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| 05:05pm 05/11/2005 |
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Im definately OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND.
cabrini blows, but what else is new...
i need to find a hobby or buy some tylemol PMs. |
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| 12:53pm 24/10/2005 |
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mood: contemplative music: mason jennings- crown
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last week was extreme...
slowly but surely i guess...... |
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| 04:12pm 18/10/2005 |
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cabrini sucks. end of story |
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| I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE |
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| 11:37am 10/10/2005 |
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alright so i was chugging red bulls last night so i could stay up late & fix all of anthony razzis mistakes & then finish what my group has to do for our marketing project. i ended up not being able to sleep at all. (obviously)
so this morning i was CRACKED OUT.
i had my paino lesson at 1015. i was standing outside the door waiting for my teacher to finish a song she was playing before i came in. this creepy kid walks up to me & starts talking to me. now i know there's something wrong with him... i'm not really sure what exactly, but it was one of those circumstances when you're forced to be nice to someone. so i talked to him & then left because i had to go to class. it was really creepy, but whatever i figured it was over.
so i go in there, & by that time i was so tired that i was pretty much hallucinating trying to read this really complicated sheet music & sight read, trying to bullshit my way through the songs i really didn't practice all that much. it was a strain on the few brain cells i have left.
so i walked out even more tired & cracked than i was before, and 45 minutes later guess whos waiting for me outside the classroom? yep. i was not prepared for this. i have a really small capacity for processing ridiculous things like that. i didn't know what to do. i kind of just stood there with my jaw dropped staring at him.
he gives me this card with his phone number, email address, & screen name on it. he asked me to fill one out for him & i gave him all this random information, said i had a meeting, & basically ran away because i couldnt handle tyring to be nice to someone for so long. he kept saying stuff like "youre really cute. do you think i'm cute?"
im not a nice person. its not my nature. when i'm forced to be nice to someone for more than 30 seconds i start bugging out & panicing because i dont know how to handle myself. anyway, now i have to change my lesson time again because i really dont want to be confronted by this kid again.
this incident is part of a string of ridiculous situations with creepy strangers that i have been having all week.
on our friday errands i was standing in line at commerce withdrawing more money from my bank account because i have no job and no income, but high living expenses. so the guy a few people ahead of me in line turns around & stares me down while im standing there. he sits down on a chair that's literally 4 feet away from me & starts going "pssst! pssst!" or whistling trying to get my attention. i finally get to the counter & hes still staring at me. he gets up from the chair thats now about seven feet away & stands RIGHT NEXT TO ME at an empty spot & stands there blatently staring at me. i leave & he follows me outside. i flipped him off & drove away.
let's see.
yesterday we watched football all day at the apartments. the guys were all drinking & ran out of beer or something, so jess & i went to the liqour store to buy them a case since they couldnt drive & are actual sports fans & wanted to stay & watch the game.
the wawa is right next door so i went there while she bought the case & got a few red bulls. the back of my shirt says "tiny" at the top with a number 3 below it. this 70 year old man with a southern accent standing behind me asks "is tiny your boyfriend or somethin?"
im really bad when it comes to subtlety, so instead of being like "yes tiny is my boyfriend, hes far from tiny, and i love him" so the guy stopped talking to me, i said "haha I'm tiny" we ended up talking about the game & got really excited when he asked me the score so i could give it to him & talk about how much the eagles blow & how the cowboys were not only winning, but kicking eagle ass. the guy was actually from texas & said he hated the cowboys & started getting in my face about how i should be an eagles fan.
i shouldnt have an opinion on this because i dont watch football... but i gave him mine anyway. first of all, there werent half as many eagles fans as there were before they got into the superbowl, just like there wont be any phillies fans until it looks like they might win a bunch of games. their cheerleaders are famous & gorgeous, while we probably picked ours up on the boulevard somewhere. philly fans are obnoxious, terrible fans who will beat up fans for other teams, then ridicule their own once they start losing. texas is a way cooler state than pennsylvania, they have nicer colors than we do, & their team isnt as fat as ours. i explained all this to him, it was finally our turn to get rung up, & we went "bye tiny" real load & left in his pickup truck beeping the horn.
if im writing a lot its because im really tired & drinking two red bulls to stay awake for my next class. theres a fewmore creepy people ive met, but this is a little long to talk about every single one, & ill probably end up deleting this entry once i read it after a good nap & realize that none of this makes sence. |
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| 12:00am 05/10/2005 |
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mood: high music: lil jon- play no games
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hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
okay.
so the girl next door and i hate each other. like deep rooted hatred for each other. basically, she started fucking with me the first week of school & i apparently made her life not worth living.... but I'll get back to that in a minute.
So tonight was like the first night in a long time when I've honestly had absolutely no work to do, so we decided to drive out on our blunt route & smoke really really early for us. When my roommate came home, I was ripped on my bed with ant watching freaks & geeks. we went out for a cig & ended up in new res to get food. i come back, still really really really high, with a fucking poptart in my hand & the girl next door is out there freaking out about something, half the damn cheerleading team is either hanging out of her back door or mine. But I'm really high & don't want to get involved, so I just walk by with my head down totally oblivious to the fact that shes standing outside my room screaming to the RA about me. haha
so I sit down in front of my computer, I didn't have my visine & my eyes were bright summertime tomato red.
and the RA sticks her head in the door & asks me to come outside. there's a bunch of ketchup packets all over our porch & the girl goes into this big thing with all her friends watching about how I'm terrorizing her, and apparently fucked up her car, and made her afraid to come to her dorm at night, and how she could press legal charges but shes a good person & doesnt want to do that, and how she didn't want to get the school involved but was forced to, and how she at this point would rather commute then live next door to me, and shes practically sobbing...
and I'm standing there blazed out of my mind.
& i guess they were all waiting for me to apologize or crack or something. but i just stood there watching her make herself sound like such a victim & not knowing what the appropriate thing to do in this situation would be. i would occasionally give her a look or subtly insult her, but for the most part i just stood there not knowing what to do.
so now we have to go meet with big tots & i cant wait. i really do live for the times when i get to talk myself out of ridiculous situations.
i guess i should be worried about getting in trouble & everything.. but the fact that she took this so hard makes me happy. now instead of learning my lesson, i'll probably end up going out of my way to be mean to her, & fuck her ugly boyfriend or something just to make her cry. |
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| 10:28am 16/09/2005 |
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mood: confused music: brandston- holly park
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last night was fucking hysterical
& i think we're all going to chuckie town tonight (john found new roads that we have to explore)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| 03:10pm 14/09/2005 |
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mood: wired music: mannequin- take me to the club
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Bill Zimmerman found out that I call him "Big-Titty Bill"
my computer is fucked up. |
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| 03:32pm 12/09/2005 |
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mood: bored music: felix da housecat
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I'm pretty sure my piano teacher thinks I'm a crackhead. I wonder why. |
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| 02:15pm 10/09/2005 |
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mood: high music: crash into me remix
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we amazed kaitlin yesterday afternoon when we took her on a ride to JimiLand. we started talking about charles town while we were staring at these just huge fields of horses on both sides of the car. caitlin put $20 in anthonys car & we went later that night. we got lost on our way back & ended up back in JimiLand. Then at about 15 miles an hour, we chased a deer down the road for about a mile or so. There was someone right behind us, & we had no idea what to do...
our ride lasted three hours, & was non-stop. :)
we came back to cabrini for pizza & buddah bar, & caitlin & i passed out in my room & woke up at 11 the next morning realizing that we had basically told everyone that we would be right back, & then just going to sleep.
we needed coffee this morning & ended up back here with a shit load of shit. we passed our playground on the way to lancaster. now we have to go back & ride the carousel thing. :) |
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| 07:46pm 09/09/2005 |
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at the risk of showing everyone how retarded i can look, here's a nice photo update of my first thirsty thursday:
( Read more... ) |
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| 01:28pm 07/09/2005 |
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mood: chipper music: iio- rapture
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i pumped gas all by myself today! (it costs $40 to fill up my tank. bleh.) |
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| 09:48am 07/09/2005 |
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mood: horny music: gwen stefani
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i think i already broke morpheus... and then really fucked up the rest of my computer.
goddamnit. |
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| 10:35am 04/09/2005 |
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mood: tired music: inoj- let me love you down
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we went to the ghetto mcdonalds last night for dinner. i got yelled at like 3 times at the drive through, & then they fucked up our food. so we reversed it, went inside & got some free apple pies out of the whole thing.
im really really tired today. & i have to work from 1-4 bleh. hopefully i can make like 50 bucks or something. anthonys quitting planet beach & coming to bertuccis! hot shit. |
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| 03:06pm 29/08/2005 |
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i really like my roommate now, because she makes me coffee when i am tired.
good shit.
i finally found my id card, so now i can eat more than a cracker pack every day. thats really good too. |
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| 11:06am 26/08/2005 |
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mood: groggy music: listening to cory salizars sexy voice in the library
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its always fun to get really stoned with your coworkers on your first day of work. |
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| 01:40pm 23/08/2005 |
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stalking with jes + other things =
fun fun fun |
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| 10:51am 17/08/2005 |
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lets see...
so now i work at chilis. training was really boring & i had to work a double yesterday, so i went into the bathroom & called anthony & begged him to call the restaurant pretending to be my dad & say that there was some kind of emergency at home so i could leave early. he wouldnt do it. i begged. i told him i would pay him $100 to do it but still he wouldnt. he agreed to just call & ask for me. so he did in front of my manager & i picked up the phone & started crying & freaking out. i hung up & told her that there was some terrible emergency at home & she let me leave. then i smoked with anthony, megan, & francesca & went tanning. good times. we ended up playing an intense game of rummy 500 in french's basement until like 1 in the morning.
occupation: bull-shitter.
now im in cabrinis library checking out cory salizar & studying for my food test. we move in in like 2 weeks!!!! |
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| 04:59pm 28/07/2005 |
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mood: crazy/bored music: blondie
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"tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better than making you my bride & slowly growing old together?"
ive called like 15 people from cabrini, & no one knows when we're supposed to go back. i hate that about our school. nobody knows shit about shit until the very last minute. i bet we all actually enrolled in some kind of scam school & when we do finally go back, the windows will be boarded up & the land repossesed by the government. i cant wait to go back though, im so sick of working stupid ass jobs all the time.
on the bright side, caitlin visited a few days ago & we had a blast. there was some kind of huge pot drug bust in florida or somewhere thats connected to like 41 major drug dealers. i saw it on the news the other day. thank god for canada. :) we visited tommy & everybody & then visited cabrini to reminess. (sp?) we were fucked & of all the people in the world to see at cabrizzle, i almost run over marilyn while screaming lyrics to a song we're blasting in the car. (shes the 100 year old spinster that taught the poetry class i failed last semester) aside from that little mishap, we had fun there. from what i remember, it was the greatest two days ever.
OH YEAH! by old boss that fucked me over asked me out on a date the other day. haha. no thanks...
seriously though, this last month is killing me- im so motherfucking sick of summer its not even funny. |
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