Milwaukee, Wisconsin
June 30, 2009
Tue 10:29 PM
i'd like to start off my blog today by congratulating that inferior state to the west of wisconsin on finally exercising it's rights as a u.s. state and electing a second senator. although, i guess i shouldn't be all that surprised that it took this long, remember, this is the "state of hockey" and they let their nhl team go texas. or, as my cousin once put it, they'd probably just as soon join canada before realizing the benefits of statehood. anyway, as much as i make fun of it, minnesota is actually a nice state. i really like minneapolis, hate all their sports teams, but like the city. sorry milwaukee, you got the population, but minneapolis is a nicer city. in fact, i probably rip on minnesota because, in some ways, it's nicer than wisconsin. but, i'll take the dairy state to the land of 10,000 lakes anyday. did you know wisconsin actually has more lakes than minnesota? we just have more to be proud of that's why we don't mention it much. i'd rather brag about being america's dairyland on my license plate than make an obvious observation regarding geography.
anyway, i really don't feel like blogging now, probably all that blogging i did yesterday. that's all.
oh, and talk about sore loser... dragging this on til the following summer... good one coleman. way to not do what a senator is supposed to- put the interests of your state first. and i love how when he was ahead in the tallying he said that franken should concede... but yet when the tallying switched and was no longer in his favor he didn't follow his own advice. should've known that statement would just make him look stupid when he didn't win. and way to go franken... you're good enough, smart enough, and doggone it, enough people liked you.
salbrent
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
DAY 75(ii)
1:52 AM
this is what happens when you don't sleep... you keep thinking of stuff to add to your blog. anyway, i just learned that michael jackson co-wrote and produced Do the Bartman... and i didn't think it was possible to like the guy more. although, i also just listened to the song for the first time since the nineties, and well, i'm an idiot for not realizing it's michael's work. here's the music video, it's pretty cool, for whatever reason youtube doesn't want me to imbed it, so it's just a link, but check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKmplCJfOf8
this is what happens when you don't sleep... you keep thinking of stuff to add to your blog. anyway, i just learned that michael jackson co-wrote and produced Do the Bartman... and i didn't think it was possible to like the guy more. although, i also just listened to the song for the first time since the nineties, and well, i'm an idiot for not realizing it's michael's work. here's the music video, it's pretty cool, for whatever reason youtube doesn't want me to imbed it, so it's just a link, but check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKmplCJfOf8
Monday, June 29, 2009
DAY 75(i)
10:26 PM
ok, so i got a bit sidetracked from my music compiling, but i just had to post this... it's video from michael jackson's performance of billie jean at the Motown 25th anniversary televised special, and it's where he debuted "the moonwalk." it looks like he's on a people mover, it's insane. i mean, his music was brilliant, but his dancing was equally amazing. he was the whole package. wait for it, it comes up at 3:44 in the video. brilliant, and them bam, he's on his toes. that man was a genius.
and again, r.i.p. michael
ok, so i got a bit sidetracked from my music compiling, but i just had to post this... it's video from michael jackson's performance of billie jean at the Motown 25th anniversary televised special, and it's where he debuted "the moonwalk." it looks like he's on a people mover, it's insane. i mean, his music was brilliant, but his dancing was equally amazing. he was the whole package. wait for it, it comes up at 3:44 in the video. brilliant, and them bam, he's on his toes. that man was a genius.
and again, r.i.p. michael
DAY 75
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
June 29, 2009
Mon 9:31 PM
all i have to say is, insomnia is a bitch. and tv trays are a god send. this is quite a sight to behold right now, i'm sitting on the couch in my apartment, three tv trays in front of me. on one is my old laptop (cracked screen and all), on another is my current laptop (and my typing fingers), and the other has a bowl of cheesy poofs and a glass of water. cheesy poofs being a poor choice in snack when doing computer work... cheesy fingers on a keyboard, bad move. regardless, i think the cheesy poofs have gottan bigger, they're like jumbo cheesy poofs.
anyway, i'm in the process of putting songs on ipod, walkman, and continuing to move songs from my old "special" laptop, to my new toshi. and eating cheesy poofs. oh, and about insomnia being a bitch, has nothing to do with right now (it's only like 9:30)... i couldn't sleep last night... again. finally got a few hours at 7 am... 7 am, only to have my alarm go off at 10 am. so tonight, screw it, i'm not going to even bother. there's stuff i can actually accomplish, so might as well be awake and productive, instead of lying awake in bed and being pissed off.
oh, and text messaging is stupid. i know i've said this before, but it's so stupid. tomorrow i'm disabling it from my phone. aside from the fact that in almost all instances a phone call is more efficient, it costs me a lot of money being convenient to my friends who like texting. money that could be put towards... oh, i don't know, a subwoofer or something. something i truly don't need, but yet serves more of a purpose than text messaging. maybe i'm being a traitor to my generation, but i just don't get it. i mean, i understand a few instances, like if you're in class... but call me old-fashioned, i actually paid attention in class. or made lists in my head of what i was gonna do later that day. either way, i wasn't staring down at my phone. and i love those people who stare at their phones, texting away while walking... they look so, so, stupid. slaves to their phones. i will never be a textlemming. calling is included in the plan... texting costs money. i don't get it, and i'm gonna stop trying to.
ugh, i'm more disgruntled than usual. probably due to lack of sleep. does lack of sleep make one more irritable? i bet it does. i'm no doctor, but it seems logical.
man, if i'm disgruntled now, how will i be tomorrow, quite possibly going on no sleep? who knows, wait and see. perhaps it's a good thing i'm trapped in milwaukee by myself. maybe that's the real factor... being in milwaukee with nothing to do and nobody to talk to. ahh screw it, i'm done with this self-psychoanalysis.
salbrent
June 29, 2009
Mon 9:31 PM
all i have to say is, insomnia is a bitch. and tv trays are a god send. this is quite a sight to behold right now, i'm sitting on the couch in my apartment, three tv trays in front of me. on one is my old laptop (cracked screen and all), on another is my current laptop (and my typing fingers), and the other has a bowl of cheesy poofs and a glass of water. cheesy poofs being a poor choice in snack when doing computer work... cheesy fingers on a keyboard, bad move. regardless, i think the cheesy poofs have gottan bigger, they're like jumbo cheesy poofs.
anyway, i'm in the process of putting songs on ipod, walkman, and continuing to move songs from my old "special" laptop, to my new toshi. and eating cheesy poofs. oh, and about insomnia being a bitch, has nothing to do with right now (it's only like 9:30)... i couldn't sleep last night... again. finally got a few hours at 7 am... 7 am, only to have my alarm go off at 10 am. so tonight, screw it, i'm not going to even bother. there's stuff i can actually accomplish, so might as well be awake and productive, instead of lying awake in bed and being pissed off.
oh, and text messaging is stupid. i know i've said this before, but it's so stupid. tomorrow i'm disabling it from my phone. aside from the fact that in almost all instances a phone call is more efficient, it costs me a lot of money being convenient to my friends who like texting. money that could be put towards... oh, i don't know, a subwoofer or something. something i truly don't need, but yet serves more of a purpose than text messaging. maybe i'm being a traitor to my generation, but i just don't get it. i mean, i understand a few instances, like if you're in class... but call me old-fashioned, i actually paid attention in class. or made lists in my head of what i was gonna do later that day. either way, i wasn't staring down at my phone. and i love those people who stare at their phones, texting away while walking... they look so, so, stupid. slaves to their phones. i will never be a textlemming. calling is included in the plan... texting costs money. i don't get it, and i'm gonna stop trying to.
ugh, i'm more disgruntled than usual. probably due to lack of sleep. does lack of sleep make one more irritable? i bet it does. i'm no doctor, but it seems logical.
man, if i'm disgruntled now, how will i be tomorrow, quite possibly going on no sleep? who knows, wait and see. perhaps it's a good thing i'm trapped in milwaukee by myself. maybe that's the real factor... being in milwaukee with nothing to do and nobody to talk to. ahh screw it, i'm done with this self-psychoanalysis.
salbrent
DAY 74
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
June 28, 2009
Sun 11:27 PM
o canada, we stand on guard for thee... those are the last lyrics to the canadian national anthem. how do i know this? well, i know random stuff. and i just watched one of my favorite episodes of the West Wing, the one where the first lady gets drunk with cj, amy, and donna and then get's the president's band to play o canada in honor of donna (who it turns out is a canadian citizen). i like their anthem, it's all about how cool their nation is. i mean, don't get me wrong, i love america and i can't think of another country i'd rather be a citizen of... i, and all my fellow americans, hit the history jackpot by being born here... and to those citizens who had to earn it, i applaud them for, unlike those lucky native-borns, they will never take their citizenship for granted. i try not to, but it's inevitable because it's not like i have anything to compare it with. anyway, i love america, i think our flag is one of the cooler-looking ones, but our anthem is so... blah. maybe blah is the wrong word, it's just so unsingable. and it's all about a battle. i don't know, it's certainly not the worst, but i like canada's. and mexico's, their anthem has such a good beat you could dance to it. i read that it's illegal in some states to dance to our national anthem... i don't even know how you'd do that. during the olympics i read an article about some of the stranger national anthems... i think i saved it on my old laptop.
anyway, national anthems aside i just realized that i missed a post yesterday. since coming back to milwaukee i've definitely become a slacker... i think that's two or three i've missed now. it's just so damn hot, i don't want to turn on anything that can substitute as a heater. i don't have much to write about today... oh, i found two outfits for the weddings i have coming up... nothing too flashy, but they'll do the trick.
and i picked out the stereo dock and speakers for my car... i'm very excited about that. i picked out some kickin' alpine speakers and the top of the line sony dock... i'm all set. some of the guys at work were buggin' me that i didn't spring for a subwoofer... i don't need a subwoofer. but, it got me thinking... but i don't need a subwoofer. besides, if i threw in a subwoofer it would double my bill, and i dont want that. maybe something for the future.
anyway, pretty excited to drive home thursday... that's when all this new stuff get's installed too. i'm getting it installed the day i leave milwaukee... for obvious reasons. but, the dock plate can be removed, so nobody's jackin' this out of my car.
last night was the first night in, oh, three that i actually got a few hours of sleep. i finally fell asleep at about 3 am, which is pretty good, considering the three nights before that i slept not at all. which sucks, cause i like sleep. and insomnia sucks, you lay around in bed, moving from stomach, to side, to back, to side, to stomach, thinking that maybe the postition has something to do with the lack of ability to fall asleep. but it doesn't, doesn't at all. i almost always sleep on my stomach anyway, sometimes side, never back. i just cannot fall asleep on my back, can't do it. it's not that it's uncomfortable... well, it is a little. i just have always slept on my stomach, it just makes sense. if forced to ly on my back it makes me feel wide awake.
i am now beginning to sweat profusely in the heat of my living room. and as a result i am breaking out in hives all over my legs and feet. i've mentioned this before i think... stupid autoimmune disorder... stupid body fighting body, and making my skin the victim. urticaria... that's the more fansy medical term for it. you know my term for it... sucks. it totally sucks. in fact, it defies phyics because it sucks and blows at the same time. sucks.
and i can safely say that i have chronic urticaria... which refers to urticaria that persists for six or more weeks. let's see, i'm going on almost three years so i think i qualify. and i'm pretty sure i have cholinergic urticaria... that's hives brought on by heat. yep, that one hits the nail on the head. although, i also have outbreaks in the winter due to cold... and that one is... cold urticaria. hmmm, the heat one gets the term cholinergic... but the cold one just gets the term "cold." man, they get short end of the stick on that one. i just realized that saying makes absolutely no sense... short end of a stick? a stick is a stick, how big one end is versus the other is only relative to where it's gripped. right? am i wrong on this?
anyway, hot cold... it doesn't matter, because all forms of urticaria are incredibly hard to treat... almost impossible i think. its one of those things where you can only treat the result, not the cause. i still don't definitivly know the cause... pretty sure i spelled that wrong too. great, so i break out in hives and i can't spell... wonderful. i actually went to the doctor, first time in years i should add... being the healthy person i am, and i asked about my hives and he said something along the lines of yeah, it's just something you'll have to deal with. nothing we can do... no treatment, nothing. thanks a heap doc... good to know my insurance is paying for something. great, of course i get the disorder that you can't do anything about... except just live with. and i get so mad when my parents and friends and anyone else around me tells me not to scratch... that's all i can do! i have nothing to treat this with but my fingernails. and there are some times when it itches so bad, usually on the bottoms of my feet, that i want to take some steel wool and just scrape until they bleed. in my mind that always bring relief... but in reality it would probably just mean bloody socks, and who wants that?
i've had that happen too, one time my toe hurt so bad, i just assumed it was an annoying blister, come to take my shoes off and the top is all red, it wasn't just a blister it was an open wound! i probably should've addressed the issue sooner, but, didn't want to bother with it. that's how i roll, pain doesn't stop me, it's annoying, but can be dealt with mentally. only if i'm bleeding profusely, well, bleeding profusely and notice, or in absolutely blinding pain... then i do something about it. everything else can be ignored and, i've found, eventually goes away. i don't wanna be that person who goes to the doctor every other week for something... every other year, or every five years, that works for me. i can be called a lot of things, but hypocondriac is not one of them. again, i'm pretty sure i spelled that wrong as well.
according to wikipedia chronic urticaria usually clears up in about a year for half of all sufferers... wonderful, i'm in the other half. but, it does clear up in one to twenty years for 80% of sufferers... wonderful, now to just wait until i'm forty and i'm good to go. geez, that's not the least bit annoying. 20 years, that's potentially how long i have to look forward to this. but i'll be willing to bet that i fall in that 20% category... it doesn't say, but how long do they live with it? 40 years? A lifetime? great, just great.
on that note, i'm hot, tired, itchy (only on the legs people), and have lots of stuff to do tomorrow. well, not really, but i want to sound more active than i really am.
salbrent
June 28, 2009
Sun 11:27 PM
o canada, we stand on guard for thee... those are the last lyrics to the canadian national anthem. how do i know this? well, i know random stuff. and i just watched one of my favorite episodes of the West Wing, the one where the first lady gets drunk with cj, amy, and donna and then get's the president's band to play o canada in honor of donna (who it turns out is a canadian citizen). i like their anthem, it's all about how cool their nation is. i mean, don't get me wrong, i love america and i can't think of another country i'd rather be a citizen of... i, and all my fellow americans, hit the history jackpot by being born here... and to those citizens who had to earn it, i applaud them for, unlike those lucky native-borns, they will never take their citizenship for granted. i try not to, but it's inevitable because it's not like i have anything to compare it with. anyway, i love america, i think our flag is one of the cooler-looking ones, but our anthem is so... blah. maybe blah is the wrong word, it's just so unsingable. and it's all about a battle. i don't know, it's certainly not the worst, but i like canada's. and mexico's, their anthem has such a good beat you could dance to it. i read that it's illegal in some states to dance to our national anthem... i don't even know how you'd do that. during the olympics i read an article about some of the stranger national anthems... i think i saved it on my old laptop.
anyway, national anthems aside i just realized that i missed a post yesterday. since coming back to milwaukee i've definitely become a slacker... i think that's two or three i've missed now. it's just so damn hot, i don't want to turn on anything that can substitute as a heater. i don't have much to write about today... oh, i found two outfits for the weddings i have coming up... nothing too flashy, but they'll do the trick.
and i picked out the stereo dock and speakers for my car... i'm very excited about that. i picked out some kickin' alpine speakers and the top of the line sony dock... i'm all set. some of the guys at work were buggin' me that i didn't spring for a subwoofer... i don't need a subwoofer. but, it got me thinking... but i don't need a subwoofer. besides, if i threw in a subwoofer it would double my bill, and i dont want that. maybe something for the future.
anyway, pretty excited to drive home thursday... that's when all this new stuff get's installed too. i'm getting it installed the day i leave milwaukee... for obvious reasons. but, the dock plate can be removed, so nobody's jackin' this out of my car.
last night was the first night in, oh, three that i actually got a few hours of sleep. i finally fell asleep at about 3 am, which is pretty good, considering the three nights before that i slept not at all. which sucks, cause i like sleep. and insomnia sucks, you lay around in bed, moving from stomach, to side, to back, to side, to stomach, thinking that maybe the postition has something to do with the lack of ability to fall asleep. but it doesn't, doesn't at all. i almost always sleep on my stomach anyway, sometimes side, never back. i just cannot fall asleep on my back, can't do it. it's not that it's uncomfortable... well, it is a little. i just have always slept on my stomach, it just makes sense. if forced to ly on my back it makes me feel wide awake.
i am now beginning to sweat profusely in the heat of my living room. and as a result i am breaking out in hives all over my legs and feet. i've mentioned this before i think... stupid autoimmune disorder... stupid body fighting body, and making my skin the victim. urticaria... that's the more fansy medical term for it. you know my term for it... sucks. it totally sucks. in fact, it defies phyics because it sucks and blows at the same time. sucks.
and i can safely say that i have chronic urticaria... which refers to urticaria that persists for six or more weeks. let's see, i'm going on almost three years so i think i qualify. and i'm pretty sure i have cholinergic urticaria... that's hives brought on by heat. yep, that one hits the nail on the head. although, i also have outbreaks in the winter due to cold... and that one is... cold urticaria. hmmm, the heat one gets the term cholinergic... but the cold one just gets the term "cold." man, they get short end of the stick on that one. i just realized that saying makes absolutely no sense... short end of a stick? a stick is a stick, how big one end is versus the other is only relative to where it's gripped. right? am i wrong on this?
anyway, hot cold... it doesn't matter, because all forms of urticaria are incredibly hard to treat... almost impossible i think. its one of those things where you can only treat the result, not the cause. i still don't definitivly know the cause... pretty sure i spelled that wrong too. great, so i break out in hives and i can't spell... wonderful. i actually went to the doctor, first time in years i should add... being the healthy person i am, and i asked about my hives and he said something along the lines of yeah, it's just something you'll have to deal with. nothing we can do... no treatment, nothing. thanks a heap doc... good to know my insurance is paying for something. great, of course i get the disorder that you can't do anything about... except just live with. and i get so mad when my parents and friends and anyone else around me tells me not to scratch... that's all i can do! i have nothing to treat this with but my fingernails. and there are some times when it itches so bad, usually on the bottoms of my feet, that i want to take some steel wool and just scrape until they bleed. in my mind that always bring relief... but in reality it would probably just mean bloody socks, and who wants that?
i've had that happen too, one time my toe hurt so bad, i just assumed it was an annoying blister, come to take my shoes off and the top is all red, it wasn't just a blister it was an open wound! i probably should've addressed the issue sooner, but, didn't want to bother with it. that's how i roll, pain doesn't stop me, it's annoying, but can be dealt with mentally. only if i'm bleeding profusely, well, bleeding profusely and notice, or in absolutely blinding pain... then i do something about it. everything else can be ignored and, i've found, eventually goes away. i don't wanna be that person who goes to the doctor every other week for something... every other year, or every five years, that works for me. i can be called a lot of things, but hypocondriac is not one of them. again, i'm pretty sure i spelled that wrong as well.
according to wikipedia chronic urticaria usually clears up in about a year for half of all sufferers... wonderful, i'm in the other half. but, it does clear up in one to twenty years for 80% of sufferers... wonderful, now to just wait until i'm forty and i'm good to go. geez, that's not the least bit annoying. 20 years, that's potentially how long i have to look forward to this. but i'll be willing to bet that i fall in that 20% category... it doesn't say, but how long do they live with it? 40 years? A lifetime? great, just great.
on that note, i'm hot, tired, itchy (only on the legs people), and have lots of stuff to do tomorrow. well, not really, but i want to sound more active than i really am.
salbrent
Saturday, June 27, 2009
DAY 73
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
June 27, 2009
Sat 12:38 AM
still can't believe michael jackson is gone... seems so surreal. have loved his music since i was little, i know that Thriller tape is still in my house somewhere. anyway, would love to go on and reminise about m j and whatever else is new... but it's still insanely hot and i don't feel like doing much of anything. and yes, i closed at work today... again. and yesterday, and tomorrow... so hopefully i'm able to get something done tomorrow... but i'm not holding my breath.
salbrent
June 27, 2009
Sat 12:38 AM
still can't believe michael jackson is gone... seems so surreal. have loved his music since i was little, i know that Thriller tape is still in my house somewhere. anyway, would love to go on and reminise about m j and whatever else is new... but it's still insanely hot and i don't feel like doing much of anything. and yes, i closed at work today... again. and yesterday, and tomorrow... so hopefully i'm able to get something done tomorrow... but i'm not holding my breath.
salbrent
Thursday, June 25, 2009
DAY 72
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
June 25, 2009
Thu 10:38 PM
today the music died... R.I.P. Michael Jackson, forever the King of Pop
June 25, 2009
Thu 10:38 PM
today the music died... R.I.P. Michael Jackson, forever the King of Pop
1958-2009salbrent
DAY 71
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
June 25, 2009
Thu 11:41 AM
why didn't i post last night? too lazy? nope, way too damn hot. my room is an oven, that's what happens when you have an apartment with no air. i just couldn't bring myself to turn on my laptop, i didn't need the extra heat source. right now i'm trying to sum this post up as quickly as possible so i can turn my laptop off. my old laptop, it's the one closest to me so i'm using it. so damn hot.
oh, and my old laptop is now even crappier than it was before... and i didn't think that was possible. i shouldn't say that, it was a really good laptop before i messed it up myself. see, i know a lot about most electronics, and i like to pretend i know something about computers when really i don't. so, one day when i was a sophmore in college i tried deleting some of the programs that automatically start up when you turn on a pc... to try to make it go faster. don't do that. to describe it best, i severed some of the nerves in my computer's brain. it can find some stuff, but others... like a cd burner, it claims it doesn't have. and it's always trying to update... in vain. i cannot install or uninstall any programs. despite all this, the thing still worked... well, the only parts i needed to work. the internet explorer and microsoft word. that's all i needed. any other computer would've given up long ago. not this one, my first toshiba. that's why i bought another one, but i can tell my new one is not built as well as this one. just seems cheaper. more powerful software sure, but, not constructed as well.
so, like the previous experiment, this laptop got crappier directly because of me. let me illustrate the point.
nice, no? so, apparently if you step on a laptop you risk breaking the screen... something perhaps a college graduate should understand. i'm an idiot. i can almost pinpoint when this happened, i though i was stepping on a book. i stepped on it like two or three times before i realized it wasn't a book. and after realizing it was my old laptop and not a book i simply ignored it, until i opened it yesterday. oh yeah, i suppose stepping on it could be bad. my mistake. at least the crack isn't in the middle of the screen. i can deal with it in the upper left corner. maybe if i just cleaned my room this wouldn't have been an issue.
but like i said, it really doesn't bother me. i mean, my new laptop has a dead pixel and i haven't disowned it yet. it's probably poetic justice that it's my old laptop too... i probably would be pissed if it was my new one. even so, i take the destruction of things in stride, i really don't get all bent out of shape. when i killed my old cell phone in the wash i laughed it off. karma it was, for the evening prior i had made fun of the stupid phone... and it made it's way to the dryer before i realized it was in my jeans pocket. well, before my mom noticed. and no, she wasn't doing my laundry, i was... she was just more concerned about the constant banging in the dryer than i was.
anyway, broken laptops aside, i really wanted to write about iran and north korea... they're like two disobedient children of countries. and i think north korea is suddenly making a fuss again because they're being overshadowed by iran... the kid who's being ignored at the moment and wants attention so they try to start a fire.
anyway, i can't take the heat off this thing anymore.
salbrent
June 25, 2009
Thu 11:41 AM
why didn't i post last night? too lazy? nope, way too damn hot. my room is an oven, that's what happens when you have an apartment with no air. i just couldn't bring myself to turn on my laptop, i didn't need the extra heat source. right now i'm trying to sum this post up as quickly as possible so i can turn my laptop off. my old laptop, it's the one closest to me so i'm using it. so damn hot.
oh, and my old laptop is now even crappier than it was before... and i didn't think that was possible. i shouldn't say that, it was a really good laptop before i messed it up myself. see, i know a lot about most electronics, and i like to pretend i know something about computers when really i don't. so, one day when i was a sophmore in college i tried deleting some of the programs that automatically start up when you turn on a pc... to try to make it go faster. don't do that. to describe it best, i severed some of the nerves in my computer's brain. it can find some stuff, but others... like a cd burner, it claims it doesn't have. and it's always trying to update... in vain. i cannot install or uninstall any programs. despite all this, the thing still worked... well, the only parts i needed to work. the internet explorer and microsoft word. that's all i needed. any other computer would've given up long ago. not this one, my first toshiba. that's why i bought another one, but i can tell my new one is not built as well as this one. just seems cheaper. more powerful software sure, but, not constructed as well.
so, like the previous experiment, this laptop got crappier directly because of me. let me illustrate the point.
nice, no? so, apparently if you step on a laptop you risk breaking the screen... something perhaps a college graduate should understand. i'm an idiot. i can almost pinpoint when this happened, i though i was stepping on a book. i stepped on it like two or three times before i realized it wasn't a book. and after realizing it was my old laptop and not a book i simply ignored it, until i opened it yesterday. oh yeah, i suppose stepping on it could be bad. my mistake. at least the crack isn't in the middle of the screen. i can deal with it in the upper left corner. maybe if i just cleaned my room this wouldn't have been an issue.
but like i said, it really doesn't bother me. i mean, my new laptop has a dead pixel and i haven't disowned it yet. it's probably poetic justice that it's my old laptop too... i probably would be pissed if it was my new one. even so, i take the destruction of things in stride, i really don't get all bent out of shape. when i killed my old cell phone in the wash i laughed it off. karma it was, for the evening prior i had made fun of the stupid phone... and it made it's way to the dryer before i realized it was in my jeans pocket. well, before my mom noticed. and no, she wasn't doing my laundry, i was... she was just more concerned about the constant banging in the dryer than i was.
anyway, broken laptops aside, i really wanted to write about iran and north korea... they're like two disobedient children of countries. and i think north korea is suddenly making a fuss again because they're being overshadowed by iran... the kid who's being ignored at the moment and wants attention so they try to start a fire.
anyway, i can't take the heat off this thing anymore.
salbrent
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
DAY 70
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
June 23, 2009
Tue 11:45 PM
i can sum up today in just four words- everything's coming up salbrent. Everything. I have a job in Appleton... two, as it would be. two jobs that i think i'll enjoy. well, one i know i will, the other, remains to be seen... but in the least i know it'll be a good job. and i'm pretty confident i'll enjoy it.
anyway, i was so excited i didn't even notice the 90 degree heat while i drove my car that has no air conditioning. and my front left headlight is now being held in place with duct tape. i love my car. i don't care if it has hail damage, i don't care it has duct tape on it, i don't care that it's starting to rust on the rear passenger door, i don't care that the rear light is cracked, i don't care that it's missing half a hubcap, don't care that the windshield wipers are crap (well, actually i kinda do), don't care that the check engine light is constantly on (it is at the moment), don't care that it bleeds oil, don't care that it doesnt have functioning air conditioning, don't care that it's missing a speaker... well, at least at the moment. i love that car and it's always taken care of me. love that car. and it'll be getting a gift for it next week... new speakers and stereo dock. makes sense to get it the last day i'm in milwaukee... wouldn't want my new audio equipment to get stolen. and i don't feel as bad about this extravagence (which its not, i currently have the factory installed dock with a broken tape player and one functioning speaker in the front seat) now that i have a job sewn up. well, mostly sewn up. still have to pass the drug test and background check... but i'm more than confident that i'll pass those better than i did on the typing test.
that's enough talking about my current employment... or future employment. went to the brewers-twins game today... damn twins. the brewers cannot beat any american league team apparently. but, still fun. even if it was hot as can be.
and now here i am, sitting on my bed posting this and watching the first episode of season three. i'm kinda sad that i'm halfway through my west wing seasons... if only seasons five, six, and seven were as good as the first four. but they weren't, they really weren't. they started to find their way a bit, but... with sorkin and schlamme gone it just wasn't the same.
i think the sweltering heat is starting to bring down my high... high... as in high life. i didn't have my celebratory champagne of beers yet. what am i thinking? on that note.
salbrent
June 23, 2009
Tue 11:45 PM
i can sum up today in just four words- everything's coming up salbrent. Everything. I have a job in Appleton... two, as it would be. two jobs that i think i'll enjoy. well, one i know i will, the other, remains to be seen... but in the least i know it'll be a good job. and i'm pretty confident i'll enjoy it.
anyway, i was so excited i didn't even notice the 90 degree heat while i drove my car that has no air conditioning. and my front left headlight is now being held in place with duct tape. i love my car. i don't care if it has hail damage, i don't care it has duct tape on it, i don't care that it's starting to rust on the rear passenger door, i don't care that the rear light is cracked, i don't care that it's missing half a hubcap, don't care that the windshield wipers are crap (well, actually i kinda do), don't care that the check engine light is constantly on (it is at the moment), don't care that it bleeds oil, don't care that it doesnt have functioning air conditioning, don't care that it's missing a speaker... well, at least at the moment. i love that car and it's always taken care of me. love that car. and it'll be getting a gift for it next week... new speakers and stereo dock. makes sense to get it the last day i'm in milwaukee... wouldn't want my new audio equipment to get stolen. and i don't feel as bad about this extravagence (which its not, i currently have the factory installed dock with a broken tape player and one functioning speaker in the front seat) now that i have a job sewn up. well, mostly sewn up. still have to pass the drug test and background check... but i'm more than confident that i'll pass those better than i did on the typing test.
that's enough talking about my current employment... or future employment. went to the brewers-twins game today... damn twins. the brewers cannot beat any american league team apparently. but, still fun. even if it was hot as can be.
and now here i am, sitting on my bed posting this and watching the first episode of season three. i'm kinda sad that i'm halfway through my west wing seasons... if only seasons five, six, and seven were as good as the first four. but they weren't, they really weren't. they started to find their way a bit, but... with sorkin and schlamme gone it just wasn't the same.
i think the sweltering heat is starting to bring down my high... high... as in high life. i didn't have my celebratory champagne of beers yet. what am i thinking? on that note.
salbrent
DAY 69
Appleton, Wisconsin
June 23, 2009
Tue 10:51 AM
didn't post last night, it happens. making up for it this morning. just saw on CNN that there was a metro crash in DC, seven people confirmed dead, probably more. so sad, apparently the ntsb warned them about old train cars and wmata didn't listen to their advice, or didn't have the money to follow their advice. i don't know which is the correct answer. so sad, the metro is so great... and this is the worst crash in metrorail history, and on the second to involve any fatalities. i'm trying to figure out where the crash took place, the pictures show the trains above ground, so i don't think it's in dc proper, probably in virginia or maryland. looking at the pictures, and it's been awhile since i've been on the metro, but it looks like the red line. i used to take the red line a lot, the red line and the orange/blue lines (they overlap a good portion). i took the red line to a mall in maryland, and to church. i hope in the least that metro learns from this tragedy and makes the necessary changes to keep metro safe. i wish i could read where this took place, but i can't find it mentioned in any articles.
yesterday i finished watching season two of the West Wing... and the season finale is probably the best episode of the series. it's called two cathedrals even though i knew what was going to happen, it's still powerful. i think guy from that inside the actor's studio show, lipton, called it the greatest hour on television. i think, i can't remember for sure, he has a tendency to overexaggerate. anyway, its a great episode... the writing, the acting, the cinematography... it all comes together perfectly. and martin sheen does a great job, as he does in the entire series. how that man never won an emmy for his role as president josiah bartlet is just mind-boggling to me. regardless, it's great television. but, and anyone with any familiarity with dc could notice this, at the end the president's motorcade drives from the white house to the state department... but it drives past the national cathedral. the white house is within walking distance from the state department, and national cathedral is not even close to that area. it makes a dramatic point, but driving from the white house to the state deparment via the national cathedral, would be like me driving from appleton to milwaukee and going through green bay. just something i noticed.
oh, yeah, and i'm in appleton now. i won't be going through green bay, though. i came home earlier than intended because i'm going to the brewers-twins game tonight. i have some business to attend to in appleton, so here i am. i waited until seven pm to leave milwaukee yesterday, with no air in my car i wasn't going to drive in the afternoon with the sun directly beating on me. oh yeah, i'm a college grad... i probably wouldn't have thought of that a few months ago.
death toll is now up to nine... i can only hope it doesn't go higher. i was saying to my sister yesterday that if dc had palm trees it'd be my ideal city and i never would have left. that's probably not true... the not leaving part. but the ideal part, definitely. i want to go back there now, there or california. i still have my smartrip, the metro's smart card that you can keep putting money on indefinitely. and i think it has like $18 on it... my last trip i was in a hurry and when you scan your credit card it automatically puts 20 dollars on, and normally that's what i would do. but my last trip i wanted to set the amount lower, but i was in a hurry and didn't. besides, i knew i'd be back. it's on my dresser in my bedroom, ready to be taken at a moments notice on a trip to dc. such a great city, great city to live in, great city to visit, great city to get around in- curtosy of metro... just great.
lots to do, must go now.
salbrent
June 23, 2009
Tue 10:51 AM
didn't post last night, it happens. making up for it this morning. just saw on CNN that there was a metro crash in DC, seven people confirmed dead, probably more. so sad, apparently the ntsb warned them about old train cars and wmata didn't listen to their advice, or didn't have the money to follow their advice. i don't know which is the correct answer. so sad, the metro is so great... and this is the worst crash in metrorail history, and on the second to involve any fatalities. i'm trying to figure out where the crash took place, the pictures show the trains above ground, so i don't think it's in dc proper, probably in virginia or maryland. looking at the pictures, and it's been awhile since i've been on the metro, but it looks like the red line. i used to take the red line a lot, the red line and the orange/blue lines (they overlap a good portion). i took the red line to a mall in maryland, and to church. i hope in the least that metro learns from this tragedy and makes the necessary changes to keep metro safe. i wish i could read where this took place, but i can't find it mentioned in any articles.
yesterday i finished watching season two of the West Wing... and the season finale is probably the best episode of the series. it's called two cathedrals even though i knew what was going to happen, it's still powerful. i think guy from that inside the actor's studio show, lipton, called it the greatest hour on television. i think, i can't remember for sure, he has a tendency to overexaggerate. anyway, its a great episode... the writing, the acting, the cinematography... it all comes together perfectly. and martin sheen does a great job, as he does in the entire series. how that man never won an emmy for his role as president josiah bartlet is just mind-boggling to me. regardless, it's great television. but, and anyone with any familiarity with dc could notice this, at the end the president's motorcade drives from the white house to the state department... but it drives past the national cathedral. the white house is within walking distance from the state department, and national cathedral is not even close to that area. it makes a dramatic point, but driving from the white house to the state deparment via the national cathedral, would be like me driving from appleton to milwaukee and going through green bay. just something i noticed.
oh, yeah, and i'm in appleton now. i won't be going through green bay, though. i came home earlier than intended because i'm going to the brewers-twins game tonight. i have some business to attend to in appleton, so here i am. i waited until seven pm to leave milwaukee yesterday, with no air in my car i wasn't going to drive in the afternoon with the sun directly beating on me. oh yeah, i'm a college grad... i probably wouldn't have thought of that a few months ago.
death toll is now up to nine... i can only hope it doesn't go higher. i was saying to my sister yesterday that if dc had palm trees it'd be my ideal city and i never would have left. that's probably not true... the not leaving part. but the ideal part, definitely. i want to go back there now, there or california. i still have my smartrip, the metro's smart card that you can keep putting money on indefinitely. and i think it has like $18 on it... my last trip i was in a hurry and when you scan your credit card it automatically puts 20 dollars on, and normally that's what i would do. but my last trip i wanted to set the amount lower, but i was in a hurry and didn't. besides, i knew i'd be back. it's on my dresser in my bedroom, ready to be taken at a moments notice on a trip to dc. such a great city, great city to live in, great city to visit, great city to get around in- curtosy of metro... just great.
lots to do, must go now.
salbrent
Sunday, June 21, 2009
DAY 68(i)
11:18 PM
as if my last post wasn't long enough, i feel the need to write more. i thought my brain was sapped of ideas, but apparently not. and i am positively boiling in my oven of an apartment... i suppose baking would be the more appropriately term, i would be boiling on a stove. either way, it involves a range. i know theses things, i was formerly an appliance expert, and i still like to think i am. and i just cannot sleep naked, i'm stripped down as far as i can go, which consists of an undershirt and shorts... that's as far as i can go. the thought of sleeping in the nude is just not doable. but i cannot sleep with socks, that's also a no-no. and i'm breaking my no alcohol rule, as if i didn't break it enough last night. i had some ice-cold high lifes in the fridge, but to be honest i'd just as well pour it on me to cool off as i would drink it. but drinking it is less sticky, so i'm going with that. maybe i should ammend my "no drinking except on vacation" rule to include any vicinity that is outside a fifty mile radius of my house... and milwaukee would then qualify. i still maintain a residence, but not a permanent one. but, no, that's not a good exception, because i certainly don't feel like i'm on vacation while i'm down here.
anyway, the purpose for adding to my already lengthy post is because the last episode i was watching of the west wing mentioned the annnual imf-world bank protests. just like the cherry blossoms blooming (see my blog picture) the world bank-imf (international monetary fund) protests took place each year without fail... i think it coincided with when world leaders were in town. and, if i remember correctly, they take place in the fall, like september or october or something. on the west wing leo mentioned how 17th was closed, pennsylvania was down to one lane from m to 21st... all of this is right in my former neck of the woods. i lived on 19th and F, and one world bank building was across the street. in fact, i'm pretty sure the university owned the land the world bank was on. the world bank and imf buildings were practically on campus, so during the protests it became incredibly hard to move around freely, because they really did close off everything, that is unless you had the right backstage pass. and i did, the pass being the gworld card, our student ids. they couldn't stop us from going to class, so all we had to do was flash our gworlds and the guards and police would wave us through. it was like showing off our laminents. we could go where the protestors couldn't. fun stuff in dc. i also heard, but didn't have the opportunity to experience myself, that they also restrict movement during national elections, with jersey barriers and stuff. i heard stories of students, simply walking around barriers while trying to get to class or maybe a starbucks, and being instantly tackled by secret service. i feel like i missed out. i got to experience the money train, motorcades, the queen of the united kingdom, and getting yelled at by secret service, but i never got tackled by secret service. dammit, should put it on my list of things to do when i'm in dc next.
anyway, as you can tell i enjoy regaling with stories of my time in dc, and it makes me feel like i accomplished a lot in my two years there. anyway, my sister wants to know why east coasters are ugly. she was just watching that new reality show, ny prep, or nyc prep... i don't know, whatever. and she wants to know why they're all ugly. i said it's because they're all stuck up, and your attitude makes a difference. i'm no pinup, but i'm generally happy, kind, and optimistic, and i'd like to think that shows on my face. she agrees. or as she says, "i don't know them personally, but i'm sure they're ugly on the inside." nice. don't attribute that to me, attribute that to her. and i feel like there was more i wanted to talk about, but i think i covered the important topics. and now i've polished off the high life i was drinking, and i'm also pretty sure i've already sweated it all out, hops, barley and all. so, in the spirit of me heading to the fridge, i swear that's all for today. geez, i should miss posts more often. maybe i need a day off every now and then, kinda refresh my brain and give it a chance to come up lots of new stuff to write. yeah, that's it. i'm not gonna do it, but i think that unintentionally happens. anyway, that's all, really heading to the fridge now.
salbrent
as if my last post wasn't long enough, i feel the need to write more. i thought my brain was sapped of ideas, but apparently not. and i am positively boiling in my oven of an apartment... i suppose baking would be the more appropriately term, i would be boiling on a stove. either way, it involves a range. i know theses things, i was formerly an appliance expert, and i still like to think i am. and i just cannot sleep naked, i'm stripped down as far as i can go, which consists of an undershirt and shorts... that's as far as i can go. the thought of sleeping in the nude is just not doable. but i cannot sleep with socks, that's also a no-no. and i'm breaking my no alcohol rule, as if i didn't break it enough last night. i had some ice-cold high lifes in the fridge, but to be honest i'd just as well pour it on me to cool off as i would drink it. but drinking it is less sticky, so i'm going with that. maybe i should ammend my "no drinking except on vacation" rule to include any vicinity that is outside a fifty mile radius of my house... and milwaukee would then qualify. i still maintain a residence, but not a permanent one. but, no, that's not a good exception, because i certainly don't feel like i'm on vacation while i'm down here.
anyway, the purpose for adding to my already lengthy post is because the last episode i was watching of the west wing mentioned the annnual imf-world bank protests. just like the cherry blossoms blooming (see my blog picture) the world bank-imf (international monetary fund) protests took place each year without fail... i think it coincided with when world leaders were in town. and, if i remember correctly, they take place in the fall, like september or october or something. on the west wing leo mentioned how 17th was closed, pennsylvania was down to one lane from m to 21st... all of this is right in my former neck of the woods. i lived on 19th and F, and one world bank building was across the street. in fact, i'm pretty sure the university owned the land the world bank was on. the world bank and imf buildings were practically on campus, so during the protests it became incredibly hard to move around freely, because they really did close off everything, that is unless you had the right backstage pass. and i did, the pass being the gworld card, our student ids. they couldn't stop us from going to class, so all we had to do was flash our gworlds and the guards and police would wave us through. it was like showing off our laminents. we could go where the protestors couldn't. fun stuff in dc. i also heard, but didn't have the opportunity to experience myself, that they also restrict movement during national elections, with jersey barriers and stuff. i heard stories of students, simply walking around barriers while trying to get to class or maybe a starbucks, and being instantly tackled by secret service. i feel like i missed out. i got to experience the money train, motorcades, the queen of the united kingdom, and getting yelled at by secret service, but i never got tackled by secret service. dammit, should put it on my list of things to do when i'm in dc next.
anyway, as you can tell i enjoy regaling with stories of my time in dc, and it makes me feel like i accomplished a lot in my two years there. anyway, my sister wants to know why east coasters are ugly. she was just watching that new reality show, ny prep, or nyc prep... i don't know, whatever. and she wants to know why they're all ugly. i said it's because they're all stuck up, and your attitude makes a difference. i'm no pinup, but i'm generally happy, kind, and optimistic, and i'd like to think that shows on my face. she agrees. or as she says, "i don't know them personally, but i'm sure they're ugly on the inside." nice. don't attribute that to me, attribute that to her. and i feel like there was more i wanted to talk about, but i think i covered the important topics. and now i've polished off the high life i was drinking, and i'm also pretty sure i've already sweated it all out, hops, barley and all. so, in the spirit of me heading to the fridge, i swear that's all for today. geez, i should miss posts more often. maybe i need a day off every now and then, kinda refresh my brain and give it a chance to come up lots of new stuff to write. yeah, that's it. i'm not gonna do it, but i think that unintentionally happens. anyway, that's all, really heading to the fridge now.
salbrent
DAY 68
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
June 21, 2009
Sun 7:07 PM
quite an early blog today... i'm making up for missing one yesterday. but what can i say, i was tired yesterday and didn't want to really blog. tired and kinda buzzed. yes, i was bad, i gave into temptation, and a small bit of peer pressure, but mostly temptation and had a few drinks. a few. if it's possible to have a few while playing drinking games and going on a fiesta-all-you-can-drink-margaritas-and-all-you-can-eat-tacos boat cruise. but to be fair, i only had one margarita cause it was terrible, and i don't know what i was thinking cause i don't really even like good margaritas. i was so thirsty at that point after seven hours of being on my feet at work that i would've drank motor oil if you put it in a plastic cup. my brain wanted lemonade or gatorade, or even just water, and the margarita looked like a combination of these things. but then i would put the cup to my lips and recoil... way too much cheap tequila. but that's what you'll have with all-you-can-drink margaritas. my good friend kept looking at me and laughing, and then went and got me a glass of water. such a sweet friend.
anyway, the boat cruise was but one part of a number of bachlorette party activities. then we went back to the bride-to-be's sisters house and played drinking games. and i just want it to be known that i own at the "never have i ever" segment of the drinking game because i've never done anything. well, almost not done anything. i used to be able to play the "never kissed anyone" line but then i made out with an annonymous boy in a Mandalay Bay club on my 21st birthday in Las Vegas... but i was sober enough to get his name afterward- it was Casey and he was from California but had recently moved to Utah for the snowboarding. later in the night he passed out on a slot machine. magical, isn't it? anyway, making out in las vegas nightclubs aside, i am pure. as pure as you can be when your 21st birthday party is held in las vegas. anyway, i'm getting sidetracked here, but i'm good at this game. except one of the bride's (bride to be, technically) friends knew that i used to live in DC (she had just gottan back from a trip there). we were talking about it, and it was her turn and i was bragging about how great i was at this game and she says, "Never have I ever lived in Washington, DC." guess who was the only one to drink on that one. but, i proudly stood up and proclaimed that i would gladly drink the rest of my beer on that one. and i did, even though i didn't have to. man, i miss dc. we also played the game where you have to speak in questions only. and the same person got me by saying, "Why did you leave DC?" and I replied "Because I was stupid." Eeeee, wrong response, not a question. But, somewhat accurate nonetheless. It was the smart move though, despite what i think now, it's only because I've been watching so much of The West Wing lately.
hopefully there wasn't a lot of sex talk... i mean, it is a bachelorette party. there was some, but i was too busy reading playboy. the talk was making me, the pure one, turn red. and get rather uncomfortable. so i proclaimed that the dirty talk was distracting me from reading playboy and i dismissed myself from the kitchen table to the couch. and as a confident, straight woman i can safely say that i did read it for the articles. no red-blooded man can say that, try as they might, but i can. i read an interview with chris tucker, and an article about the male... erm, unit. sex unit. it is playboy after all, and i became thoroughly educated in all aspects regarding the mechanism of the human penis. can't believe i just typed that in my blog. but, i did, and i've hit the point of no return.
i think i'm more than making up for my lack of post yesterday. and i'm doing my best to focus my efforts on this post and not the excellent west wing episode on just four feet in front of my laptop. it's the one about president bartlet's third state of the union address. the third lady is pissed right now, and josh is freaking out about the coming results of the poll being conducted by joey lucas. and toby just gave a good stat regarding gun violence and gun control... if you add up the populations of the uk, switzerland, australia... and a few other first world countries you get a population equal to the u.s. and just over 100 gun deaths, versus over 30,000 in the u.s. he then questions if it is because americans are more homicidal by nature, or because the formerly mentioned countries have reasonable gun control laws. i'm gonna go with the gun control laws.
anyway, west wing aside i had a nice short shift at work today. and that's why i'm here at the moment. my sister and i just watched a special on tv titled "How Bruce Lee Changed the World." Bruce Lee was the man. the phrase "ahead of his time" never applied to anyone quite so well. he influenced modern philosophy, "be water, my friend," film, athletes' physical regime (working out), and all other aspects of culture. oh yeah, and martial arts. he was truly a renaissance man. he lifted weights at a time that only hardcore bodybuilders did. he recognized the benefit to athletes to lift weights and do strength training, and he had nothing to go on. he used varying techniques and, to reword his own quote, used what worked and scrapped what didn't. he designed his own workout equipment. and his strength to his size ratio was staggering. all you have to do is see his two-finger pushups or one-inch punch. they showed a clip of him kicking a heavy bag, i looked at my sister and said, "can you imagine being hit with that!" she said no way, and i said that i think it would knock your head off. i believe that mortal kombat fatality finishing moves are really just moves that bruce lee could do if given the chance. he also did supplementation with vitamins and made protein shakes, and there weren't gnc's on every corner to buy these kind of things. he was an asian face in television and movies when, in the U.S. at least, asian roles were played by white people and were always terrible caricatures of villains or clumsy people. everyone could look up to him, and he was so quick that he had to slow down his moves for film. he made sure his fight scenes were realistic, no wires. he took an active role in his lines and fight choreography. he's one of the few, and rare, action stars where the action is believable because you know in real life that bruce lee could back up all those flashy kicks and punches. if anything, you can tell he's holding back. dana white, the president of the ufc, calls him the first mixed martial artist. and he certainly is, he combined the best moves from various martial arts and created his own movements. his influence can be felt all over the world. he did all this while only staring in four films and dying tragically at the age of 32. 32, only ten years older than me. and he accomplished all this and so much more.
i think that's why i look up to guys like bruce lee and arnold schwarzenegger. they're so much more than movie stars, they excel in many different things, politics, athletics... they rewrote the rules in their respective fields. before arnold, action stars were puney, arnold was one of the few believable action stars. he was huge, and everything he did, you bought it. after arnold, action stars became big. bruce lee made martial arts movies respectable and put them on the map in the west. and arnold went on to become governor of the largest state in the most powerful country in the world. not bad for an immigrant from a small village in austria. bruce changed not only the landscape of films, but created buzz about martial arts, physical fitness, and so much more. i admire that about people, not being content in focusing on one thing, or being the best in one field. always evolving, always improving. always looking for that next thing. being ahead of the curve. that's how i am. now, i'm not comparing myself to arnold or bruce, but saying that i have broad interests. i'm all over the place, i'm into lots of varying things. i think it makes life more interesting that way. i enjoy things that are mainstream, and things that aren't. i can go with the flow, and create my own path. i hope in the future i can excel not only in one thing, but many. i want to be like arnold and bruce. and i like how i've put myself on a first-name basis with both of them. maybe it's telling that next to my bed on my wall i have pictures of bruce lee, muhammad ali, and kurt cobain. not because i think they're cute or hot or anything like that, well, bruce lee is cute, even my sister agrees. but because they're important people. back home in appleton i even have a picture of fdr on my bookcase. or at least i used to, i don't really remember now. fdr, the greatest president. or greatest modern president, not sure if anyone can hold a candle to george washington. he was perhaps just a great man, not sure what he did as president compared to being general. but just being the first, the first president of the most powerful country ever. he must've done something well, he set things in motion. and i'm certainly biased, having attended his namesake university for two years. and lived in his namesake city for two years. and used to use his monument as a guiding light whenever lost with friends navigating said city by car, which rarely happend... thanks again metro. but fdr, he's the president i always chose to him when we had to do school papers on presidents. i think i also admired the fact that he was elected to four terms. and to think, he was a cripple! we elected a cripple! never could in the television age, heck, we could never even elect a short guy. that's too bad, how many good, qualified people are excluded from politics because of their cosmetic issues? although, i suppose the same could be said about a minority president, and yet, here we are. president obama truly does give hope to all americans. hopefully in the future it won't matter if you're disabled, or short, or a woman. it already doesn't matter if you're black. good to know this country continues to move ahead. sometimes slower than we'd wish it, but it is moving. despite continued efforts from republicans. ha, had to get that jab in there before i ended this subject.
yes, this blog more than made up for my lack of one yesterday. i don't know if i mentioned this, but a few days ago i chatted with my best friend who's currently in china. she comes back in a few weeks, but it was great to chat with her. and i think she was as excited as i was when her reply to my query "what's up" was "SALBRENT!" she's the one who gave me that nickname. and having your friends give you a nickname is the ultimate vindication of complete acceptance. and it makes you feel good. having a nickname makes you feel all warm inside. i got this nickname not too long after moving to dc and starting college. and it felt great. first time i was ever given a nickname by my peers... not peers, friends. my friends. i never had a lot of friends in high school, now don't be sad for me, i'm not saying this for sympathy thoughts or anything, i just say it cause its the truth. i had a handful of very, very good friends, which was great. and they continue to be great friends. and i'd like to say that i was liked by everyone, everyone in my class would probably count me as an aquaintance. i could mingle with everyone, but i didn't have that large group of friends to do things with on weekends. which is fine, i'm an introvert by nature, big parties don't appeal to me. but then i got to college, and i had two groups of great friends to do things with. i never fit in in high school, amongst a group of people who were overwhelmingly white, and predominantly catholic, i didn't fit in. i had the wrong last name, and went to the wrong church. i lived there my whole life, and yet, i was eternally the outsider. which is fine, i enjoy being an individual. but then i get to gw, where people aren't just christian, they're muslim, and jewish, and atheist, and whatever else, and they're not all white, they're asian, and black, and everything else... and suddenly i, the white girl from the midwest, fit in. because in a diverse climate, everyone fits in. and it's great, i loved it. with my midwest roots, i was in ways a novelty. most everyone else was from the east coast, and i had a special attribute by being from the midwest. and everyone had unique, individual attributes. and everyone "fit in." and you learn so much just by hanging out with your friends and sharing experiences. and its great. i know i talk about this a lot, the difference between my social life in high school and college, but it was just such a turning point in my life. i knew as soon as i got there, that i couldn't remain in the non-diverse midwest for the rest of my life. and i credit my parents for preparing me, nah, conditioning me for gw and dc. we traveled each summer, to different states, different countries, diverse cities. so, and i know saying this will sound archaic, but i don't do a double take when i see an african-american or a minority, which is more than i can say for many of my peers from high school. a person's religion is not the most important thing to me, i value it like i hope they value mine, but i don't judge them if they don't share the same views as me. it makes the world a more interesting place to live by having differing views and different people. and that's a lot more than i can say for people in my hometown. and i think i surprised people when i got to gw and i was the open-minded and accepting midwestern kid. i'm glad i was able to dispel some stereotypes as people from the midwest being closed-minded, and, like many stereotypes, there is truth to it. because some people are, and some people are on the east and west coasts too, but not as much. so, that's the end of that. in conclusion, i thank my parents for giving me great experiences as a kid. this created an adventurous and couragous adult. and as a sidenote, i just remember one conversation i had with a classmate from high school about college. i talked about how much i loved living in dc, and my friend, who attended a midwest school (like everyone else) said, "well, at least when i leave my campus it isn't scary." scary, you know, because all cities are just decrepid, crime-ridden, hell holes. i was just stunned, i said, "do you know where i live? i walk two blocks from my dorm and i'm in front of the white house. i have university police, metro police, and secret service all overlapping on my campus. and i leave campus and it's scary?" it amazed me the thoughts people back home had about dc... isn't full of crime?, they'd say. "no, it's not." i'd reply. "isn't it the murder capital of the u.s.?" maybe in the eighties, i'd reply. dc is an amazing and beautiful city, a city that i'm not afraid to walk around at night downtown. mostly because nobody lives downtown, you walk past a bunch of empty office buildings and security officers. and that's more than i can say about milwaukee. i don't like walking around after 8 pm by myself.
anyway, back to what i wanted to talk about, we chatted until 2:30 am, which was something like 2:30 pm in china. she told me she's seen a lot of knockoff vans (my footwear of choice) in china and everytime she thought of me. i told her we'd have to do a long weekend in dc sometime in the future. she said we had to. i consider it a done deal, all to do now is pick a weekend and book a flight. and i'm an expert at that.
just took a break to play dance dance revolution with my sister. i sucked, but not because i suck (on the contrary, i rock at the game) but because her new hdtv isn't synced right as far as the sound goes. this is one downside to hdtvs, and i'm familiar with it as a gamer and hdtv owner. anyway, a small price to pay for a gorgeous picture. and a lit-up sony logo. she really likes that feature of the tv, moreso i think than the picture quality. man, my apartment is so hot... so hot indeed. and having a tv and lights on, not to mention a hot laptop on my lap, certainly doesn't help. and on that note, i think i've squeezed my brain clean of any new thoughts. all this while watching two and a half episodes of the west wing. and on that note.
salbrent
June 21, 2009
Sun 7:07 PM
quite an early blog today... i'm making up for missing one yesterday. but what can i say, i was tired yesterday and didn't want to really blog. tired and kinda buzzed. yes, i was bad, i gave into temptation, and a small bit of peer pressure, but mostly temptation and had a few drinks. a few. if it's possible to have a few while playing drinking games and going on a fiesta-all-you-can-drink-margaritas-and-all-you-can-eat-tacos boat cruise. but to be fair, i only had one margarita cause it was terrible, and i don't know what i was thinking cause i don't really even like good margaritas. i was so thirsty at that point after seven hours of being on my feet at work that i would've drank motor oil if you put it in a plastic cup. my brain wanted lemonade or gatorade, or even just water, and the margarita looked like a combination of these things. but then i would put the cup to my lips and recoil... way too much cheap tequila. but that's what you'll have with all-you-can-drink margaritas. my good friend kept looking at me and laughing, and then went and got me a glass of water. such a sweet friend.
anyway, the boat cruise was but one part of a number of bachlorette party activities. then we went back to the bride-to-be's sisters house and played drinking games. and i just want it to be known that i own at the "never have i ever" segment of the drinking game because i've never done anything. well, almost not done anything. i used to be able to play the "never kissed anyone" line but then i made out with an annonymous boy in a Mandalay Bay club on my 21st birthday in Las Vegas... but i was sober enough to get his name afterward- it was Casey and he was from California but had recently moved to Utah for the snowboarding. later in the night he passed out on a slot machine. magical, isn't it? anyway, making out in las vegas nightclubs aside, i am pure. as pure as you can be when your 21st birthday party is held in las vegas. anyway, i'm getting sidetracked here, but i'm good at this game. except one of the bride's (bride to be, technically) friends knew that i used to live in DC (she had just gottan back from a trip there). we were talking about it, and it was her turn and i was bragging about how great i was at this game and she says, "Never have I ever lived in Washington, DC." guess who was the only one to drink on that one. but, i proudly stood up and proclaimed that i would gladly drink the rest of my beer on that one. and i did, even though i didn't have to. man, i miss dc. we also played the game where you have to speak in questions only. and the same person got me by saying, "Why did you leave DC?" and I replied "Because I was stupid." Eeeee, wrong response, not a question. But, somewhat accurate nonetheless. It was the smart move though, despite what i think now, it's only because I've been watching so much of The West Wing lately.
hopefully there wasn't a lot of sex talk... i mean, it is a bachelorette party. there was some, but i was too busy reading playboy. the talk was making me, the pure one, turn red. and get rather uncomfortable. so i proclaimed that the dirty talk was distracting me from reading playboy and i dismissed myself from the kitchen table to the couch. and as a confident, straight woman i can safely say that i did read it for the articles. no red-blooded man can say that, try as they might, but i can. i read an interview with chris tucker, and an article about the male... erm, unit. sex unit. it is playboy after all, and i became thoroughly educated in all aspects regarding the mechanism of the human penis. can't believe i just typed that in my blog. but, i did, and i've hit the point of no return.
i think i'm more than making up for my lack of post yesterday. and i'm doing my best to focus my efforts on this post and not the excellent west wing episode on just four feet in front of my laptop. it's the one about president bartlet's third state of the union address. the third lady is pissed right now, and josh is freaking out about the coming results of the poll being conducted by joey lucas. and toby just gave a good stat regarding gun violence and gun control... if you add up the populations of the uk, switzerland, australia... and a few other first world countries you get a population equal to the u.s. and just over 100 gun deaths, versus over 30,000 in the u.s. he then questions if it is because americans are more homicidal by nature, or because the formerly mentioned countries have reasonable gun control laws. i'm gonna go with the gun control laws.
anyway, west wing aside i had a nice short shift at work today. and that's why i'm here at the moment. my sister and i just watched a special on tv titled "How Bruce Lee Changed the World." Bruce Lee was the man. the phrase "ahead of his time" never applied to anyone quite so well. he influenced modern philosophy, "be water, my friend," film, athletes' physical regime (working out), and all other aspects of culture. oh yeah, and martial arts. he was truly a renaissance man. he lifted weights at a time that only hardcore bodybuilders did. he recognized the benefit to athletes to lift weights and do strength training, and he had nothing to go on. he used varying techniques and, to reword his own quote, used what worked and scrapped what didn't. he designed his own workout equipment. and his strength to his size ratio was staggering. all you have to do is see his two-finger pushups or one-inch punch. they showed a clip of him kicking a heavy bag, i looked at my sister and said, "can you imagine being hit with that!" she said no way, and i said that i think it would knock your head off. i believe that mortal kombat fatality finishing moves are really just moves that bruce lee could do if given the chance. he also did supplementation with vitamins and made protein shakes, and there weren't gnc's on every corner to buy these kind of things. he was an asian face in television and movies when, in the U.S. at least, asian roles were played by white people and were always terrible caricatures of villains or clumsy people. everyone could look up to him, and he was so quick that he had to slow down his moves for film. he made sure his fight scenes were realistic, no wires. he took an active role in his lines and fight choreography. he's one of the few, and rare, action stars where the action is believable because you know in real life that bruce lee could back up all those flashy kicks and punches. if anything, you can tell he's holding back. dana white, the president of the ufc, calls him the first mixed martial artist. and he certainly is, he combined the best moves from various martial arts and created his own movements. his influence can be felt all over the world. he did all this while only staring in four films and dying tragically at the age of 32. 32, only ten years older than me. and he accomplished all this and so much more.
i think that's why i look up to guys like bruce lee and arnold schwarzenegger. they're so much more than movie stars, they excel in many different things, politics, athletics... they rewrote the rules in their respective fields. before arnold, action stars were puney, arnold was one of the few believable action stars. he was huge, and everything he did, you bought it. after arnold, action stars became big. bruce lee made martial arts movies respectable and put them on the map in the west. and arnold went on to become governor of the largest state in the most powerful country in the world. not bad for an immigrant from a small village in austria. bruce changed not only the landscape of films, but created buzz about martial arts, physical fitness, and so much more. i admire that about people, not being content in focusing on one thing, or being the best in one field. always evolving, always improving. always looking for that next thing. being ahead of the curve. that's how i am. now, i'm not comparing myself to arnold or bruce, but saying that i have broad interests. i'm all over the place, i'm into lots of varying things. i think it makes life more interesting that way. i enjoy things that are mainstream, and things that aren't. i can go with the flow, and create my own path. i hope in the future i can excel not only in one thing, but many. i want to be like arnold and bruce. and i like how i've put myself on a first-name basis with both of them. maybe it's telling that next to my bed on my wall i have pictures of bruce lee, muhammad ali, and kurt cobain. not because i think they're cute or hot or anything like that, well, bruce lee is cute, even my sister agrees. but because they're important people. back home in appleton i even have a picture of fdr on my bookcase. or at least i used to, i don't really remember now. fdr, the greatest president. or greatest modern president, not sure if anyone can hold a candle to george washington. he was perhaps just a great man, not sure what he did as president compared to being general. but just being the first, the first president of the most powerful country ever. he must've done something well, he set things in motion. and i'm certainly biased, having attended his namesake university for two years. and lived in his namesake city for two years. and used to use his monument as a guiding light whenever lost with friends navigating said city by car, which rarely happend... thanks again metro. but fdr, he's the president i always chose to him when we had to do school papers on presidents. i think i also admired the fact that he was elected to four terms. and to think, he was a cripple! we elected a cripple! never could in the television age, heck, we could never even elect a short guy. that's too bad, how many good, qualified people are excluded from politics because of their cosmetic issues? although, i suppose the same could be said about a minority president, and yet, here we are. president obama truly does give hope to all americans. hopefully in the future it won't matter if you're disabled, or short, or a woman. it already doesn't matter if you're black. good to know this country continues to move ahead. sometimes slower than we'd wish it, but it is moving. despite continued efforts from republicans. ha, had to get that jab in there before i ended this subject.
yes, this blog more than made up for my lack of one yesterday. i don't know if i mentioned this, but a few days ago i chatted with my best friend who's currently in china. she comes back in a few weeks, but it was great to chat with her. and i think she was as excited as i was when her reply to my query "what's up" was "SALBRENT!" she's the one who gave me that nickname. and having your friends give you a nickname is the ultimate vindication of complete acceptance. and it makes you feel good. having a nickname makes you feel all warm inside. i got this nickname not too long after moving to dc and starting college. and it felt great. first time i was ever given a nickname by my peers... not peers, friends. my friends. i never had a lot of friends in high school, now don't be sad for me, i'm not saying this for sympathy thoughts or anything, i just say it cause its the truth. i had a handful of very, very good friends, which was great. and they continue to be great friends. and i'd like to say that i was liked by everyone, everyone in my class would probably count me as an aquaintance. i could mingle with everyone, but i didn't have that large group of friends to do things with on weekends. which is fine, i'm an introvert by nature, big parties don't appeal to me. but then i got to college, and i had two groups of great friends to do things with. i never fit in in high school, amongst a group of people who were overwhelmingly white, and predominantly catholic, i didn't fit in. i had the wrong last name, and went to the wrong church. i lived there my whole life, and yet, i was eternally the outsider. which is fine, i enjoy being an individual. but then i get to gw, where people aren't just christian, they're muslim, and jewish, and atheist, and whatever else, and they're not all white, they're asian, and black, and everything else... and suddenly i, the white girl from the midwest, fit in. because in a diverse climate, everyone fits in. and it's great, i loved it. with my midwest roots, i was in ways a novelty. most everyone else was from the east coast, and i had a special attribute by being from the midwest. and everyone had unique, individual attributes. and everyone "fit in." and you learn so much just by hanging out with your friends and sharing experiences. and its great. i know i talk about this a lot, the difference between my social life in high school and college, but it was just such a turning point in my life. i knew as soon as i got there, that i couldn't remain in the non-diverse midwest for the rest of my life. and i credit my parents for preparing me, nah, conditioning me for gw and dc. we traveled each summer, to different states, different countries, diverse cities. so, and i know saying this will sound archaic, but i don't do a double take when i see an african-american or a minority, which is more than i can say for many of my peers from high school. a person's religion is not the most important thing to me, i value it like i hope they value mine, but i don't judge them if they don't share the same views as me. it makes the world a more interesting place to live by having differing views and different people. and that's a lot more than i can say for people in my hometown. and i think i surprised people when i got to gw and i was the open-minded and accepting midwestern kid. i'm glad i was able to dispel some stereotypes as people from the midwest being closed-minded, and, like many stereotypes, there is truth to it. because some people are, and some people are on the east and west coasts too, but not as much. so, that's the end of that. in conclusion, i thank my parents for giving me great experiences as a kid. this created an adventurous and couragous adult. and as a sidenote, i just remember one conversation i had with a classmate from high school about college. i talked about how much i loved living in dc, and my friend, who attended a midwest school (like everyone else) said, "well, at least when i leave my campus it isn't scary." scary, you know, because all cities are just decrepid, crime-ridden, hell holes. i was just stunned, i said, "do you know where i live? i walk two blocks from my dorm and i'm in front of the white house. i have university police, metro police, and secret service all overlapping on my campus. and i leave campus and it's scary?" it amazed me the thoughts people back home had about dc... isn't full of crime?, they'd say. "no, it's not." i'd reply. "isn't it the murder capital of the u.s.?" maybe in the eighties, i'd reply. dc is an amazing and beautiful city, a city that i'm not afraid to walk around at night downtown. mostly because nobody lives downtown, you walk past a bunch of empty office buildings and security officers. and that's more than i can say about milwaukee. i don't like walking around after 8 pm by myself.
anyway, back to what i wanted to talk about, we chatted until 2:30 am, which was something like 2:30 pm in china. she told me she's seen a lot of knockoff vans (my footwear of choice) in china and everytime she thought of me. i told her we'd have to do a long weekend in dc sometime in the future. she said we had to. i consider it a done deal, all to do now is pick a weekend and book a flight. and i'm an expert at that.
just took a break to play dance dance revolution with my sister. i sucked, but not because i suck (on the contrary, i rock at the game) but because her new hdtv isn't synced right as far as the sound goes. this is one downside to hdtvs, and i'm familiar with it as a gamer and hdtv owner. anyway, a small price to pay for a gorgeous picture. and a lit-up sony logo. she really likes that feature of the tv, moreso i think than the picture quality. man, my apartment is so hot... so hot indeed. and having a tv and lights on, not to mention a hot laptop on my lap, certainly doesn't help. and on that note, i think i've squeezed my brain clean of any new thoughts. all this while watching two and a half episodes of the west wing. and on that note.
salbrent
Saturday, June 20, 2009
DAY 67
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
June 20, 2009
Sat 12:25 AM
i just don't feel like blogging lately, which is too bad, cause i really do enjoy it. it's a good conduit and release from all the thoughts in my head which have the potential to drive me crazy throughout the day. it's quite a release, a detox, if you will, of the day. but lately, work leaves me so exhausted, my feet and my brain. and as if that isn't enough, it's been incredibly frustrating lately. and, i know i know, i don't talk about work, but i figure making broad generalizations can't hurt, can it? anyway, work's been frustrating lately, which in and of itself is frustrating because i am an incredibly easy-going person. i don't get caught up in office politics and all that. but, lately, i feel like i'm being taken for granted, which i don't like. nobody does. and i'm not going to take it anymore. i'm not gonna be the pushover, i'm gonna stand up for myself. if only this society allowed disagreements and frustrations to be settled by hand to hand combat... i'd feel much more at ease in the world. but no, you gotta discuss things as "civilized" people. i'm not a discusser, i'm a doer, and i like to do my own thing. and as an introvert, i hate having discussions that can be avoided. i'd rather my fists did the talking.
this typing is making me come off as a mentally unbalanced, violent person. nothing coulde be further from the truth, i have never been in a fight outside a ring, and, really, i'm more mad at myself for being a push-over. i'm too non-confrontational, i'm only saying that i'd do better if people fought their disagreements and arguments to conclusions, and i'm fairly certain i'd come out on top most of the time. i'm not a complainer, and i can put up with most anything. but being taken for granted... this i cannot stand for.
alright, that's enough discussion about work for one post, notice how i made no specific arguments, used no names (heck, i don't even write friends names in this blog) and i've still never mentioned where i work or what i do. i think i'm pretty safe in all this. and to just highlight what a desirable employee i am i'll say this... in my five-year employment history working, oh... six or so different jobs, i have never missed a day (aside from vacation days arranged for far in advance), i have never called in sick, and i've been late once... just the other day i was about 20 minutes late... but i called and gave a heads up, it was no problem, and it was due to my two-hour commute... which i think is pretty reasonable. for three summers and one winter i worked in a manufacturing plant and not once did i ever punch in late, not once. and i've never taken a sick-day, never even taken a *wink *wink sick day where i really just wanted to go go-karting or see a movie or something. work is work, and i value loyalty above almost all else. people in this day and age are not loyal, if i say i'm going to do something, i do it. people all the time say, oh yeah, i'll call you, or, yeah, i'll do this. and they never follow through. not me, loyal, that's what you can call me. Loyalty, a quality severely lacking in people today... everyone just looks out for themselves. and i guess, if i have one big flaw (and i have several) it would be that i don't look out for myself enough. i expect others to look out for their peers, and while i do it, i find no one is looking out for me. certainly not my work right now. fuck it, i gotta do a better job of looking out for myself.
man, there's so much more i wanted to write about. about how mountain dew brought back the "game fuel" flavor (dew with a blast of citrus cherry flavor) much to my detriment. how iran finally shut down twitter, facebook, and other networking sites in that country. how i saw that funny captain morgan restroom sign in green bay again... i took a picture of it too, i'll try to post it tomorrow or something, i need to put pictures and stuff into my blog more often, you know, make it more interactive. and tons more... hopefully i'll remember to do it tomorrow, and hopefully i won't feel as apathetic as well. but i gotta say, for a blog that i thought would be two short paragraphs, i did a pretty damn good job.
salbrent
June 20, 2009
Sat 12:25 AM
i just don't feel like blogging lately, which is too bad, cause i really do enjoy it. it's a good conduit and release from all the thoughts in my head which have the potential to drive me crazy throughout the day. it's quite a release, a detox, if you will, of the day. but lately, work leaves me so exhausted, my feet and my brain. and as if that isn't enough, it's been incredibly frustrating lately. and, i know i know, i don't talk about work, but i figure making broad generalizations can't hurt, can it? anyway, work's been frustrating lately, which in and of itself is frustrating because i am an incredibly easy-going person. i don't get caught up in office politics and all that. but, lately, i feel like i'm being taken for granted, which i don't like. nobody does. and i'm not going to take it anymore. i'm not gonna be the pushover, i'm gonna stand up for myself. if only this society allowed disagreements and frustrations to be settled by hand to hand combat... i'd feel much more at ease in the world. but no, you gotta discuss things as "civilized" people. i'm not a discusser, i'm a doer, and i like to do my own thing. and as an introvert, i hate having discussions that can be avoided. i'd rather my fists did the talking.
this typing is making me come off as a mentally unbalanced, violent person. nothing coulde be further from the truth, i have never been in a fight outside a ring, and, really, i'm more mad at myself for being a push-over. i'm too non-confrontational, i'm only saying that i'd do better if people fought their disagreements and arguments to conclusions, and i'm fairly certain i'd come out on top most of the time. i'm not a complainer, and i can put up with most anything. but being taken for granted... this i cannot stand for.
alright, that's enough discussion about work for one post, notice how i made no specific arguments, used no names (heck, i don't even write friends names in this blog) and i've still never mentioned where i work or what i do. i think i'm pretty safe in all this. and to just highlight what a desirable employee i am i'll say this... in my five-year employment history working, oh... six or so different jobs, i have never missed a day (aside from vacation days arranged for far in advance), i have never called in sick, and i've been late once... just the other day i was about 20 minutes late... but i called and gave a heads up, it was no problem, and it was due to my two-hour commute... which i think is pretty reasonable. for three summers and one winter i worked in a manufacturing plant and not once did i ever punch in late, not once. and i've never taken a sick-day, never even taken a *wink *wink sick day where i really just wanted to go go-karting or see a movie or something. work is work, and i value loyalty above almost all else. people in this day and age are not loyal, if i say i'm going to do something, i do it. people all the time say, oh yeah, i'll call you, or, yeah, i'll do this. and they never follow through. not me, loyal, that's what you can call me. Loyalty, a quality severely lacking in people today... everyone just looks out for themselves. and i guess, if i have one big flaw (and i have several) it would be that i don't look out for myself enough. i expect others to look out for their peers, and while i do it, i find no one is looking out for me. certainly not my work right now. fuck it, i gotta do a better job of looking out for myself.
man, there's so much more i wanted to write about. about how mountain dew brought back the "game fuel" flavor (dew with a blast of citrus cherry flavor) much to my detriment. how iran finally shut down twitter, facebook, and other networking sites in that country. how i saw that funny captain morgan restroom sign in green bay again... i took a picture of it too, i'll try to post it tomorrow or something, i need to put pictures and stuff into my blog more often, you know, make it more interactive. and tons more... hopefully i'll remember to do it tomorrow, and hopefully i won't feel as apathetic as well. but i gotta say, for a blog that i thought would be two short paragraphs, i did a pretty damn good job.
salbrent
Friday, June 19, 2009
DAY 66(i)
oh, and congrats to Alexander Ovechkin on winning the Hart Trophy for the second season in a row. it's the mvp trophy of the nhl. now if only the caps can win the stanley cup next year.
salbrent
salbrent
DAY 66
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
June 19, 2009
Fri 1:33 AM
i love the west wing... seriously, i cannot believe it took me this long to buy it on dvd. right now i'm watching the thanksgiving episode where josh, sam, and toby tell the turkey delivery guy to put the two tukeys (one to be pardoned by the president) in cj cregg's room and let them wander around. i'm sorry, if you haven't ever watched the west wing this makes no sense, but it's great, go watch it.
oh, and right now i'm glad to be alive. not as much glad, or amazed, but... well, i guess i'm happy my car is in one piece. it's the storm of the century here in milwaukee and i drove through it at midnight. and i'm pretty sure i've mentioned my shoddy windshield wipers before... so, basically it was like driving in a hurricane with no wipers at night. i could not see a thing, somehow i made it on and off the highway by following cars in front of me. and i paid attention at the right moment and got off the highway at my exit. i rolled down my windows, ignoring the fact that i, and the inside of my car, was getting soaked. that was all i could see. i hit a curb on locust, but, that's the worst thing that happened. i avoided what i estimate to be a level four whitewater spout in the middle of the road due to overflooding of the manhole... and somehow made it back to my apartment in one piece. when i got on the highway the highway was flooded... the highway! seriously, it was insane. and i was on quite a high when i got out. i was shaking, i mean, i'm good under pressure, i kept my cool the entire drive, although there might be indents on my steering wheel from my grip. when i got out of the car i dropped to my knees and thanked god... again. i thanked him a few times on the drive back. and this is supposed to continue until 7 am... great.
and i went to the lesbian bar and a hitchhiker wanted me to pick him up. i'd write in more detail but the high of surviving that drive has ended and the west wing is done on this disc. and i'm tired. i'll try to write more tomorrow. till then.
salbrent
June 19, 2009
Fri 1:33 AM
i love the west wing... seriously, i cannot believe it took me this long to buy it on dvd. right now i'm watching the thanksgiving episode where josh, sam, and toby tell the turkey delivery guy to put the two tukeys (one to be pardoned by the president) in cj cregg's room and let them wander around. i'm sorry, if you haven't ever watched the west wing this makes no sense, but it's great, go watch it.
oh, and right now i'm glad to be alive. not as much glad, or amazed, but... well, i guess i'm happy my car is in one piece. it's the storm of the century here in milwaukee and i drove through it at midnight. and i'm pretty sure i've mentioned my shoddy windshield wipers before... so, basically it was like driving in a hurricane with no wipers at night. i could not see a thing, somehow i made it on and off the highway by following cars in front of me. and i paid attention at the right moment and got off the highway at my exit. i rolled down my windows, ignoring the fact that i, and the inside of my car, was getting soaked. that was all i could see. i hit a curb on locust, but, that's the worst thing that happened. i avoided what i estimate to be a level four whitewater spout in the middle of the road due to overflooding of the manhole... and somehow made it back to my apartment in one piece. when i got on the highway the highway was flooded... the highway! seriously, it was insane. and i was on quite a high when i got out. i was shaking, i mean, i'm good under pressure, i kept my cool the entire drive, although there might be indents on my steering wheel from my grip. when i got out of the car i dropped to my knees and thanked god... again. i thanked him a few times on the drive back. and this is supposed to continue until 7 am... great.
and i went to the lesbian bar and a hitchhiker wanted me to pick him up. i'd write in more detail but the high of surviving that drive has ended and the west wing is done on this disc. and i'm tired. i'll try to write more tomorrow. till then.
salbrent
Thursday, June 18, 2009
DAY 65
Appleton, Wisconsin
June 18, 2009
Thu 1:23 AM
just got back from poker up in green bay, i took third in the last game, impressive because i won a total of two hands before the final table... patience is everything in hold 'em poker. anyway, i'm tired, have lots to do tomorrow, and so will keep this post brief.
in sporting news north korea made the world cup... and how many defectors will there be? i suppose south africa isn't the ideal place to defect, but i'm pretty sure any country on earth beats north korea. iran must seem like paradise compared to that place. sudan... beautiful. iraq, great climate. also in the soccer world the iranian team sported green armbands, a show of support for the guy who didn't win the election. that takes balls, so good for them. they eventually have to return to iran, i'm sure the officials will just ignore that little gesture.
ok, really now i must sleep. still mad that my room is not clean, and i won't be back in appleton for probably two weeks. ugh, i hate commuting, this sucks.
salbrent
June 18, 2009
Thu 1:23 AM
just got back from poker up in green bay, i took third in the last game, impressive because i won a total of two hands before the final table... patience is everything in hold 'em poker. anyway, i'm tired, have lots to do tomorrow, and so will keep this post brief.
in sporting news north korea made the world cup... and how many defectors will there be? i suppose south africa isn't the ideal place to defect, but i'm pretty sure any country on earth beats north korea. iran must seem like paradise compared to that place. sudan... beautiful. iraq, great climate. also in the soccer world the iranian team sported green armbands, a show of support for the guy who didn't win the election. that takes balls, so good for them. they eventually have to return to iran, i'm sure the officials will just ignore that little gesture.
ok, really now i must sleep. still mad that my room is not clean, and i won't be back in appleton for probably two weeks. ugh, i hate commuting, this sucks.
salbrent
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
DAY 64
Appleton, Wisconsin
June 16, 2009
Tue 9:52 PM
i am the deputy chief of staff, that is me. i'm josh lyman of, well, i probably can't say and shouldn't. sometime in the future i will, but right now i can't. but, my deputy chief of staff duties today required me to get a key out of a locked house and feed fish. i was successful in both, with the aid of a cellphone and a locksmith.
if you're reading this you probably wonder what the heck the above paragraph was all about. i would too if i hadn't lived the events of today, but, regardless, this blog serves to be an online personal diary as much as an outlet for me to make witty comments on things i deam worth discussing.
like iran, not easy to make jokes about that powderkeg of a country. i hope another revolution breaks out and they make real progess. not that violence is a good thing, it's not, but that country needs change now. two of my favorite professors were persian and of course they lived here because they were academics. dr. nasr is probably the smartest guy i've ever been in a room with, let alone had the pleasure of listening to a lecture by. and i mean that, the course i took on islam was one of my favorite courses. i've always enjoyed the social studies... history, geography, all that stuff. but, i got my degree in business because what can you do with social studies except study it and teach it. it's a circle major, learn it, teach it to others who study it and teach it... no where to go. business has more opportunites, but i always say that if i could study and pick a major for fun that would be interesting it would be religious studies. nothing is as fascinating to me than learning about the varying faiths and religions of the world. i took a course on it in high school, and i had the chance to take two, well, three kinda in college. a course on islam, a course on confucianism, and a course in hebrew literature. and i loved them, because they were taught by men who were absolutely experts in these areas in every sense of the world. dr. nasr, who taught the islam course i took at gw, is the preeminent expert on islam in the western world, hearing him talk is like opening up an encyclopedia. he knows everything and is an incredibly learned guy, i think he went to m.i.t. and studied physics as well. brilliant, brilliant man. and a good class to take, islam being the religion of over a billion people and the second largest after only christianity, and i'd like to think i have that one down pretty good. the confucianism class was also amazing, my professor lived in china for many years and interpretted the analects in a way contrary to many others. it's amazing how confucianism influnced not only the largest country in the world (population wise) but almost all of east asia. and the hebrew literature class was awesome because it required reading the books of the old testament as literature and not religious texts. and it was great to have a professor who could read hebrew and would comment on when the translation was wrong. this guy wasn't just an expert in all things hebrew and israeli, he was a former israeli paratrooper... those guys are up there with the u.s. navy seals, british marine commandos, and select others as being among the most badass guys in the world. he reigned down destruction from the sky and here he is discussing ancient hebrew texts and israeli poetry. wonderful, wonderful class.
hmm, i meant to write about iran and i got sidetracked onto college, amazing how easily that happens. anyway, iran needs change, it's a unique country that is bogged down by crazy leaders. it's a shiite persian country in the neighborhood of a bunch of sunni arab countries. not to mention it's also a neighbor to afghanistan, which is about as stable as the 20 dollar desk i bought at wal-mart. iran could be a leader in the region, instead it's the crazy uncle who gets your attention just because you want to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. and you're kinda always worried he might. i'm fortunate to not have any crazy uncles, and maybe i'm trying to make sense of a country, a region, that i couldn't possibly understand anything about. but i make the attempt nonetheless, try to make witty comments. they're probably just lame comments, but in my head they're witty. but i hope iran becomes stable in my lifetime. the persians are a good people and they deserve it, from my brilliant professors, to the lady who owns the persian restaurant i frequent. they're good people, and i think iran is full of good people who can't realize the potential they could if things weren't so crazy. from fixed elections to ayatollahs who have all the power. i'm glad i don't live in iran. i'm pretty sure i couldn't write this blog like i do, or i could but with more hesitation. but, apparently the spurned electorate is taking to the information superhighway streets of twitter... so much so that the u.s. state department asked twitter to delay scheduled site maitanence so that iranians could continue to send messages, which of course the state department was monitoring. amazing, who needs spies when you have internet networking sites... and i mean, twitter? seriously, twitter? but, fortunately i don't have to worry about fixed elections, only elections with which i disagree with the outcome. and that has yet to happen in my adult, voting career. and, i'm guessing if i lived in iran that i couldn't wear my present attire, which consists of no shoes, black hurley boardshorts, and a white ufc fight club t-shirt. i don't think any of that would fall under iran's dress code.
and i just gotta say, i love these boardshorts. love them, they're so comfortable and yet stylish. well, i think they're stylish. they fit my own personal style, and that's all that matters. i bought two pairs of hurley boardshorts before i went to san diego, because you can't lie on the beach in jeans, and that's all i had in my wardrobe. i'm glad i have shorts for this summer, boardshorts. so comfortable, i love them. they have this little elastic loop on the right by the pocket, i wonder what's that for? maybe you loop your keys on them or something, so that when surfing your keys stay in your pocket. that's not a concern of mine, as long as my cellphone stays in my pocket while i drive i'm all set.
i should really get to sleep now. it was my intent to get to sleep earlier than normal tonight so i could get up earlier and clean my room. still haven't done that yet. i was gonna today, but my deputy chief of staff duties got in the way. tomorrow, i want to get it done. it's just a matter of getting the stuff out of my room that doesn't need to be there anymore. but, watching the west wing, i could watch this all night. i was gonna talk about the three athlete boneheads from last week, marian hossa, milton bradley, and the met who dropped the what would have been the final out and instead dropped it leading to a loss to the yankees. hopefully, i'll write about them tomorrow. i wrote it here so that i might remember to mention it tomorrow. i'll finish up this west wing episode and then go to bed.
salbrent
June 16, 2009
Tue 9:52 PM
i am the deputy chief of staff, that is me. i'm josh lyman of, well, i probably can't say and shouldn't. sometime in the future i will, but right now i can't. but, my deputy chief of staff duties today required me to get a key out of a locked house and feed fish. i was successful in both, with the aid of a cellphone and a locksmith.
if you're reading this you probably wonder what the heck the above paragraph was all about. i would too if i hadn't lived the events of today, but, regardless, this blog serves to be an online personal diary as much as an outlet for me to make witty comments on things i deam worth discussing.
like iran, not easy to make jokes about that powderkeg of a country. i hope another revolution breaks out and they make real progess. not that violence is a good thing, it's not, but that country needs change now. two of my favorite professors were persian and of course they lived here because they were academics. dr. nasr is probably the smartest guy i've ever been in a room with, let alone had the pleasure of listening to a lecture by. and i mean that, the course i took on islam was one of my favorite courses. i've always enjoyed the social studies... history, geography, all that stuff. but, i got my degree in business because what can you do with social studies except study it and teach it. it's a circle major, learn it, teach it to others who study it and teach it... no where to go. business has more opportunites, but i always say that if i could study and pick a major for fun that would be interesting it would be religious studies. nothing is as fascinating to me than learning about the varying faiths and religions of the world. i took a course on it in high school, and i had the chance to take two, well, three kinda in college. a course on islam, a course on confucianism, and a course in hebrew literature. and i loved them, because they were taught by men who were absolutely experts in these areas in every sense of the world. dr. nasr, who taught the islam course i took at gw, is the preeminent expert on islam in the western world, hearing him talk is like opening up an encyclopedia. he knows everything and is an incredibly learned guy, i think he went to m.i.t. and studied physics as well. brilliant, brilliant man. and a good class to take, islam being the religion of over a billion people and the second largest after only christianity, and i'd like to think i have that one down pretty good. the confucianism class was also amazing, my professor lived in china for many years and interpretted the analects in a way contrary to many others. it's amazing how confucianism influnced not only the largest country in the world (population wise) but almost all of east asia. and the hebrew literature class was awesome because it required reading the books of the old testament as literature and not religious texts. and it was great to have a professor who could read hebrew and would comment on when the translation was wrong. this guy wasn't just an expert in all things hebrew and israeli, he was a former israeli paratrooper... those guys are up there with the u.s. navy seals, british marine commandos, and select others as being among the most badass guys in the world. he reigned down destruction from the sky and here he is discussing ancient hebrew texts and israeli poetry. wonderful, wonderful class.
hmm, i meant to write about iran and i got sidetracked onto college, amazing how easily that happens. anyway, iran needs change, it's a unique country that is bogged down by crazy leaders. it's a shiite persian country in the neighborhood of a bunch of sunni arab countries. not to mention it's also a neighbor to afghanistan, which is about as stable as the 20 dollar desk i bought at wal-mart. iran could be a leader in the region, instead it's the crazy uncle who gets your attention just because you want to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. and you're kinda always worried he might. i'm fortunate to not have any crazy uncles, and maybe i'm trying to make sense of a country, a region, that i couldn't possibly understand anything about. but i make the attempt nonetheless, try to make witty comments. they're probably just lame comments, but in my head they're witty. but i hope iran becomes stable in my lifetime. the persians are a good people and they deserve it, from my brilliant professors, to the lady who owns the persian restaurant i frequent. they're good people, and i think iran is full of good people who can't realize the potential they could if things weren't so crazy. from fixed elections to ayatollahs who have all the power. i'm glad i don't live in iran. i'm pretty sure i couldn't write this blog like i do, or i could but with more hesitation. but, apparently the spurned electorate is taking to the information superhighway streets of twitter... so much so that the u.s. state department asked twitter to delay scheduled site maitanence so that iranians could continue to send messages, which of course the state department was monitoring. amazing, who needs spies when you have internet networking sites... and i mean, twitter? seriously, twitter? but, fortunately i don't have to worry about fixed elections, only elections with which i disagree with the outcome. and that has yet to happen in my adult, voting career. and, i'm guessing if i lived in iran that i couldn't wear my present attire, which consists of no shoes, black hurley boardshorts, and a white ufc fight club t-shirt. i don't think any of that would fall under iran's dress code.
and i just gotta say, i love these boardshorts. love them, they're so comfortable and yet stylish. well, i think they're stylish. they fit my own personal style, and that's all that matters. i bought two pairs of hurley boardshorts before i went to san diego, because you can't lie on the beach in jeans, and that's all i had in my wardrobe. i'm glad i have shorts for this summer, boardshorts. so comfortable, i love them. they have this little elastic loop on the right by the pocket, i wonder what's that for? maybe you loop your keys on them or something, so that when surfing your keys stay in your pocket. that's not a concern of mine, as long as my cellphone stays in my pocket while i drive i'm all set.
i should really get to sleep now. it was my intent to get to sleep earlier than normal tonight so i could get up earlier and clean my room. still haven't done that yet. i was gonna today, but my deputy chief of staff duties got in the way. tomorrow, i want to get it done. it's just a matter of getting the stuff out of my room that doesn't need to be there anymore. but, watching the west wing, i could watch this all night. i was gonna talk about the three athlete boneheads from last week, marian hossa, milton bradley, and the met who dropped the what would have been the final out and instead dropped it leading to a loss to the yankees. hopefully, i'll write about them tomorrow. i wrote it here so that i might remember to mention it tomorrow. i'll finish up this west wing episode and then go to bed.
salbrent
DAY 63
Appleton, Wisconsin
June 16, 2009
Tue 12:13 AM
so i took the alpha-numeric typing test today, i scored advanced on one set and basic on the other. i can't remember which part i did which at, i think i was advanced at the numeric part and basic at the alpha part. which makes absolutely no sense, i'm way better at typing letters than numbers, but, there you have it. the good thing is i didn't suck, so that's nice. i hope that's good enough to get this job, i think it is... i hope it is... i really hope it is.
the cigar is waiting on my shelf and the champagne... well, i don't really like champagne. and while i said i'd given up alcohol, i'll make an exception if i get this job. note to self, go buy a six-pack of high life... the champagne of beers. i'd much rather have that than real champagne anyway. but, you know, americans have this convention of calling all their sparkling whites champagne, even though by definition they're not. but, regardless, sparkling white wine, champagne... i don't care, i'd rather have the finest milwaukee beer.
oh, and met with my trainer at golds again... took a skin fold test and all that jazz, and, surprise surpise, i'm fat. tell me something i don't know. but, he said that with dedication and hard work i could get in really good shape in a year, and see results in a few months. good, i like that. i could get into athlete shape in a year and a half. so, that's nice too i guess.
i really hope i get the job, i could really go for a beer and a cigar. none shall touch my lips before i get confirmation of a job offer though. must not tempt fate. cannot count chickens before they hatch... and all that stuff. i've seen people who are overconfident, their overconfidence is their weakness. i've found if you expect the negative reaction, when you get the postive it's all the sweeter. i had absolutely convinced myself that i was losing my job in january, so imagine my surpise when they kept me. me, and one other person out of 40. this other girl was certain she was being retained... boy was she pissed when she got let go. i, on the other hand, had to ask my boss to repeat what he said, because in my head i still heard "no, we can't keep you on," instead of "we'd like to offer you a position here." so, no tempting the fate. while even i have to admit that i'm very close... it's still just close and not certain. fate will not be tempted on my watch.
i'm not saying that i'm not a confident person, i am, but i'm not overconfident. i'm truly a realist, and try to be logical in my decisions and actions versus acting on raw emotion. emotion has it's place and time, but most cases the logical course of action is the right one. i have friends who keep saying, when you get the job, and i correct them with, "if." and they say be positive, and i say it's better to be real. some people need to visualize the results they want, and that's fine, i'd rather go out, do my hardest to put everything in motion to get the results i want and then leave it up to the people to make the decision. there's nothing more to be done, it's either meant to be or not meant to be.
alright, that's all. for once i crave sleep, so i'll give in to my tired brain. i need rest, tomorrow i will finish my room. there, i'll be overconfident for once.
salbrent
June 16, 2009
Tue 12:13 AM
so i took the alpha-numeric typing test today, i scored advanced on one set and basic on the other. i can't remember which part i did which at, i think i was advanced at the numeric part and basic at the alpha part. which makes absolutely no sense, i'm way better at typing letters than numbers, but, there you have it. the good thing is i didn't suck, so that's nice. i hope that's good enough to get this job, i think it is... i hope it is... i really hope it is.
the cigar is waiting on my shelf and the champagne... well, i don't really like champagne. and while i said i'd given up alcohol, i'll make an exception if i get this job. note to self, go buy a six-pack of high life... the champagne of beers. i'd much rather have that than real champagne anyway. but, you know, americans have this convention of calling all their sparkling whites champagne, even though by definition they're not. but, regardless, sparkling white wine, champagne... i don't care, i'd rather have the finest milwaukee beer.
oh, and met with my trainer at golds again... took a skin fold test and all that jazz, and, surprise surpise, i'm fat. tell me something i don't know. but, he said that with dedication and hard work i could get in really good shape in a year, and see results in a few months. good, i like that. i could get into athlete shape in a year and a half. so, that's nice too i guess.
i really hope i get the job, i could really go for a beer and a cigar. none shall touch my lips before i get confirmation of a job offer though. must not tempt fate. cannot count chickens before they hatch... and all that stuff. i've seen people who are overconfident, their overconfidence is their weakness. i've found if you expect the negative reaction, when you get the postive it's all the sweeter. i had absolutely convinced myself that i was losing my job in january, so imagine my surpise when they kept me. me, and one other person out of 40. this other girl was certain she was being retained... boy was she pissed when she got let go. i, on the other hand, had to ask my boss to repeat what he said, because in my head i still heard "no, we can't keep you on," instead of "we'd like to offer you a position here." so, no tempting the fate. while even i have to admit that i'm very close... it's still just close and not certain. fate will not be tempted on my watch.
i'm not saying that i'm not a confident person, i am, but i'm not overconfident. i'm truly a realist, and try to be logical in my decisions and actions versus acting on raw emotion. emotion has it's place and time, but most cases the logical course of action is the right one. i have friends who keep saying, when you get the job, and i correct them with, "if." and they say be positive, and i say it's better to be real. some people need to visualize the results they want, and that's fine, i'd rather go out, do my hardest to put everything in motion to get the results i want and then leave it up to the people to make the decision. there's nothing more to be done, it's either meant to be or not meant to be.
alright, that's all. for once i crave sleep, so i'll give in to my tired brain. i need rest, tomorrow i will finish my room. there, i'll be overconfident for once.
salbrent
Monday, June 15, 2009
DAY 62
Appleton, Wisconsin
June 14, 2009
Sun 11:48 PM
back in appleton. work went quick today, a happy surprise as always. there for over eight hours, so when it goes quickly it's really appreciated. good drive back, and my tv is here as well. my parents went to the brewer game today, so they stopped by my dorm... oh my gosh, i just wrote dorm there... what's wrong with me. i'm messed up in the head. dorm... i haven't lived in a dorm in over two years. my apartment, they stopped at my apartment and picked up my tv... my 30 inch tube hdtv- oh yeah, they used to make tube hdtvs. the thing weighs a metric ton. it gives a great picture, cathode ray tubes give a better picture than a lot of the tvs out there today, but it's pretty impractical because it's so heavy and people like those nice, thin ones they can put on the wall like a painting. so, cathode ray tubes are a thing of the past... unless you're a poor, second-year college student who desperately needs an hdtv so she can watch her favorite movie on blu-ray disc and play high def video games. enter me, sitting in my dorm (right word this time) who finds a steal of a deal on bestbuy.com. this was the third television i had purchased, at the tender age of twenty. which, estimating from the number of people buying converter boxes at work, is rather rare. and, god-willing, i'll be purchasing my fourth one in the not too distant future. i'm this close *signalling with right thumb and index finger one centimeter apart* from having a full-time job, and i've picked out my "way to bag a job in worst job market in 25 years less than a month after graduation" gift to myself. i like gifts to myself... san diego, was a "happy graduation" gift to myself. there's a joke in my family that it's impossible to buy gifts amongst ourselves, because... well, when we want something, we buy it. now, before you think we're overly materialistic, we're not, we give about a quarter of the amount of gifts other families do during the holidays, and my mom drives a two-door '95 chrysler van. that pretty much sums it up right there. yeah, it's a two-door, a van coupe if you will. try opening the sliding door on the right side and you'll have a tommy boy moment, "what'd you do?" and i'd be willing to put money on the fact that the majority of the clothing items in my house were purchased at the jansport outlet store. sweatshirt bargin bin anyone? so, my family is not overly crazy, but, we each have our own thing. my sister is a typical girl who likes shoes and purses. i like electronics, and my parents... they're very content with what they've got and aren't really, well.... they're just hard to buy gifts for because they don't want anything. or won't say what they want. i guess that's one of those sacrifices you make as a parent. i'm probably too selfish to be a parent, or i'm just too much of a realist, i understand my limitations more than most people.
but, here's my dilema, i want the 40 inch samsung led because it's just going in my bedroom, and as much of a tech-junkie as i am, 46-inch is just way too big for my room. but, i just found out today that they now make a 240 hz led... which is twice the refresh rate as the one i was looking at. it's samsung's new 8000 series led line, but because it's brand new the smallest it's available in is... drumroll... 46 inches! so, i either have to wait, or, get a tv that will absolutely dwarf everything else in my one room-studio-apartment-bedroom-bungalow. that just there, made no sense, but it's getting late and i'm starting to get dilerious from trying to type a coherent blog and watch the west wing. i've already watched three episodes since starting this blog. seriously. i watched the really good one where the president bitch slaps a conservative talk-radio host who's supposed to be a caricature of dr. laura schlessinger. up right now is the one where sam gets equally bitch slapped by ainsley hayes, the republican strategist on the washington morning show 'capital beat.' and saw the two parter that takes place after the dramatic shooting at the end of season one. and i can say this, the george washington hospital emergency room is not that nice. it's fairly clean, but not that nice. i know this not because i was a patient there, but i was the good friend who sat there all night (with a midterm the next morning i should add... if memory serves me right i didn't do too well on it). it was my job to be the comic relief, of which i am uniquely qualified and excelled at, mainly because the only thing i was up against was the tiny television in the corner of the ceiling showing what i can only imagine was a late-night "king of the hill marathon." and i guarded my wounded friend from crazed homeless people, and i excelled at that as well. so, i know the gw er, and from what i've heard from other students at gw it is a right of passage to spend all night there. i guess if you aren't a president recently shot your minimum wait time is about three hours.
man, i love the character of leo mcgarry on this show, wonderful, truly. i really hope john spencer won an emmy or two for this role. right now he's talking to ainsley hayes. great episode.
and to quench my thirst right now i'm enjoying a tahitian treat. wonderful soda. i do believe the only place it exsits here in this village is right here in my basement refrigerator. whenever Skyscraper comes over he has one, out of enjoyment and principle because of its rarity. i got thirsty, and, true to my word, i grabbed a soft drink and not one of the many miller lites in the fridge. but, i've never had any affinity for light beer (or, lite beer) so it wasn't a big sacrifice. if i had been facing a fridge stocked with 1664, high life, and newcastle i would've earned a teetotaler medal.
there, i feel better about this blog. lately it's only been me recapping my day, and that's not that interesting to read. unless my day is spent playing baseball with the new york yankees or conducting open-heart surgery in an elevator. but those things rarely happen to me, so i'm stuck with the mundane, work, drive, blog, sleep, watch west wing. i can only be so creative, and because i write a new post each day its hard to come up with that amount of interesting material, day in and day out. i read today that the former cia chief accused cheney of wanting an attack against the us to prove his point that torture works... and does this surprise anyone? he is darth vader, the devil and, for all you harry potter fans out there, dolores umbridge rolled into one. i could've gone with voldemort on that one, but i personally think umbridge is more evil, umbridge is corrupt on top of evil, just like cheney.
tomorrow i have another meeting with my trainer at gold's, and i have to take a typing test. perhaps i should have practiced here by using proper capitalization and punctuation. It's a little late now, but better late then never, right? Anyway, if I fail at that, then I don't deserve the job. It examines my accuracy and speed, and for someone who's been blogging steadily for over sixty days now... well, I hope I can do alright. I had to retake a typing class in middle school just because the elementary school computer lab advisor didn't like me. Didn't like me, can you imagine that? I really couldn't so I always told myself that if a teacher didn't like me it was their problem not mine. I've really only had two teachers that didn't like me, I think only two. Maybe only that one. Maybe more, but they did a better job of hiding it. Whatever, all I know is I rocked in that class because I was too advanced for it. I finished the assignments way too quick and got to play solitaire and minesweeper the rest of the class. Anyway, I've now watched all four episodes on this the first disc of season two... i really need to go to bed now. but before i do i think i should just say this... i've been sitting here in the basement for about two hours and, while i see i've resorted back to my lazy typing habits, i have not yet seen one centipede.
salbrent
June 14, 2009
Sun 11:48 PM
back in appleton. work went quick today, a happy surprise as always. there for over eight hours, so when it goes quickly it's really appreciated. good drive back, and my tv is here as well. my parents went to the brewer game today, so they stopped by my dorm... oh my gosh, i just wrote dorm there... what's wrong with me. i'm messed up in the head. dorm... i haven't lived in a dorm in over two years. my apartment, they stopped at my apartment and picked up my tv... my 30 inch tube hdtv- oh yeah, they used to make tube hdtvs. the thing weighs a metric ton. it gives a great picture, cathode ray tubes give a better picture than a lot of the tvs out there today, but it's pretty impractical because it's so heavy and people like those nice, thin ones they can put on the wall like a painting. so, cathode ray tubes are a thing of the past... unless you're a poor, second-year college student who desperately needs an hdtv so she can watch her favorite movie on blu-ray disc and play high def video games. enter me, sitting in my dorm (right word this time) who finds a steal of a deal on bestbuy.com. this was the third television i had purchased, at the tender age of twenty. which, estimating from the number of people buying converter boxes at work, is rather rare. and, god-willing, i'll be purchasing my fourth one in the not too distant future. i'm this close *signalling with right thumb and index finger one centimeter apart* from having a full-time job, and i've picked out my "way to bag a job in worst job market in 25 years less than a month after graduation" gift to myself. i like gifts to myself... san diego, was a "happy graduation" gift to myself. there's a joke in my family that it's impossible to buy gifts amongst ourselves, because... well, when we want something, we buy it. now, before you think we're overly materialistic, we're not, we give about a quarter of the amount of gifts other families do during the holidays, and my mom drives a two-door '95 chrysler van. that pretty much sums it up right there. yeah, it's a two-door, a van coupe if you will. try opening the sliding door on the right side and you'll have a tommy boy moment, "what'd you do?" and i'd be willing to put money on the fact that the majority of the clothing items in my house were purchased at the jansport outlet store. sweatshirt bargin bin anyone? so, my family is not overly crazy, but, we each have our own thing. my sister is a typical girl who likes shoes and purses. i like electronics, and my parents... they're very content with what they've got and aren't really, well.... they're just hard to buy gifts for because they don't want anything. or won't say what they want. i guess that's one of those sacrifices you make as a parent. i'm probably too selfish to be a parent, or i'm just too much of a realist, i understand my limitations more than most people.
but, here's my dilema, i want the 40 inch samsung led because it's just going in my bedroom, and as much of a tech-junkie as i am, 46-inch is just way too big for my room. but, i just found out today that they now make a 240 hz led... which is twice the refresh rate as the one i was looking at. it's samsung's new 8000 series led line, but because it's brand new the smallest it's available in is... drumroll... 46 inches! so, i either have to wait, or, get a tv that will absolutely dwarf everything else in my one room-studio-apartment-bedroom-bungalow. that just there, made no sense, but it's getting late and i'm starting to get dilerious from trying to type a coherent blog and watch the west wing. i've already watched three episodes since starting this blog. seriously. i watched the really good one where the president bitch slaps a conservative talk-radio host who's supposed to be a caricature of dr. laura schlessinger. up right now is the one where sam gets equally bitch slapped by ainsley hayes, the republican strategist on the washington morning show 'capital beat.' and saw the two parter that takes place after the dramatic shooting at the end of season one. and i can say this, the george washington hospital emergency room is not that nice. it's fairly clean, but not that nice. i know this not because i was a patient there, but i was the good friend who sat there all night (with a midterm the next morning i should add... if memory serves me right i didn't do too well on it). it was my job to be the comic relief, of which i am uniquely qualified and excelled at, mainly because the only thing i was up against was the tiny television in the corner of the ceiling showing what i can only imagine was a late-night "king of the hill marathon." and i guarded my wounded friend from crazed homeless people, and i excelled at that as well. so, i know the gw er, and from what i've heard from other students at gw it is a right of passage to spend all night there. i guess if you aren't a president recently shot your minimum wait time is about three hours.
man, i love the character of leo mcgarry on this show, wonderful, truly. i really hope john spencer won an emmy or two for this role. right now he's talking to ainsley hayes. great episode.
and to quench my thirst right now i'm enjoying a tahitian treat. wonderful soda. i do believe the only place it exsits here in this village is right here in my basement refrigerator. whenever Skyscraper comes over he has one, out of enjoyment and principle because of its rarity. i got thirsty, and, true to my word, i grabbed a soft drink and not one of the many miller lites in the fridge. but, i've never had any affinity for light beer (or, lite beer) so it wasn't a big sacrifice. if i had been facing a fridge stocked with 1664, high life, and newcastle i would've earned a teetotaler medal.
there, i feel better about this blog. lately it's only been me recapping my day, and that's not that interesting to read. unless my day is spent playing baseball with the new york yankees or conducting open-heart surgery in an elevator. but those things rarely happen to me, so i'm stuck with the mundane, work, drive, blog, sleep, watch west wing. i can only be so creative, and because i write a new post each day its hard to come up with that amount of interesting material, day in and day out. i read today that the former cia chief accused cheney of wanting an attack against the us to prove his point that torture works... and does this surprise anyone? he is darth vader, the devil and, for all you harry potter fans out there, dolores umbridge rolled into one. i could've gone with voldemort on that one, but i personally think umbridge is more evil, umbridge is corrupt on top of evil, just like cheney.
tomorrow i have another meeting with my trainer at gold's, and i have to take a typing test. perhaps i should have practiced here by using proper capitalization and punctuation. It's a little late now, but better late then never, right? Anyway, if I fail at that, then I don't deserve the job. It examines my accuracy and speed, and for someone who's been blogging steadily for over sixty days now... well, I hope I can do alright. I had to retake a typing class in middle school just because the elementary school computer lab advisor didn't like me. Didn't like me, can you imagine that? I really couldn't so I always told myself that if a teacher didn't like me it was their problem not mine. I've really only had two teachers that didn't like me, I think only two. Maybe only that one. Maybe more, but they did a better job of hiding it. Whatever, all I know is I rocked in that class because I was too advanced for it. I finished the assignments way too quick and got to play solitaire and minesweeper the rest of the class. Anyway, I've now watched all four episodes on this the first disc of season two... i really need to go to bed now. but before i do i think i should just say this... i've been sitting here in the basement for about two hours and, while i see i've resorted back to my lazy typing habits, i have not yet seen one centipede.
salbrent
Sunday, June 14, 2009
DAY 61
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
June 14, 2009
Sun 12:33 AM
wow, the west wing... a truly fantastic television show. so i worked today... again. closed... again. work all day tomorrow. hurray. i'm getting punished for having an open availability... i can work anytime, so, naturally i'm closing thu, fri, sat, sun. it's already gottan old, and i have the same thing tomorrow. dammit, i know, i said i'd never write about work... but this sucks, a lot.
thank goodness for the west wing, i've already finished the first season, although, the last episode skipped an awful lot, i'm gonna have to watch it on my ps3 when i get home, and if it skips there take it back and exchange it. i will not allow the last episode to skip, this cannot stand. not the episode where the president gets shot. shot in rossyln. that's in northern virginia, it is part of arlington to be exact. right across the potomac from georgetown. you can see it's skyline from across the river, very urban versus dc. it's also the first virginia (if you're going west from the district) station on the orange and blue lines on the metro. i miss the metro, such a great thing. i'm glad that i still know the geography of dc, or at least northwest dc, where i lived. dc is divided into quadrants... almost everything worth seeing/going to is in northwest dc. and gw hospital, where the president is taken on the show, and where in real life president reagan was taken after the assasination attempt on his life. and where they'd probably take the pope if he got a cold while visting or something. they do good work there. and man do i miss that metro, such a great thing. i've said this already, oh well. the escalator at the wheaton station (second to last station on the red line in maryland) is the longest escalator in the western hemisphere. i used to go there a lot, there was a mall there that had normal stores (unlike the "fashion center" at pentagon city that's full of stores i can't afford). that's what i did on many weekends. riding the metro was so relaxing too... you can just sit, be alone with your thoughts, listen to music... it's great. well, it's relaxing unless the money train goes by.
yeah, i got to see the money train. it's, well, it's hard to describe. it's not like the loch ness monster of dc, it's not that rare, but i'd say it's rarer than seeing a presidential motorcade- that's pretty common. it's just one of those cool things about dc that everyone should experience at least once. i saw it go by twice, it's a train that doesn't stop at the stations, it flashes red lights, and the windows are dark and the lights are out. and if that wasn't enough, trust me, it's crazy when you're on the platform and the money train does stop. it doesn't stop much, but i witnessed it. and i was the only one on the platform that day, i had just come back from winter break and i was on the platform at national airport (it's NOT called reagan national airport... but that's a blog for another time) and this train goes by. and i'm just waiting, with my bag, and i noticed that there was no destination listed on the front so i just stood there, waiting. and off comes a guy packing an automatic shotgun and he points it right at me. then, a few other guys with guns escort a small cart that a guy pushes from one train car to another. the first guy with the auto shotgun is fixed on me and says, "Don't move." He really didn't have to say that, the shotgun pointed at my head already said that. and i may not know anything about guns, but i can identify an automatic shotgun when its pointed right at me. i had never heard of the money train until that day, but i just figured it out on my own... only money would have that kind of protection.
look it up, i'm sure you can find info on the metro money train. that's one of the more interesting things that happened to me in dc... besides seeing the Queen, two presidents, two first ladyie, the entire democratic leadership, james bond, several great comedians and getting yelled at by secret service for not walking close enough to the white house. yeah, that happened. i'm also convinced that a secret service agent was preparing to shoot through me to get my father, or in the least use me as a human sheild. this wasn't in dc though, this was at a kerry (yeah i'll admit, he wasn't the greatest candidate- but he still was better than the alternative) rally in 2004 in green bay. i saw the agent come behind me, and i thought he wanted to get by so i was moving out of his way, but then he stopped and told me to "stay where you are" and i noticed his eyes were fixed on the curly-haired guy next to me, aka, my dad. and he never took his eyes off him. apparently my dad is sketchy and/or suspitious looking. so, there's that.
man, reminising about dc really makes me miss it a lot. and, i can't believe i'm thinking this, but, as much as i'm set on moving to california, i could see myself living in dc again. it's a great place, really is. it was number three for young singles. and i'm both. the winters are mild (in fact, i think calling them "winters" is rather innacurate), the public transportation is fantastic, and there's tons to do. tons. the only thing missing is palm trees. and in-n-out burger. and beaches. and it's not on the west coast. but it doesn't have earthquakes, not that that's a dealbreaker. and i'm a business major, or, graduate... i have a degree in business. not politics. so, i'm not sure what i could do in dc. i don't know, but its still a cool place.
salbrent
June 14, 2009
Sun 12:33 AM
wow, the west wing... a truly fantastic television show. so i worked today... again. closed... again. work all day tomorrow. hurray. i'm getting punished for having an open availability... i can work anytime, so, naturally i'm closing thu, fri, sat, sun. it's already gottan old, and i have the same thing tomorrow. dammit, i know, i said i'd never write about work... but this sucks, a lot.
thank goodness for the west wing, i've already finished the first season, although, the last episode skipped an awful lot, i'm gonna have to watch it on my ps3 when i get home, and if it skips there take it back and exchange it. i will not allow the last episode to skip, this cannot stand. not the episode where the president gets shot. shot in rossyln. that's in northern virginia, it is part of arlington to be exact. right across the potomac from georgetown. you can see it's skyline from across the river, very urban versus dc. it's also the first virginia (if you're going west from the district) station on the orange and blue lines on the metro. i miss the metro, such a great thing. i'm glad that i still know the geography of dc, or at least northwest dc, where i lived. dc is divided into quadrants... almost everything worth seeing/going to is in northwest dc. and gw hospital, where the president is taken on the show, and where in real life president reagan was taken after the assasination attempt on his life. and where they'd probably take the pope if he got a cold while visting or something. they do good work there. and man do i miss that metro, such a great thing. i've said this already, oh well. the escalator at the wheaton station (second to last station on the red line in maryland) is the longest escalator in the western hemisphere. i used to go there a lot, there was a mall there that had normal stores (unlike the "fashion center" at pentagon city that's full of stores i can't afford). that's what i did on many weekends. riding the metro was so relaxing too... you can just sit, be alone with your thoughts, listen to music... it's great. well, it's relaxing unless the money train goes by.
yeah, i got to see the money train. it's, well, it's hard to describe. it's not like the loch ness monster of dc, it's not that rare, but i'd say it's rarer than seeing a presidential motorcade- that's pretty common. it's just one of those cool things about dc that everyone should experience at least once. i saw it go by twice, it's a train that doesn't stop at the stations, it flashes red lights, and the windows are dark and the lights are out. and if that wasn't enough, trust me, it's crazy when you're on the platform and the money train does stop. it doesn't stop much, but i witnessed it. and i was the only one on the platform that day, i had just come back from winter break and i was on the platform at national airport (it's NOT called reagan national airport... but that's a blog for another time) and this train goes by. and i'm just waiting, with my bag, and i noticed that there was no destination listed on the front so i just stood there, waiting. and off comes a guy packing an automatic shotgun and he points it right at me. then, a few other guys with guns escort a small cart that a guy pushes from one train car to another. the first guy with the auto shotgun is fixed on me and says, "Don't move." He really didn't have to say that, the shotgun pointed at my head already said that. and i may not know anything about guns, but i can identify an automatic shotgun when its pointed right at me. i had never heard of the money train until that day, but i just figured it out on my own... only money would have that kind of protection.
look it up, i'm sure you can find info on the metro money train. that's one of the more interesting things that happened to me in dc... besides seeing the Queen, two presidents, two first ladyie, the entire democratic leadership, james bond, several great comedians and getting yelled at by secret service for not walking close enough to the white house. yeah, that happened. i'm also convinced that a secret service agent was preparing to shoot through me to get my father, or in the least use me as a human sheild. this wasn't in dc though, this was at a kerry (yeah i'll admit, he wasn't the greatest candidate- but he still was better than the alternative) rally in 2004 in green bay. i saw the agent come behind me, and i thought he wanted to get by so i was moving out of his way, but then he stopped and told me to "stay where you are" and i noticed his eyes were fixed on the curly-haired guy next to me, aka, my dad. and he never took his eyes off him. apparently my dad is sketchy and/or suspitious looking. so, there's that.
man, reminising about dc really makes me miss it a lot. and, i can't believe i'm thinking this, but, as much as i'm set on moving to california, i could see myself living in dc again. it's a great place, really is. it was number three for young singles. and i'm both. the winters are mild (in fact, i think calling them "winters" is rather innacurate), the public transportation is fantastic, and there's tons to do. tons. the only thing missing is palm trees. and in-n-out burger. and beaches. and it's not on the west coast. but it doesn't have earthquakes, not that that's a dealbreaker. and i'm a business major, or, graduate... i have a degree in business. not politics. so, i'm not sure what i could do in dc. i don't know, but its still a cool place.
salbrent
Saturday, June 13, 2009
DAY 60
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
June 13, 2009
Sat 12:21 AM
not gonna be a long blog tonight... which is unfortunate cause there were some things i wanted to discuss. things i had read online... this is what i do with my time, i read the articles that pop up on my Yahoo! homepage. one article was about the best cities for young, single people like me (the district is number three, LA is number six, milwaukee is nowhere), and another about zagat's guide to fast food. they got the burgers right (in-n-out is number one), but got the french fries and milkshakes wrong (in-n-out wasn't number one). oh, and the penguins won tonight, which is good, i wanted them to win. always good that the team that beat your team in the playoffs wins the whole thing... and at least my team forced it to seven games as well. that and the red wings are like the yankees of hockey... i'm sick of them winning the stanley cup all the time.
but why do i not feel like discussing this tonight? i routinely write my blogs in the wee early morning hours of the day after the day i am discussing... that didn't make much sense. my brain is already shutting off... well, i got back from work later than usual, and i have the pleasure of getting up in a handful of hours for a morning meeting, and then going back to work in the late afternoon. joy. i don't even have time to watch an episode of the west wing, but that's what i did all day, so it's a tradeoff. i did, however, watch the national geographic bee on the dvr with my sister... no girls were in it. and i did get some answers right, and some answers nobody should know the answer to, let alone 10 year olds. there was a kid from wisconsin who did well, took fourth i think. alex trebek hosts... i've seen him. i enjoyed watching it because i won my middle schoool's geography bee when i was in seventh grade... one of my proudest moments in life. the answer that clinched it for me was indonesia, and the kid i was going up against said china. ha, china. i was runner-up in eighth grade. i still have my medal too. anyway, i really didn't intend to write even this much, must get sleep before bed. and i think this blog i used way too many ellipses... i need to incorporate more varying forms of punctuation into my future posts.
salbrent
June 13, 2009
Sat 12:21 AM
not gonna be a long blog tonight... which is unfortunate cause there were some things i wanted to discuss. things i had read online... this is what i do with my time, i read the articles that pop up on my Yahoo! homepage. one article was about the best cities for young, single people like me (the district is number three, LA is number six, milwaukee is nowhere), and another about zagat's guide to fast food. they got the burgers right (in-n-out is number one), but got the french fries and milkshakes wrong (in-n-out wasn't number one). oh, and the penguins won tonight, which is good, i wanted them to win. always good that the team that beat your team in the playoffs wins the whole thing... and at least my team forced it to seven games as well. that and the red wings are like the yankees of hockey... i'm sick of them winning the stanley cup all the time.
but why do i not feel like discussing this tonight? i routinely write my blogs in the wee early morning hours of the day after the day i am discussing... that didn't make much sense. my brain is already shutting off... well, i got back from work later than usual, and i have the pleasure of getting up in a handful of hours for a morning meeting, and then going back to work in the late afternoon. joy. i don't even have time to watch an episode of the west wing, but that's what i did all day, so it's a tradeoff. i did, however, watch the national geographic bee on the dvr with my sister... no girls were in it. and i did get some answers right, and some answers nobody should know the answer to, let alone 10 year olds. there was a kid from wisconsin who did well, took fourth i think. alex trebek hosts... i've seen him. i enjoyed watching it because i won my middle schoool's geography bee when i was in seventh grade... one of my proudest moments in life. the answer that clinched it for me was indonesia, and the kid i was going up against said china. ha, china. i was runner-up in eighth grade. i still have my medal too. anyway, i really didn't intend to write even this much, must get sleep before bed. and i think this blog i used way too many ellipses... i need to incorporate more varying forms of punctuation into my future posts.
salbrent
Friday, June 12, 2009
DAY 59
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
June 12, 2009
Fri 12:14 AM
fried chicken and the West Wing... I can't think of few evening activities as appealing to me. it's a wonderful combination. doesn't get much better than great food and a great television show. and this time popeye's got my order right... all dark meat. uhhhh, delicious. but, you cannot blog with greasy chicken fingers, otherwise i would've written sooner. and the west wing isn't exactly the kind of show you can have on in the background... all the episodes are so good, it's kinda like watching a foreign movie, it may not have subtitles, but it demands your full attention. and this is great because, while i've seen all these episodes before it's been quite awhile and i forgot that they're all great... all of them. at least the first four seasons, and i'm still only on season one, disc two. great great show.
you can blog if you eat jimmy john's... not popeye's. this is bad that i know the fast food that's more blogger friendly. my life revolves around food and television... quite a bad combination. with a little computer time thrown in for good measure. see why i need this gold's membership? now if only i can get my job moved to appleton. but, here i am, back in milwaukee. and i cannot focus at all on my blog, this show... it's intoxicating. wonderful. there was so much more i wanted to write about tonight... but instead i'm too entranced in the episode where india and pakistan have a standoff over kashmir and we meet lord john marbury for the first time... oh and a bunch of gop hacks try to take down leo mcgarry... my favorite character. good episode. what am i ... ahhh, cannot focus.
work went quick today, which was a great surprise. i think it just goes slow when you get back from vacation... now that i'm firmly back in wisconsinland that isn't a problem. but that's hasn't much stopped my california dreaming. oh, and next week i have an extra-curricular activity planned, going to a lesbian bar with some friends, should be fun i think. i was told i'd be hit on a lot... fine, i have no problem with this. i mean, i'm straight, but i'm gonna take it as a real pma boost. and i can wear my standard attire and fit in somewhere for once. i have no doubt there are many people, acquaintances even perhaps who think i'm gay... not that there's anything wrong with that. i'm not. i find georges st-pierre (also known as gsp) very sexy and i am simply not attracted to women at all. but, lesbian bar, should be fun.
martin sheen is really funny as the president... or should i say aaron sorkin writes a funny president. whatever. to recap- popeye's, west wing, lesbian bar. i'll try to do better next time.
salbrent
June 12, 2009
Fri 12:14 AM
fried chicken and the West Wing... I can't think of few evening activities as appealing to me. it's a wonderful combination. doesn't get much better than great food and a great television show. and this time popeye's got my order right... all dark meat. uhhhh, delicious. but, you cannot blog with greasy chicken fingers, otherwise i would've written sooner. and the west wing isn't exactly the kind of show you can have on in the background... all the episodes are so good, it's kinda like watching a foreign movie, it may not have subtitles, but it demands your full attention. and this is great because, while i've seen all these episodes before it's been quite awhile and i forgot that they're all great... all of them. at least the first four seasons, and i'm still only on season one, disc two. great great show.
you can blog if you eat jimmy john's... not popeye's. this is bad that i know the fast food that's more blogger friendly. my life revolves around food and television... quite a bad combination. with a little computer time thrown in for good measure. see why i need this gold's membership? now if only i can get my job moved to appleton. but, here i am, back in milwaukee. and i cannot focus at all on my blog, this show... it's intoxicating. wonderful. there was so much more i wanted to write about tonight... but instead i'm too entranced in the episode where india and pakistan have a standoff over kashmir and we meet lord john marbury for the first time... oh and a bunch of gop hacks try to take down leo mcgarry... my favorite character. good episode. what am i ... ahhh, cannot focus.
work went quick today, which was a great surprise. i think it just goes slow when you get back from vacation... now that i'm firmly back in wisconsinland that isn't a problem. but that's hasn't much stopped my california dreaming. oh, and next week i have an extra-curricular activity planned, going to a lesbian bar with some friends, should be fun i think. i was told i'd be hit on a lot... fine, i have no problem with this. i mean, i'm straight, but i'm gonna take it as a real pma boost. and i can wear my standard attire and fit in somewhere for once. i have no doubt there are many people, acquaintances even perhaps who think i'm gay... not that there's anything wrong with that. i'm not. i find georges st-pierre (also known as gsp) very sexy and i am simply not attracted to women at all. but, lesbian bar, should be fun.
martin sheen is really funny as the president... or should i say aaron sorkin writes a funny president. whatever. to recap- popeye's, west wing, lesbian bar. i'll try to do better next time.
salbrent
Thursday, June 11, 2009
DAY 58
Appleton, Wisconsin
June 11, 2009
Thu 12:47 AM
you may call me, salbrent: bug killer. i was orignially gonna start my blog saying that i had slain the creature, but no sooner had said creature been flushed down the toilet did another creature emerge for me to dispatch. i drink from the keg of glory... and by keg i mean bottle and glory i mean coca-cola... but i earned it, for i just killed two centipedes. this is quite an accomplishment, given that the first one was on the ceiling in my basement stairwell and i'm, well, short. but i'm resourceful, so i used a dustpan attached to the end of a broom to crush the centipede and grab it when it hit the steps. then, i figured i'd get the coke which was the reason for my trip to the spooky basement at this time of night, and before i could set my foot on the bottom step did i notice another one crawling on the carpet... great. i had no shoes, so back up the stairs to grab more tissue and, fortunately this centipede was a sprinter and not a long-distance runner and stopped near a speaker... waiting for me to return. BAM... dead centipede. two dead centipedes. it was ironic that this second bug showed up after i, being the good and noble hunter, informed my mother of my success and said "i'm sure there's more." that statement tempted fate. sure enough, there was another. i guess they're having a convention in my basement or something.
anyway, all this while multi-tasking... blogging, watching the West Wing, and matching socks and folding t-shirts. nothing is quite as satisfying to me as doing laundry... clothes will always get dirty, but i always prevail because i know how to properly sort clothes and combine detergent and cycles. dirty clothes pile up... then you do laundry and it's like a clean slate, all your clothes are on the table for outfit options. pfff, outfits... funny word for me, i don't wear "outfits" i just try to match dark t-shirts to lighter jeans and vice versa. and whatever hat suits me that day. and whatever vans go best with the shirt i'm wearing.
this mexican coke is pretty good... and i realize that statement is a double entendre... oh my gosh, i can't believe i spelled that right on my first try. entendre... i said it a few days ago when i called my father to inquire why we had coca-cola from mexico in the fridge. i said "where'd we get the mexican coke in the fridge..." do you even keep cocaine in the fridge... i bet you don't. me not being an expert on hard drugs though i cannot say. i'd prefer the mexican coca-cola to the mexican coke, considering coke comes from the coca plant which i think is grown in south america, not southern north america.
enough of this, i grow tiresome of this subject. this reminds me, i need to hang up some clothes in the dryer, give me a second... good, done. clothes that need to be hung are hung, and socks are put together. great feeling of satisfaction.
was just thinking... sitting here watching the west wing... i like the shooting episode where they take the president to gw hospital... i've been there... not as a patient, but as a good friend. when my friend broke his nose i sat in the ER with him until 4 am... part of me wished i graduated from that school... but then the other part of me knows i made the right decision in transferring. as much as i love this show, it really makes me miss DC. a lot. that's my city, i love that city. the dryer keeps beeping, it's gettting annoying. my clothes are not dry yet, there's no need for it to be beeping. i miss dc... i miss going to caps games, heading to georgetown on weekends, and walking the national mall late at night. the monuments are so much better at night. i miss the metro, and how easy it is to get around without a car. milwaukee can't hold a torch to dc... sure, it has a brewery, but that does me no good now that i've given up alcohol. and i gotta say, writing it in this blog will make me stick to my guns better... don't want to go against the blog and such. milwaukee only has bars... dc has so much more. man, i'm just rambling, it's late, i still have notes to write.
oh, oh, and i went and saw terminator: salvation today with Skyscraper. it was okay, entertaining, but a lot of the action sequences were too over the top. what's with hollywood today and the over the top action... don't get me wrong, i love guns and explosions and car chases like any red-blooded american, but i want it to be somewhat believable. entertaining, but no where near as good as the first two. everyone knows the second movie is the best. and we saw a preview for the new sherlock holmes movie... i didn't know they were making a sherlock holmes movie. i can't be surprised... hollywood has no original ideas anymore... all they have are books, comics, and old movies. and guess who's playing sherlock holmes... robert downey jr. i wonder what the british feel about an american playing sherlock bloody holmes. seemed odd to me. odd and an incorrect cast. but i guess it's equivalent to christian bale, a brit, playing batman- the epitome of the american superhero. maybe it evens out. maybe not. sherlock holmes is as british as james bond... just seems odd to have an american playing him.
hmmm, i think that's it for today. kinda rambling today, tomorrow, back to milwaukee. dammit. and i feel like i'm potentially repeating myself or being redundent. this is unavoidable when you write a new post each day.... this is unavoidable. but, i'll still do my best to avoid it.
salbrent
June 11, 2009
Thu 12:47 AM
you may call me, salbrent: bug killer. i was orignially gonna start my blog saying that i had slain the creature, but no sooner had said creature been flushed down the toilet did another creature emerge for me to dispatch. i drink from the keg of glory... and by keg i mean bottle and glory i mean coca-cola... but i earned it, for i just killed two centipedes. this is quite an accomplishment, given that the first one was on the ceiling in my basement stairwell and i'm, well, short. but i'm resourceful, so i used a dustpan attached to the end of a broom to crush the centipede and grab it when it hit the steps. then, i figured i'd get the coke which was the reason for my trip to the spooky basement at this time of night, and before i could set my foot on the bottom step did i notice another one crawling on the carpet... great. i had no shoes, so back up the stairs to grab more tissue and, fortunately this centipede was a sprinter and not a long-distance runner and stopped near a speaker... waiting for me to return. BAM... dead centipede. two dead centipedes. it was ironic that this second bug showed up after i, being the good and noble hunter, informed my mother of my success and said "i'm sure there's more." that statement tempted fate. sure enough, there was another. i guess they're having a convention in my basement or something.
anyway, all this while multi-tasking... blogging, watching the West Wing, and matching socks and folding t-shirts. nothing is quite as satisfying to me as doing laundry... clothes will always get dirty, but i always prevail because i know how to properly sort clothes and combine detergent and cycles. dirty clothes pile up... then you do laundry and it's like a clean slate, all your clothes are on the table for outfit options. pfff, outfits... funny word for me, i don't wear "outfits" i just try to match dark t-shirts to lighter jeans and vice versa. and whatever hat suits me that day. and whatever vans go best with the shirt i'm wearing.
this mexican coke is pretty good... and i realize that statement is a double entendre... oh my gosh, i can't believe i spelled that right on my first try. entendre... i said it a few days ago when i called my father to inquire why we had coca-cola from mexico in the fridge. i said "where'd we get the mexican coke in the fridge..." do you even keep cocaine in the fridge... i bet you don't. me not being an expert on hard drugs though i cannot say. i'd prefer the mexican coca-cola to the mexican coke, considering coke comes from the coca plant which i think is grown in south america, not southern north america.
enough of this, i grow tiresome of this subject. this reminds me, i need to hang up some clothes in the dryer, give me a second... good, done. clothes that need to be hung are hung, and socks are put together. great feeling of satisfaction.
was just thinking... sitting here watching the west wing... i like the shooting episode where they take the president to gw hospital... i've been there... not as a patient, but as a good friend. when my friend broke his nose i sat in the ER with him until 4 am... part of me wished i graduated from that school... but then the other part of me knows i made the right decision in transferring. as much as i love this show, it really makes me miss DC. a lot. that's my city, i love that city. the dryer keeps beeping, it's gettting annoying. my clothes are not dry yet, there's no need for it to be beeping. i miss dc... i miss going to caps games, heading to georgetown on weekends, and walking the national mall late at night. the monuments are so much better at night. i miss the metro, and how easy it is to get around without a car. milwaukee can't hold a torch to dc... sure, it has a brewery, but that does me no good now that i've given up alcohol. and i gotta say, writing it in this blog will make me stick to my guns better... don't want to go against the blog and such. milwaukee only has bars... dc has so much more. man, i'm just rambling, it's late, i still have notes to write.
oh, oh, and i went and saw terminator: salvation today with Skyscraper. it was okay, entertaining, but a lot of the action sequences were too over the top. what's with hollywood today and the over the top action... don't get me wrong, i love guns and explosions and car chases like any red-blooded american, but i want it to be somewhat believable. entertaining, but no where near as good as the first two. everyone knows the second movie is the best. and we saw a preview for the new sherlock holmes movie... i didn't know they were making a sherlock holmes movie. i can't be surprised... hollywood has no original ideas anymore... all they have are books, comics, and old movies. and guess who's playing sherlock holmes... robert downey jr. i wonder what the british feel about an american playing sherlock bloody holmes. seemed odd to me. odd and an incorrect cast. but i guess it's equivalent to christian bale, a brit, playing batman- the epitome of the american superhero. maybe it evens out. maybe not. sherlock holmes is as british as james bond... just seems odd to have an american playing him.
hmmm, i think that's it for today. kinda rambling today, tomorrow, back to milwaukee. dammit. and i feel like i'm potentially repeating myself or being redundent. this is unavoidable when you write a new post each day.... this is unavoidable. but, i'll still do my best to avoid it.
salbrent
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
DAY 57
Appleton, Wisconsin
June 9, 2009
Tue 11:16 PM
just realized i should probably post tonight or will never get to it... still working on the room. it's so easy to get sidetracked, especially when you find really cute stuff you wrote in second grade, or your ACT and SAT results. man, once upon a time i was smart. my little book i wrote in second grade is pretty cool, it's full of really cute pictures of tiny me. and all i wore were charlotte hornet shirts. i had about five different outfits... and i mean outifts, i had like four different t-shirts, sweatshirt, shorts, wind suit, pants... you name it, i had it. almost all of my pictures have me wearing some different purple and teal outfit. it's crazy funny. cool of my parents to let me wear what i wanted... i also rocked the huge 90's sneakers... but whenever i walk by footlocker i see those are back in style.
anyway, seeing those pictures of me made me think that i still had that charlotte hornets shirt. and i do, along with a few other favorites of mine from childhood, like my batman pajamas with the velcro cape. it's amazing to think i ever fit into that... but now i'm pissed because i don't know where my teenage mutant ninja turtle pajamas are. seriously, i'm pissed. they should be in that drawer with the other old clothes, but they're not. i know i still have them, but can't think where else they'd be. i also can't find my mlb baseball... i've officially got one foul ball in my life. i mean, finding pogs and old newspapers is fun and all, but where are the tmnt pajamas and mlb ball? things i can't find.
today was a good day, had my first fitness consultation at gold's. now i'm really excited to start my workout. the trainer was really impressed with my weight lifting form, and said i had excellent calfs. always proud of those, the result of walking on your toes as a kid. my idol arnold schwarzenegger says that the calfs are his favorite muscle because they're the hardest to develop and they really make the legs. rock on, i have a leg up there. haha, just realized that's a pun... unintended. anyway, he also made me lie on my back with my feet six inches off the ground to see how strong my core was. i held it for about five minutes. he said he'd never seen anyone do it that long... oh yeah, my core is solid. i didn't tell him that we used to do that in tae kwon do all the time, in fact i have pictures of me doing it at my black belt test. i held my legs just off the ground the entire time, the kid testing with me had to put his legs down once... i rock. in fact, i just came across those pictures to prove it. mind over matter. i always performed well under pressure. anyway, he was also impressed with my flexibility. good to know that, other than lung capacity, my body's in good shape. just with an annoying layer of fat covering up my muscle... but hopefully that'll change soon. the trainer said that there was no reason for me to start on the beginner level given my current condition and background in weight lifting (thank you powerlifting). he said i could see results quicker because of this... great, let's start now. oh wait, i still work in milwaukee... damn, i want to be permanently in appleton, i hate starting something that i can't commit to full time. with my current predicament my progress would be so stagnant, just like my workouts. anyway, still lots to look forward to.
oh, and i got water in my ear... again. damn right ear, so annoying. i went to target and bought those little kid swimmer ear plugs... you know, the bright red ones you always saw nerds wear, just kidding, not nerds, auditorily impaired, or something like that. whatever the word for "pertaining to the ear" is, impaired. i think it has to do with my incredibly small ears, i don't think my right one developed right. all i know is it traps water like a dam. they make adult sized ear plugs that aren't bright red, but those would be way too big for my ears. we'll see how this works. i also bought some audi-dri, or something like that... it's an alcohol solution that's supposed to get water out of your ears, so i tried it, put in the five drops recommended. all it did was burn my ears and make them ring... and made me hear less. great, just great. i could hear better earlier today, now i can barely hear anything out of my right ear. hopefully it fixes itself in a few days like it always does. i realized the problem, why this happens when i'm at home and not in milwaukee... in milwaukee my apartment has a fixed shower head, and at home it's unattached, and i have a way of washing my hair that shoots water right into my head... i guess i could change the way i wash my hair, but it's like muscle memory, i don't think i can do it, it's just habit. hopefully the little kid swimmer plugs do the trick.
also slept through my alarm... again. need to make sure i don't do this tomorrow, would be bad to miss second interview. anyway, it's too easy when they alway's seem to play your favorite guns n' roses song in the morning. it shouldn't be that easy to sleep through hard rock and heavy metal... but it is. i also learned an important life lesson today, don't eat an entire box of digestive biscuits if you don't want to pay for it the next day. trust me, it's not just a clever name. without getting too much into specifics, i'll just say that i should've thought before eating all of the "high fibre" snacks. novel little things, but they live up to their name. so, that was fun today.
should really get back to cleaning, my sister is coming home tomorrow, and right now her old bed is home to all my clothes, so i need to at least get my closet done tonight.
salbrent
June 9, 2009
Tue 11:16 PM
just realized i should probably post tonight or will never get to it... still working on the room. it's so easy to get sidetracked, especially when you find really cute stuff you wrote in second grade, or your ACT and SAT results. man, once upon a time i was smart. my little book i wrote in second grade is pretty cool, it's full of really cute pictures of tiny me. and all i wore were charlotte hornet shirts. i had about five different outfits... and i mean outifts, i had like four different t-shirts, sweatshirt, shorts, wind suit, pants... you name it, i had it. almost all of my pictures have me wearing some different purple and teal outfit. it's crazy funny. cool of my parents to let me wear what i wanted... i also rocked the huge 90's sneakers... but whenever i walk by footlocker i see those are back in style.
anyway, seeing those pictures of me made me think that i still had that charlotte hornets shirt. and i do, along with a few other favorites of mine from childhood, like my batman pajamas with the velcro cape. it's amazing to think i ever fit into that... but now i'm pissed because i don't know where my teenage mutant ninja turtle pajamas are. seriously, i'm pissed. they should be in that drawer with the other old clothes, but they're not. i know i still have them, but can't think where else they'd be. i also can't find my mlb baseball... i've officially got one foul ball in my life. i mean, finding pogs and old newspapers is fun and all, but where are the tmnt pajamas and mlb ball? things i can't find.
today was a good day, had my first fitness consultation at gold's. now i'm really excited to start my workout. the trainer was really impressed with my weight lifting form, and said i had excellent calfs. always proud of those, the result of walking on your toes as a kid. my idol arnold schwarzenegger says that the calfs are his favorite muscle because they're the hardest to develop and they really make the legs. rock on, i have a leg up there. haha, just realized that's a pun... unintended. anyway, he also made me lie on my back with my feet six inches off the ground to see how strong my core was. i held it for about five minutes. he said he'd never seen anyone do it that long... oh yeah, my core is solid. i didn't tell him that we used to do that in tae kwon do all the time, in fact i have pictures of me doing it at my black belt test. i held my legs just off the ground the entire time, the kid testing with me had to put his legs down once... i rock. in fact, i just came across those pictures to prove it. mind over matter. i always performed well under pressure. anyway, he was also impressed with my flexibility. good to know that, other than lung capacity, my body's in good shape. just with an annoying layer of fat covering up my muscle... but hopefully that'll change soon. the trainer said that there was no reason for me to start on the beginner level given my current condition and background in weight lifting (thank you powerlifting). he said i could see results quicker because of this... great, let's start now. oh wait, i still work in milwaukee... damn, i want to be permanently in appleton, i hate starting something that i can't commit to full time. with my current predicament my progress would be so stagnant, just like my workouts. anyway, still lots to look forward to.
oh, and i got water in my ear... again. damn right ear, so annoying. i went to target and bought those little kid swimmer ear plugs... you know, the bright red ones you always saw nerds wear, just kidding, not nerds, auditorily impaired, or something like that. whatever the word for "pertaining to the ear" is, impaired. i think it has to do with my incredibly small ears, i don't think my right one developed right. all i know is it traps water like a dam. they make adult sized ear plugs that aren't bright red, but those would be way too big for my ears. we'll see how this works. i also bought some audi-dri, or something like that... it's an alcohol solution that's supposed to get water out of your ears, so i tried it, put in the five drops recommended. all it did was burn my ears and make them ring... and made me hear less. great, just great. i could hear better earlier today, now i can barely hear anything out of my right ear. hopefully it fixes itself in a few days like it always does. i realized the problem, why this happens when i'm at home and not in milwaukee... in milwaukee my apartment has a fixed shower head, and at home it's unattached, and i have a way of washing my hair that shoots water right into my head... i guess i could change the way i wash my hair, but it's like muscle memory, i don't think i can do it, it's just habit. hopefully the little kid swimmer plugs do the trick.
also slept through my alarm... again. need to make sure i don't do this tomorrow, would be bad to miss second interview. anyway, it's too easy when they alway's seem to play your favorite guns n' roses song in the morning. it shouldn't be that easy to sleep through hard rock and heavy metal... but it is. i also learned an important life lesson today, don't eat an entire box of digestive biscuits if you don't want to pay for it the next day. trust me, it's not just a clever name. without getting too much into specifics, i'll just say that i should've thought before eating all of the "high fibre" snacks. novel little things, but they live up to their name. so, that was fun today.
should really get back to cleaning, my sister is coming home tomorrow, and right now her old bed is home to all my clothes, so i need to at least get my closet done tonight.
salbrent
DAY 56(i)
whatever... you cannot BASE jump off the eiffel tower. dammit, i want to keep watching this bond movie... that's it, this summer, bond marathon. watching all of them, i don't know if i'll be able to do it in order though, i want to watch this one first!
oh, and here's something, did you know that BASE jumping is an acronym like SCUBA? BASE stands for building, antenna, span, earth. there, your fact of the day.
oh, and here's something, did you know that BASE jumping is an acronym like SCUBA? BASE stands for building, antenna, span, earth. there, your fact of the day.
DAY 56
Appleton, Wisconsin
June 8, 2009
Mon 11:15 PM
just watching chelsea lately... she is absolutely hilarious, have i mentioned this? pretty sure i have, or i should have. anyway, did spend the day cleaning... man i have lots of stuff. but i did get rid of lots of stuff... still in the process of getting rid of stuff. i go through, and think, eh, i can keep this, then 15 minutes later... no, i can get rid of this. this is good, i need to get rid of lots of stuff. most of the stuff is now out of my room, tomorrow i will continue to get rid of stuff and put it all back in my closet/room. some of the more random items found in my closet: pogs (remember those? my collection includes both pogs and slammers), an unopened box of digestive biscuits from kenya (which are no more... i just ate the last one), and a collection of old newspapers from 1914 and 1917... seriously, i have newspapers from the 10's. if you want to know the midwest's take on the events of world war i, come see me- i have articles. the newspapers are from wausau, wi, milwaukee, wi, and st. paul, mn. one article talks about president wilson ordering u.s. merchant ships to arm themselves, and another talks about a german food shortage. i feel good about the progress i've made considering i got up at 11:30 as opposed to 8 when intended to get up. but for some reason, i couldn't sleep last night, at all. and it was raining, normally i sleep good when it rains. does my body not know i'm back in my own bed? i finally fell asleep at after my alarm went off at eight, that's the problem with having your alarm be the rock station you enjoy... it's way to easy to wake up and say, hey, i like this song, and then doze right back to sleep. and that's what i did.
so, old newspapers and pogs aside, i feel good about the progess i've made. also found a lot of old papers from high school, you know, the ones where you fill out what you're going to be doing in the future. my three goals were to be successful (pc way of saying rich), win an olympic gold medal, and work for sony. so, my goals haven't changed much. not sure what olympic sport i'm gonna win though... heptathlon... pretty sure that ship has sailed. anyway, according to the committe that wrote this stuff, i am most likely to travel the world. i'll take that. oh, and i'm going to attend the university of wisconsin-madison and major in business or international relations. so, that didn't happen... never even went to madison. whatever, doesn't much matter now, just interesting. just say a commercial for las vegas, i want to go to las vegas. just got back from san diego though, give it a few months and hopefully i get a real job, then i'll go to las vegas again. right now i'm watching kathy griffin... she's in las vegas with bette midler. pretty funny stuff. they're filming in a casino, i thought that was illegal. hmm, this is odd, they just cut to commerical... they were just at a commercial break like a minute ago. weird, must be some kind of error. the show is over in five minutes, no need for a commercial break. whatever.
i wish i had a tv in my room so i could watch tv and dvds at night... soon, i'll get my tv back from milwaukee. it weighs a metric ton, but i'll get it back here. ahhhh, i have nothing else to write, i should stop now. a view to a kill is on bravo... i need to watch those... oh, i do like the theme song though, i know it's on my ipod... i think it's by duran duran. meeting you with a view to a kill... face to face secret places feel the chill... nightfall covers me, but you know the plans i'm making still oversee... could it be the whole love opeing wide? a sacred something, a mystery gabbing inside.... Until we dance into the fire, that fatal kiss, is all we need, dance into the fire, that fatal kiss is all we need. dance into the firrrrrree. damn, i want to watch this now, why not, it's not like i'm gonna be able to fall asleep or anything. see, this is why i need a tv in my room, i'd watch it, but in the living room, it's just ackward. bond did display some sweet snowboard moves in the opening scene... man, this movie seems awesome... again we dance into the fire... such a great line... when all we see, is a view to a kill. don't you like how i typed the lyrics in just now... a nice touch i think. if you don't know the tune i'm sorry, it won't translate well then. roger moore was a good bond, not the best, but a good bond. you know, i've seen daniel craig, the new bond. yeah, he was filming a movie at gw with nicole kidman... i've seen some celebrities in my day. hahaha, this is great, the technology that Q (the bond character, not my friend in san diego) is showing 007 is so 1980's and outdated. funny. according to wikipedia christopher walkin is the villain in this bond film... oh man i've gotta see this. goodness, it's on till 3 am, i can't stay up and watch. dammit, i need that tv in my room, now!
salbrent
haven't posted this yet, just gotta say that i caught my first glimpse of walkin as the villain... haha, classic bond villain. oh, wait, is that... yes, that's May Day. i remember her as an unlockable multiplayer character in Goldeneye. man, walkin looks ridiculous, i hope he has an equally ridiculous over-the-top bond villain evil plan to go with his look. and name, zorin... any character name with a z in it must be evil.
June 8, 2009
Mon 11:15 PM
just watching chelsea lately... she is absolutely hilarious, have i mentioned this? pretty sure i have, or i should have. anyway, did spend the day cleaning... man i have lots of stuff. but i did get rid of lots of stuff... still in the process of getting rid of stuff. i go through, and think, eh, i can keep this, then 15 minutes later... no, i can get rid of this. this is good, i need to get rid of lots of stuff. most of the stuff is now out of my room, tomorrow i will continue to get rid of stuff and put it all back in my closet/room. some of the more random items found in my closet: pogs (remember those? my collection includes both pogs and slammers), an unopened box of digestive biscuits from kenya (which are no more... i just ate the last one), and a collection of old newspapers from 1914 and 1917... seriously, i have newspapers from the 10's. if you want to know the midwest's take on the events of world war i, come see me- i have articles. the newspapers are from wausau, wi, milwaukee, wi, and st. paul, mn. one article talks about president wilson ordering u.s. merchant ships to arm themselves, and another talks about a german food shortage. i feel good about the progress i've made considering i got up at 11:30 as opposed to 8 when intended to get up. but for some reason, i couldn't sleep last night, at all. and it was raining, normally i sleep good when it rains. does my body not know i'm back in my own bed? i finally fell asleep at after my alarm went off at eight, that's the problem with having your alarm be the rock station you enjoy... it's way to easy to wake up and say, hey, i like this song, and then doze right back to sleep. and that's what i did.
so, old newspapers and pogs aside, i feel good about the progess i've made. also found a lot of old papers from high school, you know, the ones where you fill out what you're going to be doing in the future. my three goals were to be successful (pc way of saying rich), win an olympic gold medal, and work for sony. so, my goals haven't changed much. not sure what olympic sport i'm gonna win though... heptathlon... pretty sure that ship has sailed. anyway, according to the committe that wrote this stuff, i am most likely to travel the world. i'll take that. oh, and i'm going to attend the university of wisconsin-madison and major in business or international relations. so, that didn't happen... never even went to madison. whatever, doesn't much matter now, just interesting. just say a commercial for las vegas, i want to go to las vegas. just got back from san diego though, give it a few months and hopefully i get a real job, then i'll go to las vegas again. right now i'm watching kathy griffin... she's in las vegas with bette midler. pretty funny stuff. they're filming in a casino, i thought that was illegal. hmm, this is odd, they just cut to commerical... they were just at a commercial break like a minute ago. weird, must be some kind of error. the show is over in five minutes, no need for a commercial break. whatever.
i wish i had a tv in my room so i could watch tv and dvds at night... soon, i'll get my tv back from milwaukee. it weighs a metric ton, but i'll get it back here. ahhhh, i have nothing else to write, i should stop now. a view to a kill is on bravo... i need to watch those... oh, i do like the theme song though, i know it's on my ipod... i think it's by duran duran. meeting you with a view to a kill... face to face secret places feel the chill... nightfall covers me, but you know the plans i'm making still oversee... could it be the whole love opeing wide? a sacred something, a mystery gabbing inside.... Until we dance into the fire, that fatal kiss, is all we need, dance into the fire, that fatal kiss is all we need. dance into the firrrrrree. damn, i want to watch this now, why not, it's not like i'm gonna be able to fall asleep or anything. see, this is why i need a tv in my room, i'd watch it, but in the living room, it's just ackward. bond did display some sweet snowboard moves in the opening scene... man, this movie seems awesome... again we dance into the fire... such a great line... when all we see, is a view to a kill. don't you like how i typed the lyrics in just now... a nice touch i think. if you don't know the tune i'm sorry, it won't translate well then. roger moore was a good bond, not the best, but a good bond. you know, i've seen daniel craig, the new bond. yeah, he was filming a movie at gw with nicole kidman... i've seen some celebrities in my day. hahaha, this is great, the technology that Q (the bond character, not my friend in san diego) is showing 007 is so 1980's and outdated. funny. according to wikipedia christopher walkin is the villain in this bond film... oh man i've gotta see this. goodness, it's on till 3 am, i can't stay up and watch. dammit, i need that tv in my room, now!
salbrent
haven't posted this yet, just gotta say that i caught my first glimpse of walkin as the villain... haha, classic bond villain. oh, wait, is that... yes, that's May Day. i remember her as an unlockable multiplayer character in Goldeneye. man, walkin looks ridiculous, i hope he has an equally ridiculous over-the-top bond villain evil plan to go with his look. and name, zorin... any character name with a z in it must be evil.
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