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| Thursday, December 3rd, 2009 | | 1:47 am |
I've got a strong urge to fly... | | Wednesday, November 18th, 2009 | | 2:48 am |
| | Sunday, November 15th, 2009 | | 3:44 am |
Well, I know what I've been told You gotta know just when to fold... | | Thursday, November 12th, 2009 | | 12:03 am |
Little drunk...
She moved on, and all I had to show for it was some foolish pride, which then gave way to regret. She was the girl, I know that now. But I pushed her away. So, I've spent every day since then chasing Amy... so to speak. | | Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 | | 3:48 pm |
Fall illnesses- they're not bugs, they're features. | | Saturday, October 31st, 2009 | | 2:47 am |
I think I might have pink eye. The amusement of this occurring on Halloween is not lost on me, but it doesn't help much. | | Thursday, October 29th, 2009 | | 12:17 am |
| | Sunday, October 25th, 2009 | | 12:37 pm |
Myth: Will totally fails with women. Status: Busted. | | Wednesday, September 30th, 2009 | | 2:37 am |
So, I've been offered 5 bucks to send out a resume with the qualification 'l33t h4xx0r' on it. Done and done. | | Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009 | | 1:51 am |
Well, I was the overseer of the drunk tonight. Along with Mike and Ian, we carried an acquaintance of mine about a mile before dumping him in my truck and depositing him at his parents' place. Fortunately, his dad had a decent sense of humor about the whole thing. I, for one, am slimed with someone else's vomit for once and I'm dead tired. I'll take my payment in good karma. My brute squad, however, needs recompense of an entirely different currency. | | Thursday, September 10th, 2009 | | 2:03 am |
Sound like anyone we know? 1. Superficial charm and good intelligence 2. Absence of delusions and other signs of irrational thinking 3. Absence of nervousness or psychoneurotic manifestations 4. Unreliability 5. Untruthfulness and insincerity 6. Lack of remorse and shame 7. Inadequately motivated antisocial behavior 8. Poor judgment and failure to learn by experience 9. Pathologic egocentricity and incapacity for love 10. General poverty in major affective reactions 11. Specific loss of insight 12. Unresponsiveness in general interpersonal relations 13. Fantastic and uninviting behavior with drink and sometimes without 14. Suicide threats rarely carried out 15. Sex life impersonal, trivial, and poorly integrated 16. Failure to follow any life plan. | | Tuesday, August 25th, 2009 | | 10:46 pm |
| | Sunday, August 9th, 2009 | | 10:32 pm |
It was a looooong weekend. Highlights- "No one listens to ugly people." "Dude, we're a bunch of 20-somethings drinking a fuckload of alcohol. 2 people are missing. We're stuck in a horror movie!" "It's like Carlie-okie." "Hey man, you're at like, an 11, turn it down a notch." "I'd hate to be around wherever you're going to haunt. You're gonna have the psychic imprint of an entire prison." "I think she's into me." "Don't worry, you'll fuck it up." Ireland in 2 days! | | Wednesday, August 5th, 2009 | | 3:47 am |
27
This was a triumph. I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS. It's hard to overstate my satisfaction. Aperture Science: We do what we must because we can. For the good of all of us Except the ones who are dead. (Chorus 1) But there's no sense crying over every mistake You just keep on trying till you run out of cake And the science gets done and you make a neat gun For the people who are still alive. I'm not even angry. I'm being so sincere right now. Even though you broke my heart and killed me. And tore me to pieces. And threw every piece into a fire. As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you. (Chorus 2) Now these points of data make a beautiful line And we're out of beta we're releasing on time. So I'm GLaD I got burned think of all the things we learned For the people who are still alive. Go ahead and leave me. I think I prefer to stay inside. Maybe you'll find someone else to help you. Maybe Black Mesa - THAT WAS A JOKE. HA HA, FAT CHANCE. Anyway, this cake is great: It's so delicious and moist. (Chorus 3) Look at me still talking when there's science to do. When I look out there it makes me GLaD I'm not you. I've experiments to run there is research to be done On the people who are still alive And believe me I am still alive. I'm doing science and I'm still alive. I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive. While you're dying I'll be still alive. And when you're dead I will be still alive. | | Tuesday, August 4th, 2009 | | 1:42 am |
Time
27 years I've been on this rock. 3 x 3 x 3 years. 9862 days. 236,688 hours. 14,201,280 minutes. 852,076,800 seconds. This is the first year since I graduated college that more people have walked into my life in a meaningful way than have walked out. I like that. One checkmark in the win column. Tomorrow will be full of drinking and revelry and walking. | | Saturday, August 1st, 2009 | | 9:22 pm |
I'm not in the habit of posting lyrics these days, but one off the most recent Gaelic Storm album caught my ear. Lover's Wreck A hundred days at sea, A retch away from misery Rummies and rats and tarry jacks my only family The island of salvation Is still a scream a way As the lungs of the night Blow out the light my heart kneels Down to pray (Chorus) Lord why did you take her? She meant so much to me Now I’m a wretched soul on a privateer Drowning out at sea I’m killing and I’m drinking My blue heart to black But I swear oh lord I’ll never sin again If you bring her back Gypsy was a siren, Dripping with desire Her moonless hair and skin so fair as warm as frozen fire She had the loyalty of a cat, behind those pale green eyes through her cherry lips, the devil slipped, a thousand lies A clan of rogues and vagabonds, occupied her head That thieving band took her pale white hand and stole her from my bed And like a ghost ship in the night, She drifted out once more To land upon the sand of another lover’s shore (Chorus) In my sleeping mind she sings a sad and lonely lullabye When I wake there’s just the ache it will haunt me till I die When those winds of vanity no longer blow her west I pray they’ll guide her home (across the foam) and put my heart to rest Press gang filled this Man-o-War To make the black mouthed cannon roar Now all my trade is ball and blade, and blood forever more And the sting of salt and spray, the ocean’s howl and squall A stumbling wreck, I roam the deck, at the devil’s beck and call (Chorus) | | Friday, July 17th, 2009 | | 4:53 pm |
Dreams
I found myself at some sort of party. Kind of like a wedding reception for a distant family member you hardly know. I wander. There's a band playing somewhere. Eventually, I make my way to a bar. There are three bartenders dressed all in black. One of them is a woman. She has dark hair, pale skin, and a knowing smile that seems like it's just for me. I ask when she'll be done. I think I'm in love. Time passes. We're walking outside, talking about everything and nothing. We sit on a bench and I move to pull her close, but she stops me. It's then that I notice she's wearing something around her neck. A cross? No, an ankh. And then I know who she is and why she won't let me touch her and the dream crumbles around me and suddenly I'm awake and my face is wet with tears. And this is what happens when I come home drunk and read The Sandman before I go to bed. | | Friday, July 10th, 2009 | | 5:40 pm |
So, this local comedy club is having an open mic contest. I'll be there on July 21st. One problem- it has to be clean. | | Tuesday, July 7th, 2009 | | 3:31 pm |
Well, graphics card on the desktop is apparently a lemon. Geforce 9500GS, bad fan. New card ordered. Doc's today. Apparently, you get weird looks when you tell a nurse that you don't know if your lack of sleep is caused by depression or vice versa because you're used to dealing with both. | | Sunday, July 5th, 2009 | | 5:45 am |
So, yeah. Went downtown, drank all day, took a long walk. Been doing a lot of thinking of late, mostly concerning what the fuck I'm even trying to do with my life. I mean, there's class, but I just don't feel like I'm ever going to be able to slip back into the real world again. Also, still single. And I am fucking terrible at picking up women. I blame the loss of my mane. |
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