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hey, all. you may have noticed that i haven't updated this thing in ever. let's be honest; i've basically outgrown it. i'm officially retiring my livejournal. thanks for reading my calamities for the past five-odd years. if anyone really wants to keep track of me that badly, i'll be taking over a music blog at www.staringatasphalt.com , and you can dig me up on myspace as well @ www.myspace.com/womenandchildrenlast .
thanks, guys.
- mike
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| Time: | 4:20 am. |
| Mood: | wistful. |
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we played a show in west philly tonight. shit went off so hard my grandkids are gonna walk funny.
i then left the stage, broke down our stuff, got in the van, and rode to work.
how great the former was just made the latter seem that much worse by comparison.
i need to quit work and go on tour immediately.
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ATTN: anyone who will be attending the bamboozle this weekend -
go to the dream makers mp3 stage at 2:40 on saturday. throw things at the band veda skyes. they are dicks.
thank you.
- mike
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| Time: | 2:49 pm. |
| Mood: |  hungry. | | Music: | at the drive-in - "invalid litter dept.". |
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i really want to quit my job and play music for a living. fuck.
i get to go with kitty later today to get another cat. how much i like it depends on how dog-like it acts.
when i am king, pollen will be outlawed. plants will have to reproduce sexually. things will be disgusting when i am king.
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Thursday, April 27th, 2006
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| Time: | 4:21 pm. |
| Mood: | BIG WORD SO PEOPLE LIKE ME!. | | Music: | atreyu came up on itunes shuffle. i didn't change it.. |
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i thought i had something to say today, but it turns out i was wrong. clean up the kitchen, practice the setlist for tomorrow, then prolly jack off seven or eight times before work.
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Tuesday, April 25th, 2006
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| Time: | 4:41 pm. |
| Mood: |  cheerful. | | Music: | bear vs. shark - "campfire". |
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my house looks like a bomb went off. between my mess and steve packing to move, there's not actually any room to do anything. fuck it; i'll survive another month.
for the record, i'll be moving once again on memorial day weekend. same complex, new mailbox. also, when we move, kitty and i are getting cable internet access. this verizon dsl shit is for the birds. i want something that isn't going to drop the connection every time i pick up the phone or the wind gusts outside. as an added bonus, when we get cable, i get to once again indulge my secret love for the food network. and kitty can watch all the skinemax she wants.
i really hope this one girl at work takes a swing at me. that way, she gets fired, loses both her income and her tuition, and basically gets the life she deserves.
in other other news, i need to go food shopping pretty badly. pizza's here.
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Wednesday, April 19th, 2006
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| Time: | 5:29 am. |
| Mood: |  sore. | | Music: | thursday - "telegraph avenue kiss". |
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yo, go listen to the new thursday album on their myspace page. shit is tiiiiiiiiiiight.
tired. fuck off.
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Thursday, April 13th, 2006
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not much to report. i just felt like since it's been two weeks, i should post something.
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Saturday, April 1st, 2006
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two of my coworkers were led out of the building in handcuffs tonight. one of them was a supervisor who was ahead of me on the list to go driving. they were stealing (apparently) pharmaceuticals.
god, my life is interesting.
more recording tomorrow. go listen to my band if you haven't already. hans the double.
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Wednesday, March 29th, 2006
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i am legitimately scared that something terrible is going to happen to me at work within the next few days. i have my reasons for believing this. i love you all.
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Tuesday, March 28th, 2006
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| Time: | 8:58 pm. |
| Mood: | industrious. | | Music: | the receiving end of sirens - "this armistice". |
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i sucessfully built a bookcase today without injuring myself or doing any significant property damage (it did put a scuff in the floor, but so do most things). more and more testosterone courses through my veins on a daily basis.
we recorded stuff. go listen to it. turns out that justin (vocals/guitar) is dating a girl from the kingsway class of '04. coincidences are fun.
time to hate work.
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Wednesday, March 22nd, 2006
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why is it that i only ever remember the strangest dreams possible?
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Wednesday, March 15th, 2006
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| Time: | 4:10 am. |
| Mood: | see final line of post.. |
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conversation i had with pat milligan (sort manager [the guy who runs the building] at ups) earlier this evening:
me: "hey, pat, rick told me you wanted to see me about something?
pat: "you're interested in going ful-time driving?"
me: "yes, sir."
pat: "is your driving record clean?"
me: yeah. it's just about spotless."
pat: "can you drive a five-speed...manual transmission?"
me: "...i learned, but i haven't done it in a few years." THIS IS AN AWFUL LIE AND I AM GOING TO BURN FOR IT.
pat: "well, if need be, we can stay after the sort for an hour or two a night, go out back to the yard and i'll teach you."
me: "well, thank you very much."
pat: "the one thing i have to tell you is, y'know, if you go out driving...you can't come back into the hub. that's it if you don't make it..."
me: "i know. it's all or nothing."
pat: "...i'm pretty sure you won't have any problem, though."
me: "thank you kindly, sir."
pat: "now, this is just a preliminary thing. i've seen this happen in a week and i've seen it happen...nine months from now. if the opportunity arises, we'll discuss it more."
me: "definitely. thank you, thank you."
fuck. yes.
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| Time: | 4:20 am. |
| Mood: | cheerful. | | Music: | a cutie patootie muttering in her sleep. |
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overrated band of the week: men, women & children. come on, glassjaw. i know darryl is off banging every sparrow-tattooed broad on long island in between bouts of explosive diarrhea, but he's the only member of your band that's in head automatica. no need to get a high school dance-rock band to cover their songs.
underrated band of the week: tears for fears. "shout" may be one of the best singles of the 1980's. GET INTO IT.
really underrated band of the week: hans the double. we're thinking about becoming a starship cover band. we built this city, bitches.
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Wednesday, March 8th, 2006
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| Time: | 5:15 am. |
| Mood: |  tired. | | Music: | brighten - "ready when you are". |
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cheesesteak flavored potato chips.
the world has stopped making sense.
happy birthday, luka$. time to shatter edge.
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i know the buddyhead dudes are kinda annoying and pretentious and from los angeles, but if you didn't read their best and worst albums of 2005 yet, you are not smart. yes, it's blatantly homophobic/misogynistic/otherwise offensive to 87% of the english-speaking world, but it's also fucking hilarious. a sample:
Depeche Mode - Playing the Angel
In 2005, Gahan and company scored the perfect soundtrack for the entire gay population to gyrate to while snorting blow laced with cum out of the bloated beefhole of some dude named Lance (“personal trainer” by day, “inspector of manholes” by night) and then wrap up the evening by playing “flesh pretzel”. “Playing The Angel” being their strongest effort in well over a decade, The Mode are back to buttfuck all that newcomer poser retro eighties crap people get all Teen Magazine hot flash-moist vagina on. This shit slays all that fashion core, hipster, disco-beat bullshit you listen to while you hang out on Myspace filling out Q&A’s that slyly signal your love of getting gang banged by dudes with bad swoosh over haircuts and ironic mustaches.
go read the rest here. then read the past few years' lists. you'll need about an hour to go through all four. don't fucking argue with me.
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Saturday, March 4th, 2006
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hey, all you assholes that fucking brought the drama to lukas' birthday jawn: get shot. no one wants to deal with your juvenile horseshit.
note: just in case he thinks i'm talking about him, the above statement does not apply to scotty spinkick. hope you tore that shit up, brah.
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| Time: | 2:31 am. |
| Mood: |  sick. | | Music: | death cab - "information travels faster". |
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i'm in one of those moods where i reevaluate every moment of my life to this point. i'm really not sure how i didn't kill myself halfway through my sophomore year. because it was pretty much three years of straight hell before that point. things only got decent around my 17th birthday.
</angst>
fuck it. i get like this when i'm sick for more than 48 hours. hopefully all these vitamins and what not will work and i'll be (as) healthy (as usual) tomorrow morning.
i called out of work for the second straight day. of course, they have to pick the first day(s) i've missed since i got promoted to promote me again. when i get back on monday, i'm apparently going to be running an area. WHO THE FUCK WOULD PUT ME IN CHARGE OF TWENTY PEOPLE?!?!
by the way, i'm not supposed to know about that yet. shhhhhhhhhh.
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Sunday, February 26th, 2006
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in the minus column:
- sick as hell. will almost certainly get kitty sick for the first week of her new job.
in the plus column:
- bought an ampeg b-25. TUBES, BOYEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
- will probably be able to sell the yamaha for the same price i got it for three years ago.
- ray is a pretty good movie.
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Thursday, February 23rd, 2006
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Monday, February 20th, 2006
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| Time: | 3:39 pm. |
| Mood: |  cold. | | Music: | family guy on the telly. |
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i am officially a sell-out.
my new cell phone number is 856.745.2151. the house line still works, so you can call either.
NO TEXT MESSAGES. THEY ARE NOT FREE. IF YOU TEXT ME, YOU OWE ME A DIME. THANK YOU.
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Wednesday, February 15th, 2006
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| Time: | 7:24 pm. |
| Mood: | cheerful. | | Music: | ya mother ain't SHIT.. |
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note to self: putting the three coolest riffs you've ever written into the same song is not a guarantee that it will sound even remotely good as a whole.
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Tuesday, February 14th, 2006
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| Time: | 5:38 am. |
| Mood: | sleepy. |
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i have traced my desire to be a musician to the day that joe verrone made fun of me for actually putting effort into singing "bring him home" from les miserables in fourth grade music class.
one day, my tour van will pull into a gas station and he will squeegee my windshield.
and THAT is how i will define success.
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Friday, February 10th, 2006
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| Time: | 5:39 am. |
| Mood: | exhausted. | | Music: | brandtson - "dead animals". |
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http://www.mindmedia.com/brainworks/profiler
Auditory : 42%
Visual : 57%
Left : 55%
Right : 45%
You are somewhat left-hemisphere dominant and show a preference for visual learning, although not extreme in either characteristic. You probably tend to do most things in moderation, but not always.
Your left-hemisphere dominance implies that your learning style is organized and structured, detail oriented and logical. Your visual preference, though, has you seeking stimulation and multiple data. Such an outlook can overwhelm structure and logic and create an almost continuous state of uncertainty and agitation. You may well suffer a feeling of continually trying to "catch up" with yourself.
Your tendency to be organized and logical and attend to details is reasonably well-established which should afford you success regardless of your chosen field of endeavor. You can "size up" situations and take in information rapidly. However, you must then subject that data to being classified and organized which causes you to "lose touch" with the immediacy of the problem.
Your logical and methodical nature hamper you in this regard though in the long run it may work to your advantage since you "learn from experience" and can go through the process more rapidly on subsequent occasions.
You remain predominantly functional in your orientation and practical. Abstraction and theory are secondary to application. In keeping with this, you focus on details until they manifest themselves in a unique pattern and only then work with the "larger whole."
With regards to your career choices, you have a mentality that would be good as a scientist, coach, athlete, design consultant, or an engineering technician. You can "see where you want to go" and even be able to "tell yourself," but find that you are "fighting yourself" at the darndest times.
i put the word out at work that i want to wear the brown shorts if the opportunity presents itself. it's hard to jump from supervision to full-time driver, but apparently there will be a metric fuckton of positions opening up in the next year. now...who wants to help me learn to drive stick?
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Thursday, February 2nd, 2006
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| Time: | 4:44 pm. |
| Mood: | i have to pee. bad.. | | Music: | old man gloom - "something for the mrs.". |
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i'm officially in a band. we've completed two songs (minus vocals) thus far. this is promising.
add to that an awesome girlfriend and minimal financial burden, and i'm incredibly happy lately.
alex (one of the kids at work) gave me a bike yesterday. it needs some repairs, but it was fucking free, so whatever. he's a solid dude. check out his band if you're into nu-metal: flesh engine.
night off of work. going to watch the luminances rip the house down tonight. maybe other stuff later. who the fuck knows.
p.s. - mr. rob wilcox: i am not blowing you off, i'm just crazy busy lately. i'll hit you up (hopefully) early next week.
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Thursday, January 26th, 2006
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| Time: | 8:24 pm. |
| Mood: | optimistic. | | Music: | the french connection - "all up in the red". |
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when the fuck did i get old? i'm sitting here studying for work and listening to my itunes on shuffle. every song is making me either giddy (mc chris, the pixies, that one mae song i actually like) or making me think too hard (lusk, brmc, isis), which, as we've discovered, is never a good thing.
i'm about five seconds from quitting my job, going back to do deliveries at that printer's shop, and devoting every free second to music and writing. i've made the mistake of trying not to make mistakes. they're inevitable; now is the time to make them. i can still recover from the next few years and become an upstanding and productive member of society. i'm wasting my precious youth sitting here. other people my age are out right now, enjoying their lives. they're dancing and going to shows and sitting around drinking old diner coffee and picking apart things that deserve to be picked apart. i'm getting ready for work, hating my life. i'm less living than waiting to die. i could be out with my wonderful girlfriend, or one of the dozen or so amazing friends that i've been neglecting so badly the past few months.
it's been close to a year since my last great leap forward. i'm slowly learning to let them play out and see where it takes me. instinct is never wrong; i should stop thinking my 21 years of knowledge can outspar 50,000 of evolution.
and, of course, the mars volta comes up now and derails my train of thought.
i hope the evening finds you well. i send all of you my love.
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Wednesday, January 18th, 2006
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nool was right. drummers are nothing but trouble.
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Saturday, January 14th, 2006
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| Time: | 2:32 pm. |
| Mood: | exhausted. |
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PARNJ (URC 0799 or 0790)
070..4-7, 21, 28, 34-35, 39, 42-46, 54, 58, 68, 82
074..3, 5, 20-21, 24, 35, 40, 42, 44, 56-57, 65, 70, 74, 78, 80
075..11-12
078..34, 78
079..26-28, 32, 35-36, 40, 45, 50, 60-63, 76, 81-83
GAIMD (URC 2049, 2081)
208...30-42, 50, 54-55, 59-62, 71-86, 98-99
BBRNJ (URC 0789 or 0791)
070..16, 23, 27, 33, 41, 59-63, 69, 76, 78, 80-81, 83, 88, 90-92
079..1-2, 20-22, 24, 31, 33-34, 38-39, 46, 74, 77-80, 99
088..1-7, 9, 12, 21-22, 25, 27, 29, 33-36, 44-46, 48, 53-55, 58, 65, 67-70, 73-76, 80, 85-90, 96
FREMD (URC 2199, 2171)
217...01-10, 14-18, 23, 27, 37-38, 54-55, 57-59, 62, 64-65, 69-71, 73-78, 84, 87-88, 90-94, 97-98
HAGMD (URC 2179, 2170)
217...11-13, 19-22, 24-26, 28-36, 39-53, 56, 60-61, 63, 66-68, 72, 79-83, 85-86, 89, 95-96, 99
WV 254...ALL*
*with 2179 or 2170 URC
WASDC (URC 2000, 2019)
200...ALL
201...ALL
202...ALL
203...ALL
204...1-6, 8-99
205...ALL
207...43-49
...and that was my night.
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Friday, January 13th, 2006
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| Time: | 10:06 pm. |
| Mood: |  busy. |
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hey, remember when i used to update this? those were good times...
found music...people...in west philly. starting a band again (probably).
also working.
also also sleeping way too much.
time to go get my hands dirty.
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Thursday, December 29th, 2005
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| Time: | 2:28 pm. |
| Mood: | amused. | | Music: | atom + his package - "waiting room" (fugazi cover). |
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dear sarah,
please stop telling everyone that they are going to die.
love, mike.
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Tuesday, December 27th, 2005
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i've recently discovered that i have serious trouble recalling chronology. i tried to do a "best albums of 2005" list, and was horriffied to realise how far off i was on some of the release dates. CLEVER SEGUE GOES HERE.
musically, there seemed to be an upswing this year. great music is being released again, if you know where to look. at the top of that list is, of course, luminance, who are not only a great musical group, but people i'm thrilled to call my friends (except their bass player. he's a dick).
on a more personal level, this year started on perhaps the lowest note ever. i slept through the ball dropping this year. i had just left school, i was sleeping on my mother's floor, i had just "gotten out" of a three-and-a-half year relationship, and had nearly lost my closest friend. around the end of march, northboundfiftyfive, the one thing keeping me somewhat rational, broke up due to "creative differences" (read: jessy sucks and matt rules). i was basically a miserable prick, and i guess now is a good time to offer my sincerest apologies to anyone i offended or hurt in any way during the first three months of this year; not that this excuses anything, but i was not in a sound state of mind. please understand.
april brought a promotion at work. with the increase in my income, i was able to begin seriously discussing finding my own apartment with my brother (an incredible judge of character, and my strongest ally through everything for the past 20 years). we moved into our own apartment on june first; i turned 21 years old two weeks later. that very day, people started calling and asking me to buy them booze. i've politely declined every time and will continue to do so. there were a few casual relationships mid-year. this is how i found out that i have a strong distate for casual relationships. i have also learned from this to listen when steve says someone is a bad fit for me, or warns me that someone should not be in my life (THANKS, LOUD GIRL!).
i joined a ska band for about a month. that was an interesting experience, but one i'm glad that i had. visited canada for the first time in october as part of the luminance world tour. as lame as it sounds, the halloween purevolume reunion (and the random september excursion) was a great time. i'd shared so much with these people without having ever even heard their voices, so it seemed like i had known them for years the first time we met face-to-face. in fact, this year was a time of major change in my little circle of friends. it expanded a bit, but the quality is far more important than the quantity. i cut a lot of dead weight from my life, and i'm now able to discern my true friends from those who are just here to make things more interesting.
the second half of this year was good enough to make up for the first half. had that been all the major events in my life, i would still call 2005 a "good" year. however, on november 13, just as i was giving up on love, i met a girl. and she took my breath away, stole my heart, and about a dozen other lame-ass cliches meaning that i fell in love with her. our personalities mesh so well that i feel like i've known her since we were kids. because of kitty, every day has been better than the last. call me a hopeless romantic or an idiot or both. i don't care. she has, in six weeks, made this year the best i can remember, and i look forward to the next being even better.
how long's it been since i said that last bit, huh?
anyhow, with less than a week left in the year, i only have two resolutions, and they're more just goals than the usual "lose 10 pounds, be nicer to kids, stop cheating on my wife" thing. i want to finally finish a story and see it published, and i want to be either promoted or working somewhere other than UPS by the end of 2006.
cheers to all of you. hope you had/are still having a wonderful holiday, and i wish you joy and the best of luck for the new year.
we now return to your regularly scheduled rambling.
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Monday, December 12th, 2005
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| Time: | 3:02 am. |
| Mood: | tired. | | Music: | that i <3 huckabees theme that jon brion wrote. |
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my life is so weird. i love it. i need to ice skate with a beautiful girl much more often.
christmas shopping is nearing completion. so is my patience with work. so is the amount of food in the house.
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Friday, December 2nd, 2005
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| Time: | 4:20 pm. |
| Mood: | busy. | | Music: | thrice - "all that's left". |
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someday, i will actually finish something i start writing.
dishes, bank, work, death. in that order.
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Monday, November 28th, 2005
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if you want to feel awful about everything that has ever happened in your life, listen to ambient remixes of placebo songs.
if you want to feel great about your life, have a girlfriend that's as awesome as mine.
if you want to break even at the end of it all, be as bad with money as i am.
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Thursday, November 24th, 2005
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| Time: | 1:19 pm. |
| Mood: | cheerful. | | Music: | death cab - "the sound of settling". |
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i haven't made a christmas list in, like, ten years.
- a worthwhile thesaurus (not this little-ass webster i have)
- questionable content "sad guitar" shirt
- a decent discman (fuck all that ipod bullshit)
- a wallet of rational size.
- various novels. you guys know what sort of stuff i like. i'm also kinda still on my "i can't believe i never actually read that book in school" kick.
- any recorded music that a 14 year old girl would enjoy.
- any classic black and white movie. breakfast at tiffany's or casablanca sort of stuff.
- new bathrobe. the sleeve is about to rip off of mine and it hasn't hade a belt since i was in middle school.
also, homemade stuff is always nice. anyone who wants to put time and effort into a mixtape or a baked good or something of that nature will be greatly appreciated and reciprocated in kind.
i am also glad that i am not nearly as sick as i've been the past few days.
happy slaughtering people and eating stuff day.
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Monday, November 21st, 2005
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| Time: | 5:48 pm. |
| Mood: | pleased. | | Music: | massive attack - "a prayer for england". |
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aside from my house (and therefore my throat) being extremely dry, i am in the best mood i've been in all year.
saturday was the franklin institute (awesome science museum in philly) with kitty. got freaked out by slices of people. learned how much STUFF is in the universe. discovered that 11-year-old boys have a better vertical leap than i do. ran through a fifteen foot tall model of the human heart. after the museum, we walked down to south street to pick up roomie at work. we got there an hour early because i don't know how to tell time. dinner at the olive garden. the waiter gave us the best face ever. then, ice cream and harry potter. the movie gave me a serious empire strikes back vibe. we then sauntered back to the ladies' apartment, where much snugglin' occured. sunday, i brought down the property value of a high-rise in university city. got dressed up in the tightest pants ever and pretended to be a therapist for a skit for kitty's group project. went home, left my mother a disturbing message involving jail in north carolina. ate at a killer little thai restaurant in the ghetto a block down from the apartment. watched plan 9 from outer space, and was greatly pleased to learn that kitty and i find the exact same parts of it funy. more snugglin', then we parted. came home, went on a diner adventure with steve and sarah. french onion soup at 3 am should be required by law. got back to the house and promptly died.
i rule.
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