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Saturday, August 31, 2002 get you! i've been here for the past hour, doing absolutely jack fucking shit. i told sean earlier that i'd be done with everything by 5, because it's labor day weekend and we're so fucking slow. i finished everything before 5, and he's got this driver here, and as soon as he came, i knew sean was going to keep me here longer, which he is. i told him i'm done with everything, but he said that he can give me stuff to do and i said, "i've got stuff to do, also. i just don't want to stay here doing small tasks." as soon as this driver leaves, i'm telling sean that if he wants me to stay till a certain time, fucking tell me, because when he doesn't and just gives me stupid shit to do, i don't do them, or i don't do it well. it fucking pisses me off. on that sept. 11th thing, it's so stupid. americans think they're so fucking untouchable, and it's sad it happened, but americans all had the wrong emotions. "it shouldn't happen to us; this is america!" fuck you!! we're no different than any other country, but americans have huge egos. america take things way out of control. by the time they have this stupid anniversary, they've already had 10 million fucking memorials, that it's not going to mean anything. and, yes, they haven't given the victims' families time to heal their wounds. i'd be pissed if i were them. though it seems that the lot of them would rather go to celebrity fucking outings and award shows. typical american characteristic. so i gave the driver our credit card imprinter, and he asked if we have the smaller ones. i told him yeah, but we haven't opened them yet. we have, but i wanted leave already. then sean says, "why don't you get it, breht!" i wanted to punch his face when he said that. so they're standing around watching me switch the company name plates, and it's very small, so i'm having all sorts of trouble getting the screws in place and i tell them, "you guys can go do your test run, and i'll have this ready by the time you get back." because once again i want to leave. then sean says, "if it's going to take a while, why don't we go do the test run, and we'll come back for that?" "that's what i just said, sean!" fuck, it's amazing how much stress and fucking pressure that guy can bring by just being here. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:30 PM Friday, August 30, 2002 get you! bruce springsteen is coming in soon, so i can't blog much, but jeff, if you're not doing anything tonight, you could always drive to lincoln. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:49 PM Thursday, August 29, 2002 get you! mixture of being very tired and drinknig a bottle of vino results in breht passing out on his bed, while the glass of vino in his hand spills all over the bed and him. i woke up later and just became lazy and lay there in bed watching tv. then i got up and cleaned the kitchen and, surprisingly, i fell asleep later. usually when i take a nap or something, i can't fall back a sleep. dice on the table. did you hook it up at work? i think that i'm coming down with a cold. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:37 PM Wednesday, August 28, 2002 get you! i suddenly stumbled upon back to the future on amc. being that i've not watched this movie in a while, and it seems to be the hot topic (no plug intended) recently on the blog, i'm watching it. since i won't be blogging for the next couple of hours, here's my favorite excerpts from the motley crue book. if anyone affiliated with the book is reading this, please don't sue me. see it as an advertisement... "what lorainne? what?" (an excerpt by nikki sixx on his attempt, during a troubled time, to get in touch with his real father, who abondoned him at three, visited him a few years later to give him a stupid wagon, and never talked or was there for nikki through the rest of his life) "...i called information, asked for frank feranna, and found him. i wrote the number down next to the phone, and downed a fifth of whiskey to work up the courage to dial it. "he picked up the phone on the first ring, and when i told him it was me, his voice turned gruff. 'i don't have a son,' he told me. 'i do not have a son. i don't know who you are.' "'go fuck yourself,' i yelled into the receiver. "'don't ever call here again,' he snapped back, and hung up. "that was the last time i ever heard his voice. "i cried for hours, removing records from thier cardboard sleeves and throwing them against the walls, watching them smash to pieces. i grabbed the pieces of vinyl and scraped them up and down my arms, making criss-crosses of raised red flesh punctuated by beads of blood. though i didn't think i could sleep that night, i somehow did, waking up in the morning strangley calm with the resolve to change my birth name. i did not want to be saddled for the rest of my life as the namesake of that man. what right did he have to say i was not his son when he had never even been a father to me? first, i killed frank ferrana jr. (nikki's current name) in a song, 'on with the show,' writing, 'frankie died just the other night/ some say it was suicide/ but we all know/ how the story goes.' then i made it legal." that song just means so much more now more than ever. plus, i'm drunk right now, and i get really sentimental when i'm drunk, so felt it very necessary to blog that. the next best part of the book - the entire book is great, but these are part i felt necessary to promote, because they stood out to me - that i'm copyright infringing is this part where tommy lee talks about a part of the girls, girls, girls tour, in which they pretty much kept the same schedule, day in and day out. "23:45-24:00: ask managment for permission to stay in city. accuse them of purposely making band travel to next town during the only hours when bars and strip clubs are open. attempt to punch them when they confirm accusation. get in van or limo for airport. "03:00-04:00: arrive in new city. if city laws allow establishments to serve alcohol until 4 a.m., ask local record company representative distance to nearest strip club. groan when he says, 'forty-five minutes.' ask if the record company planned it that way. threaten violence when he confirms accusation. tell limo driver to take us there anyway." i've also just noticed that this station doesn't have commercials (knock on wood). dice!!!! also, no school on monday. school is great so far, but i've not yet had the joy of yelling anything out in class, because i'm so tired during the classes. traffic is a motherfucker, and i also need to make new cds to rawk to on the way to school. i've listened to these cds i have for way too long. maybe i should make one. maybe i should shut the hell up? besides not watching back to the future, because i'm bloggin all this, i'm also reading a drink with shane macgown for the third time. i'm almost done with it, and i'm loving this book more than ever now, because i've grown more accustomed to him,stuff he's talked about, and more of the songs that he talks about, also. "i don't tip!" viinnooooo! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:42 PM "our drivers usually show up naked unless you request they wear something." man ppl are idiots. got the new QOTSA album today, and it rocks. reminds me a lot of the foo. i have no idea what movie to watch tonight, but i wish i had enough money for the bttf box set. all three movies in my hand... ahh Anonymous partied hard at 1:15 AM Tuesday, August 27, 2002 get you! "what kind of attire do your drivers wear?" "black suit & tie, but if you want the driver to dress a certain way, you could request it." "well it's for a wedding." "uh, so is black suit and tie all right?" "don't they wear suits?" "uh, yes, black suit and tie." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:38 PM so it seems that titus is cancelled. he was on the fox morning show this morning, hosting as a substitute. then jillian barberie was telling the management, on air, how stupid they are for getting rid of good shows (i.e., titus, action). then they panned back to titus, who was giving cash to her. then they were talking to tamyra, that gilr who got booted of american idol this week, and titus said, "don't worry. i know how it feels to have something great going for you and having the rug pulled from right under you!" dice!!! vino! they showed the set up and stuff for michale bolton's star on the hollywood walk of fame. they showed the fans, and there were two old woman, and the set up crew. titus was saying, "wow, call out the riot police!" about the bttf, at least commercials back then were more creative than now. all the ones now try way too hard to be funny. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:25 AM  "who is driving car?" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:31 AM Sunday, August 25, 2002 get you! ip: 24.31.86.16 port: 666 user: jeff pass: yuppie hit the "indie" dir, it's in there... finally. Anonymous partied hard at 5:43 PM Saturday, August 24, 2002 get you! suffice to say, everything's working out today. though with my luck, i shouldn't be celebrating the day yet, when the day's just begun. i woke up this morning and kept saying, "vino," and couldn't stop laughing. i was just thinking about all the ways we kept saying it in omaha, and the different people who were saying it, and i started laughing. then i turned on the telly, and for some reason i couldn't find the need to turn the station. i was watching some pbs telethon/cooking show. apparently, if you donate the $60, you get this cookbook, which is stupid, since they were a) showing you how to cook a lot of the recipes on the broadcast, and 3) if you give people these things for donating, doesn't that take the whole meaning out of it, or in a sense, you're just buying a $60 cookbook. sort of like nintendo. you buy super mario bros. for $100, then you get the system for free (rimshot!). Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:19 PM viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinooooooooooo!!!! (with conviction!) Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:54 AM Friday, August 23, 2002 get you! brett, dude... if you can't knock his face in, you should find out some way to get that driver. what a total ass he is. maybe you and axl foley can stuff bananas in his car's exhaust? dice on moving to nebraska. i'll actually be moving to LV sometime within a year. i think it'll be somewhere in henderson county to be exact. road trips abound! so after we left your house, we went back to urban outfitters so colleen could exchange a shirt she got for her roomie, and i went across the street to DMC records. found a LP case for $80. not bad, considering they retail for around that much, but i'd have to pay like $20 more to get it shipped to hawaii. then the next day in vegas i happened by a guitar center. they were selling the same exact case for $200! pretty much all their stuff was way overpriced. they're kind of like a overgrown music mac, with the customer service to match. so i put most of my records into said case, and now it weighs a ton. it holds about 70 albums, and i pretty much filled it (thanks mostly to that thick as hell braid movie music 4 LP box set). also, jeff, you might be pleased to know that i found my cursive/silver scooter split 10" which contains bob's bbq. i will be turning it into an mp3 a little later tonight. if you've still got that log in info, you might wanna change the ip, as road runner changes my ip like every damn week. it is now: 24.31.86.16 ok, and now, time to finish cleaning up around these parts. Anonymous partied hard at 6:59 PM so it's official. that ass-clown of a driver is quitting today. i really don't want to talk to him. i really would like to break his face. finally sean left and now i get to have some brett time. i need to balance my account tonight and work out. i also need to stretch. i haven't stretch much in the past week; just once, before softball. weekend's finally here, which is dice, because sean's not supposed to come in tomorrow, and i get to do laundry. then sunday, i'm off, and i finally get to sleep in. what else is good about sunday is, summer slam. school starts on monday, so i'm sort of excited. i'm always excited when school starts, and then halfway through the semester, i feel like kicking heads in. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:21 PM Thursday, August 22, 2002 get you! so today sucked ass!! that jerk-face driver, i just found out, is working for us till we hire a new one. so he thinks he's doing us a favor, but he fucked us over today, and i expressed my anger towards him for putting us in this tight spot that he always does, and he showed no fucking remorse. since we still need him, i really can't do anything, but as soon as he quits, i've a good mind to punch his fucking head in. today's almost over, smackdown!'s tonight. raw was bad ass! shawn michaels vs. triple h is going to be bad ass!! not to mention the brock vs. rock. thanks to jeff for all his hospitality! had tons o' fun in 'braska. everyone is super dice & funny. i'm almost positive i'm going to move out there. i hate when people park on my front lawn, though. i've finished reading that motley crue book, and words cannot express how great that book is. i love each member of that group even more than before (though i still can't forgive tommy lee for methods of mayhem). most of all, i love nikki sixx more than ever. more on that later; my boss keeps walking in and i've lost my momentum. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:42 PM Saturday, August 17, 2002 get you! hey kai, hammerhands was probably making cold cereal and milk. noise is just a nutural part of her habitat. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:09 AM Friday, August 16, 2002 get you! brett man, the drive back was good. not as much traffic as we caught coming into LA. thanks once again for letting us crash, showing us around, and of course for the directions i kept calling for. hope your upcoming trip is total dice. so i really do think that i'll be moving to vegas within a year or less. my dad seems to be into it, and after visiting, so am i. the heat isn't that bad. 100+ up there feels just about the same as the temperature here. of course it's all the humidity down here making it worse. baker, CA... not a place i'd like to live. it's like being in a giant oven. we stopped there a second time on the way home for gas. it was 110, and about 7 or 7:30pm, what the... oh, by the way, hammerhands did wake me up as roy said she would. banging away on pans and crumpling papers. what the hell was she doing anyway? it was like a hotel kitchen in there. it's all good though, cause the drive made me super tired and i went right back to sleep. Anonymous partied hard at 6:52 PM today isn't as bad as i thought it would be, but it is irritating. for some reason, my phone calls turn into story time. and i'm not talking about fun talk, it's that they can't stop talking. also, i don't want to take reseravitons, so i quote a little high, but i give them a deadline like, "book this by wednesday, and i'll give you 2 free hours" sort of deal. then i tell them, "take your time and call around to see that you're getting a good deal; don't rush into it." they call back like 2 minutes later. why would you rush into the first offer you get? i mean, if you're given a deadline and guarenteed a rate and a car to be held for you, why not explore your options? i'm just bitching because my plans aren't working. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:14 PM i don't know why, but i've been woken up by phone calls for the past few days. and like the other phone calls, it's someone who can't end a conversation. how's that for the first thing in the mornin? for those of you out there who like to call people, if you've told the person on the other line something, there's no reason to repeat yourself again, let alone 3 or more times. it's not fun, and is in fact irritating. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:01 AM Thursday, August 15, 2002 get you! i got called at 8:42 am - or i should say woken up - by the landlady saying that my stupid roommate called her up, mad that she told me that she, the roommate, hadn't paid the rent. so the landlady for about 6 minutes kept babbling on and on and on telling me to talk to her and telling me how to talk to her, so i told her, "i know how to talk to her; i'll talk to her later." then she starts from the very beginning telling me the exact same thing she just ran through telling me. i respond with the same answer, and she goes back to the story again, so i say, "you know, i have to go now, i'll talk to her." she calls back 10 minutes later to tell me that i will leave her "one check" for the rent, because she, my roommate, will pay me faster than her, the landlady. this call went on for about 5 minutes. what's with these chinese people? they just can't stop babbling. i mean, as soon as you interrupt their fucking speech/story/epic poem they need to start all over. does it throw off their train of thought that much? did i ruin their practiced dialogue? i don't like stereotyping people, but this is just all factual observations that i'm talking about. for some reason, whenever i have to deal with stupid situations, idiots, and the likes, it's always at the most inconvenient times (i.e., eating breakfast, busy at work, driving, as soon as i get in the bathroom, reading a book). so i've got today and one more day of work till my holiday, and i can't wait. i expect today and tomorrow to be the worst day in the history of my life, as previous experience has proven itself, and as this week thus far has also proven itself. i'd like to have thought that previous times before trips were just coincidental hellish days, but for some reason it seems to be the thing... boss is here, gotta go. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:05 PM Wednesday, August 14, 2002 get you! when sean first came in 3 hours ago, i told him i needed help to set up the dispatch for tomorrow. 1/2 hour ago he asked me if i need help with the dispatch, and i said yeah. he just came in to ask what i needed help with, and i showed him the conflicting jobs, and he said if we have one of the drivers pick up a town car we'd be better off. i told him yeah, then he left. so basically, i'm still here not knowing how we're going to work this out, because he has the keys to the other car, and he never confirmed that we're going to do that. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:14 PM why the fuck do i always get calls from people who either can't shut the fuck up, or they have to talk to me for 10 minutes, repeating the same thing over and over and fucking over again? my fucking landlady just called because my fucking roommate hasn't paid the rent yet. so she's fucking talking to me, i've got fucking lines ringing here, the basis of the conversation was that i need to tell her that if she doesn't pay by this weekend, we'll be evicted. okay, fine! that only takes 10 seconds to say. why the fuck was i on the phone for 10 minutes? it never ceases to amaze me how there's always some fucking controversy going on in my life. just when i think it's all clear something happens. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:07 PM jukebox: pogues - rainy night in soho today has calmed down, but it still sucks. it's weird how certain days everyone wants pick ups at the same time. like some days we're super slow, but we have 6 orders all at the same time, so it puts us in a bind, because we have 5 cars, but only 4 drivers. whatever. jukeout: pogues - fairytale of new york Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:38 PM like i was saying... our limo driver just got hit, and he called me to call 911. why he wouldn't call them himself, i don't know. so i have 911 on one line and him on the other. him telling me about the accident is necessary, but fuck, you can call 911 yourself. then while i have all that going on - by the way, right before that first call from the driver, no calls at all - the other lines all start ringing, and as soon as i hang up one, the other line rings, and it's those calls where you're trying to get them off, but they keep talking and talking, with unnecessary shite. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:59 PM one last thing, last night, as i was going to bed, i went to turn the halogen lamp off, only to feel intense heat and the nob wouldn't turn, but rather it pulled off, because the base was melted. then i saw smoke coming out of it, so i unplugged it. lamp's no good. it's scary, because sometimes when i go to the store, i'd leave my light on, but that sort of stuff could cause a fire. first my ceiling fan light broke, now this. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:14 PM i just spent $199 on books, and i need one more. though the guy at the bookstore said that book is $18 new and $12 used, so that's not too bad. plus the cinema class i'm taking is the same as mike took last semester, so if he has that, then i can return mine. there was a stupid customer yesterday that kept arguing with me about rates, policies, and all that shite, and i told him yesterday - after he called me three times un-content with our procedures and rates, and then i gave him the total amount - that if he has another company that offered him good rates, and you're not happy with how we handle things, then he should use them. this fool, i don't know why, insisted on using us. so anyway, he called this morning. i had the phones transfered to me, since sean had a court appearance, and there was no calls coming in, so i decided to make breakfast. as soon as i cracked the egg into the frying pan, my phone rings. it's that asshead. he wanted to know what the "license fee" was. i told him it's a transportation tax that we have to pay. "who do you pay it to?" "i don't know; i don't pay it, but we do have to pay it." "you never mentioned anything about it yesterday." "what are you talking about? i told you the total, and i said, 'this is the total rate, including gratuity, fees, and your discount,' and you agreed to it, so i don't see where this conversation's going." "it's a hidden charge!" "it's not hidden! i told you your total, if you didn't like it, why'd you make the reservation?!" this call went on for 5 minutes. my eggs got burnt. i have no idea, what that guy meant to accomplish in that conversation, i think he's just a natural idiot. i should've said, "when you go to the store and buy something for $.99, and the total comes to $1.08, do you raise hell there?" all i know is that if this fuck face calls again, i'm going to cancel his reservation. i'm sort of expecting this week to be horrible, since i'm leaving on saturday. it always turns out that way, and so far it looks as if it'll happen again. speaking of, the other day i went to longs drugs to buy some travel size stuff, which included soap, facial soap, and shaving cream. while in line, the lady behind me saw the tiny soaps and asked how much those cost, and the clerk said, "$.69!" then she said, "wow, i should get some. those would be good for travelling." i just looked at her, really lost for words and what she just said and just said, "uh, yeah!" i should've said to her that "i always wondered why they called them 'travel size.'" my roommate got a bike. she also said that she wants/needs to get a car, but i really don't think that would be a great idea. i guarentee that in a year, she'll have the worst driving record ever. like if she got pulled over on the highway, she'd probably stop in the middle of the highway, and i don't think i'm joking about that. at least if she ends up in jail, she could break out with her "hammerhands!" or if she has to hammer rocks, she'll be set. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:46 AM Tuesday, August 13, 2002 get you! every fucking call today is crap. i give out ridiculous rates, they book. everyone calling to confirm their orders, call to ask for their confirmations, call back to see if i receive their confirmation, calling me to see if i received their confirmation, and then they go over their entire reservation again with me, just to be sure that nothing changed while i was looking at their reservation, despite the fact that i say, "all right, we'll call you, by latest, the night before the reservation to see if there's any changes will your order and reconfirm." phones = fucking insanity Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:05 PM this moron called to confirm his reseravtion this weekend, and i told him we have it, but it's not confirmed, because we're still waiting for the confirmation to be signed and faxed back. he said, "oh, i didn't realize i had to get that back to you to confirm it." on our fax cover sheets that we send the confirmation with, i always write, "please sign the attached form and fax back. reservation is confirmed as soon as we receive the signed confirmation back..." not only that, on the top of the confirmation page, in big, bold lettering it says, "please sign and fax back to confirm, IMMEDIATELY. your special package price may be changed if we don't receive this confirmation on time." on top of that, at least on orders i take, and this one i did, i always say, "all right, i'll go ahead and put this reservation through, and you should be receiving a fax (or e-mail) confirmation. once you receive it, please look it over, and if everything's correct, sign it and fax it back, and that'll confirm your order. if there's something wrong, please call so that i can fix it." i really don't know how much more i can do to have them understand about the confirmations. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:21 PM man roy, for some reason, that same stretch in hollywood that we couldn't see enough xXx billboards, when we all drove there i was going to show kai, but there was only like 2. suckas!!! also, the infamous glendale - where that club was that i couldn't find due to my inability to read directions - well we were looking for olive garden, which i assumed i knew the way, but instead i took us in the opposite direction, and ended up in ridiculously far away location. we found another olive garden, but we were 11 minutes late, after closing. thanks, breht!!!! i set my vcr wrong, so i didn't tape raw. bastard!! this weekend was fun. for some reason, bars in west los angeles close early on sundays. anyway, mike, a.r., joey, and i stayed up pretty late getting drunk and whatnot, and ended it watching smackdown!. next day was pretty chill, too. though i had planned on going to school to pick up my schedule and buy books. i'll do that later. so i'm at work, and i don't smell what the rock is cooking. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:58 PM Sunday, August 11, 2002 get you! 90210 is on, i'll blog more later. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:51 PM Saturday, August 10, 2002 get you! bloggin via notepad right now, because everytime i try to blog something, the internet connection goes off. kai, that face to face song you're talking about is disconnected. though, in their credit, they changed it each time, and the final one was probably the better one. nfg, however, took the good version, and had n'sync (over) produce it or something. kind of how jimmy did with sweetness and rancid with roots radical. another song face to face put out a lot was i want, and i'm pretty sure there was one more. i wish - and i'm really suprised that there's not - there were vin diesel triple x cardboard cut-outs under each billboard, so people can take pictures with the ridiculous action hero. on the news last night, the movie reviewer was talking about that movie, and how he does every single extreme sport possible, which was meant as a plug for the movie, but no dice to this biiatch!!!! they showed this one stupid scene where he has a metal tray or something - for all i know it could've just been a new extreme device that they're trying to popularize - and he runs and cavemans the handrail. ridiculous! this movie just looks like an over-ridiculous jerry bruckheimer film. they probably should've gotten action-hero ben affleck for this. i just ran into the neighbor here at work, and since there's all these doors here, everytime i open one, and he's walking through, i jump and get scared and say hi. he's like 7'. i don't know why; he's the only person i get scared of when i open the doors and someone's there. so kroq is having this "inland invastion" thing where bands like the sex-pistols, x, circle jerks, the offspring, the vandals, all that crap are putting some outdoor music (gulp!) punk festival on. i don't know if i need to point out how ridiculous this is. seeing the new breed of (gulp!) punk bands is bad enough, but ressurecting older ones is even worse. or worse yet, is the fact that the old-pioneering bands actually agreed to do this. most of those bands suck, but like the sex-pistols, i'd really love to see them, but back in the days when their music and beliefs and performances were what made them such a great thing. their music is not effective now, with thousands of kids, who think they know what punk was about, sing their songs with such conviction, that you'd of thought they were with the pistols or x or circle jerks all along. i don't want to see things like that. it's like hardcore. seeing a hardcore show now, with kids who weren't there when it happened, doesn't have the same meaning as before. there's no way i could get into it. or hulk hogan. he's old and can't move to quick, and no one wants to see an old guy doing stuff he used to be able to do. actually, everyone loves that, so i guess that's why people do stuff like that, but you'd think bands like the sex-pistols would have a bit more sense than that. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:53 PM man, the shoe selection down here sucks ass unless you wanna pay an arm and a leg for them. then of course, you could just have paid half price, since you'll only have one leg left. half of the reason i usually mail order my shoes. the other half? my feet are wide and huge, so no place in hawaii would have my size. i'm hoping i can hook up a new pair of shoes on the trip, along with some socks. yeah, i can't even find socks in my size here. lawd. you know how NFG put "hit or miss" on like three (or so) of their albums? remember when face to face did that with uh... what was the name of that song. i forgot, but i know they did it. i'm gonna take loads of pics with triple x billboards in the background, fer sure. maybe i can do one at an angle where it looks like vin and i are hanging together, and like sell it to a tabloid saying he got me drunk and tried to make his own triple x movie with me. Anonymous partied hard at 1:43 AM Friday, August 09, 2002 get you! he's probably straight edge, because in their band contract, they must represent anything to do with the "pseudo-punk scene!" "uh, guys, this contract is almost complete, but one thing. we're going to need one of you to be striaght edge!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:54 PM yeah, usually people who get tats, especially ones that cover their arms, it takes years of experiences and whatnot, before they finally create their masterpiece. newfound glory singer, somehow did his in the span of a year. has he been saving all these tats, all this time and now he finally has the cash? i think it's stupid. their drummer looks like a monkey. i do think they're totally the n'sync of the psuedo-punk scene. they're the very band who you know 10 years from now, along with the other pseudo-punk bands (face to face) who make all these stupid "punk rules" about major labels and stupid stuff like that, and then they jump to a major label, then when they have no fans anymore, they jump to an indie label (vagrant), and do a surprise show on a tour (vagrant america) and tell the crowd, "we've been on major labels, and we realize that the indie labels are where it's at. it's great to be back!" all that nonsense. anyway, back to the lecture at hand... "well, look at this! it's bill shakespeare. it seems, though, that recently you've been using papers for rolling, instead of writing." jukebox: pogues - pair of brown eyes "a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' i'll go!" last night, i decided to order some books for the trip. so i put this & this in my shopping cart, and i was gonig to place the order, and all of a sudden, it was placed. i was wondering what the heck. apparently, they kept my cc info on their site (oh, yeah, i ordered it from amazon), so i took it off. that's very dangerous to have that on there, because for one, i go on there a lot of times and place stuff into my shopping cart and hesitate with the order button for a while, so what if all those times i accidentally ordered them? xXx is going to be stupid. kai, bring tons o' film here, because you're going to want to take pictures of the 8 kajillion xXx billboards in los angeles. work today should be easy. hopefully, everything goes to plan. that moron that quit yesterday is being a bitch about bringing the car in, because he doesn't have a ride back. i'm all for tricking him into coming here, and then making him walk home. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:44 PM funny stuff... i just saw that new found glory video on mtv2 a few minutes ago. do you think the sequel to triple X will be xXxxXx? hehe, i know you've all seen the posters around, and the middle x is bigger than the other two. or maybe the sequel could be XOXOXO. vin diesel would show his softer side and go around hugging and kissing everyone instead of doing these crazy "eXtreme" things, like... snowboarding an avalance!? oh my gawd, he is bad ass! Anonymous partied hard at 4:53 AM Thursday, August 08, 2002 get you! day's over, thank god!! nothing better than coming home from a horrible day of work to enjoy a viewing of smackdown! wait, no smackdown?! i now have full reason to hate the dodgers. they're showing their game right now. i hate interruptions of shows - especially ones that don't replay - to bring you car chases, forest fires, sporting events, political debates, triple x previews... all things that you can catch on the news later, anyway. anyway, mike said they might be showing it on sunday (fingers crossed). bad news, roy. i saw a mtv2 thing with vin diesel, and i'm not sure if i heard right, but i heard a thing about (gulp!) triple x 2. what the hell?!!!!!! this movie has not even been out yet, and you know it's going to do good, with all it's ridiculous advertisments, because if it doesn't, they've wasted all that money. and i think they've probably spent more money on the advertisements than the movie itself, seriously. and i can't believe the movie's not even released yet. so that driver quit, and i'm so glad. sean told me i need to re-write the write up i did of his mess up today, because legally, we can't call him a "fucking idiot," "a fucking baby," and "deserves kicks to the head!" i almost told the driver to come in so i could beat his ass. i hate quitters, especially quitters who can't do what they're supposed to, make things harder for everyone else, and quit because they can't take it. the client called me from the plane, and we talked for a while. he knew it's not our fault apologized for the way he talked to me. i told him not to worry, i wasn't mad at him; it wasn't his fault. we're cool!! peace out!!! simpsons are on! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:00 PM today's the most irritating fucking day ever. i wake up, everything's fine, and i head to work, just after 11, because i wanted to stop by k-mart to pick up some much needed supplies. i get on the freeway, traffic's flowing, then stopped. not moving one fucking bit. to top it off, by the next on ramp, the fucking merging lane is using the side lane -- which isn't a lane, but rather just the side of the freeway -- which later prevented the city maintenance workers from having a path to get to the, soon to be later discovered to me, fuel spill. the only lane open was the carpool lane, so everyone had to merge into that, and you know how fucking stupid people are, no one knows how to merge. i start merging into a lane, i try to get in, and the lady keeps trying to cut me off. i'm almost into the lane and she's still trying to pull forward, so i look at her, ready to punch her face and ask what the hell. then she finally lets me in. so i finally pass all the shit, and the car in front of me is driving like 2 mph, looking at the clean up. i get to work late. it took me a fucking hour to go 8 miles to work. if i rode my bike, i would've got there in 48 minutes. so i get to work, and the first thing that happens is a driver, who's in the same traffic i was in, calls to say that he won't be able to make his 12:30 pm pick up from the valley, which is 26 miles north of where he's at. not to mention that he calls at 12:15 pm. why the hell he doesn't call earlier, i have no fucking idea. then, i can't even fucking breathe and the phones just keep ringing. then, at 3:48 pm, another driver calls to say that he's going to be 15 minutes late for his pick up. i ask why the hell he didn't tell us earlier, he says he didn't know. i tell his client that, and he's fine. 25 minutes later, his cilent calls, pissed, i call the driver, he's fucking still not there. client's yelling on the line. mind you, this is a really nice client, and i've been talking with him lots this week, about this reservation, negotiating pick up times, taking traffic into consideration and all; he's really nervous about traffic. so this fucking driver is telling me he's quitting. i tell him that he can't, and he's fucking crying about how fucking stressful this job is and can't handle it. the only thing that's been stressful is the fucking 6 clients, within the past two weeks, that he's fucking been late, missed, and we end up dealing with the clients. if he actually does what he needs to, this is such a kick back job. i felt like telling him to fuck off, but since we're down two drivers already, i can't, because we'll need him at least till sunday. see, i've not been driking for the past couple of days, and i think, you know, i don't need to drink, and then stuff like this always happens, and it just fucking kills me. new found glory bassist tries to hard to play along that he's comfortable with being fat, and in their current video, he's rubbing his belly with a bunch of other fat people. that just makes his fat ass even more lame. one other thing i don't like about them is that all their performances seem way too coreographed. it's not raw performances, they all jump at the same time, all the time at that time, singer has a big forehead, instantly got tattoos... Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:37 PM Wednesday, August 07, 2002 get you! you want to know the funniest thing? you know that remote control i've mentioned several times before? well, the batteries are officially dead, so the roommate's been watching comedy central for the past week. she asked me if i can fix the remote, and i told her it needs new batteries, and she jumped up and said, "i have batteries!" she brought aa, when it needs aaa. typical move on her part. she's still watching comedy central, even though she doesn't like the shows, when she can just walk to the cable box and manually change it. but apparently, that kind of logic doesn't apply to her. even though she has enough sense to go up to the tv to turn it on. more roommate idiocies, as they happen. and remember, we're the news that's first to the action! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:59 PM hey brett, was lance doing his freestyle raps? that would have been pretty funny. or maybe he was there cause you took his candy at that party once and he wanted revenge. ahaha. jeff, i can't find bob's bbq. i know i have it, cause i put it on a mix tape back in the day, so it's gotta be around here somewhere. i'll keep you posted. Anonymous partied hard at 9:26 PM so last night's dream we were at the pseudo-chain reaction for the hey mercedes show. with me, as always (rimshot!), is jeff, kai, roy, and lance watarai. how lance watarai got in my dream is beyond me. so anyway, we're at the show, bob's got long hair, but it's held back by a clip or some sort. so they play, and it's really rocking, as usual. then they say they have a couple more songs, but they stop playing. so we head outside. we miss the encore, where they play wearing a wire. jeff folks come out, saying how great it was, and lance comes out all bloody, saying that some girl brought out a knife and started stabbing people. so i'm thinking, "man, this is a hey mercedes show, why are people being stabbed?" so for some reason, lance is held on the side, waiting for his brother to pick him up. so jeff, roy, and i am waiting, and kai comes to tell us that we're meeting the hey mercedes boys at a diner down the 5 somewhere. so we tell him that we'll meet him there, but jeff is too hungry and decides to stop by a coffee shop down the street. he's driving my car and pulls into a stall, but hits this long mirrored car, while pulling in, and some dude's walking out and says, "aw, man, that sucks!," or something like that. all of a sudden, i'm down the road, and lance and his bro are leaving. his brother is driving a tow-truck, with a blue version of my car, which, apparently, is lance's car. he takes a turn and lance's car falls off, along with a trooper bike, which i believe is in my dream, because on raw, undertaker stole a trooper's bike. so lance's brother looks out and only sees the stolen trooper bike, so he doesn't stop, because they cant' trace the bike to him. though he doesn't realize that lance's car knocked over some other stuff. so anyway, i'm at work now. had more to blog, but no dice now. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:00 PM as mr. strickland would say, "slacker!". directed towards me of course. i'll have that bob's bbq mp3 up today, i promise. i've been trying to record some vinyl to md for the trip, so i read while the shit is recording, and i just fall asleep or plain get too lazy to do anymore. what the hell is up with that. i like reading, but it turns me into some sleeping, lazy fat man. haha. jeff, if you see the girl from rilo kiley, ask her about super mario 3. huh? Anonymous partied hard at 4:10 PM Tuesday, August 06, 2002 get you! i had the raddest dream last night. i was bruce willis, but i was also myself, and i had bad aim with a shotgun. i hit not one target i aimed for, and i had a super huge scope. it was based upon grand theft auto 3, getting arrested and sneaking in cigarettes and weed, and being held hostage. the cops from gta3 got me and sat me down in a coffee shop, and bruce came, it was fun. actually, i was crying, because a cop had the gun on me and was going to shoot, but bruce, i guess, knew they wouldn't shoot me, so i kept crying, "what are you doing man? he's going to shoot me!" him, to me, in his calm bruce willis way, while still looking straight at the gta3 cop holding his gun to me, "he's not going to shoot you!" then, i got woken up by my phone to my boss. bastard. now i'll never know how to get out of a situation like that. speaking of, i'm going to omaha on the 17th till the 21st. got a cheap ticket, catch is that my flight out of la is at 1:30 pm on the 17th. then i fly up to frisco, transfer, fly to denver, then transfer again, and end up in omaha at 11:30 pm. if anyone out there is thinking of breaking in to my place, i'll be returning wednesday evening, the 21st. if you do break in, please steal stuff from the stupid room with all the flowers in it. if it sounds as if there's a construction crew working away, it's just hammerhands (aka, my roommate). so it looks like shawn michaels vs. triple h at summerslam. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:05 PM Monday, August 05, 2002 get you! depending on how mispronounced a word is, and if it really bugs me, and if the person constantly uses the word, i would correct the person. other than that, i really don't mind. i actually hate people that do that. the old, irritating roommate used to do that, and he thought it was the funniest thing, but that annoyed the piss out of me. but, in your defense, jeff, the old roommate was irritating in anything he did, and he did that in the intellectually correcting you way. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:19 PM Sunday, August 04, 2002 get you! does anyone know if the siouxsie sioux biography is just not happenning? i can't find it on amazon anymore, and it's off of me wishlist. anyway, after 120 minutes tonight, what are you watching breht? well, my friend, it just so happens to be wrestlemania v be back in a bit, need to get some dinner... and beer! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:38 PM you know what i've been thinking about doing? reading my final essay for last semester's english class. i've been meaning to for a long time. i never really even read the 6 page draft, let alone the 10 page with criticism. so 120 minutes starts at 8 pm here, and i'm very excited, and i hope it doesn't let me down. i've not seen 120 minutes in at least five years. speaking of five years, i need to get a new phone. my phone has a reception span of one inch, while my head stays at a 33 degree angle. also, i hate the flip thing. that's got to go! no photo shoot today, but my roommate came home for a bit, and i have to say, if there's anyone in the world who doesn't know how to use make up, it's her. she looks so stupid; i think she'd look much better using homer's make-up gun. i'm glad she left, because i wouldn't be able to look at that thing all day. i've done some cleaning today, and i've been watching videos, also. you may think it's a waste of a day, but again, i'm cataloging and organizing my collection. also, you may have noticed by now that this blog was very unnecessary, but... if you smell... Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:49 PM hey jeff, sorry man, i got caught up in working on the truck. it really throws a wrench into the machine when some stupid girl comes along and totals both your cars in less than a minute. anyway, here's the ftp info, and i'll have that mp3 up today. i need to transfer from vinyl to digital, if you smeeeeelllll... ip:24.31.86.112 port:666 user:jeff pass:yuppie or, ftp://jeff:yuppie@24.31.86.112:666 yes brett, 120 is still on... mtv2 of course, where they actually show videos and not dumb crap like real world over and over all day all weekend run on sentence. check your cable listings, or whatever they're called,for the time. today they're showing the piebald vid for just a simple plan. if i'm lucky they'll show the video for saves the day - freakish, as well Anonymous partied hard at 3:38 PM there's this hair removal system thing where you rub this gel type thing over the hair, and then you place a sheet or something over it, and then you rip it off, tearing the hair out. it's disturbingly called "nad's." why does nelly wear a stupid white strip of something on his cheek? does he always just cut himself shaving there? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:23 PM i just, unfortunately, caught this new vid from nelly. it's probably the stupidest vid i've ever seen, along with the stupidest song i've ever been exposed to. here's the chorus, "it's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes." then there's this pause, where the dj says, "the roof!" then the crowd starts singing, "the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire." completely nothing to do with the vid. i think i'm taking my brother's engagement pics today. i should call him... Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:09 PM top fun things to do in gta3: - becoming a cab driver and ditching our fare in the water. - blocking up the intersections, thus causing a huge traffic jam. - having a cop chase you, while you steal his car. - stealing a car at an intersection, while a cop is right behind you. then, while he turns his siren on, you reverse into him, knocking him out, than driving away. - driving through the park, uncontrollably. - if you sameeeeeeelllll.... Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:24 AM for some reason i can't stop watching mtv2. you'll never guess what i'm watching now. read a couple of posts back... i'm watching fucking a bunch of lame ass, cliche', pseudo-emo kids singing along to dashboard at ungplugged. watching this crowd is way too unbearable. luckily, ash is on right now. i've been watching this station for a bit, and you'd think i'd've seen a lot more cool stuff by now. no dice... do they still have 120 minutes? if so, when? are there horse socks? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:17 AM Saturday, August 03, 2002 get you! "this boy needs therapy!" thanks to roy, i've discovered that i have mtv2 and the independent film channel. though mtv2 has not shown me anything worth while yet. i'm reminded of how i used to watch mtv for hours and hours, through crap videos, for the certain good ones. i always used to catch james', seven (or was it eleven?), and siouxsie and the banshees' kiss them for me. i guess i'm just waiting to catch 120 minutes. just so long i don't catch the dashboard unplugged. although, back in the day when i used to watch vids for hours and hours, the videos weren't as bad and ridiculous as the ones today. another vid i always used to catch was urban dance squad's deeper shade of soul and nine inch nails' head like a hole. so, yeah, here i am at work. i woke up late this morning. i have to wait till monday to find out if i can get the requested dates off, and if not, what dates i can get off. i definitely need a break before school gets in. otherwise, i'm just going to have a nervous breakdown or something. p.s., i'm not saying those vids mentioned above were crap videos, but they were just ones that came on a lot. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:32 PM Friday, August 02, 2002 get you! no probs, roy, i had fun while you were here. clockstoppers? that's just as bad as spy kids. i'm planning on taking a few days off before school starts. a much needed vacation to omaha (while i'm there, the wwe is having two house shows in indiana). hopefully, if i assume correctly, sean doesn't come in today. since i've said that, he's bound to show up, which is dice too, because i want to run my vacation plans with him. this next semester is looking to be a good one - at least i think. the way that i planned it, i'm taking fun classes (i.e., math, english, cinema, photography). so basically, it's a cruise semester to boost my gpa. also, my schedule is dice. monday i start from 9:30 - 4:30, but the last four hours is the cinema class, and we watch a movie the last 2 hours. wednesdays, i'm out by 12:30. and fridays i have a 3 hour english class before work. if you haven't noticed by now, i've really nothing to blog about. i'm almost through reading borstal boy. it's takng me so long, because i always think it's a good idea to drink while reading, and after a few beers, i realize it's not a good idea and end up watching a video or something. i got in a lot last night, though, and i've got about 72 pages left. i'm really curious as to how this book ends, because at the point i'm at, it seems as if i'm only at half point. we'll see. maybe it's just a get you?! jeff, you know johnny's coffee shop? the one from american history x? roy and i drove past it, and there was a poster size obey next to it. we were going to go back to take a pic but forgot to. d'oh!! for a blog that has no point to it, it seems to be going on and on. like yesterday, they had the episode of the simpsons that bart joined the boy scouts. i've not seen that one in a long time, and i forgot how great an episode it was. speaking of, roy, too bad we couldn't get dave down to rock a game of simpsons trivia. we could've done our own, but it's fun when there's a goal in sight. what the heck is with all these sexually oriented kidnapping going on? the latest trend. what goals are these morons hoping to accomplish? makes no sense to me. if they're that desperate for sex, why don't they legally go get some? brothels? what's with the interest in underage girls? i don't know, but this country's media start all these problems, and we've got such a sex oriented media and society going on. parents do nothing, media portrays all these sexual imagery, and it's all becoming more and more acceptable, until something drastic comes about, like now. parents are to blame for everything that goes on. like on cnn, they were having a thing - i guess it was a poll or something - "is austin powers 3 suitable for children?" any movie, show, album, video game, sex toy (what?), should never have to be publicly polled on acceptability. if the parents cared much for their children, they'd research things themselves, before letting their kids watch things or participate in stuff. ack, enough rant. tonight i'm thinking of renting nora again. i rented it last week, but was too drunk to pay attention to this type of movie, and since these rental stores have this crazy policy of "having these videos back in 5 days," i had to return them. sean's still not here. i've been here for just over an hour, and i've done jack crap and loving it. this week rolled by fast. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:11 PM Thursday, August 01, 2002 get you! nothing much to blog, but i just remembered something funny. at the show on monday, while hey mercedes were setting up, todd said, "sorry. we didn't get a chance to sound check earlier, because someone was buying furniture." lol!!! oh, yeah, chain reaction is in the same complex as these mattress & furniture stores. i thought it was funny. tough crowd! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:57 PM |