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Starbucks said no. The fuckers. Ah, well. I guess it's still just boring Black & Decker. It's the worst kind of boring - the kind where it's just shy of that point where you're not busy enough to get a good read in. And then nobody's happy.

This new flickr business has got me excited. And sad. Well, only a little sad. It seems that everyone there is an incredible photographer. I feel silly posting my stuff, and even sillier trying to get a portfolio together for college. On one of the college websites I found myself on, for laughs, I punched in my scores and numbers and such as if I was an incoming freshman, instead of a transfer. Full tuition, plus about 1/3 of room and board. Golly shucks. I do wish that that my college credit didn't make me a transfer student. But at least I will do some serious ass-kicking in the photography department when it comes to calculus and statics. Watch, like ten kids will show me up.

and on and on and on

I went snowboarding the other day. And now I hurt. But that is to be expected. A neat new trick I've learned is how to pop all my vertebrae back into place. So that's a timesaver. But going off snowboarding by myself is kind of lame. I mean, it's still cool, but it turns into more of something to kill the time than something I like to do. I don't know.

By the way, I'll eventually get some more photos up on flickr, but I haven't quite figured out how to set up a nice indoor shot. It is sort of important to get a variety of photos in my "portfolio". Which is kind of a pointless exercise now, because it seems that most colleges will just accept me regardless of any talent I may or may not possess. By most I just mean Columbia. So I'll be getting off my ass and applying somewhere else soon. Come on... scholarship!

dear diary...

So work was boring as all get out the other night. The weather really affects sales because the store I work at is in an outdoor mall. So it was boring in the store and cold and wet outside. And on top of that, I was really hungry. So I walk down to the only restaurant in the mall to grab a sandwich. It was boring there, too. As I was grabbing my necessary condiments, the girl ringing me up asked if I worked in the mall. I answered, then she asked if she could see my shoes. I was rather puzzled, and sort of mumbled something or another. She asked if they were Chucks, to which I said, "Why yes, yes they are. And I sort of drew all over them too." And she said something about seeing me before and wanting to give me her number. Then she blushed and said that she was really sorry about this being so awkward. I said not to worry about it and smiled a little. Finally my sandwich was ready and I was getting ready to leave. She handed me my receipt, then her number. Score.

I may be overracting, but no one ever gave me their number before. So I'm excited. And it's all due to my Chucks. Fan-fucking-tastic. I'm a'callin' her tomorry.

Fantastic Elastic!

This sexy, new template can best be described as... doubleplusgood. And moody. Meanwhile, I got around to making a flickr account. And here it is. Enjoy its hot, buttery goodness.

baking cookies with mumsie

So the downside of being employed part-time has reared its ugly (and snickering) head. There's not much to do. Except watch TV. And blog. It's pretty relaxing, I guess. Does free up quite a bit of time for music and reading. Also, I've been working on a short story, or novel, or what have you. It features a quiet limo driver named Dylan. I hope it doesn't turn out like a second-rate Murakami novel. That's all I have been reading as of late. Although I did pick up a book by Proust after watching Little Miss Sunshine. So maybe that will offset the mild crush I have on Haruki Murakami's writing style, as well as the man himself. I'm not holding out much hope. Either way, it's still a great way to learn how to write: ripping off other authors and adding a smidgen or two of your own stuff. Voila, I'm avant garde!

Dig that trippy music on the Murakami site.

and and and

My apologies, dear abandoned reader(s). The ol' computer has been out of commission for a while. So here I am, bloggin' it up at the local library. Errr.

It's been a long, uneventful trip these last couple of weeks. Just working. And doing nothing in between stints of working. Although I have been tooling around with my fancypants camera. I'll have to upload some shots to photobucket eventually.

Music has had me confounded the last week or two. I can't make a good song. All the shit I write down looks like it should belong to some third-rate, narcissistic emo band. And my chords all sound the same. I really want to be happy doing music, and I really think I could be. It just seems that there's something getting in the way of the all the good stuff that's in my head somewhere.