the pitts.

October 31, 2006

congrats… i wish you two all the best.

today is a shit day.

October 26, 2006

yesterday was above average.  kicked the shit outta of a policy test (“in the absence of policy, a free market economy will set it’s own equalibrium…”), got some very cool feedback on my musical efforts, and went to a bar and ran into some old friends.

BUT,

today is a shit day because the good feelings of yesterday inclined me to drink too much.  it’s rainy and grey outside, and  to quote an actual conversation from earlier, “i genuinely feel like rolled-up dog shit. “

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because of my overload of work and school, i never really go out anymore.  anybody that knows me can tell you, that mostly this is just an excuse ’cause i really don’t enjoy going out much.  call it me getting old, call it the same 52 people i’m tired of seeing. 

last night, peppered in amoung these 52 were a few people i hadn’t seen a while… and sweet, fuck-all it’s amazing what happens to people.  

most notably, i ran into this hot chick i had a class with before the war.  of course, i was into her back then and there was some dialog between us but really i had my head and attention too many different places at the time, because this was right before i left so i gave a really nice, sincere goodbye over the phone and that was it.  in all honesty, for me this was a “wonder what would have happened if” situation that i often revisited over in the sandbox when i wasn’t pointing guns at people.  [maybe then too; i didn’t much like to think about what i was doing while i was doing it.] 

anyways, this chick still looks just hot as she did “back in the day” and after the intial

“hey, aren’t you brandon?” she says to me,

“you were in the war right?” and before i can say “yeah” she says

with a realizing, almost panicked look

“i’m sorry i never wrote you.”

i say that it’s amazing what happens to people, because before she was never someone would’ve faked guilt.

as per…

October 24, 2006

ming says:
“TV is disappointing, especially during weekdays. I think my IQ dropped 20 points just listening to some of that garbage while I was trying to do some work. They need a kickass channel for people who are home, sick.”

for me, this kick ass channel would include:

only a limited amount of very funny commericals–and never any during movies.

seinfeld.

the shield.

the wire.

sopprano’s.

deadwood.

weeds.

family guy.

the daily show/ colbert report.

dave chappelle.

old saturday night live episodes. (back when they were actually funny.)

the BBC news.

the weird guy from PBS who interviews people. “actor’s spotlight” maybe?

shows like house, my name is earl, psyche, monk, would be included, but are just really too formulaic.

what i did on sunday.

October 23, 2006

  1. i watched football.  (the dolphins HAVE hit a new low ape.)
  2. i ironed shirts for work while watching football.
  3. for breakfast i made an omelet with bacon and cheese; for lunch a had a peanut butter and honey sandwich and a green, sour apple.  i made noodles with alfredo gravy and mixed veggies for dinner.  intermittenly, i destroyed a bag of chips, a jar of salsa, and a pot of coffee.
  4. i did some laundry.  some–not all.
  5. i attempted to watch T.V. (something other than football), was very disappointed, remembered why i generally don’t watch T.V.,  cursed ben mulitple times for bullshitting and not calling comcast.  ended up watching something called “hero’s.”  it was okay.  if it were on, i’d watch it again but wouldn’t go outta my way to do so.
  6. i answered some emails.
  7. i didn’t leave the house.
  8. i attempted a nap and woke up with cole standing on my face. 
  9. i worked out some.
  10. and, i put another “rough draft” on my music page:

“afraid of me”

http://myspace.com/novemberfahrenheit

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finally got that paper done yesterday, and then had to miss class because of work.

tel est la vie.

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something about a sonnet indeed.

Rupert Brooke
1914
IV. The Dead

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
These had seen movements, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.
There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.

*****************************

in other news:

i didn’t know it was possible, but apparently i’m more of an asshole than i thought i was.

someone asked ask.com “Do people date people based on appearances?” and my site was the number 3 search result, (“yes” being the obivious answer.) 

 first, that’s awesome.  if my site is a central point for information on if people are shallow or not, then i couldn’t be happier.  mission accomplished.

second, i’m really annoyed by the redundant use of the word “people” in the question.  yes, “people date people”… it’s always a safe assumption that “people” will only date other “people”(unless you live in Vancouver, then it’s the norm to date manatee’s, corpses, and cougers), so you should just say “Do people date based off appearances?”

but, since all this them here i feel obligated to answer the real question:

“Do assholes date based off apearances?”

that answer is no.  we have casual sex based off appearances–we don’t date.

*edit- i finally got called out for a typo.  i don’t proof read.  who has the time…

phone calls i needed.

October 18, 2006

in no relation to my previous post, i got two calls from some of my other distant friends today.

i hadn’t heard from either of them in a while, so i was surprized and it made my day.

but now, i will firmly plant my head back into the books and tonight, will write something about a sonnet.

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*note: this pic is in the top ten of the worst pictures of me ever.

i miss my friend.

October 17, 2006

he’s not being held against his will or anything, as a matter of fact, he volunteered for a 2nd tour to pay off his house. but, especially during college football season, i miss that guy.

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drill sucks.

October 14, 2006

but i had a good time the other night though…
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yeah, it has been a while.

October 11, 2006

nothing new to report, just consumed as usual.  i literally study all of the time i’m not at work or school.  BUT, i have been drinking lots of wine while studying, so don’t worry about me too much.  i am, however, extremely jealous of simo though… how great would Spain be right now?

– after a brief read of blogland-

 chad’s trying to act like it’s unusual for call girls to show up at his door.  whatever “ken”.

i prefer susan as a blonde, and i’m not the least bit surprized that she loves the latest offering from justin timberfake.

grace is all about some hollywood and hockey; some things never change.

pitt: more hockey, and a trip to an apple farm.

emo mike displays more of his left-of-center sense of humor.

Foxxy isn’t showing any cleavage.

grimshaker ironically also has an odd sense of humor.

my kid brother is feeling poetic.

LECK, like ben, is really looking forward to the playstation 3.

sabrina_c drinks more than ciavarro and myself combined.  sweet fuck all, that scares the shit outta me.

smelly made pillows and mourns a truck.

RR has insomnia and sex on the brain.

the outlaw diggs petting zoo’s, apple farms, and celeb’s lives.  i seriously think half of K-fed’s press comes from the outlaw.

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