[14 Dec 2009|04:57am] ifadefrommyself 586 214 0950 call that number brittany whitaker stole my myspace and email post comment

[13 Dec 2009|10:51pm] mokk You can now buy a set of 5 of my crochet snowflakes from my etsy shop for just $9 (that's £5) with FREE P&P to the UK. etsy.com/shop/mokk Awesomeeee! 1 comment|post comment

[13 Dec 2009|04:41pm] thejazzgenre [ music | James Brown ] Damn, nothing makes me drag ass more than laundry day. I've got most things about being an adult down except laundry. I don't mind doing dishes, grocery shopping or cleaning but for some reason I can't bring myself to throw things in a machine and have them done in an hour. However, I haven't been a complete slacker. Yesterday I sewed one of my saddle bags and I should have it finished later this evening. It's not the biggest bag, but hopefully it will discourage me from packing needless supplies. That's about it, really. post comment

the list. buy me this stuff. [13 Dec 2009|02:42am] ifadefrommyself Tmberland men's earthkeepers 6 inch boot brown burnished leather - 160 Timberland mens navy/black wool peacoat - 248 Ipath shearling mens brown - 80 Ipod 160 gb. Laptop. Car. pants. Shirts. post comment

[06 Dec 2009|11:15am] thejazzgenre I finally passed the hump of finals week when I turned in my longest, nine page, term paper. From here on out I just need to edit my two other essays, check for structure and grammar, then turn them in. I'm essentially done and happy. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the world of academia but I also enjoy time to utterly rot my brain. Oh, listening to CCR reminded me of an awesome quote. It is John Fogerty speaking about playing a 3am set at Woodstock while everyone is sound asleep: "We were ready to rock out and we waited and waited and finally it was our turn... ...there were a half million people asleep. These people were out. It was sort of like a painting of a Dante scene, just bodies from hell, all intertwined and asleep, covered with mud. And this is the moment I will never forget as long as I live: a quarter mile away in the darkness, on the other edge of this bowl, there was some guy flicking his Bic, and in the night I hear, "Don't worry about it John. We're with you." I played the rest of the show for that guy." Upon reading this I had the realization that in another lifetime I dream to be that guy. How epically rock and roll. Let's see here. In other news I was at the bar celebrating Sue's birthday and it was grand. We had a few drinks, sang some karaoke, and everyone had a good time. I even struck up a conversation with one of her friends and we hit it off. Apparently I have a date for Tuesday afternoon, keepin' things fresh. Maybe I'm shooting myself in the foot here, but I don't think I'm going to go out to Oregon for the New Year. As much as I would like to head west traveling on a bus would fucking suck and the train is too expensive. I figure that it would just be better to plan a trip out there for summer. More time would allow me to hang out in Portland for a week or so, then bike around and get a tour out of it. I've been looking into Crater Lake, the Redwoods, and the Oregon coast. Waiting would allow for the best of both worlds, really. As of now I can see my breath when I step outside, so it's far too early to think of such matters. I'll just end up torturing myself. 1 comment|post comment

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