8.27.2003
8.26.2003
I'm going insane living in this house.
The closest thing to food in my house is this cocktail sausage thing my Dad made, except for the fact that it was pre-canned and tastes like the inside of a dying rabid goat. It's nice that he made something, except that it really... No.
I've eaten Ramen for about a week now, and it's driving me insane. I can't go another day eating boiled noodles in soup that doesn't taste like the flavour advertised. I can't go for another soup in general, unless it has stuff that can be chewed. I'll try and cook something last minute, before I go as crazy as the state of California.
As for the smell, my Dad had the bright idea of buying pigskin by the pound and making homemade Pork Rinds. Now the whole house smells deep fried, and I feel so dirty walking into the kitchen now. I keep thinking he's running a Grease racket, and collecting large amounts of grease in order to make money. And as crazy as that may be, it could damn well be true. It's also kinda scary seeing him walking around the house wearing only boxer shorts in the morning. Not a pretty sight to wake up to.
In other news, the RIAA's newest PSA was leaked on the internet today. View it here.
Good thing it's fake.
The closest thing to food in my house is this cocktail sausage thing my Dad made, except for the fact that it was pre-canned and tastes like the inside of a dying rabid goat. It's nice that he made something, except that it really... No.
I've eaten Ramen for about a week now, and it's driving me insane. I can't go another day eating boiled noodles in soup that doesn't taste like the flavour advertised. I can't go for another soup in general, unless it has stuff that can be chewed. I'll try and cook something last minute, before I go as crazy as the state of California.
As for the smell, my Dad had the bright idea of buying pigskin by the pound and making homemade Pork Rinds. Now the whole house smells deep fried, and I feel so dirty walking into the kitchen now. I keep thinking he's running a Grease racket, and collecting large amounts of grease in order to make money. And as crazy as that may be, it could damn well be true. It's also kinda scary seeing him walking around the house wearing only boxer shorts in the morning. Not a pretty sight to wake up to.
In other news, the RIAA's newest PSA was leaked on the internet today. View it here.
Good thing it's fake.
8.23.2003
8.22.2003
Secret text day, and there's only like 3 people who can read this.
I always wondered where those 2000 hits came from. I get an average of 120 per week, and I have no clue who reads. maybe it's just because I check in too often. But still, I'd rather be hopeful and think it's because there's people reading.
Pfft, sure. Okay. Most of the people in the links + people on the tagboard are readers, but really now. Where would the rest come from?
Alex, if you pass by here, sorry about my down-ness today. You're right. I had no right to be down. I still think today sucked though. Sorry.
I really have nothing to say today. Nothing big happened, nothing interesting. It was really really really boring. Understatement of the year...Yeah.
Haw haw, my day sucked. I can't even joke about it in this text.
I always wondered where those 2000 hits came from. I get an average of 120 per week, and I have no clue who reads. maybe it's just because I check in too often. But still, I'd rather be hopeful and think it's because there's people reading.
Pfft, sure. Okay. Most of the people in the links + people on the tagboard are readers, but really now. Where would the rest come from?
Alex, if you pass by here, sorry about my down-ness today. You're right. I had no right to be down. I still think today sucked though. Sorry.
I really have nothing to say today. Nothing big happened, nothing interesting. It was really really really boring. Understatement of the year...Yeah.
Haw haw, my day sucked. I can't even joke about it in this text.
8.21.2003
8.19.2003
Quiz result day.
YOU ARE MARRIED TO A WoODCHUCK!!!
what's YOUR deepest secret?
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Leapfrog position-
Guy's are dominant in this position and girls...you
liked to be told "Who's your
daddy!!!"
What Sexual Position are You?
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YOU ARE MARRIED TO A WoODCHUCK!!!
what's YOUR deepest secret?
brought to you by Quizilla
Leapfrog position-
Guy's are dominant in this position and girls...you
liked to be told "Who's your
daddy!!!"
What Sexual Position are You?
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8.18.2003
no substitute for a healthy smile.
So here is some white text that few will realize is here. It's not too hard to find, but some might be hard pressed to find out what I say. I'll just have a giant post of white text, and people will be "???". Like last time, if you find this, please don't ruin the surprise for others. I'd say stuff that I wouldn't tell others in white text, but no one is stupid, and everyone will figure out to highlight, sooner or later. When they do, that'll be cool.
Hey asshole, you still owe me 6 bucks.
Haha, no one owes me money. I probably owe them, to be honest.
There's a lot to say, but it'll be odd to have a giant post of (what seems like) nothing. That'll be pretty funny actually. I mean, they come to the site and see this big block of nothing, and it's like "...?" Yeah.
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So here is some white text that few will realize is here. It's not too hard to find, but some might be hard pressed to find out what I say. I'll just have a giant post of white text, and people will be "???". Like last time, if you find this, please don't ruin the surprise for others. I'd say stuff that I wouldn't tell others in white text, but no one is stupid, and everyone will figure out to highlight, sooner or later. When they do, that'll be cool.
Hey asshole, you still owe me 6 bucks.
Haha, no one owes me money. I probably owe them, to be honest.
There's a lot to say, but it'll be odd to have a giant post of (what seems like) nothing. That'll be pretty funny actually. I mean, they come to the site and see this big block of nothing, and it's like "...?" Yeah.
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cryptic messages. which are from Radiohead covers and stuff. If you do realize this text is here, please don't ruin it for others.
i like you.
i like you. you are a wonderful person. i'm full of enthusiasm. i'm going places. i'll be happy to help you.
i am an important person. would you like to come home with me?
the most essential thing in life is to establish a heartfelt communication with others.
I like this song.
It's catchy.
Listen to this bit coming up.
Listen.
Listen.
There!
Isn't that bit amazing?
Wait.
I'll play it again.
i like you.
i like you. you are a wonderful person. i'm full of enthusiasm. i'm going places. i'll be happy to help you.
i am an important person. would you like to come home with me?
the most essential thing in life is to establish a heartfelt communication with others.
I like this song.
It's catchy.
Listen to this bit coming up.
Listen.
Listen.
There!
Isn't that bit amazing?
Wait.
I'll play it again.
This blog post will, will not communicate these thoughts and the strain I am under.
I felt like saying that with no real reasoning behind why. It's 12:15 in the morning, I'm starting to get tired. I'm writing an email to a friend, and talking to another. I'm plotting things for tomorrow, things involving birthdays, presents, and insanity. I spent an hour or so talking to a friend over the phone. We tried to make each other laugh, since we both weren't in the greatest mood.
I didn't want to say it over the phone, but I really care for her. I care a lot. I never told her this, but whenever she calls and she feels down, I think of it as my... well, not my job, but a sort of... unwritten responsibility to make her feel better. Maybe not completely better, but at the very least, I try to make her crack a smile, or a giggle. I just do this because I want to. I was never asked, and I never ask for anything back. Knowing she's better is enough for me.
And when she reads this, I want her to know, your friends will always be here for you.
I hope that wasn't too sappy or anything. I just wanted to get that off my chest. Just wanted to let that out. I'm looking up now, clock says 12:37. Wow.
I feel as if my body is telling me, "Hey man, slow down. Idiot, slow down."
Outta here.
I felt like saying that with no real reasoning behind why. It's 12:15 in the morning, I'm starting to get tired. I'm writing an email to a friend, and talking to another. I'm plotting things for tomorrow, things involving birthdays, presents, and insanity. I spent an hour or so talking to a friend over the phone. We tried to make each other laugh, since we both weren't in the greatest mood.
I didn't want to say it over the phone, but I really care for her. I care a lot. I never told her this, but whenever she calls and she feels down, I think of it as my... well, not my job, but a sort of... unwritten responsibility to make her feel better. Maybe not completely better, but at the very least, I try to make her crack a smile, or a giggle. I just do this because I want to. I was never asked, and I never ask for anything back. Knowing she's better is enough for me.
And when she reads this, I want her to know, your friends will always be here for you.
I hope that wasn't too sappy or anything. I just wanted to get that off my chest. Just wanted to let that out. I'm looking up now, clock says 12:37. Wow.
I feel as if my body is telling me, "Hey man, slow down. Idiot, slow down."
Outta here.
8.17.2003
Hangover Therapy
Watching Cowboy Bebop, I heard of the Prarie Oyster. From what I've gathered, it works well for hangovers. Found this info at Jazz Mess' message board, so credit goes to them for this info. Also to them, for actually having the recipe.
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PRAIRIE OYSTER IV
1 egg yolk
2 or 3 grinds black pepper
1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
1 1/2 ounces port
Celery salt to taste.
Slip the unbroken egg yolk into a 4 to 6-ounce wineglass, sour glass or champagne saucer glass. Season with pepper, add the Worcestershire sauce, and pour in the port. Season to taste with celery salt.
When drinking, the egg yolk should be swallowed whole.
Serves 1.
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Have fun with that one. Just don't go drink too much. Alcohol poisoning is really bad. So is colliding head on with a Mack 18-wheeler.
8.15.2003
8.10.2003
Decided to take one of the quizzes on Alex's blog.
My result:
You are Only in Dreams, the last track off of the
Blue album. You are one of the most beautiful
things in creation. You send a simple, but
strong message to those hopeless romantics out
there. Keep doing whatever you're doing, it
makes people feel good.
Which cool =weezer= song are you?
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In other news, I miss Alex. She's gone till friday, and I've got no one to talk to. Hint hint.
Ring ring. Nudge nudge wink wink. Catch my drift?
Today's thing I find cool: Pinkerton, Weezer's sophomore effort. I picked it up for $13 and it's made me feel... um... happier. I recommend this a lot.
And the thing I don't find cool: St. Anger, by Metallica.
JSP at Six Six Five said it best:
Dear Metallica,
My result:
You are Only in Dreams, the last track off of the
Blue album. You are one of the most beautiful
things in creation. You send a simple, but
strong message to those hopeless romantics out
there. Keep doing whatever you're doing, it
makes people feel good.
Which cool =weezer= song are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
In other news, I miss Alex. She's gone till friday, and I've got no one to talk to. Hint hint.
Ring ring. Nudge nudge wink wink. Catch my drift?
Today's thing I find cool: Pinkerton, Weezer's sophomore effort. I picked it up for $13 and it's made me feel... um... happier. I recommend this a lot.
And the thing I don't find cool: St. Anger, by Metallica.
JSP at Six Six Five said it best:
Dear Metallica,
STOP FUCKING TRYING
8.02.2003
Listening to Radiohead's live performance at Musique Plus. They actually sound much better live. I'm not saying that the album work is bad, I just think that it always sounds better during a live show because... there's no mixing or remastering, it's just delivered raw as it is. Anyways, it's quite a good listen. The songs are almost all from their latest album, "Hail to the Thief."
Setlist: 1. Go To Sleep
2. Sail to the Moon
3. A Punchup at a Wedding
4. No Surprises (from OK Computer)
5. I will
6. There There
7. Everything in It's Right Place (Off the Kid A album)
8. Karma Police (from OK Computer [one of their best albums])
9. Like Spinning Plates (From Amnesiac)
All the songs are really well done, especially considering they were performed with only an acoustic guitar and Thom's vocals. I also think there was a keyboard and synthesizer. The songs aren't depressing at all, in my opinion, and are pretty... I don't know, uplifting?
I couldn't help but be impressed by Thom Yorke's lyrical skills. Where else would you hear lyrics like "Karma Police, arrest this man. He speaks in maths, he buzzes like a fridge."? Or that one from Talk Show Host, "You want me? Well fucking well come and find me. I'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches."
I'm done raving about Radiohead.
So, what's up with you?
Setlist: 1. Go To Sleep
2. Sail to the Moon
3. A Punchup at a Wedding
4. No Surprises (from OK Computer)
5. I will
6. There There
7. Everything in It's Right Place (Off the Kid A album)
8. Karma Police (from OK Computer [one of their best albums])
9. Like Spinning Plates (From Amnesiac)
All the songs are really well done, especially considering they were performed with only an acoustic guitar and Thom's vocals. I also think there was a keyboard and synthesizer. The songs aren't depressing at all, in my opinion, and are pretty... I don't know, uplifting?
I couldn't help but be impressed by Thom Yorke's lyrical skills. Where else would you hear lyrics like "Karma Police, arrest this man. He speaks in maths, he buzzes like a fridge."? Or that one from Talk Show Host, "You want me? Well fucking well come and find me. I'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches."
I'm done raving about Radiohead.
So, what's up with you?
8.01.2003
Warped. Today. And I'm not there. Because of that, I've disappointed one friend, to the point that I'm thinking she's mad at me. And at the point where I thought that things couldn't get any worse, I turned around and left. Just ran from my problems. I broke a rule in my book.
Don't run from my problems.
Well, I've certainly gone up shit creek now, no paddle, rafting on 3 attached pieces of plywood with a torn sail in the middle.
To be honest, I would've gone just for aformention friend. Done the right thing, got that shirt and CD, and listened to good music. But I didn't because I'm only finding $15 in my wallet, and none from the parents because I need to work for it. Well, shit. I'm too young for a job, much less a job at a place I'd actually consider working at.
And now I'm miserable. Could it get any worse? ...yeah.
St. Anger by Metallica, it's stuck in my head, and I want to hammer it (it being my head) in. With the back end of the hammer.
And to remedy it, I'm listening to Radiohead.
Joy.
Enough of my bullshit rantings, it's no use at all anyways, it's not like posting it on some site that no one sees will do any good anyways. I never completely understood the reasoning behind this. Other people have their reasons, but I have no sort of motivation to write here. I talk to most all people reading this anyways, with the exception of two or three people. Hell, I can't even remember why I started this.
I guess... I guess it's just so I can do this. Publicize my thoughts. Bring things down a level so it can be transferred digitally into words on your screen.
Why?
I wish I knew. But it's oddly motivating to think about how people who never met you would be able to follow you life story by just reading some words banged out on a half working keyboard that has sticky keys because of many spilled Coke incidents.
I'm done.
Don't run from my problems.
Well, I've certainly gone up shit creek now, no paddle, rafting on 3 attached pieces of plywood with a torn sail in the middle.
To be honest, I would've gone just for aformention friend. Done the right thing, got that shirt and CD, and listened to good music. But I didn't because I'm only finding $15 in my wallet, and none from the parents because I need to work for it. Well, shit. I'm too young for a job, much less a job at a place I'd actually consider working at.
And now I'm miserable. Could it get any worse? ...yeah.
St. Anger by Metallica, it's stuck in my head, and I want to hammer it (it being my head) in. With the back end of the hammer.
And to remedy it, I'm listening to Radiohead.
Joy.
Enough of my bullshit rantings, it's no use at all anyways, it's not like posting it on some site that no one sees will do any good anyways. I never completely understood the reasoning behind this. Other people have their reasons, but I have no sort of motivation to write here. I talk to most all people reading this anyways, with the exception of two or three people. Hell, I can't even remember why I started this.
I guess... I guess it's just so I can do this. Publicize my thoughts. Bring things down a level so it can be transferred digitally into words on your screen.
Why?
I wish I knew. But it's oddly motivating to think about how people who never met you would be able to follow you life story by just reading some words banged out on a half working keyboard that has sticky keys because of many spilled Coke incidents.
I'm done.
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