ok, so t...

ok, so today somebody called me by my real name instead of calling me riff. it took me a couple seconds to realize who they were talking to.this was during an interview.whoops. big one.

your worst suspicions are about to be confirmed...

i am indeed a weirdo.cabin fever + more shitty snow + too much time on my hands + winter blues =BEACH DAY!i am in the process of turning my apartment into the beach - well, sort of. i am so goddamned sick and tired of cold weather, so i am pretending it's summer right now. the oven's cranked up, the fan's on, the lights are all blazing, the coppertone and sunglasses are coming out, a bathing suit will be found... i have a beach-scented candle somewhere, too, i'll have to light that shit up. got some beer, got a cooler... i just need some margarita mix, but there's no way i'm going outside in this crappy weather. maybe i'll just start calling people up and tell them to come over and pick some up on the way. hmmmm, the more people i cram in here the warmer it will be. maybe i'll fill up the bathtub and call it a really-mini-ocean. i wish i had some sand to throw around. and a volleyball. or a beach ball. i think i have a frisbee somewhere, though. oh, and i have to find endless summer and put that on, haha! where'd my sex wax go?

i need some batteries. oh, and a job, too, please.

i've decided that i need to gain like 300 pounds so i won't be cold anymore. (sorry jason. just think of it this way, i'll have enormous tits.)let's see, it's been a couple days since i wrote, what have i accomplished?thursday: nothing.friday: nada.saturday: zip.sunday: zero.today: keeping the streak going strong so far. who wants to make a bet as to whether or not i can keep it up?ok, so that isn't quite right. i went grocery shopping and "cooked" which made me feel way too domestic.i have been a cranky bitch lately. i blame it on the cold weather. this girl was not made for temperatures below 80.i got jason to watch nearly all of the lord of the rings movies. i also managed to survive, even though my extensive commentary bugs the shit out of most people.saturday i got to meet the infamous maggio and archer. unfortunately, i didn't know they were coming over, and the shithole looked like a couple of tornados had been through. ACK!saturday night was classless degenerate night, which i had really been looking forward to. unfortunately, once everybody got to saff's house they didn't want to leave, so we never made it to the other party even though it was right around the corner. it was a good time, although i feel like i must have frenched a semi - sio, todd, and i were dancing on the table and todd lost his balance and both he and sio fell on me. not too fun, and some asshole was giving me shit about being too drunk. i wasn't at that point, but yes, after that i kinda got a little out of control. (hey, i had to do something about my headache!) whenever i go out again after taking a break i end up going hog wild and being utterly obnoxious. this time, i was running around with a bottle of jaeger. whoopsies.oh, and the most exciting thing is that i KICKED ASS playing beer pong. it's kind of sad how accomplished that makes me feel.walking home saturday was NOT FUN.sunday afternoon went back to lyndsey's to borrow her snow shovel to get jason's car out. (i had never shoveled snow before, so i got kind of excited for about 5 seconds. jason just laughed at my ineffectiveness and grabbed the shovel back. i felt like an ass.) and then the damn thing wouldn't start. (i felt pretty guilty about it since i was kinda sorta hoping it wouldn't. damn CGS never leaves me alone.) retreated to uno's for pizza skins and got seated right by the door so we got snow on us every time the door was opened. never going back to that uno's again. i think they hate me, because one time i accidentally said "moooooooo" right as the fat manager walked by our table, even though i was referring to my cheeseburger. seriously.went back to the shithole and watched yet more of the lord of the rings. had a funny dream about jason and his car and his workboots. (long story short, i dreamed his car worked, yada yada yada, the end.) which turned out to be a prophetic dream because it actually started this morning.i don't know what else to write. there is nothing to do besides go outside and i just don't consider that an option at all. oh wait, uhm...i still have just about a million fake tattoos all over me.i guess i'm done. what next?

went to a ...

went to a smallish party at saff's the other night, fist time in a while. got into this weird convo with todd. apparently he thinks i'm a "total rockstar." aw, shucks, i'm blushing.also watched that horrid video from the christmas bash they threw. i am never getting drunk again. NEVER AGAIN. (unfortunately, this resolution will probably last 2 days at the most.) it was pretty damn humiliating, especially watching saff, sio, and i dancing on the table, which had been but a vague memory before watching the video. and my rant on today's "rock," which was so slurred you could barely understand a word i was saying. thank god for small mercies.talked to elise last night! oh, i miss my girl! :( she's giving up her apartment here. i'll miss the adventures under the sidewalk, the hidden doors, the ghost, fortunato's grave... i still have a scar from that one night when i burned my arm exploring the underground passage. when she comes back she'll be living with zeph. ooooooooooh dear. i'm losing my best partner in crime to a boy and it sucks! but right now i just want her back in boston, i'll complain about her being on a leash later.I NEED A FUCKING JOB!

weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

fucking friday finally.thank god it's my last day here!

spread the word!

Conviction without action is worthless.Since our religious leaders will not speak out against the war in Iraq, since our political leaders don't have the moral courage to oppose it, Inauguration Day, Thursday, January 20th, 2005 is "Not One Damn Dime Day" in America.On "Not One Damn Dime Day" those who oppose what is happening in our name in Iraq can speak up with a 24-hour national boycott of all forms of consumer spending.During "Not One Damn Dime Day" please don't spend money. Not one damn dime for gasoline. Not one damn dime for necessities or for impulse purchases.Not one damn dime for nothing for 24 hours. On "Not One Damn Dime Day," please boycott Walmart, KMart and Target.Please don't go to the mall or the local convenience store. Please don't buy any fast food (or any groceries at all for that matter).For 24 hours, please do what you can to shut the retail economy down.The object is simple. Remind the people in power that the war in Iraq is immoral and illegal; that they are responsible for starting it and that it is their responsibility to stop it."Not One Damn Dime Day" is to remind them, too, that they work for the people of the United States of America, not for the international corporations and K Street lobbyists who represent the corporations and funnel cash into American politics."Not One Damn Dime Day" is about supporting the troops. The politicians put the troops in harm's way. Now 1,200 brave young Americans and (some estimate) 100,000 Iraqis have died. The politicians owe our troops a plan - a way to come home.There's no rally to attend. No marching to do. No left or right wing agenda to rant about. On "Not One Damn Dime Day" you take action by doing nothing. You open your mouth by keeping your wallet closed.For 24 hours, nothing gets spent, not one damn dime, to remind our religious leaders and our politicians of their moral responsibility to end the war in Iraq and give America back to the people.

"dream as...

"dream as if you'll live forever; live as if you'll die today." james deangood shit. makes me want to do something... drastic. :Pwhat an incredibly miserable day it is outside. ugh, new england. why am i here again?!i hate this temping shit more and more everyday. i need to get my ass over to guitar center and see if jordan was right about them hiring. fuck corporate whoring.i see my newspaper guy in the mornings again now that i'm back to working in the financial district. he hands out the metro at park street and always has a smile and a "good morning!" for me. how is it that he manages to be so happy everyday? what's his secret? i want in!saw saffron on the way to work this morning. :) haven't seen my girl in ages it seems.nyquil is a hoax. i took some last night thinking i might be able to fall asleep at a decent hour if i did. nope. didn't get to sleep until after 4 am. not fun when i wake up at 6. still feel like i have a cold, but it doesn't seem to be that bad. ::knock on wood::keith's birthday bash is tonight. going to the show at tt's, party afterwards? tomorrow is baby boy h. finally! i've missed their last 2 shows, it's a wonder i haven't been drawn and quartered for that. get to hang out with my crew again, the only person missing will be elise.

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today's lesson

today's lesson, which of course had to be learned the hard way:never start a food fight in your own apartment. make sure you're in someone else's pad. chow mein sticks to the walls like a bitch.i feel like a little kid again, my knees are all scraped up. :D

pfft

why?!i will no longer have a life, all of my time will be spent on the goddamned computer now. nah, myspace is better, livejournal can't possibly be that addicting, right?back to the daily grind today. back to getting up before the sun. back to seeing the same people on the train commuting back and forth. back to boring days and boring busy work. back to to responsibility. oh wait, i'm never responsible. ;D at least i have wednesday and thursday to look forward to...the temp job i have for the next week is ::YAWN:: oh, excuse me. the woman i work for can't seem to shut up about her 8 (!!) children, 16 grandchildren, and various other family members.8 children?!the weekend was fun. :) hung out with mr. stimbot, saw an awful show at great scott, sushi (yayzers!), and saw the aviator on sunday with jordan, which i really liked. missed out on the creeps show again, though... argh. :( actually wore flats while i was stomping all around town yesterday. that means ouch today.i think i'm getting another cold. FUCK!