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Wednesday, August 18th, 2004
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5:10 pm - ...can I borrow that shovel?
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My sister's stupidpieceofshit cat just bit me in the face. I thought it was being cute and friendly, but no, it was just hungry. We will see how cute it is after I beat it senseless with the cordless phone.
God damn cat.
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| Tuesday, August 17th, 2004
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11:53 pm - I have no idea why I picked this login name.
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I almost forgot that I have this thing. Well, not really, but I never have anything to write in it. So for the out of touch and the misinformed, I have recently been spending my time doing:
Nothing.
I abandoned my former summer activity of potsmokery this past June. I won't lie - sometimes it still does look appealing, but I'm glad that I'm done. I tried it, it was fun, I still respect people who do it, and I don't regret anything. But, I felt that it was time for a change. Not to mention that if I didn't quit on my own, the Department of Energy would stop me soon enough anyways. Side note: I just went to salary.com and found out that Nuclear Engineers with 8-10 years of experience make an average of 140 G's including benefits. I just have to make sure I don't drive a pen through my head by then. KICK ASS.
That reminds me... I got a job. I am now employed by the University of Michigan Hospital Department of Radiology, i.e., I am a file bitch for now. However, Lubomir (my boss) told me that if I don't quit, then I will be able to do research of my own a few months down the road. Good shit, and I will have money to spend on beer and women.
Beer is simple enough, but women are not. Treat them like poop, and they love you. Treat them like goddesses, and they still love you. I just don't get the first part, but I tend to not get a lot of things. Before you fools start asking questions I am throwing this out in the open... there is no new lady in the picture. Yes, I am still very attracted to Alexis. Yes, she knows this and has reciprocated those feelings. No, we are not together. Yes, I would like us to be in the future, but certain things will definitely have to happen first. We still talk all the time, but we try to keep things as low-stress as possible. Sometimes the circumstances get a little discouraging, but that's the way it goes.
All in all, life is decent. It could be a lot worse.
Speaking from an undisclosed location,
Me
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| Monday, April 12th, 2004
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8:53 pm - Awwwwww snap.
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| Sunday, February 8th, 2004
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1:15 am
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I'm lonely. :-(
I'm glad my friends kick so much ass. They usually make me feel better.
Valentine's Day really sucks. I'm not sure exactly what is going on yet, but odds are that I will host or participate in a Valentine's Day Drinking Festival For People Who Don't Have Dates This Year. I still have to run it by my roommates but I might be able to have it at my place. It's gotta be BYOB though cuz I am dirt poor. If we can't be out enjoying the evening like everyone else, at least we can attempt to have fun together. Everything is tentative though, and sorry guys, but I would rather go out with Alexis than drink on V-day, but I dunno what the plan is. So I will figure things out and then let everyone know if it's gonna happen.
It's bedtime.
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| Monday, February 2nd, 2004
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10:46 pm - (optional)
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Hello boys and girls. I'm not sure why, but I suddenly had the urge to write something, so here's the rundown:
Classes are going pretty well so far, but we will see what happens after next week's NERS 250/Math 450 double header. I even started on my NERS homework early - I'm almost done and the shit is due Friday! And I feel fine, I swear!
Dinner today consisted of an early course of Ramen noodles (Creamy Chicken/Sodium flavor) followed by popcorn and beer, which is actually pretty good. I'm trying to hold off on shopping till I go home for the weekend, so I don't have to pay for it all.
Oh yeah, I'm going home this weekend. My dad's gonna come get my ass Friday afternoon, and Friday night will probably be full of TV-watching since there is nothing else to do at home. Saturday I'm goin to the boat show with my dad at Cobo. It's kind of like the auto show, but for rednecks and people who enjoy fishing. I'm sure one of those nights my dad and I will head to Hooters for some kick-ass shrimp. Sunday I hope that I get to see A-lizzle, but who knows. So far after winter break, we have spent time together for zero out of twenty-nine days. I'm not a stats major, but I'm pretty sure that's a 0% hit rate. I mean I'm trying to be understanding cuz I know that we're both busy, but damn. I guess it wouldn't be as big of a deal if I knew that things were going to work out in my favor in the end. But now, I obviously feel like shes trying to get rid of me and that she isn't looking for the same kind of thing that I'm looking for. So I'm putting all of my being into trying not to lose her and its tough. She says that she's not backing off, but it seems like I'm always the person to bring up the idea of seeing each other/calling each other or whatever else. So I don't even know... I might be over-reacting because I also have a tendency to get stupid and jealous. But I'm gonna stick with it cuz shes worth it, without a doubt. I just hope she doesn't make the same mistake that I did before...
Wow, this was supposed to be short. I'm so damn emo. Well, at least now you all know what my status is. Back to the homework grind!
B-unit
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| Tuesday, January 27th, 2004
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9:01 pm - : announcement from the management :
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this livejournal is discontinued until further notice.
or at least until i have something pleasant to tell you about.
or even if i have something unpleasant to tell you about.
or if ever figure out whether or not my current happenings are actually pleasant.
or if i have any kind of reasonable prediction about whether my future happenings will be pleasant at all.
or if i just want you to kill me.
i'll let you know.
brw
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| Friday, November 28th, 2003
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10:15 pm - Mid-vacation update!!
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*sigh of relief*
Thanksgiving break kicks SO much ass.
First off, I ate myself stupid yesterday with my dad and my grandparents. It was a great time, since I don't get to see my family much anymore. Turkey galore.
Because of this, among other reasons, I passed out Thursday night with a huge ass smile on my face. There is nothing better than stuffing your face, getting away from homework, catching up with the fam, and finally getting your shit together. Life = good.
So finally, our champion emerges triumphant.
I dunno what's going on or where I'm going, but I'm tired of worrying about it. Every once in a while, it's necessary to just step back from my cold, logic-driven, calculating, engineering frame of mind and let the story unfold as it will. Not everything can be reasoned through like a thermodynamics problem... I finally understand that so now things are working out fine.
You heard it kids... Brandon is finally satisfied.
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| Monday, November 10th, 2003
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12:32 am - An update??
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I was starting to feel a little guilty about not updating in over a month, so here it goes. Here are the 5 most random things that have happened to me during the past few weeks.
5. I passed my history exam. I didn't just pass it, I made it my bitch and smacked it around like I smack midgets. Not regular midgets - midgets on tricycles. Anywhoooo... this might not seem like a very random thing to you, but I took this exam with the feeling that I didn't know anything about the material, which is pretty accurate because I don't read the books. We had to write two essays in 50 minutes about pretty specific things using lots of details. During this exam, I produced the two worst papers I have ever written. They were totally incoherent - more like a long string of facts that I strained to remember. Maybe my GSI felt bad for me cuz I'm in engineering... Anyways, that was pretty hella-sweet.
4. Halloween. I don't remember many of the details, but I'll try to summarize...
a. Put on sweet-ass "Sleazy Las Vegas Man" costume, complete with hawaiian shirt, slicked back hair, aviators, small dress pants, a gold chain, and about 3/4 bottle of cheap cologne. I was smokin' hot, but nobody hit on me except Matt.
b. Max got his costume on, and we hung out at the apartment for a bit. Chaos ensues.
c. Went to a co-op by the rock... and it KICKED ASS. They had kegs of Killians AND Honey Brown. Matt kept hookin me up with beer, which was never passed up. MUCH MORE CHAOS ENSUES. I lost count and we headed someplace that I don't remember. Fired up my cigar on the way. Here, things get nasty for our hero.
d. I have no idea where I am or where I was beforehand.
e. Oh, this is 906 Greenwood! I remember this place! Hung out with the Theta Tau's for a bit (they are always oh so hospitable). I kind of remember talking to the D on the phone for a while but I really don't know what was said. I called her the following day to apologize.
f. There is a roughly 12-hour-long period of time here that, despite my sincerest efforts, I can't account for. I'm still trying to figure it all out.
g. I wake up in my bed the next morning.
3. Dexter attempts to explain a movie that he is planning on making. This happened last Friday, and I'm not even going to try to explain. He ended up making noises for the rest of the night. Those of you who were there understand that words cannot do this justice.
2. Kyle decides to become a vegetarian. I know, this didn't actually happen to me, but it's pretty damn random nontheless. More power to him though - he will probably live a lot longer than I will, since I've had high cholesterol since I was 4. (I'm not kidding, I actually had a test done and it was WAY above the normal level. This was followed by my mom forcing me to eat chicken and fat-free shit for the first 8 years of my life. Then she finally gave up, realizing that I'll just have a heart attack at the age of 23.) But at least I'll die with a steak in my mouth.
1. Suzanne tries, and succeeds, to de-pants me right in the middle of some random person's kitchen. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. And I definitely don't blame her... if I was you, person reading my journal, I would try to de-pants me as well. Maybe this will become my new way of meeting people... You know, it could be like some kind of handshake or something. Imagine this scene...
"Hello there, how are you doing this fantastic evening?"
"Hi! I am having a lovely time. My name is (insert hot girl's name, like oh, I dunno... Puja.) What is yours?"
"My name is Brandon."
"Nice to meet you, Brandon. What's your major?"
"I'm in nuclear engineering. What about you?"
"I'm not really sure yet, but I'm thinking about majoring in communic..."
BAM! PANTS ON THE GROUND!
"Oh my! Here is my phone number! Call me any time you want and I promise that you won't regret it!"
It's that easy, kids. And on that note, I wish you all a good night.
Side Note: De-pants is the COOLEST word EVER. Well, except for Velveeta. Velveeta kicks ass.
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| Sunday, October 19th, 2003
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12:43 am
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its been a night of deep introverted thoughts, which usually just make me upset with myself and all the really stupid things that i've done. don't ask - i really don't care to try to explain.
I'll just summarize:
fucking shit.
B
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| Monday, September 29th, 2003
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12:17 am - Could this be the end?
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Okay kids. The time has come for me to decide whether or not to carry on with this rambling piece of dogpoo. I know that some people find it entertaining, but if nobody reads it then I'm not gonna keep writing. Because I don't like the idea of talking to myself. I know that everyone might think (not incorrectly) that I am a little off, but I'm not a schizo. So yeah, if you read this, show me some love with the comment button to let me know you're reading. Otherwise, I think I'm gonna take a break from my ramblings.
Peace.
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| Thursday, September 18th, 2003
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3:41 pm - He coughed up snot in the driveway... I think it's his lung!
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Michigan DESTROYED Notre Dame last weekend, 38-0.
The internet is finally functioning properly.
I don't have any homework due tomorrow.
Tonight: Red Hot Chili Peppers concert. Oh yes.
Life is good.
I know that this is rare, but don't be alarmed. I feel fantastic. :-)
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| Wednesday, September 10th, 2003
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5:56 pm - Who likes pitas?
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Quick update:
1. Classes are rape-me-in-the-ass hard. I mean hard as in difficult, not as in hard.
2. Actually, it's just EECS 215 that is doing the violating. Everything else is pretty cool. Here was my schedule yesterday: Class from 10-5:30, homework from 5:30 to 1:30. Go fucking Blue.
3. Good note: Attractive girl in Music Theory, and several in History. Those classes are actually late enough in the day that I don't hate my life when I'm in there, so I actually talk to people. So we will see.
4. I don't really have any homework to do tonight. So, I'm drinking a (singular) Labatt and enjoying my afternoon.
5. Time to get nasty with the Dance Dance Revolution downstairs. Oh yeah.
6. Any fine ladies who want to join us are welcome to stop by anytime.
That is all.
B. Weatherford // EECS 215 // Instructor: Crazy Russian (?) Man // September 10, 2003
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| Monday, September 8th, 2003
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12:30 am - Ladies and gentlemen...
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This one is gonna be brief, I promise.
EECS 215 appears to be the shittiest class ever. I suspect a serious ass-raping coming on.
For those of you who don't see me everyday, I would just like to remind you that this journal serves the dual purpose of an emotional outlet and an extreme exaggeration/bombardment of insults regarding things and people I see that amuse or disgust me. Sometimes I read back through this thing and wonder why the hell I wrote some of this stuff. So I just wanted to clarify: I really am not any different from the Brandon that we all have come to know and (hopefully) love. Granted, I'm always doing new and sometimes exciting things that change my life... But I'm still the same person. I still put my future and my friends above all else. I'm still the least likely person on earth to hurt somebody intentionally. I just kinda realized that I might be scaring a few of the old homies with this thing and I didn't want to start any misunderstandings. And if you still don't believe me, then COME VISIT ME. GB people suck at keeping up on this whole visiting thing. Yeah, that's a challenge and an invitation. I love visitors. :-)
On that note, I just wanna let all of my friends, from here and from home, that you all kick ass and that you're the reason that I am the way I am. I owe you all more than I could repay you. I know it's generally understood, but things like that need to be said once in a while.
One final comment: Danielle Worthy gets the "Most Drunk Dial In the History of Man" award, from her performance this past Saturday night. D is the shit.
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| Friday, September 5th, 2003
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12:18 am - Another pointless day in a string of pointless days
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Hey kids. I was just reading the livejournal of my friend, Max Lazaroff, Esquire. He made a good point, and it made me reflect a little bit on the past year and the experiences that I've had. I figured, what the hell, my brain has been on overload all day from the classes, so why stop thinking now? I'm on a roll.
He was talking about how he was kickin it in his dorm today and a friend of his wanted him to help her with her computer. While he was doing his thing, he heard her talking to another friend of his and he had a realization that "for most people, this is just an extension of high school." People still just want to meet a girl for a piece of ass, and they want to get trashed whenever they can. I couldn't agree more.
There are a lot of people here that just don't get it. I assume that it's even worse other places, because there are also quite a few people here that have a really high level of professionalism and that take a lot of pride in their work. But I have definitely noticed that there are a ton of people who haven't taken that next step yet. I'm not saying that people shouldn't have fun, but they should at least attempt to act like adults and individuals. Here are some simple ways to do this:
1. Stop buying clothes with brand names plastered all over them simply for the sake of having brand names plastered all over your shit. They aren't made any better than other clothes. They're completely overpriced. They're made by kids in Malaysia who make about 10 cents a day. (I believe that it's the GAP that has all of this controversy around it, but correct me if I'm wrong.) Now I'm not saying that you should intentionally avoid this stuff. I have a bunch of American Eagle shirts that my mom got for me because they LOOK NICE ON ME and they are COMFORTABLE. And I have no problem owning AE shirts. But really, those should be the two deciding factors. If you drop a shitload of money on clothes because of the company name, then you have an identity crisis. Congratulations, you're a marketing statistic. You might as well wear a bunch of shirts with Brandon Weatherford written on them, becuase it makes just as much sense.
2. Stop listening to music just because you're bombarded with it on the local radio station. Just because "everybody" likes something doesn't mean that it's good. Again, if you actually like the music that's on the radio, then that's fine... but don't listen to it BECAUSE it's what everyone else listens to. Listen to it because you like it. There isn't any right or wrong music, but there IS right and wrong music for a person. I used to be a radio whore, but now I'm not satisfied with a CD unless at least one of the tracks gives me a chill, literally. Sometimes mainstream music has been able to do that for me, but lots of time it doesn't. Stay true to what you like. (On a side note, I just got the Mars Volta CD today, and I absolutely love it. I can tell that it's gonna be one of my favorite CDs cuz I've listened to it three times today. It's definitely different from regular rock music... but if you're gonna check them out, you have to listen to the entire CD from beginning to end. The individual songs are really mind-blowing, and the way that the songs flow together is awesome. So yeah anyway, check out De-Loused in the Comatorium by the Mars Volta.)
3. Quit getting tanked/smoking/doing other shit just because it's the "cool" thing to do. It's pretty apparent from previous livejournals that I do drink and I did smoke until recently. I never had any problem with those things, but the way that it's usually done fucking grinds me. I do it to get my mind off of life and to have a good time with my friends. That's all. When I would smoke, I usually didn't go anywhere other than to just hang out with my friends or to see a concert. I was responsible and respectful about it. The same thing goes for drinking - For a long time I haven't been "that guy" at the party who just walks around saying "OH MAN I AM SO TANKED RIGHT NOW! MAN I AM DRUNK! SO VERY DRUNK! I DON'T THINK THAT I COULD BE MORE DRUNK THAN I AM RIGHT NOW! MAN I AM SOOO DRUNK!!! DRINKING!!!" and then throws up all over the floor cuz he drank too much. I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. Nobody cares. Nobody gives one shit about how drunk you are. I realized that that's something that you should keep to yourself. Drinking should ENHANCE your experience. It should not DEFINE your LIFE. Have a good time, but be responsible and don't act like a tool.
I'm sure there are more tips, but this is getting long.
One point that I do disagree with Max on is that I don't think that people in high school are more prone to this kind of behavior than people in college. I made a bunch of friends in high school that already had their shit figured out. I had a girlfriend who was three years younger than me that knew what was up just as much as the rest of my friends did. Some people just understand what it means to be yourself and others don't. I just found out recently that my sister smokes cigarettes. I was pretty pissed about that. I personally don't think that smoking cigarettes is the smartest thing, but I really don't have a problem with it if someone does it because it's their thing. But I know that Brianne didn't start smoking because she likes the flavor of smoke. She started because she knew other people who did it. That's really no reason to do anything.
So where am I going with all of this? I have had a lot of conversations with different people about these kinds of things. Now I know that I'm a shy person, so that's a big reason that I haven't been dating anyone for a long time. But I've also realized through these conversations that I'm extremely picky. It's almost sickening. Honestly, I have only met a VERY small number of girls that I would even consider taking out somewhere. I can count them on one hand. And I'm not the kind of person that just gets his groove on with random girls that he's not actually interested in, so you can imagine what impact this has had in that area. My standards are just incredibly high. It's hard to find people that don't have the personality of a tree stump. Here's the problem: Since I have such terribly high standards... how the fuck am I gonna get together with a girl that can have any guy she wants? Seriously. I mean I'm perfectly happy with who I am... but I think a lot of people don't understand me, and that I'm not most people's style. Or that I'm just too damn weird for most girls. But maybe I'm wrong.
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| Wednesday, September 3rd, 2003
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10:57 pm - Who's in charge in here?
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Hi there. Once again, I really don't have anything to say... or anything of importance, at least. I haven't met any amazing girls that knock my off my feet. I haven't done anything to change the world. For that matter, I haven't really done anything even remotely amusing. Yet I still bore you with my endless babbling.
Welcome Week ended on Monday... or Sunday night if you were just counting the fun things to do. I retired one of my illegal activities on Saturday night, but I'll probably just start drinking more, so interpret that how you wish. I do feel a little different though. I don't know how I went for so long without having any alcohol. Oh yeah, I almost died once. Hopefully someday I will reach the point where I don't feel the urge to drink either, but that's not gonna happen anytime soon... so until then, bottoms up.
In other news, I was ass-raped by the local bookstores this past week. So far, I've managed to spend $560 on books for this semester and I still don't have them all. I hate LSA profs. People here always whine about the scientists being bad people, but it's the goddam history profs that have shady deals worked out with the book store so people have to buy their books that normally wouldn't sell for jack shit. Crooked bastards.
Well, I guess that's all for now. I've got Music Theory 137 tomorrow! Woohoo!
Other than that, I just have to keep my head up. Goodnight.
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| Monday, September 1st, 2003
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1:04 am - Who likes DRINKING? Me.
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Yesterday was a better day than those before it. Not to say that the previous days were bad... but last night I had a really good time. During the afternoon, I was just hangin out and playing guitar on the Prosonic (which I love oh so much) and then I went out for a bike ride. About a block and a half down Geddes, I ran into Danielle and her roommate Shannon. When inquired about my destination, I said, "Well, the party isn't gonna start for a while, so I'm just off for a quick bike ride." Immediately following my response, a drunk guy on the roof of the house right next to us yelled out, "Party?? Do you mean the party we're having here?? Cuz we're having one! And you should come!!" I appreciated the offer, but I didn't go over there. Drunk guy stories are funny, though.
When I returned to the apartment, Matt was kickin it upstairs with Rachel, Kelly, and their friends Terran and Ryan. All of the above were really fun to get smashed with. When I walked in, I was wearing my Squishy shirt, so all night they called me Squishy. That's fine though, I like it. In our apartment I had a couple Labatt's to get the party started
Kelly said she had a friend that lived in a house over on Walnut that was having a party. This party was fantastic. They had a keg of KILLIANS IRISH RED. Not fuckin' around there. When we headed downstairs to the keg, I saw Danielle once again, but this time, she was engaged in what looked like a very serious game of beer pong, so I didn't interrupt her. When I got up somewhat close to the keg, some tall guy saw me and was like "Did you take Physics 140 last winter?? Were you in my class??" I said "Yeah dude, I think so." Then he said, "Oh my god, I cheated off of you on the final and I passed the fucking class!! I was gonna fail, but then I heard that you did well, so I sat behind you! You must have done really well, cuz I got a B in the class! Somebody get this man a beer!! Get him a beer, right here! I owe him an entire case!!" This was followed by a bunch of people shaking my hand and getting me to the front for my beer. I'm glad to know that I'm helping the community. :-) Yeah, drunk guy stories are funny.
After that episode, I headed back upstairs to mingle a bit. Molly and Tassie had shown up, followed by Suzy, Mary Ellen, and a couple of their Bursley friends. Danielle had stopped her game of beer pong, so she was also hangin out. She said that she was gonna leave, but a cop was outside, and he asked her if she had been drinking, which she obviously was. She said "No..." and turned around and walked back inside. Jenny Frick was there as well. Fantastic! Anyways, at the party I had about 3-4 beers and danced / hung out with some lovely ladies. All in all a good time.
After the Walnut party, we went with Matt to one of the houses owned by the guys in Theta Tau. The group split ways, but Molly, Tassie, Matt and I were the remaining hardcore people. When we were looking for the party, Matt was positive that a church parking lot was a street, so he wandered around in that for a while, which was funny. When we arrived at the house, there were quite a few people, but it was lacking in the beer area. Matt has connections, so he got us a cup half full of god-knows-what, which I proceeded to take a shot of. Good times.
In the final chapter of the novel that this entry is becoming, our heroes stagger back to their apartment with Molly and Tassie, who hadn't had enough to drink. We hung out in the living room and drank Labatt's, ate pizza, and watched Half-Baked till about 4. The ladies went home, Matt was passed out on the couch, and I had possibly one too many. I went back upstairs, passed out on my bed, and woke up today at about 12:30. I may or may not still have alcohol in my blood. This entry was not easy to write, but why? I might just be tired. But regardless, it's shower time.
Adios.
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| Friday, August 29th, 2003
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3:57 pm - Incoherent babbling
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Well, I'm back in Ace Deuce for the year. I expect that I won't ever live in Grand Blanc again. And I'm perfectly happy with that.
Yeah so for those of you who remember antisocial Brandon, he made a triumphant return last night. I think this is gonna last a while cuz I seem to be getting less and less tolerant of people. It's not that they make me angry or anything... I guess I just feel like, "What's the point?" I'll go do something if something happens to be going on, but I really am tired of putting forth the effort of going to parties on weekends and doing other shit that I'm not terribly excited about just because there's nothing else interesting going on. So I think I might go up to the Pig a bit more often. Or to blues & jazz clubs. Or to go see some indie movies and whatnot. I'm tired of the repetitiveness of trying.
While we're on the subject of trying: I wonder why it feels like such an effort to get tanked at a frat party. I had a conversation with Max about this yesterday, cuz I think I might have it figured out. Most people go to clubs/frat parties/etc. to meet people. I have no problem meeting people, and it's actually quite nice when it's under the right circumstances. I don't really consider these places to be the right circumstances. Think about it - When you see someone at a party that you want to talk to, why do you make that decision? You decide that you want to meet them because of what you see, and usually there is no other reason. So how is that a good thing? How do you feel about being judged by your appearance? Personally, that's one of the things that really grinds me just cuz I don't exactly look like every other guy there. Usually I can count on two hands the number of times that I get weird looks or double takes when I go to parties. It's really fantastic for the ego. Maybe I overanalyze these things, or maybe I just have more depth than most people. But either way, hopefully you can see my point.
Anyways, that's enough philosophy for one afternoon. I do feel relatively peaceful right now. There's nothing like a good Pumpkins record to soothe the soul.
Mr Friendly Out.
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| Sunday, August 24th, 2003
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12:46 am - Please, no more applesauce
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Hey y'all, it's time for another boring, pointless livejournal entry that hardly anyone will read and even less people will comment on. That's all fine and dandy, because I really don't have anything interesting to say.
I've been back in Grand Blanc since last Friday. It was nice for the first 3 or 4 days, but now I'm getting pretty sick of it. On three seperate occasions, I left the house around 10:30 looking for something to eat, and each time, the whole goddam town was closed. There are too many old people here, and as a result, nothing is open past 10. Sucks.
Speaking of things that suck, I got my wisdom teeth removed on Wednesday. Actually, it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was gonna be. I didn't swell up, and for the most part, I haven't been in that much pain. I mean, my jaw is definitely sore, but it's not as painful as I was expecting it to be. On the upside, they did give me some vicadin to take the edge off of it. So it has pretty much been a 4-day period of me spacing out, watching tv, or playing video games. Fun.
As fun as all that sounds, nothing can compare to the excitement of WELCOME WEEK and COLLEGE. The Matts and I move into our bachelor pad on Wednesday. Subsequently, there will be many crazy nights of drinking and just having fun in general. After welcome week, however, we have to go to class. I'm actually ready to go back for more, even though I only had about 2 weeks off of class this summer. I'm just excited in general. I wanna go back to school, have lots of fun while it lasts, and at the same time, make pretty good progress in my classes so I can get out and start making some money. This semester is gonna be a little different for me cuz I'm not really taking that many math/physics intensive courses. I decided to change things up a bit. Here's what I have:
Electrical Engineering & Computer Science 215 - Introduction to Circuits
Mechanical Engineering 235 - Thermodynamics I
History 161 - U.S. History 1865-Present
Music Theory 137 - Introduction to Music Theory
Musicology 341 - Introduction to the Art of Music
Yeah, it should be a fun semester. I was just gonna take the first 4 classes, but I decided to get my humanities classes out of the way, so I tacked on the Musicology class. The prof for that class seems like he might be cool. He's into 20th century music, so I won't be listening to classical all the time (not that there's anything wrong with classical, but I can relate more to newer music). I guess the last book that he published was about the Velvet Underground, so I'll probably be learning some cool stuff. Yup.
Well, it's 1:00 and time for another vicadin. Goodnight.
current mood:  numb
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| Monday, August 11th, 2003
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10:25 pm - Hey there, fancypants.
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Hello again, people. I just returned from a TOTALLY RAD AWESOME weekend up north and in Grand Blanc. Actually, it wasn't anywhere near that extreme, but I still had a really good time. Here's a breakdown of all the goings-on:
Wednesday: Got depressed, skipped class, wanted to curl up in a ball and die.
Thursday: Fishing trip!!! Not only that, but it was a drunken fishing trip! In fact, it would be more accurate to call the trip a drinking trip that involved some fishing. Striped-head-Kyle and I packed our shit into his truck and headed for the U.P., which is a fantastic place. We drove for about 5 and a half hours until we reached the town of Curtis, where we stayed in the Log Cabin resort. And by resort, I mean campground. On the way up, we kept seeing signs for the Mystery Spot. The signs consisted of a black background and a red circle with a big, white question mark in the middle of it. Some of the signs said "Voted #1", but they failed to describe what the poll was about. Anyway, Kyle and I were totally intrigued by the big question mark signs... the question was burning like it burns sometimes when I pee: What was the Mystery Spot?! (Who likes forshadowing??? I do!) When we reached the camp, we got hooked up with a case of Labatt Blue to work on... And I think it suffices to say that we got the job done with impressive efficiency and professionalism. Thursday consisted of eating and drinking beer around the campfire from roughly 5 to 12. Good times.
Friday: More drinking. Kyle and I polished off the case, so we had to switch over to Miller Lite for a bit. I had no complaints. Also, one of the guys fixed me up with a "Camp Special," which consists of about 3-4 shots of rum and some Squirt. Needless to say, my lightweight ass was getting pretty worthless a couple times. I was even giving drunken college advice to a kid who was up there with us. I also tried Buttershots for the first time. What could be better than alcohol that tastes like butterscotch candy?! Absolutely nothing. I swear to god, they're just targeting little kids more and more with this flavored alcohol stuff. Before you know it, they'll be sellin that shit in baby bottles. Oh yeah, we went fishing some time on Friday, but that really wasn't the point of the trip, so I'll spare you the details.
Saturday: Trip back to Ann Arbor from up north. When we passed the Mystery Spot, Kyle couldn't take it anymore, so we pulled into the driveway and the adventure began. The goddamn adventure also cost me six dollars and about fifteen minutes of my life. As Kyle put it, the only mystery about the Mystery Spot is "Where the hell did my money go?!!" Our tour guide was pretty good looking, and she seemed bored. We should have got our groove on in the shack, but Kyle was there blocking all of my vibes. If I was solo, it totally would have happened. Regardless, we had quenched our thirst for the Mystery Spot, and now we know what it is and you don't. Ha. On the way home, Kyle and I stopped at my house to get some bins to assist us with moving out this week. After we got back to the apartment, I checked my voice mail to find that Crazy Jenny was demanding that I come to GB for the weekend. Buffa was having a cookout and I had "no excuse" to miss it. It was Jenny's birthday, so I agreed to come back if someone came to get me. Jenny drove me up to Buffa's, where I was bombarded with hamburgers, hot dogs, and various other meat products. Not that kind of meat product, you sick fuck. God, I hate people sometimes.
Sunday: Sunday was officially HangingOutWithMaxwellDunlop Day. We busted out his acoustic guitar and his harmonicas and went up to the bench on South Saginaw to loiter it up. We put his guitar case out in the sidewalk and jammed for a while. Sadly, Grand Blank sucks ass, so only one guy walked past us, and he didn't give us any money. Later on, we went to see Whale Rider with Amber. It was a good movie, but she cried through the whole thing.
I'm tired, so I'll give you today's breakdown tomorrow. Goodnight everyone!
current mood: refreshed
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| Wednesday, August 6th, 2003
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1:45 pm - The sun hurts my eyes...
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Do you ever have those days that make you wish you never woke up? I mean not for any actual reason... but just because you want to sleep all day and not see anyone or do anything? I suppose I was overdue for a wave of depression anyways. I mean, I did go for an entire year and a half being relatively happy, for the most part. That's a lot better than the way I was before the end of high school. Fuck, I'm going to play guitar or get some bubble tea or something. It'll go away, always does.
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current mood: sad
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