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Saturday, August 09, 2003
well well well. i am tired. got up early, went to cowell, found some obscure neighborhood parking spot for day two of the "Concord Cup" (sounds flashier than a bullshit swim meet...well, its not). a medium-sized pug named Bun (i found this out from the owner screaming in her front yard) followed me all the way to the park. mrs. carino, with a pleased expression, asked if i brought my dog to the meet. i replied that i have no clue whose dog it is as it proceeded to frantically skitter behind me while the woman screamed 3 blocks down as if she has just been castrated with a plastic fork. i broke out in a sprint and ditched the little fuck. i swam freestyle (go B division...woooot) and remember saying "oh wow, looks like ill be done by 11." hell no. i have to make finals. seated last. ass. i finally finish at 330 after getting a PB (by 2 hundredths...shut up, it counts). and thats it. my entire day. boring? no shit. oh wait...i ate another bagel. yeah. damn.
10:24 PM
Wednesday, August 06, 2003
wow. rbf rocked the socks. granted they sound better studio enhanced, but who doesnt these days. im not too keen on 3 1/2 hours of being physically violated in the pit, but it was a small price to pay. drove over with robert and lea, met up with the scores and the conroy clan. the three sisters and their cousins had all make t-shirts pronouncing thier undying love for wakefield, a band none of us had heard of, let alone enjoyed. my bitterness could come from the fact that while they were in a corner squealing over the lead singer i was getting the living fuck beaten out of myself a few yards over by 6'4'' of flailing manhands. the night closed with a mass singing of 'thats what friends are for'...a song i vaguely remember closing the several women's barbershop conventions ive attended. im sensing a connection. in a few short years we'll be moshing to mr. sandman. send my regards to broadway. im so sick of eating bagels i could die. they really arent that satisfying. dont eat them.
10:39 AM
Tuesday, August 05, 2003
laurasaura27: how ya doin?
RatmRebel5: im aight
interesting how a lack of two simple consonants can make me hate someone forever.
sign that yes, its getting worse: telemarketers now call and put you on hold for the next available operator. that's almost as bad as when the telemarketer that called every night was my mother (yes, she sold beef cuts for a pretty penny). a surefire way to get them to hang up on you is to start making small talk, or offer the competition of a staring contest. if you really want to bring out the big guns, try selling them the old volvo in your garage.
2:32 PM
ahhh, early afternoon. the breeze blows, and my stereo is blaring. a soundtrack of SchoolHouse Rock, but at least its educational. i dont think the Japs to the left enjoy Conjunction Junction, but theyll be thanking me with a firm handshake after it improves their Engrish. recently home from Lettergirl Sleepover II - Laura Ruins Everything. at least their driveway. how can you take one look at my truck and not think it leaks oil? jesus christ. apparently im too much of a redneck to consider that driveways shouldnt be oily. sweet revenge for doghair in every nook and cranny of my belongings. dogs arent cute. they arent funny, they arent smart, and they cant understand a fucking thing youre saying. while doing a typical clean sweep of the house, i couldnt help but notice that my father had taken down several childhood pictures of myself. why would this be... granted i had some dental issues at the time, but jesus. hmm. within one week, ive written "potato chips" on the grocery list 3 times. why does no one listen to me. looks like ill have to go get the bastards myself. tonight: Reel Big Fish concert. woot? yes indeed.
2:13 PM
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