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Saturday, January 20th, 2007
1:45 pm	Troubling Ruminations Me- You know what would be a bad idea? Orm- No, what? Me- (picking up live AK-47 bullet) Sticking this live ammo in the microwave. Orm- Yeah, that is a bad idea. I mean, I think that's pretty obvious. Why would you even say that? Me- I'm just throwing it out there. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 15th, 2006
2:46 am	Musings/Thursday Poker First of all, I suggest we begin a weekly poker game at 8 on Thursday night. A five dollar buy in is required. This can begin this Thursday and carry on through graduation. It is a mandate, and if you read this and go to Miami and know me, you must attend. Let me know. Also, while I was urinating a little while ago, it occured to me how surreal work is. I just couldn't picture myself meandering around Scoreboard market stocking shelves, it seemed so bizzare. I dunno what it is, it just doesn't seem like something I would do. In any event, I guess that's that. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, November 13th, 2006
12:56 am	Good Times: Record of a Wasted Weekend For the past few weeks, I have had at least one major project, paper, presentation, etc due in every single one of my classes. As many of you know, last Thursday at 5:00 PM Eastern Standard Time, I was officially done with this hellish marathon of read, writing, and researching. So now it's almost midnight on Sunday, and I have to say, I have not done a God damn thing since Thursday, and it feels fantastic. Yes, I'll have to work a little harder on my reading this week, but I don't care. But enough of this, what did I actually do this weekend... Well, promptly at 5 on Thursday I left class and went to Steinkellers with Sean, Jenna, and Ben. There I proceeded to drink copiously of German brew. After this we came back and played tons and tons of puzzle fighter followed by some Halo 2 at Ian's, which was pretty great, then we went to have a little birthday celebration for Erin at her place. It was a pretty good time (though there was an unfortunately long telephone call which needed to be taken, but in the end it helped resolve lots of stuff in an ultimately good way). We played some kings and hung out, but something amazing happened. Though I only played one game of beerpong that night, it was to begin and unprecedented winning streak which has yet to close. Don't ask me how many games it has been, but I have not lost a beerpong game since Thursday night, and since I'm in no way an above average player, I found this to be pretty amazing. Anyway, Friday work sucked and class was all right, but I was able to come home and waste yet more time playing puzzle fighter and drinking with Sean until Erin's official birthday get together at Mac and Joe's. Let me tell you all, Mac and Joe's is the bar I wish I had discovered long ago. With good, cheap barfood and $4 pitchers of PBR, you can't go wrong. I think one of the highlights of the evening was buying two pitchers and telling the bartender that I only needed two cups (Sean and I took care of our respective beverages). I also bought Erin a 4 horsemen for her birthday. The bartender told me I was mean, but whatever. Anyway, we ended up back at Erin's and played some more beerpong (this is where Sean and I began our streak as winningest team, the game before Wells had been my partner). We pretty much owned hoes all night, then played some battle of the sexes, and I offended someone with a joke about genocide. The funny thing is I didn't even make light of a specific incident, they just had a stupid question or something and I said, "Saying that is like saying, oh, haha genocide." Then this girl informed me that my joke was not funny. I told her I didn't think genocide was funny either, that was the point of the joke. I don't think she liked me very much, but whatever. The next day was full of more time wasting than I can resonably account for. I sat around with Ben and Ian watching football (yeah, I was surprised too) and playing some video games. Then I went to see Borat with Steve and Tyler. I gotta say, Borat was one of the funniest movies I've seen in a while. Done as a straight up mockumentary with a surprisingly solid plot and lots of ridiculousness, it was completely successful in what it set out to do. Anyway, we had some icecream after that then went to Jenna's surprise party. Again, Sean and I owned all in beerpong before playing some kings and coming back to my place for puzzle fighter, where Tyler proceeded to thrash us all severly (I'm shaking my fist at you while I write this hippie!). Anyway, there were beers bonged and whisky drank and vomiting in toilets and more beer being bonged and a pretty intense submission match with Sean that ended in a draw and both of us being pretty dinged up the next day. In the end I got lots of good sleep and ended up wasting today with the Bengal's game (I can't believe they fucking lost) and then some mortal kombat before work. Then there was work and now it's now, so I guess this was a long enough rant. Suffice to say, I wasted this weekend utterly and it was amazing. So far senior year has been a lot of hard work and ridiculous amounts of reading (I will have read close to 20 novels by the semester's end, and this doesn't include articles or poems), but this was a pleasent reminder of the kind of desperate partying that one generally associates with the last months before entering the real world, and I am pleased. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 29th, 2006
12:08 am	New Lj See this tomorrow (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 26th, 2006
8:46 pm	Update What? Okay so I totally slack on entering in this thing, and it isn't like nothing has been happeneing. Let's see... I went home with Phil last weekend to shoot his new AR-15, which was pretty cool. I also go to shoot his SKS and 44. Magnum. The .44 was a pretty mean pistol. All in all it was a good weekend, plus Phil's mom makes an amazing roast, which was perfect since all these damn Dickens novels I have to read for my Dickens course have made me crave chunks of buttered bread and huge things of meat. The potatoes were delicious as well. The puzzle fighter craze has also picked up again. Jackass 2 was great. I can't believe no one died during it. Okay, hmm. This journal is getting somewhat boring right now, isn't it? I have fairly amusing ideas on occasion, but they pass and I have no time to write them down since I'm always reading. But I suppose that's just a symptom of my majors. Meh. Anyway, I have shit tons of outside writing projects I'm working (incredibly slowly) on. But hey, slow progress is better than no progress. Current Music: Slipknot- Heretic Song (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, September 1st, 2006
11:55 pm	Dear People Who Stole Our Beer Pong Table Fuck you. What the fuck were you thinking? Seriously? Okay, so I didn't spend money on the table. Ben did. But still. He's my housemate and former roommate. And besides that fact, I believe that the strongest part of a BP table comes from a communal feeling that you get from its creation. Having it made by someone close to you or by yourself makes it a bonding experience. To steal one is kind of pointless. You could spend 5 bucks on a piece of plywood and get some random piece of shit, but it would still serve your purpose. So the question remains: WHAT THE FCUK!? Why would you do this? It was an otherwise pleasent Wednesday night. Were you drunk? Was there something which made you question your own logic and natural sense of moral right? I must assume that there was some manner of mitigating factor, or else I must acknowledge the possibility of some otherworldly evil that manifested itself upon our fair premises. I don't like to assume this. Anyway, whoever took our BP board, I hope you choke on a cock. In summation, this summer was great. However, I've had a strange sensation upon returning to school. I think that it largely has to do with the obscene amount of work that went into Megaphone Piggy at the end of last semester. Basically, I spent the last month of my Junior year ensuring that this poetry magazine would launch its second issue, and it addition to this, that it would have a kick ass launch party at the end of a massive peotry festival which occured on my campus. Anyway, it kind of felt as if the apex of my collegiate experience could have been then, but it wasn't. Now I'm stuck working in tons of lit classes, my capstone, and a Miami Plan thematic sequence. Gay. Quote of the Times: To judge from the notions expounded by theologians, one must conclude that God created most men simply with a view to crowding hell. Marquis de Sade (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 12th, 2006
4:12 pm	WTF? So, I've never been a big fan of Dashboard Confessional, and the other day that "Screaming Infidelities" song of theirs came on, but I just didn't feel like turning it off, so I listened. Towards the end, I thought I heard a kind of bizarre lyric in the song, but I brushed it off. Surely my ears had been mistaking me. I dismissed what I thought I had heard initially, but it began to bug me a little, so I looked up the lyrics, and sure enough, I had heard correctly. "Avoiding the spots where we'd have speak, and This bottle of beast is taking me home." Dashboard Confessional, for making a reference to Milwakee's Best (the beast) in your song, I give you the "WTF?" award. Current Music: Afroman- Cuz I got High (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 5th, 2006
1:12 pm	Summer Insanity and Randomness So I haven't updated in a while. Lots of stuff has happened this summer so far, so I guess I'll just recount some of the more memorable moments. The face plant incident, which my body is still recovering from. I was giving Rory a piggyback ride after $2 drink night at Skybox. Well, as the incident's name infers, I fell on my face in the middle of the road. My head broke my fall, though my hands got skinned pretty bad. The stigmata is still there. Then again, for landing directly on my head my brain and face faired pretty well and no noticeable marks remain there. So if the left thumb and right palm marks stay I'll have two more scars to add to the hall of stupidity. A Buffalo Wild Wings opened up in CT, which Evan, Colin, Clem and I frequented for a while. Our visits slacked off a while ago, due to the fact that it's like 15 minutes away and there was a 100 wing trip that left us a little tired of the food. Evan also started joining me for $2 Tuesday, which is always good. Paul, Chris, and myself had a big Lebowski tribute BBQ which was pretty fun, if not ridiculous. I'll just say this, Gold Medallion and coke goes down alot easier than it should. Melissa came down with some friends later that night and lots of ridiculous arguments ensued, though none involving Melissa and myself. Melissa, some friends, and I ended up going to Rain Forest Cafe, mini golfing, and to a club, which was a fun night. Though I never figured out what the "special promotional night" was that caused us to pay a ridiculous amount to get into the club, it was still a good time. The Vermont camping trip with Rory, Eric, Matt, and Kate was tons of fun. The first night was spent in Matt's frat house. The couch I slept on smelled and I made a joke about someone pulling a Francesca on it, which I thought was funny until I learned that someone actually had. Then it was not so funny. At the camp site it was pouring the entire time, but we heard an anecdote about a coked up woman lighting herself on fire. The guy who signed us in told us about it, and we noted on our appraisal of the campsite that we were dissapointed in the lack of flaming women during our stay. Some amazing madlibs as well, including a Lebanese vampire that bit people on their foreskin to suck out their manbutter, and a gay apparition that circle-jerked on our fire until it went out. I need to get a copy of the infamous Nomo pic of Matt and I. Pretty ridiculous. Paul and I roadtripped down to Ohio the other weekend to drop some stuff off for school and it was a fun time. Wells might have a new girlfriend, and this time she's actually legal. After seeing him and dropping off my stuff we stopped by some kind of Colonial campsite and I have a picture of myself next to a halfnaked old guy dressed as an Indian. Then my and Paul's keen sense of direction led us to a bar with $1.75 long necks where we took refuge until Orm got back from football practice. We made friends with the bartender Greg. He told us stories about his DUIs in other states while he gave us fried food and beer. We both were pretty sure from the way he talked about the 16 year old waitresses that the 32 year old Greg was a pederast, but he left some beers off our tab so he's all right by me. Later that night we ended up in a corn field where people played beer pong around a fire that was lit in a steel drum. I slept in the truck and mistook Orm's girlfriend Lacy for a CIT from camp back in CT. As you can imagine, much confusion on my part ensued. Though I regret missing most of the cornfield party sleeping in the truck, someone needed to sleep for the 12 hour drive back on Sunday. We left early the next morning, visited Paul's friend Brandon in Pennsylvania around noon (at which time we also grabbed some Yeungling), stopped at Cabella's (the biggest ass outdoor store ever, there's a fucking mountain in the building) for a buffet dinner, and arrived home around 9:30 at night. Not a bad weekend. Peterpalooza went great, that's all I can really say about it. Just the fact that it had a name should make it camp party of the summer. On that note I've been having a blast working at camp, even though it can be mentally taxing at times. I'll probably be back as the Ranger Director next year since some of the counselors I like better will be returning and/or trying to become Ranger counselors. The first few days were interesting, but I finally got in the groove of actually having some measure of authority and now it's really great. Anyway, great summer so far. There were lots of memories not placed here, but I still hold them dear and there's two more weeks of ridiculousness left before school. Oh yeah, we need a name for Orm, Wells, Benny, and my house for next year, so submit entries below as comments. Ben is ultra liberal and a womanizer, Wells is ultraconservative and a pedophile, Orm has no discernable political beliefs and likes drinking/footbal, and I am me, so if you can find some themes that tie us all together that's great. Current Music: Toby Keith- Whiskey for my Men, Beer for my Horses (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 14th, 2006
4:43 pm	Books A short time ago I was finally able to break out of my habit of entirely too much day time television. Two hours of Law and Order and the insessant chatter of Celebrity Poker do not lead to productivity. Anyway, I've spent the last few weeks writing (got up to page 28 on the book), modeling, and when not grilling/drinking white russians at entirely inappropriate times of the day, reading. So far I have gotten my teeth into 4 books, so here is a little review for you all. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Hunter S. Thomson: I loved the movie for a while but just never got around to reading the book. It was great, at least I think so and this should come as no surprise to anyone since so much text from the book was put in the movie. It was an incredibly fast read and on the whole more satisfying than the film (it also blew holes in my whole "time warp" theory as the book is far more clear on when things actually occur and the timeline of the trip). Anyway, for people who don't know it's all about the true story of a journalist and his lawyer/friend going on a drug crazed trip to Las Vegas, apparently to cover a sporting event for Sports Illustrated. Along the way, it turns into a quest for the American dream, as the surreal settings of Las Vegas begin affecting them as much as the drugs. It could fall into any number of genres and can be read on many different levels (including a striking social commentary that people often ignore). While more conservative critiques have blasted it, saying the book promotes drug use (which it at no point does), if you read it as an event that actually happened and can get past that, it's great. If you aren't a small minded puritan who thinks you're morally superior, then you can enjoy it all the more and ignore that last sentence. Great, quick read. Howl, Allen Ginsberg: This long poem is just that, a Howl. Primal and daring in its use of language (for its time), this piece is great and you can really feel the energy of it move. Personally I'd love to perform/see it performed. It starts with a bang that carries through the first part strong, but fades as it moves on. That is my one big criticism of the peace, the fading. Taken alone, I thought the first part was perfect (as well as being the longest) and it seemed to stand alone great. As a howling rant, the first part overshadows the rest and while I finished reading it all I could think was "I hope it regains the energy it lost," but it didn't. Still worth a read though, as it is short and doesn't waste any time. The book came with a number of other, far shorter poems, some of which I liked, some of which I didn't. Dead Sky Black Sun, Graham McNeill: I read two intellectual books, so fuck off, I can get two nonintellectual ones. Dead Sky Black Sun is a Warhammer 40K book (again, I know it's trash, fuck off), which I really liked. Often times I don't like the Warhammer books I've read (which is a number around only 5 or 6) as the subpar authors try and do things that should be left to real writers. Not to dimish what they do, there's just a book difference between commercial fiction and literature. Graham McNeill doesn't have this problem though and sticks to what he knows, brutal violence and action. I loved every page of his cliched descriptions and endless jibber-jabber about a daemon world where people were skinned alive to provide flesh to the bastard mutant children of deranged morticians. If you aren't intrigued by that, stop reading. Basically it follows a dishonored space marine who takes up a death oath to get back into his chapter. His mission, to destroy a dark womb of chaos deep in the earth which produces renegade marines. After about twenty pages, the next 380 are a constant barrage of skinless daemons and mechanical warriors beating the piss out of eachother up until a climactic battle with ridiculous amounts of bloodshed. Enough said about that. Clive Barkers Best of Hellraiser Collection II, Various: Yeah, I know I'm a Hellraiser freak, which is why I bought all three of these collections cheap off Amazon a while back. They are collected comic book tales (apparently there have been a lot made between the late 80's and mid 90's) in some way spinning off of the Hellraiser franchise. Just like the first collection, there were a couple dynamite ones (my favorite about a sadistic blind piano prodigy, it's short and I don't want to give anything away [as if anyone else will read it] but the last panel is amazing), some okay ones, and some that were abstract crap, hard to understand and even harder to see what the hell was going on. Anyway, Phil is probably the only person who would ever ask to borrow it from me, so I'll just say that it was enjoyable at the low price it was aquired for, but if you want a truly good read stick with Barker's The Hellbound Heart. The original is always the best. So that's it, everyone has probably stopped reading by now. Next up is Slaughterhouse Five (which I've been meaning to read forever) and just to round it off, Best of Hellraiser Collection III. (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 9th, 2006
11:20 am	Borax: A Man's Handsoap In the realm of handsoaps, only one can take the title of the True Man's Handsoap, and that handsoap is Borax. Coming in a small cardboard cylinder, borax is a dry powered handsoap that offers a fresh and powerful clean unlike anything you've ever felt before. Though at first you may think the borax is doing nothing, wait for it. You scrub furiously while the water cascades down from the fountainhead, and eventually the tough grains begin to impart their soapy goodness upon you. It's like washing your hands with sandpaper. Once you're done and rinsed dry, this soap will leave your hands feeling a clean you didn't know existed. I think I'm going to go and get some, perhaps even take a shower and get that clean all over my body. Borax: a handsoap for true men. Current Music: Toby Keith- Get Drunk and be Somebody (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 2nd, 2006
10:26 am	Late Night Television I've had some interesting experiences over the past couple weeks staying up ridiculously late and watching what horseshit comes on TV. Here are a couple of my fonder memories... A movie called "Shark Attack 3: Megaladon" on the Sci-Fi channel. Now I know what you're thinking, "Pete, how can you watch those shitty Sci-Fi Channel Original Movies?", that is if you even knew the existed. But wait, you're wrong, it wasn't a sci-fi original, it was a real pick. Straight to video all be it, but legit. I started watching it because, as you all know, I love giant undersea creature movies. If I haven't explained to you my traumatic childhood experiences with water, I won't relate them here, but suffice to say I now enjoy a good water related scare movie. Anyway, the acting in the film was horrible. Easily the worst I've ever seen, and I'm including Attack of the Killer tomatoes in this. But far from a bad thing, it was incredible. I was laughing my ass off the entire time at these poor excuses for actors. Even while signaling to eachother underwater the handmotions seemed forced and uninspired. But the shark attacks took the cake. They were nothing but recycled Discovery Channel footage from shark week along with velociraptor sound effects from Jurrasic Park. I'm glad I watched this film or else I never would have known that shark roar and screech before striking. When they finally attacked a human, all you heard was a sound effect like a guy biting into a hamburger. I'm seriously, the footage was so bad that they had a shark attacking a seal at some point...in the middle of the South Pacific. I don't think seals live in the south pacific or that they swim close to human infested beaches, but I could be wrong on this point. On a personal note, I thought of Tyler at one point when I guy took a digital photo of a shark tooth he was holding in his hand without even looking through the lense and then it magically showed up on his computer seconds later, completely cropped and with a nice white background. Tyler, if a couple weeks ago you shot up in bed with a cold sweat knowing something was not right in the world, that was why. Speaking of terrible movies, I watched some of Pinata: Survival Island, or something like that. The title made little to no sense, but I know it was about a killer Pinata that indians made and set adrift on a river. It was filled with Evil, and came back to life somehow to terrorize college frat kids on a spring break scavenger hunt on a deserted island. That pretty much sums it up. It had that guy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer in it (no, not that guy, the dorky one no one liked except the red head who eventually turned out to be a dyke), and some hot chick that's in alot of teeny movies. Anyway, I don't have much more to say about that one, it was just ridiculous. I also discovered this show on Spike TV called Most Extreme Challenge, or something like that. Again, this happens late at night and my mind ain't too sharp at any time of the day, let alone the wee hours of the morning. Anyway, it's just Japanese gameshow footage taken from this show called Tekashi's Castle, but re-edited and dubbed over with English voices. Let me say this: Japanese game shows are crazy as shit. These people get rampantly abused in every event in insane feats of stupidity. If you think those stupid MTV shows are extreme in their challenges, try watching how the asian half competes (and for probably far less money). Until they've ruined their faces throwing themselves from a huge rope swing into a wall and trying to stick, MTVers got nothing on the crazy asians. The new dialog is also great as the hosts talk about nonsensical things. Last but certainly not least, do you guys remember that episode of Fresh Prince where Hillary's fiance proposes to her while bungee jumping, but the cord doesn't work and he splats into the ground? Then they're all like, "I hope he's okay" and the next scene segways into them all wearing black and the mother being like, "Well, it was a nice service." ? Well, I have. It is probably the best Fresh Prince I have ever seen. The last ten minutes were nothing but dead husband jokes. Will even used the fact that Hillary's fiance died to scare her out of the pool house where she lived so he could get it and sneak his friend Chaz in because their was a hostage situation in his apartment building and he couldn't got back for like a week. It was the most rampant and ridiculous disrespect for the dead I have seen since Weekend at Bernie's. The part when Geofry said he would see an urn full of ashes to the door because Hillary accidentally picked it up thinking it was Trevor (her fiance) who wasn't even cremated was priceless. "Are you saying you think there's still a Pinata out there?" "I'm saying I don't know what to think anymore." (Comment on this)
Friday, May 12th, 2006
3:56 pm	It's Been a While... Damn, so it's been a while. I watched Munich last night. I hated it. Seriously, it just wasn't that great of a movie. I seriously wonder if the only reason it was so highly talked about was because it dealt with something which, according to the movie itself, was largely ignored when it happened. Giving publicity to a shitty movie which sheds light on something which didn't recieve publicity but probably should have when it happened does not make up for anything. Spielbergs best stuff involves giant animatronic animals, or perhaps very small ones. Nothing in the movie was surprising, it was generally hackeneyed and the flashback scenes were done without reference in a scatterbrained manner. I did like the last scene and the inclusion of the phrase "Come home" because it highlighted the theme of home which was expressed briefly throughout, however it should not have taken 2.5 hours to get to that scene. It was a shitty movie and overrated, just like Schindiler's list, and at least that film was funny. I was asked to write an introspective on everything that happened this year, so I guess I'll do a short one. Basically, it was the third year of college and everyone has started to do more of their own thing. There were a good amount of people I didn't see as much, but hey, people grown apart and get new friends and decide who they have time to see. I don't really degrudge anyone this, so I'm just making that clear. But this wasn't the case with everyone and indeed there were people I saw more of this year and we all had fun. Sean and I went uptown only to find the "well dry", there was entirely too much Mario Kart: Double Dash played. I stumbled into Phil and Jake's room more times that I can recount/recall. Triple B Thursdays died second semester, but they were still fun for the first half of the year. Tyson and Erin got engaged (and apparently I'm a homosexual, but not their best man). Orm and I didn't burn ourselves, always a plus. We won the single Tappan Bowl that we had against Steve and Chris's Residents. Spring break was awesome, even though Benny almost killed me in that golf cart accident and I ended up naked and climbing through a window. Benny got plastered and it was amazing, apparently he plans to brutalize his children with "beazballs", whatever those are (a hybrid between beachballs and baseballs perhaps?). We had Margaritaville at Ian's place and got hammered playing poker with fruit loops because we had no chips (and Ben ate most of his fruitloops while we played). Pool with Steve in Tappan, at least before some asshole stole the balls. Tyler and I ordered entirely too much food in our room, but SDS got to know who we were which was cool. I shared special moments with many of you, and if they were recalled then you write your own goddamn live journal, I'm not a bloody record keeper. Oh yeah, I started writing a book, which is fun. I'm only 7 pages in, but maybe I'll have something substantial by the end of the summer. Current Mood: tired Current Music: I Still Haven't Hooked up my Speakers (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 24th, 2006
3:29 pm	Hookups So I was fucking off on facebook a little while ago and decided to see the list of people I had "officiall" hooked up with. The results were...interesting, to say the list. There are 5 hookups listed with friends of mine. What is disturbing is that only two of them were female. Perhaps even more disturbing, there were also only two males. The 5th was an organization. I have never actually hooked up with any of these people either. Go figure. Current Mood: sexy Current Music: Kenny Chesney- She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 17th, 2006
10:22 pm	p o s t_m o o t Okay, so I have two 4-6 page papers due tomorrow, but fuck that. I'm wasting yet more time. So this weekend was awesome, we had to whole p o s t_m o o t poetry conference/whatever thing. It was really great since I haven't been writting as much this semester to get out and listen to some poetry, essays, discussion panels and whatnot. I actually got a lot of good stuff written as a result. Of course the launch of Megaphone Piggy Issue 2 was very fulfilling since I've been busting my ass on the damn thing for the past couple months. But yeah, if people don't know what the whole conference was about, basically a bunch of poets from all over the country (and some from out of the country) came into Oxford to have discussions, do readings, and just generally socialize about experimental poetry and shit like that. It was really cool to get aquainted with a bunch of new people and I actually met this guy who lives in Brooklyn and is involved in a huge scene up there, which is awesome because god knows there isn't a poetry scene anywhere near Trumbull (well, that I know of). Anyway, I also got to read like 3 or 4 times, which was really fun since I had some stuff I'd been itching to perform for a while. Somehow I ended up MCing the Megaphone Piggy 2 release party, which was totally sweet. Well, it's at about this point that I realize my writing is of a poor quality and that I feel tired and sick from lack of meaningful sleep and relaxation (the weekend was great, but still very strenuous). But yeah, if my writing is this disjointed in my Roman Spectacle essays, then I'm pretty much screwed. Damn you Tuck and your assigning two papers due the same day, even if you are mostly a badass prof. Oh well. Thought of the day: asdfjkla gjfknlbshndnv iruh nalfnjfhglknfflhkdnbgk anklj nrlkjndk Current Music: Crossfade- Dead Skin (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 14th, 2006
1:26 am	Dear Jon Stewart Douche, My last name is Drummond. Therefore Mr. Drummond is not a fictional character. Yes, he was in the original play version of "Inherit the Wind", but dick, he's also a real person. Further more, Drummond is a Scottish name, NOT AN IRISH ONE. So if you're going to infer that a certain fictional character is named Mr. Drummond who is Irish, then check your fucking sources. I'd feel pretty fucking silly making a joke about a stereotypically Arab person and calling them Liebowitz, so you should feel fucking stupid for calling a stereotypically Irish person Drummond, cuz it's fuckign Scottish you stupid bastard. There's a Drummond caslte in Scottland, not fucking Ireland. In conclusion, you should check your sources before trying to be witty, and anyone who laughed at that joke should die and burn in hell. I really really wish I had your e-mail address to say this personally douchebag. Sincerely, Peter A. Drummond Current Mood: angry Current Music: The Sounds of Anger (13 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 9th, 2006
4:02 pm	Hydra Theory I had a focus this weekend: to get rid of the beer in my fridge. There wasn't a ton of it, but it takes up a lot of room and I don't like leaving Tyler no room for his diet soda. So anyway, Friday night I had some pbr's and a couple tall boys of steel reserve in it. Fast forward to Saturday morning. Now there are some pbr's, still 2 tall boys, and now a near full case of Bush Light. Strange. Now it's Sunday, and there's 1/3 case of bud, part of a case of nati, still some bush left, the pbr's, and yet again, the 2 tall boys. I was able to hand off a decent amount of that booze to Orm, since a lot of it was his, but I wonder if I won't wake up tomorrow with inexplicably more beer. That has been the pattern. Current Mood: tired Current Music: None (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 5th, 2006
11:21 am	Concerning my Photo A wise man once told me this story. One morning, he left the shower. Seeing as no one else was home and that he was fresh and clean, this man decided to forgo wearing a towel on the walk to his room. By chance while he was walking he happened to pause briefly for some reason unknown to himself. It was at this moment that he realized that he was standing by an open window. In addition to this, his elderly female neighbor was outside of this window walking her dog, and by chance had glanced up at him. Finally, he also realized that he had an erection. At this point, the wise man had two choices. The first of these was to turn red and frantically run to his room or perhaps sheild himself somehow from the shocked eyes of an old woman. Some would consider this the "best" or "only" option. However, being a wise man, he realized that there was a second option. "What is this option?" I can hear many of you saying with utter flabergastation. Simply put, to bask. And that is exactly what this wise man did; like a true stoic, he basked. Current Mood: basking Current Music: Foo Fighters- My Hero (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 7th, 2006
6:01 pm	How Grape Soda Changed My Life So Steve-O and I were at Walmart today and I got a powerful craving for grape soda. Like a sucker, I was about to buy a 2 liter of Welch's, that is, until I saw the 50 cent 2 liter of Grapette. Yes sir, you heard right: 50 cents. As I walked up to the checkout line, things began to look a little different. 1 dollar for a can of Pringles didn't seem just anymore. I mean hell, I could get 2 Grapettes for that much. Even when I began meditating on my old standard, 35 cent cans of PBR, I realized that that 3 cans paled in comparison to a massive 4 liters of Grapette. Things just don't look that same anymore. Do I really want to fill my gas tank with as much as 50 liters of Grapette? How many bottles of Grapette have I wasted on my education here at Miami? If only I could find some way to turn Grapette into some form of solid food, I could live for pennies a day and construct a house out of bottles and their caps. I could make my clothing with the stickers. Current Mood: Grapette & Doritos,livin large Current Music: Britney Spears- Toxic (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, February 5th, 2006
2:23 am	Story Time [Jon, Peter, and Steve are sitting in Peter's room watching a movie.] Jon- Those two hairs really bother me. [Looking at Pete] Not one word. Peter- [mockingly] Look at the size of those ear rings! Steve- [confused] I don't get it. Peter- So one time we were at Orm's house watching a porno... Steve- Oh wait, nevermind, I've heard this one before. (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, January 27th, 2006
8:36 pm	Bananaphone!!! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring bananaphone Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring bananaphone I've got this feeling, so appealing For us to get together and sing, sing ! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring bananaphone Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding donanaphone It grows in bunches I've got my hunches It's the best, beats the rest Cellular, Modular, Interactive odular Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring bananaphone Ping pong ping pong ping pong ping pananaphone It’s no baloney It ain’t a phony My cellular, Bananaphone Don’t need quarters, don’t need dimes To call a friend of mine Don’t need computers or TV To have a real good time I call for pizza, I call my cat I call the White House, have a chat I place a call around the world Operator get me Beijing jing jing jing (Musical Break) Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring bananaphone Ying yang ying yang ying yang ying yananaphone It’s a real live mama and papaphone A brother and a sister and a dogophone A grandpa phone and a grandma phone too, oh yeah My cellular, bananular phone Bananaphone, ring ring ring It’s a phone with a peal Bananaphone, ring ring ring Now you can have your phone and eat it too Bananaphone, ring ring ring this song drives me, bananas Bananaphone, ring ring ring Current Mood: Bananaphone Current Music: Bananaphone (1 Comment |Comment on this)