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Sunday, November 10, 2002 03:07 p.m.

I have probably the greatest job in the world. I get free food, free soda, free beer (even though I don't drink, free is free) get to watch funny comics and get abour 30-40 bucks a night in tips. I love my job.

I gotta get ready for work. Rock.

Sunday, November 3, 2002 09:25 p.m.

I didn't mean for that last post to come off as such a downer.

Sunday, November 3, 2002 12:12 a.m.

the job and the hunt
Rob: [tough guy voice] What goes good with a Shirly Temple?
Waitress: [in sultry hotness] Well, I go good with a Shirly Temple, b-
Rob: -make that a double.

Today has been one of the most exciting days I've ever experienced. I'll skip over the parts like sleep, which, while great for me, don't exactly lend themselves for good story-telling. My excitment, rather, starts when I recieved a phone call to come in for a job interview. Realizing that I couldn't keep up being broke for much longer, I went to the interview and was hired on the spot. The Improv Comedy Club.

Nice place. An hour later, I went for training, which entailed sitting around and getting paid to do so. And meeting such interesting characters as sultry hot waitress. So we went through a training/roleplaying session where we got to place orders to train the wait-staff. After all of this, we got pretty much all you can eat food buffet- totally killer stuff. Things were great. This was one of the greatest days of my life.... and then I was almost mugged.

I was walking downtown back to my building when a man approached me. He asked for some spare change, and I gave some to him. He then started talking to me, and put his hand on my shoulder. He motioned with his head, and I turned around to see someone coming at me. I turned to leave, and the man I gave change to grabbed at my sleave and pull me back. He tried to grab me with his other hand as well. I turned and hit at him, which caused him to stagger back and let go, and I took a few steps towards the other guy with a "I'm going to kill you with my bare hands" look on my face. He backed off. I heard the buy behind me start to get back to his feet, and I quickly got the hell out of there.

and my day was going so well.

Friday, November 1, 2002 12:47 a.m.

Boo. More on this as it develops.

Wednesday, October 30, 2002 12:31 a.m.

.quotes.
There's been so much crap that's gone on since the last time I made one of these entries that it could easily fill a novel, preferably one of those trashy novels they have at airports with Fabio on the cover. Yeah.

I love taking things people have said in conversations I've had and repeating them later, when they are totally out of context. It really says a lot about the conversation you had. I'm going to start writing more regularly on a regular basis (God bless that communicaitons course) so I'll leave you with my two favorite quotes I've heard recently:

"Oh, you should have been evicted already." -The housing department, on my not paying my housing bill in three months and ended up costing me $1,825.

and

"Tell your mom to stop changing the colour of her lipstick; she's making my ghost dick look like a rainbow!" -Matt, on... well, I still don't know what we were on, but we're both gonna be ghosts together when we die. Yeah.

Friday, October 18, 2002 07:18 p.m.

I am freezing my ass off. I've been waiting for this semi-cold weather ever since I moved into the dorm, and it's finally here. It doesn't help that I'm right next to the open window, but I like the cold, so I guess it does help. Rock.

So I've been thinking about whether I should just keep this thing the way it has been, what with the randomly talking about stuff from time to time, or should I go the full pita route (minus the anime crap) and highlight the details of every day. That just seems like a weird concept to me. I'll figure it out when I get there, I guess.

Well, we have a dorm raffle in a little while. For the last two months, we've been getting raffle tickets for doing various things. Being good friends with most of the RAs and PAs, I've amassed quite a collection of tickets. At first, the prizes were rumored to be awesomeness, like TVs and DVD players and the like. Now, they've been toned down considerably, but still; free stuff is free stuff.

Oh yeah, midterms are done. I think. I hope. I never know when I have a midterm until I show up to class and see everyone with a blue test booklet. Ain't life funny that way? Well, I'm out. Keep it real.

Friday, October 04, 2002 12:25 a.m.

I have an internet connection in my room now, which rocks my ass harder than any mythical peanut ever could. Both my roommates are asleep now, which makes for an increadibly uncomfortable experience. It's so quiet. It's even this quiet when they're awake, though, so logic dictates that I should be used to it by now. That would work if spent any amount of time in my room, which I really don't. I fear that my roommates don't like me, thinking that I'm trying to avoid them. That couldn't be further from the truth. I just can't stand the silence. If I were melodramatic and cliche, I would say that the silence was deafening, but I'm not, so I won't.

I'm already planning for next year, and I found a roommate. I met this dude named Jeff who's a pretty cool guy. If things go according to plan, we'd dorm together next year, and shortly after that started, I would steal his girlfriend, who, at time of writing, does not exist. It's a long story that's not somuch complicated as it is stupid, so let us never speak of it again.

Remind me to visit Alaska more often.

On the same note, I must travel to Boise, Idaho as well.

Oh yeah, Egypt too. Damn... I'm worldly.

Through the sparkling world of the internet, I managed to speak with old friends who've sinse moved away. Have fun in higher education, kids. Keep it real.

I have to get back to my Communications homework now, as it would benifit me greatly to learn how to communicate. Here's hoping our server stays up long enough so I can see you soon. Peace.

Sunday, September 8, 2002 03:10 a.m.

I still don't have an internet connnection in my room, and the keyboard I'm using sucks, so once again, bare with me.

I miss my old friends, sometimes. Not enough to bring me near tears or anything. Not even in a way that makes me feel sad at all. I'm just afriad that I'll get used to them not being around, and then that will be that. Four to seven years of friendship - gone.
It's kind of silly, I know, and I also know that a majority of people reading this really couldn't care less about my possible relationship problems, but dammit, this is my little corner of Aychtee-emelleville, and it's 3 in the morning, so I can write about whatever I darn well please.

That's another thing. I thought that living on campus would curb my insomniac tendencies. Living with two normal people would force me to get a normal sleeping pattern, I thought. It's totally not true. I didn't get to sleep yesterday until 8 in the morning. IN THE MORNING! And now, I'm not even in my room. I'm staying in a friends room, and I'll probably sleep here. I don't exactly have the best-freind relationship with my roomates that I hoped I would. We sleep in the same room at night (sometimes) and that's about it. I've made a lot of great new friends, so there no worries there, but it just would have been nice to have that "get invited to thanksgiving with your roommates family just like on a television show" type things. But I've talked long enough without really saying anything. I'll write again when I have my own internet connections, and somethin g more important to tlak about.

Sunday, September 1, 2002 10:00 p.m.

So this is college, eh...
I am currently using a wall mounted internet terminal with a crappy keyboard, so mind my spelling and grammar. I've been living here at San Jose State for about two weeks now, totally devoid of the ever important internet connection the whole time (well, until now, that is.) It's been quite the experience. I've made a lot of neat new friends in my building, who I will go into great detail about later, I'm sure, once I get the computer in my room working.

My roomates (yes, two of them) are alright. I don't really hang out with them very much, but we get along well enough. My only concern is that they both go to sleep at around midnight, sometimes earlier, and with me being aqn insomniac and all... it could cause problems further down the road. Also, one of my roomates is being kind of a jerk to everyone, but I think he's just trying to get used to living with a shit-load of new people.
My classes are alright. The teacher for my 3 hour long COMM class is like a younger, smaller version of Janene Garofolo. I know I probably butchered that spelling, but I don't care. The point is that she's cool. I still need to buy about 100 dollars worth of books, but it's all good.
I don't know really what to write here ezxcept that I'm doing alright, I miss all the people that have left me (as those are the ones most likely to be reading this) and that I'll talk to you later. Peace.

Oh yeah. GO SPARTANS!

Sunday, August 18, 2002 12:33 a.m.

Super perfundo on the early eve of your day.
I am very tired. So tired, in fact, that I can't think of a witty way to say that I'm tired. I spent literally all day cleaning and packing stuff up. Tomorrow, I move into college, never to look back.

Monday, August 12, 2002 02:06 a.m.

New friends, new aquaintances, new employment opportunities, same old problems. It's like my life is a really crappy madlib where the only two options are "A girl's name" and "A verb synonymous with destroy." Wow, that was a terrible metaphor, but I liked it.

I realized shortly into the first sentence that this is another serious post that isn't purely humour. In the past, all my post would be for humour and every now and then I'd post something about my life. I think I'm succumbing to the evil powers of the internet.

I had a point to all of this, but I lost it when I was making that nifty image to the left. I'll finish this later, I think. Madlibs are cool. Making out with Marzipan.

Buisness Trip 08/03/02 - 08/09/02

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Tuesday, July 30, 2002 02:44 a.m.

pockets full of...
Not to sound like one of those somber, angsty kids that hangs around the intraweb all day (because I've found that ninety eight percent of these pita/diary type things are either "woe is me my name is lady macabre and im sad and woe is me and the darkness that englufs my soul doesnt need that i use proper punctuation and everyday that passes brings us closer to death" or "Welcome to my page above you will see a picture of some anime character that I stole and feel free to read my many graphic 'fanfics' teehee. ^_^", but that's a whole other entry all together.
Where was I.... oh yeah. Not to sound like one of those angsty kids, but sometimes, well, it's like you think you know somewhere very well, or at least well enough, but then you slowly realize that you don't know them at all. And, thusly, they don't know you at all. And this person who you understood to be a good friend is really nothing more than an aquaintance. You disillusioned yourself, thinking "Oh, we used to hang out" or "We went out to a dance once or twice" or "We worked together and we got along great" but when the moment of truth arrives, it's just you.
And it's cool, at first. You chalk it up to beeing busy or something as equally important, and you continue this, until it comes to the point where you pass one another on the street without so much as a glance (or something equally as horrifying. you fill in the blank.)
I don't know what spurred this little feeling on. It could have been a long time in coming, following a natural progression. I could have watched Waking Life a few too many times, coupled with my lack of sleep. I could just be really stupid (what most people would jump too.) But it's the truth and it always will be truth, and we all know it, and we're all a little bit more cynical because of it.
But I don't want to come off as an angst ridden teen, so I'll end this on a lighter note. When you start to feel down, just go here and Homestar and company will cheer you up. And if they don't.. well then the world owes you ice cream with a note reading "Sorry. Have some ice cream."
And if that's not enough, there's always Posey. I love Posey. You love Posey. God bless you, Posey.

Sunday, July 28, 2002 06:34 a.m.

Just for the sake of having a title.
Again, I have nothing substantial to write about, but I'm up and on the computer, so I may as well. I didn't sleep again, but I made some dinner for the next couple of nights. Although I kinda burned the chicken a bit on the first dish. On sale at $0.99/pound though, it was alright.
Also, I have a new hard drive which I've yet to install. I'm almost totally computer illiterate, so I don't know how to install it or what any of the stuff that comes with it is, but it's new, and it's 80 gigabytes, which I hear is pretty good. Also, it was free, which makes it all the better.
And I could use it, because this computer is one hell of a junker. She used to be great, but time has not been fair. Virus after virus, including the before mentioned Mutaba (Hollow = Continuity) and technological advances have made her almost obsolete, but I still love her. Which is either very noble, or very sad. Seeing as how 'she' is a computer, I'm betting on the latter. Peace out.

Friday, July 19, 2002 09:58 a.m.

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me.
Seeing as how I didn't sleep at all last night, I lost again. I did try though. I only pray that I will have a very understanding roommate, because I don't think I will ever have a normal sleep cycle again. To the winner the spoils go. To the losers... I'm to tired to think up a witty remark. Peace out.

Sunday, July 14, 2002 09:17 a.m.

Judging by your eyes.
For the second day in a row I didn't sleep. I really have nothing of substance to say, so I'm just killing some time before other people will be up and I can go out. I watched the sunrise from my roof today. Per the norm, it wasn't all that great. The sunrise is really over-rated. The sunset, now there's a sight to behold. The greatest, though, is that half an hour before the sun starts to rise. Where the sky just gets a tad bit lighter, and one can make the distinction between where the sky ends and the East San Jose hills start. Dark, dark blue offset with a dark, muted purple. It's beautiful. When I get my camera back, I'll take some nice pictures. Yeah, that's the ticket.

That is all.

Monday, July 8, 2002 04:56 a.m.

Celebrate good times come on.
My birthday is today. When the clock struck midnight and my birthday was officially underway, I was waiting in the Emergency Room waiting room of O'Conner Hospital, where I remained for almost four hours. But hey, at least I have something beautiful to look foward to.
to be continued...
So Royda was like, "I'm gonna kill myself." and the detective was like, "No, don't kill yourself." And Royda was like, "Why the hell not?" and the detective was like, "Life is waiting for you." and I couldn't agree more. Life is waiting for you.
Sorry if I'm sounding corny and cliche`, but I just had one of the greatest days of my life, let alone the greatest birthday of my life by far, and even though I saw one of the most depressing movies I've ever seen in my life, I couldn't shake this feeling of immense joy, even if I tried. Wahoo for me.

Sunday, July 7, 2002 06:36 a.m.

Sunday, July 7, 2002
And there I was, stumbling over all my words like some schoolboy struggling to ask his crush to the big dance. Only this was nothing like that; it was much more serious. My biggest fears realized, manifested in those long pauses. There are no words in my mouth, and there is nothing I can do to change.