| Dear Iran, |
[Aug. 24th, 2006|12:37 am] |
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| | Guster - Satellite | ] |
Even France doesn't like you. You have no chance. |
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| Last week... |
[Aug. 9th, 2006|11:32 pm] |
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| | excited | ] |
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| | Thrush - Rise and Fall | ] | (As my brother and I are getting into my car)
Eric: Geez, who sat in the passenger seat last? A giant? Me: My girlfriend. Eric: Shit. |
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| And the list goes on... |
[Jul. 10th, 2006|11:02 pm] |
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| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sum 41 - 88 | ] |
Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins
I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell by Tucker Max Winning The Future: A 21st Century Contract with America by Newt Gingrich
The Alphabet of Manliness by Maddox
Red, White, and Liberal: How Left is Right, and Right is Wrong by Alan Colmes Memoirs of a Geisha by Andrew Golden Ishmael: An Adventure of the Mind and Spirit by Daniel Quinn
Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer Julius Caesar and King Henry Part I & II by William Shakespeare
So, What's The Difference? by Fritz Ridenour
Your Favorite Seuss: A Baker's Dozen by the One and Only Dr. Seuss by Dr. Seuss
I took off the Wesley Clark one and substituted in Maddox's "The Alphabet of Manliness". Was it worth the $15.95 I spent on it? Absolutely. I reccommend it to everyone. Canterbury Tales, but my opinion is probably a little tainted as the Middle English is a difficult hurdle. Now I'm on to Morgan's suggestion: Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins. It better be good.
Four more days. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 21st, 2006|11:58 am] |
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| | Guster - Happier | ] | So hispanics can change the American National Anthem as they see fit, but the ACLU supports a high school's decision to not let its valedictorian say "Christ" in her speech. White power, my ass. |
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| Special treatment? |
[Jun. 19th, 2006|02:16 am] |
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| | satisfied | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Inspection 12 - French Subtitles | ] |
I'm not going to lie. Sometimes (see: all the time) I say what's on my mind before it has a chance to be filtered by the censor that is my own brain. That doesn't mean that it isn't true. It just means that it's inappropriate for the situation at hand. And yes, a "for example" is coming right up.
So a family comes into work today and it's my table, so I go out there, put on that same old shit-eating grin and greet the table. For the purpose of this story, I'm going to pretend they were the only ones sitting there.
It's a mother, a daughter and a father. Sound boring yet? Well, the daughter and father were deaf. It's sad, but I bet half of you just skipped down to this sentence because you saw the word "deaf." Whatever. I probably would have too.
Anyway, so the mother orders and then "translates" the hand gestures of the deaf daughter and father. The girl wants a Shirley Temple (Sprite with cherry juice stuff). She also wants extra cherries. I bring the Sprite mixed with cherry juice stuff and proceed to tell the mother "I'll be right back with some extra cherries." She responds with a raising of the (no lie) right nostril, a scoff, and a "umm...can we get some umbrellas in this thing? You know...a Shirley Temple?"
Strike one.
I get the umbrellas and the extra cherries and as I turn to answer another customer, another scoff with this accompanying statement:
"Ummm...this umbrella is a little crooked. Can she get a new one? Preferably a better color than the yellow you picked out..."
Strike two.
I get a blue umbrella to match the shirt of the deaf daughter when I am greeted with a third request. "Can I also get some chopsticks for my daughter?" "Sure," I reply, "I'll bring them out after I get the drink orders for these other customers."
She then leans in and says "Can you not see she is deaf? Don't you think these two should get a little special treatment?"
Strike three.
"No. Do you?" At this, the other customers are obviously taken aback. "Yes," she replies, "I do believe she should get some extra attention at a restaurant." "Why?" I ask. "Because..." she says. "Because why?" "Because I say so." she snaps back. "Ma'am," I say, "if that didn't work for my Mom, it sure won't work for you." "She's deaf!" "Yes ma'am...she is. She also probably wants to be treated just as equally as the rest of the customers at this table."
At this she looks at her husband who has the smuggest grin on his face. I later found out he could read lips and I'm guessing he understood the entire conversation I had with his wife. I'm guessing he's had this argument more than once with her. I'm also guessing I was on his side.
P.S. He was paying and I got a 40 dollar tip. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 6th, 2006|02:34 pm] |
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| | happy | ] |
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| | Plenty - Lover's Guise | ] |
Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell by Tucker Max Winning The Future: A 21st Century Contract with America by Newt Gingrich Winning Modern Wars: Iraq, Terrorism, and the American Empire by Wesley Clark Red, White, and Liberal: How Left is Right, and Right is Wrong by Alan Colmes Memoirs of a Geisha by Andrew Golden Ishmael: An Adventure of the Mind and Spirit by Daniel Quinn Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer
Julius Caesar and King Henry Part I & II by William Shakespeare So, What's The Difference? by Fritz Ridenour Your Favorite Seuss: A Baker's Dozen by the One and Only Dr. Seuss by Dr. Seuss
I've already started reading Max Tucker's book and it is glorious beyond imagination. Julius Caesar is definitely up there in terms of favorite Shakespearean plays (along with "Taming of the Shrew," "The Tempest," and "Macbeth"). King Henry Parts I & II just didn't do it for me even though Falstaff is an extremely well-written (and well-spoken) character. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 1st, 2006|01:35 am] |
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| | happy | ] |
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| | Inspection 12 - Here I Am | ] |
Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell by Tucker Max Winning The Future: A 21st Century Contract with America by Newt Gingrich Winning Modern Wars: Iraq, Terrorism, and the American Empire by Wesley Clark Red, White, and Liberal: How Left is Right, and Right is Wrong by Alan Colmes Memoirs of a Geisha by Andrew Golden Ishmael: An Adventure of the Mind and Spirit by Daniel Quinn Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer Julius Caesar and King Henry Part I & II by William Shakespeare So, What's The Difference? by Fritz Ridenour Your Favorite Seuss: A Baker's Dozen by the One and Only Dr. Seuss by Dr. Seuss
Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare is up next.
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| And it only took 24 hours to ruin my summer vacation... |
[Apr. 23rd, 2006|11:31 pm] |
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| | Cypress - Katelynn | ] | It has begun:
Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell by Tucker Max Winning The Future: A 21st Century Contract with America by Newt Gingrich Winning Modern Wars: Iraq, Terrorism, and the American Empire by Wesley Clark Red, White, and Liberal: How Left is Right, and Right is Wrong by Alan Colmes Memoirs of a Geisha by Andrew Golden Ishmael: An Adventure of the Mind and Spirit by Daniel Quinn Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer Julius Caesar and King Henry Part I & II by William Shakespeare So, What's The Difference? by Fritz Ridenour Your Favorite Seuss: A Baker's Dozen by the One and Only Dr. Seuss by Dr. Seuss
I like to think #5 and #15 will enrich my mind the most.
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| I want to read 15 books this summer... |
[Apr. 22nd, 2006|11:47 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Debbie's house | ] |
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| | happy | ] |
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| | The Cosby Show in the background | ] | List off a couple of books and reasons on why I should read each of them. The best 15 make the list.
GO! |
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| Dear World, |
[Apr. 11th, 2006|01:21 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | horny | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jack Johnson - F-Stop The Blues | ] | Someone please tell my roomate that he looks absolutely disgusting in just boxers (which are strangely shorter than normal boxers...)
10 more days. |
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| One month until Summer! |
[Mar. 19th, 2006|12:49 am] |
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| | curious | ] |
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| | Thrush - Rise and Fall | ] | That's right. Summer. 4 1/2 months of nothing to do except work 40 hours a week at Target. Seriously, that's all I'll be doing. The reason I'm writing this entry is simple:
I need something to accomplish. It can be anything, but I need something. Any suggestions? The winner(s) will receive the satisfaction of knowing I did their thing, whatever it may be.
And five bucks. Yea, five bucks via Paypal.
Stay rad. |
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| Downy does the stuff... |
[Mar. 17th, 2006|01:05 am] |
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| | Cedar Street - On My Own | ] | My sheets feel great. |
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| I haven't gotten a haircut in three months... |
[Mar. 3rd, 2006|12:34 am] |
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| | Craig's Brother - Insult to Injury | ] | 1. "The Tempest" is a better play than I thought it would be.
2. My roomate's a douche.
3. Chick-fil-a...no, I'm sorry...FREE Chick-Fil-A tastes so good going down.
4. Sweet Tea does not.
5. My roomate's a douche.
6. Papers = suxor
7. Ben, I figured out the meaning of life too. Wanna play at Jackrabbits this summer with April Fools and get free beer again? You know you do, my little alcoholic.
8. A week off of Target does a body good.
9. This is how my thoughts run after writing 14 pages about Classical/Elizabethan Comedy/Tragedy.
10. Whatever happened to "Gauntlet Legends"?
11. The new Legend of Zelda is gonna be sick.
12. Coldplay + A special lady x Orlando = Muy bueno.
Love, Ryan
P.S. My roomate's a douche. |
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| "It looks like a cherry stem..." |
[Mar. 1st, 2006|12:09 am] |
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| | proud | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Heirborn - Lost and Found | ] |

Yea, that came out of my chin. To all of you that think you have a great beard, just remember this picture. And the sad thing is, there's thousands more where that came from. |
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| I'm gonna write a book... |
[Feb. 16th, 2006|02:50 pm] |
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| | annoyed | ] |
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| | Craig's Brother - Divorce | ] | And it's going to list all the reasons my roomate is a complete and utter loser. Here's the first two chapters:
Reason #1: He uses a loofah.
Yea, a loofah.
In the shower?
In the shower.
You're kidding, right?

Does it look like I'm kidding.
Reason #2: The man is, as of this moment, listening to a live CD by "Alabama" and bouncing around the room like a complete jackass. Oh, you say you don't know who Alabama is? For your viewing (dis)pleasure.
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| "It's a...a...wallaby!" |
[Feb. 6th, 2006|05:36 am] |
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| | ecstatic | ] |
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| | Chuck Norris - The chief export of Chuck Norris is pain... | ] | I think the turtle had it right all along. You may think that the rabbit had the right idea, but suffered from poor execution.
No, my friends. It was the turtle who had the right idea. |
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| It's like a cat... |
[Feb. 2nd, 2006|10:46 pm] |
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| | getting there | ] |
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| | Yellowcard - Grey (it's good Neal, you'd like it) | ] | And it's been a cat ever since it walked up to your feet. You have no qualms with it being a cat. In fact, you love the cat. You love everything about the cat.
"I want to become a dog now," the cat says.
"But why?" you ask.
And then it's a dog. No answer to the question. No discussion, no nothing. Why does it have to be a dog? It's all too confusing. Just yesterday, it was a cat and now it's a dog? Where is all this coming from. It's late at night, this has to be a dream. You go to sleep.
You wake up...and it's still a dog. You just know it. You feel like you're going to be sick.
"I've been a dog much longer than I have been a cat. I just need to be a dog for a little while. There's no use arguing about it. I'm already a dog. I can't go back."
And the dog's right. As confusing and frustrating as it is for you, it's a dog, plain and simple. You can still see the resemblence to it's former feline-ness. But it's still very weird and awkward for you.
But what is (and will be) worse is when it takes the shape of that cat again. For someone else. You're terrified of seeing that. There's got to be something you can do. You think and think and think. There's nothing you can do except...
"I can't be around you any longer," you say.
"Why?"
"I have enough dogs. I can't keep one more. It's hard enough having the dogs that I do have."
"But we can share in the times in which I was a cat," the former cat explains. "Who else will I be able to laugh and cry with about those fleeting moments in which I was a cat?"
You don't know. You really don't.
"I forged a friendship with the cat. Not the dog," you say.
"But...but..." The dog's voice trails off. And you're left with nothing. You're happy...you think. At the very least you believe you can handle this.
For a few months, you feel horrible. You've lost not one, but two friends. You can't think of anyone but the dog. One night, you decide to make amends with the dog. You run into a cat that looks remarkably like the dog.
"Where's the dog?" you ask.
"I'm a cat now," it states matter-of-factly.
"Damn." |
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| Do Hooters' waitresses really want respect? |
[Feb. 1st, 2006|11:58 pm] |
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| | getting there | ] |
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| | Yellowcard - Waiting Game | ] | I went out to lunch with my friend Michael last week. It was a winghouse back in Jacksonville (think Hooters) and it was a Tuesday afternoon. The waitresses weren't very busy, so I decided to try a little sociological experiment I had been thinking about that day:
Look into their eyes.
Seriously, try it next time you go to a winghouse, or a Hooters or anywhere where women dress in little to no clothing.
1:55 - Walk in. I spot the nearest waitress, look INTO HER EYES and ask, "Do we just sit wherever we'd like or..." She attempts to make direct eye contact but finds that she can't so she turns her head, tells us to sit wherever we want and hustles off.
2:05 - The waitress comes for our drink orders. She looks at Michael, he glances at her boobs ever so sneakily (when he thinks she isn't looking but she is) and gives her his drink order. I'm mentally preparing myself at this point. She turns to me, I look her square in the eye and give her my drink order. She ALSO cannot look me in the eye for more than a second and keeps her eyes glued to the notepad.
2:12 - We get our drinks. Same thing happens...she looks at Michael, he gives his order and then does the "quick glance" at her butt this time (way to change it up, Michael). She again tries to look directly at me for more than a second or two but can't so her eyes stay glued on the notepad.
2:21 - Our waitress does the "sit down and try and become friends with her guests." Makes us feel like studs, right Ms. Aspiring Actress? Right. She sits down, talks to Michael for a minute while the food is cooking and then looks at me and asks if I go to college. I say yes, but in St. Augustine.
Hooters Girl: So, you go to Flagler? Me: Yea, I'm studying English. HG: Oh, that's awesome. Who's your favorite author? Me: Well, I like Keats...and some Shakespeare. HG: Shakespeare...(Fake giggles) I haven't studied that since high school! Me: Yea, well, I have to study him pretty much every day this semester. HG: Oh man, that's too bad.
(awkward silence)
HG: You know, I'm in the new Hooters calendar. Me: Cool, maybe we'll have to pick one up. HG: Are you studying anything else at Flagler? Me: Youth Ministries.
(awkward silence...Michael laughs)
HG: I'll go...check on your food.
2:26 - We get our food. She comes back several more times, noticeably uncomfortable, and fills our drinks and asks if we need anything.
Michael: Just the check. |
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