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Well, I've been job hunting for a while now, i've been screwed by a few places. I'm applying for Albertsons and The Original Taco House right now, when i picked up my application from the Taco House, i found out Melanie Jeudy worked there. Which is a huge score for me cuz she can put in a seriously good word. I'm trying to get a job as bus boy or dish washer. Whatever pays for insurance.
I've been looking up Morrowind and Project Ego (mainly to josh) and they both look like the coolest RPG's ever created. Morrowind is more open ended when considering creating a character; you can be up to 10 different races. Also you can do whatever you want to do to the game or any of your surroundings. Sure Project Ego may have the superior graphics, and I'll buy them both, but Morrowind will still kick the serious aine.
ON A SIDE NOTE, if anyone knows of any open jobs, contact me.
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[19 Apr 2002|11:11pm] |
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Well, i took my license test, freaking nerve racking. However, i passed, good thing, cuz in like, october or something i can drive many people. That would be nice, as fire, HA! (instead of ice, duh). So i think i got one B, thats good. I need to read Fellowship of the ring, but have no time, that is not good, i want to read it. Since ntohing exciting but the license has happened, i'll stop.
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[04 Apr 2002|04:31pm] |
The Lost Deep Thoughts
If you lose your job, your marriage and your mind all in one week, try to lose your mind first, because then the other stuff won't matter that much.
As I walked through the woods, I looked up and saw a squirrel. I smiled and he smiled. At least I think it was a smile. My teeth were showing and my cheeks were pulled up. That's a smile, isn't it? (The squirrel was definitely smiling.)
Probably the saddest thing you'll ever see is a mosquito sucking on a mummy. Forget it, little friend.
Instead of a trap door, what about an area of the floor that just shoots up real quick and smashes the guy against the ceiling?
I hope I never do anything to bring shame on myself, my family or my other family.
When I think of all the arguments Marta and I have had, I realize how silly most of them were. And it makes me wonder why she wanted to argue over such stupid things. I think I'll go ask her.
If you think a weakness can be turned into a strength, I hate to tell you this, but that's another weakness.
There is one question that probably drives just about every vampire crazy: "Oh, do you know Dracula?"
Before a mad scientist goes mad, there's probably a time when he's only partially mad. And this is the time when he's going to throw his best parties.
One good thing about hell, at least, is you can probably pee wherever you want to.
For me, the worst thing about having King Kong walk down your street is that kids could look up and see the giant genitalia.
Many people don't realize that playing dead can help not only with bears, but also at important business meetings.
The weirdest thing about going to the store and seeing a jar of pickles with your picture on it is not that your picture is on the jar. It's that the store manager won't give you the pickles for free, and doesn't even think the picture looks like you.
There's a world that we know nothing about, that we can only imagine. And that is the world of books.
If you're ever giving a speech, when you start out, act nervous and get mixed up a little bit. Then, as you go along, get better and better. Then, at the end, give off a white, glowing light and have rays shoot out of you.
Instead of half-mast, maybe you could fly a flag at three-quarter-mast for a guy who's in a coma. Then, if he gets worse, the flag gets lower, or if he gets better, it starts to move up, so you can just look at the flag and see how he's doing.
People need to realize that every time they talk about how "fragile" our planet is, it's just like asking outer-space aliens to come invade us.
Basically, this is the way the economy works: I do a service for you, and you pay me, even if you claim you didn't want the service and that I "ruined" something of yours.
Instead of a regular arm, Carl had been born with a pigeon's wing. The odd thing was, all through his life, no one had ever laughed at his wing - not even the mean kids at school. Then one day he realized why: He looked in the mirror and saw that HE WAS A PIGEON! He shit right there, as he often did, wherever he was.
One bad thing about Lassie, she was always warning you about something. Let me be surprised for a change.
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[29 Mar 2002|12:39pm] |
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Well, my life and spring break sucks like Britney on Michael.(dont repeat that) I am so sick its unimaginable. My throat is so sore, i cant swallow or talk whatsoever, i cant even breathe without being in pain. I havent eaten any solid foods since Sunday, thats like 6 days without any solids, just water and occasionally tea or a popsicle. I feel like crap, I feel so weak, like my muscles are dissolving as i write. Im dizzy and generally light headed. The wierdest thing is that my skin is extremely sensitive, whenever anything touches my skin, (my shirt, the chair, anything) it feels like its being torn off, but not too harshly, i just dont know how else to describe it. Well, im dying, sounds like marthas going insane from bordom (trust me, you dont know what boredom is), josh is moving and bustin' it on the box, amelias dads over and that probably isnt too exciting, and nadia is doing somtin. Oh yeah, nicks in Cali. Well, thats my wasted spring break, hopefully these people had more fun than me.
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[24 Mar 2002|10:08pm] |
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Rancid-Gun shot through my heart |
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Well, the day has come and gone, it wasn't exactly what i thought it was going to be. I shouldnt have been scared because because it really wasnt awkward at all, i thought it would be because i havent seen her for over three months, maybe more. The majority of those months, except for about three weeks ago, were spent in yearning. I had just got over her, which is a very freaking hard thing to do. I found out that the easiest, and hopefully not the only way, is to forget about them. Not too easy either. I got to my friends house, and i was like, "Where's Sasha?" I found out, sadly, that she wasnt coming till Sat. night. I was kinda pissed, but relieved because i didnt want to totally ignore my friend that i went there to see. When she did come Sat., me, my friend (Jesse) and his friend (Mike) were playing tag on a play structure at there apartment complex. They were walking up so i ran up and gave her a big hug and swung her around. I was pretty excited, but not overly for some reason, maybe cuz i was out of breath from the tag. Right when we got into the apartment, Sasha and Janae(Jesse's sister) started the movie 'Cinderella 2'. It was the definition of lame, so i left and played a little PS2 and watched Mike play Max Payne. When we got bored, we started to go to the living room(where the girls were) but they said they were going to bed. We asked if they wanted to go swimming with us, but were rejected. So me, Jesse, and Mike went to 'the club' and went swimming in the hottub for a while, then when we were good and burning, we swam across the barely above freezing pool, and jumped out half dead, then jumped back in to the hottub, which burnt our skin off with deadly needles. The next day, we got up at 11:00, and thats just about when the girls left for church, so no score there. The only time i actually got to talk to her for more than 30 seconds was when they got home and Janae left at like 5:00. We barely caught up, but it was still cool. About the time we were supposed to leave and my mom was talking with Jesse's mom, me and Sasha were sitting next to each other with her legs on my lap and we were watching a funny show and talking and trying to connect with everybody standing and sitting around us. It sucks though, cuz i looked into her eyes for a pretty good amount of time(bad mistake) and she has my ring, and tied a piece of string to my finger, and this probably sounds like its from the depths of cornville, but every time i see it, i think of her and get all squishy and depressy. So, i guess thats my weekend, i need her number and her email, but that will come, once im desperate.
bye.
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[21 Mar 2002|09:01pm] |
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I'm piss scared right now. I'm going somewhere and I dont want to go because someone is there and I want to see that person but I also dont. Im scared because its been a really long time since I've seen this person, and i wont know how to act or what to say or how to feel. ('ll finish this up later.)
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[19 Mar 2002|05:55pm] |
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Metallica-Struggle within |
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That song us definately me right now. Not in a religious way, but others. I dont know why or what, but i know its there, i can feel it deep inside me, this inhuman yearning for the unknown. Its freakin fryin my brain over here, not knowing what im feeling or why, not too cool of a thing to be struck down with, kinda makes me want to punch a wall in.
I completely changed my room around, nothings in the same place as before, some people should come and see it, people who are freinds, people who care, or know, or respect, or ...
I've got a monkey load of chem and math and i need to read a whole chapter in Govnt., but simpsons is on, oh crap, gotta go.
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[18 Mar 2002|05:50pm] |
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I can no longer run. I have a stress fracture in both my shins, which sucks real bad. Since i cant run, now i have to bike and do crazy excersizes which are boring and time consuming. This is bad because im wasting perfectly good time that i could spend doing nothing at all. However, i now have an extra hour to do whatever since i get home at 4:45 insead of 5:45. I'm so confused right now, and i dont know by what i am confused. This is quite irritating i must say, not knowing why your confused and you dont know what you dont understand. You people may think that this is impossible, however, they are wrong because i have proof, that proof is also blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.................obviously i have nothing important to say.
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[18 Mar 2002|05:43pm] |
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This blows. What blows? Stuff blows. What kinda stuff? I dont know. You dont know what blows? Nope.
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| Life story |
[13 Mar 2002|09:17pm] |
Well, i went to kindergarten a year late, then i went to first grade, then second, then third, then fourth, then fifth, then sixth, then seventh, then eigth, then ninth and then now.
Somewhere in there my dad died slowly from hodgkins disease which slowly ate away his lymph nodes and bonde marrow.
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| winter retreat |
[11 Mar 2002|08:52pm] |
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My winter retreat was totally awesome. I feel so out of place at school now, everything seems so pointless and empty of purpose and life. I wish I were back with my church friends in that fun, healthy atmosphere. I had so much fun, except for the few ice-balls in the face and the skinned knee from playing spoons. We played so much cards at camp, it rocked the plank, me and a couple of my friends made up a new game. You have a deck of cards in your hand and you guess what the next card will be and if it's the card you guessed, then whatever you tell your friend to do he has to do it. For example: My freind Aaron is playing with Pat, and he says, "if this card is a nine, you have to kick Eric in the shins as hard as you can" Pat is hoping its not a nine cuz he knows i'll tear him up if he kicks my shin splints. The card is a nine and Pat kicks me in the shins and accidentally hits my knee wound, so i freak out and beat his leg to a pulp. It was really fun, you dont have to do only physical abuse, but also embarrassing stuff, or stuff that could get you beat. Theres tons of choices. We had some crazy snowball fights with the other church that was there, they were all jerks and the threw ice, real hard ice. On the bunny slopes me and five or so of my freinds all went down the hill on our innertubes at the same time and tried to beat each other off the tube before we reached the bottom, that was definately one of the most fun things we did. Now im back at school doing work and it sucks the monterous. I had to do my health CIM speach today and while i was doing it, everyone was cracking up laughing, even Mr. Dyer. They said it was the way i was talking, but it didnt seem funny to me at all. Oh well, im bored and ....
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[07 Mar 2002|05:46pm] |
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Today in English i got over one million dollars on my calculator black jack. I just got back from the doctor for my shin splints and he is going to refer me to a specialist. I sure hope that i can still run because then i would have to do some sort of martial arts, because that's the only other thing i might actually be interested in. I'm sorta contemplating on that issue 'cause then a certain person might think i was copying him/her and that it wouldnt be their special thing anymore, so i dont know what to do. Oh well, maybe i'll be banned to my chair for the rest of my life, i dunno. It is sort of a depressing thing, not being able to run, because it gives you the sense that you actually did something worthwhile.
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[04 Mar 2002|09:45pm] |
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Today i didnt notice Amelias hair was cut, then i found out after someone else noticed, i feel really bad. Especially since she was going on and on about it before. Well, i got my hair cut tonight, we'll see who notices first. Right now im talking to josh and nick on IM, josh has very little to say, but me and nick are gettin along pretty well. The best movie is falling down, my cousin just saw it and he loved it. I need to see SLC punk, its about punks lifes, looks cool. Anyways, I have horrid shin splints (thats when the muscle is ripping away from the bone) and i need to ice them for a half hour twice a day in order for them to get better, man im not looking forward to doing that! Im going to winter camp with my church this weekend, its gonna rock the plank, i cant wait.
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| my cousin sucks and im sorry josh and amelia |
[02 Mar 2002|11:19pm] |
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Tim, the cool dude who wants to give away the xbox, i believe is going to give it to my cousin, this pisses me off cuz i know that my cousin wont use it at all. It'll end up being a $500 dollar mp3 player. So, if i cant persuade Tim, sorry guys, i feel so bad and angry, Tims getting ripped off, anyways, im still angry.
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[02 Mar 2002|09:50am] |
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Today i have to go for FOUR hours and watch over-makeuped chicks dance around a floor. I'm not exactly looking forward to it, but it's not like i have a choice. Also im trying to make my freinds happy and my moms forcing me to. I just hope they know the things i must endure for them, they better appreciate it.
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| poopy fart and bra sizes |
[01 Mar 2002|06:30pm] |
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Think about it, its actually quite gross, or if you have a twisted and perverse mind, very hilarious. Anyways, im about to watch "Dont say a word" with a few of my freinds, but so far martha, nick, and nadia have turned me down in order to eat sushi and be bored. Im actually quite surprised my moms letting me see this movie, considering its R and all. If you know anything about my mom, you'd be pissing yourself just at that news. Today some interesting things happened. Ulla's still as fine as ever, but i found out 3 different chicks bra sizes. I wont say names for fear of being nudered, so i'll say this, I need more bra sizes. You know who you are, just give up the struggle and give me the info I want for no apparent reason, which is also why i want them, for no apparent reason. And no, im not a pervert, those of you who know me should be able to vouch. Im just wierd like that. I guess you could say its a new 'fad' of mine. Im running out of things to say in order to waste space, so i'll end with this
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[28 Feb 2002|10:34pm] |
Dang, I hate night time, its the time where you're tired, yet you dont want to go to bed for fear of waking the next morning.
It's 10:35 and I still need to brush my teeth and read my devotions and my bible. A daily dose from your bible can bring you closer to God so that you may have a more intimate relationship with him/her. I will most likely pray for a while to 'update' my relationship with Jesus.
Oh, today I made a risky move on my part, mainly because I'm a shy fool with the ladies. I gave Ulla (Finland exchange student) a birthday present. Her birthday is actually on the 29th, but thats a leap year. So instead i gave it to her today, i gave her a white teddy bear with some good smelling body lotion in it's arms. I also wrote a sentimental card. I was real happy when she said she's gonna put it on her dresser in Finland and look at it every day and that she'll never forget me. That touched me deep down inside, *sniff*. Heh heh, im joking, but Ulla is a special person, I just dont want to fall for her like im afraid that i am because she's just gonna move back to Finland in a few months, and then i'll be depressed for a while. I've had that feeling way too many times, and im not about to get it again, so i believe i may do all i can to not go for her, i do however, value our freindship. It's the funniest thing in weight training and track, seeing Andie Brown and Greg Bianchini (giant shoulder dude) hit on her like its nobody's business. Its really meaningless cause they're just trying to get a feel, for example, helping her stretch her legs, "Wow, look, a camel hoof!", and helping her onto her bike, "Gee, what solid sides you have my dear" its sorta an amusing spectacle. Then again, im now known as 'Mack Donalds", thanks to that ingrate Josh and his 'Possy'. anyways, this is my first entry, and if i end up paying for this, sombody's gonna die. Until next time, dont let the bed bugs paralyze.
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