Tuesday, May 8, 2007
A day in pictures
Saturday began when my house fell into the water again. I really should get that beam fixed permanently, not just prop it up with a layer of Scotch tape every day.
After swimming back to shore, I found this cool starfish. It's got 12 legs! I looked at it for a little over ten minutes. By the end of that time, I was exhausted from all the looking, so I relaxed with my favorite beer: Polygamy Porter
Joining me for the drink was Robert E. Lee.
Then I went to work and filed papers for seven hours.
This is the building where I work. Legend tells of a phantom that lives in the basement of this old building and wails hauntingly at night. The phantom's name is Leroy. I've met him a couple times. He's actually a nice guy.
Did I mention I spent most of the day doing various hallucinogenic drugs? I probably should have mentioned that.
I suppose you could call Saturday a typical day for me.
After swimming back to shore, I found this cool starfish. It's got 12 legs! I looked at it for a little over ten minutes. By the end of that time, I was exhausted from all the looking, so I relaxed with my favorite beer: Polygamy Porter
Joining me for the drink was Robert E. Lee.
Then I went to work and filed papers for seven hours.
This is the building where I work. Legend tells of a phantom that lives in the basement of this old building and wails hauntingly at night. The phantom's name is Leroy. I've met him a couple times. He's actually a nice guy.
Did I mention I spent most of the day doing various hallucinogenic drugs? I probably should have mentioned that.
I suppose you could call Saturday a typical day for me.
Bill Cosby: Through the eyes of YouTube.
Gooooood Times
Bill Cosby causes cancer. and makes me want jello pudding. so bad.
Bill Cosby Gangsta Rap: ????????????????
NO!
Bill Cosby Breaks it Down. really.
On a lighter note------
Bill Cosby causes cancer. and makes me want jello pudding. so bad.
Bill Cosby Gangsta Rap: ????????????????
NO!
Bill Cosby Breaks it Down. really.
On a lighter note------
Myes
Brain and Body: EXTREME YOGA, DOLLAH BILLZ!!
It seems to me that the brain and body club is an effective corporation as well as a cult. They reel in students with promises of a new positive lifestyle and fitness routine but end up forcing them to buy expensive memberships and attend grueling sessions in remote locations. It's like a gym membership..except more creepy.
Way too happy:
My first crush on a fictional character would have to have been on Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. He was confident, quiet, intelligent, and downright sassy. British accent? yes, please.
Another crush (that I've been keeping under my hat) is on Ned Nickerson, Nancy Drew's male companion. An Emerson College student, Ned possesses a certain je ne sais quoi that I find quite desirable. I would never do such a thing to Nancy Drew though...she's kind of my hero.
It seems to me that the brain and body club is an effective corporation as well as a cult. They reel in students with promises of a new positive lifestyle and fitness routine but end up forcing them to buy expensive memberships and attend grueling sessions in remote locations. It's like a gym membership..except more creepy.
Way too happy:
My first crush on a fictional character would have to have been on Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. He was confident, quiet, intelligent, and downright sassy. British accent? yes, please.
Another crush (that I've been keeping under my hat) is on Ned Nickerson, Nancy Drew's male companion. An Emerson College student, Ned possesses a certain je ne sais quoi that I find quite desirable. I would never do such a thing to Nancy Drew though...she's kind of my hero.
Monday, May 7, 2007
A few days in the life of Burdamania
Sorry to say I have not uploaded the pictures just yet, but I promise to update this post when I do so. Since I do mostly nothing most days, I decided to extend this from Thursday-Monday.
Thursday:
10:30am - I groggily wake up in my tattered, messy room. I think writing is my true calling with this sort of living environment.
11:15am - After a short Grab-N-Go stop, I make my way to Advanced Screenwriting class with Bruce Geisler. We'll read some scripts I could care less about, especially since today is one wench I despise with a passion.
12:45pm - Lunch at the DC with TheWillMorgan, former high-stakes online poker player, now training for a neighborhood triathlon. He's still the best at Mental Magic (I have my doubts that it's a real game, but he really knows how to BS if it isn't).
7:00pm - My last class of Kickboxing at Smith College. I had done my final presentation/combo last week, so the seniors and juniors just did sparring. Roundhouse kicks, tip kicks, jabs, spinning backhands, and crosses for about 40 minutes. Gotta say I regretted not warming up for that one. Here's a picture of a cute gal in the class delivering a front kick to the ole' groin (she apparently trains with her boyfriend, lucky bastard).
10:00pm - See "Blades of Glory" with my MoHo friend Chelsea, a.k.a. Mofunkers/Cajones. Much to the chagrin of Kristi, I met her off Myspace zomg jealousy time! No, it's ok, she said it wasn't a date and that I wasn't getting any action (burn), but she was a barrel of sarcastic fun anyway (she has a bf in West Virginny, so not only partial burn).
Friday
11:20am - I'm late to work at Boyden Gymnasium, to swipe cards and watch some sweaty old guys play basketball against younger bucks. Be glad there are no pictures of forests of backhair here.
7:15pm - Here's me passing out at the front lobby desk during my Building Supervisor shift (don't worry, it's just a pose...I don't put my legs up on the desk when sleeping). It's a pretty great job: unlock doors, make sure people don't die, give directions, use a walkie-talkie, etc.
12:30am - Party at Vinny's house that I just stop by with my roommate Kristina and her bf. They are old poops and only want to stay a few minutes, so I make my time worthwhile and pound a shot of 151 straight after a few screwdrivers before I went. I can see why they invented the chaser, but hey, I need some chest hair. Unfortunately, Kristina's breathalyzer says I'm 0.02, which is pathetic. Damn tolerance, I'm not trying to build you! Her bf is 0.20. Dammit.
Saturday:
1:15pm - Enter PLO rebuy tournament for $30. Only 10 show up, but I tell myself when I wake up that I will win this, because I'm the best PLO player there, period.
7:50pm - After making a bunch of huge suckouts and knocking out 5 players, I agree to a chip-count deal and take down $150 for first. If only I had this much confidence with anything else.
11:30pm - Arrive with Eoin and Brendan at some girl's afterparty in Noho for Albino Rhino (of course there was no actual band even there, just someone spinning old records in the living room). Some Smithies inform us that it's National Makeout Day, but alas, there is no meeting of the tongues, and somehow Eoin fails at tapping a very attractive woman named Nanique after there was much soft-touching and interpersonal communication.
1:15am - The B43 in Noho blows right past our bus stop. wtf. A pleasant Moho named Yesenia calls up PVTA to complain to no avail, but being a master of the bus schedule, has us take the 39 to Hampshire where the 38 will pick us up right after. I thank her for her service and smile, and get off the bus. Random girl yells out window asking my full name so she can Facebook me later.
2:21am - I am Facebooked. Alas, she is engaged (she's 20 years old). That's just how I run folks.
Sunday:
11:45am - I get up and put up an away message stating "I better accomplish something today".
6:30pm - I hit the gym for some pullups, bicep curls, tricep extensions, and front squats, but only get triceps and pullups done before my softball meeting.
7:00pm - Softball playoffs meeting. Free pizza, soda, and awkward conversation. Lasted 30 minutes, and no new information, but I'll take the calories, thanks.
11:45pm - I didn't accomplish anything today (unless you count half a workout and getting fatter accomplishing anything).
Monday:
10:35am - Get up and get to the DC to eat, then work on my 4-pager comparing the act of stalking between a Hindi film and a Japanese anime film.
4:10pm - Brief sighting of Kittygirl at the Writing Center. My heart skips a beat, and I manage to make that stupid point that slick business execs make instead of any sort of normal salutation. Makes my day obviously.
5:30pm - Most unmotivated paper ever. I'm catching senioritis like the plague.
7:00pm - Watch "Tears of the Black Tiger", a Thailand film making a mockery of the spaghetti Western. Looks like they colored in the buildings with pastels.
11:30pm - Me still doing this damn blog entry, and providing you nothing but text so far. I suck., but hey, I'm the first to post this week!
Thursday:
10:30am - I groggily wake up in my tattered, messy room. I think writing is my true calling with this sort of living environment.
11:15am - After a short Grab-N-Go stop, I make my way to Advanced Screenwriting class with Bruce Geisler. We'll read some scripts I could care less about, especially since today is one wench I despise with a passion.
12:45pm - Lunch at the DC with TheWillMorgan, former high-stakes online poker player, now training for a neighborhood triathlon. He's still the best at Mental Magic (I have my doubts that it's a real game, but he really knows how to BS if it isn't).
7:00pm - My last class of Kickboxing at Smith College. I had done my final presentation/combo last week, so the seniors and juniors just did sparring. Roundhouse kicks, tip kicks, jabs, spinning backhands, and crosses for about 40 minutes. Gotta say I regretted not warming up for that one. Here's a picture of a cute gal in the class delivering a front kick to the ole' groin (she apparently trains with her boyfriend, lucky bastard).
10:00pm - See "Blades of Glory" with my MoHo friend Chelsea, a.k.a. Mofunkers/Cajones. Much to the chagrin of Kristi, I met her off Myspace zomg jealousy time! No, it's ok, she said it wasn't a date and that I wasn't getting any action (burn), but she was a barrel of sarcastic fun anyway (she has a bf in West Virginny, so not only partial burn).
Friday
11:20am - I'm late to work at Boyden Gymnasium, to swipe cards and watch some sweaty old guys play basketball against younger bucks. Be glad there are no pictures of forests of backhair here.
7:15pm - Here's me passing out at the front lobby desk during my Building Supervisor shift (don't worry, it's just a pose...I don't put my legs up on the desk when sleeping). It's a pretty great job: unlock doors, make sure people don't die, give directions, use a walkie-talkie, etc.
12:30am - Party at Vinny's house that I just stop by with my roommate Kristina and her bf. They are old poops and only want to stay a few minutes, so I make my time worthwhile and pound a shot of 151 straight after a few screwdrivers before I went. I can see why they invented the chaser, but hey, I need some chest hair. Unfortunately, Kristina's breathalyzer says I'm 0.02, which is pathetic. Damn tolerance, I'm not trying to build you! Her bf is 0.20. Dammit.
Saturday:
1:15pm - Enter PLO rebuy tournament for $30. Only 10 show up, but I tell myself when I wake up that I will win this, because I'm the best PLO player there, period.
7:50pm - After making a bunch of huge suckouts and knocking out 5 players, I agree to a chip-count deal and take down $150 for first. If only I had this much confidence with anything else.
11:30pm - Arrive with Eoin and Brendan at some girl's afterparty in Noho for Albino Rhino (of course there was no actual band even there, just someone spinning old records in the living room). Some Smithies inform us that it's National Makeout Day, but alas, there is no meeting of the tongues, and somehow Eoin fails at tapping a very attractive woman named Nanique after there was much soft-touching and interpersonal communication.
1:15am - The B43 in Noho blows right past our bus stop. wtf. A pleasant Moho named Yesenia calls up PVTA to complain to no avail, but being a master of the bus schedule, has us take the 39 to Hampshire where the 38 will pick us up right after. I thank her for her service and smile, and get off the bus. Random girl yells out window asking my full name so she can Facebook me later.
2:21am - I am Facebooked. Alas, she is engaged (she's 20 years old). That's just how I run folks.
Sunday:
11:45am - I get up and put up an away message stating "I better accomplish something today".
6:30pm - I hit the gym for some pullups, bicep curls, tricep extensions, and front squats, but only get triceps and pullups done before my softball meeting.
7:00pm - Softball playoffs meeting. Free pizza, soda, and awkward conversation. Lasted 30 minutes, and no new information, but I'll take the calories, thanks.
11:45pm - I didn't accomplish anything today (unless you count half a workout and getting fatter accomplishing anything).
Monday:
10:35am - Get up and get to the DC to eat, then work on my 4-pager comparing the act of stalking between a Hindi film and a Japanese anime film.
4:10pm - Brief sighting of Kittygirl at the Writing Center. My heart skips a beat, and I manage to make that stupid point that slick business execs make instead of any sort of normal salutation. Makes my day obviously.
5:30pm - Most unmotivated paper ever. I'm catching senioritis like the plague.
7:00pm - Watch "Tears of the Black Tiger", a Thailand film making a mockery of the spaghetti Western. Looks like they colored in the buildings with pastels.
11:30pm - Me still doing this damn blog entry, and providing you nothing but text so far. I suck., but hey, I'm the first to post this week!
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
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