Monthly Archives: August 2008

The cleanup crew has arrived!

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Kate’s party was last night. Mike and I got there when it was basically winding down, but we had a good time. I played a quick “Thunderhorse” on Guitar Hero after Mike couldn’t figure out how to do it. Heh. I paid for it afterward, though; I can’t play that game because of my arms/hands. Good thing I had a Guinness to make me feel better. There was a kid who looked like McLovin’ who was nasty on expert “Thunderhorse”. It was kind of painful to watch him play, because I know my fingers could never bend that way and not make me feel like offing myself.

We watched her play beer pong and Mike filled in for this guy a few times. The guy was wearing an MSI shirt but I’m not sure he knew who they are. (His NY hat matched it, so that’s probably why he bought it in the first place. Sigh.) Mike and I helped Kate clean up when it was over. Her coworkers Brian and Liz were gonna crash there, so we got to sit and talk with them once everyone else left. Turns out Brian is as much of a video game freak as Mike is. They talked about NES games that I’d never even heard of for like an hour while Kate and I chainsmoked and Liz and I watched them like you’d watch a tennis match.

It was a pretty chill party. It kind of reminded me of my garage days. Part of me misses those days but Mike used to freak out when I hung out with those guys, so. Besides, I hear Steve is a “drunk bastard” now, as a mutual acquaintance put it. (I love Firefox’s spell check feature. I forgot how to spell “acquaintance” and of course Firefox had my back.)

At about 3 this morning Kate kicked us out, so we went to Denny’s. It was my first time. I know Mary would be proud. Heh.

I’m supposed to be going to Mike’s for a picnic today but a) I don’t feel like moving yet and b) he hasn’t called me yet. (I’d probably still be sleeping now, too, but my mom woke me up around noon.) I should probably get moving, though. I really don’t want to sit here all day. I guess. :D

Those pictures from Friday night should be coming up soon. I’m just waiting for Sandy to post them on MySpace.

PS: All this partying made me forget the reason I wanted to post in the first place! Heh. I was just looking at the syllabi from my art courses and I now know two things: I’m going to go broke, and I’m probably going to fail (at least the crafts class). I have most of the painting supplies, but the crafts class is going to run me penniless. Did I mention that the requirements are ridiculously hard for a basic level class? Fuuuck.

Nothing says "Happy Birthday" like a little dick

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It’s way too easy to waste time online. I need to do some laundry, get in the shower and get some work done on Letters of Love. I sort of want to go to Target and get some new clothes, but I also said I would help Mike’s mom with something. I don’t know if I can fit it all in. Heh.

This weekend has been interesting so far. I had pizza and ice cream cake with the family last night. Kate brought our Aunt Gayle as a surprise guest, because she was in town house sitting for our Aunt Karen. So that was cool. Aunt G was in rare form last night. She was really funny.

After that Mike, Lauren and I went to Sandy’s for my surprise. She and Tyla threw a little party for me. A picture is worth a thousand words, so I’m going to have to post some as soon as I can get my hands on them. Let’s just say that there were little male “parts” everywhere; even my cake was shaped like a you-know-what. I think Mike may have been a little uncomfortable at first. We had a good time, though. We sat around and talked about horror movies and I posed for terrible pictures that can be used as blackmail if Sandy ever decides she hates me. Heh.

Tonight, when Mike gets out of work, we’re probably going to New Britain for Kate’s promotion party. She got promoted to the manager of the floral department at Big Y. Go Kate!

In the meantime, I guess I’d better go throw some things in the laundry. I need something nice and clean for the party tonight.

Oh, MySpace, land of random friend requests.

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I normally don’t do this, but this was too good not to make fun of.

I hadn’t signed into MySpace in almost a week, so a little while ago I thought it’d probably be a good thing if I did so. I had a friend request, with the following note attached to it:

wow! damn u just look so cute and innocent but idk cause it says ur from waterbury land of the huge players so idk im confused? lol but damn your hot

Where, pray tell, does my profile say “Waterbury, Land of the Players”? Oh, I’m sorry — “Land of the Huge Players”! If this is something assumed — like, all Waterburians are huge players — then why would you tell someone that you are attracted to that they come from the land of players?

I mean, I get that you think I’m “hot” and “innocent” and all that, but why in hell would you write a note like that? How is that in any way convincing? What ever happened to subtlety? What happened to plain and simple, “hi, how are you”? My profile is private, so he has no way of knowing whether or not I’m seeing someone; shouldn’t he not come on that strongly? Maybe he just doesn’t care.

Anyway, I couldn’t help myself. I sent him a message with some advice.

Dear King of Cleveland,
Let me first say I have no interest whatsoever in accepting your friend request or having further relations with you. I do, however, feel a little obligated to point a few things out to you. The first, my friend, is SUBTLETY. I don’t know of any women — myself included — who think it’s attractive when a guy comes on that strong. Aside from that, you have no way of knowing whether I am seeing someone or not — which I am, happily. I doubt you’d appreciate it if some random dude started hitting on YOUR girlfriend.

I’m not sure where you got your misconception of Waterbury being the “Land of the Huge Players.” Sucky people are everywhere. Maybe if you got to know people first you wouldn’t have that problem, and you should probably not judge people just by what you’ve heard or by previous experiences. Not everyone is a “Huge Player”.

I’m sure, with a little more subtlety and some luck, you’ll find the right person someday. I hardly think MySpace is the place. Good luck.

Regards,
NOT a “Huge Player”

As I was writing this, Mike called. It was good to hear him laugh. :D

Today I’m two decades old!

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Well damn, it’s here. The big 2-0. I can’t bask in the glory of being 19 anymore. (The number 19 is a really big part of Stephen King’s Dark Tower series. Yeah, I’m a nerd. Whatever.)

Today has been relatively uneventful. It kind of sucked at first. Dunkin Donuts screwed up my breakfast sandwich. I couldn’t get some code to do what I wanted it to do at work. It got better once I got home. I finished Breaking Dawn. I’m sad that it’s over, but I loved every minute of it. I won’t say anymore, because I don’t want to give anything away, but I’m so glad I caved and read Twilight. So, so, so glad. :D

Later tonight I’m going to Mike’s to watch Burn Notice. Tomorrow night I’m having cake with the family. Other than that, I’m just trying to get used to not being a teenager anymore. As grown up as I’ve always felt, I’ve still just been a teenager. This morning, still half asleep, I thought to myself, “well, I’m 19 today.” Yeah.

I can’t keep myself out of trouble, can I?

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Whenever you do something stupid, you always get caught. Or at least I do.

I got lucky this morning. I pulled into the parking lot at work and it was nearly empty. There is a chain link fence that surrounds the lot. When I pulled into a space, I accidentally bumped the pole. I thought China heard the seemingly loud clang it made. None of the passersby, off-duty fireman or cars stopped at the light even glanced in my direction. (I swear, everything sounds louder in the morning.)

I didn’t get so lucky this afternoon. I pressed the button for the WALK signal and when I got the little lit-up white guy flash in front of me, I started to cross the street. As I came to the halfway point I heard sirens blaring. I could see an ambulance speeding up the street. Fleetingly, I wondered what would happen if the ambulance needed to go through where I was walking. Would they run me down? (Yes, I have an overactive imagination.) A half-second after I thought this, the ambulance paused and waited for me to finish crossing before heading straight through where I just walked. I swear, everyone was staring at me, giving me the stink eye for being in the ambulance’s way. I climbed into my car, hoping that whomever needed the ambulance hadn’t died while the ambulance waited for me to cross the street.

Yeah. Toldja I’m neurotic.