February 22nd, 2005
man, the moving units are hilarious
devotchka shall never cease to surprise me (and in a great way)
and i'm gonna blow up at the next bitchy customer/boss i serve
p.s. rain is crazee
Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: ambulance ltd
January 19th, 2005
|09:54 pm - a peak inside my heart|
The following is completely honest. Not one drop of sarcasm -- I guarantee it
I enjoy everyone's company, except those of my parents which is natural and coworkers.
I always see the beautiful side of you and of anyone.
I'm envious of everyone, but not in a negative/obsessive way. Take it as a compliment
I'm currently smittened.
I carry no grudges, save those for high school counselors.
My (friendly) silence is not pretentiousness. [not at all, quite the opposite]
I dearly miss those that I've known quite intimately (or thought I did) in 2004.
Even if this sounds naive and stupid, I'm gonna go on and say it.
I love most everything
P.S. except for zucchinni
due to taste and spelling difficulty
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: the transgressors
December 25th, 2004
|11:40 pm - I love everyone :)|
Merry Christmas to everyone!!! Hope you all got what you wanted and if not, maybe at least you have the receipt?
Oh yeah, somehow I managed to get myself accepted to a college. Lucky me. I dunno how I pulled that one off. It hasn't really hit me that I'm a senior until I realized that I'll be packing my bags and waving goodbye next August.
So I guess this really is a time of renewal. The funny thing is, it's not the least bit scary. Change is a force to be reckoned with.
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Fiery Furnaces
December 3rd, 2004
|05:16 pm - ZOMBIES!!!|
How amazing does a videogame where instead of killing zombies, you play the zombie himself SOUND!?
In 1933, Edward "Stubbs" Stubblefield was just another traveling salesman trying to get by during the Great Depression. His lifelong losing streak reached its logical conclusion when he was brutally murdered and ignominiously buried in a remote Pennsylvania field.
Now it’s 1959. Billionaire playboy industrialist Andrew Monday has constructed a monument to his own ego: Punchbowl, Pennsylvania, a technology-driven City of the Future to which the world will look for guidance. Unfortunately, Punchbowl is built atop the same stretch of land where Stubbs was buried all those years ago. When he crawls out of his grave during Punchbowl’s opening day celebration, Stubbs doesn’t know who killed him or why he’s returned. All he knows is that eating somebody’s brains would make him feel better.
In death, Stubbs has finally achieved the success and power he never had in life. The tension mounts until the city explodes in a full-scale human vs. zombie war.
Current Mood: strep throat
Current Music: Velvet Underground - Heroin
November 10th, 2004
|09:56 pm - Gee Whiz|
I've decided to just completely accept my inner nerd, which is pretty much my entire personality. And man do I love fonts...
( Check out Fonts in Action!Collapse )
Current Mood: jubilant
Current Music: Heroin - velvet underground
October 17th, 2004
I can't sleep...
Last night, a drunk driver ran a red light and full on hit my car and pushed me into oncoming traffic. My car's fucked, my neck's fucked and the best part of it is that the cops don't give a shit about drunk drivers unless someone's killed.
Yay, now I cant even get out of bed, I have to roll out. Oh man I look like such a retard...
Current Mood: shocked
September 29th, 2004
Whatever happened to books like this one? I really do miss the good old days.
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Kelly Watch The Stars - Air
July 14th, 2004
|05:30 pm - There's Always Traffic For A Damn Good Reason|
So it's 4:30 pm, I'm stuck as usual on the 405 and there's a ton of traffic. Not so hard to imagine, right? And I'm inching along, when suddenly I look in my rear view mirror and guess who's behind me? The Coroner. Yup, for one hour, I sat nervously in front of the Coroner's white van. Was my time up? But soon enough, I realize why. A bunch of police cars are surrounding the leftest lane, and there's a dead body with a sheet covering it. A construction worker had been hit. Ah-hah! I still have time. Who knew that traffic jams could be so enlightening?
Wait...does this make me sound insensitive?
Current Mood: thirsty
Current Music: my slurping
July 7th, 2004
|10:23 pm - Always Prepare for the Worst|
Mortuary Fact #1
Mark Gruenwald, the influential Marvel Comics editor who helped create Captain America, wanted his ashes mixed with ink and printed into a comic book after his death. His wife followed his wishes, and his remains were printed into a special edition poster of 'Squadron Supreme' in 1996.
Mortuary Fact #2
Ed Headrick, the free spirit who created the Frisbee and was a lifelong advocate of the Frisbee lifesytle, asked his family members to cast his ashes into a series of limited edition discs.
Mortuary Fact #3
For as little as $1000, a Georgia firm will mix the ashes of a loved one with concrete and cast the deceased into an artificial reef to create habitat for endangered ocean species.
Mortuary Fact #4
An Italian coffin maker recently sought to increase sales by using bikini-clad models posing with the caskets.
I thought you guys should hear this. Death isn't brought up enough in the American culture, so why not brag about it now?
Current Mood: loved
Current Music: daisies of the galaxy
June 21st, 2004
|12:39 am - Summer Baby|
Fuck trying to cure your boredom, the summer school, the summer reading you were assigned by the school or your local library OR your mother, attempting to lose weight to fit in a bikini, quitting smoking/drinking/carbs/desserts/soda/meat/porn/pills/uv rays/suv cars (just give in to your desires man, it's that simple), watching terrible television programs, going to lame kick-backs, falling asleep at 3 in the morning, waking up at 2 in the afternoon, driving around aimlessly, and most of all going to the beach.
I know what you really want to do, and that's to join me! yes, me! to the fantastic goal of becoming a kick-ass skateboarder.
Yup, I want to learn how to skateboard by the end of the summer so I can wear Volcom legitimately and ALSO! to fall into that hot skateboarder chick stereotype....
Over and Out.
Current Mood: ACTIVE!
Current Music: ...(rather not say)