Friday, July 23, 2004

The trade-off occured last night when I decided to dance my face off with Keith, Jess, Sylvia, Melanie, and Caroline at Thursdays and then only get about three hours of sleep. I was such a grizzly bear today. Mean, short-tempered, un-BEARable to be with. I have to go to bed now because I made the mistake of booking a 645am flight out of Columbus.

Thursday, July 22, 2004

Yet another reason why Tim Munther should be illegal.


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Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Ok, M. Night Shambalamba, I really want you to reach .500 with your movies and how well I take to them...
"The Sixth Sense" - ass horrible.
"Unbreakable" - hokey horrible.
"Signs" - Aliens, pretty cool.
"The Village" - ???

The trailers for "The Village" say, "for years we've had an understanding with the creatures that live outside the town's border." Now, when you say "creature," I imagine something pretty sweet. I am going to breakdown and see this movie because apparently the creatures don't like the color red and there are CREATURES in it.

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

Come to think of it, this dude I used to work with might have been gay because I always felt uncomfortable around him. Don't ask me why.

A good presidential running slogan would be, Big Boobs, Not Big Business


Good news, I found out that Kristin is alive, which rocks.

Monday, July 19, 2004

Marrying Rosie O'Donnell would've been less painful.

I am ready to embark upon my trek to the Red Planet. All I need is a good title for my epic journey. "Jason and the Trees of Mystery" is what I am currently set on.

I've realized that at times I can just drop off the face of the Earth in regards to the relationships I have with my friends, current friends, and former friends. I don't know why I stop emailing, calling, writing, etc. It just happens. If I haven't communicated with you in a while, sorry - but then again you don't call me either.*


* - I'm not generically calling anybody out in particular, I've just compiled a mental list of people that I have not seen/talked to in quite some time. One of these days, I will post that list.

Sunday, July 18, 2004

So Dave has fixed the Internet and I can compute from home now.
Ok. Yesterday I broke down and went with the fam to Columbus and Easton Mall. Maybe Easton is the only mall I like (If Somerset hadn't robbed me of my free Ryder Cup tickets.) We went to the Cheesecake Factory and that's funny because Jess and I talked about that place last weekend.

About the Akron Aeros Game:
We saw the "Jedi Knights of Cleveland" there and one dude (the fat guy in the red shirt with the ponytail) was totally going BALLASTIC with Jedi sword play while talking to a fellow knight. Perhaps my eyes should not have seen it because I am not worthy.
Two "plus 400 lb" men were sited looking very similar. Think: Marlon Brando's "Dr. Moreau" from Island of Dr. Moreau. I'll try to find you the pictures. I wish I had a digital camera at times.

If Marky thinks Becky has dropped off the face of the earth, she hasn't. I think Kristin Izgherian took her place instead.

Saturday, July 17, 2004

Since I haven't been able to access the internet this week due to dave's blunder, I am at an Apple Computer botique, posting this week's news. I can't recall much other than last night's Akron Aeros game, the fireworks, and the Munthers skateboarding.

GIRLS!!!!

Please refrain from wearing pants (mainly jeans) that lack back pockets. Jeans without back pockets do not flatter your figure. The girls I know have back pockets, right?

Monday, July 12, 2004

I would have totally enjoyed last night's Ted Leo show if it wasn't for the continuous bombardment of cigarette smoke in my face. I conclude I was standing in the wrong spot. Speaking of Ted Leo, his encore rendition of Rush's "Spirit of Radio" floored me. I wonder how many people there actually recognized the song before the chorus?

Sunday night at Dorothy St. was a sweat pit. I wish that place had a shower.

Digustingly warm & sticky outside. No good for perms.


Scotty got a new car. a rice burner Acura. vrooom.

Saturday, July 10, 2004

"Mt. Dew Live Wire is BACK!"
that's what the new tv ad says. I've been trying to forget it for this past year. Speaking of Live Wire, I saw Rich & Sandra's backyard NASCAR neighbor drinking one of those straight from the 2 litre. DAMN.


Ted Leo & Cleveland come Sunday night.

"Extreme Dodgeball" is on television now. It's not as spectacular as one would think.

Friday, July 09, 2004

The Pfeiffer move was the longest one I have ever done. It was loosely 12 hours for my part, finishing up around 3:30am Thursday morning. There were chicken wings and PIZZA provided so I didn't complain much.

I got to christen the Udicki pool Tuesday night and only Nelly and I were cool enough to do that. Excuses like, "I have to work" and "my stitches might fall out" don't count.


Sunday, July 04, 2004

4th of July's will always be about METZGERS.
A wonderful weekend spent with out-of-town family at Grandma's house. It's even better when there is PIZZA involved. Yeah, ice cream is awesome too, but I had that on Friday with Tracy & Rob (not Black Rob though).

I have poison ivy on some portions of my butt. Don't ask me how it got there, just tell me how it got there (comment).

Friday, July 02, 2004

Last evening I was exposed to the worst music ever. While I was toiling away doing mulch, the neighbors behind me started blaring every horrible song possible:
Jimmy Buffet
Will Smith
a montage of 80's has-beens
the Ataris
the "cha-cha slide"(two hops this time)

Now it would've been tolerated by me if it wasn't being played SO f'n loud. a deer in the woods approached me by saying, "listen, I know hunting season is over, but I am giving you special permission to shoot me. shoot me NOW."
I told the deer if I had two guns we could shoot each other.
This asshole music had been playing for almost 2 hours before I heard a voice. It was the DJ. He was playing a birthday party for a seven-year old.
Being seven is horrible therefore you are entitled to having horrible music played at your birthday party. Happy Birthday.