Thursday, June 27, 2002

So, my roomate beat me into the shower, so that kinda sucks. Damn you Mark (or ryan?) I will kill you. But I had an important phone call so bleh, I'll just sleep less, I guess. I = very tired with this full time job and training thing. Today we rode 55 miles. Average speed = 16.5mph with the last 15 miles averaging around 19mph. That's pretty good for a bike, eh? RAGBRAI, here we come! ('cept we need to get up to 80 milers first)

I am very salty. If I lick my shoulder it tastes of, well, salt. I need to shower.

Uhm... Today I ate lunch under a tree in front of my work and fell asleep. That ruled. I have decided that outside is good, and inside is bad. Now I just need to find an outdoors microbio lab and we'll be set.

This entry, I'll bet, is boring. That's ok though, 'cause I'm just wasting time until I can shower. If you want entertaining read my last entry about MY PENIS! Uhm... for those of you at home that read this, I'm coming home tomorrow for the weekend. The drive will suck though since my truck has no muffler and is hella loud. I can't hear my stereo anymore. I'm going to wear earplugs.

Oooh, my work fucked up and paid me $25/hr, so I made $1,124.19 dollars in two weeks. I e-mailed 'em though and they are fixing it. "fixing" bleh... I should have cashed it and quit, I would made more money for the summer and worked less. To bad I'm working there for experience and not money, and that I like it there. Man, if I was more of a capitalist pig backstabber, I'd be hella rich night now.

OOOH, HE'S OUT, SHOWER TIME!

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Wednesday, June 26, 2002

I would like to take this time now to talk about my penis.

Lately, my penis has not been behaving very well. It's been a real little bitch, popping it's head up all the time going *BOING!* and saying hello whenever it wants to. This is REALLY annoying, 'cause it likes to happen a lot at work. I wish I knew what 'caused NRBs (No Reason Boners) 'cause it's really crazy. The LAST thing I am ever thinking about at work is sex. I'm too busy running around wondering why some random crap thing isn't working or trying to get some shit done before 20 gazillion timers start beeping at me. True, my mind wanders and shit, but it's never about sex. It dwells more on music, blowing shit up, biking, and occasionally Microbio as well. Sex isn't even on the list. But does Mr. Happy listen? NO! He pokes his damn head up and makes it hard to walk. Often I have crap in my hands so I can't re-adjust on the fly (no pun intended.) Normally when a guy gets an annoying stiff one he can simply re-adjust it straight up into his waistband real fast and no one will notice and he can go about his day. When I have crap in my hands, however, I can't do this, and it gets REALLY obvious. I doubt it's been spotted yet, but damn, WHY? I DON'T GET IT! I mean, ya, maybe it gets bored being couped up in my pants all day with only occasional visits from my hand at night, but shit, c'mon buddy, I feel your pain. Literally. You don't need to be striking out like this at me. It's not like I'm cheating on you and getting layed without you.

Ryan thinks it's because my subconscious mind secretly wants to do the drunk chicks across the hall... Right... But, for the sake of argument I agreed it was possible, and that maybe it wants to get them pregnant and then do our resulting daughter too. This made me wonder if maybe my penis was a redneck, so I whipped it out and Ryan checked it with me. We came to the conclusion that it, thankfully, was not a redneck. However, Ryan observed that it was, apparently, hairy like wookie wang. I inspected and realized, hell, he's right. The shaft actually is hairy, which led me to need to explain.

See, I have what I like to refer to as the Deluxe Penis Travel Package. Hard and ready for action it's as big as any mans, but unlike many, when soft it folds up into a tight little package. I mean this thing gets freakin' tiny when being stored. I think part of it is the no underwear ball's learning to tuck and not wag to and fro thing. Point being, Hard Penis = normal size, Soft Penis = travel size. I am simply a more evolved engineering marvel. Point being, I think this is why my travel sized wangeroo was so hairy. It was having some of the ball skin and shit overlap it. Whereas when it's standing at attention ready for instructions from Major Woody, it's bald as a babies... well... penis...

Oh yea, and it's name is Fredriko. No chick has bothered naming it for me yet, so I took matters into my own hands. (yuk yuk yuk) Why Fredriko? FUCK YOU! IT IS SEXY, NO?

PS: Oh yea, and is it bad that I found the idea of rats teabagging people strangely erotic?

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Monday, June 24, 2002

Today I found two HUGE ass ticks on me. They weren't really hurting anything though, just kind of chilling and walking around. I still wasn't so down with that though, so I stabbed one with a knife (yes, it was big enough) and flushed the other down the sink with some Hydrogen Peroxide. I think it's safe to say their clock is no longer "ticking." Yuk Yuk Yuk.

I'm not insane, I'm not insane, neener neener neener, Peter had a pumpkin weener!

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Sunday, June 23, 2002

Tonight we wreaked havoc amongst the general populace...

Well, maybe not havoc, but we did drive around have have a good 'ol time. Last night Mark and I "aquired" some neat street signs. Tonight Mark, Zach, Al, Brita, and I drove around and did general mischief, including this:

Click HERE for another bigger, better picture w/out the flash.

It orginally said ""Open for Business" find out what God is doing." Other ideas for changing it were "What is chode doing?" and "Busts are good." Why did we do this, you ask? It was kind of one of those spur of the moment targets of opportunity. I also found it funny that a church would be "Open for business." And finally, I hadn't changed a sign in awhile. That last one I did of that type was a bank sign back during my freshman year with Al-daddy. (different Al than who I hung out with tonight.) We changed it from "National Bank, now open." to "Boink my national cunt, now" (some letters were borrowed from the other side of the sign) Genius, if I say so myself. Oh yea, and I don't like the Gap. Couldn't forget that. OOOhh, and another good reason is that I want to get struck by lightning by fucking with churches. I tried peeing on a bunch of them back highschool but never got hit, so maybe this will get the job done.

Other fun deliquent activities also happened, many of them that would only be entertaining if you were there with us, so I will spare you the details. Also worth mentioning, however, is we did DONUTS while eating DONUTS! What a great concept, eh? I can't believe I never thought of eating a donut while doing a donut before. Click here! to see us posing with the donuts. (minus zach, he is behind me) And CLICK HERE NOW, FREAKO! to see Mark and Al eating their donuts while we ARE DOING A DONUTS! HOLY COW AND JESUS FUCK ME! WE ARE CRAAAAAAAY-Z!

IT'S PANDA-MONIUM!

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Thursday, June 20, 2002

Today and yesterday Cooky-feltzy and I did a lot more of the mix down on the album we are working on. It was great, one of my favorite things to do. It's a little odd though, because since we went through a lot of the same type of shit recently, many of the songs he writes touch me on a very personal level. They make me think about things I don't want to think about. When we were recording last weekend I realized this... but I suppose she had been getting more and more in my head anyway, because I knew she should be coming back in town soon.

She was supposed to get in tonight from Chicago, but according to someone who supposidly spoke to her more recently than I, she won't be in for another couple of days. I don't really know exactly how that should make me feel... I was looking forward to seeing her again, but also dreading it, because I'm not 100% sure how I'm going to react. I'm disapointed I won't be seeing her tonight, even though I KNOW it would have just made me feel like hell. I keep telling myself I WILL NOT GO INSANE when she gets back. That I DO NOT love her, and that the feelings I have are just based on idiological bullshit. This has become a battle between logic and emotion... luckily, with me, logic has a history of winning. Too bad it often takes awhile.

6 months ago I hadn't met her yet. 5 months ago she made sense emotionally and logically. 2.5 months ago I thinking about killing myself because I couldn't enjoy life without her. 1 month ago I was convincing myself I was over her. In 3 months she'll move to France for a year. What a fucked up pregnancy this is turning out to be.

On a side note, the world would be a much better place if more people listened to Rage Against the Machine on a regular basis.

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Saturday, June 15, 2002

Attn. all CF people currently engaging in the biannual online diary soap opera bitchfest: "Hypocrite" has an e in it. Arg, I'm not sure why (esp since I misspell things all the time), but I find that really annoying. And, that's all I'm going to say about that, 'cause I'm staying out of it. I'm friends with all of you, and it kinda sucks that none of you can get along anymore. EVERYONE needs to chill and take EVERYTHING less seriously. It makes it real hard to visit my friends all in one weekend when none of you can stand each other.

That being said, I'm hungry, and don't really have anything else to say. Woo!

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Thursday, June 13, 2002

Sevendust is on of the most underated and best hardcore bands ever. Yes, fuck you, I listen to hardcore. In fact, and many of you won't like this, hardcore/metal happens to be my favorite music. Yes, I listen to a shitload of reggie, techno, weird, folky, chicky, etc etc most of the time... HOWEVER, hardcore will always rock my balls like nothing else. Oh yea, and I like moshing too. In fact, I love moshing. I say GRRRRRR to all you people that think that is stupid. Harumph.

I'm not really sure what brought that on, but that being said... uhh... YES, I remember what I was going to talk about. This cracked out to hell entity/place called Smile.com. Here is the story (it took me an entire day of interviewing, extinct site searching via google caches, and other methods to piece this together):

Around fall of 2000 domains.com went under. The guy who ran it ended up with 260+ domain names and nothing to do with them. So he created an HTML based chatroom using simple ASP script, stuck it on an IIS box, and let it run. Half the domains point to smile.com, and the other half point to poo.com (including man.com etc) This effictively created two giant chatrooms that people find easilly be accidently by typing in common domain names. He never told anyone about it and it remained very mysterious, and slowly the chatroom grew into the goliath it is today. That is, it's filled with annoying as hell Aoler's and cybersexers. (with a few exceptions) ... neat, huh?

In other news, I'm coming home this weekend, yay. That should be fun... Oh yea, I got more hours at work, which is nice, 'cause now I can pay rent and eat. (before it was getting kinda sketchy) And I'm actually doing real micro now, which is nice, 'cause I love doing micro. Yay. I also let it slip that I had this site to some people at work, which means, of course, that they went to it, and, possibly, might even be reading this. HI! So yes.. I warned them about some of the content on Chegg, so if they/your eyes start on fire, don't blame me.

Oh crap, I was searching around for fun links to post here, but I got lazy, so I think I'll be done now.

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Tuesday, June 11, 2002

Today was a day of revelations:

Everything is better with music on. And music is often all you need to break through lethargy into productivity. Although it often does not seem that way until you have the music on.

Nintendo is more important than women. Especially any form of Super Smash Brothers.

Today I was honestly 100% happy and content. It was while working on my bike and (RAGBRAI prep) and listening to the Long Beach Dub All-Stars. They have been my default CD to listen to while working on my bike for that last couple of years, and it made me feel at home and right with the world to be listening to them, outside on a beautiful day, while bringing my bike back to life. (again)

At the rave while dancing to Spree I was also genuinely happy.

Being genuinely happy didn't use to be a noteworthy event. But I'm glad it's happening again.

I still am in love with her off and on, but thankfully it's finally becoming much more off than on.

When one of your coworkers exclaims to another one of your coworkers (who is jumping around like an crazy monkey) "My goodness! You must have been visited by the Crack Fairy this morning!" , it's really fucking funny. Especially considering I work in a serious-ish laboratory.

Not only do my employers not mind me having crazy colored hair, one of them wants me to give her a bright pink streak. I think this means my job officially kicks ass, from an authority stand point.

I haven't done a fun cracked-out link filled entry in awhile. I think they will be returning soon though. My mind is beginning to crack itself out again. (In a good, fun way, not a crazy depressed way)

The End. Ding Ding. Round Two:

Since I know you all care, here are the recent hair pictures:

The Old Style - Blended blue, purple, and red. This was about a month or two ago. It had mostly washed out when we re-dyed it the other day.

Bleached | 2 - On my way to the current style. Under hair is purple (and tied back), top of head hair is beached in preparation for steaking. All tips are red. I kind of look like Curt Cobain in these a little bit. Kinda scary.

Results | 2 | 3 - Blue, Red, Green, and Pink streaks with purple underhair (base) and all red tips. The pictures don't show the pink well, but it's there. Yay!

Thank You, Drive Through, Comment.

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Monday, June 10, 2002

I just watched the replay of the USA-Korea world cup game. (we tied) I have to say Brad Friedel is a bad ass. He played a hell of a game in goal. It made me really miss my soccer goalkeep days... *sigh*

Oh well, there's always pickup games. Woo! As anti-american as I usually am, I have to say I'm damn proud of our national team.

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Sunday, June 9, 2002

These last few days have ruled my goat ass. Iowa came up to visit and it ruled. We dyed my hair a shitload of colors and it ruled (pictures to come later) and today Johnny, Ryan, and I went to peterson pits and shot my potato gun, followed by frolicking near naked in the lake. Due to the presence of other people (including many hotties) we couldn't be completely naked.

Also, the rave last night kicked some major ass. 3 rooms, space theme, space ships, great music, hotties, DJ mother fucking Spree, and me dancing half naked like an idiot. Hoo baby ya... Followed by going to the truck stop here where they have the double half pounder... yes... A POUND OF BEEF! Hoo!

I'm starting to get settled in here... it's about fucking time. Oh, and Anti-Flag kicks ass.

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Friday, June 7, 2002

*sigh* I feel so conformist doing these things...

Although I am apparently a bad-ass confromist if I'm the black mother fucking knight. 'Cept for that getting my ass kicked thing...

which "monty python and the holy grail" character are you?

this quiz was made by colleen

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Thursday, June 6, 2002

Tonight I was randomally recruited by the drunk girls across the hall to buy them alchy. Bah, I am such an enabler. It turns out I may be doing the hair dye thing tomorrow when Iowa gets up here. Uhm... MTV sucks... I dunno... Here are some pictures of where I live: (they are real small for bandwith reasons, sorry)

My room
Mark's room | 2
Ryan's room | 2
Squeak Bitch's room (storage)
Middle (main) room | 2 | 3 | 4
Bathroom | 2 | Kitchen | Ghetto Washer | Me and Ryan

Uhhh... it's bedtime, I think.

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Wednesday, June 5, 2002

Right outside my window there are train tracks. Trains like to use these tracks. They also like to stop on these tracks. WHEN A TRAIN STOPS IT SOUNDS LIKE 10,000 AMPLIFIED CATS HAVING THEIR LITTLE CAT GONADS BEING TRAMPLED ON BY GOD-FUCKING-ZILLA! So... uhm... it's annoyingly loud. I just felt the need to say that.

If you live near a Hot Topic and like dark music go their and buy the "New Dark Noise, the darkwave dance floor killer no filler" sampler for 7 bucks. It's definately worth it. It's rocking my balls off at the moment.

Sometime soon I will have randomally streaked green, pink, blue, purple, and red hair. It will be cool.

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Check this out:

How kick-ass is that? I'm the proudest almost 22 year old EVAR! (I blame my heros, Beavis and Butthead)

There was an ozzie here yesterday and for part of this morning, but I didn't really see her this morning 'cause I was at work. Ozzie visiting = good things. Yes.

Yesterday I found out that you aren't supposed to fry big ass hunks of chicken, but instead you should bake them. I am slowly learning how to cook near disaster by near disaster. Soon I might even start buying pork chops and chicken that aren't preseasoned. OOOOHHH!!!

So I was thinking, speaking of my job, that I think a well trained monkey would be able to do most of it. Which sucks. At Mcdonalds I didn't mind that a well or even crappily trained monkey could do my job. I expected that. However, in a microbiology lab I hoped to be doing more... well... microbiology, and less other crap. Granted, I am new so I by default get the shit jobs of making media, filtering stuff, making chemicals, and washing dishes. I also run a whole bunch of machines, which is cool, and I suppose trained monkeys would have a pretty hard time doing that part... but still. I have an idea for a funny list-type comparison between the two jobs in my head, and maybe if I get unlazy I'll write it.

I'm going to start working on Chegg again soon. Summer lack of stress is finally kicking in and I am feeling creative again. Yay!

EAT POOP!

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Monday, June 3, 2002

I'm sitting her mostly naked watching DragonBall on tv after taking the best shower I've had in a month. See, the showers in my new place sucked ass 'cause the showerhead had the pressure of four guys peeing on you, and at about that temperature as well. (Analogy borrowed from Mark) It took 20 min to wash my freakin' hair. So, we bought a 5 dollar high pressure "incredible head" that kicks ass. Best 5 bucks I've ever spent.

Uhm... sat night I was camping. It ruled, great lighting storm until 4am. Then it poured and got cold. I froze my ass off, that wasn't cool. I had my ozzie blanket (the one she left in my tercel over xmas break that I transferred to my truck when I got that), a light jacket, and a pillow to keep warm. It sucked, 'cause the ozzie blanket only comes up to my waist and isn't warm, my coat isn't warm, and I had a breeze on me the whole night. I slept in a teeny fetal ball the entire night and had crazy leg cramps in the morning. The right above us loud as hell lightning was pretty sweet though. At one point it was so bright it hurt my closed eyes inside the tent. Ah well, it was still fun.

I'm really hungry. I crave sugar. I went running earlier and I blame that. Today both Ozzdaddy and Lisadaddy came back from various trips. That = cool. They better get their ass over here. Yes yes.

I must find food and fall ass leap. The End.

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Saturday, June 1, 2002

Today/tonight was fun. I think I'm going to really love weekends because I can be nocturnal for at least 2 days out of the week. Yea, I know that's the same as the school year, but summer night air is just so much nicer, which make being out at night that more addictive and necessary.

Tonight I attended a StrangeTalk "bonfire" which consisted of a teeny fire that got busted at 11:30. I take no responsibility for the wussiness of the fire. It was still fun. Then we hung out in one of their rooms for while (about half the fire group, 10 people I think.) So that was fun, I just got back, yay. Unfortunately, the dorm it was in was Friley, which brought back some well suppressed feelings. Ready for story time?

There was another girl last semester I was interested in for a bit. This was during one of the very few times I was feeling comfortable with the friendship relationship I had with the girl whom you've heard so much about. This other girl I met rather randomly and we hit it off real fast. We talked a whole lot, and gathered support from each other as well, because we were both going through some shit at the time. She confided in me some things that she had only told one other person. Real personal things, and I would like to think I helped her out a fair amount. At least I gave her a stable friend for awhile. I ate lunch with her 3 times a week, and we talked every time she came online. We were close. I don't know if I loved her or not, my emotions are the time were too random and fucked up for me to be able to tell, but I definitely valued our friendship. She was extremely interesting and unique, and I loved spending time with her.

Unfortunately, her best friend (who lived far away) hated me. I think he saw me as a threat, because he was in love with her. He didn't like her spending time with me, and it was causing problems. She began lying to him about even seeing me, which was not something I thinks she was comfortable doing. Then one weekend she went home and saw him and they hooked up. It was inevitable, I suppose. They were/are definitely in love. Unfortunately, this seemed to kill our friendship. We stopped eating lunch together because she got real busy, stopped talking online, and pretty much stopped talking all together. Granted, she got a job around this time as well, but it seemed that she got real cold all the sudden, as well as busy. She went from sharing everything with me to not talking to me. I felt very rejected. I still do, actually. I could definitely handle her hooking up with her (rather angry) boyfriend, but I have definite problems with our friendship ending or becoming estranged. About this time things started to get fucked up with the girl whom you've heard so much about again, so those negative depressing thoughts displaced my "loss of friendship" negative depressing thoughts. I guess I dealt with the whole thing the best I can, by shoving it deep into my brain where it can't hurt anyone. I am reminded of her very often though, and think back with regret on how things turned out. Had I not been already fucked up, maybe I could have salvaged the situation and saved the friendship. Hell, maybe there still is a chance of that. However, I have not heard from her in a months now, so I doubt it. I don't know if I'll ever see her again, actually. I learned a lot from her, and wish she was still around.

The reason I'm thinking about her now is I walked by her old area of Friley tonight, so on the home I went to her old door. I guess I just had to see it again. I stood there for awhile, remembering her and our friendship. I remember during one of the last times we talked after she hooked up with her boyfriend she was venting frustration and she said "and I don't have any consistent friends up here." I wanted to say "Yes you do, me" or something to that effect. I should have said that. I had told her, many times, that I'd always be there for her, and I meant it. However, I said nothing this time, I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I just read what she said repeatedly and realized I had failed her as a person of support, even though she was the one that became cold to me, because I let her do that. I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't, and by doing so I failed her again. That was my last chance I had to resurrect the caliber of friendship we had, and I didn't do it. I regret this very much.

There is a slight chance that she found this site (it was created after we stopped talking, but the link was in my profile and other places) and an even slighter chance that she still reads it or cares about me. But if she does... If you do... I miss you.

Sweet Dreams of Nakey Things.

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