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So... snakes on a plane is like the greatest movie ever.
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[21 Jun 2006|11:54pm] |
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Open your mp3 player of choice (iTunes, Kazaa, WMP, etc) and put it on shuffle. Click play and then write the name of the Artist, Song (and Album if you're feeling verbose) that appears for each entry, and then hit NEXT when you're moving onto the next entry.
Enjoy!
Opening Credits: Magdalene's Dream - The Mind I'm In (Self Titled)
Waking Up: Digital Factor - Electroshock (Hard Target Comp. Album)
Average Day: My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult - Disko Fleshpot (13 Above The Night)
First Date: MFDMK - Transmutation (Self Titled)
Falling In Love: Primus - Those Damned Blue Collar Tweekers (Sailing The Seas of Cheese)
Fight Scene: Mindless Self Indulgence - Straight To Video [Assemblage 23 Mix] (Straight To Video Maxi Single)
Breaking Up: Tool - Part Of Me (Opiate)
Getting Back Together: Ministry - Fear [Is Big Buisness] (Rio Grande Blood)
Life's Okay: Prodigy - The Way It Is (Always Outnumbered, Never Outgunned)
Mental Breakdown: Meat Beat Manifesto - God O.D. Pt. 4 (Storm The Studio)
Driving: Fetisha - Orgy (Candyass)
Flashback: Meat Beat Manifesto - What's Your Name? (Subliminal Sandwich)
Partying: Bauhaus - Terror Couple Kill Colonel (Press Eject & Give Me The Tape)
Happy Dance: Pig - On The Slaughterfront (Pigmata)
Regretting: Faith No More - Digging The Grave (King For a Day, Fool For a Lifetime)
Long Night Alone: Die Krupps - Fatherland [Remix] (Rings of Steel)
Death Scene: gODHEAD - Tired Old Man (2000 Years Of Human Error)
End Credits: Evil's Toy - Dear God [X Marks The Pedwalk Remix] (Industrial Machine Music Comp. Album)
Oh, I'm doing fine BTW.
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[05 May 2006|12:26am] |
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Anyway, in case anyone reads my lj anymore, or gives a damn, I'm staying in MN with some friends this summer, and working 40+ hours a week at Jamba Juice. I move in on sunday, last final on saturday, spend the week stocking the house and then go to work full time starting thursday (i've been training these last 3 days). I'll be in logan for like a week, maybe, before I (probably) go abroad. Dunno when I'll see any of you again.
Have a great summer, mine is looking exciting as hell.
(Ministry AND Pig are touring, be still my beating heart)
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[28 Apr 2006|01:28pm] |
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Workin' at Jamba Juice starting Tuesday.
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[21 Apr 2006|02:36am] |
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I've been learning photoshop. Enjoy.
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[17 Apr 2006|11:14pm] |
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Kate Chopin is one of the worst authors to grace this planet. If you don't belive me read the failure of a romance that is "At The 'Cadian Ball", or the almost sickening abortion of a plot twister that is "Desiree's Baby"
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[26 Mar 2006|11:43pm] |
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[21 Mar 2006|12:47am] |
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| You Are 20 Years Old | 
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| You Are a Martini | 
There's no other way to say it: you're a total lush.
You hold your liquor well, and you hold a lot of it! |
| You Are a Dreaming Soul | 
Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world
So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time
You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...
But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult
You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.
Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.
Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.
Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.
Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul |
| You Should Be A Gemini | 
What's good about you: witty and energetic, you're simply the most fun to be around
What's bad about you: you're flighty - losing interest in people and projects quickly
In love: you enjoy the "honeymoon phase," but after that it's hard for you to stick around
In friendship, you're: likely to have many groups of friends, with many different interests
Your ideal job: mime, guru, or cartoonist
Your sense of fashion: casual and simple
You like to pig out on: fast food, especially burritos |
| Erotic Thriller | 
You've made your own rules in life - and sometimes that catches up with you.
Winding a web of deceit comes naturally, and no one really knows the true you.
Your best movie matches: Swimming Pool, Unfaithful, The Crush |
| The Keys to Your Heart | 
You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.
In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.
You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.
You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.
Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.
Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.
You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.
In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted. |
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last cigarette: Never
last alcoholic beverage: Two nights ago, jello shots. I MADE IT MYSELF
last kiss: like sometime in August
last movie seen: Monty Python & The Holy Grail
last phone call: Cyrus
last cd played: Mudvayne - Lost And Found
last bubble bath: no fucking idea
last time you cried: no fucking idea. Almost did due to some stuff that happened after getting back from spring break, but no actual tears.
8 have you evers.
have you ever dated one of your best friends: no/yes? dunno
have you ever skinny dipped: no
have you ever kissed somebody and regretted it: yes
have you ever fallen in love?: yes
have you ever lost someone you loved: yes
have you ever been depressed: who hasn't
have you ever been drunk and threw up: five or six times, yeah. Only once where I wished I was dead.
7 states you've been to.
1. Utah
2. Wyoming
3. Minnesota
4. California
5. Idaho
6. Nevada
7. New Hampshire
6 things you've done today.
1. Wrote a poem
2. Palyed bass for an hour or so
3. Killed time on teh intarweb
4. Contacted some people to set up times to jam
5. Ordered The Naked Lunch and an MSI remix cd
6. Began setting plans for tonight
5 favorite things in no order.
1. Liquor
2. Music
3. Ribs
4. George Carlin
5. That feeling when you put a Q-Tip in your ear
4 people you can tell [almost] anything to.
1. ARG NO ONE I AM TEH SECRET MASTER
3 wishes.
1. That I knew what the fuck I was doing with my life
2. That I knew where to apply for a summer job
3. That the study abroad people would get the fuck back to me
2 things you want to do before you die.
1. Own my dream house
2. Publish a book
One thing you regret.
1. PFFFT like I'd tell
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[02 Mar 2006|02:20am] |
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So, I'm starting up a comic with an online friend. I'm writing, she's drawing. Post industrial death and all that good stuff. I'll be posting finished pages here.
Lets see how far it goes before we stop taking it seriously.
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[27 Feb 2006|10:15pm] |
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Finally the stresses of life have died down and I'm bored enough to give you guys and update into my life. I just turned in the final part of my study abroad application after much back and forth and two blood tests (the forgot to do a blood typing the first time so they drew again from the same spot. Looked like I had a track mark for a week), but i'm healthy and it is over. Now I have a month or two before scholarships for the program and a 1/2 month till I have to look at the possibility of getting a job on campus. I have found some people to live with already, and we got the house, which is a load off, but there is still a lot to do.
My classes are going well; my math teacher doesn't know how to grade papers and everything is done with a group, so, i have decided to take the class pass/fail rather than rely on others for my grade. All that means is that the class will not effect my GPA even though I will still get credit for it. The class itself is fun, the teacher is excelent, and we are studying game theory and voting/voting apportionment paradoxes, which are cool, but I don't want my grade to fall because of that class.
Japanese is going well, I really dig this language. I got 48/50 on the last test, which is a good start, and the staff is fucking tight. I have a bunch of friends in my japanese class, which is cool since we can hang out and study together. This is going to change next year though, most of my friends are just doing it two years, and the majority of japanese majors here are anime obsessed people with limited social skills and annoying high pitched voices who don't fucking shower. Still, there are a few Japanese majors I like hanging out with.
19th century American is alright, turned in my first essay today. I stated that Bartleby the Scrivener represented the narrator's desire to be homosexually dominated. We read a lot of Ambrose Bierce, and I recoomend him to all of you. His civil war stories are interesting, but he truly shines with his gothic humor in tales like Oil of Dog and An Imperfect Conflagaration. You should read those if you haven't, i'm sure they are free online, probably at www.bartleby.com. This guy's sense of humor is outstanding.
It is kind of shocking it has been a month already. I'm a bit sleep deprived, but after one week of temperatures around -2 F (windchill -32F) the weather has been bearable and life in general has been nice. Radio station is sort of relaxing and a nice way to contribute to macalester as usual, and my weekends are pretty fun when they don't involve spending the entire time writing a paper (which, on occasion, happens). My workload this semester is smaller than last, which is good since I have so much other crap to deal with like the study abroad and jobs. If I was packed with work I don't know how I would survive. The level of homework is just right for the massive amounts of new crap I have to do.
I'm sorry to everyone I'm horrible at keeping in touch. It happens.
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so yeah...
jello shots...
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I wrote a sestina for my class. And, again, yes, i am posting my poetry. Fuck you. Tell me what you think.
“A Lending Grey”
There are hours past the looking glass,
yet across the table, to the left,
there’s a singing man, with outstretched arms
who tells us that when the world was flat
somewhere something called a name,
and no one ever painted grey.
There’s wind that sweeps by the luster grey;
that taps us thricely through the glass.
I believe we learned we had a name
but who’s to know where it’s been left.
It could be with the aging man inside his world of flat
or maybe sound asleep inside the cradle of our arms.
The overture is quite amazing for those who have no weight of arms;
I’m sure the frightful sound could tone to grey
but then what endings could be written if it happened to go flat?
Could you hear the sounds become the tears of festered glass?
The callous tones amongst the stars that lie there, left
until we reach our heads to the ground and give them someone else’s name?
Our actions then, of name,
may be seen as meaningless to those in arms;
the ones who overstayed and never left,
but their false promises pale grey
against the baritone of the preacher’s glass.
He tells us it’s a somber mourning to watch the sky drain flat.
Is there a sound when the sky falls flat?
A dementia from which we will recall her name?
There’s bauble that lies on the table, made purely not of glass
that fits so comfortably inside the sinner’s arms.
The circle could be our answer, if you’ll allow me to be so grey;
sometimes that comfort may be all that’s left.
Do you remember the table? The one on the left?
The one who’s surface is ever morphing to the flat
exterior never partial to those who grey?
The one where etched, deeply, in the spine is all but our name?
The table with the forbidding arms;
the truth that hides in glass?
“What is glass is what is left.
I know not what arms would reach the morning flat.”
Forward now, our names are a lending grey.
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[28 Jan 2006|02:30am] |
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I guess I'll just get hung again tonight.
It's the best way that I know to turn off the lights.
I'll get reacquainted with the floor.
It's like a joke you've heard before
Except that you was laughing the other night.
The lights are coming on over the Williamsburg.
The trains sure take it slow over that bridge.
Factory girls are in the street,
But I just want something to eat
And I don't think that they could scratch that itch.
I don't know why I try.
Another day, another lie.
It's just like sticking needles in your eye.
You get that sinking feeling when you're sunk.
You pack your worries up inside a metal trunk.
I guess I just need some time to think.
I swear that I'd give up the drink
If I could find a better way to get drunk.
I don't know why I try.
Another day, another lie.
It's just like sticking needles in your eye.
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I made a few industrial/noise experimental electronic songs, and you can view them at www.myspace.com/manifestodown . I know it isn't anyone here's cup of tea musically, but it would be awesome if you gave it a listen and told me what you think of it.
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