Monday, December 03, 2001
this is another journey though the random recesses of my mind....
i heard this dance mix for "slave 4 you" by britney spears. the song is still pretty bad, but the dance mix makes an infinite amount of sense compared to the original. this is mostly because the original makes absolutely no sense. it was interesting listening to them try to have a continuous beat throughout the song... it was pretty funny, in any case....
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i don't really have anything to complain about traffic-wise, it is kind of odd. traffic wasn't really that bad at all. i just kind of zoned out, and 40 minutes later ended up at work. i don't really remember driving. its kind of scary too...
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i am so tired. i didn't really sleep at all this weekend. i have been hungover like a mother fucker. i woke up at about 4:30 saturday morning with feeling hungover. tried to sleep, layed around watching tv as the pressure in my head just built, and built, and built. by about 10, it was too much to bear. at about 1, i finally heard bryan was up, and went and got some ibiprofin. felt better until about 7, went and got some tylinol. went to bed and watched movies until about 1, and tried to go to sleep, couldn't. got up and took a shower to try and help my headache, because bryan was asleep and all the headache medicine is in his room. felt a little better, watched tv until about 3. tried to go to sleep. took another shower about 7. waited for bryan to get up, about 12 or so went down and got more tylinol. watched tv all day, fell asleep about 9, woke up at various points in the night. lol, fucked, what a doozy of a hangover :) i don't think i have ever drank that much in one night, and i know i haven't done it without puking...
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i sent a letter to this guy who works at a company named Alerton today. apparently, he is the one who told my dad that they were hiring. hopefully he emails me back. i realllllly need to start building my resume. i hate building my resume...
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squirrels abound today. at work, there was a squirrel on this branch staring at us. it was wierd. wierd, because i thought squirrels were supposed to be gone. driving home from for lunch break, announcer dude says you can get tickets secret squirrel style. just noe on friends, there was this squirrel sitting there staring at phoebe. funny stuff. i wish i had a pet squirrel. in junior high, my nickname was Squirrelly. i have always secretly wanted to be a squirrel...
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http://www.input-entertainment.de/laser/laser.html
play this game. love this game. THIS GAME IS PHYSICALLY ADDICTING. i am on level 19. i thought level 18 was impossible. level 19 is the root of ALL EVIL. anyways, i got stuck on 8, 13, 18, and now 19. ouch, thinking about trying to play this is hurting my brain, again...
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females are quite perplexing. some people spend their time trying to figure them out. i have certain moments where i think i have something figured out, which sucks. i think it is more fun knowing absolutely at all. it makes things pretty interesting, i think. it gives me something to think about. about how i know absolutely nothing at all. things are funny. the things that entertain me are wierd. why do i care about what women are thinking? i mean really, does it really effect me THAT much? no, in fact, it doesn't. i guess the way i think of it, if i figure out the thought process of women, that means women can figure out my thought process. and i don't really want anyone to figure out my thought process...
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work sucks, i quit. i quit life. i mean really, why bother. i feel sometimes like i am floating around endlessly, and like i will be floating around endlessly. i don't think any career, any education, any.... well.... anything could bring me any sort of meaning. why do i really bother looking for meaning? well, there are these stupid times between weekends, known as the work week, where i can't drink, i can't stay up late, and i am exhausted that are here to remind me no matter how much we try, we can't simply enjoy life. life allways has shit that you will hate. you will never truely enjoy school, at least not as much as you enjoy sleeping. you will never enjoy work, at least not as much as you enjoy laying around in your underwear watching tv. you will never enjoy the shit you have to do, the stupid stuff that is vital to simple existance. because it is stuff you have to do, not stuff that you want to do. therefore, you can never truely enjoy life. you can enjoy parts of life, but you can never enjoy life as a whole. at least i can't...
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ok, back to understanding my thought process. sometimes, i do kind of wish there was a female who could understand my thought process. i mean, my male friends can understand what i am thinking. in high school, me and my friends spent all our time together. we were so tight, that we didn't have to finish sentances. it got to the point that we didn't even have to start sentances. we could almost have entire conversations without saying a word. it was wierd, we would sit around, and someone would start laughing, and everyone would know what they were laughing about. then, everyone would stop, and someone would start laughing again, and everyone else would start laughing. eventually, someone would say something that was completely off the original subject that brought about the original bout of laughter, and everyone knew what they were talking about, and we would be rolling around on the floor laughing. male friends understand. i guess that is why they call them girlfriends. then again, there is something entirely enjoyable about having people not knowing everything about me. any element of mystery i have is like an inside joke to myself. that is what makes this blog borderline rediculous at times, because it is in essence me trying to explain my though process to everyone...
...blip...
this weekend lacks a punchline, for me. usually, at the end of every weekend, there is a word or phrase i can say or think that will make me laugh. usually, by the time the next weekend rolls around, i have forgotten it, so the new one can take its place. i feel kind of empty...
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the world is out to plague my head with images of giant penises. ron jeremy was on the end this morning. last night, i watched bachelor party and there was that chippendales dancer. a few days ago, there was this E! true hollywood story on peter north. all of the sudden, media is filling my head with images of guys with freakish members. as if everyday life wasn't enough to make me feel inadequate...
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boston public is an incredible show. it is hilarious! ok, in the past few minutes, police have come to school to arrest some guy for statutory rape, there was an e-tard party on the stairway, someone stole this lady's fake arm, and stuck it on the cardboard stand up of the vice principal, so it looked like it was coming out of his ass. the thing was bending over. it was really funny. the dude looks like george w. bush. that makes it even more funny. some hot secretary is now mad at the principal for something. i don't really get it. hilarity...
...blip...bliiiiiipppppp...blooooooooopppppppppppp... (static)
i heard this dance mix for "slave 4 you" by britney spears. the song is still pretty bad, but the dance mix makes an infinite amount of sense compared to the original. this is mostly because the original makes absolutely no sense. it was interesting listening to them try to have a continuous beat throughout the song... it was pretty funny, in any case....
...blip...
i don't really have anything to complain about traffic-wise, it is kind of odd. traffic wasn't really that bad at all. i just kind of zoned out, and 40 minutes later ended up at work. i don't really remember driving. its kind of scary too...
...blip...
i am so tired. i didn't really sleep at all this weekend. i have been hungover like a mother fucker. i woke up at about 4:30 saturday morning with feeling hungover. tried to sleep, layed around watching tv as the pressure in my head just built, and built, and built. by about 10, it was too much to bear. at about 1, i finally heard bryan was up, and went and got some ibiprofin. felt better until about 7, went and got some tylinol. went to bed and watched movies until about 1, and tried to go to sleep, couldn't. got up and took a shower to try and help my headache, because bryan was asleep and all the headache medicine is in his room. felt a little better, watched tv until about 3. tried to go to sleep. took another shower about 7. waited for bryan to get up, about 12 or so went down and got more tylinol. watched tv all day, fell asleep about 9, woke up at various points in the night. lol, fucked, what a doozy of a hangover :) i don't think i have ever drank that much in one night, and i know i haven't done it without puking...
...blip...
i sent a letter to this guy who works at a company named Alerton today. apparently, he is the one who told my dad that they were hiring. hopefully he emails me back. i realllllly need to start building my resume. i hate building my resume...
...blip...
squirrels abound today. at work, there was a squirrel on this branch staring at us. it was wierd. wierd, because i thought squirrels were supposed to be gone. driving home from for lunch break, announcer dude says you can get tickets secret squirrel style. just noe on friends, there was this squirrel sitting there staring at phoebe. funny stuff. i wish i had a pet squirrel. in junior high, my nickname was Squirrelly. i have always secretly wanted to be a squirrel...
..blip...
http://www.input-entertainment.de/laser/laser.html
play this game. love this game. THIS GAME IS PHYSICALLY ADDICTING. i am on level 19. i thought level 18 was impossible. level 19 is the root of ALL EVIL. anyways, i got stuck on 8, 13, 18, and now 19. ouch, thinking about trying to play this is hurting my brain, again...
...blip...
females are quite perplexing. some people spend their time trying to figure them out. i have certain moments where i think i have something figured out, which sucks. i think it is more fun knowing absolutely at all. it makes things pretty interesting, i think. it gives me something to think about. about how i know absolutely nothing at all. things are funny. the things that entertain me are wierd. why do i care about what women are thinking? i mean really, does it really effect me THAT much? no, in fact, it doesn't. i guess the way i think of it, if i figure out the thought process of women, that means women can figure out my thought process. and i don't really want anyone to figure out my thought process...
...blip...
work sucks, i quit. i quit life. i mean really, why bother. i feel sometimes like i am floating around endlessly, and like i will be floating around endlessly. i don't think any career, any education, any.... well.... anything could bring me any sort of meaning. why do i really bother looking for meaning? well, there are these stupid times between weekends, known as the work week, where i can't drink, i can't stay up late, and i am exhausted that are here to remind me no matter how much we try, we can't simply enjoy life. life allways has shit that you will hate. you will never truely enjoy school, at least not as much as you enjoy sleeping. you will never enjoy work, at least not as much as you enjoy laying around in your underwear watching tv. you will never enjoy the shit you have to do, the stupid stuff that is vital to simple existance. because it is stuff you have to do, not stuff that you want to do. therefore, you can never truely enjoy life. you can enjoy parts of life, but you can never enjoy life as a whole. at least i can't...
...blip...
ok, back to understanding my thought process. sometimes, i do kind of wish there was a female who could understand my thought process. i mean, my male friends can understand what i am thinking. in high school, me and my friends spent all our time together. we were so tight, that we didn't have to finish sentances. it got to the point that we didn't even have to start sentances. we could almost have entire conversations without saying a word. it was wierd, we would sit around, and someone would start laughing, and everyone would know what they were laughing about. then, everyone would stop, and someone would start laughing again, and everyone else would start laughing. eventually, someone would say something that was completely off the original subject that brought about the original bout of laughter, and everyone knew what they were talking about, and we would be rolling around on the floor laughing. male friends understand. i guess that is why they call them girlfriends. then again, there is something entirely enjoyable about having people not knowing everything about me. any element of mystery i have is like an inside joke to myself. that is what makes this blog borderline rediculous at times, because it is in essence me trying to explain my though process to everyone...
...blip...
this weekend lacks a punchline, for me. usually, at the end of every weekend, there is a word or phrase i can say or think that will make me laugh. usually, by the time the next weekend rolls around, i have forgotten it, so the new one can take its place. i feel kind of empty...
...blip...
the world is out to plague my head with images of giant penises. ron jeremy was on the end this morning. last night, i watched bachelor party and there was that chippendales dancer. a few days ago, there was this E! true hollywood story on peter north. all of the sudden, media is filling my head with images of guys with freakish members. as if everyday life wasn't enough to make me feel inadequate...
...blip...
boston public is an incredible show. it is hilarious! ok, in the past few minutes, police have come to school to arrest some guy for statutory rape, there was an e-tard party on the stairway, someone stole this lady's fake arm, and stuck it on the cardboard stand up of the vice principal, so it looked like it was coming out of his ass. the thing was bending over. it was really funny. the dude looks like george w. bush. that makes it even more funny. some hot secretary is now mad at the principal for something. i don't really get it. hilarity...
...blip...bliiiiiipppppp...blooooooooopppppppppppp... (static)
