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Monday, May 30th, 2005
7:08 am	show me your boobies, it's my birthdizzle last night i slept for 3 hours and tonight i have yet to sleep any. i'll be surprised if there's any coherence present within this entry at all. nevertheless, here goes. i haven't written in awhile. i don't mean just in livejournal, that goes without saying. i mean written anything anywhere in awhile. and that's gross to me. the only time i really feel like a person, like i'm living, is when i'm writing. because it feels like it's my voice, like i'm actually using my vocal chords. and it doesn't matter that i'm mute sonically; i'm such a mess of insecurity and hesitation out in the social world, half of the time i spend talking to a person is devoted to regretting that which i've already said and ruminating over that which could have been said. so i spend a lot of time not talking. and i hate that. and i know there's a lot to be said about a person's anxieties, about their inhibitions and how those inhibitions determine what a person chooses to say and/or not say. even though i'll often find myself not saying much, that nevertheless does say much about me, about the kind of person i am. i can't escape that. but writing is a way to break those paradigms, self-constructed or not. i just really feel like i'm speaking that way, like i really do have a voice. i don't really know where i'm going with this, or why i'm choosing this direction. i guess it's just that i like speaking, and i feel like i do it loudest when my mouth is shut. i'm going back to madison tuesday and i feel like it's goodbye this time. i've never felt this way about anything in my life, besides when i moved from rockville to potomac. i'm staying in wisconsin for the summer, and carrying over for the fall. and it's this immense sadness bearing down on me, just this sticky thick mass of...i don't know, raw nerves, sensitivity. i have to leave here i don't want to be here and i really feel like it's time to move on, i'm on an independence drive, staying here is really, i don't know, i can't function right here, i feel off, off-balanced emotionally and mentally. and there are people whom i love, people here that i love and that i'll miss whose decisions have affected my own, whose dispositions have colored my own, who i can't escape and don't want to, or maybe i do want to because i'd think about them less and hurt about them less but i can't. and all of you, i really love you, i really do, i love my good friends and those friends i've drifted away from, i love those who've neglected me and those whom i've neglected, i love those who i've never even talked to, just thought about talking to because i stared at them too long saw something in their faces, random not-even-acquaintances whom i recognized by sight and always hoped to talk to but just never ended up doing so with. i just can't articulate it. christ it's bright out. Current Mood: tired Current Music: nico-i'll keep it with mine (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, March 14th, 2005
2:02 pm	unemployment is just a phone call away "hey, brian, i know this is really irresponsible of me but i'm not going to be able to work between the 18th and the 27th, i'll be at home." "and you just found out about this?" "uh...yeah...is there any way i can make up for it, can i work some extra days before or after?" "no, you're done. i can't deal with this anymore." "i understand." and then, you know, we left off with a "TOODLES, TTYL BFF!" man. fired. my ass has been fired. they fired my ass. but thankfully the rest of my body is still employed. jk, lol. this is just...it's really upsetting. granted, this is totally and utterly my fault. but...well, no, there's no reason to say "granted," because the fact that this is my doing, that my doing is my undoing, is the most hurtful part about it. it'd be one thing if i could be righteously indignant over the whole thing. but that's one thing i can't be, this was my responsibility and i let it go. i'm getting too worked up over this. and fuck you Crybaby Wah Wah pedal. stop mocking me. oh well. it's a learning experience, is it not? i still made money out of it, i heard some new loud and lovely music, i have new ice skating companions, i discovered "tramp" clothing (there's seriously a brand called "tramp." what's the appeal in that? would "fucking whore" apparel sell just as well?), and i got my manager to start writing again, which makes me feel pretty wonderful, actually, and hopefully him, too. my name is gobulbasaur and i am the most terrifying competitor on yahoochess.com. Current Mood: irresponsible Current Music: beck-bottle of blues (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 5th, 2005
5:49 pm	i will remember you it's finally happened: i bought a sarah mclachlan cd. i suppose it was inevitable. Current Mood: tummy ache-ful Current Music: sarah mclachlan "hold on" (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004
2:59 pm	"this is bush country" so it turns out that the men's bathroom is not the place to meet hot chicks. Current Mood: enlightened Current Music: motherfucker!, "rock-a-my-soul" frank black francis (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, November 1st, 2004
12:38 pm	my tummy hurts. fuck you caramel ice cream in a large cup. the words of the week are "motherfucker" and "neat." halloween in madison starts on friday, and goes on every weekend night except for sunday. halloween is every day except for halloween. and i think that's funny. i also think it's funny when it's a friday "halloween" night, and you're walking down state street, and you're costume-less. and some guy, some orange-dyed drunk-ass guy, gives you the look over and says "nice costume...cock!" and then five minutes later you see an actual cock walking down the street. because that's what happened to me, and that was about the time i decided to go home. i recently got me "the arcade fire"'s cd. you know that feeling you get when you listen to a really good song, that cold shivery feeling, as if someone pried open your chest like a window and a gust of wind blew inside your outsides, and you get goosebumps all over? i got that feeling for the entire cd. it's really lovely, i want everyone to hear it and get goosebumps. yesterday was saturday. i worked for 8 hours and then went to the ragstock "are you afraid of the dark" viewing party and after i was all partied out (and by partied out, i mean after sitting on the couch for an hour watching drunk coworkers instead of watching are you afraid of the dark because the tape it was supposed to be on was somehow accidentally and quite mysteriously taped over with ralph nader speeches), i went home and made a mix tape. truth be told, it's a terrible tape; the flow's all wrong, it flows like oatmeal, it doesn't flow at all...and there are a lot of technical defects and awkward eternally long silences between songs...but i fucking love it. i'm so proud of my D student of a mix tape, i love how awkward it is, how it goes from ray charles to black eyes, from nico to radiohead, from the liars to fucking leadbelly. i named it "motherfucker!" since that's the word of the week. and i think that's neat. my hair is short and blue/black. i have bruise hair. zelda dyed it/cut it for me. she's thirty years old, has more piercings than a boys bathroom has smelly smells, and is privy to saying "my feet are nunchucks" before launching into the air and shrieking while scissor kicking her knee-high-socked and black-booted legs. yeah...i like her a lot. good night, bitches. "bitches" is a term of endearment. good night, bitches. Current Music: "motherfucker!" by jared harvey; nico-fairest of the seasons (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 23rd, 2004
4:30 pm	don't you love her as she's walking out the door i feel very humble and relaxed, and at the same time, sexually frustrated as hell. i hate my penis. and my penis hates my inclination towards sobriety. oh well. fuck him. that's meant to be an expression of exasperation, but, if i were feeling punny, i could say that that's a plea. but i'm not feeling punny. so fuck him. i took a walk to the capitol today and wrote about my insecurities, the elements of erotocism and societal law that combine to form a citizen, and squirrels. it was neat. i like bob dylan a lot. that's where my feelings of humility are coming from; that type of feeling is somewhat foreigh to me, but ol' bobby's planted this strange humble root in me and i feel really appreciative of everything and just feel like watching and listening and thinking and wondering and smiling and it's nice, i feel like a buddhist, one that wears 60 dollar shoes and types his way through cyberspace on a daily basis. nirvana, here i come. what else is up, i wonder? i'm working at the ragstock, a thrift store, for 6 dollars an hour about 20 hours a week. my co-workers are crazy...they're all very funny, and one of them, this kid joey, is fucking brilliant. i can't imagine what goes on in his afro-covered head. i don't know what else to write about. outside my dorm-room window my roommate posted "Sean McCarthy sucks a major nut." i don't know who sean mccarthy is, but, thankfully, i do know that he sucks on major nuts, as opposed to wasting his time on minor ones. i'm going to make a mix tape today. i feel like reminding myself of why i listen to music. a pretty girl told me that i have a very nervous personality, and that i'm a virgin. i did my best to laugh it off at the time, but to be honest, it really shook me up...literally, i think i was shaking. i was unaware that i was this readable. she said it offhand, as if she were commenting on the stocks being up, or the sky being cloudy, or a banana being riper than usual. jesus. i fucking hate girls, and the fact that i really like them, especially when i don't understand them, at all. i'm seeing a show tonight with emily who, after much discussion, has come to the conclusion that her boobs are very big. i still don't like it here. Current Mood: whatev Current Music: the doors (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 2nd, 2004
12:25 pm	An e-mail from my cognitive psychologist, Ph.D Excellentizzle. By the way, tell me the name of that band again. I'm interested in hearing new stuff. It gets harder to tap into new music when you have kids, etc. Word, Dr. C Current Mood: excellentizzle Current Music: Aqua Teen Hunger Force (13 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 19th, 2004
2:42 pm	I don't have to love you now if i don't wish to. i've got king lear to read, 20 pages of "Modern Linguistics" to read, a few 12-page each journalism articles to read, and a page of IPM system translations to translate...and here i am, livejournaling away. at least i have my priorities straight. jack kerouac is staring at his reflection in the window of a Lower East Side New York bar, the zombified Aqua Teen Hunger Force+Carl are giving me some mecha-intimidating stares, and Space Ghost is frozen in time and in mid-air on his way to the coast and from the coast, coast to coast...all on my dorm-room wall. i'm sitting in a small cubicle, lamp unlit, door shut, bed above my head. tonight i begin 91.7 WSUM radio training and watch Adult Swim with Kelly. I'm in love with my modern lit TA, because she's lovely and wonderful and rides her bike down State Street to frequent the bar that she won't tell any of her students the name of. I wrote a 3-page long music review, and the Rocky Horror Picture Show was awesome. My door just slammed without provocation. Stephanie said sorry for beating me and Ami in Sorry. Dishwalla and big boobs are my guilty pleasures. Yesterday I bought Gabriel Cabrera Infante's paperback edition of "Three Trapped Tigers" for fifty cents. Today I blamed Christie for my obsession with abortions. It's stuffy in here, but I'm too lazy to turn on a fan, and I think that's a metaphor for this self-imposed funk I have yet to get out of. I have to get out of this self-imposed funk. College is weird. Current Mood: apathetic Current Music: The Magnetic Fields (13 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 11th, 2004
6:18 pm	things happen when you don't write in your livejournal for 3 months. then again, things happen when you do write in your livejournal for 3 months; things happen when you do and don't write in your livejournal for X amount of time. but, come to think of it, more things probably happen when you don't write in your livejournal, because you're spending more time out on the town eating vegetarian sandwiches and buying orange chocolate chip ice cream at a shop next to your University of Wisconsin dormitory at 1 am and reading the Tears of Eros under a tree and playing neutral milk hotel at open mic nights and almost buying a Batman Returns T-shirt at the Ragstock thrift shop and watching Resident Evil 2 with Ami and Ari and making fun of Resident Evil 2 with Ami and Ari and saying "Bow chika bow wow" when the scantily clad heroine of Resident Evil 2 tells the 7 year-old Resident Evil 2 girl that she has pretty blonde Resident Evil 2 hair and you're going to cuba 2 months before and you're writing 8 pages about all of the nymphomaniac nymphets that flirt with you and other boys up and down Havana's rubble-ridden streets and 2 months later you're back at the University of Wisconsin and you're taking linguistics and comparative literature and journalism and anthropology and calling lots of people from home because you're the lonely sober kid that walks State Street at night trying to find posters advertising the student-run radio station and you're coming home from that local band His and Her Vanities show with notebook in hand because you have to review their show for the music magazine, and you have to think of bands to list that sound something like that awful band Faghat, whose costumes remind you of what outfits would result if the Village People and Glam rock went trick or treating together. They would knock on the door of Ziggy Stardust era David Bowie, and they'd say "trick or treat" and he in all his Ziggy Stardust attire and androgynous glory would look them up and down and answer "Wow, man, that's a little...that's a little out there." And all the while you're walking down State Street and 28,000 undergrads are stumbling past you and your notebook, ambling in a drunken stupor and the song that comes to mind is "the only living boy in new york" by simon and garfunkel, or maybe that's not the title of the song but those are the lyrics that surface in your mind incessantly like bright little buoys in dark water. and sometimes it makes you smile and sometimes it doesn't, and you interrupt your own pace and turn around and give a dollar to the bum standing on the side of the street that blessed you aloud even though you avoided eye contact with him as you passed him, and you do this whether the drunken streets made you smile or not. at least, that's my guess as to what you do when you're not writing in livejournal. I mean, you know. I'm not you. Current Mood: uncomfortable Current Music: carlos montoya (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, June 10th, 2004
1:38 pm	i left all my cd's in the car (the car which i finally got back from the repairshop, thank the lizzord), so i feared that i would have nothing to listen to as i updated this here livejournal. but, to my delight, neutral milk hotel was lounging around in my cd player, and all is well in my auditory world. so. what to write about. i decided that, before my work day begins, today will be a writing day; music, poetry, prose, and or and/or or all of the above, i don't know. i guess this is my warm-up. let's see. i once heard the phrase "a romantic interlude" and i really liked it. it's like a short and sweet passing flirtation, one that threatens to pass you by on the sidewalk, but then you turn and grab it and cradle it and then let it go and disentangle yourself from it, and then both of you resume your journey to work, because it made you sweaty and late. maybe that only makes sense to me. i think that's okay, though. i saw minus the bear with katie last night. though i admit i was a bit reluctant to go (only katie knows exactly how reluctant), they put on a really great show, i was bouncing and gyrating along indiscriminately. i was reunited with mae and peter the schecter and tina there, and it was without a doubt a nice time. my pj's are more comfortable than yours. there are a lot of people i need to see, a lot that i need to hang out with before i exile myself to wisconsin. i haven't seen or talked to megan or carrie in a long time, which is most certainly a crime, punishable by death in some countries i bet. i'm sure there are many more names, i'm just not thinking of them right now. speaking of wisconsin, i went to orientation there last weekend. orientation was not my bag. i really hardly liked anyone there, which is, to say the least, somewhat of a downer. but i have my classes for the first semester all picked out: linguistics, anthropology, psychology, and journalism. i'm excited. and even more exciting, my therapist was complaining about all the complexities of requesting client-reimbursement, and i told him that that was "horribizzle." he agreed wholeheartedly. i don't understand people. they all confuse me. everyone seems to have a different outlook on the same thing, a different perspective from which they view a certain subject. and it just confuses me. it's hard to make sure their opinions don't fog my own vision. i'm coming to the conclusion that everyone has his/her own way of simplifying things that don't make sense to him/her, that some things really are very complex, but the way one chooses to simplify something gives birth to an opinion. a lot of times i like to say "fuck that, it's complex, i'll just leave it at that." but i'm pretty analytical, so it's not that easy. let's just suffice it to say that i don't understand you, but i don't understand me, too, so we're even. i don't understand neutral milk hotel either, but they're still lovely. so i met tess and that yielded a romantic interlude. it was nice, short-lived, too short-lived, and it made me late to work, fulfilling the prerequisites described earlier in this ranty fucking thing. she moved out to california only a few days after i realized that we live in the same neighborhood and enjoy kissing each other. oh well. such is life. the literary magazine was finally published! woooo! talia stopped by my work and gave me a free copy, which was much appreciated. i got five pieces in, two of which were listed in the features section, and that was pretty flattering. my only beef (and me being a vegetarian, when i've got beef, it's a big deal) was that the editors added quite a few spelling errors, grammatical errors, and word deletions into my pieces...some of which were relatively small, others of which distorted meaning. and i'm really not a fan of that kind of thing. oh well, i'm excited to read the entire magazine, and see what my former classmates have to say about love and teen angst and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. and that's a wrap. Current Mood: shazam Current Music: "1939" (i think that's what it's called) neutral milk hotel (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 24th, 2004
10:43 pm	big fucking update (or "Fupdate") i haven't been writing lately and i haven't updated in at least a month, so i thought i'd kill two birds with one stone and update my livejournal. that, and katie just told me to "update my el-gay." had she said "lj," i probably would have brushed her off, but since she said "el-gay," i feel obligated to do so. i know not why. nevertheless, update, update and away. so coachella happened in california, and i happened to see it happen, and it was in-fucking-credible. it's truly impossible to describe the impact the pixies had on me...throughout the show i was shaking like an epileptic, my forehead was falling over and i kept catching it with one hand and combing my sweaty hair back with the other dirt-stained hand...i screamed every song and i couldn't stop my body from gyrating or my mouth from smiling and screaming "this monkey's gone to heaven," which were lyrics i could completely relate to, me feeling like some crazy animalistic emotionally driven teenager that had died and gone to heaven...heaven being a pit of sweaty indie-kid bodies all freaking out because the pixies were back together the pixies were playing shows the pixies were playing this show the pixies were on stage the pixies were right before our very fucking eyes playing fucking pixies songs the pixies fucking pixies fuck fuck fuck pixies pixies pixies gaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! yeah. i liked them. they were pretty cool. from "Hey" to "Vamos" to "In Heaven" (which was, by the way, sung by Kim Deal as opposed to Black Francis, and this Kim Deal version they played onstage was the prettiest fucking thing i'd ever witnessed.) to "Debaser"...god i don't know where i'm even going with this whole listing of song titles thing, the point is that they were truly absolutely amazing and it truly was an epochal moment and i remember black francis furiously gasping out screaming out "TAME!" and joey firing out these rapid tourrette syndrome-esque guitar squeals during "vamos" and i remember after one earthquake of a song kim deal says "man, it's hot out here!" and gives a giggle and a shy but sly smile. jesus. and i kissed a girl after the pixies left, i kissed a girl and never saw her again. it was just...jesus. it was the pixies. it was the motherfucking pixies. all in all, i'd do them. i went to coachella with alex, lauren, katie, hannah, cassie, and my sister corey. originally i feared that we wouldn't all get along, but everyone got along with one another perfectly. it was a wonderful time. a few days ago was hfstival. i only stayed there for two hours, but in that time i saw modest mouse, i saw the yeah yeah yeahs, and i saw more white trash than i'd ever seen in my entire life. i'm convinced that "white trash" should be a new demographic, there were so many there. modest mouse was awesome, and the yeah yeah yeahs were alright...i think they were having a bad show. but they played "art star," which made up for it. other recent happenings: prom, prom, dad moving to the second house on the right down eldwick way, the possible bass-playing addition to the still nameless band, exams, my imminent birthday, the illicit viewing of bubba ho-tep after hours at potomac video, kat's birthday party, devon's views on marijuana, a renewed interest in deathcab for cutie, the imminent publication of churchill's literary magazine, a reunion dinner with the chris'es, and this headache that's pounding the fuck out of my cranium. "good night, moon." (17 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 10th, 2004
6:23 pm	g'mornin alright. time to update. i went to new york and saw some plays and enjoyed less plays than i saw. but that's okay, because i don't enjoy watching plays in general, which made the play i did enjoy, "thoroughly modern millie," all the better. i do, however, enjoy comic book conventions, especially the one i attended in new york. i bought me a rack of comics, most of which displayed portraits of wolverine at his most feral on the covers. wolverine is badass. and my favorite. i also got me some comics i'd never heard of...i guess they'd be better described as "graphic novels." one is called Jinx, and it's about guns and crime and gangsters and gangstas and corruption and i'm excited. the other, i know not its title, but the cover boasted a timid business-man who might also be a psychopath, and i was like "hey. that one's for me." and then i bummed around at home, and then i went to wisconsin with the daddy-slice. and it turns out that i'm probably attending college there...at university of wisconsin in madison. the kids who attend seem like fun kids, with a significant amount of dreaded hair and piercings and the like. it just seems very liberal and relaxed, but the college is supposed to have a great writing program and competetive classes. and wisconsin is the cheese state, and cheese makes up the vast majority of my diet, so my stomach will be down with my decision. the only real problem i have with the college is that it's the university of WISCONSIN...WISmotherfuckingCONSIN. wizzleconsin. the university is a city in itself...28,000 undergrads, and a variety of fun shops all over campus to satiate their consumerist appetites...but outside that, there's nothing. there's wisconsin. i don't know if i could spend 4 years there. it turns out i like elefant. i have colby to thank for that. it also turns out that i'm really bad at reading. i enjoy doing it, but i'm just so bad at it. i've been reading jack kerouac's "on the road" for a week now, and i'm only on page 80. i love his prose, but i can't read more than a chapter without becoming sleepy. i guess i just haven't been drawn into it. i'm totally excited to start "alice in wonderland," though. so i jammed with donnie and kat and ricky yesterday, and with costa and matt today. all this jamming has led me to discover something...i'm actually not a bad guitar player. not that i ever thought i was bad, just that i'm a lot more proficient than i'd given myself credit for. and that's a nice feeling. i might try starting a band with kat and donnie...donnie's a drumming extraordinaire, and kat's not a bad bassist, with a lot more singing talent than i think even she realizes. i hate when authors use exclamation points in their prose. it's like when producers tell their audiences what times to laugh, or to applause, or to go "awwww." the author is saying "insert surprise here." and i'm like, well, stick a cock in your ear. but not really, because that's gross. jesus. i've been hanging around evil troy way too often. pow pow pow pow pow pow! Current Mood: hopeful Current Music: modest mouse-track 10 of "Good news for..." (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 30th, 2004
1:40 am	i'll write you a song, and it won't be hard to sing... i am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned. i can't get over the postal service. it's probably been a year, and i just can't get over them. i'm not trying to, either. things have happened. since saturday, i have become a consumer of lexapro: the insomnia-causing, somnolence-inducing, sweat-producing, ejaculation-delaying anti-depression/anti-anxiety medicine. and i'm okay with that. especially the fact that i have yet to experience insomnia, somnolence, or ejaculation delay. of course, i also have yet to experience a change in my mental state, but i'll give it a month, and see how goes it. medication is something i've fought against for a long time, and i've decided that i've fought long enough...too long, and without good enough reason...and it's time to give it a shot. saturday night anne and i slept over katie's. we decided we should form a lizzie maguire team. katie, however, told me that if i didn't inform the livejournal community about my transformation from j-rad to gordo, then that transformation would be reversed, and i would be exiled from gordo-dom. so here i am. gordo at last. we talked alot about frielicking and about our periods and about aesthetically pleasing boys and girls and about how anne has bizarre wind storm producing abilities. i'm trying to finish jules verne's 20,000 leagues under the sea. i've been trying to finish it for weeks now, but a combination of schoolwork and the fact that i fucking dislike that book's company is impeding my progress. i can't leave a book unfinished, though...no book except the fellowship. i just couldn't bring myself to finish it. i'm sure i've made a lot of enemies out of friends by saying that. i had always felt in my heart that, though i never knew him well and though we were acquaintances at best, someday silvio and i would become friends. i always had a certain respect for him...he truly seemed special and warm and like he really cared. i know i wasn't wrong. i've been seeing how much of an impact he had on people, how many lives he touched and hearts he filled. it's really beautiful. saturday, before lizzie maguire adventures, alex and drew and i played guitar and and a bucket and sang in front of barnes and noble. it was very nice...made nicer by the contrast of warm weather and street light lit night, and by the fact that someone poured soap into the fountain, creating a soapy heaven in the stream. this weekend was a good weekend. school tomorrow. and by tomorrow, i mean 4 hours from now. Current Mood: pensive Current Music: "natural anthem" postal service (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, March 20th, 2004
12:38 am	time is one speedy motherfucker. i haven't really been updating lately because i feel that if i did take the time to update, i'd just spend it complaining. there are a lot of things to look forward to...coachella, tentative band formation with kat, medication, "Dante's Inferno," movies...especially the big lebowski. but i don't know. i need to pull myself out of a slump. i have been slumping for many a day and i need to improve my mental posture and get out of it. recent and memorable happenings: reuniting ms. lee with amelia currently reading "20,000 leages under the sea." it currently sucks ass, but it's very plot-driven, so i've been pulled in. took a semi-IQ test. jesus. there's absolutely nothing going on. i need some romance in my life, immediately. Current Mood: lonely Current Music: "Recycled Air" the Postal Service (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, March 14th, 2004
1:39 am	brain freeze today i woke up and then i went to sleep. then i woke up again. and after all the showering and all the eating of Life cereal and all the scrounging around for the perfect outfit for a promising saturday, i drove off to the George Bacchus Salon to get me a haircut. i was hoping to trim my hair; not to shorten it so much as to style and tame the unruly beast. i tried to relay this to my cutter o' hair man: "i'd like to keep my hair long, and i don't like having gel put in my hair." at the end of the haircut, my hair was short and heavily gelled. because when i speak, i wield military academy authority. i ended up hating that haircut, and about 3 hours later, after a nice time of watching igby goes down with abby, i returned to George Bacchus and demanded that the "stylist" fix me. and by demand that he fix me, i mean that i said "um, i loved the haircut, really, it's not your fault, it's just this one part in the back, i changed my mind, i didn't like it like that, i loved everything else, will you just make this part a bit shorter please?" but i must admit, i'm pretty satisfied with it now. short hair is a very nice change. later i watched batman returns (by far the greatest of the batmans) with rosemary, caitlin, and rosemary's younger brother colin. rosemary...i do love that girl, but she's pretty unreliable. it's taken about a month to finally secure a hang-out session with her. even so, i'll give her the benefit of the doubt...she's awesome, and she's been under heavy sedation as a result of a broken collarbone. a rugby induced broken collarbone...soooo cool. my parents separated about 4 months ago. and while i've been dealing with it surprisingly well (being a selfish, egocentric teenager really helps the process), it's still mighty strange; "family" vacations without Dad, seeing my car parked in the garage space that used to hold Dad's car, eating at mongolian grill with Dad on tuesdays, seeing Dad's photo on the "jewish singles" website (though that only lasted for a day, it's gone now). things are stranger, and i'm a stranger to dealing with these things. but we're getting acquainted quickly enough, and i think healthily. i worry about Mom, though, and corey's thinking of moving in with Dad. i dont know. things are just strange. but today i watched "the last unicorn" with troy, and picked up a pair of spy kids 3-d glasses, so all is right with the world. Current Mood: bored Current Music: "Everything's not lost" Coldplay (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 11th, 2004
11:25 pm	there is no moohoooodern romance all i see is what's in front of me, and thaaaat's you (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, March 8th, 2004
9:05 pm	i currently can't form my thoughts into structures of words that join into sentences followed by punctuation marks such as periods and commas and ellipses that, through a complex collaboration, form coherent paragraphs. so sporadic, seemingly out of context sentence ejaculations will have to do. i am currently in colorado and i snowboarded for 5 hours today in colorado and though the snow in colorado is wonderful for skiing and snowboarding and whatnot, my legs are horribly displeased with me. they hurt. i fucking hate wearing a napkin on my lap. the cast-members of reno 911 are really really really nice guys and gals. my family is hazardous to my health. i can't decide what i thought of lost in translation. it affected me, but i'm not sure if i liked it or not. i like missing school and reading. there's an old man in a creaseless white collared shirt that shouts "workaholic! workaholic!" waiting to use the computer and i think it would be best if i let him do so. my sister has added a lot of incest humor to her joke repertoire and it's really fucking creeping me out. end. Current Mood: homesick Current Music: none at ze moment (17 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 2nd, 2004
1:39 am	six different ways inside my heart so it turns out that i do indeed love the cure. they really live up to their name by curing me of whatever malady ails me. i'm thinking of becoming a witch doctor, and basing my medicines off of their cd's. i haven't updated in what feels like a month, and that just might be accurate. i also haven't been reading up on other people's livejournals; after writing this i might get back into the swing of it, but i don't expect to for too long. i guess i'm trying to cut down on computer time, and build a social life, the foundation of which isn't structured around the internet. yeah, so that may or may not be bullshit. i'm not that sure...i guess i just really haven't felt like livejournaling lately. it just sort of depresses me. i don't want to get into it. i got into college two days ago! woo! the university of wisconsin wrote me a letter that was like "yeah, so jared. we agree with tulane...you DO have a very fine ass. come to our college, and back that ass up." and i was like "thanks guys." i don't know if i'll go there. i don't have a first choice when it comes to the colleges i applied to...i guess i'll just see what happens. i really hate when songs end. it's really not cool...it's, i imagine, like pre-ejaculation...it always ends too soon. almost before it started. the cure's "six different ways" ought to last more than 3 minutes and nineteen seconds...it ought to last at least 3 weeks and 19 days more than 3 minutes and 19 seconds. so good. "rules of attraction" was also so good. i loved it, and i want to read it. whoever wrote that...i'm concerned for him/her. amazing. i can't think anymore. i mean, thinking logically, analytically...to follow a cause and effect situation in my head...is a supremely difficult and almost annoying exercise. i'm kind of concerned. it's really hard to explain. i rely on others too much to figure things out for me, and my own mind goes to waste. this is too ranty and vague. i'm working on it. i have a job! woo! i work at potomac video, and i absolutely love it. everything is so chill there, and linda carter (the former Wonder Woman) rents there. i hear she's a real bitch. i get along with everyone i work with...brittany is fun, colby is somewhat of a role model, and i adore troy. going to work is like a 3-day per week excursion, one in which i receive a paycheck every two weeks. it's just really nice. at first i felt bad for somewhat taking stefani's job, but now she works at purple potamus, and all i've heard from her are good things. ::sigh:: oh, the cure. Current Mood: indifferent Current Music: "six different waqys" the cure (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, February 5th, 2004
8:40 pm	as of late things haven't really been okay lately. i mean, i guess that's not true...i recently obtained employment at potomac video, quite possibly the chillest place to work in the history of chill places to work; i did mighty well on my report card; tulane offered me a scholarship...when they accepted me i had thought they'd just taken a liking to my ass, but now it seems they're afflicted by an unhealty obsession (with my ass); and i'm making some new friends. but i feel fucking miserable. i don't know what's wrong with me...okay, so that's a lie, but i'm not taking any great strides in improving the situation because i don't know how. everything i try just makes matters worse. things just aren't feeling good right now. i feel bad because i haven't even glanced at livejournal in what to me feels like quite some time. i never updated very often anyway, but i was always interested in what was going on in my friends' lives. i have no idea anymore. i don't blame anyone but myself, and when things feel better and less hectic i'll probably get back into it. in the meantime, i hope all is well. let's see, things to do: begin a novel, or go on a poetry binge, or both. play guitar at least 4 times a week. purchase gifts for a friend's surprise birthday party. un-fuck my profanely fucked up computer. but, in the spirit of optimism, what fucks up must fuck down. (18 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 4th, 2004
6:40 pm	oh bloody hell Current Mood: ineffectual Current Music: heavy breathing (1 Comment |Comment on this)