Sunday, February 24, 2002
Saturday, February 23, 2002
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Chemical Bomb by The Aquabats....MMMhmmmm
---feeling slightly sick
Updates in Grant's life:
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*My pictures keep falling off the wall, I hate that sticky wall putty
*My middle finger from my left hand feels broken, I hurt it like three weeks ago, it still hurts
*I saw Count of Monte Cristo last night...it wasn't that great...at least in my opinion
*I ganked 4 tennis balls from the tennis courts yesterday, I don't know what to do with them
*It's disturbing having an 18"x 24" picture that looks kind of like you sitting around
*I have nothing exciting to talk about
*I'm going now
*bye
---listening to Chemical Bomb by The Aquabats....MMMhmmmm
---feeling slightly sick
Updates in Grant's life:
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*My pictures keep falling off the wall, I hate that sticky wall putty
*My middle finger from my left hand feels broken, I hurt it like three weeks ago, it still hurts
*I saw Count of Monte Cristo last night...it wasn't that great...at least in my opinion
*I ganked 4 tennis balls from the tennis courts yesterday, I don't know what to do with them
*It's disturbing having an 18"x 24" picture that looks kind of like you sitting around
*I have nothing exciting to talk about
*I'm going now
*bye
Thursday, February 21, 2002
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to the soothing sounds of the Red House Painters
---feeling unartistic (is that a word?)
I just spent two hours on a dynamically lit, charcole self-portrait of myself. Hmm...I guess "self-portrait" implies that it was of myself. Whatever. I'm thinking that it's all good and then I take it out of the bathroom (uh..let me explain...I needed controlled lighting, so I took a lamp into the bathroom to use the only mirror in this proximity. This confused my suitemate as he walked in to go to the bathroom) and I put it down to look at it and I realize that the bottom of the face is too thin, the right eye is bigger than the left, and...it just sucks. Ok...so it doesn't really "suck", but at least in my opinion it is horrible. Terrible. I should never be allowed to touch charcole again, or pencils, or pens...HEY...that would get me out of school work! Cool.
So Aaron donated my silverware to Aramark...the dining service here. There was this mountainous pile of plates, cups, bowls, silverware, and ants on top of our refrigerator. Aaron thought it would be nice to take them to the dish return place, so he did...but he did so without realizing that my silverware was mixed in. Oh well, I'll just have to gank some from the caffeteria.
Speaking of food...the ants won't go away. They are attacking non-food items. I fear for my life.
I walked through the campus the other day and saw hordes of men in their mirrored aviator sunglasses, plain suits, short haircuts, earpieces, and small briefcases that housed automatic weapons. I laughed as I thought to myself, "Secret service agents." Funny they should be so steriotypical. It seems that Dick Cheney's wife was here for some reason, and so she took half the secret service with her to protect her from the unruly college kids still drunk from the partys the night before. Or from the cockroaches that scurry everywhere. Maybe she's afraid of cockroaches. But I think we should have had snipers on the roofs...that would have been cooler. Snipers, just like ninjas, make anything cooler.
There is a point where bravery turns into sheer stupidity. The day of the secret service agents was one of those days. Some kid who must have bathed in marijuana leaves 10 minutes before judging by the smell walked up to a secret service agent who was about his size and said, "You don't look so tough...I bet I could kick you ass!" Needless to say he was ejected from the campus.
I am Jack's feeling of complete restlessness
Last night I got in bed at 10:30pm...I looked up at the clock after laying there and not even getting close to sleeping and saw 1:00am...that's probably not a good thing.
Alright...you know how you come here and you read my site? And then you get to the end of the thing I recently wrote and you see "posted by Grant Paige" then the time and then a little button that says, "comment"....well....that is meant for you to press and comment (just like the word says) on what you have read. I like comments. They make me feel special. I can then make my own comments on your comments and it's like this little message board thing and we all smile and the peasants rejoice and the angels sing hallelujah. See? Easy as that. Now do it.
---listening to the soothing sounds of the Red House Painters
---feeling unartistic (is that a word?)
I just spent two hours on a dynamically lit, charcole self-portrait of myself. Hmm...I guess "self-portrait" implies that it was of myself. Whatever. I'm thinking that it's all good and then I take it out of the bathroom (uh..let me explain...I needed controlled lighting, so I took a lamp into the bathroom to use the only mirror in this proximity. This confused my suitemate as he walked in to go to the bathroom) and I put it down to look at it and I realize that the bottom of the face is too thin, the right eye is bigger than the left, and...it just sucks. Ok...so it doesn't really "suck", but at least in my opinion it is horrible. Terrible. I should never be allowed to touch charcole again, or pencils, or pens...HEY...that would get me out of school work! Cool.
So Aaron donated my silverware to Aramark...the dining service here. There was this mountainous pile of plates, cups, bowls, silverware, and ants on top of our refrigerator. Aaron thought it would be nice to take them to the dish return place, so he did...but he did so without realizing that my silverware was mixed in. Oh well, I'll just have to gank some from the caffeteria.
Speaking of food...the ants won't go away. They are attacking non-food items. I fear for my life.
I walked through the campus the other day and saw hordes of men in their mirrored aviator sunglasses, plain suits, short haircuts, earpieces, and small briefcases that housed automatic weapons. I laughed as I thought to myself, "Secret service agents." Funny they should be so steriotypical. It seems that Dick Cheney's wife was here for some reason, and so she took half the secret service with her to protect her from the unruly college kids still drunk from the partys the night before. Or from the cockroaches that scurry everywhere. Maybe she's afraid of cockroaches. But I think we should have had snipers on the roofs...that would have been cooler. Snipers, just like ninjas, make anything cooler.
There is a point where bravery turns into sheer stupidity. The day of the secret service agents was one of those days. Some kid who must have bathed in marijuana leaves 10 minutes before judging by the smell walked up to a secret service agent who was about his size and said, "You don't look so tough...I bet I could kick you ass!" Needless to say he was ejected from the campus.
I am Jack's feeling of complete restlessness
Last night I got in bed at 10:30pm...I looked up at the clock after laying there and not even getting close to sleeping and saw 1:00am...that's probably not a good thing.
Alright...you know how you come here and you read my site? And then you get to the end of the thing I recently wrote and you see "posted by Grant Paige" then the time and then a little button that says, "comment"....well....that is meant for you to press and comment (just like the word says) on what you have read. I like comments. They make me feel special. I can then make my own comments on your comments and it's like this little message board thing and we all smile and the peasants rejoice and the angels sing hallelujah. See? Easy as that. Now do it.
Tuesday, February 19, 2002
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Incubus
---feeling alarmed
It's been a while since I last updated...sorry bout that. I didn't get anyone writing me saying, "You had better update soon or someone's gonna die!!!" I guess nobody cares. Fine. Be that way. Lower my self-esteem and self-worth. I can take it. *sob sob*
Roommate update:
Aaron has been pretty busy as usual. But he has still found time to update his webpage. Therefore, it is time to defend myself. I do NOT believe that love is fast food. I was using an example of a situation I had been in, fast food happened to be part of it. And I never said I was an anti-corporate revolutionary. I'm far from it. I drive a car, I eat meat, I buy Starbuck's coffee, heck...I even buy flowers on Valentine's Day. But I do see the corporate corruption that has taken place and see that in a perfect world...it would not happen. Oh well...I'm no Ghandi.
Ed is still complaining that eating and sleeping are taking all of his time and telling us how he would be so much more productive if he didn't have to partake in these menial tasks. He has been blogging like a mad-man, working on his blog in every spare moment he has to get the band section of his page up. Go there...tell him it's good...make him feel special.
Driving by Rite-Aid I saw a sign that said, "Valentine's Hamsters $9.99" Um...what the heck is a Valentine's Hamster? I mean...really. "Here you go honey, I got you a Valentine's Hamster this year because flowers are so overdone." I was really anxious to go there just to see what it was they were actually selling. But I ran out of time.
The ants are back...with avengence. This time instead of going after one thing...like the garbage can or the cake sitting on the window sill that has been there for three weeks...they are just amassing in our room. Like they are preparing for battle and need a place to meet before the attack...and our room seems quite popular. Then there are the suicidal ants that trecked into the freezer only to die in sub-zero temperatures while trying to eat rock hard frozen ice cream and whatever else is frozen to the sides of the freezer and would take a chisel to get out.
So I went to a restaurant in Hollywood and the waiters are used to famous people coming in. But they happened to think that I was Chad Murray from Dawson's Creek. Um...I don't think I look like him...but whatever...it was dark in the restaurant...and maybe they were high.
Yeah...it's time to go. I have homework due tomorrow and I am still tired. Last night I was so tired I wasn't woken up by Ed and Aaron screaming Music Is My Aeroplane by the Red Hot Chili Peppers in horrible British accents. Yeah...told you I was tired. So I think that getting to bed at a decent time tonight would be a good idea. Plus I enjoy dreaming...sometimes I can't wait to sleep just to enter my world of dreams. I look forward to sleeping tonight.
---listening to Incubus
---feeling alarmed
It's been a while since I last updated...sorry bout that. I didn't get anyone writing me saying, "You had better update soon or someone's gonna die!!!" I guess nobody cares. Fine. Be that way. Lower my self-esteem and self-worth. I can take it. *sob sob*
Roommate update:
Aaron has been pretty busy as usual. But he has still found time to update his webpage. Therefore, it is time to defend myself. I do NOT believe that love is fast food. I was using an example of a situation I had been in, fast food happened to be part of it. And I never said I was an anti-corporate revolutionary. I'm far from it. I drive a car, I eat meat, I buy Starbuck's coffee, heck...I even buy flowers on Valentine's Day. But I do see the corporate corruption that has taken place and see that in a perfect world...it would not happen. Oh well...I'm no Ghandi.
Ed is still complaining that eating and sleeping are taking all of his time and telling us how he would be so much more productive if he didn't have to partake in these menial tasks. He has been blogging like a mad-man, working on his blog in every spare moment he has to get the band section of his page up. Go there...tell him it's good...make him feel special.
Driving by Rite-Aid I saw a sign that said, "Valentine's Hamsters $9.99" Um...what the heck is a Valentine's Hamster? I mean...really. "Here you go honey, I got you a Valentine's Hamster this year because flowers are so overdone." I was really anxious to go there just to see what it was they were actually selling. But I ran out of time.
The ants are back...with avengence. This time instead of going after one thing...like the garbage can or the cake sitting on the window sill that has been there for three weeks...they are just amassing in our room. Like they are preparing for battle and need a place to meet before the attack...and our room seems quite popular. Then there are the suicidal ants that trecked into the freezer only to die in sub-zero temperatures while trying to eat rock hard frozen ice cream and whatever else is frozen to the sides of the freezer and would take a chisel to get out.
So I went to a restaurant in Hollywood and the waiters are used to famous people coming in. But they happened to think that I was Chad Murray from Dawson's Creek. Um...I don't think I look like him...but whatever...it was dark in the restaurant...and maybe they were high.
Yeah...it's time to go. I have homework due tomorrow and I am still tired. Last night I was so tired I wasn't woken up by Ed and Aaron screaming Music Is My Aeroplane by the Red Hot Chili Peppers in horrible British accents. Yeah...told you I was tired. So I think that getting to bed at a decent time tonight would be a good idea. Plus I enjoy dreaming...sometimes I can't wait to sleep just to enter my world of dreams. I look forward to sleeping tonight.
Thursday, February 14, 2002
I walked around today with my upside down cardboard heart safety pinned to my black shirt that matched my black pants, black shoes, etc... I watched as people carried around flowers, balloons, cards, etc... And I thought to myself what it is that makes people want to participate in a day like Valentine's Day. I guess it's the fact that not many people truly understand love. And if the card companies tell you love is buying something from Hallmark with a pre-written poem...then that must be love. And if the candy companies tell you that buying expensive boxes of chocolates is love...then that must be love. And if the flower companies tell you that flower arrangements that cost nearly a hundred dollars which will last a week at most are love...then that must be love. But I look around at this grotesque display of corperate control and I shake my head. That's not love. Love is a handwritten poem straight from the heart. Love is sharing fast food at midnight in a park. Love is that laughter that nobody else can bring out in you. Love is not being able to sleep because you don't want to look away from their face. Love is knowing...not thinking...knowing that somebody is right for you.
Tuesday, February 12, 2002
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Gorillaz...good stuff
---feeling pretty good....SO DON'T PISS ME OFF!!!
Our little group of misfits went to breakfast the other day and went through our normal routine of trying to find something edible amongst the loads of presentation pieces that look ok but we know from experience taste bad. I walked over to where Aaron and Paul were standing and Aaron got this devious look on his face while he stood there with a bowl of ice cream sprinkles. He held them over the tray next to us which contained scrambled eggs and looked at Paul with a "you'd better give me my ransom money" type look and slowly tipped the cup. Paul stood by patiently watching as the sprinkles begin to add some nice color to the eggs...though I'm sure color was all that was added...the taste was most likely not improved. I then notice Paul holding a to-go box...meaning he doesn't have a tray of food. I proceeded to ask if the tray belonged to Paul and he shook his head no as Aaron suddenly looked quite horrified. Paul and I ran away laughing as the large guy next to the tray says to Aaron, "What were you doing over there?"
"CARNATIONS AND CONDOMS" can be read on the large butcher paper sign taped to the railing on the walkway from the dorms to the other buildings. These words are adorned with hearts. Lower on the sign, one can read, "Roses $3.00, Carnations $2.00, Condoms FREE." Riiiight. I can just see this taking place. "Look honey! I got you a rose...AND and a condom!" Am I the only one who thinks a slap would be taking place next? I dunno...I kind of always thought of flowers as something nice to give to someone else...not a way to get sex. Good ol' Chapman University.
THINGS THAT WILL MAKE NON-COOL PEOPLE TRYING TO BE COOLER LOOK EVEN MORE UN-COOL:
(I know this from experience)
---trying to slyly put your sunglasses in your pocket without looking...and then dropping them to the ground with a loud scraping sound as you scramble to pick them up and smile sheepishly at those nearby
---trying to swing your sachel like backpack over your shoulder with one swift move...and the bag catching on your head/sunglasses/shirt thereby causing not only the bag to not properly go on...but some other article of clothing or accessory to be flung off or messed up
---Walking back to the dorms and waving to people you know...until a large bee flies directly into you and makes you do this huge swinging of the arms and legs motion and maybe even an audible, "AHHH", but of course nobody else saw the bee so it looks like you're just skitzophrenic.
---Sitting in class, dead tired, but trying to stay awake...until you nod off for that split second it takes to allow your head to drop to the back or side and then you jerk it back into place quickly and look around to see who saw you make this stupid move
Tony Hawk has consumed the lives of Ed, Christina and I. I think that Aaron has avoided being sucked in by his no knowing how to play. And he is content with his Mega Man X and Bubble Puzzle. But the best part of this game is the reactions to it. Everyone gets so worked up. And Christina enjoys sitting back and watching "boys and video games" and all the audible reactions we make as she laughs at how into the game we get. Then she plays...and goes SO much more over the top than we do. She didn't quite get the top score for a level and let out this excrutiatingly painful scream that sounded more like she was stabbed in the eye with a spork then like she just failed at a video game. So now we laugh at her. Good times.
I should really go now. I have lots of work to do and I've procrastinated WAY too long already. But I had the need to add an entry to my ever growing mess...also called a blog. Thanks to those who have signed my guestbook...you people ROCK. Everyone else...you deserve a plastic spork to the eye. Nothing less. Time to go and get my work on. Ooooooh yeah. Bye for now.
---listening to Gorillaz...good stuff
---feeling pretty good....SO DON'T PISS ME OFF!!!
Our little group of misfits went to breakfast the other day and went through our normal routine of trying to find something edible amongst the loads of presentation pieces that look ok but we know from experience taste bad. I walked over to where Aaron and Paul were standing and Aaron got this devious look on his face while he stood there with a bowl of ice cream sprinkles. He held them over the tray next to us which contained scrambled eggs and looked at Paul with a "you'd better give me my ransom money" type look and slowly tipped the cup. Paul stood by patiently watching as the sprinkles begin to add some nice color to the eggs...though I'm sure color was all that was added...the taste was most likely not improved. I then notice Paul holding a to-go box...meaning he doesn't have a tray of food. I proceeded to ask if the tray belonged to Paul and he shook his head no as Aaron suddenly looked quite horrified. Paul and I ran away laughing as the large guy next to the tray says to Aaron, "What were you doing over there?"
"CARNATIONS AND CONDOMS" can be read on the large butcher paper sign taped to the railing on the walkway from the dorms to the other buildings. These words are adorned with hearts. Lower on the sign, one can read, "Roses $3.00, Carnations $2.00, Condoms FREE." Riiiight. I can just see this taking place. "Look honey! I got you a rose...AND and a condom!" Am I the only one who thinks a slap would be taking place next? I dunno...I kind of always thought of flowers as something nice to give to someone else...not a way to get sex. Good ol' Chapman University.
THINGS THAT WILL MAKE NON-COOL PEOPLE TRYING TO BE COOLER LOOK EVEN MORE UN-COOL:
(I know this from experience)
---trying to slyly put your sunglasses in your pocket without looking...and then dropping them to the ground with a loud scraping sound as you scramble to pick them up and smile sheepishly at those nearby
---trying to swing your sachel like backpack over your shoulder with one swift move...and the bag catching on your head/sunglasses/shirt thereby causing not only the bag to not properly go on...but some other article of clothing or accessory to be flung off or messed up
---Walking back to the dorms and waving to people you know...until a large bee flies directly into you and makes you do this huge swinging of the arms and legs motion and maybe even an audible, "AHHH", but of course nobody else saw the bee so it looks like you're just skitzophrenic.
---Sitting in class, dead tired, but trying to stay awake...until you nod off for that split second it takes to allow your head to drop to the back or side and then you jerk it back into place quickly and look around to see who saw you make this stupid move
Tony Hawk has consumed the lives of Ed, Christina and I. I think that Aaron has avoided being sucked in by his no knowing how to play. And he is content with his Mega Man X and Bubble Puzzle. But the best part of this game is the reactions to it. Everyone gets so worked up. And Christina enjoys sitting back and watching "boys and video games" and all the audible reactions we make as she laughs at how into the game we get. Then she plays...and goes SO much more over the top than we do. She didn't quite get the top score for a level and let out this excrutiatingly painful scream that sounded more like she was stabbed in the eye with a spork then like she just failed at a video game. So now we laugh at her. Good times.
I should really go now. I have lots of work to do and I've procrastinated WAY too long already. But I had the need to add an entry to my ever growing mess...also called a blog. Thanks to those who have signed my guestbook...you people ROCK. Everyone else...you deserve a plastic spork to the eye. Nothing less. Time to go and get my work on. Ooooooh yeah. Bye for now.
Sunday, February 10, 2002
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Disturbed sing Down with the Sickness (oooh AH-AH-AH-AH!!!!)
---feeling lazy
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE (gosh I'm morbid)
My life is finally calming down...and it is definitely time for a slightly upbeat entry. Don't you agree?
I finished off the majority of the interterm movie...and now am down to scrambling back and forth to hurredly finish all the grunt work that the other post-production people don't want to do! Here is how the conversations go...I swear:
Editor: "Yeah, so I have to digitize music for the film."
Director: "That sucks...it's kind of a pain and it's so monotonous."
Editor: "Yeah...I really don't want to do it."
Director: "Then have Grant do it."
Editor: "Ok!"
Sigh~I just get stepped on over and over. And I don't really complain so I guess I can't say anything bad about this getting taken advantage of. Tonight Chelsea (the girl who dresses like me) was in my chair and started to apologize because she came into our room, took over my computer, and sat in my chair. I said, "No worries...if I really didn't want you there I would have said something." Then Chelsea and Aaron look at eachother and Aaron says, "NO you wouldn't!" And...he's right. I would just be like, "No...don't worry...sit there as loooong as you like." Maybe I need to start standing up for myself. But that would end up like this:
Editor: "Grant...you need to digitize the music for Blue Me."
Me: "Um...about that..."
Editor: "So if you could get the tape from Kristian..."
Me: "I really have allot going on and..."
Editor: "...and have it to me by 4:00 today..."
Me: "...I really don't feel like...um...."
Editor: "That would be great...thanks...bye."
Me: "Um...uh...." *sigh*
Maybe I just won't change. Change is too hard sometimes.
I am SO STUPID!!! I was in Blockbuster the other day and just earlier I was talking about wanting to buy Tony Hawk 3 for my PS2 and how I didn't want to spend $50 and it would just suck up ALL my time like an evil leech from hell. And it was a good thing that it was so much. But then I found it in Blockbuster (shoot), used (shoot), and only $30 (SHOOT). I mean...how could I pass that up? So of course I gave in to peer pressure and bought it. It has sadly consumed much more of my time than I would have liked. But hey...now I can play as Grant...who dresses similarly to me and people see me playing and say, "HEY...it's YOU!" And then I lose concentration and fall and bash my head into the concrete in the middle of a McTwist 360 varial and my blood is splattered all over the pavement and everyone goes, "OOOoooh...that HAD to hurt." Too bad you can't take college classes on Tony Hawk.
Ed found a wah pedal for bass under his bed (OH the wonders of what you can find under the bed of a college student) and so I was playing bass with it and it was SO fun. Listen to the beginning of Red Hot Chili Pepper's singing Higher Ground and you will hear something of what it sounds like. mmmm. baaaaaass (it looks just like that btw...only deep maroon...mmmmm).
You know what song I love? Teenage Dirtbag by Weetus. Just thought y'all would like to know. Riiiight.
I'm getting really distracted right now from random things like this phone conversation that is taking place over speakerphone and is just going in loops. And yeah, I need to finish some homework and go to sleep and do stuff like that. I should also clean off the empty pizza boxes from my bed that I have no intention of cleaning off until I actually go to sleep. And I'll update later when my life is more interesting. That should be...tomorrow. Something is bound to happen. Really. So go and live life to the fullest. Just don't do anything I wouldn't do. I guess that means more to some people than it does to others...all depending on how much you know about me. (ooooh....now you're curious aren't you?). Anyway...time to go. Bye for now.
---listening to Disturbed sing Down with the Sickness (oooh AH-AH-AH-AH!!!!)
---feeling lazy
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE (gosh I'm morbid)
My life is finally calming down...and it is definitely time for a slightly upbeat entry. Don't you agree?
I finished off the majority of the interterm movie...and now am down to scrambling back and forth to hurredly finish all the grunt work that the other post-production people don't want to do! Here is how the conversations go...I swear:
Editor: "Yeah, so I have to digitize music for the film."
Director: "That sucks...it's kind of a pain and it's so monotonous."
Editor: "Yeah...I really don't want to do it."
Director: "Then have Grant do it."
Editor: "Ok!"
Sigh~I just get stepped on over and over. And I don't really complain so I guess I can't say anything bad about this getting taken advantage of. Tonight Chelsea (the girl who dresses like me) was in my chair and started to apologize because she came into our room, took over my computer, and sat in my chair. I said, "No worries...if I really didn't want you there I would have said something." Then Chelsea and Aaron look at eachother and Aaron says, "NO you wouldn't!" And...he's right. I would just be like, "No...don't worry...sit there as loooong as you like." Maybe I need to start standing up for myself. But that would end up like this:
Editor: "Grant...you need to digitize the music for Blue Me."
Me: "Um...about that..."
Editor: "So if you could get the tape from Kristian..."
Me: "I really have allot going on and..."
Editor: "...and have it to me by 4:00 today..."
Me: "...I really don't feel like...um...."
Editor: "That would be great...thanks...bye."
Me: "Um...uh...." *sigh*
Maybe I just won't change. Change is too hard sometimes.
I am SO STUPID!!! I was in Blockbuster the other day and just earlier I was talking about wanting to buy Tony Hawk 3 for my PS2 and how I didn't want to spend $50 and it would just suck up ALL my time like an evil leech from hell. And it was a good thing that it was so much. But then I found it in Blockbuster (shoot), used (shoot), and only $30 (SHOOT). I mean...how could I pass that up? So of course I gave in to peer pressure and bought it. It has sadly consumed much more of my time than I would have liked. But hey...now I can play as Grant...who dresses similarly to me and people see me playing and say, "HEY...it's YOU!" And then I lose concentration and fall and bash my head into the concrete in the middle of a McTwist 360 varial and my blood is splattered all over the pavement and everyone goes, "OOOoooh...that HAD to hurt." Too bad you can't take college classes on Tony Hawk.
Ed found a wah pedal for bass under his bed (OH the wonders of what you can find under the bed of a college student) and so I was playing bass with it and it was SO fun. Listen to the beginning of Red Hot Chili Pepper's singing Higher Ground and you will hear something of what it sounds like. mmmm. baaaaaass (it looks just like that btw...only deep maroon...mmmmm).
You know what song I love? Teenage Dirtbag by Weetus. Just thought y'all would like to know. Riiiight.
I'm getting really distracted right now from random things like this phone conversation that is taking place over speakerphone and is just going in loops. And yeah, I need to finish some homework and go to sleep and do stuff like that. I should also clean off the empty pizza boxes from my bed that I have no intention of cleaning off until I actually go to sleep. And I'll update later when my life is more interesting. That should be...tomorrow. Something is bound to happen. Really. So go and live life to the fullest. Just don't do anything I wouldn't do. I guess that means more to some people than it does to others...all depending on how much you know about me. (ooooh....now you're curious aren't you?). Anyway...time to go. Bye for now.
Saturday, February 09, 2002
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| RIGHT NOW I'M: |
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*listening to stories about love
*feeling like I should know more about love
Why not just do a quick update of my life (and thoughts)...because it will be fun...I promise! (ok, I don't promise...just in case I'm wrong)
~~Aaron got lost, ended up at a 7-11, and needed me to pick him up
*while there he bought donuts and found a mob family
~~Valentine's Day is a corporate holiday...we should boycott and celebrate another day
~~Our little band is coming along quite nicely (good ol' Stairway to Heaven)
*we need a drum kit...we don't have one...it's sad
~~I feel I know so much on certain topics
*love
*religion
*life in general
---but in reality I find out (quite harshly) I know very little
(it's sad really)
~~My computer sucks...it deserves death...nothing less
~~I suck at allot of things that I thought I was good at
*I found this out through college
---isn't college great?
~~I'm tired...I need sleep
*I think I'll go now
| RIGHT NOW I'M: |
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*listening to stories about love
*feeling like I should know more about love
Why not just do a quick update of my life (and thoughts)...because it will be fun...I promise! (ok, I don't promise...just in case I'm wrong)
~~Aaron got lost, ended up at a 7-11, and needed me to pick him up
*while there he bought donuts and found a mob family
~~Valentine's Day is a corporate holiday...we should boycott and celebrate another day
~~Our little band is coming along quite nicely (good ol' Stairway to Heaven)
*we need a drum kit...we don't have one...it's sad
~~I feel I know so much on certain topics
*love
*religion
*life in general
---but in reality I find out (quite harshly) I know very little
(it's sad really)
~~My computer sucks...it deserves death...nothing less
~~I suck at allot of things that I thought I was good at
*I found this out through college
---isn't college great?
~~I'm tired...I need sleep
*I think I'll go now
Thursday, February 07, 2002
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Gorillaz sing 19-2000
---feeling...um...I'll explain later
So I cleaned my room (which is desperately needed), I finished all the homework I can do for now, I got all caught up on editing the interterm movie, and I even ate...yet everything is still a complete mess. Sigh. But I've never really used this site as a place to put my personal problems and cheesy-angst filled-teenage crap, so why start now? I'll just rant and rave about the other stuff...like always.
As you may have noticed (or maybe not depending on how often you actually come to my site), I have not updated much lately. But this time I have really good reason! If you have read Aaron or Ed's blogs lately, you would know how busy I've been. I mean...after not going to bed till 4:00am multiple times in a row...and then spending every waking moment in class or editing is no good for the social life (ha...as if I had one in the first place). The other day I went into the editing room at 9:00am...and was there till 9:30....pm. Yup...12 1/2 hours straight confined to a small 10 foot space. In that period of time all I did was go across the small hallway to the place where the decks are so I could put another tape in. And I think that I snapped. Why was I in there so long? Oh...merely because the computer lost EVERYTHING I had done up until that point (who knows how many hours) therefore leaving me to do it all again. At some point when the computer was doing something (who knows what) and was making me wait, I started writing...here's what I came up with:
All I can hear is the incessant beeping
Of some far off
Malfunctioning
Machine
My head is now swimming
My eyes are now blurry
My thoughts are...
Kill me please
The weight of
Responsibility
Pushes heavily on my eyelids
And now the roof of my mouth
Is bleeding
And I'm not sure why
I find myself angrily
Flipping off
A machine
My brain desperately tries
To function
Merely to concoct new swear words
Worthy of the
Horror
This computer has caused me
Beep, beep, beep
I need to lay down
Beep, beep, beep
I can't...remember
Beep, beep, beep
I...need
Beep, beep, beep
Now you can picture me reading that slowly, wearing all black (like always...heh), with sunglasses, one spotlight, with some bongo music playing...I really need to find a beat club around here to get this stupid idea out of my head...I JUST WANT PEOPLE TO SNAP FOR MY POETRY...IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR?!?!? *snap snap snap snap snap snap* Thank you...thank you.
This is really odd...I've been wanting to update for a really long time because I felt that I had something to say...but now I see that I don't. I don't have any new poetry (that I'm willing to post), any new art, any cool or interesting stories (that I can share). Gosh...it sure sounds like my life is way too secrative huh? Well, if you really want to know...I'm willing to tell you anything...just not on my webpage...so ask and I could go on for hours...not that you'd want me too.
I just had someone bring me free pizza...isn't college great? Ok...so it's not...I lied.
I'm going now.
---listening to Gorillaz sing 19-2000
---feeling...um...I'll explain later
So I cleaned my room (which is desperately needed), I finished all the homework I can do for now, I got all caught up on editing the interterm movie, and I even ate...yet everything is still a complete mess. Sigh. But I've never really used this site as a place to put my personal problems and cheesy-angst filled-teenage crap, so why start now? I'll just rant and rave about the other stuff...like always.
As you may have noticed (or maybe not depending on how often you actually come to my site), I have not updated much lately. But this time I have really good reason! If you have read Aaron or Ed's blogs lately, you would know how busy I've been. I mean...after not going to bed till 4:00am multiple times in a row...and then spending every waking moment in class or editing is no good for the social life (ha...as if I had one in the first place). The other day I went into the editing room at 9:00am...and was there till 9:30....pm. Yup...12 1/2 hours straight confined to a small 10 foot space. In that period of time all I did was go across the small hallway to the place where the decks are so I could put another tape in. And I think that I snapped. Why was I in there so long? Oh...merely because the computer lost EVERYTHING I had done up until that point (who knows how many hours) therefore leaving me to do it all again. At some point when the computer was doing something (who knows what) and was making me wait, I started writing...here's what I came up with:
All I can hear is the incessant beeping
Of some far off
Malfunctioning
Machine
My head is now swimming
My eyes are now blurry
My thoughts are...
Kill me please
The weight of
Responsibility
Pushes heavily on my eyelids
And now the roof of my mouth
Is bleeding
And I'm not sure why
I find myself angrily
Flipping off
A machine
My brain desperately tries
To function
Merely to concoct new swear words
Worthy of the
Horror
This computer has caused me
Beep, beep, beep
I need to lay down
Beep, beep, beep
I can't...remember
Beep, beep, beep
I...need
Beep, beep, beep
Now you can picture me reading that slowly, wearing all black (like always...heh), with sunglasses, one spotlight, with some bongo music playing...I really need to find a beat club around here to get this stupid idea out of my head...I JUST WANT PEOPLE TO SNAP FOR MY POETRY...IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR?!?!? *snap snap snap snap snap snap* Thank you...thank you.
This is really odd...I've been wanting to update for a really long time because I felt that I had something to say...but now I see that I don't. I don't have any new poetry (that I'm willing to post), any new art, any cool or interesting stories (that I can share). Gosh...it sure sounds like my life is way too secrative huh? Well, if you really want to know...I'm willing to tell you anything...just not on my webpage...so ask and I could go on for hours...not that you'd want me too.
I just had someone bring me free pizza...isn't college great? Ok...so it's not...I lied.
I'm going now.
Tuesday, February 05, 2002
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