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C2H5OH [24 May 2007|12:39am] [ mood | drunk ] [ music | Tom Waits - Little Drop of Poison ] Tom Waits has been my drinking buddy lately. Just chilling out in my dungeon, with a couple beers between us, a black russian, some weird amaretto martini, and a few half-empty bottles of gin. I firmly believe in rule 45 of The 86 Rules of Boozing. The rest of them too, but I think as long as you have good friends like Tom Waits, we coo'. He and I like our town with a little drop of poison. He and I both think I'm due for a change. A big change. A life change. In my life, I've come to know Winter as a season of change. Usually big, dramatic FUCKS of change. Sometimes literally. But this year I consciously made the decision to suppress any feelings of wanting change, or to really act out on my winter highs and lows. Excitement and Depression. I had those highs and lows, but I fought them. Now I feel like something's missing. A short history: For a good nine months after high school graduation, I was crazy. Broke up with my 4 year girlfriend, went out with Jessica, a coke-addicted blonde escort. Drank. Played russian roulette with a mexican guy named Fausto. Hung out, Drank, and occasionally came close to getting my neck broken by a 55 year old guy named Ron. Dated a lesbian, after playing spin the bottle with her and kissing Fausto. Drove a long long long time. And then the Winter came. Whoa, depression. Whoa, change. Whoa, Bright Eyes, cigarettes, Elliott Smith, and Neutral Milk Hotel. And then I got back together with Heather. The next Winter, I shook it all up again when I just came clean about everything. Winter's have always been like this, for as long as forever, in different extremes. But this Winter never came. And now I'm a little confused. I feel like things should be different, but the Winter never came to change anything. Winter came, and I was on my best behavior. So now I have to do something about it. But what? Maybe I'll burn a house down. Or try LSD. Or lock myself in my room and fast for 20 days. Whatever it takes to crack. It's only through those who crack that the light shines through. So Neko Case has joined our little inebriated club. Let me tell you what: them red bells are deep. Yeah, I've been into the Blues alot lately. Want a playlist? Tom Waits, Star Anna, Mark Pickerel, Neko Case, Johnny Cash, Billie Holiday, Patsy Cline, Dan Bern, Elliott Smith, plus a few obscurities. This awesome club is getting bigger. I feel like we should have buttons or pins or something. If we did have pins, they might look like this: Okay, I forgot what I was making that for almost as soon as I started making it and just ended up doing whatever I though looked cool. But you're free to steal it, and wear it all around. Okbye. ((4 Little monkeys jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

ramblings [11 Apr 2007|12:30am] [ mood | tired ] [ music | Dark Fantastic - Hidden Track (13) ] I am stuck. I’ve got a snake around my throat that calls me baby. I’ve got a fist around my waist, and its squeezing me still. I need a vacation. I’ll sell all my belongings and move to Jet City. We’ll all eat boca dogs on the waterfront and remember the good old times that never were or will be. The boats sail in and out and know where they’re going. But back here in the real world I’m still sleeping on the floor in foamy pink vomit: whiskey and peeps from the night before. I sing lyrics in my sleep apparently. Andrea Zollo says we can never go home but Sheryl Crow says that’s where this is. I awake to a man staring in my bedroom window, planning the eloquent words he’ll leave tucked in my windshield. Perhaps I’m the first man to sleep on the floor. He’s a navy man, and calls me disrespectful. I only plotted to slash his tires after he parked in front of my house. ((1 Little monkey jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

[30 Mar 2006|09:03pm] [ mood | optimistic ] [ music | Pretty Girls Make Mixes (podcast) ] So I'm thinking about starting my own podcast. Fuckin A. ((1 Little monkey jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

[29 Mar 2006|06:05pm] [ mood | amused ] [ music | Electric Six - Rock And Roll Evacuation ] Well. It's high time I write some words in here. Tom Jones was just knighted. Does anyone else watch Joppa? I love this thing. Workin' at KXLE now, as well as volunteering at the college radio station. They're moving to a bigger building with some crazyawesome state-of-the-art new equipment. So I'll be put on the payroll soon to help them move. After they get started there I may have a chance to have a morning show of my own. As Randy (the station engineer) said: "I THINK IT'S HIGH TIME FOR A MAN'S SHOW THAT PANDERS TO THE WANTS AND NEEDS OF BURLY GUYS LIKE US. IT WOULD DRIP WITH MANLINESS, YET WOMEN WOULD LOVE IT TOO." Though that was directly taken from an e-mail, the guy talks in caps lock in real life, so it's only appropriate. I LOVE this guy! He opens his mouth, and I start taking mental notes on his talking style. Actually, I think it's kind of a habit (making mental notes of talking styles, that is). Tim and I used to do it to Mr. Jakubiak, from chemistry, and track. Same with Sgt. Baker, and Massie. Real life people just become characters in our minds. I think I should start a new comic in the light of Sgt. Baker, Tech. Only... maybe in full-color this time. We'll see. I'll brainstorm on it. I spent an hour in bed last night texting random omak cell phone numbers. I said Hello. I got... WHO THE hELL r U? Who is this? (and my favorite...) EAT SHIT There was more, and fun to be had, but nothing exciting enough to talk about. SOMEONE TEXT ME! Okbye. ((2 Little monkeys jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

Corduroy Boy [04 Nov 2005|04:23pm] [ mood | excited ] [ music | Dears - Corduroy Boy ] Hey, yo, it's me. Yeah, so... I spend more time on myspace now. That's where I've been. How's it goin'? I live in E-burg now, for the uninformed. Goin' to college. Havin' fun. Gettin' smart. Books, friends, parties. Music, always. I volunteer at the college radio station here, now. I'm the intern for Miles Darrington and DJ Son in the morning; I'm "Postcard". So they send me on all sorts of horrible and random "intern duties", like breaking into a dorm, pounding on someone's door and WAKING THEM UP at 7:30AM, all over the cell phone, on the air. Just for example. ..."intern duties"... Oh and tomorrow is my Birthday! Soooo... if anyone HAS a myspace, click on the link up there. Add me. Et cetera. Cool cool. Bye bye. ((2 Little monkeys jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

[13 Jul 2005|07:38pm] [ mood | uninteresting ] [ music | Lovin' Spoonful, on KOMW ] I found out that Pink Taco, a song I wrote with Fausto when I was ASSdrunk months ago is floating around Okanogan High School. That's cool. Visited Ellensburg to look for a job and an apartment for when I move out. Good time with Heather. We ate Chinese and our waitress was really cutely sterotypical, even though her name was Martha. The smoking section is much hipper than the non-smoking section, which we found out after picking non. Got a ticket. Overall, good times. Quitting McD's once and for all. Last day is July 31st. Things are getting really uninteresting around here though. C'mon SOMEONE invite me to a party or something. We'll have a time, yo. This entry is just filler. Disregard it if you like, it's okay. ((1 Little monkey jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

[22 Jun 2005|08:56pm] [ mood | satisfied ] [ music | Neil Diamond - Cracklin' Rosie ] I love working here. The last 5 hours I've been listening to the radio, doodling, writing stupid poems... All I've REALLY had to do was about 15 minutes of vacuuming. And now, at 8:57, It's sign-off time. Jerry announces the sign-off over that really groovy music. All the info about the power of the tower (whoa, cool band name), and the location all that jazz. The national anthem plays, then I push a button. It's playing right now. Just a second, gotta shut off the transmitter (I feel very important, pushing this big blue button). Now I hang around 15 more minutes while the filament cools down. Then I go home. This job just rules. I love it. Radio is a lot different after working in a radio station. I listen to other radio stations and pick things out. You kind of know what's going on behind someone else's scenes and stuff. You can admire (or laugh at) other station's audio editing, or listen for a switch between network and local air. It's just different. My favorite station by far is 107.7 The End. Anyway, I should go. Okbye. ((4 Little monkeys jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

Better [15 Jun 2005|09:09pm] [ music | Dresden Fucks stuck in my head. ] So I'm sitting at teh RADio station. I'm writing in my LJ. 90% of my job on wednesdays is waiting to push a button every so often. I have my last button to push in about 5 minutes, so I'm spending it writing here. I'm trying to write some lyrics, because the last song I wrote was Eulogy For Mike. I heard Tim wrote 3 new songs. He played me one called "The 3rd Name". It's so Dearsesque. Y'all are still waiting on those pictures from the recent concerts I went to: Sasquatch Festival, and Endfest. If you guys want better pictures than the ones I took from Sasquatch, they're at www.icecreamman.com. Maybe I'll give some short reviews of the bands when I post those pictures too. Bands to check out in the meantime: The Dears Menomena Aqueduct Mountain Con U.S.E. okloveyoubye. ((1 Little monkey jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

[15 Jun 2005|09:09pm] It's just fact that I'm no good ok? I'm good FOR NOTHING. I am completely mediocre. I'll never be "all the way" something; just "Kinda". I guess I'm "kinda" indie, I guess I'm "kinda" smart, "kinda" alright, "kinda" okay at guitar. Other things, I'm just plain bad at. Relationships, no good. ANYTHING social, no good. I can't even remember to do simple things like errands, calling someone I'm supposed to, make appointments. Seriously, why bother with me? Whoa... Like depression ensues. Here, let me write a new lj entry.... ((2 Little monkeys jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

[31 May 2005|12:49pm] [ mood | stressed ] [ music | The Dears - The Second Part ] Hey there. I have a week left of school, and am in danger of failing all 4 of my classes. I just haven't been able to get myself to work. I've been working 1.5 jobs, and spending the rest of the time in class or on the phone. I haven't been able to motivate myself to do homework. But now, I think, the threat of failure is enough to get me to do it. I'll call out of work on Thursday. hw is all I'll do. In other news, I went to the Sasquatch Festival last weekend. I'll have pictures and stories for y'all later. But right now, I'm off to class, with a few 10 minute breaks so that I can go in the bathroom and cry. Have fun. ((6 Little monkeys jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

[08 May 2005|12:19pm] The Rat by The Walkmen ( lyrics ) ((1 Little monkey jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

Weekdays! [03 May 2005|11:05am] [ mood | depressed! ] [ music | The Dears - The Second Part ] All meetings with me are now by appointment only. Please notify me 4 weeks in advance if you want to "hang out". If anybody needs me, I'll be in my office. SLAM! ~pissed~ ((2 Little monkeys jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

[21 Apr 2005|08:33pm] [ mood | critical ] [ music | Supersonic Salvation - Sandpaper Paddles ] Hey, whaddaya say you give me something to write/rant about this time. Dammit, I -want- to write something, sooo... Hey, gimme somethin' to write about. What do I think about so and so actor? What do I think about the war on Terrorism? What the hell was I thinking when so and so happened? What do you guys wanna hear? Okay go. ((10 Little monkeys jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

[20 Apr 2005|08:13pm] [ mood | happy ] [ music | The Ventures - Pipeline ] I got my 10 free CDs from BMG. Cool, ah? Oh, yeah, got some Built To Spill, Killers, Velvet Underground... We've got rhythm. We've got music. We've got dancing. Who could ask for anthing more? Spent time in Everett. The time in Seattle with Heather was glorious. I love Seattle. and Heatherrr <3333. And I loved hanging out with my sister too. Hey, if anybody, like, has an iPod and, like, really hates it and doesn't want it? Like... give it to me. 'Cause like... I kinda want one, and...like...iPod's are cool, and you don't want yours anyway. kthx. <3 times with Tim pretending to be girls cybering stupid guys. GOING TO SASQUATCH FESTIVALLLLL!!!!! For all the that knew about me PAing the baseball game on Tuesday, well... Me PAing has been postponed until Saturday. It'll be good. So come. Okaayyyy bye. ((2 Little monkeys jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

[08 Apr 2005|01:50pm] [ mood | good ] [ music | Smaller Half - Eulogy For Mike ] So aside from hating my job, I have something else to say. Tim and I have written a song. (COPYWRITED DAMN YOU DON'T TOUCH IT!!) It's inspired by the graffiti on the road that says "RIP Mike." Neither Tim nor I knew who mike was so we wrote a song about a dead man we never met. ( Eulogy For Mike ) We're having fun figuring out some music for it. It oughtta be good. ((1 Little monkey jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

[05 Apr 2005|11:08am] [ mood | like hell. ] [ music | No time. ] One minute at a time, it's going away. Oh wait, it's gone. ((1 Little monkey jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

Fade to red, fade to black. [15 Mar 2005|05:04pm] [ mood | blank ] [ music | No time for music. ] Work, work, school, work, school, work, day off? (Yeah right), work. School. Work work work. Fawwwwkkkk.... It should be said that I'll be raking in the big bucks shortly. But I'm working all the time. No time for lj updates. No time for phone calls. No time for my guitar, who is longing for me to come to bed with it, but I close allll the time, and don't give her the glorious attention she deserves. BUT. I had a little time to start fixing my Reel to reel. If everything goes right, I should be able to get it fixed... tonight? tomorrow? Some time. No time for lyrics. No time for surveys. No time for travelling. No time for friends, no time for family. Work work, school, work. Goodbye life, goodbye self. It was nice knowing you. Maybe I'll see you again some time. Maybe I'll see you through the smog of the city. Maybe I'll see you some day. I miss you already. ((4 Little monkeys jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

In Seattle with Heather [28 Feb 2005|10:08am] [ mood | happy ] [ music | Lucksmiths - Macintyre ] Heather and I went to Seattle on a sunny Saturday We held hands and looked out from the waterfront Ate clam chowder and drank Starbucks with drunk pirate clowns Walked around in the Pike Place Market We had such a good time. I've never felt more at home. ((9 Little monkeys jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

[24 Feb 2005|06:32pm] [ mood | hopeful ] [ music | Pavement - Flamethrowa ] Hello. Everyone can send their hot and nasty commentary/dirty talk/nude photos/off-topic rants to: inthesameboat@gmail.com plzkthx ((3 Little monkeys jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

I suppose there comes a time in every man's life... [23 Feb 2005|12:20pm] [ mood | okay ] [ music | Abandoned Pools - Clone High Theme ] to update his livejournal. So anyways. The bast'ds at McD's have made me a manager. Screw the trainer thing, you're a manager Zach. Okay. I'm not excited at all. It's just... okay. As soon as I get a haircut, I can work without a hat. Mannnnn...I don't wanna haircut. But I'll get one because I'm the arch's bitch. So Tim's moving back. He needs money from me to get up here. I've already given him a little. And I'll give him a little more. But... Dammit, he'll pay me back in food. But ya know, even if he does, that's fine. Growing up, my dad taught me some things. There's the benefit of the doubt thing. Then there's the policy of loaning people money. Don't loan someone money you can't afford to lose for good. If you get it back, that's cool, but if not, then okay. I want Tim to get up here really bad, and I know he would do it for me. So I'll give him a little more money, and it's okay. So I've become busier and busier lately. Today, for example, I have class at 1:00, off to a manager meeting at McD's at 2:00, Radio station at 4:30 till 6:00, then it's back to McD's at 7:30, till midnight. Then I'll be up until 2-3ish, then I'll go to sleep. Everyday is not this busy, but they get pretty hectic. Heather came over last weekend. We partied. I posted on here REALLY DRUNK, but I made it private since then. If anyone wants it back, I'll make it Friend's Only. Normally, I'm against Friend's Only. ALL my entries are public. But that's an exception. Anyway. I gotta brush my teeth, and go to school. Thank You Come Again. ((1 Little monkey jumpin' on the bed. ~ Break the rules.))

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