tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52091072011-04-21T22:22:28.933-07:00robot bluesboring stuff about meRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comBlogger1931100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1113175431993917132005-04-10T16:09:00.000-07:002005-04-10T16:23:51.993-07:00what the hell was i thinking having a stupid blog? i'm not going to write on here anymore, mainly because i just realised how stupid blogs really are. nobody reads this shit or cares about what mood you're in or who/what you hate or what kind of vegan burger you had for dinner. in fact, the only time i ever write anything on here is only when i'm procrastinating homework (like i am now). i guess Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1108589791513934432005-02-16T13:34:00.000-08:002005-02-16T13:37:44.543-08:00this pretty much reflects my current state of... whateverthanks dan who found this probably while he was supposed to be writing a research paperRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1108457893660717152005-02-15T00:57:00.000-08:002005-02-15T01:01:38.216-08:00not mine, but i thought it was funny as hell. supposed to be uncle sam by the wayRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1107166387283569842005-01-31T01:55:00.000-08:002005-01-31T02:13:07.283-08:00Part II i guess
the thing i probably hate the most about people is that they're so damn impatient. and we do it to ourselves. a million years ago, heck, a billion, and 13.7 billion years ago, there was no 'time'. nobody was late for work or anything. but now, we have to be somewhere all the time. we're too impatient to get the damn old fashioned way i.e. walk, and we're too impatient to wait forRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1106725075616672492005-01-25T23:26:00.000-08:002005-01-31T02:14:11.356-08:00
what's wrong with the world we live in... we've only been here for about a few million or so, and i've only been here for 20, with only five or ten years or probably less that i collectively can remember in any entirity. so sure i think evolution sucks because i'm surrounded by idiots and i don't have wings. but sort of like video killed the radio, culture killed evolution. i feel like bitching Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1102407695266021362004-12-07T01:20:00.000-08:002004-12-07T00:21:35.266-08:00alfred hitchcock loves meRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1094095006965261372004-09-01T20:14:00.000-07:002004-09-01T20:17:48.566-07:00this blog is getting expensive, so i had to put up a banner. enjoy
Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1092209557518954922004-08-10T23:53:00.000-07:002004-08-11T00:32:37.516-07:00man, i feel like such a manly-man, man. drinkin' a beer and my pants are undone. if only the cable wasn't out i'd put on some football or something. i'm trying to have a good summer now that i realise only a few weeks of it are left. it's been pretty good, but some things could have been better i suppose. and these nuts are a couple of notches below the goodness of honey roasted. i never really Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1091055975546042722004-07-28T16:01:00.000-07:002004-07-28T16:06:15.546-07:00man, i'm having such a great day. i have $0.00 in my bank account and my tuition is due by the end of the day. i'm officially broke-ass. and i only have one cigarette.
Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1083735667691852622004-05-04T22:41:00.000-07:002004-05-04T22:49:35.356-07:00don't you just hate it when you hear someone in the other room eating your potato chips? just that noise.. that annoying and frustrating noise that when you hear, you know that you're one less chip richer, that your chips are being eaten slowly and painfully.. god, that fucking crunch, and then the grinding sound, and then the pause.. and there it is again..
crunch crunch
grind grind grind grindRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1083735431183615162004-05-04T22:37:00.000-07:002004-05-04T22:41:28.640-07:00i went to the science museum today to do this out-of-class assignment for geology class. it's due tomorrow, so naturally i saw a few people from my class there. one of the kids in my lab group was there and he gave me his worksheet to copy. he just gave it to me, i didn't ask for it or anything, but somehow i didn't want it. maybe it was the fact that i didn't have to work to steal the answers. Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1082690266772537922004-04-22T20:17:00.000-07:002004-04-22T20:21:48.513-07:00i came home today, and guess what i found waiting for me on my bed? i fucking contractor trash bag (the thin kind) full of wet garbage, torn full of holes and leaking sludge and crud and shit onto my bed. on the place i sleep.
and guess who put it there?
kevbo.
god i am so fucking pissed. at fucking kevbo. listen to that word. kevbo. it's like just hearing it, writing it, even just thinking Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1081840399902802792004-04-13T00:13:00.000-07:002004-04-13T00:17:08.670-07:00it felt much later than 1:30 when i finally rolled my head back to glance at my alarm clock, after what seemed like hours of my mind pacing over the same stupid thoughts, over and over again. that was about ten minutes ago. although i know i'm tired, i feel like i know i'm not going to get any sleep tonight.
suddenly i feel like my life isn't going anywhere. i might accomplish some number of Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1081327728480831522004-04-07T01:48:00.000-07:002004-04-07T01:52:29.106-07:00just finished the studies, or at least enough for tonight. it seems the resident feline is hated so much that nobody feeds him.. and i get all the shit when he cries hungry and wakes everyone up, usually around this hour.
i saw damien rice earlier, through a series of miracles. one of which was actually obtaining money from my dad. another was drastically talking down a scalper.. more of sarah'sRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1079033527164271972004-03-11T11:32:00.000-08:002004-03-11T11:35:12.746-08:00"life sucks, then you die"
..or kill yourself, or whatever. i'm so sick of being up to my eyeballs in debt that i could kill myself. i wish i at least had a big house and a yacht like the guy in that commercial..Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1078821856845810342004-03-09T00:44:00.000-08:002004-03-09T00:53:19.653-08:00i can't believe it's almost 3, seems it got so late so fast. this art stuff is keeping me busy. i feel like i have so much to do.. but first things first i need to get some sleep. time for a much-needed hitting of the ol' hay. too bad i have to get up early, yech. not only am i really freaking busy but i have to worry about dickhead kevbo ruining all of my stuff; he's moving everything out of my Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1078288379201748812004-03-02T20:32:00.000-08:002004-03-02T20:36:26.513-08:00so i came home just about ten minutes ago. my mom had long since gone to bed as she usually would by this hour, and the kitchen was a mess (also as usually) - smelling particularly of cake batter. there was an empty box of that pillsbury stuff or whatever brand it is that makes the cake mix in a box, as well as an empty egg carton, a measuring cup, a whisk, the eggbeater, the whole works. so Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1077605255179539082004-02-23T22:47:00.000-08:002004-02-23T22:50:18.700-08:00so i was listening to 97.1 earlier tonight, as i have been all day (i really really need tix to that sold out damien rice show, even enough to try the caller-number-nine or whatever) and adam on loveline pointed out something funny. it was about locker rooms, something along the line of an unfairness to straight people: see, at any gym or health club, there's pretty much just locker rooms for Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1077346944379666342004-02-20T23:02:00.000-08:002004-02-20T23:06:24.530-08:00Sarah, when i ask you to marry me, i'm going to give you this on a ring.
Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1075958397502175672004-02-04T21:19:00.000-08:002004-02-04T21:22:16.200-08:00This is actually kind of old news, but it's somewhat related to the link i put up yesterday, and i think it's pretty cool. it's a bunch of drawings made by kids doped up on radiohead.
radiohead rorschach
anyways, i've been thinking all day about that being a psychologist thing. we did an activity in class today that really gave me ideas too, we all made drawings and then randomly distrubuted Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1075872518017715902004-02-03T21:28:00.000-08:002004-02-03T21:32:06.343-08:00Sarah told me some really cool idea today, something she realized in psych class. but first, i'm going to put up this link because i keep telling her about it and always forget to show it to her. anyway this is really cool, it's a series of drawings by an artist having a documented acid trip:
http://www.cowboybooks.com.au/html/acidtrip1.html
anyways, i think i'm going to be a psychologist. i Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1075475555812380822004-01-30T07:12:00.000-08:002004-01-30T07:14:47.200-08:00when i woke up this morning, i really didn't want to get up and go to work. and apparently, neither did my car. so i'm sort of stuck here until spring comes and the thing thaws out. in the meantime, thank god for the snooze button, which is the best invention in the history of anything and everything.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1074658601277437272004-01-20T20:16:00.000-08:002004-01-20T20:40:53.983-08:00every night, my mom comes home from work, and usually for more than an hour at a time, binges and purges. except she doesn't do the purge part. instead, she drapes herself over the couch cushions rather in the fashion of a beached whale, and pushes the biomass that includes no less than half the contents of the refrigerator through her mighty gut with a strength that could only have been given byRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1074588743323332712004-01-20T00:52:00.000-08:002004-01-20T00:54:21.340-08:00well, tomorrow is the beginning of a new sememster at school. i have'nt been there for about a month, so it's like the first day of school all over again for me. and i have to be there in about five hours. i've been drinking copious amounts of tea, so maybe i'll just stay up all night... i could catch up on some reading. as if the caffiene didn't keep me up all night, the frequent pee breaks Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1074074046215085562004-01-14T01:54:00.000-08:002004-01-14T01:55:56.390-08:00it's almost 4 am. why am i still up? because of dick-bo's fucking gullet. i fucking hate that stinking pile of shit. at least i can't smell him when he's a room away. god i hate this.. it's been going on for weeks now. i'm so pissed at that shit head. what a fucker.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1073883666761755302004-01-11T21:01:00.000-08:002004-01-11T21:02:53.983-08:00man, am i so bored.. my schedule for school really sucks so far. it really, really sucks i mean. and this seems pointless right now, so i'm going to just write some more bullshit later if i feel like it. gross, fat fuck is walking around in his underwear. god that is disgusting. what a disgusting man. i hate this crap, he really really makes me want to move out. hell, it's him or me. you know Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1073418838440551282004-01-06T11:53:00.000-08:002004-01-06T11:55:37.843-08:00sometimes when i get up in the morning, i feel like i still have mono. maybe it's cuz the cat woke me up at 6 something.. oh well. i went back to sleep and had some really weird dreams tho.. i never really start dreaming usually unless i sleep in, or at least i don't remember if i do, so getting up early really sucks for me. i do remember i had one dream that sarah was in, but i don't think i Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1073160007053299082004-01-03T12:00:00.000-08:002004-01-03T12:01:43.200-08:00well, i thought i wrote something on here yesterday, but i guess i didn't. or it hasn't shown up. anyways i'm bored (nothing new) and somehow i thought that this would help. oh well. it's saturday afternoon and i'm sitting in front of a computer screen. and you know why? because there's nothing on tv. i shouldn't even be inside. i should be out doing cool stuff. i wish i was a kid again, so i Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1073088883606201522004-01-02T16:14:00.000-08:002004-01-02T16:16:18.513-08:00so borrred. i think my mom is eating cat food, cuz the whole room smells like it and she's eating something out of a can. gross. i'm not even going to look. blah bleh bored
Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1072498359923887002003-12-26T20:12:00.000-08:002003-12-26T20:19:49.920-08:00oh, and kevbo is smoking his canadian death-sticks. seriously, this is what the front of the box looks like:
(that's not the particular brand he smokes tho, actually in place of the rotting teeth is a man hooked up to an iron lung). pretty sick huh? i bet that's real good for my sinuses.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1072497907361046762003-12-26T20:05:00.000-08:002003-12-26T20:06:33.340-08:00so christmas night i come home (we all had dinner at my dads house) and kevbo is sleeping in my sister's room. her bed being right next to the wall of my room, my whole room seemed to shake with the reverberations of his snoring. so, i went downstairs and slept on the couch. i didn't even sleep well, and woke up on christmas morning with a terrible cold/flu/something like that. it sucked. a lot. Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1072208939285157072003-12-23T11:48:00.000-08:002003-12-23T11:50:20.450-08:00yay christmas parties.. i've been to two in two days and they've both been pretty awesome. there was lots of food.. i'm all sad that i'm going to have to go back to eating regular meals after two days of eating party food. and the company was awesome. in addition to real food, i need sleep.. sunday night at about 2 or 3 in the morning we went sledding at the orono golf course.. it was pretty coolRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1071865756732758892003-12-19T12:29:00.000-08:002003-12-19T12:30:32.903-08:00jeez, i just slept 15 or 16 hours or something.. makes you feel like crap, but it was well-needed. i was supposed to be unloading a container today, but i guess it didn't come in and it's waiting at customs or something. so i guess i'm going to go get tabs for my car today.. has anybody seen my wallet? i really can't find it. and i had parts of a bad night earlier last evening. and even though i Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1071738651277595892003-12-18T01:10:00.000-08:002003-12-18T01:19:50.216-08:00i'm taking a much needed break from working finals stuff. the deal with the final is, the prof gives us a study guide with a bunch of essay questions on it (37 to be precise) of which he'll choose 15 or so at random to grade us on. so we can either go in and only answer the 15, or just answer them all ahead of time, the latter of which i'm doing. currently i'm up to about 23 done. i suppose it Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1071479566288653612003-12-15T01:12:00.000-08:002003-12-15T01:13:56.653-08:00http://paranormal.about.com/library/weekly/aa022299.htm
ok, this is weird. i came across this somehow, surfing/procrastinating homework, and it seemed really weird. but, i knew right away what these frogs and toads were up to: quantum teleportation. think about it. that's the only way they could have gotten there. maybe they're from the future.. that sounds pretty farfetched, but how else?
or, Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1071211087835819442003-12-11T22:38:00.000-08:002003-12-11T22:39:13.780-08:00damn i'm so good. i just submitted my last assignment for my computerism class with only 12 minutes to spare until the deadline. and to think that just 20 minutes ago i had felt so helpless about it.. every time i finish writing a computer program, i just feel like such a genious. anyways, not a whole lot left to worry about right now. i'm debating whether or not i should sleep tonight.. last Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1071170324347342592003-12-11T11:18:00.000-08:002003-12-11T11:19:49.920-08:00on a lighter note, a lot of funny things come up when you search for the word "shit" on google.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1071170218136975982003-12-11T11:16:00.000-08:002003-12-11T11:19:09.326-08:00
just felt like cursing...
oh fucking bloody hell.
i am fucked. royally.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1070699933017215532003-12-06T00:38:00.000-08:002003-12-06T00:39:51.153-08:00i got a lot done today. not really i guess, but compared to yesterday (or the rest of last week for that matter) i sure did. but now i'm just reminded of how much i have to do.. finals week at school, and christmas is coming up for which i need to drop some serious g-money (whatever the hell that means. hey, it's late). but, i shouldn't let my to-do lists dwarf me. i have to do all these Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1070594569007229672003-12-04T19:22:00.000-08:002003-12-04T19:24:19.810-08:00earlier today i was thinking to myself how winter kind around here is really starting to suck. i think it started officially last year, when there was barely any snow at all, and then we would just randomly get a few really warm days, and it was really just a kind of half-assed nature. anyways, i thought it should really snow more, because that would be cool. i hate cold weather (well, i don't Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1070509456783793232003-12-03T19:44:00.000-08:002003-12-04T16:30:35.403-08:00so when i get home every night, i park my car on the loop in front of the house, rather than going around the side by the garage, just so that i'm not getting in anybody's way. and every night, i come to the front door, and it's locked. freaking always. and the best part is, nobody has a key to the front door, since we had the locks changed twice in a year, but the front door was only changed Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1070223213468741922003-11-30T12:13:00.000-08:002003-11-30T12:14:24.733-08:00tea is good. i, however unfortunately, am not. tea makes me feel better tho. i think i'm going to start drinking more tea.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1070141311317324222003-11-29T13:28:00.000-08:002003-11-29T13:30:00.716-08:00did you know that in the UK, today is "buy nothing day"? i think it's a really cool idea in fact, and i'm going to start celebrating it myself. they even have a website for it:
www.buynothingday.co.uk
Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1070007457189361232003-11-28T00:17:00.000-08:002003-11-28T00:18:25.106-08:00Sarah made an interesting point in her blog earlier, something about how maintaining, or even reading, one of these things (a blog) requires that one has too much time on their hands. well, it's not like i have entirely too much time on my hands or anything, i mean, oftentimes i post from class, or at the end of the day when it's late at night and i'm decidedly done with everything. but her, on Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1069669823441294042003-11-24T02:30:00.000-08:002003-11-24T02:31:05.110-08:00hot chocolate is really good.. i didn't know they have chocolate whipped cream now, that was a nice touch on the whole thing. so, that turns out to be a morale booster. i'm going to go finish this book "the Painted Word" and well, finish this crap i guess.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1069669097995548042003-11-24T02:18:00.000-08:002003-11-24T02:18:59.763-08:00it's past 4. i'm spending my time thinking more about how to get out of giving this speech rather than giving thought to the speech itself. i tried taking a little nap earlier, just 20 minutes i told myself, and it turned into i think and hour and a half, something like that. well, this sucks and i feel like crap. and i have a cold. speaking of cold, it's freezing in here. i'm going to go have Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1069650004162269882003-11-23T21:00:00.000-08:002003-11-23T21:00:45.826-08:00hey, i can't write much, i'm super busy sort of, and i'm screwed if i don't get this stupid assignment done perfect. but i decided to write some stuff. hi sarah! well, i don't really have to much to write about. this weekend was full of adventure and danger as usual. i finished reading "the DaVinci Code", it's a really good book. Sarah said the ending was kind of a letdown (at which point i was Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1069223546528458652003-11-18T22:32:00.000-08:002003-11-18T22:37:44.670-08:00
god, fuck this all. i just gave myself a fucking brain aneurysm over this stupid fucking c program for the last 2 hours.. it was due at midnight. and i finally finish the fucking thing, and it's 12:01. FUCK.
usually, i'm not that much of a procrastinator, but i really couldn't find my textbook until just a bit ago. god, fucking less than a minute late. i needed those points.. fuck. god i can't Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1068613031013683692003-11-11T20:57:00.000-08:002003-11-11T20:57:36.996-08:00wow, this is really funny.. my brother's weblog. he's a funny guy, and i'd like to think only smarter than me becaues he's older.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1068444546569142132003-11-09T22:09:00.000-08:002003-11-09T22:09:29.856-08:00we-hell, i had a freakin awesome day today. i love being a dork, and the one thing i love the most about sarah is that she's a bigger dork than me. we must be the most annoying couple, ever. i was all depressed this weekend, and the last couple of weeks really sucked, but now i don't care. i have two assignments and a quiz tuesday, and i have a final thursday for which i have to read a whole bookRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1068272584549534662003-11-07T22:23:00.000-08:002003-11-07T22:23:25.043-08:00so tired. i'm weak, i made it at work only a bit short of twelve hours. but so tired. and now i'm up so late, why? well, to tell the truth, i'm that big of a loser. i kind of stayed up waiting for the phone to ring. and it didn't. i'm just going to bed. so tired.. i'm going to go pass outRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1068186586345235702003-11-06T22:29:00.000-08:002003-11-06T22:30:05.466-08:00well, tomorrow i'm getting up at about 6:30-ish to drive sarah to where she leaves to go out of town for the weekend (always out of town these days..), and then having one of those lets-see-how-long-i-can-work-before-i-pass-out kind of days. i need the money.. and i need the sleep. goodnight.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1068186248484410832003-11-06T22:24:00.000-08:002003-11-06T22:25:18.340-08:00big night for me.. don't ask. i'm tired. of this place. the only thing i like about this place is that sarah lives here. i've been thinking about what would happen if we just randomly ran away.. of course we say her parents would kill her or at least disown her (like really seriously yes) but if we didn't come back who would give a damn. i just want to get out of this place and have my own life. Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1067998993151292982003-11-04T18:23:00.000-08:002003-11-04T18:23:29.610-08:00i saw a deer eating from a piece of a smashed pumpkin on the street earlier tonight.. i wish i'd had a camera, it would have made a good picture i think. it made me kind of sad. the deer seem to have no place to live and nothing to eat around here anymore, and in my short lifetime i've seen houses go up all over the place, it seems to me that it's happened in the blink of an eye. i guess it is Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1067927270468637992003-11-03T22:27:00.000-08:002003-11-04T18:19:06.530-08:00just when i thought kevbo could'nt be a bigger cock.. he went and trumped himself. he showed himself up with his cock-ery. he one-upped the cock factor. he is now the biggest cock in the universe. with this post, i formally nominate him for the biggest douche in the universe award.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1067740689398531862003-11-01T18:38:00.000-08:002003-11-01T18:38:21.640-08:00hey, who wants to be the 1,000th visitor to my website? too late actually i think but 1,001 is still open. i'm bored. it's saturday night, i should be going out and doing stuff.. well, seeya later!Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1066933256662717892003-10-23T11:20:00.000-07:002003-10-23T11:20:56.593-07:00i'm bored and at school again. it seems like this is some kind of constant cycle.. well, it is really. i want to get out of it, i want to be done already. i thought i was patient, but this is really making me think otherwise. well, yay, i can't wait to go to work, too. every day just kind of sucks. at least i have one thing (person) to live for. and the weekends aren't all that bad. i get to go Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1066884563513392362003-10-22T21:49:00.000-07:002003-10-22T22:01:24.573-07:00god kevbo is such a fucking cock. i hate him. i now avoid him at all costs. he's almost worse than the people at my high school, who are in turn worse than sarah's parents. i swear, if i still live in this shitty town when i have kids, they will not attend wayzata high school.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1066799296224176502003-10-21T22:08:00.000-07:002003-10-21T22:13:17.326-07:00
shit, i am so fucked. my insurance payment has now gone up from last month's $267 to $462. and now i have a credit card bill to pay too. not like i use a credit card, i need for the overdraft protection on my checking account. and i still plan on getting sarah those expensive things i was planning on? fuck man, i am so fucking fucked. and listen to me, i bitch about my financial issues on my Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1066761235587895022003-10-21T11:33:00.000-07:002003-10-21T11:33:55.253-07:00i'm at school and b o r e d . i'm so freaking bored. i want to go get something to eat, but i'm too poor. i wish i had more money. i have to pull $267 out of my ass by next week to pay my insurance and still have enough money to afford sarah's present for our anniversary. i have to be the best boyfriend ever, it's our 12-month and i haven't gotten shite. i feel like crap, and i know thatRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1066708779713856992003-10-20T20:59:00.000-07:002003-10-20T20:59:39.076-07:00ok so i'm going to write more now for some reason. i just feel kind of crappy. i want to get out of here, it seems like life is a constant cycle, the phase of which i'm now and which i find myself in most often is just useless. i'm pathetic i know. i want to get my own place, i wish sarah and i could have our own place, i'm sick of all this crap and crap from her parents. i feel so bad for her, Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1066707905343928052003-10-20T20:45:00.000-07:002003-10-20T20:45:04.900-07:00this week is going to suck. i have to work so freaking much.. i don't think i'll be able to afford my insurance, unless i don't buy anything for sarah on our 12 month anniversary. bleh. and i think the month is wrong.. anyways, i don't want to bitch about how poor i am. i should be doing stuff right now.. if not doing stuff, then sleeping so that i can do more stuff tomorrow. i think i'm just Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1066364746590716982003-10-16T21:25:00.000-07:002003-10-16T21:26:23.913-07:00i saw a homeless man coming home from uptown earlier tonight. he was standing next to a busy intersection with a sign that read,
"ANYTHING WILL HELP
EVEN A SMILE".
i didn't know what to do but smile. he smiled a lot, he seemed like a happy guy. but every time i see a homeless guy, i get less than five minutes down the road and i wish i had helped. i felt akward, sitting in my car, while he was Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1066194892904894072003-10-14T22:14:00.000-07:002003-10-14T22:14:52.876-07:00you know what they should have on the internet? they have this website, idrink.com, that tells you how to make pretty much any mixed drink. what's so special about that, you ask? there's this really cool feature where you tell them what ingredients you have on hand (by selecting from a huge list) and they'll tell you what drinks you can make and how.
so i think they should have this for food. Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1066192271452662112003-10-14T21:31:00.000-07:002003-10-14T21:31:11.210-07:00well, so i didn't get dumped today. long story. that, and i've been spending too much time on this website. i don't know what's more addicting, either reading things people have posted or posting things yourself. some of them are really sad, most of them are in fact, but a few of them are kind of funny.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1066147255912044612003-10-14T09:00:00.001-07:002003-10-14T09:00:56.110-07:00on a totally unrelated note,
i think i'm going to get dumped today.
i love her.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1066147217848049392003-10-14T09:00:00.000-07:002003-10-14T09:00:18.046-07:00so i got some sleep. my brain isn't really working too much better. i was woken up in the morning by a phone call with some terrible news.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1066125361875148942003-10-14T02:56:00.000-07:002003-10-14T02:56:02.140-07:00man, am i tired. and i have so much more work to do.. my brain totally stopped working hours ago, so i can barely comprehend even my own writing. i'm going to get about 3 hours of sleep tonight. i feel d-e-d, ded. plus i smell bad.. i had a smoke ealier. i had one last night, which was the first one i've had since i quit many many months ago. man, it killed me dead, and it was even a "light". notRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1065596253938416602003-10-07T23:57:00.000-07:002003-10-07T23:57:33.306-07:00can't sleep.
so bored..
i should be pretty tired, i went to work straight from school and left at ten something. we were talking about john muir in environmental ethics, and the prof said, "well, it's such a beautiful day, why don't you all go and test out his theory?" so we got out of class all early. it was a pretty nice day, not a cloud in the sky and the temperature was about 85, making it Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1065585386340121302003-10-07T20:56:00.000-07:002003-10-07T20:59:25.753-07:00blah, bleh, blih, bloh, bluh, blyh.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1065225980994384982003-10-03T17:06:00.000-07:002003-10-03T17:06:56.336-07:00oh my god i just saw the most disgusting thing ever to be on television.. sarah jessica parker without makeup! as if she wasn't already ugly enough.
it looked kind of like this:
i don't know which one is worseRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1064712280421772862003-09-27T18:24:00.000-07:002003-09-27T18:24:40.280-07:00blah i'm so bored. and it's saturday night. sarah is in iowa.. today is our anniversary. i wasn't too happy about her going to iowa anyways, last time she went she got more sick than she ever has in her life. so, shit. i'm just tired. but i can't get to sleep, because this place is so freaking cold. the furnace apparently isn't working yet.. and it's freaking freezing in here, mr. bigglesworth. Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1063849065539318882003-09-17T18:37:00.000-07:002003-09-17T18:37:45.240-07:00what the hell is this? i've been waiting for two hours for sarah to call me. she's lucky i'm a patient bastard. but i'm getting really hungry..Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1063602009583272102003-09-14T22:00:00.000-07:002003-09-17T18:38:13.800-07:00well, i guess the pictures don't work anymore.. but i don't really give a crap. the internet is just kind of boring. actually, i'm just bored now. good god, a helicopter just blew up on tv, but i'm not really watching. now i'm so interested in this damn screen, what about it is so fixating? maybe the fact that it glows. funny i don't even know how it works. i know a lot of the basic mechanics andRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1063251278989063332003-09-10T20:34:00.000-07:002003-09-10T20:38:03.253-07:00acheta of b3ta (hey that rhymed. i know, i'm an idiot) has informed me with this post:
Spaghetti Squash
Vegetable spaghetti, vegetable marrow, spaghetti squash, noodle squash, and squaghetti. All are name for a variety of squash or marrow (Cucurbita pepo) that looks like a small yellow watermelon, with flesh composed of long thin spaghetti-like strings. Most authorities agree it is an American Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1063250939927352742003-09-10T20:28:00.000-07:002003-09-10T20:35:00.210-07:00why do they call it "spaghetti squash"?
i thought it was because you cut it up to resemble spaghetti noodles.
sarah said, "because you eat it with spaghetti... i don't know".
scone with the wind from b3ta said, "because it's made out of moonbeams and stardust". they all had weird answers like that though... i just liked that one.
and i just have to put this down because it's driving me nuts: Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1063085352191725782003-09-08T22:29:00.000-07:002003-09-09T20:18:48.250-07:00pancakes or "smoke signals"
so i was thinking earlier, this sucks. you know why i was thinking that? because i was in class for three freaking hours. thank god i only go to that class once a week. but anyways, the word "pancake(s)" plops into my head a minute ago. and then the phrase "smoke signal(s)", or vice versa. i'm thinking now, i could really go for some pancakes... actually, maybe it's Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1063075904188070432003-09-08T19:51:00.000-07:002003-09-08T19:51:44.026-07:00sorry honey, but i think it's funny:
Angel0242 (9:41:38 PM): so what tehf cuk?
...
tehf cuk?
p.s. don't kill me, you always think it's funny when i'm mad.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1062725966110557122003-09-04T18:39:00.000-07:002003-09-04T19:01:50.623-07:00ok. i forgot what i was going to say.. but anyways, a thought.. i was making dinner for sarah earlier (i always do end up doing this; first of all, she says that she can cook but she just likes how i do it better (she would), and second, she's always doing the work/school thing so it's not like she's at home all day like me (though it's not like i sit around all day, i do stuff but i just have a Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1062725246556424212003-09-04T18:27:00.000-07:002003-09-04T18:27:26.506-07:00ok so it's thursday night. and goddamnit, i can't sit down for five minutes to write a freaking online journal entry without somebody around here asking me for something. now i have to go take out the garbage. pissflaps.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1062724741551900152003-09-04T18:19:00.000-07:002003-09-04T18:21:30.376-07:00ok, really, this is the last time i say this.
i finally got the freakin pictures to work!
yay! it's me in the studyRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1062621398509662212003-09-03T13:36:00.000-07:002003-09-03T13:36:38.486-07:00it seems my last post didn't show up (?) but oh well. what am i writing about? i thought i was going to write about something, but i guess i forgot. then again, i never really do write about anything at all.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1062557980079079362003-09-02T19:59:00.001-07:002003-09-02T19:59:39.883-07:00nope.. none of those are really wordsRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1062557963046508962003-09-02T19:59:00.000-07:002003-09-02T19:59:22.850-07:00then i look them up and see if they're real words.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1062557937362409192003-09-02T19:58:00.000-07:002003-09-02T19:58:57.160-07:00i changed my website around a little bit.. i think i'm going to just do it in html, the crappy site-editor thing they give you is fun but has limitations. speaking of computer code, i wrote my first program for karel in school. it sounds a lot cooler than it is.. but it's easy and i guess kind of fun. not like it's something i would want to do. i'm bored right now. i guess i'm waiting for sarah, Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1061944452496538472003-08-26T17:34:00.000-07:002003-08-26T17:34:12.493-07:00i got pictures to work i think..
yay! it's meRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1061876159635983572003-08-25T22:35:00.000-07:002003-08-25T22:35:59.630-07:00today was my first day of college.. it was like high school all over again, but the schedule is way cooler. i only go four days a week and i dont have to be there at noon.. the bad part is i have to get there a half hour early at least because even tho there's something like ten parking lots, there's somehow nowhere to park. but otherwise, it's just, school. Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1060629822728917722003-08-11T12:23:00.000-07:002003-08-11T16:18:53.640-07:00edit:
lets just say, i hate kevboRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1060320546318646652003-08-07T22:29:00.000-07:002003-08-07T22:29:06.290-07:00there is now four days, fifteen hours, nineteen minutes, and thirty-four seconds left. until what? wouldn't you like to know..Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1059861823304736782003-08-02T15:03:00.000-07:002003-08-02T15:03:43.243-07:00he sits there smoking his cigarettes, one by one. thick swells of putrid smoke waft lazily into the still air. not a window in the house is open. he waits there, he'd been there all day. he sat there waiting to eat the flesh of an animal he never knew - but that never occured to him, he wouldn't care - the flesh he had been preparing all day as if for some sort of sacrificial ritual. but scent ofRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1059545865061200562003-07-29T23:17:00.000-07:002003-07-29T23:17:45.030-07:00i just joined this site b3ta.com, it's a photoshop hillarity kind of site that i've been a fan of for a while. anyways, i was going to post an image on the messageboard, and they told me that geocities (where my site is) won't let you link to an image that it hosts. that's why i couldn't link to an image here either. so, i have to find a new place to host my images. but dan said he might get me Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1059294739451216632003-07-27T01:32:00.000-07:002003-07-27T01:32:19.376-07:00i think my sleeping pattern is getting a little better... it's 3:30 and i'm going to bedRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1059281348032107242003-07-26T21:49:00.000-07:002003-07-26T21:49:07.906-07:00the ribfest sucked. the band was some shitty 80's gig called "night riders" or something like that. anyways at least i got out. the weather was nice... there was a really cool street performer, i guess that was the highlight of my night. i always thought those people were really cool, as if it's something that i would like to do for fun. the guy kind of reminded me of "the pest". speaking of Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1059245319184803862003-07-26T11:48:00.000-07:002003-07-26T11:48:39.030-07:00this sucks, only 19 more days of utter shittiness as of today. check out G Sheaves and the FuzzotronRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1058660074347784622003-07-19T17:14:00.000-07:002003-07-19T17:14:34.303-07:00my mom is drunkRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1058549712486213592003-07-18T10:35:00.000-07:002003-07-18T10:38:51.426-07:00do you know how bored i am?
random fact:
did you know that there's
1,208,925,819,614,629,174,706,176 bytes in a yottabyte?
a byte is basically a combination of 8 ones and zeros (bits). each letter in a word is represented by one byte in computer land.
that's one septillion, two-hundred eight sextillion, nine-hundred twenty-five quintillion, eight-hundred nineteen quadrillion, six-hundred Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1058509678280413132003-07-17T23:27:00.001-07:002003-07-17T23:27:58.193-07:00what if i were amish? that would really suck. that would put the icing on the shit-cake.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1058509627378150072003-07-17T23:27:00.000-07:002003-07-17T23:27:07.293-07:00life sucks. bleh i thought i would never say that. whatever i don't really care about anything anymore. who reads this anyways? nobody cares anyhow. i'm bummed out.Rhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-1057469224381830392003-07-05T22:27:00.000-07:002003-07-05T22:27:04.343-07:00woah there's this new thing. it looks cool. i like new stuff and stuff that doesn't suck. i also like new old stuff, like this awesome 1967 mosrite combo i'm buying from lars. he let me play it at rhettstock (which kind of sucked and there was no after party since my mom had really bad pms. gross. don't get me started) and it wails. i'm bored i think i'm going to go play it.. too bad i don't haveRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209107.post-959705472003-06-23T21:57:00.000-07:002003-06-23T21:57:39.436-07:00hmm seems spacemonkey might not be able to make it now, but that's a maybe. i find out tomorrow + get my guitar back from repair. sweetRhetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109857418654686555noreply@blogger.com