I have resolved to take a US History class and become the foremost expert on Thomas Paine.
I will write many books and essays.
I will refer to him as T. Paine in all literary works.
I will laugh hysterically.
That is all.
Lately I’ve had a stunning series of strange musical coincidences. I’ll be singing a song in the shower, and then again while I’m making my lunch for the day. Then I’ll walk into the car and fire up the CD player or the satellite radio, and BAM the song bursts into the same verse I’m singing.
This happened with the Gay Blades CD and I just tossed it up to me turning off the Jeep the night before on the same some “Dog Day Afternoon”
Then the very next day I’m listening to The Strokes – 12:51 and humming it along while in the shower. We can go and get 40s. Fuck going to that party.
I hop into the Z, hit start, and lo and behold what do I hear coming from AltNation:
It’s been ridiculous. What song will tomorrow bring? Will I have a three day streak? We’ll find out.
I spent the weekend snowboarding (or trying to) in Snowshoe, WV. It’s about a 6 hour drive from Raleigh. I went up with Pete and Kenneth.
We randomly managed to run into Kurt and Lauren as well. I took a snowboarding class with Kurt. Lauren took a ski class. Kurt Lauren and I spent Sat and Sun going down all the green trails!
I hurt everywhere. I also hit my head pretty damn hard. Yeah, should have remembered that helmet. Towards the end of the second day I was starting to get it, but I was also too tired to make my turns fast enough.
I’d definitely go snowboarding again! Here are some pictures of Snowshoe.
The new year is upon us. It has descended without warning. Well, ok, maybe I knew it was coming.
What has the new year brought? Realizations, random thoughts:
So what does all of this really mean?
I changed the brakes on the Jeep, but before doing so I had to drive the Z around in the cold.
I’ve been drunk, and an asshole, a lot lately.
I’m buying a bedroom set and a new bed to make my room more livable and less like a college dorm room.
I’ve strongly considered finally hanging my degree on the wall and cleaning / organizing my room. What do you mean “separate piles” isn’t an organizational scheme?
How is it that 4 years or more go by and things have remained largely unchanged? The only things that have been new in my life are vehicles. We’ll see how the rest of the year goes. It promises to be eventful.
After a night out for Drinksgiving, I wound up at Brendan’s house because I was unable to drive home. Woo for passing out on a futon.
In the morning I woke up and realized that video games are awesome. I tooled around on Brendan’s PS3 hooked up to a big ass HD TV and had a bunch of fun playing the demo for Ratchet and Clank: A Crack in Time.
It had some really cool game play features, like creating a snapshot of your past self to help you solve puzzles. Your past self could go off somewhere else to push a button that opens a door while your current self went through the door.
All of this got me thinking… I don’t own a nice TV, and I don’t own a video game system. I *could* buy a big ass HD TV as well as a PS3, and I’d be moving into the modern world. If I could get my computer hooked up to it, it would be even better.
It’s either that, or I’m just buying myself a 30″ LCD for my computer.
Your thoughts?
My good mood has definitely come to an end. I suppose it ended yesterday. Stupid work.
Not sure how to get it back, but it’s gone for now. Maybe this requires beer, and pizza, and probably something involving girls. We will see.
I’m in such a good mood that it’s ridiculous. I can’t actually explain the good mood, or pinpoint the source.
I’m not normally an exceptionally happy person. Starting last night though, around the time I went to watch Harry Potter, I was just happy.
I’m smiling for no reason.
I’m good at my job.
I want to say HI to people.
If this is what normal people feel like all the time, I don’t know how they stand it.
Maybe someone put something in my drink, or food. I’ve only felt this good once or twice before, and.. well.. that’s not an Internet story.
I will let you know how long it lasts. Wish me luck.
I rolled out of bed at 4:07 AM on Sunday morning. Waited for a severely late Pete, and just barely got on the plane before they closed the doors at 6:05AM.
We got into SF around 1PM local time after taking the BART to Market Street. Little did we know that we were dropped straight into the Gay Pride Parade.
I joked with my friends that I should get a rainbow feather boa. When i got off the train 3 girls in front of us actually had rainbow feather boas. I didn’t even know they made them when I was joking about it.
Checking into the 28th floor of the Westin with a view of Alcatraz.
(Will insert pic later)
Walked from Market to the Embarcadero. Late lunch at Boudin’s. Walk the Ghiradelli for chocolate sample.
Walked back to the hotel on a “Stop at every tiny bar” route. This took many hours.
The first bar had $2 Guinness. It also was an Irish pub / Curry place. What?
We sat down next to random dudes who offered our table weed. We politely declined, but these guys were pretty cool. Remember the guys from “Training Day” who almost blew the guys head off in the tub? These were those guys.
The next stop was a “Rogue Brewery” bar. They had a ton of Rogue bers on tap which were delicious.
Next stop was some small Italian place I’ll never remember the name of. We walked to one section of town, and there were so many Italian restaurants to choose from that it was ridiculous.
That’s when we started on the wine.
After that we walked a long way home. Back at the hotel I still blew a .09 with my breathalyzer. Yay for not having to drive back home!
And now, breakfast.
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