Zach's Journal

C2H5OH

2007-05-24T07:48:11Z

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.

ramblings

2007-04-11T07:35:21Z

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.

fluffycrunch @ 2006-03-30T21:03:00

2006-03-31T05:05:35Z

So I'm thinking about starting my own podcast.

Fuckin A.

fluffycrunch @ 2006-03-29T18:05:00

2006-03-30T02:35:57Z

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.

Corduroy Boy

2005-11-05T00:39:01Z

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.

fluffycrunch @ 2005-07-13T19:38:00

2005-07-14T02:42:08Z

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.

fluffycrunch @ 2005-06-22T20:56:00

2005-06-23T04:03:32Z

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.

Better

2005-06-16T04:15:01Z

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.

fluffycrunch @ 2005-06-15T21:09:00

2005-06-16T04:09:54Z

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....

fluffycrunch @ 2005-05-31T12:49:00

2005-05-31T19:54:02Z

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.

fluffycrunch @ 2005-05-08T12:19:00

2005-05-08T19:55:13Z

The Rat
by The Walkmen

You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
I know we've been through this before
Can't you hear me, I'm calling out your name
Can't you see me, I'm pounding on your door

You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
Can't you hear me, I'm bleeding on the wall
Can't you see me, I'm pounding on your door

Can't you hear me when I'm calling out your name?

When I used to go out, I would know everyone that I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all

When I used to go out I'd know everyone I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all

When I used to go out I'd know everyone I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all

You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
I'm sure we've been through this before
Can't you hear me, I'm beating on your wall
Cant you see me, I'm pounding on your door

Weekdays!

2005-05-03T18:08:17Z

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~

fluffycrunch @ 2005-04-21T20:33:00

2005-04-22T05:38:08Z

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.

fluffycrunch @ 2005-04-20T20:13:00

2005-04-21T03:24:52Z

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.

fluffycrunch @ 2005-04-08T13:50:00

2005-04-08T20:55:11Z

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
Z. Hammond / T. Mustoe
----
Am 7(Chord) Word on the street is your dead

1
Michael, or did your friends call you mike
You will be missed
From what I heard you were fine
Example of a man

2
Rest in peace mike
If we had met we could been friends
Suddenly came whatever killed you
Taken from us who didn’t know you

Chorus
It may or may not have been your fault
But when you die whose fault is to blame
Please rest in peace mike
The world may have not been the same
But it’s not yours

3
There are so many things unanswered
Yet I’m looking backward to find
The question in the first place
Are you from these parts?

Bridge
Living was hard to do
And dying was so easy
What does it say on the pavement?
Words for your mother (chorus)

4
Michael, or did your friends call you mike
You will be missed
From what I heard you were fine
Example of a man

(Chorus end)

We're having fun figuring out some music for it. It oughtta be good.

fluffycrunch @ 2005-04-05T11:08:00

2005-04-05T18:09:11Z

One minute at a time, it's going away.
Oh wait, it's gone.

Fade to red, fade to black.

2005-03-16T01:12:27Z

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.

In Seattle with Heather

2005-02-28T19:09:04Z

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.

fluffycrunch @ 2005-02-24T18:32:00

2005-02-25T02:37:56Z

Hello.
Everyone can send their hot and nasty commentary/dirty talk/nude photos/off-topic rants to:

inthesameboat@gmail.com

plzkthx

I suppose there comes a time in every man's life...

2005-02-23T20:41:42Z

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.

Listen up!

2005-02-17T23:14:53Z

Hey hey hey, cadets, it's me DJ Vince, and I'm hear to deliver to you all my top 100 (more like 20ish) top songs that have been in my head in the past month. So without further redue, citizens, BlabbedaBLAOW!

Rilo Kiley - Glendora
(This song is just... -ungh!-!)

Smashing Pumpkins - Nowhere
(This song is the best song on some the first summerish days of the year.

Pavement - Here
(Pavement is always awesome for lyrics. I don't know why, but this song hits me, man)

Abandoned Pool - Clone High Theme Song
(Because I want to screw Joan of Arc REALLY BAD.)

Shivaree - Goodnight Moon
(from the Kill Bill Vol. 2 soundtrack. ANYTHING good enough for QT is good enough for me, but this song's a definite keeper.)

Louis XIV - Finding Out True Love Is Blind
("Wind you up and make you crawl to meee/Tie you up until you call to meee")

Horrorpops - Misstake
(Horrorpops are on the same label as Bikini Kill. They also rock hardcore. They're like what No Doubt SHOULD BE. Feckin A.)

Interpol - Evil
( I work with a girl named Rosemary. Saying her name makes me thing of this badass song.)

Misfits - Last Caress
("I GOT SOMETHING TO SAYYY!! I RAPED YOUR MOTHER TODAY and it DOESN'T MATTER MUCH TO ME as long as she's spreeeaaddd"

The Thrills - One Horse Town
(I used to hear the song on McRadio and wonder what it was, because... I liked it [which is weird for McRadio])

Death Sandwitch - Pussy Melody
(YEAH.)

Alkaline Trio - Private Eye

Henry Mancini - Baby Elephant Walk
(I LOVE THIS.)
Franz Ferdinand - Michael
(While this song plays, I forget all about being straight. I would screw a guy to this song AND LIKE IT.)

Pretty Girls Make Graves - Speakers Push The Air
(Do YOU remember what the music meant?)

The Killers - Mr. Brightside

The Rutles - Piggy In The Middle
(The OTHER fab few from Liverpool)

The Smaller Half - Pink Taco
(Sing along!)

Well, rats and rabbits, that'll be all. Thank you come again and peace out.
DJ Vince, signing off.

BREAKING NEWS

2005-02-14T22:09:11Z

Tim's moving back!

I found out from Sierra's (step?)mom that Sierra lost her job (KlonDIKE pizza closed) so neither of them will be able to afford living on their own anymore. They're going to live with Sierra's dad.
There's a few bad news tidbits that came with that news (i.e. news of the nasty porn pictures Sierra and Tim left of themselves on Sierra's computer)...
But mostly good news. I think it's a step toward rewinding this whole badness. He's coming back. Then maybe he'll get rid of her.
But even if he doesn't.

AWESOME. HE'S COMING BACK.

Now I just need to whip him into shape. Get him to take a little more care in his hygeine... eh...

YEAH. FECKIN A.

fluffycrunch @ 2005-02-11T00:33:00

2005-02-11T09:19:09Z

Strange to be tired at such an early hour (for me). I'm so used to going to bed at 2ish... waking up at 11ish. But this morning I woke up at 4 to work at the radio station. So I'm sleepy.

I guess I haven't posted in a while. Not enough for y'all to know that Tim spent a few days here last week. He woke up up on Wednesday (I think it was) at 7ish and we hung out a bunch. For the most part it was cool. We visited people in the high school and stuff. I wish I knew he was coming, I would have taken the time off work. But alas, we haven't been talking because we don't have the means.

BUT needless to say, Sierra was a BIIITTCCHHH the whole time. I can't fucking stand her. The piss-icing on the shit-cake THIS time was the last night Tim was here. Though Tim has expressed to Sierra his hatred for her drinking, she spent a few hours alone with her cousin and was drunk when we walked, at midnightish, to the place they were staying. We were just telling Sierra we were going to be out until 1ish. Tim and I walked around. That was really cool. We went to the radio station and back, talking about the way we wish things were, we talked about Omak, etc. We even talked about hot babes (without ever MENTIONING Sierra). It was glorious.
When we got home it was about 1:30, and I walked in to find my dad awake. Sierra had been calling my house asking where Tim was. THIS was awesome of my dad. She was crying about how Tim was supposed to be there a half hour ago, and he WASN'T, and how Tim couldn't be found.
My dad, on the phone, yelled "Sierra, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!" and hung up the phone.

(YESSSS!!! FECKIN AWESOME!)

The next day Tim came over in the morning to grab some of his stuff, and invite me to lunch. Sierra didn't come inside, she stayed in the car. So I got dressed and met them at the Breadline about 20 minutes later. When I got there Sierra spent the whole time looking through the window. Tim said, in regards to Sierra's quietness, "You're dad was kind of..."
"I know," I said. "But he does that to people that call late at night."
Sierra glared at me and said "You guys were out late".
I looked at her all pissed off-like. "It was one-thirty!"
"You guys weren't gonna be out past one!"
"Oh jeez. Whatever."
The conversation meandered elsewhere for a minute, uncomfortably friendly. Tim said something about it again (I'm sure Sierra was pinching his leg or something).
"Anyways, what I was getting at was that Sierra kind of wanted an apology."
LIKE HELL I WAS GIVING HER AN APOLOGY.
So I said, "Well, you coulda called, you know."
She replied all fat-cowlike, "I didn't have your number. Tim had mine."
"Well, I wish I'd have known that."

And that's about where it ended. I didn't really see Tim again after that.
So to all that wanted to hang out with us before he left, that's why. It ended on a bad note, and the chance never came. I wish it had, that would have been good. But no.

Sleep good, and think healthy thoughts, ah?

fluffycrunch @ 2005-02-10T17:11:00

2005-02-11T01:15:18Z

And now I hear from a bunch of other people in Chemistry that I'm bitchin' and all for walking out of class on Tuesday. Everyone ELSE in that DILLHOLE class WANTED to walk out but I'm the only one that did.
HA!
Ha to YOU, DILLHOLE.

More later, homes.

Damn damn.

2005-02-09T02:44:17Z

As if I didn't already -hate- Chemistry class, I've spent all of it today watching him teach stuff I knew already, and playing Freecell (I won 13 in a row). So 30 minutes before class, I decide to walk out and get ready for my speech in the next class, and he has to feckin ANNOUNCE "Bye, Zach." And stay silent until I left. What a dillhole.

AND the guy is from Malott.
DILLHOLE. Go home to your DILLHOLE town and DILLHOLISHLY freak out about your DILLHOLE environmental problems. DILLHOLE.

Fawk heem.