somewhat empty room

We've been moving out all day today (read: since the whereabouts of 2 in the afternoon). Just got back from a pitcher and slices @ Transmet. Tomorrow is our last day here. Wheeeeeee

So the dating game turned out great. I sat on the opposite side of four charismatic, witty, and attractive girls. Separated by a black sheet, I casually asked them question after question, trying to decide between all of the equally amazing females. Okay, so now that I've covered my ass (and hopefully didn't come off sounding like a womanizer) I can tell you, it was tons of fun. I got a little lost sometimes about which girl had responded what, but that's okay. I do think it's funny that I knew three out of the four girls and eliminated all of them. They got chocolate as consolation prizes though, which I guess is like giving guys... beer? We eat that don't we?

I have a lot of crap. Random stuff. But there's something comforting in seeing your paintings and other framed objects leaned up against the wall. They'll go somewhere else. I'm pretty convinced that I placed most of my wall hanging in the places where the least amount of eye traffic was. I forgot most of it was there.

Framing is a funny thing isn't it? I was never the person to place my posters at angles, and have them overlap and stuff. You'd have to have a baseball pennant in your room too for that too? Who knows.

I have some of those energy saving light bulbs. I should have written the date on them of the day I bought them. Wouldn't that be cool? God, I have nothing interesting to say.

I get a new room for a month, and then I have to move again.

Man I'm interesting.

Athfest

Hello everyone. As you may well know, this weekend was the local music and art festival affectionately known as Athfest. Black Lips, Venice is Sinking, and the Hello Sir! Records night @ the 40 Watt. Good times, good times.

Last night was the HSR show @ the 40 Watt which was very very fun, but I drank too much and got tired like an old person. I also got too drunk and told every person I recognized from a local band that they did a good job. The trick to staying cool at these venues is to keep sort of quiet, and not drink too much. Hang out in the back. And not do what I did last night.

I'm "wrapping up" this Athfest with a "happy ending" as things "come" to a close. My friends have set up a dating show for me. Non televised of course, but three girls will compete for my affection. I know. It sounds silly, and sort of contrived, but I'm a pretty nice guy, so I hope I don't come off looking like Brett Michaels. All those sexual references are jokes too. I don't do nothin' on the first date. I did not choose Nerf.

This blog post is sort of sloppy, perhaps I am still recovering from the weekend. I'll try and come up with some more entertaining stuff later. I guess I will blog about the dating game.

p.s. sour skittles, good idea at first, hard to eat all of them.

what would summer be

In the fashion of this blog, I have decided that an update is in order (since I have neglected this thing on account of nothing to say and even less interest in trying to act like I have anything important to tell you). I'd also say "You've been warned" but that is played OUT.

I have to be completely moved out of my house a week to this day from now. I look around me and everything is completely the same (read: no cleaner than usual). I get this gut dropping feeling sometimes when I realize that most of the stuff in this house is mine (or at least I am the one responsible for it). We also have to paint many of the rooms (which I hope won't be a hassle). Hey, if three men (and a baby?) could do it, we can too. NOTE: We aren't painting like they are. We gotta make it all nice for the next people. Also, watch as much of that as you can, I know it's ten minutes, but it's Dancin, Steve whoever, and the guy who was almost Indiana Jones. And then you too can make references to Three Men and a Baby and people will say "That reference didn't even make sense."

I'm gonna drop the beat for some new muzak (a term I use simply for my own amusement, so please don't tell me how that's really something else). Check out some 8-bitchin' instrumental rock by the guys of Anamanaguchi. I especially enjoy "Helix Nebula" and "Flora/Fauna." Props to my buddy Randy who told me about them. Also, if you like Hip Hop, check out DJ KO. The song "Start it All Over" is pretty good. Especially if your lady is complaining about how "dehydrated" she is. That ain't no hangover man (unless you've been drinking Franzia, in which case, yes, you can be hungover before you are done being drunk off it).

Blog yell to Shannon and Chelsea who actually read this (because I should've mentioned something about that long ago). And Pink Room too (although I don't know who you are).

I hate always having the same response to the question "How's life?" School, work, drinking, oh and uh, I'm actually constructing my own lightsaber (ladies?).

okay so that's the Geekologie writer's thing. I revoke it.

I missed my 69'th post celebration (which depending on how you read that, is not true), so I'll tell you a joke about that that I heard once:
"What's six point nine?"
"A great thing ruined by a period."

If you send me a SASE with a coupon to little caesar's I'll give you the name of the guy who told me that so you can launch stones at him.

This post is all over the board. I had trouble separating my dreams from reality today as I was unsure whether or not a road block was still active, or if it had been moved. Turns out it was moved because I took my new lightsaber out on that shit while I was sleep training and went slap chop on those barriers.

I usually end my posts with some obscure, non relevant quote with hints of longing, so...

"Curling is a sport that I can get behind."

Wii

So I had a dream that I bought a Wii, and was setting it up with my friends. One of them said "I'm so glad that I hang out with people who actually make their American dreams come true." Why she said that it was an "American" dream is beyond me, but that's what she said. So I thought "You know what? I guess she's right, I've been wanting to get a Wii for awhile, but have never had the money until now..."

Then I realized what I had done and freaked out because I had done something stupid like paid for it with a check when I wasn't going to have the money for another week (and really shouldn't have bought the Wii anyway, since I need to save money this summer). DREAMS ARE FUNNY THINGS.

Athfest is coming up soon and I am going to have fun. I am going to have a good time.

I watched Love on the Run last night and really liked it. Unfortunately, it was the fifth installment of a set, and I've only seen the first one. It was still good.

I watched that and Hoop Dreams about two inner city kids who try to make their dream of playing in the NBA a reality. It's close to three hours and an emotionally draining experience.

What do they say about forgetting things? That you never really do? And that you just have trouble finding them amongst your memory? Isn't that when your body is supposed to help the brain, and be like "I'll take over from here." What the fuck does that mean?

I scanned a piece of paper yesterday and made it into a .pdf file and sent it to someone in an email. On an iMac. I felt so cool! Because if you are reading this blog, you probably need to read up on that too.

July Fools!

whirl

Have you EVER experienced the awful sensation of old dairy queen ice cream? When DQIC is suspended, and placed in a temperature lower than it should be, the water in the mixture separates slightly from the cream and sugar. What you are then left with is a stiff slop that splits apart in a very unappealing manner and tastes like regret. I girl I dated once told me that she thought I had a very negative view on life. This obviously rebukes that.

How much can you possibly say about the summer? If you can find a band that made music way ahead of its own time, then you can listen to it today and not be worried thinking "is someone going to think this is emo?"

Not a lot happened last night. Went to Garrett's house, went to Christopher's house, played revolving pictionary, drank, came home, went to sleep.

If it were up to me I'd eat indian and thai food all day and go see a movie

entertainment

If you haven't noticed yet, my personal music selection via the hype machine has been updated. There you'll find many of the songs which I grew up listening to. If you can listen to any of them and don't find yourself thinking about middle school then congratulations.

The summer seems to officially be here, with trips to water parks, moon light kayaking, cook outs, late night pool parties, and very little money and time to partake in any of them. The worst part is, all I want to do is just work even more.

It's not the summer's fault that it's boring me though. There's a certain amount of boredom that one will accept when there is a high level of predictability in his or her future. So then what? Must I need some sort of spectacular thing to happen, like being awoken by firecrackers? I find myself daydreaming during my unwaveringly monotonous job only to get off work and have nothing to do.

Yesterday my friends went out of town and they asked me to go to their house to let the dogs out. I was pretty bored over at my own house, so I went to theirs and watched tv. It felt somewhat post-apocalyptic to be in their house with out them there. If I had felt like being strange, I could have pretended they were there, and talked to them. They don't know I thought that, but will find out when they read this. Anyone else seen One Hour Photo?

faces

The energy required to lift oneself up from the bootstraps, which the devil himself had ordered especially. Enough smoke and mirrors to make you think you're drunk, reverberating the past to your own agenda with the obsolete hopes of obtaining some sort of answer. Listening closely and losing interest in the very thing which can save you. Exhaling the thoughts and dissatisfaction of the day, you eagerly await names and harlequin aspirations which only briefly enter your world. Amazing and awful are the notions by which you live a suspended life, dragged by aspirations which shoo away the present which nips at your heels. Distracted and bloodied, a proposal of reform only agitates and slowly seeps into the mind. Death then awaits you around a corner, or perhaps taps its foot underneath your bed. Aloof and unstable, how will you create a world in which nothing can possibly threaten your sense of content?

my tv is sort of like fast food

Sometimes I over indulge in it and it makes me sick. Got a little high and played video games for about three hours strait. Had two beers. Felt good, and now it's wearing off. How short the rewards are for such things. Instant gratification is my enemy.

Bad movie ending:
guy in suit stands soaked in a fountain, staring at the camera, yelling and occasionally slipping back into the water. "You two are crazy!" he says. Girl and guy enter shot on each side, in front of him, staring at each other. They don't say anything, but look affectionately into each others eyes and smile. They kiss. Cue dolly shot pulling away from them with the flustered guy in suit walking away (or something). Couple still kissing. Cue end credit song.

What movie is that? I don't know, I just thought of that scene the other day.

It's already ten o'clock! Where did the day go........ where......

I feel hungry but don't want to eat anything here. Don't want to eat. Don't want to drink. Don't want to get high. Don't want to go outside. How dull.

"It was a night for drinking. I had watched three movies that day on the high channels, but only remembered the title of two of them. "What the fuck was that first one?" I said quietly to myself. My legs are crossed, and I'm smoking a cigarette, sitting in the sun room. I can see the front door from here, and I keep imagining people walking through it. The kitchen is small. I've lit candles in there in an old holder my sister has left at the house. They are for no one. I walk over to the fridge and open the freezer to grab the vodka. A few ice cubes, probably more vodka than I had originally planned to pour, and the rest of an already opened energy drink (this is my third drink). I'm listening to music, and realize that I haven't really talked to anyone that day. There are no pets here, and my sister is somewhere else. I walk up the stairs which turn to the right at the end, and go into my room. It's quaint, and there is very little in it. A bed, desk, television, and some musical equipment. There is more music playing. There is music playing everywhere in the house. I hate when it's quiet in there. My sister's room is at the other end of the hall. There is a bed made, and a bunch of half unpacked boxes. She isn't normally home. The last thing I remember doing with her is going grocery shopping. I brought back mustard with out a squeeze top. "Are you sure you want that kind?" she asked. "Yeah' I say "this is fancier" and put it in the cart. She scared the fuck out of me one time by leaving the door open while I was asleep. I woke up and there it was. "Is someone here?!" I yelled. I grabbed something heavy and prepared to hit someone. I put things in the bathroom that looked nice. The walls were pretty boring in that house. I don't remember having a lot of people over there. We had a fire once, but the chute was closed or something at first, so the house smelled like burnt wood for a few days after that. And for as lonely as that sounds, I was having a better time than I am now."