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After another long lapse of posts, here I am again attempting to get back on track...
A lot has happened lately. I've moved into my very own house in Charleston, met one of my roommates who is hella cool, applied to eleventy-billion jobs, and now am helping my parents move in to yet ANOTHER house.
All in all, I've discovered moving is a bitch.
To top it off, an impending strike within the Bellsouth union has made it nearly impossible to get a phone line hooked up in my new place, meaning no local calls and more importantly, NO INTERNET! dun dun dun (cue scary music)
Alas, I will survive, as a coffee shop downtown where I hope to soon be working has wireless web right there, that and where would I be without my handy cell phone?
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| One Last Look |
[24 Jul 2004|01:00pm] |
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It's about that time.
This coming Thursday I am making my trek down to Charleston, SC... permanently. Already, I drove to Appalachian State and back, picking up mail and loading my car with everything I had previously managed to cram into a small dorm room.
It was a touching moment really: speeding through mountain roads with periodic vistas of the horizon and rolling hills, the ASU clock tower chime, squatting to get my mail from a bottom post office box; just a few of the blissful memories that I will no longer be able to experience day to day.
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| Donatorium |
[22 Jul 2004|01:35pm] |
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It never fails. As soon as you give blood one time, the donation centers call you religiously to donate more. The thirsty blood suckers will stop at nothing to draw you in and clean you dry.
Falling for their evil ploy, I offer my life force once again, only this time things were a bit different. After successfully answering their spill of unusual questions, half of which I didn't even know what they were asking, I was getting my temperature taken... 101.8 degrees. Without taking a breath, the gentle nurse went into inquisition mode, questioning my whereabouts for the past few days, including my drinking and smoking habits (which are non-existent). A simple solution came about: Test me again. This time, the temp read 97.8 degrees. Perfect.
This was the first sign that something was up. The second came up shortly after. With my vein tapped, the blood gushed forward into the bag, quickly at first, then slower... and slower... and then even slower still. After thirty minutes of fist clenching, the bag finally reached near maximum capacity. Then it happened.
The room started spinning, growing darker from the bottom up. Nausea followed. Until just when I felt I was about to pass out, the nurse returned, carrying with her a Dr. Pepper. The cool refreshing taste of this carbonated beverage replenished my body and soul, restoring vigor into my heart.
I survived the entire ordeal.
*cough* endorsements *cough cough*
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[19 Jul 2004|05:55pm] |
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So I'm riding carefully behind one of g-vegas' very own state troopers today. Let me start by saying that this particular officer of the law was female (if that matters to anyone). Second, she was talking on her cell phone as she drove. And thirdly, two rambunctuous kids were bouncing around the back... unbuckled!
*gasp*
As expected, an oblivious driver speeds onto the highway, unaware that the vehicle directly to his rear is about to haul his ass to the side. Within moments, lights flare, and the state trooper enforces the law on THE REST of us citizens.
God, I love America.
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| Sunday Festivities |
[18 Jul 2004|10:12pm] |
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Oak Field + Rain = Muddy Entertainment
Four on four soccer match. Girls in white shirts. Slide tackles that go twenty five yards. Too fun.
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| Apologies All Around |
[18 Jul 2004|11:29am] |
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Masses of inebriates + a cell phonebook = early morning fun. Sorry 'bout that. Blame Chase.
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| Night Out |
[16 Jul 2004|09:39pm] |
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Night with the 'rents. Good times. Good times.
So we hit up this place called Anita's where my family is a "regular" I guess you could say. The owner greets us, catching up on old times. Our usual waitress comes over and gives hugs all around, and brings us to our table. High livin', I'll tell ya.
But wait. It get's better.
My parents both deem me the DD (designated driver for those of you who lack the proper abbreviation lingo). Downing a few beers each, they get pretty happy quick. I can't recall exactly what was said, but there was intense laughter shared by all, including our waitress friend.
I think I mentioned something about modeling nude for the art department at school, and that it wasn't hard at all. Then my dad interrupts and responds:
"Let's hope not. Might be a little embarrassing."
Touche.
In the car though, I was trying to teach my mom how to be more friendly to the toll booth folk. A tragic life they live, ya know. I reminded her of what a boring work day they must have, and she responded in her tipsy stupor:
"Well, it could be worse. They could be the automatic toll lane and get change thrown at them."
My mom. Philosopher.
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| Put in Place |
[15 Jul 2004|11:16am] |
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So, I just got shot down by a voicemail.
I was trying to call one of my friends that I haven't heard from since I was at the beach with 'em. The phone rings and rings, clicks, the old "Sorry, I'm not here," message plays, then it happens...
I'm expecting the familiar automated woman's voice to say, "After the tone, please leave a message...", but instead I get, "I'm sorry, the message box is full, goodbye." *Click*
How harsh is that?!
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Ah, yes. The power of online purchases. I just bought the Halfwayhome cd after checking them out on purevolume.com (FYI, purevolume is kickass).
I don't understand why everyone isn't doing it. Online shopping is making it easier and easier for me to just never leave home and fullfill my American destiny as a lazy ass.
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| Words of Wisdom |
[14 Jul 2004|10:16pm] |
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Candyfreak41: heh, have you been attacked by mosquitos?
amutedmind: er, no?
amutedmind: sounds like a personal prob
Candyfreak41: lol...well just wondering, they are killer down here
Candyfreak41: and they are killing me pretty much
Candyfreak41: and i like goin outside, but its just rawr...they want my blood
amutedmind: true... i can understand
Candyfreak41: like i try that off! stuff but it's not really working....i need an expert's opinion or something
amutedmind: u should carry around one of those citrinella candles or whatever they are called
amutedmind: melt the wax..then pour it over your body
amutedmind: it might burn at first
amutedmind: but it will keep them off
amutedmind: and keep u sexified
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The mall sucks.
I don't know why people entertain the thought of spending shit loads of money on things you can buy anywhere else for a fraction of the cost. Combine that with the fact that they try to lure you in with "sales", compelling unsuspecting, ignorant shoppers to spend more thinking they've earned a bargain. Even better, those sales that they offer are nothing more than huge tubs of mismatched clothing or racks strewn with the rejects no one else would buy.
I'm sure you can find some things of decent quality for your money there, but it's really not worth it to me.
All I know is that the food court is off the hook. You can find me there.
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So I'm fixing my friends and myself lunch (being the generous guy I am), when in the most crucial moment of removing the pizza from the oven with the buzzer screaming, the telephone rings.
Hello.
Hello David! This is yada yada mortgage company...
This isn't David...er...
Knowing what is to come, I quickly break into a fiery drama, telling a tale of death and destruction that has fallen upon my beloved parents and that I am but a minor.
A pause... Adrenaline rises through the hesitation. Finally, the courtesy caller responds:
Is there another resident that I may speak with?
At this, I hang up, appalled that they had no respect for my dead parents. Alright, so my parents aren't dead, but in the moment, every emotion was there as if they were. Imagination you know... it gets the best of me.
But that's besides the point. Can you believe how driven some of these people are? Mad props for the attempt I guess.
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[14 Jul 2004|12:43pm] |
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After eleventy-billion tries, I think I've finally got this damn layout to work right.
Enjoy.
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