i sort of mentioned it in a later blog, but to clarify, the last 6 or 7 blogs were all prewritten in notepad because i was unable to publish them for nearly a week as anyone who checks this would now. i apologize but it has caused me significant trouble to remedy the problem and i hope you all enjoy it. by they way, some of the links i sent to people already because i liked them so much and was too impatient to wait till the site got fixed.

joes away message said it all for me on saturday: Auto response from FOREVER27JD: l wish more ppl would sign on so l dont have to read the same away messages over and over, dont you?

i decided to see if i could brighten up peoples days, by smiling at them. about 7/8 of the people returned my smile with an icy glare, and the other 1/8 just ignored me. actually i made that up too. but i tried it with 4 people and nobody saw me.

ok, so being wicked bored at work i found a ton of good stuff online. if you are as bored at home as i am at work, click on these. by the way, blogger has been down for a day and a half so this is all being written on Notepad, and will be copy and pasted to mattio's lounge when it becomes less stupid. i realize that if you are reading this, then all of that has happened but i thought i should explain why i am bored at work if it isnt even a weekday or posted at 930 pm or something. anyway, this is a good game. pretty hard once he gets a few in him. this site made me laugh outloud several times. it reminded me of you jeff. this is a sitethat i saw as a link somewhere and i cant vouch for how good it is but it has a cool domain name. this thing provided me with a surprising amount of fun. now for the grand prize winner. i spent about 6 hours of my day at this site or at links found at it. the story of jd8 was found here. hey jeff, remember that time you got drunk and people wrote on you? it could have been worse. atleast nobody did this. ill let you find your own favorites but here are some good ones: picture #1, picture #2.

while riding on the T this guy glared at some stupid tourists and told me, "you can totally tell who is from Boston by how they ride the T". he was so right. these jerks kept stumbling back and forth and talking about how the driver was crazy and needed to learn how to drive. not to mention they checked the map about every 4 seconds telling each other how many more stops. idiots. we went around a curve and one of these tourists rammed into me. "ah gee sorry, im not used to riding on the T". i replied "no problem, im not used to having my face elbowed into the window" (saturated with sarcasm).

at lunch today we (me, eric, and this machine shop guy larry) went to some small irish pub in Newton. eric is a comp. sci. major coop and larry is the kind of guy who looks like he should work in a machine shop: grease stained jeans, full beard that is out of control, flanal shirt, etc. anyway, all of the waitresses were cute little irish chicks, none taller than 5'2". they liked us and kept shoveling beers down our throats. it was real fun till the bill came. actually i made some of that up. i didnt have a single beer, but the other two guys did.

ah yes another family holiday has passed. i usually have to endure three of these a year and they seem to get worse every year. i have decided to spend my last day at work wasting time on the computer (big surprise). the worst of the big 3 holidays, as i have recently decided to call them, is thanksgiving. while there is the bonus of getting a guaranteed 2 days off from school/work, there is nothing to do the entire day except watch football and try and avoid awkward conversations with my family. this is how i spend most of the holidays, hiding in places i think no one will find me and generally walking away mumbling when anyone tries to start talking to me. i have taken the last few minutes to formulate a list of the pro's and cons of each holiday: Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. i actually spent no minutes formulating no list, and will do it as i type it. EASTER: pros: an enormous meal, small amount of gifts, candy, usually a smaller portion of my family there, on a sunday so i can often find someplace to go as an excuse (ah gee, i gotta go, i got work/school/appointment tomorrow). cons: pawning off jelly beans which my family for some reason never remembers i hate, looking for the last 12 eggs that nobody can remember where they were hid in the blistering cold, seeing my family especially my uncle rick and his crazy wife and kid, no extra vacation days awarded. THANKSGIVING: pros: an enormous meal, tryptophan (the chemical in wine and turkey responsible for making you sleepy after consumption) giving me an excuse for my tiredness and general anti-social behavior, guaranteed 4 day weekend, football games give me another activity to do while not talking to anyone. cons: seeing my family, being wicked tired after the huge meal, no presents, no excuse to leave, almost everyone related to me within a 4 state radius there to ask me the same questions about college. CHRISTMAS: pros: tons of gifts, enormous meal, ludicrous amounts of cookies, pies, and candy, the potential for a huge vacation, playing with the toys, fuller agenda (stockings, breakfast, lunch, gifts, pie, dinner, cookies) make the day go by faster. cons: being fake nice when you get stuff you dont want or already have, the potential for a tiny/nonexistent vacation, dealing with driving in the snow (more on that later), looking like a cheap jerk when you get presents from people you didnt give one to.

so, as most people who talked to me know, i was slated to work on the 26th. my plan was to collect my loot from christmas and then catch a bus back to boston on christmas day. i didnt, however, plan on the ridiculous winter storm. christmas eve we opened the family gifts, with my mom, brothers, sister and her boyfriend. the next morning we did stockings (we had to wait till santa came), then went to my brothers apartment to get stuff from my dad. for the 3rd leg of the journey we had to go down to charlestown to my aunts place. we arrived around 12 and did normal christmas things (ate, opened gifts, ate, played with toys, ate). by around 4 i noticed that there was a fair amount of snowfall and that it was coming down pretty good. my brother offered to give me a ride to the bus station so i packed up my stuff and we were off. Rte. 12A was a nightmare. we passed about 4 cars off the road and went no faster than 20 mph the entire time. my brothers honda prelude has about 3 inches of clearance and since most of the roads were unplowed it was an eventful evening. all told we got about 2 feet of snow and got stuck 4 times. pushing his car usually worked but when it didnt, we'd flag a passing tow truck who would offer his services. one in particular we were gonna pay but instead we gave him 3 cookies and he was happily on his way. the biggest surprise of all was yet to come. we rolled into the bus station a few minutes early and saw the happy sign on the door: All buses to Boston until 10:30 on the 26th have been cancelled due to poor weather. great. so much for work. we went back to my brothers place with some newcastle's and watched officespace. the next morning i packed up my toys and took the sold out bus to boston. needless to say carrying 3 suitcases full of stuff was a little annoying. since my boss wasnt here yesterday, and he has already signed my timecard there is no need for him to know i missed work. i win. merry christmas dick durkot. you just payed me to watch movies. i left a window open in our room and it must have been windy cause everything is everywhere. atleast today is my last day of work. classes on friday HOORAY.

i can only leave stupid ones, what the hell

thanks go out to steph, brianna, sabrina, kayla, and courtney for leaving me messages of goodwill and cheer to brighten my day when i returned. for everyone who didnt leave me something, and especially for jerko1932 who left some weird pseudo sexual message, you can all go to hell. more on why im not at work right now, when i get less lazy.

can someone please explain to me the 12 days of christmas bullshit. first of all, id be pissed if i got a shitload of leaping lords and milking maids. secondly, since when is christmas more than one day. either ive been getting screwed for 20 years or that song is flawed. maybe the author of that song was thinking of hanukah, and they forgot to mention the elaborate candle holder and top with cryptic markings on it. i cant knock the latkas though. those things are the best. the only semi rational explanation i can come up with for that song is that the christians were competing with the jews. the conversation probably went something like this:

jew: "hey christian, we get to celebrate for 8 days sucka"
christian: "oh yeah jew? well we got, ummm, well, 12 days of christmas. not only that but everyone gets 5 golden rings and all kinds of crazy leaping lords and swimming swans!"
jew: "oh yeah stupid, well your 'messiah' was a jew. what does that tell you?"
christian: "his last name was christ, not christowitz you stupid jew!"

then they all had a good laugh, played dradle and read the bible.

someone needs to put a stop to all of this aim talk. while i use the program pretty extensively and have even found myself using those smiley faces, some things should just not be allowed. for example: "r u coming?", "wont he b jealous", "i sed that already", "ur right", "y?", and my personal least favorite, "LOL". let us all make a conscious effort to stop habitual offenders. everytime someone uses one of these lazy phrases tell them they are fat and lazy. eventually people may learn to be not so lazy or take a typing class or something.

i woke up at 6:58 this morning and since i usually leave at 7 exactly i quickly readied myself and was out the door by 7:03. i am exhausted, but i got to work on time.

after drinking with the hamels last evening, i went to bed at a (fairly) reasonable hour. i woke up at 2:30 thinking that my alarm had woken me up. i was evidently still pretty drunk because after going to the bathroom and brushing my teeth i walked back into my room and began getting dressed for work. only after several attempts to cloth myself did i notice that it was no where near work time so i collapsed for another 4 and a half hours.

"dont you think its funny that if i grab a girls ass, and she punches me, shes defending her rights? but if a guy grabs my ass, and i punch him, im a homophobe"
-way of the gun

i received my disciplinary sanction yesterday. not only am i assessed a fine from the university, but i have to attend a 3 day class, write a reflection paper, be on probation till april, and do 20 hours of community service. i was pissed until i realized i didnt care, and have been expecting this for almost 2 months now.

i have discovered much to my dismay that nothing is open during the intersession here at northeastern. while, this shouldnt come as a surpise, it did. the gym closes at the early hour of 4 oclock and i believe is only open at 6 am. for the first time in awhile i have a justifiable reason not to go there. what upsets me more is that chicken lou's is not open so i have to make my own food. stupid chicken lou-ser.

i was relieved this morning to find that some jerk outbid me on an item i erroneously bid on on ebay. in the last few days i have been spending the majority of my time at work looking for and buying things on ebay. i have spent close to 300 dollars, mostly on things i do not need. as a christmas present to myself i bought some nice poker chips as well as ping pong balls (in bulk), a personal breathalizer, and other things of this nature.

happy birthday to joe and sabrina.

i was listening to the radio today and heard the dj ragging on yoko ono. now, i had never heard any of her stuff before and only had really heard of her because she broke up the beatles (basically). but she is TERRIBLE. has anyone else heard this? she just wails monosyllabilicly. she goes on and on for minutes on end just screaming. i mean seriously, what is with her.

why is the dime so small? it is worth twice as much as a nickel and yet is pathetically dwarfed by it. its almost as small as bob barkers microphone.

it was this kid jonas' last day today. since he is a senior and will no longer be working here ever again he decided to burn all of his bridges. in the middle of lunch he got in an argument with his boss, stu, and kept telling him his last name should be ped. he just kept shouting "Stu-ped!, stu-ped!. you probably dont even get it you stupid stupid". i laughed for about 45 minutes straight. actually, none of that stuff actually happened. i did laugh though. i dont remember why.

read this. are you kidding me?

i had a dream this morning after my alarm clock went off and before i actually got up. what i recall of this dream is as follows: i was awoken by a phone call saying i needed to give blood right away. i was sitting on my bed and i called 424-9000 (the number for dominos which i ordered last night). evidently i thought they were the red cross or something.
"hi, id like information on giving blood"
"we are not interested"
"you just called me and told me i needed to give blood immediately"
"that is not true"
"i promise it is, you just barely called me"
"no"
"okay bye"
then i woke up and got ready for work.

"hi matt, my name is Linda Something"
"hi, what can i do for you?"
"there is an open bar at the christmas party and if i catch you drinking you will be terminated because you are not of age"
"thanks"

this was the conversation from start to finish with some cunt from the HR dept. how dare she just assume that i am going to break the law and jeopardize my boss, the gillette company, as well as the people at gillette stadium. i hadnt even met this bitch before and i dont think its an exaggeration to say that she is spawn of satan. whenever i find out what kind of car miss linda something drives she will have the surprise of having all 4 tires slashed. you will pay linda.

awesome. i havent written for a lil while so here are the big updates. first, my plan to get paid while i was at court on tuesday worked like a charm as my boss OK'ed my paid sick day. i win. all of my roomates are gone and in their absence i have not cleaned. our suite is looking like a shithole. on friday i was supposed to go up to UNH to visit kristie who invited me to her moving in party as well as cory miecilika (his last name is something ridiculous like that pronounced mitch-i-leak-a) whom i havent seen in close to a year since he moved to florida to evade the law. happy birthday to cassie who's birthday i missed on saturday. now, for the reason i was unable to go. i purchased my train ticket well in advance and was all ready to go. i left a solid 15-20 minutes early so i would have time to pick up my ticket, get some cash from the ATM and not have to rush. even with all this preparation and planning i got to north station just as the train was pulling out. i literally could have been there 2 minutes earlier and caught it without a problem. while on the T i got a great surprise. BROKEN. the T broke down and sat there for a solid 25 minutes inbetween stops so no one could leave. while sitting on the paralyzed train i stared at all of the pissed faces. i wondered where they were all going so i started to make up stories for them. one guy was on his way to logan, and would now miss his flight. he was flying to california to see his sick father, who passes away without seeing his son one last time. the son is so depressed that he sues the MBTA for a kajillion dollars, wins, and buys a small island nation where he spends the rest of his days. another lady was due to meet her husband for their anniversary and would be late. the husband would get worried and leave to go looking for her so when she finally got to the restaraunt he would be gone. she would head home to find him filing a missing persons report with the police. they'd see each other and be so relieved and happy to see each other that they would fly to las vegas and spend their life savings. the ending to that one is a little half-assed cause i got bored of thinking about that lady and her stupid husband. i fabricated several other intricate stories about people but by now i have forgotten them all.

i just read an amazing article at cnn.com about this little shithole town in texas. evidently if you miss homework, you have to attend an after school class. if you fail to attend this class they slap you and your parents with a fine of up to 185 bucks. sweet lord what is the world coming to. other interesting news: moby got beat up last night. stupid eminem fans. ummm, sly stallone is going to come out with ANOTHER rocky movie. sly is 56. a review of "the hot chick" made me laugh for awhile: "You have to hand it to Rob Schneider. In his films, no joke is too lame, no plot too preposterous, no cliche too overdone. He just dives in with gusto", and the critic continues, "'The Hot Chick' [however] lacks any coherent point. The witchy blonde becomes a better person after walking in the shoes of a larcenous felon. Really? And the kids she mocked in high school now rally to her cause. Huh?" really makes me wanna go see that.

i am the master of all mortals. bow to me or be denied the glorious light that is having my aquaintence.

in celebration of not going to jail, or even having to pay too much fine money, after court i went out and bought both a new game cube game, James Bond: Nightfire, as well as a new computer game, Civilization II: Test of Time. they are both nasty and since they are brand new, highly addictive. after work i do little more than eat, get drunk, and play video games. hopefully their charm will dull soon so i can find atleast moderately more productive things to do. on a side note, nobody is here so its not like there is a shitload of parties to go to anyway, plus our cable is turned off so video games is the natural next choice.

yeah, so after working at gillette for like 2 weeks, not only was i invited to the open bar christmas party at gillette stadium but i also received a christmas bonus. this place is the best.

i spilled an entire cup of coffee this morning. i looked around quickly and didnt see anyone so i left the scene of the crime. just now i checked and there is virtually no sign of it, which means some sorry bastard had to clean up the mess that i was too lazy to. suckas.

james bond night fire, is going to rule my life.

after calling in sick yesterday i thought my boss might be suspicious if i was perfectly fine today. rather than trying to fake it all day long i decided that getting drunk and being hungover all day long would be my best option. while it worked perfectly in making me feel bad, im not sure i look too sick. not to mention i havent seen my boss all day. he might not even be here. the drunkeness was good except for 2 major incidents. drunken incident number 1 was comitted by michael jenkins. he knocked over a candle that was on my desk and glass went flying everywhere and is now happily embedded in our carpeting. drunken incident number 2 was also comitted by michael jenkins. after missing a shot in beirut, he felt the need to put his heel through my wall. it made me so happy this morning to see that hole in the wall.

court was the BEST. i got to see all my friends i met in the holding cell. the judge was definitely a dickhead, and even one of the lawyers said that he "was a real asshole". the judge sort of talked like Mike Tyson, but seemed relatively not terrible. anyway, he sort of was pissed at me at first cause my lawyer wanted to do something wierd but then he just gave us 6 month probation. not to big a deal unless i get in trouble before june 9th. so on june 10th you better believe ill be drinking like a maniac. the title ive given it (the party) is: thank god im not on probation anymore so lets get shitty party. you are all invited. now i must deal with the evil northeastern university. see what those pricks have in store for me. i bet my boss was WICKED glad i called in this morning. and i woke up at 6 to do it because i knew he wouldnt be there. hopefully he doesnt get super pissed about it.

talk about an ego boost. take these online IQ tests. they are the best. this one says: Wow! A score above 130 means that your performance on this test was way above average. Actually, according to this test, you are absolutely brilliant. Only a very small percentage of people score this high. i actually only got a 130, so not above 130 but close enough. after i went back and changed my gender from male to female, my IQ jumped up to 136. this test evidently thinks girls are dumb. either that or i just answered stuff that chicks dont know like some of the spacial recognition and such. who knows.

other things i "learned" about myself on online tests: People who have unconscious minds driven by self-protection tend to shy away from conflict and may intellectualize emotional issues rather than letting themselves become upset or overwrought during arguments. whatever that means. also, after my IQ test in which i scored a 136, i was told im a visual mathmatician and that 60% of visual mathematicians wait for the other person to make the first move on a date. that is a pretty unimpressive statistic, but they wanted me to pay 15 bucks for a better analysis so thatll have to do.

while perusing bored.com at work today, i came across a site called: which is worse? one of the questions read as follows. which is worse, a:Having a dream you are eating chocolate ice cream in the nude, or b:Waking up from the dream with a spoon in your butt. it is a tough choice. after i became bored of that site i went to take one of those ink blot tests. it was quite a lengthy test and here is what it revealed about me:
Whether you know it or not, your unconscious mind is defending your internal emotional experiences. It acts like an emotional dam that helps you keep things in check. One reason for this could be that you have a deeply-rooted fear of being flooded by emotions. In response, your unconscious acts in the opposite manner, by protecting you from unpredictable, emotional tidal waves. While this tendency might be useful in some circumstances, it may also at times make your emotions hard to articulate or grasp. And that can lead to some frustration. Since you tend to appear level-headed to others, they feel they can count on you for sound opinions and advice. Another benefit of your unconscious drive is that it allows you to remain calm in the toughest of situations. This can be a real benefit for you during business negotiations or personal arguments because you're not apt to say damaging things that you'll have to apologize for later. The only hazard with this drive towards self-protection, is you might filter out good emotions as well as the bad. That can leave you feeling like something is missing, something you can't quite place. But ultimately, your unconscious is wise and will know if there is a time in the future where it would be beneficial to be different. Though your unconscious mind is driven most strongly by Self-protection, there is much more to who you are at your core.
while reading that jargon it all seems to ring true, but i worry it is the same as that horoscope crap that you can relate anything to your life. like that MORON jon edwards and his ridiculous show crossing over. after making the giant mistake one day of watching that absolute ridiculousness i have come to the following conclusions. jon edwards is an idiot. the people who go on his show and listen to what he says, are idiots. people who watch his show on television on a regular basis, are idiots. the network people who continue to air his show, are geniuses for finding something so ludicrous that idiots will love. it seems all he does is walk out on stage, pick someone from the audience and then make up things. for example, he might say, "hmmm, i see a mark. does that name ring a bell?" and the gullible contestant would say "jeez, not really. oh wait, i once met a kid in college named mark. he was in my math class sophomore year. that is amazing!" and jon would then continue choosing unobscure names that the gullible contestant would find some connection with. he even goes as far to say mere letters. "i see an R, anything in your life begin with an R?", and the contestants never realize they are being duped by an unimpressive conartist. what the hell is wrong with people.

crappy weekend. ummm, here are some conversations i had on friday night. names have been omitted to protect the innocent/guilty.

conversation 1:
whitetrashkateer: you suck anybodys dick tonight?
*********: yeah a few guys
whitetrashkateer: well done
whitetrashkateer: as maddox claims girls are skanky bitches begging for it when you get down to it
*********: hahahahah
*********: maddox i s rihgt
*********: you are monre deformed thatn the elephant man
whitetrashkateer: not true
whitetrashkateer: actually that is the most false thing youve ever said
*********: ha you are the moast falzse thing i've ever sad
whitetrashkateer: that was a poorly constructed sentence
whitetrashkateer: by the way, you just made my blog for tomorrow
*********: you are a poorly constructed sentences
*********: NOOOOOO
*********: don't1
*********: you ass
*********: i hate you forever

conversation 2:
*********: fine thats the way its gonna be .. u lose.
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Auto response from whitetrashkateer: hanging with my only real friends, the girls in 411
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whitetrashkateer: oh yeah
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Auto response from *********: fucking loser. i hate you
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whitetrashkateer: that isnt too nice


conversation 3:
*********: what te fi k this is **** ***** an d me and **** are mad we arent your friends since whend?
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Auto response from whitetrashkateer: hanging with my only real friends, the girls in 411
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*********: we are the girls in ***
*********: we are your god mdamn friendsssssssssssssssss
*********: meanie
*********: ***** says you scuck
*********: haha
*********: jk
*********: we love you
*********: not
*********: too bad they are gu\\ugly girls

this weekend was genuinely not fun. i really can say with all honesty that despite a few bright points i would have been happier had this weekend never occurred. some of the highlights include playing pictionary and seeing rashawn stuck in the closet. im looking forward to going to work.

you know what i love about being left-handed? whenever i write in, say marker or pencil, the side of my hand gets covered in ink or graphite. for those of you simpletons who dont understand what i am talking about let me spell it out. not cause i think anyone really doesnt get it but because i am trying to kill time before lunch so i dont have to start any more of my bosses evil projects. anyway, since you write left to right (duh) and my hand actually trails my pencil/marker the edge of my hand ends up smearing all the graphite/ink, and i am left with both a sloppy and poor looking document/picture as well as an entire edge of my hand that has to be scraped clean with steel wool. what is also nice is if i dont realize that there is ink on my hand and i start the next line or something and the page gets dabbed with red marker. i find that that makes for very professional looking documents. how is it possible that i still dont realize my hand gets covered despite writing lefthanded almost my entire life (yes, almost)? i dont know jerk, i just dont. now if you are questioning why i havent written left-handed my entire life, then by all means, read on. a story i have told several people, as i enjoy laughing at the ineptitude of my elementary school, begins like this. in nursery school and kindegarten i was forced to draw and color with my right hand. naturally at that age ambidextrosity isnt a common trait (though i have developed it throughout the years). so, my coloring and drawing was always sub-par or as they said: NI (needs improvement). yes, i was one of those kids who nearly failed kindegarten for not being able to color. anyway, they thought i was retarded or something, and almost had to go to prefirst, or readiness, whatever its called at your school. basically where you go if you fail kindegarten rather than retaking it. thankfully my parents were so disappointed with my poor coloring ability that they had a conference and demanded that i color something with both them and the teacher present. when they saw me using my right hand they immediately called the teacher a moron and put the marker in my other hand. all was right (sorry bout the pun) with the world again. i passed kindegarten with flying colors (ie grades of satisfactory, excellent, and outstanding) and am now plagued with the dirty-edge-of-my-left-hand syndrome. youll notice above that i did not use the phrase "no pun intended" as that phrase is for the small of brain. i do apologize for even mentioning there was a pun, because most people, if not all, do not care one bit about puns.

i have just returned from an hour long snowball fight and i was smart enough not to wear gloves. though my hands soon became numb and a wonderful onslaught of snowball fighting ensued. when all the hootanany (sp) was coming to an end, several trashbags filled with water fell from the 8th floor. had they hit their targets bones would have broken and/or lives would have been lost. the penisless bastards who did it will pay dearly. anyway, now inside my hands have past the numb cold phase and are now in the awful hot itchy phase. you know, when all you can think about is tearing the flesh off your hands to stop the horrible irritation. this is a mistake however. anyone familiar with this situation knows better than to itch. if you itch it just ends up hurting more and for longer. so you must deal with it. it is awful. i spent 50 minutes writing this because of poor typing directly related to the aforementioned itchyness.

suckers were tricked while trying to access my blog.

the guy in the cubicle adjacent to mine is currently complaining to someone about how he has stolen all of these signs and now cant find a good way to get rid of the metal poles they come on. his current plan is to bury them in the woods. updates will be coming later. oh wait, this just in, i just heard him say he's going to have a yardsale to try and make some money off the pieces of stolen items he no longer wants. this man has several college degrees and this is his best plan? wow.

you know what i really want to happen? i want my evil boss dick durkot (yes, that is his real name) to ask me for partial results of the current experiment im doing and bitch about them because i havent had time to put them into a spreadsheet. then i want him to take the spreadsheet that i busted my ass to make and have him give me shit for a second time for not having it on his desk. next, i think it would be cool if he misinterpreted my clearly labeled columns and rows and made an ass of himself in a big meeting with his bosses. finally it would be sweet if he started lecturing me the second i get to work today about the stupid spreadsheet and pretend like it was my fault even after i clearly describe what my data table says. also it would be awesome if he made up some asanine reason to have me do another stupidly tedious experiment. not only that but he should smell like rotting meat and have a graying/balding mullet and a dirty mexican mustache.

i was recently notified that my virus definition has been automatically updated. although i was perfectly comfortable with the old list it is always nice to see that my computer is perpetually working on things i dont need, while i waste time reading maddox's website. i think instead it should work on not crapping out and giving me the evil blue screen. that would be a nice thing to do automatically. stupid dell. after pseudo busting my ass (in comparison to my usual half-ass effort) at work i spent the final hour of work looking for the cap to my pen. it fell off and i swear to god it evaporated. i looked for so long. the carpet was a similar color to the cap so i had to get on hands and knees and put my face 2 inches above the carpet. i didnt find it. last weekend, during thanksgiving break, i hung out with a lot of cool people and hot chicks and evidently forgot to mention them in a blog. i have since been hassled several times to write about them in here. here are some of the hot chicks i made drunken passes at: cassie chase, kati lary, angela muzzey, lindsay gibson, erika wood, kristen brown, danielle storti, britney mathers, jessica crowell, crystal tobin, and amanda parker. if a girl reads this who i have left out or if someone say me making a moron of myself in front of another girl please feel free to send me an IM about it.

p.s. the girl i really wanted to hang out with, wasnt there. or even in the state.

while pretending to work just now, i burst out in laughter, when over the low whisper of interoffice gossiping and click of keyboards i hear loud and clear "IM A COP YOU IDIOT" from one of those arnold swarzenaeger (sp) soundboards. which old balding scientist did it, i will not likely find out.

i just added a counter to my page as you may or may not have noticed. the glowing oranges numbers at the bottom is the counter, for the slow witted. i didnt pick an arbitrary number either, that is the counter number according to the YACCS so since i have put the comment thing in who knows how long ago, that is how many hits. not as impressive a number as jeff allens but were not in a competition right? actually we are and i will win if it means refreshing my own page 50 times a day to inflate my number.

oh, man. i got drunk last night. it wasnt as big a mistake as i thought it would be. though kinlin was tied up with phone calls and hamel left before the night began to go have sex, it was a good time. jenkins, whom i hadnt hung out with for awhile drank with me and his sister and her roomates came over, which was excellent. i have spent the last few days at work reading every page i can in this guy maddox's website. he is the original creator of the criticism (sp) of the childrens drawings, if you have seen that. while rather twisted i think it is very worthwhile to read anything you can on this site. this page in particular made me laugh like a jerk. my cubicle neighbor gave me a dirty look because i apparently disrupted his analysis of some stupid lab report. anyway, maddox continually says how great he is and how much other people and things suck ass but for the most part he is funny. anyway, i woke up this morning after a stevio like performance of sleeping through my alarm for a solid 35 minutes. happily joe wasnt there to stab me. if i was forced to listen to uninterrupted alarm clock beeping for 35 minutes i would find the responsible party and smash a guitar up their face.

p.s. trying to do important lab research with costly chemicals while still drunk from the night before is the best.

i decided to bring in my boxing gloves to school which should prove to be some drunken painfulness. i cant wait for the weekend. i also brought in my old school nintendo which (surprise surprise) is proving unreliable. i find myself blowing into the cartridge and the game unit itself over and over again in a vain attempt to play mario bro's. plus i have posted SOMEONES lace thong on my wall once again this year.

after spending the weekend at home my sister volunteered to take me home (school). we passed a humongous accident on I-95 although our side was only slowed because people wanted to see what happened so they slowed down to a ridiculous pace. stupid people. after getting onto storrow drive we found that the exit we wanted was completely shut down due to a moving truck that had tipped over. while i felt bad that their stuff was strewn about the exit ramp i couldnt help feeling pissed that we couldnt take our exit. i became a little worried because passed that exit my comfort zone drops off exponentially and my sister had much less of an idea than i did as to where to go. we took the next exit and zipped onto the mass pike, averting a potentially disastrous situation. it wasnt that good a story i know, but i am bored here at work and nothing else really cool happened.

on a local radio station this was heard at 2 in the morning last night, apparently there was a tv show in japan that was recently cancelled. its title is translated as "Extremely Poor Crying Girl Takes Off Her Gear". it seems the show consisted only of 2 girls playing paper, rocks, and scissors and whoever lost took off there clothes. those classy japanese.

david, my older brother, sent me this email which cheered me up quite a bit. enjoy it as i did.
Analogies and Metaphors Found in High School Essays:

Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p. m. instead of 7:30.

Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.

Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

"Oh, Jason, take me!"; she panted, her breasts heaving like a college freshman on $1-a-beer night.

He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Tex.) in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Rep. Henry Hyde (R-Ill. ) in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the impeachment of President William Jefferson Clinton.

The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword.

Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.

She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.

Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.

It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.

ok, first things first, this is dedicated to stephanie niro because she, unlike most in the country, has to work today and that is horrible. i have recently realized that i cannot stand my family. my brothers and sister are the only ones that i ever want to see again. my mom has her moments. and my dad doesnt count cause i barely see him anyway. mike (my brother) and i were sitting there as usual after the food had been served and eaten. we were both thinking the same thing but he was the one to actually say it. "its like after we eat im just counting down the minutes till we can leave". it was so true. i spent a good while thinking of any place i would less like to be. jail came to mind, but in jail you dont have annoying cousins whom you dont like nor evil aunts and uncles asking you over and over again how school is going. i decided that if i had the choice of spending that amount of time in jail or with the extended family i would choose jail. it sounds a little dramatic, but i swear its true. then mike and i began naming dollar amounts we would pay in order to leave at that very moment. i believe the highest total was 50 for me, and 30 for him. i truly believe that that is what hell is like. i cannot imagine a more uncomfortable or awkward place that i so desperately wanted to leave.

my town is the best. check out the police website. notice that there are no unsolved crimes. way to go guys. upon further analysis which im sure no one will do, you'll see that we have 9 policemen several of which are also firemen, and our chief of police majored in music studies in college. what it doesnt say is that he was a DJ for a local radio station for several years before being fired. he is, however, the only one of those pricks that doesnt deserve to be run over by a tractor trailer truck.

i just found out that today we are going to be released at 3 which is awesome, and as a second bit of good news i found out i get some kind of absurd discount on anything to do with gillette. its like 60 cents for 4 AA batteries. needless to say everyone in my family will be getting shaving cream, toothbrushes, blades and batteries for christmas.

the sign outside the building i work in is covered with a blue tarp which looks pretty ugly and unprofessional. from time to time as i sit at my desk and wander aimlessly around the internet why they would leave it there. my curiousity finally overwhelmed me and i asked dinah what the deal with it was. apparently one side of the sign says duracell, which makes sense because this facility formarly was dedicated only to duracell. this was however in 1996. the other side of the sign used to have a gillette sign on it. it seems that that sign was removed and used on or in gillette stadium. why they couldnt spring for a new sign no one can answer.

those Husseins are always up to something

you know when 2 T cars are coupled together? what does the guy sitting at the drivers seat of the second car do? is he a trainee learning the intricate craft of driving a train? if he is actually paid to do that, it may be the easiest job on the planet.

while staring blankly at an ad on the T this morning, the girl sitting below the ad evidently thought i was oggling her because i got a hideously dirty look.

my friend tim smith lives in a treehouse. he drives a volkswagen bus, and makes bread for a living. he just approached these people in southern vermont and asked if he could build a treehouse on their land. in return he does some landscaping (painting, mowing the lawn, trimming bushes, gardening, etc) for them. he also said when he leaves they are free to have the treehouse to do what they will with it. he is one of those kids who says, "i think im going to go to california", and that day quits their job and goes. ive told this story to several people, most recently stephanie, and the reaction is always the same. thats awesome. i wish i could do that. for some time i have been thinking to myself why i cant just do that. say, to hell with school for now, and just do whatever the hell i want. spontaneity is a hard thing to learn however. some people can just do it. i cannot. steph and i settled on an acceptable scapegoat for this: society. admittedly it is an easy scapegoat to pick, but when reasoned out perhaps youll agree. ever since i was a kid ive been waiting for my time. ive always felt like i had to hold back, because of something in the future. in highschool i had to get good grades and study because i needed to get into a good college. now that im in college, i have to study and work hard so that i can get a good job. why? so i can make a good life for my family. does that sound like happiness? maybe for some, but it is difficult for me to believe that everyone should follow this exact recipe. as steph said "its too hard to break away from what society tells you is happiness.. like you must live in a house with a white picket fence, make a lot of money, get married have kids, etc..(for example) ... thats what we aim for ... but when we get it.. it isnt necessarily happiness.. in fact.. its usually not.. but its funny cause while i realize this.. i still want it.. and would never do anything like that [live in a treehouse] which would stray me from that goal". now i am going to steal from a book she is/was reading: "we dont see the truth because we are blind. what blinds us are all those false beliefs we have in our mind. we have the need to be right and to make others wrong.. we trust what we believe and our beliefs set us up for suffering". stupid society sets up all of these rules that are so ingrained into our heads, are almost, if not, inescapable. i keep thinking, alright, after college ill be able to do what i want. but secretly in my head i doubt this is true. i would like to take 5 years to travel the country, the globe, without a plan or anything. just wing it, and end up working on somebodys farm in sweden for cash to get to paris. and then from there choose somewhere else id like to go. just live life instead of all of the bullshit that goes on now. find a way to enjoy life rather than trying to survive it. maybe there will be no way out, who knows. i wish i could just start over knowing what i know now: to not worry so much about the little things that seem so insignificant now, but were huge growing up. maybe that would make me feel more fulfilled, cause what im doin now isnt working. the bottom line and central message you should take out of this is that society is a cocksucker, and i hate it. plus i like to bitch about stuff. fuck it, maybe ill just get drunk.

percentage of men who say they'd watch a sitcom starring mike tyson: 52

i travelled to unh last night and saw just under a billion people i havent seen for close to a thousand years. an honorable mentions goes to tohr, whom i havent seen for 6 years if not more. also, ashley lalamiuere (i have no idea on the spelling), who is one of my good friends younger sisters has grown up into a hottie. the last time i saw her, she was in like 6th grade and now she is smokin'. damn. i must have been really drunk because i woke up with some gum in my mouth that i had apparently put in the night before. i was very surprised to find it in my mouth this morning and i think that the gums flavor changed from cinnamon to death over night cause it tasted horrible. at first i thought it was a piece of food i was eating when i passed out. boy that was weird.

everyone in my entire department is at some safety meeting. i have nothing to do except play on the internet. i actually planned ahead though, bringing in stuff to do at work, like de-fucking my schedule as well as some survey on depression.

i heard on the radio today that ben affleck is the sexiest man alive. i have lost the will to live.

good quotes lately:
"Tatjana isnt russian, she's retarded, what a stupid stupid lady". (chris)
"nothing better than college chicks in the shower". (chris)
"oh shit, is that bad".(me) "no big deal, but do it again and chris will call you a retard again" (paul)

there is some ecologic crisis going on about zinc lately. i guess this guy dan is accused of illegally dumping a bunch of zinc down the sink and since the town monitors that in water it was a huge deal. this dan fellow came in and we (me my boss paul and chris) told him that the safety people were saying it was him. he responded by sticking his middle fingers at the safety people and saying "fuckin prove it". it was awesome. since they are hiring new co-ops for next quarter all of my coworkers are trying to get me to give a lowdown on all the hot chicks at nu and to have them apply there. then conversation turned to girls in the building. apparently there is a girl named michele kwan in the other building who is very androgenous. one of the kinds of people you have to ask about the gender. i laughed for about an hour when chris said "that kwan girl has nothing going on. i mean nothing. like an 8 year old boy". oh man, conversation only got worse. i wish i had recorded it or something. it was hilarious. another co-op student who works ther dinah, a senior, is pretty good looking, is a popular topic of discussion. one moment in particular was one chris asked her "why did you get that tongue ring dinah, is it so you can blow horns better. haahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha". then we pointed and laughed.

paul and chris talk about there wives and how awful they are the majority of the work day. it is sort of awkward cause i dont want to be like, "yeah, youre wives sound like bitches". but then i said it anyway and they melted my face off with sulfuric acid. actually i just made that up.

i started working yesterday at duracell, and i like it a lot so far. anyway, my co-workers are morons. im sure they are very smart, but they can act like little kids. paul, a technician i work with, put a latex glove over his whole head and breathed out to fill it up. my boss was talking with the guy in the cubicle across from me and the only part of the conversation i heard was " ... and that is why breasts are the center of the universe." today the quote of the day occurred when i was being shown how to run the recompacting machine by paul and chris. chris was showing me how to override all of the stupid safety checks: "who gives a fuck about safety? not us." that made my day, as i laughed nervously. chris and paul spend most of the work day bitching about their wives, and i just sort of nod since i dont have a wife. it is sort of awkward cause i dont want to be like "yeah your wives sound like bitches". then i said it to them anyway, and they melted my face off with sulfuric acid. actually i made that up.

have you ever gone through your entire buddylist and checked everyones away messages. and when your done, checked them again to see if any changed. i also enjoy checking out who has been online the longest. the winner is kayla with 5 days, 23 hours and 57 minutes and the loser being andrea with 15 minutes. although by the time i got done checking how long everyone was online for, 5 minutes have gone by, so those times are approximate.

today i will be travelling north to merrimac, ma. why you ask. well i will tell you. my sister and her boyfriend reside there and i must recruit her services to drive me out to western mass somewhere. why am i going there. again i answer, my dad is singing in a choir and they are performing faure requiem or something. before you ask i will state my reasons for going through all this trouble. not only would i actually enjoy this concert, but i am dead broke and must beg him for money otherwise i very literally cannot afford to transport myself to my job. on that note, i recently conquered the hair follicle drug test. ive been telling myself that quitting drugs would pay off and it finally has. i am the best.

last night we had a party in our room. actually it was more like me hamel kinlin and eric playing beirut and a bunch of other people there. to her credit steph did play a match as my partner before quitting while behind. ummm, marissa her sister courtney farah and kayla all stopped by. erika and andrea also were here for a time and colleen is also on the honorary guestlist. she outclassed us all by bringing the grey goose. touche. i finally got to say something i had been meaning to for awhile i just wish i didnt have to be drunk to say it.

while experts have found that one ounce of special k and 4 ounces of milk can be part of a healthy diet, however one ounce of special k and 5 ounces of milk is deadly poison.

i have found that i am becoming more and more nocturnal. each day more awake hours shift a little more. for example, yesterday, i was awake from the hours of 3 until 430. and i woke up today at 330. so to counteract this i have two equally unpleasant options. i can A, stay up for an extra days cycle which will likely produce 2 things. the first will be me being all giddy and slap happy from being tired and the second i will be in bed by like 845 tomorrow night (thirsty thursday). anyway, option B, is going to sleep at a reasonable hour even though i am not the slightest bit tired. more likely i will try to go to sleep but end up lying in bed sweating for several hours before passing out due to heat exhaustion. why would i be so hot you ask? our airconditioners were removed for the winter leaving us with very little climate control. our thermostat is currently set at 52 degrees and the very same thermostat says that it is a shade above 80. i know what you are saying. "why dont you open your windows you moron". when i moved in the fall i thought it would be nice to have my computer in front of the window, so if i were to open it my desk and valuable computer would be soaked due to the rain we have been receiving these last couple of days. perhaps youve thought of another way to escape from this heat. use a fan you say. well, my friend we have and do use them but they are far too small to make a difference. otherwise i wouldnt have written this blog in the first place. i bet you didnt think about that, did you, idiot.

i HATE our bathroom light. it is one of those cheap fluorescent tube light things and it is dying. even though i say it is dying it is showing more action now than it ever did. it flickers and flashes and is pretty much an annoying strobe light. so when you brush your teeth you have to do so in the dark or risk spasmatic convulsions caused by the light i have dubbed: the seizure machine. also, our shower nob falls off occasionally. no one even has to be in the bathroom, we were watching tv the other day and during a particularly suspenseful part of the show, the friggin shower thing falls off smashing and clanging in the tub. our bathroom sucks.

yes, as i was reminded by steph, i went on an adventure with the crew from west campus out to jp licks. the ice cream was amazing, but right as we left it started to pour. finishing our icecream we took refuge where all those jerk berklee kids hang out and smoke. i voiced my dislike of the berklee students then and i will do so again. it seems to me that they have nothing better to do than walk around with their guitars and smoke outside. they clog up the entire sidewalk all day everyday. i hate them. anyway, after that we watched scary movie 2 which i had previously not seen. it was definitely funny. all in all, a good, yet sober time. i always find myself smiling after a genuinely fun night that didnt have to involve alcohol. sadly these kinds of days are few and far between. but i hope they are becoming more frequent. because as many of you know i have gotten into a few altercations with bostons finest, and these were largely, if not entirely, due to me being a drunk moron.

have you ever noticed your friends insulting each other then saying "no offense". for example: "that is the ugliest shirt ive ever seen, no offense". that kinda shit never made sense to me.

beyond balderdash was purchased and the next time we have beer, if not before, we will turn one of americas best family games into a drinking game. i personally cannot wait because this is, in my opinion, the best game known to man. except for war.

here is a brief summary of the weekend past. thursday, drinking in the dorm, went to raes, a little drama. friday night, sausage fest at pars. saturday night, raes place then amazing soccer party at andrews. there were stupid amounts of people there and i was witness to 2 wicked fat angry guys fightiing. the police came and i nearly was sent to jail for the rest of my life but i escaped. thanks to my roomates for leaving without me not caring whether i spent another night in jail or not. to their credit they did have 2 guests from home, burn and traynor. they all ran like little girls. kinlin wasnt there but he is still a little girl. actually today is his birthday, so for all you mutha fuckas who didnt tell him happy birthday he has authorized me to hunt down all females in your family and have sex with them.

classy quote of the day: "kissing on the mouth is a waste" - James O'Shea

seriously, who reads this. does anyone? prolly like 4 people. oh well.

i saw the santa clause 2 last night. all i have to say is that im glad i went with the people i did. i wouldnt have been able to handle it otherwise.

i bought the new dave matthews band dvd today, and in watching it chris and i stumbled on something very profound. all of you girls who read this, pay attention, and i think that all guys will agree with us. skirts are the best. there isnt much better that a girl can wear than a skirt. as hamel put it, "skirts win". im not sure why girls dont wear them more often. one of the best, if not the best, skirt outfits is the school girl. for my money it doesnt get better than pigtails the white blouse, plaid skirt and high stockings. sweet jesus.

ive had a sort of sick feeling in the pit of my stomach since around 11 oclock this evening right up until this very moment. for anyone who has gotten kicked in the nuts, you know this feeling. a sort of aching just below your stomach. what the cause of this is unpleasant feeling, i do not know. thinking about it now, it is more likely a big combination of things. for example, i received my "you got in trouble" letter, stating that i have a judiciary discipline hearing this friday for when i got arrested. this means that on friday i will be able to know exactly how fucked i am. i think worrying about all of this is a big part of me feeling crappy. i cant wait to call my dad telling him i got suspended or kicked out of school. he'll give me a lecture about how disappointed he is etc. a second reason, though admittedly a smaller one, is that i got a phone bill in the mail which never makes me happy. a third reason is that we got spanked badly in our final volleyball game last night. fourth, ive been up for quite a long time, although im not sure if that is a cause or an effect. the fifth and sixth reasons are covered in the next two blog entries, a crappy movie and a bad snack. on a positive note, steph made me a delicious pork chop dinner with vegetables and mashed potato, and i found a song i really like: Mad World, by Gary Jules. also, i got the job with duracell pending my drug test and medical exam. so that is good. im still strangely ridiculously wide awake, but since i started writing the crappy stomach feeling has dulled a little. also good. after checking everyones away messages, ive come up with an unrelated revelation. whoever is responsible for that movie, small soldiers, should be slapped.

if you are drunk when you ask someone to marry you, does it still count? i only pose this question because i have a hard time even asking a girl out on a date unless ive had several beers, so i think, for me personally, i would have to be wasted to ask a girl to marry me. but ive found that people take you less seriously when you are drunk, and marriage proposal is something you would like taken seriously. i dont know. the reason any of this comes to mind at all is because i just finished watching a movie, High Fidelity, in which john cusack asks his girlfriend to marry him while drinking a beer. this movie by the way, was rather odd. and by odd i mean terrible.

my suitemate, chris hamel, offered me some kettle popcorn. it looked ok, so i didnt hesitate. i ate it. while i didnt say anything, i thought to myself "Salty, hmm, sweet, hmm, oh god!". i did not have any more. come to find out reshma is the one who brought that awful substance into our room. kinlin also tasted it and was quoted as saying, "that is not good popcorn. that is not right. it tastes like sugar." amazing. it is absolutely the worst popcorn i have ever tried. on a side note, either i am drinking more water than ever or my bladder has shrunk. i cant remember having to go to the bathroom this often before.

donnie darco just blew my mind

All Hail, Northeastern,
We sing in jubilee,
All Hail, Northeastern,
March proudly, ever free;

All Hail, Northeastern,
We give salute to thee,
Through the years,
We ever will acclaim
Thy glorious destiny.

this is the "All Hail Northeastern", poem/song/thing that i found on my seat at the hockey game the other day. if anyone has any idea what this is please let me know. i had no previous knowledge of a northeastern fight song or whatever the hell this is. i dont know. but it is pretty crappy whatever it is. i only like the end: "We ever will acclaim thy glorious destiny". i will definitely acclaim northeasterns glorious destiny.

good kids from home came to visit me here. they are cool, jacob, jimmy, crystal and her friends from school. the night was a good one. and by good, i mean we got stupidly drunk. today i am stupid slap happy and making a fool of myself while at the same time being wicked bored. i know if i had just gotten more sleep then i wouldnt be able to be mesmorized by things like pulling my shade up and down. stupid as it may sound, i found myself doing this for atleast 5 minutes. i like watching it zoom up. jeez.

jon stewart on the daily show made several very valid points. point number one (im paraphrasing). 4 out of 5 dentists recommend sugarless gum. that means that 20 percent of all dentists recommend sugared gum. so if you are not over 20 percent than you are in crazy land. point number two. i wish i could be in the room when the word "assassination" got turned into "regime change"? while the first point just sorta made me laugh the second made me start thinking. basically that is what we are doing. we are going into iraq and we are going to kill saddam hussein. granted he is a bad person of low moral standards, but we (america) are going into uncharted waters. never to my own personal knowledge have we bombed the piss out of a place cause we thought they might get some nuclear weapons. what about china. we know for a fact that they have all kinds of nasty shit, plus they are communist. why dont we bomb those guys? is it because there is shit for oil and natural resources in china ..... probably. is it because we want a war to stimulate our economy against someone we know the public already hates and that we know we can win ..... probably. is the reason why seemingly no one gives a rats ass about any of this because we dont live in iraq ..... probably. is the united states going to go to war and start world war 3 ..... probably. do i know what i would tell our government to do instead, should they be inclined to listen to a 20 year old on the verge of being kicked out of college ..... certainly not.

while i am not going to go into detail about my arrest as i previously promised i would like to say that after spending the night on a cold metal bed, i do not recommend jail. that phonecall you get. yeah, its a load of crap. i asked about it and they said "Sure, you can make all the calls you want", cause there is a phone in the cell, but it is really crappy and i couldnt even get an outside line. anyway, the point of this blog is that i recently found a scab on my ankle and had been unable to determine its origin. as i sit here picking at it, i realize that it is from the shackels i had to wear in the holding cell of nearby roxbury courthouse. yes, its true. they had us in handcuffs and shackels. while being held in a cell under armed guard, i wonder where they thought we could run to. not taking any chances i guess. anyway, those stupid shackels cut up my friggin ankles like a bastard. stupid cops. ive found that when i start writing entries to this, i often begin to ramble off the subject and/or think of something else to say that in my head takes precedence over the story im currently telling. that didnt really happen in this blog, but i thought that it might help explain some other blogs. anyway, since i no longer have my id i have been demoted to asking people to get me beer and having to conform to their procedure. ie, going to the store they usually go to, and when they want etc. the reason i mention any of this is because the store my friend shawn goes to happens to be in friendly roxbury. i went with him on monday and had to wait in a sketchy park. i actually feared for my life and muttered "oh shit" anytime i saw something move. roxbury sucks.

i spent today sitting on my couch not getting called by gillette. the chris' left for home leaving me alone in the palace of fun (our suite). so far i have played hours of online games, (thanks to steph for giving me the ip), played a couple games of allstar baseball 2003, and watched some tv. so basically without my suitemates the palace of fun is the palace of amazing boredom. last night we went costume shopping and naturally, as we were walking down newbury st., we stopped in condom world. suprisingly enough i had never been in there and i wasnt not sure how comfortable i was going to feel. when i got there though it wasnt that bad. they had quite a variety of different dildos and other ass/vaginal pleasure makers. i especially enjoyed the giant condom designed to be a halloween costume. after leaving condom world a homeless guy kept badgering us for "a little help". after every store we went into on that street (there were like 6) he was there. "little help fellas?". he wouldnt give up. at the time i wanted to just yell at him, look buddy i dont have any friggin change so leave us alone. instead i just walked by not making eye contact feeling secure that if i had change i would have given him some. when i got back last night and i found that i did in fact have change i felt sorta bad.

i just read what i wrote, and i have to agree, that it all makes sense right now, but ill return to my normal self in the morning. and by normal i mean that ill be uncomfortable talking to girls i like, not knowing what to say, trying to impress them, and being to much of a chicken shit to actually say that i like them. yes, drinking is truly a valuable key to unlocking the secrets of the mind. and getting arrested.

when i drink, a lot of things happen. one of these things id like to talk about now, is that when im drunk, like now, i think like a girl. i dont mean that in the respect that i like men, etc. i mean that in the fact that i over analyze things. now, after writing that and being too lazy to delete it, i will instead attempt to explain it. my simple (very simple) definition of the difference between male and female thinking is this: women read into everything very deeply and try to find hidden meanings, while guys do the very opposite. we take things at face value. no thought of secret messages or anything like that. i feel that this is the root of the constant argument between the sexes. "girls are confusing, they dont make sense." "guys suck". ive heard each of these sentences in their different forms close to 1.3 million times. all people need to realize is how the other sex thinks. when i get drunk i figure all this shit out and then i'll wake up and not have a clue. im far too lazy to proof-read this paragraph that ive just completed so i apologize if it is incomprehensible.

holy snatchface. first we got written up this morning for beer cans during the room inspection cause we didnt know it was today. then everything else in the world went wrong for residents of this suite. but to almost make up for it, hamels brother gave us this little gem. it is pretty much the best thing i have ever seen.

i think pete has the best away messages ever.
Auto response from sprtcs182: ever like walk naked to you fridge in the middle of the night, but then when you open the door and the light goes on you notice someone was watching you the whole time. and at first you were embarrased but then you got into it and started to like it?......no......yeah that has never happened to me either.........ever.

those who have heard of my terrible monday evening, i will write the detailed story later, but for now i would like to end one small bit of controversy. it seems that for more than a year people have been asking, and now i will claim responsibility. it was me who let the dogs out. so enough with that horrible song.

i have just taken every single "how well do you know me quiz?" i could find and i am proud to say that i got 100% on all of them using the guessing technique taught to me by mr. michael jenkins. i am now constructing a quiz of my own that will be very difficult for anyone not familiar with this technique, unless of course you stalk me both at home and here in boston.

Auto response from sprtcs182: buffy the vampire slayer is the most realistic and emotionally rewarding television show in the world

today was fucking horrible

me and joe were talking on the train on the way home and discussion breached the subject of postage. with stamp and postage prices soaring who wants to deal with the inefficiency and slowness of real mail when email is so quick and easy. who actually sends mail? ill tell you who. soldiers who are at war, people in jail, and little kids at summer camp.

well, today i woke up at 615 and went to work in vermont. me and joe worked for his dad doing really easy work in good ol' rutland. here is a nice quote from joseph in rural vermont. i say rural vermont as though you might confuse it with innercity urban vermont. in the future, vermont, means rural vermont which anyone who has ever been to the state will tell you. at any rate here is what he said: "gimme 2 lanes and im gonna pass all these mothafuckas. im sick of this shit." it was quite funny at the time as we cruised at a comfortable 25-30 mph.

ummm, here is the timeline of events from the day that has just expired.

11:32 am : woke up and sat on the couch to watch sportscenter
11:35 am : fell asleep on the couch while watching sportscenter
11:45 am : woke up on the couch and crawled back to my bed to sleep more
2:06 pm : woke up and decided that i had slept enough to stay awake
2:08 pm : played a game of allstar baseball 2003 which i promptly lost to the marlins 3-2
3:15 pm : traded the pitcher responsible for the lose immediately following the game
3:20 pm : flipped through each and every channel finding nothing acceptable to watch
3:40 pm : made myself something to eat and started watching The Negotiator
5:15 pm : signed up for an ebay account and bidded on a bunch of stuff i didnt need
5:15 pm : was outbid immediately after placing every single bid
5:16 pm : lost interest in ebay
5:17 pm : found something crappy to watch on tv and ate some cake
7:00 pm : watched seinfeld
7:30 pm : watched the simpsons
8:00 pm : played allstar baseball 2003 and spanked the braves 9-1
9:03 pm : bid on some more stuff on ebay
9:03 pm : was again outbid immediately after bidding
9:04 pm : looked for new movies on the hub to download
9:07 pm : downloaded several new films
9:19 pm : began watching slackers
11:07 pm : finished slackers
11:08 pm : began checking everyones away messages
11:31 pm : realized i was missing more simpsons and went to watch it
12:00 am : watched king of the hill
12:17 am : decided i didnt want to watch the rest of that show cause i hate it
12:18 am : checked everyones away messages again and finding no change began to complain to friends still online
12:22 am : a girl that i HATE and havent talked to since more than a year ago imed me by mistake
12:24 am : i warned the shit out of her
12:26 am : i downloaded every single guster song on the hub after deciding they were my new favorite band
12:28 am : began listening to all of the songs
12:48 am : have yet to find a song that i do not love
12:49 am : started writing this to give me something to do

whitetrashkateer: nice jay
Auto response from magicbano32: take off your panties or die

as i sit here at my computer memories of a fantastic weekend fill my head. i will now try and give a rundown of the highlights for those who for whatever reason were not present. on the 10th we had a whole bunch of people in our room for an amazing good time. joe was a excellent dj, but he and i failed as a beirut team. if i remember correctly we lost in our only 2 appearances, one of which was in progress when the clock turned 12. there was a more than momentary pause as much shouting occured. i pounded a beer, everyone drank, and kinlin and hamel (our opponents at the time) drank a cup each from their side. even with this help a loss was inevitable. happily i achieved my goal of puking. kinlin was also a victim of this same fate. the following morning mike showed up to demonstrate the excellence of his pellet guns. i was immediately impressed and had purchased 3 of my own within 10 minutes. an event worth mentioning was that kinlin reshma elise and hamel bought me a birthday dinner of dominos pizza though i forget on which day it actually occurred. at any rate, on the 11th we began to get worried when we realized that all of our alcohol buyers had gone home or wouldnt buy for us. then it was determined that hamels brother was having a party so we decided we would go there and drink keg beer. while getting ready to go i took a shot of bacardi then was the recipient of more niceness. i was given TWO cakes. much props go out to my little girl steph niro for her delicious cake and an equal amount of props to elise and reshma for their birthday cake which i am eating even as i write this. a smile creeps across my face when i think of the happy birthday song that was sung by my roomates, steph, reshma, elise, jeff allen, hamels brother eric, and tim. what it lacked in musical melody it was more than compensated for by all of the faces smiling back at me. as i continue in my mooshy sentimental style i must note that steph also bought me a card and a lolipop. she denied me permission to read it (the card) in her presence but i read it later that night and it must be said that ive never had anyone say so many sweet or, for lack of a non-crappy vocabulary, nice things. i was absolutely stunned and amazed at how good it made me feel. so thank you so much, steph you are incredible. ok, so back to the drinking a bunch of beer part, we piled into erics car and we were off. it was a cozy fit with 3 in the front and 4 in the back. a big fuck you to kinlin for his fart which he delivered on command. absolutely awful. we stopped at gainsborough st. for the hamel boys to see some girl and for the majority of the rest of us to go to the atm. as expected there were crazy homeless people hanging out around there. those guys ceaselessly come up with more bad ways of begging for money. this particular guy patted me on the back and told me i was the man. thanks pal. while waiting for the hamels, joe decided to park the car as we were double parked and he hit a subaru. minimal to no damage was done so we continued on as planned. joe rode with a friend colleen so the ride was more enjoyable. little did we know what was in store for us at erics place. let me try and recreate the situation for you. the keg was coors light which as many know is my arch enemy. the keg guys also dropped the keg providing an extra foamy start. next to the keg was a rabbit cage with, you guessed it, a rabbit in it. how you could think nothing would happen to a rabbit at a party sitting right next to the keg is beyond me, but i will get to that later. the beirut situation was stupidly bad. set aside the fact that i fucking lost again and listen to this. the rules were foolishly different from ones we were accustomed to and there was only one ball. the room was a pit; broken glass on the floor and shaving cream on the table. the music was at first nonexistent until we tried the bad radio for awhile then finally got the tv music channels. i dont know how well a picture i have painted for you but add to it 4 or 5 of the most annoying ugly girls you can. so beirut failed miserably and we switched to flip cup which was, in contrast, a good time. the next portion of the evening i spent playing kings upstairs with the aforementioned annoying girls. after much screaming and horribleness and a little drinking i left and took refuge outside, where i found almost all of the people that i came with were already hiding. while listening to the awful screaming coming from inside we had a great time and i cant remember the last time i laughed more than that. the quote of the night was from joe dooling: "will the rabbit bite my nibbler?" kinlin and hamel decided that the rabbit wanted to have beer poured on it so they did just that. silly rabbit. eventually we took a nice drunk ride home and found kayla, farah and marrissa on our floor so we hung out with them for awhile and then it was bedtime. hamel predictably went down to reshmas room and all was normal. i only mention hamel because ... in the middle of the night i woke up. but something was wrong. i was NOT in my bed. as a matter of fact i was in hamels bed. very confused i got up and walked into my room and passed out in my bed. i still have no idea what the hell happened and why i would get up and go in the chris' room to sleep. madness. the hangover i received from that night was unsurpassed. amazingly awful. anyway, sunday was brenden laprells birthday so more drinking was to take place. that day itself was pretty uneventful but the evening provided more memories. the theme for the night was classy beirut so shirts and ties were necessary. we were late and forced to run in order to catch the T which sadly kicked up mud on all of our pants. a bad start. at north station it was immediately obvious that some event had just gotten out at the fleet center. very quickly we realized that it was the damn circus cause there were little kids everywhere with all kinds of horrible toys that lit up and made loud noises. much to my and joe's dismay the train was packed with hundreds of those little screaming kids. our hangovers were still raging and not being helped. we arrived in lowell ontime but had to wait for grange to get there before we could go. another bad sign. next we went to umass lowell to pick up evan. with another car added to the caravan we were off. within a mile of getting in new hampshire we flew by 2 state troopers who promptly pulled evan over. a pipe was found and both he and kinlin had to be searched by the police. we finally rolled into st. anselms and one final bad omen stared us in the face. one of laprells roomates had dropped a 12 pack of sam adams down the stairs so it lay smashed at the bottom in a soggy sad pile. despite all of the discouraging events of the day the night would prove historic. back to beirut rules that werent stupid me and joe had ourselves a night at the table. when all was said and done we controlled the table for something like 3 hours winning 11 games in a row finally losing to our suitemates. well done fellas. then things took a turn for the worse for the birthday boy. laprell was involved in a sad/angry love triangle. both had shown up that night and the only one i saw was in hysterics screaming and crying and is quoted as saying "you little dicked flaming faggot", at laprell. happy birthday buddy. i also puked that night and when i came out of the bathroom i found that everyone i knew was either involved in the drama of the crying girl or gone. they came back eventually and we drove to hamels house. stanichuck puked all over the inside of granges car which sucks for him. then sunday morning hamel dropped me back off in boston and here i am. i didnt do shit all day long and ive spent an hour and a half writing this entry. lemme know if ive omitted any major events. if you read this far im very impressed.

that entry was humongous, i recommend reading it in 2 sessions

"Avenger is one of the top blowgun makers in the world. It comes with 10 razor sharp darts which can travel up to 300 fps! Everything included to have some fun!"

That sounds like some fun. i just ordered 3 very real looking guns that shoot pellets. this is the best day ever. but i have to wait a week before they get here. 6 days is too many days to wait for guns.

where's my snare?

holy shit, this game is awesome. im not sure it is as good as fly the copter but Booze Hound, is pretty close. so far my best is 357, more updates as the morning continues

it seems that poo.com is nothing more than some strange chat room where only idiots are allowed to talk.

"Help me now!, Someone please help! Help me!" these were the cries of some angry crippled woman that joe, mahky and myself heard while boarding to T. while mahky me and countless others (2 policeman included) callously walked by and boarded the T, joe took her arm and dragged her on the train. she pulled herself up the steps and instead of paying she began to demand that a girl sitting in the first seat get out. "give me that seat now! please let me sit! Agh! Help! Agh!". the girl got up and i asked the lady if she was alright several times but the angry lady responded with a shrill "Goodbye", instead of saying "No, I am fine thanks". "Goodbye!". so i sat down and we all had a good laugh at the angry lady. at some point before the next stop she told someone to hold her cane and then said very matter of factly at the next stop that she would not and could not hurry so we all had to wait for her to hobble off the T. once the 3 of us reached our destination i was confronted with another strange lady. we were filling out applications and this woman walks by and says her name is Linda. I say "Hi Linda, my name is Matt". then she walks away. what a wierdo. i think the crazy ladies should go console the crazy homeless guys outside burger king. then they can all be crazy and angry together. it would be easier to avoid them that way.

while traversing the ever fun bored.com i came across this birthday thing. here is some of the great things that occured on my birthday:
1737 Earthquake kills 300,000 & destroys much of the city of Calcutta, India
1776 Brigadeer General Arnold's Lake Champlain fleet defeated by British
1945 Chinese civil war begins, Chiang Kai-Shek vs Mao Tse-Tung
1968 Panama revolts
1985 Pres Reagan bans importation of South African Krugerrands
1987 200,000 gays march for civil rights in Washington
1991 Anita Hill testifies Clarence Thomas sexually harrassed her
2002 Several students from Northeastern University die of alcohol poisoning due to excessive consumption

last night we went to Who's On First and it was a pretty good time. it was real hot though. i also got to meet the infamous Poonam who is just as hot as everyone had said. since i have had nothing to do i have been playing allstar baseball 2003 a lot and i created a player the other day and naturally i named him matt johnston. in an interesting twist of fate i decided that he sucked and released him. the friggin expos picked me/him up so now i am playing for them. i wish i could take myself back from them but i dont think they will let me just quit.

despite my doubts about last night it turned out quite good. despite the JV operation getting the beer it worked out ok. i played the most intense game of beirut i have ever been involved in. holy crap. after that i blacked out and only have bits and pieces of what happened. thankfully i couldnt figure out the door to our room so i didnt leave the suite. apparently when hamel and reshma came back i was sitting on the couch with a beer in my hand watching sportscenter with the methuen little league hat and the 8-ball jacket on. tonight should be good too. i dressed up all snazzy for the ladies though i will likely be drunk before they get here and thereby be totally tactless as usual. oh well.

this will be the last entry of the night if things go as they are now. i grow more angry every day that i lost my id. i have literally tapped almost all of my resources to get beer and come up empty. thankfully, my birthday is coming up and my brother has promised me another id. yippee! unfortunately that does not help me now. i am currently devising a scheme to aquire some.

oh my, click on these :The Schlong Song, This is Stupid

while surfing the web early this morning i came upon this gem of a website: Gem and im sure as i continue to dick around on the information superhighway ill find some more goodies aka things to waste time reading/looking at, to share with all of my fellow college students.

RobbieB333: Dawson needs to fall into the creek and die
WHITETRASHKATEER: you need to fall in a creek and die

as i have spent the morning playing game cube and riding the scooter around our room i get the feeling that everyone else is doing something better than me.

i received the wonderful news after meeting with my advisor today that i am in fact the only person in all of chemical engineering without a co-op job. i suck.

i went with mahky today to the fens due to my stupidly boring day and we watched the Boston Latin football team practice. they need a lot of work, and it looks like they are going to have a terrible season.

what a fantastic day! first i woke up around 130 then i didnt get a job all day.

while on the train home from my family reunion i grabbed a copy of the boston phoenix to occupy my time. i skipped around looking for something reasonable to read about and i stumbled upon an article that kept me up a very large portion of last evening. the article was by Cecil Adams and entitled "Straight Dope", but i dont really understand what the title means. it begins by saying "If the philosopher Martin Heideger wasa Nazi and an anti-Semite until his death in 1976, why do we continue to revere the ground he walked on? The guy was a louse and yet he is considered the major voice of postmodern thought!" As the article went on to explain how this guy was an awful person virtually holding hitlers hand as they tossed bodies into the incinerator. but as the article states, "... if the work is brilliant, does it matter if the author is a jerk?". now, as i get to the point that would not allow sleep to come to me, the article mentioned briefly what Heidegger had spent his life trying to explain: "why does modern life suck?" i got to thinking about this and got to thinking about his point. with all of the "evolution" that mankind has undergone and all of the amazing advances in technology still in the world exists genocide, mass hunger as well as countless other horrible things. how can the quality of life for all of humanity be improved? at first i looked to the total equality of communism and thought (admittedly foolishly) that perhaps we could suceed where the other communist/socialist nations had not. but the defining human characteristic associated with our country defies the entire principle. greed. coupled with ambition, communism would fail miserably and one need look no farther than china or north korea to see that. there is a reason people risk the death penalty to escape. my next thought turned to anarchy. without a formal or even informal government people could do as they pleased and theoretically have more freedom. but then i only needed to remember that if there was no government, someone high in the military would seize control using their military influence and our life would not improve, (cuba). so obviously anarchy would undoubtedly turn very quickly to dictatorship. i fell asleep feeling very unfulfilled and dissatisfied.

holy mother of god, i remember why i stopped going to the gym. i am one sore bastard

here is an email i just sent to my mom:
i havent gotten my internship yet cause my advisor sucks. im pissed, and i dont have any money. zero dollars and zero cents. i was planning on having the money for my truck last monday and ive been borrowing since. it sucks a whole bunch. i dont know. i dont understand why you cant send me my money until friday. that means i dont get it until monday a wonderful 2 weeks after i needed it. if you want you can take the money for the friggin stamp out of the money you send. whatever. i call my advisor everyday and he doesnt seem to know what he is doing, but i really need a co-op because i have to pay for like 7000$ for my tuition this year and that will be hard making 8 bucks an hour at starbucks or something like that. so i am saying to hell with co-op for now and just getting a crappy job until my advisor gets his head out of his ass.
your pissed off son,
matt

a conversation had with my drunk brother:
Daemione: bitch.
WHITETRASHKATEER: i am unable to make my sound work
Daemione: i am unable to comprehend why the red sox have not been mathematically elimianted.
Daemione: so give me acookie.
WHITETRASHKATEER: haha
Daemione: what's with you rsound card drivers?
WHITETRASHKATEER: it likes men
WHITETRASHKATEER: it isnt on that cd with all the other stuff
Daemione: ah. well, take Vermont foward.
Daemione: not back.
WHITETRASHKATEER: good point

this day has started off very crappy

no progress on getting things squared away with my computer and i discovered something extra annoying. now any time i turn on direct connect all kinds of files and folders appear on my desktop. it is terrible. we moved in the entertainment unit and after moving furniture around for like two hours we finally decided on a place. it looks pretty good but im having trouble feeling happy about it cause im so pissed about my computer. if you buy a computer, dont buy one from dell. they suck butt.

ok, so i decided to format my computers hard disk. it now has nothing on it, which was a desired result however, i can only have 16 colors and on the biggest setting, so icons are humongous and all websites and things look like hell because of the colors. this sucks. i wish i knew how to fix it.

what a great night. some bad things are that i was woken up by a crazy phone call about a survey. plus i have an amazing hangover. sorry to all of those fools who that that i was here when i didnt have my away message up. when there are people over they take down my away message and dont put it back up. my phone number is 617-377-1354. it is real good.

since school has begun i have started making blog entries but none were getting published. it looked to me that they were but i discovered that my template had been erased. while this probably means nothing to most of you, i have fixed the problem so all of the entries from the last week are now back so everything should be in fine working order.

classes start tomorrow and since i dont have any of them that makes me glad. it doesnt make me glad however that i am ridiculously bored even right now. despite what my away message may have said between the hours of 1230 and 230, the truth is that i was playing fly the copter, and i would put a link to the game if i could remember how to do that.

a big fuck you to the girls in 602 for setting off the fire alarm which was annoying and stupid. well done to the chris' for cooking a tasty meal. i thoroughly enjoyed it. i was awoken last night after 3 drunk girls came into my room. they were very excited about something but i was excited about sleeping so i made no attempt to get them to sleep with me which is likely how you all expected this story to end. and that is why i hate you.

after a few beers i took giorgio's football helmet and went for a walk around the city with kinlin and jay. surprisingly not too many people commented on the idiot with a football helmet on. i think they believed i was a retard. i was forced to provoke more attention by seizing a Diane Wilkerson for State Senate sign from the street and encouraging people to vote for her. still not much response. people suck. swish, kerplunk, bowl strike yeah.

today the central jerks went home and got a couch and some stuff. the room was left in a state of amazing disarray and it looked bad. but now it is back to its regular state of non awfulness. last night there was some good beirut going on in my bedroom.

im very disappointed in some of our celebrites:
"I think that the film Clueless was very deep. I think it was deep in the way that it was very light. I think lightness has to come from a very deep place if it's true lightness."
- Alicia Silverstone

"I get to go to lots of overseas places, like Canada."
- Britney Spears

"Chemistry is a class you take in high school or college, where you figure out two plus two is 10, or something."
- Dennis Rodman, on Chicago Bull's team chemistry being overrated

wow there should be a rule that i am not allowed to use my computer while drunk. not only did i leave that absurd message but all of my settings were messed up. for example my color scheme was pink and bright red and my font was some obnoxious wingdings thing. if you havent had any experience with this font it is all strange symbols and hieroglyphics. today i must register for co-op and then get a job for it. meal plans, a phone, and cable are also on the agenda. i will likely spend most of my time checking other peoples away messages and get none of those things accomplished.

so now im drunk, i just sent an IM to just about if not every female that i know who was online an obnoxious message. if i offeneded you sorry if not come on by to 908 willis hall and the b side boys will give you a good time. i think the a side kids have sex wti h each other because the y are stupidly homosextual but i am not mattio is not intimadated by their open homosexuality. good for those gay asses. actually, fuck them. im drunk. good night

just got back to school. room is set up, and beer is on its way to being cold. cant wait.

for the last 2 days, the has been only ONE order for my part of the warehouse. at this point i would like to explain how ludacris this is. my entire job consists of finding the Marker bindings on the shelf and assembling them into the specified orders to ship them out. one order takes approximately 5 to 30 minutes depending on the size. so for the four of us working for marker weve had one order of a maximum of 30 minutes (i dont really remember how long we spent on it) in 16 hours of work. today i swept pineneedles out of the driveway, swept the warehouse, dusted the warehouse, picked up trash in the ditch surrounding the warehouse, and a number of other ridiculous menial tasks. atleast tomorrow i get to unload a 40 foot tractor trailer truck full of ski bindings. YES.

I WATCH COPS WITH NO PANTS ON!

my fourth of july wasnt that cool. but it could have been worse. i got to hang out with lindsay, dave, adam and courtney and saw some piss poor fireworks. im going to the grafton ones tonight too i think because they are usually pretty good. i love how they have them after the fourth of july so that they can buy them more cheaply. grafton is awesome. last night i got quite shitty and saw a bunch of kids that i hadnt seen for quite some time. james donnelly, and brent battis to name a few. i also saw warner and sam whom i hadnt seen too recently. anyway it was a good time and i consequently have quite a headache today. my fantasy baseball team did rather poorly yesterday and so that was not a nice surprise to wake up to. my kitty is playing with a tiny mouse. she wont kill it, she just bats it around. neither of them seems too serious about the whole thing. the mouse isnt exactly running away in fear. it sort of walks back and forth not knowing what to do. then it will hide under something until gracie grabs its tail for another round of bat the mouse.