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1:20 pm. I don’t really have to point out that this is my first "real" lj in quite some time, but I just did. <--- with that sentence right there. I’m coming to you live from the library's computer lab at McTech. I just got done eating lunch. There was some group performing poetry for black history month...It was fucking deep. I say that but really don’t know if its true or not, just that it sounded fucking deep. I usually eat lunch alone, because I have no friends at school and prevent myself from gaining them, both unintentionally and intentionally. But today I ate with Butt and some of his friends, who are pretty weird fellows. One that I had never met just looked at me and said "man, you have one emotionless face." It made me laugh and cry at the same time, figuratively speaking of course because I express no emotions physically.
This school is alright. I’m enjoying my classes and peers more this semester. Probably because I don’t have many classes in the T Building. The T Building is where all the basic classes like english, math, science, and shit like that are. But that’s not why I don’t like it there. I don’t like it because there is a distinct smell that occupies it. Probably from all the Somalis. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to come off as racist here, but there is just a very distinct smell. It probably wouldn’t bother many other people but I have always been very peculiar when it comes to smells. Oh well. I don’t have to deal with that problem this semester because all of my classes are in the "artsy" building where it smells like gay. The only other thing that bothers me, that again might come off wrong, is that the foreigners here don’t really speak English. I know that some of them probably cant, and that’s ok, but the others that can, don’t. Its not even that they don’t speak English really, its that they don’t stick to one language. For example, I will be in the elevator with a group and they will be speaking in Somali, and than mid sentence they just bust out in English. Its not like a rough transition either, as if they were just practicing it for themselves, it is very fluent. I don’t like it, it makes me uncomfortable. Stick to one language. Yeah that’s school.
Yesterday was Ash Wednesday. I haven't giving up anything for lent in a long time, I cant even recall when I actually went through with it until the end. So this year I'm making a huge comeback. I’m giving up jerking off. Some might not think this is a big deal. Others will say that there is no fucking way that I will. I don’t feel uncomfortable posting this on the internet and making it public either--I mean I don’t even know if people still frequent live journal that much anymore anyway. If I knew girls I might feel awkward, but I don’t, I know one, and I'm lucky if I even hang out with her once a week. I figure the more people that know will be better so that I can feel more obligated to completing this. This is a big deal, because the way I see it, this is my ticket into heaven. I will be at the Pearly Gates, as they start to close on me, and I will say "whoa whoa whoa. Come on God. I think you're forgetting about that time I didn’t jerk off for lent." God will reply, "Oh heavens, you're right my child. My mistake. Proceed." As far as I'm concerned, in 39 days I am set for life.
My hours at work have picked up from 0 and have gone to 20 a week or so. Kind of weird that it happened as soon as that bastard Haugen went back to school. Work is alright. I have the company of cool people- AJ, Will, Ed and Bobby J. I think the main reason I am so content with it though is because I am not even really sure how much I get paid. It helps to keep my morale high. I mean if I knew how much I got paid I am sure I would be pissed that I was working another blue collar job where I didn’t get paid enough for the work. Who knows, I might still be working at Ellis Trading if I didn’t know I got paid shit. Ok, I’m off to my film class where my teacher teaches me nothing but I get to watch shitty (awesome) foreign flicks.
4:00pm. Schools over. Thursday is my party night. Where if I don’t work I get to watch loads of television and be happy for four hours of my night. Tonight is the series finale of The OC. Season four has been great televison. I mean I understand why it got cancelled, they fucked up bad on season two and three so no one even bothered to tune in for season 4. Well I didnt even bother to watch those two seasons and I tuned in this year and have been very pleased. The montages are at all time high and The OC has always played quality music so I have been satisfied. So after tonight, RIP OC, thank you for two seasons of great tv. I’m tired. I’m “off” of Tylenol PM. The result of this has been some rough nights where I end up watching TV until 4:30 and get three or four hours of sleep. I am able to get up without much distress though, and that is the primary reason I stopped using aids. Waking up was so hard, and my eyes were often bloodshot and it wasn’t really safe to go drive to the city. I would have awesome and fucked up dreams when I would take it though. I miss that.
I am going to write a play. Its going to be themed around urban sprawl. Basically it will be a tragedy about a family torn between staying loyal and selling out for the money. I am scared about writing this because I actually think this is a good idea, unlike most of mine. I’m scared of fucking it up. It makes me wish I had my life coach but he dumped me.
For the past few years I have tried to see all of the films nominated in major categories for the Oscars. I fail every year. This year doesn’t look to be any different. I’m kind of close. I have Half Nelson here to watch and I will probably see Babel before Sunday. But I still need to see Letters From Iwo Jima, The Queen, Blood Diamond, and The Last King Of Scotland. So I got kind of close, but not really. I think Departed deserves anything that it will hopefully win. I hope cute little Abigail and Alan Arkin win best supporting actress and actor. I believe that Thank You For Smoking was the most snubbed film of the year.
I went to my parents house for the first time since Christmas. Kind of sad and makes me feel like I’m playing the role of bad son. Truth is that I don’t have a lot of time between work, school, and sitting at home being depressed and feeling sorry for myself. It is a pretty cool house that’s got a old fashion type of feel to it. If it weren’t so far away I would invite people out there, but I feel like no one would want to. I was sent out there to fix their printer. I took the paper out and turned it off and on. Fixed. They make me feel like less of a n00b than I am. It’s a nice feeling to have every once in awhile. I got to see my dog. I love Lucy. She has more emotions than any dog I have ever seen in my life. She is not afraid to show that she is pissed off or sad. She hates Aiden. She just sits on her pillow with her eyes low when he is around. She is the greatest. I got her as my birthday present when I was in 5th grade. Hopefully this year I will live somewhere where I will be able to treat myself to that again. I feel that if I had cat or dog all of my life problems would be erased.
It’s nice this week. 40’s. Klapprich is officially done than. That’s okay though because it has sucked balls and has been a huge disappointment since the beginning of February. It was an okay season though. Got some fun games in there, got a chance to perfect my shot…and got to play once with I-Falls.
Yeah. I’m pretty sure my spring break is the week in March when no one else’s is. March 19-23? Oh well, I will become best friends with a cat named Zelda that week. It will be just like old times. I will have midterms the week before that but it shouldn’t be that bad, a couple of tests, paper, and project. So if you’re in town I will chill. I have a problem with being a dick through internet conversation so don’t let your impression of me over aim be the last one.
I have nothing else to say.
-thoy-
This school is alright. I’m enjoying my classes and peers more this semester. Probably because I don’t have many classes in the T Building. The T Building is where all the basic classes like english, math, science, and shit like that are. But that’s not why I don’t like it there. I don’t like it because there is a distinct smell that occupies it. Probably from all the Somalis. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to come off as racist here, but there is just a very distinct smell. It probably wouldn’t bother many other people but I have always been very peculiar when it comes to smells. Oh well. I don’t have to deal with that problem this semester because all of my classes are in the "artsy" building where it smells like gay. The only other thing that bothers me, that again might come off wrong, is that the foreigners here don’t really speak English. I know that some of them probably cant, and that’s ok, but the others that can, don’t. Its not even that they don’t speak English really, its that they don’t stick to one language. For example, I will be in the elevator with a group and they will be speaking in Somali, and than mid sentence they just bust out in English. Its not like a rough transition either, as if they were just practicing it for themselves, it is very fluent. I don’t like it, it makes me uncomfortable. Stick to one language. Yeah that’s school.
Yesterday was Ash Wednesday. I haven't giving up anything for lent in a long time, I cant even recall when I actually went through with it until the end. So this year I'm making a huge comeback. I’m giving up jerking off. Some might not think this is a big deal. Others will say that there is no fucking way that I will. I don’t feel uncomfortable posting this on the internet and making it public either--I mean I don’t even know if people still frequent live journal that much anymore anyway. If I knew girls I might feel awkward, but I don’t, I know one, and I'm lucky if I even hang out with her once a week. I figure the more people that know will be better so that I can feel more obligated to completing this. This is a big deal, because the way I see it, this is my ticket into heaven. I will be at the Pearly Gates, as they start to close on me, and I will say "whoa whoa whoa. Come on God. I think you're forgetting about that time I didn’t jerk off for lent." God will reply, "Oh heavens, you're right my child. My mistake. Proceed." As far as I'm concerned, in 39 days I am set for life.
My hours at work have picked up from 0 and have gone to 20 a week or so. Kind of weird that it happened as soon as that bastard Haugen went back to school. Work is alright. I have the company of cool people- AJ, Will, Ed and Bobby J. I think the main reason I am so content with it though is because I am not even really sure how much I get paid. It helps to keep my morale high. I mean if I knew how much I got paid I am sure I would be pissed that I was working another blue collar job where I didn’t get paid enough for the work. Who knows, I might still be working at Ellis Trading if I didn’t know I got paid shit. Ok, I’m off to my film class where my teacher teaches me nothing but I get to watch shitty (awesome) foreign flicks.
4:00pm. Schools over. Thursday is my party night. Where if I don’t work I get to watch loads of television and be happy for four hours of my night. Tonight is the series finale of The OC. Season four has been great televison. I mean I understand why it got cancelled, they fucked up bad on season two and three so no one even bothered to tune in for season 4. Well I didnt even bother to watch those two seasons and I tuned in this year and have been very pleased. The montages are at all time high and The OC has always played quality music so I have been satisfied. So after tonight, RIP OC, thank you for two seasons of great tv. I’m tired. I’m “off” of Tylenol PM. The result of this has been some rough nights where I end up watching TV until 4:30 and get three or four hours of sleep. I am able to get up without much distress though, and that is the primary reason I stopped using aids. Waking up was so hard, and my eyes were often bloodshot and it wasn’t really safe to go drive to the city. I would have awesome and fucked up dreams when I would take it though. I miss that.
I am going to write a play. Its going to be themed around urban sprawl. Basically it will be a tragedy about a family torn between staying loyal and selling out for the money. I am scared about writing this because I actually think this is a good idea, unlike most of mine. I’m scared of fucking it up. It makes me wish I had my life coach but he dumped me.
For the past few years I have tried to see all of the films nominated in major categories for the Oscars. I fail every year. This year doesn’t look to be any different. I’m kind of close. I have Half Nelson here to watch and I will probably see Babel before Sunday. But I still need to see Letters From Iwo Jima, The Queen, Blood Diamond, and The Last King Of Scotland. So I got kind of close, but not really. I think Departed deserves anything that it will hopefully win. I hope cute little Abigail and Alan Arkin win best supporting actress and actor. I believe that Thank You For Smoking was the most snubbed film of the year.
I went to my parents house for the first time since Christmas. Kind of sad and makes me feel like I’m playing the role of bad son. Truth is that I don’t have a lot of time between work, school, and sitting at home being depressed and feeling sorry for myself. It is a pretty cool house that’s got a old fashion type of feel to it. If it weren’t so far away I would invite people out there, but I feel like no one would want to. I was sent out there to fix their printer. I took the paper out and turned it off and on. Fixed. They make me feel like less of a n00b than I am. It’s a nice feeling to have every once in awhile. I got to see my dog. I love Lucy. She has more emotions than any dog I have ever seen in my life. She is not afraid to show that she is pissed off or sad. She hates Aiden. She just sits on her pillow with her eyes low when he is around. She is the greatest. I got her as my birthday present when I was in 5th grade. Hopefully this year I will live somewhere where I will be able to treat myself to that again. I feel that if I had cat or dog all of my life problems would be erased.
It’s nice this week. 40’s. Klapprich is officially done than. That’s okay though because it has sucked balls and has been a huge disappointment since the beginning of February. It was an okay season though. Got some fun games in there, got a chance to perfect my shot…and got to play once with I-Falls.
Yeah. I’m pretty sure my spring break is the week in March when no one else’s is. March 19-23? Oh well, I will become best friends with a cat named Zelda that week. It will be just like old times. I will have midterms the week before that but it shouldn’t be that bad, a couple of tests, paper, and project. So if you’re in town I will chill. I have a problem with being a dick through internet conversation so don’t let your impression of me over aim be the last one.
I have nothing else to say.
-thoy-