Operation Angsty Vegetarian

Does anyone even read this anymore...?

2005-12-30T19:42:00.000-08:00

Because I sure as hell don't. The pitfall of dual-blogging (hell, of dual-ANYTHINGing) is that you eventually stop caring about one of them. Poor blogger. You served me well. Well... well-ish. Hardly anybody ever read you, other than those who lived mere feet from me. But I'm still here. I don't know why.

Flying up to see Thom rather than riding with Kevin or anyone else. A little bummed, but oh well. I was rather excited to get to go on a road trip. But I got to see Kevin for a bit, and I get to see Thom tomorrow, and go to a totally bitchin' concert, so fuck yeah. Plus I get to hang out with Thom's girlfriend, who I've never met. She's going to pick me up at the airport. We're all assuming she'll be able to pick me out, as apparently there's some sort of sibling resemblance.

Travel is Tiring

2005-11-27T14:21:00.000-08:00

I realized my dual blogging has become more of a single blogging. The reason I made this was so people from Rancho could see what I was up to, and MySpace seems to do that better. Even if it is a total friend-whore thing.

I've been awake since 4:45. As soon as I got back to my apartment I locked my door and went to bed. I think my door's still locked. No offense to the Neighbors, I just keep going to bed and lying down. I had a killer headache today, but its much better lately. It felt like my eye was trying to eject itself from my skull through carefully routed and pressurized blood vessels. I've never had a migraine before, but I kind of think that I did today.

Happy Halloween

2005-10-31T15:44:00.000-08:00

Woo! Guts!
Originally uploaded by Homerang.

So Halloween at school was fun enough. Barely anyone dressed up, but I figure that's probably because its Monday and most everyone had their costuming done over the weekend. I saw Slyvester (you know, the cat), and then two cute asian girls dressed up as Batman and Wonder Woman.

Going to work later, though I'll probably have to take off my guts while I'm cooking. Have a good Halloween, everyone.

I AM NOT ALONE!

2005-10-27T21:54:00.000-07:00

Jeph Jaques hates the Killers, and you should too.

Sunday Sunday Sunday

2005-10-24T14:36:00.000-07:00

So I ended up having, like, a really good Sunday yesterday. I got out of the U-District, which is always good. I mean, don't get me wrong, I enjoy the U-District, but I also quite enjoy LEAVING it. I went down to Northgate to buy some socks as, for some reason, ALL my socks got holes in them last week. I didn't even get them at the same time, either. These are socks that were purchased at scattered times over the past couple months, and last week, all but two of them became unwearable. So new socks and other boring stuff.

I also ran into this old man who came up to me and said: "Excuse me. You're young, do you mind if I ask you a question?" I was expecting "What's an iPod?" He said: "In thirty years do you think the world will be a better place or a worse place?" So I spent about an hour talking to this Jehova's Witness ("But in the latin alphabet... Jehova begins with an 'i'."). It was a great conversation, really interesting. I've never really talked to one before, much less a minister. It was fun. Apparently they have this belief that it's possible to live forever. Personally, I don't have any idea why anyone would WANT to live forever, but whatever, the belief's still there. It really a fascinating religion, a weird blend of science and theology with an emphasis on nature and, apparently, immortality.

I was fun. Also ran into Jeb, flirted with cute Starbucks girls, ate some onion rings and ran into the most gorgeous girl on the stairwell. Here's hopin' I run into her again when she's not sprinting out the door.

Passion

2005-10-23T00:36:00.000-07:00

It's where you expect it to be.
The thickness of the moisture in the air.
Deep kisses where you share your lover's breath
Passing between you oxygen and stagnant nicotine.
The lust manifests itself deep inside you
Growing and killing you like a cancer.
Torturing you but you can't get enough.
You love it too much.
You can't
Get
Enough

Placentia

2005-10-20T00:44:00.000-07:00

So there's this city in southern California called "Placentia". I always thought it was the most horrid name for a city, like, ever. I don't have much to put down, because I want to go to bed. I just thought this was hilarious. Go ahead, click on it. No one ever clicks on my fun stuff.

Hyp-Pete-Critical

2005-10-13T12:55:00.000-07:00

I'm wierd. I bought one of Jayne's iPods (I liquidated her overstock). I hate iPods. But for some reason I was thinking, "Hey, maybe I'll buy it from her." So now I walk around campus with my iPod sometimes. And I look around and see that everyone else has one. What a nice white upper-middle class boy I'm becoming. Evil aside, I must say that it is rather fun to instantaneously jump from Primus, to Bebop, to The Beatles, Nirvana, and Floater.

At least I bet Juck 20 dollars that he wouldn't win anything from the McDonald's Monopoly game within a week. Though if he wins $10,000, the gentlemanly thing to do would be to call the bet off.

Now listening to: everything.

Little Uniformity...

2005-10-11T22:09:00.000-07:00

... in this entry. Random updates follow.

Jesus Christ, apparently I never post in this thing. I haven't uploaded on flickr in for-fucking-ever, either. I have a few pictures, but none of them are very good, I don't think. Really not a whole lot going on lately. School, work, homework, sleep, repeat for 120 hours. Then the weekend, or as I like to call it: Sunday. That one day a week I need to do everything I can't do the other six days, except usually I just hang out on the Sac. Surely I can find a few specs of shiny originality in my six-day-a-week monotony?

NHL season is back! Fun. I'd enjoy it more if I could actually catch any of the games. I watched the Kings lose the other day. Can't catch any Ducks games though, which I find dissapointing. I'm already making plans to see them at the next available oppurtunity. Sadly, I have a final the day of a Kings/Ducks game. Man... it would have been SO much fun to go to that one. Its at the Pond, too...

I'm thinking about going home for Thanksgiving. I probably will. I miss my grandma's dinner, I've missed it two years in a row, and I was only home for a week over the summer. I think I got over my "Where is home?" emotional crisis every college student faces. My answer: where ever I have friends. Family, Juck, Rach, and Aileen will always make Rancho home. Jayne, Riley, Shayna, and, increasingly, Heidi all make Seattle home too. I figure if I was dropped in San Fransisco I'd be home there, too, because Thom's there. You get the idea.

Speaking of Rancho, I've actually been in a fervent e-dialogue with Oli Loson, a guy I went to high school with. Easily one of the brightest people I've ever known. For example, on Facebook (the canvas for our dialogue), my job is listed as "Sandwich Artist", or "Sandwich Maestro", or something else to that effect. Oli lists his as: "Neuroendocrine and neurotoxicology researcher for UCR department of Cell Biology and Neurosciences". God. DAMN. Weird, because I never talked to him a whole lot during high school; we were both in the Honors/AP program, but interestingly enough we rarely crossed paths. He's a good guy, though, and we're going to try and hit up a museum the next time I'm in California.

Hmmmm... I think that's it. I was going to run the other night, but instead I had a cigarette. Is that bad? I almost did the same tonight, but I think I'll actually run this time.

My Condolences to Helen...

2005-10-02T11:39:00.000-07:00

So the other night there was this big show across the street. I was in bed, on the computer, thinking about going to bed around 2 or 3, when I hear this yelling from across the street. I walk out on my balcony and find a couple in distress, screaming and sobbing and yelling at each other in the pouring rain; it was all very dramatic and poetic. I couldn't tell what Helen's (now assumedly ex-) boyfriend did, but I am nearly certain that it was his fault. I couldn't see the end of the fight as Helen ran off. Boyfriend hesitated before he followed her. Hesitated. Never a good sign.

And why does my right hand smell like a cigarette butt? First off, I smoke with my left hand, and secondly I've had like one cigarette in the past two weeks. Weird.

Dum. B.

2005-10-01T22:41:00.000-07:00

*TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey*
Name:	peter
Birthday:	February 14th, 1985
Birthplace:	Fontucky, CA
Current Location:	Seattle, WA
Eye Color:	hazel
Hair Color:	brown
Height:	5'10"
Right Handed or Left Handed:	left, bitch.
Your Heritage:	boring white boy (Irish descent)
The Shoes You Wore Today:	old work shoes
Your Weakness:	pretty much any girl that smiles at me.
Your Fears:	lonliness, spiders
Your Perfect Pizza:
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	fuck you, juck.
Thoughts First Waking Up:	fuck you, juck. (i kid, i kid...)
Your Best Physical Feature:	mmmm... eyes? anyone wanna tell me?
Your Bedtime:	2-ish
Your Most Missed Memory:
Pepsi or Coke:
MacDonalds or Burger King:
Single or Group Dates:	single, group dates don't count.
Chocolate or Vanilla:	chocolate
Do you Shower Daily:	of course
Have you Been in Love:	you bet.
Do you want to go to College:	i'm there, bitch.
Do you want to get Married:	eventually.
Do you belive in yourself:	yes.
Do you get Motion Sickness:	no.
Do you think you are Attractive:	i have my moments.
Are you a Health Freak:	no
Do you get along with your Parents:	yes
Do you like Thunderstorms:	yes
Do you play an Instrument:	yes: piano, guitar, bass.
Ever been Drunk:	yes.
Ever been called a Tease:	yes.
Ever been Beaten up:	no, but i bet you i will be one of these days.
Ever Shoplifted:	no.
How do you want to Die:	mid-course.
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	teacher.
What country would you most like to Visit:	greece.
*In a Boy/Girl..*
Favourite Eye Color:	green
Favourite Hair Color:	red
Short or Long Hair:	either.
Height:	irrelevant. but lets try and keep it under 6'5", people.
Weight:	medium build. not sticks, please.
Best Clothing Style:
Number of Drugs I have taken:	legal or illegal?
Number of CDs I own:	iTunes says 98, not counting ones i stole.
Number of Piercings:	none.
Number of Tattoos:	none, YET.
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	the past is too important to regret, and not important enough to dwell on.
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!

Giant Squids (Updated)

2005-09-29T09:56:00.000-07:00

I was watching this thing on lake monsters the other day on the National Geographic Channel, and there was this dude talking about how he knew the giant squid didn't exist. Which was odd, because not only have corpses been found washed up on beaches, but the show was about LAKE monsters, not sea monesters. (The program was really bad, by the way.) But them crazy Japanese and their schoolgirls and their neon lights and their fast moving trains...

School started again. All good and fun so far, though I'm going to have to get used to this getting up in the morning thing. Good thing the first week is short, because my sleeping schedule needs serious adjusting. Yesterday was fine. I was tired when work closed, but I SHOULD have been tired. Today... well, today I'm tired right now, and I have another 12 hours to go before I can shake responsibilities. Latin has a bunch of freshmen in it, History of the American Military has a bunch of old men in it, and I haven't had Western Religions yet, but I'm sure it'll have a bunch of some class of people as well.

Notebook colors for the quarter:
Military History: Red (the color of blood)
Latin: Blue (the color of the Ancients' robes in Final Fantasy 7)
Western Religions: Black (the color of my godless heart)

Well, that's everything of note. Oh, to that guy on TV that said giant squids didn't exist: feel the crushing revenge of the Japanese, bitch!

**UPDATE** I used to have a link on "schoolgirl" that sent you to a picture of a sexy schoolgirl. I clicked on it yesterday, and it apparently changed to a hardcore porn site. I undid the link, if you really want porn, go find it, its not hard.

And Things Were Going So Well...

2005-09-27T02:13:00.000-07:00

Really, they were. I got a new flatmate, Riley came back, my new room is good, and I love my balcony, Nichole is fun to work with and my musician's block was going away. But today was just so frickin' gah. The biggest part really is that it's become quite likely that I'll lose my job due to closure, and if it happens it will happen soon. School starts Wednesday, which I was really excited about before, but now I'm just not in the mood for it. I guess looking back on it now, it really seems like not a whole lot has happened. I guess it was just a bad day. But I'm still broke ass. And I burned my popcorn. At least I didn't set off the godforsaken alarm.

But I have the new Spider-Man game, so at least I can run around as Venom and fucking eat people. Because sometimes, you just really have to fucking eat people.

New Excitement

2005-09-23T01:35:00.000-07:00

So Shayna as nearly completely moved out now. I've taken over the room, and nearly completely moved in... the rest must be done tomorrow so Heidi can move out in time for Riley to move in. I really dig the new room. I'm a lot happier lately, whether its the balcony or something else is anybody's guess. But I have room for all my books now, places to set stuff down (no more piano=table), and even places for my instruments! I went to Value Village the other day and bought plates, untensils, bowls, and all that jazz for $17.

But, as usual in my life, things tend to even out. Things are working out well at the apartment, so of course the place I work at is in danger of closing. All of us employees want to put on some sort of Empire Records sort of thing, but none of the stuff we've done so far seems like itll pan out. Hell, Nichole took Brooklyn Grinder menus to put in to-go bags at her work at the Pita Pit. Students coming back may bring in more business, and I asked Mary to tell her residents, but we're so far up the Ave that I don't know how many more people we can bring in. Sigh... here's hopin' we can save the place.

Okay. I'm tired, so I'll be done typing for now. Peace.

Haircuts and Lounge Acts

2005-09-17T02:32:00.000-07:00

So me and Nichole play this game at work. We always try to guess what songs are going to be on Nightly Nirvana. One day she got two out of three. Her third choice came on the day after. I've been saying Polly and Lounge Act for, like, a week. I really like Lounge Act, I think it was probably the most underappreciated song on Nevermind. I always thought it was one of Nirvana's best, but apparently I'm one of the only ones, considering how little attention it got, even in releases like Unplugged, Live from the Muddy Banks of the Wishkah, and With the Lights Out. So I got sick of not hearing that song, uploaded Nevermind on my computer, and played it over and over and over again until I figured it out. Like most of Cobain's songs, it's not terribly difficult. Power chords throughout. Neat bassline, though. Now I hope they don't play it on Nightly Nirvana for a few weeks, because I've heard it enough today.

Got a haircut a few days ago. Got sick of having so much, told the guy to cut it off. Quietest. Barber. EVER. Said, like, two words to me the whole time. It was wierd. He wasn't mean or unhappy or anything, just... QUIET.

Finally got my U-Pass. I'm getting outta U-District this weekend, and I ain't payin' fer da bus! Woo Hah!

New Roomie

2005-09-14T22:48:00.000-07:00

The face of my new roomie. The fifth in less than three years.

Colds Suck...

2005-09-13T22:25:00.000-07:00

Yeah, that's right. Colds suck kangaroo balls. Big, ugly, hanging kangaroo balls. Seriously though, how does he hop so much with low hanging testicles like that? Are kangaroo testicles not sensitive like man testicles? Because I really cannot imagine any kind of testicles not being sensitive like man tesicles. Its just one of the core parts of human male existence: need food and water, think about sex ever 8 seconds, tesicles are not for jumping on, and think about sex every 8 seconds.

But seriously though, I've got a cold, and colds have to be the most annoyingly unpleasant things in the world. You're not sick enough to stop your daily routine, but you're sick enough to not particularly enjoy life. Work is miserable. I felt bad today with Nichole being all fun and friendly and weird and Nichole-y, and I spent most of the day sitting in the back going "Ughhhh..." Then I spent my tip money on, get this, fuckin' kleenex. Okay, Puffs Plus to be specific and non-brand oriented. And I'm glad I did, because my old box ran out, like, 10 mintes after I got home from work. I have a small mountain of used tissues by my bed. Truly unappealing. And that was wierd, I sneezed and got the door slamming sound from AIM. Do you think I sneezed someone offline?

My plan was to come home and watch a movie with my kleenex, but I think I'm just gonna go to bed. I just hope I get better soon. I mean, I've got work all the time, and a small party-ish thing brewing on Sunday. Or maybe next Sunday, I know Riley wanted to see if we could postpone Jeb's visit till the next week, but I'm not sure if that's gonna work out.

Oh, picture from Foundphotos.

Rich Sunday

2005-09-11T00:49:00.000-07:00

So I have no idea what I'm going to do tomorrow. Its a ruch Sunday, so I feel like going out and shopping or something, but there's really nothing I want to go buy. I don't even feel like trying to get recording stuff working again, it just seems too frustrating at the moment. Maybe I'll just sit around. It'll make next Sunday twice as rich. I could probably use to have some money lying around, anyway. I'll eat better next week.

So my night's pretty lazy. I'm just hanging out watchin' TV, playin' guitar, etc., etc. Boring post. I know.

Someone To Love

2005-09-08T01:55:00.000-07:00

So I was out on a semi-regular late-night walk to get some pizza (side note: 2 slices was WAY too much, now very full of pizza), and some people drove by in a convertable (who owns a convertable in Seattle, seriously?) and this girl hanging off the side shouts out to me "Let me help you find somebody to love you!" in a considerably dazed hippy-voice. Oddly, my first reaction was not "Crazy bitch!", or even "Huh... odd", but rather "... How did she know?" Apparently that's the biggest sign I've been single too long: when a crazy-tripped-out-wannabe-hippy-hipster girl makes a crazy ass comment and I actually put serious thought into it. (Side note #2: Yes, in Seattle, even the hippies are hipsters.)

Had to hang out with John tonight, as he was doing favors around here for Shayna. Granted, I'm really not a fan of him in that fact that I don't particularly like him, but I have no reason to dislike him, so I let him in to fix some stuff for her. I mean, he's nice to me, he's good to Shayna, so I really have no reason to dislike him.

I have coconut flavored cigarette papers, and they taste the tasty. It's going to take me forever to go thru all 33 of them (actually, 32. Heidi ruined one, you ruiner!), if I even do that. I only smoke when me and Heidi get bored and decide to roll a cigarette. Then, after 15 or 20 minutes of preparation (we suck at it) we'll enjoy our efforts on the balcony, and occasionally drop our only matchbook off the railing (goddammit!).

Those are my day's events. And some factoids. Oh, and anyone who looks at my flickr: thomas_m_doyle is my brother, and no, he's not stupid, he knows his Shakespeare and his Jonathan Livingston Seagull, his "i dont get it" posts were a joke, which some other dude didn't appear to get. He wrote "i dont get it" on the following pictures: Seagulls performing Shakespeare "Et tu, Jonathan Livingston?", and Brutus the Uterus. Brutus. The quality of the joke is debatable, but the dude that actually explained the seagull joke... that was unnecessary.

Give

2005-09-04T11:22:00.000-07:00

Do it. Please.

www.redcross.org

Letter

2005-09-01T00:44:00.000-07:00

Dear the Killers,
I refuse to help you out, and will, in fact, put you on the backburner for the rest of my life, as well as the lives of my children and grandchildren, if I manage to impart my taste in good or, in the least, adequate music upon them. Also the duration of the life of my future wife, whose hatred in you is mandatory to even be considered as a mate. I don't care if you are a soldier or not, you do not in any way, shape, or form, "got soul". And maybe that girl is touching the other guy's chest because you suck so much ass. In fact, Killers, I sincerely believe that love of you by the masses is one of the signs of the apocalypse soon to come.

At least your name rings true, as listening to your music makes me want to kill myself.

Sincerely,
peter

Weirdness...

2005-08-31T02:45:00.000-07:00

I think everyone's kind of weird lately. I'm gonna go ahead and blame it on right now beng a transition period. Its practically September. Summer's ending: seasonally, climately, and academically. Today I looked out the window at work, and all of a sudden it was like, "Oh yeah... THAT'S what its like the rest of the year." I think I was spoiled by the months and months of beautiful weather. Seattle summers are fantastic. So bright, sunny, and, if you're from Rancho Cucamonga, nice and cool. But yeah, people are acting weird, getting sick, injuring themselves (check out Jayne's blog), and are being all around awkward. Like the other day: my whole day had a mood. Sure, that doesn't sound too odd, but seriously, I held one particular mood throughout 90% of the day. And it was one of apathy and introspection. It was like everything was happening around me, and nothing at all to me. It was quiet. It was kind of... blue. You know that tint they use in movies when they're showing a cold, usually mechanical place? That blueness of a flourescent office light? My day had that color. Maybe it was all in my head. Maybe it was just me acting weird like everyone else.

Okay. That's it. I'm waiting for school to start.

Yeah, And He's Rollin' His Own Smokes...

2005-08-27T01:23:00.000-07:00

Quite possibly the weirdest thing ever today. So the other day I was listening to Blind Melon's song "Drive" which mentions a guy who rolls his own cigarettes and I think "You know, if I ever started smoking I would roll my own cigarettes. Its cheaper and so freakin' cool. I'd be a hardcore cowboy mutherfucker." So then I woke up today and thought, "I AM gonna learn how to roll my own cigarettes." So I, like the dork I am, look it up online (basically the same thing I did before I lost my virginity), and decide, okay, I'm gonna do it after work today (basically the same thing I did before I lost my virginity). Then I got this totally crap-ass tip, so the whole project got put on hold, since I refused to put REAL money into it. Then I get home and run into Heidi out behind the building, who had just bought tobacco and rolling papers. She had come to the same conclusions as I (only without Blind Melon's hazy interjections), and even looked up the process online. So we hung out and rolled cigarettes, and then smoked our best ones out on the balcony. I have no plans on becoming a real smoker, but everyone knows its fun to indulge in a vice or two now and then. So there we go. It was pretty crappy cigarette, but hell, at least now I'm a hardcore cowboy mutherfucker. Next vice project: roll a joint. :p

Worst. Post. Ever.

2005-08-25T12:14:00.000-07:00

You know that delightfully achey feeling? I've had it since, like 10 last night. I don't really mind it, though. Its probably from the running. I even went to bed early last night (like, 2:30), and even though I pretty muc just rolled around in bed until 4, I'm calling it an early to bed victory. Then I had this weird dream with pregnant people and shadow monsters.

You know, this is quite possibly the worst post ever.

Sometimes...

2005-08-20T03:39:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I feel like and idiot.
Sometimes I feel like a rockstar.
Sometimes I feel like a lover without a lover.
Sometimes I feel like murdering my best friend.
Sometimes I feel like a genius.
Sometiems I feel like jumping out the window.
Sometimes I feel like I don't eat enough.
Sometimes I feel like I should be paid more.
Sometimes I feel like money doesn't mean anything.
Sometimes I feel like playing guitar, watching TV, and chatting online at the same time.
Sometimes I feel like eating meat.
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only thing real in this world.
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only thing fake in this world.
Sometimes I feel like befriending a stranger.
Sometimes I feel like I'm drunk.
Sometimes I am.
Sometimes I feel like I don't have enough stuff.
Sometimes I feel like I have too much.
Sometimes I feel like I abandoned my home.
Sometimes I feel like I found a new one.
Sometimes I'm not as honest as I should be.
Sometimes I'm too honest.
Sometimes I feel like I'm too into duality.
Sometimes I feel like there's a God watching me.
Sometimes I feel like God's a lie.
Sometimes I feel like God is dead.
Sometimes I feel like I am dead.
Sometimes I feel ridiculously happy when someone offers me raisins and Jayne's potato chips.
Sometimes Seattle is perfect.
Sometimes I feel like writing really lame, sappy entries in my blog.

Peace.

NEVER Ship DHL

2005-08-18T16:06:00.000-07:00

I gotta go to work, so this'll be quick, but just never do it, okay? They just signed off Jayne's iPod to, apparently, someone just wandering aorund the apartment complex who signs his name "Coomur". Its just totally fucked up to steal someone's package, and DHL is totally fucked up to have just dropped it to whoever.

iKE: the paraniod-schizophrenic mouse feverishly protecting his wheel of cheese

2005-08-18T15:35:00.000-07:00

iKE: the paraniod-schizophrenic mouse feverishly protecting his wheel of cheese
Originally uploaded by Homerang.

Gaza

2005-08-17T23:05:00.000-07:00

I'm hoping terribly that the Isreali pull from the Gaza strip will bring some peace. I don't even know how well the pull is going: different places keep telling me different things. I mean, some papers say its going well, others say its going terribly. All I can say is that of course there's going to be violence, but at least this is actually happening. I expected the other day to roll around and no one would do anything, to be honest. Hopefully things will beging to calm down now.

And then there's the chance that everything will just go to hell.

Fictional Sex

2005-08-16T02:11:00.000-07:00

Jeb didn't tag anyone, and I don't feel like sleeping yet, so instead I'm going to name five fictional characters with whom I would enjoy bumping fictional uglies.

1. Layla (Christina Ricci from Buffalo '66)
2. Sofia Mendez (a notoriously hot chica from Mary Doria Russell's The Sparrow)
3. Yomiko Readman (sexy R.O.D. bookworm)
4. Aya Brea (from Parasite Eve, who proved that video game chicks could be hot, even with low polygon counts)
5. Willow Rosenberg (Alyson Hannigan in Buffy) who narrowly knocked fellow sultry redhead Donna Pincioti off the charts. Well, chart. There's only one.

Okay, boredom temporarly relieved. Peace.

...

2005-08-15T14:09:00.000-07:00

Urges and Needs

2005-08-15T13:22:00.000-07:00

I have and intense urge.. nay, need to do nothing today. And by "today", I really mean for the next 2 and a half hours, because then I need to go to work, and you can't blow off work. That's just fucked up. Well... I can't blow off work. I remember back in the day when I was in high school and working at the library, if I was sick I'd take the day off school and still go to work, because school responsibility and work responsibility are totally different. You miss school, then you make it up tomorrow. You miss work, then everyone else has to work that much harder to make up for you. This is made even more of a problem when you like and respect both your employer and your coworkers. Basically, it all means that taking the day off work for no reason is impossible.

But I don't mind that: doing nothing for the next two and a half hours'll be good enough for me.

Fucking Bad ASS Riff

2005-08-13T02:37:00.000-07:00

So I feel like more of guitarist lately. Rather that doing my usual words-over-chords shitty singer/songwriter thing, I've promoted myself to blossoming guitarist, as I've actually decided to teach myself the instrument. So I've been playing a lot of scales, trying to get faster and cleaner, listening to more guitarists (Stanley Jordan is the fucking MAN!), and having Comcast On Demand teach me a thing or two as well. The other day they taught me some common blues chords, and I thank them for that. So now I'm playing scales, practicing improvving with those scales and throwing in small chords as well. Its kind of a slow process, quickened by the fact that I spend, like, 5 hours a day or so on my guitar. Yeah, I'm not joking or anything either. Here's my daily schedule: Wake up, guitar, eat (unless I forget, like today), more guitar, work, more guitar, TV, more guitar, inner debate over whether to sleep or play more guitar, and then either sleep or play more guitar. Usually a game of online Sorry! in there, too. Occasional contact with friends.

But back to that topic title, I was messing around a few minutes ago, and made up this totally fuckin' awesome riff. I want to write a song around it. That little riff alone makes everything else I've ever written, like... ahdunno... defunct, or something. A little voice inside me saying: "You know, if you try, you could actually be GOOD at this." Amazing how a bunch of notes and a chord can be so damn cool. Wait, a bunch of notes, a chord, and a natrual harmonic, and natural harmonics are fucking BUTTER.

Lost

2005-08-12T13:00:00.000-07:00

So I rearranged my favorites yesterday and now I'm losing all my stuff. It's all supposed to be self-explanatory now, but I'm so used to blogger being under "Essentials" and not "Fake Human Contact". I think my new system will work better once I get the hang of it.

I'm gonna do an odd post and mention things things I've purely found on the interweb, with little or no influence from the real world. So I decided I wanted to have a little picture next to my words whenever I posted on Jeb's LiveJournal, so I went ahead and made one that basically says to come to this site instead. But now when I say "Ein is cute", at least it'll have a picture of me with a guitar, proving my manliness and making up for using the word "cute" so loosely. So somehow the first random LJ I stumble onto is some girl talking about schoolbooks and classes starting and blah blah blah... until I see it's signed Lavender Brown. Wait, the Harry Potter character? I read more closely: scrolls, wands, Gryffindor Common Room?! There's a link, and I click it. There's a whole roleplaying WORLD out there on LiveJournal. People pretending to be characters from Harry Potter. Potter's there, Ginny's there, Ron and Hermione, the whole gang. They all have the common room, then they all have Journals for themselves. "Snape" even comes along and reprimands them regularly. Its rather fascinating really, that people are so into it that they actually take breaks from their lives daily to pretened they were adolescents again. I'm sorry, but junior high and high school were... ... fun, I guess, but I certainly have no urge to go back, even if it is fucking Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. So most of the bloggage ended back in '97, but Lavender put something up the other day, too, so it's obviously still going on for some of them.

This next thing is cool, though. Its just a collection of photos that this guy got a hold of using file sharing software. You know how when you downlaod Shareaza and Kazaa or one of those you just click a button and it'll put all your files up for you? Well, in case you weren't aware, it puts up your collection of photos. This guy went around downloading everyones and posts them as Found Photos. It's really cool seeing these little slices of everyone's lives. I think Jayne'd get a big kick out of it.

Hell, I even re-myspace-ified. Not like I'm gonna use it, but at least I have current pictures up now. You know, where I have more hair on my head and face.

My dad's coming up next weekend, and to surprise him I'm trying to downloand the old Police Squad! series. It only lasted six episodes, but they're so damn funny! With one of my favorite lines ever in a TV show: "Who are you and how did you get in here?" "I'm a locksmith and... well, I'm a locksmith." Being the Naked Gun fan my father his, if I can get them I'm sure he'll love em. I've got, like, four of them up to 80-ish% now, so I think they'll finish by next Friday.

Finally, I think I'm addicted to Sorry! online. I went to games.com the other day to kill some time, and now I'm like "Sorry! is the best game ever!" Except its really not. And it freezes a lot. And most of the time I'm playing with, like, 13 year old girls who keep asking me "so r u cute". At least I'm assuming its a question. 13 year-old girls don't like to use any form of puctuation. They also enjoy being fucking annoying. Then I bump them back into their starting zone and I'm like "Yeah! Fuck you, you little annoying bitch!" Well, I don't type it. I may shout it, but I'm not sure. Sorry! makes me very emotional.

Have a good 'un.

My Stomach Rumbles with Happy Cows and Skittles

2005-08-08T03:02:00.000-07:00

Woooo! It was Sunday! I know, my enthusiasm should go down considering its NOT Sunday anymore, but it WAS! Sunday is/was/will forever be my day off, and today was a good 'un. I rolled out of bed at the crack of 12:30, watched a bad movie with Shayna and John, went downtown for some new clothes action, then back to the apartment(s) for red meat and candy poker.

The clothes was the best part, hands down. I mean, the rest of the day was great, but it was made even better from the fact that I now own pants that fit me again. Seriously, I tried them on at Old Navy, looked at the mirror and went "Damn! I forgot that I had an ass!" Not out loud though, of course... I think... I HOPE, anyway. But yep, two new shirts and two new pants oughta get me through the whole washing-a-red-crayon incident. I also got Rach a birthday present, a totally awesome one that made me go "Woah. Rach is getting that. She is getting it from me, and I'll be her favorite friend ever." I actually decided to get it for her BEFORE I remembered that her birthday was... well, today, now, I think. I'd say what it is, but I'm pretty sure she reads this sometimes. Or has before... like, once, probably.

Ohohoh... and THEN, I had a happy burger that Jayne cooked. We set off the fire alarm three times, but burgers were worth it. I'm wait for morning to see how my stomach handled the meat. I felt a bit funny all night, and hopefully I won't wake up puking all over the place or anything. Then, me Jayne, Zach, and Shayna played poker with candy and cookies, which has been chronicled quite extensively on my flickr page.

Not a bad day at all. No, sir.

Harry Potter is a Whore

2005-08-04T15:00:00.000-07:00

I mean, seriously, he is! Go up to any person on the street and it seems like 90% of them is either a)reading the Half-Blood Prince, b)have read the Half-Blood Prince and has lent it to a friend, or c) is waiting for a friend to finish it so that they can read it themselves. My copy has spanned two states, and has three readers. I got it from my mom. I don't know... maybe its just because this is a college area and hard-cover books are expensive. Maybe the rest of the world buys their own damn books. All I know is that Harry Potter is a dirty whore (and not just in the way he is in Riley's stories). So yeah... a brief review, eh? Spoiler-free, though, because spoilers are whores, too.

Hmm... I was going to give a really detailed review and whatnot, but instead I'm going to turn "brief review" into "extremely brief review". Okay, here it goes: If you like Harry Potter, you'll like this book. Rowling's alright and all, but really doesn't bring much new dynamic to her art or anything like that. She created enjoyable characters and since their creation that have gone on many enjoyable adventures. This is another one. It also sets the stage for the finale, which it seems to be may be the only Harry Potter book for break from the Harry Potter formula. It'll be intersting to see how that turns out.

So now my hands hurt. My right one from playing guitar endlessly for about a week, and my left one for precariously balancing a particular Harry Potter book for two days. And in case any old Harry Potter-crazy friends of mine are reading this, it only took me two days because I had to go to work.

You know, I haven't taken any pictures in a long time...

Preachin' It Like an Acoustic Rock Jesuit

2005-07-27T02:18:00.000-07:00

Ahhh... good times. Wrote a new song last night/this morning when the neighbors upstairs were doing something that sounded remarkably like someone pounding on my apartment door. Its, dare I say it, a good song, too. Now, 90% of the time when I write a song I pretty much go "GAH! This is a piece of shit!" and shred any proof that I have done anything with those hours of my life. 8% of the time I come up with something I kind of like, and will add it to Peter Doyle's Small Book of Songs. Such notable entries here as "... 5 More Minutes" and "I Love You (But I'd Leave You for Christina Ricci)". That last 2%, though, THAT'S the good stuff. Stuff like "passive" (which no one has ever heard because I can't play it), "Wayward" (the piano instrumental I'm quite fond of, despite its technical shortcomings), and my newest creation: "Sanguine" (or "and you thought mormon girls ain't got no groove").

The song was created when I was trying to decide how to finger a D/C# chord, and was inspired by this beautiful, wonderful girl who I met while I was visiting Rancho, but who turned out to be a mormon, which just doesn't work. So far Heidi and Jayne are the only others to have heard it, and I've got unanimously good reviews. Jayne exclaimed, "Wow! It sounds like a real song!", which I took as quite the compliment. Even better considering I fucked up a few times playing it for her.

So yeah, I'm feelin' good. Hope everyone else out there on the interweb is, too.

I've Been Told It's Horseshit...

2005-07-25T11:36:00.000-07:00

... but I kinda liked it. Throw a little emphasis on "kinda", though. Because no matter how into artsy stuff you are (artsy films in particular), Last Days is fuckin' slow. It's all about the final days heroin-bathed rock star Blake, and is somewhat based on Kurt Cobain's suicide. However, the character Blake is EXACTLY based on Kurt Cobain. It all comes out to some strange work of kinda-maybe-psuedo fiction, that drags on for an hour and a half. Van Sant uses long, Kubrickian unmoving shots, but they seem lost him. I mean, you follow Blake out of the house and into the woods for a minute and a half, and focus on a tree for thirty seconds? If there was some imagery or symbolism in that, I've gotta say that I missed it. At the end of the movie some guy in the theater jumped up and started yelling at the screen about how he saw Cobain 40 hours before it happened and that the movie was, you guessed it, horseshit. I was a Cobain nut for a while, and I know as well as that other jackass that Last Days pretty much paints the wrong picture of what his end was like. On the other hand, its a fuckin' MOVIE, so get over it you dick. Its not a bad film, just rather... eh. A middle of the road 3 out of 5. Peace.

Z-Phoria

2005-07-20T15:13:00.000-07:00

Z-Phoria I
Originally uploaded by Homerang.

... But That's Okay, My Will Is Good

2005-07-20T14:56:00.000-07:00

Lord... I've finally got internet and cable hooked up and all that. Took care of it... yesterday, I think. Maybe the day before. Ahdunno, past few days a big blur, as happens sometimes. So all that's good. Let's see, what's happened lately...

Oh, saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Shayna last night, and I have three words for Mr. Burton: Jesus Fucking Christ! It was going alright for a while, but totally crashed and burned the last half hour or so. It did have its moments, though, and the only thing that kept it together was the fact that it never took itself seriously. (Case in point, after Willy Wonka's third or so flashback about his father during the factory tour, he mentions about how he's been having them increasingly lately, especially today.) And while I usually love the designs and whatnot Tim Burton uses for his films, this one just didn't seem too great. The factory had so much potential, but in the end, the old movie made a far better factory. Hell, the old movie made a far better MOVIE. Stephanie's praise of the movie yesterday before me and Shayna went to see it only decreased my trust in Steph's opinion on movies ("Hide and Seek was so good!").

Not a whole lot else going on. Enjoying the History Channel On Demand. Enjoying my guitar. It seems like Shayna has made it a personal mission to find me a girlfriend, though I'm not too sure about her methods. He first try was in the Stranger's LustLab, where she told me about "Lick Me Like a Parfait" girl, who wanted to sit in a kiddie pool filled with Jello and whipped cream and be licked clean by two men in school girl uniforms. How do you even come up with a fetish so precise? How many times do you think she's sat in that kiddie pool being licked by school girls before she though "Hmmm... maybe if I had MEN dressed up as school girls!" Okay, that's enough. Peace.

Solipsistic

2005-07-16T02:00:00.000-07:00

So, um, yeah. I'm in one of those "Gah! Not fuckin' again!" moods, but only mildly. The rest of me is filled with warm squishiness, I think. Some strange emotion like that, anyway, and it tends to sum up to a positive. Oh well, another time.

Lots of musicitude lately. Wrote another song* a little while ago, and I've got ideas in my head now, at least, on how to fill out some of my other songs. Eventually I'm gonna turn what I've got into a record, I swear. I know I've said that before, but I'm much more serious this time. We'll have to see how devoted I am once we get cable and internet hooked up, finally. Which is Monday morning, by the way, so ROCK ON. I don't know how much longer I can take all this "only sometimes able to steal internet from neighbors" shit.

Went running today. Felt good, since it's been so long. Almost a week. My new running pattern is kinda weird, and I'm gonna see if I can simplify a way to get down to the trail, but because of bridges and stuff I think its always gonna be a little weird.

Oh my God, my sun burns are finally peeling, they've become a brownish color now instead of pink, and I look like I'm a fucking leper or have the plague or something. Unclean, unclean!

*It was actually two songs until I realized, hey, they're in the same key! Lets mix and match parts and turn it into some kind of bionic song!

Cullyfawneeah VI

2005-07-12T10:11:00.000-07:00

This shall be the last entry of my vacation. I haven't updated in a couple days MOSTLY because it hurt to sit upright. My dad and I went to the beach on Sunday and, well... I don't so much tan as I do broil. And my dad barely burns at all, and he brought the sun block, so I was left with, like SPF 5 or something like that. I'm a little better now, but Christ, the last couple of days hurt.

So Rachel leant me all of Escaflowne, and I actually fuckin' WATCHED all of Escaflowne while I was down here. It was pretty good. A little familiar at times (I'm gettin' a bit tired of seeing schoolgirls in fantasy worlds with magic powers), but good nonetheless.

Lunch with the ex went okay, and as I was driving home I was thinking "You know, that'll probably be the last time I ever see her or hear from her again...". Then I check my e-mail this morning and she actually WROTE me to say that we shouldn't see each other or hear from each other ever again. Silly girl, you're supposed to let our history die out slowly and silently, not just put it out there! I swear, no respect for the dramatic.

Wow... flight back later today. I think I'm ready for this trip to be done, but I don't feel like going back to work yet. Oh well... I think I'll choose work and Seattle over no work and Rancho. It just feels less and less like home every time. This time especially since I don't have a room. Seattle, here I come! ... in four hours.

Cullyfawneeah V

2005-07-09T02:04:00.000-07:00

Ugh... so... achy...

Last few days have been nice, mostly because they've been consistently half-lazy half-busy, the laziness consisting entirely of running and reading by the pool, the business ranging from Vince's Spaghetti with friends to a mormon dance.

Oh, apparently the ratio of gorgeous mormons is higher than gorgeous people in, you know, Heathen Land, or whatever you call the rest of the world. I was driving Rachel home when I told her "You know, your friends are cute. Its a shame they're mormon." Yes, damn shame indeed. But I got my mormon groove on regardless, and danced with a bunch of attractive women. Where I come from that's a plus regardless.

So I'm actually having lunch with my ex tomorrow. (Listen closely and you can hear Juck shouting "YOU FUCKTARD!") It oughtta be... interesting. I'm not sure how it'll go, but hopefully it'll be nice and peaceful and unawkward. And if it IS weird, then big deal, its only lunch, and life'll move on. After that I'm hangin' out with Rach some more, and I wouldn't be surprised if I see Juck after that, but we'll see.

So my dad's work car is being worked on or something, some dealer in Ontario lets him borrow a car for the weekend. He rolls up this afternoon in a fucking 2005 Z4. Jesus Christ! I'm gonna try to convince him to let me drive it to the store or something. You get your ass I'm getting pictures of that.

Cullyfawneeah IV

2005-07-07T01:45:00.000-07:00

Jesus bom-badiggity Christ! I had a long day. It was Six Flags Day, as you may have heard, so Juck and I were up at the crack of ten in order to partake in the festivities of this holiday we just created. The original plan was to get out by 9:15 to get there by 10, and stay until the park closed at the other 10 o'clock. But we're us, so we weren't ready until 9:45, and then we had to wait for my mom to get back so we could steal her car for the day. We rolled into Valencia around 11:30-ish, and proceeded to have a blast. Here's a crude breakdown of our day's activities:
Super Man: The Escape
Ninja
Deja Vu
Tidal Wave
Goliath x3
Revolution
X (Jesus Christ!)
Psyclone
Scream
Viper
Riddler's Revenge
the rapids ride (bad idea, schloopy shoes abound)
... I'm sure I'm missing a couple.

So yeah, things were goin' great until Deja Vu, which is a really fun ride, but the car key slipped out of my pocket and fell about 15 stories to the ground below. I told the people that worked there that I lost my keys, and they told me I had to go back over there after the park closed to see if they had found them. I was rather on edge all day, because if I couldn't get that key back, I'd have to call my dad and ask him to drive all the fuckin' way out to Valencia to bring me keys. Thank GOD they had it. The battery came out of the clicker-beeper thing (and apparently hit some dude in the head), but I can deal with replacing a little battery. So I could finally relax, and drive home late. My mom worried, but I return home unscathed.

Took an assload of pictures, and videotaped me and Juck on a few of the rides for the hell of it (Deja Vu, Goliath, and part of Scream until I accidentally hit the camera over to view mode... whoops). All in all a very good, very exhausting day. Thankfully, as always, the drive back is never as far as to drive out... that and I can easily break 100 eastbound on the 210 at night. Expect an uploaded flickr tomorrow, a day I will refer to as "recouperation day". Poolside reading it is, bitch!

Cullyfawneeah III

2005-07-06T01:57:00.000-07:00

So things are finally starting to pick up. I'm insured again, so I can drive, and Justin's back, so I've got that thrid brother around again. It finally feels like I was hoping it would feel now: driving to nowhere, catching up with a best friend. It finally feels good to be back. I've been hanging out with Juck for the past 10 hours or so, and I kinda re-realized that I don't think I ever get sick of that guy. We ate and watched Sexie (my review is an unemphatic "meh"), and took a walk in the middle of the night. Good times. Haven't heard from Rachel yet, so I should probably call her sometime soon. Not tomorrow, though, because tomorrow is Six Flags day. Juck's truck probably can't make it (and getting stuck halfway between LA and Valencia would suck ASS), so I've gotta get up in the morning and convince my mom I can make the drive. Of course, it means I've gotta hope that she has nowhere to go tomorrow, too. Well... here's hopin'.

I was reading Jeb's LiveJournal, and it made me think of this: so back in the day when I was in high school, I remember doing the Day of Silence. I don't know if y'all know what it is, but its a day a year where you protest the treatment of GLBT teens by not talking for an entire schoolday. It symbolizes how schools and the government won't listen to complaints made by GLBT students (you know, like how "sexuality" isn't on the long list of discriminations that schools won't tolerate). So one of the years I was doing it they handed out T-shirts, too, so everyone could tell who as being silent. I remember I was sitting there having lunch with my friends (who were all talkers for the day, and a few of them would make fun of me for my stand) when two guys walked up to me, and asked if they could take me aside and talk to me for a second. They quickly introduced themselves and identified themselves as Christians, which immediately made me roll my eyes as I expected them to chew out my beliefs for equality, as many before them had done to me that day. But these guys were different. They said how they noticed I was being silent for the day, and they said that they disagreed with me and that they believe homosexuality to be a sin... then they totally surprised me. One said: "but regardless of what God's judgement may be on these people, everyone should be treated equally", they said they truly admired me and respected me for standing up for what I believe in. The two of them shook my hand, wished me luck, and took off to class.

I told to the story to my girlfriend at the time, who scoffed at them for what they said about believing that homosexuality was a sin and that God would punish them for it, but I think she missed the point, or at least the point that I was looking at. These guys had a completely different set of opinions on the subject than I did, they believed what their church had subscribed to them word-for-word, but REGARDLESS of that, they could still respect me and my stand. Those guys showed me what the world could look like. The world could be full of people who hole-heartedly dissagree, yet it can be a place full of mutual respect. I believe those two guys are dead wrong, but I can still respect them because of they way they acted on their beliefs.

Magic Mountain tomorrow. Pictures eventually.

Happy 4th

2005-07-04T23:09:00.000-07:00

Mexican Beer...
Originally uploaded by Homerang.

So as celebration here's a picture of my dad without a shirt holding a beer.

Cullyfawneeah II

2005-07-04T11:52:00.000-07:00

Day two (I'm not counting Saturday) has begun, and I have thus decided to meticulously write out my happenings. Sadly, the happenings are quite few and far between. It just so happens that a new addition to late California starts has happened: I am not insured on my parents car. We all thought it was a 24 hour call in and they'll take care of it instantly thing, but apparently they don't answer phones on Sundays or holidays. So I'm walk-bound until tomorrow, at least.

I at least have one friend today: went out to breakfast with Aileen. I was going to document it with photographs, but I couldn't find my camera. Apparently I took it out of my backpack sometime yesterday, so I'll find it later. Maybe I'll make her stage a recreation at some other point in the week. She'll probably be my only friend today, since she's gotta work tonight. I'm anxiously awaiting Juck's return, because I can hang out with him fuckin' all the time, as long as he's not at work. And he doesn't work during our normal hangout-time (middle of the night) anyway.

I'm eagerly awaiting Six Flags action as well as beach action, but none of that can be done today. At least I have my piano and my pool (which is fantastic after running). Peace from LA's east.

Cullyfawneeah

2005-07-03T12:26:00.000-07:00

So I made it back at the parents house in one piece. So far, its fairly dissapointing. I got to a wedding I didn't terribly want to go to, and found out that everyone's out of town. Sigh. Juck's in Arizona, Rach is on the East Coast... Aileen's around, but busy for a while, so I don't get any friends until tomorrow morning. I actually might see my ex-girlfriend while I'm down here, since I'm actually not on not-speaking terms with her anymore.

Well, there's not a whole lot to report yet, so this'll be short. Peace out, pictures later.

So Close....

2005-06-28T02:52:00.000-07:00

flickr Badge
Originally uploaded by Homerang.

I'm so close to my vacation: a day more of working, then I can kind of half relax maybe. I've still got the whol moving thing to deal with, then the flight home, which shouldn't be too bad considering I'm going to send some of my stuff back with my mom. I should be able to do the flight with just my backpack.

It'll be nice having Mom around. I do enjoy her little visits. Its a strange clashing of worlds sometimes, but in a good way. Its not like I'm taking something I hate from Rancho and bringing it up here. I get to hang out with my mom, show her around, and play grown-up for a few days. Its weird how divided my life is like that: there's Seattle and there's Rancho. Sometimes its like I'm phasing Rancho out. Not everything IN Rancho, just the city itself. I'm not going home because its home, I'm going home because that's where my parents are and that's where Justin and Sox and Rach and all them are. Home is somewhere else. I'm still not sure just exactly where else it IS, but I'm sure its around somewhere.

On an entirely different topic, I found this neat flickr badge maker. I was wandering around the recent photos and found, like, 4 of these, so I decided to join the party.

But enough of this blogging. I'm off to sleep and not clean the bathroom.

http://flagrantdisregard.com/flickr/badge.php

Waiting for Vacation...

2005-06-24T22:56:00.000-07:00

The Intensity...
Originally uploaded by Homerang.

I'm finally getting stuff ready for the move and my vacation. I made an appointment to see my landdude on the 29th, and its at a time when Shayna can come by and finish signing the lease and stuff between her school and work (I have those days off).

I don't know what's up with the picture. I just felt like putting up a picture. Well, let's say that I put it up because I'm moving in with her next week. Yeah, that's a good post-excuse.

I'm writing a lot of tunes lately, but haven't felt like writing lyrics for any of it. I want to take my guitar with me to California, but I don't feel like taking it on the plane. Maybe I will, though, because I only have to carry it on the plane one way; I could just put it in the truck when my mom goes home. I'll be guitar-less for a couple days, but I could just play my bass. Good plan. Pointless to write out, but good.

Why are you still reading this? This is boring as shit. Peace.

Wednesday Night Porn

2005-06-23T02:45:00.000-07:00

So there's this dude on public access who plays hardcore porn on Wednesday nights. But he puts up his phone number on the screen, and while the porn is playing, he plays back his answering machine. So you get this interesting mix of people either enfuriated, and with their actions merely validating his little game here, or people psyched about finding porn on non-cable channels. So I was watching with Heidi and Miles, for way too long, mind you, until Heidi's like, "Uhh... Petur? I think I've had enough." It was odd, because I had totally forgotten about the lesbian porn on my television, as I was much too focused on the answering machine message about fucking animals being animal cruelty.

I think I'm becoming more stable, lately. Odd. No big changes in my life or anything, but it feels like things may be coming together for me sometime soon. I have no idea what "together" will be, but it feels like that thing I'm reaching for is actually corporeal now. Now all I have to do is figure out what that corporeal thing I'm reaching for IS, and I'll be all set. But to idle my time I have other things to worry about. Moving is happening soon, with my vacation to immediately follow. I'm psyched. Good feelings all around with this trip back. I'm strangley less-afraid of running into a bunch of people this time around (as opposed to Christmas break). 300,000 people may seem like a lot, but when there's a few that you REALLY don't want to run into, it seems a lot smaller than you'd imagine. Juck and I are going to Six Flags at the first opportunity. Maybe Rach or Sox'll come with, though scheduling around them can be pretty difficult, so it may just be a guys' day out.

I think it was in the 80's in Rancho today...

Dream-O-Rama

2005-06-20T13:59:00.000-07:00

So its been really weird. I just keep having dreams. I went on this really long streak of not having any dreams at all, and now I'm having them all the damn time. Usually they're nuetral, though, not like that terrible one I had the other night. Like last night I had a space ship, and me and some friends drove it to an amusement park.

Yesterday I thuroughly enjoyed hanging around the apartment and doing absolutely nothing important. It was fun. I should do the same thing every Sunday. I'm greatly looking forward to my vacation in two-ish weeks. Let's count out the days, shall we? Eight. Eight days. Then my mom's here, and I've got time off work while she's up so I can move and spend time with her and stuff. Sweet. I may or may not be at work next Friday... I don't know if he expects me to be there. Who knows. I'm gonna start counting down now...

Peace

Slightly Less Forceful "Gah"

2005-06-19T01:47:00.000-07:00

Ack. Day off tomorrow, finally. I've been waitin' for it all week. I'm gonna enjoy it by hanging around and doing nothing. Its Father's Day, so I'm gonna call my dad and such, but that's gonna be pretty much it, I think. I'm looking forward to a day on the couch.

Right now I'm just hangin' out watchin' Trigun (previously FLCL). Part of me is really fuckin' tired, but I really don't feel much like sleeping right now. Probably that damn dream still. We'll just have to see how it goes.

... Huh... that's like me phrase of the day.

Oh, I did end up going to work. It was pretty dead, which is a good thing for me. I didn't have it in me to do a lot of shit. Got my dad the first season of Reno 911!, 'cause he gets a big kick outta that show, and the season of CSI was, like, 90 dollars or some other ridiculous amount.

Peace, and sleep well, all.

Aduh... Buh?

2005-06-18T13:42:00.000-07:00

So when Steph asked me how I was this morning, my response was "AGGGHHH!". That sums it up, though its a bit vague. Slept, like, 3 hours or something last night. Couldn't sleep for a long time, tried once, then got up and journaled for a bit. Heidi came home, talked to her for a while, calmed down a bit (thanks Heidi), then eventually went to bed. Worst dream EVER, woke up sweating, heart pounding, and screaming. Fucking SCREAMING. One of those blurred line between fantasy and reality dreams. I know what was what, because in the dream I was in California, but everything was so real. I could hear the voices, I can remember the clothing. It was chaotic and dreamy, it was... real. It was terrible, so I just fucking got up and took a shower.

In an odd "Hell freezes over" scenario, Heidi had also woken up uncharacteristically early, so we went out to breakfast when Jayne was still asleep. Grinder's got good breakfast. So I just now remembered that Father's Day is tomorrow, so I guess I'm going to get Dad something today. Funny, because I was talking about him this morning too. Got strawberries at the farmer's market today. They are fantastic. I don't want to work today, and I keep telling myself I'm gonna call Terry and take the day off... but I know I won't. Damn work ethic inheritted from my father. I lack the ability to take a day off work when I know that I could physically do it. And even when I CAN'T physically do it, I feel like shit: warehouse work as an example.

Well... I suppose I should scrounge the Ave for something cool. Peace. Someone out there sleep twice as much tonight for me, eh?

LEGO Star Wars: FUCK YEAH.

2005-06-16T22:34:00.000-07:00

Success!
Originally uploaded by Homerang.

That's right, LEGO fuckin' Star Wars, bitches. When I bought it it felt like I was renting porn or something. Not from a porn store, mind you, but from, like, behind the curtain at an otherwise respectable video rental establishment. Freaky-deaky ass-to-mouth stuff, too; real hardcore shit, standing in line next to the a married couple with two and a half kids: Spy Kids 3 for Trevor and Barbie Nutcracker for Megan. The couple looks back at me and tries to sheild the eyes of the children, but its too late, and little Trevor innocently pokes at the plain-backed, but undoubtedly illicit DVD case (the last innocent act his heart will ever commit), vocally memorizing the title of the film to Google later that night, after Mom and Dad are in bed. The couple looks at me with disdain and drag their children to the check out man. I get called to the register: my turn. I get the cute blonde cashier, the one who's gorgeous in a classical way, not hte annorexic hip-less look of today. She smiles at me, I have a chance to get her number, yet her smile crumbles as she scans my rental, collapsing in on itself like a nuetron star. I hang my head in shame, slap a 10 dollar bill on the table and run out of the store without getting my change. I would return the DVD in an hour and a half, but fear of running in to classically beautiful blonde delays my actions. It is returned two days late, at three in the morning. Hobos watch me at the drop-box and laugh.

Now you know what it feels like to buy fucking LEGO Star Wars at a video game store. Sad part: the game is great. The story mode isn't very hard or long; I actually beat it with Zach in an evening (side note: Jayne's boyfriend just earned more cool points). I've spent the past couple of days unlocking characters and other fun stuff... nothing quite like recreating the fateful battle with Darth Maul using Chewbacca and General Grevious... a battle fought enirely with BROOMS, no less.

I actually had to tear apart my PS2 and fix the lense height manually in order to play the game, which is on a blue disc. A quick nod to TechTV.com for providing me with a how-to guide, and go me for actually doing something electronic. Not hard, but still, I never thought I'd be fucking taking apart my Playstation.

Damn... this is long and full of cursing. Hey Jayne! I TOLD you there was a reason I don't show my blog to my parents!

Finals are... Stop?

2005-06-10T11:02:00.000-07:00

Huh... you know, I guess it's good that the Thunderbirds never lost because "-are stop!" is not nearly as catchy as "-are go!". Finals are done, and I passed them all with my usual expectations. Linguistics test was ridiculous, though. Really long, and they actually tried to give us asssigned seating which really just took longer than it would if everyone just came in and sat down. I got stuck with a right handed seat in the middle of a row and I had to crawl out over all these people when I finished before everyone else like I always do. Crazy anal former-professor.

...Fuckin' fire alarm just went off. Dammit.... ooh. It stopped. Here's hoping it doesn't come back.

Finals Are Go

2005-06-07T10:22:00.000-07:00

So I've got my first final today, in Philosophy. It should go alright, I think. It's just later than I thought it'd be (4:30), so I'm gonna have to call in and let Terry know I'll be late for work, which is also at 4:30. Finals and work is all I'm up to lately, and really all I should be up to, until these tests are done. I think they'll all go alright, I've just had a huge problem focusing lately. Tomorrow after work'll be nice.

Me and Yoda Executed the Pope

2005-06-04T01:45:00.000-07:00

What a weird plot for a dream. I don't think Yoda was in there originally, and I kept going back and forth between being myself, hunting the Pope, and the Pope, about to be killed by me. Yoda was there after I caught him and we were preparing to give him a lethal injection. I think he showed up because the new Pope looks like Emperor Palpatine. The Pope stood no chance, really. He may have God on his side, but c'mon... fuckin' YODA. And then it was really weird because when I actually did give him the injection, I could feel it. And no one knew how to inject you, so i could feel my arm just being stabbed. So I woke up because it freakin' hurt and I could STILL feel it. I thought I'd actually hurt myself and got up and looked for blood on my sheets (kinda hard considering the red sheets and the night-ness). Had a few other dreams, too, but none were as interesting. But apparently last night was my night to have dreams about Thom.

I should really preface my dream entries. I mean, I had this friend in high school who every-fuckin-DAY would talk about his dreams, and it bugged the shit outta me, because no matter how cool your dream was, I can gaurantee you no one really cares. A broad overview is okay. The title for this entry woulda been fine. So go back in time and alert yourself that you don't have to read this entry if you don't want to. That's all.

End of Instruction... NOW.

2005-06-03T12:49:00.000-07:00

Huh... so apparently Josh reads my page. Huh, didn't know that. Maybe he was a first-timer, or a one-timer, or one of those -timers.

So Spring Quarter is done, except for finals, which I actually think COUNT as part of the quarter, unlike some crazy people I know/live with. Papers turned in (and gotten back, actually; go one-week turnaround people at celtic civ), and so now I just need to study for finals. Study quite a bit, as I have a veritable cornicopia of ideas to assimilate in the next few days. But today: relaxation. Until work, anyway. Oooh! I should take pictures of the new Grinder, which is fantastic. I love it already, and my hours are pretty much doubled, so rock on. I just need to figure out how to get running back into my schedule. I'll figure something out.

I need to paint my nails again, I think. I did it last week or something, but I didn't like the color and took it off. But today I was playing my bass and I realized that the flesh under my nails hurt. Then I LOOKED at my nails and realized I was, like, sanding down my fingernails because of all my flamenco strumming. And its not like I'm gonna STOP flamenco strumming, so I'll just put another layer of crap between string and flesh. Layers of crap are awesome! I mean think about it: yamacas, condoms, the rubber stuff around wires, car paintjobs, etc, etc.

Ate at Chipotle today. I think that's like, the thirdor fourth time this week. What can I say? The veggie burrito is fuckin' awesome. Oh, and there's this really cute burrito girl, too. Too bad the "sour cream and cheese?" relationship isn't open to a lot of flirting. Oh well.

Oh, and Juck is stalking a Disney princess. So lets all ridicule him/secretly wish him well becase she has a nice rack.

The Cupid Shot Me in the Freakin' Ear and Now I'm Bleeding All Over the Ground Club

2005-05-30T22:14:00.000-07:00

So Rachel and I have started this club. It's kind of a "Fuck Love" club, except that we're not angry at love in general as much as we are about the fact that we don't seem to be getting any at the moment. It's based on my AIM icon: Cupid at badassbuddy.com.

Vancouver this weekend was great fun: Who's Line guys were great and legal beer made me feel so adult. Here in the States I have to be not-carded, because sometimes I look under 21, but I ALWAYS look over 18, so its no problem up there. Bus ride up was terrible, with no air conditioning and rank dude in front of me. Bus ride back was very pleasant and relaxing. Good weekend, all around.

Work starts again on Wednesday (hours till 9:30 now), so I'm trying to get this philosophy paper done today and tomorrow. Well... at least I got started on it. And now I think I'm going to go running... because I haven't in way too long.

Warmth

2005-05-26T19:48:00.000-07:00

So apparently today I was transported into an alternate dimension where Seattle gets hot. It was really nice most of the time except when you got cut off from the breeze. I got out of philosophy early so I hung out in the quad reading for a while. It was nice.

I also learned today at work that hot sweaty half-naked girls don't give tips. Of course, they're hot sweaty and half-naked, so I don't really care. It was also my last day at this Grinder; when I start work on Wednesday its at the new place, and I get into crazy hours where I'm there until 9:30.

Went and saw Star Wars last night with Riley. It was awesome. I mean... it's about time a good Star Wars movie came out. Its the only one of the new trilogy to even compare to the old trilogy.

Tomorrow I'm headin' off Canada to see a bunch of the Whose Line? guys. It'll be a blast. Rock on.

Slow Progressions

2005-05-25T13:30:00.000-07:00

Sweet New Bass
Originally uploaded by Homerang.

Got my Kaki King CD yesterday. Its pretty cool. She's definitely better live, but the CDs not bad. I practically fell in love with her when we saw her. First of all, because she's an amazing guitarist and she uses unexpected chord progressions, and secondly because after a song or two she started talking about Star Wars. I believe her exact quote was "I've got tickets to see Star Wars tonite... it's gonna suck... ... but I'll see it twenty times anyway." I think me and Riley are gonna try and go see it tonite.

No real reason for the bass picture. I just like to post with pictures, and I didn't think this one had enough views on my flickr. You should click on it. "View" it, if you will.

FX shows Buffy the Vampire Slayer twice a day, which I've been recently re-addicted to. It was the very end of the series. I missed the last two episodes yesterday, apparently. I turned it on today and its the first episode. Figures. Oh well, I'm sure Rach could some how hook me up.

The slow progressions are the gradual happennings that are closing down the quarter. That and the Tom Waits CD I've been listening to. Plenty of slow chord progressions.

Peace.

Bad Music Uses Up Petur's Stored Energy

2005-05-21T22:35:00.000-07:00

Street fair this weekend. As such, and considering I've been spending way too much time on school and work, I've decided to take a complete break of the academic this weekend. No reading, no working on next Friday's paper, no getting started on linguistics homework, no nothin'. TV, street fair, music. That's it. So tonight, in celebration of that, I along with Riley, Jayne, and her boy-toy Zach went to the Harmony Concert of Maestro Sri Chinmoy. It was... terrible. I was discussing this with some guy I met in the bathroom (he had also walked out), and we didn't know if he was just plain bad, or if he was too old now, or what. I'm tempted to think bad, just because he had a tendency to only play one string. On all these instruments with 6-15 strings, he'd play one. After the third song, a mass walk-out sparked up, and maybe half the people left. We stuck around till about the sixth song, or something like that. I was waiting to hear him play the sitar (I love sitars), but by that point I'd realized that I could probably play the sitar at least as well as he could. Plus at the end of the concert, he was supposed to improvise on the piano and... well, I love the piano too much to have it butchered upon by a "maestro". Afterwords I was absolutely starving, which I'm blaming on the use of stored energy.

Much better music at the street fair. It wasn't fantastic, but certainly good enough for me to have stuck around the area for about three hours listening to some steel drum band with a blind guitarist and a country western band called the Haggis Brothers in front of Finn McCool's. Hmm... a country western band with a Scottish name in front of an Irish bar... interesting.

So tonight [adult swim] is showing the first Inuyasha movie. I'm gonna watch it, but I don't think Riley wants to see it in English. She can't stand the English voices, but I don't mind them. I like the Japanese voices better, but I don't the the English voice acting is all that bad... they just have a bland delevery. And Inuyasha doesn't have that growl in his voice, which is dissapointing... God, I'm a dork.

Speaking of supreme dorktitude, I went ahead and e-mailed the Questionable Content guy to ask who this chick was:

because, hey, she's cute. She's just some girl in the "Buy PintSize Hoodies!" ads. I also complimented him on his work. I mean, I haven't got that big ol' web comix addiction, but I love QC, so you should check it out. Yes, I'm talking to you. Both of you.

Musical Baton and Shit

2005-05-20T13:50:00.000-07:00

Total Volume of Music Files on My Computer:
2.5 Days/ 3.92 Gigs... far too much. Its about time for me to clean it up.

The Last CD I Bought Was:
Two of them together, off the internet. Kaki King, Legs to Make us Taller (or something like that), and Victor Wooten, A Show of Hands. Two hopefully fantastic solo instrumental CDs. Kaki King with her unorthodox acoustic style, and Victor Wooten... well, he's just plain an electric bass virtuoso.

Song Playing Right Now:
I actually don't have the need to be constantly listening to music at every given oppurtunity, unlike Riley right next to me who is watching TV whilst listening to her headphones. But the last song I listened to was "Why Don't You Come Over" by Garbage. The last song on their short, but ultimately pretty good, Bleed Like Me.

Five Songs I Listen to a Lot, Or That Mean a Lot to Me:
Hmmm... okay, this one's kinda tough.
"Invitation to the Blue"-- Tom Waits
"No Rain"-- Blind Melon
"Sinkin' Like a Stone"-- Chrome Johnson
"East of the Sun (And West of the Moon)"-- Diana Krall
"Time"-- Pink Floyd
There's a few of my favorites.

Five People to Whom I'm Passing the Baton:
No one. Whoops, I dropped the baton. Or... the five batons. Sue me.

Shaynanites

2005-05-17T00:40:00.000-07:00

So Steph and I have dedicated ourselves to a new relgion after we accepted Shayna into our hearts as our personal lord and savior. Seriously, though, both of us were in seperate tight spots and she has freed us both with a single action. Instead of getting her own place, she's going to move in with me since the Dome totally flaked out on me (alternate entry title: Juck Fustin), and in the month between moving in with me and moving out of the dorms, she's going to stay with Steph. I win because I have a flatmate again, and Steph wins because she can afford her rent for next month. Shayna wins because she gets the room with the balcony and a religion devoted to her. A conclusion that resulted in the maximun net gain for everyone involved... a utilitarian victory for the Grinder Crew.

So I was totally pissed off at Justin for a while (with good reason, assures everyone I've mentioned it to, including Justin), but I'm me, so I'm pretty much over it. I told him on the phone today that had we been in the same room I probably would'a just punched him in the gut and called it even. It just further solidifies my theory of my relationship with Justin: more brother than friend. Because we piss each other off... oftentimes on purpose, but in the end it really doesn't matter what we do to each other, we'll always end up cool. Hell, I played t-ball with the fucker.

Stephanie, after all this had been decided, had to go and bring up the worries. She kindly reminded me than not only will I be living with Shayna, but also WORKING with her, every day. I'll admit that Shayna drives me a little crazy at work now and again, but I just heckle her for a minute or two and I'm good. Our apartment just may or may not end up with a chore wheel.

Alright... enough o' this post. Eventually I'll take some more pictures and internetitize them.

My bass rocks, but needs a name.

Cosmic Highway to the Moon

2005-05-15T01:37:00.000-07:00

I love the feeling of listening to a wonderful sounding Les Claypool and suddenly realizing: "Da da dum da da dum-- wait... I get it!" Fine, so I wasn't even listening to the song. I was just singing it in my head as I was walking around today. So later I tried it out when I was on my bass, and it sounded right. Then I played the song on iTunes and not only did it sound right, but I actually managed it in the right key (which I wasn't sure about because I didn't know if Les wrote it on his four-string or his 6-string). So Jayne, if/when you read this, you should learn to play this song on your guitar, and we could totally wow people at the Trabant. Its, like, a 7 and a half minute song and 5 of them is just a big ol' guitar/bass jam session. It would totally be a blast to play.

Other than that minor victory... I'm still stressed out, for multiple reasons. But at least now I can while away the stressful hours on the cosmic highway to the moon.

"FRUSTRATION."

2005-05-13T00:05:00.000-07:00

-Fujin (FFVIII)

Really, really frustrating week. Presentation, tons of readings, and the workings of papers. The past two days for me have involved very little relaxation or anything other kind of "Peturtime". My days pretty much went like this: Wake up, school, work, homework, go to sleep. I can't wait until tomorrow after work. I just want to lay on the couch and stay there till Monday.

More writings when I'm not so damn tired.

Monday Is Haiku Day

2005-05-09T00:43:00.000-07:00

bass moved into room,
but its getting more cramped here.
awaiting new place.

I've decided that Monday is Haiku Day. Spread the word. I know, I know, I made a couple of posts really quick, but I can promise that they'll become much less frequent with presentations and papers comin' up really fast. I got a lot of my presentation stuff done today, which is awesome. My Dad even helped me out on some stuff. Here's my list of things to worry about before finals:

5.13: Philosophy Presentaion on "Active and Passive Euthanasia"
5.20: 5-7 page term paper for Celtic Civ.
6.3: 5-7 page term paper for philosophy, also on "Active and Passive Euthanasia"

5-7 pages? C'mon, gimme a break. That can hardly be labeled "Term Paper". Not so much a challenge as an annoying weekend-killer. Oh well. After all that I can worry about finals, and then I can chill for a while until my mom comes up at the end of June. Time flys when you're busy. Flies, even.

Okay, I failed to turn "y" into "ie" when adding an "s" to the end of it. That means its time for bed.

Weekend, Dreams, and the In-Betweens

2005-05-08T15:07:00.000-07:00

Hey, I'm a poet and I didn't even realize until I read that last line out loud!

So I had this dream last night, that I felt like sharing, because unlike most dreams it had a plot. I also don't think it had any secret or hidden meanings whatsoever. So here's it is. I think I'm in the army or something like that. Not a modern army, but more like something I'd be looking at in my Celtic History class. Let's just call me a fighter. I'm visiting home, at a party, and I meet a girl, and make sweet love to her behind a tree. I look around the tree to see her father coming (uh oh), so I run out to meet him. He looks like some kinda army general or something, so I act all proud to be able to meet him and call him "Sir" and stuff, but he notices his daughter putting her clothes back on behind me and doesn't seem to like me much anymore. So I'm kicked out of their house, which is huge, by the way. Almost like a castle. I go out and find my buddies and we leave (I don't know who my buddies are... big burly dudes I made up in my head). But as we're on the long walk back to wherever the hell we came from, we get kidnapped, and we end up back in the general's house, in a jail cell. He's madder at me than I thought, apparently. We think we figure out a way to excape: behind the wall of the cell there's a moat-like thing that curves around to the front of the mansion, and then drops down about 50 feet, like a little water fall. We pry up some floor-boards to get to the moat, find some stuff that floats, latch arms, and pray. One very long fall later, we realize that we're not quite free, but managed to fall into what seems like some sort of atrium. We wander around a little bit until we run into a tall, sexy lady scientist, who doesn't seem the least bit surpised to see us there. I make up a quick story about how we got lost and ask her how we could get to the exit (which I thought was pretty quick of me), and she asks us to follow her thru this door. We haven't exited, now we're just locked in the room with that damn general-guy. He is also not very suprised to see us. He goes on some long-winded speech about how I can't be trusted and junk, and I go to this table and see a bunch of profiles and stuff. And I start looking thru photos of myself, and I see pictures of me in high school, and shopping when I was a kid and stuff, and I'm starting to get freaked out. I turn around and start demanding him to tell me why he'd been following me since I was kid, because I'd just met him, like, a day ago. Of course, when I get too emotional in my dreams, I wake up. So then I realize I'm just lying in my bed mumbling "Why have you bee following me?" Which sucked... I really wanted to know how it was going to end.

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there that don't read this. I don't even think MY mother reads this. Which is probably good, 'cause I certainly have a tendency to go into long bouts of foul language while ranting on this. My weekend's going well, if expensively. Day three of Operation Angsty Vegetarian is goin' without a hitch, but I keep having to go out to eat because I keep forgetting that I don't have a lot of veggie food around the house. A smart man would have gone to Safeway, but instead I'll inch thru the weekend expensively until I can get back to free food at the Grinder come Monday. Hung out with Mary on Friday night, which was cool. She's sweet and I don't get to see her enough. Plus late night coffee fixes rock, even if you're stuck with Starbucks. I'm even getting some presentation/term paper work done today.

Well, this legnthy entry is comin' to a close. Watched Primus' Videoplasty last night, and I think I realized that the point of bass nirvana is the Tommy the Cat riff. Once I can get the Tommy the Cat riff, I will have achieved bass transcendence.

Thank you Mary!

Brutus the Uterus

2005-05-08T00:48:00.000-07:00

Brutus the Uterus
Originally uploaded by Homerang.

Pirates and Ninjas and Robots, Oh My!

2005-05-06T19:52:00.000-07:00

I today while walking thru the quad I stumbled upon the great battle ground of a war. The armies? Pirates vs. Ninjas vs. Robots. The pirates gathered in the quad, awaiting their eternal foes, the ninja hoarde. The ninjas sliently moved like shadows out of the crowd, their footsteps eerily silent as they crept upon their victims. But the ruse would not last forever. One pirate voice calls out:
"Yarr! Thar be the ninjas!"
The ninjas abandoned their stealth and charged forward full force.
"They be muliplyin'! Avast ye scurvy landlubbers!"
The battle raged on, but not a ninja nor pirate yet fell in the awful skirmish. Then, out of the east, came the marching of heavy, metallic footsteps. The robots had arrived to annihilate them all. The robots lumbered forth, powerful but not unstoppable. The lithe ninjas slashed their katanas with brilliant accuracy, felling both robot and pirates in a heap around them. The pirates defended themselves with the harsh calls of their native tounge, and the inherent sexiness oozing from within their pores kept all enemies at their bay. For 15 minutes the battle raged on...
The last priate, ninja, and robot fell to the dirt. A sea of blood, weapons, and scrapmetal flowed from the site of the massacre. Not a human nor humanoid was left standing. The ninjas fell silently, the last of the pirates moaned in agony, and into the depths of the night rang the cold, heartless tune that echoed from within the broken speaker of the last robot:
"Jingle bells....... jingle bells..... jingle... all... the............"
In the war between the robots, the pirates, and the ninjas, there are no victors.

Fuckin' Philosophy

2005-05-06T00:26:00.000-07:00

Fuck philosophy. Fuck it in its stupid ass. Wait... even better... fuck me. Fuck in my rational, empathetic ass. Thanks to one particular contemporary moral problem, every time I've eaten meat in the past week I've felt like a complete asshole. We've been talking about factory farming and unneccesary suffering. So this guy Singer (fuck Singer, too) basically proved to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that eating factory farmed meat is morally wrong. Free range meat is cool. Eggs and milk from happy chickens and cows are cool too. But pretty much every meat product in the world is morally wrong. And those that are NOT wrong are more expensive. I'd talk about the argument in more detail, but I don't want to make anyone else go "Goddammit!" anymore at the moment. So now, for a little while at least, I suppose I'll stop eating factory farmed meat. Until this empathy wears off. Curse my good nature!

At least the veggie sandwich at the Grinder is good.

Battle of the Coffee Table

2005-05-03T12:43:00.000-07:00

The Battle of the Coffee Table has come to an end. Its duration was about three days, with the two main fronts of the battle being the living room and the kitchen. A conclusion was reached, and changes in policy will begin on July 1st. Here is the outcome:
Kent/Vidheecharoen Alliance: The couch.
The Doyle-Carli Republic: Set of coffee table and two end tables.
The TV may be given to the KVA as a peace offering, as may a desk to the DCR, though details are to be determined at a later date.

To give Justin an idea of what we've got and what we're gonna need, here's what I bring to the party:
Coffee Table
Two End Tables
LoveSac
Keyboard
A few lefty-instruments your amidextrous ass can't use
One amp
TV stand
PS2
Stuff for my room (bed, nightstand, Drawers)
Fantastic printer
Some Posters (Usual Suspects, Breakfast Club, Kingdom Hearts, Kill Bill 1, Beatles, Nirvana, Silverchair, Clockwork Orange, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Cowboy Bebop, Final Fantasy, and probably a few others)
A pot
A teakettle
Some ugly-ass silverware
Some dishtowels
Microwave
Toaster
Ludwing the Wonderfish

What we need:
Couch
Plates
Cups
Pan
Maybe a lamp or two
Room stuff for you
... you know, we really don't need a whole lot. Couch'll be the hardest thing to get, butwe can get a cheap/free one from Craig's List. The problem lies in moving the thing. Everything'll work out fine. Hopefully most or all of my stuff will fit in my room: guitars and shit. I don't want to spill out into the living room again. The whole things not too bad.

Sweet Apartment Action

2005-04-30T23:38:00.000-07:00

So everything's getting squared away. Paperwork has been secured, sent out to 'rents and Justin, sent back, secured again, and I'm ready to head out in the morning and pay some money. So yeah, that means Justin's coming up. I know its a big change for him: leaving it all to come up here and make a nearly completely different life. But in all honesty, I think it'll do him a lot of good. He seems a bit stuck in post-high school, pre-adult life at the moment, and I think this'll get him out of it. Plus, I'm sure we'll have a blast. He get along like brothers. And the girls are going to move into the same building, maybe even next door, which is so Friends-ish its scary. At any rate, I think next year's gonna be a good one.

Because I Don't Feel Like Going to Sleep...

2005-04-29T00:43:00.000-07:00

And because Jayne did one. And apparently anything you can do I can better. But I'm not gonna do it better. I'm just gonna do it too.

10 RANDOM THINGS ABOUT ME:
1. If my TV broke, and it was stuck on the History Channel forever, I'd be kinda cool with that.
2. I named my guitar Donatello, not Titly McBooberson.
3. I spend very little, then blow all my savings on an impulse buy without regret.
4. I often wonder what it would be like to introduce Mozart to Jazz. I think he'd dig it.
5. I use California Boy cliches like "dig", "bro", "bitchin'", and the peace sign.
6. I sing outloud to myself the whole time I'm at work.
7. I never let anyone else do the dishes, as long as I was a part of the meal that was eaten.
8. I have 2 photos up on my wall: one of my dog Aloysius and one of Sox and the Dome.
9. I'm terribly addicted to caffiene.
10. I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.

9 WAYS TO WIN MY HEART:
1. Sing. You don't even have to be good, but it helps.
2. Laugh at my stupid jokes.
3. Take me to an authentic Mexican restraunt.
4. Play an instrument, any instrument, though bass is doubtlessly the sexiest instrument.
5. Introduce me to new, quirky music that I'd never even heard of before.
6. Do something nice for a stranger.
7. Play video games with me.
8. Argue with me, and sometimes even win.
9. Make me think.

8 THINGS I WEAR/CARRY EVERYDAY:
1. A hat
2. My backpack.
3. A good book.
4. My journal.
5. My cell phone.
6. Glasses.
7. MP3 or CD player.
8. Facial hair, in varrying intensities.

7 THINGS THAT ANNOY ME:
1. Frat boys.
2. Rampant insecurity.
3. Money.
4. Disrespect.
5. Our mutherfucking president.
6. Contagious lists.
7. Everpresent reruns if M*A*S*H.

6 PLACES I'VE VISITED:
1. Ireland.
2. Wales.
3. London.
4. Victoria, B.C.
5. Washington, D.C.
6. Reno (see point 1.10).

5 THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE:
1. Live in another country.
2. Make an album.
3. Compose a piano quintet.
4. That whole marriage and family thing... granted, that will be much later.
5. Get over my insomnia.

4 THINGS I'M AFRAID OF
1. Spiders.
2. Our mutherfucking president.
3. The safety of my friends and family.
4. Being BURIED ALIVE!

3 THINGS I DO EVERYDAY:
1. Make music.
2. Run.
3. Collapse on the couch after work.

2 THINGS I'M TRYING NOT TO DO RIGHT NOW:
1. Worry about my constantly fading internet connection.
2. Sleep.

1 PERSON I WANT TO SEE RIGHT NOW:
1. The Dome with a suitcase and a truckload o' crap.

That was a nice waste of time! Finals next week, wish me luck.

Sweet Bass Action

2005-04-25T13:59:00.000-07:00

So I got a bass the other day. I had to order it online and stuff because I'm a lefty and shopping for left-handed guitars is a bitch. So far I really like it. Bass guitars are just so damn cool, which, for some reason, Jayne can't seem to comprehend. Guitars are cool, no doubt about that, but basses are just so much... smoother.

Out apartment hunting lately. But it's kinda hard because we don't even know what size place to look for. We're looking at three-, two-, and four-bedrooms. Yes. I know how strangely I ordered those numbers. But no four-bedrooms, probably, since the chances of me, Jayne, Riley, and Justin all living together are pretty slim. Justin might come up here, and he seems to be getting more and more into the idea, but nothing is for sure yet. If he does, we'll be getting a two-bedroom, and so far it looks like the place just across the street. The rooms are more evenly sized, and its only a little bit more than this building. And it has the added bonus of being across the street, equalling and easy move. Of course, then I don't even know if I'll have to move straight from here to there, or if I'll have to put my stuff in storage and go to Rancho for a month or two. I'd prefer to just go straight over there, but we'll see. I took a bunch of pictures that I should probably put online so Justin can see them. I'll get around to that tonight, hopefully.

That's it. Busy weekend. Ready for the next one.

Goin' Pro

2005-04-20T00:06:00.000-07:00

So apparently I've been upgraded to flickr pro, thanks to Jayne. I guess Yahoo! bought flickr or something like that, so they actually have money and stuff now, so they upgraded Jayne's pro account for more years, and let her give accounts to some friends. Kinda cool. Now I don't have to go through all that trouble resizing all my pictures before I post them.

Not a whole lot else goin' down. I learned today that I have a midterm of Thursday... I have a lot of studying to do still, but at least I got thru most of the readings today. Yesterday at work I made, like, more than 10 bucks in tips. Funny how the world balances out though, huh? Because today I got one fuckin' dollar. Gragh.

Bought a bass online. Had the money and thought "What the hell?" Another fun thing for me to make music on. One of these days I'm gonna buy an ocarina down at Pike's Market, too. Because, for some reason, Pike's Market is all about ocarinas. Everyone and their grandmother sells ocarinas down there. But yeah, the bass is coming via mail, and I'm really hoping it works out because I'm always at work or school when the mail comes, and if it gets left with Debbie, I never come home till after she's gone. I did remember to tell the girls about it, though, so I'm sure someone will secure the damn thing for me. I wish I could just go out and buy an instrument like a right-handed person. People can be so handedist.

Biff has been moved into a new home. Hopefully he likes it and it makes him happier, 'cause he's been a little nuts lately.

Neighbors Made Up

2005-04-17T13:17:00.000-07:00

At, like, 4:30 last night/this morning. I was gonna go wake Riley up, but the only part I heard is what I like to call the "finale".

Jeb Loves the Cock

2005-04-17T02:59:00.000-07:00

So me and the girls went to Jeb's party tonight. I'm really glad I went out, I kinda needed it. Rather interesting that I was probably one of, what, two straight guys there? The only ones I knew of were me and that creepy guy that kept hitting on Riley. I'm not sure about the girls there; I'm assuming a good deal of them, or at least half, were lesbians, but you never know. Justin, when telling him how many people were gonna be there, pretty much just said "So... shouldn't have too much trouble getting laid then, eh?" Now, truth be told, I'm not in to emotionless sex. Ahdunno, just not my thing. I have nothing against it, I just much prefer to be in a relationship with someone first. Now, as a little nod to Justin, I'd like to make a point that I probably could've scored with who I'll call "Mesh Paties Girl", as per the following conversation:

MPG (more than a little tipsy): Hey... nice hat there! (In response to my orange beanie as I squeeze past her to get more alcohol)
Me: Oh! ... Thanks a lot. (?)
MPG: Oh no, I'm really serious. It would go great with my top. (In reality, no, no it wouldn't at all.)
Me: Uh... Yeah! See you 'round!

"Mesh Panties Girl" is a monicker derived from a second conversation, which I'll leave out here, since its, surprisingly, not especially interseting. Let's just say that, yes, she had mesh panties, and probably won't remember how many people she told she had mesh panties. Oh, and Jeb loves the cock, but I knew that before he was drunk.

Huh... (I'm watching Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex), The Laughing Man is Spike Speigel. One of the few roles I don't mind that voice actor in. He makes a good creepy quiet guy.

Okay. I'm done. Bed time!

Ummm... Nothin' Much

2005-04-12T21:34:00.000-07:00

I just realized that I hadn't written in this in about a week. Nothing much to mention. There was a lot of work for me to do last week: work and readings and paper and stuff. I had to have Steph cover for me Thursday so I would actually write the damn thing. And I don't think I ever did finish all that reading. Most of it, though. I did some over the weekend, actually, but I think I'm still behind on philosophy, which I should be reading right now, but... huh... apparently I'm not.

Check out the Dome's page. That lucky fuckin' putz. Proof that random good things can happen.

I was having a bad day. I wasn't looking forward to work at all. Radio's been acting nuts, so I brought in a couple CDs, so after I figured out how to work the 50 CD changer (it took quite a while) I popped in Diana Krall Live in Paris, and it toally made my day. Sometimes I forget that jazz can totally make my day. People who came in even went, like, "Good sandwich... and great music, too!" I took them as personal compliments, as the music was from my personal collection.

"Take your balls outta your purse and step up to flavor!"

"passive"

2005-04-06T00:51:00.000-07:00

Title of my B-track for my hit single... song-who's-name-I-can't-remember-did-it-ever-have-one?... anyway, this song is called "passive". Fuck the other song, I can't play it anyway. With a lower-case "p". Ahdunno, it just seems to fit better with a lowercase letter. It's passive, you know... whatever. Anyway, its a nice tune in my head, though it doesn't work very well on piano and I'm still only, like, 30% on guitar. But I can play enough to play the chords, so at least I can make sure the chords all sound good together, and I can worry about the rest later.

As for other news... there really isn't any. Went out to dinner. The Continental, again. Everyone wants Greek food lately, apparently. But this time the waitress gave us free desert! No, I don't know why. Steph said she liked me. I said "hrmmm...". Then Steph said "Maybe she'll talk Greek to you!" [eyebrow eyebrow], which just left me confused. Add a needlessly long conversation about the role of foreign language in foreplay, a tasty lamb burger (I prefer the meat I eat to be cute and cuddly), and a drawing on the ceiling of her car, and my exciting night was over. Talked to Sox, too, which was cool because I don't talk to her enough. She won't be getting a tattoo with me.

Oh yeah, I want a tattoo. And I actually found the lady I want to do it! A lady that knows Celtic art, too, so I won't have to go out and find an artist to draw me something first. She's in Santa Barbara, so the plan for now is that when I go home over the summer, me and the few friends I have left are going on a day trip to Santa Barbara where there will be beach fun to have by most, and painful needle chair action to be had by me. I'm trying to get others to get tattoos, too, but Jusin's indecisive, Aileen's horribly intolerant to pain, and Rachel's mormon (and I'm pretty sure its against her religion to get a tattoo). Maybe Thom'll want in on it, since he should be down in the area, too.

Okay, I've got school in the morning.

Why won't Guero work on my MP3 player?

"I'm Tired Of Your Violence"

2005-04-05T00:36:00.000-07:00

Okay, so after listening to my assumedly illegal copy of the new Garbage CD (well, okay, I know that my copy is illegal, but I'm assuming that the copy I got a copy from was illegal to begin with, since I've had the CD all weekend and it doesn't come out for another week), and then seeing Jayne's link to a Gorillaz video, I thought I'd check out to see if there are any videos yet for their new CD. The answer: yes, there's a video, but the cool part was stuff I found looking for the video. I found a bunch of recordings of a little show they did, all acoustic-like. Which is really cool, considering that Garbage is, for all effective purposes, a studio band, and the acoustic versions of Paraoid, Only Happy When It Rains, and Vow (that one I didn't expect) sound a hell of a lot different. There's also a recording of Thirteen, which was a B-side I haven't heard in years. The recording sounds like Nirvana's Unplugged Show: roughly the same number of instruments, small, intimate atmosphere, and little bits of banter between songs... you know, all the cool things minus the greatness that I always associate with Nirvana's Unplugged show. Don't get me wrong, its not bad at all, but Unplugged is just such an awesome album.

So I was listening to Special, and I realized that she's saying "I'm tired of your violence", not "I tried over violence". Which means I've been singing the wrong lyrics for... when did 2.0 come out?... seven years. Thankfully, I don't think anyone's ever heard me sing the wrong lyrics, because I don't often sing Garbage in the presence of others. Maybe a select few songs... Special is not one of them.

So Garbage's new ablum is good... easily their best since their debut, though Jayne doesn't agree with me at all. She really liked 2.0 for some reason... I'm going to equate her fondness for 2.0 with her not being able to tell how much better my guitar sounds than hers... same kinda thing. Haha. Beck's new CD is good, too. But Beck is, just in general, so much better than Garbage that the levels of "goodness" assigned here have been relative to each artist. Go buy Guero. Steal Bleed Like Me off the internet.

Sometimes I forget I'm kinda in love with Shirley Manson... you gotta love girls with accents.

Daylight Savings Can Caulk My... wait, this isn't going anywhere good

2005-04-04T00:50:00.000-07:00

I hate Daylight Savings Time. Its so pointless. I mean we turn the clocks up an hour, and a while later we turn them back an hour. Its way outdated. And contrary to Jayne's belief, the abolition of the Daylight Savings Time system would NOT mess up the clocks. +1 and -1 average out to 0, so there are no lasting effects of Daylight Savings. As a matter of fact, Arizona has no Daylight Savings, and things work out for them just fine.

I have taken a poll, and so far 100% have agreed that Daylight Savings is dumb. Here's a bar graph:

Daylight Savings Time Opinions
_
l l 100%
l l
l l
l l
(fuckin' dumb)

There you have it. Scientific proof that Daylight Savings Time is stupid. I would have taken a poll of twice as many people, but Mary never responded to the question.

Because I Remembered That Ludwig Never Got a Picture

2005-04-03T17:44:00.000-07:00

ludwig
Originally uploaded by zephyrbunny.

Here's one from Jayne's flickr. A lot nicer than any of mine, due to the fact that my camera has no manual focus, and enjoys focusing on thing very far behind Ludwig.

Please Do Not Shoot The Pianist, He Is Doing His Best

2005-03-31T11:43:00.000-08:00

So the finger's healing up quite nicely. I'm actually typing with it now, so that's cool. I can kinda almost sorta maybe really lightly play piano with it, too, but it still hurts. For some reason I can't play the black keys. I don't know why they're worse than the white keys, but they are. Dissapointing, because I like the black keys, but at least I can still play in C.

Our apartment is like a pet store now. My fish Ludwig, Riley's snake Biff, all of Biff's feeder fish, and Riley's new gerbils Max and Sam. Its kinda crazy.

I'm getting more hours at work now, and that's cool. Next week I'll start closing every night, which just means that I get to work on Monday's and Friday's too, now. Plus, I start at 3 sometimes, so that's, like, 8 hours more a week. But I don't think I work with Steph at all anymore, which sucks because, you know, her company is infinitely better than no company at all. Oh well, more tips for me, I suppose.

If you didn't know that the quote is from Oscar Wilde, you shoul.

"Dear Anonymous"

2005-03-28T00:43:00.000-08:00

So day 3 of the Petur-can't-make-any-music-athon was aching. Not physical aching (though the finger pain has decreased a bit), but that inner, needing to create something but can't aching. Usually I'm okay taking like a weekend off or something, but over the break I'd become even more attached to the whole endeavor of making music, and now was not a time that wanted to be kept away from my guitar. I was totally on a roll: I wrote a whole song Thursday night that I actually liked, which is rather odd. and the rest of the week I was writing other songs, all of which are unfinished. Three of them, I believe, which all need at least one more verse each. But the one I wrote on Thursday was cool, and people I showed the lines to online while I was writing it seemed to dig it, too. So, out of need to express myself, and sudden inability to create my favorite form of art for a while longer, I've decided to regurgitate and post at least the lyrics I wrote. Enjoy them, or don't, whatever. The whole idea behind the song is that I felt like writing a love song, but have no one to write one for, so I created a composite character and named her "Anonymous".

"Dear Anonymous"

Try to be the best man I can
Can't be more than what I am,
Though I know you don't give a damn.
Tendencies to fuck up anything good,
to not do all those things I should,
Maybe a bit misunderstood.

And I don't see
why you won't be the one for me.
Babe, I'm no more than us,
my dear Anonymous.

Though memories will start to fade
feelings linger anyway,
but what side should I obey?
Blackin' out's a last cause,
one of my kinds many flaws,
if you remember how that was.

And I don't see
why you won't be the one for me.
Babe, I'm no more than us,
my dear Anonymous.

There. Barring any unfortunate typing errors I may have missed (I accidentally wrote "dead Anonymous" more than once) , there is my latest creation. And it's quite a catchy tune, if I may say so myself. I quite like it. Maybe in a couple months someone will be able to hear it!

"So how is your finger?"-Mom
"Divided upon itself."-p.

Petur the Klutz

2005-03-26T12:19:00.000-08:00

I'm Still My Father's Son
Originally uploaded by Homerang.

New lifelong body alteration.

Conversation with Riley:
{Riley spills juice on herself}
"Dammit! I am my mother's daughter."
{Petur holds up finger}
"Its okay, I'm my father's son. At least you get to keep all your body parts."

Biff the Snake

2005-03-26T12:18:00.000-08:00

Biff the Snake
Originally uploaded by Homerang.

New pet.

... I Did It Again

2005-03-25T21:04:00.000-08:00

So I knew it was gonna be only a matter of time before I drew blood at the Grinder, but I was hoping it would be more time later, and less blood drawn. I was cutting basil and... aw man! I ran my finger under the tap for a second and wrapped it in a paper towel real quick, then turned around and looked at the knife... and the rest of my figure. I took a nice chunk out of the side of my finger, pretty much to the nail. At least it wasn't the tip of my finger. But still, it hurts like a bitch. Terry was really cool though, and gave me some money to go get bandages and stuff.

Okay, finger pain. I'm done typing.

Biff the Snake

2005-03-24T00:49:00.000-08:00

Yo. Not a whole lot goin' down lately. Steph's taking more time off work, which means I get more time on. Win-win, I think. She needs a break, and I need something to do to keep me from getting bored during my uneventful break. It's lookin' like the Grinder might just not close down on me. That would be good. My place of business staying in business would be good. But there's still quite a significant chance that I'll be unemployed sometime soon. More reason for taking discarded hours.

So I was hangin' out, watchin' my new Primus DVD when Riley walked thru the door, home from work and textbook exchanging and whatnot. She walks in with a big armfull o' crap. Apparently, over the course of her day's walk, she decided that we needed a new friend, and went and bought a snake named Biff. We love Biff. Well, me and Riley love Biff, I'd classify Jayne more as tolerating Biff. She's not disgusted by him, but I doubt I'll ever see her holding him or anything. So me, Riley, and Biff all sat around watching TV for a while today before I went to work. After work I hung out around here with the girls and Enzo, because Jayne's leaving again in the morning, and I thought I'd rather hang out with her tonight than see The Ring 2 with a bunch of other people. Oh well, perhaps horror sequels some other time.

Well, that's about it. I took pictures of Biff, but they're still on my camera and my camera's in the other room, where Enzo is sleeping on the couch, and I don't know exactly where it is, so I'd just be rooting around forever. I'll put a picture on here next time.

"ALL PLAY!!"

Insomniatic Ramblings

2005-03-22T02:33:00.000-08:00

I think I just made up a new word. Or maybe its always been a word, and I just never knew it. So I laid down to go to bed, oh... an hour ago. Nothin'. So here I am, venting some of my thoughts in a desperate attempt to quite my mind down just barely long enought to fall asleep. God, I'd love a shot of whiskey about now. Or, you know... four. Wouldn't get me drunk, but I'm sure it would quite my mind down enough to get some sleep. I think four would be the perfect number of shots of whiskey for me at this moment. How about you? Comment how many shots of whiskey you'd enjoy at the moment.

Making music is fun. And sanity-protecting. I spent a vast majority of today locked up in my room writing music. I'm quite happy with the results so far. I'd play at Open Mic Night next week, but, as odd as it may seem, I wrote music that really doesn't sound very good on just an acoustic guitar. I've been in a rather grunge rock-y mood lately, and that certainly shows when I sit down with my guitar for 4 hours. So I've got this big, loud song in my head that I can't play. That will probably never BE played, which kinda sucks. But oh well, I don't write music to be a famous rock star, anyway (though wouldn't that be fuckin' cool?), I write it to stop me from going insane. So while it should be lamented that this song I've created will probably never be completed, I won't lament it for very long. There are other songs. Lots of them. Quite a few right now, in my head, that just need some lyrics to make them complete. No drums, no bass lines, no fancy distortion and what-not. Just the right mood to finish lyrics to an upbeat acoustic song. So we'll see how that comes along, and sometime relatively soon I will play at Open Mic Night again.

I'm thinking about going home for longer than just the week and a half before summer quarter, and just not take Spanish over the summer. Its not like I need the credits or anything: I'm taking Latin I as soon as school starts in the fall again. I figure I could use a break. A real one, anyway. And two or three weeks in California would probably do me good. More than that would probably kill me, and less would just piss off the friends that I still have down there. So I'm just trying to figure out when to go. If Thom's going to Shari's wedding, then I'll go home for that, since it's nice to actually fucking see my brother. Kevin's schedule is harder to sychronize with, but I figure if I'm gonna be there for that long, he's bound to be home for at least a couple days.

Hmmm... I wonder if the neighbors broke up, I haven't heard them fucking in, like, a month. They used to wake me up 3 or 4 nights a week, not counting the nights I was already awake.

I don't care what Justin says. Chrome Johnson fucking rocks.

OK Cupid Tests Are The Devil

2005-03-20T20:11:00.000-08:00

So I'm totally fuckin' addicted to OK Cupid tests. Riley mentioned it offhand in a random conversation, like, four days ago, and I checked in one day when I was bored. Now I've taken so many fuckin' tests that I don't even know how to finish that setence. I'm not there to date or anything, I'm just totaly diggin' the tests. If you look down you'll see that I've been deemed likely to survive the zombie invasion, which you know is gonna happen. And since I live in an actual city now, it's more likely that I'll be experiencing it personally. So yeah, if the zombies come, you should hang out with me. Or with someone who passed the test better than I did. I probably got marked down because I said I'd try to help random people I saw along the street. I think generally you're supposed to let them die, but I don't have it in me, even if all the circumstances are hypothetical and the people fictitious. I'm also only a little pedantic, which is generally a good thing. You don't want to be too pedantic.

Thom sent me a bunch of CDs the other day. I'm slowly getting through them, but there's quite a few. I've gotten through Chrome Johnson and a little bit of Buckethead, and I'm working my way through to Thelonius Monk and some more of what I'm anticipating to be astounding music. Chrome Johnson is fucking awesome. Thom was telling my how amazing the guitar-playing was, and he was right. I was walking around with it in my headphones the other day, and got weird looks when I just stopped in the street and exclaimed "... Jesus Christ!" Really awesome music. I love it when my brother sends me music.

Yeah, that's it. Keepin' busy and working during break. Not a whole lot else, though. So yeah... goin' alright.

Happy St. Pat-- Oh, Just Fuck It

2005-03-18T15:19:00.000-08:00

Yeah. So happy St. Patrick's Day, I guess. I didn't really have a St. Patrick's Day, though. I wore green, and worked, and went out to dinner, and played DDR with Riley. Steph didn't remember what she did last night. I wish I didn't remember what I did last night. But oh well, too late now. No real biggie, though, just sometimes I wish I hung out with more people that drank.

Getting a pretty full day of working, today, which is cool. I could use the money and the it kills the time. On one hand, breaks are great: you get to relax, do whatever you want, maybe even go somewhere. On the other hand, they're not very exciting sometimes. I'm not going anywhere, and I lost the ability to do nothing all day a long time ago. I'm playing my guitar a lot. I want to finish some of my songs this week. That'd be nice. Written progress I can witness is a good thing and reminds me that I didn't waste a whole fuckin' day. So yeah, lotsa work is good. And money. God, I could some more money. I mean, I've got a little in the bank, but since I've got that whole I-hate-that-my-parents-are-paying-for-everything thing, I'm determine to at least cover one or two months myself. So since I spent so much damn money this weekend (but oh, it was worth it), I'm takin' it easy and will live on tips for a while. I'm hopin' I get enough to go to the movies tonight.

Jayne's gone to Maryland (pronunciation: MAR-eh-lend), and I hope she's having a good time. Its just me and Riley for a while, which is cool. I mean, Jayne was so busy its pretty much been just me and Riley for a month now, so it's really not that big of a deal. We're keeping ourselves occupied.

Hmm... not a whole lot else goin' on right now, and I've gotta get to work here in a little bit. Peace out, homies.

"Because that's what self-caulkers do: they go back for more meat."

Yeah, Bitch!

2005-03-17T14:03:00.000-08:00

Official Survivor
Congratulations! You scored 67%!

Whether through ferocity or quickness, you made it out. You made the
right choice most of the time, but you probably screwed up somewhere.
Nobody's perfect, at least you're alive.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 44% on survivalpoints

Link: The Zombie Scenario Survivor Test written by ci8db4uok on Ok Cupid

For Justin

2005-03-16T19:48:00.000-08:00

Fuck Wazzu
Originally uploaded by Homerang.

Happy, and Maybe a Little Fat

2005-03-14T21:19:00.000-08:00

Photo Booth Fun
Originally uploaded by Homerang.

So holy shit. That was a weekend. Kinda crazy. Ended up seeing Jennifer, Haley, Hiedi, and Riley's dad. Yes, they're all Riley's friends from Alaska, but my friends never come and see me, and I like them all so well, that they're gonna be my friends to. But hanging out with Jennifer and Haley the other day I just thought, "Huh... you know (this is me talking to myself, mind you), if I never once met Riley, I think I'd still talk to and get along fabulously with these people." Sometimes, friends of friends are really cool. I guess its hit and miss. It's either oh-no-get-away-from-me-you-creep-me-out or woo-hoo-insta-friend. Riley's friends all come from the second kind.

Me, Riley, Haley, and Jennifer all hung out and when to the Seattle Center the other day. We saw Robots (meh), and played around for a while. Its Irish week, so there was Irish dancing and stuff in the big... food... building... thing. Then we had photo booth fun at the FUN FORREST. It was very wooded. The night before we went out to fancy dinner at the Dahlia Lounge (not the Dali Lama lounge, apparently), where I had fantastic rib meat and a little bit of everyone else's food, too. THEN we saw Aliens at the Egyptian. And today we went downtown with Jennifer and Riley's dad and saw Jen off and had MORE good food at the Icon Grill (BEST BATHROOMS EVER*). Riley insists the fried chicken is the best ever, but I still hold North Woods Inn's in higher esteem. So many activities it makes my head want to explode with friendly goodness! It also really make me want some of MY friends to visit sometime.

Things are slowing down now. Riley's dad is leaving tomorrow, I believe, and finals are done (I took them all in the midst of the madness). Two weeks now of just work to keep me occupied. I think I'm gonna enjoy the little break, though. I'll start running again tomorrow, since it feels like its been ages since I did it, though it was only Thursday. After that is when visitors started showing up, and I was consistently out. Oh, I got a bitchin' new journal today and some crumpets and honey. Mmmm... Pike's Martket rocks.

*There's a mirror in front of the urinal so you can see behind you, where there are multiple TVs. When you stand in front of the urinal, there's a motion activated thing that turns on some uber-dramtic war music and the TVs that show rivers and geysers and little kids playing with hoses and stuff.

Finals Week Makes Me Feel Like... A Wet Hamster?

2005-03-10T14:49:00.000-08:00

Max after a bath
Originally uploaded by Citizen Rob.

Okay, that's a lie. Granted, usually its true, but this quarter is a joke, and I'm handling finals with that in mind. My first one is done, and it was pretty easy. It was worth 60 points, I think, and while I don't think I did fantastic on a mojority of the test, the fact that I nailed the 16 points of extra credit totally made up for it. I'm guessing a very solid grade. The only way I could mess this quarter up now is it I forgot to get scantron sheets tomorrow. Of course, now that I said that, I will, and I'll fail and drop out of college.

I want to go to Belfast. I want someone to go to Belfast with me. I don't NEED anyone to go with me, but it would be nice. I' starting to look into the study abroad things again, and I think I can afford it. I mean, like, ME. Not my parents sending me to Belfast. I mean I'm pretty sure I can cover the difference between tuition and study abroad. How cool would that be?

Of course, right now I think I'm getting sick (sore throat) so at the moment I don't want to go ANYWHERE. Except maybe to Petco to get a hamster... just so I could give it a bath. HAHAHAHA! I LOVE this picture!

Everything Kinda Sucks... Why Don't I Care?

2005-03-10T00:05:00.000-08:00

lovesac
Originally uploaded by zephyrbunny.

Seriously. I've got writer's block, nothing to do, and achy fingers (read: can't play guitar anymore today), a final tomorrow that I don't really know how to prepare for because we haven't really done much of anything in that class, and I got a negatively ambiguous "Maybe" today when I asked Steph on a date (and don't ask me how something can be negatively ambiguous). But for some reason... I don't really care. I mean, yeah, I care that I'm more than likely to NOT have a date come Friday, but none of this shit has got me down. I can't come up with much of a reason why. It's like I'm in this infallible good mood were in my head everything is going to work out just fine. Most of today seemed rather dream-like, actually. Could be the insomnia, but I usaully get the all day "Super Exhaustion" before I get the "Am I Dreaming or Awake?" feeling.

The best answer I can come up with: its fuckin' cherry blossom season, bitch! And when you've got good music to listen to, a warm sun out, and cherry blossoms all fuckin' OVER the place (and a LoveSac can't hurt), life seems a bit better than it was last week. So I'm gonna go ahead and live it up, because apparently as long as there are pink flowers all over the trees, I can do no wrong.

Hmmm... that'd be a weird mutant power.

I Love Cherry Blossom Season

2005-03-08T15:32:00.000-08:00

Blossoms
Originally uploaded by Homerang.

I mean seriously. I love it. I tried to explain it to the Dome the other night, but his reaction was pretty much "... Why the fuck would I care?" But its just been so nice here that its crazy. Everything's blooming and the sun's up. Today was 65 degrees and everywhere smelled fantastic. I've started to just hang out in the quad and take pictures of all the people taking pictures or the trees. Today I was watching these two girls, and one was trying to take a picture of the other while she was jumping... so to time the picture right they were going "1... 2... 3... NOW! 1... 2... 3... NOW! " I tried to get a picture of her jumping, too, but didn't get one. I picked a little cluster from one of the trees (which might be illegal... ahdunno. I know that picking their roses is something like a $50 or $100 fine), and hung it up at the Grinder. Actually I picked it and took a picture of it and I'm e-mailing it to Rachel tonight, because I called her last night to talk to her, and she picked up the phone and just started SOBBING. I figure she deserved a flower. I'll be flickr-ing it later tonight, too, so check it out.

Tonight's my first night of closing alone, I believe. I'm not too excited or worried or... well, let's just say that I don't have much of a reaction to it at all. It's bound to be boring, I suppose, but that's alright. Its good work. I should go running tonight, too, because I haven't in quite a while. Might not get to it till late, though, because I have to do laundry first (my runnign clothes are RANK). Okay, I'm rambling now. I'm out.

Fluids... Fluids Spurting EVERYWHERE!!

2005-03-07T12:54:00.000-08:00

I'm rather surprised that I never stopped to write in this thing this weekend. I mean, I had a rather interesting weekend and not very much of it was spend sleeping, so you'd thing that somewhere along the line I'da done the blog thing, but oh well. It's not like I have a whole lot of readers. So Friday night I had fun. Had plans to go out to dinner with Shayna because we hadn't done it in a while, and I hadn't worked with her in a long time and, well, its good to see Shayna now and then. As a last minute addition, Steph came along with us as well. You see, Steph and Shayna close on Fridays, so I just dropped by the Grinder after closing to get Shayna. So Steph called her date, who fehckin' canceled on her, the crazy bastard. He said he had to do his homework and he couldn't stay up very late. Jasus feckin' Christ! What kinda lame excuse is dat? So we went to the Mongolian Grill and the Trabant Lounge, and generally took Steph out to a nice evening because some dick totally screwed her over in the bad way. Later we came back to my apartment and watched Boondock Saints, since Steph has been chastizing me for weeks for not havng seen it, being the Irish child I am.

Saturday night we all had this big group ready to go to see Disco Dolls in Hot Skin, a 3-D porn movie showing at the Egyptian at midnight. One by one, everyone in our group kept dropping like flies. Steph got sick, so Steph's friends didn't go, Riley lost interest in the idea, Jayne probably wasn't going in the first place, and one or two guys just never showed up. You know who that left? Me and Shayna. We went from a huge-ass group to just me and Shayna, effectively transforming the situation from a large group of friends laughing at pornography to two friends having a slightly awkward hour and a half of watching other people do it. It amazed me how drop dead ugly most of the people in the movie were. They wre either aesthetically unappealing or really hairy women. I am personally glad how far we have come from the 70's. Everyone has the right to trim pubic hair. Plus Shayna's quitting smoking, so she was a bit odd all night. She called me three times as I'm walking to the bus stop to tell me I missed the bus, even though I kept telling her I was getting on at a different stop. Her last call went a litte like this:

"Well, that's it, you missed it. We're turning on to the bridge now."
"Huh? What bridge? Didn't you just get on the bus?"
"Yeah and now we're getting on the bridge."
"...Are you going the right direction?"
"Yes, I am. After we stop in front of Lander, we're getting on the bridge. You missed it."
"... Shayna, look out the window."
"... Oh, there you are. I see you. I thought you missed it!"
"Obviously."

But we all love her, and we're trying to help her as best we can. I'm rooting for her, though I am thankful I don't work with her much anymore. :)

Sunday... Sunday nothing happened. So far today nothing has happened. Something needs to happen.

"I think before my days are done, I want to be a fisherman. Call me John the Fisherman."

Wet, Dopey... Real Nerd

2005-03-03T22:22:00.000-08:00

Isn't that cool? Its an anagram of my name (full name: Peter Andrew Doyle). I got it from this neat little dohickey called the Anagramg Genius (www.anagramgenius.com). Its only a free trial version, and I think I'm allowed to look up anagrams for 4 more names. Anyway, here are some of the other ones it came up with for me...

New, Delayed Report.
Woe! Tenderly Raped.
Tone Dead Wry Leper.
Lewd, Earned Poetry.
... Per Wanted Yodeler.
Repeatedly Own Red.
We Lend Dear Poetry.

... and many, many more! These were my favorite. Some don't make any sense, they're just words next to each other, but those above were all pretty cool. I'm sure there were more good ones, but I could only read through them all for so long. I like the one that calls me a leper.

Yeah, thats the big thing for today. Not many other eventful happenings. I worked. Cool. I'm getting a few more hours. More cool. Shayna's trying to quit smoking, which is cool, but I have to work with her, which I'm anticipating being not cool. I've hung around with people trying to quite smoking before, and its not usually very fun. I wish her the best of luck, though, and I really hope she pulls through with it. She's gonna try to get by on suckers instead. Pull out of purse, unwrap, stick in mouth on the way to class. Rather like lighting a ciggarette, eh? So good luck Shayna!

You ever have that feeling of your heart stuck in your throat? Yeah, me too. Ever had it stuck in there for about three weeks? Its not comfortable. I'm trying to get it out of there by Monday.

I can't afford another guitar... I can't afford another guitar... I can't afford another guitar...