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Whaddaya know, two posts in two days.
Sitting in bed, laptop (unbelievably) is on lap, Opeth live at Shepherd's Bush Empire plays in the corner of the screen. Just polished off the last of the Futurama episodes I had... around 40 in total I think (season's 2 and 3). Will no doubt suffer withdrawals soon, but not to Soprano extent. Now there's a show that should be classed as an addictive.... fucken.... thing. Fuck off.
Closure improvisation on now.
Just before I was reading the A Perfect Circle review boards, and found that they listed them in a 'by concert' fasion... which logically should be expected, but hey, to hell with expectations. So I read them all, was disgusted by about 80% of them, so wrote my own. Wankers and their moshing. Bah.
If you haven't noticed by now, this entry exists for the sole purpose of talking shit, so if you're looking for something enlightening, try...jamming a bastard in it you craps!
My sole purpose today was to move a computer desk out of my room, and to pick up my sister from gym. I picked up my sister, but only half moved the desk. Little steps. I'm going to make myself insane unless I find something to do pretty soon. Infact, to keep myself motivated and mentally fit, I shall list my course of action for the next two weeks.
1: Get both my PC and Eddies PC back from Recon in the next couple of days.
2: Put eddies VGA card in my machine, just to salvage things.
3: Things To Salvage:
a: EXEs file
b: Resume
c: Any important mp3's
d: Photos of importance
e: Netcaptor Program Files Folder. Essential for browser on new comp.
f: Any other Program Files Folder that I need. Probably a few.
g: Anything else that comes to mind
4: BOOK FUCKING TICKETS TO OPETH FOR NEXT WEEK.
5: Finish the resume, including work for Bob Wilson, Jon Power and Trevor Tolley (I made each and every one of those peoples names up right then)
5: Print off 8 resumes, then sit around for a few days
6: As a last resort, when the realisation that the mining guy is not gonna call has set in, take some resumes to different places.
7: Go to Melbourne, get drunk at the football and go see Opeth.
Right, life is in order. What the fuck am I doing. Surely there are better subjects to discuss than what I plan to do over the next two weeks.
Well... in two weeks to the day I will be 18. And therefore considered an adult, no matter how much I dispute the claim, with substantial evidence proving that I am, in fact, a useless juvenile. No matter. I would like to talk about the big party I'm having and the great time I'll have, but there will be no party, no guests, little booze, and most importantly - NO MONEY. That's all I care about see.
Just captured this off the DVD as I was watching then. During Weakness.
So now I'm having a well sick conversation with Tim on planting this one seed I have brilliantly smuggled into the state. Cotton wool, then bung 'er into some soil and give 'er some sun. Truth is I don't know what I'm doing, and if the seed did somehow survive to this point, it will soon be dead by my hands.
Mmm, 20 to 4. If I could think of some other shit to ramble on about I would. To any stupid sucker that actually read all this, ha! You just wasted at least 5 minutes when you could have been cooking lunch. Hmm righto, for lack of a better entry conclusion -
FUCK OFF
Sitting in bed, laptop (unbelievably) is on lap, Opeth live at Shepherd's Bush Empire plays in the corner of the screen. Just polished off the last of the Futurama episodes I had... around 40 in total I think (season's 2 and 3). Will no doubt suffer withdrawals soon, but not to Soprano extent. Now there's a show that should be classed as an addictive.... fucken.... thing. Fuck off.
Closure improvisation on now.
Just before I was reading the A Perfect Circle review boards, and found that they listed them in a 'by concert' fasion... which logically should be expected, but hey, to hell with expectations. So I read them all, was disgusted by about 80% of them, so wrote my own. Wankers and their moshing. Bah.
If you haven't noticed by now, this entry exists for the sole purpose of talking shit, so if you're looking for something enlightening, try...jamming a bastard in it you craps!
My sole purpose today was to move a computer desk out of my room, and to pick up my sister from gym. I picked up my sister, but only half moved the desk. Little steps. I'm going to make myself insane unless I find something to do pretty soon. Infact, to keep myself motivated and mentally fit, I shall list my course of action for the next two weeks.
1: Get both my PC and Eddies PC back from Recon in the next couple of days.
2: Put eddies VGA card in my machine, just to salvage things.
3: Things To Salvage:
a: EXEs file
b: Resume
c: Any important mp3's
d: Photos of importance
e: Netcaptor Program Files Folder. Essential for browser on new comp.
f: Any other Program Files Folder that I need. Probably a few.
g: Anything else that comes to mind
4: BOOK FUCKING TICKETS TO OPETH FOR NEXT WEEK.
5: Finish the resume, including work for Bob Wilson, Jon Power and Trevor Tolley (I made each and every one of those peoples names up right then)
5: Print off 8 resumes, then sit around for a few days
6: As a last resort, when the realisation that the mining guy is not gonna call has set in, take some resumes to different places.
7: Go to Melbourne, get drunk at the football and go see Opeth.
Right, life is in order. What the fuck am I doing. Surely there are better subjects to discuss than what I plan to do over the next two weeks.
Well... in two weeks to the day I will be 18. And therefore considered an adult, no matter how much I dispute the claim, with substantial evidence proving that I am, in fact, a useless juvenile. No matter. I would like to talk about the big party I'm having and the great time I'll have, but there will be no party, no guests, little booze, and most importantly - NO MONEY. That's all I care about see.
Just captured this off the DVD as I was watching then. During Weakness.
So now I'm having a well sick conversation with Tim on planting this one seed I have brilliantly smuggled into the state. Cotton wool, then bung 'er into some soil and give 'er some sun. Truth is I don't know what I'm doing, and if the seed did somehow survive to this point, it will soon be dead by my hands.
Mmm, 20 to 4. If I could think of some other shit to ramble on about I would. To any stupid sucker that actually read all this, ha! You just wasted at least 5 minutes when you could have been cooking lunch. Hmm righto, for lack of a better entry conclusion -
FUCK OFF