Seabass

Of course you understand this means war...

2003-01-29T06:09:20Z

the hell with iraq, we have a bigger fish to fry.

This bigger fish is actually several fish, and they're not all that big. They also happen to be my upstairs neighbors.

They abuse the washing machine. ruthlessly

I wanted to wash something at about four or five in the morning today, and they were already there and had all their clothes in neat little baskets lined up. I'm convinced those people are running some sort of laundromat-related syndicate wherein the whore out my washing machine to random bypassers, forcing them at gunpoint to wash their clothes.

This is where I start moving little figures around on a layout of my house while dressed in a generals uniform and humming flight of the valkyries...

sputnik941 @ 2003-01-26T11:52:00

2003-01-26T19:53:13Z

The guerilla terrorists of the haircut industry strike again.

Next time I think I need to bring visual aids, as well as learn the equivalent of the word 'trim' in at least twelve different languages(at the moment, they take 'trim' to mean 'get plastered and try to cut hair blindfolded')

In the mean time, I need to get me a hat. perhaps one of those al capone hats. those are just wicked cool.

Sunny Afternoon

2003-01-25T21:49:42Z

its prime weather for a casual shindig here in san francisco, I'm going to have to try to organize one in the very near future.

Interesting evening yesterday. I have a srained ankle on account of a graceful nosedive I took out of a gazebo in Sutro Park. This has caused several inconvinences, advil abuse and having to clean my fancy old-man shoes are among them.

For the benefit of a certain Misty, commonly known to the internet world as tool2deftones:

I'm back on live journal. And I'm a punk for not telling you. Yeah, thats right, I'm talkin' to you.

Flash Gordon, Complete With Silver Underwear:

2003-01-22T09:55:01Z

a fairly crazy tuesday.
raging catholics.

open mic was broken up by the fuzz, which was odd.

Its 2:52 am, and for one reason for another, I decided it would be a good idea to watch the rocky horror picture show. although this seems like an outstanding idea at the moment, I'm sure I won't think so in the morning.

Late Night, Double Feature, Picture Show...

A new Futon, A few drinks, And Just a Touch of Emo:

2003-01-21T02:16:14Z

as the title suggests, I got a new futon. its rather comfy.
as the title suggests, I've had a few drinks, which will serve to justify the following
as the title suggests, there will be a touch of emo:

For one reason or another, I decided to delete ye olde journal(e)a few weeks ago. In the process of doing this, I spent an hour or two reading said journal. Its fair to say that a good eighty five or so percent of those entries have two things in common, Dan and Donny.

Now this may be fueled by the fact that I just read a book about the 'friend of your adolescence' or by the aforementioned few drinks, but I honestly miss those guys. They were, without a shadow of a doubt, the most agreeable individuals in this particular cesspool. Needless to say, its no big secret that all good things have to come to an end, but I was sorta kinda maybe expecting this particular good thing to come to an end in a more peacefull fashion.

And that there, is a touch of emo.

Misty Strikes Back:

2002-11-03T21:32:06Z

After spending a rather enlightening morning at the SFMOMA(motto: broaden your horizons and get your ego deflated for a flat rate of six clams!) A certain misty, commonly known to the internet world as tool2deftones and her friend whose name escapes me at the moment showed up in the jolly town of san francisco. The rest of the evening is somewhat of a blur. I think we went to a bookstore at one point. Anyway, I had a blast, and dan deserves a good old fashioned leningrad style beatdown for not showing up.

Do you feel lucky, punk?

2002-10-31T23:24:56Z

Today is halloween, or more importantly, its Donny's birthday. This means I'm going to have to don my finest quentin terrantino-esque suit and bottle of something unnecessarily expensive. In Short: whoo hoo!

sputnik941 @ 2002-10-14T01:24:00

2002-10-14T08:18:04Z

Somewhere in the distance 'hang on, sloopy' by the mccoys is stuck on repeat, while lay here, slighty intoxicated, surrounded by a bag of half eaten salad croutons, rising occasionally only to abuse the 'random journal' button.

To my great surprise there at least two interesting people out there who have found a comfortable livejournal balance between the overly emo, the overly bubbly, and the incoherent(sk8ters, and people who think 'fo shizza mah nizzah' is literary genius. for example)

Yet another mess of biblical proportions:

2002-08-28T08:06:05Z

well, it's no big secret that I have a knack for getting myself into generally stressful situations that require lots of coffee and pacing. I find myself in one of these situations yet again. I have an english project due tommorrow, and I havent read the book(this can be justifyed by considering the fact that said book is a crime against humanity.) And the worst part is that there is nobody I can complain to at this hour, so I'm once again reduced to babbling at a big box in front of me(which, I suppose, is good news for all the potential recipients of my complaining)

It should be noted that despite the fact that this is entirely my fault, I blame the catholics.

I really should be writing about that trip to russia, but that would take too long, and I have little to complain about regarding that trip.

The blind leading the blind..

2002-07-12T06:07:21Z

and after they were done leading eachoter, they drank themselves into a belligerent haze and put together this quiz, which yielded these results:

Test Results

You think of yourself as being Deep, Psychedelic, Beautiful, and hazy.

Others think of you as being Smarter, Faster, Better, and Catlike.

Your relationships can be described as Majestic, Huge, Holy, and Rocking.

When stressed, you feel Relaxed.

Take this test here.

no. dont even to try to suppress that laughter.

Mr. Plastic Fantastic Strikes Again

2002-07-08T04:16:40Z

After yesterdays adventures, I decided to spend a mellow day at home.
I woke up in the usual manner, with my dad pouring a glass of water over my head, asking me to get off my ass and do something productive. So I made coffee.

I finished Cider House Rules(the book), which turned out to be more awesome than I expected(a certain alex wood deserves some godly praise for this one)

The rest of the day was tragically wasted on cooking and calling the thick-headed morons at the management office. My crazy conservative, fascist neighbor(who was quoted today as saying 'Liberals are Evil') broke the washing machine, and refuses to take any responsibility for it. Fuckin Mathematician.

A few cups of coffee from now, I intend to put on some Jefferson Airplane and spend the rest of the evening in a state of Grace Slick-induced nirvana

Also, it should be noted:

2002-07-08T00:51:27Z

When Dan, Donny and I drink ourselves into a belligerent haze, we are more or less civil about it.

Yesterday is a good example. The evening started out innocently enough, with six pints of beer. After consuming said beer we took a few random busses, walked around aimlessly, and remenisced about days gone by.

I remind Dan of bert.

When I was your age, we walked to school barefoot, in the snow, uphill... both ways.

2002-07-08T00:49:24Z

The humorous but cliche title for this entry was written to demonstrate the fact that I am well of aware of the fact that I sound like an angry decrepit old man when I say:

People have no manners these days.
For example: I get a call from a certain somebody at three o'clock in the morning(any normal person would probably be asleep. I, however was busy trying to figure out Beatles songs on ye olde recorder(e)) This person leaves me a short message: "Hi. I'm drunk, call me" Two things irk me about this:
1) Its three o'clock in the fucking morning
2) She sounded more drunk and attractive than I am, and left no number.

I dont need no booze or drugs, I just need my coffeemug*

2002-07-06T05:52:58Z

The Dow Jones Closed at nine thousand something. I closed the day with a nice round thirty five cups of instant coffee.

I had a rockin night with Donny and Dan, followed by the better part of a bonus cup, followed by endless cups of coffee to keep from dying. My top score on Snake is now 405.

*Booze and drugs would probably aid the cause nonetheless. And make no mistake, I am not endorsing the bitchy, whiny ways of emo-crazed descendents by quoting them. I am simply pointing out our common interest in large amounts of coffee. Thank you.,

Just Deserts

2002-06-30T18:37:45Z

As I've been saying every single weekend, our getting caught is inevitable. However, I imagined our defeat as being more glamorous, I also imagined other people besides myself would get caught. The Story:

Friday, arguably the best night of my life was followed by Saturday(oddly enough), arguable the worst night of my life. Long story short, after ten or so shots of vodka, I redecorated my friends bathroom, and spent the morning apologizing to his mother.

Don't drink, children.

Sex, Drugs, and Rock n' Roll

2002-06-29T20:17:55Z

To be fair, there was no sex, and the drugs were few and far between, but the rock n' roll was awesome.

Jack Bruce did Sunshine of Your Love, and White Room... enough said? I think so.

D+ in Trig, or no D+ in trig..

2002-06-21T06:06:19Z

I did the math, and came up with:

28 days. give or take a few.

That is the number of days I can stay original and interesting to any one person before they get sick of my crap. Test the theory, its bulletproof.

somebody call somebody

2002-06-16T00:55:02Z

Please keep in mind that a certain person whose name I will not mention in fear for my safety(cough: Ginger.) is holding a fully loaded revolver against my right temple, forcing me to write.

Firstly, I would like to point out that 40 hour work weeks suck. Although I am making a small fortune(which I will have to return to dan promptly...)

Secondly, all the angry drunk russians you see in movies are not the product of a mean stereotype. In fact, I'm convinced that they weren't even supposed to be in the movie, they just showed up drunk and acted mean. What brought this up you ask? Dinner with my family. My dad is an antisocial bastard when he wants to be... Fortunately, using my small fortune, I left the waiter a 20 dollar tip, so all is well.

which brings back to my original point:
HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY CALL SOMEBODY BEF(bang!)........(thud).

Welcome To The Machine

2002-05-30T04:38:05Z

Decent day. I talked to Ms. Bernard yet again, and she is becoming increasingly tolorable, almost to the point of being a totally rockin individual.

Talked to my mentor in Seattle. Great guy, but that goes without saying.

ginger called. Went out for coffee. Discussed the Meaning of Life.

24 History assignments due tommorrow. two pots of coffee ready to go. This should prove to be an interesting night

Why is linus convulsing from cardiac arrhythmia, Charlie Brown?

2002-05-29T04:25:30Z

yet another mundane day. eh, you cant win em all...

My predicament:
I'm raising money in order to erect a billboard in order to inform a certain friend of ours that she is not fat(unfortunately, my previous plan to engrave it in stone for all posterity to remember kinda went under)

Chip in.

sputnik941 @ 2002-05-26T21:17:00

2002-05-27T04:11:09Z

Saturday defined the word 'bittersweet'(which may or may not be an actual word)

Donny and I did some real bonding over a sixpack of coors. After walking around the UC med campus debating the merit of our respective philosophies, we went up to the giant hill 14th and 15th avenue(only in america!)

Anywho, for one reason or another, I cut my hand along the joint in such a fashion that everytime I open my hand, I open the cut(I think I was trying to open something with my knife...) Fortunately, due to the recent advances in medical science, a combination of bandaids and beer can cure almost anything.

I spent today buying clothes. I would rather undergo visectomy via Weed Whacker than ever have to shop again. I did get a new shirt though. And, at the risk of flattering myself, I look smashing(yeah, thats right, I said 'smashing')

sputnik941 @ 2002-05-25T11:46:00

2002-05-25T18:40:14Z

Nothing brings more joy to me than seeing a fellow CSBian, which is exactly what I did last night. After taking a few random people for beer after school, we decided to call matt s. and meet up with him for the purpose of partaking in the drinking of more beer, which we did. After leaving everybody else to their own devices, Ludi Matt and I finished off another beer, and partook in the usage of Ludi's pipe.

I was in a state of utter confusion, and in this confused state, I decided it would be a good idea to see a movie... Unfortunately, the only thing playing was the scorpion king...

The Scorpion King was hands down the dumbest fucking movie I have ever sat through. Then again, that should come as no surprise to anyone.

I was also given the opportunity to hear 'You've Got To Hide Your Love Away' by the Beatles, as played by a drunk man on a recorder.

Come in Number 51, Your Time Is Up...

2002-05-24T04:07:56Z

Fact of Life: next to being burried alive, there is nothing worse than standing in the same place, in the same church, wearing the same suit, listening to the same thing for two hours and ten minutes. My day was taken up by doing just that. Of course, I was sporting a Quinten Terrentino-esque suit, so at least I felt cool. Catholics...

In other news of the world, I'm convinced I found my equivalent of Ms. Roberts. She is a french teacher in her early thirties who goes by the name of Marie Bernard. I think it is more than safe to say the she is the only(yeah, its in bold for a reason) decent human being with two brain cells to rub togehter left at that institution. This is going to be indescribably helpful in surviving next year...

Scrappy Doo has no place Scooby-Doo's Show.

sputnik941 @ 2002-05-20T14:02:00

2002-05-20T20:55:59Z

Its official, there is absolutely no way you can possibly go to a catholic highschool and seperate yourself from all the crazy tangled drama that people make up to pass the days at the same time.

Just when I thought I had properly distanced myself from the whole group whose sole purpose in life it is to reenact such movies as 'Pretty Woman' they catch up to me and it all starts again.

Of course, the proper response to 'oh well, jenny said.... and alex said... and then christian said' would be 'fuck you. leave me alone.' However, it is quite obvious that a response like that would have immeasurable reprecussions. For starters, I would have a high price on my head, which is not a welcome thought.

sputnik941 @ 2002-05-19T22:11:00

2002-05-20T05:04:44Z

Despite the fact that my six pack plans went under, and I never got to stare at the sky and remenisce about days gone by, my day has gotten progressivly better.

firstly, I got signs of life from dan.
secondly. I spent all day writing, watching TV and doing seemingly pointless things.
thirdly, I just watched the x-files for the first time in a year or two. good finale for a generally good series.

the hippie music helped tremendously too.