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Saturday, November 30, 2002 get you! picturebox: punch drunk love so i've been trying to get ahold of the boss (not bruce springsteen. "breht, that joke's getting old."), so i can transfer the lines. since he's being an idiot and not answering, i've decided to watch this. i'm not going to do anymore work today. in any case, i'm actually gonna hang with steve tonight. you know, guy i roomed with a while back? all right, peace outs! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:47 PM jukebox: bright eyes - "the big picture" you know what's the coolest thing ever? i've just hooked up my comp. at work. hence, dice! i'm so stoked. now i can download stuff from work. if i get some work done quickly, i'll be watching se7en in a bit. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:18 PM jukebox: high fidelity soundtrack you know what's sort of funny? this soundtrack was never released on vinyl. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:36 PM i don't know why it's doing this, but if you link of this page and come back, the blog starts from the previous day. so i guess this weekend's report was "scattered showers" or something, because yesterday was all clear, and we decided to move the last of my things at night. as soon as we're heading to my place it starts raining hard. as soon as we're done with what we were willing to move, it stops. so today i went back and i realized that my motorcycle tires are flat. no dice! also, i was planning on moving my tv, vcr, record player, speakers, and computer, and as soon as i parked it started raining. i managed to get everything in my car, but had to cover them since my rag top has holes. so as soon as i left, it stopped raining. so i'm at work now, and i'm about to get some coffee going, and maybe hook up my comp. here. if i do, then i have icq, music, and movies. i've got my record player here, but all my records and wires are at the bro's. i had the hardest time falling asleep last night. it took me two hours to do so. it's not fun having no internet access there (actually, i do, but i can't stand dial up at all), and all my vids are packed up. i also forgot to brush my teeth this morning, but it's a good thing that breht is a vagrant now, because he carries his toothbrush, toothpaste, and listerine with him. so anyway, i guess i better start doing some work now. i've good reason to believe the boss won't be in today (fingers crossed!). jukebox: nothing - "i need to go to my car to get my cds. i have some here, but i'm bored with them" might be rawking some pool tonight. in any case, drinks are a flowing. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:01 PM Friday, November 29, 2002 get you! that label, i think norm may be a part of it. like a co-owner or something, cause i know he dj's around the bay area. also, i can't wait to move to omaha either. but of course, first we need to secure a place. found some good townhomes with basements and a garage. dice! Anonymous partied hard at 10:43 PM i did not know that norm was on another blog. is this his record label? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:49 PM jukebox: bikini kill - "statement of vindication" i really need my next job to have co-workers. it's so ridiculously boring here, and i've no icq on this thing. maybe then i wouldn't complain about work so much. you know, since "you" don't have to be the one doing everything all the time. blah, blah, blah... "in the industry we call them cigarette burns." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:37 PM i've been at work for over an hour and thus far i've: made coffee; drank two cups of coffee; faxed jeff a drawing; jeff faxed me a drawing; i added to that drawing and faxed it back to jeff; talked to sammy; answered a couple of calls that i didn't have to do much with; cancelled services from the electric company; cancelled my internet/cable bill; messed around with the blog (still no dice on the archives); listened to in on the kill taker twice; found out that with the antenna off of my cell phone, i get good reception; realized it's too late to apply to uno for spring semester; dr. agon; bake for 20 minutes or until brown.... also, before i left the homestead i told the roommate to leave the video rack alone, because i'm going to take care of it after work, but everything else in the apart she can have. as i was leaving, she called after me, holding a waffle maker, and asked, "what about this?" i told her i don't want it. anyway, she just called me to ask if there's anything else in the apartment, besides the video rack, that i want. brilliant! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:17 PM jukebox: fugazi - "facet squared" i've sort of moved out now. everything's in the garage, and tonight we just need to throw a bunch of crap away, take some boxes to angela's, and it looks as if i'm bringing my record player to work (dice!). i'm pretty much going to be living out of my bag for a several weeks. i hope i don't see the roommate tonight. i'm so glad to be rid of her. i can't wait till school's out. i'm actually kind of wishing that i wasn't in hawaii so long. 9 days, man! i want to hurry up and go to omaha. i can't wait to not have this crap-ass car of mine. brb, gonna rawk some coffee. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:07 PM Thursday, November 28, 2002 get you! does anyone remember that box i found at a'ala park? the "from girl & chocolate. luv, michael bolton"? i just found it. lol!! and another thing, when did a'ala park build all those ramps? brian just sent me some very important vids of me, todd bailey, him, mike caloud, and pat potes from '94. currently icq-ing with hazen. he's he's giving me some stuff from minus the bear; ex-members of botch, and i must say that it's a HUGE step away from botch, which i guess is good. it's better than botch putting this stuff out as an album. jukebox: minus the bear - "absinthe party at the fly honey warehouse" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:52 PM jukebox: the pettyfords - "aloha means goodbye" i think today's of some importance. lots of talk about turkey and stuff. whatever the case, i'm at work. today should be just a simple thing. i don't think the boss is coming in, so it's basically just me chilling and being bored out of my brain. coffee is on! i'm only here for like and hour or so. i'm kinda stoked, because on sunday i get angela's old cell phone. hence, i'll have a phone with no flippy thing and reception!!!! that means i don't have to hold my head in one solitary position in order to converse on my phone. so if i'm walking down the street and a car's about to hit me, i can see it, dodge out of the way, and still be conversing. i don't speak gobbledygook! jukeout: the faint - "glass danse" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:14 PM Wednesday, November 27, 2002 get you! it's cheesey, but i'm still working on the site. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:28 PM jukebox: pogues - "body of an american" this song rules! jeff, i really want (need) to see that movie. speaking of, i went to salvation army to donate my stuff, and they wouldn't except the mattresses because they were torn, and one had a hole in it. they were saying how "[they] need to sell it, and no one's going to buy it if it's like that." i didn't know we lived in an age where needy people are picky with their needs. i mean, the hole was just an iron burn, and you put a fucking sheet on the mattress. whatever! i gave them our old bunk bed, all broken down, with no instruction, and a huge, big screened tv that they were digging. little do they know it's not color and it's fuzzy (the picture, not the tv). i also had all those cinder blocks that i used for shelves, but had nowhere to dump them. we went to this place that's building homes, and i told duey to drive down into the parking garage and dump it there. my space bar sucks. he didn't want to, but i thought it'd be funny. like, what if one of the workers was in charge of putting the regular bricks away, and we come and dump ours there. then he'd tell his boss he put the bricks away. and then the boss would say, "yeah, like people just come here at night and dump bricks!" i suggested that we look for someone with a brick wall, and we'll go continue it. anyway, we ended up dumping it in the costco parking lot. hehehehehe!!! surprisingly, this new leonardo/tom hanks/speilberg movie looks good. what? not sure what to do tomorrow. i need to get this apt. empty, work, study, and either go to duey's in korea town, angela's in camarillo, hang with the drivers at a bar or something. i think that whole foods have this vegetarian thanksgiving meal deal. i think it's tofurky. i still would like to eat at a shelter. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:24 PM Tuesday, November 26, 2002 get you! there's a record that i ordered like a billion years ago. it's one that i've already owned and listened through a kajillion times, but decided to get it on vinyl and sell the cd. i move out in a couple of days. i also bought some heineken, thought i'd do some studying, but i'm watching punch drunk love again. words cannot express how great of a movie this is. although words could and i probably could, at this state of mind, though, i cannot! things that i'm getting rid of: refrigerator, three mattresses (actually two mattresses and a box spring), one psychiatrist sort of deal couch, a bunch of wood and cinder blocks (used to make shelves), a love seat (which i wanted for a record listening to chair (a la high fidelity)), three bags of clothes, two turtle doves (rim shot!), life-size map of la, a rack for stuff (stolen from ralphs-unless the feds are reading this; then i got it from the salvation army), a glass kitchen table, a huge (as a result of laziness/no money from previous roommate, so no color and stuff) tv that weighs in at about 8 tons, a video rack (grabbed by me and kai from down the street at the video shop) - actually, i'm going to try to keep the rack, a bookshelf (which cost like $70 from IKEA, but it's sort of big, but necessary for me), toilet plunger, utility belt, three ripped boxers, a pre-algebra book, dr. agon... if i wanted to--if i had the time--i could have a garage sale and make at least several hundreds of dollars. leave it to breht to fuck it all up. i've a good mind to throw this all on the train tracks. finally, i get to catch an episode of the simpsons. well, besides sunday's one. i usually like to see at least one episode, but always am too busy and shite to catch it. i hope tonight's is a good one. preferably the "fall-out boy" or "lemon tree" episode. so i'm about a week or so away from hey mercedes (kai, should i get bob a pumpkin muffin wearing a tuxeda shirt?). two weeks away from armageddon. two weeks and days from the end of the semester. two weeks and days away from last day of work. two weeks and days away from my trip to hawaii. three weeks and days away from jeff coming down here. dr. agon and days away from a possible disneyland "trip!" then parties. then new year's. driving to omaha via vegas, arizona, utah, colorado... december'll be quite the month. i can't wait! speaking of, where did everybody go? he asked me all the details of the train that they went on. some people were afraid to croak, but jimmy drank until he choked. took the road to heaven in the morning." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:16 PM kai, this nigga can't upload to yo' ftp!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:07 PM i've reached that point that i do not want to be here at work. i'm just sitting here pretending to be setting up tomorrow's schedule. i've been doing this for the past 23 minutes. i wish i didn't have to pack and stuff tonight. if i get done with all that early, i'd really like to just get a sixer of guinness and listen to some records. or maybe watch reservoir dogs. though i'll probably end up watching high fidelity. i'm really bored here at work, so i'm just going to babble. what i feel like rawking to tonight: 1) pogues - if i should fall from the grace with god 2) texas is the reason - do you know who you are? 3) =w= - blue album(though i'd rather it be pinkerton) grasshopper walks into a bar... Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:43 PM oh yeah, as soon as i'm not lazy anymore (aka, next year) i'm going to start new design for this here shite! jukebox: the cure - "love cats" i think i need to eat. today still sucks. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:40 PM jukebox: jimmy cliff - "many rivers to cross" i just arrived at concentration camp, i mean work. i didn't have filters at home, so i thought i'd at least get here before anyone else and make some coffee. no dice!! boss, and i guess the new worker, is here and made some. i was expecting some "serious gourmet shit" and he brings this "freeze-dried taster's choice" or something. anyway, i got into work, and i didn't even clock in yet, and boss starts telling me all this stuff that's going on blah, blah, blah.... before i even clock in, and i'm early, so i shouldn't be bothered with anything. the whole reason shit's going on is because whenever i don't work, no one does what they're supposed to--no matter how much i keep telling them how to do things--and i always end up fixing them up. whatever! the next two weeks i'm expecting to be hell, but i'm outs after that. hehehehe!!!! jeff, i didn't know that clark toured with bright eyes! does todd know about this? did he have to wear black? this coffee is horrible. in other news... i need to pack the rest of my stuff tonight, so on wednesday i can take everything over to my new residence for the month of december. i'll be glad, because now i'll be closer to work, so i can either walk or ride my bike. i just need my car to make it through one more month; then i can put it on the train tracks or something. i also need to collect money from the roommate for the bills, and i hope to do that tonight so i don't have to ever talk to her again. maybe follow it up with a swift kick to the back of her head! 83% of my boxes are videos. due to my lack of getting anything else to read, i'm re-reading high fidelity. i should get back to work. i don't feel like it, though. jukebox: madness - "our house" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:59 PM salvation army's going to make a ton o' cash from me. i wish i weren't so lazy to do a garage sale; otherwise, i'd end up living "in a van down by the river!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:58 AM Saturday, November 23, 2002 get you! lol! i'm watching cops and this one cop's about to search a car, and he asks the lady, "is there anything in the car i need to know about? any guns? machine guns? grenades? anthrax?" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:20 PM the other day sean asked me about me completing the mailing list. i told him that i was going through the recent work orders and listing all the clients that we should send caledars to. then, i told him, i'm going to go to the other computer in the other room and check the mailing list there and update, add, or delete clients from there as i see necessary. then he told me of a different way to do it. he spent about five minutes explaining his plan on how to do it, which is exactly the same plan i'm doing and just explained to him, to which i just looked at him and said, "isn't that what i'm already doing?" jukebox: dance hall crashers - "he wants me back" what are the odds that you pick two dryers, separate from each other, and both of them not work? one sort of worked, but the clothes were still kind of damp. the other, however, was just no heat at all. that sucks. i'm the king of picking broken dryers and stuff. coffee report: dice! today sucks, and i wish that i didn't have to work. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:41 PM Friday, November 22, 2002 get you! "i've got cat class, and i've got cat style." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:34 PM ack! hole has a song called "miss world," huh? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:14 PM so in nigeria, something about the miss world contest being held there, and some newspaper said that, "prophet mohammed would have approved of the miss world contest." then, the muslims got mad and started rioting, killing....you can read about it. anyway, the thing that's funny is that they're yelling things like, "god is great" and "miss world is sin." is it that bad of a sin to see beauty in women? i mean, where does killing people fit into their religion? it's great to see that something that's supposed to be happy, peaceful, and fulfilling gets carried out too far and people lose all aspects of the original intent of it. i'm just babbling right now, but it just makes no sense to me, that's all.... and the latest news with president bush (rim shot!) jukebox: queen & david bowie - "under pressure" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:12 PM i've got that "graduation rap" from ghost world last night. that song's so cheesily and stupidly brilliant: "no more education/ time for celebration/ 'cause this is the day of our high school graduation." jeff, i think the part that spike jonze directed was that eric koston part. you know, the charlie chaplin thing. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:27 PM if people were smart and used common sense, each reservation that we do--besides doing the job itself--shouldn't take more than 10 minutes of time. just thought i'd mention that. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:17 PM i can't stop watching punch drunk love. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:38 AM Thursday, November 21, 2002 get you! jukebox: hey mercedes - "stay six" the heatwave in la continues. pop's cool love left this morning. tonight is smackdown!. i really do not want to be at work today. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:12 PM so the new girl that's been working here for the past month, and some, has been really fucking everything up. almost everyday i spend at least 2-3 hours fixing up shit she does. i tell sean about this, and i leave notes for her, but no dice. sean keeps saying how she's not going to work out and all that, but i keep telling him--because i see how fast she catches on and stuff--"it's not that she's a fuck up who can't do the job, it's because you don't allow her to work more. she never sees the backside to what she does, so she doesn't understand what kind of effect her work has on anything." but he keeps avoiding the subject on her working more hours. so it keeps putting a ton of pressure on me, i keep telling him, but he does nothing. well, i've got a few more weeks here, so he's going to be stuck with all the crap then. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:59 PM Tuesday, November 19, 2002 get you! today sucks! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:52 PM rofl!!!!! after adam breaks the plunger that should've been unbreakable, and he goes in his office to take the call from his sister, luis' character is in the background whacking the unbreakable plunger on the counter. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:53 AM lol, on the erett. what is e&c? edge & christian? survivor series was bad ass. actually, it was funny as hell. i couldn't stop laughing throughout the entire event. everyone was messing up and stuff; it was great! so anyway, there's about three weeks till hey mercedes, beyatch!!!!!! i should also mention that i've watched punch drunk love (many thanks to kai for that), and i must also agree that it's one of the best movies ever. i think the funniest thing is that luis' character wore a suit the next day. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:45 AM Sunday, November 17, 2002 get you! last night at e&c, we somehow got into a conversation about ppl from high school, how dan can't spell worth shit and failed a grade. brian mentioned that brett failed a grade, but at least he can spell. then i said something about erett. the table was all laughs. long lost erett ohira. lol Anonymous partied hard at 10:42 PM get you! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:18 PM Saturday, November 16, 2002 get you! jukebox: pogues - "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" last several jukebox entries have been pogues. anyway, i thought i didn't have enough quarters for the laundry, so i overstuffed the dryer with two laundry loads. i just found a dollar's worth of quarters in my bag. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:59 PM Thursday, November 14, 2002 get you! very ridiculous. everytime i watch cribs, i get really pissed, but i still watch. i do see how ridiculous these people are, and i'd think that travis and mark would have better sense than to be that extravagant. who, in their right mind would need more than one of the same car? i'm not saying that i wouldn't ever get more than one vehicle (because i have two right now), but i'm saying that, like seinfeld and his 15 or something porsches. that's ridiculous. one of the worst cribs i've seen is ray lewis' home. he has this huge palatial kitchen, about the size of my whole apartment. then, in the middle of the kitchen, he has this small ass stove. electric stove, with four burners, and it's super small. the surface is about 2' x 2'. complete waste of a kitchen. then, they show his pool, which looks like a very ugly, low-income community pool. his barbeque grill out there is one of those $20 grills you can buy at longs. it seems that his rumpus/trophy room is his most prized possession, so if i ever broke into his house, i'd smash up his trophies and break his cue sticks. hehehehe!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:34 PM Wednesday, November 13, 2002 get you! i can't believe it. in the new rolling stone, particularly, the album review section, justin timberlake, got four stars on his solo debut. now, i don't normally care about what rollingstone rates things (because we know how musically deficiant (sp) they are), but it's justin. no matter what he puts out, it should automatically be disqualified. he beat the new rage, pearl jam..., which i haven't heard, have no opinion of, but justin?!!!!!!!! if i've not made it clear before, i'm making it clear now: "rollingstone is not a rock mag anymore; more so, they are an entertainment magazine!" something that should've put the reviewers on the negative end, the title of the album is "justified." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:40 AM Tuesday, November 12, 2002 get you! i wonder if robek's does delivery? you'd probably have to make a huge order, huh? for some reason, everybody in history is calling us here today. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:26 PM i was washing the coffee pot here at work, and i noticed that it was all oily. i was wondering what the hell, but didn't think too much of it. then it got busy and as soon as i got the chance, i went to get a cup. i did, and came back to my desk and as i was about to take a sip, i noticed an orange film on the handle and around the lip of the cup on the inside. i looked closely to see if, for some reason, the coffee was doing that. but it wasn't, it's some greasy, oily funk. i went to the kitchen to get another mug, but the other ones are like that too, and, in fact, all the dishes in the dishrack are like that. i don't know how that happened, but i do know that i just wasted a cup of coffee, and, "excuse me, mr. pink, but the last thing you need is a cup of coffee." why is it hot today? i've been here at work for an hour, and it already sucks. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:44 PM crap, i changed the blog, since tomorrow, i should be cancelling my internet access. this way, i'll be able to save the archives and shit, until later. whatever. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:03 AM pop's cool love comes in to town next week. in particular, sunday, survivor series day. i hope he gets in early, so we can hang and eat, then i can head out. my roommate always sleeps in the living room. i hate that, because as annoying as she is, i always have to pass her, and she always wakes up and says something. it's so irritating. anyway, my car needs to warm up a bit before i drive, so i always start it, then get my stuff ready, so when i finally get in, i can just go. it also gives off a lot of exhaust. she always complains in the morning, "breht, can you close the door? the smoke is coming in." and i always say, "no, i'm almost leaving." basically, i make no attempt whatsoever to accomodate her. i'm subtlely telling her that if she sleeps there, right in a high traffic area, she's either going to have to deal with it, or sleep in her damn room. also, when she's sleeping and i go in and out or to the kitchen, i make as much noise as possible. she hasn't said anything about the noise, but if she does, i'm just going to say, "i'm not going to cramp my style for you sleeping out here. you know that other things go on in this place, and if you don't like it, sleep in your room." i've been making more noise tonight, because i want to tell her that. i'm outs. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:48 AM Sunday, November 10, 2002 get you! i had a pretty dice dream last night. could've been partly because we were watching v. anyway, it was my typical life, but it was like that movie independence day. jeff goldblum was catching these frequencies and the same deal as the movie. no one in the white house believed him. and then jeff goldblum was telling me about how the aliens planned their attacks last time, and i was wondering, if this happened before, why won't anyone believe him. so i get to school, and, surprisingly, there's a bunch of parking. then i remember of these alien things. so i'm thinking if i should go to my cinema class or not, since i don't want to be there if we get attacked. we were thinking that they would attack at a different time that last time, as to surprise us this time. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:18 PM this is cool. it's like a secret blog. only we can see what we think and do. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:07 AM i think i'm with you on the theatres deal, kai. which is my thoughts-along with jeff's-on going to shows. though mike and i am going to see jackasss, i think, this weekend, because i have free movie passes. so lots of stuff are going on these next few months. pops cool love is visiting next weekend, which is also survivor series. then it's thanksgiving (which i don't want to do anything, anyway), then i move out (thank gawd!), then it's hey mercedes, then it's the end of the semester, then it's hawaii, then it's the last days of la, then it's a huge road trip to omaha. i'm still looking for my rob lowe episode of snl with the pogues on it. i've been looking for this tape for the last how many months. i started looking on the tapes i labeled "saturday night live," but then remembered that i taped it on a regular tape with fox shows on them. then i realized that for the past how many months i haven't been labeling tapes, so that stretches my search even more. "her eyes are a deeper blue, she likes her hair that color too. she can even wear a dress, but that doesn't mean she'll ever confess." i forgot to mention that i just got my vinyl of mommy's little monster (about time) in the mail today. you may be asking, "breht, why are you using a lot of parentheses?" well, why did ben affleck spend ridiculous amounts of moey to buy j-lo a ridiculously ugly diamond ring? i wonder if damon thinks ben has become the enemy? i am drunk, so i'm just bloggin off the top of my mind. so basically everything i'm blogging are recent discussions or thoughts i've been having. have you tried rum and vanilla coke? that's the best thing ever. "i don't tip." speaking of tips, j-lo is such a publicity slut. everytime her life goes silent, she has to do something to boost it again. first it's her stupid music career. then it's puffy. then it's the gun thing that puffy was in. then it's marrying that one dude. then it's something else. then it's separating from that dude. then it's rumored about ben affleck. then it's being fired by her agent. then it's this stupid engagement to ben affleck. i really wish she'd croak or something. or maybe just get wife beatened by ben (fingers crossed). Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:45 AM Saturday, November 09, 2002 get you! i'm getting punch drunk love off the newsgroups. theatres just aren't my thing. however... i did make the exception and went to see jackass at the real late showing, on a monday night, when like no one was there. it was pretty damn funny, i'll say that much. i'd do the same for punch drunk, but i'm broke anyway. Anonymous partied hard at 10:39 PM Friday, November 08, 2002 get you! dice!!! i've got to see that. i think we're going to watch jackass. speaking of, once again, a state worker proves to be an idiot. i got my ticket signed off and the sheriff's department person said to mail it in with a transaction fee, which she didn't know but said it was like $15. i remember the last time it was about $10, but i wanted to make sure first. so i call and ask, and the idiot was asking all these stupid questions that have nothing to do with my question. so i keep saying, "i just need to know how much the transaction fee is!" "where was the ticket issued at?" "venice? on licoln blvd." "was is the police department or dmv that gave it to you?" "what?" call goes on for another minute with pointless questions, then finally he tells me it's $10, so i hang up. phone call that should've been 5 seconds. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:18 PM Thursday, November 07, 2002 get you! jukebox: pogues - "donegal express" today is dragging along way toooooo sloooowwww!!!!!! it felt like it should be about 6, but it's only 4pm. i'm way too lazy to work or even switch the soundtrack. "it was christmas eve, babe. in the drunk tank." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:10 PM today is really ugly. feels like i'm living in a cave. jukebox: fugazi - argument need to stop drinking vino. i don't know why, but i'm tired as hell, but i'll still insist on getting another glass in me, and then i wake up all wet with an empty glass next to me. although last night, i did pretty well. i woke up still holdign the glass straight up. anyway, i don't know what i was going to say... uh, it's raining right now. oh, that's what it was. i need to start reading the labels on salad dressings that i buy. several times i've picked up the "low -fat" dressings, and they taste horrible. tastes like plastic. speaking of plastic... Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:12 PM Wednesday, November 06, 2002 get you! the last several records i ordered must've had shipping by camel or something, because the last one i got was about two weeks ago and still no dice!!! we went to pick up tickets today for the hey mercedes/avail show. i decided to go to the venue to purchase in cash to avoid ticketmaster jacks. on the way there, we saw this "star maps here" thing and had a discussion about them. then, on the way back, we saw signs for another one ahead, so i asked mike how much those maps are. like, is it a profitable business.... so we decided to stop by one. the lady gives us this whole, "hi, welcome to beverly hills! how are you doing?, blah, blah, blah." she opens up a map and shows it to us, and it's a whole map of beverly hills and bel air with routing directions from where we are, and numbers complete with names of the stars whose homes they were. so mike says, "thanks, but we're checking around for prices right now, but we'll probably be back." then the lady got mad and said, "theirs are $9, but we have...." she kind of trailed off, so we left. we then had this idea that we should buy one, copy it, and open up shop right down the block from them. make signs like, "get the exact same map as their but for $5!" i don't know, i guess you had to be there. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:40 PM Tuesday, November 05, 2002 get you! newest development in the irritating roommate situation. it's all too perfect that in the final month of my living with this bitch, that she just can't stop irritating me. i was awoken this morning by a knock on my bedroom door. it was my landlady showing people our apartment. first off, i told the landlady on saturday to not show the apartment till the ending of this week. seeing as it's tuesday, i fail to see why she'd be showing the place. i came home this evening and the roommate's here and she asks if i saw lily (landlady) today. i said, "yeah, she woke me up." come to find out, that the landlady told the roommate about this yesterday. she (roommate) thought it wouldn't matter to tell me, since her room is the same as mine, and if they saw her room then they'd have no reason to see mine. i told her that's not the point. i said, i'm going to tell lily to only show the place between 12 & 8. roommate asks, "why don't you tell her that?" "because, the last time i talked to her i told her to show the place starting at the end of the week; i had no idea she was showing it today!!!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:51 PM i didn't vote. i didn't even register. my vote doesn't count. i just like to complain. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:09 PM the phones have been very irritating today. fists are about to meet receivers. i don't know why people feel they need to rent from us. just because we quote them a rate, they act as if they don't have any other options. they sit on the phone for 10 minutes and try to negotiate rates with you, no matter how many times you tell them you can't. and they get all disapointed, and after minutes of being irritated by them i say, "you know, you don't have to use us. you can call other companies!" but they still insist on talking to you and try to work something. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:37 PM i don't know if i mentioned this before, but i'm glad that i didn't spend $100 on a new phone. angela is selling me her old one for $20. dice! it's a non-flip phone, so that works just fine, and now maybe i'll get reception. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:35 PM Monday, November 04, 2002 get you! dice on the name, jeff. i think naming things are important and very difficult. what's also difficult is what i witnessed today. my cinema teacher has been doing this thing recently where after we watch a film, she'll have us write a paragraph about anything from "what do you think the director's message in this film was?" to "how can you relate or not relate to the main character?" the highest amount of points available is 3. so she's handing back our paragraphs from last week and the dude in front of me (you may remember me saying of a month or so back of some guys in the class that took some overnight comedy course and all that jazz. well, this was one of them, and this dude is taller than me and bigger and looks like a huge ewok. he's one of those dorks that watch all these films and has such a stupid pseudo-intellectual comments towards it. like those yuppie people who talk of art and all that jazz.) got his back, and he got a 1 on it. i know, because he was showing all the guys around him that he usually runs his material with. he looked very sad and his facial expression showed that he couldn't understand how he could get a 1 on that. then he turned to face forward and put his hands to his face and kind of lowered his head. i thought to myself, "oh my god, what are you going to do, cry?" so the teacher starts the discussion on last week's film and asked him a question. he gave a short, one word answer and she asked him to elaborate on it. then, swear to god, he started bawling (sp) like crazy, and said, "ah, no i can't," or something like that and was just crying like a "little bitch with a skinned knee!" most of the class was wondering, "what the hell?", but i knew what it was about and i couldn't believe it. this is a cinema 1 class, not too mention, the paragraphs we're writing are just extra credit. it doesn't affect our grades at all. and even if it did, i think this dude's a film major, and if that's how he handles failure, he's not going to survive the film industry, let alone anything he does. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:06 PM it seems that the blog still isn't posting... even to the new site. i can never read new entries. Anonymous partied hard at 12:26 AM Sunday, November 03, 2002 get you! dice on last night, jeff. last night i had to work, and my roommate said she was out of town till monday. i was happy, but skeptical, because whenever she says things like that and i get happy that i'll get some time to myself (since she's always fucking home), she ends up staying home. but i came home last night and she's gone. so i'm happy that i finally get a sunday to myself. relax, clean up a little. so everything's going great and i started on the kitchen, and then she comes home. fuck!!! i hate when i'm cleaning up and the others feel it necessary to start helping, which is why i like to clean when no one else is home. so she comes home and, being as irritating as she is, she decides to help me. so now i don't feel like cleaning anymore. she starts cleaning the bathroom and i hear her spraying something. i'm wondering what she's spraying with, and she's fucking cleaning the tub and stuff with windex. jesus christ. then she calls me to look at the cleaning she's done. then she starts dusting my radio above the toilet and knocks my floss into the toilet. she says sorry and pulls it out and opens it to show me that no toilet water got in and says it's all right. and i tell you, "i'm not going to use that now!" then she asks me if i have a rag or something for the floor, otherwise she has to use the paper towels, and i just look at her like she's the biggest idiot in the world (so basically, as i normally look at her) and say, "no, but we do have a mop!" what's more is that she grabbed the windex from the table in the kitchen (which is a glass table and is smudgy (sp) since she doesn't know that cleaning products are kept under the sink and there's windex there and that's how you clean a glass table, not with water and a sponge) next to a spray bottle of fantastik, which if she used that to clean the bathroom, it would've made a lot more sense than the fucking windex. i tell her, the mop's in the kitchen and all the other cleaning products and stuff are in the kitchen, under the sink and in the closet. so i guess the point i'm trying to make is that within a span of 10 minutes, she ruined my day. and i guess i'm also saying, that she can never be around and not be annoying. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:43 PM Saturday, November 02, 2002 get you! lol, on the the autograph, kai. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:02 PM just now, my roommate called the landlady to tell her about her fucking rent. the landlady wanted to talk to me, so she comes and brings the phone to me. right now, i'm resting because i have a job to do tonight. the phone disconnects. i tell her, "i don't want to talk to her right now." she says she asked to speak with me, and she (roommate) doesn't know what it's about. i tell her, "because my name's on the lease, not yours. if you don't pay your rent, it's my responsibility (same thing i told her a few months back when the same thing happened)." her phone rings again, and i tell her, "i don't want to talk to her. tell her i'm busy." she answers the phone and then gives the phone to me. disconnects. and she says, "just talk to her quickly." angrily, i say, "she talks too much, that's why i don't want to talk to her!!!" everytime i need to talk to the landlady about something, but not quite yet, because i'm either not in the mood to ask, or i don't have a fucking hour to spend talking to her, she always calls her and the fucking landlady ends up calling me. jesus fucking christ. her stupidity has fucking tripled in the past few days... she just came in to tell me the exact same thing the landlady just told me. she's soo fucking irritating. she can never just fucking do one irritating thing, too. it's just keeps on coming. one stupid thing just unfolds another and another. i really cannot believe someone could be this fucking stupid. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:01 PM did someone say autograph?  Anonymous partied hard at 4:14 PM i was looking forward to working this weekend. not really, but more so than usual, because we've had the cars booked up. that's important because if they aren't, my boss tells me to call all these people that had requested for the evening and see if they need it still, or other companies to see if they need help. i hate calling up these people. so i booked the cars and was happy, then boss (not bruce springsteen) tells me to call up the reqeusts for monday. ridiculous. i can't wait to be out of this place. this next check is going to be small, but the following one will be the good one. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:49 PM Friday, November 01, 2002 get you! remember that post i put about that stupid dj and his hate towards paul thomas anderson films? the other day he started knocking him again and said something that really got me hot, but i was half asleep so i forgot. i do, however, remember him saying how great a movie the santa clause 2 was. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:13 PM i need to get an ironing board. i wanted to just get one from a thrift shop, but no dice. before i buy it tomorrow, though, i will stop by thrift shops to see if any last minute donations have occurred. they've had an impressive winter catalog come in. things i also need: blank tapes, starch, beer. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:07 PM the phones at work have been really irritating today. the roommate was asking me if we could use our deposit for our last month's rent. i told her no, and she said the past two places she's been at let her. i told her that's up to the landlord, and most places that do that are the ones that you've already paid the last month in the deposit. she said that our landlady is so crazy (because she's strict with all this), and i told her the landlady is doing everything right. now i have to paint that stupid room again. the landlady's all anal about that. like, "oh, brett, make sure to get the right color. the doors are oil-based...." if my stupid roommate hadn't shown her the room in the first place, it would be no problem; the landlady would have no clue. now, though, i'm worried that she'll pick some stupid thing and all that crap. i'm going to be soooo relieved once i don't live there anymore. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:59 PM i wonder how much this would cost if it were autographed? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:55 PM |
