Affording the Rock N Roll Lifestyle

Drat. Damn Happy Hour and there damn alcohol. It fucks me every time. I blame you Paul Chang. Yes I do. Shit…bed so soft. Must sleep….friend in Georgia….moving…must pack…or sleep…or eat…or conplemplate navel…hmmmm: navel. Stupid fucking Miller Lite getting me all drunk because I haven’t really drank since Matt’s wedding. Fuck you Beer and your side-kick cigarettes too. I don’t need you. I need a shag…oh Paul.

Recurring Dreams

I used to have this dream about the ocean. There was a massive storm with huge waves and I’m out on them. Surfing, avoiding trees, flying. I haven’t had that dream since last August.

I have different dreams now. Now I keep dreaming that I’m in Japan. I don’t have any money. I’m usually with someone who invariably wanders off and gets lost. Then I’m all alone in Yokohama. And the trains have stopped running and it’s usually raining.

Then I’ll have a dream about Tuesday Guy. I’ll be someplace random, like Cat’s Cradle and he’ll show up. I’ll say, “hey, what happened to you?” He’ll respond something like, oh I got busy and didn’t have time to call you, or my sister/cousin got ill; had to spend time with her. I forgive him and we shag. Not because I really want to, but because that’s what we did.

A couple of days after a Tuesday Guy dream I’ll have a graphic dream about plumbing problems. There is a toliet that is stopped up with shit and flyers or something. There is no plunger. I have to clean it out with my hands. [There are no gloves either] Or the toliet backed up and now there are little chucks of shit floating around in 2 inches of water covering the floor.

This is why I don’t look forward to sleep like I used to. Now I sleep because I have to, much like how I view eating. There is no joy in these things anymore.

Life Continues

Toby took a bath yesterday. I didn’t have time to get him set up in his tent before it rained. Doh. Today he got all pretty with his new plate. I think he likes it. We met Chip, the guy who rides the old Suzuki. That was all exciting.

Trying to consolidate and backup files, but my connection is sucking major ass monkeys. What’s up with me and the ass monkeys lately? This is like the third time this week that ass monkeys have bothered me.

I heard a rumor about the Future Librarian, but was told not to gossip. Doesn’t that go against the very nature of librarianship? Anyway…you just go ask her what’s new in her life.

Beginning to pack up my shit to move. I have a lot of shit. When did that happen damnit?! I think it’s time to get on Amazon and sell some books that I’ll never look at again, ie library related books.

oh

Action Hero Tip of the Week

If the chair is made of metal, you should do everything you can to avoid getting hit with it. However, if a hit is unavoidable, get to the ground and bring your feet up to protect your body and use your legs to absorb and deflect the blow.

And in other news

It looks like I’m going to Vegas in the fall. That will be super sweet. I’m meeting the ever-awesome, dopeass, rockin Meg! I haven’t seen her since December 19, 2002 when I left Fujisawa. Ah Fujisawa…good times, good times.

Also

Since I’m moving I’ll be having a new address, so if anyone feels the need to send me large packages of chocolate please make sure it goes to the new ghetto-sounding address. [No I'm not actually moving to the Ghetto-this is NC, do they even have one?]

Down in the Pitt

Oh yes, I had a Brad Pitt night

Some of the peeps from job number one were kind enough to invite me over to watch yummy Brad Pitt movies. We watched Fight Club and Interview with a Vampire. While watching Interview I couldn’t help but think of the last time I saw that movie. I was in a hotel room with my then finance somewhere in Beverly Hills. I had a nice sunburn from walking around that day, visiting the Tar Pits and all, and I remember watching the movie and wishing I was somewhere different. Hm.

Holy Fuck Batman, I’m in America

The land of the free* and the home of the brave.*

That means I shouldn’t use terms like snog, pash, shag, or any other term that aptly describes experiences. Instead I’m forced to use things like dopeass or the ever-boring cool. Drat.

On the bright side it is Friday. And it is incredibly nice out. And all my friends are attractive. And I was invited to a party today. And I can’t go because of homework. And I am really tired. And if everyone else is attractive does that make me the ugly one? So I guess it isn’t that bright. Drat.

*Free if you have lots of money or power.

*The bully is always brave.

Accosted?

Is it really accosting if you don’t mind all that much? I mean it never happens at the oppurtune time, but it’s never that horrible either. I ran into Joaquin last night while on my way to SILS. I had decided to stash my helmet, gloves, and jacket there for the evening, as I wouldn’t have to carry them in the morning. Anyway ran into Joaquin had a pash or two, almost snog level, but not quite. I felt bad about it because I’m so knackered from the all-nighter I pulled to finished the research proposal. So I did what any decent PhD student would do. I took a cookie from the lounge.

Whoa

Blogger just invited me to use Gmail. I shouldn’t be surprised as Blogger is owned by Google, but dang. I don’t think I really need another email address. Who would mail me there? New email address almost require a whole new set of friends, those who email you at that address. Maybe I should friendster, then I’d have a reason to get Gmail.

Hey, why am I still up? Because I’m a moron. I didn’t start my research proposal until this evening. I just hope that I pass the class at this point. I really don’t want to have to take this over. Please, please, please.

So uh, I’m like supposed to be working or something

Today I realized that even though things are due, like tomorrow I don’t care. You can’t make me. I feel like everything will get done in its own time. Don’t worry. For some reason I can’t make myself stress out, besides the occasional eye squirt that is. I’m not sure why. Maybe I’ve gone a little too zen?

My eye! My eye! It’s squirting

Is this what allergies are? This sucks. Why does it only happen when I’m in my room? Am I allergic to my roommate? Damn. Time to move. Or it could be the air conditioner. Why the fuck is the air conditioner on in the first place? It’s April for fuck sakes. I mean, shit, it’s finally nice outside and now this. Fucking air conditioning guaranteed to make me sick. Thank you very much.

Location: on Columbia Street, me in back seat of a Honda or something
Time: Evening
Enter a H2
Me: Excuse me Sir. Sir, do you like your Hummer?
Him: Uh, yeah I do.
Me: Cool. Do you feel like you got ripped off since it’s really a Chevy Tahoe undercarriage?
Him: What? No.
He drives away rather quickly.