Today I woke up at like 1:30 when James from New York Adorned called to confirm my appointment with Virginia Elwood tomorrow. I stayed in bed, eventually fell back asleep until about 3:30 or 4, and immediately stole Furman's space heater. That's not true, it took me a while to get out of bed because it was so damn cold, but as soon as I was out of bed I stole it.
I have been back in bed since that point, being warm, and debating what I should do. I've got my computer, full of all the music I stole from Sean after losing all of mine. I just sit with shuffle, skipping track after track trying to find something I want to listen to. I've found a bunch of new bands that I like, Have Heart, Polar Bear Club, Bear vs Shark, Between the buried and me, yada yada. Today though my shuffle threw some Kelly Clarkson at me. Yeah, I stole it from Sean, but I'm not ashamed to say I didn't delete it. It was some song I haven't heard, and I was like, "whoa, no way!" and pushed skip. But then I went back....and found "Since you've been gone." And yeah, it was a pretty good time.
I almost got up and went to Life Cafe for lunch and a bloody mary(Im addicted to those from work), but instead I decided it would be a better idea for me to just go shopping and buy some food of my own. That way I wouldn't have to buy myself lunch and dinner everynight. Thats the right idea, I just haven't gotten out of bed yet.
I feel like I should do something productive. If I stay in bed, I could write, or read. That's productive, right?
I need a bookshelf. But that would be a hassle.
I think I might try to get some time off this month, since I'm hardly working anyway. I don't know if it will be possible, but I'll try. I'd like to go spend a few days in Orono with some friends. Maybe I could talk Kathryn in to picking me up from the bus station. That would be rad.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Boredom Block
Any of you use myspace? Probably, I know it was the weed to my drug problem I call the internet, a gateway site. Well, anyway, you know those "Need a Girlfriend?" adds? The ones with the hot young girl, doing nothing but looking like a hot young girl. Yeah, those ones. Those adds are fantastic. Whoever does the casting for those photos in awesome.
All the girls used are so fucking typical, they look just like all your friends, only hotter. She looks just like that girl you met at the bar the other night, or at least what your beer goggles told you she looked like. Chances are when you look at the add, you see the girl and it looks just like whatshername, only kind of better(probably only because shes just a photo on the internet, and therefore less annoying).
I'm really only blogging to get some words out. I went to write something (not a blog) and it just wouldn't come out. I more or less have the idea, I know what I want to write, it's just not happening. How I wrote before was different, something come to me very all of the sudden, usually last minute, and I would just sit down and write pages and pages in not time at all, and then go back and edit it later. I ALWAYS wrote better under pressure. Maybe it's the lack of due dates and assignments that's slowing me down. Maybe it's just that I can't take what someone tells me to write so loosely that it hardly even counts, but then, oh, it still does.
I had a Writers of Maine(it's a state) class once, and the teacher told us to write about what wilderness meant to us. This was right around the time I no longer saw trees as living things, but objects to hang myself from(I didn't write about that). So I wrote about New York, and sidewalks, four lane roads, brick buildings, carfully constructed concrete, all the busy people, blah blah blah. I wrote about how I had grown so sick of my surroundings and my idea of wilderness had changed to the city. The only time I mentioned actual plants and green things was during the part detailing the change of scenery that took place on the bus ride out of Maine. My teahcer hated it, completely. Told me I missed the point, and basically did it wrong. Meaning, I didn't write about how beautiful the foot and a half of snow outside was. But I argued my point, which was more or less a verbal bulleted list of the main points that my paper shared in detail. She gave me a good grade, but I think she disliked me as a person from that point on. I was pleased with myself.
I think I'll read now.
All the girls used are so fucking typical, they look just like all your friends, only hotter. She looks just like that girl you met at the bar the other night, or at least what your beer goggles told you she looked like. Chances are when you look at the add, you see the girl and it looks just like whatshername, only kind of better(probably only because shes just a photo on the internet, and therefore less annoying).
I'm really only blogging to get some words out. I went to write something (not a blog) and it just wouldn't come out. I more or less have the idea, I know what I want to write, it's just not happening. How I wrote before was different, something come to me very all of the sudden, usually last minute, and I would just sit down and write pages and pages in not time at all, and then go back and edit it later. I ALWAYS wrote better under pressure. Maybe it's the lack of due dates and assignments that's slowing me down. Maybe it's just that I can't take what someone tells me to write so loosely that it hardly even counts, but then, oh, it still does.
I had a Writers of Maine(it's a state) class once, and the teacher told us to write about what wilderness meant to us. This was right around the time I no longer saw trees as living things, but objects to hang myself from(I didn't write about that). So I wrote about New York, and sidewalks, four lane roads, brick buildings, carfully constructed concrete, all the busy people, blah blah blah. I wrote about how I had grown so sick of my surroundings and my idea of wilderness had changed to the city. The only time I mentioned actual plants and green things was during the part detailing the change of scenery that took place on the bus ride out of Maine. My teahcer hated it, completely. Told me I missed the point, and basically did it wrong. Meaning, I didn't write about how beautiful the foot and a half of snow outside was. But I argued my point, which was more or less a verbal bulleted list of the main points that my paper shared in detail. She gave me a good grade, but I think she disliked me as a person from that point on. I was pleased with myself.
I think I'll read now.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Wake up, smoke crack, name your kid
What happens to people when they name their kids? Some people lose at this game, for real. Names are important, parents are giving it to their kid for his/her whole damn life, so why are their so many shitty names out their? There are a good amount of really great names out their, the classics, why fuck with those?
Peter
James
Patrick
(yes, my parents did a pretty good job with my names)
John
Daniel
Samantha
Brianna
Jeniffer
Caitlin
Sarah
Catherine
Those are all good ole' classic names. Granted, that's not a lot of names to go around, but there are so many more out there. Not enough apparently. People need to just stop making up their own names, someone did it a very long time ago and they did it right. Now people are just mixing shit up. Combining names. I swear people just put names in a hat, draw two, and then mash them together to form one new name. Fuck that.
Jennica(sorry if this is your name), are you serious? Jessica, and Jennifer. What the fuck was wrong with just one of those names? Her parents had to have both, greed. I guess it's a good thing she wasn't named Jessifer, save that for the next kid.
Ashley-lynn. Okay, this one is actually a really cute name, if I added the lynn to the end to show affection to a friend, not because it was actually supposed to be there. As I said, I really do like this one, but I have to hate it on principle. I dislike all hyphenated names(taking two last names is dumb). Adding lynn to an existing name does not make it a new name, just throw lynn in as a middle name, problem solved. The same goes for Ann. Anne is a fine name on it's own, it does not need to be stuck on the end of some other name.
Spelling is another thing, changing the spelling of well spelled names is just stupid. Kaycie? Really? Why would you do that?
I also believe that people should not be named after states(except maybe Virginia). Montana? Come on. You want to name your kid after a big chunk of land. I swear, the next person I meet will probably be named North Dakota. NoDak might be a cool nickname.
I suppose it could be worse. Kids named America, or Vegetarian, Apple(shit, that already happened). People will soon start mixing all the things I talked about together, Jenakota-lynn. Oh the possibilities.
I think there is a reason strippers have stripper names, why name your kid one of those?
I feel like I'm being unfair though, only showing terrible female names, I just haven't really ever run into anyone named Johiel, or Patrer. If I do though, I'll be sure to let you know. I'm sure there are plenty of just as terrible male names out there, I just don't know them. I'm not a huge fan of Toby.
Peter
James
Patrick
(yes, my parents did a pretty good job with my names)
John
Daniel
Samantha
Brianna
Jeniffer
Caitlin
Sarah
Catherine
Those are all good ole' classic names. Granted, that's not a lot of names to go around, but there are so many more out there. Not enough apparently. People need to just stop making up their own names, someone did it a very long time ago and they did it right. Now people are just mixing shit up. Combining names. I swear people just put names in a hat, draw two, and then mash them together to form one new name. Fuck that.
Jennica(sorry if this is your name), are you serious? Jessica, and Jennifer. What the fuck was wrong with just one of those names? Her parents had to have both, greed. I guess it's a good thing she wasn't named Jessifer, save that for the next kid.
Ashley-lynn. Okay, this one is actually a really cute name, if I added the lynn to the end to show affection to a friend, not because it was actually supposed to be there. As I said, I really do like this one, but I have to hate it on principle. I dislike all hyphenated names(taking two last names is dumb). Adding lynn to an existing name does not make it a new name, just throw lynn in as a middle name, problem solved. The same goes for Ann. Anne is a fine name on it's own, it does not need to be stuck on the end of some other name.
Spelling is another thing, changing the spelling of well spelled names is just stupid. Kaycie? Really? Why would you do that?
I also believe that people should not be named after states(except maybe Virginia). Montana? Come on. You want to name your kid after a big chunk of land. I swear, the next person I meet will probably be named North Dakota. NoDak might be a cool nickname.
I suppose it could be worse. Kids named America, or Vegetarian, Apple(shit, that already happened). People will soon start mixing all the things I talked about together, Jenakota-lynn. Oh the possibilities.
I think there is a reason strippers have stripper names, why name your kid one of those?
I feel like I'm being unfair though, only showing terrible female names, I just haven't really ever run into anyone named Johiel, or Patrer. If I do though, I'll be sure to let you know. I'm sure there are plenty of just as terrible male names out there, I just don't know them. I'm not a huge fan of Toby.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Here they come, ten thousand strong
Today blew, in an epic sort of blowing way. The kind where you have things to do, things you want to get accomplished, and then when you do them you feel let down.
Last night I worked over-night, as my new recession based schedule demands, and didn't get home until about 8AM. At this point I had to wait around until 9ish for an electrician to come fix our broken half of the apt. He came around 10. To stay for all of 30 seconds, and show me how easy it would have been to fix myself. It apparently does not take much electrical knowledge to push a switch, it does however require baggy pants and some fresh white D&G eye glasses. A pretty cool flat rimmed hat as well, for kicks. Oh man, dont get me started on the kicks. Thanks, I guess.
I went to bed at the point, I at least got in bed, for a nap before returning to work. Yes, I had to be back at work at 2pm for a "mandatory full staff meeting" where all the goals and such for the new year would be addressed. knowing that no meeting I have ever attended started on time, I slept(napped) a little late, and took my time getting on my way. I show up only a minute or two late, but I have no idea where in the building the meeting is. They didn't tell anyone until the day of, and since it had already started there really wasn't anyone for me to ask. I had to wait for someone who was later than I was(who somehow just knew where it was). I show up maybe 2:05, the meeting is under way. Literally 5 minutes later, the meeting is over. I was later informed that I showed up just about as it started too. During my time at this meeting I was informed that we should continue to do our jobs well, and that we are getting new T.V.s for the rooms. Mind-fuck. Are you serious? What am I doing here? Have you ever heard of a bulletin board? No meeting required. Here is an example of how this meeting could have been avoided altogether.
-Do you jobs well!
-We're getting new T.V.s, don't fucking break them.
-Don't break anything else either, we have very little money.
Ah, fuck it. I wanted to come into the city anyway, and I probably would not have done this if I was not required to. I set up an appointment with Virginia Elwood to get some script tattooed on my chest. "Words wont save your life." It's a Hold Steady lyric, and I like it. That's about all there is to it, I think it fits me(that whole writer thing). That is seriously the closet thing to meaning any of my tattoos will have thus far. Unless you count my "eat meat" zombie tattoo. I don't like vegetarians much.
But anyway, so I made the appointment. I made my deposit to ensure that I would indeed come to it. And then I asked how much. The deposit was $100, so I asked the assistant that helped me if that was the hourly rate. No, it is not. The shop price is $180 and hour. But she was unsure how much the tattoo would cost, Virginia will tell me when she draws it up. Despite my confusion over an hourly rate, a booked 2 hour session, and someone still telling they wouldn't know how much it cost until later, I moved on. This tattoo has proved to be stupid in the way that I want to get it done, and it's harder than it should be. Mainly due to really good tattoo artists are really hard to get time with, and I'm really fucking lazy.
But seriously, I haven't paid shop prices in so freaking long. The zombie on my leg, and my ribs are the only ones. Which both worked out to be about $100 an hour. But seriously, $180 an hour? Who are you, Tim Kern? I think not.
Whatever, I'm going to suck it up and just get it done. I feel like the I need a new tattoo, and it will be worth it in the end. I'll probably feel better, as new tattoos often suit my needs for change.
Today's events were just kind of pissing me off, it was probably the lack of sleep/coffee. So instead of going to do the rest of the things I wanted to do(buy comics/new books) I just went home, had some coffee and lunch, and went to bed. At 8pm I awoke to write this awesome piece of post teen angst, and I will soon go to work yet another overnight. Blow hard.
Last night I worked over-night, as my new recession based schedule demands, and didn't get home until about 8AM. At this point I had to wait around until 9ish for an electrician to come fix our broken half of the apt. He came around 10. To stay for all of 30 seconds, and show me how easy it would have been to fix myself. It apparently does not take much electrical knowledge to push a switch, it does however require baggy pants and some fresh white D&G eye glasses. A pretty cool flat rimmed hat as well, for kicks. Oh man, dont get me started on the kicks. Thanks, I guess.
I went to bed at the point, I at least got in bed, for a nap before returning to work. Yes, I had to be back at work at 2pm for a "mandatory full staff meeting" where all the goals and such for the new year would be addressed. knowing that no meeting I have ever attended started on time, I slept(napped) a little late, and took my time getting on my way. I show up only a minute or two late, but I have no idea where in the building the meeting is. They didn't tell anyone until the day of, and since it had already started there really wasn't anyone for me to ask. I had to wait for someone who was later than I was(who somehow just knew where it was). I show up maybe 2:05, the meeting is under way. Literally 5 minutes later, the meeting is over. I was later informed that I showed up just about as it started too. During my time at this meeting I was informed that we should continue to do our jobs well, and that we are getting new T.V.s for the rooms. Mind-fuck. Are you serious? What am I doing here? Have you ever heard of a bulletin board? No meeting required. Here is an example of how this meeting could have been avoided altogether.
-Do you jobs well!
-We're getting new T.V.s, don't fucking break them.
-Don't break anything else either, we have very little money.
Ah, fuck it. I wanted to come into the city anyway, and I probably would not have done this if I was not required to. I set up an appointment with Virginia Elwood to get some script tattooed on my chest. "Words wont save your life." It's a Hold Steady lyric, and I like it. That's about all there is to it, I think it fits me(that whole writer thing). That is seriously the closet thing to meaning any of my tattoos will have thus far. Unless you count my "eat meat" zombie tattoo. I don't like vegetarians much.
But anyway, so I made the appointment. I made my deposit to ensure that I would indeed come to it. And then I asked how much. The deposit was $100, so I asked the assistant that helped me if that was the hourly rate. No, it is not. The shop price is $180 and hour. But she was unsure how much the tattoo would cost, Virginia will tell me when she draws it up. Despite my confusion over an hourly rate, a booked 2 hour session, and someone still telling they wouldn't know how much it cost until later, I moved on. This tattoo has proved to be stupid in the way that I want to get it done, and it's harder than it should be. Mainly due to really good tattoo artists are really hard to get time with, and I'm really fucking lazy.
But seriously, I haven't paid shop prices in so freaking long. The zombie on my leg, and my ribs are the only ones. Which both worked out to be about $100 an hour. But seriously, $180 an hour? Who are you, Tim Kern? I think not.
Whatever, I'm going to suck it up and just get it done. I feel like the I need a new tattoo, and it will be worth it in the end. I'll probably feel better, as new tattoos often suit my needs for change.
Today's events were just kind of pissing me off, it was probably the lack of sleep/coffee. So instead of going to do the rest of the things I wanted to do(buy comics/new books) I just went home, had some coffee and lunch, and went to bed. At 8pm I awoke to write this awesome piece of post teen angst, and I will soon go to work yet another overnight. Blow hard.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Off to work!
Yeah! Woo! Let excitement ensue!(That rhymed)
Overnight is sweet
I'm not lying at all, really.
I am so very stoked.
That was a little haiku I wrote. Hope you enjoyed.
Overnight is sweet
I'm not lying at all, really.
I am so very stoked.
That was a little haiku I wrote. Hope you enjoyed.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
I'll just keep waiting in the cold.
Still haven't turned on heat. Last night Sean and Furman's space heaters cause a fuse to blow, so now we don't even have space heaters. Sweatshirt and a scarf. Who says you cant wear them inside?
I cleaned my room the other day, sort of. It's so clean compared to what it was, but could still use some work. It has become very clear to me that I have far too many books and movies to not have a shelf to rest them on. The same goes for my clothes, the suitcase I have been living out of for the last year just is not cutting it anymore.
Also, just so you know, asparagus rules.
Also, adding feta cheese to anything makes it look like you made a gourmet meal.
I'm getting bored. I need some changes, I'm working on it.
For now tattoos will do. Jeremiah comes back to town in February, also going to try to set something up with Stephanie Tamez, at New York Adorned in Brooklyn, to start some work on my chest.
Word.
I cleaned my room the other day, sort of. It's so clean compared to what it was, but could still use some work. It has become very clear to me that I have far too many books and movies to not have a shelf to rest them on. The same goes for my clothes, the suitcase I have been living out of for the last year just is not cutting it anymore.
Also, just so you know, asparagus rules.
Also, adding feta cheese to anything makes it look like you made a gourmet meal.
I'm getting bored. I need some changes, I'm working on it.
For now tattoos will do. Jeremiah comes back to town in February, also going to try to set something up with Stephanie Tamez, at New York Adorned in Brooklyn, to start some work on my chest.
Word.
Friday, January 2, 2009
I'm pretty sure you're not using that word properly.
I've got some time on my hands. Finally, but hopefully not for too long.
Stories of long goodbyes, and bad decisions.
I get out of work one night, it's chilly out, but nothing to write home about. I zipped my warm enough NorthFace jacket and headed over to Fanelli's Cafe for a beer. I'd say it was 12:15 PM at this point. The bar is packed ass cheek to ass cheek, as usual, but somehow I find a seat at the bar(It might have been because the people I sat next to were French). I only planned on having a couple beers, and being on my way. This, of course, is a hard feat to accomplish in New York City. Right as I'm thinking about thinking I'm ready to go(1:15 or so), my friend from work, James, stops by the bar. Whiskey happens. Then girls. Something I miss about really not caring, James just turns to the girls sitting next to us, say's something mildly innapropriate, and suddenly they are drinking with us. Great, I am once again going to stay out longer(I hate fun, of all sorts[not true]). Anyway, we some how kind of pair off, and Bob the Bartender keeps feeding free beer our way. How could this night get any better(Yeah, I'm thinking the same thing at this point). I'm pretty sure I'm hitting it off with this girl, I don't really remember much of what was said, I remember the other James looked like he was doing pretty well too. We spend what must have been hours talking and having a good time, in a wierd small world kind of way we discover we know some of the same people, well, the girls and James do. I of course pretend to know these people, and not like them. Somehow that worked, and we became those awful people making out at the bar. Like, drunk make out. All of the sudden, maybe around 3, I think I was kissing her neck, the girl stops me, "Whats wrong?" I ask. She looks me dead in the eye, maybe(we were both kind of swaying at this point), and asks "What's my name?"
Uh oh.
It dawned on me at the point that we had never actually been introduced, if names we mentioned at all, I had not cared enough to remember. I burst out laughing, explaining that I truthfully had no idea, and asking if that mattered to her. I think she told me her name, which was once again immediately forgotten, and then she tried to play done with me. It did not work, as she spent the rest of the time at the bar with me, slowly but surely forgetting that I forgot her name. Bob called Last Call. I'd had enough anyway. Got bored and left, if I said goodbye it would surprise me. I have her number in my phone though, I'd call her, but I don't know what her name is. James later informed me that she had asked about me after my departure, she was totally interested.
Couldn't that happen when I do nice things?
Stories of long goodbyes, and bad decisions.
I get out of work one night, it's chilly out, but nothing to write home about. I zipped my warm enough NorthFace jacket and headed over to Fanelli's Cafe for a beer. I'd say it was 12:15 PM at this point. The bar is packed ass cheek to ass cheek, as usual, but somehow I find a seat at the bar(It might have been because the people I sat next to were French). I only planned on having a couple beers, and being on my way. This, of course, is a hard feat to accomplish in New York City. Right as I'm thinking about thinking I'm ready to go(1:15 or so), my friend from work, James, stops by the bar. Whiskey happens. Then girls. Something I miss about really not caring, James just turns to the girls sitting next to us, say's something mildly innapropriate, and suddenly they are drinking with us. Great, I am once again going to stay out longer(I hate fun, of all sorts[not true]). Anyway, we some how kind of pair off, and Bob the Bartender keeps feeding free beer our way. How could this night get any better(Yeah, I'm thinking the same thing at this point). I'm pretty sure I'm hitting it off with this girl, I don't really remember much of what was said, I remember the other James looked like he was doing pretty well too. We spend what must have been hours talking and having a good time, in a wierd small world kind of way we discover we know some of the same people, well, the girls and James do. I of course pretend to know these people, and not like them. Somehow that worked, and we became those awful people making out at the bar. Like, drunk make out. All of the sudden, maybe around 3, I think I was kissing her neck, the girl stops me, "Whats wrong?" I ask. She looks me dead in the eye, maybe(we were both kind of swaying at this point), and asks "What's my name?"
Uh oh.
It dawned on me at the point that we had never actually been introduced, if names we mentioned at all, I had not cared enough to remember. I burst out laughing, explaining that I truthfully had no idea, and asking if that mattered to her. I think she told me her name, which was once again immediately forgotten, and then she tried to play done with me. It did not work, as she spent the rest of the time at the bar with me, slowly but surely forgetting that I forgot her name. Bob called Last Call. I'd had enough anyway. Got bored and left, if I said goodbye it would surprise me. I have her number in my phone though, I'd call her, but I don't know what her name is. James later informed me that she had asked about me after my departure, she was totally interested.
Couldn't that happen when I do nice things?
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