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Name: Adam
Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 8/9/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: music. and pushing people down (my favorites!), curing diseases. getting people to send me things in the mail. being as famous as possible.
Expertise: music, gold teeth, gold chains, 80's hair, being nervous, getting crushes, pushing people down, harassing teachers
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
4/29/2003
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| I remember the first time I heard "Breezer" by Sasha and Junkie XL and
it made me so very happy. It still does. I taught myself to
play it straight away and forgot about it until tonight, after Evelyn
reminded me of another wonderfully happy Sasha tune, Scorchio. I
want to get married to this tune.
Tim backed into my car and I feel really bad for him. I hope he
dosen't hate me. If you read this, please don't hate me. I
wish I could do something/anything to make he and Jessica feel better
about the whole situation but yet again I'm powerless. Feel
better chums.
I am getting/packing a lot of music for my trip. I bought a book
called "Gonzo Marketing". While I was at Hastings, Chris saw me
getting the book and was like if you get that, let me read it when
you're done. Excellent. I also got "Monster", though I
haven't seen it.
Family vacation is such an odd thing. I have this constant battle
with myself, usually weekly, over whether or not I enjoy spending time
with my family. It is very difficult to get along with my father
and little brother. My mom is fine, except around them. And
it's not her fault, we both cave. I turn into an ass (especially
to my brother, but geez, it's hard not to) or just clam up around my
dad. Vacation usually starts off with a bit of antagonising
conversation early in the morning before we leave. Usually
something like a hair dryer can't be found or we don't have enough
toothpaste, and well, god damnit, we shoulda thought of that
yesterday. This creates this incredible tension and someone gets
all blah blah whiney about how maybe we shouldn't go. (Actually,
this started weeks ago, I forget why). Then we get in the car,
everything is okay, until someone (usually me) has to go to the
bathroom. This of course sucks, because god damnit, we need to
get there! This is vacation, not pee willingly time, hold that
shit inside you Adam! Then after lunch (which is horribly
expensive, even if we eat at Wendy's, which I guarantee we will) we
eventually set into smooth driving, likely I fall asleep.
Eventually we arrive at our destination. This is great, cause
we're hungry. But god damnit, we gotta unpack! So we unpack
a bit. Then we start the, whats for dinner? "discussion"
??? Yes. "I don't care" / "anything's fine" /
"i don't want chinese" / "i'll eat whatever".
This goes on for about half an hour. Then we narrow it down to
maybe 5 choices. These are deliberated for a while, till it's
down to a couple. At this point, I invite my sneaky self into the
mix. Flip a coin!
The point of flipping a coin is not to let the coin decide at random
where we will go, but to find out the deep dark secrets of my fathers
brain. Once the coin is flipped, if it where he wants to eat,
he'll say "Let's Go". If it has not landed on where he wants to
eat, he'll say, let's discuss it more. This is very, very
similar to the Groundhog situation, deciding if we'll have more
winter. Nature knows its place and the damn groundhog isn't doing
anything but putting on a show. Flipping a coin.
So we eat, come home, and everyone takes forever to get clean, and then
me and my brother fight over where we are sleeping. My brother is
about as easy to sleep in the same bed with as it is to win a modern
war with a bow and arrow. Depending on how tired I am, I can
fight him over it, and get the bed over the air mattress. Really,
I don't care. If I'm not too tired and know I'm going to be
laying in bed for a while, I make a fuss about it, and usually we do
the coin flip thing. My brother then tries to cheat, and we
decide that since he cheated, I get the bed.
Serious, this stuff has happened every year for at least the past five years. Probably longer.
I'll write more later, especially when I get home!
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Total: 28.98
Please Invoice
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| It's fun to write about your weekend, so here goes.
We swam every night. It rocked so hard it's not even funny.
Swimming is the greatest thing ever. Also, I can sleep right
after swimming, which makes moving somewhere I can swim every night a
totally worthwhile prospect. Last night though, I did stub my
foot on some rocks and it hurts and is really bruised. Poor me.
Thursday night we basically just relaxed, went shopping, and hung
out. It was fun. Friday, we tried to go watch Saved! but it
turns out that no theater in Houston seems to have it.
Dissapointment. Ironically though, we went to the library to look
this up, and picked up a copy of Houston Press. Inside, I found
that Ratatat was playing that night with The Killers. We went to
see Ratatat after making some odd rice and soup stuff. We
had all these expensive beers but weren't drinking heavily or rapidly
or anything. We went and stood in line behind all these people,
including this super cute short haired Annine-look-a-like girl (who we
ended up talking to last night).
Ratatat was simply one of the happiest shows I've watched. One of
my favorite artists, E*Vax is half of Ratatat. He's a bitchin
guitar player, which was totally unexpected. They had a drum
machine with some really heavy beats playing and some recorded melodies
and totally jammed the hell out over it. We sat around afterwards
because I really wanted to gush to E*Vax about how happy his music has
made over the past year or two, so we sat around for a while and
listened to this horrible band who we thought were The Killers, but it
turns out they were someone else. We left before The Killers came
on though. Oh well.
Saturday we went to the Machu Pichu exhibit at the Houston Museum of
Natural Science. That stuff just gets me all loopy, insane
style. I have trouble dealing with old stuff, it just makes me
feel so insignificant and forced me to deal with the brevity of
life. It really is amazing the idea of trying to comprehend past
socieities through the lens of modern technology. It makes me
wonder how future socieities might view our current world system,
especially if it fails completely.
They gave away free Amy's Ice Cream outside and we got really hooked on it. Damn free stuff to hell.
So we ate ice cream and went home, I cooked a little pasta and we went on our way to see Braid! Braid ! Braid ! Braid!!!!!
We saw four bands, Panic In Detroit (good, super cute bass
player). Moneen (very good, super entertaining lead singer),
Recover (decent, blam blam hardcore stuff, got the crowd pumped), and
Braid Braid Braid!!!
They were great, really. I'm not sure why I have trouble
listening to stuff like that at home. Live it is fantastic
though, their songs have such great musicality and the vocals are spot
on, just really ethereal and heart-warming. The crowd was very
into it, the way the crowd for Hella was, just 10 times as large.
I had a glued smile inside for most of the night.
We met neat girls and took them home with us. They were fun, one
had a cane and the other was severely underaged, unbeknownst to
us. We got crunk and drove around screaming Rilo Kiley and The
Beatles, said goodnight, and Ev and I went to see Sandra Collins.
She was almost done when we got there so we mostly just talked to her
and hung out. I invited her swimming, she politely refused.
We also met her neat friend Lysa, who it turns out is a severely
talented musician.
We left, and drove around and I peed on someones front porch, sort of.
We went home, went swimming, and crashed. I don't remember falling asleep, which is pretty nice.
It was so much fun and I am glad it happened. Blah blah blah.
The best part of it all though was Evelyns joke.
At the Ratatat show we were sitting in front of this Pac-Man machine
and this guy came up and asked us if he could play, and we were like
sure. So we moved and Evelyn says:
"So honey, what did you do last night?"
"FUCK!!!! I spent all my money on Pac-Man again!"
best joke ever.
goodnight.
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| Tommorow I go with Elevyn to Houston. We are staying at
herandhermom's town house thing. It is comfortable there.
This trip is for the most part, quite random... with the dates being
shifted around like crazy. Thought it was going to be last
weekend, but it moved forward, then an extra day, etc etc etc. It
should be very nice, relaxing, and fast paced. Maybe. Maybe
watch some movies. Maybe get some coffee. Maybe sleep on
tha floor. Maybe let Evelyn build a wall out of me.
I've seen the light, and it's neon golden. God, I love
street-lights. and building lights. all of those
lights. (fridge - cut up piano and xylophone, simply
breathtaking). Last night, I lounged outside Chris's apartment
watching the street-lights and the cars go by. Something about
this sequence is very comforting. Light, to me, is simple the
best possible explanation for existence. If everything was dark,
if chemicals didn't exist to produce different colors and forms of
light, well... there may be nothing, and if there was anything, we
couldn't see it. Or feel it, or anything. I am talking
nonsense, I need real, actual, sleep. I am going to build a
playlist and sleep.
It's 1 a.m. my stomache is stil ache pain stop plz
I watched 50 First Dates again. Drew Berrymore (spelling?)
reminds me much of past aquantinces... in her physical looks
(megan-ish) and expression (laura dead on). This is
impressive. And weird. And scary. Anyways, what I
find important about this movie is that it captures a very up and down
progressive ride to itself. There will be a moment of intense
romantic chatter followed with a quick snide joke and back to the
romance, so you aren't sappy eyed like a little bitch the entire time,
but are comforted with all the sweetness. It's like a really good
cake.
Also, if any of you remember the cake mix story from the lab... I was
told today that the cake mix stuff we got was NOT actually chicken poo,
but was actually just some sort of soy compound etc etc etc. So,
it would have been better to have eaten it, but stilll not a good
idea. Glad I didn't eat it.
I joined the mailing list for this Houston Freecycle thing (there's not
one in Nacogdoches, but is in Lufkin). Freecycle is this internet
mailing list/message board thing where people can give away their stuff
instead of just throwing it away. They make an (OFFER) and
someone sends them a msg and then they post a (TAKEN) and done is
done. What is really neat is that people can post (WANTED)'s
also. People are really humble in their requests, and very
sensible and decent about it. Asking for things like a car
seat... or diaper coupons, things like that. Lots of people using
a system to help each other out. A grassroots system without
fighting, emotion, and everyone basically wins. Why can't more
stuff function this way?
My favorite one of the evening:
Hi I am looking for anything elmo, my son can not get enough of him
on TV... books, movies games ot toys, sesame street in genral, but
especially elmo. Thanks in advance.
Lady, I can't get enough of Elmo either. Change my tag-line to "So Elmo".
Though, honestly... I do feel sorry for whoever got the box of 46 Harlequin romance novels...
Evelyn, let's rock some Broken Social Scene out this trip.
Goodnight, See you soon.
"But don't get your hopes up, don't aim too high... they may say they love you, but most of them lie... so don't even try"
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| Here is a conversation going on between me and my stomache right now:
8:12 a.m. - I wake up
8:12 a.m. - My stomache "hey, dude, gurgle gurgle gurgle, painnnn!!!!"
8:14 a.m. - I'm asleep in the bath-tub, can't hurt me now stomache
8:38 a.m. (approx) - I wake up in the bath-tub, stomache is like "wobble wobble, i still hate youuuuuuuuu"
9:05 a.m. - My stomache - "Wanna try some food, maybe that'll help?"
9:16 a.m. - My stomache - "Didn't help, did it sucker? I win again!"
9:17 a.m. - I punch myself in the stomache, dosen't help either
9:18 a.m. - My stomache - "You know what this going to take right?
Time, and only time. Go to work. It is comfortable
there. You'll feel shitty for an hour or two, then just
hungry. You'll eat, then the pain will be back, but lessened, and
will eventually fade and be replaced by a headache. Do it!"
9:18 a.m. - I'm gonna fill you with cotton candy for the rest of eternity
Have a good day all. Cept my stomache.
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