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Sunday, March 31, 2002 get you! picturebox: fasttimes at ridgemont high iso the cycloptic, orange snork dude is hanging with the robot, homer and the sea-captain are chilling, and the 10,000 volt monster is staring at the record player. the orange grimace, is the new name for the 10,000 volt monster. in other news, i'm still looking for either a roommate or a place to move into. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:18 AM "...and the drums are going a rat-tat-tat-tat and the fifes they loudly play. fairly thee well, polly my dear i must be going away." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:59 AM santa's cool. he's gone through how many decades of trends and whatnot, but he's still using the same gear. i mean, look at sports players, the uniforms have changed drastically and has done really great at staying with fashion. but not santa. even in the 70's and the dylan mckay phases, he still didn't shape his sideburns. no chuck taylor's for him. what they heck are you talking about, brett? what? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:57 AM Saturday, March 30, 2002 get you! remember that guy i blogged about yesterday? he called today to reinstate his reservation. he said he saw his buddy's limo and it was the old one, and apparently, he talked to some other companies who knew us, so he feels a bit more secure, without admitting that was the reason for his breaking off the reservation is the first place. brett = 1, moron = 0. hehehehe!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:25 PM Friday, March 29, 2002 get you! speaking of rats, yesterday, this guy comes into our office to pay a deposit and confirm a reservation. he called me from outside saying, "i'm here at the address. are you in 'cross creek village' (name of the condo complex we work from)?" i tell him yes, and he's making mention of how he was expecting to see a business and all that jazz; making a big deal out of us working out of a condo and not a business. so i tell him, over the phone, "sir, we don't live in this place, we just work out of it!" i give him instructions on where to park and how to get in, while he's still going on about us working out of here. so he gets in and i'm dressed business casual, the place here is set up just like an office. no one lives here, and he's still saying how he's still astounded by the fact that we run out of here. i tell him, "it's just like working in an office or anything, it's just this is where we work out of. no one lives here, it's strictly an office. it's no different than paying rent in a building down the street, except that here is more secure and safe." "how long have you been in business?" "the company's been here for 14 years, but i've been working here for two." he still goes on about it, so i ignore him and start asking his son (who the limo is for) for pick up info and addresses and the essentials. i go over everything to make sure i have it right, and then put it through to print the confirmation. i do, and i have him look it through to make sure everything is all right; i have him sign a few legal forms; sign the confirmation; make him a copy of the singed documents for his records. he sees some pictures on the wall and asks if those are our limos. i tell him those are old pictures, but i give him a postcard/business card with pictures of our current fleet. i explain the rest of our policies to him and that we'll reconfirm the reservation with during the week before the scheduled service. then i ask him if has any questions. he says yes, and no surprise to what it is. he still goes on asking about our business, trying to pry out that we're a shady business or something. i know, because he said that. he wants to make sure we'll be there at the scheduled date and time and all that jazz. i explain everything to him. he asks if he could see the limos himself. so i said, "they're not here, they're all on the road. you're best bet would be if you're in the neighborhood, just call us to see if ones here, then you could check it out." "i can't just set an appointment?" "you could, but between the time you make it and you come, we might book the car, and it won't be here." he tells me his son goes to the high school right around the corner, so i tell him, he can call whenever and if the cars here, he can check it then. he asks about the other phone numbers we have (i.e., valley, beverly hills - which is just for people to know that we serve their areas, and they have a local number to call) and the beverly hills address we have (which is just a mailing address to a p.o. box). i don't mention any of these to him, but i say, "those are our other offices, we run everything out of all of them." "so which one does the cars run out of?" "all of them. whatever one they're close to, at the time, they'll go there and pick up any necessary info, drop off thing, whatever. we have this office here, because 95% of our jobs are airport runs (the airport's right down the road)." he pays the deposit and leaves. so where are you going with this, brett? well, he called up later in the evening stating that he just realized that his buddy has a limo and offered him a better deal. whatever! i wanted to tell him that he can cancel, but we're keeping the deposit - which we could, because the confirmation says that this reservation cannot be cancelled - but sean says not to. so i give him the cancellation number. after that whole meeting with him, being as professional as anyone could be, and all the forms and confirmations, confirmation numbers, reviews of policies, if he still wasn't sure, why the hell did he pay the deposit? this guy's a moron. i mean, if we went through the whole situation again, but in a different establishment, he would've been cool. it's not as if we're here, sitting on a couch watching a football game or something. that's gross, jeff. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:45 AM Thursday, March 28, 2002 get you! it's been a hell of a past week, but it's all good now, i hope. yes, sheri, that movie does have over excessiveness of breasts. very unnecessary. speaking of unnecessary, why do people rent things on a weekley basis? i'm pretty sure i know why, but i'd rather be more secure with tenants and not have to look for one everyweek. well, got to get to work, someone's on their way up. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:03 PM Wednesday, March 27, 2002 get you! so here's the deal. i've got to find a new place by the end of april. i've found a studio apartment in venice for $350 a month. i'm going to check that shite our tomorrow. fingers' crossed everyone. that's $100 less than i'm paying for now, month to month, and biking distance to school. i hope i get this. maybe i should slip this dude some spanish fly? (rim shot). Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:14 AM Tuesday, March 26, 2002 get you! oi, bubsy! oi, davey! "oi, paddy, sing us an irish song!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:25 PM complaining via the blogger is what i do too. no one here to listen to me (at work, that is). these past few days has been really depressing. don't know why. i've been worrying way too much about nothing. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:28 PM i've completely lost track of time and days. october? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:18 AM Monday, March 25, 2002 get you! why does tara reid always look like she needs a knock to her head and can't act? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:42 PM last night's award show had a lot to do with blacks, and overcoming oppression. this is so sad. i understand what they've gone through and all, but how long are they going to use that as a sympathectic obstacle for them to break through. it's ironic, also, because tonight's episode of boston public is focusing on the word nigger. there was a fight started because one white kid called his black friend, nigga! as is bro! y'know. the one who was called that word, had no problem, because they're friends, and he knows there's no hatred and whatnot behind it. this other black kid got upset because he feels that white people, no matter what, have no right to use it. so the teacher assigns this book for the class to read, to better able them to understand the context of the word. trying to make a neutral ground for them to understand the controversy behind the word. it's good, though, because the class read the book, and it gave them the understanding of the word and help put it in context for them. it's all the same with them, though. blacks are allowed to make fun of whites, and it doesn't seem to affect people as bad a when the roles are reversed. it's understandable why, but at the same time, it's very hypocritical. i know i'm not breaking new ground here, but i'm just venting. i use racial jokes and whatnot, but i do with my own race, also, and i have no problem with people making fun of my race, religion, or anything, as long as it's not used as a means of anger, or vulgarity. i mean, you do need to know who you're talking to, and whether or not it's a good idea to say anything. i'm just saying, this is such an old topic, people need to get past it and be a little more open minded to things and not be so angry all the time. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:40 PM what's with the blogger? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:31 PM Sunday, March 24, 2002 get you! i'm in a tight spot! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:29 PM Saturday, March 23, 2002 get you! "this song is for all you romantics out there..." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:36 AM Friday, March 22, 2002 get you! you know what's fun? sitting at your desk, trying to work out a thesis and coming up with blogs instead. chuck taylor's are getting expensive. this place down the road, two years ago, sold them for $21. now it's $27. these shoes i don't think should be more than $10. still no thesis. wonder what ponyboy would say? on the simpsons tonight, homer said something so funny that i forgot what it was. i was laughing for a while. i was still laughing when i was trying to think what it was that i was laughing about... "good evening, fraulein!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:28 PM i made mention earlier of an undertones' song, get over you, being covered by screeching weasel. my bad!! it's actually the queers. wasn't too far off, though! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:21 PM five o'clock = idiot hour. everyone just seemed to have lost all sense of common sense and reality. i can't believe it. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:30 PM i need to have a talk with me ol' isp. my page doesn't load at all, most of the time. what's the deal, yo? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:55 PM i'm going to be italicizing dreams from now on, just to clarify for people reading that it's not actual events. any similarities to actual events and/or persons, is totally coincidence. lol!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:37 PM jukebox = pogues - whiskey in the jar i had a very weird dream last night. i was in hawaii for a get up kids show. it was at world cafe. so we're all there, and there's this huge line which goes all the way to the parking garage. so i'm thinking that this is going to be a packed show. then the line starts slowly disappearing and we walk to the side of the club. i'm there with mike caloud, and the gate is open so we just walk right in. no ticket necessary. to the left is the stage and straight ahead is this casino looking lounge type deal, so we go to check that shite out! for some reason, sheri is there in her car. i should mention we're in the club; what she's doing there in her car, i don't know. it was like a drive in set up. so i'm sitting next to their car and she keeps saying to me, "i hope your cell phone battery doesn't die, brett!" kind of in a sneaky sort of way. i keep walking around and go up to see the first band. i don't recall their name, but the guitarist is this girl that, above the waist, she's a normal person, but below it, she was huge. like ridiculously obese. i'm just sitting there wondering how it's possible for her to be moving around like that. she's about the size of the stage, but yet the whole band is up there with enough space to play. so i go back to sheri's car and she says, "i hope your cell phone battery doesn't die, brett!" i look at her like what are you talking about, and then immediately notice my pocket items on the ground under her car, and then see that she has my cell phone with her. my pocket items considered of: pez dispencers, sun glasses, wallet, and cell phone. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:36 PM Thursday, March 21, 2002 get you! why the heck is x-pac back? in the n.W.o. no less. waiting for mike to come pick up the tape of tonight's smackdown and tough enough. tonight's episode of tough enough, they went to this bar with a mechanical bull thing. the deal was that if these two fools could stay on it, then they would get some days off. if not, they would have to train in jock straps only (guys) and bikinis (girls). they were all having a blast and the one guy falls, and they all get disappointed at him. that sucks. i mean, what the heck? i hate people like that. it's all fun and games, but just because they lose, they all turn on you. so anyway, they had to train in the jocks and bikinis, and they're all embarassed and stuff; running in the streets while people stared at them. i never understand why people get embarassed at things like that. i mean, none of these people are ever going to remember you, or see you again. if they do, then who cares? once they know you, it's nothing that bad. i don't know. i just don't see why everyone is so self conscious about themselves. marcus aurelius said, "i have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinion of himself than on the opinion of others." i think that's very dice! i'm outs. peace!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:01 PM my lips are very chapped. i keep losing my chap stick. i'm all good now. smackdown's on! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:15 PM once, while i was in a different world, i started a book of my random thoughts and art. i'm thinking of starting to post the thoughts. jeff may remember this as the book we used to transfer back and forth to each other. a.k.a., the portable, snail mail blog. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:17 AM Wednesday, March 20, 2002 get you! snow? the next few days are supposed to be in the 70's. you know, bell bottoms, coke, collars... (rim shot!) which is good since our place has no working heater. maybe if i got enough candles to burn. i've not watched an episode of 24 yet, but i do have all of them on tape so far. so that marathon thing you be talking 'bout, i shall do that, i guess, in about 8 weeks. i wonder if i should do it non-stop. oops. got a final starting. be back in an hour. this class sucks, and i'm glad to be over with it. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:01 AM Tuesday, March 19, 2002 get you! you know, i don't know what it is, but i don't feel like working anymore today. i've got to remember to buy some bread after work today, as i need to make my peanut butter & jelly sandwich for lunch tomorrow. i want to bring something else for lunch, but can't think of something that i'd like to bring. maybe a banana, but that might crush in my bag. last semester, i used to have my coffee container i always drank during history class and carry it in my bag for the rest of the day. on day, it wasn't all the way empty (just a tad bit left), but i put it in my bag anyway. so i got to my computer class, pulled out my book, and let's just say that my book now has a browning stain on the spinal part of the book (along with the other things (notebook) that was in the bag with it). in elementary school, we used to go to the library at school, and the librarian used to read books to us. on popular one was ms. nelson is missing. i don't know if everyone liked it, but i did. in fact my auntie had a friend (who we later found out to be our uncle), who had these ladies that was always with him. i don't know, i think they worked together? anyway, they looked like ms. nelson, and if memory serves me correctly, i think i may have told them that. i probably didn't get in trouble, since i don't remember if i told them or not. maybe it was just a joke between me and my brothers. but the point i think i'm trying to make is that, we used to go to the library to have her read to us, amongst other things. i remember that when we first got there, the very first time we went into the library, she taught us the different parts of the book (i.e., the spine). i really don't know why it was necessary to know that that was the spine of the book. i've never had to use that terminology until i blogged this to mention that coffee stain on my cs book. i guess that's the purpose in my life, that the librarian has contributed to. had she not told me about that, i may have not known how to describe the coffee stain. what? so anyway, i was going to read desolation angels next, but jeff said that i should not read another kerouac book for a while. so i'm thinking what i should read. while i'm doing that, i'm re-reading a drink with shane macgowan, just because it was such a good book. i'm still waiting for my playstation 2, if there's anyone out there, who feels it necessary to donate one to a random soul. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:11 PM the fans are brutal! how in the world does hulk hogan get a bigger response than the rock? i can't believe that the fans, in an instant, could turn on the rock like that. all of toronto chanting, "rocky sucks!" even on raw last night, i think the fans were worse, although, once the rock - after having trouble the first three attempts at, "finally..." - got the response he needed, for a brief stint, then how hard he had to work to get the crowd back on his side, which, he did a good job. except that he teamed with hogan. so, yeah! wrestlemania, yesterday, was too funny! very good show, and that everlasting hardcore match was too much! lol! "dropkick!" "is dave there?" "he's sleeping!" "what?" "knocked out!" "what?" "out cold!" "what?" "too many beers!" taker vs. flair was a good 20 hour match... earlier that day, mike, joey, and dave's bro. were filming a wrestling match, in this wrestling jumping castle thing (gumping gym). i woke up on the couch, inside, wondering where i was. then i headed outside to watch. it was quite the show. mike and joey were doing some pretty creative stuff in there. mike's pants tore. so i did this thing where i jumped off a ladder over the top and flipped in the ring and gave mike a bulldog. they were waiting for the guys to come pick up the gumping gym thing, but they were two hours late and no one answered at the shop. we were saying like, just crumble it up and throw in on the driveway. or have the neighborhood kids play in it till the guys come. well, i headed to work for a few, then headed back out there to dave's for wrestlemania. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:17 AM i just got a call that took 15 minutes talking to this stupid lady about picking her up from the union station. we have our policy there for pick ups that once you're heading outside, they call us, and we get a description of what they're wearing and find the location of the driver to swing around and meet them. she keeps insisting that she doesn't want to call, and why can't the driver just be waiting outside. i tell her that, due to instances in the past, no matter how well we set up the pick up, it never works out.. there's different entraces and all this jazz, and it gets into this huge mess, and we get screwed in the end. she goes on for about three minutes about this one entrance, which i have an idea which one she's jiving about, but it ends up being the wrong one, so i pointed that out to her that it's things like that, which is why we have our policy how it is. she goes on for another few minutes about, "oh, i've not been to grand central station for how many years. let alone the union station..." she then asks who her driver's going to be (her reservation is three weeks away), "ma'am, we won't know till the night before, but even if you did request one, we can't guarantee that either. i don't see what the big deal is, i mean, once you walk out, if you don't see the driver, just call us and we'll meet you up." "but you see, i don't want to have to call. why doesn't he meet us inside?" "well, it's like i said. we've done different types of pick up's here, but since we, or the clients, hardly ever come here, it never works out." well, needless to say, this call went on for about 15 minutes, repeating the same thing over and over... what the hell is today? the national day of stupid worthless calls? i’ve gotten four calls, all of which were really unnecessary and pointless. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:03 AM Monday, March 18, 2002 get you! i was just thinking, if you call someplace, let's say... a company, and you say, "hi, i'm joe blow! i'd like to talk to someone who's in charge of your marketing," wouldn't you think to stop there, and wait for the response, so you know that you're talking to the right person, before you go a a ten minute introduction explaining your reason for calling and all that jazz? i mean, if you're going to pitch something to the guy in marketing, why are you going to run it by me first? what if i were the janitor or something? i don't know, i've just been getting a lot of ridiculous calls recently. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:31 PM just dropping a line, i'll be back in a few. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:58 PM Sunday, March 17, 2002 get you! dice on yo' night, jeff! last night was a bomb here, too. so good, in fact, that i don't remember the last half of it. but i'll be back in a bit to talk about it. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:25 PM Saturday, March 16, 2002 get you! hey, jeff! it was cold here too last night. had a scarf and everything, but the wind was just too much. i was walking around shivering me timbers. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:05 PM ever wanted to know how to write an f paper? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:13 PM last night was pretty rockin', if i do say so myself. started off coming home to get spiffed up. traffic was really bad coming this way, but on the way to hollywood, it was a breeze. anyway, i got to the theatre and bought a ticket. since i had to pay for night parking, which was $8, i couldn't leave and come back, so i walked the area, which is very boring and unimpressive, so i looked for a bar to hang back at. it was called bourdner's, or something, anyway, i just kicked it there for a while, talking to this one dude about the laker's game going on. he was kind of funny! something about this place, the bouncer had a social distortion jacket on, and one of the patrons had a shirt. what was this, their road crew? lol!! so i just kicked it, and ordered several rounds of guiness'. the characters in this place were quite amusing. the barteder was this pretty cool lady, rockabilly style. she made this drink, which she was raving about, for this guy, and told him to gulp it fast and swish it around in his mouth, which he did. it was a joke, she gave him bailey's (which i've never had, but people drink it with coffee) and this lime juice, and it's supposed to curdle in your mouth, and is just the most awful thing ever. she couldn't stop laughing, and when i realized what had happened, i couldn't stop laughing. well, it was getting around to show time, so i head to the theatres, and at first arriving - you know those old punkers that you wonder what ever happened to them?- all these old punker dudes were there. they were all cool people, i guess! it's just that, at that time, i was the youngest person there. during the evening, though, more kids came. the first film, teenage kicks - the undertones, was a really great one. i'd probably would've appreciated it more, had i known the undertones. screeching weasel did i cover of one of their songs, which i recognized. there was also a peformance with ash, and one of the members of the undertones, performing teenage kicks on some talk show. nonetheless, it was a good documentary, which will be out on dvd later this year, except there's a bit with the ramones, which the director is having trouble getting the rights to. second film, if i should fall from the grace of god - the shane macgowan story, was really great. although, at the beginning, it kind of bugged me, because it wasn't really a documentary, but rather, just their videos and some talks with him. as it progressed, it went more in depth about his life, and his lifestyle now. which he's basically drunk with a drink in his hand at all times, or a bottle of gin. lol!! the director said that it was hard, at first, filming it, because shane just stays at home, sitting on the couch for about 15 hours, while she and the camera guy would just be sitting around, then, he'd finally want to do something, but by that time, she and the camera guy would be out of it, and shane would be like, "what the fuck is up with you guys?" they had talks with his family, friends, nick cave, one of the pogues (james) was in the audience, who sat in for the q & a, which was lame, because it was supposed to be with the director, he was just there, to watch the film himself, for the first time, but everyone kept asking him questions. she said, though, that originally, shane was to do a live performance, or interview or something on the station she worked at, but he stood them up, so the station just showed a 1/2 hour of black screen. lol!! so when she met shane, and he found out where she worked for, he said, "aw, i really fucked them up, huh?" and he promised a favor back to them, which became this documentary. he's really out of it now. i mean, it's like talking to someone slurringly drunk, all the time. and he does this laugh that sounds like ernie (sesame street)/muttley (hanna-barbera), which is quite irritating. but i guess of his alcoholism, he's perma-drunk, i guess! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:59 PM Friday, March 15, 2002 get you! i'm pretty tired right now, and i want to leave, but i need to make the hours. boy does this suck! i had a weird dream the other night. my relatives (who i've never seen before), stopped by my place. i welcomed them and the likes, talking was done and eventually, i went into my car to go to work, and they came in as well. i was a bit puzzled and just said, "uh, what hotel am i taking you to?" "none, we're staying here!" "what?" (thinking that there's no way they will all fit in our place) "chad said we could" "then where will we sleep?" "i think he said, at angela's place." then i just go ballistic, i start swearing up a storm, i call chad's cell, but i dialed wrong, so i hang up the phone and pick it up again. it still hasn't clicked over, so i hang it up again. that goes on for a couple times, so i start bashing the receiver against the main part. then i get my cell, but no dice! i call his work, and there's some party with the secretaries or something. needless to say, i didn't get through. so i call angela and start yelling at her about how messed up this situation is. all through all this mess, everyone's totally chilled, and i'm just going out of my mind. funny thing, too, while i'm in the car, and my relatives tell me the plans, i turn around in our little driveway thing, and there's a ton of cars everywhere, and i say something like, "when the hell did this place become rush hour traffic!" so i'm driving on the grass out front of our place, and there's this old television our front (apparently, this is the garage of the landlord, which in reality, isn't there), and there's a sign on it saying something about "come watch movies in an old style theatre," or something amongst those lines. i pass by this thing several times, and i'm wondering what that means, or why the hell that's there. then my dad, who suddenly appears in the dream, says, "who's going to come watch a movie here?" then i look, and there's several chairs in front of the tv, and suddenly, i realize that the theatre is that old tv, and the seats there are the theatre. what a moron! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:40 PM three calls, thus far, from the boss (not bruce springsteen). i'll just deal with it. i'm thinking what to do after work, being that the films don't start till 9:30, but i do need to stop by to pick up ticket. i also need to eat, and if i get there too early, what am i to do? what? for some reason, i thought st. patty's was in february. silly me! this is buggin me, the whole time i'm not blogging, i'm thinking of a ton of stuff to blog, once here, no dice (this isn't over)! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:25 PM lol!! "kent o'brockman, here." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:45 AM Thursday, March 14, 2002 get you! i should be sleepiong by now, but i'd rather be doing this thing that i'm doing. i just watched the last half of smackdown, as i was studying some. but it's taped so i'll watch the rest later. i'm setting the vcr for tomorrow, for a showing of a saturday night live performance by the the pogues. which is pretty ironic, being that i've just finished reading his book, and am more intrigued than ever by them. not too mention, that tomorrow night, at the egyptian theatre, they are showing a documentary on him, which i'm very interested in watching. hope i get off in time. what the heck am i watching now? i don't know, but i'll be back later. i've not much to say!!! peace!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:56 PM today is one of those days. langoliers style!! boss just left, which is very dice. i don't like doing ridiculous jobs. ack!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:55 PM Wednesday, March 13, 2002 get you! so, anyone in the los angeles area looking for a roommate, from june and one, please call (310) 371-5718. i don't know if there's anyone out there who actually read this, but if you do, you know what number to call: you're a bum you're a punk Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:28 PM as of now, i have no icq at work, so unless i'm on the old computer, which is in the other room that i don't frequent, i'll only have netmeeting. d'oh!!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:17 AM Tuesday, March 12, 2002 get you! i knew i posted something earlier, and for some reason, while i type this, i'm looking at it below, and the font looks different. we'll see as soon as i hit this publish button. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:52 PM boss is here, we've changed computers, so i don't have icq on this one, and the network won't let me open it on here. this sucks. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:45 PM Monday, March 11, 2002 get you! today is happening, so far!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:58 PM what the heck? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:39 PM si se puede! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:07 AM Sunday, March 10, 2002 get you! i woke up hella late this mo'neen!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:10 PM Saturday, March 09, 2002 get you! i, for some reason, thought that WrestleMania was this weekend. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:54 PM today is the day where i take my car to get worked on. wish it luck. i hope nothing too drastic is wrong with it (fingers' crossed). other news, i'm tired. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:32 PM Friday, March 08, 2002 get you! "We had a colored guy with us now, called himself Gomez. He floated around Five points and didn't give a damn. When we saw him, Tommy Snark called out. 'Hey, is your name Johnny?' "Gomez just baccked up and passed us once more and said, 'Now will you repeat what you said?' "'I said are you the guy they call Johnny?' "Gomez floated back and tried again, 'Does this look a little more like him? Because I'm trying my best to be Johnny but I just can't find the way.'" On the Road by Jack Kerouac. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:05 PM for some reason i thought of this earlier today. there's a commercial for some car company, which i can't think of the name. that might be a good thing, as they will not be receiving a plug from me, but then again, i could use this against them to stir a new boycott. anyway, this commercial shows a car pulled over (in the carpool lane), and the cop says that the reason he pulled him over was because it's just him in the car. i should mention that in the passenger seat is a ventriloquist doll. so the cops writing something and the voice of a ventriloquist doll says something and the cop looks in... so the cop says, "i'm giving you a warning," to which the doll replies, "i've got your warning right here!" the cop then says, "and i've got your ticket right here!" then the stupid voice over says, the (insert car and company name here), some people will do anything to keep moving. so what's the deal? well, i guess this would be a funny commercial to some, but being that the voice over said that, it makes no sense. if you would be trying anything to keep moving, you would shut the fuck up, so you could go. i mean, the cop said he was giving him a warning, turned to walk away, and since that dumb ass made that comment, the cop had to turn around and add more time for them to be pulled on the side. i don't know, i just think it's poor thinking on the part of whoever thought of this commercial, and whoever thought it would be a good idea to do it. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:15 PM Thursday, March 07, 2002 get you! i've started reading this, and i'm now reading at a third grade level...what? naw, it's pretty good, so far and very easy to read. since it's basically a conversation, it's going fast, i'm probably gonna finish it by this weekend. wait, no!!! got regular school related reading first, d'oh!! i have this strong feeling that the boss (not bruce springsteen) isn't coming to work today. as long as i'm off by seven, to get home and shower and get ready for smackdown. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:06 PM Wednesday, March 06, 2002 get you! i just finished my second run through on the road and can't stress enough, what a great book this is (despite all the promiscuity that takes place throughout the book). i've got a fresh pot o' coffee brewing and am about to get on with the homework. titus is on tonight so dice on that. where's everyone been today? during aforementioned fire drill, everybody in the class were grabbing their bags and stuff. i left mine there knowing (or assuming) that it was a drill, but when i got outside, all i could think about was, if it really is a fire, i've just lost my car keys and stereo face. i'm stuck here! but obviously, there was no fire, but if there was, i'm sure we would've all burned to a crisp. why? first of all, no one even knew it to be a fire drill. i thought it was some other alarm like, "emergency exit! do not open or alarm will sound." then, after about a minute, i asked the girl next to me, "what's that sound?" "i think it's the fire alarm!" that's one minute so far, at least. then everyone started packing their things in their bags and stuff, while i just start walking out. i should keep just a minimum amount of things out, in case this happens again, i'll just pack my stuff and run. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:54 PM if you're fat and walking down stairs, it's not a good idea to walk in the middle. move to the right or something. i just got done with english and can't believe how much people can't follow instructions. i mean, last week, the instructor spent about 30 minutes with the class, on the projected screen, "exactly how the introduction should be done." 80% of the class did their own thing. then we had a fire drill (which i think i won, mr. burn). this fire alarm would be heard if you were at a show, five miles down the road. i think i got more ringing in the ears than from seeing black dice. so we're outside for about five minutes, and then we're all allowed back in. there's this huge double door, which leads to a two-sided, huge staircase, and everyone's trying to fit into this one door on the right and walking up the right side of the stairs. so i open the other side and easily walk up the left side of the stair case. naturally, the left side is where the people walking down would walk, but being that this was a fire drill, and there's no one in the freaking building, we're not really inconveniencing anyone, are we? just had to rant that. be back in a few, word! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:08 AM word it is. this school has got to do something with these computers. they take way too long. i've been here for five minutes and am finally logged in and got internet explorer up and signed into the blogger. now i don't want to blog. hahahahahaha!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:28 AM Tuesday, March 05, 2002 get you! food day! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:14 PM Monday, March 04, 2002 get you! i'll put up more pics once i scan them. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:09 PM wow, the pixels on this computer. someone really blind must've sat here. my html teacher saw my assingment webpage and said that i need to add more, because she wants the students (whatever level they come in at) to advance from what they've known. hence, i have to show her a new site map to illustrate three more pages and turn it in on wednesday. good thing i had that ridiculous idea of adding lyrics. heheheheh! other news, jeff, i also hate employees who don't do what they need to, bothering me about things they shouldn't be doing, and come in late all the time. what makes today all worth whatever strife i may have had to go through, was on the way to this computer lab, some dude bought a soda and opened it immediately as he walked away. needless to say, there was a fizz volcano errupting (almost all over him) all down his arms. i almost laughed at him, in front of him. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:43 PM for those who didn't get the previous jukebox entry, that's not a band. i'm in school Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:32 AM word on that, jeff. i'm trying now to only support "locally owned" businesses and dwarf tossing. jukebox: teacher's aid - calling out names i've found out that i don't like my 15" monitor at home. i need to do some stuff on there, which would require my thinking, but i'm really lazy for that, so i'm going to have to find the time to sit through it. d'oh! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:07 AM Sunday, March 03, 2002 get you! something was wrong, so i changed some stuff. duke you! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:52 AM Saturday, March 02, 2002 get you! all right, i did change some stuff. it's probably going to change more. this is it for now, though. i'll be here all week. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:46 PM before anyone says anything, the colors will change. i know it looks very "friendly," but i'm just too lazy at the moment to change the style sheets, so this is it for now. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:47 PM hopefully, if all goes right, we will be having a new blog design come tomorrow. i tried something earlier, but it turned out to make the links go to the bottom of the page. sucka! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:39 PM Friday, March 01, 2002 get you! "...everything's a joke to the rock; everything's a song and dance..." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:18 PM hey, kai! you know what's funny? towards the ending of your guy's version of canon, nic does the piano thing that sounds like that journey song, right before, "i'm sailing a-way..." why is that funny, brett? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:40 PM i'm really tired right about now. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:38 PM |