gonzoe

i'm not entirely positive, but i'm pretty sure this is a japanese horror movie about cursed hair.

everyone should expect a disappearing act from me for the next few weeks.

i've been partying and eating like a madman with my friends from out of town and really need to cut back on it for the next couple weeks. plus, i'm gonna have a ton of homework to do since i avoided it like the plague while they were here. couple all this...
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i ask this with complete sincerity:

why the fuck is Metallica's cover of Whiskey in the Jar stuck in my head?

while trying to chip some of the ice off the inside of my freezer, i accidentally poked a hole in it and now it's leaking freon. i'm trying to patch the hole i'm but i'm having very little luck. can't wait for my roommate to get home from her business trip to tell her i broke the fridge.

bleh.

yesterday, roughly 1/3 of my friends posted new blogs. so, because i'm late on following trends, i'm posting a new one today.

so, um, points of interest in my life right now:

* i got a D on my first spanish test. it officially marks the lowest grade i've received in school in 9 years. i am a winner. and daily stressed out by the...
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only one week into school. i'm not even employed right now. and every day i keep mumbling the Sting song "Be Still My Beating Heart":

It's not healthy to run at this pace
The blood runs so red to my face
I've been to every single book I know
To soothe the thoughts that plague me so
Stop before you start
Be still my beating...
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from Sun Tsu's The Art of War and commentary on the excerpt by Sir Robert Grainger Ker Thompson:

Chapter 4, Part 16
The comsummate leader cultivates the moral law, and strictly adheres to method and discipline; thus it is in his power to control success.

Commentary
There is a very strong temptation...for government forces to act outside the law, the excuses being that the processes...
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i'm pretty sure i hate myself.

i'm full of self-loathing and self-pity.

nothing in particular brought this on. no one's upset me and i'm not having an emo moment.

just stating my everyday feelings.

and no, i don't expect you'll believe me.

nor does it matter.

i'll probably delete this in the morning.

An excerpt from my MySpace blog story about the night my cell phone got stolen by a hooker:

"Bordo Bar was the place we had been looking for all night. A small, two story bar with a rickety, metal spiral staircase to the second floor. One wall was made of brick and had a small, non-functioning fireplace in it. The drinks were cheap and they...
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