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moving all my stuff out of bad apartment in short minutes. hopefully will be moved in fully to good apartment in short hours. no tv no internet makes brian something something. the edge of your seat content you are used to will return upon connection of internet next saturday.

yesterday was good practice for the college football season. you see, after work, we had a little office party where the four of us sat around and drank. then i went to joe's with pat bill and freddy the locksmith where i had a couple beers and a variety of appetizers. Now it's like 8 or 9 when i leave there and i've got about 8 under my belt and am the world is spinning drunk. but, it was friday night, i was to meet katie adam lori and oly at sunset at 10 or so. when i got home, i bucked up, showered, and then headed out again. beer and potato skins and then some drunk phone calls i don't remember. the moral of the story is that i went and i went hard, even when faced with the adversity of thinking it was time to pass out. i rule. football games, watch the fuck out.

today when i woke i uhh, played video games and packed. then i began going stir crazy. "i have a social disease / i have to go out every night" thank you i am the world trade center. oh yeah, sri called and we caught up and told entertaining drinking stories for about an hour.

i am now going to anna's and then back here to face my doom. perhaps mancini will call, perhaps i will play grand theft auto. also, my shirt from banana republic is totally hott. the one i'm wearing now from j crew is pretty sweet too.

tomorrow i move, and hopefully move in. else, i'll have my bed in new place and nothing but bad memories in old place and will have nowhere to sleep. also, i really want to just move in for real tomorrow and if i don't i will cry.

yesterday was apparantly guys night at sland 3, so i went, and drank beers with dave and the residents. red sox and asshole. then sean and i went to mary ann's for about 3 minutes.

woke up on cue today, wasn't feeling so hot, but i was perfectly functioning. another fine day at work, hit up copley on lunch and bought some shirts from banana and j crew, they may soon be returned, or i will wear one out tomorrow, providing i go out. except i think there is the first mod party of the season, and that isn't exactly a nice shirt function.

i said i was going to pack tonight, and managed to put all my cds in a box. then i started my night's musical journey. i've just listened to that "just cause she dance the go go it don't make her a ho no" song twice, and i'm not even drunk. the things i do.

new spoon has grown leaps on me, but i still want to return to bright eyes over and over. i listen to it in halves, and the second half, wow. it's so good, the last three songs are (sorry for the pun) just lifting. both in the arrangements and the lyrics, especially the arrangements. "girl on a balance beam" shimmers, and it's not exactly happy lyrics, but there's a nice undercurrent "now i'm staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode. Beacuse a day is gonna come, don't know when but it will come and then we will finally know the way out here." next up is laura laurent, a by the books country waltz. this one reads like a sad letter to a sad girl who's given up. contains the line "but do you know we are in high demand, Laura, us people who suffer? Because we don't take to arguing and we are quick to surrender" which i like a lot. the huge redemption that just brings a big old smile is right at the end, conor sings "But you should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living. Beacuse it is the ones with the sorest throats, Laura, who have done the most singing." then he screams "everybody" and a bar full of people join in and sing la las and it's great. then the last song, the ten minute "Let's not shit ourselve (to love and be loved)" is just a big old countrytime rock and roll jamboree that sprawls all over the place and just bounces with fun. man. i need to stop before i start dissecting it song by song. i'm just going to listen to "lover i don't have to love," which is tied together by this spooky rhodes line and a nicely distorted drum loop and then some killer faux-synth strings and lovely caustic vocals from mr. oberst "i want a lover i don't have to love, i want a girl too sad to give a fuck" and then closes off with "love is an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. do you like to hurt? i do i do, then hurt me." and he sings it and slips into his finest gordon gano and then i listen to the song again and no more bright eyes. i do highly suggest "Lifted or the story is in the soil keep your ear to the ground," but no one who reads this is about to run out and buy it so i'll keep it for myself.

ok, back to work.

today at work: new spoon, new interpol, new sleater-kinney. yay. except you know what i'm listening to tomorrow? the gd bright eyes album, i really think there's something great there. granted, there are about 15 cringe-worthy seconds over the album where conor gets really bad, but i can live with that. the album is great. there are some straight up lengthy folky songs a la bob dylan, and then just a mess of other styles and yet the whole thing fits somehow. and i will listen to it tomorrow instead of new music.

but that's ok, cause i previewed spoon and interpol to and from the airport for katie.

i don't know about the new spoon. it's intensely stripped down. hardly sounds like a full band effort throughout most of it. perhaps its a case of falling in love with girls can tell and just wanting that again. but i heard no shimmering pop a la me and the bean and no down and dirty strut rockers like lines in the suit and take the fifth. we shall see on further outings. and the interpol sounds fantastic. sadly, specialist is not on the album, but then again, it's nice to have a true b-side rather than have that first EP be all album cuts.

worked, came home, gtad, and then airported. and now bed.

found out the apartment is ready. thank god. tomorrow i begin packing and perhaps i will even move something just to know that i can.

today at work i was ahead a day and now when updated s-t i seem to have become behind a day.

today was quite weird, because as i was walking home, i thought about this morning when i was walking to the T, and the hours in between, 10 of them, seemed like minutes. today was an unbelievably quick day and i don't know why. but don't mistake this for complaining, oh no.

So i'm being tested. first was the fact that my apartment is a shithole. second is the whole flooded carpet debacle. third is the leftover smell. fourth is the mushroom i found on saturday. Then last night was the power outage at 10pm. i swear. each day is just a test, not only a test, but an insult, a kick to the nuts. every day that goes by and joe the new landlord doesn't call me and say "move on in!" is another day i'm forced to suffer this hell.

i had a realization today in dunkin donuts. This girl and this girl are the same girl. "wishful thinking" you may say, but no, it is so. I had a flashback this morning at dunkin donuts, it was like the end of usual suspects where everything relevant flashed up on screen. except in this case, it wasn't very clever and there were really only three pieces to the puzzle. 1.) the first morning at dunkin donuts, 2.) catching her eye at maryanns, 3.) her saying she had seen me in dunkin' donuts. i thought of all these things this morning when i saw some other cute girl in dunkin' donuts but she didn't really look back and then i was like "oh, remember when the girl looked back," and then was like "oh! oh!" and then i went to work and ten minutes later was walking back home.

on saturday i went to sland3 at 6 or so. john and i went and bought six packs of beers across the world: pilsner urquell for me, stella artois for him, and uhh, bud for sean. then we hit eagle's deli, and then back to sland3 to drink and play football. and then there was a surprise. on espn classic there was the 1984 rose bowl of miami vs. boston college, home of the god-like flutie 6-seconds-left game winning pass. nice surprise. we watched. then it ended, and i saw sean and john do a dance routine to some song with robbie williams and kylie minogue. and then we went to mary ann's because we had absolutely nothing else to do. we went. we hung out. i talked to my grandparents. keyser came. then a senior prom came. then people left. then sean and i left. then i came home and had another series of 1,000 weird dreams.

yesterday i played videogames. then, at 10, after a little gta3, i was all amped to see citizen kane since i had earlier watched the 3-eyed fish simpsons episode which has more than a handful of overt nods to CK, and then the power went out and i wept.

and then today happened, but you're filled in on that.

oh, except for the music quotient. one: i cannot friggin WAIT until the interpol album on friday. and two: i listened to the bright eyes album today. my first bright eyes experience, and not a bad one. i was expecting a lot more childishness, yelping, crying, and things that hurt my ears. yelping and ear hurting only happened for about 15 seconds. the rest of it was mostly good. some of it great. he's weird though as everything is in prose and there are generally zero choruses. but i'm digging it. a very rustic western thing going on, with a few twists here and there. he also sounds at time like a lower registered gordon gano. and i need to sink into the lyrics more to see if they're all trite and shit, but they seem pretty solid, heavy theme of redemption throughout.

also, i was supposed to go lifting with sean today. but schedules didn't work out which is too bad because i am untired as i ever will be again for some reason today and i fear that this may very well be the nail in the coffin as far as me getting any sort of mass or definition is concerned.

yesterday was happy fun new music day during my lunch break. i bought electrelane -i want to be the president ep, bright eyes - lifted or the story is in the soil keep your ears to the ground, capitol k - island row and stokholm monsters - alma mater plus because john darnielle said it was the best album ever.

then i came home, did interent things for about half an hour and then went to my bed where i stayed till about nine. then i made pizza and watched simpsons. i think lisa's substitute with dustin hoffman as mr. bergstrom is my favorite episode. for today at least. i watched some other episodes, i forget which though, and then sean saved me from myself and the first weekend night of staying home ever and we went to mary ann's.

typical but fun me and sean at ma's night. typical with a twist. we were standing in a new place, namely on the other side of the bar. i caught some girl's eye across the bar and held the eye contact for a dangerously long time. i commented. i kept glancing over. then she moved to the middle section and the coy looking continued. then i went to the bathroom. then i came back and told sean, and with much difficulty was able to point her out. then sean recognized her and said that he knew her and she was fat, and my heart sank. she had a really cute face, and certainly didn't look fat. i defended her, hoping for the best. and then she walked over to us and initiated conversation with me. she wasn't fat, sean was thinking of something else or something. some awkward touching later and she returned to her friends. apparantly a friend of jtl's, we shall see if this goes anywhere. i'm guessing no.

this morning i had a headache that rivaled last week's. sucked. i was immobilized, couldn't get out of bed. i finally did at 1, went to star market and mcdonald's, came home, watched an episode of buffy, and now will commence with the showering. mike wants to go see blue crush or any movie, but all movies look like shit, although i did have a dream (one of about 1,000 crazy dreams) last night where i saw XXX and it was really good. and had about one hundred thousand cameos of cool people including bruce willis.

but i think i will just go to sean's and see what he and john want.

damn, i actually had ideas and things to write about earlier. but then sean came over for some simpsons and i have since forgotten whatever it may have been completely.

it was a very ugly day today. not me, i was actually looking rather sharp with the no tie dress shirt look. i think it's because my hair was done right. i hate hair. i've said it before and i will say it until such a thing is invented, but there ought to be a way to just freeze your hair at a particular length and style. because god knows there is only a one to two week period of my hair cut cycle that i am comfortable with my hair with any regularity. it's at a length now that i strike out more than i'm satisfied, and the whole thing just ruffles me. ha. get it? ruffles? hair?

oh yes, ugly day. usually, newbury street and the t's to and from work are a haven for hot chicks. today this was sadly not the case. the closest i came was this girl on the ride home, and really the only thing drawing me to her was the fact that she had one of those shirts that pretty much leaves your whole back bare, and i like backs. but then she turned around and i was deeply saddened. for what is a day without hot girls to look at. oh wait, there was the girl behind me as i walked home. ok. yay for that. not all is lost.

and this is just me writing until i maybe come up with whatever it was i wanted to say originally.
oh balls, now i've even forgotten what cds i want to buy tomorrow. oh yes, i should pick up the mum cd. the 20th is a happy day. new spoon and the interpol Lp.

great, the big floor light just popped out and i don't know if halogens are easy to replace. i'll have to check it when i got to star market on lunch.

perhaps i will buy the bright eyes album sight unseen (sound unheard) tomorrow. why not, i haven't bought anything for a while, i'm craving something new. ooh new figurine stuff. bet newbury won't have it. oh, not so much new stuff, more reissues. man, can dntel and gibbard just put out the full length already? note to self: look for electrelane, capitol k.

so i've been dreaming a lot recently about work, not about work, but about our properties. like last night, the braemore factored heavily. i've never seen the braemore, but that doesn't stop me from referencing it and seeing it in dreams.

uhh yeah whatever. payday tomorrow. sweet.

last night wasn't such a bad idea. got drunk, got to sleep, got up in the morning a-ok.

went to maryann's last night and foudn no mancini, called his cell and apparantly the irish fellows he was with got denied from mary ann's due to their strict "no passport or anything else that looks vaguely official" policy. so as a last resort they headed to city sides. i went. hung out there, drank beers, caught up. turns out a few kids from ireland are subletting mike's place and it was one of their 21st, and he did it in style. drinking wise.. not location wise, because lest you be misguided, city sides is a terrible terrible godawful bar that's mere existence should be filed as a war crime. it's bad, and incredibly depressing. it's all these old people who hate their lives and come to city sides and throw themselves around until someone will go home with them. and some of them, like the girl who was whoring herself out to everyone in the bar including some really creepy old guy with a terrible goatee, are actually kind of cute. i want to never go back there, unless it's part of some doctoral thesis. but it was the venue where we got the irish kid wasted. it was funny, because he had an accent and blessed himself before every shot. and then at about 1:45 just got up and left the bar towards home, which is when mancini and i followed.

then today i worked blah blah blah came home blah and blah blah blah.

oh yeah, boss said that if it's 90+ degrees, we don't have to wear ties. and i was like "great, i really don't care." because i haven't been affected by the heat. like today, it was 97 degrees. and i went outside in pants sleeves and undershirt and tie, hung out, had a smoke, walked to newbury comics, and was just fine. meanwhile boss and others are like "this is unbearable" menino issues a heat warning or something and i'm just not in on the big joke i guess.

i be tired, yo.

work ruled for some reason yesterday. and then i came home and played with the shop-vac the maintenance dudes left in my apartment and finally around 8 settled down for some simpsons. then i watched chasing amy, which is one of those movies i've never seen but have just lied about because it's easier to nod your head and say "yeah yeah" than explain you haven't seen the movie. the movie worried me a great deal, but i ultimately enjoyed it a bunch. it was worrysome to me because it kept putting itself in situations where i was like "oh, great now this is going to happen," and then it didn't happen, but then it did happen but in a way i didn't expect, thus making it ok. but everytime there was a nice resolve like this, i was already waiting th emovie to screw up with some convention and make me gag. so it wasn't an easy ride, but subsequent viewings with all the nervous uncertainties will be good. it is shame however than ben affleck really sucks. but whatever. probably the best of smith's movies on a whole package deal, i mean there are, for the first time EVER, scenes of actual gripping drama. yay.

work today not so hot, but alright. too bad it was only tuesday, eh?

got home and did this and that. then played some ncaa and totally destroyed CMU, which was just the boost BC needed before suffering a humiliating loss against VT tomorrow or whenver. i decided something while playing today, i don't think i want to be BC in the edmonds 830 dynasty. i want something new, but unfortunatley have zero loyalties or even passing interest in other teams. i played with syracuse a little, i like them, especially the wishbone and some other package. their passing game seemed pretty good too, but they were without any shotgun packages so i wonder if i was just lucky. also, i'd like some shotgun packages. unfortunately, their cheerleaders look awful in the orange. we shall see.

the john vanderslice disc is great, listened to it on the way home. then got home and saw that john vanderslice and spoon are playing on the 20th. whoops. brenda's 21st or spoon and john vanderslice? perhaps i'll wait for f'ing newbury comics to get the new spoon cd in to decide on this one.

and now, at midnight, i am making a horrible decision and meeting mancini at maryanne's. ha.

so last night after some football and anna nicole at sland3, me sean and john headed over to rich's gala, met oly and katie there and it was a pretty fun time. i came home, a little drunk, finished up katie's mix and then went to bed, and noticed that the floor near my bed was sort of wet. i was very confused, thought a cat or something came in and peed everywhere, but there was no scent, and as i looked around it was a pretty large area that was pretty well saturated with water.

i woke up this morning and new patches of wetness had popped up over the back half of my room. i was so confused, thought i was going insane becuase this was incredibly surreal and made no sense. i sucked it up and watched some simpsons. then i called and left a message with the landlord and played some MGS2.

at about 6 or so katie picked me up and we drove out to lexington for a barbecue at oly's. it was a really nice time. lots and lots of good food, plus his house is just so homey, a wonderful change of pace from my more frequently unlivable hell hole down here. also, they had a piano and i love to sit down and play when i can, and they had the chopin prelude book so i had some stuff to play. katie and i decided a piano in our place would be quite nice and would give purpose to our currently what the hell do we do with it dining room. the only bad part of the night was when i started to play the one in Db which is just beautiful and i love playing it whenever i happen to be at a piano and they have the book, but then oly's sister wanted to play. so at least i got to hear it and chill out in the oh so cozy living room, i swear, listening to piano in that place was just awesome. but alas, i didn't get the joy of playing it. oh well, when we get ours i'm all over it.

then katie and i drove back, watched anna which sucked and then the osbournes which was of course much much better. and now i'm home in my lovely marsh. some people are coming by at 7:30 tomorrow but fuck, i don't know what they can do, even if they can find this bizarre source of water running sporadically underneath my carpet, the damn thing is SOAKED. i'm just going to tell them to move whatever they want, do whatever they need, just make things not soaking wet.

also, we listened to the mix i made to and from oly's and good god, have my tastes really taken a different turn. peep it.

katie and i just signed our lease. hurray.

yesterday after work i was really bored and tired for a while and then sean called and we decided to go to 1661 that night. a couple simpsons episodes and a football game later i headed over to sean's for a beer and some GTA3 watching.

then we went to 1661 prepared for a night of classic suckitude, and it's pretty much what we got. actually, it was one of the more fun mooky guys and 2 girls we don't know parties at 1661. Sean and i played the same game of standing off to the corner talking about everyone there, but it didn't make us feel as much like total losers at a really gay party like usual. also, there were these two girls doing what we were doing on the couch and i kept catching them looking at us. then i decided i wanted to hook up with one of them, "hip girl," as sean called her, he said she probably listened to the taxicab johnnys, which was the second most entertaining point of the night. also, she was wearing glasses, and that just equals trouble for me. well, as the night progressed, nothign really happened. sean left after a while, ruth (her name, seriously, who is named ruth?) and i hung out for a fair amount, and perhaps if i knew how to play cards i could've played them right, but, uhh, no but. also, on the topic of playing cards, lame ass canadian justin from strategy and goddam policy two years ago, who is always at 1661 seemed to be playing cards and it made me ill. he used a line on her, i forget what it was, but we both laughed at it when i got her away from him. didn't that kid graduate last year? am i going to be that kid next year? oh no. oh damn, now i'm mired in regret. it probably would've been fun just to do something bold so i could at least made a try to go make out in the back room and then leave feeling good about myself. either way, at least i could say i tried.

then i got home 3ish, worked on some music. woke up this morning and was not happy. haven't been hungover like that for a good while. then i got picked up with katie and we signed a lease that made it abuntantly clear that we are not to shake out rugs or throw dirt out the windows.

now i'm home. home. i hate this place and cannot wait to move to our lovely new home on 18 caltha. can't wait. and what makes the deal even sweeter is that mario sunshine comes out the same time, so it's like i have my birthday on christmas but my friends and family aren't lame and actually recognize each with twice the gifts. except sadly, i don't thinki super mario sunshine has any wintery levels, as those were my favorites in mario64.

today i will play videogames and watch simpsons and buffy and perhaps a movie or something. then i believe it is to rich's house of fun for a party. although, i'd love tobe in two places at once because katie abrahamson was at the party last night and i think i promised her i'd go into boston for drinking with her and her friends and dave and denise. i even took her number down and since my phone uses some weird alpha entry system, i had trouble and he number is called "kaLtlgd." oh well, that probably would've been fun as it's nice to do different things with different people from time to time. grr. this sucks. i want it all! oh well.

ha. two recent ways people found this was by google searching "self suck" which is both funny that someone would search for that, and an entertaining alias for this place. the second thing was "ars fucking girls" which i believe was intended to be "arse fucking girls." now i'm completely cool with someone searching for that sort of content, i mean, it's a reserved cool, kind of like how i'm cool that some people dig fat chicks. so whatever, let people search for what they want, but "arse?" "ARSE?" do people really use that ever?

This morning at dunkin' donuts as i was walking out there was a super cute girl and i looked at her and she looked at me. then i wanted a second look and i did and we smiled. then, after i left the building, i looked back and bam, eye contact once again. and there may have been a fourth one in the mix. the first thing i did when i got to work minutes later was go to the bathroom and make sure i didn't have "i'm gay" written on my forehead and that my tie matched my shirt and stuff like that and it all checked out. i did notice i forgot to put on my belt, which made me incredibly self-conscious for the rest of the way. i'd be walking and internally would say, "that guy has a belt on" and everyone did, and i KNOW when people saw me they were like "he should really be wearing a belt." but back to cute girl: she wasn't looking at my waist. i don't understand it. i want to see her again so i can get a read on her like she has a lazy eye or is blind or something.

work happened.

after work i met with katie at the realtor's and we saw our new place. well, our almost-ours-we-just-need-to-get-approved-in-the-very-standard-and-cursory-approval-process-that-just-makes-sure-that-we-aren't-criminals-and-have-a-decent-credit-rating place. but it's looking pretty good right now. it rocks. except it is far too much space. not only do we have zero furniture save for our beds and desks and this little end table i have, but the place comes with a large living room, and adjunct to it a goddam dining room. all with wonderful hardwood floors that i will certainly slide around on after work in my black socks until we furnish the place in 2003. we're so excited, it really is a nice place. and i know i said that about this place when i moved in, but i don't think i ever said it was nice, really. i just said it was cool because it's the size of a goddam airport and i never have to leave it. but i've been ready to get the hell out of this dank hellhole for a long time. and now i get to, in a large, sunny, happy, clean, wood floored, porched, back-yarded, windowed, i can go to bc and do laundry when it's my turn to play a football gamed super happy fun palace.

i want to start packing this weekend and move stuff soon thereafter. i want nothing to be in this room lying around making clutter except for all my very necessary video game dvd music computing equipment.

speaking of. the first season of the simpsons will simply not stop amazing me. after laughing my ass off for the first 15 minutes of "life on the fast lane" with al brooks doing unbelievably funny things with jacques, the french bowler who is tempting marge into an affair, i saw homer after he found the bowling glove jacques gave her, and it was really moving. and then at the end, when marge almost goes to do jacque but instead goes to the power plant in the big officer and a gentleman thing, first i got all goosebumpy and chilled, then i started grinning, and then i welled up and then a few tears rolled down. i really couldn't be any more pathetic, but it was just fantastic.

and now, i will play a game of football, i think i play stanford, and then i will go to bed and think about how katie and i will arrange all of our empty rooms.

today after work i went and saw a hellhole while katie saw a really nice place. then i visited the apartment and it's great. err, not so much apartment, more first level of a split level house. it's quite large, very open and sunny, two big common areas, hardwood floors, screened in private porch. right near BC but in a sort of neighborhood setting, and the price is right. all we need now is for something to go horribly wrong and we don't get it. it'll be so cool otherwise though. no laundry, but as i mostly do dry cleaning now, i'll find some way to survive. or not. maybe i'll learn to clean clothes by hand.

then i came home, watched the tell tale head, which is another of those old simpsons episodes i thought i hated (moaning lisa, call of the simpsons also) and then watched and absolutely loved it. this one is great because SO much gets introduced. and after church marge won't let bart go see space mutants 4 and she says "oh no, i've heard about those movies, they're full of innocent people dying and people eating flesh, really bad ideas" and for all the times i had seen this episode i guess i just never picked up on that.

after that it was time to kick of BC's 2002 season. for a tune-up game, it was damn ugly. we beat uconn 28-10, but it wasn't quite so clean cut. i've learned that the defense sucks, derrick knight is nothing if not completely inconsistent, and my star, jamal burke, got injured and is out for 10 weeks. but, on the other hand, the cheerleaders have BC stickers on their faces, and that's just too cool a detail.

and now i'm going to bed to dream about our super cute possible apartment.

Yesterday during lunch i went out and bought me some ncaa 2003 for the gamecube. then after work i met katie and we saw a couple of apartments. one was a shithole, and the other wasn't too bad and has a keen ballroom, but katie thinks we can do better.

then i came home and played ncaa 2003. it's uhh good. new animations of cool shit between plays, cheerleaders, bc's mascot and fight song, and trophies and shit. plus there's some new commentary lines and such and the gamecube version looks better and seems to play faster than the old ps2 version. i've sadly only played one game, and it was a nail biting victory over notre dame, the fucks. a real rollercoaster ride. i love this game.

then i went to roggie's for steph's birthday dinner. what happened was oly katie and i had grown-up talk over a pitcher and dinner while the other people did god knows what. and then, because it was a monday and we said we wouldn't stay out long, katie and i went over to maryanne's with the crew and proceeded to drink there a bit until we realized that we had lost the battle. i stayed to the bitter end, stephanie was fall down drunk. i was not. i may have been closer had i not had one of the most sobering events of my recent memory. my freshman year roommate was at the table behind us, i was spotted. what followed pushed me well past my limits of the capacity i thought i had to pity and revile someone. he and his friends were not even remotely coherent. he was wearing horrible pink shorts and a disgusting shirt. he seemed mildly retarded. not drunk, not high, not on anything, just mildly retarded in the most pathetic way. it was sickening, and i'm sure i'm putting forth some kind of humor here, but i say this in all seriousness. it made me feel terrible to see anyone like this. ugh.

then i came home and got my 4 hours of sleep. wait, i may have done something entertaining before that. hmm, don't think so, nothing i can recall at least.

today wasn't bad, except i was achey as hell. and work sucked, guess i just had a bad case of the tuesdays or something.

after work i met with katie and we had some nightmare realtor experiences, one of them i keep forgetting as i think it was a weird dream. we had an appointment and we walk in, keep in mind that we had an appointment and told these nice greek/arab/whatever men what we were looking for, and they ran around scrambling for something to tell us about and could come up with nothing short of a cheap 3 bedroom they had. weird.

then katie had the brilliant idea to just drop in on other realtor's, which might not have been such a bad idea if the place we went into wasn't run by incomptent asian people. the dude didn't introduce himself or anything, just listened to what we wanted, we sat for 15 minutes reading cosmo and then he led us to his car and we drove around and saw one door that he spent 10 minutes trying to open (this is after we waited 10 minutes in his car as he ran to get the key he could've just driven to pick up) but eventually decided he either was too stupid to know how to work the door or the locks changed. then he drove us to some other place that he talked up and then we ended up driving past a horrible looking slum and then we went to the third place which was equally shitty and he didn't have the key. we hated our lives and wanted to die right then.

we went back to katie's had elio's made some calls, talked to some intelligent, coherent people and set up a couple of visits tomorrow and then went to see signs which lifted us out of our funk. the movie was crap, but it was fun as hell. i'm very confused, because i thought from the trailer and the acclaim that it'd be a smart, subtle, nail-biting piece of good film making. instead it was B movie schlock that took shyamalan's gift of subtle but intense thrills from the sixth sense and completely inverted them and made them purposely forced and fun.

i hate anyone that talks about this movie as a serious work. words like "brilliant," "genius," "subtle," "mysterious," "emotional" do not apply. the movie was subtle as a brick, dumb as a post, and contained (for the most part) almost no drama that didn't seem there just to try to (unsuccesfully) give importance to the piece. it was fun. damn fun. it was fun because there were scenes that seemed to bask in their ability to be so over-the-top drawn out and tense. it was all in fun, which is cool. i just wish i could read a review that could stop playing fanboy to shyamalan. he doesn't deserve it yet. sixth sense was brilliant, i thought unbreakable was great mainly for the geek factor, but i can see reason for lukewarm response. this guy hasn't proven shit to the world, and making a goof movie with a lot of knowingly cheap thrills shouldn't be taken so seriously.

while i'm spewing stuff out, let's talk about the remix a little. i've been doing a lot of remix listening in the past two days in the forms of the amanset updates ep and dntel's evan and chan remix ep (which i sadly do not own a nice real copy of). the dntel stuff is great, because each one save for the lali puna mix is a real good reimagining of the original track. I think the safety scissors mix with new vocals is my favorite, although the other two that aren't lali puna are also awesome. the amanset is a different beast. the her space holiday mix of know by heart and the whoever mix of we're computerizing... both stand well enough as songs, but as far as mixes, i can hardly see how either one was derived from the original. which seems wrong for a remix. but maybe that's just me. the her space holidy aaron and maria is great and the styrofoam postman mix is friggin brilliant. makes sense from a morr group i guess, very organic stuff but definitely all cut up style, kinda like fridge. it's just gorgeous, and makes me wonder what kind of goodness styrofoam could have done to evan and chan.

also, picked up the mirah cd today because for some reason "recommendations" was running through my head all day and i wanted to buy something. she's great. and has a very foreign name but sounds totally like a cute non accented chick.

ok, that's enough.

wow. there's just far too much stuff that is awesome about s1e7 of buffy. especially that last shot. I wonder how long the show keeps up the quality. i mean, shit, everyone seemed to be raving about it last year, so that's awesome, right? i had a conversation with someone about buffy in the past week or so, including talking about the musical. i wish i could remember when and where and with whom that was because i don't like it when things just completely disappear from my memory except for the most basic elements.

yesterday umm, i worked on the year 2 spectacular and then kicked it to central square. her space holiday was the shit. they're a great live show. so many strobe lights and smoke machines and other lighting craziness. and loud loud beats. also, the chick of the two is cute as a button. and she's sportin some mad tats which is kind of weird, but she's a little darling.

then came american analog set, and they too were fine fine fine. I love the pitchfork point of reference "Low, Seely, and The New Year played through a pillow." Except i disagree with low and don't know seely and think the pillow is more of a sweater. The New Year played through a sweater. i guess it's like a lot of music played through a sweater. and it's nice. and the guy on the vibraphone looked like a Lowe. Chad maybe. No magnificent 70s, but everything else was great.

then i came home and checked the scene at sland3. the scene was beat. so i came home and played with music for a while and kicked it bedwise.

then today i umm, played videogames all day and watched an episode each of the simpsons and buffers. i think sarah may have coined the name "buffers," but i'm going to claim it as my own.

there's something to be said about casual dress fridays. i don't know what that something is, but is it definitely to be said.

after work i came home and well, what did i do? nothing important i imagine. i did get myself and katie worried about the whereabouts of sean, mine twofold. one: concern for his well-being. two: i was going to stephanie's thing at copperfields and would be miserable if he didn't go. at about 9pm i get a hold of stephanie "oh, sean went home for the weekend." his roommates just found this out 6pm saturday. what a sketchball.

so, content with knowing that he wasn't taken prisoner by one of the town's many serial rapists, i had a decision to make. and that decision was yes, i will go to copperfield's.

i threw on my nicest t-shirt, loaded up this is tech-pop and the soviet disc, and hit the T. on the t ride i was reminded about how much i hate people. the T was filled with mooky guys wearing khakis and blue dress shirts, and really dumb slutted out girls. it was quite funny, as they were the ONLY people on the T. and then i ended up following them all in to copperfield's.

it was as miserable as one would expect. i talked with dimitrios, jtl, and stephanie. drank some beers to justify the admission, and then kicked it to maryann's, metting some acoustics on the way. so we went there, and then they went to some place and i decided to just go home.

and today i went food shopping. let me tell you how much i love food shopping. all i do is walk down the cookie and snack food aisle's looking for shaw's card deals. today i got 2 bags of goldfish, 2 packs of fudge sticks, 2 boxes of elio's pizza all with some magic savings. i also got saltines because they are a necessity. then i got mcdonalds and came home to watch some buffy and then play a variety of game type things.

soonish i will be headed out into the vast wasteland that is central square to catch her space holiday and american analog set. then after amanset makes me beautifully sedate, perhaps i will check on sland3 and see what's up there.

oh buffy. i watched episode 5 today and i still rules. it's such a hard episode, watching buffy coming to the realization that she just can't be a normal girl, watching xander being killed softly as buffy tries on different outfits for his "friend" opinion, watching buffy's skirts desperately try to actually remain visible. so much heartache.

took my final exam, whatever. no more spanish for me. as for spanish class hearthrob, i've got other plans for her.

then work.

chicken ceaser wraps from the Wrap are remarkably good.

I had some other things to write, but video games, buffy and the simpsons just killed them.
here, read about today one year ago. what the hell, here it is two years ago.