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 | I forgot I had a livejournal. Uhhhhh so I'm just gonna post a few interesting details of my life, then talk about video games under the cut. Nothing too new!
Dating a girl named Shelley. She's getting over an ex. It's not at all unlike the Kristin Situation; similarly, I'm torn between love and heartbreak.
I had a teacher while pledging who was short, middle-aged, fat, short-brown hair, and a fake left leg. I have a regular customer at work who fits the exact same description... different person. I feel like my life is a movie and I had a shitty director who couldn't be assed to think up of two characters.
I'm now a manager of a coffee house.
One of the hottest girls I've ever met, who now loves several states away, just told me she was waiting for me to ask her out.
Technically, I am a college failure. That's just what it says on my transcript until my thesis is turned in anyway.
My parents are currently not talking to me.
I could probably have a romance with one girl in my life, but she's sixteen years old. Repeat: FUCKING SIXTEEN. I'm 22.
( Now for old video games! )
Drunk now sleeping | |
| | March 21, 2008. 11:50 PM. |
| | EDIT: Whoa! | |
| | March 11, 2008. 11:32 PM. |
| Whoo Spring Break!
I've so far spent the week working, either at the coffee house or on my thesis. The coffee house job is getting better and better, despite a recent work-shift where I was alone with a new girl with an attitude and lots of customers coming in right before closing--I've never been closer to quitting. I was, however, just recently given a key (despite not really actually needing one), and the unnofficial promotion/increase in responsibilities (though not pay) made me happier than it really should. But I'm working full-time since I didn't go home or on vacation; I'm using the time off school to work on my thesis... I figure about 8 pages a day will get me relatively caught up.
Whoo Spring Break!
I'm house-sitting for my friend and brother, because he's going away for a few days and can't take his puppies with him. Precocious little things. I took them out to go to the bathroom, then locked them in their little puppy room while I went home to pick up my books and laptop. I was gone for twenty minutes, tops, and they'd already broken out and took a dump which was far too enormous for creatures of their size. They're lucky that puppies, especially twin brothers, are cute as hell. Also I like living in this apartment. It is so much better than my house.
I'm not dating Jessica.
Well, I am, but I'm not allowed to say that--for reasons far too convoluted for me to discuss on an online journal. It's irrelevant, really, as long as we're both happy with the set-up; she can deign call the relationship whatever the fuck she wants. But for some reason it's getting increasingly frustrating... maybe even doubt-inducing.
I've recently become interested in the following things: astronomy, studying maps, war games, Sun Tzu's Art of War | |
| | February 11, 2008. 12:25 AM. |
| People really need to stop misrepresenting other's arguments. I've no personal reason to be mentioning this--nothing has really happened to me, I mean--I'm just a little sick of seeing it. Its really easy to refute somebody by restating what they said in a way that makes them look stupid, closed-minded, cruel, etc., and completely fucking up what they intended on saying. Logical abortions don't win arguments!
My birthday was recently. I hit 22. Cody and Keary came up to visit--we got drunk at Sam's (though I was working), then went to the bar. It didn't last long. I didn't really drink much, but I drank fast. We weren't even out for two hours before stumbling home to pass out.
Writing in this thing is becoming more of a chore every day | |
| | January 28, 2008. 2:06 AM. |
| I started dating the girl I mentioned in my previous entry. I broke up with her about a week later. I half didn't want to repeat the same kind of shitty situation I was in with Kristin, and the other half could find very little ethical justification for sleeping with a taken woman. I'm actually a little embarassed that I did it at all, knowing full well about her relationship status the whole time. Honestly, though, it'd just been a while since I'd gotten laid on a regular basis. Sex is like oxygen--you don't realize how much you need it until you don't have it anymore.
Upon informing her that she was the sole inhabitant of the hamlet known as "Dumpsville," she informed me that she was only in it because the sex was good. Which was surprising, and a little insulting, but still kind of cool.
I just finished reading the graphic novel Watchmen and holy shit that thing is awesome. I even used bold letters to emphasize how great it was; I hate using bold. For a comic its surprisingly deep--I'd say in all honesty that it is as dense with symbolism and imagery and meaning as Moby Dick. Rorshach is one of my new favorite super heros; Ozymandias is pretty cool too (if only for the quote, "I did it thirty-five minutes ago.") Dr. Manhatten sucks.
I recently learned that my pet rat, Blueberry, may be schizophrenic. It would explain her odd behavior and extreme violence, and the causes for rat-schizophrenia (a highly stressed pregnant mother) fit the bill, seeing as how she comes from a long-line of feeder rats that shares a cage with a snake... honestly, her being schizo makes her a much cooler pet in my eyes. The other day she thrashed around a little bit for no apparent reason, it was pretty cool.
She really likes the song "Aerials" by System of a Down. She runs over to the side of the cage closest to my laptop speakers everytime it comes on.
I did the Polar Bear Plunge yesterday. That makes the eleventh year I've done it. Jesus... I was ten years old when my father and I started doing it. He and I competed to see who could raise the most money this year. I put a sign up at Sam's, the coffee house I work at, to encourage all the retired rich old people that make up most of our clientelle to donate. I was at $375 the day before the Plunge, and upon a slightly inebriated promise to wear a pink bikini if I beat my father, rocketted up to $555. That's a lot of money. And, uh, I wore a pink bikini. With a wig.
I want a new tattoo. It's going to be a math equation; the most beautiful, concise, and explanatory one I can find. Something to do with infinity. It's gonna take some research.
Oh, and classes are good. | |
| | January 18, 2008. 8:35 AM. |
| My cars breaks don't work too well. Found out the hard way. I didn't get in a crash or anything, but I almost did. Nearly shat myself in the meantime!
School is approaching, and I'm getting excited. All my classes aside from one promise to be easy, and the one is about writing a philosophical dialogue. Even if that class is as hard as its supposed to be, how is that not one of the coolest things ever? A dialogue! I can't decide if I want to focus on my beliefs about metaphysics/free will/ethics, or if I want to make a Socrates straw-man as one character (and you better fucking believe he's gonna be a literal scarecrow) and devote all my energies to blasting Plato and Socrates apart. I've always wanted to dedicate myself to that.
Anyway, class should be better than sitting around on my ass. I'm getting tired of this routine. Wake up to go to work at the coffee house, come home and relax from a day of hard work, wash rinse and repeat. I love my job and all, but I couldn't do it for the rest of my life. Breaks like this, in addition to helping me unwind from a rough semester and make a few bucks, serve as an excellent reminder as to why I want to complete my schoolin'.
Met a girl. We hit it off really well and get along great. Last night she and I got some vodka and hazelnut liquer and embarked on a mission to learn how to make our favorite shot, something called a Chocolate Cake. We did pretty well. She ended up staying the night, too, that's always a plus.
Oh yeah! She's got a boyfriend. Hahahahaha.
I need to start working on my thesis. Like, really badly. | |
| | January 2, 2008. 3:37 PM. |
| This was a tumultuous year! I've always been an advocate of the fact that life is measured by the experiences and stories one can tell... in which case, I've had a lot of life this past year. A quick recap:
- I got arrested, charged with a couple felonies, let off the hook, and had my file expunged
- Kristin and I were madly in love, then hated each other, off and on for most of 2007
- Job at Play it Again Sam's
- Grades and academic life improving rapidly
- Cultivated my atrophied artistic side, playing music and practicing calligraphy
- Got another tattoo, with Kristin, of a dragon (it was almost of her name, haha)
- Almost got arrested again, while on probation
- etc. etc. but I have to go now I'm at the library computer and need to let someone else use it
( I did one of these last year ) | |
| | December 18, 2007. 8:35 PM. |
| The climax of the year has passed, and I'm starting to settle into the comfortable but still unsettling denouement that follows every year.
I did well in classes, with one exception. I walked away from each of my classes with a good understanding; I'm proud of myself for keeping up with almost all of my work, for doing the reading and participating in a great majority of classroom discussions. I failed one class, though, since I turned in a term paper a week late (I wrote it down on my calendar wrong), and the professor refuses to accept late papers--even if they're work 30% of a final grade. I'm a little to tired to really care that much, though. I've learned much about constitutional law and judicial processes! Even if my grade poorly reflects that.
The other day I worked for about seventeen hours straight; I had to cater my bosses birthday party. That was an interesting day--in addition to being paid a hundred dollars under the table, I got to share a very interesting experience with my boss! I've been working a lot lately. We just lost a full-time worker, and another full-time worker has been out sick for like... a week. Fortunately I enjoy working, but I still get sleepy!
Today I fixed my car. The battery was dead, so I went to the store to buy one, opened the hood, figured out what tools I needed, found them, and fixed it. The process took me about two hours from start to beginning, but I felt really good afterwards. No aid from my father--financial or mechanical--was requested or required. And hell, being able (financially and mechanically!) to just go and fix your fucking death trap of an automobile is pretty sweet.
The most exciting part of the day has been the new flashlight I bought at the automobile part store! It's got an adjustible plastic cord for the head, so I can make it face in all directions; and it has a laser pointer built in, and it has a magnetic ass and it all fits in my pocket! Sweet!
Words cannot express how excited I am about Heath Ledger's Joker. Y'all see the trailer yet? He looks awesome. I never cared much for Nicholson's Joker (I am alone in this)... too goofy and silly a character. The Joker is often portrayed as one of two extremes--a goofy, mischevious, murderous kinda guy who enjoys a good joke, or a seriously mentally disturbed sociopathic fucking psycho killer with a deeply fucked up dark sense of humor and schadenfruede. I don't think you have to know me that well to know which I prefer.
Speaking of German words that have been adopted as pretentious American words, I think I'm suffering Wetlschmerz.
I've been full of pretentious words lately. Yesterday, I said "apropros." That's one of the pointlessly confusing words that the Architect uses in the Matrix. I just used it because I wanted to see if I could find a way to drop it in the middle of casual conversation.
Oh, I found a way. | |
| | December 4, 2007. 2:24 PM. |
| | I lost The Game. | |
| | December 2, 2007. 6:55 PM. |
| Originally I had 3.5 papers due on the beginning of next week. A 10-page term paper for Constitutional Powers and Judicial Processes is due Monday. I'll be writing about the increase in federal power at the expense of state sovereignty, focusing on a specific case that championed the abolition of child labor. It's actually a little more interesting than it sounds, but it's precisely as difficult as it sounds. I also had, due monday, an 8-page term paper about Aristotle. It's mostly just a review of what we've learned, espousing his various theories and the like, and unlike most of the philosophers we've studied (lookin' at you, Plato), I've got a decent understanding and appreciation for Aristotle. The professor is pretty rough with papers, though. On Tuesday, I have due another 10-pager, for the same professor as the first class (this one is Law and Society), which I'm a little more excited about. I'll be writing about my experience with the law that got me arrested, in great detail. Some of my favorite readings from the class were precisely that--an excellent narrative of one man's experience, from the crime itself to the punishment at the end. I'll actually have some fun with that. And, just as icing on the cake, I've got a dinky little 3 page crap I've gotta bust out on Monday for my Islam class--that one's gonna be easy.
Things change.
The philosophy paper was, mercifully, pushed back a week. Aside from the Constitutional Powers paper, it would have definitely been the most arduous, difficult one on my plate, and definitely would have made my Sunday night one hell of a terrible task. I also found out that the Constitutional Powers paper was not due on Monday! Hooray! It was due on Wednesday! Last Wednesday! Whoops.
I also want to write a paper for the philosophy magazine, Apeiron, which has a far more flexible deadline than any other paper, but still has to be done quickly. I want it to be good, though. Despite the fact that no grades are attached to it, it's gonna be (pseudo-)published, and it's something I really just want to feel proud of when I'm done with it. I will be writing about metaphysics--meaning, "the meaning of existence" or something. I'm going to attempt to prove that the universe, and existence itself, isn't really real. Either we're a figment of someone's imagination (not just our own), or a dream, or even a video game, or whatever. I ain't gonna try and guess what exactly we are, just raise the possibility that reality isn't... you know, real.
I've been asked to tutor statistics next semester. Or not really asked so much as begged. Not gonna lie--it felt pretty good. My reputation has literally preceeded me--and for once, in a good way. I don't want to tutor it, though, since I'm sick and fucking tired of tutoring it, but I agreed to it anyway. It's a nice little flip-flop; last year I offered my services to the school, who turned me down, citing my low GPA as evidence that I would be ineffective. So I sold my services independently. I made more money, but worked terrible hours (usually like 5-6 hours into the morning the day before an exam), and will have no official recognition for it. Now I've got a terrible paycheck, but a rigidly scheduled time frame, and something more to toss on the ol' resume.
Jaspen's in town. That's something to smile about.
Waking Life is one of the greatest movies I've ever seen, and I only saw a couple parts of it. Ranagan, I really think it'll be right up your alley and you should go watch it as quickly as possible. It's a bunch of philosophical monologues and dialogues, with almost no plot, and quite honestly, it's difficult to understand sometimes. Big words and all that. Nonetheless, listen for one guy to discuss reality in terms of physics and mathematics--I've tried my whole adult life to explain it as well as him, and failed miserably.
I want to talk to you Faye, about Skan and Densetsu and Kitra and all that. I've made the same amount of progress as always in terms of writing "that novel," (zero), but the characters have been on my mind more and more lately and I really think I want to start hammering some stuff out. You've always been a good person to bounce ideas off of. I'm really excited about what I have for Densetsu, but unfortunately he's taken a back seat to Skan in my head. Skan's always had the advantage (y'know, since he was my main dude for so long), but you've always had some really great ideas and concepts with him that I'd like to explore.
While I'm doing shout-outs, thanks to Jefe for that locked post you recently made. I generally live from paycheck to paycheck, which isn't a terrible way to live, but I know that I'll never be able to do anything but continue with things exactly the way they are (and, of course, barring no emergencies) unless I open up a bank account and start budgeting. It's the sort of thing that everyone really knows, but the kind of lesson that sometimes take a random stimulus to make you realize it.
I woke up at 4:00pm today. | |
| | November 25, 2007. 5:50 AM. |
| I came into work with a pretty intense hangover. Wine does that to me. Also: this day was ten times as intensely busy as yesterday. And yesterday was fucking Black Friday.
Can I lay down some ground rules?
Sometimes the line gets long. Sorry. Just a tip, though: if the line is, literally, so long that you start to wait in line outside of the goddamn store, it's gonna be a few minutes. It's gonna be a few minutes until you get to the register, and it's gonna be a few minutes until your beverage is ready. If you'r really in a rush, though, maybe just get a coffee? As opposed to a dry peppermint/vanilla 2% cappachino half decaf/half regular? Just saying.
I'm making your drink as fast as I can. It's not because I give a warm squirt of rat piss about you, don't get me wrong. It's just my job. Asking me if it's ready yet, though? I'm not sure why you think that'll make a difference. I mean.... it doesn't. Really. When I'm done with your goddamn dry peppermint/vanilla 2% cappachino half decaf/half regular, I will call it out. And please. Fucking say something when I do so. Looking at me from across the store, that doesn't really qualify.
You've been waiting in line for fifteen or twenty minutes. That is plenty of time to decide on what you want. You might not know which muffins we have for sale today. That's cool. But choosing a blueberry muffin over a cranberry one? Ain't that big a deal. Seriously.
Your total comes to $13.87. You hand me a twenty. So far, so good. If I can hand you your change, in a correct amount, before you utter the words "Oh wait, I think I have change," then your declaration is null! At that point we are not simplifying your order, I am acting as a bank for you and turning coins into paper. And handing me a quarter? That's just a pain in the ass. And I actually like math.
When you say you want six muffins, I'm gonna give you six muffins. Even if you pretend you only wanted four afterwards. Why do you even do this!? I'd give you four if you asked for it!
Ummm....
Stop throwing money at me.
It's not my fault that we ran out of large cups.
I know he's dead stop talking about it!!!!
If you want mustard on a sandwich, tell me that you want mustard on a sandwich.
Wait in line. Don't run to the front because you know the owner's wife's sister.
Thanks for the tip. Don't take time out of my day to tell me you put a buck in the tip jar.
When I'm enjoying the rare cigarette break, I'm not taking orders.
And just a quick question: What the fuck is the point of an extra shot of decaf espresso? I'm assuming you're not trying to make life that much harder for me, but it doesn't wake you up any more or anything. So... seriously, what gives? | |
| | November 23, 2007. 10:02 PM. |
| Thanksgiving was interesting. We went to Catonsville to eat with Kerri's family--no Kentucky natives this time! It was, however, a very different experience. Two things of note:
I am realted (but not by blood) to a cop killer and somebody who has been described as "one of Baltimore's most notorious criminals of the 50's (or 60's?)." I've yet to look him up myself, but I'll be damned if I don't.
One of my step-uncles is suffering from a speech impediment and an inability to properly move the left side of his body. He, apparently, was beat to within an inch of his life (put on life support and almost didn't make it) by five guys with baseball bats. The cause? He went to a sort of organized crime syndicate to buy drugs, and the cops just happened to show up to make some arrests. Many people, including the uncle, managed to run away without getting in trouble. The dealers, thinking he narced on them, beat the shit out of him. He could have them arrested, but apparently doing so would have him, his closest brother, and his nephew (not me) killed. I asked my parents if we were even safe with this guy around. I was met with awkward silence.
Cool!
In response to Pat's death, I have resolved to be nicer to children. I've never liked them, and never been good with them. I just lacked the patience. Little kids are always so loud, so obnoxious, so... sticky. But Pat was always great with the little rascals. Now that he's gone, the world lacks one more person who actually trys to be good with kids. I figure, the least I could do is pick up the slack. It's worth a shot.
I worked on Black Friday for the first time ever. I didn't think it would be too hard. Holy god was I wrong.
I think, honestly, I am over Kristin.
Finally! | |
| | November 19, 2007. 1:32 PM. |
| On the list of "Weekends That I Fucking Wish Never Happened, Jesus Fucking Christ" this past one definitely ranks in the top 3. I almost feel bad lamenting my own fuck-ups and losses considering the other matter of gravity that definitely takes precedence.
RIP Pat | |
| | November 8, 2007. 4:52 AM. |
| Two things, in which I think I may hold contradictory views on:
Begging the question means, officially, "making a circular argument." It's an informal logical fallacy (with the latin name of petitio principii--now go look like an overeducated pompous ass with this knowledge!) that restates one of the premises of an argument as its conclusion. "God is real because the Bible says so," or "She is guilty of murder because she killed that man" are examples of this fallacy. Many people "misuse" begging the question, assuming that it means "Raises the question." Of course, since the word "beg" in the fallacy used to mean "improperly take for granted," it used to make more sense. Now everybody knows it as meaning "to ask for," pretty much. This is OK. Language evolves, guys. Clinging to an archaic definition of a word is just worthless and it ignores the fact that language changes over time! We don't still talk with thees and thous, do we?
If you want to be pretentious about it, just use the latin term! That'll be even more confusing to laymen, and make you look even smarter! Because that's what matters, right?
Ad hominem is another latin term for a logical fallacy, meaning "attack against the man." It's an insult against the person presenting an argument, as opposed to an actual refutation of his argument. "You're a fucking idiot, so you're wrong," is a classic example, or "You're a priest. You have to say abortion is wrong; therefore your argument is worthless." I'm seeing it used more and more as a synonym for "insult," both by my logic students and online debaters who may have glanced at a wikipedia article or something (extensive research ftw). Insulting somebody is not an ad hominem attack, not unless you're using the insult to "prove somebody wrong."
Leave the application of latin informal logical fallacies to the big boys--stop busting out phrases where you don't know what they mean unless you know what the mean.
I gave a presentation in my Islam class that went over really well. It was about the connections between the Arabic Language, calligraphy, and the religion itself. It helps that I'm interested in all three things. It went over well enough that I've been invited by my professor to speak at the school's Interfaith Dialogue for the Middle East. I've been given a panel alongside a real scholar, Dr. Mohammed abu-Nimer. I'm equal parts excited and nervous.
My leg is fine, now. Fucking car.
I get attached to weird words sometimes and try and fit them in as many things as possible--especially papers or emails or something, or even conversation. A while ago it was loquacious; now I have fallen in love with "eponymous." It's a bit harder to use, though. I busted it out in a Warcraft conversation ("Malfurion's leader has formed his own group, the eponymous Illidari") but nobody got it.
Speaking of "gaming" and "not getting it" I'd like to present a joke that probably nobody will get, that had me in stitches:
Ragnar-O's®! The only cereal with the molten core©!
"TASTE THE FLAVORS OF SULFURON!"
"BY FIBER BE PURGED!"
"TWO SCOOPS! TWO SCOOPS, EXECUTUS!"
(the trademark symbols make it funnier) | |
| | October 31, 2007. 4:37 PM. |
| Sunday night I stayed up all night to work on an intensely difficult Plato paper, then study for a crucial exam I wasn't certain I'd do well on (that I certainly had to). On the walk to school I got hit by a car. It didn't do any damage, really, though I was kinda limping the rest of the day. Still sucked though. Imagine starting your day off like that! Being hit by a fucking car! Still made the exam, though, and crushed that motherfucker.
Yesterday Kristin and I went to a Halloween party. I love Halloween; dressing up is always fun, as is seeing other people in costume. A few costumes were really well done and funny; the one of Tojo the Chestertown minstrel and Tyrone Biggums from Chapelle's Show stick out in my mind. Kristin and I went as zombies together, awwww. I'm rather pleased with my attention to zombie detail: blood on my mouth dribbled into my tiny little goatee to make it look like I'd bit someone, and I refused to leave the house until I made sure that there was a visible bite mark on Kristin. After all, one can't be a zombie without having been bitten, right?
Cody and I have started a Vulgarity War on facebook. We keep posting on each others' walls with more and more grotesque insults; I've borrowed heavily from the swearing friend of Sexy Losers fame. And I gotta say, for someone with a subpar vocabulary, Cody's ability to swear is really impressive. The two of us have taken a crude manner of speech and we're building it up to a work of art: this is truly poetry.
My phone's been dead for weeks now. It's getting to be annoying. | |
| | October 21, 2007. 4:59 PM. |
| I think I might be partially colorblind? Too many times has an object contained some shade of red that I just couldn't see. My hair, for instance, is really a shit-brown color; people often mention its red hue. I mean, I still see red and all. I've never failed one of those color blindness tests (the ones with all the red and green dots or something, with one color dot making up a number or letter?). So I don't really know. It'd be kind of weird if I was: my perception of the world would be slightly different than everyone else's. Just a little less vibrant.
Or maybe I see absolutely fine! I don't care enough to go to a doctor about it.
The cutting back on drinking is going really well. I've consequently ended up smoking a bit more than usual (still rare though), even though I still don't enjoy it. I mean, I've really nobody to blame but myself, I guess.
My phone died a few days ago, and refuses to charge. It's a bit frustrating but also pretty liberating, honestly. I love it when this happens. I've certainly got to get a new phone, and soon, but in the meantime I will enjoy not being called by anybody. At all. I can check my voicemails whenever I want, and call the people I actually want to talk to on a friend's phone. 'Sgood.
Apparently the cane idea is only meant to help alleviate the immediate pain of my back. It will, in the long run, just make things worse for me since I'll be hunched over all the time. Thanks for the heads up, doc.
I love Sundays. You know today I didn't even wake up until 3:30pm? | |
| | October 13, 2007. 7:46 PM. |
| I'd like to start my entry with the very surreal event of this morning. I woke up, just 5 minutes before work (affording me just barely enough time to make it on time, assuming I don't change clothes or brush my teeth or do anything but leave right fucking now) but the minute I entered my living room? I disrupted a bird who leapt into flight.
A bird.
I quickly checked for the open window he must have flown in to try and usher him out, but none of the windows were open. The door was closed. I was still really hungover and a little drunk so for a second I thought I was more fucked up than I knew, but this was no hallucination. I chased him around for about 10 or 15 minutes before he disappeared. Literally--motherfucker flew towards the sink and then... nothing. I didn't see any possible means of egress and didn't hear the flutter of wings. I was late enough for work so just left; neither of my roommates report having ran afoul of a fowl.
Work was good. I realized that I am very very very much like my boss. I've got about as much in common with him, personality-wise (and even history-wise) as I do with my own father. And I don't have any daddy issues with Pete!
Last night was terrible. I got really drunk and depressed, and quite frankly I'm not the sort of person who enjoys wearing his emotions on his sleeve. So that kinda sucked. The worst part was, however, when I subconsciously decided to take my frustration out on some stranger at the bar. I hid behind some bullshit ethical "cause" and proceeded to treat him like shit, insult him, embarrass him--all-around bully this guy (who has over ten years on me, I might add). He came into work today and accepted my apology; I even paid for his mocha.
I'm still embarrassed and ashamed at my actions, though. I haven't bullied people like that, or been really genuinely mean, since high school. I've gotten past that. I really need to cut back on my drinking. It got a little worse when I told myself that I wasn't going to drink tonight, I realized that it would be the first night in quite a long time I hadn't gotten drunk.
I'm sure my wallet will thank me, too.
Ian, Trevor, and I just cleaned the apartment. My room's messy as shit (mostly because all the junk of mine in the main room, I just tossed in my room) but I'll get to that tonight so I can properly relax tomorrow. I really like having a clean place, though. It just looks cooler. Maybe cutting back on the boozin' will help in keeping the house relatively decent for a few days?
The doctor recommended I get a cane for my back. We're going shopping tonight; I think I might see if I can pick one up. | |
| | October 12, 2007. 2:49 PM. |
| Ramadan Kareem! Eid Mubarak! Ramadan Mubarak!
Generous Ramadan! Blessed Ending</i>! Blessed Ramadan!
Muslims say this on Eid al-Fitr, the final day of Ramadan. It's where you get to break fasting; and not just at the end of the day, but period. I'm done, bitches! I ate a Slim Jim in the sun today just because I could. This marks the third of five Pillars of Islam I've partook (partaken?); though one of them may be a little blasphemous. The other two are pretty fucking hard and not really worth doing right now--I'd have to donate 2.5% of my entire wealth (not just income; the worth of everything I own) to the poor, and then go travel to Mecca. Ehhhhh nah.
It was tough! And I can't even say I properly did it. On several occasions, I'd had a glass of water. On many occasions (especially near the end), I'd smoke cigarettes. And on one occasion, I ate significantly early--because taking my back medication on an empty stomach was putting me to sleep in class/work. Otherwise, though: I was golden. It's given me an enormous understanding of the religion and the culture. They really are a disciplined people; I can honestly say that Ramadan was one of the hardest experiences of my life. I mean, like, pledging hard.
Yesterday I went in to work, and was about to fill out my timesheet, right? Found an envelope with my name on it. My paycheck was inside. I completely forgot I had a paycheck coming, and didn't budget for it at all! You know that feeling when you reach into a pocket and find a twenty dollar bill you forgot you'd had? Imagine that times ten.
I'm at the library updating this livejournal, and this guy who I barely know just won't shut the fuck up. Seriously man, in 5 minutes you've said more to me than you ever have before, ever.
I'm going to Wine Night at Sam's tonight and gonna get pretty drunk. Then I think I'll hit a few bars. Anyone done? Gimme a call, I could use the company! | |
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