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Friday, November 18th, 2005
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12:36 am
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whoops again. so yeah, i made myspace my official journal now. yeah. so anyone that still checks this one/has it bookmarked (i can think of at least one person), feel free to bookmark www.myspace.com/eddieprice
that is all.
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| Sunday, June 26th, 2005
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3:09 am - whoopsieeeeeeeee!
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yeah i'm not even gonna lie. i've been using myspace for over a month, now :-D...it's like my summer fling, i PROMISE i'll be back regularly in this once school starts up with a new volume of College Life. i'll post from time to time in here, but until then, myspace will be my bitch for about two more months
anyone interested in finding me on myspace, just look for eddie price....ya know, my drunken alter ego :-P.
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| Tuesday, May 24th, 2005
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3:11 pm
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i R-E-A-L-L-Y need to stop worrying and feeling so guilty about this job. they called me again today...and i ignored. but for good reason. for some reason, i feel like i'm about to die, and when they called, i was in the middle of having a face-to-toilet conversation. i don't wanna go in and possibly vomit on the merchandise, after all. if i'm guaranteed an off day, i should be guaranteed to use it, right? there's no guilt in not wanting to go in to work, right? i wish to god i didn't have such a massive guilty conscience over shit like this. haha, now i'm afraid that they're gonna fire my (mostly) black ass when i go in tomorrow
:-(
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| Monday, May 23rd, 2005
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9:25 pm - ..
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so, today and tomorrow are my GUARANTEED off days from eddie bauer- not on call whatsoever. so what happens today? while i'm home cleaning the house and catching up on some MUCH needed sleep, they call me starting at 2pm...not once, not twice, but thrice...neither time i picked up the phone. i know it's a canadian holiday, but it's like i was on call yesterday (which was an off day as well) and i had to go in to work. and well, i want me two guaranteed (Well one, now that today's over pretty much) off days. the thing is, i'll probably be overcome with guilt and call first thing tomorrow morning, after which i will be guilt tripped into coming into work tomorrow for 4-8 hours (which i K-N-O-W they will do if i call). they can't penalize/fire me for not answering the phone on my guaranteed off days, right? i'm afraid that when i go in wednesday, they'll try to fuck me over somehow (have me working 8 hour shifts everyday next week)...but then again, these are my days off, and they can't expect me to sit in the house all day and wait for them call (today doesn't count, i wanted to clean the house and cook, which i did). i mean tomorrow i'm damned sure not staying home, i've gotta full day planned. and i bet they'll call me tomorrow and hope for me to throw my day away to work. eff that. thank god retail/business isn't what i wanna do in life. enh they can do what they want, but if they wanna penalize me for not coming in on an off day, then oh well. i mean once i start at the NACC in july, i'm gonna have to cut my hours back anyways.
it's all good
i just hope i don't get fucked on wednesday ;-)
cam.
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1:36 pm
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3.7 GPA for this semester...yep, that'll do. that'll do.
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| Friday, May 20th, 2005
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7:58 pm - CLV2, I#3: Recap and Ruminations
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**It's kinda funny. Knowing that a good portion of my guy friends read this journal, I'm probably gonna have to watch what I write. Not that I bash any of them (I don't. Check the past entries, I've got nothing) or anything, but I gotta check to make sure I don't get "too into the update." Don't wanna give them anything to bust my balls about in person or via my comments page ~_^...but then again it is my journal. So just to be safe, to the guys that read this-- in case I write anything that calls for a knocking of my testicular fortitude, I say this to you, "kiss my ass, you dirty rotten scoundrels."
I mean this in the in the happiest, most good times, "yeah you got me, that was pretty gay of me to write," way possible. Hell, I've gotta huge grin on my face right now as I write this :-D. But seriously, it's all gravy and a piece of chicken. And some grits. And kool aid. Cuz this nigga loves himself some kool aid, as seen in the picture below:
(this isn't a picture of me for any strangers reading this)
Sooooooooo I'm gonna make this journal as long as humanly possible :-D.
TUESDAY: So I get my ass up earlier than usual so i can head to Dr. Mastroianni's on Third Street to get the last of my back molars removed. Right away, he gave me this gnarly nitrous oxide gas that pretty much made me stop caring about everything in the world. The price of gas? Fuck it, dude. The cost of living? To hell with that shit. The fact that he just inserted a 4 inch needle directly into my gums to numb the area? Negro, please. I was a God amongst insects in surgical masks. I was Zeus with an armful of lightning bolts, ready to rain them down on those who opposed me. I was the computer geek that conquered all by nailing the hottest broad on the cheer squad. I was a guy that was getting fucking WASTED on laughing gas. That shit was stronger than I thought. I seriously thought i was on top of the world. But yeah, the good doctor sets to work, clamping my teeth open. I see the instruments that I knew were about to make a total bitch of my impacted molars. But I didn't care--I had a consistent supply of the happiest gas on earth being pumped directly into my nostrils, after all. I was happily listening to my mp3 player, as the good doctor chiseled away at my teeth.
*snap* *crackle* *pop* Kellogg's Rice Kris--whoops, wrong commercial. But seriously, all was well. Surgery was going fine, until I happened to take a glance at the doctor.
And noticed his very bloody gloves and smock.
And the goliath of a surgical drill he was holding.
I remember mouthing to the best of my ability, "holy fucking shit, dude!" but Mastroianni was used to it, I think. He gave me another shot of novacaine, and upped the ante on my nitrous infusion. All was well again. Fears of drills and burning calcium were replaced by giggles, a thumbs up, and an honest to god imitation of Quagmire's, "Alllllllll Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight." Now before I go on, let me tell you. Blose and everyone was right, Dr. Mastroianni is a damned fine oral surgeon, and I recommend him to all area folks that read this.
Dr. A.J. Mastroianni: Have fucked up teeth? He'll knock them the fuck out!
Eventually, the procedure was over; the bottom holes in my mouth were stitched up, and I was sent on my way to pick up painkillers and antibiotics. It didn't help that my mouth was gauzed to the max, but the gas/novacaine was wearing off, and the pain started to get to me. Long story short: I spent the next few days in bed, tossing, turning, popping so many pills that D-12 would be proud, fishing, seeing Star Wars, and taking care of the yard.
Today, Friday: Now that I was able to successfully eat solid foods without any real trouble, nicole, my godfather, and I immediately set out for real food. Chili's was the name of the game for the day. So while we're sitting there, chilling, guess who comes in? MONA FUCKING MANSOUR.....MOUSEY!!! Now the only people that probably know who the hell I'm talking about are Bryan, Joe, and possibly Pat...but mainly the first two. All was well, neither of said anything to the other. She even sat in the booth directly behind us. All was well.
Until she began to talk.
Know that sound of nails grating against a chalkboard? Yeah, well I would've welcomed that sound over her voice again. Our bill couldn't come fast enough, and I thank god we got out of the place with our ears intact. Although I think I've gone sterile due to her piercing voicewaves. Damn you, Mona! Stopped at Barnes & Noble, picked up some Sin City graphic novels. Now I can finish storyboarding. Went for some ice cream, and headed to Target.
**It wasn't until we got back in the falls that I realized tonight was prom night for NFHS. Many prophylactics shall be used on this day. Promises of, "Baby I love you," will be whispered in order for Johnny Comeloudly to discard his V-Card and to pick up his "Player in Training" card. Much liquor shall be consumed, as well. The chances of several amateur home videos being shot in the Adam's Mark hotel are high as well. Lucky motherfucks :-). I had to cart my ass to prom completely solo. What an (Anti)rush that was. Enh, it's all good, though. Oh well, at least I didn't pick up any nasty VD that night.
Shooting Jen in the ass with Greg's airgun later that night sure was fun, though.
**Anyone remember a time when "Reality TV" was just that--reality? No? I didn't think so. I think the last possible instance of Reality Tv was when America aired the Vietnam War, live. Musta been fun, coming home from a hard Monday Night's work, turning to ABC, and watching the latest unlucky Vietcong get burned to an absolute crisp for the pleasure of millions. Goddamn. Now I've gotta taste for fried chicken. Who knew that today, "Reality" would mean fake titties, bottle blondes, spray-on tans, paper thin body frames, and the ability to dislocate one's jaw at the drop of a hat.
**Anyone remember when Lindsay Lohan was fucking gorgeous? She looks like a fucking toothpick now. Anyone remember that episode of Family Guy where Chris becomes a painter and goes to NYC, where he encounters Kate Moss who turns invisible when she turns sideways? Well that's Lindsay Lohan nowadays....sad. She had a really great rack and legs too *Remembers the SNL Harry Potter skit*
That's about it, I'll update again as more strikes me.
Cam
current music: "Feel Good Inc." - Gorillaz
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| Sunday, May 15th, 2005
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11:04 am
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amazing. in the just about two weeks that i've been working @ eddie bauer (amazing how time flies, eh?), i have definitely learned how to better appreciate and cherish an off day. which is why i'm shouting to the good lord that i am OFF UNTIL NEXT SATURDAY :-D. unfortunately, i'll be out of commission tues-thurs b/c of oral surgery. but who cares, i'm relaxing, man.
word.
cam
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| Saturday, May 14th, 2005
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1:23 am - CLV2, I#2: Drunken update
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so i'm totally shitty right now. i just got back from dan's with bryan and pat, ad bryan wasn;t kidding. those 40 ounces can make you tired as fuck!!! sooooooooooooo gone right now. but ya know what? my tolerance is finally where i want it to be- strong. my reputation as a happy/commedian/stumbling drunk is cemented. good times. and yo jeremy got me those micky d's large french fries before we left, them shits were on points. good as fuck. me, pat bryan did the booze run again, going to wilso farms and tsome gas station. HOLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AIN;T NOS STOPPING ME! kim showed up for all of like 2 seconds at dan's hosue looking beautiful as ever, but didn';t get much to say to her :-\. oh well. some other time. gotta show her how much of a great drunk i am. haha.
so yeah, eddie bauer is turning ot to be fairly decent, although i hate this "Call in" shit where yo ucall in on your off days to see if you need to go to work. holy shit i can totally hear myself typing. clickety clacjo clickety cklak. hahahahaha. seriously. a 40 ounce of OE (olde english) and some coors lights and some smirinoffs reayly dyd ime in. oh well. but yeah, maureen, sherri, kathie, todd, jesse, all them fuckers at eddie bauer are a pretty nice lot. fun work environment. it's raelly fun for the moment. i just pray to god i can memorize every function of the cash regestioer quickly. returns are BIZZATCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. wow. it's funny, honest to god i'm typing with my eyes mstly closed, but since i pretty much memorized every button on my keyboard, it's all good, even though im' totally shitty right now. 50'S TITSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. BULLET BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. bryan and pat and dan know how it is, shit was fucking hiiii-;arious. yeah phil's a good guy. i like him. but yeah eddie bauer's paying me 7 per hour, and lisa langer from the nACC called me today to cement everything for the summer course. eaching more bad ass kids about film/video for 12 bucs n hour helllllllllls yeah. i hope like fucki don't called in for an 8 hour shift tomorrow or i'llbe fucking bissed!
me and bryan went fishing down by the power vista this morning. we didn't catch shit, but it was good times. i love fishing. but dammit, i wanna catch me some small mouth bass adnd shit like out in my godfather's boat. word life sonnnnnnnnn. well my eyes are burning so i;m gonna tuck in and go to bed. dianna's cool, too.
peace
cam.
FUCK CAT PISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. AND FUCK MYSPACE, EVEN THOUGH I HAVE AN ACCOUNT I HAVEN;T USED ONCE...FUCK IT!
*breakdances and writes poetic hymns*
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| Wednesday, May 11th, 2005
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11:25 am
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Your Birthdate: August 27 |
Your birth on the 27th day of the month (9 energy) adds a tone of selflessness and humanitarianism to your life path.
Certainly, you are one who can work very well with people, but at the same time you need a good bit of time to be by yourself to rest and meditate.
There is a very humanistic and philanthropic approach in most of things that you do.
This birthday helps you be broadminded, tolerant, generous and very cooperative.
You are the type of person who uses persuasion rather than force to achieve your ends.
You tend to be very sensitive to others' needs and feelings, and you able to give much in the way of friendship without expecting a lot in return. |
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12:10 am
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feet sore. will update tomorrow.
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| Saturday, May 7th, 2005
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7:29 pm - College Life Vol. 2, Issue 1: Summer, summer, summer time
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italian exam was a fucking cakewalk. easily. extraordinarily. on a side note, stephanie looked hot ^_^....proll should have said something. *shrugs* oh well. maybe she'll read this. it's so beautiful now, i dunno where i'm taking this journal ^_^. worked yesterday, made my minimum quota in 20 minutes, give or take. did some fishing off of the docks. caught a few shiners, nothing major.
who's the big bad salesman?!?!?!
me, i guess. today, without me really knowing/caring, i guess i had the top UPT or something over anyone in the store. it coulda gotten me a giftcard, but like i said, i don't care, that and somone prolly beat me...but at least i'm pleasant enough to sell stuff ^_^. but naw, i'm not big nor bad, i just managed to sell enough shit in my time frame *phew*. no cockiness here, b/c i KNOW i'll wind up bitching about the job sooner or later. gave mom enough money for mother's day to buy a small guatemalan family ten times over (basically a bit over 100 bucks...don't you love third world country buying rates???). mailed that down to her in a nice card.
party(ies) at my house over the summer! just gotta plan the dates :-).
go me!
oh yeah, to avoid any confusion with the previous CL issues, i'm gonna refer to the new ones as CLV2 I# (College Life Volume 2 Issue # for the less smart)
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| Wednesday, May 4th, 2005
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10:37 am - Schedule:
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Friday: 2-6
Saturday: 12-4
if any of you bastards in the area would like to stop by eddie bauer, please do so, but come DIRECTLY to me....so i can sell you shit....so i can look good....and not get fired....thanks!
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| Tuesday, May 3rd, 2005
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8:37 pm - CL Vol. 61: Work
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soooooooooo, just got back from training @ eddie bauer. i made $14!!! uh yeah, the cash register is kinda confusing. ya know:
1.) cash
2.) credit
3.) gift card/certificate/merchandise credit
4.) canadian cash
5.) voiding
6.) paying with USD/giftcard, etc
7.) paying with Canadian $/gift card, etc
8.) discounts
9.) opening up eddie bauer credit cards
10.) returning items
11.) issuing giftcard/credit/etc
there's more, and to be honest, the only ones i have down to a 't' are 1, 2, 4, 5, and 8. buttttttttt sherrie said nobody gets the cash register right away. she's been assistant manager for 4 months and even she doesn't have the knack of everything. so that was comforting. i actually can't wait to try out the 5 non-negotiables, to see how much of a people person i really am. kinda nervous, but hopefully i'll have everything squared away within a week or two. the new manager, cynthia(?) is like no more than 5 years older than i am on a first guess, and she is SUPREMELY hyper/giddy/coked out. i left a voicemail on jessica's phone and said that cnythia is like superman, and that she is the kryptonite ^_^. we'll see how it goes, i hope to god i like this job, b/c i plan to stick with it until it's time for me to move into the dorms. in other news i've gotta put in another resume at the NACC and the job is as good as mine...again...technically. well i'm gonna order some jeans from eddiebauer.com's summer collection (hey, that should mean they'll be current for 2+ months, right?) b/c the in store selection is straight booty, in my opinion. i hate the khakis and tucked in polo get up, i feel like such a tool. i need some loose jeans and a pressed, untucked button-down shirt. hells yeah.
cam
p.s. as you can see by my new avatar, zaphod beeblebrox is the fucking man! (go see hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy and/or read the books) "hey, c'mon"
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| Saturday, April 30th, 2005
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8:02 pm
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it's me!
http://www.planearium2.de/flash/sp-studio-e.html
and for no good reason, my favorite picture, period. ever. no questions asked.
"If I'm just starting to date a girl, the 2nd or 3rd date will be a casual night for wings and beers. Every girl I date gets this test. If she doesn't partake of the wings or looks at me in horror as I rip the meat off the bones, she's done. She's high maintenance and it will eventually show up even if she's trying to hide it now."
such truer words were never spoken.
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| Thursday, April 28th, 2005
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10:42 pm
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right eye jumping like crazy** + sudden supposed secret admirer + me drunk off of jager = coincidence?
**means "rejoice: someone's talking/thinking good fo you, or somethin good is about to happen"
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12:09 am - CL Vol. 60.1: And so on...
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so here i am scrambling to finish the rest of my writing portfolio. just one more essay to revise (read: bullshit). i mean seriously, how can you revise 3 essays that you've gotten straight A's on? it's impossible! enh, it'll get done. dan and i went to the sneak preview of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy at 7:30 today. as a fan of the books (having the anthology set and all), i'd give it about a 7.5/10. i really liked mos def as ford prefect. he was kinda over the top (like when the vogons read poetry to him and arthur), but all in all, he was pretty damn sweet. but the real star, was sam fuckin' rockwell as zaphod beeblebrox. Total rockstar/badass. insanely hilarious. that man was. Also seeing slartibartfast and arthur tour the factory level of Magrathea ("that's earth mark 2")...purely beautiful. yeah, i'm a nerd, but what can i say, i'm glad they took my favorite book series and handled it with some care and caution.
after that, dan and i went to buffalo wild wings, where it was 50 cent leg night. now that's funny, b/c we assumed the legs would be like your small legs you get in a pizza/chickenwing combo, right? so we order 30 of them. 10 minutes later, we get this HUGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE platter of fucking legs on our table. i mean these are like fully grown chicken legs you'd find in a bucket of extra crispy kfc. 30 of them, i say- 30! i only managed 3, dan managed 5. we put all that we could into separate carry out boxes, and i had to tie mine down with my key chain so the box wouldnt' explode open. oh well, the two of us will be eating like kings for a solid week.
good times, man.
good times indeed.
cam
to the person who commented in the last entry, c'mon, if it's you, pat, or you, greg, or you, whomever i know with a penis...stop ^_^. it's all fun and games, but well if it is one of you, there's no point in going on since i busted your shit wide open. now if it's a chick, then feel free, however :-p....but that's doubtful. still, let's pretend for a moment that this is indeed, legitimate. do i have a class with you at ub or high school? have i ever talked to you? uh yeah...
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| Wednesday, April 27th, 2005
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3:26 pm - CL Vol. 60: FUCKING GREAT TIMES
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*walks up to podium, taps microphone*
*ignores feedback*
*leans in*
*Clears throat*
um yeah, i just got hired @ Eddie Bauer today. Aced the interview, and aced the floor run. 7 bucks and hour, 15-30 hours per week.
*Walks away*
*walks back to podium*
oh yeah. the NACC wants me back as a full time summer teacher (7/12-8/20) $12 an hour....10am-3pm OHHHHHHHH YEAH. i can work both jobs :-d
*Walks away*
*Walks back to podium*
TESTES!!!!!!!
*Runs away giggling wildly*
UPDATE
holy shit!!!! my big bro, ralph, my fucking idol is coming up next week. ladies- lock your doors, close your windows, tucker up in bed and lay easy. the town WILL be painted red by the two of us. fuck yes, i cannot WAIT for ralph to come up here.....i'm so friggin excited. the original pimp is gonna make his return....i am seriously excited man.
cam
current mood:  ecstatic
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| Monday, April 25th, 2005
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10:28 pm - CL Vol. 59: Stuff
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les miserables was a helluva show. dan owned that bad boy all around. got good and hammered at the after party. mixing drinks= fun ^_^. gotta portfolio due thursday, civ test thursday, civ essay wednesday, italian quiz wednesday, italian exam friday, italian oral (Final) monday. wtf is that shit? enh, no biggie. kim talked a lotta shit about this bet, and lost bigtime. yeah i rule :-D. can't wait for school to be over. it's really starting to get on my nerves and bring me down. summer= happy go lucky cam (the return. yay!). i saw that i was starting to fall into a situation that perfectly mirrored my situation with mckinney a year back or so. i REFUSE to fall back into a situation like that again, b/c i was so absolutely miserable, it was hysterical (if that's the fitting word). so i did the only thing i could do. i nipped that shit in the bud and i'm not looking back. oh yeah, i won like 50 bucks off of dave playing poker, b/c i rule ^_^. just a few more days, dammit. a few more days.
does anyone read this thing anymore?
cam.
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| Tuesday, April 19th, 2005
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12:06 am - CL Vol. 58: work
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so yeah, dawn from the nacc just told me how katie wants to hire me back for the summer semester as a full time security guard/teacher, since i'm "one of the best workers she's ever had." if i can get higher pay, then i'll go. either way, i'm still putting in a ton of applications elsewhere though.
media play
dvd dot
wegman's
sam's club
eddie bauer
adidas
that book store in the mall
anywhere else in the mall.
at the very least, i'm guaranteed one job, but i mean c'mon....it's the NACC....but it IS dawn haha. really though, i hope i get hired somewhere else. ^_^.
gotta kick up the exercising over the summer to get lighter on my feet. dan and i are planning on taking up capoeira next semester (brasilian martial arts) for the hell of it. it should be fun, but i gotta make myself even more flexible than i already am (yeah, believe it or not, big ol' me is actually pretty flexible). i can start wearing my badass summer outfits!!! right kim? can't wait to rock our new shit, haha. good times. nicole (sister) might be able to get me a new siamese kitten. her friend, celeste, has a siamese that's about to give birth to a litter in a few weeks. gotta start taking the allergy pills again if all goes well ^_^....should i name him/her "konami 2"? haha, good times again.
later,
cam.
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| Sunday, April 17th, 2005
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10:15 pm
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