AAAAAHH!!' (and translation)
I am having the best time of my life. there are at eatst 100 pdeople on my patio rightn now. I hve having the best time of my life! that's the best paryy i've ever been to. there have been perfrormances by drag queens, Irish jiggers na d poera singers. I wish i had friend sto come to thidbs party with me and Theo and our wonderful neighbors and friends!!!!! aagh!!! parade timoeoewwwwrrow.
(Last night, our neighbor threw a massive party...no, it was more than that--an event in the large communal patio area of our building. Last year, he hosted 150 guests, and this year there were quite a few as well, though I never counted. Clearly, Dan (our neighbor) spent a lot of money on decorations (parachute-y lights marking the entrance, red carpet, chandelier hanging over the soiree, a stage area) and alcohol. I, myself ingested much more than I should have (proven by my entry) and threw up last night before going to sleep. Now that's twice that I've vomited from alcohol. No more, no more. Anyways, the performances were great--an opera singer sang a few songs, a few drag queens performed (Margot, Dan's friend, is so fun; theo and I love her), and one of our Irish neighbours from the house next door performed--exceptionally--a bit from Riverdance. We met a lot of great people, who we spent time with today. And, I think we know almost all of our neighbors now, except for two units.)
A record of the life and times of one brown shirt-wearing university student, struggling to escape his fear of intimacy, overcome his hunger for eternal supremacy in every aspect, and never have to write a description of his life like this again.
Sunday, June 29, 2003
Saturday, June 21, 2003
Blog Sighting
I found yet another friend's "secret" journal today. Some very interesting (and mildly insulting) things were said about me.
I think Theo and I are going to Wicker Park this afternoon, after stopping at Home Depot for some more paint and Circuit City to return some unneeded electronics.
I found yet another friend's "secret" journal today. Some very interesting (and mildly insulting) things were said about me.
I think Theo and I are going to Wicker Park this afternoon, after stopping at Home Depot for some more paint and Circuit City to return some unneeded electronics.
“I have a large rod the size of China lodged in my anus.”
I had the great fortune of running across this "article" this morning, somehow. It reminded me of that whole prom "catastrophe" last year, that just embarassed those Jacobs students who weren't attention-starved like the protagonists of the story. (Anyone who doesn't know what I'm talking about would more than likely not benefit from reading this.)
I had the great fortune of running across this "article" this morning, somehow. It reminded me of that whole prom "catastrophe" last year, that just embarassed those Jacobs students who weren't attention-starved like the protagonists of the story. (Anyone who doesn't know what I'm talking about would more than likely not benefit from reading this.)
Friday, June 20, 2003
Red Pen in Action
Living room painted--check.
Credit card almost completely paid off--check.
Made up for lost sleep, after being awake for over 35 hours straight--check.
Inexpensive DVD player purchased with 10% off coupon from Target--check.
Great conversation with Erin for 45 minutes--check.
Watched East is East on new DVD player, will recommend it to everyone--check.
Radiohead's Hail to the Thief downloaded in full--check.
Many more things to be checked off throughout day, such as cleaning the kitchen hardcore, depositing my check, and working for 82,000 hours.
Who do I know besides Erin that works at Marshall Field's and was at my graduation party?
Living room painted--check.
Credit card almost completely paid off--check.
Made up for lost sleep, after being awake for over 35 hours straight--check.
Inexpensive DVD player purchased with 10% off coupon from Target--check.
Great conversation with Erin for 45 minutes--check.
Watched East is East on new DVD player, will recommend it to everyone--check.
Radiohead's Hail to the Thief downloaded in full--check.
Many more things to be checked off throughout day, such as cleaning the kitchen hardcore, depositing my check, and working for 82,000 hours.
Who do I know besides Erin that works at Marshall Field's and was at my graduation party?
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
The Gap Inc. Players in: "Terror in the Abandoned Stock Room"
Pardon my lack of verbosity, but I just got home from work about five minutes ago. We had an overnight, so that we could "roll out" the new Gap Body gear. (They like calling it "flow," but I always used that word in reference to menses, so it bothers me.) What? Go to bed, silly fuck? No, no. I don't want to disrupt my circadian rhythm. I'll just pass out tonight around 7 and perhaps move my bedtime schedule up a few hours. That would be good, so that I can wake up before noon on a regular basis.
My weekend was fun-filled.
Well, I'm going to go paint--in addition to getting my hair cut today (I liked it better and better everytime the smelly mass of sweat and fatigue known as myself passed by a bank of mirrors last night/this morning), I dropped $150 at Home Depot for paint and other fun things. So, I'm going to go play with those now.
Pardon my lack of verbosity, but I just got home from work about five minutes ago. We had an overnight, so that we could "roll out" the new Gap Body gear. (They like calling it "flow," but I always used that word in reference to menses, so it bothers me.) What? Go to bed, silly fuck? No, no. I don't want to disrupt my circadian rhythm. I'll just pass out tonight around 7 and perhaps move my bedtime schedule up a few hours. That would be good, so that I can wake up before noon on a regular basis.
My weekend was fun-filled.
Well, I'm going to go paint--in addition to getting my hair cut today (I liked it better and better everytime the smelly mass of sweat and fatigue known as myself passed by a bank of mirrors last night/this morning), I dropped $150 at Home Depot for paint and other fun things. So, I'm going to go play with those now.
Thursday, June 12, 2003
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
Addiction #7
I don't really have much to post, since I've spent most of my time from Saturday evening on cooped up in this office. I've become chemically dependent upon Roller Coaster Tycoon 2. This sort of thing used to happen to me in junior high and perhaps freshman year. I would randomly start playing Sim City 2000 one day, and not be able to do anything but that for about 2-3 weeks. No homework, no social time, no nothing. Eventually, it'd pass, but that usually involved me doing the 'ol "cold turkey" method.
The only exciting things to write about include my trip to Printer's Row Book Fair with Theo (very fun, lots of people, lots of wonderful books; we bought some Vanity Fair cover prints from the 1920s for our Hall of Art), watching all of the Bentleys being loaded into the new dealership on Rush after class on Monday, starting yet ANOTHER book (I'm already reading two...no, three other books), and mending my relationship with Theo.
I don't really have much to post, since I've spent most of my time from Saturday evening on cooped up in this office. I've become chemically dependent upon Roller Coaster Tycoon 2. This sort of thing used to happen to me in junior high and perhaps freshman year. I would randomly start playing Sim City 2000 one day, and not be able to do anything but that for about 2-3 weeks. No homework, no social time, no nothing. Eventually, it'd pass, but that usually involved me doing the 'ol "cold turkey" method.
The only exciting things to write about include my trip to Printer's Row Book Fair with Theo (very fun, lots of people, lots of wonderful books; we bought some Vanity Fair cover prints from the 1920s for our Hall of Art), watching all of the Bentleys being loaded into the new dealership on Rush after class on Monday, starting yet ANOTHER book (I'm already reading two...no, three other books), and mending my relationship with Theo.
Saturday, June 07, 2003
Summer Living
This summer will undoubtedly not be as great as last--a year ago today, I was taking my first steps in Europe. Today, I took my ritualistic steps to work, after watching HGTV all day. I will have to take pleasure in sprucing up my apartment and partaking in many of Chicago's neighborhood fests.
Work...where to begin. I have worked at the Broadway/Belmont Gap for more than three weeks, and still have not received a check because I haven't been entered into their computers. I'm almost offended by that--they care so little about their employees that they fail to pay them for their hard work or recognize them as true employees. One thing is certain--I must stay in school, and probably go to grad school and possibly get a doctorate, so that I'm not spending my life there.
Oh, I made the Dean's List. As can be expected, my parents are more excited about that than am I.
This summer will undoubtedly not be as great as last--a year ago today, I was taking my first steps in Europe. Today, I took my ritualistic steps to work, after watching HGTV all day. I will have to take pleasure in sprucing up my apartment and partaking in many of Chicago's neighborhood fests.
Work...where to begin. I have worked at the Broadway/Belmont Gap for more than three weeks, and still have not received a check because I haven't been entered into their computers. I'm almost offended by that--they care so little about their employees that they fail to pay them for their hard work or recognize them as true employees. One thing is certain--I must stay in school, and probably go to grad school and possibly get a doctorate, so that I'm not spending my life there.
Oh, I made the Dean's List. As can be expected, my parents are more excited about that than am I.
Friday, June 06, 2003
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To the dismay of one instigator, Theo and I are, in fact, not broken up. We rehashed things last night, after lots of staring, and decided that the changes we wanted to implement in our relationship when Part II began hadn't been made, but that we (read: I) would try harder to make those changes happen. I think that when you move in woth someone, adjustments need to be made--sometimes painfully, sometimes not as pleasantly as one would like. I suppose I focused more on those changes than the changes that we were making to our love life. So, we're going to shine up the tracks and get the train moving again. I do love him, and want our romantic relationship and our relationship as roommates to be as wonderful as possible. Kyle and Sarah...I mean, Brian and Theo, are back on track, and the only measurements that meed to be made now are in regards to our walls (for paint), floors (for furniture), and love (which no ruler can ascertain).
To the dismay of one instigator, Theo and I are, in fact, not broken up. We rehashed things last night, after lots of staring, and decided that the changes we wanted to implement in our relationship when Part II began hadn't been made, but that we (read: I) would try harder to make those changes happen. I think that when you move in woth someone, adjustments need to be made--sometimes painfully, sometimes not as pleasantly as one would like. I suppose I focused more on those changes than the changes that we were making to our love life. So, we're going to shine up the tracks and get the train moving again. I do love him, and want our romantic relationship and our relationship as roommates to be as wonderful as possible. Kyle and Sarah...I mean, Brian and Theo, are back on track, and the only measurements that meed to be made now are in regards to our walls (for paint), floors (for furniture), and love (which no ruler can ascertain).
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I'm sort of confused. And I imagine you will be too after reading this. Theo and I have broken up, I think. We had a fight this afternoon, after I shooed him away from hopping on my computer while I tried, successfully, to fix our network. He said he wanted to break up. I thought it was just one of those "heat of the moment" things, but now I'm fairly certain we're simply roommates. I'm sorry this isn't more emotional or heartfelt or somber, but I'm not really certain...no, I suppose I'm certain...now he's staring at me and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say...I don't know what is going on.
Staring doesn't tell me much of anything.
I'm sort of confused. And I imagine you will be too after reading this. Theo and I have broken up, I think. We had a fight this afternoon, after I shooed him away from hopping on my computer while I tried, successfully, to fix our network. He said he wanted to break up. I thought it was just one of those "heat of the moment" things, but now I'm fairly certain we're simply roommates. I'm sorry this isn't more emotional or heartfelt or somber, but I'm not really certain...no, I suppose I'm certain...now he's staring at me and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say...I don't know what is going on.
Staring doesn't tell me much of anything.
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
She insisted.
I don't think I have much to write about. Everything I do has become so commonplace, so routine--even though to someone living in a third-world country, or Hampshire, would never tire of my schedule. I'm just taking everything for granted and being a spoiled brat.
I forgot how draining work is. Granted, I've never had to do an overnight or work at 7AM at my previous places of employment, but even if I didn't work odd hours, I'd still be tired contatantly. Yes, scholastics tire one too, but that's such a different form of fatigue. When school tires me, I feel full. But when work tires me, I feel empty. Since I spend all of my Happiness Dollars while on the clock, I have no more to spend on myself or Theo (much to his dismay).
Why am I even writing right now? I have nothing to say. I can no longer write. I've had a glass of wine. This is for Cyndi and Cyndi alone--so I don't get anymore angry IMs. Everyone else--forget you read anything! I will return with better material! I will not be Jerry Seinfeld!
I don't think I have much to write about. Everything I do has become so commonplace, so routine--even though to someone living in a third-world country, or Hampshire, would never tire of my schedule. I'm just taking everything for granted and being a spoiled brat.
I forgot how draining work is. Granted, I've never had to do an overnight or work at 7AM at my previous places of employment, but even if I didn't work odd hours, I'd still be tired contatantly. Yes, scholastics tire one too, but that's such a different form of fatigue. When school tires me, I feel full. But when work tires me, I feel empty. Since I spend all of my Happiness Dollars while on the clock, I have no more to spend on myself or Theo (much to his dismay).
Why am I even writing right now? I have nothing to say. I can no longer write. I've had a glass of wine. This is for Cyndi and Cyndi alone--so I don't get anymore angry IMs. Everyone else--forget you read anything! I will return with better material! I will not be Jerry Seinfeld!