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Thursday, December 30, 2004
"I'm goin' straight to hell, that's what my Momma said"
I am sittin here at 7;30 in the morning watching Ravenous, and still have not gone to bed. Sadly, most of my nights have been this way this week, and so I really haven't gone to work either. I have however played a lot of video games and watched a few movies to pass the time while others sleep.
So we had my Dad's family at our house for Christmas, which was the first time that had ever happened. Altogether there were about 18 over, which is small for that side of the family because 5 are in D.C. and 3 in San Diego. In all reality, there could be over 25 if everyone showed up at a holiday. Old St. Nick treated me well, and hopefully everyone else too.
My plan for this New Year's Eve celebration is to at least remember midnight, if not the whole party. I haven't done that in about 4 years and last year I passed out about 11:30 pm.
Once I actually start working I will start looking for a different place to live, yes it will be excellent. I think today I will set goals of shaving and getting a haircut. Those seem just about lofty enough for any man of my ambition.
I got in a cooking mood this week too. Last night made some jambalaya, and started the chicken in its marinade. Tomorrow I will shishkabob the chicken on the grill with some pineapple, and maybe bell peppers and onions. Then, I will cook some rice, stir-fry some vegetables and enjoy the three together. Some of the chicken will be set aside along with some shrimp that I didn't put in the jambalaya so that I can use them in the pad thai that I plan on making. Mmmm, chicken marinated for two and a half days is almost as good as five hundred babies (not for eating, ya sick fucker).
Sorry for the lack of dreams as of late, I just haven't been able to remember any as of late. I do know that I have been waking up and thinking that my dream was really messed up. I even keep a noteblook and pen near me when I sleep so that if I wake up and can remember anything I can write it down immediately, but even that hasn't worked lately.
This movie almost makes me want to try eating people.
Well, it's getting a little to bright outside for me to be awake, so I will talk to ya if I talk to ya otherwise have a Happy New Year.
Straight to Hell - Cory Morrow
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 7:32:00 AM |
So we had my Dad's family at our house for Christmas, which was the first time that had ever happened. Altogether there were about 18 over, which is small for that side of the family because 5 are in D.C. and 3 in San Diego. In all reality, there could be over 25 if everyone showed up at a holiday. Old St. Nick treated me well, and hopefully everyone else too.
My plan for this New Year's Eve celebration is to at least remember midnight, if not the whole party. I haven't done that in about 4 years and last year I passed out about 11:30 pm.
Once I actually start working I will start looking for a different place to live, yes it will be excellent. I think today I will set goals of shaving and getting a haircut. Those seem just about lofty enough for any man of my ambition.
I got in a cooking mood this week too. Last night made some jambalaya, and started the chicken in its marinade. Tomorrow I will shishkabob the chicken on the grill with some pineapple, and maybe bell peppers and onions. Then, I will cook some rice, stir-fry some vegetables and enjoy the three together. Some of the chicken will be set aside along with some shrimp that I didn't put in the jambalaya so that I can use them in the pad thai that I plan on making. Mmmm, chicken marinated for two and a half days is almost as good as five hundred babies (not for eating, ya sick fucker).
Sorry for the lack of dreams as of late, I just haven't been able to remember any as of late. I do know that I have been waking up and thinking that my dream was really messed up. I even keep a noteblook and pen near me when I sleep so that if I wake up and can remember anything I can write it down immediately, but even that hasn't worked lately.
This movie almost makes me want to try eating people.
Well, it's getting a little to bright outside for me to be awake, so I will talk to ya if I talk to ya otherwise have a Happy New Year.
Straight to Hell - Cory Morrow
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 7:32:00 AM |
Sunday, December 19, 2004
"I'd give the moon if it were mine to give"
So my dad read about my two dreams. He called them cute. I have never really heard my dad use the word cute, at least seriously. But what is really disturbing is that my dad might actually think two of my friends fighting each other with dildos could be considered cute, or the fact that shampoo bottles could possibly contain my soul.
Finals are done, and a long weekend of celebrating ensued. Thursday night after the company Christmas Social, I stuck around and drank a lot of beer with my employer, and other bosses of the company, then headed to Bill's for a little while. Bill's was interesting, I will leave it at that, because I really have no clue what was going on. I didn't get there til about 12:30 and most were tipsy at the least and everyone was in different moods, just very weird.
Friday night I went over to Shep's apartment to hang out with Luu before he headed back to Pocola, since he graduated. Just chilled for a long time.
Saturday night was quite a bit of fun, and alcohol induced hilarity. Shep peaked a little earlier than the rest of us and provided some good comic relief, including the eating of mac and cheese that he raved about with no utensils. Miller and I won a couple of games of beer pong, and everyone seemed to enjoy the cider spiked with the juice of the everberry. It did provide some great fuel for the fire, and the fire was warm. So now I guess I will start working full-time next week and actually start my career. That's fuckin weird. I am actually gonna have to be responsible and grown up. So fucking weird.
For Your Love - The Yardbirds
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 7:35:00 PM |
Finals are done, and a long weekend of celebrating ensued. Thursday night after the company Christmas Social, I stuck around and drank a lot of beer with my employer, and other bosses of the company, then headed to Bill's for a little while. Bill's was interesting, I will leave it at that, because I really have no clue what was going on. I didn't get there til about 12:30 and most were tipsy at the least and everyone was in different moods, just very weird.
Friday night I went over to Shep's apartment to hang out with Luu before he headed back to Pocola, since he graduated. Just chilled for a long time.
Saturday night was quite a bit of fun, and alcohol induced hilarity. Shep peaked a little earlier than the rest of us and provided some good comic relief, including the eating of mac and cheese that he raved about with no utensils. Miller and I won a couple of games of beer pong, and everyone seemed to enjoy the cider spiked with the juice of the everberry. It did provide some great fuel for the fire, and the fire was warm. So now I guess I will start working full-time next week and actually start my career. That's fuckin weird. I am actually gonna have to be responsible and grown up. So fucking weird.
For Your Love - The Yardbirds
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 7:35:00 PM |
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
"Did you ever... ever notice... the kind of thoughts I got?"
Three finals down, two to go. Two classes are A's, and one teacher can go suck it.
My aunt went into labor on Sunday about noon or so, she is still goin' as far as I know. That kid is gonna have it hard, everytime he gets in trouble he is gonna get reminded of 36 hours of labor that she went through. Oh yeah, she is 45 years old too. She will be 46 on the 26th, 64 when her kid graduates high school. That is nuts.
It was a good weekend, did some partying instead of studying, but oh well what good is the weekend without some fun.
I saw the Nutrigrain "I Feel Great" ad and there will be "babies everywhere, YEAH!"
Stevie Wonder had some things to say about Eminem, and how can you argue with Stevie Wonder.
And Christmas is approaching with the quickness, excellent. This is definitely the best time of the year. Christmas parties and holiday cheer abound. I like to freebase my holiday cheer, but that could just be me and the Anipals. Anyway, time to get some sleep. I love sleep.
I See a Darkness - Bonnie "Prince" Billy
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 2:45:00 AM |
My aunt went into labor on Sunday about noon or so, she is still goin' as far as I know. That kid is gonna have it hard, everytime he gets in trouble he is gonna get reminded of 36 hours of labor that she went through. Oh yeah, she is 45 years old too. She will be 46 on the 26th, 64 when her kid graduates high school. That is nuts.
It was a good weekend, did some partying instead of studying, but oh well what good is the weekend without some fun.
I saw the Nutrigrain "I Feel Great" ad and there will be "babies everywhere, YEAH!"
Stevie Wonder had some things to say about Eminem, and how can you argue with Stevie Wonder.
And Christmas is approaching with the quickness, excellent. This is definitely the best time of the year. Christmas parties and holiday cheer abound. I like to freebase my holiday cheer, but that could just be me and the Anipals. Anyway, time to get some sleep. I love sleep.
I See a Darkness - Bonnie "Prince" Billy
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 2:45:00 AM |
Monday, December 06, 2004
"I ain't no perfect man, I'm tryin to do the best that I can with what it is I have"
Well, well, well. Sooners are off to the Orange Bowl again. School is just about over. I have a take home final, and two open book, open note finals. Things are lookin' good.
I watched the Big 12 Championship at the bar, then Brad decided we should probably celebrate his birthday a little bit since it falls on the Monday of finals week. I definitely think there needs to be a followup however. After the game Clark, Brad and I decided to find a place for them to sing some Rat Pack. No one had ever been to a place called Don Quixote's. I always think Portland Avenue is farther west than it really is, but really you can't get far enough west on 23rd street to get out of what might be considered "the wrong side of the tracks." This place was in a strip mall of clubs with dress codes posted on big signs outside.
When the paddy wagon is just posted up outside in the parking lot, you know you have gone to the high class part of town.
"Don't say that so loud, your window is down!"
Don Quixote's did not have these signs, because it was a karaoke honky-tonk. We were there for a bucket of beers and heard two songs that were not country and saw two people who were not white. They did decorate for Christmas though, hung nice multi-colored lights draping from the ceiling all over the bar. It reminded me of spending too much time in a trailer park. After making it back to the car and being happy to see all the rims still attached, we made our way back home and chalked up the trip as a learning experience that hopefully will not be repeated by friends and loved ones. I am still curious about the bar across the alley though. It was called the G Spot. Yes, I also laugh at fart jokes. Because they are funny.
Hopefully just a couple more weeks before I start to work full-time and only have class on Friday afternoons. That's when the big bucks start rollin' in, just like assistant manager at McDowell's.
Umi Says - Mos Def
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 8:10:00 PM |
I watched the Big 12 Championship at the bar, then Brad decided we should probably celebrate his birthday a little bit since it falls on the Monday of finals week. I definitely think there needs to be a followup however. After the game Clark, Brad and I decided to find a place for them to sing some Rat Pack. No one had ever been to a place called Don Quixote's. I always think Portland Avenue is farther west than it really is, but really you can't get far enough west on 23rd street to get out of what might be considered "the wrong side of the tracks." This place was in a strip mall of clubs with dress codes posted on big signs outside.
1. No Jerseys
2. No numbers on clothes
3. No baggy clothing
4. No gang clothes
5. No doo-rags
... and so on
When the paddy wagon is just posted up outside in the parking lot, you know you have gone to the high class part of town.
"Don't say that so loud, your window is down!"
Don Quixote's did not have these signs, because it was a karaoke honky-tonk. We were there for a bucket of beers and heard two songs that were not country and saw two people who were not white. They did decorate for Christmas though, hung nice multi-colored lights draping from the ceiling all over the bar. It reminded me of spending too much time in a trailer park. After making it back to the car and being happy to see all the rims still attached, we made our way back home and chalked up the trip as a learning experience that hopefully will not be repeated by friends and loved ones. I am still curious about the bar across the alley though. It was called the G Spot. Yes, I also laugh at fart jokes. Because they are funny.
Hopefully just a couple more weeks before I start to work full-time and only have class on Friday afternoons. That's when the big bucks start rollin' in, just like assistant manager at McDowell's.
Umi Says - Mos Def
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 8:10:00 PM |