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| Thursday, June 24, 2004 So, a few days ago, Andy, Alex and I went to the Denny's. Now, at the Denny's there is a crane game, and last time i went with the fellas, they had to literally pry my away from it, and throw me into the car, because I wanted to keep playing. They're always giving me a hard time for playing those things, because you never win. Well, when I was there the other day, i FUCKING WON BABY! That's right, I am now the proud owner of a Catbert doll. How about 'dem apples?! Anyhow, I wanted to share my joy of winning with you, O' my faithful readers, so I have toiled to produce this: THE CRANE GAME!! bask in my dorkiness.
Thursday, June 17, 2004 Believe it or not, this actually was my away message for a couple minutes today: dreaming of rainbows and ponies and fluffy kitty cats while napping on a twinkly cloud of happiness... but then again, at one point, it was also this: i'm wallowing under a storm cloud of despair and loneliness. somebody save me before the darkness completely engulfs my decrepit soul and i become merely the shell of a person, meandering through the days like the sad ashes of a burnt out fire...
Well, it's been a few days since I've updated this, so here it goes. First things first, here's a quote from StrongSad: Me: oh go home StrongSad: i am ham It's good to know that he is ham. So, now that i'm back from florida, I can again complain about how boring glendale is. I dunno, I just really have nothing to do. I guess it's kind of good, because there's nothing I really WANT to do. But I hate just sitting around all day. I get so anxious. Where IS everybody, and why does EVERYBODY ELSE HAVE SOMETHING TO NOT INVOLVING ME!! FUCK YOU ALL!!! GO TO HELL YOU SONS OF BITCHES. whores. So, I really dont know what else to say. I'm bored as can be. If anybody's in the LA area, and you're bored too, leave me a comment. Really. ANYBODY. I guess that's all I got. I'll update later if I think of anything.
Saturday, June 12, 2004 I felt like I had to write something, but I really dont know what to write about, so... A Warning in Advance: it is very likely that this posting will be long, rambling, boring, and without any central topic. Consider yourself warned. So, I'm here in florida. I never thought I'd be so ready to go back to Glenhell. I mean, maybe home's boring as fuck and all, but at least I know some people there. It's weird being in Miami. All we've done is visited my family (jewish families, by the way, are very... quirky...), and my parents' friends from their younger years. I mean, I lived in Miami for 5 years, and Orlando for another 5, so the majority of my life has been in Florida, but for the life of me, I don't know any of these people. It's because we left Miami when I was 5, and I really have very few memories of it. I remember stupid things, like the shape of the deco Publix sign (the grocery store in Florida), or the Little Caesar's next to the big, shiny, black bank (which, by the way, is now gone, and the bank is now grey and dull). But, I dont remember most of these people, and I really have nothing to say to them, even though they keep trying to talk to me. I really don't want to go over what USC is like anymore. I dont want to hear about Howard Johnson again. I dont want everyone thinking that I'm some kind of computer genius, and that I'm going to be doing something with computers for a living. I just want them to leave me alone. I dont want to kiss, hug, or shake hands with another person. But I have to do it anyway, because they're family, and it bugs the hell out of me. I mean, do I really need to meet my father's cousin's daughter-in-law, or my great granduncle's step-son's nephew? I mean, you can connect anybody to anybody, but at what point are they not considered part of the family anymore? Is it just those intelligent few who never go to the reunions? Also, this is kind of personal, and I probably shouldn't write about it, but whatthehell, ya know? My grandma on my pops's side (not Gogi, for those of you who have met her), is absolutely insane. I mean, I'm not speaking loosely at all here. She's nuts. She's paranoid, she's got OCD, she's got social anxiety, and, apparently, she's battled depression all her life. But the saddest part is that she's just old. We went to see her, and she's just so small, and pale. It's not the way I remember her being. I mean, this woman has a Ph.D. in Psychology, and now she's in some home; and that place gives me the creeps by the way. I mean, the namecards on people's doors are removable. I know WHY they're removable, but it's creepy all the same. But I digress. It's just sad to see what happens. My grandfather's funeral was a few days ago. Funerals suck. They really do. I had the chance to see him in the casket, but I passed. Not something I really needed to see. I think it made it easier on me. Everybody else was crying, and I was about to, but then I realized that I would have been crying because of other people, and not because of my grandfather, and that was just lame to the max. So I sat there, with the rabbi giving his spiel about "Horsey," which is what they used to call him, and the life he led. Funerals are weird. All people do is give little anecdotes about the poor sonofabitch (or daughterofabitch). But for the next couple days, all I could do was think of little stories about my grandfather, my parents, my brother, everyone I knew. It really made me think, what stories would I tell if these people died? It's a strange thing to simplify someone's life down to a half dozen or so stories, but really, that's all we've got to show for someone's life. Hopefully my stories will be good. Going home in a couple days. I hope my summer is good. I really do. Last summer was pretty good. This summer, I need a girl. Sorry, but it's true. It's about fucking time josh had a girl again. Will it happen? Probably not. I'll probably end up staying home and wasting my summer doing nothing. I really hope I find a girl though. Really. I cannot stress this enough, here people. Right up there with girl, is movie. Gotta make something. I doubt the ninja movie will happen, but I'm thinking we could do a suspense or horror picture. That could be good. Ghost or zombie. Something to that nature. I should get The Shirtless Wonder (aka Hong) to write something with me. That could work. Well, I warned all you fuckers that this would be a long post. And, here it is, winding down to the end. And this post, is in fact, quite lengthy. Lets recap, just in case you missed it: - Dont like Miami Wow. Done.
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