So lots of things have happened as of late, only a couple of which are even mildly interesting. I’d like to say first off that Jordan Weil rocks my socks. He’s the best, particularly because he’s really smart and is really down to earth. It sucks that he’s in Chicago, but he’s really going places and I think he’ll do great things. Tore is back in town. I missed him. He’s great. I also *just* found out that he has hacked off a foot of his hair (Kids With Cancer donation). It’s nice having him back in town as well, because smart people are not a dime a dozen – Not even a dime for one, more like ten bucks! I really enjoy Tore’s company, but alas, like every other person on the planet he is usually far away. What can you do, you know? Janelle came to the store the other night. She looks european. I guess it fits her. It was nice to see her again, as she is also smart. She seems a little more … mmm … arrogant? I don’t know how to describe it, but she just seems not as nice. Oh well, it was good to see her. I ran into Lilly, Amy Rice-Jones, Strecker, Anna Pruitt and Adrienne Tuck at Tony’s while I was drowning my sorrow. Adrienne is still a huge bitch but Lilly is nice as pie. Ahhh, Lilly. Right up there with Sammi :-D. [L=http://nick.aesirdynasty.com]Nick[/L] linked me in one of his posts, with a blurb. Makes sense, I guess. I must say that I am glad that, although I do have my own set of them, his girl issues far outweigh mine. And honestly, that is really good for me to hear from myself, because that means I’m not involved with all the bullshit that it definitely entails. However, I am not getting laid. I am unsure if he is either, though. It’s not a competition. Or is it? Regardless, girls are nice to have around, but I don’t think I *need* one like he does. Interesting. [b]Update[/b] – I’m really thinking about putting together a quick PHS registry so that it’s easy to find people’s contact info … thinking it’ll be handy come reunion time in … 6 1/2 years. Opinions?
Okay, so Jordan WEil is herein town and we diecided that we’d poick up hio and go out and do somet drinking. So I went over to his opalce where ‘s staying, “His uncle’s fplace!” and picked him up in my POS. Then we went over ot eht store and met up with Laura (Pinky), Amanday, Keen, NIck and .. me. So then we were there for a awihle and then we went over to tony’s bu i was totally full, so we left and decided tovo ogver to PHantom Canyon, wihic si the best bar in colorado springs. So we went over there and bought a piture of Hefe and of Demo Cream Beer. SO we drank that, then bought a couple more pitures of beer, mostly hefe. Actually aslll of htem were hefe. And so then JOrdan’s chicken was raw. which was bad. SO WE got tome Bar Chpis for FRE! It was great. And then we kept drinkng. And then it was time to leave, and Keen picked up the tab for all the fodo thre. And then we left! SO thwen we ent over to JACK WUINE’s! And it was awesome and all …. irish. We lined up a shitlaod of Irish Carbombs (Depth Charges in Ireland, due to IRA STUFf) and we all slammed them down. SO wthen we left and waent outisde to start walking hiome. So we’re stanidg there, burning a couple cigs and all of a dusden this HUGE BRAL breaks out. THese gfive dudes totally jumped on this one guy and fucked him hp. LIKE WOW> AN dthen they beat todwn his girlfriend!:? WTF :MATE! That was gottlaly whack. Keen bummed this guy a cigarret and was like “just sit aback and wathc the entertain ment”. SO tehen we walked home with a ta stop at the store tlet NICk use the bathroom! And tehen we went home, adne verybody is pretty drunk. GOOD sitmeS! YAY JOrdan! [b]Update @ 2:56p[/b] – I’m sober now, which helps greatly when typing and trying to not sound incoherent. I thought I’d take some time and tell everybody that Jordan Weil is the shit. Not only is good natured and generally very pleasant to be around, he is also wicked smart. It felt great to be around a lot of smart people last night. Oh, and he has just enough “I’m fucking with you” to keep everything fun. Honestly, I’m pretty surprised by all this because in HS he was (smart, yes) but didn’t seem to … friendly. A little more caustic, like there was a chip on his shoulder with a touch of arrogance. But now? Nothing like that at all. Just a great guy. Too bad he lives in Chicago or I’d have to recruit him into the social circle
Okay, so I’m sitting here on my bed at 12:40am getting ready to post on my website, and I’ve realized that I can remember only a few of the vastly exciting and interesting things that I was going to post. I don’t know if it’s my lifestyle, my diet, my schedule or just the way in which this black-smoke puffing brain of mine works, but for the life of me I can’t remember most of the cool things. And there are a lot. Like A LOT. I think I’ll start a list. I got a call from Jordan Weil today. He left me a voicemail, which I did not receive until late in the night, and I have thus not called him back. He says he’ll be in the springs tomorrow (!?). Why in the *fuck* he would call *me*, I have zero idea. Not even a smidgeon. I must call him and schedule time to see him. Somehow. Ahh, Jordan … maybe we’ll get a beer. Hey, I’m free Saturday night … that’s actually a great idea. This work week has been brutal. Not brutal in how much labor has been exacted from my body, but the total opposite. I feel like I’ve been fighting to just keep my head above water – not but surely not making any progress towards land. It is wearisome and maddening. I think I’ll make some goals and attempt to accomplish them next week. I think it’s the lack of accomplishment that’s getting me down. The same lack of accomplishment persists at the store. Maybe it’s the weather. It’s been a week of getting by, which is very bad for my fledgling baby. We’re having a big lockin 12/20 – [L=http://cos.everlan.com]http://cos.everlan.com[/L] I spoke to Matt Byrne after he apparently freaked out Emily. He seems much less crazed. In school, has a job, yada yada. However, he went nuts on me and told me “shut the hell up” and I told him to grow up and the conversation ended. Only mildly related, Emily unblocked me, saying that she no longer has the energy to continue her bitterness. My response: “WTF? Why with the bitterness?” I’m a pretty nice guy and I (selectively?) recall only being peaches and cream to her since we met forever ago. hmm … Janelle came home from Italy 2.5 days ago and is apparently still unpacking. Must schedule time for seeing her as well. Entirely unrelated, there is news brewing at home. More about that as it develops. Also, Yay for having frozen pipes! I was talking to Sammi tonight (have to put in something about Sammi in ever post, it seems), and mentioned Jordan and the perplexing “call randal” scenario and we have this little banter: >>> [b]rand0m:[/b] now why in the hell he’d call me I have no idea. <<< [b]Sammi:[/b] because you are the colorado springs constant >>> [b]rand0m:[/b] that is sad. >>> [b]rand0m:[/b] >>> [b]rand0m:[/b] nice, sure. >>> [b]rand0m:[/b] but sad. oy. <<< [b]Sammi:[/b] it's nice for the rest of us. coming home and feel out of touch with everyone in colorado springs? get in touch with randal. he'll know what's up. sorry if it makes you feel... i don't know? what's sad about it? >>> [b]rand0m:[/b] makes me feel like the small town guy who never goes anywhere with life. which is … well, depressing for one, but it’s totally the opposite of what I [i]want[/i] to be. *Shudders* ——————– Decided to look at some numbers and found these interesting stats. Since 1/1/2003 12:47:24 AM (Thinking I cleared the logs?): 310,783 hits to http://rand0m.org/images/bimmer 148,974 hits to normal rand0m.org pages. In those 345 days, that averages out to: Just think, every 3 minutes, 24/7, someone reads rand0m.org. But Softcore Porn generates more than twice that. Super.
So Thanksgiving was on Thursday. As was Keen’s birthday. Before we actually got to Thursday, though, we went out to Tony’s on Wednesday night and enjoyed some brews. We met this nice woman named June (?), who although not 21-23, was smart and hot. That was cool. So we got a little buzzed, went home, and passed out until Thursday, noonish. That was so nice. You have no idea. Went to my parents place and got to enjoy a lot of turkey, a lot of casserole, and a lot of pie. Mmm, home cooked food. I hadn’t had any in so long that I nearly forgot what it tastes like. My sister and my bother fight like cats, seeing who can claw the most fur off in the least amount of words. It’s humorous, but gets old really quickly. It didn’t seem like the food-spread was as big as usual, though. All in all, it was a rather enjoyable day – lots of time talking … which I’ll write about in a bit. We threw a lockin on Friday night. And Saturday night. I was off Friday night so I could attend James’ party, which did not happen. I’m still really fucking pissed about that, you bitch. I took time off and inflicted vast amounts of stress onto myself to make sure that I could go, and 3 hours before it’s supposed to happen, I find out that it’s off until next Friday – precisely when I can’t come. I’m mad. Still. Argh. Anyway, the Lockin on Friday night went pretty well. I slept. Then I got to work around 9:30am on Saturday. And didn’t leave until ~9:45am on Sunday. It was long. Too long. Although the lockins went really well, I am unsure if I’ll be doing the whole 24-hour shift thing ever again; I can still feel the exhaustion now, even after getting sleep (never enough). I got an IM from Janelle tonight saying that she’d be home in a week. I don’t know what to say about that, but it was nice that she thought of me. I thought Tore was here for Thanksgiving, but I didn’t see nor hear anything from him. Either he didn’t come, or he has other priorities. No biggie. On that same vein, issues persist with Steve. He is still mega pissed. He came by to pick up his Call of Duty CD and I got the total cold shoulder. I had figured that this would have blown over by now, but apparently it has not. There isn’t shit I can do, either, because it’s his grudge. That sucks. It freaked me out the other day. I was at the store, talking with Keen about Japanese culture, and I very much regurgitated the things my mother said on Thanksgiving. I wanted to rip my tongue out with a pair of meat tongs to cleanse myself of such an attrocity. And to think that I’d kinda locked away that 18-year-long chunk of my life. It seems like I’m losing people. Like people are slowly drifting out of my life and I’m not stopping it from happening. And by not stopping it, I’m helping it. I feel that way about nearly everyone, except for the few people that I associate with on a daily basis. It’s very, very frightening. Cowboy up and chalk it up to life, or hang on for dear life and don’t let people slide? Toughy. [b]Update[/b] – Just because I have them laying around, here is Playboy’s December 2003 Women of Wal-Mart spread (not work safe) : [L=http://rand0m.org/images/walmart]http://rand0m.org/images/walmart[/L]