Corporate Whoredom

Moratorium on Depressing Entries

Wed, 06 Sep 2006 21:15:43 GMT

Alright, kids, so I started my journal back up only to write several depressing entries. I'm really not that pathetic. I mean, I'm somewhat pathetic, but it's not as bad as it may seem.

Today, for instance, was, for the most part, good. It was a busy day, but it was alright. I had to park in the BFE lot, but I arrived just in time to catch the shuttle. I got to the school with just enough time to have a quick smoke and get a cup of coffee. I had Criminal Law at 9:40 this morning, so I got to sleep in a little, though I nearly fell asleep in class as it's really boring. Smoke break. Legal Writing at 10:50, smoke break, then straight to the College Democrats meeting. That was somewhat interesting and they had free pizza. Then we all had to attend the WestLaw and LexisNexis training sessions. Nothing too interesting, but they both offer these points programs that allow you to eventually buy cool stuff if you do enough research.

Anyway, then I came home. I got on WestLaw to see how many points I had. I was supposed to get 250 points for joining the American Bar Association, which I did. I didn't have the points, though, and I couldn't sign into their website. I called customer service and found out that they're behind on their registrations, but that I shouldn't worry. Fine.

In other news, my new clothes were in my front door when I got home. I also got a stupid coupon book from the welcome wagon. It was crap. That was clearly just a blatant excuse to include another website.

My Property class was cancelled for tomorrow, so I'm looking forward to a little relaxation this evening.

See, that's not so bad. For the moment, though, I think I'll go get as much work done as possible so as to maximize my free time this evening. I think I'll also try to go to sleep a little early tonight. I'm getting sleep deprived.

Unforseen Consequences

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 05:17:29 GMT

You know, I really had no idea that I could possibly end up so bored and lonely on free night. I have nothing to do tomorrow but attend a cookout at my mom's house, but I don't have anybody to hang out with. This sucks!

I called Brian at like 5:00 this evening, after our emotional night last night, to see how he was doing. I guess he was alright. Either way, he said he would call this evening if he was doing anything. He hasn't called and it's nearly 1AM. I guess he isn't doing anything. That sucks, but I wouldn't want to hang out with me either. At least not after another night like last night. Is it too much to ask that we be able to hang out once in a while without one or the other of us crying? I don't think it is and it used to be fairly common. Our mutual situations right now, however, seem to forbid it. I'm lonely and broken and he's lonely and unhappy. Clearly that's an oversimplification, but whatever. I don't want to think about it anymore tonight.

On an even more pathetic note, I left the house just now thinking that I would walk to the gas station to buy smokes, then walk to the bar. I didn't even make it across the street before I changed my mind. I got in my car and headed to the gas station, still undecided about what I would do thereafter. I considered going to AWOL or somewhere. I thought about parking my car and walking to High Beck or Low Beck. I ended up parking my car in the exact spot from which I removed it only moments earlier and returning to my computer. Going out by myself just doesn't sound that appealing. I know me. I'll just drink more than usual, spend too much money, come home and pass out. I really can't be spending money like that. I won't delve into the other aspects of that quandry here. I think I'll leave those untouched. It's in the best interest of my self esteem.

At any rate, I need to meet people. No, strike that. I need to meet fun, interesting people that I don't hate. I've met some people lately, but either we have very little in common or I don't like them. I like several of the people from law school, but we have VERY little in common and I don't picture myself actually hanging out with them much. I sort of wish I had driven to Newark this evening. At least that way I could have had somebody to hang out with, even if it was just a familiar bartender. That would have been ok.

I'll tell you one thing: I can't possibly take another quiz on okcupid.com or attempt to chat on gay.com any more this evening. I would rather play bejeweled on yahoo for the 17,000th time. In all actuality, I will probably have another glass of whiskey or two, sit around bemoaning my lonliness for a while and go to bed. God, I'm pathetic.

I was supposed to get the assignment for Contracts that's due on Tuesday from Jesse or Mary today, but neither responded to my requests. I guess I'll have to be more insistant tomorrow. Whatever.

Oh... in other news, I'm in the process of trying to figure out what happened to my right front tooth. It was fine yesterday, but today it hurts to breathe. It's extremely sensitive to temperature and it seems that the only thing that feels alright is to keep my mouth closed. It was already chipped, but I feel that I may have chipped it further or fractured it somehow. Either way, it sucks. I don't have time for dental surgery, but I don't really want to have a painful tooth all the time either. I don't know what the deal is. One thing I know for sure, though, is that I would look awfully hot missing my right front tooth. Balding I can handle to some extent, but missing a tooth I could really do without. I don't need anything else working against me.

I have lost 15 pounds since I moved up here, but I feel that any weight loss would be completely negated by grill issues. My grill is kinda funky anyway. I'd rather not damage it further.

I give up.

Holy Shit

Wed, 23 Aug 2006 05:40:38 GMT

Wow, people do actually still look at this thing. That's crazy. Well, I guess I have an audience to write to after all...

I don't really have much to say at the moment, except that I'm still an idiot. That's all I really have to say on the matter.

For the record, law school is alright so far, but my social life is over, which sucks.
_______________________________
Go to sleep, may your sweet dreams come true
Just lay back in my arms for one more night
I've this crazy old notion that calls me sometimes
Saying this one's the love of our lives.

Refrain:
Cause I know a love that will never grow old
And I know a love that will never grow old.

When you wake up the world may have changed
But trust in me, I'll never falter or fail
Just the smile in your eyes, it can light up the night,
And your laughter's like wind in my sails.

(Refrain)

Lean on me, let our hearts beat in time,
Feel strength from the hands that have held you so long.
Who cares where we go on this rutted old road
In a world that may say that we're wrong.

(Refrain)
______________________
!!!

Antiproductivity

Sun, 20 Aug 2006 23:04:21 GMT

I realize that I called myself an idiot in my last post, but last night takes the cake. I think I finally went to bed around 9:30 or 10:00 this morning...

Tim came up from Newark and we went to High Beck where we met Brian and Jessica. We drank for a while, then came back to my house for shots and various other things before we proceeded to Axis. It's a sure indicator that I'm wasted if I end up at Axis, but this marks the second time that I've been to Axis and not vomited. Woo hoo.

So, even though I start fucking law school tomorrow morning, I slept until nearly 5 o'clock this evening. See? I'm a genius. So, now it's 7 o'clock. I still haven't finished my homework. I have a burn wound on my leg. I feel kinda crappy and I'm as emotionally damaged as ever.

Unrequited love sucks and I don't make it any easier for myself.

Sat, 19 Aug 2006 06:17:12 GMT

Yay, once again, for High Beck.

I'm an idiot. (But at least my idiocy is in walking distance.)

Another Phase...

Sat, 19 Aug 2006 04:52:33 GMT

Well, I guess it isn't necessary to say that I haven't written anything substantial on here in more than a year. I seriously doubt that anyone is even still reading (attempting to read) this journal, but as I enter this latest phase of my life, I again feel like I have something to say. I make no claim that this will be significant to anybody but me, but it at least gives me an outlet through which I can express myself. If you're reading it, enjoy.

So, today was my first real day of orientation for law school. As the Magic 8 Ball might say, if more flexible, "All signs point to heavy." Today was just one big ray of sunshine, from beginning to end. We pretty much sat through five different sessions, each of which described in various ways how difficult law school will be and how much we can expect it to suck. (Note: We can expect it to suck A LOT.) We'll see how it goes in reality.

I had the assignment done for this afternoon's class (Yes, we had assignments for orientation), but we were assigned another one for tomorrow, in addition to receiving the first assignments for all of my other classes, which are due on Monday and Tuesday. I have a LOT of work to do between now and then, but I simply can't exist with my face in a book 24/7. It's not in my nature. I'm a social being and that has already been inhibited in the last few weeks simply by my circumstances. I moved into a new house in a new city where I don't really know anybody. The people here that I do know have obligations, jobs, families, significant others and the like that keep (have kept) them from hanging out with me when I'm sick of being alone. I now feel that I've been basically alone for the last two weeks, excepting the short period when Phil was here from Phoenix. That was nice, but it was still somehow not-completely-fulfilling due to my ignorance of my surroundings and the overriding obligations of moving. C'est la vie. I'm really glad he was here anyway.

I don't see this getting much better, however. I seem to have about 160 pages to read for the start of classes, which certainly cramps my social style. I got the criminal law stuff out of the way this evening. I decided to do it first because it interests me the least. I really want nothing to do with it, other than increasing my own ability to keep myself out of trouble. (Oh... and passing the bar exam. That'd be good.) I predict that I will like my professor, though, since they announced at convocation that he debated Pat Robertson on... stem cell research, I think. It doesn't matter. He debated Pat Robertson on TV. He's my hero.

Upon my very cursory review of my property law casebook, I don't think it's going to be a problem. I'm sure it goes into more depth than I'm used to, but it seems to cover basically my profession of the last three years. Hell, I've been known to meet attorneys with their clients so that I can explain the property law problems with their real estate. I vow to approach this humbly anyway because I will inevitably get myself into trouble if I don't. Nobody likes a cocky law student. (Or a cocky lawyer for that matter.)

I haven't really checked out the texts for torts or contracts yet. I'm slightly less confident about my understanding of contracts than property, but I think I should be ok. Torts is another matter entirely. I took a law and economic course in college that focused mostly on tort law. I did poorly. Actually, I did really poorly. This is entirely attributable to the fact that I nearly never attended and when I did attend I wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind, if you will. At any rate, I have a bad taste in my mouth when it comes to tort law, but I hope to get over that as I actually put forth some effort toward understanding it. That's the plan anyway...

I'm keeping my reservations about my classmates to myself until after tomorrow. I'm hoping to meet some decent people at the "student organization street fair." At least there I can connect with the LGBT organization at school and possibly meet people that don't suck. (Note: they'll suck, too... not in a good way.) If I will say anything of substance here it is this: sitting in my classroom at 8:40 this morning, before anything started at all, I listened to the conversation going on behind me. It was one of the most sophomoric and disgusting conversations I've heard since high school. I'll just say that one of the boys behind me expressed his desire to be known as a "Vag Badger."

Wait!?! I thought this was graduate school! NOOOOOOOOOOO!

I guess Ohio State frat boys are inescapable in Columbus, Ohio. I guess I shouldn't be shocked. People are dumb. I've known that for years. Decades, even. At any rate, I guess I was disappointed to have my high expectations for the student body shot down so quickly and so early. Orientation hadn't even started. Oh well. Welcome to reality, harsh as it may be. I'm not even going to comment on the use of the word 'faggot' in that conversation.

I may start writing here more frequently, or I may find that I don't have the time. I'm guessing that I will make the time, as it at least feels more like social interaction, even if nobody is reading it. Shit, if I can't express my thoughts and feelings to actual people I can at least release them into cyberland. Is that better than nothing?

Thu, 10 Nov 2005 03:50:35 GMT

Gay Bear

Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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Wed, 09 Nov 2005 01:44:51 GMT

You are Cocaine (aka: coke, crack, snow, 151...).
You are the second most commonly used drug in
the world. You are very witty, talented, perky
person if you can just have the right
opportunity to show to everybody how unique you
are, when you are in a good mood you can reach
a very high point of happiness. You are
classified as class (A and B) illegal drugs.

What kind of Drugs are you? and how that reflect your personality?
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Sun, 08 May 2005 00:15:47 GMT

Your brain: 100% interpersonal, 80% visual, 60% verbal, and 160% mathematical!

Congratulations on being 400% smart! Actually, on my test, everyone is. The above score breaks down what kind of thinking you most enjoy doing. A score above 100% means you use that kind of thinking more than average, and a score below 100% means you use it less. It says nothing about how good you are at any one, just how interested you are in each, relatively. A substantial difference in scores between two people means, conclusively, that they are different kinds of thinkers.

Matching Summary: Each of us has different tastes. Still, I offer the following advice, which I think is obvious:

Don't date someone if your interpersonal percentages differ by more than 80%.
Don't be friends with someone if your verbal percentages differ by more than 100%.
Don't have sex with someone if their math percentage is over 200%.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 83% on interpersonal

You scored higher than 65% on visual

You scored higher than 64% on verbal

You scored higher than 84% on mathematical

Link: The 4-Variable IQ Test written by chriscoyne on OkCupid Free Online Dating

Hrm... figures

Fri, 11 Mar 2005 05:17:10 GMT

Your Brain is 53.33% Female, 46.67% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female

You are both sensitive and savvy

Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed

But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Another Project

Sun, 27 Feb 2005 22:27:27 GMT

Well, here's my latest project: www.winfieldksclubhouse.com. Check it out, but there isn't much to it at this point.

(This also seems to be the best way to get it registered on google and other such search engines. Feel free to link to it on your sites...)

Thu, 17 Feb 2005 00:00:37 GMT

I don't really feel like writing anything today, but I feel like I should. Explain that one.

I called my mom the day before she got home from vacation to let her know that the project would not be complete by the time she got home. She had NO IDEA what I was talking about. She knew I had a surprise for her, but she didn't know what it was and she had no concept of any project. So, when my parents got back in town I set up the living room to make it look like it was finished (complete with fabric draped, not sewn, over pillow forms) and had them over for chinese food. I honestly thought my mom was going to cry when I told her that I had recovered that chaise myself. They were both duly impressed both with the project and the direction in which the room is heading. I'm getting there. Progress is all I can realistically ask for.

I nearly lost my job on Monday. (Not really, they can't fire me!) You see, my boss had to call and wake me up on Friday morning. She hates it when I do that. They really, really hated it when I did it again on Monday. They were surprisingly nice to me, however. "How can we help you? Is there something wrong? Are you having problems outside of work?" No, I just hate mornings. It really is that simple. Yes, I've been known to stay out too late on work nights, but for the most part those nights don't coincide with my oversleeping. I cannot do that anymore. It makes me feel like an asshole and that's not okay.

In other news, my friends are really gearing up for the drag show on Friday. It's gonna be NUTS. Troy and Jon have been working their tails off. They were at the bar at like 3:00 this afternoon. I stopped by after work and they were building a DJ booth. I helped a little but mostly stood around and smoked cigarettes. For my part of this whole extravaganza I have made it my personal mission to invite every fucking homo in a 30 mile radius of Newark. I emailed the gay organizations at every college I could think of, even alumni associations where appropriate, and I've been personally inviting random people from the Internet. I can't think of another way to advertise, especially since the show is Friday and homosexuals in small-town Ohio are a difficult demographic to market to. So, if you don't have the Internet and don't have friends who do then I guess you're not invited. So there. (Neener, neener!)

Quick Comment on my Intelligence

Wed, 16 Feb 2005 12:58:03 GMT

My throat still hurts, my glands are still swolen. I finally made a doctor's appointment for this morning. Note the date.

Meh

Fri, 11 Feb 2005 03:46:41 GMT

Yeah, so I never went back to sleep last night. I've actually been awake since, what, 1AM last night? Jesus. I went to work this morning after all, got everything done that had to be done and came home at noon. I couldn't sleep. I did the dishes, did some laundry and worked on the project until like 5PM when Brice came over. At that point, I was totally frustrated with the project so I quit. We went to dinner at the Buxton Tavern with Troy. It was lovely. Jon, who was supposed to open the bar this evening, couldn't be found until he sent a message saying that he would open it eventually. So, who opened the bar this evening? I did. It was nice to see everybody and was sort of fun, but it was definitely time to come home. Now it's time for the sleep -- and here's hoping that when I wake up in the morning I won't be so full of colorful phlegm.

Meh.

Hrm...

Thu, 10 Feb 2005 09:17:09 GMT

I have quite a decision to make at this point. It is now 4AM and I have already gotten 8 hours of sleep. More sleep doesn't seem to be happening. I'm not sure whether it's due to the amount of sleep I've already gotten or the cold sweats. When I'm sitting up, let's say here at the computer, I feel better than I did yesterday but when I'm in bed I feel awful. Solution: get up!

Further problem: I have to go to work in a little more than 4 hours, or I'm supposed to. I don't really want to, but if I don't have a fever in 4 hours I guess I will. Perhaps I will work on the project until then. Hrm... or maybe I should clean my house. I got sick of being cold, so I told my thermostat that I was "home today." That was brilliant.

Unimpressed OR Feverish Ramblings

Thu, 10 Feb 2005 06:22:06 GMT

Work today (yesterday, really) sucked a big one. I was sick when I went in and simply got worse as the day went on. Everything hurts. My joints are all achy and yucky (especially my right index finger for some reason), my throat is killing me... I actually made it through a whole day at work. I'm not sure why, really, because by the time I went to my chiropractor at 4PM she suggested that I was "awfully warm, probably running a fever." Sure enough, I took my temperature when I got home and found that it was 100.5 degrees. When I took it that morning it was 97.4. Quite a swing, I'd say. I suppose that explains why I was so delirious by midafternoon... Hrm...

So, I got home took a whole bunch of pain killers, vitamins, immune supplements, cough medicine, decongestants, etc. and got in bed. That was at 5:30PM or so. It is now 1AM. I got eight hours of sleep, I still feel shitty, it's cold in here and my house is trashed. I have absolutely no desire to clean anything, so I think I'll go back to sleep. Hopefully in six more hours or so I'll have a better grasp on whether or not I should be working tomorrow (today).

Side note: Being sick when you're alone sucks. You still have to do everything yourself but everything takes longer and you begrudge it more. This is reason #47 for Why I Need A Boyfriend.

On a lighter note, the project is coming along nicely. (Or it was before it came to a screeching halt.) I'm quite surprised at how well it's going. There haven't been any major snafus since the very beginning and I have the hardest parts done. Now I just need to finish the seat and the bottom, borrow a staple gun and get that bitch on there. I don't think that should take TOO long. I should definitely be able to have it done in 4 days, assuming that I don't spend the next four days in bed...

Once that's done I just need to borrow a drill, hang some pictures, and clean. I still need to build a table for behind the couch and find a coffee table that I don't hate, but neither feels as urgent as the rest of it does. I can't wait until I'm done!

Ok, well, back to bed with me. Sleep now, work later.

Weekend: 1, DJ: 0

Mon, 07 Feb 2005 04:54:54 GMT

Ah, another insanity weekend in my world, the details of which I can only describe in vague terms because they have to match my memories...

Friday was a good bit of fun. It was basically the same old thing, you know: booze & homos. The only really out-of-the-ordinary thing about it was how few people showed up at my house for after hours. There were six of us total. (And I wanted to show off my new furniture!) It was a little odd, but fun anyway. Saturday marked the beginning of one big project in my current quest to decorate my house. Brice and I took apart my chaise lounge with seam rippers, screwdrivers and pliers. Actually, this was after I went to the flea market, the used furniture store, Wal-Mart, Hobby Lobby, JoAnn Fabrics and the Finders Keepers antique & craft mall where I spent a whole shit ton of money on fabric for the project, a poster frame and a mirror. As you can tell I got up at a reasonable hour on Saturday for once. Anyway, so once we got back to my house we spent three hours demolishing and proceeded to go back to the bar. Saturday night was more fun than Friday. There was a good mix of booze, homos and dancing on the spiffy new stage extension that Jon and Troy built. After hours was also a blast excepting some apparently drug-induced emotional goings on with some of the guests. There were lots of people, lots of booze, lots of fun. You know it was a good party when you technically live alone but five or six people actually wake up in your house the next morning/afternoon. (Not as kinky or interesting as it may sound.) Good times, good times. I took shots of whiskey at 5:30 in the morning, bloodied somebody's face, and had a lovely time.

Wow, that last sentence makes me sound really butch.

Today was kind of blah. I got up and worked on the project, had dinner with my brother, came back to my house and threw up said dinner, hung out for a while, went to Brew's with my brother only to find out that open mic night was canceled due to the STUPID super bowl, hit up Wendy's and the Cherry Valley Lodge (more super bowl there, too) and came back to the project which I quickly grew tired of. So, here I sit getting ready to get some sleep so that I can go to work tomorrow. (This might be a better link, really.) Work is going fairly well at the moment, but we've been so damn slow that it's a little boring. I'm kind of glad that Judy is gone this month. If I didn't have both of our jobs to do I would be bored to tears all the time.

OK, it's "sleepy sleep nite nite time."

Journalness

Fri, 04 Feb 2005 23:20:09 GMT

It has come to my attention that people may actually read my journal. This has happened only because of links to other journals. Somebody brought it up to me in the bar last night and I found it really amusing. I haven't written anything in this journal for SO LONG that I had forgotten what all was in it. It's an interesting glimpse into my life as it was months and months ago. For this reason, I think I'll try to keep this thing updated a little more regularly. (You'll be able to see for yourself how well this works. If I don't keep this resolution, feel free to make fun of me.) At any rate...

I was driving around downtown this afternoon and I saw the following Shriner bumper sticker: "Grotto Prophets Help Underprivileged Children." This left me with a lingering question that quite intrigues me: Are the Shriners really soothsayers or do they just have really bad grammar?

I'll let you decide.

Androgyny

Fri, 04 Feb 2005 23:12:37 GMT

You Are 48% Femme and 52% Butch!

80 - 100% Femme - You're the girly girl of the century. Or Clay Aiken.

60 - 79% Femme - Girl? Almost certainly. If not, you've got some major man boobs going on.

40 - 59% Femme - Girl or guy? Even your best friends can't figure this one out.

20 - 39% Femme - You are likely male, or the toughest, scariest lesbian around.

0 - 19% Femme - You are 100% male. You make cowboys look like pussies.

How Butch or Femme Are You?

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The Thanksgiving Massacre

Thu, 25 Nov 2004 20:08:47 GMT

Ohmigod, nobody knows how to get on my nerves like my extended family. From my self-centered, asshole gay uncle to my ultra-baptist, faggot-hating grandfather, I really can't take too much of 'em. Ok, ok... it's over. I lived and now I just have to move on. I get to go have dinner and hang out with Chuck and Mindy here shortly and that'll be lots of fun. Their kid, Luke, is pretty much a joy as far as I can tell. I don't usually like children, but he's a cutie.

In other news, and speaking of my nerves, my back hurts like a bitch and the only thing that's going to help it is central nervous system depressants. After reviewing all 17 x-rays my doctor says that she's never seen so much damage to a spine my age before. She asked if I played a lot of football. (Har, har.) I have a nasty S-curve scoliosis, my neck is bent all out of shape, my head is actually attached wrong (yeah, laugh), and I have bone spurs sticking into the nerves that go to my left arm. This explains the shoulder pain and the occasional shooting pains in my hand. To make it even better, the only central nervous system depressant that I have constant access to is alcohol. I need to see another doctor who will give me something for the pain, but I don't know that I really want to get addicted to Vicodin. (Although at this very second I would snort about six of them, given the opportunity. It hurts!) The worst part is that the pain is making me kind of an asshole. I catch myself snapping at people. I don't mean to, I just don't want to be in constant pain anymore. Meh. I think I'll go have a glass of wine.

Now THIS Calls For A Journal Post

Thu, 04 Nov 2004 06:18:48 GMT

GOD-MOTHERFUCKING-DAMNIT. JESUS H. FUCKING CHRIST ON THE CROSS.

You know, I've really never been a big fan of violence, but I think it's time for some rioting. Well, rioting or heavy, heavy drinking, depending on what kind of activist you are. Because I live so far from anything politically significant I seem to have chosen the latter.

I thought I would write quite a rant on here about how bitterly angry and disappointed I am right now, but I'm having trouble finding the words. This election was deeply personal for me and just about everything I cared about failed with the exception of the local school levy. Woo hoo.

The Daily Show made an excellent point this evening, and one that I was pointing out to people last night: New York City, a city that was actually attacked by terrorists AND has one of the largest gay populations, voted overwhelmingly for Kerry. The red states in the middle of the country voted overwhelmingly for Bush. As a New Yorker, Jon Stewart thanked South Dakota and Nebraska for protecting us from ourselves. The point I was making was strikingly similar. The biggest cities, which have the most gay people and the only terrorist targets to speak of, ALL voted Kerry. New York, DC, Chicago, LA... all of them. The counties with big cities in Ohio voted for Kerry and the rest of them voted Bush.

Perhaps we should annex like twenty or thirty feet of the Canadian border into the United States so that New York will be connected to Washington. (Illinois will be connected by water.) That way, we could just start a NEW country that consists only of (clockwise from the southwest) California, Oregon, Washington, the border strip, Illinois, more border strip, the State of Cleveland, perhaps a strip of land that connects to Columbus, border strip, New York, Pennsylvania, all of New England, New Jersey and some strip of land that reaches DC. That way, governance would be all hunky-dory. New York City can smoke marijuana and allow gay marriage and abortion while Utah and Texas start cranking out big wooden crosses to burn and insist that women wear skirts, have long hair and don't wear makeup. I think I would be willing to move for this purpose. We'll broker a deal where people who want to live in the new, improved America can just trade real estate with the people who don't. I imagine that we'll have to add a few states to the new America to accommodate all of the people who move there. I choose Ohio, Indiana and Maryland. That way we won't have to use so many land bridges. We, the new America, will buy oil from the old America until we, the smart people, figure out how to ditch oil entirely and when the old America pisses us off we'll put HUGE tariffs on television, movies, music, lobsters, intelligent thought, logical reasoning and the like.

Actually, if we add Michigan, Wisconsin and Minnesota we'll have to buy less land from Canada. Hrm... I think we should really give this some thought.

"I pledge allegience to the flag of the new, improved America and to the republic, for which it stands, one nation, now divisible, with liberty and justice for ALL."

Fascinating Journal

Mon, 05 Jul 2004 22:39:20 GMT

Well then. I guess I haven't had anything to say in more than a month. I can't really say that I have anything now. I work. I work on the house. I hang out and drink with people. Not a whole lot has changed other than some friendship drama here and there, as per usual. I've made some progress on the house. One of these days I'll take updated pictures and get 'em on here. I think that's about it. If something particularly interesting happens, I'll post it on here. For now, though, you know I'm not dead.

Hrm...

Fri, 28 May 2004 04:04:32 GMT

You know, I'm really just not much of an optimist. (I suppose you might have guessed that by now.) For instance, when I discover, as I did just now, that my payroll deposit is $243.27 larger than it is supposed to be I don't automatically assume that my employers had a change of heart, realized the value of my work and the profit center that I really am and decided to give me a big raise. I mean, I would love to believe that I got a raise of nearly 30%, but that's when my jaded, cynical adult mind kicks my inner child in the face and prepares to return the extra money. The question then is: Do I ask? I think maybe I'll pretend that I didn't notice for tomorrow and see if it comes up on Tuesday. Either way, I sure did need the extra cash right now...

On the darker side of things, Shane, to the best of my knowledge since I was unable to reach him today, got on an airplane and moved to Missouri this afternoon. I have some serious mixed feelings about the whole ordeal. I'm glad that he got the opportunity to try out a new job in a new city for a while. I'm just not glad that he left. We did get to spend a good deal of time together over the past two days and for the most part it was really positive. We had a good time (a little too good, maybe) and got to say what was basically a two-day goodbye. Part of me hopes that he hates it and comes home in 30 days as per his agreement. The other part of me hopes that he loves it and can make a better life for himself there. Like most people I know around here, myself included, he didn't have a whole lot going for him in this town and, like most people again, when opportunity knocked he answered. Shane has a special Newark-curse, however. He can't be in public anywhere, and I mean anywhere, without seeing somebody that he knows. At the country club or the draft house, Shane knows somebody and has to carry on at least some semblance of pleasant conversation. I don't know how he does it, really. It's a skill that I just never learned, or maybe never inherited.

Either way... new jobs, the justice system, disagreements and several other circumstances have left me a lot more alone than I'm used to being. I guess I do have a house to finish and move in to so it's not like I don't have something to dedicate myself to. I guess we'll see what happens....

Send all of your positive vibes to Alma this weekend. Alma, I love you more than peanut butter! (Also, gin.) I'll be thinkin' about ya.

Meh

Thu, 27 May 2004 06:08:54 GMT

Nooooooooooooo! How is it that I'm losing friends left and right? Now you're moving to St. Louis?!? I didn't have any time to prepare for this... Well, I wish you nothing but the best, forever and ever, and I hope the Show Me State treats you well. (If it doesn't, I will have to destroy it.)

Dude, take good care of yourself, be careful and keep in touch. You know I'll be there for you if, for some unknown reason, you need me.

To soon!

*Cheers*

=)
DJA

D.J. and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

Sun, 23 May 2004 01:06:26 GMT

Alright, well, it wasn't that bad. I just feel like somebody smote me yesterday. First, there was the hail. The hail was so big that it destroyed my flood lights, broke a window, put a bunch of holes in the vinyl siding on the garage and put a bunch of dents in my car. This is going to be expensive. Thank God for insurance. Too bad about the $500 deductible.

Second is the issue of my car window. It's been broken for a while now: it wouldn't go up by itself and wouldn't close all the way. Well, when I got to my house last night I was putting up the window just like I always do and it shattered all over me. There was/is glass everywhere. I found glass in my pockets. I still haven't swept out the car, although I did get most of it off of the asphalt and out of the garage.

Third was the dead bird in my garage, but that didn't really happen until today. Luckily my brother was there when it was discovered and he was kind enough to kick it out into the alley. Unfortunately it was covered with maggots. Blech! That is SO gross. What is it with animals dying in and around my house. First the cat under my porch and now this!

Oh well, I guess I'm fixing up the house anyway...