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[29 Jan 2007|05:40am] |
i guess ill write in this thing since i havent in months.
everythings solid i suppose. i am well respected at my job. ive got amazing friends, although most of them are on tour/stuck inside a vagina. but thats cool. we cant all have girlfriends. i think i might move to chicago. the band i was going on tour with is probably not a band anymore...and they have been one of my favorites for about 3 years. i dont really sleep very much anymore. im about to quit drinking and partying for a while. my apartments pretty cool, and the hooker upstairs is cooler. camel lights have been saving my life. i want the old group back. and not old group as in like....the people i used to get trashed with every weekend. but i mean like the ooooold group. like hanging out in henry county, never drinking, playing basketball at the elementary school, taco bell all the time group.
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[05 Oct 2006|04:19pm] |
so i got a second job.
ill start everyday, monday through friday at about 9am, at crestwood station ripping out drywall and whatnot til about 3. then ill go to outback and work until about 11-midnightish. and then in the spring i start jcc. where i get to squeeze ina few classes inbetween...shit yeah.
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[05 Oct 2006|03:46pm] |
ive been playing a lot of "how drunk can i get tonight".
and ive been winning.
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[14 Sep 2006|06:39am] |
I worked an OB event in henry county today like 2 miles from stahls house. First time I've been there since february.
It was wierd.
I set up the grill...then me and marty went and bought beer and hung out. I didn't drink that much. He did. It was awesome. And I got paid overtime to do it.
I train on saute tomorrow....ill get paid bank, but its like the hardest job.
I hate bars, I'm horrible with money. I need a second job.
My apartment is extremely lonely.
I like milk. And stella. And golden girls.
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[09 Sep 2006|04:01pm] |
Sk3...yeah. I got it. Still don't know how to use the mp3 player and stuff, but ill figure it out.
My life has kinda gone to shit. I run a lot more, so I need to switch to hard alcohol to keep the calories off. I need to stop hurting the people I love. I'm so over cheeseburgers. I'm going to use the last of my money til I get my check to buy some jack and go into a coma.
I got clipped by a car today. Peace out world
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[06 Sep 2006|03:19pm] |
all of my hair is gone.
nobody recognizes me, even at work.
i am getting a free sidekick 3 within the next couple days so ill kinda be back on the net.
i was getting pissed at the scheduling at work, but its ok, because it actually works out in my favor. aka, im so over cold-side now.
ive beat all 3 of the most recent gta's atleast 4 times apiece now.
i have become a running machine. i do it daily. i am only going to eat red meat once a week for the next month if i can.
hopefully there will be music soon.
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[02 Sep 2006|05:37pm] |
im at my parents house. my mom is making hershey cake.
work is cool and shit and whatnot you know. the scheduling is wierd. its like...hey, heres 4 fry shifts in a row (thats good) and then bam...2 bloom shifts (thats bad). i havent worked bloom in like a month. it sucks, because you have to clean out all the fryers everynight. its gross.
i remembered now why i moved out.
im going to go take a shower and leave.
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[18 Aug 2006|03:27pm] |
ok, i think internet is coming to my apartment soon.
work is going good, i work a lot. i hate work. work hates me. end of story.
davids back in town. we like beer.
other than that life pretty much is the same old shit.
actually life is getting really wierd
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[12 Aug 2006|05:25pm] |
i live at my apartment now.
still not fully furnished.
but getting there.
come visit.
bring beer.
or something else cool.
4th and st. catherine.
no internet for a while until i get cable.
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[08 Aug 2006|03:23am] |
due to lack of friends, i have to talk on here.
a fake myspace was made in my honor. i never touched it, saw it once, little laugh at the layout, but then properly declined any participation or the continued existence of it.
and basically...its just taken more away from me.
i feel 15 years older than i am. i think im like...the side guy. im that guy thats cool to be around when it works out in your favor. like when you need a sidekick, or somebody to pick you up, or do work for you. thats me. you call me. you know i wont let you down. im not really important in any circles, activities or groups. im that guy thats good at a little bit of everything, but not good or smart enough to make that magic happen.
i basically blow everything i ever do. and 95% of the time, its something that im not fully in control of.
so in 4 hours, i move into my apartment on 4th street, basically to sit there alone and drink beer.
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[07 Aug 2006|12:07am] |
so i didnt even do anything wrong and i get the
"im just not happy, i need to think"
aka you've been trying really hard but i feel the need to fuck you in the ass for your solid effort.
easy night at outback, like the easiest ive ever had.
the take-a-way people hate me because i dont give them the condiments until im ready.
im moving into my apartment at 4th and kentucky tomorrow, super stoked. but i wont have a big tv for like a week because its getting repaired. so ill have a smaller one until then.
i love the police...the band...not the law enforcement.
and speaking of which after i get all moved in...and get to know what my neighbors are like...i plan on filling this small keg i have, and getting drunk and if you want to come, you can.
later.
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[03 Aug 2006|10:51am] |
dipperflunkle34: i love the fact that you drink like its youer job now
dipperflunkle34: i mean, its not your job, its your responsiblity as a 21 year old
coolxnathan: hey man...the way i see it...
coolxnathan: millions of americans have fought and died for this country to be free and enjoy the rights and privileges we have....so some people might call me getting drunk everynight even when im alone alcoholism...i call it being a damn good american
dipperflunkle34: hahaha i agree with that statement more than any other politcal statement i've heard for years
dipperflunkle34: fuck yeah
dipperflunkle34: and im proud to be an american....
coolxnathan: hahahaha
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[02 Aug 2006|02:11pm] |
i dont really get why we dont cut more things with pizza cutters. i made pizza last night, and it was so easy to slice through, and i started thinking, why dont we just start making really sharp ass pizza cutters a normal thing in the kitchen. i mean, no, it cant cut through a loin of prime rib probably...but when it comes to mass cutting of like veggies and other things such as that, its the perfect tool.
why isnt it called a 'rolling knife' instead of only being referred to as a 'PIZZA cutter'....you know the nazi's classified stuff like that...but the pizza cutters were the jews.
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[29 Jul 2006|01:37am] |
so im 21 now.
i went out to the bars, didnt really like it. its like...lets spend way too much money on beer with a bunch of people we dont know, and dont care to know, and then at 4 when the buzz is really going...take all the beer away and kick everybody out. ummm...no. i had fun. im not going to lie, i love my friends. im not saying ill never go again. i can get along with anybody, of any type...as long as youre cool, we're cool. but lets just say i was all alone in that bar and leave it at that. but,my friends are great, thank you guys.
in other news. im looking at apartments, amanda just sent me one that i love, so im going to check that shit out sunday.
im gently breaking into this 21 thing with my parents. me and my mom, brother, sister in law and niece went out and had dinner and i had a beer and a shot or two with my brother. great times. ma was cool with that. but i dont know about the beer in the house situation. my mom will be cool with it, my dad....might be. i dont know. i have a 6 pack of blue moon by me....im in my basement...i want my beer to stay cold. fuck...we might as well give 'er a try.
hopefully in the beginning of next week, a new band will be semi formed. david, me and i think chris little are starting up something. dont know how it will go or if it will last. but i need it.
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[15 Jul 2006|02:55am] |
so i really need a band.
yeah. im in a band, but they live 3 hours away, and thats a biiiitch.
and everybody i know is either in a band/joining a band/sucks/lives too far away.
and im sick of the "dude, join my band, we sound like...." or "man, ive got these IDEAS..." or "hey, im 17 and i live in louisville and ive got a good guitar, so we should start a band..." or "hey, werent you in east146, fuck yeah...(5 minute rant about my old band and how we should jam)"
im playing guitar. find me a drummer, bass player and singer...stat.
oh yeah...who dont suck
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[05 Jul 2006|04:36pm] |
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i remember my junior year of high school. me, afton and matt went to see eighteen visions at tek world with atreyu, lamb of god and chimaira. we show up, and wait in line to get our hands stamped by some fucking mean asains. i think i can easily say that was the night i wanted to be in a band. my first concert was metallica, and that made me want to play music. but it was seeing eighteen visions put on a show that realllly made me excited about being a band. after they played, me and matt talked to james hart for a little while, i bought a zip up for like....$40 or some shit like that....lamb of god came on, then we left. and since then all i wanted to do was be james hart. i took afton home, and matt was passed out in my back seat, and then when i took him home we just talked about how awesome the show was.
i was 17 then , im almost 21. ive done a lot in music, but now im pretty much back to square one. so that sucks. i miss being so excited about music, but now i know how shady the whole business is and it sucks. i also miss how i had so many friends back then. it wasnt a big deal to be like "yo _____ lets kick it." now everybody is so caught up in their groups and sub groups that it just sucks. either that or every band has their group of friends and if you're not one of the guys in the band, youre an "other".
i blame rap music and trans-fat in fast foods.
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[23 Jun 2006|05:17pm] |
ummm....
i have basically decided that Grandmas Boy is amazing.
ive been looking at car beds on ebay, i think i can get a pretty sweet deal on one.
me and d. whitney are getting an apartment together. aka we're going to play video games, drink beer and have mega raging boners all the time.
outback fuckin sucks. but the pay is good and the people are cool.
as always, i get about 85% satisfaction, and everything looks up and then it gets shot to hell.
i think college is evil, but i might try it. in fact. i know college is evil.
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[08 Jun 2006|04:03am] |
so i guess i can bitch on my lj because nobody touches this stuff anymore anyways.
i dont like my life.
i dont like music anymore.
i dont really like people.
i deleted my myspace because its pathetic that a website dictates your life.
i dont want to work in restaraunts anymore.
i hate drinking.
i hate going to sleep, and i hate waking up.
i need to surround myself with new people.
i need new clothes.
i need to move out.
i want to get in a fight.
i hate louisville more than ever.
i think im going to stop going out altogether for a while.
i need to start getting in shape.
i need a hobby.
i have done 1,000,000 shitty things in my lifetime that i wish i wouldnt have done.
but most of the ones i hear about never even happened.
i need to start over.
i wish people would mind their own fucking business.
i fucking hate alcohol.
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[09 Apr 2006|04:05pm] |
maturity is something that went out the window a long time ago. thank god im getting the fuck out.
if standing up for your best friend is wrong here, then fuck it.
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[10 Mar 2006|12:04am] |
i hate you livejournal. i hate you more than myspace.
but due to my lack of tangible friends, im stuck with you.
so lets talk about my life. and im not going into detail. im just going to give you a bitch session of pointers. which for all the bad, theres good, but who wants to hear about the good stuff?
-living here has made me hate acoustic guitars.
-i sleep on the top bunk of a bunk bed we bought from a creepy asain.
-i have pretty much no privacy.
-i work at Guitar Center where i will make no money or a shitload because its commission based.
-the only actual good friends i have met that i didnt know before i moved here are two girls, becky and nina because they just moved here too.
-i combat all negative emotion with alcohol...aka i drink everynight.
-i love beer. i really, really, really love it. budlight can suck me off, im all about the stella artois
-i have no money because everything up here is expensive.
-i hate all of my clothes and how i dress. i've been saying that for a while, but i really, really do.
-the girls that live above us are awesome, but they sound like they are wearing high heels and moving furniture all day.
-my brain is fried due to video games.
-living in this apartment has made me hate singing.
-ive lost 8 pounds.
-i started working out a whole lot before i left, now i find it easier to just puke it back up for basically the same results.
-only about 3 of my good friends from home actually tell me they miss me, so i've lost that "i just want to come home for my friends" feeling.
-everytime we have people over, it turns into some "lets whip out the acoustics and have a sing a long"
-we always have food, but not anything good.
-i sleep 3 or 4 hours, wake up, and lay in bed for like 2 or 3 due to lack of motivation.
-i got my hair fucked up by some hatian lady.
-and a person that will remain nameless has made me want to come back now and never come back all at the same time. and i suspect the worst all the time.
but, the best thing thats happened to me is ive discovered rockys pizza, which is right across the street, and the little indian dude sells us beer. so i have the option of pizza and a beer every meal.
kudos.
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