Get dressed up to stay in

I am doing goddamn everything except write this paper.

How have you been, facebook? Livejournal? What is up my doggies. It is so good to be posting bulletins.

I think I'm more relatable (spelling suggestion: rotatable. Potentially true, but irrelevant.) right now than I usually am. Much less aloof. More of a beagle, less of a saluki. One more sentence fragment.

I would like to fly away on a rocket-ship and have adventures. But instead I will follow up on the thought "-cultural relevance to construal of self (p3)." I think that I am a strong man.

I was going to make a post about how games from the "next generation" of consoles (360, not even out yet) run great on a PC I built a freaking year ago, with better control, but then I looked at who has me friended and none of you guys play video games.

Things are seriously going downhill.

I didn't even practice Talk Like a Pirate Day this year.

Current Mood: tired enough to sleep
Current Music: teeth grinding and obstinate refusals

Breaking new psycho-somatic boundaries
Today at work, I got so bored that I actually went numb in the mouth, exactly the way I do when I get novacaine at the dentist. It lasted like ten minutes.

Also, poems totally make me angry. Who would have thought that a beatnick like me would be so turned off by them?

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Alkaline Trio - Queen of Pain

Capitol Q's look much better than lower-case ones.
Yesterday, I met a man named Baron Jon Tisthammer. My coworker told me that he had heard of him, but never actually seen him. I would like to think of Baron Jon Tisthammer as a kind of skittish and rare beast; one that I had the good fortune to see in person. Kind of like a faerie, but without the homosexual connotation there. I hope to one day see more of Baron Jon Tisthammer. He reserved things. I only hope that I am there when he picks them up.

Current Mood: Quixotic
Current Music: Nerf Herder - 5000 Ways to Die

Racism by another name is still racism.
Hey, Japan.

You're not really different from anyone else in any meaningful ways.

Getting angry about it won't help, Japan.

Current Mood: peckish
Current Music: She is Perfect - The Pillows

I'm angry!
Grrrrr!

Seriously, though, guys.

Grr.

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Current Mood: Having a stroke
Current Music: Gentle popping of blood vessels in my brain

Wooooo!
I just ordered a freakin' (Spelling suggestion: freak-in. Presumably this refers to a method of protest where demonstrators get thier freak on until change is enacted.) juicer! I thought about getting a cheap one, but I'd like this juicer to last me. Its motor has almost as much wattage as my computer's power supply!

My kitchen is gonna be so awesome!

"That's not counting Dan's lemonade--"
"My strawberry lemonade."

Current Mood: Yeeeaaah!
Current Music: None, it's 4:30 a.m.

I hate dehydrated drinks.
Water is the goddamn drink. I don't know what I was thinking when I got this powdered lemonade. It sucks.

So is sleeping totally for chumps or what?

The phone was unplugged!
Who knew? Not me. Not Nicky or Amy, both of whom called and were confused when no one picked up. I don't know how long it was like that. So if you called and neither humans nor phone-answering robots talked to you, call again! Especially if you are an employer.

Fucking Hell.

Current Mood: irrationally panicked
Current Music: nai

We hurt others by our very existance. It's just the way we live.
I just watched "Casshern." What a piece of nonsensical, nihilistic fucking crap. I'm pretty sure it ended by the protagonist exploding for no fucking reason and then going to Pluto. The planet! Modern Japanese film really manages to piss me off consistently. I can accept that there's a kind of impressionism going on -- a backfire of a culture being fed art by marketeers considerate enough to decide what its constituents do and don't like. There are clearly some incredibly imaginative people behind the technical and visual aspects of these films. But what do they invariably fucking do with that imagery? Sew together 3 hour bitchfests (spelling suggestion: biochemists) with shitty pacing about how much humanity sucks, without ever, EVER offering a single inkling of an idea about what to do about it. No, just ALWAYS end with some BATSHIT deus ex machina accompanied by soft piano music. GOD.

On a lighter note, I got fun kitchen-wares today.

Current Mood: I threw up some in my mouth.
Current Music: Aidan's Theme

Jesus Christ, Dan...
Let's recap. You cleaned that rice-cooker really well, and then made some rice in it for your curry. Skip ahead a few hours. You're really sick and you don't know why. Wait, was it the curry, maybe? Try again, retard. OOOOHHH!! NOW I get it! It was the rice! From the living rice-cooker! The one that released spores when you cleaned it. That's right, huge clumps of fungus do not fucking smoke when you touch them. So what do you do about this sickness? If you're thinking about making Easy Mac, only using just butter instead of butter and milk, don't do it. GOD! What did I JUST say? At least stop eating when you're really full, Dan. For fuck's sake... You get sick, and your solution is to eat a stick of fucking butter? Way to go, champ.

Current Mood: haha it barfs. kinda.
Current Music: Bob Dylan - Shelter From the Storm

I ate too much pudding and now I don't want any curry.
hay guys check out darth vador.

vador

i donno, i thought he was pritty good in the movie. u should c it!

Current Mood: No Zack, I'm not drunk
Current Music: My "Tracy" Composition ^_^

Been helping the Amy move. This is like 1/20th of her stuff, down here because the upstairs is full. Also, I couldn't get it all in the frame.

Things

I've been lifting a lot of things and carrying them, 'cause I'm 6" taller than the other movers. And buff! Oh well, at least I can have some nice rice after all that!

Innocuous rice cooker

OH GOD THAT IS A LOT OF THINGS AND NONE OF THEM ARE RICE!

notrice

I ate ice cream, frozen cookies, and pickles for lunch today.

Then I got a U-Haul. It was $65 instead of $19.95, as was advertised. Hidden fees, U-Haul? You will lose your standing as a reputable place of business!

I should probably not talk to people for a little while.

Current Mood: bitchy
Current Music: Bob Dylan - Hurricane

A little something to perk you up, and a little something to bring you back down.

The internet sure is fun. When you're unemployed.

Current Mood: inanimate
Current Music: Elliot Smith - Say Yes

In which paranoia reigns supreme
Filled out and turned in a million jeorb applications. Davanni's asked me if I got up early; I said before 10. The phone rang twice before 10, and both times I was too slow to catch it. What if it was them? What if Jed got it and told them I wasn't up yet? I WAS UP, DAVANNI'S! I WAS UP AT LIKE 7:30! I have the phone with me now, just in case. There were witnesses, Davanni's.

Me, Amy, Nicky, and Will went to some tea place yesterday. Will took the 60 oz of tea challenge, where he tried to drink 60 oz of what they called tea because they are liars in 60 minutes. It was like a giant slurpee with a fruit salad inside and a pound of whipped cream on top. Amy and I read Cosmo.

Did you know that psychics aren't real?

Will got like halfway through it and exploded in a shower of gore.

I hope someone calls me back. I should have gotten on top of this a while ago.

Furnace equals me.

Current Mood: worried
Current Music: Elliot Smith - Waltz No. 2

I suppose that's fair

You are depressing. I hate to break it to you, but
no one wants to be around someone who is
depressed all the time. They might put up with
it because you're their friend or something,
but they don't like it. And what the hell is
the point of being your friend if they don't
like being around you? Cheer up or get over
whatever it is that makes you so damn
miserable. You only get one life. Stop
complaining.

Why don't people like you?

You know what word I like? Is lagomorph.

Might as well spend what little time I have left with my penis out.

Current Mood: vacant
Current Music: The Shins - Pink Bullets

Prone to fits of rage
Amy showed me this picture.

a grand time

I immediately wondered who the jerk-ass (spelling suggestion: jerkins) obviously moving in on my Amy was. I went into an enraged frenzy, a state from which I have yet to fully recover.

I also have a fever of about a million degrees (margin of error: 999,898 degrees). I have a final tomorrow, and I just know it's going to be memorable.

This is such a good idea.

Current Mood: Asian
Current Music: Rise Against - Black Masks & Gasoline

So freakin punx today
More crazy people, plz. kthx ^_^

Current Mood: enraged
Current Music: ga nai

So smrt
I felt so smart today. I was all like "I've got valid arguments, and I can say them without making non-linguistic noises and drooling!" Take that, John Haiman. You're just scared to let me speak most of the time. Scared that I'll shatter your frangible human psyche with my cyclopean intellect's sapience; a gossamer butterfly-wing in a supernova of percipience.

I generally don't like napping during the day, since it makes me feel groggy and disoriented. But! Today I realize that I can look at it from another angle: napping makes the rest of my day much more surreal. This of course is much more palatable.

I also saw a carpet of ants fighting recently, so thick that I had to crouch to discern the individual combatants. I really wish I had run back and gotten my camera. It was really cool looking.

What's the Pope to me?

Current Mood: inscrutable
Current Music: Flogging Molly - Black Friday Rule

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