Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Friday, December 05, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Someone IM'ed me last night. He annoys the shit out of me. Formally of my "school" subheading, he was moved to the "wack" subheading after all obligatory class associations passed. I cannot remember his real name for the life of me. I think there is a "T" involved somehow, but I am unsure. It is a mystery. Even after he transitioned from "school" to "wack," he would barrage me with unwanted IMs. About the weather. About classes that we did not have in common. About shit I do not care about. If you look at my logs, this is what you see:
dumbass(10:24:35 PM): [something dumb or annoying!]Three years later:
dumbass(10:24:50 PM): [more inane shit!]
dumbass signed off at (10:25:45 PM)
dumbass(12:13:46 PM): [something dumb or annoying!]So you see I do not encourage this. I think there needs to be a statute of limitations on when you can IM someone after the last point of contact. If the parties involved were once good friends, there need not be such a statute. But in cases such as this, I think after more than six months, no contact is warrented unless there is a specific, pressing need. Like being the only two people in the hemisphere with the same blood type and your kidney is desperately needed. Even then, going into shady mode is acceptable.
dumbass(14:24:08 PM): [more inane shit!]
dumbass signed off at (15:03:24 PM)
Someone is getting deleted from my buddy list.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Monday, September 01, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Friday, July 04, 2008
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Absentmindedness: You can't remember where you left your keys and you finally find them on the nightstand.
Alzheimer's: You can't remember where you left your keys and you finally find them in the refrigerator.
Fuck. I find the remote control in the refrigerator at least once a month.
Friday, May 02, 2008
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Dim lights reduce your appetite.I get it, Snapple. I'm turning into a fatty. I know that McDonald's last night was a bad idea, but I really wanted that Big Mac. And those chicken nuggets.
...and the apple pies.
Stop judging me.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Why am I so high?I never really got into the whole weed thing in college. It just seemed like getting drunk was more convenient and easier to regulate. I had dabbled a couple of times and was never really impressed. I believe the last time I had any was about five years ago, so of course I decide to dabble again over the weekend thinking it would result in the mild loopiness of the past. Something not unlike sitting at the gas station with your windows down for a little too long. This was not the case.
- Me, 203,843,087,525 times on 4/20
Life lesson: So thaaaatt's what being high is like.
I don't know how to feel. It was enjoyable for the first 30-60 minutes, and then it got old. I swear that twenty minutes at a bar felt like eight hours. I was all ready to go home until I checked the time (12.20 AM!!!) and realized we had a couple more hours to go. In my elevated state, I decide, "Ok, I can deal with this. Just a couple more hours. I will just sit down and not do anything dumb." Ten hours later, it feels like it's 30 degrees inside of a crowded bar, and I'm shivering and clutching my jacket around myself. After three more hours have passed, I check the time. Hm. Only 12:27, that's not good.
And the night continues on like this. I really needed that shit to be over right then. It was getting old.
On top of the fact that this is the highest I've ever been, the DJ was fuckin' terrible. Songs would cut off for no reason. At some points, it sounded like he stepped away from the equipment and just let a cat walk around on top of the knobs/keys/buttons. I really thought I was losing time, the mixing was so terrible. (It has since been confirmed that I did not lose time, and the DJ really was the worst ever.) Now, it was not only the audio fucking with my mind. I underwent optic injury as well. Huge swathes of crazy white kids start "dancing" in front of me, consisting mostly of random jumping and what appeared to be violent seizures. I honestly thought I was hallucinating. I remember repeatedly asking the people around me if they were seeing the same thing. (They were, and I'm not sure if this was what I wanted to hear.) I blame them for making me feel higher than I probably was.
I'm sure there's more to tell, but I was high. Gimme a break. In short, it was cute for about an hour, and that's about it for me.
I don't ever do anything bad. This was all just stealing someone else's story and telling it in the first person to make it a better read. Repeat: I don't actually do ANY of these things.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
I've now realized that this is what makes everything she says super annoying. Taking the words at face value, you wouldn't think it was THAT annoying, but it's all soaked in this self-righteous I'm-better-you attitude that makes me want to rip her face off. Not all of us want to be self-satisfied high and mighty freakshows.
God. Now I'm gonna be annoyed for the rest of the day.
* Thomas' Bagels + Honey Nut Philadelphia creamcheese = awesome.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
- Her parents are quite the bigots,
- Her siblings are often unemployed/drunk/wastes of life, and, most horribly,
- She just had a colonoscopy last week.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
And thank god, I don't think I can take much more of the ennui that is my job.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
I think 84 books should last a little while, don't you?
Hi Catherine, Time to fill your Pool
It's okay to throw our books in the pool.
Yes, you heard right. Your rental pool has dropped to 84 books and we'll have a tough time getting you future shipments when we don't know what you want! To expedite your shipments, it's always important to always have at least 6 in your Rental Pool at all times, especially if a book is not on hand, an alternate in-stock book could be sent so that you're never without your favorite books.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
This and beer.
This and beer and Paul Smith.
This and beer and Paul Smith and shoes in general.
Ok, there is lots of proof that God loves me and wants me to be happy, but this gift of hate is definitely number one right now.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
* Yes, local cathedral.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Thursday, January 31, 2008
I think this water fountain on Pennsylvania Avenue is still broken and in no danger of ever being fixed.
Also, I'm pretty sure that the homeless people use these fountains to wash their underpants. I would not recommend drinking from them.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
- My mom broke her arm in such a way that she is not going to work for 4-6 months. I now must take the bus home, which removes my daily 1.7ish mile walk every weekday. That's a lot of walking.
- Over the Christmas break, I successfully got my metabolism back up. I am hungry every 2-3 hours no matter how much I eat. Without the daily walking, this is bad.
- I love food. Someone just has to mention a food to me and I will desperately want it for the next few days. This week started out with steak, but now I need a crepe. Preferably from this place i used to go to on UPenn's campus. Perhaps I can track down a steak crepe around here.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
On another note, I just signed into my Flickr account and it shows a couple of my photos, some photos from my contacts, and then a couple new photos from everyone on Flickr. Why is there hard core porn in that last category? EW. I don't think that thing's gonna fit ANYWHERE.
You can't just surprise people with porn. It's not right. You need to be mentally prepared for it. At least I do. I don't wanna sign in and be immediately greeted with a demon penis. NO. I need some warning. You gotta ease into it. Such things cannot be rushed. I'm not really sure that applies to boys though. Sometimes I feel like they just sit around bored, and they just up and decide to pop Good Will Cunting into the DVD player. No preamble necessary. But then, boys are gross. I do not think they are a good standard of measurement for the human race. In any case, my point is this: surprise porn is bad porn.
In any case, I located said papers about five minutes later, hiding amongst a pile of unread/unrelated articles. The Panic has passed.
This is my first experience with immediate panic. I've felt stress before, but it was always something more gradual, like an upcoming exam I hadn't prepared for. Or, as a more of-the-moment event, right before a piano competition. However, in both of these cases, I always pulled through and very rarely exhibited any outward sign of stress. People have told me that I'm the calmest person they know. I border on icy. It works for me.
How do people that are easily stressed out deal with life? If that five minutes of sheer terror was a constant theme in my life, I would shoot myself. It fucking sucks. If I don't feel it again for the next twenty years, it will still be too soon. How do people deal with that feeling all the fucking time?
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
While walking off a Metro car:
...so I said that no amount of yoga would help. I mean, it was HUGE...or:
...the doctor said that green was not a good sign...::doors close::
Clearly, my theme for this year is to confound as many people as possible. I think that this is a goal worthy of my time and effort. Don't you?
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
1. In the morning, a blind guy ran into me. When I turned around ready to lash out, his blindness was apparent, and I was forced to hold in my rage. And he apologized. Jerk. How DARE he steal my moment to unleash some annoyance!
2 In the afternoon after work, a gay dude (in a cowboy hat and who seemed a little drunk already) asks me what direction Dupont Circle is. What kind of gay in DC doesn't know that? You would think he's from out of town, but a conversation ensued where he complained about his apartment being under construction and he was running away from the noise, so he's definitely from around here. This degenerated into how much work sucks and only alcohol and a strip club could comfort him. I declined his offer to come hang out at this mythical strip club. I had important tasks to put off and ignore until the last minute.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Monday, January 07, 2008
Friday, January 04, 2008
ME: So where are you from?I encourage all people of color to do this to anyone deserving. Maybe then they'll see how fucking annoying it is.
ME: Nooo, I mean - where are you from?
WHITEY: (Confused) Uh...BALTIMORE.
ME: (Slowly, as English must not be Whitey's first language) Where. Were. You. Born?
WHITEY: (Even more confused) Johns Hopkins?
ME: (Exasperated) Where were your parents born? France? Germany? Perhaps Poland? Do they speak English?
WHITEY: I have to go now.