Killing Yourself One Cell At A Time
Light a cigarette and pull up a chair, kids. Let's just babble into Livejournal for a while and write a really stupid entry that no one will care about.
So, I've been under mouse attack for the past two weeks - set up a bunch of traps, had a bunch of traps go off, smashing my thumbs, index fingers, middle fingers, tips of fingers, which was real fun - and then ended up catching a total of six mice, and the tail of a seventh. The downstairs apartment also caught two. So I'm hoping that's it, and the infestation is over - but I keep seeing this mouse out of the corner of my eye in my room, and I don't know if it's real, because my kitten, Trevor, will be on my lap facing the same direction I am, and I'll see the mouse, but he won't react.
I don't know if I've just had a mental break, or I'm being haunted by the ghost of a dead mouse. Either way, it's a no-win situation.
I sealed the first mouse entrance point tonight - stuffed a hole with steel wool, then covered it with a thick polymer-based wood putty, then embedded more steel wool into that wood putty for triple defense. Regardless, even if they break through the first steel wool section, chewing through and eating that polymer will kill them. Fine with me. I just want some fucking peace and quiet in here.
I got a new cell phone, so all of you who knew my old phone was crapping out on me, well, now you can harass me again. If I'm in the mood. I managed to get a 300 dollar phone for about a hundred bucks, but combined with ridiculous phone bills, I ended up dropping like, 500 bucks in five minutes. Then there's my 300 dollar cable bill, my 70 dollar gas bill...I may as just well set my savings on fire. It's really shitty being temporarily disabled by your doctor.
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So in a month or so from now I'll be headed back down to Florida to do some voice/sound work for her thesis film. I won't be doing any of the work for the soundtrack, since I don't know what scenes need music, what she wants for the music, and I don't think Meredith has even started editing the thing yet.
Anyway, I'm working on two albums at the moment, and I really don't have the energy to just randomly write instrumentals on top of that unless I know what they're for. So when the time comes I'll attend to that movie's score. I'm glad to know people appreciated the last one, at least.
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I'm hoping Tallahassee isn't as oppressively hot in October/November, but it probably will be, and the heat will probably want to make me kill myself, like last time. More than anything I'm hoping, nay, PRAYING that I have a good seat-mate for the way down and the way back. Last time the way down was only made bearable by Dolores, my seat-mate, who was an absolute blast and made the 24 hours on that train seem like 24 minutes. The way back, I just had some old guy who was nice, but didn't talk much and slept almost the whole time. Not fun. I'm also hoping that this time it's not a 26 hour trip back - maybe this time the time listed on the itinerary will actually be accurate.
I'm also making sure that this time I have enough Klonopin. Hell, I'm making sure I actually have MORE Klonopin than I need. That way I'll be nice and calm. Ahh.
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I got this pair of distressed grey jeans, and they're fantastic. Fit me perfectly. Combined with my suit jacket, and a nice t-shirt, man, I haven't gotten this much attention since the days of the leather Tyler Durden coat and the brown cords. I'm back to Philly girls hitting on me walking down the street. Palecurve, the smoooooth operator.
Right, and I'm Jesus Christ.
Actually, after I'm done with the ladies, they're usually praying to me like I am.
OW
Smell what I'm cookin'.
There's a showing of the new Depeche Mode live DVD at the Neshaminy Theatre on the 25th. I'm probably going to go, but I have no one to go with, which is kind of depressing. Oh well.
That's also the release date of the DVD. Then, on the 3rd, Best Of Vol. 1 CD and DVD, then on the 13th, three new rereleases, A Broken Frame, Construction Time Again, and FUCKING SONGS OF FAITH AND DEVOTION, BABY! I can't WAIT for the documentary on THAT one. I'm so excited, this is like, the month of Depeche Mode coming up. And they're actually going to rerelease ALL of the records, INCLUDING ULTRA! This is fantastic.
Let's not forget, .hack//GU is on the 13th too. Unfortunately I'll be in Florida when FFXII comes out - if I can find the limited edition down there I'll get it, otherwise I'll have my mother pick up the copy I reserved at Got Game. I'll have to wait a couple weeks to play FFXII, which I'm sure will drive me insane, since I've heard that, before you even touch on the sidequests, the main game has over A HUNDRED HOURS of gameplay. I'm just going to lock myself in this apartment, turn off my phone and play it straight through. Goodbye friends, goodbye world. Kiss my ass. My first love will ALWAYS be RPGs. Followed by money, then more money and maybe music.
Mmmm....money. Better get rich real soon!
I have nothing left to say, as I've already made this entry pointless and a chore to read, just as any good Eljay entry should be. Bile-inducing and boring.
Bye, kids.
So, I've been under mouse attack for the past two weeks - set up a bunch of traps, had a bunch of traps go off, smashing my thumbs, index fingers, middle fingers, tips of fingers, which was real fun - and then ended up catching a total of six mice, and the tail of a seventh. The downstairs apartment also caught two. So I'm hoping that's it, and the infestation is over - but I keep seeing this mouse out of the corner of my eye in my room, and I don't know if it's real, because my kitten, Trevor, will be on my lap facing the same direction I am, and I'll see the mouse, but he won't react.
I don't know if I've just had a mental break, or I'm being haunted by the ghost of a dead mouse. Either way, it's a no-win situation.
I sealed the first mouse entrance point tonight - stuffed a hole with steel wool, then covered it with a thick polymer-based wood putty, then embedded more steel wool into that wood putty for triple defense. Regardless, even if they break through the first steel wool section, chewing through and eating that polymer will kill them. Fine with me. I just want some fucking peace and quiet in here.
I got a new cell phone, so all of you who knew my old phone was crapping out on me, well, now you can harass me again. If I'm in the mood. I managed to get a 300 dollar phone for about a hundred bucks, but combined with ridiculous phone bills, I ended up dropping like, 500 bucks in five minutes. Then there's my 300 dollar cable bill, my 70 dollar gas bill...I may as just well set my savings on fire. It's really shitty being temporarily disabled by your doctor.
=========================
So in a month or so from now I'll be headed back down to Florida to do some voice/sound work for her thesis film. I won't be doing any of the work for the soundtrack, since I don't know what scenes need music, what she wants for the music, and I don't think Meredith has even started editing the thing yet.
Anyway, I'm working on two albums at the moment, and I really don't have the energy to just randomly write instrumentals on top of that unless I know what they're for. So when the time comes I'll attend to that movie's score. I'm glad to know people appreciated the last one, at least.
==========================
I'm hoping Tallahassee isn't as oppressively hot in October/November, but it probably will be, and the heat will probably want to make me kill myself, like last time. More than anything I'm hoping, nay, PRAYING that I have a good seat-mate for the way down and the way back. Last time the way down was only made bearable by Dolores, my seat-mate, who was an absolute blast and made the 24 hours on that train seem like 24 minutes. The way back, I just had some old guy who was nice, but didn't talk much and slept almost the whole time. Not fun. I'm also hoping that this time it's not a 26 hour trip back - maybe this time the time listed on the itinerary will actually be accurate.
I'm also making sure that this time I have enough Klonopin. Hell, I'm making sure I actually have MORE Klonopin than I need. That way I'll be nice and calm. Ahh.
==========================
I got this pair of distressed grey jeans, and they're fantastic. Fit me perfectly. Combined with my suit jacket, and a nice t-shirt, man, I haven't gotten this much attention since the days of the leather Tyler Durden coat and the brown cords. I'm back to Philly girls hitting on me walking down the street. Palecurve, the smoooooth operator.
Right, and I'm Jesus Christ.
Actually, after I'm done with the ladies, they're usually praying to me like I am.
OW
Smell what I'm cookin'.
There's a showing of the new Depeche Mode live DVD at the Neshaminy Theatre on the 25th. I'm probably going to go, but I have no one to go with, which is kind of depressing. Oh well.
That's also the release date of the DVD. Then, on the 3rd, Best Of Vol. 1 CD and DVD, then on the 13th, three new rereleases, A Broken Frame, Construction Time Again, and FUCKING SONGS OF FAITH AND DEVOTION, BABY! I can't WAIT for the documentary on THAT one. I'm so excited, this is like, the month of Depeche Mode coming up. And they're actually going to rerelease ALL of the records, INCLUDING ULTRA! This is fantastic.
Let's not forget, .hack//GU is on the 13th too. Unfortunately I'll be in Florida when FFXII comes out - if I can find the limited edition down there I'll get it, otherwise I'll have my mother pick up the copy I reserved at Got Game. I'll have to wait a couple weeks to play FFXII, which I'm sure will drive me insane, since I've heard that, before you even touch on the sidequests, the main game has over A HUNDRED HOURS of gameplay. I'm just going to lock myself in this apartment, turn off my phone and play it straight through. Goodbye friends, goodbye world. Kiss my ass. My first love will ALWAYS be RPGs. Followed by money, then more money and maybe music.
Mmmm....money. Better get rich real soon!
I have nothing left to say, as I've already made this entry pointless and a chore to read, just as any good Eljay entry should be. Bile-inducing and boring.
Bye, kids.