Current Plans

I just got back from work...they lied to me on the phone by adding an extra 1 to my scheduled time and saying 4-11. It was actually 4-1. BAH! Plus I'm working tomorrow 12-9. Hmm...somewhere in there I need to pack. And sleep.

Also humourus is yadda yadda yadda.

Before I say good night, it must be mentioned the the infamous Beck here that it still itches even without the elastic rubbing against it...and that baggy sleeves don't help it either. Good night, I'll probably be on again tomorrow night but after that it's back up to the land of bricks and no dorm entry.

That's right! No dorm entry! Since last year there were so many robberies in the dorms (in which, EVERY time, the theif's method of entry into the student's room was the student didn't lock their door), the doors will always be locked now. There's now no real way to go inside and say hi to a friend without them knowing. Sux0r.

Rochester Update

Residents of Southern Henrietta should plan to evacuate on or before 4PM on Wednesday August 27, as known Stuper Villain Mr. Cab will be arriving in the fair city at that time. Residents are reminded to board up their windows and lock their doors and leave without their children if they must to escape his wrath.

And So Saturday Was Made Cool

First of all, nobody's complaining about that title bar. If not madness it had to have been at least a little maddenning...spell...for everyone, so it stands. And keep in mind I said both not just one

Anyhoo
I had to work at Old Navy on Saturday from 2pm-11...right through the end of Summer game. Booo. This being the case though, I gave Roger my glove, since I thought he could use it (it's a nice glove). He wouldn't take all my stuff, but still, a good glove. I also told him, since it wouldn't matter anyway, that with his last pick he should draft me, since every year the team that drafts me wins.

Everything happens for a reason...

Sarah had people over for Friday night into Saturday. On the way there, my phone rings. After talking to Lauren on it for a bit (I was driving) I'm told Old Navy doesn't need me tomorrow. I suddenly have Saturday free. While I won't be going home fast enough to get my stuff (bat, batting gloves, extra balls), Roger has the key thing I need to play...my glove. And I've been drafted to his team already! (Nobody read Roger's sure to be made point of him saying I only played on his team because people didn't show).

The fielding was a little better this year, though I was quite rusty. After both my errors I just yelled "I wasn't supposed to be here today!" There was a nice dive made in center by someone on GAS, and Kevin made a perfect throw to Roger at the plate in the first. Mangan called balls and Strikes for the whole game, not playing due to recent surgery (Tonsils, he's doin fine and can speak, twas good to see him).

Offence...I reached base 5 times out of 5! So what if once was an error. I'm supposedly the first to reach against someone with a nasty fast ball and a decent slider. He's got a cannon. Roger reached base once...he swung at a pitch that was low and in. I donno why, but he did...though the resulting hit only raised the question of "Will it stay fair?" That was the first run of the game, GO ROGER! GAS did have a run or two walked in, but Roger stopped the bleeding this time, and Townsville finally smote team GAS 9-5. Roger is enjoying probably one of the best days ever for him, and I'm happy about that. w00t!!!

And since I mentioned it...Sarah's gathering involved much drinking and a little movie watching and almost a catastrophie due to tired sillyness. Thanks Sarah for booze. Later everyone!

After the Mall

After talking to Shari on the phone in the mall, and talking to a few others about it, when Shari came to me tonight with a piece of news troubling her, I conveyed my thoughts more clearly. The gist of it is "Since you keep treating me the same as you always have, and a few people including myself feel that we're almost still together except no fun in bed, this has caused much confusion and frustration and I think I need a vacation from you." I actually used that last part, needing a vacation. Not I hate you, not I never want to see you again (though I did say leave me alone in the moment), just vacation. I don't think she's a stuper-batch, or that's she's terribly evil in any way. I just need a lot of time off. She could probably use it too, to figure out what I mean.

In other news...I got new deodorant last week. It sucks! I hate this stuff! It's doing nothing for me, I just put more on and I still smell terrible. Don't get the green gelish speed stick "active fresh" or whatever. Get the tall blue outside but solid white inside "lightning" one...that's what I had before...(realizes his arms are stretched out just before feinting)...night......alskuduhti;l.4yt

The Mall

Old Navy knows I'm leaving and said they'd put in a good word with Rochester =).

I got another converter! Now I can record shit from my comp (without finding software which I know to exist...)

Also seen....D&D Players Guide v 3.5! WHAT!? Version number on the cover? Must kill...classes!

Barbarian and Rogue now have "Trap sense" Okay...

THE MONK SEEMS BETTER. WHAT THE F***!

Pally was weakened in that it takes longer to get some things, but otherwise maybe slightly better...

Spell casters the same...thoguh I didn't check wizard's knowing Scribe scroll.

Skills...no restrictions. Feats...more of em (Investigator?) Haste...worse, though on another level, less overpowered. My only problem is that spell casters get little benefit from it. They should get to cast a spell and make one attack.

That's all for now. Later!

PS: Okay, I lied. Mario Golf takes a Game Boy Advance. Does it take the old Mario Golf for GBC? Does anyone else care? Later

Fuck Sleep

Eight 28 am on Thursday.

Hey, Erica updated something with crypticness on Monday...though I fear I missed a date of May of '02 myself.

I just had the most fucked up dream. There was a series of spades games between me Sarah T Roger and Shari...or maybe it was just the same "clip" of spades played 50 times over, with a running voice over. It was like...winning made you get some, but all of my hands were hands you had to bid one on and I kept saying nil and taking one...like something was ever so slightly off with the flow of things. Not only that but each trick was played somewhere else (on a bench by a lake, in a house, etc.). And now I'm awake.

Funny how 5 words make you want to change your plans for a Friday. "Oh yeah, I invited him." There is currently one long shot reason for me to go I think, but it would so never happen and it's not even worth thinking about.

Watched Wayne's World. Good times.

I am missing something. Maybe it's right in front of me, maybe I should stop torturing myself, maybe I should go see a psychyatrist or something and bitch to a prefessional bitch-ee. Maybe I should go and talk to an uncle about that...I have no desire to talk to my dad about it...never did that, the whole turn to your father thing. Maybe I should also stop thinking about how deep the water under the bridge is...not a healthy or productive line of thought. Healthy thoughts...now there's something I need. Maybe that can make a miniscule amount of sense about that...it'd make more thn I have now. Love it when someone asks everyone about something but all along only one opinion matters.

Shari left her CDs here...maybe I should just drop them off one day with a note saying "It's been fun" and never speak to her again...I just don't work around her. I'm going back to sleep...the same way I fell asleep the first time "tonight."

Manic Monday

When someone's manic doesn't it mean that one minute you're really happy and the next you're severely depressed? Yeah...Monday was close enough to that.

Before I go into this day it should be noted that I spent Sunday evening in the company of Roger Sarah T. and her friend who's name I won't attempt to spell (She - La), and while nothing minor was even done, it was just nice to hang around.

Woke up on monday at Sarah's, drove her to jury duty...okay, I was useful, felt okay.

Took Roger to my house. SportsCenter sucked and didn't have met highlights of Scutaro yoinking second. Anger!

Got a Nunzios pizza. Outstanding as usual.

Watched Trachsal throw 5.2 perfect innings. Pleased.

Watched Trachsal give up a DOUBLE to the OPPOSING PITCHING because ULTIMO PLAYED TOO FUCKING SHALLOW! MOST FUCKING DISPLEASED!!!

Went to Bryant Park. Nuetral, though thirsty...though thouroughly amused with Roger thinking of new lyrics for the All I Really Want Is GIRLS song. Sung by Jose...All I Really Want's Your MOM! I think I worked out something where rather than Cleaner Sing or something bogus like that this would be like...Pulp Cleaners...or Cleaner Fiction...one of those. Yeah, I saw the movie the first time a week or two ago, so it's on my mind, cut me some slack.

Found John Howard and friends! Pleasantly surprised.

Got spot on lawn near them 4 blankets long. Happy. Played spades, happier.

Spades died...unhappy.

Shari called. Told her where we were. Showed up annoyed that I didn't know what she was saying on the phone despite the fact that I did! Angrily gave her money to purchase food she promised earlier she would get me. Quite unhappy.

More people arived. Happy.

Many people arrived, according to some, with their mothers. Happy.

Bridge started without me. I'm left out of the many card games. Shari continues being annoyed at me for no good reason. Upset.

One of a few sitting uncuddled...sigh.

Vermonsters...walk...cry...hmm, how fast would a cab have to be moving to do me in...nah...but...nah...*SNAP* (see Cohen's camera)

Girl sitting in corner also alone and upset and not eating ice cream...guiltily happier that I'm not alone...then feeling worse cause of that...

Somewhere in there I worked up the courage to ask her what was wrong. Gave her a much needed tissue. Happy with self for doing that much, but still .

Tried again. "Just a long day." ::talk talk talk talk:: Less crying, still upset looking, but somewhat visibly less upset. Quenstioningly happier.

Waiting for ferry with just Shari...the words "God help me now" run through my head.

Greller arrves at ferry..."Thanks God."

Shari predictably gets unreasonably angry over simple matter. Laugh...Damn I'm happy Greller's here.

Greller's MP3 player....word.

Shari on train...oh good, she's on the phone.

Walk back..."So last night going to Sarah's me and Roger figured that if I'm ever around a conversation about music I should just say 'Too bad he died' and, a good percentage of the time, I'd be right."...Holy shit a peaceful conversation.

Drive...talk continues...greatly relaxed.

Talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk....

Relax.

Home.

Calm.

...sleep....I'll figure it all out tomorrow...The talk talk talk talk and the other two...yeah, that's right...BUT I WISH PEOPLE WOULD SEND BACK EMAILS OR CALL ABOUT WEDNESDAY!

On a completely unrelated note, it has come to my attention that my behavior over portions of this summer was completely unacceptable and I'd like to appologize for it. It's just gotta get done. So yeah...I'll try and stop doing all that shit (as much anyway =P). Night.

You Learn Something Every Day...

And it's only 2:12am. Today...well, I found out Feminist on live journal was Karen not someone else. I should really ask people these things before making assumptions...sigh...oh well, link added.

Am I missing anyone who wants to be on here? I think Grab twist pull should go down there, but that's abotu all I can think of.

Getting Around The Blackout

Heard on the radio last night...

"Do we have a computer screen running?"

"I think so. It says, 'Windows is running Scan Disk'..."

"So we have one?"

"I guess?"

Also heard to make me feel better: "At least the pizza guy is doing his duty." WOOO pizza guy!

And finally... Can't figure out how to beat the black out? Fox news becomes useful and gathers advice from people who have been without power for months. (Link sent by Mel)

Five Days In New Jersey

I spent 5 days on Long Beach Island of late...here's what happened...kinda.

Stayed with the rest of my family in a quaint little beach house. Nothing fancy, and only one TV, so there were several battles with Lauren over who watched what. Granted, since it was TV, many video games were played. Sadly, mostly Mario and Zelda on Game Cube were played.

Much of th erest of my time was spent amusing my cousins. As Stephen put it, "The only reason I even invite you over is to help me with video games." He's even in the fourth grade so the man is serious! He's slooowly advancing, slowly because I'm mostly telling him where to go and making him play. His general strategy is to always ask me to play, even before he's tried. We're workin on him...

Otherwise, nothing happened. Ian found an apartment in Rochester, and I found out one of my cousins decided to get engaged for a wedding in 2005. Now I'm home and trying to catch up on things...looks like I missed nothing. Oh yeah, nothing.

Nothing is what that show...furry curry?....FLCL?...whatever, is about. Pure insanity. I love it.

After watching that would be Jason tried to go to sleep time. I couldn't sleep down there at all. It just didn't happen for me. I should figure out what's making me lose sleep...always leave it to my head to make up a negatve reason for me about a situation. No I'm not talking to most about this, and yes I'm posting this anyway with disregard to some's feelings that I should only post what I want to post about. I'll be as vague as I please.

As for the black green white thing going on here now...yeah, i'm feelin' black works right now. Oh well. I'm home alone for a week, so people should get their asses in gear and come on over for a day or two! Just gimme a call first so I can prepare a feast of sorts for you. Later!

Something I Never Gave A Title Too And Now It's A Week Later

Sometimes it's funny when people complain about the same thing, eh Roger? I can't think of a best day for this year. There just isn't one. Nothing stands out above the rest of the crap. Maybe time is semi-repeating itself, what with early year fun and August being August...heck, it's even the Wednesday before I go to LBI again! And I saw some of Interview with a Vampire and didn't pay much attention again. And I've hung out with a group of friends where there were lots of good times again. Well, 3 is a magic number...Maybe this all just means I should look out in my 8am class.

And who ever's planning i

::Whistle::...

Thats the sound of something finally boiling. You get one guess.

Other than that it's been a pretty good week! Saw the Wall, Pulp Fiction (Hammer...no, bat...no, Chain saw!...oo...wait...KATANA!), went bowling, played pool, went to museum. All fun stuff, even if my skills in all have greatly deteriorated. MOMA was okay too, full of bad jokes due to my aparently just entering the "I want sex" phase of life everyone else had and completed 2 years ago. Yeah, I'm two years behind up there, don't mind me, I'll catch up eventually...to where you are now...and still be 2 years back.

Erica's house rocked. My only major gripe was everyone leaving the kitchen leaving me alone in the kitchen for about 15 minutes cooking the meatballs, and then coming back in when they were done and I was free to join them. I think everyone liked the food, even with soy sauce added in.

Apparently there was a war started somewhere in here fought for some silly reason nobody remembers. *Shrug*

After that people went to watch a movie...I went to go to sleep. The night gets confusing from there in a manner that I don't quite get, but I'm not complaining about. I did walk downstairs to where ranger and Karen had been for about an hour, rather bluntly asked if I should leave them alone because yes, and upon hearing "no" stuck around (THE HORN!). Thing learned: My shoulder apparently feels like a boob. Otherwise...whatever, I'm tired and I think I have somewhere else I could be going.

Whew...

My mom's back, Erica's back, and I had to change a flat...bah.