| Maybe I'm crazy... |
[Aug. 13th, 2006|06:16 am] |
Up, up the ziggurat, lickety-split. And yet I still can't shake the summertime blues. School's doing well, money is OK. Friends are there, and yet...
It's been three years. THREE YEARS.
Is it a problem with me? Really? I can't talk to women. I don't know how to fix that.
Can't buy me love.
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 25th, 2006|12:56 am] |
Holy crap I did a helluva lot today. And by today I mean yesterday.
Yeah, I said it. Whatever, I'm on Eastern Time. (or is it Samoan time?)
( Over the last 24 hours: ) |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 21st, 2006|02:30 am] |
Dear Diary,
Today I peed on Holt Renfrew. After, I felt empty inside. |
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| Debate Debacle |
[Jan. 9th, 2006|07:44 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Metric - Monster Hospital | ] |
Let's boil down the debate:
Harper pretty much looked like a child molester with his REALLY fake smile and bowl haircut, and Jack Layton said that he can please Canada better even with a smaller caucus.
Martin looked flustered in the first half, but pulled it together in time to drop a promise to fix the gaping hole in the charter that should've been fixed already and fight with Duceppe.
Layton had one message track, so I can boil down everything he said in two hours in, like, one line, "NDP! Social programs. We did what we're supposed to! Don't forget us!"
And Duceppe was just French, as he generally is, coming off as the least fake just because he can't. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 30th, 2005|03:14 am] |
Well, now that I have Sunday off for sure....
July 31st and August 1st - Accompany Alex on a wide or not so wide range of birthday events, bring him presents, and drink copious or not so copious amounts of booze.
Planned Events:
Drinking and video games in the evening
Various Athletic Out-trips during the afternoons
Sleeping, movie watching, and breakfasts in the mornings
Hopefully most of you will be able to visit either one day or the other. I'm going to go out tomorrow and buy a reasonable amount of booze, and if attendance is poor I might even deign to organize a proper party later in the month (though I am loathe to do so). |
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[Jul. 26th, 2005|01:45 pm] |
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Whoah. The song Linger by the Cranberries is totally about "pull my finger". |
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| VIDEO TRANSMISSION STARDATE MAY 4TH2005 |
[May. 4th, 2005|03:32 am] |
| [ | music |
| | The sound of babies and old mothers weeping | ] |
Attention Intor-w3b:
I have transcended the need for written verbiage, and now bring you my thoughts and feelings via VIDEO TRANSMISSION:
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 12th, 2005|03:23 am] |
I'll probably make a nice full post later, but I want to get this down before I forget:
"You.... you..... FUCK the SHUT UP." - Rob Hausch
Edit: Also, watch this. |
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[Dec. 16th, 2004|05:00 pm] |
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"On the moon, nerds get their pants pulled down and they are spanked with Moonrocks." |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 11th, 2004|10:07 am] |
New cellphone, w00t! Same number as the old one, so gimme a call.
Today, I'm hopefully going to get a data kit for it. Hopefully by tonight I will have a fully functional BANANAPHONE! |
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| Blegh. |
[Sep. 4th, 2004|05:25 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  drunk | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Clipse - When's The Last Time | ] |
Her head's spinning and my head's spinning,
mine from juice and gin an'
her's from neck and chinnin'
I'm a winner, man. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 24th, 2004|11:37 pm] |
I really need to get my sleeping schedule back in order. And I really wish it would stop raining at work. And I really wish Final Fantasy Tactics Advance was a better game. Ugh.
Hey look! A Vancouver meme: Silk and Sushi.
Time to shower before work. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 16th, 2004|10:56 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Kansas - Dust in the Wind | ] |
I am so very tired.
It's not something sleep cures. I have no energy. My mind doesn't work the way I remember it working. I'm slow, drained at the source.
I am so very tired. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 31st, 2004|12:05 pm] |
There's a barbeque at for my birthday today at my house for anyone who wants to keep me company. Birthday Party on the 6th has been nixed for a number of reasons (Mike Levens couldn't make it, Parent's anniversary), and will be moved to Friday, August 13th with festivities continuing on to the 14th. (apologies to anyone I screwed over with that date change).
In other news, I am 21! WOOO! WOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOO! |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 13th, 2004|12:54 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  quixotic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jimmy Eat World - Hear You Me | ] |
I feel so disconnected. I guess it comes from a certain alienation I find in others these days. It comes from feeling like one of those lovably unique snowflakes, although sometimes I'm petulant enough to feel some superiority in my difference and other times I feel horribly defective.
I've been lacking a certain confidence these days which carries into my social life in a massive way.... I no longer feel important enough to interrupt the conversations of others, which leads me to listen impatiently while they blather on, interesting topic or not.
God-damn, I barely able to look someone in the eye these days.
I'm unemployed again, and quite willing to fill my calendar (for those who enjoy the company, I'm not quite at the point where I can't entertain myself on the off-day).
I'm loving my bicycle.
The dots never existed. |
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| Goodnight Gracie..... |
[May. 15th, 2004|03:49 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Puff Daddy - I Need A Girl Part 2 | ] |
The ebb and flow of time is a lot like writing a test : after spacing out for the first quarter or so, you realize that the clock is moving much faster than you are. I'm completely floored by my sudden realization that, yes, maybe I should be moving a little faster than full stop. The more I become a wrecked, strung-out hermit, the more productive I become, and that in itself leads to a scary conclusion. ( I forsee a name change.... perhaps Herman Toothrot).
The realization that I'm not a fun-loving irresponsible teenager came tonight when I was pondering how long I worked for the money I was spending frivolously, and envisioned a large ashen hole straight through my pocketbook. I guess, for the most part, I have become much lighter fare : an hors d'oeuvre instead of an entree (easily digested by the teeming wine-drinking masses). I rarely loosen my tight grip on my self-control, never becoming the charming buffoon most everyone knew me as before. In fact, my recent habits of vague overwork have kept me quite occupied and distracted from my usual obsessive-compulsive impulses (ring, ring).
Factual information about my life: Dishwashing sucks the big cock. Graduation ceremony on the 28th. I'm seeking some female companionship. Things are bad around me that aren't exactly affecting me in any way, shape or form.
I'm actually reluctant to post this. I've been quite happy these days to keep quite to myself and not rock the proverbial boat, (not that these are boat-rocking revelations, per ce), but I'm not quite sure if a massive dose of introversion and introspection is what I want or need (self-confidence be damned! I'm keeping my damn mouth shut.) All the peoples that I haven't seen a while should give me a ring-a-ding-ding, because I'm going batty talking to same few people all the time.
In conclusion, kiss the girl. The worst thing that will happen is a slap in the face. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 30th, 2004|03:59 pm] |
There is only one solution:
Backwards spinning neutrons.
I can't believe I still remember that. |
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