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|Wednesday, July 13th, 2005|
My mom woke us up an hour early for driver's ed. I kind of look forward to the lecture because it is interesting to see how Mr. Michels will once again avoid talking about driving at all and will instead use long-winded stories as weird metaphoric segues into actual class topics. That in itself takes at least 20 minutes. Then we will most likely watch part of an episode of some news show with a wierd name like 20/20. I will report in later.
|Tuesday, July 12th, 2005|
I was just practicing the guitar solos from Enrique Iglesias' song Bailamos when my left wrist started to hurt. I am really happy about probably getting carpal tunnel syndrome. My happiness about this is about equal to mine about having my driver's license disappear yesterday (hours after getting it and putting it down on the coffee table, not expecting it to go anywhere) without me having done anything to it. This is obviously my fault, so I can't wait to waste $20 that I will never have on getting a replacement. When I think about it, this is bad, but not nearly as bad as having to throw away $400 a year ago for nothing. This seems like a generic thing to say in an online journal, but I will say it anyway in hope that you think that I am being super ironic. "My life has been pretty bad." My friends will laugh at this if they ever see it because it has the phrase "my life" in it.
|Monday, July 11th, 2005|
Today was very boring.
|Sunday, July 10th, 2005|
Last night, I went to the Marsh home for a dinner. Chris and I had already eaten prior to this because we are monsters, and I think Travis may have also. The two chefs, Danielle Marsh and Jess Kott, along with a voluntary third chef, Sir Thomas SaltMAN, "whipped up" an odd array of wonders designed to increase one's mass and energy. They included, but were possibly not limited to: butternut squash, pineapple-fried rice, iced tea, cream soda, hamburgers that did not appear to be cooked fully and had mysterious sauce on them (!), and a combination of crepes and eggrolls, each one filled with something different. I GOT THE PEANUT BUTTER ONE. I LOVE MY LUCK. There was also an electric guitar circulating around the kitchen. Unfortunately, there was no distortion. After some time, we moved and I migrated into her bedroom, which was about as messy as this one, but twice as large, whatever that means. There were paintings of hers all over the place and all sorts of wild things, but one thing in particular caught my eye. There was a collage of Connor Oberst on the wall! There was a collage of Conor Oberst on the wall! I was eventually given a white sweater vest, a YMCA of Greater Houston polo shirt, and a black N*Sync t-shirt.
I carry it like a burden and hold it like a grudge and wear it like a skin, when you don't let JRK grab the mic, it's a sin.
Aloha means goodbye, too.
Strange...the bird comment was typed after the other one. This is out of order.
Maybe another sleepless night won't hurt me.
THE BIRDS STARTED CHIRPING FOUR MINUTES AGO. THIS IS SICK.
Danielle Marsh gave me an N* Sync t-shirt.
|Friday, July 8th, 2005|
I sat here all day. It rained. I wanted to record the sound of rain falling so I could compile a song with it in tribute to Kevin Costner (WATERWORLD...get it?!), but I couldn't find a tape. I played the game DINO CRISIS for two hours today. I just went out and got ice cream with PAT KEEFFE. It was kind of exciting. Someone across the street from me called out my name. I looked over to him (and someone else) but couldn't tell who it was, so I waved and stared for a long time and then walked away down the street.
|Thursday, July 7th, 2005|
Megan called about two hours ago and wasted her money letting me hear Violent Femmes playing "Prove My Love" and "Kiss Off"(?). She deserves Star Points not only for willingly wasting her time and money (and therefore, power) for me, but also broadcasting it to me through her cell phone, which made it all extremely distorted for most of the time. Most people would see this as a loss for both sides, but I don't at all. I want to bake you LEMON SQUARES. I think that was the highlight of the summer for me so far.
I should try to go to sleep now.
Current Music: nothing...just a loud fan
|Wednesday, July 6th, 2005|
Driver's Ed is funny. My "simulator" did not work today, not that it matters if you do anything anyway. You sit in this weird, fake car seat with a dashboard and stick shift and all of that and pretend to drive along to a video projected onto a screen that has "B DUB" written on it in dramatic red letters. The thing is, the car in the video goes so slowly, there is no chance that your motions could accurately reflect the ones on screen. The camera angles also change sometimes, so it is impossible to pretend that you are driving from the first person. Also, it is from the 70s, so there are random green lines that go up and down the screen sometimes. In addition to all of this, it is narrated and hosted by a hip black man. I wonder what he is doing now and if he thinks of the product that I saw this morning. I also drove for about an hour today, all over the place. I even passed by my house and THE STATION. Apparently, Sam Stewart is in the car with me, but he came late today, so I had the full hour. My instructor is a "twentysomething" man who probably wears cologne and is cooler and better at operating motorvehicles and getting girls to kiss him than me. He told me his name when I first saw him, but I forgot what it was. All I remembered after he told me that was the nickname that he told me to use instead, which is Mr. Why. I am not joking. He said the following to me "(something) who, what, when, where, how, WHY" in some kind of attempt to explain his name, but I didn't 'catch' it. Oh well. Maybe he knows my name. The only problem I had with him was that it would take him a while to tell me what direction he wanted me in. This got to its worst when I arrived at an intersection and the light immediately turned green. He didn't tell me where to turn, so I had to do an awkward maneuver that caused one car to honk at me. Despite this, I really did fine, and he told me that I was "pretty damn good for someone who's only driven three times before."
Later today, my mom continued her tradition of not knocking before entering my room only when I am completely naked. I apologize if this note I left behind online conjured any kind of horror in you, especially if you own a Volkswagen. When she walked in, it looked like I was in the middle of some kind of demonic sexual ritual. Surely, you can guess how absolutely wonderful this has been for me. The last few hours have been intense, maybe. This is only one small thing. I think I can say that my life circumstances have been so unbelievably bad recently that they are almost funny in a really, really sick way. When these things happen to you, they are atrocities, so it is kind of weird to see someone else laughing along with it. In a way, it's a display of pity, which is good, but is not as good as Stage Two Sympathy or Stage Three Empathy/Involved Sympathy. I don't really know what it is I'm writing about now. Sometimes I am not sure if I am thinking about my own experiences or those that I perceive to be in others, but I find myself thinking about them often. There has to be someone out there who is deriving unusual amounts of pleasure from reading these types of things. Now that I consider it, if you are one of them, please leave a message.
Now, I sit here while Megan is out seeing some lame jam bands that are very popular out west and the creepy members of Violent Femmes with crack girl. Then she may see Weezer and The Pixies tomorrow. This is very distressing to me that she is going to be in the presence of Frank Black without me. She may hear him say "hey been trying to meet you must be a devil between us or horns in my head whores in my bed but hey where have you been if you go I will surely die we're chained ugh says the man to the lady ooh says the lady to the man she adores and the whores like a choir ugh ugh all night and Mary aint you tired of this ugh yes no the sound that the mother makes when the baby breaks we're chained chaiaiaianed" SCREECH and I won't be there! I think I will cry now.
Current Music: el scorcho 37 5(0R(|-|0
|Tuesday, July 5th, 2005|
I haven't slept in a day or showered in two, and I think I should care more. Do you think I should care more?
I have listened to this CD Forever Again almost six times in the past 24 hours.
Current Music: Eric's Trip- My Chest Is Empty
|Monday, July 4th, 2005|
If apathy and lethargy are cool, then consider me Miles Davis.
Current Mood: Distant, Lethergic as hell
Current Music: "spiral" playlist
|Thursday, June 30th, 2005|
I was just at the Department of Motorvehices for four hours. I had been gone from 12-6.
|Wednesday, June 29th, 2005|
blah blah- what can I do?
[ ] I am bisexual or homosexual
[x] I've consumed alcohol (not an excessive amount, like one glass at the most because I am not cool)
[ ] I've run away from home
[x] I have lied to my parents about where I am.
[x] I used to collect comic books. (well, not really, but I have some and I get them sometimes)
[x] I shut others out when I'm depressed.
[ ] I open up to others easily. (It is hard to "open up" when people are scared of you)
[x] I am keeping a secret from the world (Well, I don't announce everything I think)
[x] I watch the news. (I usually watch the news by accident)
[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs. (Well, I have had six different rap CDs on the computer....two Jurassic 5, two Public Enemy, one 50 CENT, and Dr. Octagon)
[x] I own an iPod or MP3,MP3 cd player (I have to bring it to the Apple store tomorrow...hopefully I can)
[ ] I own something from Hot Topic
[ ] I love Disney Movies.
[x] I am a sucker for hair/eyes- WHAT DOES THIS MEAN (It means that hair and eyes are features that you pay attention to in POTENTIAL MATES, maybe)
[x] I don't kill bugs.
[x] I curse regularly. (I usually don't at all, but now I do it for irony sometimes)
[x] I paid for that cell phone ring. (I paid for an R Kelly ring tone before I realized that I could set it as ragtime music like Scott Joplin's THE ENTERTAINER)
[ ] I am a sports fanatic.
[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.
[ ] I've slipped out an "lol" in a real conversation.
[ ] I love Spam.
[x] I cook well. (Unfortunately, I don't cook often, but I am sure I will cook well if I do...I hear that people will want to kiss me more if I cook well)
[x] I would wear pajamas to school. (Unfortunately, people would think that I was acting "anti-establishment" if I did)
[ ] I own something from Abercrombie.
[ ] I have a job. (My job is to rock your soul, but I don't have a "real" job...I also make music for no profit)
[ ] I love Martha Stewart.
[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS (as a joke)
[.] I am self conscious. (I think it is hard not to be, as much as I hate the thought of it. I have fears.)
[x] I like to laugh.
[ ] I smoke occasionally. (However, I am attracted to cigars because they look funny and are phallic)
[x] I loved Perks of Being a Wallflower. (Well, it was all right
[x] I loved Go Ask Alice. (She gives me all or some of my tips)
[x] I have cough drops when I'm not sick. (I have been addicted to menthol-cherry Halls drops before)
[x] I can't swallow pills. (I can, but it takes me an embarrassingly long time to do, and I need a lot of water)
[ ]I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.
[ ] I eat fast food weekly.
[ ] I have many scars.
[X] I believe in ghosts. (yes)
[ ] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room
[x] I am really ticklish. (No one has dared to tickle me in a long time...I think I miss it)
[ ] I love white chocolate.
[ ] I bite my nails.
[x] I am comfortable with being me.
[x] I play video games. (I used to...I don't really anymore because new games are too commercial and soulless, but I know a lot about them, and I play Tetris every day)
[x] I'm a pimp (I may have been told this before, but in any case, I still respect the ladies)
[ ] I'm engaged.
[x] gotten lost in my own city.
[ ] seen a shooting star. (I think I was the one who missed it) (I always miss things like those)
[x] Been to any other countries besides the United States (Canada is it)
[ ] Had a serious Surgery.
[ ] Gone out in public in your pajamas (I don't think so)
[ ] Kissed a Stranger
[x] Hugged a stranger (wow, I don't think I have hugged anyone except my parents in the past 9 months or so)
[ ] Been in a fist fight (I kicked someone once...ummm, I would like to test out a flying kick on a tool)
[ ] Been arrested.
[ ] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator. (can you believe the things I haven't done)
[ ] Made out in an elevator (DAMN IT)
[x] Swore at your parents (I usually apologize quickly)
[ ]hit a guy where it hurts (By accident. I am very sorry about it.)
[ ] Been to a casino Las Vegas
[ ] Been skydiving
[ ] Broken a bone
[ ] Skipped school (there is no way to get away with it here)
[x] Flashed someone (I think I have done the equivalent when I was 5 or something, but nothing inspiring...once in 3rd grade art class, some disgusting black girl flashed me randomly...I just kind of laughed and was bored...that is about as cool as I have been)
[x] Saw a therapist (yes, and her daughter is such a slut, I bet she even slept with me)
[ ] Done a split (nearly, but due to anatomy, cool things like that are painful)
[x] Played spin the bottle (it was so lame...I gave an intentionally lame kiss, too...not like I could do an "awesome" one, but at least it got everyone angry with me)
[ ] Gotten stitches (I don't do anything)
[ ] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour (I don't like milk)
[x] Bitten someone
[ ] Been to Niagara Falls
[ ]Gotten the chicken pox (I think I avoided it/them)
[x]Kissed a member of the same sex (I can't think of specifics, but I must have)
[ ] Crashed into a friend's car
[ ] Been to Japan
[x] Ridden in a taxi
[ ] Shoplifted
[ ] Been fired
[x] Stole something from your job. (PAPERCLIPS, PAPER)
[ ] Gone on a blind date (that would be a disaster that I could write about)
[x] Lied to a friend
[ ] Had a crush on a teacher (no, but we would listen to Van Halen's "Hot For Teacher" in Gran's class)
[ ] Celebrated mardigras in New Orleans
[ ] Been to Europe
[ ] Slept with a co-worker (I suppose this is always a possibility)
[ ] Been married
[ ] Gotten divorced
[ ] Had children
[x] Saw someone dying
[ ] Been to Africa
[ ] Driven over 400 miles in one daiye (good god)
[x] Been to Canada
[ ] Been to Mexico
[x] Been on a plane
[x]Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show (I don't think I actually saw it all...shhhh)
[ ] Thrown up in a bar
[x] Eaten Sushi california roll
[ ] Been snowboarding
[ ] Been Skiing
[ ] Met someone in person from the internet. (do you want to go on a voyage to meet Mewd one day?)
[ ] Been to a motocross show
[ ] Lost a child
[ ] Gone to college
[ ] Graduated college
[ ] Done hard drugs
[ ]Taken painkillers
[ ] Given a lapdance.
[ ] Had someone cheat on you.
[x] Miss someone right now
That was unbelievably fun.
|Thursday, June 23rd, 2005|
I have not slept in two days.
|Monday, June 20th, 2005|
Today, Chris was here and then Travis suddenly walked in with a TaylorSharon. They were lying around on my bed and they had a Whopper that was apparently "free" in a brown bag. The strangeness of the situation made tears stream down my cheeks all day. It hasn't stopped, and I even listened to The Cure's album Disintegration for over an hour. Oh god, what is wrong with me?
|Sunday, June 19th, 2005|
I shouldn't get up so late every day. I feel like hell. I have to go to brunch soon. I hate brunch.
|Thursday, June 16th, 2005|
Right now, I'm enjoying the song Sissyneck by Beck a lot.