| You let me love you, orphan boy! |
[Jun. 19th, 2008|05:15 am] |
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| | Strung Out-No Voice of Mine | ] |
Hey livejournal! How are you? Journalish? I doubt it, cuz that's not even a word!
Updating late is better than updating never right? So here we are, a few weeks into summer vacation, which started May 18th and extends all the way to grad school next year. Pretty solid if you ask me. And as you can tell from when this is being posted, I don't have a job and my sleep schedule is all f-ed up. I see light outside. And as for the job, I have two offers and hopefully a third coming in. If that comes in, Hudson Valley Hospital it is for me. If not, somewhere in Yonkers. Can you tell where I'd rather be?
So I'm watching Kramer vs. Kramer today in the midst of not working and (spoiler alert!!!!) Meryl Streep wins after abandoning her kid for 18 months. And apparently this happens a lot: the courts will side with the mothers simply because. Wow, that's bullshit. I mean yes, I'm nowhere close to being a feminist . Sure, it calls for equality between the sexes, but calling it feminism just makes it sound women > men. I'm 100% for equality in all things though, not just gender. I lost my point. There it is! If the husband bails then wants back in, fuck the asshole. But if the wife bails, same shit. And if the courts are siding with the mother in any situation, way to play it fair guys. I mean yea, if the conditions are shit or there's tons of neglect or the kids is getting beaten, by all means side with the other party, but it actively bothers me that shit like that could go down to anyone. And if you're sitting there thinking "Well Jack, maybe you just like Dustin Hoffman more than Meryl Streep" all I have to say is she was great in the Devil Wears Prada (even though the movie shouldn't be in the custody of anyone. That's right, tying it all back).
I like listening to music I haven't heard in a long time. It brings back lots of memories and feelings and so forth. Currently it's Strung Out, fyi.
I got a Wii. It's fun.
Cleaning my room is taking a lot longer than expected, mostly due to a lack of motivation and there being enough stuff off of the floor that no one is complaining.
I don't like it when dvds skip. I miss certain parts and it's like the movie is keeping secrets from me.
I like this song, so peace Holmes.
Hi there, little neurotic-looking baby. |
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| It's going to be legendary! |
[May. 22nd, 2008|04:42 am] |
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| | Say Anything-Baby Girl (I'm a Blur) | ] |
Know what I remembered? I love livejournal. There was a reason why I made everyone get one back senior year of high school. And then I, you know, didn't post for months. It happens. We persevere.
There's just so much to talk about that I don't know where to begin. I'm at Kristin's house and yes, it's 4:45 in the morning. Sleep is for losers and people who have work the next day and I am neither. I guess it can be for people who are tired and want to be well rested for the next day too, but I only say that because Kristin will be seeing this when she wakes up. She's probably reading this right now. I'm probably right next to her while she's reading this. Hi Kristin! But anyway, I've been up to a lot. Like turning 22 and graduating college. I'm sure I'll have a whole "reflecting on college" entry later on. Stand by.
Another order of business was getting a new ipod, which was heavily (read: entirely) assisted by Kristin and my parents. Thumbs up for that. Thumbs down for the scroll wheel being less than sensitive and thus difficult in letting me listen to All That Remains whenever I feel like it. But hey, at least it's all good when I listen to music in the car. OH WAIT NO. The cord in there is messed up too, so it really only play out of one speaker. Hm, this was more bitching than I intended, so....
Boston is great. Or at least the two songs I recognized and listened to tonight. Death Cab For Cutie is really good too. As well as a bunch of other stuff I've been getting into now. So there, less complaints.
I miss high school and I realized that I miss it for one reason: everyone was around. Here, let's play *Where's everyone at? (high school friends edition): Colin: city, Gerry: city, Ungco: Boston, Eric: city Feds: Albany, Emma: city, Jon: around (good, you'll be called), Sam: Westchester (also good). Who else did we hang out with? I dunno, a lot of people, many of whom no one talks too anymore. See, back in the day (at 22 I can reference "the day") it was all skate and drive around and see people. Now it's all "Oh, not many people within 30 miles I see". Anywhere further than 30 miles from where I am can suck it and suck it hard. Let's even go outside of high school and into college. There are some people in the vacinity and that's nice, but then the girlfriend (you've been referred to by name enough McCarthy!) is in Rochester and other friends are in Long Island. Have we really packed 8 people into a 5 person car for the last time? But you strive and persevere and see who you can and take out your frustrations on people that annoy you and you're set. Basically, my point is that everyone I know should move to Pleasantville. Is that really too much to ask?
I'm starving, but this isn't my house so I can't just rummage through other people's fridge for food. Until next time (assuming I don't forget again, which I promise I'll try not to this time).
This could be the most one sided fight since 1973 when Ali faced an 80-foot tall mechanical Joe Frazier. My memory isn't what it used to be, but I think the entire Earth was destroyed. |
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| Happy Easter |
[Mar. 23rd, 2008|02:28 pm] |
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As much as I'd hate to use this as an actual journal, I'm angry and upset and feeling pretty hopeless. I don't know if hopeless is the right word though. Not me. I'm not hopeless. I just don't think anything is gonna be alright. I don't think I'm ok. |
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| That dog just laughed at a pun. |
[Mar. 10th, 2008|02:29 am] |
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Hey. I haven't been here in a while. I just stopped in to say that my girlfriend is awesome and I missed her while I was home. |
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| Wanna take a gander at some Adam West penis? |
[Dec. 10th, 2007|12:06 am] |
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| | Flogging Molly-Don't Let Me Die Still Wondering | ] |
How is it already the end of the semester? Seriously. The past 3 1/2 months flew by, which only means next semester will do the same thing and then I'll be in the real world. Forced to fend for myself. Or run to Mommy and Daddy. Either one.
Five finals this week. Three on Tuesday and two on Thursday. Plus I picked up mad hours at work because a) I need gambling money for Vegas and b) I owe my parents a lot of money. So that's basically my week. Maybe a movie. Actually, definitely a movie. Saying maybe is just ridiculous.
Speaking of finals, I might be relatively screwed for some of them. Depends on how much studying I end up getting done. Thank god I made notecards a week ago. People came down from Cortland and Oswego for the last Teen Wolf show, so my studying didn't start until last night at 7. Oh, but want to make a girl almost cry? Tell her that the guy she just had a one night stand with was a virgin. Jeremy's not, but wow that was a funny half hour. Also, Tawm is being shunned for having too much game for his own good.
Hm, I see that you deleted that entry with the convo with you and your back-up boyfriend. Yes, I saw it. No, I wasn't thrilled by it.
There are a lot of songs that I've recently come to like for one reason or another that I hated when they came out. Like Enema of the State Blink 182 and Fat Lip. I wonder what I'll like in 5 years.
Last freaking opening tomorrow. Hells yea. And that's ever too. Next semester I work Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoon/evenings. No opening. No closing. That'd be called being a veteran.
The more stress that gets thrown at me, the more I want to go back to being reclusive and do nothing but work out and watch movies. It'd be great to have that focus back again.
Yes, I have decided to shun Andy Bernard for the next three years... which I'm looking forward to. It's an Amish technique; it's like slapping someone with silence. I was shunned from the age of 4 until my 6th birthday, for not saving the excess oil from a can of tuna. |
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| I would love to put you in the trunk of my car |
[Nov. 22nd, 2007|08:15 pm] |
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| | The Killers-Jenny Was a Friend of Mine | ] |
I've realized that I can't think of the last time I got 8 hours of sleep. Definitely more than a week ago, which is probably why I'm out of it right now.
There was a large amount of driving done yesterday and today. Binghamton to Pleasantville, then Pleasantville to Smithtown, LI, then back to Pleasantville today. Smithtown was cool. I got offered to stay overnight and for Thanksgiving a few times, which was unexpected. Um, Derick got kicked out of a bar for breaking a bottle outside, then Shaka almost got in a fight with the bouncer who kicked him out. Kelly randomly went missing at around 2, which brought the Russ parents down to the bar (Kelly is Derick's younger sister). She ended up being with her drug dealing boyfriend at a Jiffylube somewhere. It all sounds less eventful than it was, but apparently they're doing a scavenger hunt tomorrow and then going out, so I'll be back down there for that. Oh, and I said I'd be home at before 2:30, but got there at 2:45. Oops. I'll be talked to later.
Haha, my dad asked if I wanted to watch the Godfather tomorrow. He wasn't thrilled when I told him that it's in Binghamton.
Two weeks and then finals is all that's left of this semester. Wow.
Saw 4 and 30 Days of Night aren't playing anywhere anymore.
If sweet stories could buy pasta, you'd be very fat by now |
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| Vodka and pills!? I told you to stay out of my dad's earthquake kit! |
[Nov. 20th, 2007|10:24 pm] |
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| | Dreamgirls | ] |
So with my Learning test over with, I can update on the HUGE weekend.
Aight, so at like 5 on Friday I get a call from Shaka asking if I would want to bounce at the Moose that night since they needed people. I said maybe and he said he'd call back. I go to my 5:30 shift and get progressively more into the idea as I find out who's going out that night. Then at about 8:30 Shaka tells me the owner found someone. Lame. So i get off work at 10 and go home, only for Shaka to call again and say, and I quote, "If I call you back in 5 minutes can you be here in 10?" So I run over there and bounce (ie do wristbands for open bar) until 1, at which point i go downstair to be Bar Back (clean up behind the bar). The owner said I did better than anyone in a year and I made $50 from being tipped off, along with the other $50 I made at $8/hour. It was a good night. Left at 5, got Wendys, crashed at 6:30. And then...
Woke up at 10 to drive to Syracuse with Shaka to pick up Derick and Laura. Blew off the planned nap to hang out and get food and watch the Teen Wolf sound check, then people pre-gamed, the we went to the Rat at 9 for beer pong. Derick was drinking for me, which increased his intoxication immensely. He also decided that he was going to get into a fight, so him and Tawm were starting with EVERYONE. We eventually bailed to the Moose (but not before Tawm and Derick started up with people at Big Daddy's). Oh, we also decided that we were gonna beat up Colin Farrell when we go to LA. And Derick hit Shaka in the nuts twice, one funnier than the next. Teen Wolf was sweet also.
The next day I actually got sleep, then worked out and immediately got called to go to a diner. We did that (the waitress acted like Tawm was retarded, which he found HILARIOUS), then drove Derick and Laura back to Syracuse. 0 studying was accomplished and last I checked Shaka was 3 pages into the 10 pages paper that was due yesterday. Great weekend.
Watching Dreamgirls was a mistake. I hate going into movies not knowing they're musicals or with subtitles. (Dreamgirls doesn't have subtitles, but it's happened like that before.)
Home tomorrow for Thanksgiving. Not sure what's going on. The only tentative plans are some movie with Sam. I also want to try and see Saw 4 or 30 Days of Night at the Palisades, so if anyone is down that'd be good to know.
They just keep singing in this movie. For 130 minutes. Damn it.
Don't be sad. She's in a better place. ...actually she's in the freezer. Because of the odor. |
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| No g-strings or canned cheese? How am I supposed to celebrate New Years? |
[Nov. 9th, 2007|02:10 am] |
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Jesus, I haven't posted in a while.
Er, ok, let's start with what I can remember from Halloween weekend. If you're not on facebook, I was a pervert. It was fun being extremely creepy. Literally half of what I said all night was "Can I smell you?" and "How old are you?" *20* "14?" Also we were a large and solid crew, consisting of myself, Shaka, Brussel, Jeremy, Shaka's friend Dubs, and Gael. It's almost the '92 Rumble, but not quite. That'll be on the 17th. Everyone was out too, like people from the gym and Hughes people and Max and Eric and so on and so forth. Good freaking night.
Halloween itself involved training people for the Hinman weight room (*Uh, it should take like 40 min* and 10 min later we're done) and watching the Evil Deads. We had some people for the first, basically just me and Schafer for the second, but a group came back strong for Army of Darkness. Bruce Campbell just brings the people in.
Mad supposed road trips in the next 8-10 months. Winter road trip in January, Orlando in March, then supposedly visiting Sam's girlfriend in North Carolina and going to some awesome waterpark in Virginia whenever.
You know when it's really hard to grade papers? When you own Guitar Hero 3.
It figures that when I take 3 days off from lifting I get sick.
Haha, the new Brand New cd is labeled as "post-hardcore" on itunes. That's for you Eric.
Yo, 8:30s everyday next semester. How fucked up is that?
I don't know whether to cry, throw up, or punch you in the face. |
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| Are you saying that our heaven is duck hell? |
[Oct. 24th, 2007|01:49 am] |
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| | Presidents of the United States of America-Lump | ] |
I know I haven't updated in a while. My bad.
This weekend was full of craziness. Friday looked like shit until Beth and Max got stuck on Main Street and called for me to get them. From there we went to the Mad Moose and hung out with Shaka while he bounced. It was better than it sounds. Saturday night was Teen Wolf. THAT was a good time, with 80s music and dancing and sweating and Max and his girl grinding on each other to the point where everyone was thinking *well he's getting laid hard tonight*. The text he sent me at 3:30 that night confirmed that, if you care.
I'm stuck weighing 192. It's like my body has just said "You've had enough, bro." Yes, my body calls me bro.
Party for Nick on Friday. There's gonna be a banner and beer pong and Friday the 13th movies on mute and music and good times.
I'm sure there's more, but I got 5 hours of sleep last night and I want over 7 tonight, so I'm going to sleep.
If you could be anything you want, the world would be full of movie stars and astronauts. Then who would make the sandwiches? |
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| I'm gonna rip off your face and wear it to the ugly ball! |
[Oct. 11th, 2007|12:41 am] |
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| | Every Time I Die-Hit of the Search Party | ] |
Two times today people sat in the backseat of my car. And two times I didn't think that they might have opened the window. So two times I left the car and came back to find the backseat window down cuz I'm an idiot. Thankfully, no times did anything get stolen. Anything of course being my stereo and the large amount of trash inhabiting my car from Saturday's trek to Jersey.
So yea, Alumni weekend was cool, even if I missed a good chunk of it. Went to two house parties and downtown on Friday. The first party was alright, but I didn't know as many people as I had assumed I would The second was fucking wrong. Zero ventilation, so the house was hot as balls, you had to take your shoes off at the door ("What is this? An 8th grade slumber party?"), and everyone there was very...Jewish. I have no idea how else to describe it. Just extremely stereotypical. Not knowing anyone didn't help. Except my Bio 118 TA, who I talked with about his Chemistry research because there was nothing else. Then we went to the Moose for a while, then headed back downtown where I saw more people. The ride back was us yelling "Chris Powell (insert rest of whatever sentence you want)". So like "Chris Powell says nice green shirt there!". This led to a drunk Chris Powell yelling shit at everyone, despite us being at red lights. It also makes me wish I used "This is a good corner for talking" or "Good talking! Nice vest!" as my title. Not that they're funny in this context, but really, what that I say is?
Saturday went workout, then food (maybe Moe's, I forget), then met up with Selina and Danny, then drove to Jersey with Shaka and Gael for wrestling. The show was ok, but Nigel won the title, which was both cool and helpful in our plan. See, we didn't think Nigel would win. And Sam, a huge Nigel fan, wouldn't be going because Seth Rogan was hosting SNL and he was gonna go. So our plan was to text Sam right after the match (which we assumed Nigel would lose) saying that he won and Sam missed it and it wouldn't be until 4 AM that he would find out. So as soon as Nigel wins, I look at Shaka and say *tell Sam he lost*. And that's what he did. We came up with details about the whole thing. And then while showering later I get a call from a pissed off Sam, who had just found out the truth. Totally worth being cold and wet for 5 minutes to hear him pissed. I haven't talked to him since then, actually. Maybe he's legit pissed. But anyway, we get back to Binghamton in like 2 hours and 45 min, giving us 10 minutes downtown (mapquest said it would be like 3:10). Saw like 4 people (all non-alumni) and went home. Can't beat that. And Sunday I saw a bunch of old Fitspace alum at Applebees. Not much to say there.
While walking to my car after hanging out at Shaka's tonight I saw a broken branch and a shoe on the sidewalk, which made me think werewolves. Then I realized there was no full moon and I had no idea what I was dealing with.
Ok, so this Winter Break should be significantly more busy than last years. No 65 movies for me. Right when I get back Kristin is staying with me, which should be fun until she she spends more than an hour with me one-on-one and gets sick of me. Am I right? But yea, there will be the city and...well, I dunno what else, but it should be cool. Then at the beginning on January, me, Shaka, and Shaka's friend Derick are spending the weekend in San Diego. And since we're driving, we're leaving on Tuesday Jan 1st. Here's how it's going. We're supposedly doing all the driving there in one shot. Smithtown, NY to San Diego, CA. Amarillo, TX is our basepoint because friends of Shaka's got there in 25 hours. Then it's just like 16 to San Diego. If we have to, we'll sleep. If not, we'll sleep when we get there. Then beach, 80s cover band, and whatever else. Sunday we hit Las Vegas, do whatever there. After that, Denver! I dunno. Then driving back. Should be like 9 days. Everyone is getting texted. Like anyone in my phone book is getting some kind of text like "I'm in fucking Omaha". And hopefully there will be like 400 pictures and 12 videos up on facebook. It's either going to be amazing or the worst idea we've ever had. That's the problem. None of us are saying *wow, this is retarded*. And by problem, I mean best part.
So the asian roommate we never see randomly bought 4 dvds without owning a dvd player. So guess what I own if he leaves them here. The Marine. And Borat, Rocky Balboa, and the Grudge. But The Marine.
Guess what? I have flaws. What are they? Oh, I don't know. I sing in the shower. I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I'll hit somebody with my car. |
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| I must be like the blind kids because I don't SEE what the big deal is |
[Sep. 30th, 2007|11:34 pm] |
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So on Thursday I wear my Minus the Bear shirt, which somehow always ends up at the bottom of the drawer and I never wear. I only mention this because like 8 people point it out that day. "You like Minus the Bear?!?" In a good way, not a *they suck* way. It was weird. Most were people I didn't know. And Meredith and Kate and Beth, who just sort of stared until I was like "What?". And last night some girl at Blaise's party was like "You were wearing that Minus the Bear shirt this week. In that class with the professor who talks a lot." I guess what I'm trying to say is that a lot of people here have good taste in music.
Since I've been posting so infrequently, I have to check old entries to make sure I don't repeat myself.
I forgot to say something about when Shaka brought me to that wing place. It's me, Shaka, and Menard and it's pretty packed in there, so Shaka says we're playing erotic games. It's less creepy than it sounds. Barely. The bar had this computer screen game thing with blackjack and puzzles and such. Such would include these games with naked people. The one Shaka wanted to play was like those games where you see two versions of the same picture with certain things missing or different in the second picture and you have to find the differences. But the pictures here have naked people. So he spends like 3 minutes trying to get the dollar into this thing, and as soon as the first nude chick pops on the screen, he excitedly squeels. And at that very same moment, the waitress comes over to tell him the table is ready. And me and Menard are dying laughing at this because he's front and center at the screen while we're off more to the side. That ruled. Not sure how I forgot about that before.
I'm watching the Rock of Love finale I taped and Bret Michaels is feeling sick from his diabetes. He's telling Jes to inject him with his insulin needle if he goes into a diabetic coma. Great guy and great show.
We never see Nam. Sometimes he'll come out of his room while we assumed he was out all day. It's kind of funny. And Shaq keeps talking long past the point of when me and Nick want to stop. And he keeps talking about finding a girl to cook for him. That's gotten old. But at least me and Nick own the kitchen and living room.
Cognition on Tuesday could be a bitch if I'm not studying right like I think I am.
There's always one fuckhead like you trying to shit in the apple pie. Well you just shat in the apple pie that knows how to shit back. |
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| You said I was the worst possible result of an orgasm |
[Sep. 26th, 2007|02:08 am] |
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| | Dimmu Borgir-Hybrid Stigmata | ] |
Um, story time. Mostly from the past weekend.
Waterman came up Saturday. We hit up chinese buffet (which was 100 degrees, wtf) and talked about the good times. Like Waterman being so drunk/high that he wanted to drive through a house. I wasn't there for that. I went back to my room and studied and watched the first half of Club Dread until about 1, at which point I was told to go downtown. And to the Rat I went. Matt and Shaka were already there and Matt was grinding up on guys. The best was this one dude dancing with a girl who had this look on his face like he was thinking *I am the fucking man* (picture the Triple H voice if you've heard it). So I point him out and say *Wow, that dude thinks he's the shit*, at which point Waterman says *Not for long*. And with that, Matt starts grinding up on both of them. The girl likes it. The guy not so much. He was pissed and eventually walked away. Me and Shaka are dying laughing, although Shaka noted that he might come back with friends. He didn't. We laughed and went to Sportsbar/Mad Moose. At the Moose, Matt started hitting on Keren hardcore and kept asking Nick if they were dating. Best part was when Matt had to piss and as soon as he left Keren asked if he was gay. Ouch.
And tonight Shaka says we're going to some wing place. He doesn't tell me that it's like 5 towns over. It was good though. Met Menard, got to see Menard buy weed, talked about movies. Good stuff.
First tests were today. Physiological psyc (100 fill ins) and Learning. Physio wasn't as bad as I thought, probably because I studied like hell all weekend. Flashcards help. Learning was harder than I thought, but I also half-assed the studying. Next time should be easier now that I know what the formats are like.
I'm sorry I destroyed your party with my unwanted child! And I ruined all your good news about your deformed twins! |
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| ...like veal. Except with babies. And these would be real baby back ribs. |
[Sep. 14th, 2007|01:40 am] |
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| | Iggy Pop-The Passenger | ] |
I've rediscovered Sealab 2021. And I wish I didn't leave The Brak Show at home.
So still sick. It's not as bad as before, but still a pain in the ass. I'm combating it by refusing to bow down to it's demands. Therefore, I'm still eating and my stomach is still trying to fight back. That's how I handle stomach viruses. And for some reason I eat the weirdest combinations of food. Like a peanut butter sandwich and a can of tuna. And before anyone says *omg Jack, that's so stupid*, I think I've already established how stupid I am by not considering how old that lunch meat I ate was. It wouldn't be new information.
I'm disappointed with the lack of people who would see movies with me. No one's down for Shoot 'Em Up. This is where I need Sam (who, I'd like to announce here, is currently in a relationship. I called him right after I saw that on facebook). But yea, back to it, people here suck. I wouldn't even care who I saw it with, just as long as they weren't one of those *gotta see some romantic piece of crap like Music and Lyrics on the first date* types. I don't think I'd even associate with one of those.
The weirdest part of Monster's Ball was when Billy Bob Thorton had to provide Halle Berry with "I Just Lost My Family" sex. I wouldn't be able to handle that kind of pressure.
Hellholes are good for people. I was raised in one and hey, look at me! ...with a little less hate. |
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| I don't patronize bunny rabbits! |
[Sep. 12th, 2007|12:54 am] |
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Food poisoning is killing me. This one won't be long because soon I'm gonna curl into a ball and pray for death. This is like my stomach's revenge for every gallon milk challenge and bit of hot sauce I've added to food that didn't need it. And how can meat smell and taste fine, but do this? That is unfair. Or it could have been the Sodexo curried chicken earlier. Seriously, between that and the questionable lunch meat, I made some of the worst decisions today.
If you haven't heard, Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne has replaced Ladies and Gentlemen as my favorite song.
Looking forward to this long weekend (assuming I'm not out of commission). Colin and Caitlin are coming up, so that should be reminiscent of last year.
I've been watching Dawson's Creek episodes on TV-Links because I couldn't remember anything about the first season.
When I was a kid I trusted Nicky Lamente. He stole my Rollos. I'm not saying I was the one who pushed him under the school bus. I'm just saying I love Rollos. |
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| Losers rely on luck. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen |
[Sep. 6th, 2007|01:24 am] |
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| | The Cranberries-Zombie | ] |
Ever since hearing that quote I've wanted someone to wish me luck at something. That way I can just smirk and rattle that line off and make whoever wished me luck think I'm a cocky motherfucker. Probably not in the good way. But don't think I'd say it if any of you wished me luck. It would lose the magic if you knew it was coming. I assume.
Wednesdays are nice. Woke up this morning with a nice little voicemail letting me know I was in the middle of missing a student manager meeting. I chose to eat breakfast and go on the computer instead of rushing to maybe make the last 20 min. Getting written up either way. People seemed to care, but in that way where you know they won't care by the end of the day. Worked out, ran back to the apartment, then back to work. Kind of a pain in the ass to do that too. I wedge food and shower between working out and class on Tues/Thurs too. Barely make it in time. So yea, barely make work in time, spend the next 3 hours there, then quick lab meeting with Jen, home by 5.
Know how much two tomatoes comes out to be? A lot of watery sauce. I think I was going for stir-fry, ended up with a slightly watery tomato concoction. Not bad, but not what I was going for. I mean I don't like tomatoes and I ate it, so I'm going by that standard. Pretty sick dinner though. Spaghetti with that and steak. Heh, that was 1/8 of my meals today. Yea, think about that.
I might be dropping my seminar and taking Learning instead. There's a lot of reading for this class and I'd have no problem with that, but we get quizzed. And right at the beginning Donovick said if we hadn't taken Physio psyc yet, we wouldn't do well. I'd like to not have a C+ this semester. Not too much to ask for. The one catch is that Learning is filled up and the professor for it (Bishop) is a cool guy. I know him from the opening shifts and have expressed interest in taking his classes, but he's not 100% about me petitioning in. Ok, now pay attention. The drop deadline is Friday. He says he wants to wait until Tuesday to make a decision about who is getting into the class. If I drop the seminar and get into his class, good. BUT if I drop the seminar and don't get into his class, I'm fucked because I'm only taking 12 credits at Bing as it is. Would it work if I stayed in the seminar, but withdrew or whatever its called if I got into Learning? Also, we have a test in the seminar that same Tuesday which I'd really not like to prepare for if I don't have to. Too bad life isn't like movies. Well, except the Number 23. Glad my life isn't like that. More like You Got Served, where everything can just come back to dancing.
Someone give me a movie to watch tomorrow evening before lab.
I believe that karma is gonna hit me hard for all the jokes and mean things I say and do. I wonder if this is it, cuz this flat out sucks.
Now for a solid 5 1/2 hours of sleep before heading into Physio tomorrow and hearing Lenny go, "Bro, it's so hot in here." I'm not knocking Lenny. Lenny's the shit. But why is that room so hot?
My father told me never to lie. Unless it's absolutely necessary. And then he gave me tips on lying. |
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| That's a big girl doing a kegstand! That's ballin'! |
[Sep. 4th, 2007|12:59 am] |
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| | Pulley-Darkside | ] |
Hearing that story may have been the funniest part of the weekend. And things actually happened this weekend. No, not just movies. I know! Friday I went over to Eric's place where him and some people were doing some drinking games. It was the first *I don't know anyone really so it's kind of awkward*, but then I joined in for Asshole because everyone was just really drinking whenever they wanted, so me and my protein shake was fine. One thing about Asshole: being president rules because you get to make up rules. Like when someone yells "Ballin'" and everyone has to smack the table and say "Sssswish". There was a solid 2 hours of that. Met Rob (altho we realized we knew each other from the gym the next day), Beefchip (who's awesome and has an awesome nickname) and Emily (who owns Momento, which works out because I recently realized I wanted to see it again). So yea, that was Friday.
Stuff happened during the day on Saturday, like working out and Alan eventually coming over to do laundry. By the time he came over I had to go help Shaka, so I basically left him with Nick. I'm sure that was awkward. No one was there when I got back, but Eric was down to go to some party at Beefchip's, so we went there, knew like 2 people, came back to my apartment, watched 7 minutes of a Batman ep, Mary called telling Eric to come back, we went back and by this time there were more people. Met Jillian's boyfriend there and pretty sure he thinks I'm gay. I forget what started it off. I think it was when I remembered the words to Semi-Charmed Life. I dunno. Dude was actually kind of a homophobe throughout the night. Didn't help when I said something along the lines of *Yo, knowing the words to this song doesn't make me gay. How often I suck dick, that's what makes me gay. So there!*. Not sure if he caught the sarcasm or not. So anyway, watched beer pong and had a dance party for most of the night. Also met Kristin, who got cooler the more I hung around her. Eventually we left when Eric was exhaustedly tired. Dunno from what.
Nothing happened Sunday during the day, but me and Nick watched Zodiac with Bill and Craig. Good movie, but if a movie is going to go 2 1/2 hours, an ending would be nice. Eric came by and we went to get beer. The first gas station "trampled on his rights" because he had his temp ID, so we went to Walmart, then apparently back to UP to some townhouse where everyone was. We played some game where you say dirty statements, but it's really supposed to be something not dirty (Another name for woman, ends in UNT = Aunt). Drinking games started and, like I said before, found out how cool Kristin is (28 Days Later is her favorite movie and she was quoting Arrested Development). Of course she's going to Scotland on Saturday for a year and I'll have graduated by the time she comes back. Touche. We left to get food, but everything except Denny's was closed, so we all just went home. Still have Emily's $5 for fries.
Nothing to say about today except that I don't know why Halloween is catching so much shit. And how people are saying it's the worst of the series. Have you seen a Rob Zombie movie? Have you seen the original Halloween? Now imagine Rob Zombie elements in Halloween. There you go. The Laurie Strode girl in this one was hotter than Jamie Lee Curtis too.
Full day of classes tomorrow, so I'll talk about classes and work some other time.
What are you!? Simple!? |
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| Are you the gay guy? Because that doesn't make you any better than me. |
[Aug. 29th, 2007|12:53 am] |
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| | Killswitch Engage-For You | ] |
Back at schoolio. Gym training sucked like it has sucked every semester before, so nothing new there. Went back downstate this past weekend for a good ole wrasslin' show in NYC, after which we were denied access to a lesbian bar (if you hadn't already heard). That hurt. "Equal" rights. Fooled around in the city until about 4 (being 21 is fun) and then drove Sam back to Westchester and then us down to Rockland to Waterman's house. Crashed at 6, woke up at 3, got Chinese buffet and went to see Superbad again. Then Summerslam and driving back to Binghamton, getting in at 1:30. Crashed at 2, woke up to open the gym at 5 and was remarkably awake. The girl I open with remembers me as the guy who won the "Always Eating on Shift" award, which is sweet. Worked until 10:30, worked out, napped until 6. Good times. And "Ladies and Gentlemen" is my new favorite song for so many reasons.
The newest piece of technology to be fukkkked seems to be my car, as evidenced by the sounds coming from my back tires/axel. It's like something is dragging on the pavement, but nothing is, so it must be something against the wheel. I should get it checked out, but I need my car. And I will eventually run out of money.
Halloween on Friday, suckas.
My movie watching has dropped off considerably, so hopefully it'll rebound. Wait, that's not true. Watched Shooter, the Hitcher, and Identity this weekend. And half of Raging Bull tonight.
I'm not coming home for Rosh Hassonah (still don't know how to spell that). Colin and Caitlin are coming up and the gym is still going to be open and no one is a) around and b) doing anything in Westchester, so I'm not driving 3 hours in my broken car for that.
These are posters that are being ordered to increase the awesomeness of the apartment. If the links don't work, just understand that they're awesome. http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Army-of-Darkness-Arms-in-Air-Posters_i425257_.htm http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Dawn-Of-The-Dead-Posters_i1373351_.htm
http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Movie-Quotes-Posters_i1686966_.htm
The last one just seems fun.
Oh, and I've started the big weight gain mission. You'll be posted.
Because right now, this is a job. If I advance any higher, this would be my career. And if this were my career, I'd have to throw myself in front of a train. |
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| Yes! If we didn't breath in asbestos, the terrorists win! |
[Aug. 21st, 2007|02:02 am] |
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| | Every Time I Die-Bored Stiff | ] |
Exciting 9 days. My computer appeared to be screwed beyond anything I could do (Virus scans wouldn't even finish), so I brought it down to some computer repair place on Saturday. They say it'll be done by the end of the week, which is fine cuz I'm out to the Jersey Shore until next Saturday. That week was filled with my diet going to hell (1/52 weeks ain't bad), swimming, football, Freaks and Geeks, and getting Colin's 5-year-old half brother to say random shit again ("How many wars has America lost?" "0" "Who's your favorite Uncle?" "Uncle Sam" "What do we think about FDR?" "He sucks"). I come back on Saturday and they say my computer isn't ready yet. It'll be done by Monday. I get a call today and they say something's up with the video and the motherboard is fucked. I go down, they say I either need a new motherboard (takes 3-4 days) or just get a new laptop right then. And since I won't be around in 3-4 days, new laptop it was. All my shit was transferred over and here I am trying to get used to this new keyboard.
The Invasion didn't suck. It was actually real good until the big car chase was thrown in. And Superbad...well that was just the shit. I honestly don't understand if someone doesn't find it funny. And I'm not saying that in the "well, different opinions for different people" way. I mean if you can walk away from that movie and say it wasn't funny, I feel legit sorry for you. You must hate funny things.
Back to school tomorrow. Got through the summer, which was filled with movies and caddying (last mention, I swear) and less frisbee than was reasonable. We haven't played since Benoit died (I know this because we never had the Chris Benoit Memorial Frisbee Game). So now just one more year and then I've gotta figure out what I'm doing with my life. I don't have any sort of reminiscing, summer-ending livejournal thoughts. I have realized the major flaw of your closest friends being picky and easily annoyed with people. Makes for a boring time with no one around. I did branch out a little though, although it was only semi-successful. Fuckin'.
I've yet to pack, so no idea when I'm leaving tomorrow.
Jon hooked me up with some website that let's you make your own ringtones from songs, so everyone in my phone is getting their own tone. So if you think there's a song that you'd like me to hear when you call, leave it as a comment. And if I disagree with your choice, you'll get Fall Out Boy.
In the wild, there is no health care. In the wild, health care is, "Ow, I hurt my leg. I can't run. A lion eats me and I'm dead." Well, I'm not dead. I'm the lion, you're dead. |
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| Any car we need I'll pay for with candy!!! |
[Aug. 10th, 2007|01:50 am] |
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| | jubilant | ] |
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| | Avenged Sevenfold-Beast and the Harlot | ] |
Work = done. It ended up not raining on Monday (because we just had to end it with blatant weatherman lies), but it went fine. First time I had to experience people saying goodbye and it really meaning goodbye. A lot of "Seriously, take care of yourself"'s. Carl seemed like he didn't realize that I'd probably be out for good for a second, then really drilled home the "take care."I don't know if I feel bad for the guy or not, considering he just about lives in a bar and caddies all the time. Dude just seems tired all the time, which makes it hard to tell if he was sad that I was leaving or just beat. John just seemed fucking depressed, but that's not surprising considering I'm the first of like 7 guys leaving for good. Next year he's screwed for caddies. He paid me the $50 he owed me, told me that I was a hard worker and should be proud of it, and shook my hand. Felt like the kind of time where I had to say something to finish the seven years, but all I could think of is thanking him for taking care of me. I threw in a "seriously" at the end, because that's what people say when they want to be sincere, but can't think of shit to say. I'm not gonna go on about it (I did that last entry), but still seven years is a long time. I'll probably forget about most of the people by December.
Hung out with Jon tonight, which was filled with ladder matches and music burning. He hooked me up with a bunch of Alkaline Trio, Every Time I Die, All That Remains, and Avenged Sevenfold. I'm kind of thrilled. We also talked about wrestling/fighting back in the day and stealing. It was some good times.
Shore on Saturday until...Friday?
Ok, so I'm walking to the cottage in the dark right before posting this and I hear this vibration near my ear, which makes me think there's a bug. A decent sized bug, based on the vibration. So I go to smack it, but just end up smacking myself in the ear. Hard. Shit hurt and there was a ringing for about a minute, which only shows how much I wanted to take out that bug. I could have been worse though. It's not like I lost my pants for 45 minutes or anything.
I woke up 170 yesterday and freaked out, so I've been eating a ton since then. I'll consider it practice for the fall.
I've got six movies from the library to watch by the time I leave for the shore, which ain't happening. Coach Carter, Terminator 3, Masters of Horror: Homecoming, Passion of the Christ, Must Love Dogs, Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. Which should I watch? And I'm not looking for snarky comments about the movies I rent. They're free. I don't feel bad.
I don't want to see you. Don't come near me. You're not my girlfriend. You're my girlenemy. |
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| Envy is admiration turned upside down |
[Aug. 5th, 2007|11:58 pm] |
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| | Slipknot-No Life | ] |
The golf course gods must have known I was almost done based on my day today. Boss John wasn't there in the morning since his daughter got married the day before, so it was Mark and JJ (his two sons) running things. I get along with them well enough and they don't have the heavily frightening aura John does, so I ask if I caddy for Sheine and Klugman, who happen to be the first ones out and it would be an easy $140. Get in early, go on a 2nd loop early, easy day. Well Klugman doesn't show, so I end up going out at like 8 with two other guys. Both are nice, but they're playing shit golf and my reads on the green are off. I really don't care by this point, what with it being my second to last day and all, so awkward jokes are made about how I'm not doing a great job. Still don't care.
Get back in at around 12:15, Mark asks if I can stay late, I half lie and say I can't because family is coming tonight (in reality they were coming at 1 and I was going to bail on them to go to the gym anyway). Mark takes Sam off his 12:48 loop to put me on so I can get in sooner. And WOW, the golf in the group made me want to kill. 5 hours out there. It should be around four hours for 18 holes. No one slowing us down. Keep in mind the gym closes at 9 and I'd like to work out for an hour and a half and still need about an hour to eat and so forth, so the prospect of finishing at 6 doesn't thrill me. It kills me. (Get it?) Let me take you through some of the tomfoolery in this round of golf. Everybody hits their drives. One goes onto another hole's fairway, but is the shortest drive, meaning that person would in theory hit first. But that's just a theory. Because it takes time to get over to that hole (like if another group is on the hole and they have to get out of the way). So the other three guys who are on the right hole would arrive at their balls first. They can hit. No reason not to. Yea, they don't. They don't check the distance. They don't get their club ready. They just stand there, looking at the one dude waiting to hit his ball from the other fairway. So when OtherFairway hits his ball, I look back and no one has hit yet. And there are other groups behind us waiting now! So what do we do??? We let them play through us so we don't HOLD THEM UP. Not play faster, no. This shit happened so many times. Halfway through the round I just gave up and stopped watching where the balls we going. *Oh, yea, you're ball should be up ahead in the rough.* *It's back there? Hm, weird.* Just didn't care.
And it's supposed to rain tomorrow, meaning likely no golf outing (which is funny because this was the rescheduled date when it got rained out a few weeks back). So today could very well have been my last day. Before my first round fell apart, I realized how there was a good chance it would be my last time carrying two golf bags around. The weather was nice, the round was easy, I wasn't tired. And as much as I complain about it, there are times when I'm not exhausted or sweaty or hungry or feeling depleted when I actually like the job. Seven years is a long time to work in one place and there are some nice enough people there. Not many I work with I mean, but a lot of the members. And John's a good guy. Yells a lot, but he's calmed down with me and somehow thinks of me as one of the guys he can count on. So yea, it's weird to leave right as I move into that position, and while it's comfortable, it would have been more comfortable a couple years ago. Now it's just a little too late, what with all the irritation of that place. Still, this year was easier than most. Can you tell I'm a) thinking out loud and b) doing so for the first time? I think my point is that I'm not going to really miss working at the place, but there are times and people that I'm going to regret not being a part of anymore. And because of that, I'll think that I miss it. Then all I have to do is remember the early wake up and long hours and lack of food and the havoc it wreaked on my working out and I'll probably feel pretty good about not being back there.
And with that said, I wonder what the odds are that I'll end up back there next year. Hopefully not good.
I didn't mean for this to be the entire post, but it took a while and I kept adding to what I wanted to say and now it's 12:30. These focused entries always come out of nowhere. Bastards.
Contrary to popular belief, what happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas. You have herpes. |
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