| The Cookie is soo Right... |
[Apr. 4th, 2004|05:20 pm] |
Okay. Daytime tv on Sunday can suck large ones, but the night definitely picks up the slack. And I'm talking about the Cartoon Network. When 10:30 rolls around, Samurai Jack comes on, and the more I watch that show, the more I'm impressed by it. They do such a good job at capturing Jack's emotions, that you actually feel for him and the poor people he helps. I mean, one night I was almost moved to tears. And I don't admit that freely, either. It just doesn't happen. I've been oft called an "emotional robot", ie, I almost always hide my real emotion behind a stone face. Or is it stoned? Either way...I don't know what got over me that night...but I almost lost it. A good sob is probably a few years overdue, but I just can't bring myself to do it...call me crazy.
And you know what's even weirder? A while back I got a fortune cookie at a local Chinese eatery, and after splitting it open I read the words: "You are cautious in showing your true self to others."
I think I was speechless for the better part of ten minutes. We all know these things are mass produced, quoting general prose that almost anybody can relate to, but this one really summed things up like nothing else. And It's pretty sad to think its right, but it is. The cookie is soo right. |
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| Dancin Machine |
[Apr. 3rd, 2004|02:49 pm] |
Welp, two nights ago I got wrecked at a bud's dorm. And by wrecked I mean shitfaced....and by shitfaced I mean......kicky drunk. I brought a half-gallon jug of Orange Juice and Raspberry Twist Vodka. Needless to say, it was 1 part orange juice, 9 parts vodka....a bit strong...but good shit. My friend, who was drunk by the time I got there, suggested we go shot for shot, and of course I obliged. MAN UP. Alright, we started off with Coffee Brandy...my first time drinking it. Not bad. Three shots later that was gone. Next, we moved on to my oj. Maybe nine shots later that was gone. Ok. I'm officially drunk, but in much better shape than my friend. Even though we're just about the same height and weight, I have a much higher tolerance level. Finally, we capped off the night with somebody's (it was just sitting there) Jagermeister (sp, I know). Wow, four shots of that, and I reached a new drunk. Congratulations me! Right...So I ended up passing out on the floor of his suite, people passing my sprawled out body sometimes asking "I wonder if he's ok" or "that doesn't look very comfortable". No shit, I'm laying on a floor for Chrissakes. I think it was 4:30am when I really fell asleep, and it was about 11:30am when I woke up....Hangover much? Actually, no. My body was still drunk, lucky me. My friend, who made it through the night, amazingly, joined me at the dining hall for some Golden Grams. Excellent night after food. Milk, for some odd reason, helps get rid of my headaches and such. Maybe you should try it. After an afternoon full of playing fighting games on a suitemate's Dreamcast, I made the trek home in time to get ready for the events of last night.
A couple friends and I, after liquoring (sp again? dammit) up headed to one of Providence's "hottest" clubs, the Strand. There we met a couple girls we knew, of the asian persuasion (ha). One of them, whose name I could barely pronounce, never mind attempt to spell, seemed to take a liking to me, and I to her. She's a whole five feet tall and a solid hundred pounds. I'm not the tallest guy in the world, 5'8'' if I'm lucky, so this is cool. Needless to say, one thing led to another, we started dancing, partaking in one of my favorite hobbies, and all in all, I had a very good night. I didn't get drunk, but the encounter with the Chinese was enough for me. After the club let out around 2am, we headed to the nearest Mickey D's for some cheap ass food. A car with two girls in it pulled up sorta next to us, and one of them got out, went to the driver side, and proceeded to pop a squat, if you catch my drift. A laugh was had, and food was inhaled. I drove the benz home around quarter to 4, and leaped into my futon of justice. I woke up this morning...er...this afternoon at 1:30 and began the bumming process. I think we're supposed to meet up with them tonight, so it should be interesting... |
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| Let it rain.... |
[Apr. 1st, 2004|03:07 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nas, soothe my soul... | ] |
Jesus, it's pouring outside...New England is getting pummeled, and I have nothing to do, but establish this "web journal". Huzzah. As if it'll be read.
Last night I got a message telling me to call a number. I followed suit, and discovered it was the results of a drug test I took a couple of days ago....Lucky me, I "tested positive for marijuana". This is the point in the conversation where you ponder what to say, and two routes become clear. I'm asked "How often do you use marijuana?" by a male doctor on the other end of the line. I want to say "As often as I have it, bitch" but that's not really how I want things to go. I pretend it was ingested in food, ie, "brownies", and ask if I can take another test, and how long it stays in the system for. $150 for another test, which needs to be requested in writing, and they actually test the same urine sample. Seems like a waste of time to me. The doctor gives me some ridiculous time period in which mary jane hangs out in your system. Now, mind you, I've taken plenty of these before for employment. I can recall smoking a phatty three days before a test, and it coming back fine. This simply boggled my mind...I followed the usual procedure, spending the better part of a night binging on glass after glass of water...frequently visiting the bathroom...it was a flawlass method until now.
Now, being the master of Spin that I am, I have to tell my parents that the employer checked a reference I put on my application and found out that I was less than punctual- or something to that effect. And its true; So it's a completely fathomable (new word?) reason, thus retracting their job offer. But I'm just tired of this dance... |
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