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Four days till Vegas.
I have so much to do before hand. Laundry, pay bills, clean the house, pack, etc...
A bunch of little things that I will probably put off till thursday and then scramble around to get them done. I also have to go grocery shopping tonight as well as fix my firewire card on my computer.
I was having trouble connecting my iPod to it yesterday and I discovered that my PC is not recognizing the firewire card. It worked fine for the past month, and now it's not working. I hate my life!
So I've made a new friend on the internet. We've been chatting for a few weeks now. She is really cool. Unfortunately, she lives in Europe. Who knows, maybe if we stays friends long enough, I can meet her next year when I take my European vacation. I've been wanting to go there for years and recently decided that I have to go before I'm 30. Well, I'm 27 now so I have to get on the ball with that goal. I'll probably take two weeks off of work and travel through Europe. I would love to take longer, but having to work for a living doesn't allow it. Oh well, speaking of work, I need to get some of it done right now.
Later

UPDATE:
I finished reading "Devil in the White City."
If you're from Chicago, and you like history, you'll love this book. It's mostly about the World's Fair of 1894. About the architects that made it happen and the tragedies that occured durring and after. Plus, it speaks of America's first documented serial killer, H.H. Holmes.
The part I didn't like about the book is how little it spoke of H.H. Holmes. My initial intention was to learn more about him than what I already knew, but he was merely glossed over throughout the book. The guts of it was about the world's fair.
I still recommend it to any history buffs.
My current reading...The Divinci Code. So far, it is amazing. A great suspense involving religion and history. I have 100 pages left and can't wait for the end. This is another book I recommend, especially for those who question their faith daily.
I think when I'm finished I will read "1984". I've heard alot about it lately and would like to read it before I die.
One last thing. In reguards to H.H. Holmes, a documentry of his life will be viewed in the 2004 Chicago Documentry Film Festival next month. Hope to see you there.

I NEVER KNEW IT COULD FIT WAY UP THERE!

I opened my eyes.
7:12
Shit.
My morning constant.
Waking up minutes before the alarm goes off.
Maybe I can fall back asleep.
Nope, it's not gonna work.
Fuck it...might as well get up.
I threw the covers off my body, rolled over to the alarm, shut it off.
I hate mournings...I mean mornings!
I walk to the bathroom. Sit on the toilet. Pick up last months Playboy and read an article about how film critics purposely lie about how good a movie is based on the bribe they recieve from the films distributor.
I hate critics.
I wipe, stand up, and turn the shower on. Nice and hot.
Grab my bottle of shampoo, squeeze...Fuck! Empty.
I proceed to reach for my towel, walk into the hallway, open the linen closet door, and grab a new bottle of shampoo.
Damn I'm tired. Tired and freezing-fucking-cold.
I jump back into shower. Pop the lid. Squeeze. Proceed to lather shampoo into hair.
Now, in respect to the many comments from women I've dated in the past, I am too lazy to use a cleanser on my face. So what's the next best thing...shampoo. Might as well kill two birds with one stone. I figure, since I'm washing my hair, might as well wash my face. Right...right.
Damn I'm tired. I just need to finish taking a shower and I can get dress and sleep on the train.
As I rub the suds from my hands in a circular motion around my cheeks, I suddenly feel a shreiking pain injected into my right nostril. HOLY FUCK! My arm swung away from my body faster than my mind could register what just happened. I stopped. Grabbed my nose. And realized, I just shoved my right pinky finger half way up my FUCKING nose. I never knew it could fit way up there.
I'm at work now.
And my nose hurts.
I'm such an asshole.

Why am I wasting my time? I've realized that my life is dull and lonely.
I saw Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind today. I thought it was really good. The ending could have been better, but it was still good. I love Charlie Kaufman. Adaptation, Being John Malcovich...brilliant movies. I wish I was brilliant.
I spent my day in a movie theater by myself. I love solitude. I do so much thinking. But my thoughts are wasted on an audiance of one. My thoughts develop and grow within my own mind and never are spoken to another soul. Sometimes a few of those thoughts find it's way onto a useless website that is viewed by a small number of people. Why do I waste my time. I need to spend my time becoming great. But instead I go to a movie. I go see two of them. On a sunday afternoon. By myself. letting my thoughts ripen and rot in a useless mind.
I need to fall in love.

Conscious effort? Who the fuck was I kidding. I still haven't worked on my resume. I'm an asshole.

Ok, I need to start being a little more proactive. I need to look for another job. I can't take another year in this place. I've made the decision to bring home my company laptop and get my portfolio together starting today. Fuck, I'm lazy. I need to start doing something to make things better.
Wish me luck.

Ok, so I'm having one of those days where I hate everything. I hate my job, I hate my condo, I hate having debt, I hate myself (but that's constant), and I hate my car. I hate what I ate for breakfast and I hate the fact that as soon as I walked into work my creative director had a bunch of shit for me to do because she copied over the work I already did and added new covers to the LNT Christmas campaign. I hate the fact that I don't have a dime in my pocket right now and can't afford to buy a cup of coffee. I hate that I work out four times a week and still have love handles and a gut. I hate that the singer and bassisst in my band quit. I hate that I don't have a girlfriend as well as the fact that I'm too much of a pussy to go out and get one because I'm too picky and to scared of rejection. I hate relying on the train to get me home and I hate having nothing to do when I get home but watch the Simpsons and Seinfeld. Most importantly, I hate the fact that everyone hates all the same things that I hate which makes me no different than anyone else. So no one really cares what I hate because they are too busy caring about what they hate. But, it's only fair. I wouldn't care about what I hated if I met myself on the street...and I hate that fact.

i FUCKING hate my FUCKING job. FUCKING art directors and FUCKING creative directors don't give a FUCKING shit about FUCKING copy. all they care about are their FUCKING pictures that are FUCKING useless without FUCKING words that bring the FUCKING image and the FUCKING product together. all they do is create their FUCKING images and hand it to me when their FUCKING done and FUCKING tell me to FUCKING write something in the allocated FUCKING space in three FUCKING words or FUCKING less. FUCK YOU! i hate this FUCKING job. i want to die.

So nothings happening.
Oh! If you haven't read Jays blog, Shannon and Joe quit the band. Oh well.
In Jays blog he made the assumption that I will be the next to quit. I guess now I have to stay in the band forever just out of spite. And who will be the fool then!
I agree with everything he wrote in the first paragraph. That stuff about God...I hate hearing him talk like that. Jay...you're going to hell. Give my regards to Lucifer...Thanks!
Like I said before, I believe out of fear. In fear that Lucifer does exist. Hell doesn't seem like the nicest place to spend eternity. Maybe for a weekend or a short vacation. You know, just so you can say you've been there. You could take goofy pictures by Satans throne and layout by the sea of fire. And when you get back you can make scrap books to show all your friends and tell them how fun it was to take a trip to damnation. And how you were so amazed that there was a McDonalds there that sold beer. But they didn't call their burgers quarter pounders. Instead, they referred to them as 666 patties with cheese.
Have a nice day!

BOXING DAY?
No, I'm not talking about two guys in a ring. It's actually a holiday. A Canadian holiday at that, aay! I guess the day after Christmas, everybody boxes-up all their old belongings that they no longer need and gives them to charity. Rich people also give their servants a little holiday bonus as well. Thus the name "Boxing Day".
Just thought you'd like to know.

No matter what I do, I laugh hysterically when I watch the Kikkoman commercial. If you haven't watched it yet, click on the link in the side bar.
Nothing really going on with me right now. I'm the same as I've always been. Bored.
Later