I wasn't going to blog because I thought I'd be whiney and wouldn't have anything good to say.
Turns out I'm not going to blog cause I'm really busy.
But just so you know,
They lived happily ever after. Really.
31.7.10
24.7.10
Well, I'm not sleeping right now. I'm sort of excited, this is going to be a fun time I think. Not that I've ever really looked forward to a month of monogamous sex (who are we kidding) and hanging out with maybe three different people before. I guess I'm just happy where things are right now. I'm actually going to go do something *thumbs up*
Anyway, I don't really have alot to say, I guess. This is probably the last blog for a while, blahblahblah, yeah. I'm just not tired, which makes for an unfortunately low-quality sort of filler.
So I guess here's more music, and I'll talk to you sooner or later!
Don Henley is better than the Ataris, even if his comments section is 1.5 times as pathetic.
P.S. Soph, I was harsh and I'm sorry for that, but you know you and I make pretty shitty friends anyway.
Anyway, I don't really have alot to say, I guess. This is probably the last blog for a while, blahblahblah, yeah. I'm just not tired, which makes for an unfortunately low-quality sort of filler.
So I guess here's more music, and I'll talk to you sooner or later!
Don Henley is better than the Ataris, even if his comments section is 1.5 times as pathetic.
P.S. Soph, I was harsh and I'm sorry for that, but you know you and I make pretty shitty friends anyway.
23.7.10
Last day of free time
Aw man, and no one's even going to find out that even happened. Well that just sucks.
Why is it I can always get away with anything I want and no one ever calls me on my shit, and at the end of the day I come out on top and everyone still apparently loves me? Come on. That's horrible.
Anyway, I feel really good. Like, REALLY good. Nothing could phase me too much right now I don't think. I'd forgotten how nice it is to be THIS happy about things. Seriously, this is nuts.
One more post tomorrow, then you guys are going to have to find something better to read for a while.
Why is it I can always get away with anything I want and no one ever calls me on my shit, and at the end of the day I come out on top and everyone still apparently loves me? Come on. That's horrible.
Anyway, I feel really good. Like, REALLY good. Nothing could phase me too much right now I don't think. I'd forgotten how nice it is to be THIS happy about things. Seriously, this is nuts.
One more post tomorrow, then you guys are going to have to find something better to read for a while.
22.7.10
And on that note...
Well, I had a pretty good night, regardless of whatever you guys are saying. It was just a good example of what happens if no one plans anything at all, but I still thought it was alright for the most part. It just ended ALOT earlier than it should have, but I guess I could of fixed that if I felt like watching Alex and her boyfriend pick on eachother while pretending to play poker. Ok, so, good night with a lame ending, haha.
If you really think you would have had more fun reading a children's novel, well, lame thing for a good friendship to end with, but I wish you and your books a good life and at least I won't miss you either. :) I said "plan something if you want", not "make me drag you to my friend's house", so don't look at me.
Anyway, only one more day. This is getting pretty close, and I assume that this will be one of my final posts. I'm betting this next month would be horrible to read about, so I'll spare you that, but I might pick it up again when I leave. I'll need somewhere to whine about how stupidly humid it is down there, and post pictures of me making obscene images in the red sand.
Since my plans tomorrow don't involve me leaving the house (parents are gone, people are coming here, oooo), this is probably the last time I'll see (or talk to, since I don't really talk to people here on MSN) anyone for a little bit, so I guess I bid adieu to anyone reading this that I don't know about.
Cue nostalgia.
If you really think you would have had more fun reading a children's novel, well, lame thing for a good friendship to end with, but I wish you and your books a good life and at least I won't miss you either. :) I said "plan something if you want", not "make me drag you to my friend's house", so don't look at me.
Anyway, only one more day. This is getting pretty close, and I assume that this will be one of my final posts. I'm betting this next month would be horrible to read about, so I'll spare you that, but I might pick it up again when I leave. I'll need somewhere to whine about how stupidly humid it is down there, and post pictures of me making obscene images in the red sand.
Since my plans tomorrow don't involve me leaving the house (parents are gone, people are coming here, oooo), this is probably the last time I'll see (or talk to, since I don't really talk to people here on MSN) anyone for a little bit, so I guess I bid adieu to anyone reading this that I don't know about.
Cue nostalgia.
I feel like running around and breaking stuff today. In a fun way.
Supposed to be drinking with Lindsay, Sam, and Justin at some point, but it's looking like I might just go to Alex's instead, since she's currently wanting to do something, and I'm bored of sitting around. Linds, remind me to get a more exact time off you next time. I always forget you usually do things pretty late and waste my whole day waiting around to hang out otherwise. Anyway, if I do go over there, you've got the number and shit I think, hopefully ya track me down. I just don't have a heap of time left and kind of want to cram everything into it, haha.
I love that Gwar song. I don't know why. I guess the lyrics are kind of interesting or something, if you actually look them up. Maybe it's the picture the video stops at, haha. I've been listening to alot of really old music lately. Even broke out the NOFX the other day. Yup.
Well, I'm out of shit to say.
I watched V for Vendetta stoned again. I guess I forgot why I don't do that.
I get that it's your gimmick, and it's very impressive, but the practical side of me FUCKING HATES that V-repetition thing you do. Seriously, a masked politico-criminal should be able to convey himself much more understandably. Do you really think lower-class Britain has a vocabulary to keep up with yours?
Weed makes me mad at movies, apparently.
I get that it's your gimmick, and it's very impressive, but the practical side of me FUCKING HATES that V-repetition thing you do. Seriously, a masked politico-criminal should be able to convey himself much more understandably. Do you really think lower-class Britain has a vocabulary to keep up with yours?
Weed makes me mad at movies, apparently.
21.7.10
Cutting grass with an axe.
If a girl asks you a question, and really wants an honest answer,
and that honest answer happens to be "Well yeah, honestly it does make you look incredibly slutty, I just don't really care because it doesn't affect me and you aren't", an opinion you've long held but never shared,
who's at fault for the insuing fight?
Bleh. Don't ask me questions just to get pissed off at what I have to say about them.
Anyway, did you know it's really hard to cut a tree down when it's on a ridge above you? It's also fun to guess where it's falling.
I've never had this much fun mowing the lawn before.
and that honest answer happens to be "Well yeah, honestly it does make you look incredibly slutty, I just don't really care because it doesn't affect me and you aren't", an opinion you've long held but never shared,
who's at fault for the insuing fight?
Bleh. Don't ask me questions just to get pissed off at what I have to say about them.
Anyway, did you know it's really hard to cut a tree down when it's on a ridge above you? It's also fun to guess where it's falling.
I've never had this much fun mowing the lawn before.
It's always sunny in the morning, it sucks around the ending of the night.
Twin Peaks still won't work on SurfTheChannel.com, and it's starting to annoy me.
I think I have two readers now. Yipee. To answer Asshole's question, I'm going to the east coast, about as far away as I can get on a limited budget. I've got a place to live there for cheap and everything, so *thumbs up*.
Anyway, here's a few songs for all the confused people out there. I kinda get the feeling no one really knows what the fuck they're doing anymore*, and while I may know where I'm going and how I'm getting there, I don't really know what I'm doing once I'm there any better.
By the way, both bars and myself frown on lighting pictures of pretty girls on fire then throwing them into drink cups. Obviously he's never accidentally lit his legs on fire playing with flammable liquor.
*Except the good folks out in the patch. It doesn't really matter what sort of life they have planned, because they'll probably have enough cash to do whatever they want anyway.
I think I have two readers now. Yipee. To answer Asshole's question, I'm going to the east coast, about as far away as I can get on a limited budget. I've got a place to live there for cheap and everything, so *thumbs up*.
Anyway, here's a few songs for all the confused people out there. I kinda get the feeling no one really knows what the fuck they're doing anymore*, and while I may know where I'm going and how I'm getting there, I don't really know what I'm doing once I'm there any better.
By the way, both bars and myself frown on lighting pictures of pretty girls on fire then throwing them into drink cups. Obviously he's never accidentally lit his legs on fire playing with flammable liquor.
*Except the good folks out in the patch. It doesn't really matter what sort of life they have planned, because they'll probably have enough cash to do whatever they want anyway.
20.7.10
Wow, now that I think about it, three years and you were still being a douche at the start of this one. And this is actually horrifyingly typical of people I know down here.
All that said, I'd like to think most of my friends know what I think about them, and even if it isn't nessicarily positive, obviously still hang out with me. I don't try to hide my opinions, I just don't point them out to most people.
Besides, while I don't think I'm a woman, I'm certainly a blameless whiney man-child who won't do anything for himself sometimes, and I think even that is someone else's fault. So really, what does my opinion on it matter anyway? If you really break it down, no one should really care what anyone else is, since we're all pretty shite in certain ways ourselves sometimes.
Anyways, I am really NOT going to miss any of this shit at all, and I'm going to horribly fuck up any chance of ever having a life here again before I leave just so I don't come back for a LONG, LONG time.
I've spent the last 40 minutes rolling joints without thinking about it.
It's time to go get stoned, haha.
All that said, I'd like to think most of my friends know what I think about them, and even if it isn't nessicarily positive, obviously still hang out with me. I don't try to hide my opinions, I just don't point them out to most people.
Besides, while I don't think I'm a woman, I'm certainly a blameless whiney man-child who won't do anything for himself sometimes, and I think even that is someone else's fault. So really, what does my opinion on it matter anyway? If you really break it down, no one should really care what anyone else is, since we're all pretty shite in certain ways ourselves sometimes.
Anyways, I am really NOT going to miss any of this shit at all, and I'm going to horribly fuck up any chance of ever having a life here again before I leave just so I don't come back for a LONG, LONG time.
I've spent the last 40 minutes rolling joints without thinking about it.
It's time to go get stoned, haha.
18.7.10
I'M IN A BIG BE A DICK TO EVERYONE MAD MOOD LATELY AND YOU ALL WILL PAY FOR IT
I don't care if it's selfish or anti-social or whatever. I fucking hate when people call me, especially when I'm online and they are too.
I mean, yeah, nice you want to talk to me, but I'm fucking busy and don't really like people enough in general to drop what I'm doing to go find a phone and listen to whatever it is you want to talk about. It's annoying. I'm in the middle of something, then suddenly I just have to pretend like that doesn't matter at all and listen to drivel.
It's one thing if I'm not online or told you to do it, or even if you're doing it just because but still have something real to say. But seriously. Stop fucking phoning me, everyone.
Anyway, I was drawing something to post before all this. I shall try to finish that.
Lisa says (8:02 PM):
you know i almost forgot how sweet you are when you actually want to show you care
Awe.
I only have one friend who knows who Fred Penner is. I am in shock and this is probably the bad shit I was expecting.
Fred Penner was my Mister Dressup as a kid. Canadian public TV is so cool, Christ.
I mean, yeah, nice you want to talk to me, but I'm fucking busy and don't really like people enough in general to drop what I'm doing to go find a phone and listen to whatever it is you want to talk about. It's annoying. I'm in the middle of something, then suddenly I just have to pretend like that doesn't matter at all and listen to drivel.
It's one thing if I'm not online or told you to do it, or even if you're doing it just because but still have something real to say. But seriously. Stop fucking phoning me, everyone.
Anyway, I was drawing something to post before all this. I shall try to finish that.
Lisa says (8:02 PM):
you know i almost forgot how sweet you are when you actually want to show you care
Awe.
I only have one friend who knows who Fred Penner is. I am in shock and this is probably the bad shit I was expecting.
Fred Penner was my Mister Dressup as a kid. Canadian public TV is so cool, Christ.
WELL. I'm really glad that that's probably all it'll turn out to be.
I'm not gonna get mad like before. I'm just going to reserve my right to fuck on off, and I'm really going to enjoy the next part here, yay.
I've been watching Twin Peaks lately. It's good.
It's my dad's birthday tomorrow. I wish it wasn't. I want to sleep all day, and then the next. I think I'm still sick.
I'm not gonna get mad like before. I'm just going to reserve my right to fuck on off, and I'm really going to enjoy the next part here, yay.
I've been watching Twin Peaks lately. It's good.
It's my dad's birthday tomorrow. I wish it wasn't. I want to sleep all day, and then the next. I think I'm still sick.
Still waiting on that bad thing.
I have a Jewish friend. Did you know that? I didn't know that.
Steven says (1:08 AM):
I don't really know any Jews. I think you're like my first officially Jewish friend.
Hannah says (1:08 AM):
Haha, I'm honored.
I don't know if I count though, I'm only ethnically Jewish.
Got the Bat Mitzvah money and ran.
Steven says (1:09 AM):
It's likely as close as I'll ever get. I suspect everyone lapses untill they're old, and I'll probably die before then.
Judaism isn't really a "fun" religion, as far as I can tell.
I have a Jewish friend. Did you know that? I didn't know that.
Steven says (1:08 AM):
I don't really know any Jews. I think you're like my first officially Jewish friend.
Hannah says (1:08 AM):
Haha, I'm honored.
I don't know if I count though, I'm only ethnically Jewish.
Got the Bat Mitzvah money and ran.
Steven says (1:09 AM):
It's likely as close as I'll ever get. I suspect everyone lapses untill they're old, and I'll probably die before then.
Judaism isn't really a "fun" religion, as far as I can tell.
17.7.10
16.7.10
This is going to sound really stupid.
But you share a birthday.
He died the year you were born.
You both drink as much as I do.
You're just a grumpy as him.
You're artistic.
You attract the misfits too.
I'm pretty sure you're his reincarnation, because I've never met anyone I can relate to more than him, and I've never met anyone I have technically more in common with than you.
But you share a birthday.
He died the year you were born.
You both drink as much as I do.
You're just a grumpy as him.
You're artistic.
You attract the misfits too.
I'm pretty sure you're his reincarnation, because I've never met anyone I can relate to more than him, and I've never met anyone I have technically more in common with than you.
15.7.10
Marla says (9:43 PM):
I'm Hannah
We did not have a rap battle
We met over a common interest in Built to Spill
Marla says (9:44 PM):
Once I talked to you for like, 3 hours after I took 200 mg of amphetamines and went to a Lightning Bolt show
Ringing any bells?
Haha, I love the women I attract. I also have to stop nicknaming them on MSN when I'm drunk.
Hannah (NJ) says (9:46 PM):
I use to smoke a ton of weed and do a lot of drugs but I'm not into that anymore. I don't know if you remember that.
Interestingly, I both do and don't remember that, because I'm pretty sure whoever you are killed her and took her place, since you don't seem to remember any of it either.
I don't remember asking her about a rap battle either, so I guess maybe we've had this conversation before and I just do too many drugs.
I'm Hannah
We did not have a rap battle
We met over a common interest in Built to Spill
Marla says (9:44 PM):
Once I talked to you for like, 3 hours after I took 200 mg of amphetamines and went to a Lightning Bolt show
Ringing any bells?
Haha, I love the women I attract. I also have to stop nicknaming them on MSN when I'm drunk.
Hannah (NJ) says (9:46 PM):
I use to smoke a ton of weed and do a lot of drugs but I'm not into that anymore. I don't know if you remember that.
Interestingly, I both do and don't remember that, because I'm pretty sure whoever you are killed her and took her place, since you don't seem to remember any of it either.
I don't remember asking her about a rap battle either, so I guess maybe we've had this conversation before and I just do too many drugs.
I keep losing my sticky notes.
July 24th
YQU - GP
3:00 PM Alta time
Lounge open noon for pre-game.
There, just TRY to forget now.
YQU - GP
3:00 PM Alta time
Lounge open noon for pre-game.
There, just TRY to forget now.
14.7.10
I've been really sick lately, but today feels better. Lindsay brought me out food and I think having something semi-real helped alot.
I hate being sick, because
A) I never get sick.
and
B) No matter what I have, it manifests itself as my skin hurting and a fever. I used to be a sickly little kid, and pretty much every diseased moment of my youth was spent with these things.
Anyway, I can now move and go around the house without wanting to die now, haha. Made some burgers today and I suspect I'll be healthy in no time.
I hate being sick, because
A) I never get sick.
and
B) No matter what I have, it manifests itself as my skin hurting and a fever. I used to be a sickly little kid, and pretty much every diseased moment of my youth was spent with these things.
Anyway, I can now move and go around the house without wanting to die now, haha. Made some burgers today and I suspect I'll be healthy in no time.
12.7.10
Videodrome
I"m really suprized I haven't written about this yet.
And I wanna go watch it now, so I guess I still haven't yet.
Here's some excerpts from the wiki, to tide ya over.
Videodrome is a 1983 Canadian science fiction thriller film written and directed by David Cronenberg, starring James Woods, Sonja Smits, and singer Deborah Harry.
Plot
Max Renn (James Woods) is the president of CIVIC-TV (Channel 83, Cable 12), a sleazy Toronto UHF television station specializing in sensationalistic programming. Displeased with his station's current lineup (which mostly consists of softcore pornography), Max is on a seemingly endless quest for something that isn't so "soft" and will "break through" to a new audience.
One morning, Max is summoned to the clandestine office of Harlan (Peter Dvorsky), who operates CIVIC-TV's pirate satellite dish which can pirate broadcasts from as far away as Asia. Harlan shows him "Videodrome," a plotless television show apparently being broadcast out of Malaysia, which depicts the brutal torture and eventual murder of anonymous victims in a bizarre, reddish-orange chamber. Believing this to be the future of television— (staged) snuff TV— Max orders Harlan to begin pirating the show.
Yup. Really weird, but much better than "Lost Hiway" and all those other Cronenbergs you actually hear about.
Speaking of weird, I'm sure I've posted something from Stalker on here before, but here's probably my favorite scene from one of the best movies out there.
And I wanna go watch it now, so I guess I still haven't yet.
Here's some excerpts from the wiki, to tide ya over.
Videodrome is a 1983 Canadian science fiction thriller film written and directed by David Cronenberg, starring James Woods, Sonja Smits, and singer Deborah Harry.
Plot
Max Renn (James Woods) is the president of CIVIC-TV (Channel 83, Cable 12), a sleazy Toronto UHF television station specializing in sensationalistic programming. Displeased with his station's current lineup (which mostly consists of softcore pornography), Max is on a seemingly endless quest for something that isn't so "soft" and will "break through" to a new audience.
One morning, Max is summoned to the clandestine office of Harlan (Peter Dvorsky), who operates CIVIC-TV's pirate satellite dish which can pirate broadcasts from as far away as Asia. Harlan shows him "Videodrome," a plotless television show apparently being broadcast out of Malaysia, which depicts the brutal torture and eventual murder of anonymous victims in a bizarre, reddish-orange chamber. Believing this to be the future of television— (staged) snuff TV— Max orders Harlan to begin pirating the show.
Yup. Really weird, but much better than "Lost Hiway" and all those other Cronenbergs you actually hear about.
Speaking of weird, I'm sure I've posted something from Stalker on here before, but here's probably my favorite scene from one of the best movies out there.
11.7.10
Sean Connery punches like and old school cowboy.
Seriously, I've heard he slapped a hooked and she landed half a block away. I would not want to get punched by Sean Connery.
Man, I am FUCKING WASTED.
Man, I am FUCKING WASTED.
10.7.10
I must be stoned. We're talking about sex and us and I feel like we're two old boxers talking about slugging it out in days gone by.
I really don't like what you became.
I'm going to go out and find something young and stupid, and I'm going to fuck it once and never talk to it again.
I'm going to repeat untill I feel better about this.
I really don't like what you became.
I'm going to go out and find something young and stupid, and I'm going to fuck it once and never talk to it again.
I'm going to repeat untill I feel better about this.
9.7.10
One thing I've never done with a beautiful woman is play chess.
Haha, you ARE a weenie.
Oh well, most of them are.
I had something to write here that I wanted to write for a while, but it slips my mind now. I'll come back and edit this later.
You have invited Stephanie to start Checkers. Please wait for a response or Cancel (Alt+Q) the pending invitation.
Stephanie has declined your invitation to start Checkers.
Steven says (6:39 PM):
Damn.
Stephanie says (6:39 PM):
Fuck.
Steven says (6:40 PM):
Tourettes! Tourettes!
Stephanie says (6:41 PM):
I was hoping we were just spewing out swear words.
So I went with it.
Steven says (6:41 PM):
You have invited Stephanie to start Checkers. Please wait for a response or Cancel (Alt+Q) the pending invitation.
Stephanie has declined your invitation to start Checkers.
Steven says (6:39 PM):
Damn.
No one will play checkers with me. I feel six again.
Stephanie says (6:41 PM):
OH, LOL.
Stephanie says (6:42 PM):
Who else wouldn't play with you.
Steven says (6:42 PM):
Paul. Only cause I don't think he's ever beaten me.
Hardly my fault he really sucks at checkers.
Stephanie says (6:43 PM):
I wanted to make you suffer a bit longer.
But I didn't actually reject your invitation.
My MSN just doesn't let me do anything.
I didn't even see it.
Steven says (6:45 PM):
Ah. So no one will play checkers with me and my only friend is the slow girl who CAN'T play checkers.
I AM six again. Yay
Stephanie says (6:49 PM):
Do you know how to play Chess.
Steven says (6:49 PM):
I try?
Stephanie says (6:49 PM):
Want to?
Steven says (6:49 PM):
We can do that?
Stephanie says (6:49 PM):
flyordie.com
Want to?
This is probably the hottest conversation I've had all week. Girls who look nice but can beat me horribly at chess, that's the best.
Oh well, most of them are.
I had something to write here that I wanted to write for a while, but it slips my mind now. I'll come back and edit this later.
You have invited Stephanie to start Checkers. Please wait for a response or Cancel (Alt+Q) the pending invitation.
Stephanie has declined your invitation to start Checkers.
Steven says (6:39 PM):
Damn.
Stephanie says (6:39 PM):
Fuck.
Steven says (6:40 PM):
Tourettes! Tourettes!
Stephanie says (6:41 PM):
I was hoping we were just spewing out swear words.
So I went with it.
Steven says (6:41 PM):
You have invited Stephanie to start Checkers. Please wait for a response or Cancel (Alt+Q) the pending invitation.
Stephanie has declined your invitation to start Checkers.
Steven says (6:39 PM):
Damn.
No one will play checkers with me. I feel six again.
Stephanie says (6:41 PM):
OH, LOL.
Stephanie says (6:42 PM):
Who else wouldn't play with you.
Steven says (6:42 PM):
Paul. Only cause I don't think he's ever beaten me.
Hardly my fault he really sucks at checkers.
Stephanie says (6:43 PM):
I wanted to make you suffer a bit longer.
But I didn't actually reject your invitation.
My MSN just doesn't let me do anything.
I didn't even see it.
Steven says (6:45 PM):
Ah. So no one will play checkers with me and my only friend is the slow girl who CAN'T play checkers.
I AM six again. Yay
Stephanie says (6:49 PM):
Do you know how to play Chess.
Steven says (6:49 PM):
I try?
Stephanie says (6:49 PM):
Want to?
Steven says (6:49 PM):
We can do that?
Stephanie says (6:49 PM):
flyordie.com
Want to?
This is probably the hottest conversation I've had all week. Girls who look nice but can beat me horribly at chess, that's the best.
Missed by *this* much.
British movies are better because even in the comedies, all these sad, horrible things happen to all the characters.
It makes me all warm and fuzzy.
It makes me all warm and fuzzy.
8.7.10
Chinaski
in the hospitals and jails
it's the worst
in madhouses
it's the worst
in penthouses
it's the worst
in skid row flophouses
it's the worst
at poetry readings
at rock concerts
at benefits for the disabled
it's the worst
at funerals
at weddings
it's the worst
at parades
at skating rinks
at sexual orgies
it's the worst
at midnight
at 3 a.m.
at 5:45 p.m.
it's the worst
falling through the sky
firing squads
that's the best
thinking of India
looking at popcorn stands
watching the bull get the matador
that's the best
boxed lightbulbs
an old dog scratching
peanuts in a celluloid bag
that's the best
spraying roaches
a clean pair of stockings
natural guts defeating natural talent
that's the best
in front of firing squads
throwing crusts to seagulls
slicing tomatoes
that's the best
rugs with cigarette burns
cracks in sidewalks
waitresses still sane
that's the best
my hands dead
my heart dead
silence
adagio of rocks
the world ablaze
that's the best
for me.
it's the worst
in madhouses
it's the worst
in penthouses
it's the worst
in skid row flophouses
it's the worst
at poetry readings
at rock concerts
at benefits for the disabled
it's the worst
at funerals
at weddings
it's the worst
at parades
at skating rinks
at sexual orgies
it's the worst
at midnight
at 3 a.m.
at 5:45 p.m.
it's the worst
falling through the sky
firing squads
that's the best
thinking of India
looking at popcorn stands
watching the bull get the matador
that's the best
boxed lightbulbs
an old dog scratching
peanuts in a celluloid bag
that's the best
spraying roaches
a clean pair of stockings
natural guts defeating natural talent
that's the best
in front of firing squads
throwing crusts to seagulls
slicing tomatoes
that's the best
rugs with cigarette burns
cracks in sidewalks
waitresses still sane
that's the best
my hands dead
my heart dead
silence
adagio of rocks
the world ablaze
that's the best
for me.
Lindsay- The touch of your lips is a shock not a kiss, it's electric twist, an electric twist. says (2:20 AM):
I never really thought about it before, but I am now. And it's like wow, hmm... I kinda get it now
Steven says (2:21 AM):
I'm not at all sure what we're talking about anymore, hah.
Lindsay- The touch of your lips is a shock not a kiss, it's electric twist, an electric twist. says (2:22 AM):
Before I never really checked you out, you know? Never paid attention to whether or not your good looking, cause your Steven, my big brother kinda thing. But now I am and it's like, I see why girls are always trailing after you. Your pretty handsome.
Steven says (2:22 AM):
HAH, I don't think I've ever gotten a girl with looks in my life.
Lindsay- The touch of your lips is a shock not a kiss, it's electric twist, an electric twist. says (2:23 AM):
you probably have, just don't realise it
Steven says (2:23 AM):
Maybe.
But not at all, really.
I know how I get girls, but it's not my job to give all myself away.
I guess to prove a point, though you'll probably never re-read this, WE dated, and you never looked before.
I stand by my looks comments.
Anyway. I have more to write on other things, this is just a placeholder.
I never really thought about it before, but I am now. And it's like wow, hmm... I kinda get it now
Steven says (2:21 AM):
I'm not at all sure what we're talking about anymore, hah.
Lindsay- The touch of your lips is a shock not a kiss, it's electric twist, an electric twist. says (2:22 AM):
Before I never really checked you out, you know? Never paid attention to whether or not your good looking, cause your Steven, my big brother kinda thing. But now I am and it's like, I see why girls are always trailing after you. Your pretty handsome.
Steven says (2:22 AM):
HAH, I don't think I've ever gotten a girl with looks in my life.
Lindsay- The touch of your lips is a shock not a kiss, it's electric twist, an electric twist. says (2:23 AM):
you probably have, just don't realise it
Steven says (2:23 AM):
Maybe.
But not at all, really.
I know how I get girls, but it's not my job to give all myself away.
I guess to prove a point, though you'll probably never re-read this, WE dated, and you never looked before.
I stand by my looks comments.
Anyway. I have more to write on other things, this is just a placeholder.
7.7.10
I am caught between being happy and realizing this is a REALLY bad idea in alot of ways.
But, it'll be fun and a good time had by all and something new to do and who knows, maybe some of my bad ideas will work out once and a while, right?
Anyway, I think I'm done going to the bar for a while. So, in that light, I'm going to have to go make my own steak. Maybe I'll write more later in Blogger saves this little blurb.
But, it'll be fun and a good time had by all and something new to do and who knows, maybe some of my bad ideas will work out once and a while, right?
Anyway, I think I'm done going to the bar for a while. So, in that light, I'm going to have to go make my own steak. Maybe I'll write more later in Blogger saves this little blurb.
Who we are?
I copied and pasted the wrong thing. Now I can't find the rest. Drugs are bad and doing nothing is worse.
But ANYWAY, here's the music video I wanted to put up with something else, so listen to it and, yeah.
6.7.10
Even I can turn down a drink.
it in the back of your truck
alexandra-marie says (10:52 AM):
hey since igave you 60 bucks and my tab was only 30 bucks can you buy me a pack of kokanee tall cans and come drink them with me at regans, everyones gone and the dogs have mites so i have to wait til savannah gets back with the remedy to take zes home
alexandra-marie says (10:53 AM):
and i really want a cold crisp beer right now
work is so exhausting
did you get your drums?
i fell sleep pretty early yesterday i just got your message today
alexandra-marie says (10:54 AM):
steve you must answer
alexandra-marie says (10:55 AM):
also after this if you do get me beer and zes gets her shit do you wanna go swimming and drink there at man maid? its so nice out today
im gunna call you cuz this sounds like a kick ass plan
alexandra-marie says (10:58 AM):
kay i just did you should wake up man
i'll probably go to sleep around 3 so soooo wake on up!
alexandra-marie says (11:01 AM):
ekaw pu!
alexandra-marie says (11:17 AM):
k im going homne now call me there
alexandra-marie says (11:38 AM):
steve wake up
come oooooon lets go swimm and drink beers
alexandra-marie says (11:45 AM):
steeeeve did you come to my house yesterday or was i haveing a savage lucid dream
alexandra-marie says (11:51 AM):
come on
alexandra-marie says (11:54 AM):
steve
steve
steve
steve
alexandra-marie says (11:57 AM):
steve what the sit
shit
dont make me call your house again
alexandra-marie says (12:06 PM):
why are you being a jerk
Then on facebook. The calling ever five minutes is a classy touch too.
I'm using your "30 bucks" to buy bullets,then going out with Carter and Henney. If we didn't already drink it all. Sorry.
P.S. I did get the drums, but me and Lou had to break into your buddy's house to get them, since no one was home and you weren't available. Yup.
alexandra-marie says (10:52 AM):
hey since igave you 60 bucks and my tab was only 30 bucks can you buy me a pack of kokanee tall cans and come drink them with me at regans, everyones gone and the dogs have mites so i have to wait til savannah gets back with the remedy to take zes home
alexandra-marie says (10:53 AM):
and i really want a cold crisp beer right now
work is so exhausting
did you get your drums?
i fell sleep pretty early yesterday i just got your message today
alexandra-marie says (10:54 AM):
steve you must answer
alexandra-marie says (10:55 AM):
also after this if you do get me beer and zes gets her shit do you wanna go swimming and drink there at man maid? its so nice out today
im gunna call you cuz this sounds like a kick ass plan
alexandra-marie says (10:58 AM):
kay i just did you should wake up man
i'll probably go to sleep around 3 so soooo wake on up!
alexandra-marie says (11:01 AM):
ekaw pu!
alexandra-marie says (11:17 AM):
k im going homne now call me there
alexandra-marie says (11:38 AM):
steve wake up
come oooooon lets go swimm and drink beers
alexandra-marie says (11:45 AM):
steeeeve did you come to my house yesterday or was i haveing a savage lucid dream
alexandra-marie says (11:51 AM):
come on
alexandra-marie says (11:54 AM):
steve
steve
steve
steve
alexandra-marie says (11:57 AM):
steve what the sit
shit
dont make me call your house again
alexandra-marie says (12:06 PM):
why are you being a jerk
Then on facebook. The calling ever five minutes is a classy touch too.
I'm using your "30 bucks" to buy bullets,then going out with Carter and Henney. If we didn't already drink it all. Sorry.
P.S. I did get the drums, but me and Lou had to break into your buddy's house to get them, since no one was home and you weren't available. Yup.
5.7.10
Letter To Haley
Hey,
So, don't know that you'll be reading this or use this particular address anymore, but I don't remember your blog address and the last time I was on there things weren't smooth.
Anyway, I wanted to say sorry for cutting you out like that. It was a dick move, and I do totally realize this, but hopefully now you understand it a little more. Really not the right thing to do, but definately the healthy thing, blah blah blah, etc. etc.
But that's not really the point. The point is, fundementally you're a good person and a nice girl, and I treated you like most of the incredible bitches I tend to date, which was not at all the way a man should act, and I feel bad about it. I don't really expect us to be buddies or anything now, or really even for you to have probably thought of this beyond a few months after it happened, but hopefully you get this anyway.
I'm not usually appologetic, even when I do do scuzzy selfish shit, but I was rereading through some of her emails. Besides being pathetically grovelly for someone so bright, they made me feel bad for treating someone that probably understood things really quickly like someone deserving of scorn, and that wasn't right.
Anyway, guess emails are good enough and hopefully every's all happy and shit whereever they are.
So, don't know that you'll be reading this or use this particular address anymore, but I don't remember your blog address and the last time I was on there things weren't smooth.
Anyway, I wanted to say sorry for cutting you out like that. It was a dick move, and I do totally realize this, but hopefully now you understand it a little more. Really not the right thing to do, but definately the healthy thing, blah blah blah, etc. etc.
But that's not really the point. The point is, fundementally you're a good person and a nice girl, and I treated you like most of the incredible bitches I tend to date, which was not at all the way a man should act, and I feel bad about it. I don't really expect us to be buddies or anything now, or really even for you to have probably thought of this beyond a few months after it happened, but hopefully you get this anyway.
I'm not usually appologetic, even when I do do scuzzy selfish shit, but I was rereading through some of her emails. Besides being pathetically grovelly for someone so bright, they made me feel bad for treating someone that probably understood things really quickly like someone deserving of scorn, and that wasn't right.
Anyway, guess emails are good enough and hopefully every's all happy and shit whereever they are.
4.7.10
3.7.10
I Was A Girly Little Douchebag, pt. I
OH MAN.
Ok, I can't actually post this after all, mostly because I'm tearing up too much to see the screen to type things. As i've learned, reading back through an angsty youth journal with the thoughs of posting something funny and embarassing from when you were alot dumber is hard to do.
Basically, I got to the page where I'm asking one girl to dinner on my 6th month with another girl and somehow still feeling bad for myself, and I started laughing so hard that I can't really sit up without getting a cramp now.
I really will post some of it sometime. Maybe not out of this book (labled "BURN THIS ONE", lawl), since it's horrifyingly like a more angsty emo Henry Rollins that most of the others (and in all the wrong ways), but I will eventually find a horribly embarassing story, since awkwardness is funny no matter who's it is.
Ok, I can't actually post this after all, mostly because I'm tearing up too much to see the screen to type things. As i've learned, reading back through an angsty youth journal with the thoughs of posting something funny and embarassing from when you were alot dumber is hard to do.
Basically, I got to the page where I'm asking one girl to dinner on my 6th month with another girl and somehow still feeling bad for myself, and I started laughing so hard that I can't really sit up without getting a cramp now.
I really will post some of it sometime. Maybe not out of this book (labled "BURN THIS ONE", lawl), since it's horrifyingly like a more angsty emo Henry Rollins that most of the others (and in all the wrong ways), but I will eventually find a horribly embarassing story, since awkwardness is funny no matter who's it is.
Still depressingly boring. I don't mean in the sense that things are just horrible, since it's really pretty tough for any present moment to really be all THAT bad unless you want it to be. I mean in the way that they're just slightly lame, and for what is supposed to be the best days of our lives, any lameness creates a bit of a depressing aura. I don't have a whole lot going for me beyond being really good at out smoking everyone and generally being happy about things, and while that's fine for now, "Did I ever tell you about the time I stayed at home and did nothing, but was happy about it?" makes for a really stupid story to tell when you're old. I've DONE lots of shit, but I remember half of what I should, can tell a quarter of it without seeming odd, and have done none of it anytime recently*. I have fun, but it's sort of repetative, in-a-rut fun.
Anyway. Lots of bars lately. Fun times at Eagan's in GP and sort of awkward but fun (for me) times outside the Casino. I suspect there were fun times in Rock City and in the Casino too, so really it worked out pretty well for everyone since I only had to put up with a little weirdness over vomit, annoying guys, and who knows what else could have happened, and that's usually good enough at a bar.
Went to Finnigan's with Alex beforehand. Turns out I know the owner, which doesn't really make him less weird. Alex brought the bartender to GP, but ditched him. It was kinda pathetic, but Lindsay thought he was cute (XD), and I didn't really have to watch him be desperate, so it was pretty ok too.
Went to Rockwell's and the DC Casino with Henney today. Drank alot of beer and ate some insanely good food. I also beat Henney at pool 3 of 5, which was really suprising since I've never seen anyone beat him. I guess there's an advantage to drinking alot lately, even if I can't walk right, I can still maintain a sober pool game. We drove to the gravel pits behind my house and hiked the mile or so into the rimrocks, then smoked wayy too few joints and climbed around for a while. I hadn't walked in there before, but it was probably pretty good for me and was a nice way to kill an afternoon.
I don't really have much more to say right now I guess. This has been another boring post about nothing.
*The other quarter is things I don't think I CAN tell people, either because I'd have to start saying "how are yeh?" and generally acting like everybody's favorite vampiric wank again, or because it makes somebody else look even worse than that. Yay!
Anyway. Lots of bars lately. Fun times at Eagan's in GP and sort of awkward but fun (for me) times outside the Casino. I suspect there were fun times in Rock City and in the Casino too, so really it worked out pretty well for everyone since I only had to put up with a little weirdness over vomit, annoying guys, and who knows what else could have happened, and that's usually good enough at a bar.
Went to Finnigan's with Alex beforehand. Turns out I know the owner, which doesn't really make him less weird. Alex brought the bartender to GP, but ditched him. It was kinda pathetic, but Lindsay thought he was cute (XD), and I didn't really have to watch him be desperate, so it was pretty ok too.
Went to Rockwell's and the DC Casino with Henney today. Drank alot of beer and ate some insanely good food. I also beat Henney at pool 3 of 5, which was really suprising since I've never seen anyone beat him. I guess there's an advantage to drinking alot lately, even if I can't walk right, I can still maintain a sober pool game. We drove to the gravel pits behind my house and hiked the mile or so into the rimrocks, then smoked wayy too few joints and climbed around for a while. I hadn't walked in there before, but it was probably pretty good for me and was a nice way to kill an afternoon.
I don't really have much more to say right now I guess. This has been another boring post about nothing.
*The other quarter is things I don't think I CAN tell people, either because I'd have to start saying "how are yeh?" and generally acting like everybody's favorite vampiric wank again, or because it makes somebody else look even worse than that. Yay!
1.7.10
I'm feeling all impressed withmyself for opening a bottle of wine with my thumbs.
I'm feeling more impressed because I'm somehow managing to drink this shitty wine.
I had something of importance to write, but now I've got a good buzz and no memory, so I guess that's not happening.
I just finished re-reading Maus.I think I got alot more out of it this time.
Basically, it's a Holocaust story, and fuck, I feel like I'm writing a book report. I either need to be much more or much less drunk for that shit.
Um. Yeah. I don't know. I think I'll just start posting whatever I write on paper. It's easier than coming up with new bullshit for here all the time, yes.
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Steven says (9:13 PM):
My booze smells like boots.
What a sad excuse for a Canada Day
Paul says (9:17 PM):
i'm about to have the time of my life tomorrow.
Steven says (9:17 PM):
Oh?
Paul says (9:18 PM):
vegas. tomorrow. 21 now.
Steven says (9:19 PM):
Wicked.
Paul says (9:21 PM):
want to come?
Steven says (9:21 PM):
Love to, couldn't get there in time
Paul says (9:21 PM):
i'll use my instant telepotty.
Steven says (9:22 PM):
What're your plans when you're there?
Paul says (9:23 PM):
-shrug- hit up some titty bars, toss back a few, game at the arcade and get laid if i'm lucky.
Steven says (9:23 PM):
...or buy a hooker.
I hear they're quite classy down there.
Steven says (9:24 PM):
Besides, it's something everyone has to try at least once before they turn 25.
Paul says (9:25 PM):
what? whores?
Steven says (9:27):
No, getting laid. BAM!
That one's for Neil Patrick Harris. It wasn't as funny as when he did it.
I'm feeling more impressed because I'm somehow managing to drink this shitty wine.
I had something of importance to write, but now I've got a good buzz and no memory, so I guess that's not happening.
I just finished re-reading Maus.I think I got alot more out of it this time.
Basically, it's a Holocaust story, and fuck, I feel like I'm writing a book report. I either need to be much more or much less drunk for that shit.
Um. Yeah. I don't know. I think I'll just start posting whatever I write on paper. It's easier than coming up with new bullshit for here all the time, yes.
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Steven says (9:13 PM):
My booze smells like boots.
What a sad excuse for a Canada Day
Paul says (9:17 PM):
i'm about to have the time of my life tomorrow.
Steven says (9:17 PM):
Oh?
Paul says (9:18 PM):
vegas. tomorrow. 21 now.
Steven says (9:19 PM):
Wicked.
Paul says (9:21 PM):
want to come?
Steven says (9:21 PM):
Love to, couldn't get there in time
Paul says (9:21 PM):
i'll use my instant telepotty.
Steven says (9:22 PM):
What're your plans when you're there?
Paul says (9:23 PM):
-shrug- hit up some titty bars, toss back a few, game at the arcade and get laid if i'm lucky.
Steven says (9:23 PM):
...or buy a hooker.
I hear they're quite classy down there.
Steven says (9:24 PM):
Besides, it's something everyone has to try at least once before they turn 25.
Paul says (9:25 PM):
what? whores?
Steven says (9:27):
No, getting laid. BAM!
That one's for Neil Patrick Harris. It wasn't as funny as when he did it.
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