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.