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Tuesday, November 5th, 2002
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4:36 pm - stop the mindless violence
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Hello, this is Mike's rectum.
I'm calling for a boycott of Mike, for the hideous abuses he has visited upon me.
Thank you.
current mood: hurty
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| Sunday, September 29th, 2002
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2:12 am - By the pond.
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Don't ever let me go to a family wedding again.
FAWK.
current mood:  drunk
current music: The Vines - Sunshin'
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| Friday, September 27th, 2002
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10:11 pm
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I'm going to see Pansy Division with Bev and Ryan October 19th. I will be staying with them the whole weekend, and cooking many Italian dishes. I will refrain from any sort of dancing, or they will shoot me in the eye.
Yay, Pansy Division!
current mood: i'm just dandy
current music: Pansy Division - Groovy Underwear
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| Friday, September 13th, 2002
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2:30 am - Hi, I'm not dead.
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Well, as my title implies I'm quite alive. Its been a while, I kinda went off radar.
Yeah, so awhile back my internet decided to shit all over itself. Thus, I haven't been online in quite a long time. After dying again last night and this afternoon I think I've got it all hammered out, kinda.
I would've attempted to fix the situation much earlier but some deity or other saw fit to strike me down with a combo platter of the worst case of bronchitis ever and a sinus infection. This past week has been nice though, I'm once again able to move about freely and not cough up my insides. Over X-mas break, however, I've got to get my sinuses drained. Last time I had that done was about 6 years ago. Lets just say it involves my nose looking like a slab of raw meat for about a week or so and lots of pain. Fucking hell.
My new sn (it actually works!) is "Death to Nermal" so you can im me there. I'll be im-ing you guys as well, after I sleep.
The remainder of my summer went well. Bev came to Jersey twice, once with Ryan which was great as usual. Damn, I love my Bev. Heh heh. Other than that it was rather uneventful and such. It mainly involved a lot of work. Speaking of which....
Everyone I work with needs to be snugly encased in a straightjacket. They're all a bunch of raving lunatics, as are the customers. I seriously don't get paid enough for all the shit I put up with. They need to take me off scheduling. I can't stand having people kiss my ass from Sunday to Thursday and then bitch me out on Friday and Saturday. Reality check. I'm not going to be able to accomodate everyone. My supervisor has to be the most uptight gay man I've ever met in my life. He needs to get to get laid and let go of some of that hostility. I'd do it myself but I have such things as taste, a sense of dignity, an aversion to masochism and all of that. Bah.
So classes have started. Mike is taking:
English 2
J.O workshop (sexual connotations ahoy!)
Intro to Psychology
Italian 5
My J.O (journalism) workshop goes well. The professor is odd though. He goes from being totally passionate about something to so bored and monotonous that all I can do is zone out and try not to focus on how much my ass hurts in those accursed desks. My English 2 class goes is...interesting. 90% of the people in there are fine ghetto folk from New Brunswick, New Jersey. Most see fit to bring their ill-gotten children into class. When baby Tamika barfed on my shoe her mother, 300 pounds of mean flesh and body odor simply punched the child and that was that. In Tuesday's class we learned about how to use the comma. Evidently most of them just completely skipped over the 5th grade. I'm also quite amused by their inability to say the word "ask." "Can I axe you a question? Huh? Huh?!?"
If I hear someone sing "It's gettin' hot in herrrre!!!" one more time I'm going to barf all over myself.
On a good note, my cousins are finally out of the house! You have no idea how incredibly happy I am. No more bullshit, no more screaming demon child, no more yelling at Miguel to stop masturbating in the shower and leaving stains on the walls.
So I will be moving into my basement soon (two weeks?) Fucking finally. I love it down there. I do have to clean it like hell though. The cousins left so much shit down there its not even funny. Dirty bastards.
9/11 was yesterday. Thank god its over. I'm so sick of it already. Some people still won't shut up and its really annoying. I'm going to drop this so I don't go into a long angry rant.
Happy 20th birthday to Ryan in Balto-land.
current mood:  sleepy
current music: Sheryl Crow - Safe and Sound
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| Thursday, July 25th, 2002
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12:45 am - .......
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| Monday, July 22nd, 2002
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3:06 am - stone cold mother mary.
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So I've been thinking about this entry that Mikey (lonelygayguy) wrote a couple of days ago. In it, he describes the album Make Yourself by Incubus as something that reminds him of a certain time in his life. I've got a couple of albums like that (OLP, Happiness etc.).
So I was looking through the cd's that are scattered through my bedroom like confetti, and I found Filter's Title of Record.
It may not be the most solid musical contribution ever but hey, it was basically the soundtrack to almost a year of my life. As I'm listening to it I'm remembering all these little moments that I never would have remembered otherwise. As I was listening to "It's Gonna Kill Me" I suddenly remembered walking down the block after the school bus had dropped me off and singing this song at the top of my lungs. It was a really nice day out in the middle of October, perfect temperature and such. I remember thinking about Jeff as I was walking (hardly anyone knows who the hell he is). Weird. I heard "I'm Not The Only One" and remembered listening to that song on repeat one morning outside of school, smoking a cigarette in the pouring rain. The weirdest memory I have is of the ending to the song "Captain Bligh." Picture thinking about a boy lost in the woods that stumbles upon a dilapidated cemetary. In it he sees a statue of Mary (as in Jesus Mary and Joseph) and one side of her face was...eroded is the best word. Conveniently the boy has a sledgehammer and pounds the fucking statue into a pile of rubble. Meanwhile, the ending to the aforementioned song is playing over and over in the background. (That all came out of a dream I had at the time.)
Ummm....I swear I'm not crazy.
That portion of my life was a big turning point (coming to terms with homosexuality etc.) It wasn't a very fun time but I'm sitting here smiling as I remember all this shit. Hell, it wasn't all bad. I also remember putting this cd on in the family room where we have this massive stereo system and headbanging and running around the house. YEAH, NO ONE WAS HOME AND I'M A BIG DORK. DEAL WITH IT!
I'm strangely content as I listen to this.
current mood:  contemplative
current music: Filter - Cancer
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| Tuesday, July 16th, 2002
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10:50 pm - "My dictionary says I can't fly but I know better" said the crazy blond guy.
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Balti-Quotes:
"Shut up! I wanna hear about his balls!"
-Yasko, who for some reason took an interest in my balls.
"I respect the buttsex"
-Laura
"Where's my regular bacon?" (say it ghetto-fied)
-Ghetto Mama, as told to me by Ryan.
"If I ever had a 3 way, one of the people would have to have no legs"
-Laura
"The bible doesn't say 'And Abraham whipped out his cock and started jacking it.'"
-Bev
"I'm in a penis mood lately"
-Yasko
Yeah so, I'm home from Baltimore now. Here's a lil' rundown for ya.
So Friday, after I updated, we went to lunch at this yummy szechuan buffet. Afterwards we went through Hampden (aka: land of the white trash). It was....interesting. So we finally got to Atomic Books on the edge of Hampden. I fucking finally got my very own copy of Box Office Poison! Yay! After that we went to Super Fresh where we got to spend lots of money on groceries and junk food. That night we went to Tappah's for dinner. BEST RESTAURANT EVER. Yeah, it was yummy.
Saturday we got to ride the number 3 bus quite a lot. We spent some time downtown and such. We went to bookthing. bookthing is a place where you can get free books and such, it was great and I got a really good copy of White Teeth by Zadie Smith which rocked. Later that day Bev's friends, Laura and Yasko, came over. Great people, both of them. We hung out for quite some time and talked muchly. I once again heard about that crazy enigmatic Strathy. Yeah no one who reads this is gonna know who Strathy is anyway but what the hell. Paper Moon (a kick ass diner) with all except Laura followed. Good times.
Sunday was a fun day in the harbor where we purchased more books and made fun of the tourists. Dinner at the house was fun. Relaxing and slow paced for once. heh. Monday we once again got some books. Then we had dinner at a kick ass sushi place called Niwana.
Today rolled around, we slept late and then packed up my shit. All good things must come to an end.
Baltimore is a good place. Some pre-college kids are fucking annoying though.
current mood:  indifferent
current music: Sleater-Kinney - Little Babies
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| Friday, July 12th, 2002
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12:07 pm - Wee! I'm in Baltimore!
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So now I'm sitting next to Bev using one of the comps on main level. Train ride was uneventful. I got there at 10. Saw Bev n' Ryan down the road, waved and giggled:) We went to the apartment and I got to put my stuff down. Bev and Ryan regaled me with tales of odd squirrels and such whilst we ate some Freeze Pops. Apparently, Bev has the entire weekend scheduled. Damn her and her crazy itineraries:) It's a nice day out and I'm with good people. I'm content.
After we get out of here we're going to grab something to eat downtown before my stomach implodes. The rest of the day is probably going to be very liesurely and such. My vacation is shaping up nicely. I get to meet some of Bev's Hopkin's friends tommorrow, it'll be awkward but fun.
I bought my return trip ticket for 6:20 monday evening, but let's not get too ahead of ourselves:)
I like Baltimore
current mood:  happy
current music: the sounds of people typing.
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6:17 am - and i'm off.
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NBK ----> BAL
Weeee!!!
current mood: happy
current music: some fucking bird chirping right outside my window.
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| Wednesday, July 10th, 2002
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12:46 am - yeah. thats about right i guess.
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| Monday, July 8th, 2002
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5:49 pm - alot of stuff
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bev here.
alot of stuff happened in this four day weekend. all of it good, dont worry.
as ryan mentioned, we went to BCCC on friday and took care of his college stuff. it was a very successful trip, and our spirits were high. we then walked to the mall, an unsuspecting pair we were. there was no Simpsons DVD to be found. but lots of liquor stores. bah. we looked around and figured out what bus goes from near us to the liberty heights campus. its much bigger than the harbor one, and since he knows how to get there now, ryan will probably go there. everyone i dealt with there seemed nice.
so anyway, for our fourth of july we did not brave the heat and go downtown for fireworks or whatnot. instead we went to Normal's books and purchased 2 books for $5. total. $2.50 each. The Tao of Pooh, and Capitalism for Beginners, a cartoon guide. i love normals books. mike will be going there with us.
my hands hurt from work today, but i am typing away. i am on ebay looking at things again. i look but never buy.
anyway, so friday we took care of college stuff in the afternoon, and then went to see Atom & His Package at night. in between we got groceries. Atom was awesome (as was the package) the opening and closing people were so-so. the ottobar is a good lil venue. i wish i had seen jonathan richman, but thats ok. stuff that i like always comes there. i still can't wait to go to a party in august when i go home tho.
so friday was good. then saturday we went and got more free books at bookthing and then we walked all the way to the harbor. we stopped many times tho, especially in mount vernon. we went to a natural foods store, which we will be going back to. it had some good looking stuff, and ryan wants hemp shampoo. we also stopped by Utrecht and i looked at art supplies. they were hiring, but only for assistant manager position. bah. we sat in the park for a long time, by the fountain. we made it to the harbor, breifly joined a rally, paid our cell phone bill, and took the bus home.
right after that we went to maha's birthday party. she had brie. and there was much alcohol. bev wound up drunk, but discretly so. we both had alot of fun, met some people, and it was good. she's really nifty, i hope to be seeing more of her. people also seemed to really like us.
and so we came home from that, and then it was sunday. we read all day, and then i made tacos. it was a nice, winding down kinda day.
now we're looking forward to mike getting here on friday.
current mood:  thirsty
current music: murming HAC lab people
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| Friday, July 5th, 2002
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4:48 pm
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Ryan here.
Fuckers. You're all fuckers. Except those people who aren't fuckers.
Erm... I got all my college stuff going full-blast today. Financial aid, yadda, hooza. I got to be the only Caucasian person at a mall. In the ghetto by the zoo. I think I'll write that in a poem. "In the ghetto by the zoo." It sounds nice in my head. Like a bad children's story.
I got an e-mail froma really old friend that none of you know, so I'm not going to bother talking any more about her.
Hey, fuck you. Suck my balls. Sometimes I wish I could fast-forward to being like 90 years old, so I could have a valid excuse to sit on my lawn in yellowing boxer-briefs, yelling "HEY, YOU KIDS! GET OFF MY LAWN!" or maybe scream out "SUCK MY BALLS!" to the mailman or the ice cream man. I'd get to be the scary, coughy, mostly-naked old man that all the kids are scared of, or at the very least disgusted by. They could all gather out on the playground and talk about how they're pretty sure I killed my wife and buried her underneath the garage two summers ago.
The mall had no book store. It had a lot of plus-sized womens clothing stores. It had 3 seperate liquor stores, a parole office, and a Social Services/Child Welfare office. It had those ridiculously long white t-shirts that our fine ghetto friends are so fond of. For $2. Books, though? Try the WIC office... maybe they can help you with this "book" thing. It was on the 1st floor... next to 50 nail salons and a place that sold fake gold jewelry to old men and stupid kids.
I got an e-mail from Strathy. None of you know who he is, so I'm not going to bother talking any more about him. He's in South Africa now.
I'm going to South Africa now. Or maybe to my apartment to get some food. I haven't decided yet.
current mood: hungrrrry
current music: suck em. my balls. suck my balls.
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| Tuesday, July 2nd, 2002
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6:28 pm - if i don't have anything to say, why am i updating?
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hello.
some people just suck.
with that having been said, work today wasn't very difficult. me and eli worked on a C level shift. it was easier than shifting on d-level. i got to do that all day. mostly i was there to keep it from getting bored. we talked about books and music and stuff. he's going to area 2, to see moby. he talks alot, but its interesting. thinks i'm a good worker to.
last night we went to superfresh and purchased chicken, coke, little debbie, tuna, and ice cream. we ran into one of our friends there, who was purchasing a sweet potato. she gave us a ride home, and it was pretty nice of her.
i ordered another dan bern cd this weekend. this fridays paycheck will be nice tho.
i came to the HAC lab to work on doug stuff, but so far i've only tooled around looking at people's journals.
yesterday i took off work because i couldn't sleep at all the nite before. i also meant to work on doug stuff then, but ending up working on other writing.
i can't wait until mike gets here and we can converse.
i think i will make iced chai when i return home.
ryan went to a protest this morning with his job. i wonder how that went.
strathy is in amsterdam. i wish i was to.
current mood: edgy
current music: Dan Bern- Estelle
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| Friday, June 28th, 2002
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9:26 pm - this is starting to feel like my journal.
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but i'm a little bored. ryan wont be home for at least an hour, so i'm at the HAC lab again after work. we had the staff picnic today. so for an hour i got paid to eat yummy food and drink warm beer if i wanted it (i didnt, i dont like beer)
anyway, since i've never done a survey before, i decided to. its a sorta "cute" one. here ya go.
A - Age: 19
B - Best Quality: resilience
C - Choice Of Meat: chicken
D - Dream Date: heh. date.
E - Exciting Adventure: i've had some adventures over these years. they mostly all turned out ok.
F - Favorite Food: Cheese, grapes, sushi, eggs
G - Greatest Accomplishment: academic stuff. being independent. shit.
H - Happiest Day of Your Life: april 21, 2001
I - Interests: writing, books, bookstores, libraries, house, trance, dan bern, exploring balitmore, getting paid, food. those last 2 are linked.
K - Kool-Aid?: a blue kind. blue lemonade or something like that
L - Love: mine.
M - Most Valued Thing I Own: tough one. probably books.
N - Name: Beverly Rivero
O - Outfit You Love: my pink shirt with the girl on it and light kakhi UFOs, and lots of plastic bracelets. or my black dress and black jacket.
P - Pizza Toppings: extra cheese, green peppers, REAL sausage- not those little nugget looking things.
Q - Question Asked To You The Most: So, uh, you're a writing sems major...what do you plan to do with your life?
R - Request a song on the radio: the radio sucks
S - Sport To Watch: golf. i hate watching sports, live or tv
T - Television Show: the simpsons!
U - Ur Favorite movie: probably Requiem for a Dream or Natural Born Killers (yeah, bev's a sick lil guy)
W - Winter: also sucks
Y - Year Born: 1982
Z - Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
there, that was painless. huh?
:)
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| Wednesday, June 26th, 2002
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7:42 pm - arghle
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hello....
i'm hungry and dirty, and a little achey. not a bad day at all tho. yes, i'm online again.
yeah so work was ok, i didnt do too much in the beginning of the day, and then i went and opened a savings account on my break. heh my break isn't supposed to be that long. on my way out of the bank i stopped by doug's room (my IFP 2 teacher) to see if he got my journal entries via e-mail (i got an extenstion on those minor assignments) and he had just checked his mail and gotten them. yay. i was getting worried. we talked for a long while about books and shows and apartments and stuff. he ain't a bad guy. really likes my writing.
then he had to go, and i realized i had been gone for an hour, so we both ran in separate directions.
i went back to work after that and worked straight thru til 5, then at 5 i got sent to do some shifting with this kid. so i vaccumed books and then shelved them. fucking huge books tho. annoying, but it needs to be done. dan bern helped me thru the ordeal.
soon, after i finish looking thru e-bay shit, i'm gonna go home and make some rice. i had some jelly on bread before work. last night at quater to 2 am ryan and i went to paper moon and had nachos and a david's favorite omlette (so good) and it was good. we were very hungry because all i had made for dinner was a salad. food is awesome.
mike will soon be done with his class, and then he will be here.
so work is going ok, and i now know doug has gotten my work. things are well. ryan is still at work. maybe tonight we can watch a movie.
oy. i'm gonna go make rice.
current music: Dan Bern- too late to die young
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| Monday, June 24th, 2002
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11:51 pm - Mike strikes again!.
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Wowza, I really haven't written a serious entry in here in quite some time. I'd be surprised if anyone still reads this thing. Well. Where exactly do I start?
Started my new job about a week ago now, its quite...tiring. Hell, at least I get to be an assistant manager. I get to have people bitch me out behind my back (I'm quasi in charge of scheduling). Bad thing: The damn store is always overrun with people so if one tiny thing goes wrong all the mojo just flies out the fucking window and such. Meh, its not so bad. At least I'm getting some of that cash money bling bling. Yeah. I really wish I didn't have to wear a bright green blazer that screams "A leprachaun threw up on me!" but whatcha gonna do?
School is....frustrating to say the least. This is last time I take a summer course while working 40+ hours a week. I've got a paper due in 9 hours. Fucking hell.
Speaking of work and such, I recently requested off for July 12th to 15th. I'll be going down to Baltimore to see two of my favorite people, Bev and Ryan. It'll be good to get down to Baltimore and get out of my east brunswick life for a while. Yeah, I love those guys:)
We'll probably end up eating out muchly and going to see a show possibly, as well as hitting all the bookstores. I look forward to good stories like "The Cat With No Ass" and such. I've already warned the two of them of the dire consequences of getting nekkid in my presence. On a sidenote: Bev will be coming home at some point over the summer, and we're going to a rave godammit!
I have a daily grind. I'm the type of person that hates routine. I wake up, go to school, go to work, go to bed. Its strange, but I think I'm getting used to it, although my summer course ends on the 8th. School and work, although frustrating, are going rather well. Things with the rents have actually never been better. In spite of this, I still feel this weird kind of sadness. I don't know how to explain it, even to myself. Maybe it's because I'm lonely or maybe not, who the hell knows. I feel stupid just writing this. Whatever. Only 2 weeks or so till I get to Baltimore!
current mood:  numb
current music: Sandra Collins - Faith Delivers
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I just left work, and i haven't tooled around online in a LONG time. so i decided to.
major decisions as of late:
- to open a savings account (i already have a checking/credit card one)
- to not take a summer class (hence the extra money for a savings account). the year wore me out, so i'm just gonna work. if you think that's dumb then you can shove a pole up your ass.
i rationalized it like this: if i dont take a class i'll be all rested up for the fall semester, when i'm taking 6 classes, and working. having a savings account will help if i'm a little short on my rent (not gonna have as much time to work in the fall- hopefully interning along with my paid job) i can dip into that. it all works out.
what else? i'm hungry. but luckily we got some groceries last night. we searched all over the store for vanilla coke, but then, as we left, we saw that it was in a huge display, right as you walk in. eh. we allways wind up buying little debbie stuff. i didnt believe the zebra cakes would be good, but they are.
i really like my job. i'm actually good at it. they respect me there, and give me full time staff-like tasks.
things have been pretty good here in baltimore. its hot as hell. but the big news is that not too long from now, Mike will be coming for a visit. this will be lots of fun. we will play video games, eat lots of food, go to shows, go to bookstores, and smoke ourselves all silly. then eat more.
speaking of which, i picked up from my job today,Reefer Madness- a history of marijuana in the US. i'm almost done reading Beech: A Book, by John Updike, so this lil history will be my next book.
with my newly available money, ryan and i will be doing some shopping. so far all we can think of to buy is: some apartment accessories, the Fiction Writer's market (for me), some Evangelion dvds, dinner out at Ban Thai. maybe a trip to DC hm. oh, and some clothes.
i can't wait to play some max payne.
it sounds stupid, writing it in a LJ, but i lead a happy life down here. good job, school goes welll, me and ryan, making enough money to eat and pay my own rent and bills. its just some happy shit, you know?
been reading Box Office Poison again, all the time. that's the best damn comic. Transmetropolitan will be ending soon. thats what we can buy- comics! i havent purchased a comic in a long time. damn.
ryan wants us to get a new LJ but i'm not ready yet. i like life without easy net access.
what else?
its hot as hell here.
suggestions as to what we could buy are welcome
bev
current mood:  hungry
current music: a quiet HAC lab hum
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| Wednesday, June 19th, 2002
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3:16 am - la vie boheme.
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Mimi I'm surprised
A bright and charming girl like you
Hangs out with these slackers
(Who don't adhere to deals)
They make fun yet I'm the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every night?
Bohemia, Bohemia's
A fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta
Bohemia is dead
Dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes
Here she lies
No one knew her worth
The late great daughter of mother earth
On this night when we celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass- you bet your ass to-
La vie Boheme
To days of inspiration
Playing hookie, making something out of nothing
The need to express
To communicate,
To going against the grain,
Going insane
Going mad
To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension,
To starving for attention,
Hating convention, hating pretension
Not to mention of course,
Hating dear old mom and dad
To riding your bike,
Midday past the three- piece suits
To fruits to no absolutes
To Absolute- to choice
To the Village Voice
To any passing fad
To being an us-for once-, instead of a them -
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme
So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad
Three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter
And one pasta with meatless balls
Ugh
It tastes the same
If you close your eyes
To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo
To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
Creation, vacation
Mucho masturbation
Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new
To Sontag
To Sondheim
To anything taboo
Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage
Lenny Bruce
Langston Hughes
To the stage!
To Uta
To Buddha
Pablo Neruda, too
Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em
La vie Boheme
Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens,
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman
German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa
Carmina Burana
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy
Vaclav Havel - The Sex Pistols, 8BC,
To no shame - never playing the Fame Game
To marijuana
To sodomy,
It's between God and me
To S & M
La vie Boheme
current mood: i think i'm retarded.
current music: take a fucking guess why doncha?
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| Thursday, June 13th, 2002
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11:22 pm - old people.
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Next time a senior citizen fucks with me I'm going to grab them by their Depends and give them a wedgie.
current mood:  cranky
current music: Avril Lavigne - Sk8er Boy
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| Monday, June 10th, 2002
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3:26 am - the human condition
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well. its been a while since I've posted a real entry. It's been one of those fucked up weekends. Friday was nice. I went out for sushi with Anthony which was yummy of course. We then went to my house and cleaned my computer which was an adventure to say the least. Zapped over to house to rock out to some Raimer Maria, damned good shit. Fiddled with his gamecube for a while then came back home.
saturday rolled on in and i did a lil' shopping. Finally got myself a copy of Run Lola Run. go me. also got some uber-cute keychains and had dinner at The Round Grill.
And so Sunday came, as Sundays usually do. It basically consisted of me doing shitloads of homework. I'm so exhausted it aint even funny. I know that if I go to bed now I'll never wake up so poo. Only ten more days of this damned class.
I must thank Mikey for listening to me ramble and such, twas good of him. He's a good guy that Mikey.
*note to self* Must get Joshy over here so we can start that nudist colony:) Bev and Ryan are required to join of course.
current mood:  exhausted
current music: Gonzo - Limelight.
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