That pen set they keep advertising on TV (that you can buy at CVS or Walgreen's, cough cough) is all I want for winter-holiday-gift-giving-time. I'm trying to get involved with this grassroots, local, better than the fifty pages of strip club ads and five of trite articles that is Real Detroit, metro-area zine thingy. And I can't think. Anything I used to think, I forgot. It's frustrating. New pens make me want to write, the more I write, the better I'll reacquaint myself with my former style. New pens made me want to do homework and get excited about rough drafts. Now maybe new pens will make me want to write.

My constant inability to sleep, despite what I do to correct it, is insanity driving.
Besides watching Nick pretty much Monday-Friday here's what's new:
The Daytona broke down. Like, it's completely inoperable. We're trying to decide between the pretty fucking inordinately expensive repair, p.s. I'm not really sure what NEEDS to be repaired, that might not even fix it completely, or just getting a new car. This sharing a car thing is bogus. It's only working out because we work within a block of each other. I swear to fuckin' gd, the DAY I was going to update my resume and drop it off with a kennel, the fuckin' car breaks down. I'm not making enough money. It's a joke. I want a second job.
I've been emailing this chick about working on a zine project thingy. But that's all we've been doing, is emailing. I need to grow a pair and just call her. Getting over this shy and awkward ridiculousness is the only thing that's going to improve my lot in life. However, I can call her tomorrow when I get to Shannon's. And I fuckin better. It's not even payed but it has perks such as getting into shit for free, interviewing people, blah blah blah, and also being something that can be added to a portfolio. I figure it'll be an excellent way to get out of my writing rut.
I can't start shopping for Rabbis, hah, because of the car situation. So that'll take another 34,000 years. So will school.

Here's ridiculousness with Meghan:
reign empathy (1:16:05 AM): p.s. websites with crappy midi sound files have got to go
enchantedbedlam (1:17:37 AM): p.s. what the fuck are you talking about?
reign empathy (1:17:52 AM): http://magnoliasimms67.tripod.com/mb/id5.html
enchantedbedlam (1:17:58 AM): lulz i knew you were going to show it to me.
enchantedbedlam (1:18:02 AM): i refuse to go there

P.S. A couple dudes have mentioned that this guy is awesome and I should vote for him. Here's his in-depth analysis on the state of racism in America today:
Bob Barr on: Racism & Equality

The Declaration of Independence states that all men are created equal. Government should make no law that discriminates based on race, religion, sexuality or any other personal characteristic. Government laws should respect each person as an individual and treat them equally as such.

Seriously, didn't we all write some such thing one February in elementary school?

So last night it was like 4 a.m. and I was downstairs exercising and listening to music. This is a poorly constructed sentence, but you get the idea. I was listening to the iPod and all of a sudden I could faintly hear voices coming out of the speakers. It was one of those Nah-fix songs where you can hear fat mike being a drunken asshole as the song fades out, but then the next song, a Lawrence Arms song, came on and I could STILL hear the faint voice. So I paused the iPod and sure enough, THERE WAS STILL A FAINT,CRACKLY VOICE COMING THROUGH THE SPEAKER. Like the radio was tuned to an a.m. channel that barely came in. Except the radio wasn't turned on. And everything was paused.
I was freaked out. After like, 70 Baruch Hashems, I felt mildly better.

Someone present me with a scientific explanation, STAT.

I am suffering from this insatiable craving for juice. Cranberry juice. Apple juice. Orange juice. Minus pulp! All juice, all the time.

By the way, I think Charles wants to live with us so that's perfect. It means we'll be able to afford to move sooner. I found the most perfect apartment. It's a three bedroom in New Center and it has a fireplace! I actually don't really care much for fireplaces.

Wait. Nevermind. It didn't have a fireplace. But it has a RADIATOR IN THE BATHROOM. Don't try to understand why this means so much to me.
Here it is:
http://detroit.craigslist.org/apa/618584541.html

So anyways, the rent's cheap enough that if Charles lives with us I might be actually able to afford paying my own way through life just by working for Shannon's parents and STILL having the time to go to school.

Also, yesterday was Gusto's birthday!!

I went with Shannon to Toronto to pick up Natalie and Andy.
It's weird seeing everything in French as an additional language instead of Spanish or Arabic.
Torontonians (or whatever) appear to be in love with Irish pubs. And the Beatles.
Also, Canadians are extremely fond of posting signs pertaining to your physical well-being.
I didn't think the CN tower appeared to really be that big until I looked up and realized the very top was obscured by CLOUDS.
We were going to go to Synagogue but we didn't have enough time :(.
Oh yeah, I guess that means I'm not celebrating Easter this Sunday.
I didn't even realize Easter was coming up until my mom said something about it the other day.
On that note, last night I came across Chris reading the BIBLE. Hahahahahahahahahah. I was like, "Once you get past Exodus, don't expect to be entertained."

...I think I may have gotten asked out on a date by my boss.

This whole thing has just been one huge fucking headache anyway.
What a pain in my ass!

Despite everything shitty that's happening, here's what's the haps on the good shit in my life:

-The dickhead who proceeded in being a dickhead at the bar got fired, and the owner is supposed to call me soon to start working again. I fucking hope he does.
-My mom and I are getting close again. Like we used to be. We've begun making fun of everything together again. It's dee-lightful! We're assholes, hahaha.
-I can start school on the first Tuesday of any month, so I'm not so stressed about deadlines.
-Chris and I haven't fought in awhile. Which probably just means a few weeks. At any rate, it makes me happy.

I have to write this paper.
About a 20th century Vice President.
I wish to choose the most ridiculous one I could possibly pick.
Unfortunately I don't know which one that would be, because I know jack shit about Vice Presidents.
But I'm about to learn a whole lot!

OMGZ. I should choose Al Gore and discuss ONLY his raging vendetta against Manbearpig!

Also, I need to get a new user icon of me that is less than a year old.

I love how Charlie and I are like, the least likely people ever to get along, and how once about every six months I get wasted and call him white devil and tell him to get out of my house, but we hang out like every day and bond over facts such as: Scorpions suck! Not the arachnid, though this is also true, but the German metal band. They were German, right? It's our mutual hate of stupid things. Though some stupid things I love whereas he hates them, and vice versa. This is where our disagreements come into play. However some aspects of his personality will FOREVER remain a mystery to me, such as: The fact that he actually, LEGITIMATELY thinks David Lee Roth is cool. We both can agree that David Lee Roth is a ridiculous human being, generally sucks at life, and how maybe there is proof that god exists since he lost his hair, BUT Charles thinks David Lee Roth is a positive asset to Van Halen. Though I am left wondering if I don't secretly feel the same way, since my absolute hatred for Sammy Hagar has been a huge part of my life for about six years and counting.
At any rate, the real reason I'm writing this is because we are about to smoke a bowl.

There has been much lacking of updating this.

I dreamt entirely in German last night.

Mozilla says that "dreamt" isn't really a word.

My dad's in the hospital and he better get well soon or else.

I don't think I'll be Jewish in time for Chanukkah.
See, I can't even spell that holiday correctly.

For people who don't watch porn to jerk off to, we sure watch an awful lot of porn. So maybe what they say is true, it really is just fascinating. But you know what's not fascinating? Laying there waiting for someone who learned how to perform oral sex from watching porn to finish. Too bad this doesn't apply to my life! Score!

Furthermore, the absolute worst thing about being an insomniac is the fact that we don't have cable. I could be learning about things to do in exciting and exotic Madrid, like I used to do when I couldn't sleep, which pretty much has been like the past ten years of my life. But now...I get to watch Tyra, then Cops, then Access Hollywood. Ok, I actually like COPS kinda. But the question is, WHY?

Staff and I are going to apply at a bar tomorrow. In...Farmington. I wish I could go the rest of my life without working in Farmington,but oh well. The ad promises 1,000 dollars plus a week. Which I know is probably bullshit, but even if it's two dollars a week, I really need it.

I never use livejournal anymore, and nobody ever reads it. I'm copying this into my myspace blog haha.

Chris showed me a shitload of freelance writing jobs he found on craigslist tonight but since I feel like I haven't been able to write a god damn thing for the past year they're all really, REALLY intimidating. But there's a feminist one. And it's not paid. But it's..doing something that wouldn't make me feel like generic boring trash like most people on this planet...and they send you free shit hahahahaha. Soooooooo. I need self esteem quick.

I think I really need to give up meat for real this time. Every time I eat it I get super sick to my stomach and if I walk ANYWHERE right after eating I barf all over the place. Disgusting. I heart garden burger more anyway.

I just fell down the stairs and now every single part of my body is sore. Also Mindy gave me the Sims 2. It's time for Eric Melsim, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, to move into the sweet house I built him. But first a shower. Cuz seriously. Ow. Oh yes and in other news, I completely forgot that certain underpants thieves exist. At long last! How delightful. How freeing. Everyone I know is happy to receive this news, even if they don't know it yet. So here's a big, 'SUP DUDE? \m/ to all my super best pals.

i just want to barf.
can't stop. won't stop.

So the ball on the barbell in my bridge fell off and got lost forever, so for like two weeks or something I was just kinda..hanging out hoping i'd come across another barbell to replace it with. and then today I dropped the barbell down the drain. oops. so to make a long annoying story short I bought a new barbell and it's totally pretty and awesome. the end. photo:

even though this picture is horrible.

I have fast internet now so we won't be kicking each other off the internet all day every day!!
too bad i'm not a piggy or i could surf for porno all day and 5x the speed!
butttttt this doesn't mean i'm not going to download that second girls gone wild video because THAT FUCKING SONG HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Hey guys! Check out my hottttt new livejournal icon!
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P.S. TRYSTAN IF YOU READ THIS BEFORE 8:00 OR WHATEVER CALL ME SO WE CAN WATCH AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL.

"they" destroyed "the chair" in Chas Sr.'s garage tonight.
i only threw darts at it...a few dozen times.

and hit it with a crowbar once or twice or three times.
it was amazingly delightful.


BUT TRYSTAN'S THE ONE WHO PEED ON IT.