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http://picard.ytmnd.com/
also, http://www.youhavebadtasteinmusic.com/
what a fucking day. fucked me up like a carcrash. fucking split shift (i can't say 'no' to my boss). 11-3 / 6-11. that shit sucks.
during my 3-hour lunchbreak, i went to guitar center. i played some 'botch' style metal for awhile. there was a mom there, she kept giving me the ol' 'stink-eye.' anyway, while chosing my guitar of choice (settled on an ESP custom shred-machine), i saw a guy, wearing an 'NWO' sleeveless shirt and a backwards hat with the stylized '3' on it (we miss you dale). anyway, it wouldn't have been so bad, but this guy was staring up at the wall of guitars, which happened to be the 'ass-metal' guitars as i like to call them, the BC riches, the jackson Vs, the 7 string ibanezes. it was a precious moment. i reached for my cameraphone but the guy moved along.
it was serene.
work sucks, i have thursday off, cheap drink night at the creek tomorrow -- prefunk at lazerbeams, BYO40s.
anyway, more later, now, i'm off to bed.
ps - wr222 is coming to visit! can. not. wait.
But no one was mad, and i had a great day at work. Hung over and stupid. I did little work and much sitting and making stupid comments. Great. And i talked to this guy marshal i work with. Told him I was glad he was learning the line, and that at first i was scared he was going to steal my job, but that that was a stupid thing to fear. I think he understood what I meant.
Then I stayed late and we did the first three person close down, instead of the regular two. Then at around 3:45 I was taking out the garbage. I was swinging the bag next to my leg, and felt something as the bag brushed my calf. I looked down to find a cut on my leg, a big cut, with blood slowly emerging from it. I was so confused I took off my shoe so not to get blood on my sock. Then realized that was not sanitary and fumbled it back on and ran inside and wrapped a washcloth around my leg. It was fucking deep. I wasn't going to go the the hospital thought, until Marshal said, "idon't know man, that is like you fatty tissue, that wont heal up" , so I got the rest of the day off of work.
At the hospital I was very calm but talkative, maybe because i was in shock a little bit. Anyways the doc was cool. he stiched me up while i watched, and truthfully I could probably feel it a bit more than I was suposed to because I hurt. Then he gave me some tools and told me how to pull out the stiches myself because that was what I wanted. All in all, that was pretty cool, oh yea and I don't have to shower for a few days, doctors orders.
At home I told all my bro's and ho's.... um yea. Then I sat outside and wondered if it would rain. It did, so i layed in it for a bit, but went inside so as to not get my bandage wet. But i watced it pour for about ten minutes. It was really nice. Big ol drops, that fluxuated, hard then soft.
Now I will go to bed, all my buds are at the bar, and though I wanted to go with them, Truthfully I didn't becuse I don't like that kind of setting, I feel insecure there. So having to go to sleep is a nice excuse.
So why such a good day, or why is my view that it was a good day. Well, there can only be one reason. It is Eric's birthday. Hey Eric, happy birthday mother fucker. YOu Rockj!!! Yea that is right rock-e-ja.
wow. you don't even know. man.
talk to you tomorrow, okay.
YEAH!>
//MORNING AFTER EDIT: so, my head hurts, but not that bad. my eyes hurt the most. i started the night out at wispy's place, he threw a little party for me, it was pretty neat. at midnight, i met my parents at omars for drinks. jeryl was kind enough to keep a running tally of my drinks.
01- 22oz st pauly
02- 40oz pabst
03- seagrams 7 shot
04- jack shot
05- sex on the beach (i don't know who ordered this one, but i drank it anyways)
06- mirror pond
07- tequilla shot
08- 3-wise-man shot
09- mirror pond
10- 40oz steel reserve
dang. i got a ride home from wispy's with some highschool girls that i don't know. i think i made fun of them a lot.
what a dang good night.
Well, I miss reading the daily ramblings of all you shiny, happy people. Oh, if only I could make daily posts from this place...
Don't miss me too much. If anyone cares to write me, email my brother for the address (j6stik@hotmail.com).
always.....
Still I cant complain about contemplaiting, because that is what is getting me siched. I want to pack light. Live from a relitivley light bag, because I wont be taking it off to much so it had better not be too big, and becuase I am a pack rat. You know those girls who take way to much shit on vacation. Some clothes, two pairs of shoes, five books that i don't even read one of. Just in case shit. I will regret that after about two days of packing it around.
I am real happy to get good clothes, light warm, high quality ones. I may want to do some back-packing when I get back. Maybe I will be in the ruiens of acient south american civilations next year. Or sleeping on the pacific crest trail. Or, who knows? Why even contemplaite it, because who knows what will happen.
Well I guess that is it, for now, but hey it is good to be excited for a change, excited enough that i am not afraid of my fear.
wispy is a bitch.
day off day today. it was wonderful. woke up at 11, took a shower, watched a movie, took a nap, talked to ms.wr222(she's a foxxx) and found myself on the internet. i'm living my dream of utter and complete laziness.but, not really, i've been working a lot, i hate my job, but we have a new manager these days. he's a fucking great guy, i respect him, so i actually put forth some effort. perfect example: yesterday, i had to work a split shift 8am-12noon / 9pm-1am. now, generally, i would be pissed, but, on this occasion, it wasn't that bad. actually, the second part of my shift was fucking fun -- something work has not been in a long time.
so, the countdown is on. my birthday is on saturday. the big 21. i'm already bracing/flinching for the anticlimactic nature of it. should be good fun though. i think that wispy, my roomie, is throwing me a party at his house on friday, so, all of you, you are cordially invited. rock and roll.
so, basically, i got hooked on myspace. it's fucking great -- i keep running into people i havn't talked to in years, it's great fun. if anyone wants to add me to their list or whatever, czech me out here.
anyway, that'll do it for now. i love you all.
ps - do you ever get the feeling that your perfect verse is just a lie?
The truth is that when I feel good NOW, at this moment, that is when things are at their best. When I can think of a girl that I like and feel good about our relationship - Whatever that be - then things are at their best. Or when I can think about what has not happened with a girl. Or not be able to think of a girl, a special girl in my life, because there are none. And I can still be happy. This is when things are at their best. I would even go so far as to say that when I can think of any one of thiese things and feel sad, but accept it. Things are at their best.
As I think about my life sometimes I do think of things that could be. But quickly they become things that could have been. I don't want to do this. So when I think of the girls in my life, and of the relationships I have with them, I may still remenice of the past or wonder of what will, be and this is ok. As longs as I am still happy. As long as I stop and say, "who am I right now, and where am I". What I don't need is this thing called EXPECTATION to put bars around my future. My future has yet to be written. But what I feel and what I am NOW has been written, on the pages of the universe, on the back of god's hand. I think it is a good story. I wonder what direction it will take next.
Well that is really it. I am off to Whispy's parents house. I haven't been to a party there in a while. I havent been to a party in a while in general, so you know what that means...I am going to get biligerant, and anoying. I cant. Wait.
Swimming Pool is a great! movie!
Where has Eric been? I miss your posts you slacker!...
i really don't have anything to say, but i thought that i should post -- i'm starting to have second thoughts...
a poem by
sledg "gina taint" brainerd
My sister Liz and her friend Rose are staying the night tonight, so is Tallon. Humm... maybe i should lock him in the pantry?? Just kidding Tallon. Not really...
i am kind of excited to get back up to school. not that i don't love ashland and all my friends, but corvallis, man, i don't know, i love that place. it's got an amazing vibe to it, plus, being a student is fucking great. i can't wait to start my job as the diversions editor for the newspaper, i can't wait to take some more computer science classes (3 next term!) and i can't wait to party like nothin'. should be fun.
speaking of work, it fucking kills me. it's been bad in the past, but this time around, it's seriously hard for me to handle. dealing with people in a retail setting is fucking murder. i don't even try anymore, which is funny, because i still have better sales statistics than a lot of the people that work there. my coworkers are pretty fun, but man, it sucks. at least i get to play the music i want.
anyway, back to MvC2...
We saw Fahrenheit 911 a couple weeks ago and it just mad me sad. The things our government gets away with sickens me. Our civil liberties are no longer being upheld. The worst of it is that people actually except this because they would rather be safe. Safe from what? The lies that we are told are outrageous. While no matter who our government consists of I'm sure we will still be lied to. Democracy is not about picking between the two evils but today that is what we are unfortunately faced with. Bush is a liar, another 4 years with him in office will demolish our freedoms and rights, get him out so that maybe one day we will not have to choose the lesser of the two evils but rather the person we feel we want to represent us as a country. Vote! I'm done ranting.
Hey Eric 6 months is good time for me catching up too speed. Now that you mention it though I think I do remember you telling me you had that MP3. E- Mail me those stories I would love to read them, I can't get enough of that guy. If you like him try reading Irving Welsh (sp?) as well, he's a good one too.
Good news though, I got a raise! I asked for $1.50 and I got $1.30, how stoked am I?
Kaden had a great Fourth. He watched the fireworks sitting with Zach and I swear It's like watchhing/listening to two, two years olds! It was a really mellow day and a nice night. Nothing too exciting has been going on lately. I really want to go camping in the next few weeks. So if anyone wants to go camping let me know, we should get a big group of people together, a bunch of beer, and head up to the woods for a couple nights, I was thinking maybe the weekend after the 15?
I can see myself in ten years walking around poor and destitute, with only some whitey tighteys and a T- Shirt that says FUCK WOMEN.
Those are the only things I wouldn't pawn off at that point.
Women are like leaches they aren't happy with just your efforts and energy and love, they just have to keep on going till there is nothing left besides a wrinkly scrotum in a sandwich bag. THEY. SUCK. YOU. DRY.
these days, it's all about independence. moving out from my parents house, working a job i hate so that i mave money for rent, gas and beer (it's beer vs. food these days [pbr 40s always win]). but, more importantly, it's about independence of my heart. i've let this go on for far too long. i'm almost starting to think i like being a little bit sad. it drives me, sure, but hey, whatever. i've got this uber-rad girl that i talk to (ms.wr222), she keeps my mind of the negative (she's super cute too).
but, when it's all said and done, it's just eric -- alone, typing infront of this monitor. i love you all.
ps- i punched zach in the stomach. how cool is that?
The only problem with getting up this early is that i usually don't get enough sleep. Because i don't go to bed early enough. This is helped out by the fact that i often get woken up by noisy roomates. Namely Zac. Zac is alyways the one to wake me up. He seems to yell instead of talking when he is drinking and trying to be cool. Last night he was giving two girls a tour of his room, (this is badass i must say though) then he takes them outside to where my window is open and talks, no yells about some bullshit.
It is okay though, because this morning my alarm went off at five a.m. with queen blaring we are the champions, i let it play as loud as i could. Then i said good moring to him, though i knew he was still sleeping at night. He he he. Childish I know, but funny, "we are the champions, my frie-ends".
Well happy fourth, motherfuckers, and...
God bless our freeeeedommmmm!
Here in Amerriiiccaaaaaa!