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[Oct. 22nd, 2006|01:03 am] |
What a terrifying experience. I am living abck at my old house on pond place lane. Some guy was in the crawlspace talking about how much he hated someone who was using the bathroom at the time. The person in the bathroom could hear the guy talking shit through the vents, and got really mad about it. I did the person in the crawlspace a huge favor by knocking out the guy while still on the toilet and throwing him on the couch to rest for a while. In the meantime, i filled the toilet with chocolate pudding. Once the man from the bathroom came to, he didnt remember a thing, but we showed him the toilet and laughed about it. Its so weird what happened next, I hope i can pull this off in the way i describe it.
Basically, a blind man came to my house. His eyes had been removed by his parents when he was a kid for some strange, or bizarre reason, and he had these big gaping holes hidden beneath scar tissue, and sunglasses, like the kind I would wear. I felt like I had known him for a long time, so I let him in. My driveway was full of cars I didnt recognize, and there were at least 10 of them. I took the blind man in the garage where all of us were talking about the war. it was me, matt and andy from work, and some people i didnt know, but seemed cool. The blind man had an opinion on everything, not only did he have an opinion about everything, but i swear to god, he knew things about every one of us that were exactly right. He claimed that her gained this knowledge about reading people from the church of the samoans. I had no idea what he was talking about, and I figured it was time for everyone to leave. One everyone left, I went and saw my mom, who gave me some stupidly weird chocolate drink mix, and told me people had been terrorizing them late at night, and that i absolutely need to take care of it. Her idea of me taking care of it was to drink the powder she gave me, and then showing up at their house around midnight. The next thing i know, im hovering over the opened trunk of my car, fumbling around trying to mix this drink with milk, when a car pulls up, and drives directly on my parents front lawn and starts peeling out and ripping up the grass. Im all like, "Huh?!" and ran over to them. They got out of the car and I was just yelling at them for a while. I ran inside my parents house, and grabbed a baseball bat and went back outside. By the time I got outside, the 2 people that were in the car before had turned into 5 people. I just went crazy and started swinging it at peopleI think i nearly killed 2 of them, and then i attacked the car to the point where the radiator blew up. I wanted to get out of there before the cops were called, so i went back to the pond place house where i was met by the blind man.
I have no idea why he was at my house, or what he was doing, he just grabbed me and threw me inside. I noticed matt was there too for some reason, and he was crying. Apparently his brother got killed in the war. I asked the blind man what was going on, and he told me i was better off not knowing. I also asked him how he knew so much about everything, and his response was the same, but he did ask me if i had any questions about anything. Since he seemed to know EVERYTHING, i asked "What killed off the dinosaurs?" He responded "The church of the samoans"
"WTF" I thought.
This guy seemed legitimate, and now he was preaching to me about his god damned church?! I got kinda pissed, and wanted him to leave. He argued a moment trying to explain himself, and i seriously thought he was full of shit, until he did something i never would have expected.
Spoke in a stern voice "Montreal canadians jersey, number 16"
MAtt just looked up at him like he was a ghost, and i looked and matt and was like "Huh?"
As little of a deal as it was, matt stood up, and started taking off his poofy black jacket to reveal a montreal canadians jersey, with a big 16 on the back. The reason this was impressive was because this dude was fucking blind for one thing, not just like "im wearing sunglasses, and pretending." No, this guy had NO eyes.
I was ready to sit down and listen now. In order to explain this to me, he put his hand on my head and told me to close my eyes. I do, and suddenly im seeing images of these 7 foot tall, faceless alien like creatures surrounding a giant bonfire. They were freaky looking. Completely grey, naked, and skinny. Meanwhile, the blind man was narrating. "We were not the first to inhabit this planet, nor will we be the last" Then i saw dinosaurs rampaging around like you would expect, but then i see a space craft of somekind overhead. It releases some black ball from its self and disappears. Im watching this black ball descend to the ground, and once it hits the ground i see a giant blinding flash, and open my eyes. I look at the blind dude and he says "That is the so called meteor that killed the dinosaurs. A bomb more powerful than any ever known to man, sent by the church of the samoans." I was freaking out. This guy was messed up, and i wanted to know more. He told us about his past, about how he got kidnapped from his bedroom when he was a kid, and taken in by the church of the samoans. They removed his eyes in order to heighten his other senses, and to make him more like them, since they had no facial features themselves. They re programmed his brain and all kinda of crap. And then he warned me of a new war that i was likely to fight in. I told him that if a war ever broke out, id go to canada. HE told me to turn on the news at this point. "I had a feeling you would say that" he said as the news station tuned in. the banner read "Mysterious explosions in canada" I thought this was like some war of the worlds type thing, and it was. Kind of stupid.
He took me for a walk up the street to explain things to me, about how this church of his wants the earth back, and how humans are too violent to share the planet, as i assume the dinosaurs were. We get to the top of pond place, and i see a huge fireball go up over the trees. He told me that this is just the beginning, and warned me that if i fall asleep again, I would continue this dream.
That is a fucked up dream i just had. Im scared to fall back asleep now. |
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[Oct. 13th, 2006|09:44 am] |
Good weekend. Good month for that matter. Brandon still has no job, so I have to pay all the rent, but somehow he manages to have enough money to buy gravy fries every night at nectars. I have learned a lot this month. One of the most important things I have learned is my overwhelming desire to improve my own life, added to my fear of getting old, and you knew something was going to happen. I have invested in human growth hormones. As it turns out, by the time you hit 20, the human growth hormones produced in the brain literally are cut in half. This is what onsets the aging process. By supplying my body with human growth hormones externally, that will balance the amount that my stupid brain is not producing, and thus, I will not age any further. Its expensive as hell, but when I am 40, and still look like I do today, you will be so jealous. To me, that is worth more than any lamborghini, or fancy running shoes i could otherwise be wasting my money on. I have also invested in estrogen blockers, to prevent bitch tits. Andy, that dude I work with who is cool came over the other night and partied with me, brandon, and leah. It was funny. We conivinced him to wear dogpiles, and the minute he put them on, my cool new neighbors with big boobs were up in my apartment trying to molest him. I got a good laugh out of it, and so did he. A couple of nights ago a bunch of people came over to drink, including carly and T bone. It was insane. There was beer spraying and spilling everywhere to the point where people were playing slip and slide in my kitchen. All the beer i bought got drank, which isnt a big deal to sober steve, but drunk steve got very angry, and drunk seven tried to kill drunk steve. It was scary! This weekend should be pretty cool. We will see.
**UPDATE**
Against Me! Sucks. I hate them a lot. |
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[Oct. 12th, 2006|03:07 pm] |
So here I am at work, cramming my face full of hud regulations and getting no calls what so ever. HAP week, which is the busy time of the month is over, and now its all just sitting back and throwing stuff at eachother. So apparently my troublesome past has come back to haunt me, in the form of bullcrap. It turns out there is some new legislation in place, where if you have been previously convicted of a drug or alcohol related offense in the state of NH as a minor, they can swing around and take away your license without warning. Supposedly I have a hearing on June 15th for the matter in question. Reasons why this sucks ass is because...
A. What power does the judge who made the ruling actually have if he did not take away my license in the first place? Am I supposed to believe that the judge does not have the last call in the case? Shit, I am just a minor, what do I know.
B. Loss of license requires time to plan around not having a car, hot to get to work etc.. I was given a total of 6 days to do this, and I dont have anything figured out, and probably wont.
C. I havent lived in NH for almost 6 months. Somehow the worst state in the nation is extending its reach to fuck over perfectly content Vermont kids, such as myself. Not fair? OF course it isnt. NH sucks, and will continue to do so forever.
D. My poor paranoid mother has to help me out again with this crap that should have been over when the judge made the ruling!!.
If it is one thing I am good at, its finding loopholes in our system writtin my chimpanzees. I am all over this one, big time. If its one thing I am good at, its keeping my license in my pocket where it belongs.
On a lighter note. Liz moved to D.C. yesterday, and I bought her mattress. I officially slept in a real bed for the first time in months last night. It was cool.
I saw batman begins the other day. I want to be Batman. |
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[Sep. 30th, 2006|12:04 pm] |
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My lease is signed, Brandon is moved in, and i just got my second paycheck. Too bad it all has to go to rent, because I owed my dad so much money, and i had to buy gifts for people, and nice things for myself. Damn! Last night while I was sleeping, brandon went insane and cleaned the entire apartment, and re arranged things, and i have to admit, that kid has talent. My apartment doesnt look like shit anymore, and the living organisms that once inhabited my toilet bowl are all dead and gone for good. I am so tan from being outside so much that i look like a black man, and I am skinny enough now to walk around with no shirt. Burlington is piecing together very quickly, and i cant wait to see what is just around the corner. With my luck lately, I will probably win the lottery. |
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| better life |
[Sep. 25th, 2006|02:42 pm] |
Sometimes a new day and bring a new beginning. You took me to a place that time can't erase. Yesterday I was a loser. Today im winning. Today you're mine, and the world is ours.
Dreams of a better life can come true. It;s all there in you. |
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| Its like whoa. |
[Sep. 23rd, 2006|05:22 pm] |
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All the stuff i ordered still has not arrived yet. Mostly clothing, some CDs, and a new CD player for my car, cause my old one is being a piece of crap and only working when it wants to. I am still at work right now. God i love it here. Everyone i work with is cool, and if theyre not cool, they get made fun of behind their backs by the cool people. Kind of like highschool! All day i am surrounded by people either listening to punk, ska, or old school hardcore. There are zero douchebags who work here, and there is one crazy guy who says he used to work at area 51. Its like a workplace where antics and tomfoolery are expected. Today andy farted so loud that the entire side of the office im on burst out laughing. People shoot nerf darts at eachother, and we can decorate our cubes any way we like. How did i get so lucky? I never saw myself with such a steady, awesome job. For a while i was contemplating going back to college, but now i see my future being here. People are constantly getting promoted, and with the knowledge i acquired while being here, i could go on to do any kind of contract administration job. Those are all government jobs too, and the benefits for them are so out of hand. I am probably going to be back in NH this weekend, cause blandon has to load my car with his crap, and him and alex are probably coming back up with me. Aaron is supposed to be leaving soon. I need to clean the place up. My stapler is broken, this just occoured to me. Time for a new stapler. Me and andy are going to hooters after we get out. I like boobs. |
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| Story of my life |
[Sep. 22nd, 2006|01:21 pm] |
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NH weekend was fun. I saw a lot of people i forgot existed. On saturday, me brandong, and lex went to some hopkinton bonfire on masons beach. Literally everyone i used to hang out with was there. People were fighting eachother american gladiator style with burning trees, and niels entertained us with unplugged naked robber songs from back in the day. I was supposed to go see strippers with alex at justis';s log cabin on sunday, but i ended up geing home early so i could buy groceries and go to bed early for work. I am at work now, and the phones are DEAD. I just uploaded about 50 of andy's CDs to my itunes. Speaking of CDs, I bought "how i spent my summer" over the weekend, and it is freaking great. I want to see superman when it comes out, because when i was a kid, i was obsessed with superman, and secretly still am. Minus the fact that now I know that superman 3 featuring richard pryor was one of the lamest movies ever made, it still holds sentimental value. Andy was telling me about some roller skating rink in south burlington, and they have roller disco on friday. I am going to have to check that out or i might die. Andy is listening to true believers at his desk right now, it brings back happy memories. Its already lunch time, so i am going to get a big sandmitch. |
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| Like a parasite |
[Sep. 19th, 2006|04:28 pm] |
Sitting here at work, im bored. The phones are not ringing. I have taken 2 calls in the past 2 hours. In the meantime i have been shopping. I was supposed to have my car checked out tomorrow, but with my new shift starting at 9:30, i had a chance to take it in today. Of course the dude tried to upsell me on the brakes, but everything else checked out okay. That means I am going to come down to NH this weekend. If you havent fucked me over in the past month, and would like to catch up on current events, gimme a call and we will go to tuesdays. I think I am going to canada again next weekend, but i havent decided. Taking a bus there is mad cheap, and its only like an hour to montreal. I still have to buy gifts for my sister's birfday, and i owe my dad a ton of money, but im finally good for it. I need to buy a real bed, cause i have been using a god forsaken air mattress for the past 4 months, and its stupid. Freaking everyone from concord is moving up here, and at first i thought it would be cool, but now that i think about it, how much do i want that? I left NH for a reason, and why would i want everyone i was sick of to move up here and turn this place into an annoying hub of sameness. Sometimes i cant help but wonder where my life is going. Jess says its only $450 for a 3 bedroom place in colorado springs. Maybe after i work here for a while and save up a bunch of money, i can run away again. I hear colorado is full of religious nuts, it should be funny. I just need to seriously figure out what i really want out of this stupid world, and take everything i possibly can. I want to know everything there is to know, but sometimes realizing the truth sucks worse than something you previously thought to be true. I am such a sane and content person, minus the frequent nosebleeds i have been getting lately, but i am sick of knowing myself so well. I have no denials about myself, I know i am a jerk, i know i hate everything, i know im fat. I have more respect for myself than anybody, and that makes it really hard to respect others.
Oh well. I guess for now i am perfectly fine with sitting around at work, playing PSP, IMing people, and updating this stupid thing. I just want a long term goal, other than be the recipient of complete bullshit from other people. I need to stand up for myself a lot more, and i need to start using my fists when people start pissing me off. I want to be that person that people never disrespect, because they know they will be injured. Sawnbitch.
I just remembered the other day that i have a car at my parents house. I am selling it. $1200 obo. 1992 honda accord, maroon, awesome. Buy it! |
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[Sep. 15th, 2006|07:50 pm] |
OH god i love my job. Im thinking about going to canada on thursday for some show, but i have to work the next day, so im not sure. Having money again is amazing. This past weekend was ridiculous. I realized on saturday that i had a fever again, and people kept showing up at my house uninvited, and i flipped out on the entire town. People keep jerking off to weird porn on my computer, and now its so full of viruses i cant even turn it on. I am incredibly pissed about that, now i have to use my shitty laptop and i have to buy a new hard drive just to move all my pictures and shit over. If you go to my house and you my computer, consider those days over. This is retarded. Ahhh.
I got the biggest compliment EVER today. The dude who own the gym i go to used to be hulk hogans personal trainer, and he goes up to me and says "A kid your size should NOT be able to lift that much" He gave me advice on getting huge, and even printed me out a copy of the program he had hulk hogan on for 2 years. I am going to stick with it, and minus the steroids, it sounds pretty damn good.
I got in a good fight thursday night. I was hanging out on main street with elie, sam, and rachel, and this dude walks up to us and goes "Whooooooo!" Normally i probably would have gone "Whooooo!" right back, but i was beyond drunk at that point, and took serious offense to it. From what i pieced together from various sources, I got in his face and threatened to hit him, and i did. He punched me in the forehead. I lost my cool and took him down with a right hook, causing the beer he was carrying to smash open all over the sidewalk. Then i fell over on top of him. People across the street were cheering apparently, and wanted to see more, but no one would allow it, and they threw me in rachels van and drove to my house.
After puking off my porch for a couple of minutes, i was ready for more, and i became determined to find him again and finish him off once and for all. No one was cool with it, but we went anyway. Everyone said "Dude, youre not going to find him ever again" and i didnt care. Once we were on church street, he was the first person we ran into, and i literally said "Hey you! Did we get in an altercation earlier?!" This kid continued to talk smack, and i got in his face a second time, not realizing that there were 3 cops stationed right down the street. Rachel tried to get me away from him, and then he started messing with rachel, so sam stepped in, grabbed him from behind the head, and headbutted him so hard that blood instantly started gushing from this douchebags face. The cops came up, and a random guy told them that the other kid started it, and he got arrested for disorderly conduct. We walked away, after i filled out a police report saying that he punched me in the forehead. Oh well. Prison break is about to start, and i need to go grocery shopping. Later flamerz |
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[Jul. 5th, 2006|12:17 pm] |
I awake with your replacement, a bottle in my grasp, in an unfamiliar place.
Because you put me out, the butt of a sick joke, into this ashtray life
As you come and go. Cause I forgot to service you, and we broke down
And you can't live with my mistakes.
But I assume false grace,
Open my arms and grasp at something true
How are you? how have you been? girl I miss you, wanna see you again.
So why you wanna be there, when you could be here? you are slipping away.
I bring out the worst in you, and you try to let me know.
You bring out the worst in me.
I'm trying to let you go, you say I'm giving you the creeps.
So I assume the role, open my claws and grasp for your heart |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2006|03:43 am] |
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Ugh, i cant sleep, and i have to wake up in 3 hours. I am in need of some serious change, and to start, i bleached my hair just now. It actually looks pretty fuckin cool. Its all dead and moldable now. I looove my job so much. I get paid vacations, paid sick days, and a christmas bonus! The health insurance aint bad either. We have to read through a 724 page book and answer questions. I have been distracted lately, and it sucks trying to do anything. They have an employee referral program, and i am going to get brandon a job there, and hes gonna be my new room mate. hooray! our awesome burlington crew keeps growing. We like to get drunk and go on adventures. Seriously, now that its warm, i have friends, and a job, burlington couldnt get any cooler. I also realized that me, ollie, and brandon belong together. All we do is talk shit about the one of us who isnt around, and i wouldnt have it any other way. I bought a grill for my porch and some meats. Next purchase, Cable TV! maybe a new computer, and some work done on the car so i can get to work without warning lights scaring the shit out of me. This dude i work with is going to montreal this weekend. If you are reading this ollie, i think its about time went back there and i should get so drunk that i get banned from the country. Its cool, this dude is like 33 years old and plays darkbuster and all kinds of old punk rock. Conveniently he sits right behind me, and knows of a really good punk bar in canada. I hope its not the one we went to last time, cause that place sucked. It sucked a lot. Whell, i better try and get sleep. Goodnight, babiez. |
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| On my own again |
[May. 31st, 2006|09:14 pm] |
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Why do girls always fuck me over? And why do they always act like they feel so bad after they do it? IF they didnt want to fuck me over, they wouldnt. They wouldnt do it and then act like they made a mistake once i found out they cant ever get enough cock. Well, once again i am single. A much more bitter cynical version of my former self (if thats even possible). At least i flipped out and killed my bathroom mirror this time, rather than listening to taking back sunday, and thursday for weeks. I started work today, it was fun. I guess thats a plus. Oh yeah! Ima gonna need a new room mate starting in june. If you wanna live in VT with me, drop a line. |
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[Apr. 18th, 2006|05:55 pm] |
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I am so sick of stupid people (especially girls) saying that they drink hard alcohol because they dont want to gain weight from drinking beer. Fools! a shot of anything over 100 proof has just as many calories as a can of beer. You stupid idiots. Alcohol has 7 calories per gram. Carbs only have 4 calories per gram. If you do the math to figure out how many grams are in a 1 oz shot glass, and figure the percentage of alcohol. Start by shutting up. You are all so fat to begin with. Its nasty, stop it. |
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[Mar. 23rd, 2006|03:01 am] |
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Soooo, whats new? This past weekend i went to NH, and i had a good time. The band got back together, sort of, well we jammed. I got to do a lot of driving around random places, and at first i missed the old NH, and after 1 night there, i realized why i left in the first place. Its BORING. This past week haverhill kids came up and hung out at my sexy apartment, and we had such a great time, one of them wants to move up here! weird. I have been taking boxing very seriously, and am in the process of getting in the best shape of my life. Ollie is moving up here tomorrow, and i think that is when the town is officially going to change its name to Concord, VT. I need to dye my hair, i need to do dishes. Tonight was a drama fest between wes and emily, it was so intense, and i managed to stay out of it! yay! this weekend is darkbuster @ 242 main, and i am looking forward to it. also, lost city angels are playing, and i am going to give them a mid step crisis demo, hopefully it will get us that record label dealy we have been looking for. The weather is getting warmer again, and once more, i feel the need to talk about it on LJ. i <3 warmness. I am going to go clean now, this place is a dump. poop |
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| Mayostard |
[Mar. 6th, 2006|12:47 pm] |
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I havent slept in 24 hours, and i am not stopping. I need to crash, and crash hard so i can get back on a normal schedule. I am almost dilirious, to prove it, i had a very intense conversation with stoned aaron about teleportation. To make things worse, I am becoming creative like a mad scientist or brenton. I made makeshift rabbit ear antennas for my television out of a coaxial cable, aluminium foil, and a quarter. It works far better than the real rabbit ears i bought for 1.50 at recycle north. I am on the hunt for a silver quarter (pre 1964) because i am assuming silver is better than those damn copper quarters we have nowadays. Cheap ass country. I dont care, as long as i can watch fox. me and the downstairs neighbor and going to get rich quick by selling our souls on ebay. People are so insane, they actually will pay for a piece of paper claiming to be your soul. Not as bad as the haunted laptop that was going for like 500 bucks. It was just some shitty laptop that some kid claimed is possessed by his dead friend. in reality it is just a shitty laptop, probably with a bad power supply, or a lot of spyware. |
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| Rocky 6 |
[Mar. 3rd, 2006|04:17 am] |
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I recently discovered that i have a gift. My gift may be attributed to the fact that i have a temper worse than a pitbull with an oversized novelty dildo in its ass. My gift is beating up jocks. Lousy popped collar trash talking metrosexual jocks to be exact. I crapped thunder all over their faces right outside my apartment, after one of them threw a snowball at me and hit me directly in the face and yelled "fag". I proceeded to knock them both onto the street and hit one of them in the side of the head until his ear was bleeding. The one who tried to pull me off ate the front grill of a parked car, and i continued to walk to the store. Its funny how a simple outing to buy milk can turn into an opportunity to injure people. Life sure is strange. |
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[Mar. 1st, 2006|08:03 pm] |
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So i am trying to get back on a normal schedule. I went to sleep last night at like 10 PM and woke up around 3 AM. Aaron got home around this time, and i watched him make a movie about waking up and killing himself. I stayed awake, and around 11AM, someone called me who saw my resume posted on monster.com, and offered me a job doing something that sounds ridiculously beyond my capabilities. I accepted the job, and it pays 20 bucks an hour. Word up! Its only a temporary deal, which is cool, byt the time they realize that i am under qualified, I will be almost finished with the job anyway. Its doing some sort of networking crap for citi financial. Hopefully i learn something, or at least slip on a wet floor and sue them. |
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[Feb. 25th, 2006|12:51 am] |
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Okay okay, settle down everyone. There is a farewell rikki show, featuring darkbuster at 242. If that isnt enough to get your panties wet, I found a job at the vermont credit union! booooooooh yeah! I just got home from tylers house, and am recapping the last 3 years of my life. Its so weird how time keeps passing, and i know im getting old. Gross! I miss the olden days, hanging around with the hopkinton kids, and being in highschool. Its a real drag having to be responsible. Me and aaron used to split the food bill, but i eat all of the food, so we dont split it anymore. I am used to it, so dont bother feeling bad. I am just a hungry person i suppose. Anyway, goodnight, stargazers. I hope to see you all in my dreams. Lately all of my dreams have been of all of my friends dying painful deaths. goodnight |
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[Feb. 17th, 2006|03:57 pm] |
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Right now i am sitting here, eating buffalo chicken, and listinging to skid row. Burlington has been good to me thus far. The newspaper has proven its self useless in finding a job, so i guess i need to go out and look up and down. I have a membership to a very sweet gym with a boxing room, but i have decided to go the path of manual labor to gain size. I want to work in a big ol factory. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2006|12:30 am] |
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I live in vermont now. Its really cool. I dont do much except watch seinfeld, the simpsons, and Mr. Show on DVD. I have the internet, but its stolen. I played videogames for 5 hours straight today, and then i tried finding the gym, and got lost. Aaron is the best roommate ever, because he is never home. You cant argue with someone who is never around. He works until like 3 AM, and then doesnt come home until 9. By the time he goes to bed, i wake up and watch TV, and by the time he leaves for work, i am still watching TV. My shower here has so much water pressure it hurts. It feels like someone is jabbing darts through your nipples when the water hits them. Ouch! I am finally learning responsibility, and so far I have learned that the fewer dishes you use, the fewer dishes you need to wash later on. Which is why i substitute plates with napkins, forks with fingers, and spoons with plastic spoons. We have the place fully furnished, thanks to the second hand store across the street. We bought a couch for 40 bucks, and it only kind of smells, and an entertainment center for 10 bucks, and its only a little bit broken. I cant wait until it gets warmer out and i can finally walk down the street for 10 minutes without wondering if i have frostbite. I have a real sleeping problem. Last night i went to sleep at 8 PM and i didnt wake up until 2 PM the next day. 18 hours of sleep once in a while is okay, but i feel like i could do it again every day. Maybe i am dying, No matter what happens, im sure that i will end up having an expensive phone bill because of all the roaming and mae calls. |
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