Monday, September 08, 2003
Brilliant.
This weekend was awesome. I'm still reeling from the sheer greatness of it. If I had to equate it to something tangible, rather than just poorly used adjectives, I'd say it was like a punch in the face. But not the kind where you fall over and hold your jaw type of deal. The good kind. (What the hellllll?) So, from the get go, it was good. On Friday night, I came home, and found my driving sunglasses. As I was walking in to my house, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror with them on. God damn, I looked dangerous. For this reason, I have deemed them my multi-purpose bad ass sun glasses. I might even be wearing them now. ...I refuse to give a solid answer on that one. I also may refuse to turn on the lights. Muhahaha. I just hope that federal agents (with guns) bust into my room and catch me sitting here, in the dark, maybe wearing sunglasses looking badass. That's how I want to be hauled off to jail: Looking badass.
Saturday, I slept ... all day. I woke up just in time to go computer shopping with a fellow running for town council. He's running of the more engaging people I work for, as he has interesting (read: conservative) views on foreign policy. It was good, but for some reason he felt compelled to drive to nutley to get this computer. To me, it's all the same, since I'm getting paid. Nutley just seems so far... and for christ sake, It's named Nutley. I'm sure their is a kid out there somewhere named Nutley, and it's for him I feel the most sorry.
Saturday evening was mostly spent looking for liquor. I went to four different places with Andy. Since college started, everyone is carding now more than ever. It was the final place, Irvington House of Liquor that turned up fruitful. What a spectacular establishment. Shady as hell, and in a scary ass part of town. It turned out fine though. From there, I basically went to Amy Patierno's house for a small pseudo, 'let's have people over that over all the time anyway and call it a party' type of deal. It was quality. Among the people making appearances included Brian, Mike, Ashley, Amy (Obviously), and lots of other people. It was a good party. I was a designated driver, so, I didn't partake of any of the drinking festivities, but I wish I had. Jorge` taught everyone this awesome drinking game where you make a tower of cups and throw coins etc. It was awesome. I even got help engineer this elaborate cup tower. (That I am proud to say did not fall over). As soon as the party burst into a sing along, Molly called. (Be-U-tiful timing)
I dropped Jorge` off. And went to get Molly. Her parents were in between places, so it was cool for her to be going out at 11:30 at night. We went to star watch at this school in Millburn. It was quality, though everything you could ever hope to sit down on was soaking wet. That was the highlight of this awesome weekend. The 'knock out' punch so to speak. I totally didn't feel school tugging at my pant leg, like, "Josh, your not enjoying this really peaceful moment because you know that 30 hours from now, You'll be sitting in your first period class." It was amazing.
Then Sunday, I accidentally overslept again. I really need an alarm clock that works well, and loud. Like one that even when I tell it to snooze, It would just beep louder. I'll put that on my 'To invent' list. The list grows longer and longer everyday unforunately. I'll file that right behind ejection seat for cars ... and right before self clicking deodorant. So, after I took care of some very neccesary errands, I came home and went to 'breakfast' with mick. We went to bagel as usual. After that I went to fix his computer. It took like 10 minutes, and even though I had every intention to stay and chill, I had to get my stupid ass car home. I miss my car.
My brother has been begging me all week to take him to the airplane club. So went up there and had a grand old time. He crashed his favorite plane hardcore, but he still had an awesome time. I did too. Airplanes are great.
We came home to a great dinner. It was weird soup and bbq chicken. They didn't look like they go together very well, but they were collectively good. I frittered away the night online. I may have to start going out on school nights. If I were home by 11, What would be the big deal. It's 1:00 in the morning right now and I am just sitting around. If I went out I would be super tired. It would work out better than if I stay home. I almost don't want to go to sleep. Doing so would entail ending this awesome weekend.
It was simply brilliant.
-Josh
Saturday, I slept ... all day. I woke up just in time to go computer shopping with a fellow running for town council. He's running of the more engaging people I work for, as he has interesting (read: conservative) views on foreign policy. It was good, but for some reason he felt compelled to drive to nutley to get this computer. To me, it's all the same, since I'm getting paid. Nutley just seems so far... and for christ sake, It's named Nutley. I'm sure their is a kid out there somewhere named Nutley, and it's for him I feel the most sorry.
Saturday evening was mostly spent looking for liquor. I went to four different places with Andy. Since college started, everyone is carding now more than ever. It was the final place, Irvington House of Liquor that turned up fruitful. What a spectacular establishment. Shady as hell, and in a scary ass part of town. It turned out fine though. From there, I basically went to Amy Patierno's house for a small pseudo, 'let's have people over that over all the time anyway and call it a party' type of deal. It was quality. Among the people making appearances included Brian, Mike, Ashley, Amy (Obviously), and lots of other people. It was a good party. I was a designated driver, so, I didn't partake of any of the drinking festivities, but I wish I had. Jorge` taught everyone this awesome drinking game where you make a tower of cups and throw coins etc. It was awesome. I even got help engineer this elaborate cup tower. (That I am proud to say did not fall over). As soon as the party burst into a sing along, Molly called. (Be-U-tiful timing)
I dropped Jorge` off. And went to get Molly. Her parents were in between places, so it was cool for her to be going out at 11:30 at night. We went to star watch at this school in Millburn. It was quality, though everything you could ever hope to sit down on was soaking wet. That was the highlight of this awesome weekend. The 'knock out' punch so to speak. I totally didn't feel school tugging at my pant leg, like, "Josh, your not enjoying this really peaceful moment because you know that 30 hours from now, You'll be sitting in your first period class." It was amazing.
Then Sunday, I accidentally overslept again. I really need an alarm clock that works well, and loud. Like one that even when I tell it to snooze, It would just beep louder. I'll put that on my 'To invent' list. The list grows longer and longer everyday unforunately. I'll file that right behind ejection seat for cars ... and right before self clicking deodorant. So, after I took care of some very neccesary errands, I came home and went to 'breakfast' with mick. We went to bagel as usual. After that I went to fix his computer. It took like 10 minutes, and even though I had every intention to stay and chill, I had to get my stupid ass car home. I miss my car.
My brother has been begging me all week to take him to the airplane club. So went up there and had a grand old time. He crashed his favorite plane hardcore, but he still had an awesome time. I did too. Airplanes are great.
We came home to a great dinner. It was weird soup and bbq chicken. They didn't look like they go together very well, but they were collectively good. I frittered away the night online. I may have to start going out on school nights. If I were home by 11, What would be the big deal. It's 1:00 in the morning right now and I am just sitting around. If I went out I would be super tired. It would work out better than if I stay home. I almost don't want to go to sleep. Doing so would entail ending this awesome weekend.
It was simply brilliant.
-Josh
Saturday, September 06, 2003
The Proverbial Table Tilts (My way this time)
Firstly, I want to point out I can re-arrange the title to spell The Parboil Tab Let Slit. That out of the way, karma is a beautiful thing. I wrote a small paper this summer about practical applications of Karma for the atheist. Whatever the case, all of this good doing business I have been doing is coming back to help me out. For example, I got in line today to sign up for a gym class (Something I was not going to do) and I sign up, and then as soon as I walk out of the line, they say: "We would just like people with last names A-K signing up now" God bless America. Well, Let me start at the begining. I woke up this morning at 6:30. To a daytime sleeper like myself, that's bedtime. I was untired though. A quick shower, and I was off. I took the car to town. I pulled right into one of the good spots. The chateau was empty, and I sat and had a most enjoyable breakfast. I <3 The #1. It will always be #1 on my list. After a lovely drive to school, I sat in the parking lot and listened to Howard Stern for a few minutes. I'm not a huge fan because my Ex-Aunt loves to skank it up on his show, but whatever, it's something to entertain the brain in the morning.
Then I went to school. Then, School was over. (I'm not letting school control me anymore)
I went with Jorge` to play Soul Caliber 2 with Ashley and her broken ass nintendo game cube. Just a small note, I really would like to send an angry letter to the game designers. Their boob physics is some of the shoddiest I have seen. In my opinion, making boobs jiggle in games loses it's value. You know, no matter how hard you try, no matter what you do, You are never ever going to see that boob naked. That boob is nippless. In fact, the very idea that it's a boob is only in your mind. Their is no boob.
Soul Caliber can tire one out very quickly. (Losing really takes it out of me) I went home, greeted the perrito and family. Then I decided, what the fuck, I need a haircut. I decided too much hair is bad. So, I told the guy (my guy) Phil to make it short. He asked me what number I wanted. I said ... 3 sounds about right, fully not knowing what the hell a 3 was. It's drastic. It's more than drastic. Right now, I look like a budding member of the KGB. In essence, I am one number away from having swastikas and burning crosses on me, and yelling "White Power!" at innapropriate moments. The best comment about the change was from Jorge`, "I ... liked it better before."
For the remainder of the afternoon I spent doing tech support calls. ...I was not successful at fixing a single on of them. It doesn't even bother me. Normally, this would drive me nuts. Not today. I let it ... just be. This is the first time I haven't let work stress carry over into other facets of life. Be it sitting around, or in the car. I simply wasn't worried. (Read: I don't give a fuck)
Molly called and informed me we were watching "Run Lola Run" in just a few minutes. Though the movie was in German, it wasn't bad. I really liked it. I thought the girls in the movie were ... to put this delicately ... ugly bitches. But nonetheless, their were some thematic elements I really liked. I saw some similiarities to the Matrix that I liked. Also, the sound track is ridiculous good. (That's like good, but better) It's very euro-centric. I love anything -centric I suppose .... except cons. Those + centric + circles are bad.
On the way home from Molly's house, this van is behind me. My spider sense was telling me something was up. Suddenly, I felt a vibrating in my pants. It was Ashley calling to tell me that the car tailgating me, was in fact her. She was with Megan MacPhee. They were on their way to see Anne. I was on my way to see Hunter and Andy. After a brief chatsky (I can say things like that now, I'm in the KGB comrade) with them I went to see Hunter. Where craziness ensued the rest of the night. (Read: 711 + Swings)
I can safely say this is one of the most awesome days I've had in a long time. Plus ... Mac OS X might be one of the sexiest operating systems ever developed and I have the privledge to be the administrator for the Newspaper. Shwing!
KRock keeps playing my songs. I wore two different socks, and both were comfortable. I will get out at 12:00 one day a week with my Lab scam. I feel fantastic. Finally things have stopped falling on me, and falling into place. I wish I could put this day in a bottle for a day when I know I will be bummered like hell about something stupid like school. Then I could just be like, oh look, 2003, September Chardonay. That was a good year!
*Pop*
-Josh
Then I went to school. Then, School was over. (I'm not letting school control me anymore)
I went with Jorge` to play Soul Caliber 2 with Ashley and her broken ass nintendo game cube. Just a small note, I really would like to send an angry letter to the game designers. Their boob physics is some of the shoddiest I have seen. In my opinion, making boobs jiggle in games loses it's value. You know, no matter how hard you try, no matter what you do, You are never ever going to see that boob naked. That boob is nippless. In fact, the very idea that it's a boob is only in your mind. Their is no boob.
Soul Caliber can tire one out very quickly. (Losing really takes it out of me) I went home, greeted the perrito and family. Then I decided, what the fuck, I need a haircut. I decided too much hair is bad. So, I told the guy (my guy) Phil to make it short. He asked me what number I wanted. I said ... 3 sounds about right, fully not knowing what the hell a 3 was. It's drastic. It's more than drastic. Right now, I look like a budding member of the KGB. In essence, I am one number away from having swastikas and burning crosses on me, and yelling "White Power!" at innapropriate moments. The best comment about the change was from Jorge`, "I ... liked it better before."
For the remainder of the afternoon I spent doing tech support calls. ...I was not successful at fixing a single on of them. It doesn't even bother me. Normally, this would drive me nuts. Not today. I let it ... just be. This is the first time I haven't let work stress carry over into other facets of life. Be it sitting around, or in the car. I simply wasn't worried. (Read: I don't give a fuck)
Molly called and informed me we were watching "Run Lola Run" in just a few minutes. Though the movie was in German, it wasn't bad. I really liked it. I thought the girls in the movie were ... to put this delicately ... ugly bitches. But nonetheless, their were some thematic elements I really liked. I saw some similiarities to the Matrix that I liked. Also, the sound track is ridiculous good. (That's like good, but better) It's very euro-centric. I love anything -centric I suppose .... except cons. Those + centric + circles are bad.
On the way home from Molly's house, this van is behind me. My spider sense was telling me something was up. Suddenly, I felt a vibrating in my pants. It was Ashley calling to tell me that the car tailgating me, was in fact her. She was with Megan MacPhee. They were on their way to see Anne. I was on my way to see Hunter and Andy. After a brief chatsky (I can say things like that now, I'm in the KGB comrade) with them I went to see Hunter. Where craziness ensued the rest of the night. (Read: 711 + Swings)
I can safely say this is one of the most awesome days I've had in a long time. Plus ... Mac OS X might be one of the sexiest operating systems ever developed and I have the privledge to be the administrator for the Newspaper. Shwing!
KRock keeps playing my songs. I wore two different socks, and both were comfortable. I will get out at 12:00 one day a week with my Lab scam. I feel fantastic. Finally things have stopped falling on me, and falling into place. I wish I could put this day in a bottle for a day when I know I will be bummered like hell about something stupid like school. Then I could just be like, oh look, 2003, September Chardonay. That was a good year!
*Pop*
-Josh
Thursday, September 04, 2003
It was bound to happen ... since I hate to be bound.
Well, School started today. I am now a Senior. Apart of the class of '04' .... It's obnoxious. The whole school thing is obnoxious. Their have been some noteable changes in my school. I don't like one of them. My favorite: Now, The 'administration' has deemed being able to exit out of the front entrance an upperclassmen privledge. I for one, Could care less. In my humble opinion, If you are not taking the morst direct, most efficient, fastest, route to get OUT OF THE SCHOOL, You sir, are a fucking idiot. (I just set the world record for most comma's in a sentence)
Admittedly, I have an awesome schedule. Three days a week, I haul myself out of school at 1:00pm. The other two, 2:00pm. The downside is that I don't have a lunch. I really don't care, as lunch is for suckers. Even with this awesome schedule, I feel like the school day is going to be ridiculously long. I felt it today, and we only had 38 minutes periods. When gym came around, and they had us just sitting there, I did something I swear I absolutely positively would not do. I cut like a disturbed twelve year old. It was like this other Josh came over me, and took me out the nearest exit. I mean, I tried, I really did. I chatted with Carolyn, with Joanna, with Buda. They all left to get on this big ass line to get a locker. I .... was going to stand in no such line. Next thing I know, I'm at Blimpies buying cookies. I must have blacked out and started doing bad things. Though, the bad things ended up being good. In front of me at Blimpie was Molly! It was a most excellent suprise. A most needed surpise. School sucks.
After school, I sat around in the computer lab doing bitch work for the newspaper. The school dosen't know it yet, but by the end of the year I intend to have total and complete ownership of their entire network. It's weird describing things in terms of school. After, before, during. My writing felt so much better when I wasn't constantly referencing things to the shittiest place in the world: Columbia High School in Maplewood New Jersey. (Sorry to be so detailed, but that will pop up in google, and people looking for maplewood can check out my blog)
I was so excited to drive to school and park in the senior lot lately. Unfortunately, as I am driving my car home yesterday from AAMCO I notice that the engine is overheating. As I take it to the gas station to get it fixed this skkkettchhhyyyy guy stops the Optimum Cablevision van he is driving and starts with this really sketchy thing. He was like "Yo, Could I ask you a question?" I was like, ...You're past the point of asking now. So he is like, word word, Some people just freak out round here. Then he shows me his hands, he's like, word man, im just drinking a beer, I'll put it down. Drinking and driving, What a fabulous duo. Then he starts telling me about he does wiring etc etc etc. He's babbling on and on. Anyway, I gave him a card. I figured what the hell, maybe he needs some computer work done. Scary guy. Now I'm kind of worried he's going to show up at my house one day. Obviously, I'm not super worried, but you know, drunk scary guys. Whatever.
I just got back from picking up my NEWLY fixed car. It runs, it doesn't overheat, It has a working transmission. Just in time for school.
I'm chewing on ice cubes but still my mind is still on fire. It's a fast burn.
-Josh
Monday, September 01, 2003
It's amazing how much one's life can change in three days. It's almost incomprehensible. As is never the case with me, I am not sure where to begin. Let me try the beginning. On Friday, a foreign exchange student moved in next door to me. His name is Jorge`. He speaks very little english. Luckily for him, I speak a lot of bad spanish. He's going to be a junior. Since I am one of the only people his age, and one of the people he communicates best with, I felt a sense of duty to show him around. At first, I was unsure about being friends with a kid who was spanish. What could we have in common? I couldn't be more wrong. The first time I saw Jorge, he was juggling. Yes, that's right, he juggles. I juggle. ...Still what else could we have in common. For all I know he could have been in the circus. Jorge and me quickly got to talking after he briefly schooled me in juggling. He likes cold play, he likes nirvana, hell, he even likes frisbee. On top of all of this, he's just a cool guy. I realized I would have no qualms about taking him out with me.
I took him out with Molly, and Tanna. Prior to them getting in the car, he asked me if in America you greet girls by giving them two kisses. I told him, no, and that I was unaware of this custom. Damnit! This is something they should have been teaching me in spanish class all along. This seems a hell of a lot more practical than the 'vosotros' form of verbs. Needless to say, Jorge` was baffled by american women. I had only one thing to say to him: Welcome to the club.
I gave him the tour of the towns. He's never had a bagel before. He's never been in the suburbs before. It's amazing how different things are in Spain. He says that our neighborhood reminds him of the neighborhood in "American Pie." It dawned on me at this point that he is going to be hearing words that I am sure they didn't teach him in english class. I gave him a rundown of stupid american slang. 'Hate'(as in, dont hate on me) 'True'(as in, it's hot in here. True) 'Awesome' 'Cool' 'shit' 'fuck' 'ass' 'bullshit' These are things he is going to hear every day but he has no idea what they mean. Obviously, I asked him about curse words in spanish. Cabrone, Joder, Jeli-pollas, and Mierda were popular ones apparently.
So, for the past few days, Jorge and I have been hanging out a lot. I am proud to say, I have spoken more spanish than I ever have in my entire life. It's amazing how easy it is to talk spanish after you do it all the time. I'm REALLY happy I signed up for spanish this year. I have like the best possible dictionary ever sitting right next door. The fact that after we are done talking spanish we can just sit around and chill is awesome too. Also, Girls love Jorge`. I don't think he's met a girl yet that is not enthralled with his foreign cuteness.
So, I am happy he is fitting in well even if he understands very little.
I saw this independent film the other day called "Thirteen." ...What a skank fest. Sure, I enjoyed the movie. It was good. But it's accurate. There are a lot of little skanky girls running around doing drugs, older guys, and bad things. When I say little, I really mean it. Middle school little. Tamagochi little. Beanie baby little. It's scary. The whole night was fun. It was more fun (I want to say funner, but i'm cleaning up my grammar so jorge can understand better) because Molly was there. Their were certain parts of the movie where we both got the same reference at the same time. It was quality.
Unfortunately, the past three days have been a nightmare after I come home. Sure, I'm having great nights, but afterwards is a different story. Since my whole family has lost their mind,(Collectively...Think something like "The Borg") they wanted the house painted. Thusly, they have been displaced. Somehow, my clean (Read: barron), Inviting (Read: Cold) , private (Read: Open) room was inhabited. Suddenly a dog, a sister, and a brother lived with me. Suddenly, my life was a big ass sleep over. The most memorable night (Yes, I remember the nights since I'm not getting any sleeping done with all these people in my room) is when I was nearly asleep, and I feel two paws at the bottom of my bed. Apparently my brother got up and left at one point during the night for reasons unknown. Lonely and cold, my dog was looking for a warm bed. Though my dog was recently de-smelled, I didn't want to ruin my nice clean bed. I yelled and screamed at her for like a minute...or maybe just like 10 seconds. And as to the yelling and screaming, i'm not sure what I did. Probably something along the lines of "Get the hell away from here smelly ass." She aquiesced to my demands. Unfortunately, she was not happy about having nowhere cosy and warm to sleep and gave me several wet nose attacks through the course of the night. Insideous. Vicious. Diabolical.
I started watching "Bowling For Columbine" today, but got interrupted by stupid work telephone calls. Though they were of the monetary nature, being interrupted during a movie is never fun.
My phone got a new battery in the mail the other day from Verizon. It now will sustain a conversation for longer than ... well, convenience I suppose. It would always cut off at the most inconvenient time. So...I guess theoretically it would make a great way to measure the time of inconvenience. Ack, This is my life. Stupid science experiments. This is why school is bad. It squashes my idea side. Forget Math, forget language, forget history! My mind is much better occupied thinking about boobs and spaceships.
I leave you now. From my room filled with half drinken cups of apple juice, Entamanns donuts (which I am allergic to) and a barbie sleeping bag. (Not to mention several pairs of underwear that now adorn my room)
-Josh
I took him out with Molly, and Tanna. Prior to them getting in the car, he asked me if in America you greet girls by giving them two kisses. I told him, no, and that I was unaware of this custom. Damnit! This is something they should have been teaching me in spanish class all along. This seems a hell of a lot more practical than the 'vosotros' form of verbs. Needless to say, Jorge` was baffled by american women. I had only one thing to say to him: Welcome to the club.
I gave him the tour of the towns. He's never had a bagel before. He's never been in the suburbs before. It's amazing how different things are in Spain. He says that our neighborhood reminds him of the neighborhood in "American Pie." It dawned on me at this point that he is going to be hearing words that I am sure they didn't teach him in english class. I gave him a rundown of stupid american slang. 'Hate'(as in, dont hate on me) 'True'(as in, it's hot in here. True) 'Awesome' 'Cool' 'shit' 'fuck' 'ass' 'bullshit' These are things he is going to hear every day but he has no idea what they mean. Obviously, I asked him about curse words in spanish. Cabrone, Joder, Jeli-pollas, and Mierda were popular ones apparently.
So, for the past few days, Jorge and I have been hanging out a lot. I am proud to say, I have spoken more spanish than I ever have in my entire life. It's amazing how easy it is to talk spanish after you do it all the time. I'm REALLY happy I signed up for spanish this year. I have like the best possible dictionary ever sitting right next door. The fact that after we are done talking spanish we can just sit around and chill is awesome too. Also, Girls love Jorge`. I don't think he's met a girl yet that is not enthralled with his foreign cuteness.
So, I am happy he is fitting in well even if he understands very little.
I saw this independent film the other day called "Thirteen." ...What a skank fest. Sure, I enjoyed the movie. It was good. But it's accurate. There are a lot of little skanky girls running around doing drugs, older guys, and bad things. When I say little, I really mean it. Middle school little. Tamagochi little. Beanie baby little. It's scary. The whole night was fun. It was more fun (I want to say funner, but i'm cleaning up my grammar so jorge can understand better) because Molly was there. Their were certain parts of the movie where we both got the same reference at the same time. It was quality.
Unfortunately, the past three days have been a nightmare after I come home. Sure, I'm having great nights, but afterwards is a different story. Since my whole family has lost their mind,(Collectively...Think something like "The Borg") they wanted the house painted. Thusly, they have been displaced. Somehow, my clean (Read: barron), Inviting (Read: Cold) , private (Read: Open) room was inhabited. Suddenly a dog, a sister, and a brother lived with me. Suddenly, my life was a big ass sleep over. The most memorable night (Yes, I remember the nights since I'm not getting any sleeping done with all these people in my room) is when I was nearly asleep, and I feel two paws at the bottom of my bed. Apparently my brother got up and left at one point during the night for reasons unknown. Lonely and cold, my dog was looking for a warm bed. Though my dog was recently de-smelled, I didn't want to ruin my nice clean bed. I yelled and screamed at her for like a minute...or maybe just like 10 seconds. And as to the yelling and screaming, i'm not sure what I did. Probably something along the lines of "Get the hell away from here smelly ass." She aquiesced to my demands. Unfortunately, she was not happy about having nowhere cosy and warm to sleep and gave me several wet nose attacks through the course of the night. Insideous. Vicious. Diabolical.
I started watching "Bowling For Columbine" today, but got interrupted by stupid work telephone calls. Though they were of the monetary nature, being interrupted during a movie is never fun.
My phone got a new battery in the mail the other day from Verizon. It now will sustain a conversation for longer than ... well, convenience I suppose. It would always cut off at the most inconvenient time. So...I guess theoretically it would make a great way to measure the time of inconvenience. Ack, This is my life. Stupid science experiments. This is why school is bad. It squashes my idea side. Forget Math, forget language, forget history! My mind is much better occupied thinking about boobs and spaceships.
I leave you now. From my room filled with half drinken cups of apple juice, Entamanns donuts (which I am allergic to) and a barbie sleeping bag. (Not to mention several pairs of underwear that now adorn my room)
-Josh
