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Hello livejournal.
Hello anyone on my friends list who hasn't abandoned me quite yet.
i haven't gotten to bed before 7am in about 3 weeks now. this is probably being enabled, at least in part, by the fact that i have 3 days of class a week this semester (and my earliest class is at 2pm).
at the moment, i share a house with 3 other 18-year-olds. One of whom, watches TV like his life depended on it. seriously.
the second has the beginnings of dreadlocks, is profusely (or maybe profanely) _"_liberal_"_ (i'm attempting to draw emphasis to the 'huge quote-unquote' effect. did it work?), listens to a steady diet of sublime and bob marley and sublime and bob marley, eats my food (in an ever so sneaky manner), and likes to play the drums (i think i'm getting good but i can handle criticism, i'll show you what i know and you can teeeeelll me if you thiiiink i'm getting beeeeettter at the druuuums.... sorry. no more TMBG references. i promise. that's also funny... i haven't listened to them in years.)
the other lives a domestic lifestyle with his girlfriend, sells pot, and has a passionate distaste for aforementioned roomate who bears a striking resemblance to sideshow bob.
holy shit, am i as big of an asshole as i really think i am?
i don't hate my roomates, but i sure have a lot of negativity to vent out loud behind their backs (somehow this will come back around). i'm really a jerk i guess. it's not that we don't get along; we're always more than cordial and civil with eachother. i find most of them to be cool, chill guys whose company i don't object to when sinking deep into the couch because i can't stand to be by myself in front of my computer any longer. they're most definitely not the people i would 'hang' with though... whatever the hell that means.(IT MEANS IM A JERK. JERKFACE. JERKASAURAUS REX. JERKADACTYL. JERKULES.)
Other things:
a. I have yet to make my way back to my old apartment to reclaim the things that are mine. I tried for weeks to schedule a time to get back in there, and after getting flaked on time and time again, got frustrated. After being confronted with it like it was my fault the things were still there, got even more frustrated and gave up for the time being.
b. finished 3 tracks of this 'sexy ep' and will be remixing one of matt's and making more. party in 2 weeks. hoo hah.
c. my laptop just threw up in my face, and broke my heart. maybe the apple store can piece it(my heart? the laptop?) back together again.
d. broken hearts are for assholes (are you an asshole?)
e. i'm really fortunate to have some seriously awesome friends. friends who are either just amazing, caring people or incredibly talented, artistic people, or crazy nerdy dorks, or really any combination of any of that. i would have fed myself to Stan the Man-Eating Banan-na (pause when you read it... y'know, for the rhyme-scheme's sake [go with me on this one]) long ago had it not been for them.
f. Why? Fog. cLOUDDEAD. YES. (though the first 3 are most definitely references to bands, the latter is 'yes' as in the opposite of 'no,' as opposed to the prog-rock band.)
and now i'm sick of this list. it's 5.50 and my head is spinning. tonight i had some amazing sushi with Ryan (who is leaving to India) and drank sake. tonight i drove to saugus cafe with a car full of people while drinking from a bottle of Little Boomey (thank you Ryan) shiraz. I had some pieces of a sandwich and watched as Matt tried so desperately to not drift into sleep. I watched Cristina assemble sushi out of ketchup, ranch, lemons, sugar, salt, syrup, and jam. I watched Rachel laugh at the whole thing.
Speaking of sushi--when your sushi chef knows you are weak to temptation, and a sucker for his fish, you know you might have a problem. Rather, when you're leaving the restuarant and your sushi chef says 'see you tomorrow,' you know you have a serious problem.
overall things have been well. i've been a productive little badger. i've been a flaky student, and a flaky person, but have kept to my room well and been working on projects which will someday never be released. i've been keeping my toenails and fingernails well trimmed. that's actually a lie; i rarely trim my toenails. i do have to keep my fingernails habitually trimmed due to playing instruments. i'd say the ratio of fingernail clipping occasions to toenail clippings is at least 4:1. my shoes are falling apart. i only have half my clothes (they fit in a duffel bag) so I wear the same thing over and over again until i feel that the 'dirtiness' outweighs the 'need to not wash it/change.'
my room is tiny (like the size of four bathroom stalls lined up side by side [including the closet]) and is pretty much a studio with a bed in the corner.
I will also graduate this fall.
I also have credit card debt.
and I most likely need to learn to either buy less produce, or to eat it all before it starts to smell funny in the corners of the crisper drawers.
Hello anyone on my friends list who hasn't abandoned me quite yet.
i haven't gotten to bed before 7am in about 3 weeks now. this is probably being enabled, at least in part, by the fact that i have 3 days of class a week this semester (and my earliest class is at 2pm).
at the moment, i share a house with 3 other 18-year-olds. One of whom, watches TV like his life depended on it. seriously.
the second has the beginnings of dreadlocks, is profusely (or maybe profanely) _"_liberal_"_ (i'm attempting to draw emphasis to the 'huge quote-unquote' effect. did it work?), listens to a steady diet of sublime and bob marley and sublime and bob marley, eats my food (in an ever so sneaky manner), and likes to play the drums (i think i'm getting good but i can handle criticism, i'll show you what i know and you can teeeeelll me if you thiiiink i'm getting beeeeettter at the druuuums.... sorry. no more TMBG references. i promise. that's also funny... i haven't listened to them in years.)
the other lives a domestic lifestyle with his girlfriend, sells pot, and has a passionate distaste for aforementioned roomate who bears a striking resemblance to sideshow bob.
holy shit, am i as big of an asshole as i really think i am?
i don't hate my roomates, but i sure have a lot of negativity to vent out loud behind their backs (somehow this will come back around). i'm really a jerk i guess. it's not that we don't get along; we're always more than cordial and civil with eachother. i find most of them to be cool, chill guys whose company i don't object to when sinking deep into the couch because i can't stand to be by myself in front of my computer any longer. they're most definitely not the people i would 'hang' with though... whatever the hell that means.(IT MEANS IM A JERK. JERKFACE. JERKASAURAUS REX. JERKADACTYL. JERKULES.)
Other things:
a. I have yet to make my way back to my old apartment to reclaim the things that are mine. I tried for weeks to schedule a time to get back in there, and after getting flaked on time and time again, got frustrated. After being confronted with it like it was my fault the things were still there, got even more frustrated and gave up for the time being.
b. finished 3 tracks of this 'sexy ep' and will be remixing one of matt's and making more. party in 2 weeks. hoo hah.
c. my laptop just threw up in my face, and broke my heart. maybe the apple store can piece it(my heart? the laptop?) back together again.
d. broken hearts are for assholes (are you an asshole?)
e. i'm really fortunate to have some seriously awesome friends. friends who are either just amazing, caring people or incredibly talented, artistic people, or crazy nerdy dorks, or really any combination of any of that. i would have fed myself to Stan the Man-Eating Banan-na (pause when you read it... y'know, for the rhyme-scheme's sake [go with me on this one]) long ago had it not been for them.
f. Why? Fog. cLOUDDEAD. YES. (though the first 3 are most definitely references to bands, the latter is 'yes' as in the opposite of 'no,' as opposed to the prog-rock band.)
and now i'm sick of this list. it's 5.50 and my head is spinning. tonight i had some amazing sushi with Ryan (who is leaving to India) and drank sake. tonight i drove to saugus cafe with a car full of people while drinking from a bottle of Little Boomey (thank you Ryan) shiraz. I had some pieces of a sandwich and watched as Matt tried so desperately to not drift into sleep. I watched Cristina assemble sushi out of ketchup, ranch, lemons, sugar, salt, syrup, and jam. I watched Rachel laugh at the whole thing.
Speaking of sushi--when your sushi chef knows you are weak to temptation, and a sucker for his fish, you know you might have a problem. Rather, when you're leaving the restuarant and your sushi chef says 'see you tomorrow,' you know you have a serious problem.
overall things have been well. i've been a productive little badger. i've been a flaky student, and a flaky person, but have kept to my room well and been working on projects which will someday never be released. i've been keeping my toenails and fingernails well trimmed. that's actually a lie; i rarely trim my toenails. i do have to keep my fingernails habitually trimmed due to playing instruments. i'd say the ratio of fingernail clipping occasions to toenail clippings is at least 4:1. my shoes are falling apart. i only have half my clothes (they fit in a duffel bag) so I wear the same thing over and over again until i feel that the 'dirtiness' outweighs the 'need to not wash it/change.'
my room is tiny (like the size of four bathroom stalls lined up side by side [including the closet]) and is pretty much a studio with a bed in the corner.
I will also graduate this fall.
I also have credit card debt.
and I most likely need to learn to either buy less produce, or to eat it all before it starts to smell funny in the corners of the crisper drawers.