lines of liquid bass

I walked over to my computer and sat down in the chair. When I did, I remembered just a couple of months ago, how frustrating that simple act was because the other chair I had would constantly lower itself and throw you off balance since you had to sit in a very particular fashion in order for it to not make you lean to the point of nearly falling out of the chair, which did happen at least on two occasions. Damn that fucking chair.

Just like every other day I pulled up Pandora, a very extensive "we-play-only-what-you-like-because-we-make-you-tell-us-what-you-like" kind of online radio, but today I was standing while attempting to type. Basically, if your name starts with a letter between R and T this means that you are going to fuck up what ever it is that you are trying to type. Just accept it because it is fact no matter how you look at it. So somehow the first two letters of pandora came out pu. After the first two letters the computer tries to guess what you are trying to type in. So I stop, look to find Pandora, but can only find several links to different portions of the site www.pussy.org. Immediately, I think -- Jesus! Have I been looking at porn at work? Without even realizing it? Like in Fight Club, only different? After a few ridiculous thoughts like that I realize that I haven't. Then my thought process traces this to my boss, you know -- the one with the really dumb name. But not just the fact that it could have been him looking at the porn, but that he could be setting me up to fire me or whatever else his little pervy brain could muster to think. Either way I know that I have to tell someone in case someone else finds it and automatically assumes, mainly because it's my computer, that I have been looking at titties. All day I try to think of who to tell, what to tell them, etc., so I call HKD to get advice on the issue. Afterwards I remember my other boss has a 14-15 year old boy that comes with him to work nearly every day. And, of course, he hangs in the building I am in every day. But at the same time, it's very rare for him to be alone. There are usually a total of 5 kids there and they stick together / annoy together constantly (my job description details nothing to do with children, yet what I am stuck doing 95% of the time? Fucking babysitting. I swear . . .). Anyway, my hands are in the air here. I tried to get the only other person that works in the office (the only one I really like and trust) to come to my building so I could show him. But nothing ever works out for him to be able to get away. I am going to follow up on this tomorrow. We'll call it an "investigation" if you will. If more porn is looked at tonight, I will know. And it will also eliminate the kid from the suspect list (he's out of town for the week).

the devil was chrome

I like how my boss was talking to a customer in regards of the recent tornado. What makes this even better is the fact that he is a southern baptist preacher. he said, "when i passed by yer house and saw how (the storm) just kind of skipped ya, i was like 'that man must be livin' right.'"

so now you believe in karma? and i guess you don't really believe the bible with that whole section on Job or at least you must have been skipping it all of these years because the way i understood it, your God holds no bars when it comes to suffering, etc. life sucks for good people too. it's just the way it works. anyway, to make a long story short, if you are going to believe something believe it already. don't be wishy washy. don't give me excuses. and quit whining like a fucking bitch too.
it's rather annoying.

creole seasonings on lambchops

V listen to Cassino. Maybe you'll fall in love with them too.

today/currently/approximately right now, i feel sick.
why you may ask?
let me give you 2 reasons:

1. 3 chili dogs at lunch (consumed rapidly no doubt).

[and]

2. god speak from boss' mouth at said lunch.

the question that i've been pondering:

which is worse?

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it's looking like i might be driving with josh to st. louis on saturday to pick up his new car, a black '93 volvo wagon. Hell yeah. that is unless things work for him to leave tomorrow, in which case i will not be able to go. other than that, my weekend will be completely boring and i love it. i'm going to read/finish clockwork orange and watch radiohead on from the basement. plus i've got a few movies recorded i've been meaning to see. and since my parents are out of town, i have complete rule of the kitchen so maybe i'll make something interesting.

specTACKles

phantom planet is officially a "no go".

last week i worked my normal amount of hours (24) and got paid $88

i found this out at the bank when i was trying to put it in my account.

i showed my boss today and received the correct amount:

$173.48

big fucking difference asshole.

now go ask hkd how much she made this week.

oh and i didn't do so great on my lit test today.

a fucking lit test ...

what is wrong with me?

good times

So that's next weekend.

This weekend Josh and I are planning a small road trip to go take some pictures.

We're both going crazy with work and the shitty town we live in,

so it's time to get away.

Even if it's just for a day.
Thankfully, the storms are suppose to be gone by then too.

Be happy;

Tomorrow is Friday.

ug

worked from 8:00am-12:30pm.

seth = exhausted.

now it's time to write a paper on language.

sometimes life sucks balls.

the fine art of falling apart

yesterday i worked from 8am - 12:30am.
that's 15.5hrs.
i overslept and completely missed my sociology class this morning.
and i didn't get my homework finished either,
not that i'm really complaining about that part.

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sometimes i have fantasies in which i'm involved in a car crash.
they vary;
sometimes they are fatal, while other times they severely injure me.
and it's not suicidal type thoughts.
not at all.
in a way i think they are beautiful.
i want to feel the rush i attempt to associate with them.
i want to know what it feels like to experience that kind of pain.
or its absence.
there are so many things in life i have never experienced,
levels of emotion never encountered.

i wish i felt more alive.

shanghi meets west coast

my boss told me this today:

there is something remarkable about you. you don't get worked up about anything. it's like nothing really matters. i just messed up a job you've been working for a couple of hours and you didn't say anything. just started it over.

my response:

is there really anything worth caring about?

who would have thought? it figures

I was going to make a real post, honest, I swear, or if you don't much care for swearing, I promise, but if not, I'll stick to swearing. But someone else already did it for me it seems. In fact, they wrote a biography. Read it. Learn. Realize that you didn't really learn. But be okay with that because it's Christmas break. Besides, who wants to learn when you know that there is a Wii under a certain 5 foot wide, 9 foot tall, luminous tree with your name on it, just dying to be released from its cardboard prison?

I've been really busy with work and such. It sucks. Erin is down again. We haven't even seen each other yet, mostly due to the fact that she's working while ON VACATION. Sounds terrible. Because of work, she now, well at least for this short while, deems Sonic "The Devil." How ironic is that? The great lover of "drink mix heaven" has found flaws in perfection.

How the universe twists its grueling course down the crooked passageways of space amazes me.

good night princes of maine, kings of new england

i just found out that i am a reason for a possible soon-to-be divorce. the husband thinks that something is going on between his wife and me. he is wrong. he has been told so. now he realizes that we "share a connection" that he is lacking with her. they are utterly unhappy, but are sticking it out for the kids. she told me she kind of wants to have an affair in spite of him. politely i told her no with the whole "don't bring yourself down to his level / make him right" speech.

and i just watched cider house rules again.

and i took the entire day off to study for finals tomorrow.

(i didn't study)

sleep don't come easy

This is absolutely amazing. Go there and get the free Travis cover of John Lennon's Gimme Some Truth. Also has Bright Eyes and The Shins up right now. Plus, ALL (as in 100%) of the benefits go to a good cause: Waxploitation. Their main goal is to help with all of the problems going on in Darfur.

And while you're on myspace, give these guys a listen. Kind of Strokes-esque, but still very different.

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In other news, I haven't blogged in a few days for a good reason. Really.

I've been moving. Actually kind of but not really. My sister is moving back in the house with her two kids, so I moved all my stuff to our game room (pool table, etc.). Also, moved my folks into my room. And we are soon to move her into their room. On top of this, I made a few trips out to Brandon's new place and unloaded some of the stuff we've been storing for him and painted and on and on and on.

And because that just doesn't seem like enough to do, we've been redoing one of my dad's rent houses (paint, carpet/laminate, intensive cleaning) too.

Hopefully everything will be done sooner than later.
So much for the holiday.
Yee-haw (that's pirate for "this blows")

let down

why do radiohead lyrics always fit my posts in some weird way?

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I've been working like a mad man. Yesterday 14hrs. The day before 16hrs. It'll end up totalling up to about 50 hrs most likely.

My old job -- I was lucky to get 25hrs. Really. Lucky.

I wanted more hours but this is crazy. At least I like what I'm doing at the moment. Definetely makes things better.

Problem though. I got all this new stuff for my GEETAR and I haven't even got to play with it a whole lot.

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Tonight there's gonna be a practice. Finally. I've been looking forward to it all week.

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People always say, "If the sun turns black . . ."

Does that mean SUNSHINE would turn BLACK too?

(that's negro for all yall talkers of espanyol)

I want to see what that looks like.

There should be an update on that soon.

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out.

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ps. don't harASS me. i harass back.

fugitive motel

started new job

it's ok.

it's a slow month.

mornings=boring

afternoons=busy.

mixed feelings.

i think i want to work in a restaurant.

is something wrong with me?

i don't care if i cook or serve.

i like both.

see? something is wrong with me.

i'm boring.

this is boring.

yet you are still reading.

or at least i assume you are.

i kinda hope you are.

but not really.

i don't want you to get some crazy idea that i care for your soul.

oh and listen to ELBOW.

i think they have a myspace page, but i don't wanna find it.

that's where the title came from (in case you couldn't put 2 and 2 together -- more like 1 and 1 but oh well)

also hear following songs: guardian angel, ribcage, and buttons and zips.

good stuff.

FYI: i'm tired of seeing dead people that i used to know.

How's this for stream of consciousness bitches?

out.

feeling a touch adventurous

For work today, Jessica and I had to pass out domestic violence brochures to dozens upon dozens of barber shops and salons. Apparantly people tell their entire life's story to who ever touches their head. Thank god I don't want to cut hair. Oh and by the way, barber shops that men own, smell funnier than ones that women own. They go extra heavy on the chemicals I think. We left at about 8:00 and came back to the office at 4:00, which meant I only had to deal with everyone else's crap for about 30 minutes. Not too shabby.

Lunch was really good. We went to this place called Charlotte's. I had a piece of strawberry cake and strawberry cheesecake for an appetizer. Then they brought me my sammich. It had ham, turkey, swiss, avacado, and, supposedly, mayo (never tasted any) on grilled and fried sourdough bread. It was ok. Frankly it tasted really bland. And I couldn't get the waitress to come back so I could get some ketchup or something. Jessica only ended up eating about 2 bites of her club so I devoured the rest of hers, some pickles, some olives, and a few chips.

I think if you even touched me with a pin right now, I would fly around the room like a balloon.
Wouldn't that be interesting?
No?
I don't think so either, to be honest.

On the way back we were admiring the amazingly flat scenery and decided to play in a field for a bit. So we did.

Here's a few pics:





P. S. Erin will be here in one week.

P. S. S. That means Spiderman!

the exchange

+ I passed all of my finals, including the trecherous math course that nearly
killed me.

+ School is finished until January 8.

+ I'm working a lot more right now (4-5 days a week compared to 2 and a half).

+ I got a bonus check for $75. I know it's not much, but I didn't expect it
considering I've only worked there for about 4 months.

+ It's just a few days till Christmas, and I only have 2 people to buy for.

+ If it doesn't rain like it's suppose to, I am going to get the top on my car fixed (part of it wasn't sealed properly when the new one was put on, so I get to listen to an awesome wind tunnel-like noise, especially at higher speeds) tomorrow.

+ Thursday night I am taking my dad to see Trans-Siberian Orchestra for Christmas. I think we're going to eat at Benihana's beforehand.

Tonight I went with a few friends to get a little more shopping finshed. One of the last stops we made was at Target. When I was in line with about 2 or 3 things, the lady ahead of me offered to give me her place because she had a whole cart load. Obviously, I took her up on the offer. As she was backing up, her porcelain snow-man collectable went crashing to the floor, shattering into bits. Being the kind soul that I am, I helped her pick up the pieces to the $40 item she was still going to have to pay for (that has to be depressing). Then as she was getting all of her things situated, she rammed her cart into the candy wall and knocked all sorts of chocolate bars and sour candies all over the floor. I thought, "Man, this lady is having a really shitty night."

The next thing that happened made my entire day:

Another lady behind me stepped ahead to talk to the lady with everything going wrong.

She said, "I know it seems like you are having a terrible day, but it'll be okay. It could've been a lot worse -- I promise."

"How is that possible?"

"Well, for instance, my daughter told me that she was a lesbian this morning."

if your food smells like shit and tastes like shit it probably is shit

So I started college . . . boo, hiss, rah. I'm so excited. Not. It's alright but here's the problem: I go Monday, Wednesday 8am-3:30pm and Friday 8am-2pm. Way too early. Especially since it takes about 30 minutes to get there in the morning with traffic and everything. And wouldn't you know it, the highway I drive just happens to be a bus route.

I decided to keep my job. I come home exhausted because I pop Benedryl all day though. Thank God it works too. No more headaches.

Today I decided to try China Express in Beebe. Big Mistake. I should've known since there was practically no one there. So I start off with a bowl of hot and spicy soup. I always get it in L-town. But in Beebe, well, it smells like shit. No lie. I tried to take a bite and it tasted funny too. It tasted like it smelled actually. All I could think of was Fight Club with the whole Guerilla Terrorism in restaurants bit. Some of the other foods I had like chicken with broccoli and carrots tasted/smelled like bad soap. Don't really know how to describe it, but it wasn't very good either. Even the water was bad. I think the glass had soap from the dishwasher in it still. So, yeah, don't go there, for sure don't eat there. I never will again.


I'm also a complete and total dumbass. I broke it off with Lauren. I've felt horrible the past 2 weeks. Horrible. I talked to Brandon and consulted his "vast knowledge" and I think he's convinced me to call her back. Now it's just getting around to doing it. Love is stupid. I hate it. But it keeps reeling me back in and I take the bait everytime. What is wrong with me?

All of these pictures I took in Eureka Springs a couple of weeks back.

Wow that post was sad -- all I did was bitch, bitch, bitch. What the hell . . .



I ate shit. It was gross.

i hate foreigners

The internet is messed up. Can't figure out why. I can now use a direct connection to the mac but the router is being a major pain in the ass. I was on the phone with Linksys (aka: arabic lady that knows about 5 words in English) for about 2 hours. Needless to say, I was in a bad mood the rest of the day and still the DSL wasn't working right. So I buy a brand new laptop and now I can't even use it like I want to in my own house. Just great.

On another note: I'm thinking about quitting my new job. I come home everyday feeling terrible due to the fact that the entire building is practically caked in mold. And I work on the top 2 floors of the building which is where it is the worst.

Should resume normal posting (whatever that is) soon.

nashville (a photo essay . . . with words)

The trip . . . well . . . the trip sucked, at least for the most part.

Problemo numero uno: school trip with least favorite teacher of all time. Yes I have graduated, but Lauren and I made it to nationals in a speaking competition that neither of us really wanted to attend so we had to. Anyway, long story short, we didn't practice and made 12th in the nation.

The hotel was nice though. Although the name was quite questionable: Gaylord Opryland Hotel. Felt like I was in a meet the parents rip off with trees everywhere. The entire hotel/resort is indoors. It has a big glass ceiling that makes you feel outside, plus it has tropical plants and trees everywhere. The ground floor is a giant garden.

I had sushi for the 2nd time. What I had was called a rainbow roll (the name fit with the hotel theme). Pretty good stuff. The other kind I've had is a California roll (is any one else seeing a pattern? that's really bad).

What really sucked about the trip though was that I never really even got to go to Nashville. We were all prisoners of Master Gaylord the entire time. We never left hotel grounds until we took the old guy dinner cruise (which was brought to us by [who else?] Gaylord Entertainment!). Food was okay. View=beautiful (skyline, water, etc.) Show was quite questionable but we made it fun. At the bar on the boat there was a Jack and Coke just sitting there waiting for the waiter to come by and pick it up. I decided to play waiter. But I failed because I ended up drinking it. Fletcher and I both left the booze at the house so we didn't have any for 6 days other than that.

I ate a whole lot. Shopped a whole lot. They have a huge mall (at least to me. I am from Arkansas.) I bought a few things. So did everyone else. Tried to get watch Super-Man on the I-MAX in 3-D which would have been awesome, but time didn't allow it. They had a really cool mini-golf place too. "Glow Golf" Black lights with the special paint blah blah blah, so yeh, my ADD was going crazy in there.

Blew a lot of money I probably shouldn't have. I still need a car. Actually worse right now. My mom's vehicle's air went out so we are all car-pooling and sharing and dropping each other off. It sucks. Especially when I put the gas money in the truck and then they end up driving it.

More bad news . . . due to last week's trip I got no paycheck. Boss is sick this week plus marital problems, etc. so probably no work this week either. That means no money coming in to help pay for a lap top or car or the new peavey amp I just bought, which sounds awesome. But I did get more time off which I like.

If you didn't notice, I'm starting to take some "impressionist-style" photos now. Yeah, basically that does mean moving the camera as you take the picture, but they really do look cool, especially with light *smears(?). They just don't turn out as well when you use a camera phone.

Later.