so. i'm in tempe arizona right now. in a computer lab at arizona state university.
a pitcher of fat tire later, and i'm having
a good night. here visiting my friend dave. going to a job interview on monday. wish me luck

um. what else. two things: 1) airports have the highest concentration of attractive girls on the planet.
i'm moving into an airport.

2) after living in a national park in the middle of nowhere, a college town located inside a big city is
an overwhelming experience. too many stimuli.

more beer.

"i want to tell you a little story 'cause it makes me warm inside.
it's about some friends growing up, and all the things they tried
i'm not talking about staple shit, they went for something more
i guess it was too much dreaming, too much to hope for

one day something funny happened, but it scared the shit out of me
theyir heads went in different directions, and their friendship ceased to be"


so. i bought some cd's this week (see the post below...). some stuff that i used to have, some stuff that i always wanted. while i was toiling away at work this week, entering endless amounts of data into a database, i decided to forego the speakers attached to the computer, and use my headphones so i wouldn't annoy ed, my office neighbor. [incidentally, it'd have been hard to annoy ed, a former college professor, now the park's gis specialist, who was rocking out to aerosmith or the allman brothers or some similar 70's rock with headphones of his own this week]

so. listening to this stuff brought back some memories. memories of being a punk rocker, living from one show to the next, hanging out with friends, daily trips to the record store to get the newest 7" or lp. driving cross-country to see a band i'd seen hundreds of times, but that never let me down. thinking about all of that, and thinking about how things have changed. about how then, i was appaled at people, friends, anyone drinking or getting high. about how much straight edge was a part of my life - more than a part, it was my life. about how all of my friends (ok, most of my friends) "grew out" of straight edge, about how i too decided that i wanted to drink again. why does this matter? it doesn't. it was just reminiscence. i've never really liked change. progression is good, change for the sake of change however, i didn't like (and still don't).

i thought about how none of my friends talk to each other anymore. after years of putting up with each other, and talking shit behind each others backs, they finally grew up and decided to not be friends. i'm not sure which is worse. i get along with just about anyone. there are very few people i dislike. and it's odd when people who were such good friends just don't talk anymore.

does any of this make sense? nope. it's just the random thoughts that run through my head.

"do you remember when? yeah. well so do i. we call those the salad days.
i call it a lie. whaat a fuckin' lie."

wow. it's been almost 10 days since i last blogged. things have been hectic at work, getting ready for this past weekend, which was a big one. and a 3 day weekend, nonetheless. but.. since i had to work 4 hrs on sunday, i couldn't leave town and make the most of it. but.... 4 hrs of comp time is an ok thing too.

since i haven't been paid in a month (due to the puerto rico/indiana trip) i shouldn't be spending money. so, with that in mind:

cd's i purchased at the pawn shop today (3/$10):

the cardigans - first band on the moon
matthew sweet - blue sky on mars
the mysteries of life - come clean
handsome - s/t
april march - chick habit
matthew sweet - altered beast
tuscadero - my way or the highway
south park - music from and inspired by the movie
jawbreaker - 24 hour revenge therapy
heatmiser - cop and speeder
minor threat - complete discography
into another - s/t

so. another weekend disappears as fast as it came. it's back to work tomorrow. it's weird that as much unlike work my job is, it's still work. i mean, i love my job. i enjoy going. but i'm such a fucking lazy bastard, that i'd rather just sit on the couch and alternately nap and read all day long.

blah. nothing much to say. it turns out not only am i a lazy bastard, but a boring lazy bastard. i did, however, get 24hrs of iron chef videos in the mail this weekend. gotta love that.

it's late. i'm tired. there are no sheets on my bed.
i'm listening to the red house painters. i've not blogged in a few days.

trying to beat this sickness has been a full-time affair. not to mention the fact that i basically rolled around in cactus spines yesterday for work. yeah. great. now i've got hundreds of hair-sized cactus spines lodged all over the front of my body. that doesn't suck. nope. not one bit.

on the upside: i think i'm finally beating the disease i picked up in puerto rico. maybe. *knocking on wood* at least i feel a bit better.

five hours and forty minutes. that's how long the timer in the control strip says i've been sitting here goofing off on the web. nearly six hours. on a saturday night. have i no life? the answer, dissappointingly, no.

records i forgot when i compiled the top five list below

1. Modest Mouse: The Moon and Antarctica
2. Hot Snakes: Automatic Midnight
3. The Fucking Champs: IV
4. Flaming Lips: The Soft Bulletin
5. Sunny Day Real Estate: The Rising Tide

top five records i got in the y2k

(in no particular order...)
1. Radiohead: Kid A
2: Grandaddy: The Sophtware Slump
3. Badly Drawn Boy: The Hour of Bewilderbeast
4: Pedro the Lion: Winnners Never Quit
5: Starlight Mints: The Dreams that Stuff is Made of.

i might be dying. if i'm not, i might try to find someone to kill me.

i haven't been sick - not like this - in probably at least 7-8 years.
it sucks. on top of that, a woman at work today asked me if i was taking "the bad stuff" -- not aware of what "the bad stuff" was, she produced a factsheet from the fda with a list of cold and cough medicines that contain phenylpropanolamime aka: "the bad stuff"

it appears that "the bad stuff" has been shown to be responsible for hemmoragic stroke in (mostly) women, but can effect men too. well, this just sucks, as my favourite cure-all, alka seltzer plus cold medicine is on the list. well. i'm taking some righ tnow, bleeding brain or not.

and i make this cool wheezing sound when i breate in. yeah. that's gotta be good.

note to self: don't use the "post&publish" button. it eats your posts.

top five breakfast places i ate in 2000
1) the seward cafe: mpls, mn
2) my apartment: starkville, ms
3) waffle house/waffle & steak/huddle house/omlete shoppe: various interstates
4) the village deli: bloomington, in
5) the wrangler: custer, sd

huh. just posted (or i thought i did) two big long blogs.

nowhere to be found. lost to cyberspace. story of my life.

a quick recap: after 2 wks in puerto rico, spent a week in indiana. saw friends. hung out. won't see them again until this time next year. wrote big long email to ex about how i'm unsatisfied with her excuse for breaking up with me (in august, mind you) and just want her to tell me the truth (which i've determined, based on evidence gleaned from discussions in puerto rico, that she's not telling). email disappeared into cyberspace (much like last two HUGE blogs) before getting to her. definitely a sign. probably a good thing.

i'm sick. i had the lamest new years eve that i've had in over 10 years. i was asleep by like 10"45 and woke up at 12:10. lame.

i'm sick. it sucks. bronchitis, i think, based on the semi-constant cough, and the headaches that it produces.

i'm doubtful that tis post will work, but we'll try it anyway.