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[05 Jun 2004|05:01pm] |
R.I.P.
A great man died today.
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[27 Apr 2004|05:42pm] |
Wooo... it's been a long time.
Today was boring. Woke up and went to the work. There by 8am. Nothing to special happened. Saw people. I had an entire shelf of fuggin' cameras fall while i was showing a digital to a guest, that kinda freaked me out... cause about $2000 worth of camera just fell! I didnt make that sale... lol. It was so fucking slow. I spent 2 hours reading some video games mag that Jane Potter found ripped open, haha. I read it like 3 or 4 times. Theres so much new cool shit games comming out. And i want a GBA hardcore now. Anyways... lol. After work i went home and changed then met Ardy and Michelle at the mall. Walked around it sucks there. So we walked to lunch. Found "my mexican", Jose. He is the coolness.
By the way, fuck Bush.
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[20 Mar 2004|03:37pm] |
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Seems that some people just don't get the point. I would like to know what is so difficult about understanding that after 11:30 pm I'm not going to be available for chatting. But when I return to the computer I have a half dozen messages from our dear friend, x. She wants to know if I'm there... If I want to chat... If I'm ignoring her... If I'm going to be back any time soon. Finally I take down my away message and she's on me immediately with things like, "You mad at me?" and "You hate me don't you?"
After about fifteen or twenty minutes the routine starts over. Conclusion is I'm just going to tell Miss x to f off and if I want to chat I'll contact her. Its cold and methodical, but some people just don't get the point.
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[16 Mar 2004|08:40pm] |
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All good things must come to an end. Such is life I suppose. It just sucks ass that when things are going good, all of the sudden without warning it all turns to shit within the course of like 2-3 days. Nothing goes as planned, everything blows, and I have no motivation to do anything at all. Here is where I would make a "rude noise made when putting tounge between lips and blowing".
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| Recommendations |
[09 Mar 2004|03:06pm] |
Taking Liz's suggestion . . .
Recommend to me:
1. a movie
2. a book
3. a musical artist, song, or album
4. a LiveJournal user not on my friend's list
5. what I should have for dinner
6. a website
...and put it in a comment and then put the above in your journal.
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| Crimson for Boiling Blood |
[06 Mar 2004|07:06pm] |
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH - talked to Dad tonight, not only is Debbie moving out soon (my sister who carrys a badge and gun - insert Dragnet theme here) - with her Boyfriend Kurt, but they are looking for a condo, and get this, after that is done - they are probably gonna get engaged - I feel like i am gonna vomit, i dont NEED this. Fuckin'-A damn it to fucking hell - i feel like i'm being drawn and quartered - this is setting my head on fire - I need a drink
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[28 Feb 2004|10:46pm] |
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i don't like couples
it's just tired watching the same story with a different pair of people
the same bickering getting passed around and shit, it's just nothing new +[
and then it sucks to stop myself from being like
'you guys need to stop fucking around'
so give it a break until you're like 35
(obviously there are a few exceptions.)
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[22 Feb 2004|07:59pm] |
Talk about the girl next door...
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[22 Feb 2004|07:44pm] |
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You know how it is in Cali.. we only get snow in the mountains and stuff.. So we headed to lake tahoe.. but there was already snow on the way there so we just pulled over at a rest area where a bunch of people were playing in the snow and did the same. so since it was getting dark, we headed to reno instead. headed to circus circus and played a few games.. i won a ducky at some fishing game and my brother did too but he did a very stupid thing. he stuffed it in his pocket that wasn't very deep and it fell out and he lost it. i was so mad, that was like 2 bucks right there. oh well. then i wasted a dollar on trying to catch some sesame street character on a claw machine cause i'm not a pro like jon. but anyway i went to this other claw machine where big bird's feet were sticking up and thought i'd aim for that one... inserted 50 cents and i got it!! yay for me, i have skills after all. then we went home and now i'm here and purdy tired. but i want to make the most out of this day and sleep in tomorrow. i will play some ddr because i haven't in a long while and i suck.
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[04 Feb 2004|04:05pm] |
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Okay, guys, I'm redoing my whole address book again. If you think that I don't have your address or birthday or whatever email me it so I can have everything up to date. Thanks.
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[31 Jan 2004|10:54pm] |
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In this city there are all sorts of crazy foreign cultures that get together in small restaurants to let me have their delicious cultural food. Anything I feel like eating is available to me, for just a little bit of money.
The best thing about living in this city is that unlike a lot of the world where the main problem of the day is that they havent had anything to eat in a week. Here my main problem is trying to figure out what kind of food to eat.
Yet for some reason, I can eat a can of cold beans on toast and be really happy with that. It's just cold beans and toast, dammit, its not good or good for you, its just simple and strangely yummy.
Soon (hopefully) on University near Albany the candy shop guy will open his restaurant The Deli Lama, which will specialize in 'comfort foods' like kraft dinner and shepherd's pie. I actually can't wait for it. Jane and I will certainly be regulars. heh.
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| Uncle Bad |
[30 Jan 2004|09:29am] |
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On the way home from paying that nasty $397.31 I had a manly cry to myself about trying so hard to save up money and faling due to the unforseens. My phone credit and fuel tank were both as good as empty, so there was another $60 I'd have to spend. On the way to the petrol station I got a call from the kiosk but I wasn't going to answer it while driving, not even with my new insurance that I'm dying to try out. With no credit to check the message left on my voicemail I decided to drop on by the kiosk in the hopes that they had a shift for me. Boy did they have shifts.
Angela, the other new girl quit today with absolutely no warning or confrontation, just a mysterious 2 sentenced letter found on the desk. It was something like:
'Dear Kiosk,
I wish to quit this job effective immediately. I've found a new job.'
The letter was dated yesterday, but only showed up half an hour before she was meant to work so I was happy to take over for some extra cash. As the second of the 3 new people to quit and with only 7 employees left, she has left a gaping hole in the roster. I grabbed a pen and rostered myself to fill in for her for the next 3 weeks. Rachel, the other and final new girl also has a new job but isn't about to quit. She told me of her unavailabilities and I was happy to cover for her.
So I'm now working virtually everyday up until the 15th Feb. Considering that I usually get 3 shifts a week tops, I'm going to be a tad richer when I'm through.
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| i can't believe things get this way... |
[25 Jan 2004|12:49pm] |
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my voice is scratchy. and my body is tired but I am awake. it was a good show tonight. paul and tate came and we rocked out. well I did most of the rocking but we had our moments. I was attacked with a hug barrage.
well this entry has taken two and a half hours now, because santi got home and asked if anyone wanted to go to saturn, which was exactly what I had wanted to do since the show was over. so lauren, santi and I went and it was great. I love them both. I wish I were a better friend to them, and spent more time hanging out around here. something to work on I guess. saturn is great, it is totally becoming my favorite place. well at least for late night adventures. asian rose is taking over the day time favorite. I am so going there tomorrow.
speaking of tomorrow. this is a sample schedule just that:
10:00ish wake up. go to coffee with matt. go to laurens rugby game. play catch. see friends from south pas. see friends from here. meet nicole. go to asian rose with nicole. go to my house with nicole. play music. bid nicole sweet farewell and go to work. work. get off. yeah. go to party with paul, and who ever else will come. possibilities include: nicole, sarah, rachel, and my house. sleep
today the idea of getting a tattoo, or actually a few really small tattoos popped in my head. I was thinking of getting the word hope on the first space of the inside of my fingers on my left hand. does that make sense? what do you think?
its raining and I love it. there is something about .......
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[24 Jan 2004|08:16pm] |
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so i was supposed to have a x ray of stomach and small bowel done today.
which meant i couldnt eat or drink past 10 pm last night,or today, which is fine, if u r trying not to gain weight or take sum off, u r never supposed to eat after 6 pm, so i dont, unless we are having dinner late....
but i was also supposed to take laxatives at 6pm last night and i fergot... hey brb, i have to call the hospital n tell em i aint comin...
ok, i am back... next fridat at 8 am,,, but i dont know where Matt is going to go, he doesnt leave until 8 am...
dang it
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[23 Jan 2004|01:07pm] |
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Infilo le carte in una custodia di plastica trasparente, di quelle con i buchi.
Le lascio unite nell’involucro come ricordi ammassati.
Le dovrei archiviare nell’apposito raccoglitore. Lo so.
Le lascio qui sopra la scrivania. Lo farò dopo, lo farò.
Guardo fuori, nevica.
C’è da controllare un documento. Lo cerco tra il mucchietto nella plastica.
Pensavo fosse in ordine, è un casino.
Guardo fuori, fiocca.
Dove è finito? Non riesco a trovarlo, ma devo, dev’essere da qualche parte.
Cerco tra le altre carte ammassate come corpi buttati uno sull’altro a marcire.
Qualcuno rantola ancora, cose da sbrigare.
Guardo fuori, cadono leggeri e inconsistenti.
Vorrei rimanere così per tanto tempo. Ma non ne ho.
Non è mio il tempo qui, me lo comprano, è loro.
Cerco un ricordo piacevole sotto la neve. Non lo trovo.
Trovo il documento. Mi sento più leggera. Non nevica più, fuori.
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[22 Jan 2004|08:10pm] |
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Backwards in time.
Today:went snowboarding for the 2 1/2 time.
did much better.
called back a friend that i was to meet for
wine and whine.
told her that i was looking to buy a board.
just so happens she has an old Burton that she
would part with only if i took good care of it.
LOVE IT!!!!!! black top w/red emaciated dog pissing
it's self. back, rabid cat claws out. psycho cousin
of the Cheshire cat.
punk frickin rawk!!!
wow, it hurts to write like that.
2 weekends ago: went snowboarding.
almost impaled him on the slopes. small bruise on both of us.
spent $67 to cry on the top of a cold mountain. yep, i cried. boo.
looking back, i had fun. i did not give-up. i was once a good surfer, and gods be damned, i will master this.
New Year: nice time at some parties. first time i had a date on new years in a few years. got to know boi better. got lucky that weekend :P just wish i had not told a certain person about the party. this man is a bigger drama queen than anyone i know! other then that, we blew shit up. good way to bring in the new year.
X-mas sum-up: parents, oldest bro and son over for 2 LOOOOOONNNNGGGGGGGG weeks. love them. want to kill them or my-self after that much time together. i felt guilty if i left to go some where. got alot of hello kitty stuff (yehh). had enough dough to get everyone in my family something neatoo. my nephew kick ass.
hummm... was that all?
had not up-dated for a while.
like you care....or read this far.
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| New Journal, yo |
[19 Jan 2004|10:11am] |
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Yeah yeah yeah. I don't want to go to sleep. I have some shit I need to get done here before I can go to sleep. Well, I don't need to do them, but I won't feel right unless I do. Sigh. I love multi-tasking. I feel as though I'm getting something done, even if all I'm doing is RPing and mudding or whatever.
Wu-tang is great. The beats are so dirty, but you know, in a good way. Real rough. And they're all talented lyricists. You can really feel the things that they rap about.
I haven't really RPed in a long time. I feel sort of rusty only in my speed. I still have the language skills that I did when I was 16 (probably more). But my speed is off. I used to be quick as shit at posting actions that were physically consistant and beautiful to look at. Now it takes me slightly longer to post what I'd like, and slightly longer to assess the situation that I'm involved in. If that makes sense. I could blame the drugs, but it's mostly because I haven't done it in over a year. But I'm sure the drugs haven't helped.
I want a really nice video camera. One with high resolution. I don't really care about digital or whatever. All I care about is resolution. I want something that's gonna record really clearly. I don't know much about cameras, though. So I'll have to shop around and read up on things. I want to make a movie. Maybe a documentary on The Wall. Ask people what they think it means to them. Because the meaning could be construed many different ways. I also want to buy many books. Gotta get a job first, I guess.
My mom's friend knows a guy who repairs cars, and is selling a caddy for like 600$. I was like "...Does it work?" Apparantly it does. But hell, my parents are gonna be paying for it. So it's not like it's an investment I have to worry about. But I would like it to work because I like caddys and I need wheels. We'll see about that one. I really want it though.
Guess I should sleep or something, right? That's what normal people do? Haven't done that in a while... Gah!
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