fuck naysayers 'cause they don't mean a thing

Dudes, the last time I used this was August '07.

o_O

I'm sorry for forgetting about all you chaps.

HOW IS EVERYONE? YOU ALL STILL ALIVE? I SURE HOPE I DIDN'T MISS ANY ... DEATHS.

Um, I'll try to stop by again?

Well it's about time for my monthly post!

I'm updating via iPhone from work because there's no one in the store right now and it's really boring. win for technology, though. I just made dinner reservations and read a smut fic on LJ, all while listen to music and texting Alex. Win for technology all around.

Guy came in today looking for porn, because he thought we were an adult video store. now my manager wants us to change the signs out front so our store looks less shady. I said it didn't look shady and he told me that *I* looked shady. So I didn't know how to further my argument.

APPaRENTLY THERE'S, capslocking too fcking hard, a fight is apparently going on and our cut out darth vader is about to get snapped in half.

okay, cool, safari kept my post open. It was a pretend fight, or like a duel, or something, between Matt and fucking Arnold. Vader is fine, though. Manager angry because no one is working (I'm on internet, other dudes are BATTLING), so now we have to reorganize new releases and see about un-shadifying our storefront. bye guys.

I lurk at super_supper. The past week, all my dinners have been stuff from that community. I like looking at people's dinners. And their rooms (there's those bedroom comms that I can never remember). There needs to be a peek-in-people's-closet comm. (Outofthecloset!) Basically I'm just NOSY, I guess!

There's all this company over today. They're going to be staying until Monday, or they think they are. We'll see about THAT. But seriously, there are all these people around and I can't even walk through my own house because I came into the computer room before showering and I still haven't showered and I'm in my undies and there are PEOPLE in my HOUSE. And it's a no-win situation. If I creep really slowly, it'll take forever to get from the comp. room to the bathroom and if they turn around and see me slinking down the hall, it'll be all awkward. Then if I go at it at a run, I'll be doubly more noticeable and they'll be like "Wtf is that thing running through the house in his underwear?"

If I walk casually, I have a shot, but for some reason whenever I think of this option I imaginine myself strutting down the hallway smiling and doing little finger gun points at everyone. I don't know why.

There needs to be a ... pop-up shower. I don't know. You could unfold it wherever you are and get clean and presentable quickly and then come out into public all smelling good. It'd be a difficult invention though, requiring the harnessing of the magically appearing water sources and all. Plus you might not have towels and then you're just wet.

Oh hell no with the trivial pursuit. Wtf is it with company and everyone deciding to play a viciously unfair, difficult board game. They divide into teams, get angry with each other, and then no one ends up winning because the game drags on and on until everyone is too drunk to answer a single question. Now that I write this though, the whole idea seems kind of ... appealing. I'm thinking of heading out and just... casually saying I have to pop into the shower. YES THAT'S RIGHT, I SIGNED ON LIVEJOURNAL TO WORK OUT A PLAN FOR LEAVING MY ROOM AND SHOWERING. WHAT OF IT?

Okay, I'm going out. Wish me luck. I don't want to eat their pasta casserole. Just ... saying. Company is too HARD. And then when they leave I'll feel guilty because I'll reluctantly realize my life was brighter having them around. Someone just shouted something about "Maggie having that done to her front" and someone responded "What, deviled eggs?" AWRJYRGYEW "Why would I be talking about deviled eggs?" "Well I'm eatin' them." "I don't just talk about what you're eating." SOME OTHER DUDE: "Wait, don't eat all those, I was contemplating eating the one on the far left." Whaaaaat? This, my friends, is my cue to throw myself amongst these people and take their deviled eggs.

I know I barely frequent LJ anymore. (OKAY I'M BETA-TESTING HORIZON V2 RIGHT NOW AND THE UPDATE BOX IS A WEIRD FONT THAT I HATE SO LOSE TO THE BETA TEST, THANKS.) I poke around commenting a little bit, but I never have anything to post about anymore. Real life is all ... normal and boring and I feel like - hold on, my music just started moaning. Okay, we're all good.Basically though, everything is all normal and boring and routiney and there's never anything to say. THIS FONT IS REALLY BOTHERING ME. But I don't want to stop the writing and go change site schemes.

Anyway, bleh to work today. I came on to rant about this DUDE because it's like 8 hours later and he was still pissing me off. It's not like he did anything that bad. He just got really pissed off at me and my coworkers because HE didn't know what he was talking about! He came in with the basic plot of this movie in mind and was trying to get us to remember what it was. He kept saying "You guys work in a movie store, you tell me!" JUST BECAUSE WE WORK HERE DOESN'T MEAN WE KNOW THE PLOT OF EVERY MOVIE EVER. He got all snippy with us! I'm sorry if this experience is frustrating for you, sir, but I don't know what the fuck movie you're talking about any more than you do. He was like "It was an action movie, sort of, but there was some romance in it in some parts but I don't know. I was watching it last night on TV. I think the guy from Love Train was in it." (FYI: I went on IMDB after he left when I got break. NO SUCH MOVIE. Song, but no movie.) So then Brenden, coworker, had the thought to go get the TV guide and check what channel the guy was watching, but apparently he fell asleep while flipping and nothing sounded familiar. Finally we grabbed like 10 actiony romance movies that were on during the time he fell asleep and let him choose from them. AND AS HE WAS WALKING OUT HE WAS LIKE "Well, if none of these work for me, I hope you'll have a little more luck when I come back." Um, KAY. What he said wasn't so bad, but he talked so condescendingly. It's not beneath you to come into a movie store, dude. And it's not totally out of question for us to be a little "WTF" when you come in with no idea what movie you want but somehow think we'll know.

Also, we have to play Pirates of the Caribbean this week for whatever reason (promotional NONSENSE) and I want. to fucking. die. I keep saying we need a ROTATION.

So okay, done ranting then. I'm really cold, you guys. Someone decided to turn on the freezing machine or something. I don't know what that is. The hair on my arms is all On Alert and my toesies are ice.

Also I might be getting an apartment in July. But I sort of want to wait until August. August seems like a good month, but Alex keeps reminding me that I have no reason for this reasoning. Whatever. My apartment will never be too cold. (In August I'm sure I'll post with "MY APARTMENT IS TOO FUCKING COLD. EVERYONE LIES." and you'll all be like "REMEMBER WHEN: *LINK*, LOL" except you probably won't. I'll be thinking it. Or I'll do the linking myself as a reminder. SEE I'M TYPING TO kEEP MY FINGERTIPS WARM AND IT'S LIKE NONSENSE SPEWING FORTH.)

Brian is having a drawing stage, btw. I just remembered because there's a green circle (a "rabbit") on my Kleenex box. He's drawing on EVERYTHING and no one can stop him. I went into my mom's room the other day and there were big blue crayon X's on all the lamp bases and sides of the dressers and shelves and things. At first I thought it was like gonna be this *code* or some crazy Pirate map on crack, but then I found him and he was eating the paper wrapper of the crayon. ISN'T HE TOO OLD FOR THIS?

My dad to my mom was like "How old is Brian? 11?" and my mom was like ".... Four." My dad was all "LOL DAMN!" It was a weird exchange.

Okay, all this freezing is making me have to pee and the font thing isn't really getting to me because I made the whole page bigger but now the biggness of the rest of the page is getting to me and its all like "BACK AWAY" and so yeah, I'm going to get to bed and see about cleaning off these scribbles on my kleenex because just as I've written this sentence I pulled one out of the box and it was drawn on with marker and FUCK, I can't blow my nose on this now. So okay. See you guys later.

I've been working at a video store for a month or two now, but damn it, they keep making me close on Tuesdays and Thursdays. No Idol, no Office. What is that?

Watching Oprah on Larry King. Anderson Cooper and Ryan Seacrest are hosting a 50 Years of Pop Culture Larry King thing tomorrow, but of course I'm not going to be able to SEE it. I hope it pops up online somewhere.

I don't mean to post just about television.

So I'm going to switch to clothes. LOL.

Here's my wishlist for the moment:
- You have the right to remain positive shirt
- Assassins shirt
- Playtree shirt
- Cool Polo
- The Cake Hoodie

All right well, it's 3:40 and I need to go to bed to function tomorrow. See yas.

!!!

Hey y'all.

I'm going to try and come.. you know ... back. I haven't updated for months, and even the last few times I've done so have been pathetic little attempts. I dunno, it's not that anything particularly BIG has been going on, I just haven't has as much down-time as normal and the stuff that I do I don't generally spend online. But now I'm sort of going to have an opportunity a couple times a week to grace you all with my presence, so I might be around more.

Here's a way to kick off my return to LJ, lol. A meme.

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool... and alot of the songs fit with the setting
( I forgot how fun these were to do ) I hate how Rich Text always kills the LJ-cuts.

I totally fail at 'phone'.

SIMON CAN KISS MY ASS, I DO NOT LOOK LIKE A MONKEY.

Yeah okay, just about the greatest sentence ever. How I love me some AI Auditions.

Thanks to the Grease: You're the One That I Want auditions, I'm going to have Hopelessly Devoted to You stuck in my head forever. Can they CHOOSE something else to sing?

Dreamt I was in House. I was sitting at the conference table w/ Cameron, Chase and Foreman, and we were all discussing the jacket House was wearing. Apparently his jacket was the key to the whole patient case. Chase kept saying in a dramatic voice "If he removes the jacket, our patient will die."

( Dream Journal Entry #002. If House takes off his jacket, people will DIE. (And do!) )

I shouldn't be up at 2 am the day before I go back to school. I know this people, I know this. But, I don't know, I have doritos and freedom and my floor is kind of soggy and so I must stay up and investigate why.

I think my bathroom is leaking. Well, like the toilet or the bathtub or some pipe in the bathroom. But ... no, that would make the bathroom wet, and the bathroom seems pretty dry. I'm sure this floor is squishy though.

( its january, but here's a christimas earnings list )

Have you House fans seen the videos up at hughlarie.net yet? PELVIC THRUSTS FTW. I know, that's all I took from the clips. I'd be ashamed, but someone else made animations of it, so I'm pretty okay with the balance we as a fandom have struck.

I don't know what else has been going on. OH CRAP TODAY I GOT SNAKES ON A PLANE AND EVERYTHING WAS HAPPY AND SUNSHINE AND POISONOUS ROSES THAT SLITHER UP YOUR DRESS AND BITE YOU RIGHT IN THE EYEBALL. Snakes on a Plane seriously has everything. Humor, sex, violence, gore, snakes, Samuel L Jackson, "GET OFF MY DICK", a man being swallowed by a 4,000 lb boa constrictor, TITILATING AND SUSPENSEFUL ACTION SEQUENCES, TAZORING AND WHIPPING OF SNAKES, awesome music even. Why is it so cooooooooooool?

Okay, we've hit the 3am mark. I'm going to fart around LJ for a little longer and then consider going to BED. G'night!

I have to keep a dream journal over the next month for a class. I just woke up so here it goes:

( Dream Journal entry #001 )

New Years Eve was crazy on my block. My dad's a fireworks-nut anyway (fireworks-related holidays are terrifyingly dangerous around here), but three other houses worth of neighbors decided to all come together with us in the middle of the street to do some damage. The road is still charred black. WE ALMOST SET THE FUCKING TREE ON FIRE. No one thought to have buckets of water or anything either. No wait, that's not true. Mr. Dave had a water bottle. All that testosterone and nothing caught aflame so I guess we're good.

In the year 2007 I resolve to: Molest more hamsters. Get your resolution here.

Um...

I refreshed and got:

In the year 2007 I resolve to: Be nice. Get your resolution here.

I DON'T THINK I CAN DO BOTH AT ONCE AND REMAIN A GOOD HUMAN BEING.

And I am not wondering how one would even start molesting a hamster and his tiny orifices. That is just not happening.

BRING ON TOMORROW, I AM READY. Everything is all wrapped, and they're actual PRESENTS, not just "here, I just bought this .. you want it?" I put (minimal) thought and (some) care into purchasing these items, and then a whole lot of tape and glittery ribbon later and we have ourselves a pile of presents!

I got my dad two presents more than my mom and I know that's going to come back to bite me in the ass. Petty grudges, man. It'll be jokingly, but then at dinner I'll get a suspiciously tiny piece of ham.

I know I don't update nearly as much as I used to - real life happening and crap like that, but I just wanted to tell you on today that I think about you all a lot and wish you a very merry Christmas and a happy, prosperous new year.

The First Lady had some skin cancer removed and everyone is FREAKING OUT.

It's gotta be a slow news day.

I can't for the life of me fathom that it's already December 2nd. How does time even DO that? This whole fall/winter is going by really fast.

The idea of Christmas shopping would be exciting me, but my mother decided to "try something new" and have us make our presents this year. There was just...it was CHAOS.

Me: BUT
Mom: Hey now NO. No complaining. It'll be fun and creative and-
Me: YOU CAN MAKE ME A WII!
Dad: YOU CAN'T MAKE POWER TOOLS EITHER.
Mom: You don't need a Wii. And YOU don't need anything with a drill thing.
Dad: It's not called-
Mom: What's it called?
Dad is quiet, because hell if he knows.
Dad: I think this is a ... it's a good idea.
Me: What's Brian going to make us?
Brian: Draw a PIT-TURE!
Mom: Yes!!
My Dad and I: *SLUMP IN SEATS*

So, my dad and I were conspiring (is that the word I want?) against her. It's not that we're against gift giving in general, and it's not that we're so materialistic we NEED real things. Well it's sort of that. But it's ALSO the fact that we can't make anything.

Me to my mom: So I was thinking of making you a clay..thing.
Mom: That sounds nice!
Me: I don't have a kiln, and I can't make one, so it'll be like, air-dry crap.
Mom: Anything you make I'll love.
Me: See though, you're kind of putting me and Dad out, though.
Mom: You guys are such--
Me: NO IT'S NOT ABOUT US! We had a whole plan for your gift, but we can't make diamonds. We could try. I could fashion them out of clay...
Mom: You weren't going to give me diamonds.
I whipped out the diamond booklet that Alex got me and crumpled up so it'd look like we had it for a month, planning the gift. HE IS SO AWESOME HE EVEN CIRCLED THINGS AND DOG-EARED PAGES SO IT LOOKED LIKE WE TRIED.
My mom got all thinky after that.

She hasn't called off the made-by-your-lonesome presents YET, but my dad is going to try to build her something tomorrow, and once she sees him trying to build her another bookshelf she has NO USE FOR, it'll be a done deal.

As a thing: I'm all for making presents. But as like, an ALSO, not an ONLY. I like going out to stores and getting things for people that they'll like and use, and then wrapping them (SOMETIMES I LIKE WRAPPING, OTHERTIMES I GET MEAN) and you know, just giving people stuff. If I MAKE something, no one's happy. It'd be like, a coat hanger with a sock. Or. Yeah.

Lucy and Darius rock my socks off. ( other spoilers? )

This part isn't spoilery, so I'm putting it outside the cut. I just wanted to say that I really like Studio 60. Heroes, too. Fucking HELL Heroes is a near-perfect program. Each week it's like the next installment in this huge movie. I love every aspect of it. From the characters to the story to the way it's lit to how they show the fucking episode/chapter title in the beginning. It's all SO awesome.

I have a kid sititng beside me wanting me to show him a computer game. I don't know what to show him. I need something flashy and that he can play. I'm thinking of going to one of those cereal websites, or Disney, and playing something like that with him. He's not going to play it, because helloooo, expensive computer, and hellloooo sticky and crazy fingers that go everywhere and hit everything. Like right now, he just threw my mouse at me. Now, if this was an actual mouse, it'd be dead right now. So wtf, kid. Yeah I gotta go. Just wanted to gush about my Monday shows. :D

Oh man, I love Thanksgiving. Family, friends, extended family that you really don't know well enough to be having some of these conversations, pies, and waaaay too many different kinds of meat (it was like a FACE OFF) all under one roof. And a little bit outside as well.

People are starting to get mean, though. Once the food is eaten away and the festivities and candles and music dies down, the gloves come off. It's a FIRE for crying out loud. There are NOT THAT MANY WAYS TO LIGHT IT. Besides, once it's lit, does it MATTER who was right??

Can't wait for Christmas. It's going to be this crowd x1000000. (Meaning, the OTHER side of the family as well.) *shivers at mere thought*