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birthday cake reeeemix
looks like the week after my birthday is gonna be better than the week leading up to it: monday - went out with camille, renee, and sheena. came back home and drank...drinking is my idea of a good time sometimes. am i slowly slipping back into my freshman/sophomore year of college days (when i was at the height of my drunkness)? maaaaaybe. yesterday - went to happy hour with salima and marcos at mccormick and schmicks (aka mccorndick and shits). i'm always down for free buffalo wings and booze. yeeeeeeeeeeeeees. salima and marcos are so otc tho it's insane. people think i have verbal diarhea...they ain't seen nothin' til they've spent some time with those two. today - sushi with CAITLIN!!!!! haven't seen her ass in five years!!!! i'm mad excited!!! my exclamation point usage is bananas!!!! srsly tho...this should be fun. thursday - haircut!!!! that wasn't worth all those exclamation points. friday - something with meesh and jessie? haven't seen meesh since like...january maybe (could be wrong...) and definitely haven't seen the rocket propelled midget in over a year...i'm thinking we'll probably wind up going to yuan fu again, where i will still attempt to convince them to take the vegetables out of the vegetable fried rice. saturday - heading up to new york for labor day weekend. yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees...still weird to go up there without maryann being around these days. jessica is supposed to be coming down friday or something with a van, so i'm catching a ride with her. sweeeeeet. get to save my greyhound ticket for a special occasion. at night i'm supposed to be chillin' with liz and a bunch of other peeps. drinking will definitely be involved as far as i know. hoooooraaaaay! sunday - more drinkin'? i think yes! monday - heading home at some point and trying to avoid the labor day parade like the plague. although that might be hard considering liz lives on eastern parkway (the street the parade goes down). we'll seeeeee. FINALLY!!! THINGS TO KEEP ME BUSY!!!!!
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I should have a twitter. Or rather, I should care.
Eccentric insomniac seeks guy who can't sleep nights. I may not be cute, but I'm interesting. |
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a quarter century old part ii
camille is the best damn roomate in the whole wide world period. i hadn't planned on doing jack shit for my 25th bday since i expected my party to be off the hook and all i'd need to celebrate (which it wasn't), but camille had other ideas. she decided she'd take me out to dinner wherever and we'd go go-kart racing afterwards out in crofton. awwwwwww what a sweetheart not letting me fester inside the house on my special day. meanwhile, at work, i was mad depressed cuz shit just didn't seem special at all. it was blah for a minute. then my dad showed up with half a red velvet cake cherie made. now i know i probably sound like a ungrateful fucker but i really wanted a chocolate cake damnit. oh weeeell...the shit was still good, just not that i had been expecting for a couple of days when he first told me he was gonna have a cake for me. i put it in the kitchen for my co-workers to partake in and that's when they started giving me happy birthday love. finally! i think they'd all forgotten (sans anovia) but they must have put two and two together when i sent out the email about there being cake in the kitchen. gwen showed up and they all sang me a happy birthday song and put candles in the cake. awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. it finally felt like a real birthday. after work as promised i went out with camille, sheena, and renee to < href="http://www.duclaw.com/">duclaw brewing co.</a> for some dinner and booze. food was aiight...i'd never been there before so i didn't know what to expect. but the chipotle mayonaise my sandwich came with was the boooooooooooooomb. i made a vow that now that i'm 25 i'll be way more open to new and different things and that includes putting random sauces in my mouth. i was the only one who got a drink tho so boooooo...i thought at least camille would back me up in that dept. but oh well! sometimes i don't mind being the only alcoholic. the go-kart place was closed after we got through eating but that was cool with me. i was just glad to spend some quality time with a couple of my homies. back at home we watched a bit of stomp the yard until sheena got the sinking feeling that a tow truck was on the prowl trying to jack her car...sure enough, when we went outside, there was the tow truck trying to jack her car! it hadn't pulled off yet but apparently just for being attached to the tow truck and having to be put back down on the ground you still have to pay $50 damn dollars. wtf mate? that shit took 2 seconds to do...it actually took longer to pay the fee than to do the deed. wow. towing is the business you want to be in if you want to make serious dough while screwing people at the same time (prostitution also would be good for such purposes as well). poor sheena...i'mma have to figure out how to help her out of that jam somehow. it is partially my fault after all for having her up in there so long... i took renee home and thought that was going to be that for my bday. but instead camille and i started drinkin some of the leftover booze i had from the party (and there was a lot). hooooray for boozin and chillin! she can make a mean fake me out long island iced tea. and that, my friends, is how i spent my bday...my little experiences were quite memorable in their own ways, but overall it fell short of all my other post 20 birthdays (21 at red lobster, 22 at phillips, 23 at dave and busters, 24 at maggianos).
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Car wars.
Talked to the dealership today, they should be getting a couple Yarii within the next couple weeks. Checking financing avenues now. |
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The rundown.
Did some research, here's what I found. Even if I were to go through Toyota themselves and get their rape-me-in-the-tuckus-est rate for financing, without trade-in or even money down, I can afford payments on a Yaris with power everything and automagic transmission pretty easily and still afford to do things like put gas in the thing and, uh, eat. It'd do wonders for my insurance costs, which helps a lot. Chances are I'm going to try and explore one or two other money avenues, including my bank. I can't believe I might actually pull this off. Adult stuff, me? Never. |
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DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT -DAMMIT!- Today's worse for separate reasons. I think my Grandpa's about to lose both his feet to diabetic gangrene. My Uncle Mike may have had a stroke. I don't even know for sure. The savings bonds I was going to cash out to pay my tuition haven't even achieved face value yet. So scratch that idea. Loans till I die, here they come. My car's full, I can't really bring it out anywhere. And I really, really, really need out of here. I've got a muscle tic happening in my -abs- for chrissake. I don't know why this is all happening now. But really, I'd rather not see how much worse it could get. I think I'll be saying goodbye to a lot of people... some of them for a lot longer than I'd like. |
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Fat down, weight up.
That's the way we like to- er, brief fitness program jotting coming up. Weight's up from the past couple of weeks, but my body fat percentage is down. Moobs have definitely decreased and I could be crazy but I may finally be putting a dent in the love handles. Haven't measured this week 'cause I've been lazy, might do so after bar work tonight. Pigging out at Minado's did less damage than I expected, but then again, I kept things to two plates, a little desert, and I think only 3.5 beers all night, which is much better than my usual. Other signs of progress: I threw a little extra weight on my dumbbells this week and it still felt like nothing, so I'm probably going to keep that amount for my 40 and 45 rep days and crank things up some more come next Monday. Barbell cake, too, though I only use it for one thing on my A days (combination bent rows/back extensions; basically you lift the bar to your chest from arms' length while bent over at the hips, straighten up, then return), so I'll bump that up a notch. I think I'm going to stop ordering food at the bar and just get by on my usual light noshings and an afterworker to trim calories a bit more, since I already figured out a good plan for eating at regular job, so I can speed up the fat drop and get back to actually making progress towards the 22 BMI goal. Getting kind of tired of pushing that back on my WiiFit calendar, since I've been stuck at the same place due to muscle gain for the past few weeks. Pretty sure I'm running around 1400-1500 on a regular day (1700-1800 on lifting days) and I'd like to get that back down to 1200 (1600) for a bit, or at least make 1400 my high end for regulars. |
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Car jamming 2 - If you ain't got no money...
Part of the problem with this whole idea is that I don't really have access to much of a down payment, and if they actually took the piece I'm driving now as a trade-in, I'd get almost nothing for it and probably wonder what the hell is wrong with them, as there are several things wrong with it and it's not exactly likely to be in inspection by the time I get rid of it. So, some questions about financing. If I go in and tell them I can't make a down payment, will they just look at me like I have two heads and tell me to GTFO? If I can muster a down-payment of around $300, which is also what I figure I can afford for monthly payments, will they still laugh me out of the office? I know more down is better, but I have means I kind of need to operate within here. Any idea as to what a bare minimum down payment would help; worst comes to worst, I can probably take a loan out with my grandmother, since she said she'd help me with school if necessary and this is probably a lot cheaper. Also, what kind of terrible interest rate can I expect with such a paltry sum and the fact that my credit history pretty much does not exist? |
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a quarter century old
happy birthday to me happy birthday to me happy birthday dear ron happy birthday to me and yet, it doesn't feel as special as it's supposed to be.
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Car jamming.
If by some miracle I actually go through with getting a new (or recent used) car anytime soon, here's the stuff I've been looking at. Right now, things are mostly based on aesthetic appeal, mileage, and the fact I like small cars. Two doors good. VW Rabbit - I always kind of dug the old school Rabbits, and I saw one on the road today and kind of liked the silhouette. That and it's relatively cheap. Any input, recommends, or horror stories are appreciated. Please keep in mind the above designations as to what I'm looking for, and even though I'm aiming for a payment plan, I'm looking to spend NOT a lot of money. |
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it was supposed to be a celebration, bitches
 what was supposed to be the most amazing part EVAR (in my mind anyway...) turned out to be sucky on a whole ton of levels. first, a whole rack of people that i thought would come no-showed. no dason, hamidat, carlisle delece, caitlin, amsley, or chloe (those two are consistently flakey when it comes to my birthday celebrations so i really shouldn't have been surprised about that) and, shockingly enough, my own roomate camille. to be fair though she wound up having to spend time with her cousin, who's heading back to jersey tomorrow. second, the people who did show 1) came extremely late (shit was supposed to go down at 10, but the first person to show up didn't come til 11ish) and 2) a lot of them were being extremely stank and/or cliquish. nickey showed up with her boo and some other chick and they immediately went over to the corner to talk amongst themselves and play gamecube. anovia and her friend courtney showed up, went to some other party first, then came to mine and did exactly the same thing pretty much. actually they were texting the whole time they were there. not exactly how i envisioned my party going. thirdly, mike was trippin' hardcore the whooooooooooole day long. first he didn't want to come cuz drea was gonna be there. then he decided he's stay after we cooked all the food. then, we drea showed up they didn't speak to each other or anything, but he was seething like a motherfucker on the inside. finally he couldn't take it anymore and decide he wanted to bounce. that was cool with me, but when we got to my car he went off like you wouldn't believe. i was soooo fucking shocked. it was sooooo weird. there was lots of free booze...lots of free food...nobody starting biting until tashawn showed up. and then the party got more live...but by that point a few people had already bounced. jessica helped out in the drinking department too as i knew she would because that woman is as hardcore as they come. so shit started poppin' off a little later on in the party but it might have been too little too late at that point for some people...anovia, courtney, and angela (stank ussa chick i'm not too fond of...) left to go to college park diner, and carmen and lee (her boo, who is fun and awesome) left not too too long after that. so yeah, once all the non-regular folk bounced (minus jessica) it was the most fun party ever. renee, brandon, tashawn, jessica, drea, tarell's friend garry and i drank, ate, talked shit, joked around...it was how the rest of the party should have went, but oh well. everybody wound up leaving at damn near 4 o'clock so fun was definitely had into the wee hours of the morn...now it's time for the post party clean up. woooohoooo (sarcasm like a motherfucker)!!!! all in all, my golden birthday was mixed but at least i had fun in the end and that's ultimately what matters to me i suppose. i wish everyone else who showed up could have actually tried to enjoy themselves but whatever...i learned a lot of lessons and if i ever have a party again it'll officially be off the hook fo' sho. ( +4 )
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I just saw an article about two men in the state who are 60-year old identical twins who live together (and still look exactly alike, even though I've seen other ITs whose resemblance wore thin with aging). To top it off, they are constantly at war with their neighborhood over their yard, which is filled to the max with a hundred assorted statues of things like mermaids, dragons, canons, etc. My first thought was: wow, that is so David Lynch. But it doesn't stop there. Apparently, their mother "went missing" some time ago, while they continued collecting her Social Security and Medicare drugs, and an ex-girlfriend claimed the mom had actually died because she had been at the mother's secret, in-home funeral. Investigators had to dig up every part of their lawn for evidence of the buried body, which was never discovered. So Twin Peaks, don't you think? When I first watched that show a couple of years ago, I thought it improbable that one town would have so many "characters." Yet, I've since heard of/seen a share of people that could have been something Lynch schemed up. Maybe he was onto something. I've got to say this year will be one of the first times, in many years, that I will be sad to see summer go. As a child, it was my favorite season, not only because it was three months of vacation, but because of its "anything goes" feel. You could stay up late at night, have unstructured days that each blended into the next, or get away with eating snack foods as dinner. I remember it was the only time of year when my grandmother would make homemade waffles with ice cream and the slightest garnish of powdered sugar and strawberries. To this day, I've never had waffles that seem to match those, and I wonder if it's because they actually were superior, or if the feelings attached transformed them to make them remembered as something better. I also loved the feeling of it being warm any time in the night, and keeping bedroom windows open to allow in the reassuring, soporific hum of crickets. In recent years, maybe due to the fact of finishing college and being out of school, summer was no longer a blank canvas of time. It was just a backdrop to full-time work, but one of 90+ degree days. A backdrop that can be enjoyed when you can slow down...but when you can't, it's more uncomfortable than anything else. This year, though, I again began seeing the qualities that defined it for me when I was younger, and I now feel the same melancholic twinge late August always gave me when school-age. I still love and look forward to fall, of course. I appreciate and luxuriate in many things about each season, yet I find myself knowing I will miss summer. But I'm glad I've regained those original feelings for it. Ironically, though, I brighten up over signs of autumn. Yesterday, for example, I was taking one of my ritual meandering walks, and discovered the town supermarket selling chrysanthemums. In their selection was my favorite colors--the deep wine ones, the mauve-ish light purple ones and the sharp yellow varieties. It always feels good to see a voluminous arrangement of those pots. I can't stop thinking about what would be happening right now in the Democratic party if John Edwards had been the nominee. I feel angry that when he announced his candidacy, the Rielle fling had already occurred. Did he think it wouldn't come out? Everything gets dug up. Did he really think having his name on the ballot was worth the ruination that would have inevitably come to the party? Given the particularly heavy issues '08 holds, can you imagine if the results of the election were determined not by worthiness of the candidates' approach to the issues, but by public reaction to Rielle Hunter? If there is one thing this year cannot afford, it's for economic topics to take a backburner to another Lewinsky-style ordeal, with some corners musing about the goofier aspects of the sex (her New Age and astrology practices), and others lecturing about sexual morality--without ever discussing the more pertinent topic of economic ethics. And he should have known that. Well, I'm just thankful that was dodged.
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awake
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