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I'm sorry, but your princess is in another castle. [28 Mar 2003|01:12am] [ mood | nintendo-riffic ] :: how nintendo are you? :: 2 Dead Robots| Heaven or Hell?

Post Hoc Ergo Propter Hoc [28 Mar 2003|12:59am] [ mood | okay ] [ music | Dilinger Escape Plan - Come to Daddy ] i love saying that... so i have been feeling utterly worthless the last couple of days, and a waste of space... nothing i can do seems to be right and I hate it when I am this way... all of the student loan paperwork that I was supposed to do i put off, thinking, oh well all I'll have to do is make some calls, and it'll be easy... well yeah, right... I sure fucked that up. So now i have about 5 places that I need to get out, asap, and i have no idea how to do any of it... so yeah, I'm fucked... debt, here i come! I haven't been in any type of writing mood lately, I have been in shitty moods truthfully... the only thing I did most of the last couple of days, was look for a job and then play dance dance revolution for 4 hours straight... I'm devising the ddrmax workout plan... we'll see how long that lasts... well, it'll last until i give the game and dance pad back to my neice, but that's just details... I'm in search of rifles at recess, and after school knife fight... anyone even heard of them let alone have any of their music? i dont understand how I can be interesting while talking to some people, and then feel like I'm boring even myself when talking to others... I wonder if it is just how i feed off people, or if I'm just a retard... another thing I have noticed is that I don't start conversations with people anymore... whether it be on AIM, the phone, real life... I wait until provoked to talk... I find this odd... wow, I am whiny... disregard anything said here... 1 Dead Robot| Heaven or Hell?

this entry brought to you by my good friend caffeine... [20 Mar 2003|11:47pm] [ mood | sleepy ] [ music | Me First and the Gimme Gimmes - Build me Up Buttercup ] so my neice has been sick for the last couple of days... throwing up and what have you... I told my sister she's becoming a raging bulimic at 9 years old, jokingly... so, my sister had to go to work eventually this week, so I opted in to watch her today... seemed like the uncle thing to do... however, I had to torture erin today, I had to make her do her homework, and get it all done... while I played dance dance revolution in front of her most of the time... then when she wanted to play her nsync music, I busted out some of the classics... Neil Diamond, Barry Manilow, Frank Sinatra, and the like... her britney spears, backstreet boys mentality was shattered to bits... staying home from school isn't supposed to be fun... but it still was, don't get me wrong... I was trying to get it out of her that she was faking it for the last 3 days, but she's either really convincing, or really sick... I asked her if all the girls were making fun of her, if she had a big test she didn't want to take, etc etc. all while the sweet musings of Sweet Caroline, my way and Mandy roared in the background... much to her hateful frowning and harrowing groans... unfortunately through all this fun, i did manage to be recruited to help put up sheetrock on sunday... um, yay? grr... my knees are those of 80 year olds... i swear... i cannot lock my knees without pain (today wasn't too bad). It is rather annoying... not to mention that i over compensate my knees with my back which makes it ache even more... grr... so my interview went perfect on monday (i forgot all about it til today talking to my brother in law)... they were straightforward and once again I was the first person interviewed... and they were bring in about 5-7 others and would then narrow it down to about half of that and then have second interviews... the job would be doing controls for hvac systems for buildings... it's not overly the most exciting thing in the world, but then again it pays well and not too much going to suck me in and make me able to never leave... which i feared at the place in new york, but I called them back and told them i couldn't make it... too much crap going on around it to go, plus it's really not what i want to do... i would go there for a perfect job, but not for what they wanted... even if the starting pay was 55-60k a year... but there was a 3+ year commitment... so go figure. I should have went for a masters degree or something... damn, but I have been looking into schools for (an)other degree(s)... still need money to do that... but night courses for an electrical engineering degree, and a manufacturing engineer degree... I'm just trying to figure out if it's better to have 2 bachelor degrees, or a masters... I don't know if there is an answer to this... I want a job in Maine... 6 Dead Robots| Heaven or Hell?

so, how goes the battle... [19 Mar 2003|03:45pm] [ mood | neutral ] [ music | Rasputina - Tourniquet ] a lot of people have been asking me what all my thoughts were on this "war" we're going to... I guess some people just value opinions, or at least they think they do... you tell them something other than what they want to hear and they're not on the offense trying to change your mind... well, that's not how I work... I value others opinions, value mine and move on... I would go to anti-war rallys... I would go to pro-war rallies, just for the fact that it gives the troops that are stationed over there the knowledge that people care for them... they are over there cause their duty calls... they're now in the hands of a handful of people... even if they don't believe in the cause it's still their war to fight... I hear people protesting on each side against the other... that's not how things are supposed to work. People don't understand precisely where their loyalties should stand... so they're naive and narrowminded. Not seeing the whole picture does not help your cause... (this does not relate to all people) I remember the gulf war rather easily... the magnificent television shots of the missiles flying through the air at night, the smart bombs, the missiles that were shown hitting buildings on target... it was quite the sight to see as a child growing up during it... numbing in the war sense, but awakening values of the people over there... media coverage is over doing it this time around... which is quite difficult considering how televised the last one was... I propose that the media conglomerates buy missiles... lets say 10 million a pop (pun intended) put their logo on them, and even a little video camera if it doesn't deter the wind resistance... that way, the media can get their exclusivity of action, and the military can get money besides taking taxes away from the populace that never wanted this war to begin with... supply and demand, the media wants war, so they need to supply the money for missiles to the military that needs them to begin bombing... it makes sense to me. Hell, it'll be like a 30 second commercial at the superbowl... and those go for a couple million also. I support our Troops wholeheartedly, I hope that they do their job well, they kill who they need to kill, they have the least amount of casulties possible, and things go smoothly... with as much notion of that sounding like a war monger let me add this sentiment, I do not support the people who are making the orders... without the people that are sending the troops over, there would be no war... anyone above a sergeant isn't doing their duty as I think it should be done, and this hierarchy goes all the way to the top... but once again, this may seem like I hate Bush... and well, I don't really... he's a puppet, he's not making his own decisions as it is... so you can't blame the puppet when there's someones hand up his ass... Heaven or Hell?

[07 Mar 2003|11:33pm] [ mood | okay ] So, this is my first post here... I have a livejournal in which I'm really getting sick of... it's all just a farce of a journal now and I'm just posting things in there that seem interesting and have forgotten the whole reason why i had one there to begin with, and that is to just vent... without worrying about who was reading it and the drama that goes along with it... I have met some wonderful people on there, and with some of them I get excited to see them post and just feel like commenting on everything they write... which makes me feel insanely strange... i think I am insane... it's a strange feeling. I listen to everyone and what they say, and it all sounds the same to me... I think these things, the things that classify them as nuts, schizo, borderline retarded... I remember taking this test in college to test your emotional stability/depressive state... they took one look at it, and the lady had to go get another counselor to talk to me... I guess i got some answers wrong... I'm sorry, but I didn't lie on it... I know that I'm bad, I'm good at faking me a smile... but if you ask me if I'm depressed or not i will tell you straight out what is on my head. Noone ever asks me though... Heaven or Hell?

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