bcmark

It's a beautiful near-summer day, and I find myself, as always, buried underneath mountains of homework.

I totally want to go out in the yard and play with GI-Joes right now. Or build a cardboard fort. Or jump on a trampoline.

I've been listening to Turbonegro and making super retarded graphics in Photoshop instead of studying for my Physics midterm:

- Gay
- Gay
- Gay
- Gay
- Gay
- Gay, but for a friend

- Bonus song a friend and I made years ago, which is also pretty creepy

Today the bus smelled like cum on a hot bacon sandwich. I know that sounds very specific, but you have to realize that I had at least 10 minutes of travel from my house to downtown to figure it out. And there was very little else I COULD think about.

The only thing more gay than me keeping a journal on a porn site is you reading it.

Ha! GAYBO!!!!

YEAH THAT'S RIGHT, PANSY! I JUST CALLED YOU A GODDAMN GAYBO!



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So, yeah. Busy as hell. The party was fun. Nice to see everybody again. In case you give a shit.


Heart,
Me

Thanks for the birthday wishes, guys! I really appreciate it.

At the last second, it looked like half of my friends were going to flake out, so we moved the party to Montage, which if you've never been there before is some weird cross between pseudo-Cajun food, sit-across-from-people-you-don't-know European style seating, and too-fucking-cool-for-you vibes. Fortunately, almost everybody UNFLAKED at the last LAST second and showed...
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Okay, since at some point I'm going to have to finalize plans for b-day action, this is what I'm thinking:

My 26th birthday
March 19, 2003 (Wednesday)
Cal-Sports
1033 NW 16th
8 or 9 PM ish

I'll nail down the time as I figure out friends' schedules. But if you want to show up, that's where I think we'll be (unless plans change, in which...
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This morning my body left me the following message: "HOLY SHIT GET A GODDAMN HAIRCUT ALREADY YOU FRUIT"

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Soooooooooooo, my birthday is coming up, and once again I am faced with the bleak prospect of figuring out something to do with my relatively unpopular self. Last year I threw up. Twice. The year before that we got spit on by a dancer...
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I just saw a guy with no thumbs. He came into work and gave me a broken TI-99 computer.

I love this job.

Today I finally stumbled across a few print issues of a zine I'd been looking for for over a year: Infiltration. I guess I could've ordered issues online, but that's just too easy.

I've always had this insane fascination with going places I'm not supposed to be. This zine brings up some great memories of old adventures: the time we infiltrated the Trinity Broadcasting...
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A quick update, for those who may care:
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I've been laid up for the past week (as of tomorrow) with the worst cold I've had in years. It feels like my head and lungs have been packed with mud. Luckily, this coincided with midterms week (culminating in my Physics midterm tonight) in what has been one the more trying semesters ever. And in the...
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"David Greenberger: What's a vampire?

Ed Rogers: A bat. It's like a... whaddayacallit, something like a... a fly - a whaddayacallit, isn't it? Something like a, a eagle, a whaddayacallit, isn't it? It flies, it's like wings, it's something like a bird. It has wings, you know, it's something like ah, it has wings.


DG: What message would you want to send into space?

ER:...
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