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9/05/2001 02:19:00 PM
THere's a part of the river in all of us

But for me, there was literally a chunk of rock stuck in my knee and that explains why my 3rd kneecap kept flaring up and getting pussy. Maybe that should be "pus-y" but I don't know. I love to spell, but that doesn't mean I'm very good at it. So, 10 days later, a tiny rock that had lodged itself into my flesh was extracted and now sits on a paper-towel next to the television. I should probably clean that up before Dave gets home. Maybe that rock was with me long enough to sap up some of my spirit, and throwing it away would be like burying a friend. Yep, burying a tiny, worthless, horrible friend who burrowed into your knee and made you limp around with a big bulbous pus-filled tumor on your leg. Goodbye my friend. Goodbye.

What's up with the J-O-B?

I've been getting calls about jobs (3 yesterday) but nothing solid yet. One wanted me to move to North carolina, so that was out. One wanted me to Drive to Vienna, VA each day (Over an Hour each way) to do Admin type work for Big Blue (IBM), but i'm through with the long drives if I can help it. I don't have a lot of freedom, but I still have some. There's the neverending Nextel possibility where I'd drive a company car around to cell-towers making sure everything was peachy for the drug-dealers and annoying dudes who talk too loud everywhere they go. The problem with that one is they always push it back and push it back so I'm not sure if there's really a job there or if it's just a horrible, boring, candid-camera style trick to keep me unemployed until I die.

Hero on the Halfshell

THen there's the one I got an email about today. The email came from "Micahel Angelo Jr." and said simply "Cowabunga, dudes!". Actually, it didn't. sorry. It did talk about a high-paying job travelling across the country installing some system in Post Offices so that the employees can use AOL Instant Messager. Actually I have no idea what I would be doing, but I'd be travelling 90% of the time, which brings so many up so many issues. Obviously, I'd really like to get paid to go around and see new places and there's no time like the present for something like that. The drawback is that I am really happy where I am right now. I live with Erica, whom I would miss terribly while I was away. Also, I've had an extremely fun summer hanging out with friends and having a good time playing D+D every week, playing Magic Every week, and just hanging out having cookouts and playing croquet. I guess if I was travelling I could still do that sortof stuff on the weekends, but every Sunday there'd be a looming black monday where I'd have to sayd goodbye to everyone and go back into isolation. I really do like getting time to myself when I can, but I don't know if this is how I'd want to do it. I'll let you know here, unless I give up like some sort of sucka.

PS. I'm not a sucka.

9/04/2001 06:05:00 PM
A New Hope

I kicked off my first real day of re-unemp[loyment in the best way possible; I drove Erica to school when she woke up late. Actually the good part is when I went and played a solo-18-holes of Disc Golf at 8am. It was a pleasantly cool morning and I was the only one out there, so it was peaceful and refreshing. It helped to put my life into perspective, and it felt great. I recommend geting up and getting a little exercise each day to anyone who has absolutely nothing left to do with the rest of their day. If you're working, screw it, because you just don't have that kindof time.

Makes you wonder what Andrew 'Dice' Clay's Parents think

I got a jarring wake-up call last night when I was talking to my parents and tell ing them what I had done during the week and they said "Yeah, we know, we read about it at your website" and my mind began racing trying to think of how many profane, blasphemous, disgusting things I had written recently. Luckily I couldn't think of any, and upon viewing today I'd say the worst there was was me saying "bitches" in the friendly, non-derogatory way. Here's hoping the parents were hip enough to catch that. One time, back in High School, I let my Dad read one of the books that my friend Brian Costello wrote and then remembered a passage he wrote saying that his Dad would have been out "fist-fucking goats" if Reagan had told him to. The obvious part is, parents are adults and are not shocked by curse words or even the idea of unorthodox-sex with animals. Hey, if they didn't know a thing or two about it we wouldn't be here, right? Ugh, You should have stopped reading a few lines ago, Mom and Dad. Sorry!

9/02/2001 11:20:00 AM
I refuse to be like you

That last entry was a real pile. It was festeringly bad, and I could never do that to you again because it would hurt me too much. Short entries are fine, if they're interesting, but that one was not and to leave you hanging onto that for almost 5 days with nothing more than that was downright cruel. Forgiveness, Preese.

The psychological implications

I'm real insecure about what I write here because I get worried that I ramble and bramble my way into generally unreadable drivel. I have trouble going back and reading them myself, even though sellf-study is my major at LU (THat's Life University, bitches). I ask everyone to let me know what I can do better and noone says anything. They prefer to let me piss my life away rather than face the burden of critique-ing a friend, and I guess that's cool. Cool if you want to live a Lie, I mean.

Regularly scheduled Prgm

So, back in the saddle I write quick and dirty run-down of everything I am. I lellft my job on Friday at 11AMfor the last time. During my last week I scored 3 free meals (Italian, Indian Buffet, and a Muffin/juice breakfast), 2 hugs, a no new jobs, so I'm riding free in the unemployed world again. I'd like to think that means I can redesign this site, release the updated Virtual Joel, Record an album, and begin my long, tumultuous trek to the presidency, but most likely I'll get stressed about having no money and piss my time away playing video games. I did get Worms: Armageddon for PSX on Friday, and I haven't even opened it yet. I've been too busy. Busy is for sissies. TIme to go to Harmony and meet up with Andrea Petersen and Derek Moffet. It's like 1996 all over again. Keep reading, because you know I'll keep writing. I just hope you can look yourself in the mirror each day knowing you're not telling me what I can do to make my website more enjoyable. Why not repent from your ways and tell me what you really think? OK, I give this entry a 7. There, I got you started, work with me.

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