one good shot & you'll end up dead
Your key planet Mars encourages you to turn on all the lights, crank up your music and make noise as if to scare off your enemies. However,taking offensive action may not work, for Neptune influences you to avoid confrontation. In fact, you may want to just chill out and spend the day in your romantic fantasies, since whatever you do cannot requite as good as the dream.
Wednesday, July 5, 2006
It is the customary fate of new truths to begin as heresies and to end as superstitions.
right so another day at work: i drank a bunch of orange juice and feel slightly better.
it's the low acid kind.
that makes it better.
Right, thanks song for having a little inspirational message at the end.
CRAP OF COURSE!
I've got it: I haven't watched What The @#&$ Do We Know? in far too long.
hey sweet some little acoustic things at the end. surprise, thank you internet radio.
yeah - headphones at work again.
I can hear the computer though... I'm not sure which part - I think the memory, because when it's loading something it sounds like a low pitched sound getting higher pitched. So I think I'm literally hearing the memory sticks modules filling up.
modules sounds more technical and classy. alright, so yesterday I'm going to the washroom (involves walking to the other side of the mall) and there's this group of like 4 girls and 1 boy sitting on the bench, kind of in the little turn-y back hallway that leads to the bathrooms. These kids, I would estimate at maybe 14. So I'm just walking, walking, oh crap I made eye contact with one by accident.
Conversation ensues:
actually, you know what? There's no way I'm transcribing that shit. Maybe I would have yesterday, but I'm cloudy on it now because it's one of those experiences to forget. Anyway, it amounts to one girl grilling me for information about myself, name, age, where i work, then asks me if I want to go out with her... ... ... erm... hefty... friend sitting beside her.
This demand comes after I've already gone and come back from the washroom, thank god, or I might have had some sort of internal hemorrhage.
Now, I didn't want to hurt this girl's feelings, as she was obviously the Velma of the group, and I have a certain affection for Velma, as those familiar with my naming choices for ... utility equipment will know.
First, I try to appeal to their pubescent emotionality:
Melodramatically, with clenched fists: You're supposed to ask someone yourself. It's supposed to mean something. looking at the girl in question, who still hasn't said a word.
Other girl spearheading this jailbait trap: "So you ask her."
SHE SAYS THIS AS IF THIS SOMEHOW MAKES ANY SENSE OR SOLVES THE PROBLEM.
Me: !??!???!
Me: (Different approach time): "Uh, listen, you're a nice girl I'm sure... but sorry, I'm not prejudiced against you, it's your entire gender."
Me: Begins walking away
Girl voice: "IT'S OKAY, I'M BI."
Me: Walks faster with more intense confusion
So I think I'm rid of this...
Not so: Come 3:45, when I'm walking out the door, these kids, plus like 4 more - ring the Kodak doorbell and are standing outside. At this point I regret giving out personal information. I just kind of pass by out the door with as little said as possible, other than the necessarily polite "bye".
As the car drives away, Velma-girl is sadly looking out the all glass window-wall, over her shoulder, pouting and waving slightly. So... these kids better not be back today. I realize school is over now, and there's no cooler place than the mall in Summerside to hang out. You know, if you like big empty dark spaces.
Crap it's vampire kids.
CRAP IT'S LIKE THAT CREATIVE WRITING STORY I WROTE IN GRADE SEVEN ABOUT THE GIRL WHO SOMEHOW GOT TURNED INTO A VAMPIRE AND TERRORIZED THE MALL.
It's just too perfect, if you've ever seen this ghost-town of a mall. For every one store that's open there are 4 that are sitting deserted. Not to mention all the damn stores are women's clothing. There was a music and video store but I guess that's gone now, despite my supporting them by buying the DVD box set of Astro-Boy remastered.
Whatever, they deserved to go out of business for not properly labelling the DVD: "Warning - does not contain the original theme song, but rather some piece of shit techno they whipped up on FruityLoops in about 3 seconds." Speaking of musicality, I've been playing my piano a lot more recently, since I have not dismantled it after every use. It's worth the clutter, since I'm starting to be able to put chords and notes together in such a way that it doesn't sound like random key-mashing. Although I've kind of decided I'd like to learn guitar, because... you know, that's what all the cool kids are doing. Maybe I'll try to repossess the one my father has and never uses.
I learned it a little bit once, but only ever got one song.
I remembered what it is, by the way, Kelly, if you're reading this:
The Tragically Hip - Ahead By A Century
Yeah, I had no tickets. Canada day weekend = destruction of liver and lungs, but recovering somewhat.
Wednesday, July 5, 2006
It is the customary fate of new truths to begin as heresies and to end as superstitions.
right so another day at work: i drank a bunch of orange juice and feel slightly better.
it's the low acid kind.
that makes it better.
Right, thanks song for having a little inspirational message at the end.
CRAP OF COURSE!
I've got it: I haven't watched What The @#&$ Do We Know? in far too long.
hey sweet some little acoustic things at the end. surprise, thank you internet radio.
yeah - headphones at work again.
I can hear the computer though... I'm not sure which part - I think the memory, because when it's loading something it sounds like a low pitched sound getting higher pitched. So I think I'm literally hearing the memory sticks modules filling up.
modules sounds more technical and classy. alright, so yesterday I'm going to the washroom (involves walking to the other side of the mall) and there's this group of like 4 girls and 1 boy sitting on the bench, kind of in the little turn-y back hallway that leads to the bathrooms. These kids, I would estimate at maybe 14. So I'm just walking, walking, oh crap I made eye contact with one by accident.
Conversation ensues:
actually, you know what? There's no way I'm transcribing that shit. Maybe I would have yesterday, but I'm cloudy on it now because it's one of those experiences to forget. Anyway, it amounts to one girl grilling me for information about myself, name, age, where i work, then asks me if I want to go out with her... ... ... erm... hefty... friend sitting beside her.
This demand comes after I've already gone and come back from the washroom, thank god, or I might have had some sort of internal hemorrhage.
Now, I didn't want to hurt this girl's feelings, as she was obviously the Velma of the group, and I have a certain affection for Velma, as those familiar with my naming choices for ... utility equipment will know.
First, I try to appeal to their pubescent emotionality:
Melodramatically, with clenched fists: You're supposed to ask someone yourself. It's supposed to mean something. looking at the girl in question, who still hasn't said a word.
Other girl spearheading this jailbait trap: "So you ask her."
SHE SAYS THIS AS IF THIS SOMEHOW MAKES ANY SENSE OR SOLVES THE PROBLEM.
Me: !??!???!
Me: (Different approach time): "Uh, listen, you're a nice girl I'm sure... but sorry, I'm not prejudiced against you, it's your entire gender."
Me: Begins walking away
Girl voice: "IT'S OKAY, I'M BI."
Me: Walks faster with more intense confusion
So I think I'm rid of this...
Not so: Come 3:45, when I'm walking out the door, these kids, plus like 4 more - ring the Kodak doorbell and are standing outside. At this point I regret giving out personal information. I just kind of pass by out the door with as little said as possible, other than the necessarily polite "bye".
As the car drives away, Velma-girl is sadly looking out the all glass window-wall, over her shoulder, pouting and waving slightly. So... these kids better not be back today. I realize school is over now, and there's no cooler place than the mall in Summerside to hang out. You know, if you like big empty dark spaces.
Crap it's vampire kids.
CRAP IT'S LIKE THAT CREATIVE WRITING STORY I WROTE IN GRADE SEVEN ABOUT THE GIRL WHO SOMEHOW GOT TURNED INTO A VAMPIRE AND TERRORIZED THE MALL.
It's just too perfect, if you've ever seen this ghost-town of a mall. For every one store that's open there are 4 that are sitting deserted. Not to mention all the damn stores are women's clothing. There was a music and video store but I guess that's gone now, despite my supporting them by buying the DVD box set of Astro-Boy remastered.
Whatever, they deserved to go out of business for not properly labelling the DVD: "Warning - does not contain the original theme song, but rather some piece of shit techno they whipped up on FruityLoops in about 3 seconds." Speaking of musicality, I've been playing my piano a lot more recently, since I have not dismantled it after every use. It's worth the clutter, since I'm starting to be able to put chords and notes together in such a way that it doesn't sound like random key-mashing. Although I've kind of decided I'd like to learn guitar, because... you know, that's what all the cool kids are doing. Maybe I'll try to repossess the one my father has and never uses.
I learned it a little bit once, but only ever got one song.
I remembered what it is, by the way, Kelly, if you're reading this:
The Tragically Hip - Ahead By A Century
Yeah, I had no tickets. Canada day weekend = destruction of liver and lungs, but recovering somewhat.