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Name: Brett
Country: United States
Metro: Independence
Gender: Male
Interests: Rocks, dirt, sunshine,water, trees, air, insects,animals,people...etc.
Expertise: X-Atco knife (against paper), bb gun (against armymen), painting (observe my icon).
Occupation: Architectural model builder
Industry: Not too much, thank you.
Message: message me
Member Since:
8/26/2006
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| I've been thinking a lot about clouds lately, and electricity, and Ol' Ben Franklin.
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| All I want to do is nap all day.
I'm killer burned out on school already, and it's only been two weeks.
Allergy season isn't helping.
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| I hadn't gotten to bed until late (1ish), because I had been reading
about voodoo potions (more or less for my anthropology class), so when
the alarm jolted me from a sweet slumber (at 6) I was already in a foul
mood and I pounded the snooze button extra hard. I was less amused
when I looked out my widow and saw a tumult of black clouds peeing
like racehorses all over the world. I stumbled sleepily to the dryer
and discover the wimpy little thing hadn't dried my clothes all the way
over night so I was obliged to squirm into a cold, wet outfit. I
grabbed some leftovers for lunch, hopped in the car, and drove through
one of the darkest storms I've seen in a long time to work.
When I got there, I was dumbfound by absolutely no parking within a
quarter mile radius from my entrance. So, lacking an umbrella, when I finally clocked in my
clothes had been thoroughly "rewetted". It was a long and stressful day
of doing piddley dumb work (again) because the designers hadn't got
there butts in gear and sent over the elevations for the roof sections
we were building. I managed to cut my thumb with my exacto knife, but I
was already so depressed and dejected, I didn't bother to treat it; I
just held the wound over the trash can by the cutting table until my
blood coagulated on its own. I did some boring and repetitive work on
photoshop (making texture patterns) until I had a splitting headache and
"computer eye" then, zombie-like, I clocked out and left.
Or I would have left had my battery not been completely dead from leaving my lights on.
I swore at the heavens for a few minutes, then considered my
predicament: I was 15 miles or so from my apartment, 3 hours from home,
I didn't have my roommates number, everyone else I new that lived in
town was out of town, I only I had $30 bucks in my wallet that I
needed to for groceries, and all the guys I work with had cut out early,
so, basically, if I couldn't get the car started I would be royally
screwed.
I opened my hood, as a sign of distress, and began
trying to wave down help. It was oddly rude that the first couple
people I waved at simply waved back and kept on driving, but finally I
managed flag down a white gansta (a wangtsa?) in a sporty nissan. He
was quite helpful, and surprisingly good at dancing to the tunes his
speakers were throbbing. The only somewhat awkward part (for me) was my
jumper cables didn't seem to be working, and his girlfriend was
impatiently waiting. I told him to hang on for a few minutes while I
tried to procure some different cables. I ran to the security
office in front of the fab shop, with a hunch they would have a pair.
The incredibly rude security guard there was talking on a cell phone
and insisted that whatever business he had was far more important that
the real person standing in front of him. I stood for what felt like an
eternity and weighed in my mind whether this day was in the top ten
of worst days.
Luckily, it didn't rank: the guard had new cables, my wangsta had friend waited, and the car started right up.
My battery had been really dead, so I didn't want to drive straight
home for fear that it wouldn't start up in the morning, so I resolved
to go on a long drive to let the alternator charge the battery. I
circumscribed the city, they got lost, then found my way again and
crisscrossed the city until I had mentally mapped every place and road
I had heard people talk about but never knew their location. I was so
euphoric about getting out of what had seemed like a tight jamb, I
swung in the drive through custard stand and got myself a concrete.
That drive (and that custard) was so enjoyable, and I was in such a
good mood when I had finally spiraled back to the apartment, that I
was laughing to myself as I turned the key in the lock.
"A good day"
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| Well, I'm back from the somewhat ludicrous land of facebook to the serene island of xanga.
Facebook is too intrusive, and most of the words on it are cheap, annoying, and confusing.
Right now I'm just trying to gather up my scattered thoughts: I just
settled into this relatively unfamiliar town, and realizing how lonely
school is in the summer. It isn't like I need a whole lot of people
around, in fact I usually like being alone, but when you're in a
strange town in the middle of a campus that is entirely deserted, you
get kinda stir crazy (and it's only been a few days). Seriously I feel
like I'm on the moon.
So, to deal with it, I've been time traveling.
I just realized how pleasant it is to sit quietly and let your mind
drift upon the waves of memory until your brain stumbles back on some
specific subject that you had almost forgot. I been making a game of it
to see how much detail I can recall about things and it is an
absolutely startling amount when I'm relaxed in this way.
It's beautiful.
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| Everything is so messed up
Nobody thinks what they say, and they don't even believe what they think. People just aren't worth talking to anymore.
I going to try to get through this crap school without speaking to anyone, because its such a freakin' waste of time.
Goodnight, and NO I'M NOT GOING TO STAY UP TO DO THE RETARDED HOMEWORK THAT IS DUE TOMORROW.
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