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4:29 pm - Give me Oral Sex, please.
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| Saturday, December 28th, 2002
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11:35 pm
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Yeah, I had on my mind to type here when I was out walking an hour ago, but now I feel all lazy and lethargic. It's all straightened out in my head pretty much, so no need to type it all down. Long story short, was depressed, not so much anymore, but I know I'll be depressed again, so I need to do something about it, and the only concrete solution is try to get a job that pays enough and/or has medical insurance so I can get back on anti-depressants. Not that they helped much the first time.
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| Wednesday, December 18th, 2002
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7:25 pm
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Ack. I couldn't remember what I wanted to update with. But now I do.
Last Friday I worked this dealie with my friend Matt Orlando. By dealie I mean Pop Warner Football Championship. And by worked, I mean sat at a desk out in a tent all day selling videos.
It started out looking pretty bleak. At 7 am we showed up at Disney's Wide World of Sports, in the midst of your classic case of Shit Weather. It was raining off and on, winds a-blowin', clouds a-cloudin'. I didn't bring any sort of jacket, but luckily Matt gave me his hooded sweatshirt. I still got pretty well drenched.
The first thing we had to do was set up cameras to tape the games. They were going in a big tower between two of the fields. Luckily we had a little cart to drive around to get the equipment. Actually, the most entertaining part was when Matt and I slid the cart across the wet grass and into a wooden and metal sign. It actually made a sound like "Wooooosssshhhh...DONG!!" And no one saw us. The sign actually got stuck on a pole, and Matt couldn't get it off, but no one noticed the whole day.
Well, after we got all the equipment up in the feeble little tower, it really started pouring. I was stuck up there for like an hour. Eventually I had to walk out in the shit and go into the actual building to ask the bossman what I'd do. I couldn't be out in the tent in the middle of the rain.
What I did was went up and set up at another table inside, actually the table selling the tapes of the cheerleading competition that was also going on.
Eventually, I had to move outside because the weather was better. It stayed allright the entire rest of the day and I stayed outside. But my feet were soaked the entire day.
All in all, I worked 11 hours, for which I'll get paid either 10 or 15 dollars an hour for. In like three weeks.
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| Wednesday, December 11th, 2002
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11:56 pm - I'm cursed.
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Argg.
So, I'm quitting my job at Disney soon. And like two days ago I thought to myself "The one thing I want to see before I quit is Captain Cluck fall into the river."
His name isn't really Captain Cluck, but he's a really annoying guy I have to work with. And today he fell into the river.
AND I MISSED IT.
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| Tuesday, December 10th, 2002
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6:57 pm
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So, this past weekend I drove back to Tampa because I had three days off, and because a friend was having a party. It was a lot of fun, I saw 80 million people that I haven't seen in at least two years. Okay, maybe 6. I kept asking them what they're up to, and they all seemed to be doing the same thing. Going to school, some shit job, etc.
One guy named Mike, however, is flying planes. That was cool, he has his pilot's license and he's flying back nad forth between Tampa and some other city doing God know's what. I realised there's a line. On one side is "I'm taking some classes at the community college" and on the other is "I'm flying a plane". One side has "I'm working at Blockbuster and just got a raise" and the other has "I'm a lion-tamer for the circus".
I thought of that comparison that night, but just today, I realised something. What side of that line to I want to be on?
"I just moved back to Tampa after graduating, and for a while I was a Jungle Cruise Skipper for Disney."
or
"I'm making a movie."
So, I'm pretty much set on moving to LA once my lease runs up at the end of January. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to move to Tampa or stay in Orlando, when my dad reminded me that a friend of his, a talent agent in Los Angeles, offered to let me stay with her for a while if I ever moved out there. She'd even help me find a job. At the time I declined, for God knows what reason. Now I'm really thinking of doing it. James and I have finished our script. The only thing is he probably wouldn't move out there right away.
So, that's that. Nothing exciting happened today at the Jungle Cruise.
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| Monday, December 9th, 2002
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11:29 pm - Gas: pt. II, plus I cry, steal things, and an endorsement of sorts
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So that brings us up to Wednesday. Wednesday is when I did not go to work. Instead, I called Matt Orlando, who I was relying on to have a gascan. He didn't have a gascan. So I had to buy a gascan, with Matt Orlando's money, so I could fill my car with gasoline that I also bought with Matt Orlando's money, which we did. In the course of doing this, my hands got soaked with gasoline, so we went into the school to wash my hands.
That proved to be frightening for me, because the thing about Full Sail is there are ALWAYS people standing outside smoking, and at this time there were like 50 of them, and I had horrific visions of my hands going up in flames as one of them turned suddenly and lit the gasoline on fire. I hurried the best I could, aiming my back at sighted smokers. God, there were millions of them. Luckily for you, I made it through safe, otherwise you might not even be reading this tale.
We went upstairs and I washed my hands, getting not nearly all but a satisfactory amount of the gas stench off of them. On the counter as I washed were two rolls of toilet paper, a full one, and a half gone one. I was feeling at a point in my life that I might as well take some toilet paper from a public restroom.I was running low at home, and as I pointed out I am quite broke. So I took it. I am considering taking more the next chance I get. Some paper towels too.
So, my tank had one gallon of gas and was safely home. All that was left to do was wait until midnight so I could get more money and get more gas so I could work the next day, which I did. Only I couldn't get more money, because it wasn't there for some unknown reason. I was pissed, and I called Matt Orlando again. He met me at the gas station and bought me 6 dollars worth of gas. Why six? Because 5 dollars gets me to work and back usually, but we see how well THAT worked out, so six seemed pretty safe.
While getting gas, Matt told me the latest about Tittyface, my ex roommate. Remember Tittyface? Well, he got a girl pregnant, and she had the kid, and how he's looking for someone to kill it. I'm serious. I don't think I can say any more about that.
That's about all I have to report for now. My arms are tired from typing. Perhaps later this week I'll update more on what happened this weekend...or not.
And if anyone's wondering why I've bothered updating again after so long (I said I wouldn't mention it, but haHA, that was the LAST post), it's because I've been reading a friend's weblog, which you can find at http://www.unc.edu/~amsteven/index.html
I don't know if anyone reads my LiveJournal, but if you do and you don't know aliisyourfriend, then I'd be surprised. But if you don't, or you do and haven't read her weblog, then go read it. In fact, anyone who reads my LiveJournal must read hers, I say, except ali. She doesn't have to read it because she lives it. I know I gave her the address to read mine, though, so she better mention to me that I mentioned hers in mine, otherwise it means she didn't read mine.
Then I'll cry.
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10:53 pm - I'm not going to mention it, not going to mention it, not gonna happen...
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I'm so tired. I ate too much food, but you just can't say no to a free meal. I'd complain about people paying for things for me recently, but that would be foolish. Wednesday my friend Matt Orlando paid for my bowling game because he wanted to bowl but I was too broke. Then tonight, Rob Odell bought my dinner because he wanted to eat out but didn't want to go to Denny's alone. (I don't blame him, that place is depressing enough with other people...especially if "other people" is Rob Odell, and Rob Odell can't exactly go to Denny's without Rob Odell, can he?)
Well, I keep saying I'm going to quit Disney, and I never do. It's such a long drive, I can't take it. I've been calling in an average of two days a week. I've called in sick, called in transportation, called in personal situation. I wonder if they'd accept a call in mildly depressed or call in ennui?
I already know I'm calling in this Friday, unless I can exchange the day with someone else. That's good news, however. Matt Orlando is getting me a gig working for ten dollars an hour. Money is nice. I've found that it can get you things you need, and without it, it's hard to have a place to live or things to do. Or a way to get places.
Speaking of which, last week was a hoot and a half, lemme tell you. No really, let me:
So Wednesday, not last Wednesday, the one before last, the day before Thanksgiving. Are we all together on that? Good. Wednesday I check my account to see how much money I've got, and it says I've got $300 in my account. Now, I get paid on Thursdays, so I'm figuring that I've got a good 400 in there by the weekend, which is good because I've got rent due, which is about 400. So when I'm home for Thanksgiving and my dad asks me how much money I need, I just tell him 100, for food and bills and such, which he gives me.
Well, I check my account on Friday, still 300. I check it Saturday, too, just to be sure. It's still 300. Turns out my pacheck was deposited a day early for Thanksgiving, and I had no other money coming. Well, then I'm pissed, because I had just enough money for rent plus (and I figured this out, mind you) gas and lunch for two days of work. That covered Monday and Tuesday. My paycheck gets deposited Midnight Wednesday night, so unless I borrow money, I can't get to work Wednesday. Not going to work sounds better to me than borrowing money, because if I borrowed money, I'd have to work.
So I'm reserved to not working Wednesday. Well, as I'm driving home Tuesday evening, I notice my gas guage is a little low. It always is, though. My gas guage is quite unreliable. Even still, my car runs out of gas, and I was SO CLOSE to making it home. I even tried letting it drift as far as it could, but it died right in front of the bus stop in front of my old school. A guy at the busstop helped me push the car into the school's parking lot.
After getting it in, I grabbed all the stuff I didn't want to leave in it (bookbag, cd player, keys of course) and was about to walk home, which wasn't far. But I noticed a guy standing there was saying something. I got out of the car.
"What?" I said.
"You can't leave your car like this," the man replied. "Security will have it towed."
I looked at it. It was crooked across two parking spaces. Goddammit. For a second I pondered how I was going to straighten it all by myself. Then an odd thought dawned on me.
"Can you help me fix it?" I asked the man.
"Sure," he said. And we did. Then I walked away, safe in the assumption that this would all be over with soon.
Halfway home a thought hits me.
"Where are my keys?" The thought said. Goddammit. They are in the car, no doubt. Or on the ground next to it. I was already halfway home, I wasn't going to walk back. I walked home and got my roommate James, and told him the whole thing. So we returned to my car.
This is not the first time I have locked my key in my car in the Full Sail parking lot. I did it once before, and had to ask an instructor to call AAA for me. Right before AAA arrived, I discovered my back door was unlocked the entire time. Seems whenever I hit the powerlocks, my backdoor fails to lock. I hoped this would be the case this time.
It was not the case this time. All doors were quite locked. In addition, the keys were in the ignition, and the car was on. Hurray for me, I thought.
"Don't you have spare keys?" James asked. I told him I did not. "Dude, just break the window." I told him I was not going to break the window. We considered calling a locksmith, which would cost money, or the cops. We decided on school security. A group of guys assured us they had a Slim Jim and would be glad to help us, so we went to the front desk.
Front desk informed us that security did not, in fact, have a Slim Jim. However, they would be more than happy to get us a wire coat hanger and help us get into the car. So off we went to the bookstore to get the wire hanger, which took about twenty minutes. Seems there was some mix up with the keys, and no one could get into the wire hanger room. Finally, they got in, got us not one but two wire hangers, and left. Great, I thought. I'm an idiot, how am I supposed to get into my car with just a wire hanger?
Sure, people do it everyday. But those people have one advantage. They're not me. They're not James, either. Those people know how to use a wire hanger to get into a car. All the windows were rolled all the way up, so we couldn't get in and grab the lock dealie. We had to try to unlock it from the inside of the door. We couldn't. We didn't know what we were doing, but that didn't stop us from trying for like half an hour. Three of us, in fact, as we had enlisted the help of an instructor, Jeff. Because three people who don't know how to get into a car with a wire hanger is obviously better than two.
Well, we never got into the car with the wire hangers, and eventually we gave up and went back up to the classroom, where we sat around doing nothing. It was up there that I realised something. I DO have spare keys to the car. I told James this, and we returned home, getting the keys, and returning to get my keys out of the ignition and turning the car off. By this time, it was ten o clock, and I decided to call it a night.
Jesus, this entry is long. I'm going to finish this in another one.
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| Monday, October 7th, 2002
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10:54 pm - *wakes up dazed in alleyway...the last six months a blur*
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Yes...the circle continues unbroken. Post a lot...slack off from posting...not post for a really long time...rediscover...post a lot...That would put us entering the "postalot" phase. So I better get crackin'.
Last I left you I had just gotten my job at Disney. Well, I have since left FastPass behind me and become a Jungle Cruise Skipper. Yes, quite exciting. Um...Jill changed schools, and is without a computer, which means less chatting online, but more phone calls. Except it's slacked off lately, because she's pladging a sorority, and always has functions and parties and shit. This upsets me, but I should be fine with it. Making friends is good, I know. But they take all her time away from ME, goddammit. Don't they realise I'm the important one?
That's all I can think of for now. Hopefully I will continue to post. Or not. No one's reading this, I don't need to kid myself.
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| Sunday, May 19th, 2002
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6:17 pm
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Well...on top of all those other complaints about not having money...
Since my rent was late like I said, and I had to pay more, I took more out of my account then my dad had put in for rent, not knowing there was still a check for 20 dollars out that hadn't been cleared. So it bounced. :( And I found that out in the morning trying to buy gas on my debit card so I could get to work. I ended up borrowing two dollars from my roommate and scrounging up loose change.
Then when I got to work, I realised I left my sandwich I brought for lunch in the car, so I had to borrow money from someone else to buy food to eat. Poop. But now everything's fine. There was no foul play like I had suspected. The money I owe the apartment complex is from them paying my power bill for three months for some reason. Then they gave me three days to pay them back, but I straightened that out, for the most part (told them I had no money).
Work is going well. It hasn't been too busy, and most of my job seems to be standing around watching cute girls go by in the Big Thunder Mountain line. So I can't complain. Plus Disney owns everything, so I get discounts everywhere. Like five dollars for mini golf. :)
All in all, things are up and down right now. Pretty busy at work, but then there's not much else to do.
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| Sunday, May 12th, 2002
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12:59 am - Whistle while you work...make the money, get paid...
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I am now a Walt Disney World Magic Kingdom Cast Member, and after just one day of training at the park, I have a crush on Cinderella.
...is that okay?
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| Thursday, May 9th, 2002
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10:47 pm
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Okay...I didn't let TOO much time get by me...
Well...since the last post wasn't helpful whatsoever in reminding me of how long it's been, I'll just start at...last Thursday? No, Friday...no...shit.
Last Thursday or Friday I had a job interview with Disney. I got the job. Now I work at the Magic Kingdom. Yay for money. And I really need it, too. Here's why.
On the sixth, which was a...I don't know, a Monday? Tuesday? I think it was Tuesday...well on the sixth I paid my rent, that is me and my roommate did. See, we THOUGHT we had until the sixth to pay before it was late...thinking that ON the sixth was fine, too. It wasn't. It was late, which meant we had to pay the rent plus 10% plus 2 dollars for every day it was late, at that point 5. And it had to be in the form of a money order. I didn't have enough money in my checking account, and even if I had, I couldn't cash a check to get cash to buy a money order. I had to drive back to Tampa to get money from my dad and get out cash for the money order. While I was there, I fixed my debit card, which I never got a PIN for. So now that's cleared up.
I got back, and we bought money orders and paid rent. This left me 15 dollars in my account. Then we get a letter from the Apt. saying their records show we owe them something like $280 for a power bill that they got. Now, earlier on, they informed me we owed them 84.80, and that the power bill was being sent to them instead of us, so I called and fixed that. Now they're not getting our power bill anymore, so we have no idea what the $280 is from, and how they just "found" it in their records.
THEN I get an email from my mother saying that she heard from my old roommate's mom, who said I owed THEM $280 from an old power bill. INTERESTING. She actually said that I had written a check which bounced, which I never wrote. So you know what?
I SUSPECT FOUL PLAY!
I've thought for a while that she (me ex-roomie's mom, and the whole lot of them, actually) have been trying to screw me out of some money. The roomie spilled bleach on the carpet and never told anyone, hiding it under a rug, and I almost got charged for that, but what happened was he just lost his deposit. And they have been pretty shady all around about the power bill issue. So...I don't know about that. Never trust anyone from Wisconsin.
THat's about it...haven't had too much time for anything else to happen between driving to Disney and driving to Tampa. Hopefully this job will be a lot of fun.
If not, and the castle burns down...um...
My ex-roommate's mom did it.
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| Tuesday, April 30th, 2002
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8:02 pm - I'm sick.
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I've got a sore throat and a runny nose, and I'm really dehydrated. Poo. That's all I feel like typing. Pity me.
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| Sunday, April 28th, 2002
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1:20 am - Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'...
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...into the future...
I've had that song in my head all day. It's good advice.
However I waited until too late to write today, and I am tired, and I do not feel like being creative and making up exciting stories to say happened today...so for today, the truth.
I slept in again, until noon. I decided I'd go down to the ol' comic book store, because I needed to find some information for my screenplay. I went yesterday to find the same information and had no luck, but thought I'd go today because the cute girl that works there works on Saturdays. My schedule is normally governed by when cute girls will be where, so this is no inconvenience.
Well, the cute girl was not able to help me find what I needed, so I left unfufilled and went for a walk in the park. That was fun. There were no cute girls there, but there was little league soccer, so I watched that for a while. I got to hear the parents yell at their kids, too. I was hoping a kid would yell back. A mom yelled "GET OPEN" at one point. If I was that kid, I'd have said something like " How am I supposed to get open? Want me to punch the kid in the face, mom? I'm not going to punch the kid in the face just for playing his position. You want him punched in the face, you come play and punch the kid in the face." I was in a weird mood.
I also saw four kids skateboarding. That was fun to watch. It was all very suburban, with the kids skateboarding and the soccer. I liked it.
After the park I needed a shower, so I took one. Then I decided I needed to go back to the comic book store, as the cute girl was probably still working. However, I had to cover my ass to make it look like I was really trying to find out what I was trying to find out, so I went to the other comic book store they suggested to me. It was in the mall. They didn't have what I was looking for either, but I didn't look very hard, because they didn't have any cute girls working there. So I headed to the first store. The cute girl store.
by the way, the information I was looking for was a name of any robot comic book character. I had Iron Man, who isn't really a robot, but he looks like a robot and he's popular, and that's what counted. But I needed a second one, so I was looking at the comic book store.
This time when talking to the cute girl, I was more specific as to the type of robot I needed. She refered me to someone else, who was not a cute girl, but some guy. I guess he was cute, I didn't really notice, but he was a guy. He didn't really help much either, but as we were talking, I flipped through a collection of Thor comics, and found a cool looking robot. Apparently he's the evil Dr. Zarrko's robot slave. Dr. Zarrko is from the 23rd century, and apparently the mischevious Loki sent him to kill Thor after some other guy took away half of Thor's immortality. It doesn't really matter. It works for me.
Also, the cute girl was wearing a short red plaid skirt. Very nice.
That's about all that's happened. I'm tired now. Goodnight all, and remember to fly like an eagle, to the sea.
Fly like and eagle, let your spirit carry me.
(you)
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| Thursday, April 25th, 2002
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2:58 pm - What day is it?
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My days are running together. Every day is the same. I wake up, think about where to apply for a job, go hang around school a bit, then go for a walk in the park. Then, I come home and sit at my computer until I'm tired, and go to sleep. Somewhere in there I eat. I can't take it any longer. If I don't get any excitement in my life I'm going to blow up a Radio Shack or something.
I'm feeling very lonely again. My internet relationships are only amplifying it, instead of decreasing it. There's nothing I can do about it, though. I need to feel better about myself, but I don't know how to go about doing it. I'm in a depression downswing now, and that disrupts and sort of progress, real or imagined, that I've made...I slept until noon today. I had been getting up at 10, but I've still been staying up until 2am. I don't understand it. Maybe if I got up a lot earlier, like 8am. But then I'd be really tired, and right now I don't think I could stick to it.
Everything in my life is really frustrating. Trying to change my sleeping times, trying to exercise, trying to find a job, trying to like myself. It all seems too difficult, and yet millions of people do it. What do they know that I don't?
Yesterday I only walked at the park for half an hour, not an hour like I had been doing. I'm really mad at myself, but I don't know how I'm supposed to stick to things. I just don't know how. Like I wasn't taught how to be a functional human being. Why do I feel like shit all the time? Why do I feel like I'm more awkward than everyone else in any given situation? Everything feels like it's designed to work against me. Anything I attempt seems to have the reverse effect of what I'd intended. What the fuck am I supposed to do about that?
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| Tuesday, April 23rd, 2002
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12:58 am - " I'm not clear on that myself, but I'm sure George can clear that up for you."
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Woo, what a slightly odd day...
I woke up at Ten AM today, instead of setting my alarm for ten, then when it went off, turning it off and sleeping another two hours. I had me a nice shower and shave, and got started looking for a job. Yesterday I had bought the Sunday paper (yesterday being Sunday), and this morning I went though looking for jobs. I picked out a lot for hotels, I think it'd be really fun to do something like Midnight Front Desk or 3rd shift bellboy. Also, there was an ad to be a mock juror. It said to be a juror on a mock trial for a real court case. I didn't know what that meant, and I called mostly out of curiosity as to what it was all about. The woman that I talked to took down my name and address, and all this other information. Then she said she was going to ask one last question, and asked if I supported or opposed the death penalty. I asked her if I was allowed to not be sure, and I was. She said that was all the questions and George would probably be calling me. THen I asked her what the deal with mock trials was, and she didn't know because it was her second day, but said that George could probably answer that question for me.
Then I went to the bowling alley and applied for a job there. They said they only had openings in the snack bar, which didn't thrill me, but I'll take what I can get. I wonder if I'd still get to bowl for free...
Then I went to the arcade, but they weren't hiring. I noticed there was a skating rink behind the arcade, so I thought "Well, if I'm applying at the arcade, I might as well apply at the skating rink, too, before leaving 1985 to return to the present." But the skating rink was virtually empty, just four or five old people skating around the rink, and no one behind any sort of desk I could ask for an application, so I left.
Then I came home, and I was starving...but I had very little food. And what food I had didn't fit together in any established meal. I ended up having tacos made with microwaved tunafish and grated cheese. They were okay, except I couldn't taste the cheese all that much. I recently had two more, with bbq sauce this time. They weren't that good.
I've been home for quite a while now...10 hours!? Huh. I feel a little bad about that. Oh well.
When I was coming back from Kentucky about a week ago, before we really got going, we stopped at McDonalds to eat breakfast. This was around 6:30am, and the only other person there was this old guy, he was a Walmart greeter, and he had his blue vest and nametag on...and when we walked in, he greeted us.
It was odd. You have to wonder if he did it out of force of habit from his job, or he's just the kind of guy that greets people who walk through doors, which is why he got the job in the first place. Makes you think. But not at 6:30am. At 6:30am, all you can think about is Sausage McMuffin with egg.
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| Sunday, April 21st, 2002
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4:47 pm - Ahh...memories..
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Last night I read through my old LiveJournal posts...I found them quite fascinating, because I remember all that stuff happening to me!
THen I got to the part where I didn't write for like 3 months...and I can't remember what happened in that time...it's scary.
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12:08 am - Unearthed!
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(this document was pieced together by our staff...it is by no means complete or comprehensive...all links mentioned have been confirmed, but we take no responsibility as to the veracity of their content - Ed.)
Adam King: a case-study
For years, little has been known about Adam King as a person. His history, his life, what makes him tick. [These things] have been shrouded in mystery. Our mission has been to remove that mystery about [Mr. King]. With the help of the latest state-of-the-art information gathering tools (http://www.google.com) we at the institute have been able to assemble the foremost biography of Adam King.
subject: Adam King
Birth: 19??
Death: still living
Father: *unknown*
Mother: *unknown*
Education:
University of Mississippi
University of Wisconsin-Madison
Indiana University-Bloomington
Adam King had a very busy and illustrious college career, it seems. Playing on the Ole Miss football team (http://www.fansonly.com/schools/ole/sports/m-footbl/mtt/king_adam00.html), certainly is impressive, as is his work on the emotional dimensions of the Internet Culture, which he completed at Indiana (http://php.indiana.edu/~adking/). The most impressive work by Adam King, at least in his college years, are his advances in Endocrinology and Reproductive Physiology, which me made while pursuing a Masters at U of W-Madison (http://www.erp.wisc.edu/students/king.htm)
Career
Adam King began [his] lifelong devotion to kitchen utensils in the United Kingdom in 1996 when he began carving decorative spoons (http://www.adamking.co.uk/)
At the same time, Mr. King was begining to serve on the faculty of Fairfield University, in Fairfield, CT (http://www.faculty.fairfield.edu/jmac/madp/faking.htm). It was here, as the Assistant Professor of Mathematics, that he gained insight into how numbers work, and developed rudimentary addition and multiplication skills.
Still, Mr. King did not let his work in Mathematics or the Utensilary arts [detract from] his Legal work. As a powerful divorce lawyer, he helped in the development of SplitUp, a software program designed to help deal with divorce (http://www.split-up.com/db/id7691.htm).
Time Travel?
Some dates and figures in [Mr. King's] history don't quite add up, such as claims, made in various resources (http://bioguide.congress.gov/scripts/biodisplay.pl?index=K000192 and http://politicalgraveyard.com/geo/PA/ofc/usrep1820s.html , see under 10th district - Ed.) that he was a U.S. Representative for Pennsylvania in the 1820's and 30's. We were unable to find documentation explaining how this is possible. We hypothesize that through [Mr. King's] knowledge of Mathematics, Endocrinology, College Football and Divorce Law, he was able to construct a time machine, travelling back to the 1800s to serve as clerk of courts of York County, which undoubtedly led to his career in the House. When exactly he had time to take this trip is unknown, as is if he devised any sort of procedure soas to return to the present at the precise moment he left, spending many years in the past, yet appearing no older to those he knew in our time.
(here the case-study becomes a bit disjointed, going off on tangents and diversions. Also, it is all but illegible, seeing as the handwriting was hurried to begin with, coupled with the fact that this portion seems to have been rained on, smearing the ink. We have included the following passage, while mostly segmented and uninteligable, proves interesting - Ed.)
After the Great War, Mr. King flew ... marketplace in Tiperarry, after which ... never seen. We were unable to locate ... however that he did stay at the hotel afterall. This would link him to the double murders, but [Adam King] could not have been the murder as he was ... (long paragraph, all unreadable) ... 1972. It was here that Adam purchased two dogg (sic.) and taught them to [retrieve] ducks. These dogs were later sold to Theodore Roosevelt.
Conclusion
It is our opinion, after having conducted this research, that Adam King has led a very eventful life, one that most scientists, politicians and movie stars only dream about. We are quite sure that all the facts presented here are valid, that no [falsehoods] have been made, and that above all, the information was presented with the spirit of Adam King at heart.
(again we apologize for the illegible portion of the case study. To possibly shed light on this section, please visit the following links - Ed.)
http://www.iol.ie/~tipplibs/Map.htm
http://www.waterfowler.com/home/
http://www.whitehouse.gov/history/presidents/tr26.html
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| Friday, April 19th, 2002
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5:13 pm - An Idea.
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Hmm...I thought I had shared this idea here before, but I can't find it. Oh well, this is cool anyway, because I have more ideas for it.
The idea started when I was watching some show on PBS, or some such channel, about Italy. All it seemed to be were endless helicopter shots of Italy. I thought that was a great idea, and thought up the 24-hour Copter Shot channel, nothing but helicopter shots of various locales, set to appropriate classical music. A companion channel could be the Natural Disaster channel, 24 hours of hurricanes, floods, mine collapses, tornados, forest fires, etc, set to Opera. The only thing is there would be no time for commercials, so how to finance it?
Then I thought, why not sell it as part of cable, a paid station for businesses to show during hours, to set the mood of their business, like Muzak. We could call it Videzak, or something. About 10 channels of varying content. Another idea for a channel was constant driving shots of major streets in major cities, give you a feel of the location, either with natural sound, or local music played with it. I don't know, I'm still grappling with the specifics...not really, I doubt there's any feasible potential for it, but it's still fun to think about.
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2:11 pm - THank God I'm out of Kentucky...
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Back in Florida with the Normals. Whew.
So...I spent about a week in the Bluegrass state, attending the SplitScreen film festival, and boy was it mediocre. Our film didn't win, there weren't that many other exciting films to see, and I didn't meet any rich millionaires interested in investing in a newly graduated student's first film. But I did go bowling.
Actually, the highlight of the entire trip was going to see the first ever Kentucky Fried Chicken in Corbin, Ky. If you're ever in the area, I definately recommend stopping in. They have a whole little museum of what the place looked like back in the day, AND you can get all sorts of Col. Sanders Merchandice. I got a button, a fan with his face on it, and a mandolin record. FIVE DOLLARS for the record. In fact...I think I'll put it on right now.
The festival itself was a bit of a letdown. Our film got an okay turn out, mostly my friend James' local friends...NONE of the college girls we asked to come came. We even asked a whole Sorority to show up, and they didn't. :( C'est la vie.
Now I'm back home and looking for a job. I've applied to Sci-Fi City and the bowling alley. Yesterday I called back to the Blockbuster I applied at forever ago, at least two months, but they said they're not hiring. Rrrr...they kept me waiting forever, too. C'est la vie.
Also, I have no money for rent. C'est la vie. I seem to say that a lot now...such is life.
Man, I don't think it's legal for it to be such a beautiful day today. It's been really nice for a while now. It's good. Yesterday I bowled and played racketball, or as I've been informed, racquetball. I played against Matt Orlando and James my roommate. They beat me every time. Matt Orlando works at MGM Studios now and I'm going to try to get a job there. If I do and say Matt referred me, he ges 25 bucks. He should split it with me.
Right now Matt's driving down to Miami to shoot the last Cheerleader Competition until August. Damn. I wanted to do that in the worst way. Maybe next season.
That's about it so far...My arms hurt from typing.
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| Wednesday, April 10th, 2002
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1:34 am - ...Well it's the taking of the Pelham 1 2 3...
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I drove to Tampa today to get money from my dad for my trip tomorrow. My radio does not work in my new car (codename:Bonnie) so on long trips I end up singing to myself to pass the time. The problem is, I'll go for a while not say anything, then suddenly break into, say, This Magic Moment, or some such song...and quickly get lightheaded. The worst is Beastie Boys. If you sing Sure Shot all by yourself, you will get so loopy by the end due to loss of breath...it's fun, except for the fact that you're in control of a vehicle driving at 90 mph. And it's hard to stop in the middle of a Beastie Boys song, especially if you know the words...so you keep going, maybe stopping in the middle to catch your breath, or there's a few lines you're not sure of, so you can sneak some oxygen then. All the while keeping the car on the road, hopefully. Perhaps imagining what people would think if they were in the car with you. Actually, I think next time I drive someone somewhere I think I'll do this to them. Treat them to a song, then laugh manically while swerving through traffic. Or not.
Today was fairly uneventful. Got money and food in Tampa. Also, radio, soas not to pass out on the way to Kentucky tomorrow.
Oh, and Hi Jen! (waves). Jen is my new internet...friend. :) She's cool. More on her, later maybe?
Other than that...it's just been a Tuesday...
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