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| Wednesday, August 30th, 2006 |
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In case you haven't heard the word, I'm now in college at Willamette University in Salem, Oregon. It's pretty sweet, I'll be the first to admit. I live in probably the greatest hall known to campus, potentially man, with a roommate I couldn't be happier with if I picked him myself. Classes today, my first two, have been great. Salem is a small sort-of-dull town but it's cute and has a pretty interesting mix of junk so I'm content. I've got to go to class but hey, send your postcards or lovehate mail or undergarments or whatever to me sometime. 900 State Street Box D226 Salem, OR 97301 Also I've got a bitchin' landline that's (503) 373-3255 and it's way cool to hear that thing ring so if you ever feel the need. That sentence is done. Much college love, guys! |
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| Wednesday, March 15th, 2006 |
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So, yeah! Now that I am essentially a cripple (of forms) I can do things like waste time online! Really, I don't think it is a waste of time, I just, until lately, had no time. I've either been in New York with family affairs or so busy working that people around me started to explode. I exaggerate only the slightest when I say this; I was working a lot. Speaking of work, it seems like I have known, and continue to know, more people that work at Landmark Theatres than I do people that don't. That's, of course, not true, but the fact that it almost feels true is unnerving. I'm not even talking about the people that I work with, because obviously they work there. Point is: When did Landmark start hiring everyone I know? Anyway. Since it has been such a long time since I've said anything, there's a lot to say. Most of it, however, is inconsequential or flat up boring. Consider yourself spared. One thing of interest, though, is the most recent exciting thing to happen to me. I was in the hospital for a while! Currently: Recovering. Recovering is boring because I had what I've decided to call petit Guillain Barre syndrome, because I was not paralyzed for very long. By the way, Guillain Barre is an auto-immune disease where one is paralyzed for a while because one's immune system fucks itself with it's fist. However, I had two spinal taps in the hospital which left me with holes in my spine which give me spinal headaches. I have never had a headache in my life until this week and I get stuck with these. The headaches are so much fun that what goes on in your head and nervous system is good enough for your whole body, so the rest of you gets to lie in bed for most of the day. When your body tries to do something fun like standing or walking of most things that are not lying down, your body overloads and kills your head. The moral of the story is, I'm pretty okay. I have had sort of a LJ nostalgia thing going on lately, and really, I miss you guys. You guys are great! If this were the Academy Awards (which I MISSED! damnit) I'd be thanking you all by your catchy names, some with numbers at the end. Be prepared for Chris overloads! I hope your color scheme for me is good, because those colors will get old fast. |
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| Friday, October 21st, 2005 |
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Went to crappy show at crappy venue (Slim's). Watched crappy band, danced crappily. Saw Elijah Wood, realized crappy headlining band was his girlfriend's. Talked briefly with Elijah Wood about the crap. Left after the crap was finished. And the moral of the story is an unorthodox one: turns out his girlfriend's band didn't crap! |
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| Monday, September 26th, 2005 |
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Fasion, but at what cost? That pretty much taps me for the day. I thought it would be clever (a couple of weeks ago) to have, like, a daily (too much?) three or two word sentence that was good. I would also post it. I decided against it. Purr! Purr! |
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| Saturday, July 23rd, 2005 |
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| Friday, July 8th, 2005 |
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So a few days ago I was driving along the road when I came to a red light. The car in front of me was, in fact, in front of me, so I was stopped with my rear end somewhat close-ish to a parked car. You will soon discover the importance of this. As time went by sitting at the red light, another car (a Ford Explorer, to be precise) came up behind me with it's right-turn signal on. There was plenty of room for it to go between my car and the parked car to my right, so I continued to sit and wait. The car behind me does very little in the moving department, and suddenly the driver must have thought it a good idea to die on it's horn, because that's what he did. I pointed to the excessive space between myself and the car "in his way", but he appeared to want me to hit the car in front of me to make it absolutely without-a-doubt possible for him to curb in and make his right turn. Eventually, the light turned green, and I saw the driver of the Explorer much closer. He, the driver, was probably in a ballpark of 400 pounds. The first thought that came to my head, and it did, really, really fast, was, "Well, they're probably not used to squeezing by anyways..." I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON!one!!?1?!! |
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| Thursday, June 23rd, 2005 |
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So there are two important items covered in todays Stockholders bi-Monthly-ish Meeting. First, I have a job at a photo lab. Not only a photo lab, but the best photo lab in the area. And to all you believers, no, Looking Glass isn't as good as Montclair Photo. Not by a long shot. The employees at Looking Glass know about as much about photography as I do the depths of my anus. Take that with what you will, but I'm insinuating they don't know much. You might have drawn other conclusions... Secondly, and I saved it for second because there are two of them (there's two of them!!!), is ( this ) |
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| Thursday, May 19th, 2005 |
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All I'm gonna say is... ... the film melted halfway through. |
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| Thursday, April 21st, 2005 |
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Wait did he say he did? No I said I did not! You said you did! What was that? You asked if I now own all three seasons of Aqua Teen Hunger Force currently availible to the mass public? Well, yes, I do. Subtext - I also have a pretty, new stereo (the comma indicates that here, pretty is an adjective, not an adverb), the wood speakers match the light wood on my dressers. Ain't that hot stuff? ... 'CAUSE YOU DID!! |
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| Friday, April 1st, 2005 |
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It's a sad day in America. Mitch Hedberg, 1970-something to today. I don't know. He was 37. But he's dead. Sad! |
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| Thursday, March 3rd, 2005 |
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Does anyone remember the name of that bitchin' ass dinosaur show that was on when we were kids? It was the family of dinosaurs; the mother was a brontosaurus or something (her head was always in through the window) and the father was a fat T-rex with a red, plaid t-shirt, and they had three kids, two teenagers and a baby in a diaper. They had some kind of puppet-esque thing goin' on, no matter what my brother says. They weren't fucking animated, I swear on my life. But that show was goddamned great, and if anyone can remember the name of that goddamned great show, there's a place in heaven for your requerdo-ing soul. |
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| Saturday, November 6th, 2004 |
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Replacement Keyboard with stand to hold it's ridiculous weight - $1,300 New Drum Kit with custom cymbals - $1,400 Cleaning out your basement filled with shit and putting down a new floor after a fire just occurred in it - priceless. Some things you can get by making a deal with your parents, for everything else, there's lots of manual labor that doesn't pay jack shit. |
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| Thursday, October 14th, 2004 |
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10 dead Raccoons on the side of the road 1 car accident (noting that it was a pretty bad one) In my approximation, once that 10th raccoon is hit... CAR ACCIDENT!!! And there's a guy singing Italian opera in the house behind me. |
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| Tuesday, October 5th, 2004 |
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This is such a terrible debate. Edwards is just hopping on everything Kerry said, with a little room for improvisation, and Cheney is just lying. Not so great, not so great. Why, why must it be this way? WHY??!! |
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| Thursday, September 2nd, 2004 |
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Yeeeah... so Maggie and Ben are here. ... and everyone else is at camp. I'm laughin'. |
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| Tuesday, June 29th, 2004 |
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So... I'm going to France. Any o' you crazy mutha's want a postcard? Two, maybe? I might even be able to do three, my writin's just about that good, sons. But I have no address book in my immediate findings, and I'm leaving in two hours. So e-mail me. Or leave it here. But if any you tells the boss 'bout what I says to ya... Wait. Wrong commercial. But leave me your address and I'll write diddly ite ya. |
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| Saturday, June 12th, 2004 |
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Hey kids, it's that time again. Except that this has never happened before, so the "again" has been disqualified from the contest. live @ the Oakland Metro!! in Jack London Square!! All you Bay Area people, come to the show. It starts at 8, doors open at 7, my first band (Two Timers) are on at 9 and the really hot, kickin' band (Phat Lip) is on at 10. Really. Phat Lip is great. Come. It's 80's and it's jumpin'-er than a fucking frog on Atkins, man. Unfortunately, the fine print says something about $10 tickets. HOWEVER!!! It's going to a really good cause, which is these three charities each group has picked out. And you get to see three bands. Double whammy. Really, it's a cintuple whammy is you think about it. So come. Come!! |
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| Sunday, May 23rd, 2004 |
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Wow. Talk about feeling good about something but realizing how depressing that something is to begin with. The Two Timers (my blues band) played a benefit for a group of mentally disabled people. It felt really good to be contributing to this cause, but jesus. After about 10 minutes being around all of these people, I felt horrible. Horrible! They were ruled by the delicious crab, I'll tell you what. I couldn't take it after a while, but I had to stick around a bit. But really, I don't recommend doing something like that and spending any excess amount of time at said event. My dad is also extremely insincere and two-faced. I think that that's funny, but it also makes me mad. Stupid! I went to kFOG KaBOOM (notice the selective capitolization) last night with Kyle, Allie... wait, I won't list everyone. But take my word that they were (and remain) all good people. So we were there, and so were bands and stuff, like Train (ick), who actually did an extremely accurate portrayal of Led Zeppelin. Too bad the rest of their set was horrendous. The fireworks show was kickin', and lots of stuff that's green was made into smoke and consumed, which probably made the fireworks show seem a bit longer than it was. Which was nice. Fireworks shows are too short. Finals are this week. I've been a sort of stupidity and put off any effort into them for the past... until now. Which is stupid, but, at least I don't have too many classes. Actually, one final is already done. Unfortunately, there is another final in that class that isn't done. C'est la vie. I really like this Allie kid. I say it offhandly like that because I'm pretending to be cool and simultaneously psuedo-mocking people that say that. Hipsters are funny. Not in a 'I'm-going-to-laugh-at-them-all-because-t I took photos, too. Rather, ones that I like. And would want to waste time printing myself. You can expect to see them whether you wish it or not relatively soon. |
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| Sunday, April 18th, 2004 |
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| Wednesday, April 7th, 2004 |
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| Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004 |
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My dad's new client, Berkeley Pediatric, has this really great website. Unfortunately, had is probably the best word for it, because they didn't pay the domain after a certain time, and now... Well, here's the URL. I'll let you draw your own conclusions. Me? I blame the pudding pops. http://www.bpaberkeley.com |
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| Sunday, March 14th, 2004 |
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Busy weekend. Wonderful undertoning feeling of not knowing what to do. Chocolate chip cookie dough of the Ben & Jerry's persuation just isn't what it used to be. Is this solely me, or am I on to something here? ( just to pass the time ) |
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| Saturday, March 6th, 2004 |
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Go Ben. You're reasonably old now, I suppose. I don't want to give you too much credit, though, you know? But no. Wise beyond your (our?) years. |
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| Wednesday, March 3rd, 2004 |
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I need help. Sort of. Opinions is more like it! Yes. Opinions. So, I got this slide class, and the assignment I made up was different ways to capture motion, or present motion that was not otherwise there. Sounds like fun, right? It's not. I realized this while shooting the assignments the other day. Oh well. Still doing them. So what I need your peoples help with, is which of these four photos represent motion the best. My scanner made them a little tighter than they actually are, so the composition is a little funny, but I don't care about that right now. Just motion. Focus on the motion. Then focus on the leaving me comments. Or e-mail. Because you love me. Oh yes you do. Don't sass back with me! ( insert clever lj-cut text here ) |
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| Saturday, February 28th, 2004 |
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A - Age : 17 B - Band listening to right now: Radiohead C - Career future: Male prostitution. Or female prostitution. It's up in the air right now. D - Dad's name: John. My life is filled with originality. E - Easiest person to talk to: Hmmm. Jessica. And Ben. Allie, Kyle, and Maggie's easy, too. My dad? F - Favourite song (current): Again. It keeps repeating. Lou Reed - Walk on the Wild Side G - Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: It's all about the worms. You know this. H - Hometown: Oakland-o. ...kland. I - Instruments: Piano. And guitar. And bass. And a little drums. More just precussion, but what the hell? Hmm. Digeridoo, too, I'm getting better at it. Different keyboard stuff. Like... making beats. Mixing things. And... the trumpet soon! K - Kids: I have twelve right now, but if I can get another three with another woman, that would be great. L - Longest car ride ever: Without stopping with the exception of, say, fast food? Probably around 24 hours. Across the country in... 14 days. God. M - Mom's name: Christina. Or Tina. Again. Originality. N - No. of people you slept with: 2, but only one counts. That reads incredibly stupidly, but I refuse to change it. P - Phobia[s]: Feet. Not so much that I'm afraid, but simply that they are fucking odd things. Q - Favourite Quote: Ohhh. This has got to be my favorite question there ever was. Which works, too, because question begins with a 'Q' as well! Wow! So let's see... Probably: Bjork: Yeah? Do you like salmon or trout? Space Ghost pounds on desk: You know what? It doesn't matter, because I love you so much! Bjork: Yeah? Space Ghost: That you should go to sleep. Because that's what it means to love a woman so much. R - Reason to smile: People. In general. Most of the time. S - Song you sang last: El Tango de Roxanne off of Moulin Rouge T - Time you wake up: 9-ish. Sometimes 10-ish. I need more sleep. Because I don't want to sacrifice 2am phone calls. More like 3am phone calls. U - Unknown fact about me: I never shave? My hairline is receeding? I have a can of Shinola? I love old Italian films? People know these things about me. I'm a book. And it's open. Like an open book. V - Vegetable you hate: Carrots. Cannot stand them. Will not stand for them. W - Worst habit: I cannot tell a story straight through. I get sidetracked while talking. Thus, I talk too much. X - X-rays you've had: On my teeth. Dentists are fools. Y - Yummy food: Tofu. Anything I make is always better because I made it. Z - Zodiac sign: Popcorn. Or Barleycorn. Or... hardcore porn? I... I don't know. It's not funny any more. |
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| Sunday, February 22nd, 2004 |
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Oh. Jesus. I am so horrifyingly smitten it's amazing. So you remember Allie? The wonderful girl down the road who's father happens to be my bassist? Well, I've been crazy about her for as long as I can remember, but always said 'that's too wrong, dating your bassists daughter'. Now, after spending the best-ever weekend with her and a few others at her place, I've realized that, no, not really, it's not all that wrong. Unfortunately, I didn't kiss her until I was just leaving, which is horrible, because I had about 30+ hours to do it before then. But so yes, in any case, she's painfully great. And wow, what's this? Chris might be getting into an actual relationship with someone he's actually wanted for a long time and wow. Amazing! I'm ecstatic, actually. ( all the cool kids are doing it ) And this e-mail I got, then sent, and recieved word from, owns everything ever. Behind cuts, of course. ( behind cuts'd! ) And then the kids were frightened. I think I've done enough damage for one week. p.s. I also picked up some Neil Young, some Lou Reed, and some Albert King this weekend. Anyone who wants to reconfirm what fabulous taste in music I have, they can. Because it needs to be said. Repeatedly. |
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| Saturday, February 7th, 2004 |
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It's finally over. God. It took a whole goddamned year, but it's over forever with Elise and me. I wish I could say differently, but the whole thing was probably my biggest mistake ever. I always thought I'd die never having said that. I don't even know why I'm posting this. |
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| Monday, January 12th, 2004 |
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I'm back, in navy blue. 'S right, sporting my new Homestar sweatshirt. It's the greatest. New York was wonderful, aside from getting my wallet stolen (Maggie Levin, you jinxed me!) with the $90 in it. An extreme bummer, as my account was overdrawn somewhere around $60. Anyways... Had great pizza, saw Maggie for hours that entered into the double digits, met some new people, talked to some cabbies, and breathed the New York air. Mmmm. So good and so clean, clean. The flight attendant was also excruciatingly cute on the flight to JFK. Tall, thin, red hair, green eyes, really big smile; she looked like a stewardess, pretty much, should look. She liked the PJ pants I was wearing. She touched my leg and I almost evacuated plane. Good stuff. In more recent news, I talked to Jess on the phone last night for nearly 8 hours. I most definately have a tumor inside my skull, which is a small price to pay for such obscene conversation. Jess and I are the rulers of the planet, because we rule. Classes start on Thursday, and I will admit, I'm reasonably jittery. 10 units, man. The two most challenging photo courses they offer at Laney, ColorLab0C, Slide Art & Composition0B, and then I have French to top it off. I don't even have a camera! The claims people really need to mail me back, otherwise the beginning of the semester is going to be painfully shakey. When I started this post, it was 5:55. I think that's worthy of mention. The numbers on electronic clocks when it's 1:11AM look frightening. That's definately worth mentioning. |
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| Thursday, January 1st, 2004 |
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Off to New York. The cab's waiting to drive us to the day-poe. Yay airplanes. Hope you all had an awesome New Years Eve, 'cause mine, alongside with my birthday, rocked. Now I go, and I'll see Maggie. Other people, too, but mostly Maggie. And Jim. He's cool, too. |
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| Saturday, December 27th, 2003 |
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Damn, that nearly gave me a heart attack... Anyways. Just for the record... the haul. Still waiting for birthday presents... can't wait for Wednesday, man. 17. It's a reasonably big number. No major achievement, but no minor feat, either. I'm somewhat proud. Ha ha! I fooled you again! Tonight you sleep on the lawn with the other single-celled organisms! |
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| Tuesday, December 2nd, 2003 |
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I'm getting reasonably tired of people having a predilection towards stealing my shit. Last time: concert tickets, time before: a backpack full of used film and school whatnot's, time before that: CD player, time before that: mp3 player, and couple of jackets here and there. This time: my brand new camera. I'm pretty pissed off, but, unfortunately, I'm used to it, so I'm not as mad as I would probably otherwise be. But honestly, it's about $1,000 worth of camera supplies (my tripod was stolen, too) and someone opened the door to my house and took it. Now how am I supposed to finish this semester, with no camera and only a handful of slides to turn in? I still have about four assignments left to turn in. I always am most upset that someone could actually have such little regard for someone else and what the object they took could mean to them. I mean, face value, sure, that's nice and all, but sentimental value really takes the cake. I fucking loved that camera. It was gorgeous, it felt perfect, I've been more than happy with every photo that's come out of it, and it was a really special gift. Some people get cars when they graduate, I got a camera. I like my present better. I'm going to start up a Chris's-Camera-Got-Stolen-And-He-Needs-A-N Bah. Gonna go try and cry me up a camera. At least Tricina will know what I'm talkin' about. Hell yeah! |
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| Tuesday, November 25th, 2003 |
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Okay folks, I just wrote this. I like it. It came to me while mowing the lawn. So I stopped doing that, went inside, and wrote this. I know I sound like a moron right now, but it's for added effect. I think. Tell me what ya think. Or else!!! basically untitled Deep in a damp, dank and altogether nasty cave, a small, balding man sighed an illustrious sigh. This is not to say the sigh was well-recieved on all corners of the globe, insofar as that he rather liked the sound of it himself. - Perhaps, he thought to himself, I could get out my tape recorder (his only possesion allowed to him in his confinement) and mimic that last sigh, ohhowitsoundedsowonderful. And so, he clammered around his quite-capable-of-being-clammered-around-i When he brought it out, he blew off all the would-be dust that would have collected on it's surface (had he ever given it a chance to do so), pressed the record button and began to sigh. - Siiigh..., he sighed into the tape recorder. - No, not quite the right accentuation. - Suh-hiiigh..., he again attempted, but was not satisfied. - Perhaps in another language, he suggested to himself. - Zing-hiiigh..., but still he was not appeased. - Humph, he grunted, what's the deal? This really shouldn't be all that difficult. I did the exact sigh not five minutes ago. - Shut the bloody shit up, A Two, or I'll zap you in the back of your neck!, proclaimed the small man's best friend in the whole world. - You don't want me to do that again, do ya? The small, balding man turned off his recorder, sighed his illustrious sigh, and thought, - Such conversation! Never anything this exciting ever said back at home, and continued to admire his not-quite-so-cheery buddy. The man's name, our ever-sighing man's name, is Gerald Dean. He did know how foolish his name sounded, and had always opted, since his days in highschool where he was so ridiculed for it, for a nickname. His first girlfriend, a ravishingly spoiled little bombshell, gave him his first nickname, and it stuck. His nickname was "A Two". |
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| Thursday, November 13th, 2003 |
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If any o' you kids have AOL (gags and dies), you should go to keyword: red carpet vip. Yeah, that's my sister, Cynthia. You should vote for her for this LotR shindig. It's kind of a big deal, 'cause she'd be at the world premiere in New Zealand, on the Red Carpet, and all. You know. Kinda cool. A little. So yeah! She's my sister. Do that. For me. And her. You know, 'cause you love me and all. And her. You'd love her, too, and all. |
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| Friday, October 31st, 2003 |
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Me: 1,000,000 The Little Kids I Chauffeured: 0 EVERYONE LOVED ME AND HATED THE LITTLE KIDS!!! I got all the comments, compliments, and 'you look cute's and the kids got nothin'. I rock so hard it's blowing my mind a little bit. People usually love little people, and despise the taller ones. I am so awesome, and The Mad Hatter comes out on top. Some people have Southern accents, and those are hot. Norah has a Southern accent. Norah is a severe hottie. |
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| Wednesday, October 15th, 2003 |
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Texas Chain Saw Masacre was horrificly bad. Punch Drunk Love left me confused, but I enjoyed it immensely. What's up with people posting stupid things because everyone else posts them? This amazes me, as it is a phenomenon that continues to grow. On a completely unrelated note *cough* I missed 'Coming Out Day'. .... intentionally.... |
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| Tuesday, October 7th, 2003 |
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Well, I'm decidedly depressed. That stupid fucking cuntrag (excuse my horrific language, I cannot find other words) fucked her goddamn x-boyfriend again. Yes. Again. Normally I would not be depressed, but, the again. I'd like to not be depressed, just extremely pissed off, but there is a bit of attachment. Oh goddamn well. I'm leaving this public so everyone, yes, everyone on the planet reads my journal for I am a perfect human being, can see what a wretched person Elise Mahan is. |
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| Friday, October 3rd, 2003 |
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Top says, I am a jackass, I am pretending to be Top even though Top is no longer Top. Comprende? Hee hee. He's going to kill me now. |
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| Wednesday, October 1st, 2003 |
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Now, this is a crappy scan of a negative, which will, hopefully, be printed soon. But man, do I like it. It was taken at Chicago City Limits in New York. They put on a great show. Give them your money and go see them if you're, umm... in the neighborhood. Yay Maggie. ( yeah.... yeah ) |
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| Thursday, September 25th, 2003 |
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Radiohead was great. Being home's not. Wish I had a date. But won't let it get me distraught. |
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