I'm Still Alive... I Think... Listening: Who needs sleep? Oh yer never gonna get it!
Okay, I just wanted to let you all know that I am still alive and that I'm fine. I've just been busy lately and I haven't had time or the brain power to write up an update in a while. Trust me. It'll happen this week. But, for now, I'm going home to take a nap.
Oh My! That's the Wire... And We're Right Down To It! Listening: "Everybody needs a little time away," I heard her say... "from each other..."
This has been a rather interesting week. Lots of interesting things have been happening. Between the switch in managers happening at the beginning of the week and new duties being dropped on me, I'm super busy... Well, not really... To tell you the truth I've spent most of my time reading through the back comic strips of Sinfest. It's a fantastic little comic strip with some really funny stories and thoughts. Booch insists that the character "Slick" is exactly like me or rather I am exactly like him. I would tend to agree. Some of the things that come out of that boy's mouth would most definitely come out of mine as well.
This weekend is my last race of the season. Forty two or so of us will be heading down to Hartford early tomorrow morning. Somehow Hardcore convinced Booch that she needed to come down to Hartford to race when (at that point) she had only paddled in one novice practice. Props to him for pulling that off. I was a little leery at first. She had only been out on the water with us once. She had no clue what the procedure for starts was. So I was a little scared. She came to yesterday's practice and seemed to have held her own, or so Hulk said. I was too busy being the stroke to turn back to watch. So I've practiced three days straight (Tues, Wed, Thurs) this week and today I will finally get to go home to take a nap.
Actually I'm trying desperately to decide what to do tonite. I have three real options. First, I could go with Special K to a freakin' rockin' club night at Avalon. Armand Van Helden, Felix Da Housecat, DJ Sneak and Junior Sanchez are all playing. It's a fantastic lineup and I'm gonna guess it'll be packed. The drawback to this is that I'll get home at two thirty or three o'clock and I'll have to be dressed and ready by ten to six when Booch comes to pick me up. Option two is to go to Swing City and see Ron Sunshine and Full Swing play. They're a rockin' band from NYC and last time they came I had a really good time. If I do that, I would probably get back by one or so. Finally, I could just stay home and chill. So I don't know what to do about my choices. I'll prolly decide around seven thirty or so. The more I think about it, the more I think that I'm not gonna go to Avalon, so that really only leaves a two choices. I'm sure I'll figure it out soon enough.
The really exciting news this week was that I was contacted by this girl I dated when I was twelve or something like that. It was the first girl I kissed... err rather kissed me. It was a cute little relationship. It was long distance too. Funny... Anyways, we really didn't "go out" that long. Maybe a week or two. We went skating once and held hands during the couples' skate. My best friend at that time, Joel, and I trekked across the small town of Edwardsville, IL to see her and the girl that Joel liked. After we stopped "going out," we became pen pals and wrote quite often throughout middle school and most of high school. Communicationd dropped off after high school and I didn't hear from her for years at a time. She would occasionally shoot me an e-mail, which I returned and never heard back again for another large expanse of time. She e-mailed me on Thursday, I e-mailed her back the same day and I received another e-mail this morning. It was really nice. I haven't seen this girl in ten or twelve years and we just start writing again. She really knows nothing about my college days or anything like that as I know very little about her life, but we just seem to have a very pleasant relationship. Pen pals is really the best way to put it, though I would totally dig seeing her again, to sit down and chat over a cup of coffee. I would like that very much. She's currently looking for a job in pharmaceuticals or biotech. I told her that I had contacts including a headhunter friend and another friend who just went through a job search who I could put her in contact with. Man, I am so good at networking for other people, and yet I can't network myself into a job that I want... Anyways, I'm really happy that she e-mailed me. She saw some of the old letters that I wrote to her (which used to be a minimum of six pages handwritten) and decided to try to e-mail me again. Faboo...
Anyways, it's time for me to get going. I have to go home, nap and decide what to do with my evening. Then it's up bright and early and ready to go by ten to six. Sheesh! I'm insane.
My Name Is ZEN!!! And I Am A Discaholic Listening: Mirror in the sky, what is love? Can child in my heart rise above?
I seem to have this rather large problem with buying CDs. It's like if I don't get my fix I'll start twitching, fall to the ground, and foam at the mouth while making throaty humming noises to the tune of a song. It's that bad. Yesterday, I went to the bootleg guy and I bought three bootlegs for ten dollars. I still love that deal. I think it's why I keep going back. There's always one CD that I want so I just buy two more CDs to get the equity out of it. Yesterday it was the Dixie Chicks' Home, Oasis' Heathenchemistry and Sheryl Crow's C'mon C'mon. Today at lunch I went into CD Spins and bought Morcheeba's Charango. I couldn't help it. It was under nine dollars, and it's the only Morcheeba CD that I don't own. I now have a complete collection. I used to be big into complete collections as a kid. You know I had to have all of the different types of Star Wars Stormtrooper action figures or all of the different Vipers for G.I. Joe. I have all five covers for the restart of the X-Men comics as well as all four covers of the Superman issues where the new Supermen arrive after his death. I have the first four Spawn comics complete with the coupons in them. So I'm a big fan of full sets. This is just another example of one of my quirks.
So it's been a week since I wrote about my lack of direction in life. I still kinda feel that way. I guess it doesn't get me down as much, but it's still there. Maybe I'm buying things in an attempt to fill the void. Maybe I would be more content if I owned turntables. I'll be spinning tomorrow night at Clueless & Whine's housewarming party. I was informed (not really asked) that I was DJing last night. About then people made comments to me about DJing and I was like, "Dood, no one has asked me anything." So I called up Clueless and I had told him that when he does have his party I would spin, but it was kind of last minute notice when. That didn't make me happy, but not unhappy enough to say, "No, I won't do it."
I've been thinking more and more about taking classes at Emerson College. Maybe doing a Certificate program in Public Relations or actually going for my MFA in Creative Writing. I miss writing fiction, but it seems as if I don't have the time or the discipline to do it. If I took a class, I would be forced to do it. It would also give me a reason to go out and buy a computer. ^_^ That's what I need, a computer. That way I could write entries every night before I went to sleep unless I was drunk or exhausted. But if I did write while I was drunk or exhausted, it has the potential for hilarity. But seriously.... What of this thought of taking classes? Is it a good idea? Will it be crazy expensive? Will I have enough time in my day to do it?
Also I have been thinking about joining the AdClub of Boston, which is an organization for Advertising professionals in the Boston area. I know I'm not an advertising professional, but I sure would like to be. It's like $175 for memebership and then they offer two week classes for around $400 a class. I would love to take these classes, but $400 for two weeks sounds a little steep for me. Am I just ignorant of how expensive classes are these days? So that's another thing I'm thinking about doing.
Okay, so I've had an immense amount of time to think this week. I'm thinking about actually getting my driver's license. I was looking at cars online the other day. I was pricing out Civic Hybrids and such. I'm a dork. I have to go. I've been at work phar too long.
Ahh...Gnnzz...Zaaahh...Bwah...CHOO! Listening: How can I face a word that doesn't know me, that doesn't care whether I live or die?
Okay, so I've just sneezed twenty times in the past hour. I don't know what the deal is. I would say that I think I have a cold, but I don't think I do. I feel fine. (I just wanna let you know that I actually spelled the preceeding "fine" as "find"... Was it a typo or my stuffed, freshly-sneezed nose?) It's strange. I feel fine though.
In other not so fine news, I have overslept for the last three days. None of which was on purpose. Last night I even went to sleep early, at around eleven thirty. I heard my early jolting five forty five cell phone alarm whose job is to jolt me awake enough to hear my five fifty two clock radio alarm whose job is to be snoozed until which time that I deem appropriate to get up for work. The problem is that I haven't heard the clock radio alarm for the past two days. I don't know if I'm ignoring it or I don't hear it. I checked to make sure it's set. I checked the AM/PM to make sure it's all set for the right times. I checked the volume. And I know it keeps time, because it's digital. I know it makes noise because even in my lateness I still attempt to listen to something as I'm pullin up my pants. It's really fuct. I'm thinking about buying a new alarm clock tonite at Tweeter after I get out of work. I'll go over there and check it out. If I don't feel I can part with the cash at the moment, then I won't buy a new clock. If I can, I will. I've had my current alarm clock since before I moved to Chicago for middle school. That makes this clock about ten or eleven years old. I think that's some pretty good mileage. I'm sure it has paid for itself by now. Maybe I should just suck it up and buy a new one. This sucks.
OMG's bro gets in town today from Osaka, Japan. The Violent One wants to go over there and visit. I'm not entirely sure how I got roped into going, though I think it was because she asked and I had nothing better to do. I have the starneg feeling that it's gonna be me speaking English, and The Violent One, Bambadier, OMG and her brother all speaking Japanese. It has a distinct "not fun" possibility, but I know OMG's bro is cool. I met him once or twice while in college. Nice guy.
Anyways, it's about time for me to be buzzing out of here (even if I did come in a half hour late). Wish me luck in potentially finding a new waking up device. Laterz, kiddies.
One Year, Twelve Months, Three Hundred Sixty Five Days, Eight Thousand Seven Hundred and Sixty Days, Five Hundred Twenty Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes Listening: I seen the lights go out on Broadway. I seen the Empire State lay low...
I can't believe it's Wednesday. Let me rephrase that. I can't believe it's ONLY Wednesday. Yeah, this week is dragging on and on. More importantly, I can't believe it's been a year. Wait, let me rephrase that. I can't believe it's already been a year. It feels like only yesterday I was posting angry messages on the old life update page. It feels like it was just last week, I was told that the Market was down and that a plane had hit the Twin Towers. I can remember seeing it on TV live on the fifth floor of my office building bewildered and wondering what it all meant on the grand scope of things. I remember, not being angry in the conventional sense, but more ticked in the means that they didn't step up and try to take us down face to face. The hid. But I'm done talking about this for now.
I've been bored at work so I have been messing with my blog a little, adding things here and there. I hope you like my weather girl. She seems to lose clothing as it gets warmer. I wonder if she'll dawn a parka this winter. Anyways, I'm gonna go for lunch now. I'll prolly write more laterz.
You Can't Beat Boba Listening: Sooner or later it comes down to this, and I might as well be the one...
Okay... So I slept a little this weekend. I raced a little. I drank a little. I did a little of a lot. Lemmie break it down.
Friday night after work, I packed my shit together and went with Hulk down to Attleboro (that exciting town) to stay at one of our team mate's place. He has a relatively nice place with his chiropractic practice in the building next door (literally ten feet from his house). There was a barbecue and I provided some tunes. About half of the people from our team were there. A good time was had by all. I stayed in it until the end of the barbecue around midnight, but I was really frikkin tired. It's the story of my life these days. By the time myself, Hulk and another of our team mates settled down on the floor of one of the chiropractic offices, we had already started making cracks about who was gonna spoon with who. We were determined not to let Hulk, an avid snorer, fall asleep first or before Sassy had arrived. She was coming late and separate due to a wedding she was slated to attend. By the time all was said and done and we were asleep, it was at least three in the morning. Hmm... We had to be up at six for a race. Was that smart? If your answer was "yes," then surely you need a frontal labotomy and a swift kick in the rear.
Six rolled around and we were ousted from dreamland. Grrr... I needed that sleep. The floor didn't provide much. Neither did the fact that I didn't have a pillow. Jeez. So I woke up sore and even more tired. So I went in a daze to Dunkin' Donuts then to the race site in Pawtucket. What a shit hole that place was. The only things that semi-redeemed it was the fact that there was racing to be done there and that Red Bull was one of the sponsors. I made good use of the free Red Bull running around. I was on two boats again this race. I was the drummer on one boat and a stroke on the other boat. We did pretty well considering some of the teams running around. We finished with the fifth fastest time overall in one boat and seventh in the other. This is out of twenty or so teams. So it was a good showing. The great thing was that we finished out the day with a race against the Jersey team. Damn, I love racing against them. A good crew overall.
I got home around seven o' clock, showered and chilled for a bit. I was tired as hell, so I just phased in and out of watching TV. Unfortunately I had also made plans that night to go with Carpenter to the one year anniversary of the opening of Limbo. This was the place where I helped to design the DJ booth. Now, I genuinely like the place. I like the decor, I like the music, I like the owners, but I'm not sure I fit in with the clientele. Ninethy percent of the people there are people I would generally look at and would say, "Not my kind of people." By this I mean that they're either Armani or Snobbercrombie and Bitch wearing bastards, upper middle class, white-privilege ignorant bastards. Now normally I don't talk or think like this, but sometimes you see people and that's all you can think. They all seem paper-thin and picture perfect. Now I know that they're all not, but then again, I can only go off of the vibe they set. So I found myself just standing around talking to Carpenter the entire night.
This is not to say that I didn't see a couple of girls that I found attractive. But those of you who know me know that I'm not very good at randomly talking to girls in bars. I have this overwhelming fear of being perceived as sketchy when I'm really just trying to get to know someone a little so see if they want to have coffee sometime. So needless to say I didn't talk to any of the cuties. B'sides, they were all talking to Abercrombie and Fitch models... Or was is J. Crew? Pardon my reverse snobbery. No... Forget it. If you have a problem with my anti-preppiness, you can address it to the wall on your left.
Anyways, having raced all day, I was already tired. With two drinks in me I was even more tired, so I bailed and went home at around midnight. Luckily, I got to sleep in that night. I got up on Sunday at around eleven. It was nice. I went to practice at twelve-thirty and had lunch at the Otherside afterwards with some people from the team and with The Violent One. She bought a new car. It was an Impreza. She like it. I think Imprezas are ugly. Yuck.
Alright, it's a quarter past four and I should have been gone about forty-five minutes ago. I'm looking at my collection of toys, Tare Panda, Mojo Jojo, Badtz Maru, Stitch, Sully and Boba Fett Pez. They're all telling me to go home and do laundry. I think I shall.
And the happiness keeps getting better... Today Junior and I took a risk and took the T to Newbury Street to get good ramen for lunch. We had done it once before, but it took us almost an hour and a half (quietly). This time it only took us a half an hour, so we went to Ozone where I found a pair of UFO shorts for TWENTY DOLLARS! How much did that rock? Yeah, they were even my size. How much does that kick ass? Lots. My day just keeps getting better.
The new Faithless remix album - Reperspective. It's mine, all mine. I had to beat a crack addict and an off duty cop, but I got it! Well, no, not really... I just made a detour on my coffee break. I think this may have changed my teal to my normal yellow. I'd probably be green, but that's you, because you're green with envy over my NEW FAITHLESS DISC! Seven remixes I didn't own and three new tracks! YAY YAY YAY! I love Faithless. If I could only get Sister Bliss to hop in bed with me... I would be a happy man. Or maybe even tag-teamed by her and Dido... Maybe we could even throw Maya into the mix and the cutie waitress I saw at the Joshua Tree on Tuesday... Hmm... Maybe that would be too much. But the Faithless gives me a quick fix of elation.
Yah, I'm kinda in a funk for right now. It's a a little better than it was yesterday. Instead of a deep blue funk it's kinda turned to a teal.
I'm still lonely. I'm still tired. I'm still aimless. I still have no NRG.
I thought I would be staying in tonite, but I forgot that I was seeing a movie with Carpenter tonite. I guess it's called 24 Hour Party People and it's an indie film about the beginnings of rave culture in England. I hope I get to watch the movie instead of passing out. That would suck. Time to leave another brilliantly fun day at work behind me. Can you see the sarcasm? I can taste it. Don't you wish you could taste it? Give us a kiss and we'll see what we can do.
Today I'm not feeling so well, not just physically, but I'm kinda having a down day. I mean, how good can a day look after you've gotten back from Disney World, but I have a feeling it's more than that.
I feel lonely in my own thoughts.
I feel tired in my own body (not that I would feel tired in someone else's).
I feel aimless at the moment.
No energy to chase a new job. No ladies to think about. No music gigs. Another day, another dragon boat practice. *sigh*
So many thoughts, but no way to articulate it. So many thoughts, but no one I really want to explain it to.
It was a hard day at work. Where is all going to? I thought I was joking when I told my parents this weekend that the two wicks on my candle were burning about an inch apart. Maybe it'll be better tomorrow.
