Wednesday, August 27, 2003

hate is such a strong word, and today i'm going to use it to it's maximum capability when i say...

I hate my new neighbors! They are the worst possible neighbors you could have: frat boys! S.U.V. driving, easy major having, tasteless, numb to the world, no style having, Dave Matthews loving, loud, obnoxious, spoilt, cum gargling fratties. Oh, and did I mention loud? They don't go to class. They just stay home all day and make lots of noise. If you're reading this (not likely considering you can't read and only use a computer for porn), I have a message for you since you don't answer the door when I come over to complain: Turn the volume down! I like music, but being forced to listen to your eclectic mix of jam bands, butt rock, and bootie music 24/7 makes me want to retch. At least turn down the bass, especially when you play your video games. It's really annoying to be sitting quietly at home and all of the sudden the pictures on the wall start vibrating from the nuclear holocaust going on next door. Speaking of nuclear holocaust, what are you planning on doing with that giant piece of military machinary that you've been driving to school everyday? You're buddy George's war on terrorism isn't literally being fought on the streets of America. Learn how to park your tank or get a car that you can fit into a parking spot. I almost couldn't get out of my garage this morning. And when I yell "shut the fuck up" through the wall, get a clue. I'm serious. It's absurd that things have already come the point of yelling through the wall within one week of you living here. Ok. Phew! (steam rises off head)

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

the story of my bed...

My bed broke the other day. No, there isn't a cool story behind that. It just broke one day. It's done it before, and I fixed it. Now the wood is in too bad of a condition to repair. I think it's time to retire the bed. I started thinking about this the other day: This bed is so old that I think my parent's slept on it. No, I'm serious. This is literally the bed my parents use to sleep in. Do you get what I'm trying to say here? If my hypothesis is correct...um, yea...I was conceived in the very bed I've been sleeping in. I'm not sure what to think about that. So all that aside, I'm going to build myself a new bed. It's going to be a simple platform bed made out of recycled retail store shelves. Eric brought home a new table saw today. That will help. I'm not sure when I'll actually get started on this project. Until then, I'm sleeping on a mattress and box springs in the floor (which is actually kind of a nice change). Eventually, I'd like to build all of my furniture. I need more tools. I need more money to get more tools. I need a decent job to get more money to get more tools. It's just like what Trey Parker and Matt Stone say: "First we get the jobs, then we get the khakis, and then we get the girls."

Monday, August 25, 2003

turning a weekend into something useful...

I'm feeling much better than I have been lately. I'm not sure if it's because my body is getting use to working so hard everyday, or if it's actually because I got some time to relax this weekend. Maybe it's the combination of the two. Either way, I'm good right now. I did get some time away from working on the house to kick back a little this weekend. I saw the Aqueduct show at JR's Friday night. It was great as usual. It looked like they made some new fans, considering the fact that there were a ton of new faces (most likely because school started today). I think the kids most definitely want to "rock with the Aqueduct" if I may paraphrase David Terry. It was good to see my friend Lori back in the states. It was also good to see my friend Eric so thoroughly drunk before the show even started. Overall, I'd call Friday night a pretty good time. It caused me to sleep a little late on Saturday, but that's ok. I didn't have any help coming in on the house that day, so I just took the day off. I watched The Godfather and just generally avoided any type of labor. Sunday was supposed to be a day of work for me this weekend, but so many people were stopping by the house to talk that we never got much work done. I went to the drive-in and watched League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and 28 Days Later. L.E.G. wasn't my type of movie in any way, shape, or form. 28 Days Later knocked my socks off! It's a very intense horror type movie with an excellent story (which goes against the rules of the normal horror movie, but whatever works). So there you have it. You just read about my weekend, whether you wanted to or not. I hope all of you who started school today had a good day...nobody got there lunch money stolen...name's written on the board (with check marks)...made to sit in the corner (or hold up the wall, depending on what region of the country you're from)...lots of homework...$50 parking tickets...etc, etc. I'm so glad I'm finished.

Wednesday, August 20, 2003

work's work, i guess...

I may be working at Pier One for awhile. I wish I could magically find a decent local job in my field, but it's just not going to happen anytime soon. I need some sort of paycheck, so this is it. Bad thing: My roommate will be one of my bosses. Good thing: My roommate will be one of my bosses.

In case you're keeping up with what's going on with the house I'm working on, I put some photos of it on my website. It's not finished yet. I don't know when it will be finished either. It's looking pretty darn cool though.

Tuesday, August 19, 2003

welcome to the most exciting blog in the world...

Something happened today, so I wrote about it in my blog. It's only interesting to me, so nobody commented on it. Here's some of what I wrote: "Something happened today..." Here's a link to it: What I did today.

Thursday, August 14, 2003

days go by...

My body is just about to give up. I'm so tired from working everyday on this house. My knees are weak, my back is sore, and I've got cuts and bruises all over me. It's all worth it in the end (I hope). Even though I constantly complain about how tired I am, I love what I'm doing right now. I just wish I could get paid for it.

Man, I need to find a real job soon. I need to get a haircut. I need to get some new clothes. I need a new car. I need a house. I need to take my dog from my mom. I need to visit family. I need a vacation. I can't afford any of this, some because of money, some because of time. I'll have to start paying back student loans soon. I certainly can't afford that in my current financial situation. Does anybody know of any place hiring someone with an architecture degree, lots of computer experience, a couple of years of fine cuisine cooking experience, a great work ethic, and a wonderful personality? (ok, so that last one went a bit too far)

Sunday, August 10, 2003

i do whatever the television in my head tells me to...

I haven't had much to say lately. I'm still working on the house 7 days a week and 10 to 12 hours a day, so I'm too tired to type anything by the time I get home. I can tell you this though: Old Navy has given me cargo fever, ladies and gentlemen. I saw the commercial about five minutes ago and now I just have to go get myself a pair or three. All that singing and dancing around in medium quality clothing and with medium prices has given me the fever. That's the cargo fever, buddy. It's contagious. Go get you some! Peace, Love, and Cargo Pants. Only at Old Navy.

Wednesday, August 06, 2003

progress...it's what's happening...

So over the last couple of days we've gotten pretty darn far on the design/build house. If you don't know what I'm talking about read this article that was in the newspaper this morning. I got interviewed by a guy from the Fayetteville Morning News. The article is actually pretty good. He got some facts wrong (the roof ISN'T a butterfly-style), but other than that it was well written. There were two other spots in other papers today as well. I linked this one because I'm in it! Anyway, the house is starting to take form. It's still covered in house wrap right now and you can't even see where the windows are, but you can see the overall form of the building. Today we mudded the interior walls, raised the lowered part of the hinged roof, and poured piers for the front and back decks. Tomorrow we install our metal roof and hopefully get started putting hardy board on the exterior. It feels good to be doing all this work outside. I'm trying to work on exterior stuff as much as possible right now, even though it's hotter than hell. I hear tomorrow is going to be even hotter! I guess that's just what happens when you build a house in August.

Monday, August 04, 2003

ah, bloody jeezus h. christ on a stick...

Dammit. This was the longest f-ing day I've experienced in a long time. I didn't get much sleep last night, so that didn't start it off too well. I didn't get the job I wanted. No big shock there. Drove to Anderson, MO way too early in the morning for no good reason apparently. I was supposed to be following the design/build house module and filming it going down the highway from there to Fayetteville, but they took too long (waiting for a check to clear at the bank, wha?) and we just decided to come back so that I could go to my job interview which amounted to squat. I didn't have much time to eat today, so I got a little sick. I also managed to get a nice little headache that has lasted me the entire day. And so on, and so forth...

New topic...Snooker!

I was fortunate enough to finish up the day with a few games of snooker with the great Dr. David Freddrick and family. Dr. Freddrick was my humanities professor when I was in Rome and a super swell guy to boot. He shares my passion for midgets (not that kind of passion, although I know someone who might have that kind), has a great family, and on top of it all he has a snooker table which takes up the majority of his living room. He was pleased to have a rookie player like me there so he could teach me everything he knows about snooker. Also, he was just tired of my roommate, Eric, kicking his ass. We played a few games, drank a few beers, and had some...well...interesting conversations about things like midgets and gender bending issues. These types of conversations tend to happen when Dave is present. You know he's having a good time when most of the people's faces around him have turned bright red from embarrassment. Oh, well...good times.

Saturday, August 02, 2003

phobias i might have...

Acarophobia- Fear of itching or of the insects that cause itching.
Acrophobia- Fear of heights.
Clinophobia- Fear of going to bed.
Cypridophobia or Cypriphobia or Cyprianophobia or Cyprinophobia - Fear of prostitutes or venereal disease.
Decidophobia- Fear of making decisions.
Ecclesiophobia- Fear of church.
Emetophobia- Fear of vomiting.
Francophobia- Fear of France or French culture.
Gamophobia- Fear of marriage.
Gerontophobia- Fear of old people or of growing old.
Heliophobia- Fear of the sun.
Hemophobia or Hemaphobia or Hematophobia- Fear of blood.
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words. (oh, that's mean)
Homilophobia- Fear of sermons.
Hypengyophobia or Hypegiaphobia- Fear of responsibility.
Ouranophobia or Uranophobia- Fear of heaven.
Phobatrivaphobia- Fear of trivia about phobias.
Phobophobia- Fear of phobias.
Soteriophobia - Fear of dependence on others.
Staurophobia- Fear of crosses or the crucifix.
Theatrophobia- Fear of theatres.
Thermophobia- Fear of heat.

Friday, August 01, 2003

if you are looking for anything important do not read the following...

School is about to start again and this town is about to get flooded with people who have no idea what they're doing. The week before school starts is an unsafe week for driving on the streets of Fayetteville. This is among other changes that take place. You'll read a few more venting sessions about this topic soon enough, so get ready. I'm serious though. The freshmen and their parents go all over town spreading ignorance, and it's contagious. "Being new and not knowing" isn't an excuse to endanger someone else's life with your vehicle, so please just pretend you know what you're doing. Don't squash me with the new Blowwer B2 s.u.v. that you just bought your 17 year old, 5'2", 95 lbs daughter for her high school graduation. Seriously...you frighten me with your suburban, macho, ultravirile whiteness. I admit it. Now go get a good education, kids. Don't forget to buckle up and drive safe (mostly just drive safe).