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I purged the last few entries because I feel like I'm giving off a "douche bag" vibe.

This isn't who I want to be.

That being said, I applied to some jobs today. It's mostly hustle work, which is probably the best I can do at the moment. I want a job like anything. I'm willing to sell my teeth. I'm also abundently bored. I want to move out so much.

On the contrary: I don't mind the free room and food at the moment. Sure, I'd love to be totally self-sufficient, but I do welcome the change. Oh yeah, I also appreciate the ability to live scott free for now.



I was kicking ass at SMB 64 at Dave's yesterday, and I glitched. I got stuck in the wall forever. Mario was perpetually stuck in his "falling" animation. This video is necessary. If you can't stand Scatman John, I suggest muting. I can't help it since Youtubers who post video game crap typically have terrible tastes in music. It was either this or some generic nu metal Slipshit shit. At least this song is somewhat fitting, since it's pretty much a "blooper reel".

I digress. I was on star 12 or so, after acing the first two levels, and then the game gods obviously wanted me to move no further... Or they were trying to tell me it was a nice day, and that I should obviously go play outside.



Today was very sunny. I welcome the change. I can't wait for global warming to sink us under water. We can make an island out of those pool chair rafts and pass out in the hot sun. Cancer is nothing. Nor is the task of importing drugs from our neighbors of the great white north.

This rendition was performed at a Hockey rink, and you can tell. It actually sounds pretty sweet for a bad bootleg video in a usually bad venue in terms of music performance.

I caught a good amount of the address tonight. I'm drinking the Kool-Aid. On that note:



Change smells good.
Drop The People's Elbow on Ted DiBiase.
G'night.

Full Frontal Brutality

Given the time of the year, ginko baloba, and having too much time on my hands I have developed a new hobby. I will give you a hint. It is not made of bubblegum, and it is in the image frame above. I love riding Mr. bike for the reason that I can put on some headphones and completely detach from reality for an hour. Releasing built up anxiety and nervous energy suits well with me during these ghastly winter months. It is also a slight cure for restlessness.

My uncle is coming over to electrify the house. He can harness lightning like Thor, the all mighty Zeus (or Jupiter for you Roman thieves), or Franklin/Edison. I haven't seen him in a few years.

Tomorrow should be amusing. I plan on going to Somerville to drink my think away while watching Fear of a Black Hat with Dan, and maybe more. It should be fun.

I received a few information packets about graduate studies at various local universities. I'm a little overwhelmed with the thought of starting grad school so soon. I really need some work before I can even think of such a thing. Maybe I should assess my options, and look into some loans. I need a fucking car like anything. I also need to live in a locale with a pulse. Billerica is pretty dead. Or, if not dead, Billerica is like that girl on Passions who has been in a coma for the past three seasons. Part of you wants to hold out some hope, but deep down you understand that no matter what you do there is zero chance for resuscitation. If off chance she were to awake she'd be a vegetable; a burden to her family who were too selfish to just let her go, and now must treat her every need. I guess letting go is hard for some people. Rationality torpedoes out the window when the heart is involved with important decisions.

The following is a list of things I want to do, and an excuse to use bullet points:

• Land a super cool job that involves smoking a lot of pot, creating mock-ups in my underwear, and putting old folks in their place: the nursing home. We have square bagels, grandpa!
• Move the fuck out of Billerica, and find awesome roommates who like to cut things out of construction paper and paste them to Lacey's stupid fucking face on Rock of Love Charm School.
• Maybe... MAYBE challenge myself to go vegan. Why the hell not?
• Get a car for those "sticky situations".
• Learn how to play the guitar well, and not awkward, alone, and sloppy like it comes across at this time.
• Give up smoking cigarettes... Ha... Wait, yeah right.
• Have expendable income/buy a Wii, splurge on books and records.
• Potentially change my bank branch.
• Pay that dreadful Comcast balance from moons ago. I swear I'm close to losing a toe.
• Go back to school so I can say "my degree is bigger than yours" when NOT talking about my penis.
• New clothes!!! For real! All of my sweatshirts that I love are starting to fall apart. I also hate most of the crap I own at the moment.
• Bring back LEGOS
• Make an "urban film".
• Diversify my friend pool (see above)
• Party like a rock star/develop a bad coke habit/get a slot on Intervention. If that hack from Days of the New can do it...
  
• Buy a new pair of glasses, and maybe prescription sunglasses, both of which require criminally large frames.
• Build a club house and an army of snowman

That's it for tonight. I'm glad y'all drink my kool aid. Party down the street on Saturday.

Something New, Kind of...

I want to switch things up a little bit. A few posts back I talked about my acquiring of Power Rangers episodes. It has inspired me to put forth a weekly or biweekly entry devoted to some sort of pop culture form of expression that can be brilliant one moment, and completely ridiculous the next.

Guilty pleasure Tuesdays? Meh. It needs work, I think...

Without adieu:

(Mod vegans and ancient Greek re creationists: prepare to sway in a somewhat enthused manner.)



As of this moment, I dig this song. I can't put my finger on what exactly moves me about it...












The "Stop/Drop/Roll" part is golden. This "Planet Health" sounds like a euphoric experience.

4/20

four twenty two thousand nine

also four twenty-one two thousand nine

double feature

twenty bucks

who's going?

Hold your horses

Two of my favorite things.

Best Friend

She may be lacking in the thumbs department, rendering the possibility for her to perform various tasks [mostly] impossible.

She is my best friend. She listens to what I have to say at night. She curls up next to me, and chats when hungry.

I feel like a train hit me. I'd consider sleeping forever. Melatonin seems like a dependable sleep aid, but I will tell you it knocks you out negatively. Meaning, any harbored feelings, no matter how small, are going to manifest into your dreams. You'll want to cut yourself when you wake up.

So, feelings aside, I love Falca Chloe Bear. I'm glad that we're together.

Release the Lid; Mighty Morphin' Thought Processes

Richie had the right idea when he released Mordecai to the sky above Archer Ave. Go forth and spread good will, wise bird. Regain your independence. No matter how tattered or discolored your feathers become, you're bound to find your place among the land(s).

I heard that it was going to snow again tonight. What a fucking cop out. I walked a few miles today, and I was apparently spoiled by the baking sun. I think I might buy a case of beer.

currently downloading:
That's right. The first two seasons in all their glory for my viewing pleasure are currently queued and ready to roll. I think this further solidifies my geekdom. I always found the racial insensitivity astounding, being that Zach was the black ranger and Trini was the yellow ranger. Oh, and let us not rule out the misogynistic undertones. Kimberly was the pink ranger, complete with a stupid skirt in an attempt to differentiate her gender from the others, which brings up another bone to pick; Trini was female, and she lacked a skirt. Was Saban so bold as to imply that viewers should regard only Anglo-European women as "sexy"? Or was Trini, perhaps, not cool with the skirt idea when they were "picking outfits"? Let's face the facts. Kimberly was a bombshell to any eight year old boy. She was also the prototypical California girl (pre-Paris Hilton), who loved to rock side ponytails and Diadora gear. She would be totally down with a skirt, I suppose, while Trini was an introverted, confident ass kicker. No skirt was required to show that she had moves (and hips). Kimberly's pink bow and arrow win over Trini's yellow daggers any day, however. Zach's huge fucking axe takes the cake.

I can't wait to shovel my brains out.

You don't even like Feetball! I'm the #1 Super-Fan!

Let me start by making it known that this is how we looked last night:



Fucking Arizona... Evan and I had so much faith in them; meaning, we're both turning tricks on the corner for a sandwich nowadays after gambling everything away. The sharks are coming for my teeth as we speak.

P.S. I might move to Europe. I'm not kidding.

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