I had a dream where I had a violent gash on my scalp. It was gross... it wasn't the first dream I had about a headwound on me though. It freaks me out.

define ghetto:
i can't find ice cubes to put into a ziploc bag for my swelling insect bite... so I tape a couple of mr. freezies to my leg until i get ice.

UPDATE: I now have ice, and am no longer Ghetto Fab.

fuck it, i'm going alone.

I think I'll go to Wilco by myself. I'm not gonna sit on this, and besides, if I like them as much as I do, I'd want to go to a live show... right?

Anyways, Wilco tomorrow at Metropolis - $36.

I have a job interview at Bureau En Gros today. I'm a little afraid that my french won't be up to par for the job, which is really just working at the copy machines and sometimes at the register.

I hope I get a job. I'm tired of job searching. Really tired.

Ever have a secret that you desperately wanted to let out? Go here, scroll to the bottom, and don't be afraid. Post Secret's not really a blog, as much as it is a gallery. Postcards are sent in anonymously to the author of the blog, and are posted online. It's an artistic method of release for people who need to let go of things that they've kept inside for too long.

Click Here for my Black Box project.

The black box project was a drama class project where I had to create a death scene using only audio, like a real black box. I used Audacity for sound editing, a Logitech USB microphone to record voice, my cell phone's voicemail for the phone bits, and a bunch of sounds taken off the net, remastered and edited to fit with the project. Took me about 5 hours of work, plus random bits of time across a week or two to gather opinions for edits. This is the final version, submitted earlier today.

The comment? "Very good. It sounds great... Eerily calm, I like it."

If you're unfamiliar with RapidShare, just click "Free" at the bottom of the page, and then wait for the timer to run down. When it hits zero, you'll get a download link. Just right click, save as, and enjoy.

I have a new phone. Email me for the new number.

Rage is down again... I'm getting a 404 when I try to access the site. Is this happening to anyone else?

Man in Vader mask plays a prank on his wife.

It's fucking hilarious.

I just got back from the doc today. He's a really cool guy. It's been like 5 years since I last got a checkup. I was talking about my future in whatever field I go into, and he was full of good advice. Stuff like "you'll never really know whether or not you'll enjoy it until you actually do it." I noticed he wrote it down next to my physical info, quick notes like "Ambitious! Looking to be in Digital Systems, Culinary Arts..."

So according to him, I'm physically alright, and I'm just getting over a cold. He told me there was a buildup in my left ear, so I asked if he could clean it out. What a mistake that was. He scratched the inside of my ear ("Well, I got a bit of that wax, and I have a notch of skin here..."), so now I'm sitting with a wad of cotton in my ear. I'm waiting until I stop feeling the bleeding before changing the swab. I'm kinda scared of taking it off, it's the thought of BLOOD COMING OUT OF MY EARS that scares me. I think I'll be okay though.

I also was prescribed a bottle of cough medicine from him. It's got codeine in it, so it can't be used in the morning or afternoon. I'm tempted to use it in the morning... but I'll be asleep across the day.

Watching the Usual Suspects in french really adds a new dimension to the film. Same goes for the Empire Strikes Back.