't supposed to know everything. i know my beliefs shift and adjust themselves as i learn more and experience more. i think this is the way it should be done. your beliefs should not be decided for you at birth by the mandate of a group of church elders. for the first time, ever i think, i was amused in a good way by a church slogan on their message board out front. their is a methodist church on 85th that said "wizards and muggles welcome!" on its sign out front. i smiled when i saw that. there is hope for the world after all, lol :P
i also found out very recently that c 89.5 is run by nathan hale high school. i think that is very impressive. the radio stations is one of the 2 or 3 i listen too on a regular basis, and they do a pretty good job, considering they are high school students. i always thought "where do they get these whack jobs to read the news? you would think they would hire someone with real on air talent to do it." but now i realize, hey, these are like 16 year olds. no wonder they slur and stutter sometimes, they are still teenagers. most of them are knee deep in puberty. it all makes so much sense now. kudos to nathan hale to putting out one of the few radio stations in seattle that i like.
bibbity bobbity boo, omg weeeeee! gonads in the who now?
i also found out very recently that c 89.5 is run by nathan hale high school. i think that is very impressive. the radio stations is one of the 2 or 3 i listen too on a regular basis, and they do a pretty good job, considering they are high school students. i always thought "where do they get these whack jobs to read the news? you would think they would hire someone with real on air talent to do it." but now i realize, hey, these are like 16 year olds. no wonder they slur and stutter sometimes, they are still teenagers. most of them are knee deep in puberty. it all makes so much sense now. kudos to nathan hale to putting out one of the few radio stations in seattle that i like.
bibbity bobbity boo, omg weeeeee! gonads in the who now?
sorry for that annoyingness. actually i am not, it could have been worse. you will just have to deal with it, the 3 of you who read this. bahaha
anyways, i put some stats up on my page, hopefully that will be fun. right after i did that, i realized that my webhost keeps stats for me automatically. they kind of suck, because they are for everything on my webspace. i have had 3000 people visit something i am hosting in november. that is nuts... anyways, someone found my website using google by searching for "she wanks me". i found that very funny :D
blah, enough about my webpage, who really cares.
cars and stuff are wierd. that is what this portion of this blog is going to be about, unless i randomly switch to yesterday at work in midsentance. ok, so everyone has a nemesis traffic light. there is that one light that everyone HATES, because it is always red for them, no matter what. so for me, there is this traffic light on 24th and prospect, right after 23rd turns into 24th, heading from south seattle towards UW. gah, i can't think of a time i have hit it green. i can think of 3 times where i just ignored it and blew right through, but no times it was green when i pulled up. the annoying thing about this stop light... it is at a T intersection. the only purpose for this stoplight is so the lazy rich people who live down on the hill and the waterfront can have an easier time of getting onto 24th. the problem is, i have seen someone turn out of that neighborhood maybe like 3 times, and i go past this thing at least three times a week, usually more. so, it stops all this traffic, but no one really uses it. also, it is one of those old school penis traffic lights, so it is harder to see. it is just like, dammit there's the light, dammit its red!! dammit stop!!! anyways, i hate that light. someone please go knock it off or something...
i went to the gas station today, and they had all the entrances blocked off. of course i didn't notice this until i had gone in anyways right past this car. then i was stuck in the gas station, and this dude was yelling at me that i couldn't get gas for 24 hours. i was like, dammit.... i had to drop off the curb to get out. so i go to the other texaco, and there is this mechanic dude staring at me as i pull up to the pump. i turn off my car, and he is walking across the parking lot still staring at me. it was just creepy. scared me...
blah, turned in that resume, hopefully it works. this morning has been funny. i had to go out and meet this crew we have working at one of our sites. they show up like 30-45 min later than they should have, their crew leader decided not to go to work today, and it was half the crews last day at the place they work for. yeah, they are going to get a lot done.... i told them i had to leave, and tipped them off to the fact that no one would be back all day, including the afternoon, so if they were to head out a little early... they were pleased. i bet the left like an hour after i did. oh well, they get paid less than i do, and i am annoyed, i can't expect them to care about things any more than i do...
so, yesterday at work. haha, yesterday, crazyness. me and one of my coworkers led a volunteer work party out near sand point. we were leading 46 freshman from a local high schoolhigh school. the thing was, in a word, chaos. when i said i would help at the work party, they said i would just be wandering around, planting some plants, and answering some questions. NOT TRUE. i was in charge of a large group of 9th graders, in a park i have been too once. eventually, i had a lady from parks kind of help out, but she was mostly there to haul tools in her truck. they had a parent who kind of walked them around, but she didn't say more than 3 words to them the entire time. i came through it though. when the thing finally ended at 2 i was exhausted. i am just glad i didn't get the kids lost on the way the the place we were supposed to be working. i just kind of guessed where it was, and how to get there. i wasn't too far off. when we broke for lunch, these two teachers from their high school came by. i can remember maybe one teacher in high school i found kind of attractive. both these teachers were very good looking. it was wierd. that is a 100% attractive teacher ratio so far. lucky kids.
BAH the resume. wrote it up yesterday, turned it in today. i think it turned out pretty well. i just hope they don't make me take a drug test before they hire me. that would really suck. this dude has been really helpful though. he talked to the hr dept, and he is going to give them my resume :) he is some vice president guy, so things are looking good. more money here i come. long ass commute, here i come!! not working outside in the freezing mud, HERE I COME BABY!!! i'm on a sinking ship, and getting this job would be like getting my own yacht as a life raft. beauty...
i get rent money from my last roomate today, i can finally pay jay for whistler, lol.
anyways, i put some stats up on my page, hopefully that will be fun. right after i did that, i realized that my webhost keeps stats for me automatically. they kind of suck, because they are for everything on my webspace. i have had 3000 people visit something i am hosting in november. that is nuts... anyways, someone found my website using google by searching for "she wanks me". i found that very funny :D
blah, enough about my webpage, who really cares.
cars and stuff are wierd. that is what this portion of this blog is going to be about, unless i randomly switch to yesterday at work in midsentance. ok, so everyone has a nemesis traffic light. there is that one light that everyone HATES, because it is always red for them, no matter what. so for me, there is this traffic light on 24th and prospect, right after 23rd turns into 24th, heading from south seattle towards UW. gah, i can't think of a time i have hit it green. i can think of 3 times where i just ignored it and blew right through, but no times it was green when i pulled up. the annoying thing about this stop light... it is at a T intersection. the only purpose for this stoplight is so the lazy rich people who live down on the hill and the waterfront can have an easier time of getting onto 24th. the problem is, i have seen someone turn out of that neighborhood maybe like 3 times, and i go past this thing at least three times a week, usually more. so, it stops all this traffic, but no one really uses it. also, it is one of those old school penis traffic lights, so it is harder to see. it is just like, dammit there's the light, dammit its red!! dammit stop!!! anyways, i hate that light. someone please go knock it off or something...
i went to the gas station today, and they had all the entrances blocked off. of course i didn't notice this until i had gone in anyways right past this car. then i was stuck in the gas station, and this dude was yelling at me that i couldn't get gas for 24 hours. i was like, dammit.... i had to drop off the curb to get out. so i go to the other texaco, and there is this mechanic dude staring at me as i pull up to the pump. i turn off my car, and he is walking across the parking lot still staring at me. it was just creepy. scared me...
blah, turned in that resume, hopefully it works. this morning has been funny. i had to go out and meet this crew we have working at one of our sites. they show up like 30-45 min later than they should have, their crew leader decided not to go to work today, and it was half the crews last day at the place they work for. yeah, they are going to get a lot done.... i told them i had to leave, and tipped them off to the fact that no one would be back all day, including the afternoon, so if they were to head out a little early... they were pleased. i bet the left like an hour after i did. oh well, they get paid less than i do, and i am annoyed, i can't expect them to care about things any more than i do...
so, yesterday at work. haha, yesterday, crazyness. me and one of my coworkers led a volunteer work party out near sand point. we were leading 46 freshman from a local high schoolhigh school. the thing was, in a word, chaos. when i said i would help at the work party, they said i would just be wandering around, planting some plants, and answering some questions. NOT TRUE. i was in charge of a large group of 9th graders, in a park i have been too once. eventually, i had a lady from parks kind of help out, but she was mostly there to haul tools in her truck. they had a parent who kind of walked them around, but she didn't say more than 3 words to them the entire time. i came through it though. when the thing finally ended at 2 i was exhausted. i am just glad i didn't get the kids lost on the way the the place we were supposed to be working. i just kind of guessed where it was, and how to get there. i wasn't too far off. when we broke for lunch, these two teachers from their high school came by. i can remember maybe one teacher in high school i found kind of attractive. both these teachers were very good looking. it was wierd. that is a 100% attractive teacher ratio so far. lucky kids.
BAH the resume. wrote it up yesterday, turned it in today. i think it turned out pretty well. i just hope they don't make me take a drug test before they hire me. that would really suck. this dude has been really helpful though. he talked to the hr dept, and he is going to give them my resume :) he is some vice president guy, so things are looking good. more money here i come. long ass commute, here i come!! not working outside in the freezing mud, HERE I COME BABY!!! i'm on a sinking ship, and getting this job would be like getting my own yacht as a life raft. beauty...
i get rent money from my last roomate today, i can finally pay jay for whistler, lol.
Wednesday, December 05, 2001
Tuesday, December 04, 2001
i love john cusack. high fidelity rocks. i think i have watched it like 5 times this week. the starz superpack or whatever has it on their regular rotation now, so it is always on. it is kind of like boiler room two weeks ago
oh yeah, and that building had 3 doors on the front, and 2 in back, my bad......
oh yeah, and that building had 3 doors on the front, and 2 in back, my bad......
oh yeah, about the email virus. it really sucks, because that is what i do at the office when i have nothing to do, like right now. i check my email over and over again, so it looks like i am doing something. but now i can't do that. doh doh doh
shwa shwa SHWAAAAAAA!
anyways, i think my office just got hit by an email virus. i am very tempted to open outlook and see what happens. it could be pretty funny. in anycase, if you get something from me at work don't open it. i didn't send you anything, just delete it.
in other news, things crack me up. ok, so they are building this structure over near manny's house. i don't know what it is. it looks like a jiffy lube or something. there are two big garage doors on the back, but only one on the front. there is a little office now that is completely glas. inside, is a desk. it is funny, because if someone is working at the desk, everyone going past can see them. it looked like someone was having a job interview in there today, and he looked nervous, and kept looking around out the windows. i sat there and stared at him for a bit. it was kind of funny.
also, at the bus stop between 75th and my office (a whole driveway away), there was this cute girl. we smiled at eachother, and i looked away because i had to go past. she was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, so i moved close to the street so i wouldn't bump into her or anything. then she stepped back into the little shed thing at the same time. so now, neither of us were on the sidewalk. i just kind of laughed and went into my office.
it looks like another of my coworkers might be leaving. i still haven't figured out if the first one is leaving for certain. but anyways, the second one now has a second interview somewhere. that is as much as i heard from listening in on half the cell phone conversation. i feel bad for doing this sometimes, but if they didn't want me to listen, they wouldn't stand next to me while they were talking. what am i supposed to do, just not hear what they are saying? anyways, this person is one of the 2 people who do less than me at the office. it isn't her choice, she was forced into lazyness by our boss. but yeah, its good for her, because she hates it here. if they both left, that would bring our total down to 7. also, another of my coworker's wife has a baby due in 5 days. so that will make 6 and a half. good god, i hope i get this new job.
i got an email back from the guy today, he said he would check with the hr department and see what they had available for me. he said he couldn't promise me employment, and the email was short. also, right after that email, i got an email from him that had the text "bill blum has asked to recall this email" the subject was "recall: blahblahblah my title of my email". whatever. anyways, i'll email him back again and smooch da pooper a little more. the job i am looking for is not listed as open on their website. so he is going to check with the hr department, because sometimes it takes a while for it to get listed. so, hopefully if this job is available, i will have the inside track to it. that would rock. anyways, i still really need to do my resume. that sucks. i hate doing resumes.
gah, i am cold. my fingers are still cold from this morning. wet cotton gloves with rubber fingers + cold wet ground + fucking cold weather = fingerDEATH. it would be nice to work inside again, now that it sucks outside. i swear it was half raining half snowing for a few minutes today at the park i was at. my coworker noticed it to.
speaking of my coworker he rocks. cracks me up. he is turning into me, on the lazyness scale.
whatever and ever, amen
anyways, i think my office just got hit by an email virus. i am very tempted to open outlook and see what happens. it could be pretty funny. in anycase, if you get something from me at work don't open it. i didn't send you anything, just delete it.
in other news, things crack me up. ok, so they are building this structure over near manny's house. i don't know what it is. it looks like a jiffy lube or something. there are two big garage doors on the back, but only one on the front. there is a little office now that is completely glas. inside, is a desk. it is funny, because if someone is working at the desk, everyone going past can see them. it looked like someone was having a job interview in there today, and he looked nervous, and kept looking around out the windows. i sat there and stared at him for a bit. it was kind of funny.
also, at the bus stop between 75th and my office (a whole driveway away), there was this cute girl. we smiled at eachother, and i looked away because i had to go past. she was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, so i moved close to the street so i wouldn't bump into her or anything. then she stepped back into the little shed thing at the same time. so now, neither of us were on the sidewalk. i just kind of laughed and went into my office.
it looks like another of my coworkers might be leaving. i still haven't figured out if the first one is leaving for certain. but anyways, the second one now has a second interview somewhere. that is as much as i heard from listening in on half the cell phone conversation. i feel bad for doing this sometimes, but if they didn't want me to listen, they wouldn't stand next to me while they were talking. what am i supposed to do, just not hear what they are saying? anyways, this person is one of the 2 people who do less than me at the office. it isn't her choice, she was forced into lazyness by our boss. but yeah, its good for her, because she hates it here. if they both left, that would bring our total down to 7. also, another of my coworker's wife has a baby due in 5 days. so that will make 6 and a half. good god, i hope i get this new job.
i got an email back from the guy today, he said he would check with the hr department and see what they had available for me. he said he couldn't promise me employment, and the email was short. also, right after that email, i got an email from him that had the text "bill blum has asked to recall this email" the subject was "recall: blahblahblah my title of my email". whatever. anyways, i'll email him back again and smooch da pooper a little more. the job i am looking for is not listed as open on their website. so he is going to check with the hr department, because sometimes it takes a while for it to get listed. so, hopefully if this job is available, i will have the inside track to it. that would rock. anyways, i still really need to do my resume. that sucks. i hate doing resumes.
gah, i am cold. my fingers are still cold from this morning. wet cotton gloves with rubber fingers + cold wet ground + fucking cold weather = fingerDEATH. it would be nice to work inside again, now that it sucks outside. i swear it was half raining half snowing for a few minutes today at the park i was at. my coworker noticed it to.
speaking of my coworker he rocks. cracks me up. he is turning into me, on the lazyness scale.
whatever and ever, amen
tuesday is the worst day of the week.
tuesday, day after monday. monday is not as bad as tuesday, because you are still halfway living off the afterglow of the weekend. by the end of monday, you have fully forgotten about the weekend. which leads you too tuesday. still workdays away from weekend. psychologically, the furthest day from your next well needed day off. some people hate mondays, i hate tuesdays.
i don't want to go to work
i don't want wednesday to come. wednesday... again, i am leading a workparty. not just any work party, another planting instruction work party. students forced into volunteering. but this time they aren't young and unjaded towards school. no, they are ninth-graders. and, there will be 50 of them. 50 9th graders, for 5 hours. oh god, i am in pain already. do you know how difficult it is going to be to keep 50 9th graders occupied and entertained for 5 hours? i can't even keep myself occupied and entertained for 5 hours, and i have a much larger attention span than i did in 9th grade, believe it or not. gaaaaaahhhhhhh, the worst part about it, i have only been to the park it is at once. i am going to be beyond worthless. BEYOND WORTHLESS. uuggghhhhh... i hate being at work, being the person who is supposed to know everything, because more often than not i don't know anything. come wed, it is going to be perfect time to flaunt my idiocy.
gah, here's my hope. i will shave the day before, so i don't look like a scrub. i am tall, and i look older than a 9th grader. in all my fleece and rain gear and stuff, i look pretty big. hopefully the boys will be afraid of me. i'm not unattractive, so hopefully the girls will be afraid of me. that leaves the teachers. give a few half ass half sarcastic remarks, or just be as silent as possible, they will be afraid of me.
fuck this week.
tuesday, day after monday. monday is not as bad as tuesday, because you are still halfway living off the afterglow of the weekend. by the end of monday, you have fully forgotten about the weekend. which leads you too tuesday. still workdays away from weekend. psychologically, the furthest day from your next well needed day off. some people hate mondays, i hate tuesdays.
i don't want to go to work
i don't want wednesday to come. wednesday... again, i am leading a workparty. not just any work party, another planting instruction work party. students forced into volunteering. but this time they aren't young and unjaded towards school. no, they are ninth-graders. and, there will be 50 of them. 50 9th graders, for 5 hours. oh god, i am in pain already. do you know how difficult it is going to be to keep 50 9th graders occupied and entertained for 5 hours? i can't even keep myself occupied and entertained for 5 hours, and i have a much larger attention span than i did in 9th grade, believe it or not. gaaaaaahhhhhhh, the worst part about it, i have only been to the park it is at once. i am going to be beyond worthless. BEYOND WORTHLESS. uuggghhhhh... i hate being at work, being the person who is supposed to know everything, because more often than not i don't know anything. come wed, it is going to be perfect time to flaunt my idiocy.
gah, here's my hope. i will shave the day before, so i don't look like a scrub. i am tall, and i look older than a 9th grader. in all my fleece and rain gear and stuff, i look pretty big. hopefully the boys will be afraid of me. i'm not unattractive, so hopefully the girls will be afraid of me. that leaves the teachers. give a few half ass half sarcastic remarks, or just be as silent as possible, they will be afraid of me.
fuck this week.
Monday, December 03, 2001
this is another journey though the random recesses of my mind....
i heard this dance mix for "slave 4 you" by britney spears. the song is still pretty bad, but the dance mix makes an infinite amount of sense compared to the original. this is mostly because the original makes absolutely no sense. it was interesting listening to them try to have a continuous beat throughout the song... it was pretty funny, in any case....
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i don't really have anything to complain about traffic-wise, it is kind of odd. traffic wasn't really that bad at all. i just kind of zoned out, and 40 minutes later ended up at work. i don't really remember driving. its kind of scary too...
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i am so tired. i didn't really sleep at all this weekend. i have been hungover like a mother fucker. i woke up at about 4:30 saturday morning with feeling hungover. tried to sleep, layed around watching tv as the pressure in my head just built, and built, and built. by about 10, it was too much to bear. at about 1, i finally heard bryan was up, and went and got some ibiprofin. felt better until about 7, went and got some tylinol. went to bed and watched movies until about 1, and tried to go to sleep, couldn't. got up and took a shower to try and help my headache, because bryan was asleep and all the headache medicine is in his room. felt a little better, watched tv until about 3. tried to go to sleep. took another shower about 7. waited for bryan to get up, about 12 or so went down and got more tylinol. watched tv all day, fell asleep about 9, woke up at various points in the night. lol, fucked, what a doozy of a hangover :) i don't think i have ever drank that much in one night, and i know i haven't done it without puking...
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i sent a letter to this guy who works at a company named Alerton today. apparently, he is the one who told my dad that they were hiring. hopefully he emails me back. i realllllly need to start building my resume. i hate building my resume...
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squirrels abound today. at work, there was a squirrel on this branch staring at us. it was wierd. wierd, because i thought squirrels were supposed to be gone. driving home from for lunch break, announcer dude says you can get tickets secret squirrel style. just noe on friends, there was this squirrel sitting there staring at phoebe. funny stuff. i wish i had a pet squirrel. in junior high, my nickname was Squirrelly. i have always secretly wanted to be a squirrel...
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http://www.input-entertainment.de/laser/laser.html
play this game. love this game. THIS GAME IS PHYSICALLY ADDICTING. i am on level 19. i thought level 18 was impossible. level 19 is the root of ALL EVIL. anyways, i got stuck on 8, 13, 18, and now 19. ouch, thinking about trying to play this is hurting my brain, again...
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females are quite perplexing. some people spend their time trying to figure them out. i have certain moments where i think i have something figured out, which sucks. i think it is more fun knowing absolutely at all. it makes things pretty interesting, i think. it gives me something to think about. about how i know absolutely nothing at all. things are funny. the things that entertain me are wierd. why do i care about what women are thinking? i mean really, does it really effect me THAT much? no, in fact, it doesn't. i guess the way i think of it, if i figure out the thought process of women, that means women can figure out my thought process. and i don't really want anyone to figure out my thought process...
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work sucks, i quit. i quit life. i mean really, why bother. i feel sometimes like i am floating around endlessly, and like i will be floating around endlessly. i don't think any career, any education, any.... well.... anything could bring me any sort of meaning. why do i really bother looking for meaning? well, there are these stupid times between weekends, known as the work week, where i can't drink, i can't stay up late, and i am exhausted that are here to remind me no matter how much we try, we can't simply enjoy life. life allways has shit that you will hate. you will never truely enjoy school, at least not as much as you enjoy sleeping. you will never enjoy work, at least not as much as you enjoy laying around in your underwear watching tv. you will never enjoy the shit you have to do, the stupid stuff that is vital to simple existance. because it is stuff you have to do, not stuff that you want to do. therefore, you can never truely enjoy life. you can enjoy parts of life, but you can never enjoy life as a whole. at least i can't...
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ok, back to understanding my thought process. sometimes, i do kind of wish there was a female who could understand my thought process. i mean, my male friends can understand what i am thinking. in high school, me and my friends spent all our time together. we were so tight, that we didn't have to finish sentances. it got to the point that we didn't even have to start sentances. we could almost have entire conversations without saying a word. it was wierd, we would sit around, and someone would start laughing, and everyone would know what they were laughing about. then, everyone would stop, and someone would start laughing again, and everyone else would start laughing. eventually, someone would say something that was completely off the original subject that brought about the original bout of laughter, and everyone knew what they were talking about, and we would be rolling around on the floor laughing. male friends understand. i guess that is why they call them girlfriends. then again, there is something entirely enjoyable about having people not knowing everything about me. any element of mystery i have is like an inside joke to myself. that is what makes this blog borderline rediculous at times, because it is in essence me trying to explain my though process to everyone...
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this weekend lacks a punchline, for me. usually, at the end of every weekend, there is a word or phrase i can say or think that will make me laugh. usually, by the time the next weekend rolls around, i have forgotten it, so the new one can take its place. i feel kind of empty...
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the world is out to plague my head with images of giant penises. ron jeremy was on the end this morning. last night, i watched bachelor party and there was that chippendales dancer. a few days ago, there was this E! true hollywood story on peter north. all of the sudden, media is filling my head with images of guys with freakish members. as if everyday life wasn't enough to make me feel inadequate...
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boston public is an incredible show. it is hilarious! ok, in the past few minutes, police have come to school to arrest some guy for statutory rape, there was an e-tard party on the stairway, someone stole this lady's fake arm, and stuck it on the cardboard stand up of the vice principal, so it looked like it was coming out of his ass. the thing was bending over. it was really funny. the dude looks like george w. bush. that makes it even more funny. some hot secretary is now mad at the principal for something. i don't really get it. hilarity...
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i heard this dance mix for "slave 4 you" by britney spears. the song is still pretty bad, but the dance mix makes an infinite amount of sense compared to the original. this is mostly because the original makes absolutely no sense. it was interesting listening to them try to have a continuous beat throughout the song... it was pretty funny, in any case....
...blip...
i don't really have anything to complain about traffic-wise, it is kind of odd. traffic wasn't really that bad at all. i just kind of zoned out, and 40 minutes later ended up at work. i don't really remember driving. its kind of scary too...
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i am so tired. i didn't really sleep at all this weekend. i have been hungover like a mother fucker. i woke up at about 4:30 saturday morning with feeling hungover. tried to sleep, layed around watching tv as the pressure in my head just built, and built, and built. by about 10, it was too much to bear. at about 1, i finally heard bryan was up, and went and got some ibiprofin. felt better until about 7, went and got some tylinol. went to bed and watched movies until about 1, and tried to go to sleep, couldn't. got up and took a shower to try and help my headache, because bryan was asleep and all the headache medicine is in his room. felt a little better, watched tv until about 3. tried to go to sleep. took another shower about 7. waited for bryan to get up, about 12 or so went down and got more tylinol. watched tv all day, fell asleep about 9, woke up at various points in the night. lol, fucked, what a doozy of a hangover :) i don't think i have ever drank that much in one night, and i know i haven't done it without puking...
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i sent a letter to this guy who works at a company named Alerton today. apparently, he is the one who told my dad that they were hiring. hopefully he emails me back. i realllllly need to start building my resume. i hate building my resume...
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squirrels abound today. at work, there was a squirrel on this branch staring at us. it was wierd. wierd, because i thought squirrels were supposed to be gone. driving home from for lunch break, announcer dude says you can get tickets secret squirrel style. just noe on friends, there was this squirrel sitting there staring at phoebe. funny stuff. i wish i had a pet squirrel. in junior high, my nickname was Squirrelly. i have always secretly wanted to be a squirrel...
..blip...
http://www.input-entertainment.de/laser/laser.html
play this game. love this game. THIS GAME IS PHYSICALLY ADDICTING. i am on level 19. i thought level 18 was impossible. level 19 is the root of ALL EVIL. anyways, i got stuck on 8, 13, 18, and now 19. ouch, thinking about trying to play this is hurting my brain, again...
...blip...
females are quite perplexing. some people spend their time trying to figure them out. i have certain moments where i think i have something figured out, which sucks. i think it is more fun knowing absolutely at all. it makes things pretty interesting, i think. it gives me something to think about. about how i know absolutely nothing at all. things are funny. the things that entertain me are wierd. why do i care about what women are thinking? i mean really, does it really effect me THAT much? no, in fact, it doesn't. i guess the way i think of it, if i figure out the thought process of women, that means women can figure out my thought process. and i don't really want anyone to figure out my thought process...
...blip...
work sucks, i quit. i quit life. i mean really, why bother. i feel sometimes like i am floating around endlessly, and like i will be floating around endlessly. i don't think any career, any education, any.... well.... anything could bring me any sort of meaning. why do i really bother looking for meaning? well, there are these stupid times between weekends, known as the work week, where i can't drink, i can't stay up late, and i am exhausted that are here to remind me no matter how much we try, we can't simply enjoy life. life allways has shit that you will hate. you will never truely enjoy school, at least not as much as you enjoy sleeping. you will never enjoy work, at least not as much as you enjoy laying around in your underwear watching tv. you will never enjoy the shit you have to do, the stupid stuff that is vital to simple existance. because it is stuff you have to do, not stuff that you want to do. therefore, you can never truely enjoy life. you can enjoy parts of life, but you can never enjoy life as a whole. at least i can't...
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ok, back to understanding my thought process. sometimes, i do kind of wish there was a female who could understand my thought process. i mean, my male friends can understand what i am thinking. in high school, me and my friends spent all our time together. we were so tight, that we didn't have to finish sentances. it got to the point that we didn't even have to start sentances. we could almost have entire conversations without saying a word. it was wierd, we would sit around, and someone would start laughing, and everyone would know what they were laughing about. then, everyone would stop, and someone would start laughing again, and everyone else would start laughing. eventually, someone would say something that was completely off the original subject that brought about the original bout of laughter, and everyone knew what they were talking about, and we would be rolling around on the floor laughing. male friends understand. i guess that is why they call them girlfriends. then again, there is something entirely enjoyable about having people not knowing everything about me. any element of mystery i have is like an inside joke to myself. that is what makes this blog borderline rediculous at times, because it is in essence me trying to explain my though process to everyone...
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this weekend lacks a punchline, for me. usually, at the end of every weekend, there is a word or phrase i can say or think that will make me laugh. usually, by the time the next weekend rolls around, i have forgotten it, so the new one can take its place. i feel kind of empty...
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the world is out to plague my head with images of giant penises. ron jeremy was on the end this morning. last night, i watched bachelor party and there was that chippendales dancer. a few days ago, there was this E! true hollywood story on peter north. all of the sudden, media is filling my head with images of guys with freakish members. as if everyday life wasn't enough to make me feel inadequate...
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boston public is an incredible show. it is hilarious! ok, in the past few minutes, police have come to school to arrest some guy for statutory rape, there was an e-tard party on the stairway, someone stole this lady's fake arm, and stuck it on the cardboard stand up of the vice principal, so it looked like it was coming out of his ass. the thing was bending over. it was really funny. the dude looks like george w. bush. that makes it even more funny. some hot secretary is now mad at the principal for something. i don't really get it. hilarity...
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