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the school post.
i was going to tell the story, but then i realized i could just cut and paste the e-mail i sent to the vets' administration.
so i'll do that now.
and remember, i said it'd be long.
Greetings.
I have a question regarding the payment schedule of G.I. Bill benefits. Or maybe it's not so much a question. Maybe it's just a complaint. I'll even guess that this is a complaint that gets heard quite a bit, but I've poked around a bit on here and not found a satisfactory answer. Here's the deal: I was of the understanding that the bill was put in place to help ex-mil's pay for school without having to worry about working full-time (or near it) to support themselves and thereby possibly endangering their progress in school. And really, I think it's a fine idea. I think it's so fine that I went ahead and decided to take advantage of it. If only I knew a month ago what I know now.
See, my school (and I'm pretty sure it's not unique) requires that one pay at least half of their tuition up front, the other half to be paid about half way through the semester. So we're talking roughly $800 upfront. Hey, no problem, I've got that sweet check coming soon. Register register register. Cool, so when's that check coming? Oh, AFTER I've verified that I'm in? Well, thank God that my parents had a little money on the side. So I'm in and I go to classes.
Textbooks cost lots of money. Wait. I know about used textbooks. I also know that all but one of my professors have chosen a book that has just oh so conveniently been revised and republished and therefore re-not-had-used-copies-available. So that's like $350. Scratch that. $250. I'm sweating through on one book for a little while, hoping that if I take really good notes I'll be able to keep up in class. I'll get that last book when that sweet check comes in. Oh, and for my algebra class I'll need a calculator that costs $90. God, I hope that check comes before we need that calculator.
It's nice going to school. The air is full of ideas. Students are trying to digest all this heady stuff the professors are doling out. I'm able to really see what my mind is made of in ways that I haven't for a little while. Being a chef is rewarding in its own way, but it is not really all that mentally taxing. And hey, it pays the bills. Oh. It doesn't really pay the bills as well when I'm not at work half the week. But hey, I called the hotline thing on the 31st of August and I'm sure that some kind of check is coming soon. And boy do I hope so, because there's bills coming.
Damn. Because I spent all that money on books and rent and food, my girlfriend had to cover my half of the phone bill. But that check will come, I just know it. Then I'll pay her back and maybe be able to buy my last book or that calculator. It won't be a full check because August only had one week of school, but something will be better than nothing.
Alright! No work for a week because of some much-needed renovations. The timeliness is absolutely mind-numbing. This next paycheck is going to be a full quarter of the paychecks I had been getting because I'm in school. But I'm verified as being in school, so that check should be direct deposited into my account any day now. And will I ever be so grateful.
So I'm down to like ten dollars in my checking account. Tiny paycheck is days away. Where is that G.I. Bill? I'd better get online and see what's up. Oh. It seems that my verification on the 31st wasn't real or something, because WAVE says I still need to verify for August. Huh. I'll verify again and hope for the best. I really hope something happens soon, because my girlfriend just covered my half of the electric bill and things are getting pretty tense around here. I'll go talk to the VA rep at school tomorrow and see what she has to say.
That was helpful. She seemed surprised that verification for August was a point open to consideration. I might get a little money in a week or so. Or maybe the August stuff will get tacked onto the September deposit, which will probably arrive after October 3rd. The 3rd of the month is pretty signifigant in this place. That's the day that marks the end of our grace period for rent. After that, a really neat-o extra $200 late fee gets tacked on. Hopefully I'll be able to explain to him that my VA rep has no real idea of when my money might come. Hopefully he'll be understanding.
Hopefully bills and the need to eat and the requirement that cars have for gasoline will all just kind of disappear into the ether for a little while. Because that check will just take its sweet time getting here. And money just isn't all that available right now.
And when it does get here, it will all be gone. To rent. And to bills. And to my last book, which I really need because the first exam is coming within a week and my note-taking, while conscientious, isn't going to quite prepare me for the test. And that calculator will most certainly be needed for my algebra exam- and I really need to get good grades, because if I don't then I'm kicked out of the program. Oh, and I'll need to pay the other $800 of my tuition. Then I'll be back to about nothing again, waiting for my October check to arrive sometime in the first month of November.
I had no idea that getting on the right track and going back to school would be so rewarding. I did the whole starving student thing before I joined the Air Force. It was nothing like this.
So I guess I am at the point where I've got a question.
Why on earth do I have to wait until a month is over to see some money for it? Life doesn't stop because I'm in school. Books aren't getting any cheaper. Gas sure as hell isn't. I can only scam so much food from the restaurant I'm working at. Is the payment schedule set up the way it is to discourage people from trying to cash in on it? Because it sure feels like it.
Thank you for your time,
Scott F
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[18 Sep 2003|11:35pm] |
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so where were we?
back on the lj- check.
moved- check.
okay, still doing band stuff. no mp3's to post as of yet because i keep leaving the tapes at shit's house. with live drums and yet another keyboard added, this seems to headed in a rather drone-y direction. but we still rock out when i get drunk enough.
also in shit-related news- his skateboard shop is doing really well (i.e., it's paying for itself) and one of the kids they sponsor just won some amazing best skater in the history of wheels prize at a local contest, so that's cool. and he's got a little ten minute video that's fun to watch like skate videos tend to be. and i helped make it because i told him to put some murder city on there and by gum he did.
so yeah.
next time we talk about school.
that means a long post.
oh, i just about forgot. one thing i wanted to talk about is the number of great shows that've been going down lately. so much good stuff. maybe some of you live in places where there are always good shows going on and you'd like to know the strategy we use in this house to make sure we see them all.
see, first thing is you have to find out about the show. usually this happens in any of a few fine local publications. point this out to your friend or signifigant other or refrigerator-box mate. point right at the spot on the page and say something like "we're totally going to that show". me, i'd be pointing this out to my girlfriend nine times out of ten, so that's how i'll be relating this. you don't need to point out shows to her, i do it more than enough. anyway, back to the method. so she'll ask when and where the show is and agree that we totally need to go to that show. money is mentally set aside and the date is looked forward to.
now here's the really key part. go on living your life. don't go write the show on the calendar and draw stars and hearts around it. that would be lame. don't go buy your tickets months in advance and put them on the fridge. jesus, are you fifteen? really, just keep on living your adult life, time won't go faster because you're looking forward to a particular date. didn't you learn that when you were a kid and christmas wouldn't come any faster? really. just go on and do your thing.
keep on thinking about how cool that show's going to be when you get around to seeing it. when is it again? sometime in the future. oh shit. lookee there. it was three days ago. and hey, that other show was like a week or so ago! how'd that happen? and it looks like that show is tonight but it started like an hour and half ago.
that's how we keep show-going in our budget around here. you're welcome to do the same.
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[15 Sep 2003|11:07pm] |
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holy crap, the weather is awesome! i could just put this off another month or so and go enjoy it, but i'll stay here and do this FOR YOU. see how selfless i am?
so, first big thing that happened is moving into the new place. with my LADY. yes, shacking up is officially in full swing. and if i may take a moment to pat myself on the back, i'd say i'm pretty good at it so far. so good that i've taken to calling myself shackeel o'neil.
of course, it didn't always seem like it was going to work this smoothly. moving is never fun, not even when you're moving to candyland. in golden wagons. pulled by winged unicorns. that piss whiskey. not even then. but we did the move and all is well.
bathroom- shark themed.
kitchen- much bigger than needed. watched over by a variety of deities and most prominently- miss a's special friend.
living room- fucking gawth as fuck.
bedroom- where the magic happens.
that's all i can think of for now.
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[15 Sep 2003|12:08pm] |
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it's been... damn.
july seventh?
makes sense, i guess. a whole lot has happened. i'll try to break it down into a few posts.
i have succeeded in making a mockery of my free membership. what a schmoe.
well, see ya in forthcoming posts.
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[30 Jul 2003|02:34pm] |
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hello readers,
i am candy here me roar. this is to let you know my brother is in town. i am not xerxes7 i am his guest here. you will know me by he and i being different sounding. and i saythings like that is all. also i can not spell or punctuate properly.
now onto other things. i got a wheelchair for my birthday, funny since i turned 31. i got kicked out of 4 bars in 3 days. now i am poor but i have a wheel chair. i also recieved a Bulimics t-shirt which makes me horny for evil. now back to having your way with farm animals. that is all.
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[09 Jul 2003|05:17pm] |
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well, we were going to have a special guest start posting around these parts, but i'm guessing he's not doing that.
sucks.
anyway, so how was your 4th?
yeah, mine was pretty awesome too.
there was of course the mighty q.
and there was a giant beer. no, like this big. and i drank the whole thing myself.
we saw 28 days later, which was fucking awesome. really, really good. if you like zombie movies, check it out. if you don't like zombie movies, you should still check it out. because frankly, i don't care for zombies. i mean, they're scary and all. but they're kind of gross. but that's just between you and me. but it's so good, even if you're like me and think zombies are gross.
then, i don't really remember what happened. oh, somebody spilled like a whole jar of juice, thus preventing everyone from being able to have some.
but then we watched house of a thousand corpses, and that made everything all better. also, we saw fireworks.
and drank.
since then i've found a new place to live. it will be cool because of a whole list of reasons. take my word for it, august will have to change it's name to awegust when it's all said and done, due to the awesomeness that it will bring.
oh, AND, i saw about schmidt the other day. it's funny, for a few years now i've been kind of ho-hum about jack nicholson because although he's fun to watch, i don't know if you can call it acting when you always play the same guy. but now that i've seen him actually act a little and tone it down and all, i'm thinking maybe i'd rather just see young jack doing his thing. because that was depressing.
and i bring you sad news. i watched punch drunk love.
i don't know what people see in paul thomas anderson movies. he tells these stories that are totally not interesting. the characters are all a bunch of whiny bitches. he puts these weird little things in them to seem artsy, but never goes anywhere. he just all around sucks and so help me god i will never watch another one of his movies. not even if he had two adam sandlers trying to convince me it would be okay.
okay, i'm being harsh. i like the first half of boogie nights. i like the first 15 minutes or so of magnolia. and i like that "he needs me song" from popeye (which is out on fucking dvd now!!!) in punch drunk love.
here's a little summary of mister anderson's movies:
i'm a useless fuckup with a big dick. i'll get into porn.
i'm a hot chick who wears rollerskates all the time for no reason.
i'm getting too old for this business.
i'm the black guy.
i'm fat and gay and nobody likes me.
i'm burt reynolds.
hey, let's all fuck each other and do drugs and have a really swell time.
oops, there goes our industry and here come the new kids.
shit, i can't get a legitimate job because i worked in porn.
me neither.
me neither.
me neither.
drug people are fucked up.
getting beat up by hicks is fucked up.
man, being in the porno industry will really fuck up your life.
really.
no, really.
i mean it will totally fuck up your life.
for a long time.
let's sing that song from transformers.
i am a series of cool coincidences.
i make awesome speeches about how to be king shit. but i hate my dad.
i just married his dad for the money and now he's dying and i feel really sleazy and i don't want the money any more. wah.
i'm a wheezy fuckup cop.
i'm a nurse. and annoying.
i'm dying.
i was really smart when i was a kid. i like that bartender.
i'm this girl who does drugs. i hope that fuckup cop leaves my apartment before i go insane.
we're falling frogs. weeeeeee.
i'm that series of coincidences again.
hey, i'm adam sandler. you might think i'm being funny, but i'm really just about to bore you to tears.
we're his seven sent from hell annoying terrible sisters.
and we're their boyfriends and husbands and kids.
i'm a window. ouch!
oh, i'm a keyboard. wheez.
i'm this english lady who is fascinated with adam sandler, but i don't know why. he's always acting like a freak and he's really not all that good-looking, but somebody's got to like him, right?
we're four kids who seem pretty cool. but that's only because we're not onscreen long enough to become annoying.
i live in utah and for perhaps the first time in my career i'm not being a wheezy annoying sack of piss.
so there. that should take care of you all until next month or so.
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[14 Jun 2003|08:07pm] |
some weekend.
i was looking forward to getting some serious drinking done this weekend. no reason really, just hadn't done that in a couple weeks. and then...
i got a call from new yort asking if i could watch the dogs for a little while.
i like new yort.
i like (some clever nickname for his girlfriend).
i'm not so sure about their dogs.
see, they love their dogs. LOVE their dogs. no, not 53XX0r their dogs. just love them. and that's cool. i mean, if you're going to share your living space with something, you may as well love it. but dog lovers seem to have kind of neurotic dogs. and they feed those neuroses.
i'm not totally heartless. i don't believe that dogs are these digital things. good OR bad. healthy OR ready to be put down. but it seems to me that there's something to be said for a firm hand and a loud no when the situation calls for it. but hey... their dogs, their situation.
one dog MUST sleep in bed with people or else it barks all night. that is a dog that either would have gone hoarse within the first week of my ownership or would have gotten one of those little anti-barking collars or would have been homeless. one dog prefers to sleep in bed, but there's a fifty-fifty chance it's going to wet said bed. so it needs to sleep in its little kennel. but it still might whine. one dog must sleep in bed, but it's okay. that one just sleeps.
when walking, the good sleeper must stop every five feet to smell the fuck out of whatever the hell is there. and it walks slowly. so slowly. the one that will wet the bed moves along at a decent clip. no complaints. the one that would bark all night speeds along nicely, but also has the smelling thing going on.
and they all bark frantically when any little sound is made outside.
boundless joy.
but who am i to fuss?
i spent 18 dollars yesterday on a fish with a human face that currently babbles away in incoherent baby talk. and if i don't tend to it at least once a day it will DIE.
but that's another post entirely.
with gay sounds and the smell of butt-sex,
x7
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[11 Jun 2003|05:11pm] |
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another post and it's only been a few days???
hmm.
lemme let youse guys in on a little secret. the dreamcast, as presented by sega, is a wonderful thing. jet grind radio, yeah yeah yeah. but now i've got my gd-rom burning skills down pat and lemme say that when you can cram a nes and more games than i ever saw at toys r us onto a 3" cd, well, that's just cool. especially since a couple of the games are just totally inexplicable weird-ass games revolving around the adventures of a character who is of the feline persuasion and greets people with her very name. yes, i am referring the cutest aspect of the dark lord, one hello kitty.
also, my girl started something last night that just put me through all kinds of untold mental loopty loops. she started playing metroid last night. started. never tried it before. it may have been one of the proudest moments of my week. besides, if she gets hooked on the first one, it'll be that much easier to push through the purchase of a gamecube later this month when they ship with the gameboy player at no extra charge. because then she'll be able to play metroid2 and metroid whatever that you play on the gameboy advance and metroid whatever that you play on the gamecube.. yes, she is a hottie geek girl, just like it says i like in my user info.
also, misterpants is away for a year, so it took me a little longer to learn about this than it should have. but you all might want to investigate this...
there is a band called electric 6 who may or may not have recorded a song with jack white. that song is called danger! high voltage! and it's good silly fun. the video is okay. however, there is another song with video accompaniment. it is called gay bar. the video stars the great emancipator himself and is all about his desire to take you to a gay bar. you should totally get that video if you have the means.
also, does anyone remember that sgt. pepper's lonely hearts club band movie from when we were kids?
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okay.
here we go agin.
things since last time:
drew and liz came to town. they got married. everyone got drunk. then they left. then the weather got hot.
saw ween. they were good. left almost as soon as the horrible mind-splitting noise of les claypool and buckethead and all started. i may sound old for saying this, but that shit was awful. and buckethead scares the bejeezus out of me. i also told a hippie to fuck off when he asked me for a cigarette...maaaan. and i lost twenty dollars at the show.
a couple weeks ago i went to the greek festival. that was cool. except when i got back home some local turds tried to steal my scooter. they didn't get far because new yort can run like a mother fucker and i generally have some of the coolest neighbors you could hope for.
in the near future, i will be moving to a bold new place with someone who makes me very happy. yes, it is true. thunderclese has a spare bedroom to rent out and soon i'll be sharing it with brak.
also in the near future, well, you'll all find out soon enough.
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[24 Apr 2003|12:49am] |
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okay, a long overdue update.
finally.
i'm happy in life. a girl who goes by the digitag of droog has made my day and my month and my bed and my life. some day we'll be married then she'll be my wife.
fucking poetics, yeah.
there's changes afoot around here. of that you can be assured. something to make this worthy of your dailies, oh brothers.
until then...
yeah, i think i want to move to memphis. a southern bigtown, but neutral to everything i know. i'm sick of the ever-expanding reach of politics. fucking hellride.
since i've gotten out of the air force, people have asked me if i ever had any moral or ethical qualms about making sure that nukes were in perfect working condition. my response has never faltered. there are over six billion people on this planet, most of whom are doing NOTHING to make MY life any easier, not to mention any more enjoyable. so, no. no problems working on nukes.
at long last, the inimitable mister fix will be presented to the jarlins contingent...
if any of them will only show.
(insert several minutes of activity tending to biological functions... pissing... refreshing a drink... such... so forth...)
suffice it to say, i'm a pissy bitch right now.
i'll bring the death
yeah i'll bring the death
i've got switchblade knives
and bad crystal meth
i'm coming to your town
gonna tear it down
gonna ram it through
drop a bomb on you
and i'll bring the death
yeah i'll bring the death
said i'll bring the death
i'll bring the death
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[14 Mar 2003|05:51pm] |
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if any of you have seen drugstore cowboy...
you know that scene where they're talking about how you're not supposed to even talk about dogs and then they're flipping through the channels and every station has a dog on the screen?
or a bit closer to my situation...
you know in pee-wee's big adventure when pee-wee finds that his bike has been stolen and then every bicyclist ON EARTH rides past and that just drives the suckiness home?
today the weather was beautiful and as i was walking home i swear to god there were so many people on motorcycles and motorscooters enjoying the great weather. it sucked.
oh yeah, it sucked because i hit another damned pothole yesterday and so no scooter for a little while.
and something else that's not related to movies or my scooter, but something else anyway.
while i was walking, i was walking past a house that was getting painted. and as i was walking past that house, people inside starting belting out a jody call. and i know they were doing it at me, because they were saying the "leff" things just as my left foot was hitting the ground. so i don't know what's up with that, but it's sure something.
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[09 Mar 2003|03:25pm] |
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hey, dumbshit.
yeah, you. you like the stripes and think they're so great and all because you like how jack sings all rough and raspy and then all melodic and stuff and how he writes really nice little pop songs. you think it's about damned time someone has come along to remind everyone what it's all about.
you also fail to realize that frank black was doing the same damned thing when jack was like 12.
thank you, self. you have once again been very smart.
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[07 Mar 2003|05:52pm] |
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you really can't go wrong with playing the stones. no matter what's going on, there's a rolling stones song just waiting to make it better.
and before anyone makes some crappy comment about the stones, i'd like to offer these words: shut up.
what else?
oh. i'd like to take a moment to comment on the awesomeness of the weather. the weather is awesome right now.
it's so awesome that from next door i can hear the avalanches playing in tribute to the awesomeness. and coming through the floor, the commodores are singing the praises. and i just heard two gunshots that seemed to be letting the world know that the weather is nice even if you're a tiny lump of lead. oops. the commodores are coming from across the street, not downstairs. but still, my neighborhood seems to know that it feels GOOD out.
a few posts ago i talked about the song parody stuff that happens at work. recently there's been one in use that i really like. next time you hear the song "tiny dancer", instead think of the title of the song being "tony danza". it's much better that way.
overanout
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[03 Mar 2003|12:30pm] |
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let's see...
mardi gras is underway. so is brokeness. imagine if you will, good children, that there is a party going on. you haven't personally been invited, because the invitation is implied. the world has been invited. all around you, there is music and laughter and merrymaking and the smell of delicious bbq-ing and such. but if you are low on money you better have the social skills to just be able to hang out and enjoy people.
that's kind of my situation. and i'm not complaining too much, because it's still kind of fun. but it was more fun last year when i was flush with dosh and buying drinks all over the place and dispensing gifts from the trashy grocery cart that sold trashy trinkets like blood maroon feather boas. yes, blood is more maroon than red, and that was the color of the boa i bought. so if a year ago could come here i'd gladly track down the boa from kim's room and hand it over so i could get those sixteen dollars back. and if i hadn't already pissed away all the alcohol i consumed that day i'd probably try to sell that back too. but hey, you know.
oh, here's something interesting. bruce timm is the guy that draws the animated series of batman and also superman and also the superfriends. i think we can all agree that he's got a cool style. and here's a place where you can see hellaplenty his work.
and he doesn't just draw superheroes well.
he does pretty swell pinup type stuff.
and also this.
so there's that.
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[24 Feb 2003|01:23pm] |
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and what am i doing with this amazing day?
not going to work, that's for sure.
instead i'm doing laundry. isn't that fun?!
but i DID get to snack on some birthday cake last night. it was fresh and moist and just a little bit messy. and hopefully there will be more of it tonight.
and i finally got to eat at the famed bluebird cafe today. that truly was a good breakfast, which goes to back up everything i've heard about the place.
yay for me.
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| music in the workplace |
[18 Feb 2003|09:01pm] |
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at work, we have something of a democracy about listening to the radio. everyone's allowed to voice their opinion about what we listen to.
you're allowed to voice your opinion. gretty (from honduras) is allowed to dictate what we listen to. anything other than the easy listening station is "that garbage music". unless somebody puts it on 'tul and "je t'aime" by that french guy and his girlfriend comes on. that's not garbage music. but new music is garbage music because it's probably too noisy. and if it's not too noisy then it's just copying good music from years past. honestly , i don't know why the easy listening station is okay with her. but it is, and we freely voice our opinions.
a common pastime is writing new lyrics.
sometimes someone offers up something pretty inspired. such as the following, from "man, i feel like a woman" as sung by shania twain:
the best thing about bein' a woman
is wearing sweat pants and
piggin' out on chocolate
can't claim that one. most of mine are the adolescent kind where the appropriate slang terms for genitals or sex acts are swapped in. and by appropriate i mostly just mean rhymes and doesn't fuck the meter too much. logical cohesion runs a distant third.
i'm having a hard time thinking of any examples. that's how good the stuff is.
anyway, on to what came up today.
"brown-eyed girl" by van morrison came on. i hate that fucking song. how the same guy who sang "gloria" so well could have farted that crap out astounds me. but i got to thinking about it and i realized i didn't always hate that song. i used to like it. and then high school came and a few times too many i witnessed groups of like five or six girls just being totally beside themselves singing it together. and that totally put me off the song. which is weird.
i mean, shouldn't that somehow make a song more interesting to a guy? and as i'm thinking about that, someone else (probably a mind reader) voiced pretty much the same opinion. and we were both totally puzzled about how that could make us dislike the song, since we're both (ostensibly) straight males who would normally be at least a little charmed by what the opposite sex does. but instead, we both came to totally hate that song. and it's also kind of weird that the other guy in question didn't go to high school anywhere near here. clint's from like god-knows-where, midwest. so i'm kind of wondering how universal this experience is.
any input?
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[09 Feb 2003|01:26pm] |
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errorEncountered- akkola (run error) |
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guess i'm not so good about writing anymore. and it's not for lack of things to say. because things is good. things is really good. things haven't been like this for a good long time.
yay for things.
so. i've just been real busy. working, not sleeping, working, sleeping too late. forming plans. wanting to make phone calls every five minutes. not making those phone calls. wondering what the hell i'm doing. making beans. yes. making a big pot of red beans and there's a ham bone in there and there will be rice and it will be so good. because as stated before- things is good.
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| glory glory hallelujah |
[30 Jan 2003|02:13am] |
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Boom Bip ft. Slug - Want |
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she called me back. a half hour's face time between morning and evening shifts.
christ i'm being a tard.
in other news, welcome to any of you coming here via the g13.
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| music for you to plug your ears to |
[28 Jan 2003|02:45pm] |
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okay, here goes the posting of the songs. right-click, save as, cringe.
death stroll is the first thing to get to cd. while not entirely representative of what we're doing yet, it was fun and probably the most listenable thing i'm presenting here.
an end to healing is something we've been working on and when we were able to get a real live drummer in one night was about the only thing fast enough for him to really get into. as a bonus, it's the song i brought up in this post.
i'm your friend is some spur of the minute stuff that happened that same night. mike is a good drummer, but if it's not fast he gets impatient. that's why you hear him interject at the end.
so there it is.
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| sharing is caring |
[27 Jan 2003|01:49pm] |
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navel4eve- didn't know you had a boyfriend (headbopper wristwatcher mix) |
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this right here? good stuff, i'm telling ya. if you're a word geek. and i am. and i know it shows, what with my using really big words all the time and all.
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