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Thursday, October 31, 2002 get you! teen hearthrob/dreamboat mark hoppus, of blink 182 fame, is playing some demon or something on matthew fox's new show haunted. i've yet to form an opinion on that (though at the moment i saw it, it looked stupid). also, their "oh-so-punk" drummer is in the recent rollinstone with his car collection. apparently, "[He] was brought up in a Caddy family." so what's in his garage? "Nine Cadillacs - six Coupe DeVilles, two Eldorados and an Escalade [An escalade?!!!!!!!!!!!] - plus a Mercedes S600 and a CMC Denali." what the hell's wrong with these people? it's ridiculous. i know they've got the money, but they grew up in a (how dare i say) punk scene, and they've become the enemy. these fucking idiots, just because they got the money now, it seems that all their ethics just got lost. i've got no words for it. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:28 PM that record shop was pretty cool. what's funny is that i drove by that place all the time. once i found the address and located it, i drove past it several times. when i went there, i turned into the street before to come around the backway, and as soon as i turned there, i had the biggest deja vu ever. the club that's next the the record shop used to be a pizza place we always went to after games when i played softball with my brother's company. we once parked in front of that record shop. this never dawned on me until i made that turn. then all the shops around the area, and the buildings, were exactly as i remembered them. when we played softball, i hadn't been in l.a. much, hence the disorientation of the city. enough with the history lesson, the shop's pretty cool. tons o' records, though not at all like the antiquarium. this place is the type that you wouldn't find a hey mercedes album, or the likes of which you will never.... what? i bought two lps: siouxsie & the banshees - rapture & madness s/t. the worker there was totally dice, and i got my vinyl sleeves. i've still yet to watch the rest of raw. i saw the ending and shawn michaels was there, beating triple h. had to wake up early today to do some jobs. i need to put my front license plate on and get my fix-it ticket signed off by tomorrow. they gave me over a month and i kept putting it off, and now i'm stuck to do it on the last day. who cares?!?! that's their fault for giving me a ticket for no front plates anyway. the most irritating thing was that i saw the cop on the corner, just watching cars go by, and after i passed by her, i noticed her pull out. i was so far away by then, and she wove her way through traffic to pull me over for that. not only that, the only reason i was going that way, is because i woke up late and there was way too much traffic on the freeway, and i didn't want to be late for class. that'd be funny if sherwood was a cop. he'd be good in springfield. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:46 PM Wednesday, October 30, 2002 get you! brett- the game, that's the one i was thinking of. and that girl you mentioned, tanya or whatever... the past few times i've gone to jacks, she's been working the drive-thru. full on dike haircut (the jarhead one), and like hawaiian tats. so gay. Anonymous partied hard at 5:09 PM i was reading an interview with chuck palahniuk-unfortunately by rollingstone-and that book i just read of his, survivor, and another one of his are in the works of becoming a film. i'm not sure if i like that or not, but if it's as great as fight club (and i only say that because there's similarity with that film and the book i read, as far as characters and stuff) then we're in for a great ride. i just went to a page about some thing about survivor not becoming a movie, because of that fucking, goddam 9/11 thing. whatever george fucking shithead says, the terrorists defeated us. americans are too fucking dumb about things. though bush and the government has done nothing to help us recooperate, but rather instill hatred and revenge in the hearts of americans, to totally contradict eveything our parents tell us to. people have to move on. we keep saying we're fucking not letting the terrorists win, but yet everyone still walk on a tight rope with everything, because no matter what kind of front they put up, they've already let the terrorists limit their lives. if you want to show the terrorists they haven't gotten the best of us, release films, songs, shows, whatever. the minute something becomes worried over contents of things because of terrorist attacks, they've got us. i'm not cold hearted or anything, but it just pisses me off, because america lives in such a contradictory state, and people like bush keep telling the people how to feel, act, and subtlely (though very obviously) instilling hatred in everyone. george, think for yourself, stop being a fucking puppet. if you want to be a puppet, join n' sync. if the c.i.a. want to get other nations against terrorism, find some other way that secretly bombing a night club in indonesia (which just so happens to be international) to make other nations start thinking, "hey, we should start backing the u.s. against terrorism?" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:04 AM why does this always happen? whenever i really need/want to go to a page for a certain reason, it can't find the server? it's rather irritating. like i want to find the weather so i go to weather.com, and no dice. i want to blog something badly, no dice. i want to check my e-mail, no dice. i want to check a bid, no dice. it always does that. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:32 AM "i am a golden god!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:26 AM that one post that jeff put up a long time ago with the record shops in l.a., i was looking at them and realized that there is a record shop right around the corner from mike and a.r.'s old apartment. like, literally, a five minute walk. roy, remember that food joint we walked to that one day? if we walked the same distance in the other direction, we'd be there. i'm going to stop by there after class tomorrow. i have $20 to burn, and i need vinyl sleeves. we'll see how that shop turns out. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:24 AM Tuesday, October 29, 2002 get you! speaking of dumb action, tough guy movies, for some dumb reason, someone decided to make a steven seagal movie. i hate seeing his movies. i don't like invincible people, who know everything, can't be touched, can't dress, and all that jazz. there's a scene in the preview of him fighting someone, and he grabs their arm and twists it and him around, and the guy flies and does several flips into a wall. ridiculous. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:28 PM i've never seen a rambo movie. i've seen parts of it, but not enough to remember what it's about or anything. i did, however, receive my guns n' roses lies lp yesterday and, luckily, it arrived in one piece. what i mean is, the moron shipped it in a regular usps thin cardboard thing (you know, the ones that are as thin as the gift boxes at department stores) with no padding or whatever, just written on the outside: "do not bend." i hate people who don't know how to ship things, especially vinyls. anyway, i got it, it's good except i need to brush it. it's soooo dusty that it sounds horrible and skips. whatever, i won the straight to hell soundtrack lp for cheap. dice. i've got the pogues songs on there already, but there's a song from it that i think (hope) is on it. it's the weiner song they sing in the movie. i'd like to perform that song one day, but it's only effective if everybody sings along, and shane macgowan is dressed as a cowboy, swaggering back and forth. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:00 PM who is that dude? i watched an amazing film today. i want to buy this. there's a scene in there where jean-pierre leaud's character (14 year old antoine doinel) is with a psychiatrist, and she's asking him about growing up and all that, trying to find out why he's the way he is. it's a great scene, and it just shows him talking and you can only hear the psychiatrists voice. anyway, this scene was actually jean-pierre's screen test during his audition for the film. it was that great, that the director, francios truffaut used it. i don't like it just for that scene, though. i mean the entire film is great. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:06 AM Monday, October 28, 2002 get you! oh yeah! so the book i ordered is fight club. i really wished that i hadn't watched this movie yet. i hate reading a book after i've seen the movie, and in this case, i've watched the movie like 30,2000-39iej2r09u209urq times. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:19 AM i just accidentally ordered a book. i mean, i wanted this book, i know i'll like it, but i just clicked on an image--which i should've read first--to get a total with shipping, but it was actually a "place order now" button. anyway, i finished reading survivor. that's a badass book. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:13 AM at the old place, my neighbor jeri came over and brought some chardonnay (sp). amongst the other things we had, that was one being left behind from her to us. i started pushing the cork back in all the way, for fun. steve was saying that's not a good idea, and i said something like, "what do you know" or something. anyway, an hour or so later, i started trying to take the cork out and it broke apart, sending pieces of cork in the wine, and i showed steve and said, "hey, look, i guess it was a bad idea." so what's this got to do with anything? uh...the metric system? so i did a job today, since i need money and this was an hourly, which means that i take some people from a location and drop them at another location, wait, then return. so everything's going great, but on the way there, we start hearing something that sounds like a shredded tire, but the car's driving fine, so i'm like, what's going on. then i look in the rearview and i see the tire flapping, so i pull to the side. i look, and the tires all treaded out. it's not as if the tire was treading already and it just met it's match, it's a brand new tire. several people stopped to help, which was nice. i'm told sean, and if it's there on thursday, i'm taking the tire to pep boys (where we bought it from) and ask for a trade or something. so on the way down, las virgines/malibu canyon rd, i could see the tough enough 3 house. i think it's either on topanga canyon or parkway calabasas. whatever the closest eastern road it to las virgenes. so i took this job because it was from 1-5 pm, i'd make like $70, and drop car off, go to angela's for our sunday night family dinner, and study and work out. no dice. they stayed at the wedding late, so i studied, slept, only food i had were potatoes, onions, and a can of hummus. so i was starving marvin, and i ate the hummus, without anything. i had to use my fingers. i could've went out for food, but i didn't want to drive on the spare. so everything worked out and i made $140 today. i spent $9 on gas, got a flat, just chilled for a few hours, took people back, and that's $140 extra toward my moving funds, beyatch!!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:31 AM Saturday, October 26, 2002 get you! i'm watching ghost world, and i'm reminded of "high school graduation." there was a girl, i think her name was tanya. she was very butchy looking and everything. anyway, she was running for class president or prom court or some stupid thing that they needed student signatures for. so she passed it out in class for everyone to sign. i signed it "adolf hitler," and we thought it to be the funniest thing ever. towards the end of class, all you heard was, in a pissed out yell, "who the hell signed 'adolf hitler'?" we all (me and spencer) started laughing our asses off. she and i had this fued for the rest of our career as pearl city high school students (more her, because i still thought i was funny, she was still the angry one). then we had stupid graduation, and as luck would have it, i have to walk arm in arm with her. so in the spirit of school's end and all that crap, she forgets our whole ordeal. it's so lame how sentimental people get on occassion. i do that sometimes, but it's not that drastic, it's actually things that are really important like friendship and stuff. if i hated someone as much as she hated me, i would've asked for a different marching partner (i feel like grabbing a falafel). Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:50 PM greatest lyrics at the moment. on the vinyl set your goals, there's an exclusive bonus track. it's called "glue," and if you think of hardcore and the title of the song, i bet you could figure out the very clever lyrics: "we've got to stick together like glue." thank you! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:03 PM despite the angels' loss the other day--you know, the 16-4 loss--this series has been pretty amazing. angels have been having a ridiculously high batting average. game 7 tomorrow. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:49 PM yesterday, i saw the greatest thing ever. lakers vs. kings, and christy (kings) started a fight with rick fox (aka, guitarist from piebald). they both got ejected, and rick fox ran pretty fast to the back. i asked chad why'd he run so fast, and he said because he got thrown out of the game. then, christy was going to the locker room on the other side of the court. they were showing an angle facing the tunnel that christy was going out through, so you could see the inner part of the tunnel. then i saw a laker's uniform peeping around the corner, and as soon as christy walked under the walkway, rick fox just jumped out and started false cracking. that was the greatest thing i've ever seen. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:47 PM "how much is your 12 passenger stretches?" "are you looking for the size limo, or is there going to actually be 12 passengers?" "there will be 12." "depending on when it is, those ones start at $100/hr." "it's on november 9th." "during the day or the evening?" "the day, i mean the evening." "that would be @ $130/hr, not including tip and tax." "so $130, would that be an hourly rate?" "uh, yes." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:57 PM so it looks like going to a social distortion show in december equals no dice!!! all shows sold out!!! they've added a few more shows in january, but i'll be gone..... Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:36 PM a person called asking for the rate for 5 hours. i say, "it's $295, not including tip & tax. the total with that would be $382.32." "so that would be about $380?" "uh, yeah." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:36 PM i think this is the new site. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:03 PM triple h is also known as "the game" is also known as the "cerebral assasin" is known as being "that damn good!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:00 PM did the site move already? oh yeah, brett, the other wrestler i was thinking about was triple H. don't they call him by some other name as well? tonight was cool man. skated more than usual and talked about wrestling (which i know nothing about, so i called brett), star trek (which sucks if you ask me. but rob is a fuckin genius about it), and had a few drinks. word... i'm more than ready for sleep. Anonymous partied hard at 5:44 AM Friday, October 25, 2002 get you! mr. slee! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:55 PM i need vinyl sleeves. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:55 PM oh yeah! about that puffy combs crap. just reading that invitation would make me stay miles away from there. speaking of, one of the only two radio stations i listen to, 101.9, which is an oldies station, is making me think twice about listening to them. for a couple of days, the main dj guy was talking about punch drunk love and how it looks stupid. and how magnolia was a boring stupid movie, and at some film festival people walked out...whatever. so he says about how he and his wife ended up watching it last night and it sucked. then he knocked magnolia again. then the lady dj mentioned boogie nights, and he went off on that saying, "i didn't watch that. i refuse to watch anything dealing with the porno industry. even though i know people said that movie's cute..." this guy's a fucking idiot. boogie nights, the story, had nothing to do with porn. i mean, their jobs were making porn, but the fact is that they could've easily done the movie about accountants or regular actors or teachers. just having them use porn actors made it a bit interesting and funny. then he goes off on how it's going to win awards and stuff just because adam sandler's in it. and the lady dj, who can't think for herself, nor defend any of her own opinions, but rather just agree with whatever the main dj says, said that, "people are going to watch it just because adam sandler's in it." i bet a lot of people will, but he's the main reason why i don't want to watch it. the only reason i want to watch it is because paul thomas anderson's a brilliant director/writer. i'd like a five minute match with these djs. so for now, i think might have to boycott that station. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:53 PM i forgot about these two irritating calls i received last night as i was about to leave work. first one was irritating because i was about to clock out and ended up having to take a reservation. next one, immediately after i hung up from previous calller, was another reservation. so i'm taking her reseravtion and her return is in the late evening, which sean doesn't want to answer phones. we used to only offer a baggage area pick up--which costs a lot more than curbside--but we now offer curbside, but we tell the passengers, "at that time, we don't have an answering service, so either the day before, or that day, we'll call you to give you your scheduled driver's cell number. that way, once you're ready with your bags, instead of calling our regular office number, you can call your driver directly." she says, "oh, ok! or i could just call your 800 number." "uh, no ma'am. that's what i'm explaining to you. we don't have an answering service at that time, that's why we're going to give you your driver's cell number; so you can call him directly." so anyway, i told my boss that my last day is on december 17. i also thought of a plan of how i can still work here while in nebraska. that way i'd have some side money coming in. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:11 PM Thursday, October 24, 2002 get you! holy shit!!! you guys will not believe this. i just found out that nick carter has a solo album out. it's so lame. he's all trying to be hard or something, but he sounds and looks just as stupid as sugar ray. you know, wanna be tough guy singing gay ass, poppy, disney channel songs. kids, get your mom's permission to buy this album. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:20 PM jeff, i put you on the blogger as an administrator. hence, giving you authorization for changing templates and servers... just post the address once and if you change it. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:33 AM Tuesday, October 22, 2002 get you! i just read some cool excerpts from the book. too bad i won't be purchasing it. maybe i'll steal a copy. i don't want courtney making money off of me. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:48 PM jeff- actually... GUK might not be that bad. i know a girl that saw them on tour with superchunk, and she said they only played like 4 songs from on a wire. the rest were from 4 minute mile, red letter day, and all that other stuff. take a chance i'd say. brett- dice on omaha, and coming down for christmas. i'm like 90% moving to omaha, so yeah. and all that other stuff, sounds like a case of the idiots. there seems to be a lot more these days. sheri- p. ditty... diddy, whatever. that shit was funny. i mean, what if you wore those sean john jeans to the party? would he kick you out for wearing jeans, or would he let you stay because they are his brand of jeans. what a conundrum. Anonymous partied hard at 7:18 PM i'd like to take this time to give a big fuck you!!! to the la dwp. after fucking me by charging me for a month after i left the old place and closed the account there, and sending me to collections where i sent them a copy of my lease there, my new lease, my deposit letter, closing bills for gas, and a letter, they've now sent me a goddam bill which they're saying i owe for the last month i was there. which makes no sense, because the first time they came after me for the month after i left, had i not paid the previous months bill, that total would've been for the amount of this, plus the next month. i should call their management and set up a policy for things such as this, so if i am, indeed, correct, i get to fight their bookkeeper for 5 minutes. roll some heads. i hate always being in charge of all the utility bills, but every roommate i've had, they've been too lazy to do their part, so i end up doing it; just so i don't end up owing a big sum of money once they put the bill in their name. i'm not no fucking collection agency. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:01 PM i'm expecting some records to be awaiting me upon arrival at the dreaded estate this evening. recently, the vinyls i've been purchasing have been ones that i already own on either cd/tape/pc/cpk/ira/uda/dr. agon... i found a copy of the great rock n' roll swindle, and was very interested in purchasing it, but there's only two songs on there i'd like, but yet it's full of pix and stuff, so i... Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:43 PM so the breht tour is coming through hawaii. here are the current dates: arrive honolulu on the 18th, leave on the 27th. the thing i fucked up on was that i placed the ticket for the 18th, returning on the 20th, which would be ridiculous. i placed it through priceline.com and usually, you can't change it, but i called hawaiian air, and they charged me $100. then i leave for omaha sometime after that... Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:45 PM i just totally fucked up my hawaii booking. if i can't change them, that's going to be stupid. fuck them. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:52 AM Monday, October 21, 2002 get you! so i'm in hawaii between 12/17-12/27/02. there abouts, and for 100%, i'm moving to omaha! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:12 AM Saturday, October 19, 2002 get you! tomorrow is no mercy. i haven't really watched this week's rasslin' much, so tonight is the wrestling watching extravaganza. speaking of, this coffee sucks. it tastes like ink or something. i forgot to bring my coffee in, so i'm stuck with this crap. i think i'm just going to make tea. why is it that all calls come in at the same time? why is it that every sunday at work, it's slow, but there's like 10 billion orders for around the same time, making it ridiculous to dispatch? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:36 PM first two phone calls at work: 1) guy calling about a job position. i tell him that he needs to fax over his dmv report and a resume. he tells me that he spoke to sean yesterday, and sean told him to either come in today or monday for an interview. i tell him to call on monday, since sean isn't in today (hopefully). the other line starts ringing, so i start ending the conversation. then he starts telling me about his previous experience driving. which is irritating, since i told him exactly what he needs to do, and i'm not the hiring person. yesterday, someone called, before asking anything like, "could you put me through to human resources," or "i'm calling about the driver's position," he starts telling me all his experience and availability for about 1 minute, so when he's done with his epic poem, i tell him, "i'm not the hiring manager. i don't have anything to do with that. you can fax your dmv report and resume, and the hiring manager will call you for an appointment." 2) guy calls abouit a reservation tomorrow. call lasts for almost all of song 3 on the high fidelity soundtrack. the entire phone call, although i tried to put in some questions along the way, but couldn't, because the fuck wouldn't shut the fuck up, i just kept saying, "yeah. yeah. yeah." swear to god, he sounded exactly like the micro machine man. i ended up not asking him the questions, because i lost interest in helping him out. what's more is that the whole phone call, if he shut up, and let me talk, would've lasted 2 minutes tops. saturdays at work used to be a chill day, but now they're becoming the most annoying ones. tuesdays are great. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:32 PM Friday, October 18, 2002 get you! "and now, the end is near" of this disaster of a day. i can't wait to go home to cabernet, and hopefully there should be a new record(s) waiting for me to rock out to tonight. last night i rocked to this last night, and i really wish i could find my headphone adapter. i've always had it, but never needed it, and now that i do, i can't. d'oh! i need new headphones anyway. roommate hasn't been home in a few days, which is dice; i get to play stereo loud, but by the time i get home, it's late, so i can't go too loud (or can i?). Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:19 PM Thursday, October 17, 2002 get you! funny thing, social distortion is playing in hawaii soon too. i dunno when, cause i won't have the money to go anyway... and would i really want to? dealing with all those jar heads and whatnot can be a real downer on a good show. case in point, jimmy eat world and the strokes (two separate shows mind you). i mean, just the sheer magnatude of the crowd at JEW was insane. lots of songs off clarity were played, as well as my request for something off static prevails. would have been a good show if: 1. i had not been stuck behind a speaker the whole night cause no one in the crowd wants to let you through and i'm not a jar head so i wouldn't just push my way through. 2. everyone sang along to the stuff off bleed american. songs off the other albums, no one knew what to do and in turn they just stood there dumbfounded. the strokes... this is gonna be a really short one 1. people were starting mosh pits. why the fuck... i mean, i'm sure everyone has heard the strokes by now. does moshing really need to happen at a strokes show? i think not. Anonymous partied hard at 8:16 PM so today the phones are really slow. except once a call comes in, everybody in the entire state of california decides to call. nonetheless, today i feel really great. "so great, in fact, that i go right out and sleep with marie de salle." what? today is the best day ever. it's about 65 degrees or something, but it's clear skies, sweater temperature cold, and it's just great. the only thing that could've made the weather better would've been if it rained hard last night. so anyway, by the end of this week, i'd've decided if: 1) what dates i'm going back to hawaii. 2) if i'm moving to omaha 3) when i'm moving to omaha 4) if i am, how i'm moving to omaha 5) lincoln is the capital of nebraska 6) tell my roommate to hit the pavement 7) assist the roommate in hitting the pavement 8) itemize my expenses between now and then 9) should we go to a social distortion show before we leave l.a.? one good thing is that when i go back home, i get to bring back my vinyls. vinyl richie. i hope i get off early tonight. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:58 PM i totally agree with you, jeff, on that "seeing bands perform live at that point used to be the greatest thing." i've not had any inclinations to watch music awards, snl, etc. for the fact that i'd want to see a performer. before, i used to be all over talk show schedules, snl dates, and mtv special performances. speaking of knives, on steve-o's don't try this at home, he's in a knife shop in arizona and he says, "in arizona, this is legal." and he's holding a huge switchblade handle, at least the length of an arm, and he hits the switch and this huge blade pops up. looks like a sword. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:08 AM Wednesday, October 16, 2002 get you! is there some "vintage" turntable craze that i'm not aware of? i bought a spiffy one a few months ago from rob. direct drive, pitch control, all that good shit. no one ever notices that vinyl plays just a touch faster than cd's. cd's would be how they're supposed to sound, vinly comes out a bit sharp (the notes that is) and it kinda bugs me when i've already heard the cd version, so i need that pitch control. if it's a vinyl only release, it's all find and dandy, unless i wanna learn it, then i can slow it down a bit to conform with standard tuning. who cares though... who cares indeed. Anonymous partied hard at 7:47 PM Tuesday, October 15, 2002 get you! yesterday was really ridiculous in my cinema class. the teacher was getting the film ready to watch, but something was wrong, and on the screen it said "no signal." then one guy said something like, "hey, have you seen this movie 'no signal'?" and that just triggered a five minute run of sesame street comedians saying things like, "i've seen 'contrast.'" "i've seen 'volume on.'" everyone of them thought each one's joke was the funniest thing in the world. then the picture came on, but the sound wasn't working. hence, round two on the cinema comedy fest 2002. jukebox: motley crue - "toast of the town" my roommate was gone when i woke, so i made coffee and my lunch, and i was going to make breakfast, but she came home, so i just made grilled cheese and headed to my room. she keeps bugging me about whether or not i want to stay after the lease is up, and although i know i don't, i'm just going to keep her on her toes. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:50 PM Friday, October 11, 2002 get you! what did i say? since the last blog this has happened: 1) call for a car tonight, booked it, faxed a confirmation, got it back, paged a driver, waiting for him to call back. 2) call from someone at the airport looking for an immediate pick up, but no driver available. 3) some lady who doesn't speak english wants rates, doesn't understand me, but still tries to keep the conversation going. 4) client requests a car tomorrow and sunday, both of which we don't have drivers available (earlier during the week, the drivers asked for certain days and times off this weekend, we comlied, and, as always, we get booked at those times). 5) because of aforementioned reservations, i have to drive for at least one of them. 6) because of aforementioned reservations, i have to fill out, by hand, four orders, fill in four confirmations, and fax them. 7) ...it was slow all day up till now. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:52 PM as of now, i'm leaving early from work, which is dice, because being slow with boss here is not fun. $20 says something comes up and i end up leaving late tonight. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:35 PM that's sucks about the cat. i think you should put it to sleep. then go over to the humane society and ask them why the hell all the cats you get from them are fucked up. then, knock the flower basket off the counter and tell them they're next. laugh, then run out and sit by the lake with a bottle of gin and think of the good times you've had together, and, hopefully, dawson will be standing in his little rowboat. "full on row!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:33 PM Thursday, October 10, 2002 get you! LOL!!!! youngblood and josh reyes. we (brian, gemma, rob, kai) were having a beer last night and both those dudes came up in the conversation somehow. Anonymous partied hard at 5:53 PM i think that this blogger deal is with my isp. though it says that they (blogger) has the error and they're working on it, because sheri's blogger posts fine. what the heck, huh? i hate that someone (jeff) has got me into vinos, i mean vinyls, because i'm spending soooo much money on them. i mean, i'm happy with the purchases, but i have this stupid idea that vinyls are only going to be around until the end of next week, so i keep looking for albums and buying them. i mean, i've waited this long, what makes me think that i can't get them two months from now? but i am happy with the vino, i mean vinyls that i've purchased. i've got three more i want--need--to get before i slow down: motley crue - dr. feelgood guns n' roses - appetite for destruction faith no more - the real thing what i don't like is people who send the vinyls without any protection and in shitty packaging. they deserve smacks to the head. smackdown! is tonight. called financial aid just to make sure they're not waiting for anything from me: "hi, i'm calling to get a status on my financial aid?" "when did you submit it?" "i think a couple of weeks ago." "well it takes 6-8 weeks to process." "i know that, but i'm just checking to see if you guys are waiting on anything, because last time you did, you guys didn't tell me, and i called a month later, and then you guys told me that you needed stuff from me." apparently, there's nothing needed from me at this point. i'm just noting this in case for future references when they tell me they needed something from me. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:11 PM i was reading these letters from this girl i went out with in eight grade. they're too funny. shit, here's one (these are written as it was written. spelling and grammar are out of my control): brett, are you going to my house today? if you are i need to talk to you about me & you. but i need to leave at 3:30 to go to the i still like you but if you are going to not talk to me & stay be me i'm going to break up with you! i don't want it to end but i think we should call it off. love, christina andreasen i can't stop laughing at this letter. we used to call this girl mushroom head; on account of her hairstyle. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:34 AM Wednesday, October 09, 2002 get you! the other day my roommate asked me to help her with the tv again. i put the tv on channel three, showed her the remote and said, for the thousandth time, "do not use this remote for anything. it doesn't have anything to do with operating this tv." then i showed her how to operate the cable without the remote (since the remote sucks and doesn't work well), so i go to the cable box and show her how to manually change stations. immediately after showing her that, she tries it and goes directly for the tv to change the station from the tv, not the cable box. i'm standing right there showing her how to do it, and it's not as if they're right next to each other to easily get confused, because the cable box is on the shelf below. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:30 PM i said "linkin park, strokes, guns n' roses, use your illusions (again, not bad albums, just not "top 100" material...)..." the other day, but that thing in the parentheses is only referring to the "use your illusions," not linkin park and the strokes. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:06 AM Tuesday, October 08, 2002 get you! that's funny. i never ever thought of anything like that. i wonder how they purchased that? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:44 PM there are tickets for a social distortion show on ebay. it's at the house of blues, and i think that currently it's $99, but you can "buy it now" for $149. i should also mention that it is not sold out, and that the idiot selling it wrote in the description, "general admission area, which is feets from the stage." dude, the whole fucking place in general admission. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:03 AM how do you know that rollingstone has lost it? well their current issue has the "top 100 greatest albums of all time," and let me just run through some of the entries: eminem, the eminem show (mind you this album just came out, and this list if the "top 100 greatest albums off all time!" nirvana, in utero & mtv's unplugged. i'm not saying these aren't good albums; i'm just saying they're not "top 100 greatest albums of all time" material. linkin park, strokes, guns n' roses, use your illusions (again, not bad albums, just not "top 100" material...)...it just goes on and on. nothing within the past two years should've made it. it's not because it's two soon to have that great an impact; because if this were 1991, nirvana's, nevermind would've made it on there. it's because i know for a fact, that in the last three years, nothing has been that ground breaking to make it. actually, there was, but i know rollingstone wouldn't know about them. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:45 AM Sunday, October 06, 2002 get you! has anyone heard lagwagon's cover of jawbreaker's want? i didn't even know they did one. i just wanted to throw that song on this comp. i'm making, needed that song, and looked for it on a certain music downloader, and lagwagon came up. i didn't notice at first, and then when i played it on winamp, it said lagwagon. confused, i looked at their (lagwagon's) web site and they did do it. i'm not sure if this is their cover or not, because it sounds exactly the same. i wouldn't put it past them to do that, but i don't want this on my comp. if it's lagwagon....purple monkey eater. speaking of, i guess ian is singing "accessory," but if you didn't have lyrics for it, you can barely make out "accessory"; it totally sounds like "agents in red!" ...or is he "seeing red"? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:40 PM anyone know a kid that wants to be a pimp for halloween... or even on a day to day basis? go here. Anonymous partied hard at 10:42 PM dah-boh-you! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:38 PM Saturday, October 05, 2002 get you! she called again. that fucking bitch. why doesn't she just leave a goddam message. if there's one thing that bugs me is when people don't leave a message, but rather call back right after. if they don't answer the phone, they either a) don't want to talk to you (as the case is). b) can't answer at the moment. c) is going to deliver a kick to the head upon meeting you the next time. reason for the call? "what time are you coming home tonight?" "i don't know!" "are you going out?" "i don't know!" "oh, ok. because my couch (she just got a couch from a friend that is just sitting in the middle of the living room, which was the reason for her call the other day. even though i have nothing to do with that room, never go there, and whatever) is still in the living room." "yeah...?" "okay, i see you later." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:36 PM my fucking roommate called me like three times today. it's so fucking irritating, because it's always pointless calls. it's even more irritating today, because, first of all, she's called me at least once a day this week for stupid things. secondly, she always calls at the most inconvenient time. first call today was about our lease ending in november. she asked if i wanted to extend it. of course i don't, but she's always asked me this and i keep telling her, "at this point i can't say. i'm not going to sign a lease when i don't know what i'm going to be doing 4 months from now. i don't want to be in a situation where i'm forced to stay here." she then tells me if i can hurry up to decided. fuck you! then she calls me a second time. this time it's to ask me if i've deposited the check she wrote me for rent. i tell her, "yeah, this morning i did." she tells me that she just withdrew more money from her account and her check might bounce and what should "i" do. i tell her, "i don't know." then my phone just rang, i looked, and it's her number, so i don't answer. i've never asked her for her number, since i don't want to talk to her, and i've already memorized it, because she's called so many goddam times. she better not be home tonight. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:47 PM Friday, October 04, 2002 get you! if you replace all the "accessory" with "agents in red," this could be about the matrix: "epic problem" "congratulations. stop. wish i could be there. stop. tell me something i don't know. is there anything left to know? stop. stop. stop. stop. stop. accessory accessory accessory accessory accessory accessory we regret to inform. stop. miss you dearly signed sincerely. stop. tell me something that i dont' know is there anything left to know? stop. stop. stop. stop. stop. accessory accessory accessory accessory accessory accessory to the time. time. time. time. i've got this epic problem this epic problem's not a problem for me and inside i know i'm broken but i'm working as far as you can see i've got this epic problem this epic problem's not a problem for me and inside i know i'm broken but i'm working as far as you can see and outside it's all production it's all illusion set scenery i've got this epic problem this epic problem's not a problem for me." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:53 PM if you live in kansas city--or close by like, say, omaha--you should check this out. hehehehe! remember when people named alexander were fat? like how most marges are (at least all the ones i've known). i just saw a picture of christina ricci, and it looks as if her head's way too heavy and is going to i've just been reading the new in style (it's here at work, it' s not like i went out of my way to pick up this copy). as i looked through it, though, almost everything made me sick--not just the fact of reese witherspoon being on the cover. was this the circle faced girls issue? i had my first mid-term today, and i think i did pretty good. though i'm thinking the worst, so i don't get disappointed. i was listening to fugazi's epic problem and thought that it might be about the matrix. just from what i though i was making out of the song. like i thought he was singing, "agents in red! agents in red!" though on this site (and i'm not sure how valid these lyrics are, as they're not an official fugazi lyrics site) it says, "accessory! accessory!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:35 PM Thursday, October 03, 2002 get you! those (gulp!) "punk" rock poster boys, good charlotte, every time i see their stupid pictures they're always wearing "brand spanking new" clothes. i really wish someone would tell them to grow up and be themselves. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:32 PM i just received a fax. while the page was printing the phone rang. guess who it was? the goddam person sending the fax to confirm our receipt of it. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:19 PM i saw the funniest thing yesterday at school. there was a sign posted saying that they've lost a folder on this certain day. if anyone finds it, please call. "the folder is not important. i don't need it, but there are very important papers inside." if the person who found the folder returns it, why would they not want to give the folder back? what is that person going to do, call him and leave a message stating the drop off point with instructions to leave the cash reward in an undisclosed bag near the cafeteria benches? i don't know, it sounded funnier in my head. "here's your papers." "thanks, where's the folder?" "uh, what folder?" the new rolling stone features an article with the inland invasion thing. fortunately, new found glory got booed! no one there liked them. one of the band members said that, "if they were "punk" they would be more open minded." why does everyone use "punk" in an artistic point of view? it seems that anytime people do something out of the ordinary, "it's punk!" and that oh-so-punk band good charlotte has a piece in the mag, also. their so stupid. they try and make like everyday sort of deal growing up was hardships towards them, making themselves to seemingly have a "punk" background. and their acheivements now like martin luther king jr.'s struggle for equality or something. on of the members was wearing a suit jacket with safety pins and stuff and a rancid and minor threat patches (every single thing on this jacket, including the jacket itself, is brand new). these guys need a kick to the head. i've never been so sick of current music in my life. back in the days, top 40 stuff was great for me. then when that started to decline, underground music was the deal. and it stayed that way for a long time. now, though, i can't even stand any top 40 and 98% of the underground music. recently i've only been listening to things of years past. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:37 PM Tuesday, October 01, 2002 get you! it just occurred to me: "i'm crazy?!?! how can you say that 'i'm crazy'? what do you mean, i'm crazy? when i went to your churches. i went to your schools. i went to your institutional learning facilities. how can you say that 'i'm crazy'?..." and on and on on, "falling down... on and on and on!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:17 PM something's wrong with my i.s.p. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:02 PM i've been really meaning to put together a compilation recently. i need a change in my music that i've been listening to. not that anything's wrong with it, it's just i've been listening to the same thing for the past month: motley crue, social distortion, and the pogues. hopefully i get enough studying in before i get home, so i have enough time to put this together for my ride to school tomorrow. current list will include (in no particular order): 01. the pogues - "sally maclennane," "turkish song of the damned." 02. motley crue - "on with the show," "toast of the town." 03. bright eyes - "not sure the name, but jeff put it on a disc for me." 04. promise ring - "forget me." 05. hey mercedes - "frowning of a lifetime." 06. the cure - "love cats" 07. social distortion - "another state of mind," "don't drag me down," "bad luck," "i was wrong," "sick boys," "when she begins." 08. siouxsie & the banshees - "black sun." 09. fugazi - "track 3 on their current album." 10. piebald - "long nights." 11. get-up kids - "10 minutes." 12. pixies - "alec eiffel." 13. Public image Limited - "world destruction" (this song made it onto the ending of the first episode of this season's sopranos). 14. guns n' roses - "rocket queen." 15. texas is the reason - "a jack w/ one eye." 16. jawbreaker - "you don't know what you've got till it's gone," "want." 17. nirvana - "?." i don't even know why i'm blogging this. i guess if there's any suggestions, i'm open. i've been just writing bands and songs down in my notebook during class. thinking of what would make a good, rockin' compilation. also, i'm here at work, bored out of my mind. i wish i didn't have to work. maybe just a few day/hour a week, for kicks (to the head). i've been having trouble waking up in the morning. i do realize that all those aforementioned songs won't fit on one disc, so don't bother pointing that out. hehehehe! also, just because there's six social distortion songs, doesn't mean they're all getting on the disc; i'm just keeping the options open. once we get through the first couple of stages, we'll make some final cuts and such. what is this, a business meeting? there's a behind the music i was watching yesterday with the musical year of 1977 & 1981. two separate episodes, not one with both those years. it was all right, i guess. after those, yesterday, they showed the godfather, part ii i've never seen this before, but after watching the beginning of it, the beginning of mafia is way funny. jukebox: they might be giants - 88 lines about 44 women i really...really... don't want to be here right now. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:58 PM so i had this dream last night: we were in a hotel, and we were sort of hostages for this mafia squad. they had a room one floor above us. we were wondering how to get out and all that, and while we were wondering that, there were four police choppers (not motorcycles) flying towards our hotel, directly to the floor above us. we were very happy and relieved. they were just chilling there, and then one of the chopper turned upside down and they started firing at the mafia dudes. i then ran to the bathroom to take cover in case some shot made it through our room. as i was closing the bathroom door, all the mafia dudes came barging into our room. i closed the bathroom door and locked it, and tried to plan my escape. i don't remember much else except wondering why the coppers, that were flying up to their window, didn't think of having like a s.w.a.t. team in the hotel to deter them from leaving their room and coming to ours. it would've made sense. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:18 PM it's been the current trend that people keep calling us to confirm the receipt of their faxes to us. it's irritating because they seem to call us to confirm our receipt of it during the transmission! it's not just a one time thing; it seems to be happening lots recently. today's going great so far. i was feeling pretty shitty earlier, but i'm aite's now. i got an oil change today (hopefully the last time i'll pay someone else to do it for me), and they told me several leaks i have, and broken reservoirs, and things like that. i think that once i get my loan checks i'm gettting a new car. you think there are morrissey bobble-heads? joe strummer liked elvis. "punk rock" is a stupid goddam marketing scheme. anytime some journalist want to describe artist or something, they have to mention something like, "he was up until the acceptablly punk time of 2:30 am." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:54 PM |
