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[30 Aug 2006|03:54pm] |
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I notice that Clint and Alex are pretty much the only two people, on my friends list, that update LJ anymore. I'll drink to that and about anything else.
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[15 May 2006|11:14am] |
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lol, Jesse your sister is sitting across from me.
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| Don't doubt my spaceship piloting skills. |
[11 May 2006|07:56am] |
Dearest Alex, thank you for your drunk dial last night, but I can understand the importance of the question proposed. You guys were wondering how many spaceships I could fly at once, someone suggested that I could fly two at one time, though you thought that I could fly only one. Well, here's your answer: four. That's right, four. Since spaceships are commonly controlled by switches, you can throw the switch on four spaceships, at the same time, and steer each with a hand or foot. So, there's your answer.
I appreciate the invite and if you'd party on a not Wednesday, instead perhaps on a Friday or Saturday, I'd totally hit you guys up.
Edit: Oh and congrats to Clint for making the Kessel Run in under 12 parasecs, quite the accomplishment my friend, happy bday and shit.
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[01 May 2006|02:36pm] |
I bought Oblivion yesterday, I fear that this is the beginning of the end of my life. That's pretty cool I guess.
I wish this guy across from me would take his earrings out. That'd make me happy. They make him look stupid. I may *be* stupid, but at least I don't look stupid amirite?
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I hate you jerks.
Tis the season to get married, apparently. Cody Meece getting married in less than two weeks, Cara Anderson the week after and I'm getting married when pigs fly and Jesse Mays isn't gay (ever). I miss Jesse. All you people and your happy significant others.
Summer is right around the corner. I'm buying my plane ticket to Japan this evening too (WOOOOOOOOOO), that trip is going to rule so hard (with an iron fist). I may take some of you losers for a ride in my mech warrior when I get back and if you're lucky, you can pet my pokemon. I know you girls are just dying to pet my pokemon...
Alright I'm done with this.
/end retarded.
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[18 Apr 2006|10:42am] |
Every day is a step towards my death, today happens to be a leap.
The world we live in just amazes me sometimes, I love how one thing can be said, but the meaning could be one of a number of things.
At any rate, life is grand.
Clint draws pretty cool dinosaurs, if that T-rex was on a shirt, I'd probably wear that shirt and possibly rip it off in public, to mimic the T-rex way of life.
In other news, I had a shot this weekend called a "Wookie Rage". It's Butter Schnapps and Crown, the best part is sitting at the bar, arms in the air, making Wookie noises before you shoot it. That's good stuff.
Slippy! That's the name of the frog in Starfox.
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[14 Apr 2006|07:33am] |
Nothing like drinking hard and getting up to be at work at 7am. I had this shot of tequila last night that tasted like cigar ash, I don't like tequila. I do, however, like drunk dialing people that I probably shouldn't be drunk dialing. This girl that I've been talking to only recently, is a prime example of someone I probably shouldn't have drunk dialed, because now she *knows* I'm retarded. I didn't want to confirm her suspicions.
Either way, whatever, work.
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| The gradual ascent to the climax we call, death. |
[13 Apr 2006|09:06am] |
22 today, being 21 was cool, 22 doesn't feel cool. I need to weld my doors shut and climb through the window, since that's the hip new thing.
"What's Andy doing for his birthday?" is the hot question across America right now, I'll go ahead and let you in on the secret since I don't like any of you and you don't matter so much. I'm going to drink, go to work hung over tomorrow and drink again tomorrow night. This drinking might spill on over into the weekend nights as well. One could only hope.
I love you people.
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| It is him, he is found. |
[11 Apr 2006|11:50am] |
So, the other day I was jamming at the gas pump, getting reamed by the gallon, but jamming none the less, when this car blaring the worst rap ever pulls up on the other side. I look over, of course, and see this skinny white guy thugging it out. I smirk, which is my typical response to that, but the short series of events that followed will forever change my life. This awesomely cool guy *climbs* out of his car, because he is far too cool for any door and its primitive hinges. I'm watching his whole struggle as his car window gives birth to his wriggling body. He plants both feet on the ground and shoots a look at me, I laugh. I can't stop laughing. With a scowl he yanks the gas pump from the stand and growls, with the authority of a thousand kings, "I'm getting the GOOD STUFF!". I laugh harder, replace my pump and drive home, laughing the whole way.
Bam, the blow was delivered, the words were spoken. It was established, he is the raging-est of raging douche-bags on the planet. He wins, he simply wins.
That's my story.
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[24 Mar 2006|08:32am] |
So, this is weird. Tonight I'm going to hang out with Ashley Pennington, whom I don't think I've ever held a real conversation with. Will be cool to catch up with someone from High School. So anyway, that will be fun.
In other news, I'm going to Cleveland next weekend with my friend from work. I hate Cleveland, but I do enjoy free beer.
Also, Jesse Mays um, let's do something. Drive on...oh wait, hahaha you fail at having a working vehicle. For a moment after I typed that I thought I should delete it so that God wouldn't decide to smite down my car for making fun of you, but I'm going to leave it and assume God has a sense of humor, I mean c'mon.
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[28 Feb 2006|10:49am] |
I love my job and I'm very thankful for it, but it's making me hate people. So, if I'm making X money I develop X hate for people. If I start making more money (X^2), will I start hating people more (X^2)? I'm thinking that if I make X^2 money that I'll just != care about people. I'm ok with this, stuff > most people anyway.
Ha.
I'm currently reading one of the best books ever, I'll update later with detail.
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[26 Feb 2006|08:41pm] |
So I kind of did what I said I was going to do this weekend, except my oil was never changed. I ended up going to a party in Oxford last night at this bar called the "Smokin' Ox" or something like that. It's next to Pedro's, or the building that used to be Pedro's. I really don't like Mexican food anyways, so, if Pedro's is indeed closed, I'm ok with that. Anyway, I got a little durnk, but not too much. It really was fun. Ended up throwing down some Whitecastles afterwards and crashed at my buddy's house.
I actually wrote a good portion of my Anthropology midterm this weekend too, go me!
All in all it was a pretty alright weekend. I'm going to check out this Irish pub in Mason next weekend, I heard it's pretty sweet. Good times.
Lates.
Oh, I also just cut myself shaving, blood running down my chin. I'm getting good at this.
cut2feel.
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| Daily discovery: |
[24 Feb 2006|09:57am] |
Raisin Bran is the only cereal, that I can think of, that sinks in milk instead of floats.
Something to think about.
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[24 Feb 2006|07:51am] |
Is anyone else sick of this cold weather, or do you all have a sick fetish for clattering teeth and dry skin? If you do, hit up the cell, we'll talk, you sound hot.
So it's finally Friday, the end of another week that was much like the week I had last week. I'm starting to wonder if I'm entering the "grind" of my life. The part where I work for XX years and only walk away with a monthly retirement check, a wife (maybe) and some kids (also depending on the wife thing). I think I'd rather do what I want to do, a novel idea huh? Do what you actually *want* to do with your life.
Enough of that.
It's been so slow the past few days here at work. *knock on wood* It's nice to an extent, it allows me to do things like...update my lj.
I need to get my oil changed this weekend.
My original plan was to do nothing since all I've done for the past sinceIcanremember weekends is spend money and drink, which are one in the same.
Oh, that's right, I have my Anthropology midterm paper to write, so it looks like I will be drinking this weekend.
I miss some of you people, some.
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[16 Feb 2006|02:28pm] |
To do: In no particular order.
*Start writing my book.
*Write that movie with Jesse.
*College is ftw.
*Certifications.
*Figure out women.
*Figure out that I'm never going to figure anything about women.
*Take up dangerous hobbies when I fail at all of the above.
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[20 Jan 2006|07:36am] |
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I bought an XBOX 360 last night. Yes.
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[16 Jan 2006|12:31pm] |
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So I think I'm going to Canada to drink and gamble for Spring Break. I could legally drink and gamble in the US, but throwing down pocket kings when a king comes up on the boat, reeling in my winnings in bacon, sounds more appealing. eh?
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[15 Jan 2006|12:25am] |
Tonight I was at the hick-est hick bar ever. Total hicks, all of them, in the middle of Nowhere, Indiana. T'was fun though. :)
gg.
night.
oh and country music still sucks, even if it's forever loud.
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[08 Jan 2006|09:24am] |
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I bought an iPod Nano yesterday, it seems to have taken control of my body, allowing me to only download as much music as I can to appease it's never-ending appetite for media. I love it, I can say.
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