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[24 Oct 2007|03:06am] |
They're making me declare a major. What a bunch of mother fuckers.
FINE: IM OFFICIALLY DOUBLE MAJORING IN WOMENS STUDIES AND EXERCISE SCIENCE WITH A MINOR IN BUSINESS. HAPPY?
Im really pissed that i have ...5(?) music classes left..
I also have like ... 6(?) cs classes left...
And i need to take my language... that makes 12...
what year am I again? Junior? Oh, thats just 4 classes a semester till i graduate.
+ job + ensembles/lessons + trying to play music in town = one dead mother fucker that wont get to take the poetry workshop.
I haven't complained in a while, I guess feels good. Now for the actual good.
Im gonna make those dumb fucking atlas gloves work.
Im kicking ass in my classes So far. And im totally not failing my programming test..
My playing makes me happy.
I want to go visit loren and get out of here some weekend.
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[27 Sep 2007|08:45pm] |
$text = "Hey"
$text *= 3
print $text
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.
Gotta jet. have fun journal, you worthless load of shenaniganary.
~m@x0ut bi+ch3z
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[30 Aug 2007|01:19am] |
Instead of commenting on yolande, jane, or amanda, I would like to comment on how the two entries yolande sited were the two previous entries of my friends page.
Thats right, womenfolk, Im (Technically Still) . Maybe its because I have a penis...I don't care enough to put the thought in.
Well, we're friends now, but I swear on everything holy--regular nintendo, command lines, and Jimi Hendrix--that if I get an ultimatum, some line drawn in the sand with whatever the fuck shoes you wear, I will walk away so casually you will actually wonder if we were just talking.
Love,
Max
PS, ill be in saratoga on saturday. Try not to destroy the place 'fore I get there.
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[28 Aug 2007|02:53am] |
Sometimes, when Im faced with something that should be impressive, I find myself depressed at it's complexity, or simplicity. Maybe it's obscurity, or my lack of capability.
Whatever it is, i need to find a better set of zip lock bags or saran wrap or whatever my mind is using to protect me.
I think my id needs to be a quicksilver drenched, 3-foot-thick wall of lead that will channel any potential negative energy into self improvement and strife for knowledge without traversing the stage that, without fail, makes me simultaneously bask in all my achievements and still wallow in the oceans of shortcomings, unknowns, and stones left un-broken, turned, or altered in any way. As I retrace my steps, the pit of my stomach reminds me of all the work Ive yet to do, the work I want to do, and the work that may never be done.
Anytime I think Ive broken all the stones, I realize Ive just doubled them.
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[17 Aug 2007|12:12am] |
I own a car, so Get out the fucking way. Pictures soon. Warning, shes a stunner.
I have officially increased my singing range by close to a 4 steps, i thinks.
I cant wait to dye and cut my hair, and get a watch, and do the things that i want to do, and not listen to you.
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[14 Aug 2007|12:55am] |
bartending rocked, everyone likes me.
got into a huge fight the other day with a customer, he cursed in front of a lot of people, so i sat down and listened to him complain until he admitted that it "probably wasn't me". As he and his FAMILY were leaving, he made a half assed apology. I said "You're finished, I'm finished. We're done here". To which he replied with a comment about how he might have left me a tip if... I cut him off to inform that I infact wouldn't want any tip from him.
Really? itll take more than a bad 5 dollars to make me your friend after you use the f-word in front of my customers.
Sleeping at mikes. I cant get into the recording right now, I haven't the time, or energy. Or the words, but Id only go that far if i had the first two.
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[11 Aug 2007|04:03pm] |
Dear Livejournal,
I bought an amazing computer today for $1200 after shipping.
Im finally going to have a real watch.
I bought new etnies today. Ohhh man.
Love,
Max
Ps: Its only a matter of time
before the universe is mine.
Pps: Im working another 14 hour day at sccc, however, bonus: I get to bartend for a party tonight.
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[10 Aug 2007|04:19am] |
So most of my tips are now coming on credit cards, which only sucks because now I have to pay taxes on them at the end of the week.
But I didn't spill or break anything tonight. And I scored half a bottle of white wine. Its not bad either.
Heard from chicago sunshine again tonight. Very much looking forward to a couple weeks from now.
Not looking forward to saturday. opening at 7am, leaving at 3pm, coming back at 7pm, leaving at 11:30pm. Jesus h christ i need new shoes. I may go with vans. Im such a traitor, i know.
I cant get Knoppix STD to do, and hints are appreciated....
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[29 Jul 2007|05:44pm] |
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the first customer today was a sign that the whole day would be horrible.
I let her in about 20 minutes before we really open, because she was begging for a cup of coffee with her middle aged french accent.
With her thick accent, she gets her cup of coffee and then needs me to find half and half for her (its not out).
Then she needs stirrers (they're not out).
Then she needs "just 4 packets" of sugar in the raw (sugar's not out).
Then she pays for her $1.36 coffee with a 50. Taking all our change. And when I say "our", Im really including myself; I had to pull out my wallet to make more change. Naturally, she left the packets and wet stirrer on the table b/c she couldn't find the goddamn garbage.
I had to bail out Gil a couple times, particularly when her table of six's "Soy Caps" weren't hot enough. Yeah well soy's hard to fucking foam, you vindictive bastards. It was ok, I made three more and made sure they were more than 240 degrees at the time of serving. Boy I hope no one got hurt! ;-)
So I opened at 7:30 and didn't eat until about 2 cuz it was so fucking busy. I made $100 in tips. about $72 on the clock. I was sitting on the couch, and I had a phantom rag over my left shoulder, because there's been one there for the entire day.
This very attractive young lady who comes in with the Yakuza (the sushi company group) at 3:00 was chatting with me the other day. Shes rather nice. I bet she lives in manhattan or something. somewhere far and busy...
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[27 Jul 2007|08:48pm] |
Great, now I dont have a job during the week ever. coffee shops only open on the weekend.
My boss at school never returned my email, so i guess im not continuing my telecommute.
My boss from sea cliff never called me to tell me when Im working this weekend so i don't know if i Am.
I feel SO shitty and unproductive. I haven't configured proxy way correctly because the instructions aren't for XP...
Virtual pc is free. And only for windows Vista, which is dumb.
Ive resolved to build my own computer so that it saves me around $800.
Im getting a car, most likely a honda crv, which will be fantastic and long overdue.
I need to be back in school. I cant sleep, I have unsettling dreams when I do, I sleep too late, and I wish I had a pool of gray, sludgy, depression so that I could dive into it and sulkingly drown my life away.
God do i need a new phone.
UPdate: i have work at 6:30. time to drink and go to bed. thats what i should do, whos got drugs?
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[21 Jul 2007|08:04pm] |
im going bowling tonight with a coCoffeePerson, and im gonna kick SO MUCH ASS.
got my pcmcia tv tuner card today. works great, little bit of video/audio lag, resolution isnt what i saw in my dreams, which were vivid and reoccurring--filled with rainbows and people I don't know yet, but c'est la vie. Itll record the daily show/colbert report, play video games, and allow my to have Great webcam cyber sex. Finally.
so wheres my camera charger.... i dont want the websex getting cut short! I mean, my internet company needs battery to thrive!!!
my guitar (le Johnson) is lying all over my floor again, so you know what that means, its Modding Season. We'll see how hard the "Screamin Demon" actually screams. Ill also find out if its possible to build your own out=of=phase switch, parallel and coil splitting aren't very appealing to me right now.
I probably won't be able to, because Im not particularly smart/talented/driven, but Ill stick my toe in the pool and hopefully I wont piss myself.
Love, love, love, your dick--But don't die.
Go to that mountain where those people are.
Perfect Hair Forever.
MAXOUT MOTHAFUCKAS, SKEEBOBBLE
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[20 Jul 2007|11:40pm] |
I stole a copy , and check this out:
Personally, I thought the meat-grinder-meets-genitalia thing was a little drawn out, but what else can we expect; she's a writer, J.K.!
gO AHead, fLAmE ME; I FUcKiNg Eat FlAMeS.
as does my humbucker and capo, so they have my back. Ps, Anaise, you suck, a lot.
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[10 Jul 2007|01:41am] |
Today was interesting.
don't park too close to your mark
get off your phone you're alone
That pig even drove like a hunk of bacon.
Comedy Central Presents Robert Hawkins. Hes bombing, this is so bad.
By next year I think ill have enough material to do on my own. I can't rely on anyone else at this point anyways. Knowing everyone just means you know how unreliable most of them are. I had something else to say that had nothing to do with music or cops or my job or lolo.
And look at that, now I don't.
update- Patience is only a virtue when time is ample, otherwise, its just a peaceful means of suicide.
- "Guys Like Me" and "The Tao of Steve" are about the same thing, and its very depressing and something I hope to avoid.
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[07 Jul 2007|11:45pm] |
If i could write backwards, ffo kcuf ot uoy llet d'i.
So I got really bored and sad and lonely tonight. Then I remembered I don't have anyone to hang out with, so I instantly felt better.
Went for a drive, got a serious case of the what-ifs, didn't, wrote 5 questions, a verse, part of a chorus.
My job is pretty good. Its a lot of work and it pays off. I made about $100 in 7 hours today. Thats better than declaring hours that I spent reading up on something that I didn't do anything with because thats how my old job worked.
I had a great dream that me and a friend lost our right hands and then tried to skate on them, but it was a hot sunny day, and neither hands nor pavement are slippery, so I just made my hand get bloody and puffy and torn up. In retrospect it wasn't a good idea.
I did something bad while out on my bike and then the cops started looking for me in town, so I took my bike apart and hid it in my car. When the police stopped me to look around, they didn't find it, and it was the best time of my life. Then I woke up and my life was a blank screen, so I grew my hair out to cover my crying eyes and wrote a song about my feelings. I hope no one judges me, thatd be SO UNCOOL.
BED Time for BONZO, BITCHES. Maybe if I can make enough money, I can buy some friends. Or just fix the old ones. Or just mod them out with all the newest technology, like laser vision and reality sensors.
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[06 Jul 2007|11:31pm] |
Recording: An ordeal that makes me feel like Im wasting enormous amounts of time doing scratch tracks so that other people have the luxury of playing with live musicians while I will not afforded that luxury.
Work tomorrow. Well, I wonder who will come in, ask me what Im doing there, and then order a latte...
Oh I Know: EVERYONE!
Trips to make soon:
huntington
rockville centre, for recording
rockville centre, for another reason that works as a hostess
new york city, for uhshlex
saratoga springs, for (various)
hehe, oh, i slay me.
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[03 Jul 2007|11:28pm] |
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Some girls I can't figure out until its too late.
By some, I mean a lot. Im currently dodging lo a little because I dont want to go to this party, and I dont want to re-explain myself.
BMX flatland is therapy and god damn I love Sea Cliff.
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[01 Jul 2007|05:03am] |
Isnt there like a really hot girl that lives here?
8:10 --- i can't wait to get out of here. the conversations my grandmother and father have are so inane that i might have to burst my ear drums before we even leave the house this morning. And to get back to that for a second, "this morning" shouldn't be happening for another two hours.
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[29 Jun 2007|04:01am] |
( I need a new computer to take advantage of the $2000 worth of software I own. )
BUT UNTIL THEN: a 30 minute phonecall today turned the remains of my warranty into a new lcd screen, keyboard, hand rest plate/touch pad, and rubber feet. mmmm and they're gonna come to my house to do it all...
maryland tomorrow. have fun in never never land, kids: one day you wake up missing a limb and you realize that they'll never shoot you into space. You dont really want to fight crimes or fires. You can't play music all day unless its the right kind. Life is a popularity contest. The remote control just slithered towards my computer so I suppose thats a divine sign from cablevision for me to sleep. and sleep. and sl
(Look! IM INVISIBLE.)
update: Lolo will have to wait for our graveyard picnic. I think by then Id like to know if I want to date her. Thats what ill do with this maryland business. Lol, ahhhh. Fuck You.
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[11 Jun 2007|03:17pm] |
and only, i repeat, Only, because my boss finally responded to my email just when i started wishing he wouldn't, and booked the train tickets there and back. well at least I don't have to pay, shits like $100...
Now I have to figure out what to bring.
- clothes
- shorts
- pants
- shirts
- socks and underwear
- ma new fuckin shoes
- sandals
- writing materials
- notebook(s)
- partially written things on looseleaf
- toiletries
- Oh my god im soo hungry right now that i cant decide if I should bring my computer to keep doing work....
**eats part of computer, computer tur
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