too late

For whatever reason, I kept thinking that I forgot to close doors. I got to school got out of my car, walked far enough so my car was out of sight and then I thought that I forgot to close my car door. So I went back to check. I then opened the passenger door and dumped off a book or something, then the same distance away, I thought I had forgotten to close my passenger door. Then I dealt with mainly doors that automatically close or doors that are meant to remain open, but when I got home and used the microwave that same "Did I forget to close the door" feeling came creeping back. Just think about it. Did you remember to close your car door? I have to make every single one of my actions so memorable that it doesn't bother me for an entire day. Did I close my car door? Hell yes I closed my car door. I ordered 19 elephants to kick an ostrich at my door to close it. Pretty soon PETA will be on my ass if I keep that up.

I got a record player. The record player came in a box that was in a box that was in another box with a piece of paper in it and it can even be argued that the record player itself is another box. What was really bothersome about it was each box was even more tightly fitting than the last. Either I misread something or they changed the meaning of "automatic." I don't know. I don't have room in my room for speakers, but this one has them built in. Sometimes I put the player on the wrong setting and thingggssss.... plllllaaaaaaaaaayyy... verrrrrrrryyy... slooooowwwwwllly. But when have I known what I was doing? My Dad told me that people listen to CDs these days.

Groundwater is no fun.

I feel like screaming in slow motion.

new year

It's the year of the ox. Remember in Oregon Trail where your ox would die from typhoid or like.. oxen cancer or something? Neither do I. I don't remember much about that game. Except me and my buddy would load up on guns and bullets instead of clothes and extra wheels and other essential items for survival. That's probably why we never could beat our teachers score. He was smarter than us at the time. But seriously.. the best part about that game was the hunting. So I don't think we did anything wrong by choosing the doctor or lawyer who had the most money and just go nuts with our 2nd amendment rights. Yeah... I think it's the 2nd. So we'd go hunting and just shoot the hell out of whatever moved. We mostly filled the screen with buffalo, bears, and the occasional deer. The small animals moved too damn fast. And that message of only being able to carry back 1 buffalo never phased us either. We went for the high score every time. At least 4 buffaloes were shot plus a random assortment of other animals who managed to dive in front of our bullets. Why the hell am I talking about Oregon Trail... Happy New Year.

()90o

"Back into your cocoon butterfly."

red sweater

I for some reason had a dream about a girl where I gave her an oversized red sweater I was wearing. And she smiled sweetly.

I think I need to get a red sweater. But I don't wear sweaters unless they have buttons, which would make it a cardigan. Buttons are so stylish. Except on pants. My dad told me why I should never buy button-fly pants, because that shit gets to be the most complicated thing in the world in a time of duress (ie when you have to pee).

I feel so light headed. My printer is all kinds of mad at me for forcing in high quality paper though it's wonderfully precise mechanisms. Those stupid printer fumes make me soooooo light headed... how the hell do people who sniff glue and huff paint enjoy this?

EIT

Now would be a good time to give me some bad news because I'm absolutely euphoric. I passed the EIT exam. I'm this close to tattooing "EI fucking T" across my forehead. But with the font size I envision, I'll need a bigger forehead. Maybe I'll tattoo it across my chest and just walk around shirtless all the time. Sure I'll probably get sick a lot and 7-11 will refuse service ("No shoes, no shirt, no service" for the slower ones) but it'll be worth it.

"CONGRATULATIONS!

We are pleased to inform you that you have successfully passed the Engineer-in-Training examination. This letter will serve as temporary evidence that you now hold a valid Engineer-in-training certificate. A formal certificate will be prepared and mailed to you within four to six weeks.

If you would like to request an application for the Professional Engineering examination, contact the Board at (916)263-2222 or visit our website at www.pels.ca.gov

EXAMINATION AND LICESING STAFF"


They really could've chosen a better font. Not that I'm an expert on that sort of thing... but come on. Give me some serifs.

Scorpio

So there's this song. It's called Scorpio.
So there's this girl. She's a Scorpio.


So?

t-cells

Being sick is cool. You feel so damn awful and the bacteria or germs or whatever are inside you trying to just beat the shit out of your t-cells. I remember t-cells because they were in this really nice production about AIDS that I saw in 5th grade. Although I'm not sure I'm spelling it right... or even getting it's proper function in the body. All I know is, the AIDS virus tricked the hell out of the t-cell and it was let into this house. It was a symbol for the body or something. And you're probably thinking, was it the back door or the front door? It was neither. It was the side gate. But all I remember is t-cell and it's retarded eyes and mask and white jumpsuit. I'm sure I've mentioned this before. It's just one of those things that's stuck in my head... why the t-cells?

free screws

Those stupid screws. Nowhere has them. Even the place that I really thought would have them didn't. I wound up getting the closest thing to them from a place on La Palma. I still feel weird about not having to pay for them. The guy there so carefully pulled out a bag for me, tossed in the screws and told me to stick it in my shirt pocket. He then said, "No charge." and I was like, "No charge?" and he nodded and I started to walk out and I asked, "Are you sure?" So then he said "Yep" or something and I said thanks and I still feel like I stole the screws. So... if you ever need any hardware stuff go there. I guess this bit of crappy advertising will take care of the 60 cents or so that I owe them... I should've thrown a dollar at him and ran away.

McFadden Dale Industrial Hardware
2925 E La Palma Ave Anaheim, CA 92806
http://hstrial-mcfaddendalei.homestead.com/




Oh. And don't wear a tie... you'll just feel awkward.

tired.

I get tired sometimes. If I'm tired and I don't get enough sleep my eyes do stuff. Stuff I would prefer not to happen.


Tomorrow I'll be a criminal for like.. 10 minutes. 15 if there's a line. Maybe not a criminal, but I'm a terrible liar. That's all I have to say.

nelsonwritessomethingstupid.

onebigmess. onegreatbigmess. sometimesidaydreamaboutthings. youcanseemejuststaringatthewallorsomething. theworstpartaboutitisthatwhenifinallysnapoutofittheteacheralwayssayssomethinglike, 'thatisthemostimportantpartofthistopic.' andinmyheadi'mjustthinking, 'wellshit.' rememberthatwillowzalbumthathadthelyricslikethis? thatstupidthingdrovemenuts. butitdidactuallyhavethelyricswhichwasnice. typinglikethisisprobablyreallyhorribleonyoureyes. stoppingmyselffromhittingthespacebarisalsocausingminordamagesontheinsidesofme.

goodnight.

poop book.

Hi. I bought my textbook from India. The book or something in that package smelled like poop.

A man had a sign that read, "FEAR GOD." or something like that. Then I decided that I would take a flyer from him. I don't know why. I read his flyer too. The sign really really really didn't go well with his flyers.

forks.

It took a couple hours, but I have gas. I also have homework. Finally. Sweet sweet homework. No longer do I pull my hair out over nothing. I have homework. And last Friday that lady didn't yell at me as I had expected. She even validated my parking. But those damn screws! So now I wait for another Friday to continue my search. An entire week without being able to play standard tuning guitar. Not that I know what I'm doing, but my other shit is missing a string. Don't even get me started about the classical one either. If you want to know shit guitars you look at that shit. 'Hey, didn't I see you at a wastewater purification plant?' and my guitar replied, 'Yes. Why yes you did. You did see me. Why? I am a shit.'


I need ideas.

muuh...

...but now I can't get her out of my head.

number 9.

I forgot how to breathe today. All I could think was, "No. No. No. No. No. NO. No. No..."

She trips me up.




I just found out that Ron Asheton passed away... a few paragraphs into reading of his death, 'No Fun' started playing.

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Happy New Year.

Here we go again, playing the fool again.
Here we go again, acting hard again.