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nothing really [04 Dec 2002|02:32am] [ mood | bored ] [ music | the piano... ] Now Come over to my side of the road. Stars, never have they shined so bright! I'm swallowed. Through to you, some how I know you knew. I'm breaking. Lead me to the trees. Come on, take me, take me. I wish that time travel would free me. I'm breaking. post comment

....what? [03 Dec 2002|05:31am] What kind of Drug Addict are you? give it to me one time... post comment

Don't look now.... [02 Dec 2002|04:37am] [ mood | blah ] [ music | painting the roses red ] I never really know what it is that I should write about. Should I bare my soul and all of it's raw emotions, or try to think up a slew of exaggerated words and string everyone who reads along on a binge of madness? Okay then, madness it is. Sometimes the very clouds in the sky are frowning down upon me, everywhere it is raining, but for me, I'm being drowned by falling, tapioca pudding. I'm at work with only 3 hours more, when finally hit the door, to set my feet onto the street and head towards my aunt's house for a little family meet and greet. I know. I know. I really shouldn't go, but pay is too slow and my car can't make it home. It's shoes need to be new, and the dough I bring it only turns to goo. The bread will be delivered on the 6th of this week, and I will then be able to glide over the ever popular pavement creek. My horoscope for today has never been so accurate. It reads: Taurus: Relationships need attention. Give if you want to receive. Don't drag your feet about exploring new interests, and happiness and romance will result if you expand your horizons. How true, how true. Well the first sentence anyway. The rest just makes sense though. I miss playing music with a full band. I don't think that I have had that privilege in a long time. Tim came by today to pick up his drum set. That was a depressing moment. Only slightly though, at least now I know Tim will be playing them more often. Well, I hope he will. He is supposed to come back over to my house on Saturday, so we can kick a jam. I'm really looking forward to that. Maybe my brother will get off his ass and play some bass guitar with us too. It sux 'cause I was hoping that I could have a sit down with my brother and go over some of our songs with him, but I probably won't see him until Friday. I think I'm going to be staying at my aunt's house for the remainder of the week. Oh way do have to be penniless all the time? My pay is gone as soon as I receive it.... Wish me luck on the Reliant Energy job that I'm going to apply for next week. I'm sure going to need it. I I get that job I will finally be able to start saving some monies, and eventually buy some gear with it. WooHoo!! Well, I think I've spent enough of my time tonight writing in this stoopid firkin journal. So, I'm going to say fair well for now, I'll write again tomorrow, this feels good to just talk things out like this. Who knows, I might be back on here again tonight... 2 comments|post comment

[02 Dec 2002|03:14am] [ mood | listless ] [ music | the dodo bird - burn the house down ] "...you may notice, that I'm not all there, myself..." post comment

YES [25 Nov 2002|01:11am] [ mood | exhausted ] [ music | Make Yourself - incubus ] I'm finally making a real journal entry! is everyone proud of me now? oh well, didn't think you would be...but anyway, I actually have something to talk about today, so i figured what the hell, why not post is up here for the world to view.... my neck hurts. Well, this past week has been very interesting indeed. The roller coaster started around wednesday night, just before I had to be at work. Halei and I were having some coffee at the Busy Bee Cafe, and we were discussing the grueling process of recording, when this drummer/bassist, one table over, got my attention and asked me if I played guitar. My response, "YES." So I got up and sat at his table, Halei joined us as well, and we commenced talking about music, which led to the exchange of phone numbers for a possible jam session in the future. I went to work, it sucked. Thursday: I went home, I slept, it rocked, and then Patrick and I went driving around, taking care of things for his car and picked up his rental car, I went home again, I slept again, I rocked again, and when i woke up that night, I was already getting a phone call from the possible future addition to the band. He was wanting to come over and jam, but I had to go to work, so I postponed for another day. Bummer, but oh well. I went to work, it suck, again. Friday: I get off work and go help my mom with her yard sale, then i go cash my paycheck(woohoo!), don't worry it's all gone now. After I have my cash in hand, I go and pick up a part for my car, install it, and drive to 3 different places to try to get my car inspected so that it will be 100% legal, finally at the 3rd spot I tried, they weren't being anal retentive sphincter boys, and they passed my car. Yay! So, I go home and start my laundry, and as I'm dropping the 3rd load in the dryer, I get a phone call from the drummer/bassist, guess what, he wants to jam today...I'm all for it except that i haven't slept today, and I still need to change my oil still. So, yet again, I blow him off for another day, only he won't let me, he tells me to call him back when i get done. Now I'm convinced he really wants to play, so I say yes, and now I'm rushing to my mom's house to change my oil, and it's starting to get dark outside. I finish changing my oil and head back home, and I give this guy a call back to tell him to come over, only he's not home, and when I finally do get in touch with him it's going on late at night, and he says he's too tired. I breathe a huge sigh of relief and then pass the fuck out in my cave. Saturday: I'll finish later. Right now I have to go home and get some rest...... 4 comments|post comment

Writing Again.... [14 Nov 2002|03:29am] This weekend has been extremely weird, and it keeps getting weirder as the days go by. First off, I made the long trek out to Misissippi, to see my friend, Tony, on Friday. We were supposed to get some recording done on his new 16 track digital recorder, however, it did not come in until a few hours after I left on Monday. Bummer. Luckily, I brought my 4 track with me. Blegh, analog. Anyway, we were still able to make 3 fairly descent recordings; "shelter," a C.O.C. song, "All I Want," a completely new original, and "Choices," a song that we have been working on for a little while. I can't wait until he is done with the Navy, then we will really get some work done. I guess we have enuff material to go and play at some open mics around town. He is supposed to be coming into town for Christmas. I can't wait. Long overdue, but finally, we will start work on our first album, and hopefully release it soon after it is done. The drive home from Tony's house was a whole lot less gruelling than the trip out there. Probably because I was well rested as opposed to Friday, when I had worked all night and morning, I also drove all over pearland and Alvin/Manvel area, looking for car parts, then attempted to stay awake on the way out there. Next time a make a trip anywhere, I promise, I will be well rested before I leave. On a darker note post comment

HOLY ART [08 Nov 2002|01:15am] my cousin drew this!!! Yeah! Go POOF! 4 comments|post comment

I dunno why.... [31 Oct 2002|06:16am] [ mood | enraged ] [ music | Murder stories on the news ] You Are An Intense Kisser! Deep tounging, nibbling, and locking lips for hours are on your agenda. You've been known to wear lovers out with your kiss, before getting to anything else on the menu. And given that you kiss so well... imagine how you do everything else. How Do *You* Kiss? More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva Some weird quiz i took. I don't think the results are that accurate. Come kiss me and let me know. ...~.Are you Happy Noodle Boy?.~... brought to you by Quizilla Mock me? Fried cyclops?! I absolve thee!! MOOOO! 1 comment|post comment

giving credit... [23 Oct 2002|03:52am] [ mood | grateful ] [ music | Touched - VAST ] As you may have noticed, I am a JTHM fan, as you can see if you scroll down or look at my user icon. I wasn't always a JTHM fan and I would just like to show my appreciation and post this banner: If you don't see the banner, click here! it's because of this site that i have become more knowledgable about Jhonen Vasquez and the inner workings of Nny. So click and enjoy! I hope you feel as enlightened as I do. post comment

nudes? [21 Oct 2002|04:37am] [ mood | exposed ] I discovered today, that I enjoy gazing at the precious curves of the human body. I think I might join/start a nudist colony. It doesn't necessarily arouse me, although sometimes I can't help myself, but there is something much deeper than that. I think the human body is a magnificiant piece of artwork. It has taken millions of years for it to arrive at it's current state of perfection, and is completly flawless. I wish that we could publicly display our true selves without fear of ridicule from the warped minded society that has turned one of the worlds most natural and beautiful creations into something which is considered perverse and deviant. Peopel are beautiful! All shapes and sizes. Granted, some people let them selves go and don't stay clean, but aside from them, the human race should seriously reconcider the whole clothing idea. 4 comments|post comment

PHISH [19 Oct 2002|05:40am] [ mood | ecstatic ] [ music | You Enjoy Myself - Phish ] phish is the best clik on phish you enjoy this link. THEY'RE BACK!!!! post comment

who is evil? [16 Oct 2002|04:50am] [ mood | mischievous ] [ music | Suicide is Painless ] No, really. Who is evil? BEWARE Is he evil? hmm....I think it's the cheerleader...as the forgotten rain pointed out. 5 comments|post comment

WORK SUX ! ! ! [16 Oct 2002|01:54am] [ mood | blah ] [ music | none(again) ] Man I am so freakin' bored. Well that helped. Conan always has great musical guests on his show. Badly Drawn Boy just got done with his performance. Good stuff, man. Kool, now TREMORS is on. Maybe this won't be such a boring night after all. I'm glad I get to watch TV while I'm at work. Then again, I wish I had brought Carlos with me tonight. Oh well. My life needs to be more exciting. The highlight of my day is when I finally get to go to sleep. Pathetic, I know. At least I'm starting to have some really great dreams. I guess things aren't so bad. I'm almost always off on Fridays and Saturdays. Oh wait, I have to work this coming Friday, I forgot. Man, that blows. oh blah dee blah dah... Oooh! I can't wait for the AudioSlave stuff to be released! It's going to be sooo badass! Chris Cornell with the former members of RATM except for Zack. Man, I woke up early today with the full intentions of working on my fourtrack, but my roommate was still sleeping, and I didn't want to wake him up...so I play guitar quietly downstairs and then some Unreal Tournament. Not to brag or anything, but Patrick is just no good at that game...I need some real competition. He's getting better tho. He fragged me four times during the two rounds we played. That's 30 frags for me at 15 max per round. Hehee. anyway, enuff videogame BS. I guess I'll get to work on my recordings on my next real day off, in like two weeks maybe. Saturday should be another day off for me but I'm supposed to help my dad hang some cabinets in a house, and if I don't do that, then I will probably help my girlfriend work some party...I'll be the moonwalk monitor or something....extra money=extra money, but I hate working on dayz off. I really miss living in webster,tx and working the graveyard shift at that J&theB...I; would get off work and smoke a fat doobie and then by the time i got to my apt I could see the sun rise over the water...it was great...then i would go inside and realize that I was sharing a one bedroom apt with two other guys and felt really cramped...It would've been perfect if I had my own room though. new blood in the fight to return old wood and still the fire won't burn we can have things the way we want them or we can make it difficult for ourselves and those around us try to close your eyes to the views only sleep will help us try so hard to ignore the news writing again won't help us no help at all the music screams and you want to know "what ever happened to baby jane?" the only way to find out is to see the show you scratch your head and peel the skin enormous troubles no help open the door close the door you're inside your inside and you are desperatley trying to leave my crazy motives will keep me untrained my knowledge of the world will leave me untamed and it is no help at all... one page wonders will walk away leaving me waiting hoping for a new day please stay please stay post comment

Working again.... [15 Oct 2002|02:16am] [ mood | lonely ] [ music | none ] It seems that the only time I get to update my journal is when I'm at work. I'm too busy sleeping all the time to do anything else. Yeah, so my brother totally lucked out. He just bought a '84 Dodge pickup truck for 50 bucks. Well, actually, he paid 50 dollars for the tool box in the bed, and got the truck for free. It runs great too. It's a four speed with a V8 and it's brown. He's been letting me drive it for the past two days, so that I can get to work and home again. Thanx Heath! I'm going to be using it until I get my car fixed on sunday. It will probably cost me about $50 to fix my car, ok maybe a little bit more than that, but still, for the price my brother paid for his truck I'm going to be spending about the same just to repair some minor things on my Corsica. Then I'm going to make a trip up to Austin to visit my cousin and some of my friends. And later on I need to go up to the Dallas area to visit Jennie and the Lewisville/Denton crew. It's fun driving a standard again. It makes me want to go trade in my car, after I get it fixed, for something witha manual transmission. I dunno what though. Maybe a Subaru or a Honda or a Chevy truck or something with some friggin' power. whatever, just dreaming really. I wont be able to afford any payments really. I've recently acquired another copy of "House of Leaves," a must read. This new copy is Halei's, she's letting me borrow it 'cause I lost mine and she doesn't have time to read it yet. It's kinda freaky. I think everyone should read this book it's super strange. www.houseofleaves.com & www.poe.com are really cool related sites. check them out if you get the chance. I just finished watching Conan O'Brian, man what a good show. It's kool 'cause I get to watch like all of the late night talk shows, while I'm at work! I only get to see the last thirty min. or so of Letterman, then it's Killborne(spelling?) and then Conan! Cracker was on Conan tonight. They sounded pretty good too. What an exciting night for me huh? I might watch some HBO later or maybe some Cinemax, or I might just stay on-line all night, updating my journal. Only I don't know if I have anything important to discuss. Yeah I do actually. I've been searching for a way to get back in touch with my old friend Imelda(Melli), but I have not been too successful. I did an email address search at hotmail.com and it came up with three addresses and I sent out a generic message to all 3 asking if they were the person I was looking for, or did they just have the same name? No response as of yet. I also tried to remember her old email address, I sent something to what I thought was the correct address, but I didn't get a reply. I did, however, get a message saying that I was added to her contact list on MSN messenger. Weird huh? Added me to her list but did not send an email saying who she was.... Oh well, time will tel I suppose. I wish I could talk to her, I really miss her. It's been like 3 years since we last spoke. I'm worried something might have happened to her. And something tells me that she moved to Mexico, but I'm not too sure about that yet. I hope she responds....I miss her. We used to talk on the phone together for hours at a time. She wasn't supposed to be talking to boys when were that age. We were like 12 or 13, maybe 14. Her family rule was that she had to be 16 before she could start dating or even talking to boys. So she would call me if she got a chance to, and when I wanted to talk to her I would call her house and let it ring just once then hang up. That's how she knew it was me calling for her, and then she would call when the opportunity arose. Ah the memories flood my eyes. I'm going to change the subject now, I don't want to get too emotional. I doubt I will ever see her again. I'm going to get back to work now....I might write some more later.. 3 comments|post comment

What time is it? [11 Oct 2002|05:34am] [ mood | gloomy ] [ music | the phone is ringing.....oh my god ] If you said 4:30 you'd be wrong, because it's 5:30, and no, it's not late, it's early! Yes that is correct. The waking hours of the day have approached us yet again, and here I am alone at work, sitting in the back room and pouring my thoughts and ramblings out onto this page. You know I have this strange feeling that something weird is going on somewhere. I don't know what it is exactly but I do know that it is definitely un-natural. You see, I've been having these really bizarre dreams lately, and I rarely ever remember my dreams. These dreams are extremely vivid and realistic...and they are normally quite disturbing with a recurring theme...My movements are slow and sluggish and floating but not quite. I have to really strain, and it's a huge effort for me to try to run. I'm usually running to get away from something horrible, though not exactly scary or nightmarish even... In one dream I'm riding a bicycle and everything goes slow motion suddenly, except for my surroundings. I'm the only one moving slowly. Anyway, I turn right onto a street and I'm just riding along, when I notice up ahead on the road is a rather large police barricade. Flashy lights, SWAT teams, and everything. When the police spot me, they all start to scramble to take their battle stations or whatever. Now I'm just riding along on my bike, minding my own business, so I think that the police must be waiting for someone behind me. I turn and look. Nothing. Just more of the road winding away in the other direction. As I turn back around to look infront of me again, I'm met with the automatic firing of this police squad's machine guns. I then feel everyone of the bullets as they peirce my skin, one by one, shot after shot, as I fall from the bike and onto the ground. Now, keep in mind that I'm still in slow motion, so it seems as though it is taking an eternity for them to stop firing at me. Finally the shooting stops and I'm lying on the ground, bleeding profusely, and it feels as though the blood seeping from exit wounds is somehow binding me to the pavement so that I can't move. I can only barely lift my head, and I'm saying, "Not me...It's not me..." In my head, I'm thinking, "I can't die. This isn't really happening. This can't be happening..." Of course it FEELS like it is really happening, but right as I'm coming to terms with the fact that I just might die, I wake up. I'm now lying on the couch in the living room and the only sound I hear, is the chain on the ceiling fan as it rubs against the light fixtures. I sit up and look around as I realize that it is almost 10:30pm. I have like 4 minutes to get ready for work so that I can leave on time. So, this is like the first time that I've had a chance to sit down and think about this crazy FUBAR dream that I had. I don't know what it means or if it means anything at all...If anyone sees this and wants to take a shot(heheh) at deducing what the meaning might be, go right ahead and let me know what you think. Normally when I remember my dreams, it means SOMETHING.....But I don't usually know what until after.... Oh shit it's time for me to get off work...I have to go and count the money, make sure it's all there. HEY if anyone knows of a GOOD online people search site that is free, Please let me know about it. I have an old friend that I need to get in touch with....thanx. "...this is the wonderful stuff. Things which dreams are made of. 'I'll show you mine, if you show me yours,' philosophy doesn't work with me. How can you say that I am ni-eve? I was only pretending to be. To add your picture to my wall would be most extreme. Lovers long gone away bind me to my excruciating pain. If only I were smoke. I would slip into you lungs and hold court there. You would be found guilty of sucking up valuable air. Because you steal my breath away from me..." post comment

Unlocking the well known secrets... [10 Oct 2002|05:29am] [ mood | high ] [ music | Foot steps in the hallway...no for real that's what I hear.. ] Finally! I've unlocked the secrets to posting pictures in a journal entry! Woo! Hoo! For those of you who don't know how to, just ask me and I'll gladly tell you. If you don't want to face the shame of learning something from a loser like me, well then, check out the FAQ's section of this site. Now I can start showing off some of these precious goodies that I have stowed away for you Peoples(You too Jesus). <--reference to something that you know nothing about, and a beach, don't ask unless you want to know. Although, it might turn up as a journal entry later. oh, yeah. Back to the Goodies! Cool huh? That's what I thought too! My cousin drew that free hand. If you would like to see more of his art work let me know and I will arrange it for you. He has tons of stuff. Well here I am again, on another lonely and boring night at the J.O.B. 1.5 (another reference, check out my mood and you might get it.) I did have some interesting news to discuss but I can't seem to recall exactly what it was. I think I got too excited about being able to do the pic thingy. Oh well. I'm gonna go set up the continental breakfast room, 'cause it's time for that. When I return, maybe I will have remembered. Be right back..... Oh yes, I remember! My friends Adam and Michele are engaged and are moving into an apartment together on the 12th! So, I would like to take the time to congratulate them and wish them luck with everything they do. I think I'm going to be helping them move and then there might be a little bit of the smoky smoky drinky drinky going on! Also, GWAR is coming to Houston in 5 days! I can't wait! They're going to be playing at the Engineroom. I really love this time of year. It seems that this is normally the season for new music products to be released. There is the Audioslave stuff that should be arriving shortly and of course The Mighty "M."(too bad they lost their bassist, oh well) and I can't forget that PHISH is supposedly ending their 2 year hiatus!! I can't wait they are supposed to be having a New Years Eve show at the end of Dec. Makes sense eh? I am definitly going. I don't care where it is. Prob. NY or something. I guess I should check out a website on it eh? I was wondering, if the band Phish and the band Styxx ever went on tour together, would it be called the PhishStyxx tour? Hmm...just a thought. Well, I must be going now I do have work to do, sorta. I have to check people out of there rooms now. They are all starting to wake up and roam around out there in the hotel. I can hear them coming for me..... post comment

Be advised that the following text contains explicit material which may or may not be suitable, etc. [08 Oct 2002|05:44am] [ mood | indifferent ] [ music | Tweekend - The Crystal Method ] Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, and all related characters are tm & ©2000 Jhonen Vasquez and are published by Slave Labor Graphics. All rights reserved by the artist. Bryan knew this would be the last time he would see his children. The back of his head was throbbing, he thought he might even be bleeding, and his vision was slightly blurred. There was a woman pacing his hotel room, carelessly eradicating the contents of his wallet, and throwing everything to the floor. A photograph of his two daughters landed on his leg. He tried to grab the picture, to save it from this mad woman, when he realized she had his hands firmly tied to the leg of the bed. He stared pensively at his children’s faces, as they accusingly smiled up at him from their unsteady perch on his knee. His eyes swelled with tears, as a tremendous feeling of helplessness overcame him, and he desperately prayed this hellish nightmare would end. “Damn it! Where are the credit cards?” The woman was yelling and waving Bryan’s wallet around in the air. Her voice continued to repeat itself inside his head, sounding as if it were sinking under water with each word said. All of his thoughts were rhymes. Oh, great. What is the time? Focus. Focus. Don’t lose conscious. Open your eyes. There you go. “I don’t have any,” was Bryan’s shaky reply. “Shut the fuck up!” She turned on him. Her face was so close to his, he could smell the whiskey on her breath poorly mixing with her cheap perfume. The woman had retrieved her gun from the table and was now pressing the end of the barrel forcefully against Bryan’s left temple. He could feel it was going to leave a bruise. “Please. Don’t do this,” he pleaded, “I have a wife and two kids. A family for Christ’s sake!” The woman only laughed at this and pulled the gun away. “You sure weren’t acting like a married family man two hours ago. You were ready to slip it to me back at the bar there. You would’ve too, if I had let you.” At this last statement, Bryan burst into tears and heavy sobbing. “Oh, feeling remorseful are you.” A man’s voice. Where was it coming from? Bryan couldn’t tell. His head was dizzy with pain and his vision was still slightly hazy, but it was slowly coming back. The man belonging to the voice emerged from the bathroom, gently tapping a small, blood crusted, lead pipe against his leg. Bryan imagined the blood was his, as he looked the young man over. He was only a few inches shy of being tall and the slender muscular physique made him appear to be lanky. He was fully clad in black from head to toe, with multiple piercing in his face. His hair, died Black Number One, was completely disheveled and starting to form dreadlocks, and with the tattoos on his arms and neck, he was the perfect candidate for the clichéd heavy metal fan. The young man walked to where Bryan was sitting and stood over him. “Stop looking at me mother fucker!” The man was shouting with the pipe raised above his head like a hammer, “Stop looking at me mother fucker! Don’t you fucking dare look at me again! I’ll mother fucking kill you, you stupid piece of shit!” Stop…fuck…her…again…the…words…stop…fuck…kill…her…stupid…again…kill…you …the words echoing a spinning a round we go a whiskey a go go…stop fucking her and I’ll kill you again and again and a stupid kill mother. Bryan’s head was reeling from pain and the voice was doing the draining underwater thing again. The guy had not even hit him yet. Must be drugs, he assumed. Good drugs. Bryan averted his lingering gaze finally and focused on his daughter’s photo. Alice, the youngest one, seemed to be grinning at him and saying, “way to go Dad. You really did it this time, didn’t you?” The older daughter, Sarah, was just nodding in agreement, grinning the entire time as well. You want to earn a short trip to hell…take your youngest daughter and push her down a well… Focus. Focus. The woman was back in his face again, with the gun in his temple. Definitely a bruise later. “Where are the fucking credit cards, shit fucker?” More yelling. Bryan didn’t know if he could take anymore, much less supply an answer to a question he only thought he was being asked. Was it a question? Did he know this woman? Roll the dice. What’s the winning number? Level up, or is he killed? Only the D.M. knows for sure. Oh, Lord. What a world. “Stop whining about the credit cards, I got them right here.” The man holds the cards in his hands for her to see. “Where did you find them?” The woman had to know. “In his fucking glove box. Now chill out. Shit.” Obviously annoyed, the young man throws the cards at the woman. They land at her feet and she kicks them towards Bryan. “Don’t have any credit cards, huh? You fucking lying to me?” she asked with the gun to his temple. Bryan didn’t respond. He only sat there, crying, staring at his daughters on his knee. There they were, his two lovely daughters, this would probably be the last time he would see them sitting on his knee. So he stared, and they stared. He smiled, and they smiled. “Mom would be proud,” they said accusingly. Smiling. That’s when the gun went off. 4 comments|post comment

Night Audit [08 Oct 2002|03:07am] [ mood | working ] [ music | The sound of Otis Spunkmeyer bagels defrosting...yuk ] Well here I am, at work again. Night Auditing for a hotel in Alvin of all places. I can't complain too much, I mean, I'm getting paid right now to blab my head off on this thing. It gets pretty damn boring around here. I normally spend my time watching movies or reading a book. I'm working on Steppenwolf, right now. Man, talk about self absorbed. I get to hear some pretty strange noises around here, working the night shift. For instance, just now there was a very loud "bang" from the laundry room back here. I mean, not even 40 feet away from me, just in the other room. So, I walk in there to see what the hell is going on, and, nothing. Not a damn thing looks out of place. Strange I know, I feel like I'm in some Dean Koontz novel or something. Oh speaking of night shift, I had better get back to work. Hahahaha! No for real though, this will only take a few minutes, so I'll be right back. I have to go do the Audit. There went about 12 minutes of my life. I need to start bringing a hackey sak or something so I can get some more exercise. Sometimes Carlos comes with me to work. Carlos is this guitar that my friend Amber let me borrow indefinitely I think. I've had it for almost a year now and no matter what I say, she won't sell it to me. It was her dad's a long time ago, she says. Oh well, I don't mind. Thanks. Love ya Amber! But tonight it's just me, this computer, and Live Journal of course. When I get off work at 7 in the morning, I'll get to see my Halei. She's coming to pick me up and take me home. It was cool, that I got to see her last night(my morning), I just wish it had been under different circumstances. You see, my car is on the fritz. The water pump just went out and my battery is dead. The battery is not such a big deal, but i've never had to replace a water pump before. I don't know what that will entail. Oh yeah, it needs a new radiator too I think. There is a hole in the one I have now. Very small hole, but it is there. Bummer. Other than that, the car WAS running great. It seems right, now that I'm starting to get out of debt, of course something else happens to me. Karma. I'll get through it though. Does anyone out there still read this stuff? I haven't updated my journal in a long time. I know April would stop in from time to time, and Lissa as well, I think. But, I never really did know all you other guys on my friend list very well. That's O.K. though, at least someone was interested. You guys probably gave up on me and stop checking back here. If you look now you'll see I'm back online! I'm looking forward to seeing some comments and I'm going to start reading your entries as well. uh oh I think some one is at the front counter...yeah it was the newspaper lady, bringing me today's news. Yes, just as I thought, Bush still wants to go to war with everyone. Oh here is something interesting. Quaoar, an icy rock 4 billion miles from Earth. Astronomers have discovered a super-size ball of ice and rock-half the size of planet Pluto-lurking roughly 4 billion miles from Earth at the edge of our solar system. A year on Quaoar takes 286 Earth years. Wow. Didn't they already know about that? Why is it just now in the USA Today? Oh now "they" are saying that potato chips and french fries might contain cancer causing compounds. Acrylamide. Well I hope we all learn to start eating healthier. At any rate I've been rambling on for awhile now and it is time for me to sign off and do something a little more productive with my time. So, until we meet again... "...I have to keep killing, I have to keep the wall wet..." Later. 1 comment|post comment

[07 Oct 2002|12:36pm] [ mood | drained ] [ music | The Delicate Sounds of Thunder ] Oh man. Where should I begin? Let's just say that there is now a great deal of time behind me. I've finally approached the point in my life where I can sit down and reflect on the events that have taken place between now, and the last time I was making journal entries here for all of you to read. Who ever you may be. I have recently discovered that sleep is one of the greatest inventions in the world. However, I can never find myself getting enough of it. The comforting pleasantness of lying between a supple mattress, and a cozy quilt, hand made of course. Ah, to be at home now, resting my dismal head upon the litheness of my pillows. Alas, the caffeine surging through my body, from the 8 cups of coffee I have consumed during my graveyard shift shall keep me awake for hours to come. No rest for the wicked, correct? Too many thoughts on my mind anyway. I can't just snooze through them all. I have to put at least a few into effect. Don't I? What am I going to do? Drink more coffee. oh, yes. I can't forget. I'm very proud of my friend, Tony and his wife, Amanda, and I think congratulations are definitely in order. They just received a new addition to their family about 2 days ago. His name is Kyle Anthoy Duncan, and I am now, along with my older brother, Heath, recieving the status of Uncle. I haven't met him yet, I've only seen pictures that were sent from Mississippi. But he looks like he's going to grow up to be a hell raiser just like his dad. So, Congrats Tony and Amanda. I'll see you guys soon. post comment

Voice Power [03 Aug 2000|12:39am] Hey! Well, I got that callback for Voice Power finally. I'm now employed!! Woohoo!! Hmm... Lissa just shut me up in Jesse's room all by myself. Odd. Anyway... I will be selling pager services if anyone is interested. The pagers are FREE!! activation is not. Well, not much else is going in my life at the moment so I will be going now. I'll catch you on the flipside... post comment

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