| Rawr |
[Apr. 5th, 2007|08:29 pm] |
The point of money
is that there is not enough
where's my escalade? |
|
|
| The district sleeps alone tonight |
[Apr. 4th, 2007|09:25 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Apartment | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Postal Service | ] |
Sitting back, ate some Chik-fil-a, and drinking a redstripe. Listening to the same two songs on the postal service myspace because i need a fix of hopeless romanticism. I failed at an averaged series of exams today, which means extra work for the next while. I'm depressed as shit up here. After I return from Thailand, it's going to be strait back to Tejas. Back to UT. Back home. I never thought I'd say that, but wanderlust can only drown so much of that longing. I'm a fucking zombie here. No more pictures. I went surfing last weekend, which was good times. I need to sell my motorcycle. I bought another RX-7. My pumas are terrible running shoes. Women who are only interested in navy guys scare the shit out of me. I want to catch dinner from the ocean this weekend, and play a damn good game of paintball. Girlfriend isn't due back in town for a while. My roommate is thoughtless. I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked. To a passing stranger, you do not know how longingly I look upon you.
Greatest Moment in Shakespeare: Titus: Why, there they are both, baked in that pie, Whereof their mother daintily hath fed, Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. 'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp point. [Kills Tamora.
Ha ha! |
|
|
| When a door closes... |
[Nov. 27th, 2006|04:46 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Dorm | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  drained | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Moby - Very | ] |
Thanksgiving plans to drive to Atlanta fell through. I didn't think my project car was going to make the five-hour drive up there. Instead, I went to Bone's apartment and had turkey sandwiches and single-barrel. We worked on our paintball markers (My '99 autococker pump, and his vert phantom for all you curious people) and then went to a game the next day where we played our asses off for the same five-hour interval instead. That night, I went over to Kristina and KC's apartment with Bone to have a late thanksgiving, made some cheesecake, and we all watched a few x-men movies while reading about classic marvel characters like the "MadThinker". I never realised how much influence Great Britain has on marvel... strange.
Saturday night, when everyone crashed expect for myself, my friend Joe calls. I drive downtown to meet up with him around 12:30, and listen. He's having relationship issues with my other friend, and they hate each other right now. There was a lot of nodding and cigarettes, and then the bar closed. We stopped by the store to pick up some wine and other classy goods like brie and chocolate, in addition to the bread and bruschetta topping. The Chianti we grabbed was spicy. Spicy wine is not good. As soon the wine touched my stomach, and fused the bruschetta and chocolate and brie and beer from earlier, I felt the pain. I tried at my first chance to ditch all social obligations and sleep it off, but I just woke up a few hours later to sit in front of the toilet and pray that it makes its way out by itself. It didn't. So after I persuaded by body to ditch this awful fluid, I went back to sleep and have been sick/hardly eating ever since. Learn from this: Spicy Chianti and cheap bruschetta do not mix.
On a better note, I recieved some pictures in the mail today from my mum, and they are great. I expect I can use someone's scanner soon to upload some for everyone to see. Also in the mail today came the result for my Mensa aptitude test. It's a wierd sort of pre-test thing that lets a person know if it's worth taking the real one. The results are good. If plans work out, I'll be taking the real one soon. That makes me happy.
Well, it all of a sudden became 4:45 PM, so I need to get a nap in before going back into school. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 20th, 2006|12:30 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Death Cab for Cutie - Your Heart is an Empty Room | ] |
i'm still in love with--
three dates since january
it's time to move on |
|
|
| Oh hum. |
[Nov. 19th, 2006|11:39 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Dorm | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Postal Service - Clark Gable | ] |
I looked up companionship on eBay today. I found mostly books, an album, and more books. I stumbled on a piece of jewelry being sold by "The Coven of Four Magick Shop". If you have some spare time, you should really check this out. Not only are there people out there that would defer their belief in God with what I'm going to call pishposh. Yeah, I'm an ignorant ass, or I'm just tired and this is my journal. So what's with eBay not selling everything, and people playing on other's ... viewpoints.
Why am I looking up such nonsensical things in an auction house? I had an emotional rollercoaster this weekend, and figured I could find something hilarous by looking up non-physical things (Which I did). Falling for a friend, and not able to ever be with them, is one of those wrenches life seems to throw in an otherwise perfectly flowing consciousness. I wish my consciousness was perfectly flowing. That'd be great, huh?
Okay, have to wake up for work soon. Bye bye. |
|
|
| Nikon F2 |
[Nov. 6th, 2006|01:12 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Dorm | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Paul Oakenfold - No Compromise | ] |
My 35mm:
Black and white and black
the cycle of life flows past
-I take a picture |
|
|
| This weekend. |
[Sep. 17th, 2006|03:12 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | NIN - Happiness In Slavery | ] |
One of those weekends when one gets shit all over, but still has a lot of fun despite. Went out last night, and danced danced danced, then performed some barbaric dancefloor undulations with a cute asian girl. It's too bad I don't know what the hell I'm doing with other people. Popping, liquid, tuts, footwork, all good. Throw someone else in the mix, and I lose everything that was ever smooth, cool, or beatastic.
So, what about the feces, you ask? Let's just say I need to make some new friends. These Oms are most undesirable. If you know what that last sentence is in reference to, then I'll mail you a cookie.
I was feeling like a teenager again at one point, so I decided to download the NIN dicography. 1.36GB of goodness. Now I require massive amounts of GWAR. Must... continuously.... download...
I've got the jacket, the helmet, the safety vest, the boots, the insurance, and the need - but still no bike. It's sitting at my friend's house in Summerville. I will get it by this weekend. Or I will die.
Have to go in to the house of pain to study in about an hour. Nervous, just the same as every other time, about this exam tomorrow. I have to study for above a 3.6, or my overall may not stay above a 3.5, which would insult my intelligence.
I'm going to go play viedo games, read, or something. Need to shake-off this Sunday blah before study. |
|
|
| Today is not the greatest. |
[Sep. 12th, 2006|05:48 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Dorm | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  hot | ] |
| [ | music |
| | John Mayer - No Such Thing | ] |
The piss dizzles on. Awoke with a twinge of anger in my back, shoved through the wieght of the day to get to school, hoping for respite. Thank Poseidon for the lack of homework! That lasted only too short, because a mandatory briefing soured my evening. Let's just say I'll be relieving myself on the building again. Soon. After a nap. |
|
|
| Once |
[Sep. 11th, 2006|10:33 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Dorm | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Portishead - Roads | ] |
I killed a man once
A man who looked like me, but
instead was my past. |
|
|
| Ok dudes, here's some core: |
[Sep. 11th, 2006|03:55 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Dorm | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  angry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Misfits - Fiend Without a Face | ] |
Alright, I don't usually use LJ for this, although I suppose that's what it's used for. I'm about to vent, so you've been warned. Also, to mention, this will be completely unreasonable.
Recently I've met a few girls, hit it off really well, and discovered (One way or another) that their sexual preference is not a preference at all. Sure, it doesn't bother some people. But, for some reason, I was under the assumption that laying with the same sex was a bad thing...? Where is it in the evolution of society where the idea of openess of sexuality (Not to others, but to oneself), comes to merge with the relation of both sexes? Because, honestly, I don't see it. I fail not only to recognize, but tolerate such an sinful act that is loose sexual preference! Yeah, ok, it's none of business, sure. But that doesn't mean I can't be pissed to hell about it!
I fucking give up right now. I'm going to go pretend to live in my own world for a little while, which I'll call "The 50's". |
|
|
| Today |
[Aug. 28th, 2006|09:22 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Dorm | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Usher - Can you handle it | ] |
About to sleep. Anxiety. |
|
|
| Lately.. |
[Aug. 13th, 2006|06:18 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Dorm | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  anxious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Benny Benassi - Megamix | ] |
My motorcycles is paid for and ready for picking up. I just need to grab a good helmet and some platemail for those terrible drivers. It's pretty freaking schweet.
Played paintball for five hours yesterday. Kicked some arsehole fo sho, using the good ol' lvl10 Automag classic. Followed around a Navy spec ops guy with a phantom for a while, that was easy. I think it's time to go back to stock.
Afterwards, some friends and myself went out to a club to dance, and met up with another crew. Get this, we actually had a dance-off on the floor - 2vs4. That's madness. Unfortunately, we got served ^_^. I learned a lot that night, regardless.
So, after that day I can barely use my legs. I have to hold on to the handrails to make it up the stairs to my room. And now I'm off to class! School is a real pain sometimes, but it's where I'd rather be more than most anyplace else.
Eamon's Music List: Benny Benassi, Hellogoodbye, Felix Da Housecat, The Postal Service. |
|
|
| Ditched |
[Jul. 26th, 2006|02:07 pm] |
I'm really tired. I was stood-up last night. I should be getting the Shadow this weekend. I'm skipping the Library today. Food is becoming worse at the Galley. My patience for cellphones grows thin. I'm on a music downloading binge.
I need to go take some pictures and have some good coffee. |
|
|
| Fine, Eamon, I'll update. |
[Jul. 20th, 2006|03:33 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Library | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | anxious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Stabbing Westward | ] |
Alright, so I'm having my first date in a loooong while this Tuesday. She's smart, she's cute, she can dance, and she's older. Trying not to build it up too much ^_^, but it will be nice to go out again no matter.
In other news, I've decided to rebuild my RX7. Whether or not I want to drop a whole new engine, or do the rebuild myself, I haven't decided. There are some major advantages to each (Like getting a peri-port 13B and supercharging it/Saving Money). While I'm waiting my autocross machine to finish, I'm buying a bike. Right now, I'm thinking about a Honda Shadow, maybe a Suzuki SV650 (Sport-Cruiser Model). I don't even want to think about what my mother is going to say about all of this.
Hm, what else can poor Eamon read to cure his boredom. Ah, I'm getting two rolls of B&W developed right now, and plan to start up my DeviantART page sometime in the near future. I hope to get some reviews. I only have one of my pics up right now, and the first day it was on five people's favourites. We shall see.
So, yeah, I'm still a librarian, I'm still an INTP, and I still listen to John Mayer. Everything's cool right now. |
|
|
| Can't Sleep |
[Jul. 18th, 2006|12:02 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Dorm | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Gnarls Barkley - Storm Coming | ] |
I'm glad I saved this page. I just read my first entry, and LMAO. I hide my humor for me to enjoy later, obviously. |
|
|
| LJ vs. MySpace |
[Jul. 18th, 2006|11:13 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Dorm | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Paul Van Dyk | ] |
So, I guess I'll just delete my account over at MySpace. It's just about useless.
I only spent about three hours sleeping last night. Watch took over my evening, as did working on my dancing a bit. I'm trying to learn tuts to a 'T'. Nothing like Kraftwerk, those guys are genius.
Downloaded FruityLoops and Cakewalk last week. You can guess what I'm going to be doing with that. Also on my recent software adds, is Rome: Total War. It' schweeet. In addition, I don't think I'll be playing that game that involves "Aggro" anymore. Bored to hell with that business; takes too long to progress.
Other news involves getting my results from my bone scan back this week. "Pain is weakness leaving the body", except when one has something medically wrong with them.
Back to music, if one has yet to listen to Thievery Corporation in your life, I dare to say they are missing out. That band is on the soundtrack to my life.
Alright, I'm continuously looking at Phra Buddhapochanavaraphorn on the cover of his book, and he is telling me to go to sleep. So, I'll most likely update this thing again at work.. in three hours. :P |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 11th, 2005|07:42 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jimmy Buffet | ] |
Well, I'm back on the net, however temporary. Been slowly figuring out that I will actually have to work in this place. Time to grow up I suppose. Sit around on evenings after work, listen to John Mayer, and thinking about the way things will be after this stage of life is over, and only resurfaces in daydreams when I remember the good days in the past.
I fear being trapped underwater away from all that is great on the surface, just because I have no idea what to look for underneath. Company, writing, and reading I suppose. I suppose the entire submariner fleet couldn't be wrong.
Home is such a tempting thought in contrast to the future. I miss her every moment of thought. Aptly INTP.
Watched Eternal Sunshine again last night. I look at it convinced that it's the extreme versions on Angel and myself. I hope she doesn't get bored with me. :P
I don't know where I'm gonna go
when the volcano blows..
P.S. I Slept 15 hours on my day off. I feel no guilt atfer classes and work this week. I forgot what I was just about to type... |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[May. 10th, 2005|04:24 pm] |
A few weeks ago, I learned that I was an accident. I am the flaw in the contraceptive. My mother was on birth control (98-99% effiency), when she became pregnant with me.
I always used to pity those families that had a child by suprise and were forced into unwanted responsibilities. Now I am that family. It explains so much.
Now where do I start? |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[May. 10th, 2005|02:45 pm] |
Hard time here and everywhere you go
Times is harder than ever been before
And the people are driftin' from door to door
Can't find no heaven, I don't care where they go
Hear me tell you people, just before I go
These hard times will kill you just dry long so
Well, you hear me singin' my lonesome song
These hard times can last us so very long
If I ever get off this killin' floor
I'll never get down this low no more
No-no, no-no, I'll never get down this low no more
And you say you had money, you better be sure
'Cause these hard times will drive you from door to door
Sing this song and I ain't gonna sing no more
Sing this song and I ain't gonna sing no more
These hard times will drive you from door to door |
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
| |
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
callusedcalamus's journal