For thef ist time in my life I felt like thwoirng up while drunk. I thew up and I feel so muh geteter, that I can’ explaini t. Went out with jmeas to 15c and met up with christen (sp(?0 BENTS and her frind Nam. Nam manages BRAcKGROUSNZ a local bar. We got reallly trashed. Nam had sad that whe’d pay for or taxi ride home i fwe came othis bar (which hae managaes) so we did. I deided I could beat him at pool wihl drunk. I shot the 8-ball into thwe wrong hole. so i had t pay for the cab. came home, chagned ou the laudnry and said “I feel like pukinG!!” 2 seconds later I’m bowing tot he poercelain goad. And it was good. Fist time I’eve ever pueked fro drnking too much.. James and I hda a haelll of a time. it’s 4:38am, so I’m going to ged. YAY FOR durNK! A LOT
Monthly Archives: February 2005
Late night update, with nothing.
Eh, it’s 4:25am and I can’t sleep. Up in knots for no reason. Well, yea, reasons, but not reasons important enough to keep me awake. Apparently they are. OK. So Keen is moved out, and I am less than super pleased. I miss him already. I spoke to him on the phone for a good 15 minutes today and it felt really odd. We talked about all the latest goings-on, but it wasn’t the same. Over the phone is just not as good. :-/ The roommate hunt is going similarly well. I’d like to give a shoutout to Sandy S. on the 11th floor. Even though she’s old and not even a really good friend, she’s always there to provide wisdom and insight into girls. And she’s fun. 🙂 I spent a lot of this past week prepping an email/webhosting/managed-colo one-stop-shop for a customer. Then, as I was transfering that setup from the staging server to the live server, the staging server’s HD failed. I’ve spent quite a bit of time this weekend trying to rebuild the live server from scratch, and I hope it works. Good Fucking Game. Since I was doing tons of HD transfers and installs today, I ran some HD benchmarks between a couple servers I had handy. Benchmarks are not suprising — Serial ATA destroys everything else. CPU/bus + Spindle speed + cache = killer fast. [L=http://rand0m.org/hdstats.html]Check them out here[/L]. Good Will Hunting is an incredible movie, but it really makes you question what the hell you’re doing with yourself. Sometimes it’s a real downer, and other times it gives you a big kick in the ass. Super exciting Saturday night, no?
For Fuck’s Sake and a ton of little snippets
SO it’s been a while since I updated. Lots of things have happened, but only a few that are noteworthy. I have to head off to a meeting here soon, so these will be brief. I hate the fact that I am OK with doing mostly nothing. Sure, when things need to get done I do them, but I waste a LOT of time doing nothing. It’s sickening, and I hate it. What to do about it, though? Fuck, I don’t know. I have no Valentine. That sucks. I thought about asking some cute girls I know if they’d be my valentine, but whenever I got close to asking my nuts shriveled up and my courage plummeted into a black pit, never to surface again. That made it worse. How to go about re-earning my man card? Fuck, I don’t know. I am done with my taxes. Thanks to me making a lot more money at the end of 2k4, I paid a LOT more in Fed/State income tax, but didn’t break tax brackets. That makes for a huge refund. GG. Keen is moving out on Friday/Saturday. I feel paralyzed. I don’t know what I’m going to do about all this. Find another roomy? Buy a house? Fuck, I don’t know. Apparently “For Fucks Sake” aka “FFS” is just as popular as wtf, omfg, mofo, stfu and gtfo. I didn’t know this until recently — thanks gang! I shaved off my goatee this morning. I have a fat head. I do not like it. Two nights ago I dreamt about Janelle all night. I couldn’t help it. I woke up in a cold sweat, thought about it and immediately felt ill. Not because of her, but because I cracked. It’s this huge, impenetrable wall that surrounds that section of my life, and it somehow came thundering down for no reason, and I can’t believe it. What happened? Fuck, I don’t know. I went out with Sammi a while ago. I had a great time, minus the horrible restaurant (wine in a lowball? wtf!?). I felt fake, though, and I think she knew it. Which I think is worse than having a horrible time. At least she’s good at forgiving me though – she’s had more than ample opportunities to practice. 😉 I went out with James and his friends — and dragged Emily along — on Saturday night to Joe’s Bar, a karoake place here in town. Despite the total dive-ish nature of the place, I had a great time. No pressure to perform for anyone, even while playing pool. Unbelievably relaxing. I wish every day were like that. Unfortunately, I can’t be a smelly, brutish common man while trying to maintain a powerjob and still woo the classy ladies. Catch-22. FFS. That’s all. Maybe I’ll ask our client to be my valentine today. Or I could just end up on the couch alone. *sigh* (cue the emo)