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Monday, September 30, 2002 get you! your license reminds me of something, but i can't think of it at the moment. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:49 PM Sunday, September 29, 2002 get you! ...you know what's stupid? a new battery for my phone costs more than me buying the same phone again. i don't like my phone, though. it's a "flip" phone. it's such an inconvenience. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:33 PM angela said that my phone is probably pushing its limit on its life. my phone sucks. i can't talk while turning my head, since the battery's shit. i have $100 extra right now, but should i save it, or should i buy a new phone? if i save it, it'll probably go towards alcohol. hmmm... Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:32 PM is it mid-terms already? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:01 PM Saturday, September 28, 2002 get you! we've got the drink on. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:55 PM Friday, September 27, 2002 get you! dice! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:09 PM mike was telling me that our beloved george bush was at somewhere, and he said, "[whatever place he was at] has a saying: fool me once, shame on you. fool me.. uh... won't get fooled again!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:53 PM i don't know what to do tonight. tomorrow is the bro's engagement party, so i'm off, but i do need to get some stuff done. anyway, i head to duey's, and then we drink, then go to the party. the action & action vid does seem like the handbook of indie-rock, now that you mention it. do you think there are some kids out there who started putting bikes on their beds? tonight i might watch the newly downloaded stealing harvard. i've still got smackdown! to watch. this 8 am class on fridays is tough on my thursday night sleeping schedule. i can't fall asleep before 12 (acutally i probably could, but i don't), and then if i sleep at 1, then i have to get up in 5 hours, so that's no dice. dear diary,... today after class i went to the store and bought a loaf of bread... so i had this dream the other night... i don't know what happened, but i was with nikki sixx and tommy lee (circa shout at the devil era). we were in this big abandoned shack thing that looked like uncle tom's cabin. anyway, we were shooting up, and the cop was at the door, trying to bust us for drugs. so while nikki and tommy were trying to keep the door shut, i inject the herion into my leg. i don't even think it got a vein, i just plunged it. somehow there ended up a drop of water in there, and the cop busted in and asked, "well, what do we have here?" then i said, as if i were reading a poem, "it's a single drop of tear, from my mother." i have no idea what that means, but we all started rolling. then the cop said some comment and left. vince was also in the dream, though i don't remember what he was doing. this dream had no plot that i'm aware of. i wish water was on sale again. i don't like paying more than $.50 per gallon. there was a point during this year or last that gas was cheaper than water. i don't know why i'm still blogging; i just don't want to get to work. uh... Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:34 PM Thursday, September 26, 2002 get you! if you can't find anyone, don't go. promise ring, in my view, aren't that great to spend $15 for and go through the trouble of finding someone and all that jazz. give davey a wig and a kung-fu chop! then i'd go grab a six-pack of your favorite deal and rent ghost world. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:48 PM Wednesday, September 25, 2002 get you! i just ordered two books from amazon. i always do this thing where i place it, and stare at the order for a while, then delete some things, then stare some more, decide on what type of shipping i want (because i'm impatient), and then i place the order. i've been lost on reading material, and i'm sick of reading about that stupid band, the vines, in rollingstone. that cedric the entertainer presents show sucks. also that show fastlane is pretty lame, but i watch parts of it because my bro likes this guy. they had a car chase scene, and there were some obey stuff on the pillar. i've also been debating on ordering the if i should fall from the grace of god - the shane macgowan story on ebay. though all the ones i've seen opens at around $16 and has a minimum bid of about $16, and i don't think it's worth it. besides, i think the director said she was releasing it on dvd anyway. if i get that, too, then i don't have to buy a regular pogues vid, since all their vids are on that documentary. "says my aul wan to your aul wan." picturebox: ghostworld Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:54 PM today could've been better. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:45 PM i dunno if roy is going to post this too (cause he mentioned it) but you think after he hit the wall, rodman said, "muh fayce!" Anonymous partied hard at 1:25 AM Tuesday, September 24, 2002 get you! "let's get some pot!" "did you just make some money in the last five minutes?" how does this little dialog fit into my situation? well the stupid roommate has asked me tonight, for the eigth time, "do you know how to turn on the timer for this tv out here? i always fall asleep when i watch tv." "uh, no!" almost everytime i come home, and she's watching tv and wakes up, she asks that. beyatch! so anyway, for some reason i was watching this celebrity daredevils thing, and dennis rodman did this stunt where he goes towards a cliff in a convertible. he drives off the cliff, and this bungee sort of deal yanks him out, and the car plunges down the 250 foot drop. so he does everything successfull, and then, while he's swinging in the air he yells, "yeah! yeah! oh, fuck!" and slams face first, right into the wall. it was way funny! during that shot, it seemed as if his body just went limp. though on the replays, he's grabbing his mouth. lol!! i want to open a bar. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:21 PM i picked up asnan and headed to buno's. we kicked it there for a while and, unfortunately, i had to watch a bit of (gulp!) lord of the rings. i bet you're expecting me to say that it wasn't as bad as i thought it to be, well it wasn't. elijah, what's his role, to cry throughout the film? i think mike told me his buddy just died, but nonetheless... the funniest thing was the face off with the two wizards, and one of them made the other one spin in a circle on the floor. i was rofl! so asnan decided to eat everything in existence at buno's. we had to take sidestreets all the way there, since the freeways were packed (as per usual la traffic, along with wwe traffic and the goddam emmy's). we drove in circles and got there. $5 parking, yo! we saw this same guy--i guess he's the scalping union leader, because we dealt with him last time, but then we ended up paying more than face value--as last time, and we told him that we were willing to spend, at most, $60/ticket. he said that the box office was selling tickets for $75 for upper level, which was right, and he was going to sell us primiere seat (which are just below the luxury boxes) for $68 each. the face value on these were $90, so we took them. dice! the whole time i kept laughing, because i was picturing asnan telling the scalper, "uh, i do have $50 more, but i'm saving it for tekken 4." we went back to the car, drank, smoked, and mike thought of this game while we were playing handball in the parking lot. we'd throw the ball against the wall, whoever missed it, they have to run to the wall before someone else threw the ball at them. if they got his on their way to the wall, they had to lean on the wall, while the other three players got free shots at them. i got asnan really good. after we were all worked out, we drank a bit more, shroomed, and went in, got in, and was dice! then buno and i got this stupid idea to eat, and we did, and that brought our high down quickly. shaq was there, and we he went and came back from the bathroom the crowd cheered, and he got spotlighted. when we watched the televised show later, when he was heading back, the crowd started cheeering, and kurt angle looked up, because he thought someone was coming to the ring. lemmy was there, also. the event, besides the fact of being there, wasn't too exciting. it felt like a raw pay-per-view. i mean, it was fun and everything, just didn't seem pay-per-view quality. but when we watched it on tv, with the camera views, and facial expressions and stuff, it was really good. i've never noticed that before, because the events always seemed great. but then again, when you're tripped, you're much more perceptive. i guess. jukebox: social distortion - don't drag me down Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:15 PM Monday, September 23, 2002 get you! lots o' fun yesterday. more later. really tired. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:29 PM Saturday, September 21, 2002 get you! today is getting more fucking irritating by the moment. first of all, everyone is fucking making reservations today. saturdays, we usually get one, maybe two reservations on a freak occurence. today i've had four. all around the same time, all with some problem, making me fucking do all sorts of shit. for example, next weekend we're overbooked, i don't like this because i hate calling other companies for help, so i'm trying to avoid having to do that. i was going to leave notes for the new worker and sean to do that. this fucking bitch calls up and makes a reservation for the exact time we have booked. why is this shitty? because she's a regular client, we can't exactly turn her away, but if i ask sean, he'll tell me to check the other companies about those jobs for next weekend, hence foiling my fucking plan. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:47 PM i just went to get the last of my loads of laundry, and it's damp. if there's one thing that gets me, is getting a broken washer or dryer. not only does it cost money, but you usually don't find out it's broken until the end of the load. although, if i stayed in the laundry room i'd of known sooner. whatever. so it also seems that i have the worst time taping smackdown!. something always goes wrong with that taping, and the most recent one is that our electricity went out. it's stupid, though, because my vcr, once it's set, even if the electricity goes out, once it goes back on, it still goes. not too mention that once you set the timer, the vcr is off. i know about the pulliing the electricity off, because i once set it for something, realizing i didn't want to tape and wanted to watch something else. so i unplugged it and plugged it back in, but no dice! then i unplugged it for 10 minutes, still no dice. so why does it screw me up on smackdown!?! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:19 PM jukebox: motley crue - bastard today is very disturbing. too gloomy and stuff. i watched, for the first time, texas chainsaw massacre. that's also a very disturbing movie. did i just say disturbing? what i meant to say that it's a very irritating movie. 97% of the dialog is non-stop, ear piercing screaming. the other 84% is very irritating nagging. if i were those guys, i would've killed sally instantly, with her screaming like a bitch. although i actually think they were enjoying it. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:31 PM Friday, September 20, 2002 get you! jukebox: motley crue - toast of the town so it seems as if we are going to be going to unforgiven. we also have this going on. expensive weekend! it'll be dice, though. funny coincidence, mike called to tell me that he got a job, and it ends up being the mystery shopper at the place i used to work at. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:29 PM Thursday, September 19, 2002 get you! jeff- thanks for the sites man, i'll be doing some looking. brett- sherwood would have no surfboards to steal. "you pound um vince, you took his stuff" haha two dollar what?! Anonymous partied hard at 9:20 PM kai, omaha needs sherwood! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:17 PM    Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:21 AM Wednesday, September 18, 2002 get you! jeff, because gene simmons and paul stanley are in there, i forgive you... but nikki equals no dice! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:36 PM "time to play the game!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:34 PM jeff- actually, you or anyone else that may be reading this. i'm pretty sure there's others out there, cause somehow i get about 70-90 unique hits on my site a week. anyway, i'm pretty sure that pops is looking for a 2-3 bedroom house (preferably with a garage) to rent. either midtown or the west would be dice. if you know any rent sites, just post em. the only ones i could find deal with apartments only... heh. speaking of, what do you live in, and what's rent like? just curious (george). Anonymous partied hard at 10:25 PM ok, dudes, so i think i will be moving up to NE instead of OR. yes, i'd rather not spell them out because i just woke up, and i'm lazy. hmmm... any help on finding a place to live (preferably a house to rent) would be much appreciated. i've been trying to find sites and stuff, but none of them seem to have houses, just apartments. let the emails come rolling in. oh, and trail of dead is playing omaha tomorrow at the Sokol underground. damn these hooks. Anonymous partied hard at 3:24 PM Tuesday, September 17, 2002 get you! jeff, stop playing that game. "my personal goal was to get the eggs on to the side of the house." "well the jokes keep on coming. tell me here, i can't see to good; is that bob hope overthere?" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:54 PM i've got to give it to the jews. yom kippor turned out to be good for me. it's funny how many jews there are in los angeles. i know that century city, westwood, brentwood, beverly hills, bel air, encino, and woodlands hills were all quiet and cool today, as well as the freeways. i woke up late today (more appropriately, yesterday), and the time i left, on a normal day, it would've taken me 1 1/2 - 2 hours to get to school; it took me 30 minutes. school, and the rest of the town, was a complete desert. there should've been some tumbleweeds. i just finished a roll of film for my assignment, and i've also just realized that a new exposure method i've learned, just screwed me over. i set it all wrong and am expecting an over-exposed roll, which is due wednesday morning. no sweat, though. i just can't take watching silent films while being dead tired. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:52 AM Sunday, September 15, 2002 get you! one week till raw in anaheim. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:53 PM Saturday, September 14, 2002 get you! "i'm a black albino, straight from alabama..." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:02 AM Friday, September 13, 2002 get you! son of a bitch bastard. jeff equals the new enemy. so many hours were spent by me getting to "28." crap. i guess i know what i'm doing this weekend. hehehehe!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:49 PM Thursday, September 12, 2002 get you! i've been the recent one being addicted to vinyl buying. sucks, though, because i've been ordering them, so i've yet to receive them, and what's more is that they don't ship anywhere other than the billing address. my apartment is downstairs, right next to the sidewalk, and if i order vinyls and the postal worker isn't smart enough to put in the screen door, which will be hit by the afternoon sun all day long, then it's open for people to walk by and grab. i mean, they do send it to other addresses, but it's not insured or something. anyway, jukebox: pixies - song 14, from trompe le monde (i think that's the name of the album). today sucks at work. once again sean tells me something totally ridiculous and doesn't see any reason for me getting upset about it. speaking of, i need to take a bunch of photos this weekend for class. i probably have to do them by tomorrow, because chad and angela want me to do their engagement photos on saturday morning. too bad my photo assignment wasn't people. two days of not drinking. smackdown! is tonight, and i'm wondering if i should. last week when i did i woke up late for class on friday, missing a quiz, thus acheiving my firrst "f" of the semester. jukebox: pixies - alec effiel Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:34 PM Wednesday, September 11, 2002 get you! the day has finally gotten to the end of the line. when you cancel the simpsons in order to have two guys tell their escape story... Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:30 PM you know, as good a run you get in that game, there's always something dumb that happens that makes your score five strokes worse than you already had. today is really pissing me off. starts off with my alarm clock going off to the dj talking about terrorism and shit. saying that he's pissed to hear people say that america has a lot of enemies and blah blah blah. all the while, his dumb sidekick kept saying, 'yeah. yeah. yeah!" to everything he says. then you get callers calling up and saying how great america is, and "we won't be stopped." then driving to school, i see this stupid car driving on the freeway with red, white, and blue streamers flailing from their car. i wanted to drive over it and see if that'll make the car trip, as it would a person with untied shoelaces. surprisingly no one at school talked about it, but then on the way home, on the side of the freeway on ramp, there's some fool selling american flags for $5. i don't need to mention how stupid that is. and it's not as if 99% of the people in this county went out and bought lifetime supplies of american flags and/or paraphernalia. then i come home turn to mtv2 and there's artists talking about america. turn to fox, some stupid 9/11 thing with people singing cliche' fucking heart felt songs. we all knew today would be like this, though. i can't wait for the year and three months anniversary of the event. though i don't think it'll be as memorable as the year and four months one. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:14 PM Tuesday, September 10, 2002 get you! hehehe!!! rob, we can now officially talk. new score for you to beat is 28. unless i'm the only one who still plays this, then my victory is pointless. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:50 PM all right, rob. i just got a 30. i could've probably done better, but i did some stupid things, but i'm working on beating your 29 soon. once i do that, we can be friends again. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:43 PM today is dumb. one of the recently hired drivers quit. i don't understand why they don't feel it necessary to give us advanced notice. so what goes on is there on job for this evening and one for tomorrow morning, which i have one driver available for one, but the other job won't match with the other one, but i have no other driver available or willing to take it. stupid shit! i don't see why sean lets these drivers quit on the spot, though i think i know how it ended up like that. other than that, the day is going great, just that one thing. it's always one thing that keeps me fucking waiting. one of our clients, buzz aldrin, you may remember from such shows as homer goes to space and the appollo moonlanding. wait, that's not a show! apparently, some dude asked him to "swear on the bible" that he's been on the moon. part of that whole thing about the moonlanding being a farce. so buzz punched him. dice!!! it said there was video footage. i'd like to see that. anyway, i need to stop drinking. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:28 PM Saturday, September 07, 2002 get you! muh fayice! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:03 PM Friday, September 06, 2002 get you! brett, i pictured that wrestling move in my head and it's hilarious. i'd actually like to see that happen. i think i drank like half or 3/4th of a 750ml bottle of jack yesterday, passed out in rob's bed, woke up about 2 or 3 hours later, puked a lot, slept in some starbucks parking lot, came home and slept more. it was a pretty decent night i'd say, although i think i'll be watching how much i drink from now on. that girl = not too shabby. i'm guessing it's off the stileproject cams? Anonymous partied hard at 8:54 PM sitting here doing nothing. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:11 PM Thursday, September 05, 2002 get you! i officially hate rob. i keep trying to beat his score, but everytime i get too confident, and i keep fucking up. i still stand at 33 for the lowest, though i've made it to 17 with 24; then i mess up. right now, there's only two holes that i can't figure out the hole in one angle. and those are hole 4, 8, and 17. although i've lowered those to two strokes. if i can some how work myself more, i shall top rob off, once and for all!!!! muhahahahahahaha!!!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:04 PM hey, jeff, you remember the time we went mini-golfing? fore!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:53 PM so that driver came by, acting as fucking cocky as shit, with a stupid smirk on his face that i wanted to punch off. anyway, he came for his final check, and we giving him forms to sign; basic final forms that all drivers sign when they leave (e.g., final check agreement, stating that we owe them no more money after this check). it's basically to close off all debt and everything business related. so the jerkface brings in his cell phone bill that he says we "need to pay." i told sean not to, and we should show him all the clients we lost because of his stupid incapabilities, that way, if we pay his bill, he pays us back for the clients, and he'll end up owing us more. plus, i told sean, there's no way that we could've racked up his bill that high, because we talk to other drivers more than him, and they don't even use that much minutes. also, if we did talk to him, it's because he's always fucking late and lost, and we're trying to find out where the fuck he's at. we think, though, that he just didn't pay his previous bills, and they just accumulated on this statement that he's showing us. sean paid him $80. so finally, after all this shit this guy's causing, he leaves, and his car's being towed. he calls us crying about that. he was in a no parking zone with "no parking" signs all over the fence. he started whining to the tow truck driver saying, "look at these cars here, why don't you tow them? if you tow me, i'm going to call the cops on you, because you should tow these other cars also." which is stupid, because his defense would be that, and all the tow company has to say is, "there's a no parking sign there," and he's screwed. so after a while of his whining, sean talked to the tower and the tower said that if the other driver pays him $40 (if they towed it, the minimum amount he'd have to pay is $97, which the tower told him), then he'll bring the car down; otherwise, he's taking the truck in. ashkan (the stupid driver that worked for us) said, "make it $30." he said no, so ashkan didn't pay it, and he kept the tow truck driver there for 2 hours. then ashkan asked if we can get him a ride back, which i said, "no, there's no way i'm taking him!" he kept calling us saying we're unfair. he's done all this stuff to help us and has brought money to our company and this is how we repay him. we told him, "you know, we're working here, and there's no drivers available to take you. what do you want us to do?' i really don't understand him. it seems he just wants to make peoples' lives difficult. he could've easily avoided paying that much and having all this trouble by just being calm, logical, and pay $40. so he kept saying that we're "gonna pay for this." whatever. he chose to park there, that's his deal. we had nothing to do with it. if he comes back, i'm going to fight him. speaking of, i've recently been thinking of a finishing move for wrestling. i had no dice for singles competition, but i thought of a pretty dice tag team one. what it is, we'd have the opponent laying on the mat. then my partner would run to the rope, launch back, leap over the body and land on his hands while bringing his legs over his head, doing like a handspring. then, as he pushes off his hands, and his legs go forward in the air, i'll grab his leg, swing him over my head, bounce him off the top rope, bringing him back around in the air, and then slamming him on top of our opponent. it looks cool and funny in my head. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:41 PM the best hole on the course is 18. simply for the fact that you can say, "i saw the ball go past it, but did it come back?" that driver i wanted to fight came in today for his check. more on that later. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:30 PM i've gotten 33 lowest. except for 2 or 3 of them i've been able to get holes in ones; just not all on the same run. that fucking windmill i want to break. i sometimes get up to 8 strokes over on that one. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:15 PM mini putt is taking over! the lowest i've gotten was 35. rob got a 29, i'd like to break his mouse. hahah. guns n roses was so bad, axl couldn't even hold a note, it's sad man. and that guy getting replaced with a box of cargo, ba-zing! well, looks like i'll be moving to portland, OR rather than omaha. it may turn out to be cheaper to have all my crap shipped to the west coast, than to have it shipped to the... mid-west is it? anyway, i've got things to do, like watch the simpsons season 2 dvd's. whoot! Anonymous partied hard at 3:04 PM dice on the girl. is that the one you showed me from stiles? i've realized why it's been so hot for the past few days. apparently there's a hurricane off the coast or something. which is also producing huge waves. i hope it leaves soon, because this heat and humidity is unbearable. jukebox: guns n' roses - rocket queen i need to get to bed early tomorrow to wake up by 6 am, to get to school for an 8 am class. ack! i thought i had more to post, but i either don't or forgot what i wanted to. i know it's not that guns n' roses had a horrible performance on the video music awards. today is payday, so that equals boozey! which tonight is also smackdown!. all right, if i think of anything, i'll be back. thanks to kai also. since i've been playing that mini-golf i haven't gotten anything done. i've lowered my score, though. i hate the windmilll. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:25 PM Tuesday, September 03, 2002 get you! there was an incident where a whale breached and crashed onto a boat, killing a man. when questioned about the whale their response was: "Saindon said the survivors were not able to identify the type of whale, which they described as 'very large.'" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:17 PM homer: "...i found a dollar today at the bus stop." marge: "homer, while you made that dollar, you lost $40 by not going to work today. the plant called and said that if you don't come to work tomorrow, don't bother coming in on monday." homer: "woo hoo! four day weekend!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:01 PM lol!! you know that stupid n'sync guy who wanted sooooo badly to go to space? he's not going, because he couldn't come up with the money, so my plans of the russians taking him up there and leaving him in space is foiled. what's funny, though, is that russian officials said: "a russian and a belgian will be making the flight. in bass' place on the trip will be a cargo container." that's too funny! once again, i don't feel like working. sean's not here yet, so that's dice! we ate at todai's last night. it was very random. i was driving home, and angela and chad pulled along side me and asked if i wanted to go. i got my philly rolls. they've put avacados in them now. it's almost like a california roll, except with salmon and cream cheese. i watched requiem for a dream last night. it was sort of interesting, and it's probably the only movie i liked jared leto in. he didn't look his stupid self, though at first i didn't like his italian accent. jennifer connelly was in it, and she was hot as hell, as per usual. even when she wore tons o' makeup, which i usually don't like, she looked fabulous. marlon wayans was funny when leto was doing this dj thing. marlon was doing this dance, you had to see it. i also watched straight to hell. courtney love was her whining self in it. joe strummer was being joe cool. elvis costello was a waiter, who kept serving coffee. and the pogues were a rowdy gang of bandits. i didn't get much of the story because i was going to bed, but i taped it. 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