Posted by Unknown Tuesday, March 24, 2009 at 19:17
Posted by Unknown Sunday, March 22, 2009 at 23:08
Before I start, don't be nitpicky about my comments on certain behaviors and religion. Just don't.
23 March 2009
"Stream of Consciousness"
It's 10:53pm. Sometimes when I sit alone in this dark room, three and a half hours from home, my mind becomes fixated on subtle details of the atmosphere. Wow, the night just keeps getting colder and colder. Word from home is that this week is going to have some more of those winter temperatures that everyone fucking hates. I don't know what I should be doing right now, my presentation due Wednesday isn't started yet and I've yet to decide on something to compare to "Everything is Illuminated".
Oh shit, Russ just came back. Fucking bastard. Nah, never mind. I don't have anything bad to say about him, best roommate I could ask for, too bad he's going to be an R.A. next year.
The first half of this week is going to be fucked. I still have to learn those two songs for Marimba Band, write the comp-lit and psych papers, and study for Tuesday's psych exam. This would be a lot easier if I'd been to class in the last few weeks. The shitty thing about this situation is that I have no reason to miss class aside from being tired. I get tired, then I get stressed, then I don't sleep, then I do sleep, then I miss class, then I get more stressed. This cycle is as rough as the continuous pressures within life can become. Well, not really. I can't wait to start getting bills for rent and utilities. Stay in college as long as possible, good plan.
How the fuck did I get so fat? I guess I've always been fat. I wish that my parents would have bothered to make me eat healthy as a kid so that it wouldn't be so hard to turn my bad habits around now. Can't really blame them, my Dad tried so hard to get me into baseball, If I had stuck with any one thing during the course of my childhood, I probably would have A: Talent, and B: Exercise. It seems that everyone these days has shitty parents that are all fucked up, plagued by emotional baggage and divorce. I was never beaten, discouraged (for the most part, my mom was a bitch at times but I never took her too seriously when she was negative), or neglected. Maybe this is all an only child thing. I found out today that my county is #24th skinniest county in the U.S. That bullshit makes me feel even more like shit. It's like everyone around me caught on, but I had some kind of dysfunction that made me not see what was happening to my body. Oh well, fuck it, at least I'm not a cutter. Could be bulimic I guess. (not true, only girls and a small number of boys have eating disorders)
Holy shit, why is my life so good? I bitch about this crap to myself all the time, but when I put my life under the microscope there is nothing really wrong with me except that I'm fat and lazy. CHRISTIANITY COULD HAVE FIXED ALL OF THIS!!! If I had believed all my life that being a lazy slob would send me to hell maybe I would be fit and have a longer life ahead of me. I just accidentally justified religion. Awesome!
Posted by Unknown Monday, March 16, 2009 at 21:41
MARK and Meghan went to North Carolina to pick out a house.
I wish them luck.
I went to Carolina once with Robert Gallagher and his family, Rachael Colby came with us which is a coincidence because for years she has lived next to Julie. I don't know if that is a coincidence, but her dog's name is Luke.
My camera is awesome, Julie is in the process of stealing it from me. I bought an 8gb SDHC card at BestBuy for $30 and a nice SwissArmy case for $7 at Marshalls. The card has a fairly high transfer speed which helps more than I thought it would.
Yesterday Julie and I woke up at 5:55am and started to landscape her "front yard." I say "" because she didn't previously have a front yard. In front of Julie's house there was previously a 6ft wall thorns and small ugly shrubs; now there's nothing except the dirt and stone tiers that were visible years ago. She trimmed her bush so that it looks like a square. It's nice.
Battery is almost out.
Posted by Unknown Saturday, March 14, 2009 at 01:30
LAN room LAN.
On another note, I couldn't get the tonto blade smith and wesson so I opted for the bayonet which I would rather have anyway. As I sit here drinking a cherry slushy I wonder why the human race moves, and I answer myself, why not? At least we have gravity!
Inturruption spelled wrong!
THE WRONG MOUNTAIN DEW WON!!!
I'm so pissed that this blog is done. Fuck you Neil!
Posted by Unknown Friday, March 13, 2009 at 12:27
Just got off the phone with Ryan Beluk, he goes to community college now. So much for bassoon. Hees cooking!
Posted by Unknown Thursday, March 12, 2009 at 08:12
Well, me and Russ haven't slept yet. Starting at around 5am we watched Rambo, the new Rambo.
Quick movie review:
Lots of gore
recurring theme of rape and genocide
rice patty races with land mines
5 minute long .50 cal zipperhead exploding action scene
riverboats are dangerous, thats why john kerry never got on one
I leave you for now with this picture.
Fare thee well!
I bought this....
Posted by Unknown Wednesday, March 11, 2009 at 23:13
Hotdogs and Beans tomorrow! Everyone come, nobody forget.
Mike Mirto's surprise party in Southwest at 8pm. (Hopefully he doesn't read my blog.)
Busy night, but there's no Marimba Band so I'm in the clear.
Today was a great day, I wore a fucking t-shirt.
I am eating a "gut buster" from Green-O sub shop. (Chicken, bacon, ranch, honey mustard.)
George Foreman Grills (Cleaned it today, shit's ready for hotdogs tomorrow.)
Sick metronome I found. Makes practicing go a lot smoother.
Power supply came in, none of my components were fried, processor and ram are overclocked.
No (tech)class on Friday!
No new episode of LOST today. I was pumped to see Elaine and Kaylee and eat cookie dough ice cream. Shit is fucked!
Still behind in my work. Shit.
Drop the "n" bomb!
Now playing: Bright Eyes - Antoher Travelin' Song
Posted by Unknown at 12:57
The first step in the 12 step program is "Admitting you have a problem."
What of the other 11 steps? "God"
My roommate insists that I'm addicted to technology. What are your opinions?
Here's what I've invested in lately:
Posted by Unknown at 12:38
Posted by Unknown Thursday, March 5, 2009 at 21:52
Tonight is Thursday, and you know what that means!
1AM, technically Friday, the Jim and Russ special in 234 Baker
Come with $2 cash, and you can get two hot dogs and a cup of beans!
So, we get a lot of questions about why exactly we do this on Thursday. "Who is awake at 1AM Thursday night?" There was a good amount of thought that went into this business venture. That's a lie, we were actually just cooking hot dogs and beans in our room on the George Foreman grill and other people wanted to get in on it. Last week, we completely sold out, so were increasing the output of our operation. I have moved the grill to the kitchen, and gotten bigger amounts of beans.
What does this mean for Me and Russ? Simple answer is Profit. (Wings $$$)
When the seasons change, we plan on moving the whole thing outside and maybe even having live music.
I would like to share this acronym with you. The problem with that is that it's not really an acronym, rather just catchy alliteration.
Prior Planning Prevents Piss-Poor Performance
Fare thee well...
Posted by Unknown at 03:44
Not quite as funny, but thirty times as odd...
Posted by Unknown at 02:59
I'm going to talk real quickly about what's "good", and what's "not good".....
First off. Tim Kelly and Matt Good went to California without me. I am fucking pissed. Jealousy is only one of many emotions that I am experiencing.
Check out Matt's Blawg for pictures. *hype*
2nd shittiest thing.
New power supply is on it's way.
I bought a Canon 790IS because I keep losing shitty cameras. I found codes to get $18 off purchase price and free shipping, so it was quite a steal for 10mp.
This summer, it looks like I'm going to be working with Neil at Camp Farley in Sandwich off of 130. He keeps reminding me that he is going to be above me. Maybe he's nervous that I'll try a hostile takeover of arts and crafts.... [probably not]
Well, I'm tired.... and also [quite] FUKT, so bed it is.
My roommate is an asshole.