Someone found my blog by googling "pretty awesome thighs."
Also, last night Janna told me that she saw a man sprawled out on the stairway at an El stop. But with his face at the bottom of the stairs and his legs going up the stairs. She said, "He was either asleep or dead."
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
Best email ever. Please, sign me right up!
Date: Nov 21, 2005 7:36 PM
Subject: PART TIME JOB OFFER,PLS REPLY,smithrose025@yahoo.co.uk
Hi, please can I have ur attention for a moment? Would you like to work online from home/temporarily and get paid weekly?well as i just come across your name and address posted online and I would be very interested in offering you a part-time paying job in which you could earn alot.
This job would be based on contract and commission terms, it is a part-time job and it would involve quite a handful of trust and honesty. If you would be interested in including a good-paying,part time job to your daily list of activities, then you could kindly reply in my email smithrose025@yahoo.co.uk and I would be glad to brief you more.Thank You
Regards,
S&A International Ltd
31 Wilmslow Rd, Cheadle, Cheshire
London
SE28 0LS
+447961544089
Subject: PART TIME JOB OFFER,PLS REPLY,smithrose025@yahoo.co.uk
Hi, please can I have ur attention for a moment? Would you like to work online from home/temporarily and get paid weekly?well as i just come across your name and address posted online and I would be very interested in offering you a part-time paying job in which you could earn alot.
This job would be based on contract and commission terms, it is a part-time job and it would involve quite a handful of trust and honesty. If you would be interested in including a good-paying,part time job to your daily list of activities, then you could kindly reply in my email smithrose025@yahoo.co.uk and I would be glad to brief you more.Thank You
Regards,
S&A International Ltd
31 Wilmslow Rd, Cheadle, Cheshire
London
SE28 0LS
+447961544089
"We're all going through this. It's our time at the edge."
Of course I'm awake at six in the morning. Of course I've been awake for three hours. Why would I want to get a good night's sleep?
My sleep schedule's all screwy because for some reason I just couldn't get to sleep last night, and ended up pulling an all-nighter. I got out of bed, finally giving up on sleep, around 7:30 yesterday morning, went downstairs and took a shower (in Kristin's bathroom because our shower curtain rod random fell down and Janna and I can't figure out how to get it back up), and came back upstairs and read for a while. Next thing I know it's 3:47 in the afternoon. I passed out on my bed next to my laptop and everything.
Also, Joe, the new roommate, moved in today, so today was a great day to sleep until four. He had been here for almost two hours and I was asleep. I'm a douche. I had to walk downstairs and greet him letting him know that I would be the loser roommate who sleeps all day.
Then last night (although it feels like tonight because I HAVEN'T SLEPT) I got into bed around midnight and tried reading. I felt sleepy so I turned off the light and went to sleep. Of course, when you wake up at four in the afternoon and you go to sleep at midnight, your body just needs a nap. So yeah, I woke up three hours later. Loser.
Saturday night was kind of fun in an unexpected way. Lindsay, Kristin and I planned to go see the parade on Michigan Avenue. We met up at 10pin bowling alley because Lindsay's roommate works there and we bowled for free. I actually got three spares, which is fantastic since I haven't bowled since sophomore year. We didn't finish the round because we wanted to catch the parade and fireworks. The parade was stupid because it was just random Disney characters riding on floats, but the fireworks were good. I mean, they were just fireworks, but ya know - that's fun.
After the parade we went to a huge McDonald's because I was starving. Because there were about 2,938,382 people at the parade, about 28,382 of them ended up at the same McDonald's. There weren't any tables so the three of us sat on the stairs in the middle of restaurant. It was worth it though. I know McDonald's is horrible for you, and I refused to eat there during college, but man, it's so good. So so good.
Julia called and said that some girls from her program were coming down from Evanston to go out to bars in Wrigleyville and she invited us to come. That was an interesting experience. Clark Street on a Saturday night is gross and I don't really like it, but hey, I'll try anything. We went to John Barleycorn's, one of the eight fake Irish pubs on the 3500 block. We had to wait in line to get in. We had to wait in line to get upstairs to dance. It was a gross bar and Lindsay, Kristin, and I were so out of place (I was wearing a long-sleeved white t-shirt and green sneakers. I was afraid I wouldn't get in or something.) I had fun dancing to bad music because I haven't gotten to dance in Chicago at all (I need to meet people who host dance parties). Also, being the only boy in a group of girls meant I had to save each one when random drunk guys got too touchy and grabby.
I think the weirdest part of the evening was, after playing "My Humps" and "Get Low", the DJ put on "Don't Stop Believing". What? Why? It was pretty ridiculous, watching people try to dance to Journey.
I finally got a chance to listen to The Shaggs[Now an actual link]. They're pretty awful, but I think the album really deserves at least one listen. Also, while being awake for most of last night, I made a really good Christmas CD and downloaded some more live Sufjan performances and outtakes from the Michigan album. I've been trying to find the Jenny Lewis album, but I can't; poo.
I saw part of St. Elmo's Fire today. I think I'm most like Rob Lowe.
My sleep schedule's all screwy because for some reason I just couldn't get to sleep last night, and ended up pulling an all-nighter. I got out of bed, finally giving up on sleep, around 7:30 yesterday morning, went downstairs and took a shower (in Kristin's bathroom because our shower curtain rod random fell down and Janna and I can't figure out how to get it back up), and came back upstairs and read for a while. Next thing I know it's 3:47 in the afternoon. I passed out on my bed next to my laptop and everything.
Also, Joe, the new roommate, moved in today, so today was a great day to sleep until four. He had been here for almost two hours and I was asleep. I'm a douche. I had to walk downstairs and greet him letting him know that I would be the loser roommate who sleeps all day.
Then last night (although it feels like tonight because I HAVEN'T SLEPT) I got into bed around midnight and tried reading. I felt sleepy so I turned off the light and went to sleep. Of course, when you wake up at four in the afternoon and you go to sleep at midnight, your body just needs a nap. So yeah, I woke up three hours later. Loser.
Saturday night was kind of fun in an unexpected way. Lindsay, Kristin and I planned to go see the parade on Michigan Avenue. We met up at 10pin bowling alley because Lindsay's roommate works there and we bowled for free. I actually got three spares, which is fantastic since I haven't bowled since sophomore year. We didn't finish the round because we wanted to catch the parade and fireworks. The parade was stupid because it was just random Disney characters riding on floats, but the fireworks were good. I mean, they were just fireworks, but ya know - that's fun.
After the parade we went to a huge McDonald's because I was starving. Because there were about 2,938,382 people at the parade, about 28,382 of them ended up at the same McDonald's. There weren't any tables so the three of us sat on the stairs in the middle of restaurant. It was worth it though. I know McDonald's is horrible for you, and I refused to eat there during college, but man, it's so good. So so good.
Julia called and said that some girls from her program were coming down from Evanston to go out to bars in Wrigleyville and she invited us to come. That was an interesting experience. Clark Street on a Saturday night is gross and I don't really like it, but hey, I'll try anything. We went to John Barleycorn's, one of the eight fake Irish pubs on the 3500 block. We had to wait in line to get in. We had to wait in line to get upstairs to dance. It was a gross bar and Lindsay, Kristin, and I were so out of place (I was wearing a long-sleeved white t-shirt and green sneakers. I was afraid I wouldn't get in or something.) I had fun dancing to bad music because I haven't gotten to dance in Chicago at all (I need to meet people who host dance parties). Also, being the only boy in a group of girls meant I had to save each one when random drunk guys got too touchy and grabby.
I think the weirdest part of the evening was, after playing "My Humps" and "Get Low", the DJ put on "Don't Stop Believing". What? Why? It was pretty ridiculous, watching people try to dance to Journey.
I finally got a chance to listen to The Shaggs[Now an actual link]. They're pretty awful, but I think the album really deserves at least one listen. Also, while being awake for most of last night, I made a really good Christmas CD and downloaded some more live Sufjan performances and outtakes from the Michigan album. I've been trying to find the Jenny Lewis album, but I can't; poo.
I saw part of St. Elmo's Fire today. I think I'm most like Rob Lowe.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
I can't sleep, so here I am.
I had an awesome online conversation tonight with my friend Kristel from high school. I'm glad there's another person with whom I graduated that I can talk with about how much it sucked then and how we're different / one hundred times better.
I'm sure someday I'll think the same way about college. Give me five years. Until then I'm going to keep thinking about high school.
I miss Laurie so much already. asdfjkl;
Something else I miss (although not as much as Laurie, of course) is our kitchen table, which Laurie took home with her. Tonight we fixed food and sat on the floor. As if we're Chinese! (They are the ones who sit on the floor to eat, right?)
Janna, Kristin, and I saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire today. I enjoyed it, but it wasn't as good as the book, obviously. Not that I really remember the book because they're all the same, but I do remember liking the fourth book the best. On a related note, I feel sorry for the Harry Potter kids because after they finish filming the seventh movie they're going to be in their twenties and never get any other acting jobs. Maybe thirty years later, after alcoholism and depression has reached its pinnacle, I'll see Ron Weasley on a VH1 reality show where he announces on a radio show that he cheated on his wife.
On another related note, Danny Bonnaduce deserves to be broken. Right in the face. What kind of asshole tells his wife and a few million radio-listeners that he screwed around. I wonder how Shirley Jones feels about that.
I also had another great conversation with Christina tonight when we watched about twenty minutes of Hootenanny Hoot on Turner Classic Movies. Thank god for cable and the internet - you can watch your favorite movies with your favorite friends even when they live a few thousand miles away!
I'm sure someday I'll think the same way about college. Give me five years. Until then I'm going to keep thinking about high school.
I miss Laurie so much already. asdfjkl;
Something else I miss (although not as much as Laurie, of course) is our kitchen table, which Laurie took home with her. Tonight we fixed food and sat on the floor. As if we're Chinese! (They are the ones who sit on the floor to eat, right?)
Janna, Kristin, and I saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire today. I enjoyed it, but it wasn't as good as the book, obviously. Not that I really remember the book because they're all the same, but I do remember liking the fourth book the best. On a related note, I feel sorry for the Harry Potter kids because after they finish filming the seventh movie they're going to be in their twenties and never get any other acting jobs. Maybe thirty years later, after alcoholism and depression has reached its pinnacle, I'll see Ron Weasley on a VH1 reality show where he announces on a radio show that he cheated on his wife.
On another related note, Danny Bonnaduce deserves to be broken. Right in the face. What kind of asshole tells his wife and a few million radio-listeners that he screwed around. I wonder how Shirley Jones feels about that.
I also had another great conversation with Christina tonight when we watched about twenty minutes of Hootenanny Hoot on Turner Classic Movies. Thank god for cable and the internet - you can watch your favorite movies with your favorite friends even when they live a few thousand miles away!
Friday, November 18, 2005
I'm not in love with the modern world.
Laurie's nearly completely moved out and I am sad. I came home from an interview expecting her to still be here, but she wasn't, and I freaked out and called her twice. Then I saw that her purse was still in her room, and she finally answered her phone and told me she's walking around with her dad.
I had my interview at 826CHI, which went well - I think I may start tutoring kids there next week even. The only thing that kinda sucked about it was that when I went in two Mexican guys were working on the front room, and one of them said to me, "No class today, amigo?" I was like, "Uh, no..." Then I realize he thought I was in high school. That didn't make me feel good.
I got on the bus to come home from Wicker Park and I recognized a square from that bad Josh Hartnett movie. Now I'm watching High Fidelity even though I hate it and John Cusack.
I also realized that I was not made for the cold. I'm sitting in my basement wearing three shirts, two pairs of socks, and cord jeans over silk long underwear. Yes, I have silk long underwear. It's pretty fantastic. I had a friend in college who used to make fun of me for having fleece-lined jeans, but I don't care; I just like to keep my legs warm.
I competely understant the Sudoku fad now, since I tried (in vain) to complete one of the puzzles last night and it didn't work out. I don't know what made me want to finish it because it reminded me of something from high school math class.
I'm kinda sad that it's almost December and I still haven't gotten a job. I'm going to set a deadline for when I have to have my life together. I'm thinking June. June 14th.
I had my interview at 826CHI, which went well - I think I may start tutoring kids there next week even. The only thing that kinda sucked about it was that when I went in two Mexican guys were working on the front room, and one of them said to me, "No class today, amigo?" I was like, "Uh, no..." Then I realize he thought I was in high school. That didn't make me feel good.
I got on the bus to come home from Wicker Park and I recognized a square from that bad Josh Hartnett movie. Now I'm watching High Fidelity even though I hate it and John Cusack.
I also realized that I was not made for the cold. I'm sitting in my basement wearing three shirts, two pairs of socks, and cord jeans over silk long underwear. Yes, I have silk long underwear. It's pretty fantastic. I had a friend in college who used to make fun of me for having fleece-lined jeans, but I don't care; I just like to keep my legs warm.
I competely understant the Sudoku fad now, since I tried (in vain) to complete one of the puzzles last night and it didn't work out. I don't know what made me want to finish it because it reminded me of something from high school math class.
I'm kinda sad that it's almost December and I still haven't gotten a job. I'm going to set a deadline for when I have to have my life together. I'm thinking June. June 14th.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Wanna gang bang a reality star?
Well, I finally heard back from the wine store on my block. I guess the manager was going to give me a job to help them before Christmas, but then a girl who used to work there called and said that she'd be in Chicago, so she gave the job to her instead. Boo.
She did call my references, which she said were phenomenal. "They really want you back at the winery. They said I should send you back to Virginia!"
So funny.
Along Came Polly is on HBO right now. When will the rest of the world realize how much Ben Stiller sucks at life?
Also, read this post. I hope it's actually Julie, the Mormon from the New Orleans season.
She did call my references, which she said were phenomenal. "They really want you back at the winery. They said I should send you back to Virginia!"
So funny.
Along Came Polly is on HBO right now. When will the rest of the world realize how much Ben Stiller sucks at life?
Also, read this post. I hope it's actually Julie, the Mormon from the New Orleans season.
Overheard while walking home from a bar with my roommates:
"How is it possible that my thighs are both on fire AND completely numb?"
Beats me.
Beats me.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Aussies and famous ex-girlfriends.
I was reading my website tracker that tells me where my readers are. I have one recurring reader in Australia, which is exciting. (Hi Australia!). Anyway, the idea of having a reader in Australia that I don't personally know (unless I suddenly forgot that one of my friends is in Australia), is pretty exciting, and I was talking to my friend Christina about it.
Me: i want to know who my australian fan is
Christina: nicole kidman
Christina: mystery solved
Me: hahahahaha
Me: i should post that SNIPPET
Me: that's funny
Me: you'll have your own fans
Christina: well i am a supporting character in the world of your blog
Me: I'm a fan of that dude's crazy celebrity-obsessed friend!
Christina: i'm not celebrtiy obsessed
Christina: i'm just obsessed with certain celebrities
Christina: most of which no one knows who they are
Me: most of them don't even know they're celebrities.
Christina: exactly
Speaking of celebrity-obsessed, I had another stupid / mildly amusing dream that I'd like to share:
Christina: last night i dreamed that zombies were attacking
Me: um
Christina: again
Me: i had a crazy dream the other night
Christina: i dream about being scared of zombies attacking a lot
Me: i was dating a girl named joey
Me: and we went a play
Christina: potter?
Me: and i bumped into joey lauren adams
Christina: from dawson's creek?
Christina: hahaha
Me: and we hadn't seen each other since we were in a movie together
Christina: hahha
Me: and it got awkward that i was dating another girl named joey
Me: because we had a fling on the set, apparently.
Christina: i wish i had your dreams
Me: i want to know who my australian fan is
Christina: nicole kidman
Christina: mystery solved
Me: hahahahaha
Me: i should post that SNIPPET
Me: that's funny
Me: you'll have your own fans
Christina: well i am a supporting character in the world of your blog
Me: I'm a fan of that dude's crazy celebrity-obsessed friend!
Christina: i'm not celebrtiy obsessed
Christina: i'm just obsessed with certain celebrities
Christina: most of which no one knows who they are
Me: most of them don't even know they're celebrities.
Christina: exactly
Speaking of celebrity-obsessed, I had another stupid / mildly amusing dream that I'd like to share:
Christina: last night i dreamed that zombies were attacking
Me: um
Christina: again
Me: i had a crazy dream the other night
Christina: i dream about being scared of zombies attacking a lot
Me: i was dating a girl named joey
Me: and we went a play
Christina: potter?
Me: and i bumped into joey lauren adams
Christina: from dawson's creek?
Christina: hahaha
Me: and we hadn't seen each other since we were in a movie together
Christina: hahha
Me: and it got awkward that i was dating another girl named joey
Me: because we had a fling on the set, apparently.
Christina: i wish i had your dreams
We're just talking to the kids.
Ahhhh.
Laurie and I just got home from seeing Art Brut at Schuba's. What a fan-fucking-tastic show!
I was really excited when I bought the tickets a month ago, but then for some reason my excitement dwindled. Huh. I was caught by surprise because they are quite entertaining!
But what could expect from the band who is "going to write the song that makes Isreal and Palestine get along"?
The lead singer, the slightly gross (but in a nice way) British dude, didn't play any instruments. And really, he doesn't sing, either. But come on. This is one of the best bands ever. They just make fun of every other kinda shitty indie garage-rock band while making really good music.
At one point, during a guitar solo, he jumped into the crowed and walked to the back of the room screaming the refrain with his hands cupped around his mouth. C'mon, beat that.
Also, at the end of "My Little Brother" (one of my favorites) when he shouts, "Stay OFF the crack!" he kept going: "STAY AWAY FROM PETE DOHERTY. He has a shitty arm and a bad tattoo."
Terrific!
In non-music news, I went to the Urban Outfitters hiring open house where I had the most laid-back interview ever. Honestly, Urban Outfitters is not what I'm looking for, so I decided to be honest and just be like, "Look, I'm good at customer service and the cash register so shut the hell up." Well, I wasn't so blunt but I did make some jokes and we all enjoyed them. Blah.
Laurie and I just got home from seeing Art Brut at Schuba's. What a fan-fucking-tastic show!
I was really excited when I bought the tickets a month ago, but then for some reason my excitement dwindled. Huh. I was caught by surprise because they are quite entertaining!
But what could expect from the band who is "going to write the song that makes Isreal and Palestine get along"?
The lead singer, the slightly gross (but in a nice way) British dude, didn't play any instruments. And really, he doesn't sing, either. But come on. This is one of the best bands ever. They just make fun of every other kinda shitty indie garage-rock band while making really good music.
At one point, during a guitar solo, he jumped into the crowed and walked to the back of the room screaming the refrain with his hands cupped around his mouth. C'mon, beat that.
Also, at the end of "My Little Brother" (one of my favorites) when he shouts, "Stay OFF the crack!" he kept going: "STAY AWAY FROM PETE DOHERTY. He has a shitty arm and a bad tattoo."
Terrific!
In non-music news, I went to the Urban Outfitters hiring open house where I had the most laid-back interview ever. Honestly, Urban Outfitters is not what I'm looking for, so I decided to be honest and just be like, "Look, I'm good at customer service and the cash register so shut the hell up." Well, I wasn't so blunt but I did make some jokes and we all enjoyed them. Blah.
Monday, November 14, 2005
My world just imploded.
Christina just sent me a link to a website.
At first I was confused.
Then I laughed.
Then I was confused again.
Am I laughing because of what I'm seeing or what I'm hearing?
Am I laughing with it or at it?
I don't know.
You can decide.
www.RickMoranis.com
At first I was confused.
Then I laughed.
Then I was confused again.
Am I laughing because of what I'm seeing or what I'm hearing?
Am I laughing with it or at it?
I don't know.
You can decide.
www.RickMoranis.com
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