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[19 Jun 2008|03:18pm] |
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Hector moved out without really discussing it with anyone in the house besides Chuck and he may or may not have paid the last two months rent. Chuck claims that Hector "dealt with it" before he left, but I just shot an e-mail to the landlady to find out if that's true. Also, if Hector was really the one who stole a bunch of money then the police fucked up by taking so long. LOL, CPD.
I'm also going to LA next Tuesday to pick up Galen's dad's ashes so the city doesn't deal with them himself. It's going to be an interesting, morbidly themed road trip.
Chase is mad at me because I wouldn't take his shift at Dream like I was considering doing. He offered me a cumulative $50 worth of things but I still wouldn't do it. The reason being that when the landlady had carpet installed some of the doors, including my room door and closet door, didn't have enough clearance to allow the doors room to be in the frames so I had to get Tim to cut them down because he's moving out today and last night was the last night he could do it. Now read that last sentence in one breath. I think the trade off was worth it.
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[29 May 2008|03:58am] |
I'm listening to their album My Space stuff but, frankly, Ladytron is 100 times better live.
http://www.myspace.com/ladytron
Runaway was epic.
That's all.
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[01 May 2008|04:32pm] |
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I feel like everything just collapsed all at once and all I can do is try and pull the pieces back together into some kind of livable life before it gets worse. That's probably a little melodramatic, but I was completely blindsided by all the things that have happened in the last couple of weeks. It's not like anyone got arrested or died, but if that were the case at least it would be a "shit happens" situation and not this drawn out, tenuous, tumultuous mess that you can't just move on from because it's the beat that your life is driven by at the moment.
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[16 Apr 2008|03:59pm] |
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I'm pretty sure the amount of money I owe has surpassed the amount that my soul is worth when translated into monetary value.
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[15 Apr 2008|09:25pm] |
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I have a new roommate named Hector. He is black and from L.A. He has a very large television and the upstairs smells like weed and there's a hella bro bro guy hanging out with him in his room. He seems really nice but he's a very different element from Pablo. I miss Pablo already.
I also owe the government more money than they're giving me. That's stupid.
Someone left a new sweater in my room and it fits perrrrrfectly. It's everything I could've dreamed of and more but I don't know where it came from.
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[15 Apr 2008|02:19am] |
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[28 Mar 2008|04:50am] |
There are two possibilities. Either A) I have a ladybug infestation or B) I have phereomones that attract ladybugs. I've seen some in my house now and a couple have been crawling on me. Although ladybugs are terrific insects that I've had no problem with in the past, there's something vaguely disturbing about the idea of your house overrun with them.
I read about them a little bit, and apparently some superstitions think that if one lands on you or if one flies into your room it's considered good luck and if you kill one it's considered bad luck. It should follow, then, that I'm the luckiest motherfucker to walk the earth. Also, some species can be household pests because they "overwinter", whatever that means.
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[27 Mar 2008|04:34am] |
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For those who haven't seen it yet.
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[19 Mar 2008|04:49am] |
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I NOW HAVE A COMPUTER THAT FUCKING WORKS AFTER 8 MONTHS
FUCK
I swear to God, I'm just going to listen to music for days and feel connected. I've felt so disconnected for so long. The internet isn't an addiction for me, it's an essential body part. A working computer is like reattaching my left arm.
Time for a L.U.
I'm going to Burning Man and Sasquatch and apparently I'm tentatively the band manager of Hooray! Hooray! now. When I told Conner that I wouldn't know the first thing about managing a band he said to do what the girl in School of Rock did and read up on it and to research what Led Zeppelin's manager was like.
Nicole's friend Justine is staying at the house until Thursday. She's kind of a bitter cunt but I think she's starting to get a little nicer. I think she was just uncomfortable in the Sandy Vagina. I have some Olympians staying at the house tomorrow night so we'll probs make a fire and melt more glass. We now have a successful glass sculpture in the trophy case thanks to Conner. However, also thanks to Conner, The Bone Yard is now full of broken glass.
On the 27th I'm going to Seabound and Iris with Chase, which I'm shitting my pants over but I'm pretty sure that me and Chase are the only two people I know who would be excited about that. I mean like so excited that I've lost all bowel control and I'm spraying shit out of my ass like a geiser, kind of like Spencer when he sees aliens. Also, Colony 5 is playing on May 6th which elicits a slightly less excited response, but still amazing nonetheless.
A computer means that I can finally enact my long-planned and impatiently awaited GOTH-INDUSTRIAL SUNDAY at American Dream Pizza. This is where I can finally blow all my clout and load up the CD changer at work with whiny, narcissistic, incomprehensible electronic music that my co-workers, churchgoers, and local teenagers can't possibly enjoy. BADAMN!!!
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[28 Feb 2008|10:16am] |
The Cure is playing at Sasquatch this year.
Mangasm.
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| JUST CHILLAXIN WITH GREGOR SAMSA |
[31 Dec 2007|08:46am] |
I was sleeping in my bed and I kind of sleepily started brushing something away that was bugging my neck and face, like a blanket corner or a hand or something. But it wasn't a blanket corner or a hand. It was a bug that was several inches long crawling all over my neck and face while I was sleeping. That was about an hour ago at 7:30-ish and I'm never going to sleep again. It was buzzing like nothing I've ever heard and it was horrible, like something born from the deepest pits of hell where air no longer reaches and Satan's creations exist off of methane spewing up from deep within the earth. This one evolved to live above ground.
Aaron stayed over last night and I knocked on the door and told him to come out. He said "I like bugs. I need sleep." and went back in to the devil's lair.
On a vaguely related note, my free will astrology horoscope for this week says:
The Greek philosopher Aristotle said that when new facts and ideas emerge, we should be willing to coin fresh words to convey the unfamiliar information. Do you agree? If so, be ready to dream up a steady stream of new terms in 2008. I bet you'll encounter more novelty than you have since 1996. Dead language and stale cliches won't be sufficient to wrestle the meaning out of your unprecedented experiences. To jump-start your receptivity to made-up words, try this one: freakomancy. It refers to the art of divining the future by noticing the most unusual and anomalous elements present in any given situation.
By this logic, 2008 will be marked by a plague of locusts and my word for this is BUGFUCKED Also, I went outside to chill out and smoke a cigarette and a really big woman that lives across the street slipped on the ice and fell down. If you laughed at that you're a horrible person but congratulations, you're human.
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[07 Dec 2007|10:01am] |
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HAHAHA I'M DONE. FUCK YOU, SCHOOL. At least until next term and my one science class. I'm tired.
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[06 Dec 2007|11:06pm] |
"And at some point you might find that you actually know the foreign minister of another country rather well, because you had played beer pong with them or have had mutual experiences way back when."
-- Helle Dale, the Deputy Director of the Heritage Institute
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[05 Dec 2007|02:17am] |
There's a hole in the sky, through which things can fly.
God creates dinosaurs.
God destroys dinosaurs.
God creates Man.
Man destroys God.
Man creates dinosaurs.
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Dinosaurs eat man.
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| I don't love anyone. No, I just want my fun. I'm a happy man, yes I'm a happy man. |
[22 Oct 2007|11:57pm] |
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BUKKAKE.
I'M GETTING FUCKED FROM ALL ANGLES.
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[13 Oct 2007|09:12pm] |
Patrick: Am I the only one who's tried to move things with his mind?
Me: I have. I think most guys have.
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Patrick: I'm going to do push-ups now.
Me: Do you want to have a push-up contest?
Patrick: Do you want to do them against each other?
Me: You mean like high-fiving a lot?
Patrick: No, we'd be connected the whole time.
Me: This is what we do.
Nicole: Because you're men?
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[13 Oct 2007|08:04pm] |
There's a girl Patrick likes in Portland. He sent her a text saying "How are you doing?" and she responded with "pretty well. You?" Then I convinced him to send her a message saying "Seeing is believing, baby. Take it from me." and she stopped responding.
Another potential relationship thwarted. Success.
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[03 Oct 2007|04:53pm] |
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"As Seoul wires up broadband to every house, Bangalore builds business parks and China lays millions of miles of roads and raises state-of-the-art regional airports, California is raising the community college fees for the children of Mexican immigrants trying to move up the value-added ladder in order to cut the car tax for SUVs that guzzle gas. That is disinvestment, not investment."
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[05 Sep 2007|02:32am] |
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I was walking home tonight by Cobblestone Square and this guy was punching a car full of girls at the intersection. One of the girls got out and started yelling at him and following him. I was walking across the street and stopped to ask the girl in the driver's seat of the car what happened. She babbled something about him taking a cab to their house and following them to a bar because it's her birthday. I told her she should call the cops and that her friend shouldn't be following the guy. I walked away and about half a block away I looked back and four cop cars sped towards where I just was.
Thank God the students are back.
Walking home reminded me of Burning Man, music playing from all directions coming out of open windows. Except instead of shitty techno it was shitty hip-hop.
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| My beer told me to puke on my girlfriend. |
[17 Aug 2007|10:43pm] |
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San Francisco has been the most awesome time of my life. I'll do a brain dump when I get back, but all it's been is seeing amazing things, being with amazing people, eating amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing food, and alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.
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