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11:50 pm
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I've decided it's time to ramble.
I figured out what's wrong with the world! It's identification. ID cards. They're not really ID cards, they're id cards. They're supercharging everyone's id. If we didn't have em maybe everyone would stop being so assish.
The world, or at least Binghamton, seems so self-centered and disgusting, I can't believe I've fallen into it myself. When everyone's willing to take advantage of your charity and not offer any help themselves, I guess it's natural to get a little jaded. But where did all the good people I used to know go? It's like everyone let themselves get greedy and uncaring and cold, with very few exceptions. I wonder what ever happened to Kate Feck.
It's something fundamental, I think, how so few smart and observant people with sharpened wits can look at the world and not grow colder. Achieving mastery over the petty with no mention of the larger world, most folks seem to have lost all concept of depth. Now that all the revolutionaries are either dead or failures, everyone trying to peel back the veil and see the drives of man focuses only on the simple; money, sex, advancing the species and living well. No one mentions the virtues from olden days, aid and tolerance and above all, thought. What crazy, bastardized part of a person's mind would drive him to provide service to someone whom he doesn't even know? Being a good person can't be an evolutionary trait, for it is competition that drives the evolutionary process, my son.
Except that it isn't. Not for us, not in the traditional sense at least. I suppose the guy that's best at getting pussy would be the most successful at reproducing, but what guy wants to have forty different love children? What about all those people that think that money and all the creature comforts it brings can't buy happiness, or that happiness comes from within, not without? Were the Sixties just an example of mass hysteria? Was Marxism?
And for the love of God, who did I move in with?
Current Location: 103 Chestnut, Apartment 3C
Current Music: Catch-22 - A Minor Point
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08:31 pm
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Hmm...
Neat!
Current Location: 103 Chestnut, Apartment 3C
Current Music: Obvious ;-)
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06:11 pm
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Twenty years ago I was three days old!
Ah, what an interesting birthday, full of strange coincidences. Psychic cashiers, ground money, ancelled classes, and road trips to Ithaca to pick up Molly. Heh. But then we tried her last night. Oh man! I feel myself again. Maybe it was just because we watched Season 2 of Grounded For Life (all of it). So, in closing, good birthday!
Current Location: Johnson 109, Left Side
Current Mood:  happy
Current Music: Atom & His Package - Happy Birthday Ralph
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08:37 am
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Ohh! Weird!
So. Strange day. I have to bartend/put food out at a little shindig of my mom's. So I get to meet all her firefighter friends who coincidentally all seem to have served in Vietnam. The conversation usually went down one of those two tracks, and lucky me I got to visualize a large number of different burn victims.
Anyway, Carter came to rescue me, and we're almost out with stolen hooch before we realize one of the guests (who served in Vietnam and gets a government pension for exposure to Agent Orange, and coincidentally is in chemo and has diabetes) forgot his insulin kit. So we drive out and chase him, and in thanks he gives us exactly nine dollars.
So we have said nine dollars, we decide to randomly go to a movie. The only thing decent that's playing is The Good Shepherd, in about its 9th week. We go in and watch it, and it is quite boss. As we walk out after talking through most of the movie (only semi-obnoxiously), the people walking out in front of us from this 9th week movie we only saw on a whim and we didn't have money for when the night began, just so happen to be Kate and her parents. She gives me a look and walks away in silence. So there you have it, due to a series of brutally random coincidences, I get spied on during a spy movie. Only me, man.
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01:16 am
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What's new?
Y'know, usually I don't take the time to write things anymore but this New Year's deserves to be remembered. Firstly, because I went down to the city and got into the Pussycat Lounge with no ID, and secondly... well, we'll get to that.
First! Burlesque show extraordinaire... Drinking, dj spinnin James Brown on floor 2, third floor green room... expensive as all hell but fun. Then afterwards wandering looking for people (like Jewhawk! who was plastered... "Barry, you see this boots? How dya think it taste?), driving around the city (bad idea), and sleeping next to Ilana in the back of the car (sweet god, my BACK!). Then the next day we pull up to the warehousepartment Brittney and Diana were staying in and, secondly... it's on fire. So two hours and eight fire engines and three fancy cigarettes and one tall chai latte, no foam later, we got the stuff we left in their place out, I gave Ilana a ride to god knows where... someplace in Maryland, I think. And I got the eff up out of there in my new suited hotness. Good times!
Everyone else... shaaaaaaaame.
Current Location: Basement
Current Music: The Doors - Light My Fire
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11:29 am
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Let me remember this.
I just had a punk epiphany. Don't let me forget this time, me. Man, The Matrix is a good movie.
Current Location: Johnson 109, Left Side
Current Mood: Punk
Current Music: Rage Against The Machine - How I Could Just Kill A Man
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04:22 am
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Colbertish
Y'know, I got to thinkin and the most important adaptation humans bring to the table is balls. We started off as foragers, then some guy stuck himself with a pointy stick and thought, hey, I bet I can bring down a yak with this. No other animal has that inspired brand of lunacy peculiar to the human race. If it weren't for guys like that we'd probably have died out long ago, or still be foraging for roots and berries. Try to imagine a squirrel bringing down a cougar - it ain't happenin. Not even Squirrel Team 6 has that kinda skill.
I'm downloading The Prisoner but it's stuck at 31%. Damn. For those of you folks who haven't seen it, imagine this as a tv show. A British spy quits and angrily storms out of his office. He gets kidnapped. He wakes up in a little village on an island filled with odd people, not knowing where he is, why he's there, etc. Someone tells him he's number 6, the little village's leader is number 2. They want to ask him questions about his spying. He knows he can't trust anyone on the island, every time he tries to escape he gets captured, dragged back and interrogated, and if he talks they say they'll let him go but in all likelihood they'll kill him.
Onea the first truly psychological tv shows. It's absolutely brilliant. And it was made in the sixties. Oh yeah. Go BBC. Anyway, I think whether someone knows it or not is my new litmus test for how cool a person is.
I think my feelings for Burnsie are dead and gone. I haven't got any more ill will for her in me, it's in the past. And hell, I'm gonna be at Ithaca all the time next semester to see Carter and Dave, probably. Speaking of which, I wonder if we'll make it up before Lars vamooses.
Man, I wanted to see Feckie tonight but she doesn't pick up her phone. Bah. Dumb phones. I shoulda gone anyway.
Current Location: Basement
Current Mood:  bored
Current Music: Mint Royale - Singin' In The Rain (car commercial)
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04:41 am
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Yay!
Oh man. The Appletini is, in my opinion, an adorable drink.
And I got to talk to kate Feck today! I haven't talked to her in a long time. I missed that girl.
Man, shame noone's here today. Or this weekend. The drag show was still a load of fun though. Hooray schnapps!
Oh. The election on Tuesday? All me. And after ten months, hell yes for us.
It was a damn fine after-election winning party. We cracked open the door to the bar next to the office and got in, and my giant boss bought us tequila shots. And Scotch. And foods, and beer, and we all hung out and had a good time. And we won.
It's finally over and I have free time again. And I got to meet Hillary Clinton on Wednesday. It was weird. All in all, a busy week.
Thanksgiving seems so soon, and after that the end of the semester. Looking into getting a house and/or moving off campus. That'd be cool I think. I still don't feel tied to this place though. I could move on... I'm not attached. Probably because 90 percent of the student body here are effing morons. I'd like to go somewhere with intellect; Noam Chomsky's forehead said it best when it said Think! He's my Myspace friend.
Anyone need an election won?
Current Location: Johnson 109, Left Side (Near Sexile)
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: RHPS Soundtrack - I'm Going Home
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04:12 pm
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No matter how hard you try you can't stop us now.
Been a while, el jay. Soso, what've I been up to? Workin.
Went home weekend before last... boooo ring. Bah. Still, it was ok, I got a coat. I think it's cursed.
Oh! I stopped smoking weed. After the whole Ithaca visit, I thought it was wise to take a break. It's ok though, I made up for it in another form of smoke.
Also, it turns out my mom drinks Crystal Palace. Jesus christ. Well, at least she's the functional kind of alcoholic. Meaning all the other firefighters drink too much too, so it's ok.
Speakin of that, I keep having a powerful urge to drink with only inconvenience standing in my way. I hope fun things happen this weekend, I might come home. Though in only a short time this semester I met an assload of cool people. Binghamton = tolerable. You know I mean you, Tsukernik.
Now it be time to start freaking out about midterms. Which I have tomorrow.
*freak out*
Current Location: Johnson 109, Left Side
Current Mood: determined
Current Music: James Brown - Get Up Offa That Thing
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05:57 am
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Oy.
Well I've had an interesting few days since I wrote. Met people, got drunk, had adventure, repeat. Massage orgies. Exploration. Hookah bars. Jackass. Near asbestos poisoning. Mischief. Danger. Fun.
And music! I've been gathering to me better music. The cream of the crop has to be Murder By Death. It's rare I'll find an album with so many songs on it I like; even rarer it has a pirate shanty I like too.
And rounding people up. There's a Flogging Molly and Zox show in Philly Oct. 10th or 11th. Debate in Ithaca tomorrow. Lew Black in Albany in November. Gandalf Murphy over Turkey Break. Kahlua in my room that was to lure Carter before me and Kat found out how delicious shots of it are. Don't worry Carcar, there's more where that came from.
Kat, incidentally, is frickin hardcore. Kahlua is a strange drink, you can throw up and not stop talking. I've never had a drink that's better at convincing you you're not as fucked up as you are. Maybe the caffeination and sweetness'll do that. Still, delicioso.
It's a shame I have so much work the next couple days, especially considering I'm essentially taking 16 credits of Underwater Basket Weaving. I should hang out with Ilana and a whole assload of random people again. They're mighty fine.
I love Ithaca, but certain memories have been nagging at me lately. My IM auto-logging all my stuff doesn't help too much. I don't know if I can go there or not, even if I get in. I;ve been enjoying weed less and less lately. The effect of it on my mind seems almost unnecessary at this point. I don't need any steam blown off, I like the fog.
Hopefully I'll get to see Kate and Ian this weekend. Stupid Kate, never talkin to me. Just kiddin. Well, half kiddin.
And if not, I guess I'm just a bit stuck in Toga. Damn it. I wish I wasn't an idiot. Maybe I should just show up and get the ass kicking we both know I deserve. If it'd fix things I would gladly do it, but everyone keeps telling me the only thing that'll help is time.
Maybe if I could change the past, it might. The wounds on me seem to grow a little deeper as months go by, even if you can't see em at first. God. I hate myself for doing something like that to anyone, but especially these two.
I guess it's no use and I shouldn't dwell. Do unto yourself as you would have others do unto themselves. Still, I feel like I need an ass kicking.
Volunteers?
Current Location: Johnson 109, Left Side
Current Mood:  pensive
Current Music: Murder By Death - Boy Decide
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