live a good, honorable life. then when you're older and think back, you can enjoy it a second time
thank the dalai lama for that one.
so. our party last night was reasonably successful, less one very drunk and belligerent john steele. it was entertaining for a while, even when he was passed out in my bed with his smelly fucking feet on my pillow. i was so pissed changing my sheets at like 3 am. anyhow, we made some decent money after what initially looked like a huge disaster. spent some time with grundle and i was way tired by the time we got everyone out. slept til like 1:30 which was much needed, and then sat around til like 4 organizing and downloading music. went down to eat my first meal of the day and watched some of the olympics. came back up here intending to research some more on costa rica and then get a shower, but instead of that i spent about 3 hours here finding all sorts of shit to listen to. ive been doing that a lot lately. then i got a shower and went downstairs and ate again. watched some awesome movies til i dono when and now here i am.
i was sitting here lost in some music (surprise...) and i got mildly inspired, so i put a few brief story ideas to paper and it developed into the fragile beginnings of a story. its going to remain hidden from the world for a while, then i may share it with a select panel of judges sometime soon. what i need now is a notepad i can carry around so i stop forgetting shit. i talked to krista about that like a week ago and never followed up. chances are this is going to start a landslide of other ideas and i'll get sidetracked by my latest favorites and never accomplish anything. hopefully not, but then again probably. maybe i'll be talking to a few of you soon.
in other news, jon slapped the crap out of me tonight. we were watching resident evil and i ALWAYS mix up tom jane (punisher) and james purefoy (mark antony on rome). i did it again, and jon insisted we were not looking at tom jane, with the wager being a huge slap in the face. needless to say, i lost. so we got his camera and we tried to document the whole thing, but you can't really hear my monologue so well. it doesn't even really matter if you can hear what im saying, he still slapped the shit out of me. right in the eye. looks like this now:
not for the faint of heart
it was pretty cool and definitely worth it. i hope your hand is sore you fucker. and i have still more to say!! uh, i finally got my background image to work in my journal, but i had to switch formats to the shitty generator one for some reason. its still a work in progress but at least its not that mustard yellow/poop brown disaster it was earlier. i need to resize the image but its already almost goddamn 4 so im going to bed.
i want all of you to say one interesting thing to me, preferably about you, but not necessarily. either as a comment, in an im or in person. but make sure you let me know. ie 'brooks this is my interesting thing im telling you'. and then i'll come up with something myself that's on par with what you tell me. like, for example if you tell me you use pantene shampoo, i'll probably tell you that i like turkey sandwiches. but if you're willing to tell me that you actually have a legitimate crush on the pope or something, i'll confess that i really did have sex with your mom. you get the idea. optimally, none of you will get THAT personal with what you tell me, and i can respond in a public forum like........like this journal! that way i get to know each of you individually on a slightly more personal level, and you can all learn some interesting things about me together, as a family. the kind that never sees each other and aren't even aware of each others' existence in some cases. i think the basic premises of this plan have come together, now lets take some steps to make it happen. please...
sleep.
so. our party last night was reasonably successful, less one very drunk and belligerent john steele. it was entertaining for a while, even when he was passed out in my bed with his smelly fucking feet on my pillow. i was so pissed changing my sheets at like 3 am. anyhow, we made some decent money after what initially looked like a huge disaster. spent some time with grundle and i was way tired by the time we got everyone out. slept til like 1:30 which was much needed, and then sat around til like 4 organizing and downloading music. went down to eat my first meal of the day and watched some of the olympics. came back up here intending to research some more on costa rica and then get a shower, but instead of that i spent about 3 hours here finding all sorts of shit to listen to. ive been doing that a lot lately. then i got a shower and went downstairs and ate again. watched some awesome movies til i dono when and now here i am.
i was sitting here lost in some music (surprise...) and i got mildly inspired, so i put a few brief story ideas to paper and it developed into the fragile beginnings of a story. its going to remain hidden from the world for a while, then i may share it with a select panel of judges sometime soon. what i need now is a notepad i can carry around so i stop forgetting shit. i talked to krista about that like a week ago and never followed up. chances are this is going to start a landslide of other ideas and i'll get sidetracked by my latest favorites and never accomplish anything. hopefully not, but then again probably. maybe i'll be talking to a few of you soon.
in other news, jon slapped the crap out of me tonight. we were watching resident evil and i ALWAYS mix up tom jane (punisher) and james purefoy (mark antony on rome). i did it again, and jon insisted we were not looking at tom jane, with the wager being a huge slap in the face. needless to say, i lost. so we got his camera and we tried to document the whole thing, but you can't really hear my monologue so well. it doesn't even really matter if you can hear what im saying, he still slapped the shit out of me. right in the eye. looks like this now:
not for the faint of heart
it was pretty cool and definitely worth it. i hope your hand is sore you fucker. and i have still more to say!! uh, i finally got my background image to work in my journal, but i had to switch formats to the shitty generator one for some reason. its still a work in progress but at least its not that mustard yellow/poop brown disaster it was earlier. i need to resize the image but its already almost goddamn 4 so im going to bed.
i want all of you to say one interesting thing to me, preferably about you, but not necessarily. either as a comment, in an im or in person. but make sure you let me know. ie 'brooks this is my interesting thing im telling you'. and then i'll come up with something myself that's on par with what you tell me. like, for example if you tell me you use pantene shampoo, i'll probably tell you that i like turkey sandwiches. but if you're willing to tell me that you actually have a legitimate crush on the pope or something, i'll confess that i really did have sex with your mom. you get the idea. optimally, none of you will get THAT personal with what you tell me, and i can respond in a public forum like........like this journal! that way i get to know each of you individually on a slightly more personal level, and you can all learn some interesting things about me together, as a family. the kind that never sees each other and aren't even aware of each others' existence in some cases. i think the basic premises of this plan have come together, now lets take some steps to make it happen. please...
sleep.