World Full of Nothing

Burfday

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 08:18:04 GMT

I am now officially no longer in my "mid-twenties" and have moved into "late-twenties".

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 07:43:27 GMT

I know I already did the 5 things but I got another 5 from my friend teflonshugenja and I figured what the hell. Here we go!

laughter
games
food
apathy
friendship

Laughter - I couldn't possibly imagine my life without laughter. While it may not always be the best medicine, it's hard to feel bad while you're laughing. Whether I'm the one causing it or I'm the one cracking up, I always feel the most at ease when there are laughs to be had. I've been told before that I don't take things seriously but that isn't entirely true. I can focus on something that is very serious but that doesn't mean that I can't make laugh about it. I'm a firm believer that there isn't a subject that's off limits to joke about.

Games - I love games from both an intellectual and an emotional stand-point. Intellectually because I love figuring a game out. I enjoy finding ways to make it work and creatively interpreting things within the game. It's fun to see what boundaries you can press within a system and how certain aspects of a game interact with others. It's also great to see how other people respond to playing the same game. Seeing their strategies and ideas.

Emotionally, I just love playing games. I come from a highly competitive family but we were able to strike that delicate balance between really wanting to win and not being a huge douche canoe about it. While I enjoy winning, it actually playing the game that makes me happy. I can have just as much on the losing end of a game as the winning. I like the highs and lows of games and the competition heightens it. It's like sports for out-of-shape people.

Food - I'm very picky about my food and am only slightly ashamed to admit that I don't really enjoy trying new things. That being said, I find food to be one of the great socializing excuses I have. It's easier for me to say "Hey, let's go get something to eat" than it is to say "Hey, let's hang out" for some reason. I think it's safer, emotionally, because then the person can decline your invitation but it doesn't have to be them going "I don't want to be around you" but rather "I'm not in the mood to get something to eat." This generally means I end up spending a good chunk of money going out to eat though.

Apathy - I have worked long and hard to become the apathetic bastard you see today. Some of it is due to my already passive nature. For certain things like where to go or what to do, I am apathetic because it really doesn't matter to me. I am easy going and the point of doing anything would be to hang out with my friends anyway so it doesn't really matter. The other part of it is more from being pretty consistently teased as a kid. I decided that I just wouldn't care what people thought. That generally caused me to care less and less about more and more. I'm better now than I was a few years ago but I still find it really hard to give a damn a lot of the time.

Friendship - My friends are one of the very most important things to me. I've always believed more in having true, deep friendships with a few close people rather than just superficially being friends with a whole lot of them. The friends I have shape who I am and how I interact with others. They are the reason that I get out of bed in the morning and go to work; so that I can have the money to have fun with them later. Life is better when you have people there to share it with and I am always thankful that I have the friends I do.

My Heroic Return to LJ: A Meme

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 07:14:54 GMT

So this is the 5 things meme where you read this post and comment and I'll tell you 5 of the things I closely associate with you and you take those back to your journal and write about them. Here are the ones got from my sis.

Hugs
Road Trips
Laughter
Tenderhearted
Loyal

Hugs - I love hugs. I enjoy giving them and getting them. I grew up in a household that was very loving and I generally express my affection for others with physical actions rather than words or tokens. Whether it is with family, close friends or someone I'm dating; an amount of physical contact is very important. When I hug someone I love, I put my entire self into it. A hug isn't just about putting your arms around someone. It's about being close to them. Getting the right amount of squeeze to it so that it's comforting and not constricting.

Road Trips - Oddly enough, I haven't gone on enough actual road trips. I have driven by myself all over the damn place but I haven't gotten to go someplace with someone else very often. I loved the mini road trip a couple years ago where it was me and my sisters driving from Illinois to Minnesota. I totally want to do something like that but actually me be able to drive it this time.

I have the odd ability to just drive for a really long time. I normally really love driving and when driving over an extended period of time, I am very focused. I don't really stop unless i need gas. I'll eat and go to the restroom at the gas station and then I'm off again until I need to get more gas. If I actually had someone else with me, I might end up enjoy the places I was driving through instead of my trips being moving scenery and then the destination.

Laughter - My humor has always been my best asset. I've used laughter as a weapon, a defense and a social tool. Since I was never the toughest or the most athletic or the best looking or the most outgoing, I think I developed the ability to make people laugh as a defense mechanism. It's hard for people to make fun of you if you are beating them to the punch.

You can also tell a lot about someone by what they laugh at. Now it's sort of an unconscious thing where I will be very quiet when I first meet someone because I am gauging what they find funny. Once I get a handle on their sense of humor, I immediately become much more talkative. Even taking on some of their mannerisms and turns-of-phrase in the process. I love making people laugh and being able to do so as effectively as possible is key.

Tenderhearted - There's a question on the Myers/Briggs personality test of "Which is worse: Being hardheaded or tenderhearted" and I always choose tenderhearted. Caring about things is hard. Which is why I try my damnedest to not. Apathy is much easier than feeling for things. Doesn't generally work out though. I hurt when those close to me are in pain. I cry when they are sad. I cheer when they're happy.

Tenderhearted really isn't a word I would normally think of to associate myself with, which is why I enjoy this meme. While it does apply in some ways, I feel odd about it. As I said, I am very empathic and can be effected emotionally by many things. Then, sometimes, things that seem tragic or sad will have no impact on me.

Loyal - I take my friendships and the commitments I make very seriously. If one of my friends needs something, I will be there to help them. Emotionally, financially, or whatever. I try to do my best to make good by them. Which doesn't mean I'm a doormat but I still try my best to help those around me.

This also ends up spilling over into things like my job. I'm not even an employee to Sony and yet I will make suggestions to try to help make the company better or make the jobs of those around me easier. Also, and far nerdier, to my guild in WoW. Especially since I have one of the main tanking positions and it is so important to have at least 3 now, I feel obligated to be there even though it is just a game.

It's funny to me that depending on your interactions with me, the last two things here might be wildly different in your perception.

Well, that's new

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Sat, 13 Sep 2008 02:48:37 GMT

I like my job. And not in the way that I normally mean I like it as in "My job doesn't make me want to kill myself." I mean I actually enjoy what I am doing. I got a job through Sony doing customer support on their website through email and chat. I have long said that the job that I want most would be a cubicle job where I can sit on a computer all day and not have people bother me and I don't have to talk on the phone. That is this job.

We had our final quiz today to make sure we knew what to do in any situations. After that our teacher took everyone aside one-by-one to talk to them about the job. I am barely out of training and she was already talking about opportunities for me to be promoted and how much she is glad I am in the community chat group. It's nice when they actually single you out to congratulate you in training instead of to show how you are doing something wrong.

I am routinely the go to person that my co-workers have been going to if they have a quick question but instead of it being annoying, I feel good that they want to come to me. I am basically the person in charge for the late shift crew. It's nice to be appreciated in one's job.

I am pleased.

Writer's Block: Six-Word Story

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 07:40:26 GMT

Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. His response? “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” He is believed to have called it his greatest literary work ever. Can you write a story in six words?

Submitted By femspectre

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For Sale: Athletic Shoes. Never worn.

Indiana Jones - Movie Rant

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Sat, 14 Jun 2008 18:57:01 GMT

****SPOILER ALERT**** ****SPOILER ALERT**** ****SPOILER ALERT**** ****SPOILER ALERT****

I have to give away details in the review because it is in the details that my anger towards this movie lies. Yes, I will start off by saying that this movie actually made me pissed off at it. Probably because I love the rest of the franchise so much. The problem is, the movie was just bad. Not even like Temple of Doom, "bad for an Indy movie" bad. It was just, on its own, a not very good film. It seemed like somebody described what an Indiana Jones movie was like to a person that had never seen it before and then they tried to recreate it.

First off, you have an opening scene of kids driving around that has literally nothing to do with the movie and doesn't even get used to "set tone" or "establish a character" outside of finding out that the commie driver apparently likes to race but we will never see this commie driver again for the rest of the movie and now we have caused what should have been an opening 20 second establishing intro for a military caravan into a several minute pointless opening scene. Also, CGI groundhogs for no fucking reason. Thanks for that guys. Your random CGI animals have added so much to this already pointless scene.

We then get the commies arriving on base and tricking/killing the gate guards and then removing Indy from a trunk at the base. This was actually pretty cool so far and I was ready to forgive the opening shenanigans. It is important to note that Cate Blanchett's soviet villain is psychic and apparently can only control her mind-reading through her bare hand, since she removes and then puts back on a glove when trying to mind-read Indy. The reason this is important to note is because the writer apparently ENTIRELY FORGOT that he put that in the movie because it will NEVER come up again in the movie. There will be talk about psionic power but the cool gimmick for our villainess will not show up again.

Once they get inside Area 51 (yes I know), which was apparently only being guarded by 4 gate keepers and a handful of guards inside being that there was no alarm, no resistance to speak of, and the weapon testing that was going on still occurred even after the based was invaded, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Ahem. Anyway, the Ruskies try to find a highly magnetic box in a warehouse. How magnetic? Why throwing gun powder into the air will cause the metal in the powder to fly towards the box, even when all the way across a giant storage facility. That's pretty powerful. And when they find it, even while in its container still, it causes things to leap out and stick to it. It will from then on only actually have a magnetic effect if it would be plot convenient. The soldiers' guns don't get tugged toward it. Random metal things are unaffected while something the exact same size right next to it flys toward it and so on. This is just my own pet peeve for things like this in movies though.

After this, Indiana Jones escapes and then survives a nuclear bomb by hiding in a refridgerator. Wait, did I actually just type that? Yes. This is going to set the tone for the film. Everything has gotten ridiculously overblown. In the first films, the escape scene would have been sufficient and then we could have skipped to the scene of his interrogation by the FBI. But not now! We have this huge budget! LET'S SET OFF AN A-BOMB! WOOOOOOOO! I realize I have spent a lot of time going over the beginning of the film but that's just to show you exactly how the rest of the film was. It actually follows the opening exactly. Pointless scene -> Maybe cool -> Throw away scene -> Roll Eyes -> Neat action -> Adding CGI and FX to the neat action to make it stupid.

I will quickly go over the things I did enjoy about the rest of the film and then finish off with more of the things I didn't. Like a hate sandwich. Anyway, all the supporting good guys were pretty much great. Shia LaBeowulf does a good job as Indy's kid. Karen Allen's return as Marian Ravenwood from the original Raiders of the Lost Ark movie is so well done and she does a great job. John Hurt plays a very convincing crazy dude. There were also some very Indy moments that I enjoyed, such as the graverobbing scene and the motorcycle chase. However, it was these scenes that caused me to hate the rest of it so much since there was still that glimmer of what was. If the whole movie had been stupid, I could have just written it off. Oh well.

Back to the hate. The double-triple crossing bad guy, Ray Winstone, can act but is given no motivation beyond being kind of greedy. His death at the end is like the rest of the film; pointless, stupid, and with a bunch of CGI. Anyway, the main plot is this. Aliens have magnetic, crystal skeletons that can still use psychic powers after they die. At some point, these aliens came down and taught some Amazonians how to farm and helped them build a super advanced society (which apparently degenerated after the aliens died into rock throwing savages). The soviets are trying to bring the skull back to where it was stolen because they think it will allow them to have super psychic awesomeness. The legend says that whoever returns the skull will be gifted with their power and/or treasure. Apparently, the gift is actually getting sucked into a portal or disintegrated by undead, psychic aliens from another dimension that have, I shit you not, an actual flying saucer.

I feel like I got tricked into seeing National Treasure 3: The Search for Spock. What the fuck? Seriously? Aliens? Indiana Jones has always been about religious artifacts and lower budget action scenes. If something blows up, it was probably a plane or a car or something. Now we have alien skulls, pseudo-science, Shia LaBeef swinging like Tarzan vine-to-vine in the jungle, and they can't even kill someone in an interesting way. We've seen melting nazis, guys getting their hearts ripped out and a guy aging hundreds of years in a matter of seconds. No such luck in this. I thought a guy was going to be eaten by ants at one point and was kind of hopeful but no, he gets carried off and dies off screen. The aliens seem to be contradictory. They were here to study our culture and help people and bring knowledge! Except they leave and destroy an entire treasure trove of historical artifacts (that they collected) and the entire region they helped to build. And their "gift" to the person that brought their friend's missing skull back? You get turned into dust (again, not in anyway awesome way just "poof"). Grats aliens.

I could say more but I have ranted enough. All-in-all, I give this movie a grade of D and my god have mercy on its soul.

Health

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 02:22:04 GMT

Tired of being Fatty McFatterson, the mayor of Fatsville in the grand nation of Lardonia; I have decided to actually try getting in shape. Step one was to get rid of all the crap that I had at home that was terrible for me. Step two was to go to the store and get a new and healthy assortment of foods. Nothing has made me feel more like an actual, honest-to-god adult like having a cart full of fruits and veggies and other assorted non-frozen dinner type things. Step three is getting back into exercising. I will nab my old weights from my parents this weekend and then, once I start getting the routine down, get a gym membership. I am excited.

You are freaking out...man

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 02:49:38 GMT

Today was fun </sarcasm>

So, I get into work a little late and sit at my desk around 9:15. Around 11 I realize that I am shaking. Not much but I am having little tremors. Then, about another hour or so, I realize I that my breaths have been coming in short gasps and I am well on my way to hyper-ventilating. "Oh shit", I suddenly realize,"I am having a panic attack." The second I realize what is happening to me, I start to freak out even more. I go into the bathroom and just sit in a stall and try to calm down for about 5-10 minutes. Once I get my shit together, I take lunch and just try to relax. Even after that, for another couple hours I will catch my hand shaking. I also think that I fucked my lower back up while I was having my attack.

Now, while I wasn't actively worried at the time this happened, I'm not dumb enough to think that recent events didn't influence it. Since I usually only get one of these a year, this will hopefully be the last time this happens for a while.

Damn.

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 06:00:11 GMT

Well, shit. Russ is moving out in a month. Come April 1st, I will need to either move out or find a new roommate. Neither of these is particularly appealing to me. If anyone knows someone really awesome and laid back that either wants to live in SD or is going to have a room to rent, lemme know. I really hate the idea of trawling through Craigslist.

Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 02:50:35 GMT

I think this Valentine's Day post is about the only regular thing I've done on this journal. Oddly enough, it's really something I look forward to. The topic of love always has something more in my brain. Anyway, it's time again for me to randomly write down what ever come to my mind when I think "love".

Love does not mean a relationship. Nor does a relationship mean love. This is nothing all that amazing and is, in fact, something that I have been well aware of for a while. It is only just now that I come to terms with the idea that love without a relationship is not a problem and a relationship without love is not a farce. Where the drama comes from is love without a relationship and without revelation of that love. A love hidden away is a love that is shameful and ashamed. Keeping love bottled up can be every bit as destructive as bottling away our anger or our hate. Love is made to be shared and there is no person worth loving that would deny you that love, even if it cannot be reciprocated.

Then there is the relationship without love. There is nothing wrong with that as, for the most part, all relationships start this way. Even a relationship with only one party in love with the other can be fine as long as there is honesty. If keeping your love unsaid is damaging, then confessing love that isn't real is damning. Staying in a loveless relationship is one thing but lying about the presence of love is another entirely. A loveless relationship can still be one of fun and pleasure. A relationship of false love is invariably one built on deceit, denial, and some other de- word I can't think of.

I will do my best to remember this: Live life loving every chance you get. Love honestly. Love openly. Love often. Love isn't all you need but it can certainly be enough sometimes.

A little Gaiman reference

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Tue, 05 Feb 2008 19:22:05 GMT

Killing Yourself to Live

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 16:40:54 GMT

"We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It's easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven't even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you'll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there's still one more tier to all this; there is always one person who you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. You will remember having conversations with this person that never actually happened. You will recall sexual trysts with this person that never technically occured. This is because the individual who embodies your personal definition of love does not really exist. The person is real, and the feelings are real--but you create the context. And context is everything. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they're often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else."

Top 100 Fundamentalist Quotes

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 10:01:51 GMT

Thanks internet! This website has a wonderful compilation of quotes from fundamentalist christians writing on message boards and what not. Some highlights include:

"Gravity: Doesn't exist. If items of mass had any impact of others, then mountains should have people orbiting them. Or the space shuttle in space should have the astronauts orbiting it. Of course, that's just the tip of the gravity myth. Think about it. Scientists want us to believe that the sun has a gravitation pull strong enough to keep a planet like neptune or pluto in orbit, but then it's not strong enough to keep the moon in orbit? Why is that? What I believe is going on here is this: These objects in space have yet to receive mans touch, and thus have no sin to weigh them down. This isn't the case for earth, where we see the impact of transfered sin to material objects. The more sin, the heavier something is."

I guess the mountains and oceans did some seriously fucked-up sinning.

"Everyone knows scientists insist on using complex terminology to make it harder for True Christians to refute their claims.
Deoxyribonucleic Acid, for example... sounds impressive, right? But have you ever seen what happens if you put something in acid? It dissolves! If we had all this acid in our cells, we'd all dissolve! So much for the Theory of Evolution, Check MATE!"

I'm melting. Melllltiiinnnngggg.

"If the Bible is wrong when it tells us it is infallible, then it contradicts itself. If it contradicts itself, then it is unreliable. If it is unreliable, then our faith is totally shattered and Christianity is a lie. You need to seriously reconsider your logic."

Oh, you were so close!

"No one knows what's happening until the flood comes (according to Matthew). And the flood is here - it refers to the apocalypse. There is a huge amount of supporting evidence on the site. For example, there is evidence for the wh0re of Babylon due to a 666 mile long penis in Mexico."

Holy shit, how did I not hear about this?

Playing on repeat

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Fri, 25 Jan 2008 13:27:11 GMT

One of those nights where I couldn't sleep. Too much to think about and yet still wanting to avoid thinking about it. It seems that's been a lot of what my life has been over the past weeks. Avoidance of responsibilities, confrontations, finances, work, life. I fill up as much time as I can with frivolousness and yet the more time that I fill with it, the more time it seems I have to fill. Until it seems that all my time is made of nothing but distraction. With such a short time given to me, I feel I should be doing so much more and yet I have no idea how to make it happen. I think it's just that part of me that feels it's so unfair that I can't just see the things I want to see. Go where I want. See the people I choose. Always it comes down to money and you have to work for money and that takes all that time you could spend living and turns it into time spent doing something you hate for something that has no meaning so you can trade it for a fleeting glimpse of what life should be.

The part that I hate more than anything is that I will continue to do this. I will go right on dicking around online, playing games, and trying to do anything in my power to not have to face the fact that I am slowly losing control. I don't know how to change myself and yet I hate the idea of needing help.

Union Man

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 23:49:18 GMT

I am now a proud member of the Carpenter's Union Local 2361.

Photomemory: Midnight Water

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Sat, 19 Jan 2008 11:55:44 GMT

And you thought I abandoned doing this. For shame. Just because it's been almost 2 months. Pshaw. Anyway.

Midnight Water

It's the middle of the goddamn night. I don't care if it is Southern California. It is the middle of the goddamn night and I am wearing shorts. Fucking shorts. They don't even go to my knees. They are short. For some reason, I have an aversion to pants at this point in my life. We are out for one of our many walks around my neighborhood. Me, Lil' Jake, Chris, Derek, and (not pictured) Big Jake. We might go to the park, or the Taco Bell or any number of walkable places. There is a Watermill Express in the parking lot for the Stater Bros. grocery store near my house. Every single time we walk by that thing we press the buttons. This time, water came out. Chris, of course, was the first to start throwing the water at others, laughing in that goblin-like manic way of his. We fought back with more water and there we were. A bunch of nerdy high school sophomores throwing water at each other in the dead of night in a parking lot. And I am wearing goddamn shorts.

Photomemory: Dancing at the Crossroads

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 12:59:10 GMT

When one is a Lutheran youth, it is amazing how many summer memories you have of being at Lutheran Youth gatherings. Also, I wish I had a scanner so I could put these pictures with the writing. Anyway, on with the second installment.

"Dancing at the Crossroads"

St. Louis, Missouri. July 6th, 2000. Jerry is wearing his big Mad Hatter hat which currently has shit plastered all over it like a Hard Rock Cafe pamphlet you find at hotel desks, a playing card, the program for the gathering, and much more. Not to be outdone, I have cut out the Quizno's label from a cup and pinned it to my own cap. The blue from the cup matches the hat so they almost blend. Why I would rather people think I was wearing a Quizno's cap? Well, who knows. We both have on our floral hawaiian shirts for some reason and are sitting on a monorail coming back to the hotel from going to the gathering. At one of the stops, the people from the Cardinals game get on. Or at least the ones that can fit do. The train is packed to capacity with Lutherans and Baseball fans. Sadly, the Cardinals had just lost and most of the fans were fairly mopey.

At this point, we have been singing for a good part of the day at the gathering and then all the way to and on the train. Mostly being led by me and this guy from a Minnesota youth group. We sing anything we know the lyrics to and some things we don't. Earlier a woman had come up to us and told us to be quiet and let everyone ride in peace. We were silent for a second before I started singing "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands" with a special verse of "He's got the grumpy lady at the front of the tram in His hands". I got applause from the entire car. Except, of course, for the grumpy lady at the front of the tram. After a few fun random songs for the Cardinals fans, we lead the entire car in a sing-a-long of Take Me Out to the Ball Game. We ask if anyone has any requests and a man comes up to me with his very young son and asks if any of us could sing him the Pokemon theme song. Sadly, yes. Yes I can. For my brilliant rendition of the Pokemon theme, the man gives me a dollar and the little boy claps. I like to think that for what would have normally been an average, quiet ride back to cars and homes for these people, we added some unexpected joy. This might very well be my karaoke root.

A return to the memory

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Fri, 30 Nov 2007 12:22:06 GMT

I found a wealth of old pictures of mine at my parent's house. They have me thinking and I want to do a memory for each of these. I'll start with this.

"July 1999. Luthren Boys + Me @ pain in the grass"

It is Saturday, July 3rd. Sitting on the grass in the park, band after band comes up to play a couple songs while the tents in the back sell their homemade CDs. One of the bands is named Instant Guru. They're just two guys and one of their songs includes a kazoo solo. I buy the CD. I sit next to Aaron and pet a dog that belongs to a girl we haven't known for more than a day or so. We are here with her and her friends because sitting in a park, listening to music and enjoying a summer evening in Seattle sounds much, much better than anything else we could be doing at the youth gathering. This girl that has dragged us into her world for only a few brief days has a birthday coming up. Her friend has a hedgehog for a pet. I borrow her silly, over-sized glasses and make a retarded face for the camera. In the years to come, I will forget her name. I will forget her friends. I wont forget that for the first time, I let myself be dragged into an adventure and I loved every second of it. I wont forget the seething anger I felt at their mistreatment. Often, I will think about going back to Seattle and seeing if those concerts are still happening. I wonder if maybe I wont go there and watch a silly local band and see a girl there with an old golden retriever. I wonder if she still has the necklace I gave her for her birthday; a rune I picked up in New Orleans that meant Strength. I wonder if she ever thinks back on those few days in July, 1999 and thinks "I wonder what ever happened to those boys." I don't have the CD from Instant Guru anymore. I don't have anything from that trip except a picture sent to me by that girl. I never kept in touch. All I have is one picture. "July 1999. Luthren Boys + Me @ pain in the grass".

Good News, Bad News

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Tue, 20 Nov 2007 06:33:15 GMT

Good News - My computer no longer has a virus!
Bad News - This is because I reformatted my computer.

All my music, games, videos, applications, pictures, and so on. All gone. Weep for me. Or burn me discs of stuff so I can rebuild what once was.

Well, shit

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 00:32:36 GMT

So I find out today from my boss that apparently the company doesn't really have anything lined up for the next three weeks as far as work goes. While we should have had plenty to keep us busy, no less than three separate jobs have been fucked. Which means that I am pretty well and totally fucked. I will most likely have to borrow money from my folks; something I hate to do with a severe intensity. God. Dammit.

Dyed it

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Sat, 22 Sep 2007 07:01:52 GMT

Blonde!

Blue!

I have lost it

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 03:02:12 GMT

I am going to dye my hair blue. Tonight I make it blonde. Tomorrow, I make it blue. Such a terrible idea. I am so excited.

Career Meme

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Sat, 15 Sep 2007 18:54:02 GMT

* http://www.careercruising.com/
* Username: nycareers, Password: landmark
* Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
* Post the top fifteen results.

1.Sport Psychology Consultant
2.Humanitarian Aid Worker
3.Actor
4.Special Effects Technician
5.Industrial-Organizational Psychologist
6.Costume Designer
7.Makeup Artist
8.Comedian
9.Casting Director
10.Musician
11.Truck Driver
12.Psychologist
13.Composer
14.Genetic Counselor
15.Rehabilitation Counselor

Alright, then

So tired

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Sat, 15 Sep 2007 01:57:04 GMT

Hooray! I get a weekend. Working construction is tiring enough but when you work 11 days straight without a day off, you begin to barely even have the energy to move after a few hours on the job. Not to mention I've only been in my actual bed maybe 6 out of the past 14 days. Oy. Good to be home and have nothing to do.

We hardly knew ye

grnegsnspm@aol.com — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 21:10:40 GMT

I shaved off the goatee. Only time will tell if I will once again return to my facial hair ways.