drill sucks.

but i had a good time the other night though…

what’s new?…

work is busy again.  sucks. (that’s not new)

i started going to new gym, i really like it.  my old one is closer, like literally down the street from where i work, which is also close to where i live, so the new one isn’t practical, BUT, the facilities are so much better at the new one–i never have to wait on equipment, (huge pet peeve).  plus, at the new gym, there are actually chicks there… army gyms just don’t have those, or atleast ones anybody wants to look at.

also, a frat brother of mine had a family member do a very stupid thing.

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and thanks for this. 

back in the office…

haven’t been in since thursday, my very young uncle died that afternoon, so i’ve been at the funeral/family reunion that followed…

it wasn’t so bad; it was the second time i’ve seen my mom since ’02, and it’s always good to see her.  

tel est la vie et c’est consequinces

thankyou for all of your emails, especially from all of you i never knew read my blog[ “France”?, how did you even come across my blog?] i really didn’t know so many people read this stupid thing. i wish you guys would comment/would have commented.

i quit blogging because i felt like everything i wrote lacked substance and i wanted to take some time to refocus on my writing and music.

sadly, after a nice flurry, i scarcely do more than go to work, summer school, and the gym these days.

also [to me], i felt like my identity was becoming less and less prevalent and more so, my invented self was doing most of the surfacing. that is sort of the essence of blogging, but really annoying to me. Tony Pierce is the greatest example of this.

anyways, i’ll blog again whenever i feel like i have something to say.

[also, whomever is in La Crosse, WI that reads this blog and Grace’s, she’d love for you to introduce yourself.]

plus, pictures like this one will always keep me blogging.

that, and we could go “halfers” on some Cold FX to cook meth and compete in the olympics after the old man hockey game.

this story really pisses me off.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ucru/the10000thhaditha

talk about the mother of all snap judgements, have these Marines had their day in court?

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work's been shit lately, RE: my not posting as much. i don't do politics–not at work. makes everything less effective and disgustingly redundant.

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the following are actual statments i've heard today walking the halls:

• "i shit so hard, i think it must have formed a vacuum, 'cause as soon as it cleared the breech, my ears popped."
• "man, i pulled and pulled and pulled, but no matter what, his ass was still in front of me" edit: this was actually from the ciavarro email i received.
• "yeah, i think that'd be a great idea–what could go wrong?"–[where i work, hearing this is never comforting]
• "well, if the damn democrats would get off our backs, them and the fucking liberal cock-sucking media, we could win this thing [Iraq]."

after a break…

i’m not sure which of these to buy…just know that one of them is coming home with me.

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manic delirium — 2/3rds of the country with your eyes glued to the rearview mirror, a full tank of gas, and no attention span.

the whole trip felt like this: imagine being so exhausted you feel as if you've never been to sleep in your whole life, like you don't remember what it feels like to sleep 'cause you literally just have never done it. 

that tired.  that red-eyed. 

it's 4:30 in the a.m. and you've just filled up somewhere in New Mexico that exactly mirrors everybit of landscape from west Texas to Palm Springs, and you're sitting at a stoplight that apparently doesn't know you're there, staring at the freeway signs trying your damnedest to remember if you need to be going east or west.  this goes on for 2 or 3 minutes that might as well have been hours.  and all the while, you've had tears for fears "everybody wants to rule the world" on repeat for what must of have been the last 300 or 400 miles, for every mile of the last tank of gas, when you filled up and saw the damn tears for fears greatest hits on the rack at the Winslow, AZ gas station, right next to the lighters that look like guns, the collection of bumper stickers that say things like "sexy grandma" and "i get my kicks on route 66", the jars of beef jerky that look like braided rope and the braided rope belts that sort of look like beef jerky.

other memories from the trip just sort of standout, being maybe only distinct moments that have no actual distinction, just poignancy to a wandering mind. 

example:

at some point we decided to change songs on our newly acquired tears for fears disc and went to their only other cool song "head over heels" which always reminds me of that scene from "donnie darko" where it's only the song playing and everyone's going thru the motions, just a high school "reservior dog's" moment but with no central focus and the 'tough' guy with a mullet sniffs coke out of his friend's locker and i'm reminded of when i was in junior high, i went to a Christian private school and we had the cheesy-ass uniforms and no lockers but everyone did drugs anyway mostly pot and scripts, which during that time i did a few scripts and smoked a few joints but never at school. 

it was somewhere on this stretch of road that ben thought of the all gay tears for fears cover band, "tears for queers", which personnally applied to him should read something like "fears of queers".

[sallie, some of this should be familiar]

 

my trip to L.A. will not be blogged about today.

NEWS FLASH:

apparently the photo i posted making fun of my sunburn and my dumbassedness for going to the tanning bed were less than complimentary. geez… i kinda thought that was the point of the post.

BUT, for some reason, this chick — g. megan o. — just didn't get that context. oh and she also believes that i'm unfairly judgemental because i think http://hotchickswithdouchebags.com is a very, very funny site.

–Megan Says:
May 11th, 2006 at 12:21 am e
Douch bags? Really, I thought these were real people who should be judged not on a sole physical manifestation you are apt to mislabel. You looked not so hot all hot from the tanning bed the other day I must add.
Ever heard that superficial pepole end up miserable? Ever wonder why marriages of the two fail? I doubt it. When you’re ugly and old-er, I’ll check back with you and see if you still think gorgeous people must only date the same scale of attractive species. Looks deceive…and fade. Thank G*D, you were blessed, Brandon. And remember, tomorrow can change the outside of oneself in an instant.–

ha, megan's hilarious right? this is her way of being upset with me. atleast she thinks i should thank "G*D" for being attractive, despite my "douche-bag" sunburn picture.

megan, i do think the site is very funny, mainly because of the "douches" are "gangster" with all the hardcore stares and hand gestures.

*since you missed the comedy of this one, i'll explain it*

"gangster" "douche bags" are funny because they're extremely serious about themselves and their "style" which is completely ironic and sad cause it's temporary and fadish and really points to their lack of personality and/or identity.

*the reason the site is funny to me is because it makes light of the fact that some hot women are actually attracted to the aforementioned "douches".*

am i and the author of http://hotchickswithdouchebags.com making judgements based off people's appearances?  

absolutely.

it is a judgement that the judged invites, welcomes even. by them dressing a certain way, making certain hand gestures, and exuding that attitude, they're saying:

"judge me this way"

"i associate with this culture"

"MTV tells me this is cool, so i think it's cool"

we [the author and i] find this culture and this borrowed personality type to be devoid of anything genuine and completely laughable.  we also find the phenomenon of "hot chicks" being attracted to "douches" who display it to be signifigant. 

so meggers, if you ever find the time to stop by again, admist your corporate take over, and you need anything else explained…

well, i'd be more than happy to help anyway i can.

kind of a busy day…

so here are just some thoughts… 

****movies i might want to check out

****ben tells me that these guys will be in Austin late May, which means we'll be there. 

****and ciavarro is once again having gay thoughts about me.  i guess he's got some sort of "man crush" or worse.

ladies and gentlemen…brett mccormack

will be attending blockstock L.A. — i just received his VIP RSVP from sac-town aka southern oregon.  he will joining the ballbright and myself on the 11th, pending i'm not hung up somewhere in tempe, AZ. 

somewhere, someone should put an offical roster up of all expected persons who've confirmed their attendance. 

Starting from:	Little Rock, AR Save Address
Arriving at:	Los Angeles, CA Save Address
Distance:	1666.3 miles	Approximate Travel Time:	22 hours 35 mins

[shouldn't be that bad of a drive]

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an eyeful indeed… 

this [from the vincent] is why i guess i'm so healthy.

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everybody should make an effort to read the LECKblog this week — the guy's been taking some great photo's lately. 

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