| self-esteem, it's turbulent |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|01:48 am] |
I'm alive and such! Aye, so I am, eventually type, somewhat less poorly off than expected. Well, I still am, but the future might hold thing that are type awesome. It's not certain, but I am veryclose type to being a salaried man. It might just straight not happen, but I am close to having more money than I can do something with, as a gentleman what has no dependents and lives in a very badcheap type apartment. It's not BIG, but I am a cheap type person, so does me.
Delightful! Maybe! Depending on next week! Maybe not! Prolly not! 'Cause I am bad luck Carl! Cheers!
For the record, insurance. If I had known the paycheck was that way, then. X-Files of insurance, no less. So goes my joke. And such.
I'm much a hermit at the moment, for any number of reasons. It is a thing that may be bad. Dunno!
I apologize, always. |
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| INTERVIEWWWWWWWWWW |
[May. 15th, 2008|01:13 pm] |
Certain prospective employer called me back! YAYYYYY! Raise! Full-time work! Possibility of overtime! Benefits! Free (as I understand it) cell phone plan!
I don't have to be a part-time cashier for the rest of my life! Yay!
Now I have to get a haircut. STAT. |
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| THE SMIIIIIITHS |
[May. 15th, 2008|10:47 am] |
When the topic of suicide was raised, Lorraine became so concerned that she telephoned Levi's father, David, from whom she is separated.
"He reminded me that I used to be a rebel, too," she says. "I was a punk rocker for a while, and he reassured me it was probably just a phase that Levi would grow out of.
"But I don't feel it is like the punk rock movement. That was about a zest for living and seeing life from a different angle. We didn't harp on miserably about dying."
- Why no child is safe from the sinister cult of emo
Hilarious!
Also, have to watch a coupla more vampire and/or jiang shi movies, write a paper about 'em (I'm thinking "Dracula Meets Jiang Shi: Globalization in Horror Archetypes" or some such), and I am done for the semester. Finally, geeeeez. |
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| OMG MYSSSSSTERRRRRY |
[Mar. 10th, 2008|02:02 pm] |
So, I was stressed-out over-sleeping cutting classes thing this morning, and someone texted me at 1030 AM. Local number. The message?
So, i have diabetes. And my only response when they said no booze was, jeff figured it out how to. You give me hope. ;)
I am very confused. I feel like I dreamed the whole episode, as I had one of those drifting in and out with wacky and vaguely realistic dreams kinda mornings, but the text is very much in my phone. |
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| nudnick the flying schissel |
[Feb. 23rd, 2008|10:37 am] |
Man, the flu is a hell of a disease. The only time I've left my apartment since Monday was to go to the doktor. Now I'm pretty well over the hardcore part of the flu, but I'm now on an anti-biotic and anti-cough thing (not the narcotic one, sadly) that leave me equally inclined to not go anywhere. For unspecified side-effect reasons! Whee!
Bonus, I had a bunch of homework due last week, none of which I did. Normally it'd just have been three or four days of eleven to one in the morning kinda homework, but now it all needs to be done by tonight through Tuesday, so, less fun.
On the bright side, I pretty well have a beard now. I'm pleasantly surprised, myself. Last time I made it three weeks and it still looked like stubble, but at two weeks, it's pretty well beard-y now. Short, but I could see someone trimming it to keep it at this length. Not that I shall, because I am honor-bound to carry everything out to ridiculous lengths. I am, I think, technically anti-beard, but it's very fun to just have around. It's like a pet that lives on my face. Jerry Lee Lewis had a beard, and that's excuse enough. |
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| whose barn? what barn? MY barn! |
[Feb. 9th, 2008|03:13 am] |
It occurs to me that I have, in essence, written Jerry Lee Lewis fan fiction. I'm not sure what to make of this development. Also, by my standards, this is really long. Quite possibly the longest single thing I have ever written, outside of random thwacked things here. Longest polished thing I've ever written, let's say.
( Jellyroll Boogie )
Why?
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| Joe Jack Mason is coming |
[Feb. 7th, 2008|01:10 am] |
More specifically, 1265/2500ths of the way born, with twenty-three hours to go. YAY LAST MINUTE EVERYTHING. YAY PUTTING IT OFF FURTHER BY THESE MEANS. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 26th, 2008|02:35 am] |
I really don't believe I can accurately represent how excited I am about Jonathan Richman returning to town. When I read the announcement, first sniff of which was courtesy of the Onion A/V Club, I didn't even recognize my town's name. 'Springfield, MO,' I thought. 'Hmm, must be at least fairly local. I can drive there. Wait, The Outland? Wait, I live in Springfield.'
In terms of my musical heroes that are still living and don't suck, Jonathan Richman pretty well tops it. I mean, I'd die to see Andrew W.K. and Calvin Johnson, but otherwise I've seen the bigs, or they are broken up (or long dead). Morrissey, Danzig mit Doyle, a Dean Wareham project, and the Fall I've seen. Sure, there are a few people that prolly would be entertaining, but we're talking people that have formed my very ethical sensibility. It's pretty much Morrissey and Jonathan Richman.
I mean, he'll be here on a Tuesday night, and I doubt this town is especially mad for him, so I'll prolly actually talk to him.
I'm excited, in short. I DECLARE THE NEXT MONTH TO BE JONATHAN RICHMAN MONTH! |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 25th, 2008|03:06 pm] |
HOLY GOD JONATHAN RICHMAN IS FINALLLLLLLLLY COMING BACK TO MY TOWN, AFTER A FIVE YEAR ABSENCE FROM HIS PREVIOUSLY ANNUAL VISITS.
Feb. 26: Springfield, MO, The Outland
Now to change my pants and go to work. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2008|02:14 pm] |
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Five hour energy drink is one hell of a drug. Two of them in twenty minutes and I was full out stimming (on the phone: "what's that noise in the background?" "ohsorrythat'smehittingmyglassesrepeatedly") and grousing at people to talk faster. Sleeping was fun, and largely consisted of several hundred five minute naps, which connected to make one confusing and epic half-dream of being some complicated swami figure in an ill-defined landscape. I remember I was part of some swami class, defined by some dream logic action of non-movement and passivity. Also, my stomach hurt a lot. I managed 18,911% of my daily Vitamin B-12 requirement, though. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 26th, 2007|01:51 am] |
Finished my second short film today. Group effort, yay! (Psst! Three guesses who dubbed the dialog.)
Also, off to New New York in five hours or so. Will be there in twelve?! |
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| now my heart is full (er, again) |
[Oct. 3rd, 2007|01:41 am] |
My annual late fall date with Morrissey is on track. Huzzah!
(n). I became a vegetarian (ok, after a post-Moz Guava Dog) and Moz semi-lookalike.
(n+1). On my Morrissey day (20 years, 7 months, and 27 days into my life), and rather miserable in hilariously appropriate days.
(n+2). MOZ ONLY KNOWS. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 17th, 2007|08:36 pm] |
So, sorta terrifically busy. Terrifically would be inappropriate, really. Sunday is my only day off now, yay! School Monday through Thursday, then work Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Monday! Yay!
Got my evaluation at work. Full raise, so am now making a staggering $8/hour. Found out that we'll get about a $1500 bonus at the end of the year, so that kinda makes me want to stick around. Alas, this means the usual retail schedule of "good luck getting time off." Thanksgiving will be spent alone, which I can already imagine being about the happiest day ever (looks like it'll be a William Holden Thanksgiving!). Christmas I can get a day or three off for, maybe. Huzzah?
Sunday has tended to be a bit William Holden, to repeat myself, as I am enamored of that phrase. Yesterday I was awake for maybe five hours, quite spread out. Called my dad at eight in the morning, then went out again, then watched Brett load his iPod at three or so, then went back out and woke up at eleven in time to start Wonderful Life (Cliff Richard in blackface!) and then go back out again at midnight. I fell at least twice (just BOOM!), and have some weird mark on my hand that looks to be a burn, though dunno how that happened (weekend consumption report: two bottles of champale, one handle of gin, one pint of Boddington's). Carpet-burn, maybe.
I tend to dream about work now. It's sorta nightmares, except they're just an accurate capture of the banality of dragging things across a laser-eye. Funny story, back a month or so, when I had my great snapping at t'one party, I later passed out, due to having gotten three hours of sleep the night before. My ride, struggling to wake me up, reported that I did little but ignore the pleas to awake, mumbling something about needing to find out "how much the chips cost."
I overhead some girl talking to her parents about Christmas. "What's Santa gonna bring me?" etc. Standard moralizing, and then the little girl mentioned how she had been praying to Santa. Good times!
Randomly got the Frankie & Annette box set, which I do not regret at all. I figured, as the biggest American young adult male Cliff Richard fan, it was a safe bet. Have only watched Beach Blanket Bingo, but, geez. The very concept of diagesis is ignored from the start. Wacky sound-effects! Break the fourth-wall! |
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| january in june |
[Apr. 14th, 2007|08:30 am] |
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It appears to be snowing. In April. I am inclined to dismiss it as my feverish, unslept, squiffy imagination, but then there's frozen water particles on my balcony. Say wHAAAT? |
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[Apr. 13th, 2007|01:53 am] |
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Kurt is in Heaven now. I forgot about that joke until today. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2007|04:46 am] |
Godfrey Daniel. Whenever I hit the misanthropic border, I am reminded that my friends are the greatest people in the world. However poor I am typically at expressing anything near such sentiments, I love you (this being you, in addition to other various you sorts).
I will give you that brandy (I WAS NOT CARDED, GODFREY DANIEL) has some impact here, but it is no less true for such.
Uh. <3 |
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[Mar. 16th, 2007|03:15 pm] |
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Ooops. Way to leave early. I was not expecting to hit rush hour traffic here. Ah, well. |
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[Mar. 13th, 2007|01:51 am] |
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Paul Lynde is too amazing. |
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| adventures in medicine |
[Mar. 8th, 2007|04:25 am] |
I rather figure that I had a sinus infection (lessee, constant headache exclusively behind my left eyebrow, upper nasal congestion -- HRRRM), and my father agreed. However, him being distant, I made an appointment with the University Health Center for today. Whatever examination fee the doctor got, it was exclusively for the purpose of obtaining antibiotics. Fun thought! Life is burlesque!
Elsewise, it would appear I've put on some weight since the holidays. Twenty pounds or so, I'd think. I was wearing my heaviest shoes at the time, but, still. It's like I ate a baby.
Also, I have unusually high blood pressure. It was not made clear if that meant "unusually high for a scrawny twenty-year-old" or just "unusually high," as the doctor qualified it into ambiguity. I'm to pop by for a re-measurement at some future point of my convenience, which I'd assume I'll not get around to. Oddly, I have henceforth had unusually low blood pressure, so dunno what that's about.
My father talked to the doctor here he last visited, and I guess I'm to see him in the future. Apparently, he was all set to wrangle antibiotics out of that fellow, if the university fell through (pardon, "failed to give [me] proper care"). More frightening, I am to appear to him at some point not too far in the future for a general examination and presumable beginning of my adult health records. This, I assume, means my first medical groping, a procedure I have so far blessedly managed to avoid. MORT.
The university doctor asked if I was one to wear myself out or get plenty of rest. My response one can probably guess, considering I'm writing this four hours before I need to wake up. He asked my major. "Oh, yeah, you're just keeping busy with film studies, aren't you?" Without a trace of sarcasm! Um, all right, we'll go with that, doc.
Then he sorta groused at me for not owning a thermometer, as I was unable to provide the quantifiable details of my fever. A private thermometer, mind, as some things, like hepatitis, just won't wash off. I, then, internally, and my father, later, verbally, proceeded to laugh at him.
Also, I just finished Mr. Strangelove, the Peter Sellers biography I began on Monday. Michael Palin was quoted on the cover to the effect that it is a "compulsive page-turner," and dangnabbit if he weren't but right. Interesting fellow. Was indeed one to hide most all personal personality behind bunches of characters. The description of the Goons introduced me to the concept of the "compulsive comedian," which is fascinating. The Goons are a fun bunch, in general. Spike Milligan particularly I should like to become more familiar with. That's some black humor, him. HRRRM.
Peter Sellers had a massive heart attack as he was getting dressed to go have dinner with the Goons. This led to a coma and his death. Harry Secombe, I believe, later stated, "just like him to do anything to get out of a check."
Peter Sellers arranged that, as he was being carted out to be cremated during his funeral service, Glenn Miller's "In the Mood" would be played. This happened. Apparently, the Goons pretty much laughed through the length of his funeral, and everyone else cried. |
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| dammit |
[Mar. 6th, 2007|12:56 pm] |
Overslept. Automatic "B" in creative writing, as it's my third absence. Missed the Important Interview for journalism, so that's prolly not a whole lot better.
Kinda sucks, 'cause I spent hours writing what I thought was actually a really nice analysis of the story I was assigned. It was brilliantly depressing! In a British social-realist way! Class consciousness! All for naught!
On the other hand, I had a dream that some fourteen year olds stole a car (product of actual car alarm going off, I find) and then, spotting me watching them, tried to do nefarious things with a serrated knife. I laughed. We scrapped.
It would appear I have a sinus infection. My left frontal sinus, specifically. Pretty sweet. Apparently it can lead to brain infection if left untreated. Student health center just ignored my phone call.
I'm actually increasingly comfortable with the "B." I've been kinda expecting it, and it's vastly more difficult to get a "C" in that class, so I'm pretty secure now. |
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