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well well. happy 2006 and all that.
i had my first student loan payment due on the 1st, which i paid and died a little. so much money down the hole. the next 20 or so years of my life will be devoted to paying that garbage off. but it was all worth it, i suppose. :)
life is blah blah. work is boring. i keep getting cut, but not from the knives. most recent: the garbage can. i give up. i wish i wasn't so terribly underqualified for all the museum positions or there were some paying internships. shit i would even take a job with a stipend at the end. its all trash. yeah, i'd love to be a director making $75,000-$90,000 a year, but i think if i applied i would be shunned by the ENTIRE museum community. then i'd have to go work at some record label and do a&r or marketing or become jay-z's personal assistant. wait, that might be a good idea. its pretty sad when you look for a job in two completely different spheres [museums and music] and you can't find a damn thing. god.
sunday mr chris moves out of the markson estate to the land of old italian ladies. i'm gonna make him a muffin basket. i'm proud of him. i know it sounds retarded, but he's doing his own thing and that's awesome. i hope to grow a set like him one day, but i don't know if i want to start doing my own laundry again. ever since i sprained my ass hand-washing my jeans in england, i've kinda been turned off from doing my own laundry. only when its completely necessary will i do it.
i get to see the red team in less than two weeks? yes? around that. i'm so excited. my liver, however, is not. :) it's gonna be hardcore.
i finally spent the rest of my christmas money. i got salo, which is supposed to be one of [if not the most] disgusting movie ever made. and well, it was pretty fucking gross. in addition to that, i got a massive pile of cds to get me over this illness called pop-punk. ugh. it's creating a severe case of self loathing, but the shit is so catchy. it's like herpes. you catch it and you have it for LIFE!!! its usually dormant and causes no problems, but then you get the occasional flare up, which is what i'm currently suffering. at least the new music i got will serve as the much needed valtrex to control the outbreaks.
in other news, everyone should go see brokeback mountain if the chance presents itself. its a fantastic film. i'm glad chris picked out a good one. although, beck and i weren't allowed to sit next to each other in the theatre. after the narnia episode, i guess it was good we didn't. also, everyone should avoid hostel like the motherfucking plague. my dad and i went yesterday and i've never been so angry after seeing a movie. to make matters worse, my dad even hated it. he's got the worst taste in movies ever. EVER!!! luckily, it didn't deter me from travelling to eastern europe some day. POLAND AHOY!
i think i have a flesh eating diease. ok, not really. i just have an icky rash all over my forearms. its red and gross. man i hope no one saw it when i was putting out the salad fixins. mwhahaha. on second thought, i hope they did. GAZE AT THE RASH OF TERRIBLE REDNESS, WHORES!
alright. that was my update. i hope everyone enjoyed their time reading it. i know you were all TERRIBLY interested in my life. i think fuse is calling my name. I HAVEN'T SEEN THE DANCE, DANCE VIDEO IN HOURSSSSSS!!!! so yeah...
that is all.
i had my first student loan payment due on the 1st, which i paid and died a little. so much money down the hole. the next 20 or so years of my life will be devoted to paying that garbage off. but it was all worth it, i suppose. :)
life is blah blah. work is boring. i keep getting cut, but not from the knives. most recent: the garbage can. i give up. i wish i wasn't so terribly underqualified for all the museum positions or there were some paying internships. shit i would even take a job with a stipend at the end. its all trash. yeah, i'd love to be a director making $75,000-$90,000 a year, but i think if i applied i would be shunned by the ENTIRE museum community. then i'd have to go work at some record label and do a&r or marketing or become jay-z's personal assistant. wait, that might be a good idea. its pretty sad when you look for a job in two completely different spheres [museums and music] and you can't find a damn thing. god.
sunday mr chris moves out of the markson estate to the land of old italian ladies. i'm gonna make him a muffin basket. i'm proud of him. i know it sounds retarded, but he's doing his own thing and that's awesome. i hope to grow a set like him one day, but i don't know if i want to start doing my own laundry again. ever since i sprained my ass hand-washing my jeans in england, i've kinda been turned off from doing my own laundry. only when its completely necessary will i do it.
i get to see the red team in less than two weeks? yes? around that. i'm so excited. my liver, however, is not. :) it's gonna be hardcore.
i finally spent the rest of my christmas money. i got salo, which is supposed to be one of [if not the most] disgusting movie ever made. and well, it was pretty fucking gross. in addition to that, i got a massive pile of cds to get me over this illness called pop-punk. ugh. it's creating a severe case of self loathing, but the shit is so catchy. it's like herpes. you catch it and you have it for LIFE!!! its usually dormant and causes no problems, but then you get the occasional flare up, which is what i'm currently suffering. at least the new music i got will serve as the much needed valtrex to control the outbreaks.
in other news, everyone should go see brokeback mountain if the chance presents itself. its a fantastic film. i'm glad chris picked out a good one. although, beck and i weren't allowed to sit next to each other in the theatre. after the narnia episode, i guess it was good we didn't. also, everyone should avoid hostel like the motherfucking plague. my dad and i went yesterday and i've never been so angry after seeing a movie. to make matters worse, my dad even hated it. he's got the worst taste in movies ever. EVER!!! luckily, it didn't deter me from travelling to eastern europe some day. POLAND AHOY!
i think i have a flesh eating diease. ok, not really. i just have an icky rash all over my forearms. its red and gross. man i hope no one saw it when i was putting out the salad fixins. mwhahaha. on second thought, i hope they did. GAZE AT THE RASH OF TERRIBLE REDNESS, WHORES!
alright. that was my update. i hope everyone enjoyed their time reading it. i know you were all TERRIBLY interested in my life. i think fuse is calling my name. I HAVEN'T SEEN THE DANCE, DANCE VIDEO IN HOURSSSSSS!!!! so yeah...
that is all.