ZANG!

i'm deciding to leave.. i was originally thinking about keeping this to read other entries (see radiohild comment), but well.. it's not really leaving is it? i can't get this journal to mean anything anymore to me, and so the buck stops here. i've met alot of great people and alot of weird people, and though in due time i might fall off of the face of the earth, some of you people i don't want to forget. barring any sort of insane bad happening (ie: injury, death, etc), this is my last post. it's time to move on from here and find a quieter place under the sun. you know where to find me if need be.

Thank You, Friends.

until we meet again

( the write-up, if you want to read about recording, homo-eroticism, and the consumption of hot dogs.Collapse )

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oh yeah, and i've the net at home now. let's try this trillian thing.

completededly now.

( maybe it's because i've had my shirt on backwards since 5am that i keep editing this madness..Collapse )

and so here goes. there were a hell of alot of pictures, and after cycling through them all i realized that most of them don't really describe how much fun we had through the day because you don't see flowing cans and cups of booze floating about.
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she called. i dont think i've ever smiled for a straight hour on a telephone call before. it was nice closing my eyes and imagining what she was doing, listening to stories, telling some, remembering. when i was awoken by the phone i thought it was my alarm clock because i'd fallen asleep watching futurama, kind of wondering and giving up all in one big shot. it was nice though. made me remember why i had feelings. and so here i am awake. lied in bed for about thirty minutes pondering life, drifting asleep until a cat jumped on the roof twice in a frenzy, waking me up. but i sit here wide awake and still smiling, thinking about things ahead, things behind. staring at the screen with an inner grin. everything i wanted to say in a big long story would have made everything weird and so i tried to make it as cute as possible. apparently i'm good at that. just to know that on the other side of the phone i could hear a smile in the voice was good enough for me. now i just have to work on the sleep demons keeping me awake.

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[1]: where do you get yer great smile from?

now that's a nice compliment. i cant really tell which one i got it from. maybe it's from the both of them? yeah i'd say so. quite the good looking pair, i must say.

[2]: whats one television show/cd that you are embarrassed to watch/listen to?

well, there's that avril lavigne, kylie minogue cd thing i have going. i like catchy cute girls with songs that are tolerable. kinda hide them so that no one really finds out, but i guess thats going to change now, is it? not really into watching stupid tv though, i'd rather watch A&E all day.

[3]: are you a righty or a lefty? even when it comes to masturbation?

lefty. i do everything.. with my left hand. and for some strange odd reason i've got the weak right carpal tunnel hand. kinda.. er.. weird.

[4]: ever had a one night stand gone horribly array?

not really no. i haven't really had the opportunity because i'm one of those freaky guys who, wants everything to be cool, or right about it.. a good mood. though i have been caught by parents at strange times.. walking in, showing up just at the WORST time for me..

[5]: ever run into a transvestite or contemplated dressing up?

once, when i was about.. 20 or so? my girlfriend at the time put makeup on me. she and her friends wanted to prissy me up, you know, see a cute boy in makeup, but she stopped because she said something to the extent of "most boys look like cute boys in makeup. you look like a girl". and that was it. i'm not sure about dressing up, you know. that'd be an arduous process and i think i'd be creeped out if i looked like a girl. maybe, one day. maybe.

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19.0.9., the song i've been writing for ages. almost three years now, has begun to take shape. it's a three part short story of sorts, and part one is there, almost completed. the only difference is that will have to do with the perils of drive, a bit different than just the regular drive[2] thing, a different person was interested. so now it's two people and an interesting name. quite the ring to it. and so begins the arduous process of sending cds and files to eachother to work on songs. the best part is that neither of us really knows what'd be going between eachother. sending back and forth does have it's disadvantages, but well, to have someone interested in doing drive[2] things, whilst im still working hard at the reptiles keeps me focused, moving, my head staying off topics that i tend to lag on, drag out, bring down.
and vacation is almost over. i go back to work wednesday. the problem with that is, that i dont want to. this week mostly alone has been good. even though there were a few days where i wanted to throw in the towel, there was support from friends all over the place. i thank you for that. i just wish cell phone minutes were free so that i could call every one of you and thank you. you know who you are. and so folds the cards of another quickly passing vacation. i'm already nervous about going back. maybe it's time to look for a new job, while i'm at it. we'll give it two weeks and then decide.