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Whatever and Ever Amen – Ben Folds Five |
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I haven’t been very good when it comes to updating this thing, and I can’t say that it’s because I don’t have the time, because well … then I’d be lying. I’m going to chalk it up to being lazy. That and not having the patience for sitting in front of a computer for more then ten minutes at a time. Every time I try and sit down, I only end up getting deferred somehow, and my attention is drawn somewhere else.
I’ve been catching up on the remainder of my summer classes during work since I have this habit of not waking up in time to get to class. I found nothing more annoying however, then when someone saunters on into the music store only to start ordering me around like I’m their personal maid. Let me give anyone who actually gives a shit out there a bit of advice: If you’d like to receive fast paced, forthcoming service, then don’t push the clerk around. It’s not a smart idea, and I’m less likely to want to oblige when I’ve got someone running their mouth, doing whatever they can to annoy me. It’s kind of like harassing the waitress in a diner. Piss her off enough and she’ll spit in your coffee.
I learned that one the hard way.
I ended up spending a little more with Jos yesterday. She sat on me and high jacked the book I was reading a couple of times. Anything I would have been willing to try on her was probably negated by that fact, although she played it off like she didn’t care. She keeps screwing with my hair too. I hate that.
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[27 Jul 2003|01:45pm] |
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Back Down - Fuel |
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I keep trying to remind myself why it was that I decided to major in linguistics, and I keep coming up short. I’m sure my parents could provide for you a long list though, being the greatly ‘cultured’ people that they are. Yeah sure, if by cultured they mean ‘spoiled rotten’ and ‘fucked over’, then sure … they’re cultured. What’s that got to do with me studying languages? I’m not stupid. I know that knowing the romance languages can score you points when you’re looking to score, but what exactly does this have to do with my ‘future’?
Like I care. My trust fund apparently could buy a small European country. If I wanted to disappear, I could do without any problems, so why am I worrying about any future career plans? There’s probably a reason, I’m just too lazy to figure it out.
I ran into two people yesterday – quite latterly. Jos Garrett and Riley Donahue. The latter of the two wasn’t exactly a conversation in which I’d like to dwell upon. She’d probably find any excuse she could think up to knee me in the groin – just for the sake of doing it. It’s amusing though. After ten minutes, Riley wanted to kill me where as Jos was ready to jump me. Alright, both might be slight exaggerations, but you get the point. Girls on the East Coast are weird. It didn’t have to take me three years to figure that one out either … I learned that when first arriving.
I have a feeling I’ll be seeing both again soon, whether one of them likes it or not. It’s hard to avoid your brother’s neighbor after all.
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[23 Jul 2003|09:47pm] |
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Holier Than Though - Metallica |
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You know, I could probably sit here all day and re-hash all the events in my life which have lead up to this moment right here … but I think I’ll defer from doing so. In the end, the headache I’d generate in putting the effort to do so would be nothing compared to the headache generating from actually reading the crap I would no doubt create. My life – my history – it’s just like the history of past civilizations and morons who were stupid enough not to learn from their parents, and their parent’s parents past. History is merely a recording of events that have claimed their victims time and time again, proving we never learn from our mistakes. My history is no different.
Seeing as how I prefer simplicity over complexity, I’ll provide anyone who may happen to stumble upon this with the bare, boring facts. The name is Michael Harris, and I’ll be rounding out twenty-two years in about eight months. Up until three and a half years ago when I first moved to Boston, San Francisco was the only home I ever knew, and my parents are one of the rare few who are still “happily” married. This forthcoming October will mark their twenty-fifth anniversary. Yey for them.
I’m here at Boston University via my mother’s side of the family. Anything to get me out of California and across the nation. Big bucks, old money, and a lot of old hags. Need I say more?
Other than that, there’s nothing more I feel the need to elaborate on. My patience is running low and I’m about two seconds from drilling a screw driver into my head. Maybe it has to do with the fact that someone down the hall is playing the Angels. Yeah, that’s probably it. I’ve never harbored much patience for fifty’s pop music. Hell, I don’t harbor much patience for pop music period.
I need to get out of here. Preferably before that urge to drill a hole into my head becomes too tempting to resist.
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