we didn't come here lookin' for trouble...

Heya,
I'm getting ready to watch the Alkaline Trio The Show Must Go Off DVD. My nice neighbor let me borrow it for a while.
I'm not really looking forward to working tomorrow. Hopefully, being StupidBowl Sunday and all, we won't have too many people coming in wanting stuff. I'd rather just hang around and goof off. I've never been a big sports guy. Skateboarding excluded. And the '85 Bears game exluded also. To this day, the only reason I pay any sort of attention to the NFL is to see what chance I have at making my SuperBowl Shuffle LP a duo, but from what I've been hearing about 'dem Bears, I shouldn't hold my breath.

will not power

Feeling pretty blah tonight. I've been giving a lot of thought to things that have been raining on my parade. And it's only January for bejeesus sake! So far this year has started out just like any other year. I make resolutions. I break resolutions. Absolutely no kind of change is happening in the areas I would like them to. Then again it IS only January. I'm still smoking. Right now as a matter of fact. That box of nicotine gum is doing nothing but taking up a 3X5 inch space in my top dresser drawer. What was that you say? I have to use it for it to work? When I purchased it, the intentions were there and they felt real. I felt like it was time to do the Cigarette Mash. But I came home and put it in the top drawer. The arsenal is there at least. I just need to get back into the same mind set to quit. When did I lose it? I've basically come to the assumption that it's entirely a will-power issue. Need to brush up on those some how. Like I said. I'm feeling pretty blah. You know what? I've been thinking about getting a real job again. This situation my roomate and I are in is beginning to materialize into a really messed up scene. The sad truth is only money can fix the situation. And we do not have any. And I barely make any. And he is getting ready to start barely making any. And I suspect in June we'll both be looking for one bedroom apartments. I haven't lived by myself in five years but I do remember that it's not fucking cheap. Starbucks checks and tips just won't cut the mustard. I'm starting to wonder if my college graduate window closed a long time ago and I've just been in denial. Trying and trying to get my shit together and it just never seems to work out. It's got to be a will power thing. Maybe I'm just feeling blah.

It's only coffee and muffins people...

I don't know about this new store thing. It seems, thus far at least, that none of these people have any sort of Ralph Macchio. I mean, I laid down a couple one-liners that almost anyone would be proud to call their own, and all I got in return were blank-starred responses. Although, this one girl I worked with today was somewhat interesting. We were bouncing things off each other, in the verbal sense, and things were just clicking. We even realized we went to the same high school and knew some of the same people. I thought, " Cool. At least there is one person here that I can joke around with. We even kind of think on the same level." Then she said, "I just can't believe that after seven years at Starbucks, I'm out of here in ...45 minutes. It's my last day!" I thought, "yeah...great...I should've been expecting something like that..." So she's gone. And I'm left with Ralph Macchio. The kind where the store is completely empty and we just stand there and think to ourselves...I'll say or do something I deem hilarious...nothing happens...so I rejoin them in the think-to-yourself-and wait-for-a-customer-robotic-serious-boring-freaking-existance. Christ! It's completely nerve racking! I just want to yell, " You serve coffee and muffins for a living! Lighten the fuck up"! But I don't. I should though. I just might.

On another note, I think practice is cancelled tonight due to our bass player's workplace being maliciously bombarded by the dreaded MyDoom virus. I guess he'll be working late. Fuckin' computer nerds...Are your lives so meaningless that creating viruses that screw up other peoples computers and lives gives you some sort of sick pleasure? I think these virus creators deserve a good swift kick in the nads. Go home and break out the D&D like you used to. Being a Level-87 psychotropic gelfling snake with pointy sideburns was fun. Remember? Yes you do...nerds.

today i've:
worked at new store. (more about this later)
went to dr. appointment
got a library card
now i must nap.

Pope John Paul 2: Electric Boogaloo

I walked into the kitchen this morning to get some coffee and my roomate was watching the news. This is what I saw. Only I saw the video version. I had only been awake for maybe a minute. Undeniably weird. Is this any sort of sign about how this day will go? Is there a not-so-hidden message here? Catholicism: Try it out, holmes! It's fresh! Ah, I know your dirty tricks, Popey. I just hope they were blastin' some Nucleus or my beloved Fat Boys from the boombox as they were jammin'.

My old electro-bar
Tonight was my last night at the State and Ohio Starbucks. I was very unexpectedly sad that I was leaving. I made some friends there that were fun to work with. A couple of whom I'm supposed to go out with on Thursday night for some beers. The last time we went out I drank more that my fair share of PBR and ended up, in this order, dropping a bowling ball on my big toe, walking down to the pins and proceeded to kick them all down (it counted as a strike), make fun of someone that I didn't even know, steal the bowling shoes because I really really liked them, began to limp home until I was offered a ride by one of my friends. Thursday Reminder: Tone it down a bit. I'll have to because I will probably only be able to afford a couple PBRs. Anyway, we had a lot of good times at that store and I'm sad to leave it. The picture is the bar that I've rocked for the past 6 months. I've made thousands upon thousands of drinks on it. Yeah, it's messy. Bye bye, bar. Electro-bar. My new store has the older manual bar. The La Marzzocca. Or something like that. It'll take me a few to remember the older bar. You know, to get comfortable with it again. Whatever. Enough babblin'. Tonight will be the usual as of late: Mr. Show until I crash.

It's either really late or really early. Or both. I slept from 6pm until 1am and now I'm awake and have already recieved my required minimum of six hours sleep. Now what? I had been just now messing around with Photoshop and a dinosaur picture I took today at this little toy store window that I always pass by on my way home from the train. They're wearing sunglasses. Well, I Photoshopped them on. I don't know why I did that. I just did. And it's funny. I was attempting to incorporate it into the banner, but no such luck. I miss my friend Jason who, by means of Georgia and North Carolina, now lives back in Champaign-Urbana. He would crack up and maybe pee if he were to see the dinosaur picture. We used to be totally into drawing the funniest, most screwed up pictures we could think of and then compare to see who's were funnier. Those days used to make my lungs hurt so much from all the laughing. Anyway, once we collaborated on this one drawing/watercolor picture of a dinosaur with really, really nice respectable designer denim jeans. Complete with the fashionable stitching. It was so good. I have to get my hands on that picture. It'll definately be on here if I do. I think I'll try and figure out a way to go down to Champaign soon to visit him. See, it's times like these when I really want my truck back from my Dad. Maybe I'll just have to bus it. Yikes. I guess I'm going back to sleep since there's nothing else to do. Good Night. Good Morning.

There is a reason...

Someone at work this morning told me that there is, in existence, and hereby the sole reason for me to finish college and make some real money, a real life transformer car. It tranforms into a robot. And I'm gettin' it. I don't know who makes it or when it's going to be availible for commercial purchasing, but I'll be ready. I wonder if I can still sit in the car while it's a robot. And maybe make it walk around. While I'm still sitting in it. That would be fun for going through the drive-through window. Not to mention the fact that if I'm in a traffic jam, just transform the fucker and step over the little wussy cars that are blocking my path. That's right, nerds. Get outta my way!

It's Pumpkininny!

Gettin' ready for a nap attack. Because I probably won't be sleeping that much tonight. I've got practice at 6pm, and then when I get back home I've got tons of reading to do. Mostly anthropology crap. Then I have to be up at 3am for work again. I only have three more days at my current store. Boo frickety hoo. I don't have too much to say today. Other than my roomate finally got a job. Which is a good thing but I'm way too tired to display any show of emotion right now. yay!? I tried...nappy-nap-nap. It's Pumpkininny! I can't get Mr. Show quotes outta my head. Oh, I'm purchasing the first and second season dvd from a co-worker. I can't wait.

meet the kitties

Say hello to Muffer and Mogwai, the latter also affectionately refered to as Meatloaf or just plain old Meat. You can't tell from her picture (the kitty closest to you) but her body resembles a furry meatloaf, if there ever was such a thing. And I believe there has been. These furry lil' bastards spend their days chasing each other around the apartment and sleeping on my bed. They kind of make me wish I was a cat sometimes. Cats don't have any bills or jobs to go to. Mrs. Mufferton is probably the snottiest cat you've ever met. She thinks she's the kitten with class and will get pissed off at you if you give her water from the tap. It has to be Brita with ice or get ready for some cat scratch fever.

uh oh... i'm dangerous now. let the hilarity with help via visual aids begin...

This picture posting nonsense is methodically driving me insane, or to Cleveland, or which either I arrive at first. I can upload jpegs to my FTP site, but when I try and post them from there to this site all I get are these little red x boxes. From the above line I can see this will be one of those all too familiar "I-cant-pull-off-a-good-joke" days. See what I mean...yikes.

full-frontal lobotomize me.


-Science Officer Zoltan of Rhezombular Sector 999

The fellow band guys are going to the Brew and View at midnight to see The School of Rock. I am not. I really don't feel like going out.

I'm getting ready to hit the sack but I wanted to blog somethin'. ...And this is it. I'm going to watch some Mr. Show and crack up until I fall asleep. I need to purchase the DVDs of the full seasons. Ebay=cheaper. Sometimes...

Still workin' on the pictures-in-the-blog thing. My fancy-ass new digital camera is rarin' to go. Money is reqired, of which is scarce at the current time. Roomate with no job = broke-ass-aquasaur.

p.s.

I NEED more Mr. Show episodes. ...I'm an addict.

Well smack my ass and call me Sally...

The Hirudin temporary page is up and with a couple of presents for you to hear. These two songs were recorded with the previous drummer. I'm sure we'll have a few more MP3s up soon enough and you'll get to hear me rockin' the drum kit. As for right now, I'm headed over to my new store to put in a few hours and then it's straight to practice from there. I worked at my old store already this morning. Oh, and I dressed up like a pirate and served a latte to and older gentleman. I don't think he quite understood that I was only trying to be funny. He just looked at me like there was something wrong with me and walked the other way. Ah, what's one customer to the Starbucks empire. One today atleast.

so i hear that The Art Institute has a porn appreciation class... in which students make their own porn films...what the hell am i doing going to community college over the internet? oh right, i don't have 100 g's for a college education. i'll have to settle for the degree-n-save. i wonder if my diploma will be black and white with a big army green stripe across the front...

sorry for the ugly. i'm messin' around with the HTML and attempting to figure some things out. anyone know how to post an image, like a permanent one in the titlebar? please email me if you do. or comment. it would be very much appreciated.

the resolutions live

i've decided not to give up on the new years resolutions that i had planned out for myself. it may seem cheesy, but i've been on this downward hell-spiral and by doing these things that i said i would, i think i can use my bus tranfer to hop on the upward non-hell spiral.
so far today i have:
got the hair-chopper i've been meaning to get for quite a while now. i had been trying to grow it out a bit and it just wasn't working out. gone.
purchased some important items from walgreens including:
vitamins: i figure those are probably of some importance.
nicotine gum: damn it, i'm going to quit this time.
some new fancypants citrus breeze toothpaste: finally! a choice other than mint.(remember the ghostbusters grape toothpaste? i miss it.)
targon mouthwash for them nicotine and coffee stains: grody-to-the-moto. my teeth aren't that bad, but they could use some shaping up. especially since i won't be smokin' the ciggies. word to my mother.
the strange part is that after all was said and done, the total dollar amount was exactly what i had in my wallet. and i'm taking that as a sign.
and i now i can't afford beer. school starts this week anyway, i'll have almost no time for old pyle.

alrighty then. BlogSpeak isn't working so my comment section is down. i'll find another comment thing and hook it all up nice ...up in here. today i've:

1. successfully removed a virus from the ol' computadora: TRUE
2. installed a brand new firewall and anti-virus software: TRUE
3. started an ultra-christian bible-thumping cult consisting of mostly drunk muppets: FALSE
4. asked a starbucks customer if she would like a cup with her latte: TRUE
5. found some cool pants and a cool shirt at the thrift store: TRUE
6. saw a half naked girl presumably swedish from her accent trying on clothes at said thrift store: TRUE
7. slapped by affore mentioned swedish girl for gawking: FALSE (surprisingly)
8. made a trail of hamburgers leading to outside of my starbucks to get "the fat lady" the hell out: FALSE
9er. used the term "9er": TRUE
10. purchased a sixer of old pyle: FALSE...but i'm still contemplating...

first, i want to give a shout out to pop-up ads and computer viruses: fuck off and your mothers are whores.
thank you.

secondly, new years resolution of sobriety: bye freakin' bye.

next, peoples gas: you are absolutely heartless. i have cats for bejeesus sake.(do ya understand what i'm sayin' here?) nothing makes me sadder than a frozen meeper.

bed time for me. muffins and coffee serving await at 4:45am. yee haw. i'm transfering stores next week. racine and wrightwood here i come. yay.

last night i was so mad that i had to get out of the house. so, after being basically blown off by a certain ms. kristen, i decided to head up to club foot and have a few PBRs by myself. i used to go there alot, and every once in a while i'll go hang out there with hopes of seeing some old friends from the good 'ol days. but seriously, every time i go, not one person i know shows up. not one. isn't that strange? sure chuck is always there, but he has to be. i remember once i worked the door at club foot because i needed to make some extra cash (hmmm...kinda like now...) and yeah, i had my way with the free beer. but some wise-ass thought it would be cool to steal the big blue mag-lite flash light i was using to check i.d.s with. so i had to use the money i made that night to buy them a new mag-light. and those big ones aren't cheap. that sucked. i'm old stylin' it up right now. gonna search through some old cd's to see what i can find...

g'night.

pissed off in a really cold apartment on belmont...

i'm so mad right now i can't even tell you. i really really can't tell you. because i don't know who will end up reading this blog. let's just say i'm fucking sick of lazy people and people who say they're going to do things and they don't. and then go as far as to lie about it in hopes of saving the slightest bit of face. i'm sick and fucking tired of people who cannot take resonsibility for themselves and procrastinate and make others pay the price for their lack of eptitude. is that even correct grammar? or even a word? fuck it. i've made my point. now what am i going to do about it?...

snicey. comment section added, peeps. i'm getting ready to head out to the ghetto community college to get my U-PASS and my books. i hope i don't get stabbed. after all, the wilson stop on the redline is notorious for all sorts of violence. better bring the straight razor. i've been practicing my "i'll cut you..." in a whispery voice.

proof of ADHD

For the first time ever, I'm playing in a band that is actually getting shit done. It's strange to me. I've played in many bands over the last 5 years and each time it seemed like we were stuck in quicksand or something. We always had songs to play but for some reason, as a functioning band, the horses pulling the carriage had their feet welded to the ground. The carousel bands. This time them horses must have put on some roller skates. I know I would if I was a horsey. Horsies are funny. But i digressy. Now I sip my coffee. Driny Drinky. Mikey likes coffee. Ok, I'll stop...y.
i'm very excited about all that's happening right now. We sound sort of like a Jawbreaker-Bivouac/Dear You-era/ Jawbox-y (ha.) type thing. I really like it. Look for Hirudin.net to be up soon as well as Hirudin playing at a bar near you, that is if you live in Chi-town for now at least, starting in February. Once shows are confirmed I'll post them here or you can check the website. (when did I start using caps?)

...drawing a blank...

since i don't work until 4pm today, i stayed up for most of the night glued to the real world new orleans marathon on mtv. after each and every episode i thought to myself, "my bed is really cozy and i should go lay in it. but there's no real world in my room. no tv." so i ended up bringing my pillows and blankets out to the livingroom because i just had to keep up on what was going on, especially with melissa. she looks nothing like yet acts very much like a certain recent breaker-upper de yours truly...i know, i know. you don't have to say it. i'm still a little bent on the whole situation, but what can i do? not a hell of a lot.

so, on every commercial break they kept airing this commercial for "fired up!" techno songs...i seriously watched that commercial at least 30 times and regrettably a few of those songs have etched their way into my head.
fuck eiffel65 and their blue(ba da bee). why are they dressed up like chuck d. from public enemy anyway? and their stage setup cracks me up. "the bubble bunch, the bubble bunch" is all i can think of from the space nerds in "dude, where's my car?" whenever i see that part of the commercial.

there's a camel hiding in my house...

i had to change the template here. the orange and white contrasting was slowly burning my retinas. not doin' so well on the no smoking thing. i'm just about ready to rip my haircut off. i must search the house for a cigarette. i know i must have hid some just for such an occasion...but where?

i'm off to move our gear into the new band space. i haven't even seen it yet. i really don't feel like doing anything today as i'm trying to recover from last nights chaos. ug.