| The Death. |
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I am shutting this livejournal down and making a new one, due to inactivity in this one. And I'm starting a new page in my life, why not start a new livejournal? I'll e-mail people my livejournal name. Much love.
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| Update: The Sequel... aw, fuck it. |
[30 Jul 2004|07:46pm] |
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I'm over here, chilling at Samuel's house, listening to him and his madre bickering about Samuel's Nazi-esque remote control tendencies. It's fucking awesome. Ah, good times. So, for the most part, life has been pretty fucking... monotonous. I've been going out or doing something every night, going to work every day, and I've actually been swimming almost every day. It's pretty cool. However, I've been getting sent home from work every day this week for my lack of sales. Which sucks. So I need another job. Any suggestions?
And Terra's back in town... Shitshitshitshitshit.... What am I supposed to do? Help.
Well, if anything truly exciting happens, this is where you'll hear about it last. Have a good one. Hasta.
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[19 Jul 2004|09:09pm] |
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Basics
Name: Kegan Ryan Godbey
Birthplace:: Little Rock, Arkansas
Eldest, Middle, Youngest, Only Kid?: I'm the oldest of three.
Family:: Mom, Dad, Andrea, Kaelyn Rose
Pets:: My dog Hannah who is actually my family's dog.
Life
Do you go to school: Not right now. But I'll be going to UNM this fall.
Religion: Agnosticism
Do you have friends?: I'd like to think so.
Do you like to be lonely?: Not really.
Appearences
What color are your eyes?: Blue
Do you like it?: Yeah. They're good.
What color eyes do you want?: More of a light blue, I guess.
What color is your hair?: Blonde-ish
Do you like it?: It serves its purpose.
What color do you want?: On fire.
Do you dye your hair?: Not anymore.
If yes, how regularly?: Look above.
Do you wear glasses?: Not as much as I should.
Do you have a trademark?: My shamrock tattoo.
How tall are you?: 6 foot even.
What's your heritage/nationality?: Lots of Irish with some weird-ass Portuguese or something my grandmother knows about.
Do you have the same hairstyle everyday?: It's not really a style as much as laziness, so yes.
Do you think you look exciting?: Do I?
Are you self concious?: I can be. I'm human.
Do you obsess over your looks?: I've been known to on occasion.
Do you even care about your appearences?: Sometimes. I like to look good.
How long do you spend in the bathroom?: Not too long.
About life... again
Punk/Goth/Ghetto/Prep/Jock/Nerd/Other (list)? Wha?
Do you pick your nose? Yes. And I will shout it from the rooftops.
Do you like yourself? Life?: Sure. And sometimes, not really.
Are you liked by people?: That's for you to tell me.
Do you want to become famous?: Not so much famous, but well-known.
Do you want to make a difference in this big world?: I'd like to.
Why?: Because someone has to.
Fun Stuff
Which celebrities do you worship in secret?: None, really.
Blues/Rock/Jazz/Classical/Pop/Urban/Country?: Anything that sounds good, or has a nice background beat, I listen to.
Are you one of those people who diss fans of a music genre you don't like?: If they're wack bitches. Like Good Charlotte fans.
Which pop princess do u love?: You've caught me... None, dumbass.
Can you sing?: I'd like to think I can.
Can you act?: Actually, I know I can.
Who is your fave actor?: I really like Bill Murray.
Fave movie?: I don't have on in particular.
Backstreet Boys or Nsync?: Neither.
Good Charlotte or Blink 182?: Neither.
Christina Aguilera or Britney Spears?: I'd rather bang Britney, in all honesty.
Slayer or Black Sabbath?: Neither. Who chose these damn bands?
The Beatles or The Monkees?: Beatles.
ABBA or the A Teens?: God, it's sad that I know who these bands are. And neither.
Guilty pleasure?: Hm..... lounging about, and letting my dishes pile up.
The Simpsons or Family Guy?: Family Guy. The Simpsons have gotten kind of sad in the past couple of years.
MTV... yeah or neah?: Hm.... I'm gonna go with nah.
Friends
Do you have a group of friends?: Yeah.
How many?: One really big, intertwined group.
To an onlooker, what would your group be viewed as?: Rejects from the casting call of 'Jackass' with one guy in a banana suit.
Who are you closest to?: Samuel, Lucy, Desirae, Drew
Who is your best friend?: See above response
Are any of them bad influences?: Yeah, they all are, but I know it's reciprocal.
Who are you in your group? The leader? The leader's bitch? The follower?: Kind of the leader, but it changes from day to day.
Are you dirty minded?: Yeah. I guess.
Do you have any sexual feelings towards friends?: Samuel... I've been waiting so long to say this... I have no sexual feelings towards you. Ha!
Generally, how are you viewed in your group?: Kind of the guy to pick on, I guess. It kind of sucks.
Do your friends know you?: Depends on the degree of knowing.
Relationships:
Are you single or taken?: I have no fucking clue. We'll go with single.
If single:
Do you want to stay single?: No. Not at all.
Why are you single?: Because I'm waiting for UNM to start.
Do you date around?: Not really. I actually have a hard time talking to ladies.
When was the last time you have a bf/gf?: I broke up with Celina over Spring Break.
Life... yet again.
Are you bored?: That's why I'm doing this.
Can you play any instruments? Which ones? I can kind of play the bongo drums, I'm trying to learn how to scratch on a turntable, and give me an hour to reintroduce myself to a flute and I can probably bust somehting out.
Math or English?: English.
The Arts or Sciences?: Hm.... how about artsy science?
Technical or Creative?: Both.
Are you poetic?: I can be.
How many babies do you want?: Next question.
Do you spend most of your time on the net?: Not at all. I don't even own a computer.
What do you think of your country's leader?: Someone please make the bad man stop.
Do you love me?: Why not?
Why?: Why not?
What kind of meat do you like to eat?: Not beef.
What's your favourite food?: Depends on the genre of food and the current mood I'm in.
Drink?: Mountain Dew, Fanta Pineapple, Water, Tang, hard liquor
Why is this the only type of posts I do? Hm.... well, life is going pretty good. I'm settled in for the most part, and we had the moving-in party, and I'm pretty much back into the grind. Nothing too exciting has really gone on. Except a huge purchase I'm thinking of making. A HUGE purchase. But, you'll find out about that later.
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| howlingdervish=>uberjanis453=>terminallyillin=>myself. What a tangled web... |
[10 Jul 2004|03:24pm] |
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last cigarette: A couple of days ago.
last car ride: On the way over to Samuel's place.
last kiss: The last time I saw Terra before she left.
last good cry: Before I moved out.
last library book: "Lullaby" by Chuck Palahniuk (sp?) and the Air Force Officers Qualifying Test Study Guide
last movie seen: Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.
last book read: "Dave Barry Does Japan" by Dave Barry
last cuss word uttered: Son of a fucking bitch.
last beverage drunk: Chocolate Milk
last food consumed: Cheese Toast from Dion's
last phone call: Samuel telling me he was enroute to the Main Echo Base.
last tv show watched: Megaman: NT Warrior on the Saturday Morning lineup. See what you get for not having cable?
last time showered: THis morning.
last shoes worn: My Mossimo flipflops that I've owned since before I was enrolled in a high school.
last cd played: Autopilot Off - "Make a Sound"
last item bought: I just went and got some socks and milk from Walmart.
last downloaded: Hell if I can remember.
last annoyance: My sheer lack of rebuttling at work.
last disappointment: My loss of 2 $60 sales at work yesterday due to slow verification.
last soda drunk: Mountain Dew. Old school, piss green Mountain Dew. Delicious.
last thing written: I wrote down due dates for bills in my planner.
last words spoken: "What?"
last sleep: 12:30 AM to 10:00 AM
last im: I talked to Samuel's friend Annie a while ago.
last time hugged: Facing the music with Samuel.
last chair sat in: My comfortable, albeit insanely hot, denim couch.
last underwear worn: My boxers with beer bottles on them.
last shirt worn: My Santa Fe Springs soccer jersey.
last time dancing: At UNM orientation. I was mad pimping it up.
last poster looked at: Kill Bill movie poster.
last show attended: Car accident + mild concussion = Best Dropkick Murphys show. Ever.
last webpage visited: www.mail.com
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| Update: You know you want it. |
[03 Jul 2004|09:40pm] |
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So, it is done. I have completed my task. I have fucking moved into my apartment. I have my own place. Hold on. Let me reiterate:
I HAVE MY OWN DOMAIN! I NO LONGER HAVE TO ADHERE TO ANYONE'S RULES SAVE THE ONES I GIVE MYSELF! I AM A FREE MAN!
I rock. So much. I bought groceries. I unpacked. My living room is the sweetest place ever. I rock like no one else. But I just wanted to give an update. Oh, I also got a new cell number. If you need to ask for it, you obviously don't need it.
Much love.
Out.
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| What's crackin, my n-words?! |
[24 Jun 2004|05:35pm] |
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What's going on, everyone? Yeah, nothing like that update that's a week overdue. I've just been so busy lately. Hanging out with everyone, working constantly, going to bed mad early, planning things to do... So much stuff. I''m moving into my apartment a week from today. Fuckin' A, dude. A week from today. I can't believe it. I'm getting paid tomorrow, and I'm going to buy myself a cell phone. I've needed one for so long, considering the fact that whenever my parents leave the house for shopping, grocerizing, what-have-you, they always forward the calls to my Mom's cell phone, which is a major pain-in-the-ass inconvenience for anyone trying to get a hold of me. Because it rings here once and goes right to my Mom. And she gets annoyed because my friends are always trying to get a hold of me whenever my parents are out, and my friends get pissed at me... Bad times, but that should all end tomorrow. Sweet. My paycheck should be so good tomorrow. I'm hoping it's at least 220 bucks. Which it should be. If not more. It'll probably be more... Anyways...
So, I have to start packing tonight. Because I'll be gone in a week. Thank God. I love my parents, but I don't know if I can stand another one of their "You have to be [ insert some type of concept here ]" lectures, like knowing to save my money. Jesus Christ, I've only been told so many times that I can mouth the words along with you. Or knowing to be responsible. Well, no shit... Because if I don't, I'll get kicked out, and you've told me so many times that I can't get any help from you. I don't know why my parents feel the need to reiterate every one of their stupid little "life-altering" lectures. For example, I got some info sent to me about student loans; in case the need for them should ever arise, I'd like to have all my options well-researched. Well, I see something in the mail about federal loans and ask my parents if it was for me. They ask me why and, to make a long story short, I receive a fucking twenty-minute lecture about how debt is the last thing I want to get into and how student loans are a last resort. Although it's kind of an ironic thing to be told... Anyways, that lecture pissed me off like nothing else. In a little less than a week, I will officially be out on my own, surviving on my own paychecks ( with a little help from the Oregon Dept. of Justice, granted. ) and having to be a responsible adult. I don't know if my parents need to fill their lecture quota before I'm gone or they still don't feel like I can do it ( I can, so leave me alone. ), but it's getting really fucking tiresome.
Anyways... I need to go start packing for the moving-out process.
Much love.
Out.
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| Stress + Bills + Full-Time Job = The Real World? Shit, shit, shit... |
[16 Jun 2004|08:30pm] |
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So, I just paid about $225 yesterday on my new apartment. I put down 200 of that on the deposit. And the other 25 was for the application fee. And the day before that, I spent $350 on my car insurance down payment. Sheer madness. I've spent almost 600 dollars in 48 hours, all on ADULT things, like rent and my own car insurance policy. I'm really not used to this much money being in my possession, then spending it on meaningful things. Usually, it'd be gone in about a week and I'd have a lot of shit to show for it, but now I have a place to stay and car insurance. Yeah.
Things are going all right with Terra, I suppose. I talked to her last night and it was kind of a weird conversation. I was watching TV and she was chilling with a friend. We really haven't talk just the two of us in a while. Pretty much since before she left for Flagstaff. I got this really weird vibe that she might be losing interest, which, to be honest, could be expected. I mean, fuck, dude. 8 weeks is a long time to wait for someone. I'm going to wait for her, but I don't know if she's willing to do the same. I'm sure she'll find some little Parisian muthafucka who's all into art and shit and she'll fall for him. I guess we'll find out soon enough. Only time will tell... Holy fuck, that's an ironic thing to say. I don't know, I'm kind of hoping she'll want to see me when she comes into town on Friday for all of, like, 18 hours. Here's to hoping, eh, mates?
I need to take Pai Mei, my new kitten, to the vet. Her stomach's all bloated and shit, but the only problem is that I don't think I have enough money to take her just yet. I'll probably have to wait until next week... if I even decide to keep her. Oh, and for your information, we found her pretty much abandoned after our Jemez excursion. She was all kinds of sick and bloated and emaciated, at the same time. So, I adopted her. I'm not a bad animal caretaker.
Well, I have to go see a man about some kind of equine.
Much love.
Later.
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| The events of the day. Good times. |
[12 Jun 2004|11:23pm] |
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So, today's trip to the Jemez was pretty fun. It took about an hour and a half to get up there. We, 'we' being Lucy, Desirae, Samuel and myself, left about 2 this afternoon and hiked up to the hot springs. Of course... we, uh, got lost. It took us almost 45 minutes of climbing through rough foliage, dry woods and steep slopes with loose dirt that were almost impossible to navigate to get to the springs. It was hardcore. We definitely became 'hardcore mountaineers' today, especially because we only went back onto the actual path about 100 feet from the springs. The springs were awesome. Desirae was being a wuss and all like "The water is full of yuck!" and Samuel was flinging algae at the rest of us. I tried to 'switzerland' it up and stay neutral, which worked for the most part. Getting back took, like, 10 minutes total walking time. We also went to Battleship Rock and tried to find the trail to the Jemez Falls... which had apparently dried up. So, the four of us ended up driving home about 6 PM and, of course, the three of them fell asleep en route to Samuel's place where we eventually ended up grilling the hot dogs.
On the way home, right outside Bernalillo, this crazy wack bitch was tailgating me the entire way into Albuquerque. She was talking on her cell phone and actually almost went off the road no less than 5 times. I'm not fucking kidding, either. So, I started messing with her because I can't stand those kind of drivers who tailgate people when talking on their cell phones and are total wack bitches. I have the decency to give people their fucking space in a goddamned vehicle. I'm going, like, 75 outside of Albuquerque ( which is the speed limit ) and she comes up right behind me and starts fucking flashing her brights at me. What the fuck?! So, I slow down. Right in front of her. She flashes me a good 7 or 8 times and them flips me off, all while talking on the cell phone. I slow down again. She almost rear-ended me. Oh, let me reiterate: She never got off the fucking cell phone! Then I did the old 'Pinning' technique where I pulled out in front of a car in the other lane just enough to where she was right beside the car in the other lane and I was in front of her so she couldn't move. Then she preceded to flip me off. I slowed down and preceded to do the same. I messed with her the entire way to Albuquerque. The funniest thing, though, was when Samuel took a picture of her. In smiling like a dumb bitch, she almost veered into the median. I hate stupid, cell-phone drivers.
Well, I'm going to finish my things, then go to bed.
Much love.
Out.
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| Plan-ish-ism-izzle-athingamabobs. Fuck it. |
[12 Jun 2004|12:00am] |
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So, today at work was interesting. I only got, like, $100 in sales the first four hours. I was worried that they were gonna send me home. But they didn't. And that's good. Because I got almost $350 in sales my last two hours. I ended the day second in sales above $25 and because of it, I'm getting a nice little $15 bonus on my next check. Sweeet.
I GOT MY APARTMENT! Yes! I'm moving in on the First of July. It's gonna be the fucking sweetest thing ever. I'm so excited. And I got the move-in special, which is $300 for the deposit and the first month's rent! SCHWING!!
So, the Jemez Excursion is tomorrow. It should be a load of fun. I definitely need to get away from the 6-day work week and all the stress of life and just go out and hike. Plus, since it's more than an hour away, it officially qualifies as the first road trip of the summer. Not a far away destination, but it'll be nice, nonetheless.
Well, I'm out.
Much love.
Later.
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| Inspiration in a bootleg and bass backbeat. Woot! |
[10 Jun 2004|02:49pm] |
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So, I was driving to Sandia today from Xentel, one job to the other when I was jamming out to the Aesop Rock CD that my good buddy Samuel bootlegged for me ( many thanks, my friend ) when I was listening to the song 'No Regrets'. And not just listening to the beat, or just having it as background noise, but I was honestly paying attention to every word. Not the safest thing to do while driving 85 in moderate traffic, I'll admit, but this one line just jumped out at me like nothing else. So I'd thought I'd post it up here because hopefully it will inspire you as it has actually inspired me:
"Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So I've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one."
Isn't that the most fucking awesome line ever?
Well, I need to get to work. If anyone wants to do anything tonight, hit me up at work. #883-5512, ask for Ryan. Thanks.
Much love.
Out.
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| I love cheap-ass CD compilations. Especially when they rock. |
[08 Jun 2004|04:58pm] |
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So, you probably can't see this, but I'm pelvic thrusting right now pretty exuberantly. Why, may you ask? Because I went to Best Buy today and bought the new 2004 Warped Tour Compilation ( a 2-disc set ) and Punk-O-Rama Volume 9 ( a 2-disc set: one cd and one DVD. Schwing! ) at Best Buy today for a whopping $10.56 total. For both. For three CDs and a DVD chock full of punk-ity goodness. Hoo-ah.
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| This is stupid. I know. Shut it. |
[06 Jun 2004|10:46pm] |
Yeah, I stole this off of Samuel. I just want to see who would actually answer this. Later.
1. My name:
2. Where did we meet?
3. Take a stab at my middle name:
4. How long have you known me?
5. How well do you know me?
6. Do I smoke?
7. Do I believe in God?
8. When you first saw me, what was your impression?
9. My age:
10. My birthday:
11. Hair color:
12. Eye color:
13. Am I tall or short or average?
14. Do I have any siblings?
15. Have you ever had a crush on me?
16. Who do I have a crush on?
17. Who am I in love with?
18. What is one of my favorite things to do?
19. Do you remember one of the first things I said to you?
20. What's your funniest memory of me?
21. What's my favorite type of music?
22. What is my best feature?
23. What is my worst feature?
24. What do I consider to be my best physical feature?
25. Do you think I have morals and values?
26. Am I a leader or a follower?
27. Am I shy or outgoing?
28. Can you picture me dancing:
29. Can you picture me rolling (down a hill)?
30. Would you say I am funny?
31. Am I a rebel or do I follow all the rules:
32. Do I have any special talents?
33. What's my best accomplishment?
34. Would you consider me a friend?
35. Would I call you when I am drunk?
36. Have you ever seen me cry?
37. If there were one good nickname for me, what would it be?
38. What is your favorite thing to do with me?
39. Would you ever make out with me?
40. Have I ever been there for you?
41. Am I fun to be with?
42. Am I smart:
43. What is your favorite memory of me when I was drunk?
44. Do ya love me?
45. Name one way I have changed your life or made an impact in it:
46. My favorite alcoholic drink?
47. My favorite phrase to say?
48. Where do you see me in the next five years?
49. Where did I grow up?
50. Do you hope to keep me as a friend?
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| Epiphany |
[06 Jun 2004|10:17pm] |
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I just realized that I've been so out of touch with a good deal of my friends. Man, that sucks. I'm gonna go call some people.
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| Truant update. My bad. |
[06 Jun 2004|10:00pm] |
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So, I'm well aware I said I'd update on... Thursday? Friday? Shit if I can remember. Anyways... So, here's your update to what is going on.
First and foremost, my new job is a sick cakewalk. For those of you who don't know, I work at Xentel, Inc. where I ask for donations for varous non-profit organizations. It's, at its basest core, telemarketing. Not an envious job, but it'll pay the bills. 8 bucks an hour, 36 hours a week, paid every Friday. Schwing! It'll definitely pay my rent, and they seem like they'll be flexible for school. At least I hope so.
Secondly, and perhaps even more foremost, is this girl I'm seeing. And I'd like all of my friends to hold in their sighs and groans. This girl... her name is Terra, and she's awesome. She listens to punk rock ( always a major plus ), she likes to have fun ( again, a plus ) and she's quiet enough to keep me grounded when I'm with her. No antics involving banana suits will ever happen when I'm with her. She's that calming. It's pretty cool, actually. Considering I'm probably borderline ADD ( just like every other gifted kid on the face of this Earth ), she actually calms me down when I'm with her. But, she left today for Flagstaff for 2 or 3 weeks or so. Then she goes to France for 5 weeks. Awesome for her, but I'm shit out of luck. She's a friend of Cassy, who hooked me up with Terra in the first place. And I really like Terra. Honestly. So, I think I'm going to wait for her to get back. I've got a good feeling in my gut about this. And I know she'll wait. I have this vibe. And my friends know that I base a good amount of my decisions on the vibe, whether it be good or bad. And the vibe... she is good, the vibe. Albeit, it's difficult.
Hm... I might have found a roommate. The Talmud says, "Wherever you look, there's something to be seen." Indeed it is true. My parents took Farcus to go get put to sleep ( RIP good buddy ), and the receptionist was talking to my Mom. And her son is looking for a roommate. I guess he's out on his own and his current roommate is irresponsible and not paying the bills and his lease comes up in July... the same time I have to be out. And the timing seems... interesting. The vibe is decent, surprisingly. I really don't have a whole lot to lose, sadly.
I'm trying to quit smoking. I'm doing pretty good. I had a Camel today, but that was my first in a couple of days. So, I think I'm officially not addicted. But, I'm not sure why I keep on smoking, then. Hm... Guess I'll just have to keep at it.
Well, I'm hella tired and tomorrow begins again a new work week. C'est la vie, as the French say. Damned French... and my mind's back on Terra. Shit.
Much love.
Out.
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create your own visited states map
or check out these Google Hacks.
Look at all these states. It's madness. See what being a military kid does to you? Yeah, this isn't a "real" post. I promise one later today, because I've got some good stuff to talk about. On my honor. Really. Shut the fuck up and wait.
Much love.
Out.
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Love the JFK one. So fucking true. Haha!
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| Just the day's events... |
[22 May 2004|10:32pm] |
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So, I washed my car today and I realized something. My car and I have something in common. We both clean up pretty nicely. Haha... anyways.
I'm really proud of my Dad. Why, you may ask. Well, today, my Dad became a member of the Class of 2004 at the College of Santa Fe, getting his Masters in Business Administration. That's my Dad. He looked pretty funny, though, with that weird-ass hat on. Although I did too. It's kind of a study in contrasts... My immense amount of hair contrasted with my Dad's growing lack of it. Oh, that's funny.
So, last night was crazy. Jacob Lutz scared the shit out of me. He had a lot to drink. He had a cup of Jack Daniels. Not a shot or two. But a fucking cup of it. A cup. Like the cup that would drink, say, juice or water out of. And Lutz is not a big guy. In fact, suffice to say, he's pretty damned midget-esque. He's, like, 5 foot 3 and 120 pounds. Not a big man. And that's simply a lot of goddamned booze. All I had was a couple of wine coolers and a Smirnoff Ice. I went pretty light. Then we went to Frontier and got some drunk food. Man, we had some antics in the parking lot. Nigel jumped onto Ian Stuart's back and was getting a piggyback ride and someone hit him on the back of the head and they just went down. It was awesome. The rent-a-cops were all like, "If you gonna fight, go somewhere else." We eventually got asked to leave. Ironically, we were all getting into our vehicles. Stupid psuedo-pigs.
Well, I'm tired. And I'm going to finish my conversation with Roshaon, then go to bed.
Much love.
Out.
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| Mid-morning anticism... Haha! |
[21 May 2004|03:59am] |
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So, you know what's fun? Going to the Frontier at 3 in the morning for a bite to eat with your good friends ( Samuel Martinez aka The Baddest-Assed Master and Commander in Existence, Randall Holt aka The Lanky Orangutan of Zen and Eminence, and Pierce Knauber aka The Sandia Halo Master ). However, dress one in a banana suit, the other in a psuedo-punk suit jacket and askew trucker hat and checkered shoelaces, another in a French-type getup, and myself in a bathrobe with a skateboard. That's fun. Also, seeing Derik Schmille trashed out of his fucking mind is amusing. Then, go to Wal-Mart and chase the one in the banana suit around to the music of employee protests and the background images of weird, amused grins and horribly confused headtilts. Lastly, use your alma mater of a high school as your own personal off-road course, running the mad gauntlet through the science building, the math building and Figge Hall. Mad good times. Well, I am fucking tired as anything. So, I'm off to bed.
Much love.
Out.
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