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half hour in a comic book store..

Tue, 17 Sep 2002 23:54:20 GMT

Neagh. Haven't updated in a while. School's been doin' some dominatin' of my time lately, and I'm usually all written out by the time that I usually update my journal at. I took too many writing workshops this year; that probably has someth9ing to do with it.

I went to the local comic book store today in search of the clerks dvd (for some reason, all the stores here DON'T CARRY IT.)

Anyways, I saw someone there that blew my mind. Sure, it was purely (almost) physical, as she was browsing through some obscure animie thingie, with that rare intelligent look in her eyes and tattoos all over the place. Damn.

Couldn't work up the nerve to approach her, though. As usual. I'll go back tommorrow, though, and see what's up.

Too bad there are no openings there; I could really use a second job.

Blargh.

sunstroke, anyone?

Sun, 08 Sep 2002 23:56:34 GMT

My god, it's fucking hot out today.

And my head hurts. Probably from the sun.

I dunno.

caveman belt sander, part deux

Fri, 06 Sep 2002 01:18:13 GMT

only because I forget how to spell 'neandrethal,' or however-the-fuck you spell it.

Being interrupted while on the internet sucks. Being interrupted while online working on a livejournal entry is worse.

But being interrupted to take a call from the little kiddies daddy to take their snotty-noses asses home fuckin' rules.

Yahoo is being a particular bitch tonight. Hrmpf.

It'll kick your ass like a belt sander from the stone age!

Fri, 06 Sep 2002 01:08:37 GMT

My god, I hate kids.

A woman my sister babysits for dropped off her two little kids thirty minutes ago, and there's no peace in this house. I'm seriously concerned about the health of the remaining ferrets, who they seem to enjoy chasing in endless circles whilst screaming at the top of their lungs. I'm pretty disturbed, so I can only imagine how the critters are feeling.

I went to bed at 3:30 last night, after spending a few hours working on a sketch for mass media. The teacher is quite green, unfortuantley, and she thinks that it's a good idea for everyone to 'get to know each other' by designing their own personalized liscense plates. I'm all for the experience, although I'm more satisfied with any old plate tht they give me than forking over the extra cash to get personalized ones.

Be back in a bit.

not temperature-wise, but emotional-wise...

Wed, 04 Sep 2002 19:55:33 GMT

what a day.

First day of school, so I get to drag my ass out of bed at 6am to get ready. I go downstairs to wake up the ferrets, (a 'good morning' scratch, if you will) and the oldest one was dead.

It's a mixed blessing, I guess; she was old, (much older than ferrets regularly get) and lately she's been having problems getting around. Then again, she seemed to be coping pretty well, preferring instead to cuddle in people's laps and curl up in bed with unsuspecting parties.

As far as I know, she was alive at 2, and apparentley died in her sleep between then and 6. At the very least, she was warm and safe, curled up with the others.

It wouldn't have been so bad if I didn't have to go to school today, but the system turns whether I'm emotionally stable or not. So the whole 'grieving process' got slammed into about ten solid minutes. Sane or not, a person can only do that so many times.

School was.. school. Pretty much the same classes, with the same teachers. My Mass Media class was ten people overbooked-- there's nothing like the teacher asking for volunteers to drop on the first day, and then when nobody steps forward, declaring that any student that doesn't pass this quarter will be automatically dropped.

I'm not even sure that's legal.

Photography class seems to be a breeze-- shoot stuff and develop it. The teacher is cool, which is unusual for our school, I'm still debating whether to put down the money to buy a good camera for the class or not. There's far too many students per school cameras, and I haven't bought anything off of eBay for a long time.

I work tonight, training someone who will replace me if I'm fired. I'm not sure if that's a good indication of job security or not. Ah well. It's an extra three bucks an hour.

Ah, and I have to bring in three things that have sentimental value to me for creative writing class. Bloody hell. And anything that's considered even 'remotley offensive' is banned outright from Mass Media. There goes my ideas.

"Go into the woods, pick something, and eat it."

Sat, 31 Aug 2002 17:07:25 GMT

There's something on the teevee (PBS, of course) where a guy is explaining what trees, flowers, and grasses are edible. I'll remember that for when I run out of money and end up living the woods like a wild boy.

Not a whole lot going on-- weekend laziness. I need to go out and get some pictures taken for the yearbook, as well as picking up various specialized supplies for school yet .(photographic paper, horsehair brushes, etc.) Slight problem is, I haveno money on me at the moment. Damn bank is closed until Tuesday, and I really don't feel like depleting my already-close-to-minimum-balance checking account. Ah well. Maybe I can get through a few days without needing the stuff.

Found a note on my windshield this morning, apparentley from last night. "Sorry. Golf ball bounced and hit your car somewhere." I dunno how I managed to get home without noticing it flapping around, but no matter. As far as I can tell, nothing's broken or shattered or anything, but I'm still curious how my car got hit. Especially since it was behind protective netting, at least forty yards from the first tee. Ah well.

Must be inflated dollars...

Sat, 31 Aug 2002 02:14:46 GMT

I am worth $1,936,640.00. Hrmpf.

smack that motha down!

Sat, 31 Aug 2002 01:38:26 GMT

My head hurts. My hands hurt. My back hurts. My legs hurt. My head hurts. I'd love for someone to give me a nice back rub, but my sensitivity to light and motion at the moment blows that completely out of the question.

I went golfing-for-real for the first time today, and found that I was surprisingly non-sucky. Sure, I was something like 30 shots over par for the course, but for the most part, my shots were well controlled, (read: I didn't hit anything or anybody) placed well, (still on golf course property, at least) and executed with flair. (didn't throw a single club)

A game of drunken Risk is slated for later tonight, but I'm just too fuckin' tired. I have to work tommorrow, and I need to scavenge all the parts of my uniform (pants, socks, shoes, shirt, etc) from the various laundry baskets where they ended up.

I think I'm a wee bit sunburned, too. Damn.

There's some serious PBS action going on in the background-- a BBC-newsy-thing about the current summit going on in South Africa. Like the earth summit in Rio a coupla years back, they still can't figure out anything, although it's evident that the corporate fatheads and conservative bastards are sabotaging the works again. I mean, do we realy need 6 billion people? What's the harm in handing out free condoms to third-world nations? I think it's more of a sin to bring more chldren into the world than you can feed than to slip on a rubber now and then. It's not like you're going to stop people from having sex, so why not at least educate them so they can keep the population under control?

It's not like we here in America are faultless, either. I think as one of the more developed nations in the world, we should start watching ourselves and the amount of children we produce. Cut the world population in half by 2050-- have only one kid per two people.

God, I'm tired. No risk tonight, definatley, although I do adore the game.

blarg.

Fri, 30 Aug 2002 01:13:48 GMT

Well, two dozen balls and four blisters later, I'm as happy as a clam, although my tee shots still have a hook that'd make someone that has a lot of hooks jealous.

Well, I was supposed to meet up with an old friend and play some tennis tonight, but it's way too late (and therefore dark out) to even attempt that now. Ah well. I've been pushing myself a little hard when it comes to outdoor activities lately, so the break is welcome. He'll be around come the weekend, so we'll see what happens from there.

Livejournal has too many emotions too choose from. Before I started this, I spent ten minutes combing through them to finally find "mellow," which I guess describes what I'm feeling right now. A little sexually frustrated, sore about the lower legs, and a little grimy, but I've got a three-liter of my favorite root beer and jell-o shots, so things will be cool. (After a few shots, of course.)

I think I might actually get around to getting nanophylum (my terminally neglected url) up and running tonight. I foresee a marathon coding session, but then again, all my coding sessions are like that. :P

I think the shots should be ready. I wish they made instant jell-o.

Renegades of funk! Ungh!

Thu, 29 Aug 2002 15:24:56 GMT

Speaking of odd habits, I found a full set of golf clubs (bag included) in the trash today. I think all it needs is a sand wedge and I'll be set for golf season this year.

I've always been drawn to stopping and picking things up off of other's refuse piles, especially of late. I'm sure there's now vivid 'baglady' or 'dumpster diver' imagery flying through your head right now, but I assure you that's not the case.

Heh. I'm almost ashamed to admit that most of the cooler things I own are from the trash of others. Half of it has to do with the fact that I'm a cheap bastard and will do anything before departing with my hard-earned cash. The other half is that I'm wierd, and people throw out good shit around here.

My TV is off a trash pile, and of course, it's one of those old ones with the rotary knobs that requires at least ten square feet of aluminium on the rabbit rears to work properly, but it manages remarkably well. I've also got two chairs, (matching 60's egg-type things) and a cool-looking Panama Jack display case that the aforementioned TV is on. It's very rustic-looking, from back in the days where it was cool to be industrial and rough around the edges.

I also found a guitar about a year ago, complete with case. It was a cheap strat ripoff made in Japan, and after a few days it was obvious why it was thrown away. I believe I sold that to a guitar store, where hopefully they fixed it up and sold it to someone who wanted it.

Now if only someone would thrown out a decent computer (complete with monitor) and a decent camera. Oh well. I'm off to play golf.

I sure wish we had food in this house..

Wed, 28 Aug 2002 19:22:07 GMT

...I hate going to work and blowing most of my tips on a good meal.

other'n that. nothing. I get to train two new people next week. It's not all that bad, and you get two extra bucks an hour. Plus, stress, aggrivation, and all the shit that new people pull. Ah well.

I've also come to the conclusion that I have absolutely too many CDs. At last count. I have over 200, from every genre and artist imaginable. I blame the used CD store down the street. I should go through and sell the ones I really don't listen to anymore, but that would probably only get rid of fifty or so. Either that or I need to go out an buy five or six good cd binders so I can have a se4t for the car, work, home, etc. Then hopefully some of the less-listened to discs would get some airplay.

On that note, I need to break down and buy a good digital recorder, as well. My little one-man-band thing has gotten too complicated for my puny little four-track recorder, and it'd be really nice to master on the computer instead of forking over $25 and hour to master at the only place in town where you can still edit on tape. Then, I could also put some stuff on mp3 and get it burned to disc, and hopefully distributed. I know damn well I'm not going to make any money at it, but if one person likes it I'll be happy.

All for now.

this bothersome life..

Wed, 28 Aug 2002 16:33:05 GMT

Aye. I'm tired as fuck.

Today was the day where I jump back into "school schedule:" wake up at 6:00am, be ready for the day by 7:00, and not go to bed until 10:00pm at the earliest.

Well, I woke up at 6:00. Then I slept until 10:00. this is going to be quite a bit harder than I thought.

Thanks to our republican governor and a certain tourist trap (Wisconsin Dells) we are required by law not to start school until after labor day. Well, thank god. Good thing I don't have to go to school until after labor day. What the hell, I'll just go and blow all my money at WISCONSIN DELLS!

/sarcasm

Again, with them dern republicans, it's all about the cashflow. They're going to keep all the kids statewide out of school so that everyone can have a last-free-weekend bender at all the overpriced shit they have up there, nevermind that it'll cut severely into thier first two weeks of summer vacation, (we now get out June 13th) probably costing them more than they pulled in during Labor day weekend. God, the forethought here isn't enough to fill a thimble on a gnat.

That, and the fact that I've got a serious case of the senoir blues. Scratch that. The senior I-don't-give-a-shit-anymore thing. I dunno what it's called. I'll graduate running, (on the FUCKING 13th of June) and hopefully never look back. I've got college pretty much lined up, (I think) all except for a few financial areas.

wet and tired..

Tue, 27 Aug 2002 18:34:08 GMT

I just finished cleaning out the critter cages.. I'm all wet, tired, and pretty satisfied with my efforts today. I'm going to have to shoot my clothes through the laundry as soon as my sister's stuff gets done-- even then I'm not sure that they'll be done in time. Oh well. It won't be the first time that I've gone to work in damp (yet clean) clothes.

I need to clean my room, as well, but I doubt that it will get done before I have to go to work. It's mostly clothes, so it'll probably take me all week to get them done. I need to do some serious sorting, and get rid of most of them.

Subject: It's the fashion police, and you've been BUSTED!

Tue, 27 Aug 2002 16:43:56 GMT

I swear, they'll put anything onto spam these days to try to get you to open it.

Nothing much going on now; I probably need to wash my uniform before I go to work tonight. It sat over the weekend, and I bet it's pretty rancid.

I finally got around to getting a picture up-- it's an old one of myself taken circa 1985-86. As of now, I don't have any taken of me within the past two years, so that one will have to do.

Spent an hour making a bloody livejournal trading card. It turned out rather nicely, I think.

Oh well, off to enjoy the day.

Here we go, on this long, strange wonderful trip...

Tue, 27 Aug 2002 01:21:39 GMT

Ah, having a livejournal again. I really can't describe the feeling, besides not having to identify myself after commenting anonymously on other's journals. Tis the life.

As for today-- nil. No drama, no earth-shattering revelationsl just me sitting here, whiling my life away in front of the computer. Finished up some last-minute back to school shopping, (read: dropped about $50 on school shit) and looked around for something to do. I'm going to have to break down and buy a good camera for both photography class, (as well as a decent video recorder and editing software for mass media) and i'm not too hyped about seeing all the money I've saved up this summer go up in a big puff of smoke. Again, tis the life.