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[Aug. 19th, 2007|11:35 pm] |
Leaving on Tuesday for an impromptu vacation in Manhattan. The timing is a little messy, but it's fitting for me this time of year to pick up and go. This just seems so much bigger than the usual escapes.
Once I mentioned I was going to NY, everyone had advice on where I should be going and what I should see. Kind of like when you mention you are buying a new car and everyone suddenly becomes an expert. Although I have confirmed nothing, I can't help but feel I will be letting them down when I come back and say I played with bikes the whole time I was there, or took a three day nap on a bench in central park. But this vacation is for me, my friends. So here's to spending way too much money on jumping on a someone else's bed for a while. |
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| foiled. |
[Aug. 14th, 2007|12:41 am] |
my attempts to get the guitar/music shop near my store to put up a sign in their empty case reading "new air guitars" has been shot down... for now. I did get a smurk so there may be hope.
Ankle is almost healed. Horray for limited gimping. |
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| peg leg |
[Jul. 31st, 2007|11:43 pm] |
This weekend I hosted the first of many Swashbuckling Slip 'n Slide Sundays. Glorious. However, some of the bikelove folks that were on an underwear ride decided to swing by which led to human bowling. As proud as I am to have brought down a tall lanky beast of a dude, my left leg is officially messed up. My knee is black and my ankle is now more of a cankle.
I didn't think it was much of an injury, but today walking felt as though I had jello underneith my foot. Riding into work wasn't the most pleasant experience either. So tomorrow, I will throw caution to the wind and head into the hospital. This is a big step for me.
The plus side is I might get to go on Judge Judy. Jody was unexpectedly slip 'n slid into, he flew into the air and landed on his shoulder and head. As a result he's not supposed to ride for a while (he's a Jimmy's delivery guy) and has the most uncomfortable looking stance of all time. He's claiming the apple scented soap may be the cause, and possibly the distraction of our pirate sprinkler... I think I am going to counter-sue for bringing over 20some strangers in their underwear. Tune in. |
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| Important events |
[May. 24th, 2007|01:32 am] |
June 16th
Varsity Theater
NATIONAL AIR GUITAR CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!!!!!!!
Every Saturday.
Cable Access Ch. 15
Call-In Karaoke. Exactly what it sounds like. Amazing. |
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| starting over |
[Apr. 6th, 2007|03:55 pm] |
After my previous post I realized I hadn't posted for months here. I tried momentarily to strategize some sort of catch up list, the run down on what's happened since then. I found it to be an all too personal, emotional, and an unnecessary step back into the things I am attempting to move forward from.
So, I am alive. Things are completely different. And I miss seeing most of you on a regular basis. Let's play frisbee. |
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| Good Friday |
[Apr. 6th, 2007|03:34 pm] |
I considered going to mass this morning. Not for religious purposes, but for the prose piece I've been struggling to finish for too long because of some resurrecting childhood flashbacks. Instead, I overslept. Giving my body the chance to catch up with my latest weeks of riding has left it feeling a bit like Jello. I walked to the grocery store to pick up some brunch necessities. The last few times I've been there I have been decked out in lycra. It was nice to not be stared at as I read the back of labels. And I got complemented on my Batman wallet. A fine way to compliment a lady.
The walk home was cold. I usually don't bring me mittens with me. I don't remember them upon leaving and when I do I decide it's for the better since I am prone to leaving them some where. Or leave just one somewhere. My cold jeans reminded me that there could be worse annoyances. Like cold wet jeans. Or cold wet sandy jeans.
After my leisurely brunch I filed my taxes. Looks like I will come out with buckets of money this year. I'm considering cashing it all out in nickles. Laughing. And bringing it back to the bank. Realistically and to save on configuration of a plan to carry said nickles home by bike, I'm sure I will blow it all on the foosball table, possibly the fill on my side piece, or be incredibly boring and pay off some bills. Or possibly a pick up and go fund.
I'm still in need of a few interesting action figures for the foosball table. If anyone has some fun ones they are willing to depart with let me know. They shall be in cased in caskets of polyurethane love, line dancing in my foosball table for the rest of history. What could be better than that? |
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[Dec. 9th, 2006|06:50 pm] |
My friend Josh is moving to New Zealand. Lame. I am supposed to be doing the same and here is is following through a hell of a lot faster than I am. I keep reminding myself I'm only 21. That accepting this store promotion, though yes keeping me here, will lead to me earning the money I need to get where I want.
I know it's going to happen, and it's not as though I'm stearing off course, I just am becoming quite anxious in this waiting. And for how long? I can't help but wonder if I'm making excuses to stay, or it is for the best that I wait. I'm such too much of a person to quit, give up and go, endure the struggle. I hate the feeling of dependancy, of being tied down. It's hard convincing myself it could be for the best.
I started meditating again. No more hives. Less stress. Clearer action. I've been drinking much more tea lately, maybe too much.
I really would enjoy a thermos for christmas, come on gift card. |
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| thanks |
[Nov. 19th, 2006|12:10 pm] |
To keep yourself from becoming an asshole:
Don't show up at a sober venue talking about how buzzed you are.
Dont leave your shit everywhere for other performers to have to deal with.
Stay for the whole event.
Interact & show support for other performers.
I miss hanging out with you guys, but come on, it's a respect issue.
Just sayin |
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[Nov. 17th, 2006|12:38 pm] |
I had way more expectations than I should have for the interview this morning. ARG.
No decision as of yet.
John came over last night and we (including Allison) played "Oh Shit" and talked about his grandpa while eating mineature pumpkin pies and listening to country, NERD, the hopefuls, and tapes 'n tapes.
An odd and enjoyable evening that someone could tell me was all a dream and I would believe them.
I need to learn how to not be so honest all of the time. I think I went from uncontrolable lies to brutal honesty far too quickly. It was funny for a while, but come on kid. |
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[Oct. 21st, 2006|09:58 pm] |
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Jury duty was more exciting than expected. |
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